Maid Games, Pt 16

Maid Games, Pt 16

(Cross-dressing, FFm, sissy, DS, FLR, maid, corset, chastity, consensual, reluctant, feminization)

By ChangeYourPassword Kendra's growth

Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. It is a story of sexual fantasies and fetishes. These sexual practices are not for everyone, but those of us who delve into them understand the allure. The characters in the story certainly do. If you enjoy this story and the fetishes involved, great. If not, please forget the whole thing.

Read the first parts of 'Mind Games', first.

This may be a bit over-the-top fictional fantasy. Hope you don't mind. I had fun with it...

Emily and I had settled down to my new life and a comfortable routine, quite well. We lived together as two happy lovers. At work we remained colleagues. No one knew about our relationship, and the other employees, for the most part, accepted me as a woman. Kenny was forgotten; there was only Kendra.

Outside the office, everyone else considered us to be a pair of lesbians. Life partners. We hadn't discussed marriage. The government would have granted us that status, but we didn't feel the need.

And Winter spent so much time with us; we were almost a 'throuple'. It was easy with all if us residing in the same building.

At our favorite local restaurants, I'm sure they saw us that way.

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Winter called us on Saturday morning and reminded me that it was time to go back to visit Rosie and have the rings put into my latest set of ear piercings. I'd kept the studs in place, cleaning them periodically, for long enough.

By that point the ladder was a part of me. The original rings almost forgotten.

After lunch the three of us drove back to the piercing studio. I wasn't particularly nervous. Replacing the studs with more rings wouldn't change much.

Rosie was pleased to see us, she gave each of us a hug and a quick kiss, and then took me back to her studio to take care of things. Emily and Winter followed along.

After inserting the rings, and gluing them closed like she'd done with the first set. Rosie kept me in the chair while she examined my septum piercing.

"You know, it looks like your nose is healing nicely. It may be a little sore still."

"It is." I acknowledged.

"But I think we could mount a ring, as long as it's not too heavy."

"Great!" Winter said excitedly.

I moaned. I was used to the U-shaped thing in there. I'd kept it pointed up, hidden, ever since it was installed. Anything they came up with now would probably show. Everyone would see, especially the folks at work. I wasn't comfortable with that.

Winter pushed a hand mirror in front of me. "Here, take a look at your new rings. We need to pick out something for your nose."

I wanted a say in that, but when I tried to get up, she pushed me back down. "Stay there. Trust Emily and me."

I looked at Emily and she smiled and nodded encouragingly.

I slumped back in the chair and used the mirror to examine my ears, with their newest set of rings.

Now I had rings, evenly spaced, all the way up the outside edge of my ear, to where it started thickening near the top.

And the bottom few were larger, than all the others.

They really accented my ears, which were, thankfully, kind of small to begin with.

I decided that it was indeed a pretty arrangement, even if it was a little much.

I had finished examining myself, convinced that my ears did look good, and was just sitting waiting, when the three of them returned, many minutes later.

While I sat there, Rosie came right over and began working on my nose. She didn't even show me what they'd selected for me.

"What? Not going to show me?" I complained.

"You'll see in a minute." Winter replied.

Rosie, just kept working. She maneuvered the 'retainer' around and then slid it out. It hurt, a little, and stretched my nose.

When she then used a swab and some ointment to clean the area it tickled, and made me sneeze. But it hurt less then, too.

When I straightened back up, she scowled at me, I guess for interrupting, and grabbed my chin, holding me tightly as she finished.

Then she started putting my new ring in.

"This diameter is a little larger than the norm, but it fits the 12-gauge hole we pierced," she said as she pushed the thing into the hole in my septum.

After the pushing, pulling and pain, she used some sort of reverse pliers to open the ring far enough to allow the 'segment' to lock in, and complete a circle.

The jewelry had felt awkward and difficult going in, and when she released her hold on it, I could feel it pulling on my septum. Not painfully so, but I certainly knew it was there.

And I felt it resting on the space above my lip.

Finally, she stood back and handed me the mirror again.

When I used the mirror again to examine my newest decoration, it didn't look terrible.

The ring was golden, with a small red stone mounted at the lowest point, where it hung down towards my mouth.

It wasn't a huge ring, and I couldn't see the seams. It hung down about halfway to my upper lip.

"It's not glued closed, is it?" I asked, bitterly. I couldn't remove any of the rings they'd inserted in my ears. I blamed Winter for that arrangement.

"No, we'll want to swap your nose jewelry depending on the mood and occasion." Emily said, with a giggle.

"Perhaps with something bigger," Winter added with a snigger.

I doubted if I'd be able to remove the thing, especially without those special pliers. So, it would be staying.

While Emily and Winter told me how good I looked, I got out of the chair and stepped over to the larger mirror mounted on the wall, with better light.

Looking at my whole face, I thought the thing looked bizarre, hanging from my nose, and although it wasn't overly large, it was clearly visible. No way I could hide it. Everyone would see it. And the red gem, made it even more eye-catching.

But the longer I stared at it, and tried to consider it objectively, as if I was looking at someone other than myself. It did seem kind of cute and sexy. And that's the way Emily and Winter continued to described it.

