just what I'm gonna do.
NOW:
A fter exercising, we must bathe. Bathing is so important for hygiene.
Lilah leads us to the Master bath. It is enormous. The bathtub alone is the size of my bedroom. She stands tall and proud in the center, her huge bare belly so round and full of life. Her big, heavy tits usually are lactating already from all the exertion. I take care to slurp up every last bit that I can. Her milk is so sweet, so delicious.
Claudette bathes her first. She takes her time with the sponge, lovingly caressing it over every beautiful, shiny inch of Lilah’s body.
I do the same for Claudette. Soft moans and mews pour from my mouth like wine from a bottle. She is so very beautiful. All I want to do is hold her and lick her and kiss her when I am around her. When I am not around her, I want to do the same for Terrence, or Lilah, or especially Mister Castle.
After bathing, we dress again. Lilah dresses us, of course. Like gardens in Louie XIV’s Versailles, we are to constantly change our appearance so as to please the King we all adore.
I dress most often in lingerie, as I said. As it is close to the evening after we bathe, Lilah permits me usually to wear some manner of gown on top of the lingerie—but only so that it shows off my immense tits and my gloriously long blond hair. I look so fucking good.
I could lose weeks at a time, thinking of my reflection. Thinking of how lovely I look for Mister Castle and his estate.
THEN:
S orry, it’s been a nutty few weeks since my last update. Lots to talk about, though!
I’ve got so much energy I think I could just write for weeks and weeks and weeks, you know? It’s fun to write.
Lots of things are fun, really. I’ve been looking over some previous entries here, and I’ve been a BIG downer. Focusing on Diane, or why I thought I was gross, or why I stunk as a person, all of that. It’s not good to be so negative. Claudette talks to me all the time about the power of positive thinking.
It's definitely working for her! She's happy all the time. I couldn't imagine someone with a better life. So, I'm going to write up some of the good things happening!
First of all—all of a sudden, I’ve got tits. And an ass. And hips.
I mean, I was a skinny, string-bean pole sort of girl, like I've said before. And now, ever since I came to this place, all my body parts are getting really, really...well. Enhanced, I guess you could say.
My tits—and they are tits, like actual honest-to-god tits—are at a very substantial 36B cup right now. I think in a few days, they’ll be an easy C cup. I’ve been just blazing through bras—which is actually totally fine, because Lilah is super happy to just pay for any new ones that I need! She’s so much nicer than I gave her credit for. I was really acting like sort of a snob to her because of how pretty she was, and like, expecting her to be a snob—but that’s the snobbish thing you could possibly do! It's so much easier to just open your heart up and like the people around you, you know?
So yes, I completely fill out my uniforms now—and they’ve had to be updated almost daily. I wouldn’t mind how my tits spill out of tiny, frilly maid’s outfits Lilah wants me in, but with how my hips keep getting wider and wider, it gets a bit hard to maneuver without ripping the poor dresses in half.
I've also...this is sort of weird. But I've gotten taller? I mean, I've always been kind of on the taller side...but now I'm approaching five foot eight, I think. So, my legs are just getting longer and longer, and at the same time, without even going outside or changing my diet much, my skin is getting more bronzed and healthy.
And my hair!
My goodness, my hair.
So, it’s always been short. I chop it short, with scissors of my own. I don’t care what it looks like, really. If I thought I could still get a job and not look like a cancer patient, I would have gone bald long ago.
But, a couple of weeks ago, I noticed one of my
NOW:
A fter exercising, we must bathe. Bathing is so important for hygiene.
Lilah leads us to the Master bath. It is enormous. The bathtub alone is the size of my bedroom. She stands tall and proud in the center, her huge bare belly so round and full of life. Her big, heavy tits usually are lactating already from all the exertion. I take care to slurp up every last bit that I can. Her milk is so sweet, so delicious.
Claudette bathes her first. She takes her time with the sponge, lovingly caressing it over every beautiful, shiny inch of Lilah’s body.
I do the same for Claudette. Soft moans and mews pour from my mouth like wine from a bottle. She is so very beautiful. All I want to do is hold her and lick her and kiss her when I am around her. When I am not around her, I want to do the same for Terrence, or Lilah, or especially Mister Castle.
After bathing, we dress again. Lilah dresses us, of course. Like gardens in Louie XIV’s Versailles, we are to constantly change our appearance so as to please the King we all adore.
I dress most often in lingerie, as I said. As it is close to the evening after we bathe, Lilah permits me usually to wear some manner of gown on top of the lingerie—but only so that it shows off my immense tits and my gloriously long blond hair. I look so fucking good.
I could lose weeks at a time, thinking of my reflection. Thinking of how lovely I look for Mister Castle and his estate.
THEN:
S orry, it’s been a nutty few weeks since my last update. Lots to talk about, though!
I’ve got so much energy I think I could just write for weeks and weeks and weeks, you know? It’s fun to write.
Lots of things are fun, really. I’ve been looking over some previous entries here, and I’ve been a BIG downer. Focusing on Diane, or why I thought I was gross, or why I stunk as a person, all of that. It’s not good to be so negative. Claudette talks to me all the time about the power of positive thinking.
It's definitely working for her! She's happy all the time. I couldn't imagine someone with a better life. So, I'm going to write up some of the good things happening!
First of all—all of a sudden, I’ve got tits. And an ass. And hips.
I mean, I was a skinny, string-bean pole sort of girl, like I've said before. And now, ever since I came to this place, all my body parts are getting really, really...well. Enhanced, I guess you could say.
My tits—and they are tits, like actual honest-to-god tits—are at a very substantial 36B cup right now. I think in a few days, they’ll be an easy C cup. I’ve been just blazing through bras—which is actually totally fine, because Lilah is super happy to just pay for any new ones that I need! She’s so much nicer than I gave her credit for. I was really acting like sort of a snob to her because of how pretty she was, and like, expecting her to be a snob—but that’s the snobbish thing you could possibly do! It's so much easier to just open your heart up and like the people around you, you know?
So yes, I completely fill out my uniforms now—and they’ve had to be updated almost daily. I wouldn’t mind how my tits spill out of tiny, frilly maid’s outfits Lilah wants me in, but with how my hips keep getting wider and wider, it gets a bit hard to maneuver without ripping the poor dresses in half.
I've also...this is sort of weird. But I've gotten taller? I mean, I've always been kind of on the taller side...but now I'm approaching five foot eight, I think. So, my legs are just getting longer and longer, and at the same time, without even going outside or changing my diet much, my skin is getting more bronzed and healthy.
And my hair!
My goodness, my hair.
So, it’s always been short. I chop it short, with scissors of my own. I don’t care what it looks like, really. If I thought I could still get a job and not look like a cancer patient, I would have gone bald long ago.
But, a couple of weeks ago, I noticed one of my
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