This choice: The ball is blocked, so Lakefield wins the game, and you win the wager. • Go Back...Chapter #5Chelsea the Maid by: Unknown The Westland player’s leg shot forward in a powerful arc, connecting with the ball and propelling it straight towards the goal, but at a slight angle. However, anticipating the angled shot, the Lakefield goalie leapt in the right direction to catch the ball, and the soccer ball bounced harmlessly off of her chest and away from the goal, securing the win for Lakefield.
You jumped onto your feet and bounced up and down on the plush mattress, pumping your fists in the air and shouting for joy. Though you weren’t normally that into sports, you found yourself wrapped up in the hype excitement of the close match. Chelsea slapped the ground in quick frustration, but soon looked back at your jubilant dance and couldn’t help but crack a smile.
Of course, that smile soon morphed into a jaw opened in mute horror as you stared back at your giantess dormmate with prideful mischief. Chelsea remembered the promised consequence of the wager she had made with you, and so did you. Since she had lost, she now had to dress up in a maid outfit and cook dinner for you.
Before you even opened your mouth, Chelsea cut you off. “DON’T even say it. I know I lost, and I don’t back down.” Fighting down a growing blush in her cheeks, Chelsea stood up. “One of my best friends owns a maid outfit, and I’ll go get it now.”
“What, really?” You balked, not actually expecting the situation to escalate quite this quickly.
“Yes, now! I’m getting this over with AND serving you the best damn dinner you’ve ever had.” Chelsea declared, her competitive spirit shining through her mounting embarrassment. Heading out of her room, you now found yourself alone, with nothing to do but wile away the time until your brunette friend returned in her…less than appropriate outfit. Admittedly, you were pretty excited.
***
After knocking on her good friend’s door for a few moments, the dorm room door swung open. Inside was Sydney, or Syd (as she was known among friends). With shining blonde hair and a blindingly pink (and shockingly revealing) tank top and micro shorts, Sydney was the definition of pep and boundless enthusiasm. She was as hyperactive as girls came and could cheer up anyone with her infinite happiness and love.
“Chel Chel!” Sydney cried excitedly, burying Chelsea in a huge hug before the brunette could even utter a word. “We haven’t talked in, like, oh my god, at least a few days! What’s up? What’s going on? Anything wrong? Just here to chat?”
“Okay, Syd, chill pill time.” Chelsea laughed, gently moving past her friend’s hug and into her dorm room. “I actually have a weird favor to ask of you. Do you remember that maid outfit you wore to the Halloween party?”
Sydney giggled and did a little twirl towards her closet, throwing it open dramatically to reveal the very same maid outfit proudly hanging on the inside of the door. “Like, this one? Uh, it’s totally the cutest thing ever, how could I forget it? I was an ANGEL in it at the party, right Chel?”
Chelsea couldn’t deny that. Sydney was an impressively curvy girl, and she certainly had turned many, many heads at that party. “Yep…that’s the one. See, Syd, the thing is, I actually lost a bet, and…”
Sydney snorted in an adorable way. “Oh my god, Chel, do you have to wear this on a bet? Hee hee! That’s amazing!” The bubbly blonde took down the uniform and began separating the individual items. All in all, the outfit contained a standard French maid uniform dress, apron, frilly hair band, black fish net leggings, black high heels, and an expensive and humiliatingly racy black bra and matching panties.
Chelsea’s face lit up like a flame, and she practically stood like a still statue as Sydney helped her out of her current outfit, tossing her clothes aside to retrieve later, and then helped her into the main outfit. With impressive curves of her own, Chelsea was more than able to fill out the look, and soon, her outfit was totally done, and her face as red as a beet.
The high heels added four more inches onto Chelsea’s already tall frame, the fish net leggings barely made it up to her thighs, and the short skirt of the uniform’s dress hardly hung down past her ass. The apron was tight around her hips, and her boobs threatened to bust out of the top, to say nothing of the copious amount of cleavage revealed. The brunette giantess hadn’t mentally prepared for this level of shame.
Though, Sydney didn’t see it that way. She couldn’t stop gushing and raving about how Chelsea looked like a goddess in that outfit, and how anyone on earth would kill to hire her as a maid. Chelsea took nearly ten minutes to steel her nerves and push back her blushing, chastising herself for getting so worked up over dressing scantily in front of Tom. He was her good friend, and this was merely a prank punishment, nothing more…right?
“Where to now, sexy thing?” Sydney teased, rocking back and forth on the edge of her bed. “You look, like, super duper killer, and I’m DYING to know what lucky guy or gal gets to peek at you like this!”
“It’s…nothing.” Chelsea explained. “Just a silly little thing…hanging out in my room...”
“What? Come on Chel! Don’t leave me hanging!” Sydney pouted, thrusting her plush lips into an irresistible pucker that would send anyone but Chelsea’s heart aflutter.
“Sorry! That’s it! My lips are sealed!” Chelsea declared, wobbling out of the room. She didn’t often wear high heels. Ignoring Sydney’s continued protests, Chelsea excused herself and headed back to her dorm room, praying no one saw her along the way.
***
You sat up abruptly as the door to Chelsea’s room swung open, and your titanic friend walked inside, determination on her face and her eyes locked firmly on your own. You had prepared a goofy little speech about winning, but the words died in your throat as you took in Chelsea’s revealing outfit. Your jaw dropped open, and you stuttered like a fool, eyes tracing over every inch of her incredible body.
Seeing you staring so eagerly reignited a blush in Chelsea’s face, so she quickly coughed and spoke up. “Um…okay…I’m here to cook for you Tom…er, uh…master.” Chelsea said, committing to her role. She even threw in a proper curtsy for good measure, nearly toppling over on her unsteady heels. As she bent forward, her abundant flesh seemed fit to spill out of her top, and you could not force yourself to stop staring.
Still shaking on her heels, Chelsea crossed by you towards the counter where she kept her food items and microwave. As she walked by, your head unconsciously fell back, following Chelsea’s long, tanned legs up her loose and shockingly short skirt. Frilly black panties hardly seemed to cover Chelsea’s huge, toned butt, which was practically on full display at your height. Her skirt hardly covered it at all, with how short it was and how far it flared out around her hips.
Chelsea began to rummage around for something to cook up for you, and you began to think that maybe this had been the greatest single decision of your life. You were staring at Chelsea so much, you started to slip into a daze.
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