The little gem, prevented it from looking like a cow's, or a slave's nose ring. Although I imagined the ring was still large enough to have a leash attached.

I couldn't see Emily ever doing that to me, but I wasn't sure about Winter. Sometimes, she could be a little bitchy.

I wasn't sure how the people at work would see it. Possibly unprofessional...

When I mentioned that concern to Emily, she didn't seem worried. "A lot of girls are wearing nose rings, nostril or septum. It's fashionable."

"I haven't seen any around the office."

"Well, you will now. When you look in the mirror in the Lady's room." Winter said with a smirk.

Walking out, I could feel the ring resting on my upper lip, a constant distraction. And I watched everyone we passed to see it they were focusing on my nose. None seemed to be. That was a relief.

For the rest of the weekend, when either of them kissed me, they always seemed to shift their mouths upward to include my new ring in the action. They even played with it with their tongues.

They seemed to really enjoy the thing, while I considered it an over-the-top distraction.

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As I'd expected, on Monday everyone who saw me noted my nose ring. It was definitely embarrassing.

Most stared, and didn't seem impressed. A few of the women commented on how cute I looked.

Sylvia, oddly enough wasn't impressed. Apparently, she wasn't into that kind of jewelry. She hadn't seemed to dislike my ear piercings, but the nose ring didn't do anything for her.

Rachael, though made a point of stopping by. "I heard about your new decoration, and came to see for myself."

She came around my desk, and grabbed my chin to lift my head up for a better look.

I got flustered, worrying about someone catching us, like that.

"That's certainly cute and girly. I like it on you," she said as she twisted my head to see it from different angles.

I reached up and pushed her hand off.

She giggled. "You did say you were submissive. That girlfriend of yours is really taking ownership, isn't she? I'd really like to meet her."

I shook my head. "I don't think so. That's my personal life."

"Oh, Kendra. I could be a part of your personal life. I think we could have fun, together."

"You know I already have a girlfriend," I said exasperated. She knew too much about me, now, and in her position, she did have the power to ruin me.

She just smiled. "I know, but a girl can hope can't she."

Then she gave me a tap on the cheek, turned and walked out, leaving me stunned but relieved.

I spent the afternoon wondering why I now had more women interested in me than I ever had when I was just a guy.

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When Winter's birthday came along, Emily and I were both happy to celebrate the event with her. She had no one else to share the occasion with.

Emily took on the task to coordinate an intimate party for our friend and lover. "We'll have our own weekend get-away celebration for Winter's birthday. I made a reservation for two nights at a cozy beach hotel up the coast."

Emily declared that she was saving money by booking only one room with a king-sized bed. "Yah right," I responded, as if I believed that was her motivation.

Winter loved the idea, the vacation and the sharing, so on Saturday morning the three of us drove North for a couple hours, stopped at a restaurant for lunch, and then finished the trip in time to check in and start the festivities.

As the sun was still shining and the hotel's pool inviting, as soon as we'd unpacked, we changed and headed for the patio and warm water.

For the first time, I donned a bikini, and apprehensively went out to sun with my two girlfriends.

Since I couldn't wear my big beast forms, Emily and I had spent several hours prior to the trip searching for a suit with a top that would provide some shape to my flat chest, and a bottom that would provide sufficient material to hold my tucked cock.

Emily also wanted the bottoms to be cut low enough to show off at least a bit of my tattoo.

We'd succeeded, finding a hot pink bikini that included a small amount of breast padding. Just enough to give me an A-cup chest.

And the bottoms were small, but the crotch had enough material to hide me. I absolutely had to make sure I never got excited and hard. There would be no way to hold, or hide a stiff prick while I wore those panties.

Winter thought it was hilarious. "You can just barely pass for an adult." She said when she got a look at my chest.

When we had changed into our suits, as soon as I had mine in place, I checked out Emily and Winter, and immediately knew I was in trouble. Both of their suits were tiny. Emily's yellow string bikini showed off a lot of beautiful skin, and the top part of the tattoo over her groin. And Winter's equally small, white suit, actually drew attention to her colorful bouquet tattoo in front, and displayed all of the tattoo on her ass. Damn, she looked sexy...

As we headed downstairs, both my girlfriends forbid me from wearing any kind of coverup. I had to walk out showing off my boyish body, exposing a lot of bare skin. I really felt exposed, and worried about my femininity. Without my corset, my shape wasn't right, and with my tiny breasts, I could easily be identified as a guy.

Shit!

Several folks ogled us as we moved through the lobby and into the large pool area. I was pretty sure that my companions drew all of the attention. I was the ugly duckling.

Outside, there were already a dozen other guests lounging or playing in the water. Several were attractive, but I preferred my companions.

We spent a couple minutes arranging three lounge chairs, side-by-side and then settled in to lay out and catch some sun.

Both girls happily encouraged me to work on my tan, and build cute tan lines.

For the next couple hours, we laid there chatting and relaxing. I was in the middle with my two girlfriends close beside. They amused themselves by idly reaching over to caress various parts of my body, ignoring the other sun-bathers around us.

I couldn't deny, it felt nice.

