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Britney gets out of bed, pulling off the dirty stockings and petticoat from last night. She goes to a large wardrobe nearby.
"We probably don't have long, and I'm hoping I'm right about this... says Britney. She opens the wardrobe to display a variety of maid uniforms, complete with all the accessories, in many different colors from black to electric blue to bright pink. There's also some rubber clothes and bondage gear stored way in the back.
"What are you going to do?" you ask. A part of you is very afraid of trying to escape, but another part of you knows you may never get another chance.
Britney turns around and heads over to a set of drawers, pulling out a pair of white panties. "Mistress Laurie modifies our clothes... what if she's wearing our clothes? Maybe we can trick her into locking herself in bondage gear."
Just thinking and talking about it, Britney's naked breasts seem to bulge a little, and you suspect her ass has grown a little as well.
"Do you think it'll work?" you ask, partly hopeful, partly fearful.
"We have to try something. I mean... last night was wonderful, but... I think I'm going to lose my mind if I stay here! I'm suddenly lusting after girls and even... I'm even sort of enjoying the bondage." She shudders to herself, making her loose breasts quake.
"So what do we do?" you ask. You feel a tiny jiggle as your breasts, and your butt grow out a little. You wonder if maybe the poofy skirts aren't a better alternative to the inflating body parts?
"I'm betting she'll want us to dress her," says Britney, whose breasts swell just a little more. She sighs and looks at you. "Let's get dressed before we turn into real fatty's."
You nod, and select a pair of black lacey panties from the drawer. You also find some stockings, white this time, and roll them up your legs. It feels oddly... good. It feels almost natural. You find a garter belt and attach the stockings, then find a clean bra that just barely fits your now triple-D breasts. Turning to the wardrobe, you find a white petticoat and a relatively modest maid's uniform. It's very modest, and the least frilly in the whole damn wardrobe. Britney, on the other hand, has donned the frilliest, pinkest dress in the wardrobe, with the fluffiest petticoat. It looks utterly ridiculous, but when you look at her in it, for some reason, it makes you tingle. Once you each have matching shoes, flats (for now) you take the white panties and start off for Mistress Laurie's room. By now, it's past 9:30. Britney knocks gently on the door. With her treacherous intent in mind, you can now see why she chose the frilliest uniform. Already it had turned from bright pink to black, and her stockings had turned into latex. Her shoes had gained an inch, and the skirt had lost poof. Your uniform, on the other hand, was gaining petticoats and lace trim. Your heels were growing, but you realize you and Britney's uniforms are now almost identical. Britney stashes the tiny panties in her cleavage.
"Come in," comes the reply. You and Britney step inside to find Mistress Laurie rising from her sleep. She stretches in her bed, still naked, with one glorious breast exposed. You immediately find yourself adoring her again.
"We're... we're here to dress you... mistress.
says Britney. Her heels go up another inch, but she keeps walking so as not to attract attention. She curtsies for Mistress Laurie, as do you, hiding the fact that you've gained a layer of frills, and Britney's lost one."How thoughtful," she says. She stands, completely bare, and you and Britney both can't help but stare for a moment. Finally, Britney snaps out of it, and goes to get her clothes. You stand dumbfounded.
"Missy," says Mistress Laurie, snapping you out of your reverie, "Why don't you go get Breakfast started?"
You nod, and turn to walk out of the room.
"Here you are, Mistress," says Britney, presenting Laurie with the white panties and a white bra.
"Thank you," she says with a smile.
You leave the room, hoping everything goes as planned. Once you get halfway to the kitchen, though, you sense something has happened...
Written by Anon
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