Expanding Maid Marble

Not sure wether to look up and meet the blue eyed gaze or lower your head into the abyss between your maids boobs, you must’ve been visibly flustered, as she took even more then before, charge of the situation. “What’ll it be this time?” she brought the confrontation forward. You knew this question already, as well. And the fact that an answer didn’t matter. She’d always know exactly what’d be your greatest fantasy at a given moment, even knew when you lied to try and influence the results. Cause anything could happen, and while being scared and aroused at the same time was an amazing feeling, for some fantasies, being scared won out just because there was no telling how they’d get interpreted by her when performing the service. 

You tried to make eye contact while being choked by a great pair of tits, but you didn’t manage for more then a blink to look up. Somehow that was enough for her to divinate what today’s service was destined to be. “Very well.” At first, you couldn’t tell that anything, besides getting a faceful of cleavage with a wall at your back, was happening. But after a few brief moments, pressure against you was building. A heavy, pushing sensation very slowly spread down  across your chest. It wasn’t until the valley between her tits was slowly on it’s way to engulf your face, that you understood there were rising like proving dough, or filling water balloons. Within what felt like seconds only, they seemed to have filled out most of her dress, as you could feel the soft fabric straining in tandem with the contact area of your body and her tits now making up most of your torso. Just as the woman threw her head back and gave a guttural, decisive moan, you could hear seams giving way almost like zippers. And the increasing mass of tit was slowly rolling over you in every direction, effectively immobilising you against the side of the room as well as smothering you in plump cleavage without so much as either one of you having to move an inch.

Just as in tandem with the spreading feeling of her expanding breasts, the sound of thread giving way continued. You could only imagine how these mountainous breasts were destroying and escaping the maid’s uniform, as your entire field of vision is a horizon of cleavage, clad in what was left of the dress formerly covering it, and a firmament dominated by the ginger servant’s covered face, visibly blushing and eyes closed, giving the occasional almost inaudible moan synchronised with the sound of the failing fabric ad the feeling of her expanding breasts rubbing over your body in small, quick waves.

Until they didn’t anymore. You were easily pinned against the wall with most of your body, by two easily beanbag sized breasts. Iif the floor would’ve suddenly disappeared, you probably wouldn’t have fallen down. But it didn’t, and before you could even continue absurd thoughts like that, your attention was grabbed by a hand appearing from outside your view, traveling up the the maid’s face to gently swipe one of the fiery red bangs to the side, before coming to rest on your head in a similar way to how people tussled a child’s hair. “How is this? Not what you had in mind?” Within the two sentences, she’d changed from an almost proud, inquisitive tone, to a more questioning and disappointed one, without you so much as giving any intentional  reaction. Once again, your mind seemed open foe her to read like a book. And without any further words spoken, she’d thrown her head back once more, the rhythmic pulsing feeling covered you again, synchronised with her laboured breath. Except this time, it wasn’t just the chest steadily growing, but seemingly everything about her: shoulders growing wider with every impulse, her face rising up higher bit by bit, and after what felt like just a moment, the hand that had been sort of resting on your head began to be able to almost cup it  In time, you realised, the cleavage would rise to cover your face entirely and you could do nothing but hope she’d stop before you were in mortal danger, while also knowing that asking her to stop was a fruitless endeavour.

Before that came to pass, to soft, repeating moans and breaths were once interrupted by a sharp snap, like a whip cracking - probably the last of the uniform or her shoes giving in to their fate. You could only imagine the sight of plump, pink flesh forcing it’s way out of stockings or snapping the footwears stitches. Little did you know, that before long, you’d be able to see her expanded form from a better angle. Luckily for you, the spectacle stopped just shy of the top of your maid’s head reaching the ceiling. Looking down at you as you were just about to drown in her gigantic cleavage, her face carried an expression of disappointment once more. “Still not it?” And with that determined, suddenly the pressure of the expanded tits against you released, as she let herself sink backwards to sit on the floor. At the same time, a second enlarged hand grabbed you around the waist, best as it could. In this semi reclining position, both of you were now only at eye level. Judging by the ceiling before, she had to be somewhere between eight and a half to nine feet if standing tall. But this position afforded you a better view of her entire body, grown and enhanced as it was, with nary a piece of cloth that managed to survive. It wasn’t until one of her enlarged nipples suddenly got closer to your face, that you realised she was still holding and now somewhat easily handling you.In the blink of an eye, your body was pressed into the soft flesh and you felt the hardening nipple trying to push you out, but a hand resting on your back provided equal support from behind.