Of course, Winter ramped it up a step when her fingers worked their way to my crotch.

Every time I tried to push her hand aside, she worked her way back.

Hearing Winter giggling, Emily sat up and watched for a while, and then joined in to torment me in a similar fashion.

I couldn't fight both of them off without causing a scene. Several times I caught some of our neighbors watching and sneering.

Finally, frustrated I jumped up and hurriedly slid into the pool, to cool off and hide my hardening prick. Of course, the girls laughed their asses off. Drawing even more attention from the others around us, and embarrassing the hell out of me.

When I returned to my frustrating friends, they were still sniggering. But after I'd settled back down, Emily leaned close and whispered an apology for torturing me so.

When I begrudgingly accepted her gesture, she offered to make it up to me.

"How?" I muttered. But the offer did have me interested.

"Well, come up to the room with me, and find out," she teased, as she began climbing off her chair.

I wasted no time in getting up myself. I easily guessed something good awaited me, upstairs.

Winter looked up at us, curiously.

Emily chuckled. "Hold the fort for us. We'll be back in a little while."

"Just a little while?" she asked, with a sly grin.

Emily giggled. "I doubt if she'll last very long." Then she took my hand and led me back to the elevators.

I didn't worry about how I looked as we moved past the other guests.

Alone in the elevator I pulled her into a hug and a kiss.

She broke it off after just a minute. "Forgive me?"

"We'll see..."

She chuckled.

As soon as our room's door closed behind us, dear Emily dropped to her knees in front of me and pulled down my bikini bottoms. My cock immediately dropped out and stood up in front of me. After I'd stepped out of the suit, she pushed me back to sit on the bed, and then crawled in between my legs to wrap her mouth around my prick.

Of course, I moaned, and then shuddered as she began sucking insistently.

I didn't last very long.

And when my cum began spurting, she didn't allow even a drop to spill onto the bedding or the carpet.

Finished, I fell back onto the mattress, sighing happily.

She stood up over me, smiling down. "Forgive me?"

"Absolutely."

"Good."

Emily then turned and ducked into the bathroom. After rinsing out her mouth and washing her face, she returned with a warm wash cloth and lovingly washed my cock.

She tossed me my bottoms as she returned to the bathroom.

We made it back down to rejoin Winter, just ten minutes later. She sat up, as I was sitting back down. When we were fac-to-face, she surprised me by grabbed my head and pulling me into a kiss.

When she released me, she whispered, "feeling better? Forgive me too?"

I chuckled, "yes."

After that, now empty, my cock behaved for the last hour of the afternoon, while we three resumed sunning ourselves.

When the sun settled too low to provide any warmth, we went back to the room and dressed for dinner. That took a while with the three of us sharing the one bathroom.

But it was fun, and we laughed lot.

What wasn't fun was when Emily and Winter ganged up on me to lace my corset all the way closed. That was a first. Up until then there had always been a two-inch gap.

I moaned and groaned, but Emily was pleased. "Now that we know you can get this small, we can keep it up."

I tried to argue. "My clothes won't fit."

"We'll have them adjusted, or buy new ones."

"Sexier ones," Winter added, delightedly.

After a fun celebratory dinner, Emily and I took Winter back to the room and spent the evening pleasuring her.

I counted four orgasms, one from my cock, and three from tongues and fingers, before she finally decided she'd had enough.

After that we slept like babies, cuddling.

Sunday morning, Winter's actual birthday, after a champaign brunch, we resumed sunning by the pool.

By the time we returned to the room to start packing before checking out, my skin was a light shade of red, except for the areas covered by my swim suite. They remained lily white.

Winter laughed when she saw me stripping off my bikini. "Well, sweety, now if we consider your cock, you're very patriotic. Red, white and blue."

A while later, we were getting ready to vacate the room, when Winter's phone rang.

After looking at the display, she hurried out onto the balcony to answer, closing the door behind her.

Emily looked at me questioningly. I just shrugged. No idea why our friend and lover, felt the need for privacy.

When she returned, call over, she looked at us sheepishly. "Sorry, I wasn't sure how that call would go."

We assured her, we weren't bothered, but we were dying of curiosity.

She took a deep breath, and explained. "It was Dieter, remember? My X, calling me.

She paused to giggle. "I think he still loves me. He remembered my birthday. And he also recalled that I always dreamed of bigger boobs."

"He's sending one of his technicians all the way over here, to provide me with a nanite injection that will give me the breasts I've always wanted."

I looked at her confused, and she chuckled. "I always fantasized about a larger chest. Kind of like you."

Emily laughed. "Winter, babe, you have nice breasts." I nodded my agreement.

"Thanks, I appreciate that. But they're only a B-cup. I've always envied the girls with D's. They draw more attention."

Emily chuckled. "Kendra, with her D's, draws a lot of attention."

"Hers are fake. Mine will be real. With no surgery."

I looked at her, both confused and excited. I could imagine her with a bigger chest. She'd look great. And since we were part-time lovers, I'd get to enjoy playing with them.

"But how?" I asked.

