Monica was a successful woman, an accomplished actress with years of experience working in television and movies starting at a young age. She would eventually land big roles in blockbuster romance films that captivated the lives of many. Even still, for all her fame, she was still fairly young, only 28 years old. Alongside that, she wasn’t the best when it came to the real world, often ending up naively roped into scandals with larger stars due to her overly friendly and open demeanor. She certainly wasn’t a diva, and her talent as an actress was still undeniable, so she was seen as Hollywood’s brightest star despite her shortcomings.
  Monica lived peacefully in her sizable mansion, a home most would assume was filled with family, yet Monica was still a single woman. She lived alone aside from her maids and butlers, pets, and the occasional visit from her mother who lived out in Utah. Of all the maids that worked for her, Emma had a particular fondness for her boss. She wasn’t much younger than her boss, only 23 years old, but Emma always dreamed of being as accomplished as Monica. She stuck by the movie star through all the scandals, and Monica appreciated her for it. They were very much friends, all things considered. Emma even found herself developing a crush on Monica, often trading in her more traditional outfit for a typical slutty french maid costume one would buy at a costume store, and yet Monica barely noticed the change. Being the star’s friend, however, Emma knew all too well about how airheaded Monica could be. She’d constantly get into financial jeopardy through email and phone call scams even her grandmother knew to avoid, she often confused a would be car thief for a roaming window cleaner, and it was these things that Emma had to personally take care of for her friend. Monica could act in front of a camera, but not in the real world.
  One winter evening, most of the staff had gone home for the night, all except for Emma. Even though Emma was the maid, Monica preferred to cook for the both of them as a sign of appreciation for all her hard work. As Monica was hard at work in the kitchen, Emma took this time to dust up the living room, fixing her skirt so that it didn’t ride up too high and expose her panties. Sure, she had feelings for Monica, but she was still too shy herself to make any advances. Emma was also feeling pent up inside from this lingering lust. Monica was wearing Emma’s favorite outfit for her that evening, a long deep red satin mermaid dress. The dress clung tight to Monica’s hips, and the flowing base of the dress glided along the stainless marble flooring with ease when she walked, her hips bouncing side to side with every step. Her hair was also done up beautifully, Emma having shaped her hair into a large pillowy length of voluminous ebony locks that reached far down her back. Monica looked as if she were walking the red carpet once again, but it was just her way of showing that Emma was worth it.
  The distinct sound of pottery shattering rang in Emma’s ears, making her drop her feather duster in shock. She looked down the hallway into the foyer and saw the distinct look of humanoid shadows moving around. Emma made a quick walk to the foyer, expecting Monica to be hunched over worriedly groaning over some expensive vase shattered on the floor, but her heart jumped at the sight she did witness. It was three intruders clambering into the house by way of a window. The only male of the group had accidentally knocked it over with his foot as he hopped in, the other two intruders, a blonde and a brunette, were inside already and shaking with fear. They were all dressed in black, wearing dark makeup around their eyes in place of actual masks. Emma could tell not only were these people thieves, they were the bumbling sort of thieves.
  “Ahem!” she loudly cleared her throat, all eyes darting to the petite little maid. Instantly, the three would be criminals started yelling at each other, scrambling to hop back through the window they came, only to pinch the man’s leg in the window frame as the other two jammed their bodies into the frame. “I wouldn’t bother running if I were you. Our security cameras are very thorough. If you think that makeup is gonna save you from jail time, you’re sorely mistaken.” There was an assertiveness in her eyes and her glare. Emma was quite shy and respectful to Monica, but when it came to those that would wrong her, Emma showed no mercy. “Step back inside this instant and we can come to some kind of agreement.” She tapped her foot on the marble flooring, and slowly the criminals climbed back out into the room, shame washing over their faces clearly. Emma licked her lips, knowing what “agreement” she was planning, when all of a sudden the clatter of more footsteps approaching made all four pairs of eyes widen.
  “Emma! Eeeeemma!” called Monica as she slowly entered the foyer behind Emma. Emma shrunk a bit in place, her legs shaking. While she was always happy to hear Monica’s voice, now was not the time. The movie star turned her head to the three strangers by the window, visible confusion on her face. “Emma, who are these fine people? And what happened to my vase?”
  “You see, Mistress, I just spotted these three individuals-”
  “GARDENING!” piped up the man, only to take a swift elbow to the stomach by the blonde, knowing both that it was impossible for them to lie out of this, and that the lie itself was awful.
  “Gardening? At this hour? Surely you’d be better off gardening from the outside, opening a window to reach my hedges seems rather… odd…” Monica was quite confused, and so were the three intruders, completely befuddled that she would even entertain the thought. Was she playing dumb? Maybe she was a better actor than Hollywood gave her credit. The only individual who saw through it all was Emma, her face burning red with mixed emotions.
