Sarah has been struggling with the thought that she may enjoy her body growing and swelling.  Today she is going to confront Ashely and tell her such things are foolish and that Sarah should have a normal maid job.  But is Ashely the one in need of convincing or is it, Sarah?  (This is kind of a bonus story as I just had to write it.  It will come to DA on Jan 10th.)

             Sarah snorted. “Well, I umm. . .” She looked at Ashely. “I wanted to discuss the maid stuff directly.”

             “Oh?” Ashely crossed her arms. “What about it?”

             Sarah threw her arms to the side. “I find it absurd that you just. . . . that you keep inflating my breasts and ass.” Her cheeks turned bright red. “Like why do you think that you should. . .” Sarah took deep breaths. “That. . . FUCK!”

             Ashely arched an eyebrow. “Everything okay, my dear?”

             “No! I can’t get this out of my mind! I just can’t. You need to stop because it. . . it. . .” Sarah’s cheeks turned brighter by the second. “It. . .”

             “Hmm. . .” Ashely crossed her arms. “So, you want me to stop punishing you. Okay, I can do that.”

             “WAIT NO!” Sarah blinked her eyes. “I mean. . .” She looked at the ground. “I. . .”

             “Darling, you were just saying—”

             “Look, I don’t. . . you just need to stop!” Sarah turned around, shivering. “Maybe just for a bit. Or I. . . I. . .”

             Ashely walked up and put her hand on Sarah’s shoulder. “Hmm, can we talk? In private, darling?”