"I've told you a little about Dieter's company, they have a fantastic product line of microscopic robots, nano-bots or 'nanites', that are better than surgery. Among other things, they can make changes to your body by generating, regenerating and rebuilding natural tissue.

"They'll grow my tits to D-cups, and without surgery. Just an injection."

"Good for you," Emily said, excitedly; happy for her friend.

Winter giggled, very pleased and excited. She was clearly looking forward to being 'busty'.

Winter then turned, and stepped over to me, still smiling. She held out her hands, invitingly, and I took them as one would expect.

"Kendra, you fantasized of having real breasts. Didn't you?" she asked.

I blushed, but didn't say anything. Another case of 'I refuse to answer on the grounds...'

"Come on, tell us. That part of your sexy maid fantasy world, wasn't it?" Emily pressed, demanding an answer.

"Well, um, yes," I admitted bashfully. Who wouldn't? My dream girl, sexy maid Yvette, had beautifully big breasts, very nicely displayed by her uniform. I would have loved to be able to pull that off, but couldn't. That had always been frustrating.

I even tried one of those silicone chest plate things, but it was too hot and tight. I'd given up on it after only a couple tries.

"I figured as much." Emily said confidently.

I shrugged and looked at Winter. "Why?"

She smiled and nodded. "Well, they have two types of the nanites.

"At Paradise Isle, where the women come from all over to get bigger boobs, they use a version that delivers the changes in as short of time as possible, so the little roboty things can only deliver around two cup sizes with a single dose. That's what I'll get."

She giggled, and added, "after that, the nanites die off, exhausted, I assume.

"But Dieter's team has produced another, newer product where the tiny things operate in two phases. The first phase, adds two cup-sizes in a few days, and one month later a second wave of nanites wake up and add two more."

She paused and smiled, and it seemed like she expected a 'ta da' from the background.

"And I talked Dieter into providing them for you. Since the tech will already be here to inject me, the costs for your nanites are minimal."

"Wait, what?"

"Kendra, pay attention. One month after the injection, you'll have real, nice and firm, D-cup breasts." She announced excitedly.

I stood stunned by the idea.

And it seemed like Emily was too, until she laughed, delightedly. "You'll have real breasts, nice large ones, like you always wanted."

She was clearly very pleased by the idea.

I though, wasn't at all thrilled. In fact, the idea scared me to death! It would be such a huge step. A modification to my body.

It would also mean, I could never go back to being a regular guy. Not that I'd ever consider it; or be allowed to...

Yet even though I knew it would be difficult, I had always believed I could. Even with everything burned up in the fire.

I thought could forget my fantasies. Change jobs, cut my hair, go back to men's clothes, let the piercings heal over and cancel the paperwork. And even part ways with Emily.

But I loved her too much to ever consider a move like that.

Emily and Winter both sensed my hesitation.

And they spent the next while, selling me on the idea. Emily wanted me to be more of a real woman, and Winter wanted me to have nice, soft, lovable breasts.

"Your chest will be the same size as mine. It'll be so much fun," she maintained.

While Emily excitedly emphasized how much fun she would have dressing me. And how sexy I would look, showing off real cleavage; lots of it.

"They'll be nice and firm, you'll even be able to go braless, and really turn your admirers on," Winter added.

Their encouragement worked, I did begin dreaming of being a sexier and more real girl. I started getting aroused, my cock growing.

I remained nervous though, until Emily pulled me into a hug, kissed me lovingly and then whispered in my ear, "let's do it. Please, for me."

If she wanted it that badly, I just had to go through with it.

We drove home feeling great. The vacation and celebration had been a great success, and Winter was looking forward to her gift from Dieter.

Emily and I were both thrilled over my gift, too, but to different levels. I was excited, but also still anxious and afraid.

Back home, Winter left us soon after arrival to head to her place for rest and to begin searching for new clothes that would work for her new chest after the nanites had done their magic.

Emily wanted to start on that game too, for me, but I declined. All I wanted was to make love to her.

She accepted that alternative.

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We spent Monday and Tuesday, fighting a system issue at the office. The resolution required long hours, and a lot of effort, but we finally succeeded, receiving senior managements thanks for the hard work.

The whole team was given Wednesday afternoon off as a well-deserved reward. We all thought it the least they could do.

Emily delightedly made an appointment for the two of us at her favorite spa. That would be a more enjoyable reward for our efforts

It sounded good, until she provided the details.

We were to get massages and a mani-pedi, and I'd have my lashes redone; they were overdue for a refresh. It all sounded fine until I pictured a masseuse, working on me, while I laid out, naked beneath a strategically placed towel.

Even if I kept my gaff in place to hide my cock. My lack of real breasts would give me away. Shit!

When I pointed that issue out to Emily, she just shrugged it off. "Just relax and enjoy. I'm sure the masseuse will have worked on a lot of different women before. You're just a flat one, for now."

So, on Wednesday, we drove over.

Our massages were first on the agenda, so as soon as we arrived, we ducked into the changing area, stripped down to fluffy, white robes, and then moved into separate treatment rooms.

The woman who took care of me didn't say a word about my chest, and with a towel draped over my waist, I don't think she ever saw my gaff.

