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Violett, the Inflating Maid

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It was Violett’s first day since being hired by the mistress of the mansion. She wrung her hands in her apron as she entered the rather large abode. She gulped; the place was enormous, which meant much more room to mess up. As she gulped, she felt the inner lining of her stomach grow tighter. As the mistress came down the large staircase, she noticed the maid's trembling. She smirked to herself, knowing that whoever she was, she was going to be an enjoyable little handful.
She led her to the large living room, where two large sapphire blue drapes covered up the presumably large window. That’s when the woman gave her the vacuum cleaner, directing her to clean the carpets and the curtains. Violett nodded and took the device from the woman, and began her work.
Now, everything was going fine, and for once, she felt like she wasn’t going to screw this up. That is, of course, until she slipped, dropping the nozzle of the vacuum. The nozzle began to wiggle around, like a cobra darting around, waiting to strike. Violett, legs spread eagle on the ground, tried to adjust her dress enough to sand, but the vacuum hose was too fast, it latched in between her legs. Letting out a yelp of surprise, Violett grabbed the body of the vacuum cleaner, and flipped the switch from suck to blow. The snakelike hose then started to vibrate angrily, deep humming coming from inside the contraption.
Violett, still trying to get up, started to inflate, her belly getting tighter with the intense amount of air forcing its way into her. She felt her dress grow tighter, and she whimpered, fumbling with the large machine. As she adjusted herself more, the hose fit even more, much to her dismay. The commotion from the living room drew the attention of the mistress, who came rushing downstairs to see what kind of trouble the maid had already gotten herself into.
She wasn’t expecting to see the hose shoved into Violett’s vagina. She wasn’t expecting to see Violett ballooning up like that. She certainly wasn’t expecting to see the already snug fitting maid dress rip apart, right down the middle. She was trying so hard to stand up, eventually balancing herself against the wall. However, at this point, she was far too big to reach down to the hose in her crotch. She brought her closed fist to her mouth, trying her best to hide a smirk.
“Now, Ms. Violett,” she said, startling the daylights out of the poor maid. “However did you manage to do this?”
All she could muster was a feigned smile, brows raised, her hands nervously wringing above her breast. She gulped again, only adding to the air down in her beach ball belly. Now, she wasn’t going to just leave her there, ballooning away in her living room. She slowly flicked the vacuum cleaner off, and merely took the maid up to her study, holding the vacuum in the other hand.
As they reached the study, the mistress set her down in the large velvety chair. That’s when Violett noticed the hose was not removed from her vagina. She bolted up, only to be held back, not by the woman, but by her own belly. The mistress’ fingers danced across the back of the machine, flicking it back to life, Violett’s belly growing more and more, about the size of a beach ball at this point. She yelped out, reaching for the hose. The mistress slowly waggled her finger in front of her face, smiling smugly.
“Oh, dear me, no. You got yourself into this situation, and, well, you’ll just have to live through it,” she said, sitting down at her desk. Violett certainly put up a fight, but her belly was too tightly pressing against the sides of the large armchair. The vacuum cleaner kept humming, air violently forcing its way into her.
“You’re just lucky I keep that thing cleaned,” she pointed out. That hadn’t come across Violett’s mind until now, and while she was thankful that it was only air going inside of her, she wasn’t thankful that her new employer was simply letting this happen. She whimpered again, trying to push her way out of the chair-shaped trap. That’s when the machine’s whirring died down, slowly, like a disappointing groan.
“…I need to get that thing replaced at some point,” the woman wrote a small note on the desk. She, almost regretfully, took the hose out of Violett’s crotch. The mistress helped her out of the armchair and sighed, looking at the torn dress, and very tight fabric resting on the breasts. She slapped her belly, hearing a sound very similar to smacking a rubber ball. She chuckled to herself.
“I’ll get the dress replaced, it should be here by tomorrow or the day after,” she said, as if completely changed, and sat back down at her desk.
“You mean I’m not fired?” Violett trembled, still looking like an oversized ball.
“Of course not. You just have extra work to do tomorrow. I do expect you to be here early tomorrow,” she flipped open a large, leather bound book. She yelped and nodded, knowing that this bizarre mansion owned by this even more bizarre woman was going to be a very new experience altogether.
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Nice job on making this.