  “What an excuse, gardening! Mistress, these three were-”
  “Come now, Emma, inside voices… do keep our gardeners entertained while I finish up in the kitchen, dinner will be ready in about an hour.” She turned to the burglars, “You’re welcome to join us”
Emma and the burglars sat in the living room on separate couches, the maid not taking her eyes off the three except for when Monica would enter the room. Her hips looked amazing in that dress, and Emma couldn’t help but blush at the sight of Monica turning around and heading back to the kitchen. This admittedly got Emma hot and bothered. The three supposed gardeners had ended up washing their faces in preparation for dinner at Monica’s insistence, and they dared not get on Emma’s side. The brunette peered side to side, noticing that the mansion was indeed surrounded by security cameras. There was no escape unless authorized by Emma, so they tried their hardest to remain calm. They didn’t want to hurt anyone, to begin with, just to nab some quick money. Whatever the case may be, they found themselves in a very bad situation. Either because of the smell of food cooking, or by Emma’s imagination running wild, her stomach began to growl. She looked over to the kitchen and found Monica, as oblivious as ever, still working in the kitchen. That dress was not suited for cooking duty.
“You. Come with me.” She gave a cold, distant command, her finger pointing to the man. His eyes widened, but like an obedient dog he jumped up and followed the maid into another room. The blonde and brunette looked once again into the security cameras and sat put. It turned out that Emma brought the man to the bathroom, and locked the door behind her. “I don’t have time for you, so I will make this quick. You did this to yourself.”
“The fuck are you on about?” the man replied, starting to get angry. Before he could act, Emma pushed him back against the sink and pinned his arms to the wall. He was flustered at first, but then confused. Emma opened her mouth wide, chin up high to face the taller man. Without another moment to think, Emma grabbed the back of his head and shoved his face into her slippery mouth. Saliva coated his face as her tongue rubbed all over it, confusing him further. The man started to put up a struggle, his hand flailing wildly but Emma was surprisingly strong for her size. She held his wrists tight and gulped hard, shoving the man’s head down her throat. His screams were now already too muffled for anyone in the other room to hear, and Emma knew she had to act fast. She leaned her head down, swallowing up to the man’s shoulders. She bit down just enough to pin him, as Emma preferred the squirming of live prey. She rolled her eyes at the man’s plea and gulped even harder, pinning his arms inside her mouth. At this point, the maid sat down on the side of the tub, closing her eyes and straining to finish gulping the man down as his legs kicked in the air, but even they too slid into her drooling mouth and down her throat. Emma, watching in the bathroom mirror, couldn’t help but get a little wet at the sight, and her legs pressed together in response to her lewd thoughts.
As the last of the man entered her tummy, he had a newfound energy and quickly kicked and prodded the tight walls. Emma was still a petite lady after all, so a full grown man in her stomach was more visible than a late stage pregnancy. Luckily for her, Emma was used to this. Admittedly, she found herself gorging on any maid that seemed interested in Monica very often. While Monica assumed they quit, Emma would be breaking them down in this very bathroom, and in a matter of seconds, the squirming from inside her ceased. She poked her tummy, and the response was the sloshing of stomach acids and not much more. Her stomach shrank up a bit, leaving a cute bit of pudge overhanging her skirt. Emma gave a satisfied belch before poking her head back out into the living room.
“Blondy, your turn.” She beckoned to the woman, who, like her partner, were visibly confused by the absence of their friend. She cautiously followed Emma’s command, and stepped into the bathroom. She looked around for her friend as Emma slunk over to the door and again locked it. The blonde woman immediately turned at the sound of the lock and saw the pudgy maid licking her lips.
“Y-You didn’t…” Emma was quick to nod, affirming the fate of the man. This sent the blonde woman into a panic as she started darting around the bathroom, trying to stay away from the hungry maid. She ended up slipping some of Emma’s drool and fell onto her back, bumping her head onto the floor, knocking her out cold. Emma sighed at the sight and looked her over, the injury barely scratching her head. The maid shrugged and took a hold of the woman’s feet, pressing her legs together as she slid them into her mouth just as she did to the man. Her legs were smoothly shaven, just as Monica’s were, and again Emma’s mind started to wander. Her teeth gently scraped against those smooth legs, leading up to her waist with ease. The woman’s feet were already dipping into the active stomach juices as they gently tingled and numbed her toes. Emma, feeling so naughty and pent up, she gave a quick lick at the blonde woman’s crotch. It tasted sweet to Emma, a chill running down her spine just as the blonde felt the same. Her heavy eyes opened to the sight of the ceiling, confused for a second before a quick lurch tugged her across the floor. She looked down and saw the young maid had swallowed more than half her body. She started to kick, but felt nothing as her feet tapped against the stomach lining. Emma quickly took hold of her shoulders and pulled her in further. Now her arms and head were all that remained on the outside. She felt her breath leave her chest from the tight constriction on her midsection.