And the massage she gave me felt glorious.

When Emily and I met back up, we both felt wonderful.

Then it was time for my eyelash treatment. It had been quite a while since the last session, and much of the previous work had drifted away. Peeled or fallen by the wayside.

Samantha greeted us like old friends. The last time we'd been there, for mani-pedi and to have my eyelashes replaced, she'd been on vacation.

Upon instructions from Emily, I received a new set of glued-on eyelashes, only this time a little longer and thicker.

And just like times past, my eyes looked much better afterwards. Again, I was impressed, and Emily was absolutely delighted.

I was ready to leave and move on to the nail salon area, when I was told to stay.

"What now?" I asked Emily.

"Samantha's going to do a little more on your lips. It's time to refresh that filler."

"More?"

"Yes, just a little. I love your lips, the way they came out after the last injections. A little more will make you even prettier. And more kissable.

I groaned. But didn't fight it as Samantha prepared my mouth and began poking me.

Once again, when she finished and handed me a mirror, the difference was small, but noticeable. I did admit that I looked more feminine.

Emily loved it.

Finally, we moved into the nail studio for our manicures and pedicures.

Emily again provided all the instructions, and I was upset when she asked the manicurist to increase the lengths of my extensions.

"It took me forever to learn to deal with my nails as they are," I whined.

"But now that you've got it figured out, it won't take that long to get comfortable with the newer length, it's only another quarter inch."

My bright pink nails, claws really, now extended three-quarters of an inch past my fingertips. Terribly impractical.

I was very much afraid I'd be breaking them off. But The manicurist assured me that she'd made them extra strong, and that if I did succeed in breaking one, I could come back anytime for a repair.

Great...

Afterwards, we went out to dinner and then back home.

At dinner, at first anyway, I fumbled with my longer nails, but I did start getting used to them fairly quickly.

I still worried about typing with them in the office tomorrow.

The folks in the office didn't say anything, about my manicure. They didn't mention mu plumper looks either, and by the end of the day I was okay on my keyboard.

I wasn't sure if my colleagues truly didn't notice the change, or if they were just used to my increasingly feminine adjustments.

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On Friday, when I arrived home form the office a box was waiting, and when I opened it, there were three new maid's uniforms. When I pulled one out and looked, it was exactly like Yvette's, low cut to show off a pair of deliciously large breasts. Wonderful cleavage.

"With your new breasts, that will fit you perfectly!" Emily said happily, having watched the process.

I groaned. But my cock got hard.

"I'm really looking forward to extending your entire wardrobe to better show off your chest."

"Looks like you've already been working on it."

She giggled. "I have, and after dinner, I think we can both sit down and do more; much more."

"But it'll be a month before I'll be able to wear any of this," I reminded her.

I was happy with that; I needed a month to get used to the idea that I'd have a real rack.

But Emily was obviously looking forward to my new body, so assembling my new and improved wardrobe became a hobby of sorts for her.

Each evening for the next several days she shopped for me, on-line.

And everything she picked out was low cut, and revealing.

Part of the time, I sat in and looked over her shoulder, commenting, and occasionally protesting.

She ignored most of what I said.

By the third session, though, I did start enjoying the effort, a little. Picturing my feminine self, in low cut dresses and tops showing off attractively large breasts, did turn me on.

I more vehemently protested the blouses she bought for me to wear to work, beneath my standard blazers. Those jackets hid my body pretty well. The outlines of my corset were not visible.

But even when buttoned, the professional looking jackets didn't cover my upper chest.

With the necklines Emily wanted me to wear, more than a hint of my cleavage would be on display. Sometimes much more.

But she bought them anyway. "Lover, those kinds of displays, affect men in a very positive manner."

"Huh?"

She laughed. "A guy staring at your boobs is much less likely to say 'no' to anything you ask for. It's a super power you can put to good use."

I thought about that for a moment, and realized she was right.

Emily also insisted on new bras for me. "You won't need as much support, since your new tits will be real and firm. We can buy nicer ones than what you've been wearing, and pretty and sexy colors too."

So that's what we did, mainly her.

The new ones were pretty, lacy and satiny. In many colors, pastels, red and black, not just plain white. And some of them had half-cups, that barely covered my nipples.

By the time Winter informed us that the CP technician, would be at her place next Wednesday at four o'clock, I already had a full wardrobe on order.

To make the appointed time, we both made arrangements to leave work early. I took the entire afternoon off, to eliminate any suspicion of coordination between us.

We had been able to maintain our secret, and continued to diligently work on that.

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On Wednesday, we were all in Winter's condo when the woman from Chasti-Permalock arrived carrying her purse, and another bag.

She spoke English well, and after some quick greetings, she got right down to business.

To her it was just a job, a special one for her boss, but something simple that she was very familiar with.

Everything went smoothly. One at a time, she had us remove enough clothing to expose our butts, which she swabbed, and then injected us with the magical nanites.

No big deal. We wound up a little sore, with band-aids covering the sites.

Afterwards, she first turned to Winter. "The nanite set you received will, in just a few days, increase your breast tissue, quite naturally, and take you up approximately two cup sizes, perhaps a little more. That's as much as the little devices can do before they burn themselves out."

She paused to await questions. When none came, she continued. "From what I can see, you're about a B-cup?" she asked.

Winter nodded. "Yes, so I'll grow to a D," she said happily.

"Correct."

Then she turned to me with a quizzical look. "Your breasts look very large, already," she said accusingly.

Embarrassed, I stuttered an explanation, to the effect that my boobs were fake.

She nodded, and actually smiled. "Ah, you're a man. We get those often enough.

"The set for you is our new development. It includes that same set that will take you from, ah, nothing." She paused to chuckle. "To a nice B-cup. But you also have a time release set that will activate in one month and add another two cup sizes. So, you'll ultimately grow to be a D-cup."

She again paused to ensure I understood. Then smiled, "Isn't that what you are now, with your padding?"

"Yes," I muttered, still embarrassed.

"Good. That's all I have for you. Here's my card. If you experience any pain, negative reaction, or have any questions. Please call me."

Then she turned to Winter. "Herr Schäfer is particularly concerned that you, Frau Benton, are pleased. "

Winter nodded. "Please tell him, I'm very happy, and thank him. And thank you too Frau Müller. We appreciate you coming all this way."

She smiled, satisfied. "Oh, no trouble. I get a paid vacation in California."

She sounded very pleased with that deal.

A few moments later she had packed up her kit and was out the door.

Winter saw her out, and returned just as Emily wrapped her arms around me. "This is going to be so cool. No more fakes! No breast forms. You'll be even more of a woman. And all mine."

"You will share, though, right?" Winter asked.

"Of course. We'll have so much fun."

I hoped so.

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By Saturday when we got together, Winter's breasts looked magnificent. She was delighted. Emily and I were too. We were both happy for her.

I really did love her new chest. She wore a tight sweater, and no bra, and I had a hard time not staring.

Emily too, appeared very pleased and excited, aroused even. That was a bit surprising. She clearly enjoyed Winter's new shape. I guess there are 'breast-women' just like there are 'breast-men'.

While Winter's breasts had grown to their new, large size, my breasts grew from nothing to B-cups. And that was very weird. They looked and felt real, like a woman's, but they were on my chest!

Of course, both girls adored them.

When I had woken up on Thursday, the first morning after the injections, I could already feel something was off. My chest felt swollen, and sensitive to the touch.

And all day at the office, beneath my bra and breast forms, my chest bothered me, felt compressed.

That night when I mentioned that feeling to Emily, she preformed a thorough examination, with hands, fingers and tongue, and declared them growing wonderfully.

I still had mixed feelings. My feminine side was excited and aroused, while what endured of my male side remained nervous and unsure.

Two nights later, I had firm and sizable B-cup breasts. Unbelievable!

Emily was absolutely delighted. She even called Winter over to see.

Winter's new breasts were indeed magnificent I was more fascinated with her chest, than with my own. But the girls were just the opposite. They were all about me.

In bed that night, the three of us were all very happy with the two new sets of tits, Winter's, and mine.

The more time I spent with boobs, the more amazed I became. In the shower, alone, I spent twenty minutes soaping, washing and exploring them. Groping myself. How bizarre was that?

On occasion though, I still worried about my new even more feminine body. My face, hair, jewelry, tattoo, clothes, my breasts and even my identity, were all woman. But that one important thing hanging between my legs was all man. The only thing that was male.

It was hard to believe how far I'd come.

Emily was certainly happy. From then on, around the house, she made it clear that I should always go braless, to show my new breasts off.

"Even when they grow to their full size?"

"Absolutely."

Until they finished their final growth spirt, to fill out my clothes, I had to pad out my D-cup bras. That too was weird.

Emily quickly ordered a pair of smaller breast forms that fit into my bras, and made up the difference.

They'd tide me over until the nanites kicked in to grow me the rest of the way, a month from now. She could hardly wait.

I admit I was excited too. I couldn't help it.

"Why did you ever choose breasts that large?" Emily asked, one night while we were cuddling in bed.

"Yevette. Of course," I said with a laugh.

She sighed, "Ah yes, your dream-girl maid. I forgot."

"I actually considered Double-Ds." I admitted with a laugh.

"Well, in a couple months, you'll have your Ds. I hope you'll be happy with them. If you want Double-Ds after that, you can always beg Dieter."

"I'll be happy," I replied. Hoping that would be true.

She chuckled. "Now that I think about it, bigger boobs could be fun, though."

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For the next month while we all waited for my next growth spurt, life carried on, with few incidents.

Every time I played with Winter's big breasts, I was reminded that I'd be that big soon.

Even though Emily enjoyed playing with my breasts, I could see how excited she became whenever my D-cups were mentioned.

All the while I worried about what it would be like with real, big breasts.

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It was exactly a month later, when the day arrived, and I again felt a stirring in my chest. Clearly the nanites had started performing their magic.

When I reported it to Emily, she got very excited, and demanded a session where she could inspect them. That was fun.

By that time, of course, I was used to having breasts, just like a real woman. And I'd come to enjoy having them. They made me feel sexy and authentic. And Emily and Winter loved playing with them.