One forceful shove of Emma’s tongue and a hard gulp, and the second would be robber slid down to the maid’s bloated stomach, like the shortest and tightest water slide imaginable. Emma had to sit down. She sat at the edge of the tub trying to catch her breath as the blonde woman struggled in vain to escape. She would have waited for the squirming to stop before getting up, but the familiar ring of Miss Monica’s voice. Her face lit up with panic as she hopped out of the bathroom, the blonde woman still trying her hardest to move around the sloshing prison of Emma’s guts. Monica only peeked her head in to say that dinner was nearly done, but neither of the two guests could focus on her. Emma was trying to remain cool headed and calm, and so was the brunette. She was sweating bullets at the sight in front of her. This tiny woman seemed much bigger than before. Her gut hung well over her waist, and the distinct imprints of both a woman’s hand and face was burned in her mind. The last robber knew exactly what had happened to her two accomplices, and could tell what was to happen to her next.
Monica just shrugged off the two and went back to work, the familiar scent of burnt roast wafting in the air. Emma just pointed at the brunette woman with a glare, then back to the bathroom. The woman didn’t dare run. They both entered the bathroom and Emma locked it once more. As the brunette looked deep into the mirror, she noticed in the reflection Emma lifting up her skirt, revealing her shimmying out of her panties.’
“Turn around~” Emma commanded in a much more sultry voice. Shaking from head to toe, the brunette turned around. “On your knees~” the woman did as she was told. She was about to pipe up when suddenly Emma’s ass was thrust in her face. Emma was a petite woman, but her curves gained from previous meals were nothing to scoff at. Many would kill to be in this woman’s position, her mouth grinding against the maid’s cute pink little asshole. “Start licking.” she commanded again, the commanding nature in her voice returning. The brunette nervously opened her mouth again, but instead of screaming as much as she really wanted to do, she instead closed her eyes and lapped at Emma’s asshole. The maid purred, her nails scratching into the wooden door. “Deeper…” she moaned, and the robber obeyed. This was Emma’s release, after being so pent up all day, all week in fact, she decided this was her chance. The woman’s tongue dove inside her rectum, spotless just as Emma’s work was. Emma started to drip down her leg, extremely aroused by the lewd act. Then she pushed back. The brunette resisted, squeezing Emma’s plush cheeks. She would have lost herself in the lustful act had it not been for the squirms and muffled screams of the blonde, who soon enough ceased to be. Maybe if she played her cards right, she wouldn’t end up like the other two. Maybe this was her lesson.
Emma glided her hand down to her crotch, eagerly shoving her middle and ring finger deep in her soaked pussy. While her stomach shrunk up a bit, Emma couldn’t help but feel the weight shift to her thighs and backside. This certainly wasn’t an issue for the maid, maybe Monica would love a curvier woman, after all. As Emma moaned in delight she pressed back further, a loud squelching noise quelling a scream. The brunette’s face had been shoved in Emma’s rectum. The incredible stretch of her asshole felt amazing to Emma, but to the woman, it only spelled her doom by the vice of Emma’s tightening colon. She tried to pull her head out but Emma continued, leaning back and sitting on her like a barstool. Emma had to stifle her excitement, biting down on her free hand as she rode the brunette like a dildo, each bounce of her fattened asscheeks sliding deeper down the woman’s form. She squirmed in protest, probably even more than the first two, but it was already too late for her as well. She was merely a vibrator for Emma now. Emma added two more of her fingers to her pussy, the loud sound of dripping wet flesh echoing in the small bathroom as the screaming woman underneath her couldn’t even match its volume. Emma’s ass slide further and further down, until her plump cheeks rested on the cold tile floor, giving her goosebumps. She grabbed a towel and bit down hard on it, her toes curling as she came all over her hand, thrusting in and out of her pussy for at least a full minute to ride out the waves of pleasure.
When it was all done, Emma looked down. Her legs shook like no one’s business, and the floor needed a mop. Steamy warm femcum stained the tile. She slowly got up, the familiar bloating feeling deep inside her coming back. The brunette was no longer visible, slipping deep into the maid’s intestines as she came. She was still alive and struggling of course, but it was manageable for Emma. She used the towel to clean herself up, washed her face with cold water to lessen the harsh sting of her blushing, and waddled out to the room. Monica was waiting for her.
“Emma, where have our guests gone? Haven’t seen any of them around here…”
  “Well, they had to… leave… they suddenly had another call for a gardening job…”
“Oh… well I guess that works out then!” Monica beamed. Emma was confused. “I burned the roast, I don't think we can salvage it. I’m sorry I ruined dinner” Monica’s expression started to dim, obviously upset with herself.
“That’s alright, Ma’am! Really, it is! I’m not that hungry either way” Emma reassured her mistress. This put a smile back on the star’s face, having an earnest friend made Monica feel wonderful. “Let’s head to bed, shall we?” Emma suggested.
That night the two women spend their time cuddling and spooning. Emma was calm, and so was Monica, although she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was up with her maid. She didn’t wanna say she was bigger or that she was getting fat, maybe she was pregnant. That might explain the kicks coming from her friend’s tummy that Monica couldn’t help but notice. But it didn’t matter to her either way, a good night’s sleep awaited the both of them, and they couldn’t be more happy.