I'm sure they weren't as sensitive as their breasts were, but I was happy enough.

As my breasts grew again, I really started feeling their weight, pulling on my chest.

And as soon as they'd grown large enough, I was able to dump the breast forms, and switch to my prettier bras. Emily liked that too.

It was difficult to get used to. More so than with my first growth. The D's seemed much more bulky. Larger and heavier, with more sway and pull. Especially when they swung free. They threw off my balance, especially when I was in my tall heels, which was pretty much always.

They were definitely firm, yet soft. And they rocked and rolled, but didn't hang.

I enjoyed holding them and in effect grope myself.

They were so much more than the fake ones.

And my two lovers adored them.

As required, at least within the condo, I walked around braless most of the time. My breasts' movement felt naughty and exciting. A constant reminder of how much of a girl I'd become.

When Winter slept over that first weekend after I'd achieved full size. We had a lovely time. She and Emily both adored playing with them, caressing, kissing and sucking on them.

I was aware of 'breast men', I certainly enjoyed women's boobs, but they proved that women also loved breasts.

"You know, I'm certain Dieter would send over the nanites to take you larger," Winter told Emily, at one point during the night.

"I'm happy the way I am. I'll just keep enjoying your big boobs," she replied contentedly. I was happy enough with her breasts, even though mine were bigger.

In the morning when we woke up, still intertwined in Emily's bed. Winter reached over to cop a feel. "Your nipples are so tiny. Your areolas too," she said, casually.

I had to agree; they did look unusually small, perched on the tips of my wonderfully large tits. Especially when I compared them to hers or Emily's.

I just shrugged. Nothing I could do about that.

"We need to fix that," she said, now sounding serious.

"How?"

"Tattoos, silly. We can go see Bonnie, and she can ink in nice-sized areolas for you. It's mainly about the coloration."

"More tattoos?" I moaned, unenthused.

Emily, who had been lying on my other side, listening, spoke up. "Oh, don't be a baby, it didn't hurt that much, and you'll come away looking much more normal."

Winter chuckled. "Good, then we're agreed. I'll call tomorrow and make an appointment for you."

Once again, I didn't recall agreeing to it, but it would happen, anyway. And I would look better; more real.

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A couple days later, in the evening after work, we all met up at Bonnie's tattoo studio. By then I was comfortable enough with the idea to accept the pain, and even look forward to the result.

Bonnie took us straight back to the treatment room, had me strip off my top and after complimenting me on my new 'rack', went straight to work.

No discussion, no stencil, just start in, while I laid back and tried my best to deal with the stinging pain of it all.

When she finished with my left breast and moved around to do my right, I tried to sit up and take a look, but Winter pushed me back down. "Just relax until she's done," she said.

Emily, chuckled. "It looks great."

When Bonnie finished up and cleaned me up, but before she covered her work, she let me sit up and handed me a mirror, so I could finally see.

When I looked, despite the swelling, my breasts did look better, capped by the rouge-red of the larger areolas.

But then I realized that they weren't round. They were shaped like hearts, with the dip at the top and the point at the bottom.

It was certainly a surprise, and I wasn't sure I liked the look. It was almost too cute. But I had to admit very girlish.

I'd seen that done to girls in pics on the internet, and I remembered thinking that they were charming and sexy, but I hadn't ever expected to have them myself.

Winter giggled. "You like?"

"I think they're darling," Emily contributed before I could answer.

"Um, I guess. Something else I'll have to get used to."

A few minutes later Bonnie covered my tattoos and ushered us out.

I went home, braless, with my breasts covered in sterile plastic wrap, anxious for them to heal and become my new norm.

For the next couple weeks, my breasts were sore, beneath my bras. But that too passed.

And looking in the mirror, after the ink had settled, I decided I liked having heart-shaped areolas on my pretty breasts.

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My breasts were also exciting on Saturdays, when I performed as a maid for either Emily at our condo, or for Winter at hers. I now wore only my Yvette uniforms. My older ones were stashed in the back of my closet.

Wearing those outfits, low cut and displaying my big tits, perfectly, was a huge turn-on for me. Literally, a dream come true. And I began enjoying performing my servile duties once again.

I did get a thrill every time I examined myself in front of a mirror.

Once a month I cleaned Winter's condo. Just like I had before with Miranda.

One Saturday, while I was dusting Winter's living room, her doorbell rang.

She was in the kitchen, preparing lunch. She shouted from there, "Kendra can you get that?"

"Sure," I replied.

When I opened the door, I was surprised to find Ms. Benedict standing there. Shit!

I hadn't spoken to her in months. I'd done my best to avoid her.

Her expression was almost comical. She recognized me, but it was my uniform, and my extensive cleavage that caught all her attention.

Surprised myself, it took me a second to stand back and invite her in, calling to Winter a I did, to let her know that Ms. Benedict, her boss, was at the door.

"I thought you were Emily's maid. And her, um, companion," the woman said as she moved past me.

By then Winter had rushed out. "She's more like life partner, wife actually, Virginia." Winter explained. "She's been kind enough to help me once in a while, around here."

Then she swept her hand around the room, and chuckled. "She's the expert."

Virginia nodded, but continued staring at me. Particularly my chest.

For an awkward moment the three of us just stood there, until Winter broke the silence.

"What can I do for you, Virginia? It must be important. You don't usually visit me."

"I know. I'm terribly sorry to bother you on a weekend, and at your home," Virginia replied sounding genuinely apologetic.

Then she dove into an explanation of what was so important that it couldn't wait until Monday.

Winter didn't seem upset, or even excited. Virginia's issue didn't seem that big a deal to her.

As she and Winter talked, I went back to my chores. I didn't pay much attention to what urgent matter they were discussing. It was no business of mine. Proper maids don't pry.

But each time I glanced over their way, it seemed that Virgina was staring at me.

The third time that happened I looked quizzically at Winter, catching her eye. She smiled and winked at me.

Finally, Virginia turned to me. "Um, Kendra, you look different. Perhaps it's just your uniform."

Winter chuckled. "She's improved her figure."

Virginia frowned, confused. "Your uniform shows off your breasts, but..."

I sighed. "My breasts are new."

"But they look so real," Virgina said, confused, and I got the impression she was embarrassed for even mentioning it.

I smiled, and nodded. "Yes, they are real."

"But..." she stammered.

"Miracles of medical science." Winter said laughing.

Virginia took one more look, blushed, and although it seemed like she wanted to say more, she backed away and left me alone.

She and Winter went back to their discussion.

I had moved into the kitchen and was washing the stove when Winter came in. "She's gone. Funny she didn't react to my bigger chest. Just ignore d it. Of course, I don't show it off when I'm at work."

She chuckled, as she stepped closer. "The old girl was certainly intrigued by your tits."

"Yah, I saw. Weird."

"Why? They're wonderful," she said as she reached up with both hands to grope me.

And when she leaned in to kiss me, I giggled, and kissed her back.

When we ended the kiss, she didn't release her hold. "Kendra, my dear, take a break."

Then she released my chest, grabbed my hand, and began leading me out.

"I'm horny," she said as we moved along.

When I paused, unsure, she turned back to me. "Come on, girl. We do it all the time. Emily won't mind. It's just sex."

I tended to agree; Emily probably wouldn't mind. And we did have sex together, often. But usually, it was the three of us. I worried that it might be cheating...

When I still didn't move, Winter pulled me into a hug and kissed me again. And again, it felt nice, and I kissed her back.

This kiss lasted longer, and when we came up for air, and she turned and with her arm wrapped around me pulled again, I went along.

My cock liked the idea. Winter was very good in bed. She and I and Emily had shared sex often enough.

As always, the sex with Winter was energetic and delicious.

I didn't take off my uniform, just slipped off my undies and my gaff. I liked it that way, the mistress doing the maid. More fantasy fulfillment.

She enjoyed an orgasm when I ate her, and another when she rode me until we both came.

When I was cleaning up and putting my cock away under my gaff, I realized I was feeling a little guilty. Would Emily be jealous? I loved her, not Winter.

But the sex had been good.

I went back to work, feeling pleased, but still a little uncomfortable with what had just transpired.

A couple hours later, when I finished, we kissed goodbye and I went up to Emily's condo. It was my home too, now.

I didn't mention anything to Emily. I probably should have, and she probably would have just blown it off, but...

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Several weeks after I'd gotten my big breasts, after the three of us had finished another wonderful session in our bed, I groaned and stretched my back after I crawled off the mattress.

Emily had allowed me to go without a corset that night.

What's wrong?" Winter asked. "Miss your corset?"

Emily chuckled. "She's suffering back pains from her new, real chest."

I gave her a dirty look. "I didn't have this problem with the breast forms."

"Yes, you did. But now your breasts are a part of your body. They're with you always, day and night, and when you go braless, they have no support."

I wasn't wearing bras while in bed, any more. And Emily and Winter in particular loved it when I went around braless during the day, with my big firm boobs swaying beneath my tops.

But Winter was sympathetic, as well as surprised. "Dieter told me that included in my nanite package, I'd also get nanites that would strengthen my back, so my new breasts wouldn't cause problems. And that seems to be working. My back doesn't bother me.

"I wonder why your back is bothering you. Didn't you get the same set?"

I shrugged. "No idea." She was there when I received my injection, and had arranged the whole thing.

She, thoughtfully, had me lay back down so she could give me a very pleasant, and much appreciated massage.

That helped.

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Several days later in the evening, Winter stopped by our condo. "I talked to Dieter. He checked the records, and for some reason you didn't get the back-strengthening nanites that normally come with the breast enhancement package."

"Oh?"

"Yes. He apologized. It was some kind of oversight. He was very upset. You know how Germans are. Everything must be in order." She paused to giggle. "He promised to send out a supplemental nanite dose for you."

"More nanites?" I said nervously.

"Well, Kendra, it's either that or back aches for the rest of your life."

"We don't want that," Emily said.

Winter nodded. "He promised to have them here on Saturday, at my place."

"Great. We'll see you then," Emily replied.

I just nodded. Hopefully, it should be easy and solve my back pains.

To be continued...

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