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Katie The Egg

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With a groaning, ominous creak, the oversized door opened into the grandiose mansion. In walked the maid and housekeeper, Katie, supplies in hand for yet another day of house upkeep. The door closed behind her slowly as she gazed upon the oversized mansion lobby. In what could be shown as a valuable testimonial for her services, nothing seemed to be out of place nor in a state where excessive cleaning should, or could, be done. Still, she had a duty to uphold as the house's resident had already paid her handsomely with better than twice her usual rate.

Katie, dressed in her usual maids uniform, a black and white ensemble outlined by matching coloured frills and a short skirt for the ease of movement (especially handy for those hard to dust areas under antique furniture), started to traverse the house with duster in hand and the clacking of her black high heels following. Thanks to her doing her job so thoroughly during the first few days of employment, she needn't do much. She could quite literally bat the duster on the table a few times and then call it a day, but that wouldn't be very professional of her. Plus in her experience as a maid, she knew how befouled a room could be within a day. Despite that fact, the man of the house didn't seem to be unclean himself. In fact he's made the work for the maid easier than she gives him credit for. Still, Katie cleaned.

One room here, one room there, a few ornaments that could use minute adjusting. If anything she was adjusting just for the hell of it, as if it was just something extra to do, dare she grow bored of her work. It was as if her employer had hired her just to have an extra body in the house to keep watch for criminals or just to give it that “lived in” look. The mysterious nature of the man had lended itself to those possibilities that cycled through her head. She had only met the man face-to-face twice in her lifetime. Once when she first started her routine cleaning's, and the other was when he finished early at his work, his occupation another secret the man had locked up. Her weekly payments were normally left on a small table near the entrance of the house in the lobby, left in an envelope. The payments were inconsistent, yet lucrative. She had cleaned houses twice the size for half the amount, not to say that this mansion wasn't exceptionally humongous.

After half of the rooms were seen to, she started to slip into a state of weariness. The fatigue setting in from half a days work was amplified thanks to the repetition of her movements. Room after room of furniture seemingly untouched by the owner. This led her to be a tad careless. She reached the kitchen where she ran the duster along the counter, just mindlessly dashing the surface with its feathers. She was so blasé with her work that she didn't notice a small brass container get swept under her duster. It flew from under it and rattled onto the floor with a noise that provoked a startled jump from Katie. Luckily, the container itself wasn't damaged excluding the lid of it flying off. Katie fetched the lid first, before grabbing the container.

The air from the container smelt quite pleasant, with the aroma wafting thanks to the disturbance given to it by Katie's accidental dismantling. It was sweet, as if it was full of Confectioners Sugar. Upon examination, inside the tin was a single sweet which Katie took between her thumb and forefinger to examine.

The treat was just the size of a thimble, coated in bright white. It retained a prolate ellipsoid shape, not unlike an egg, but its skin felt hard and, upon squeezing, didn't have the same fragility as an egg. With a shrug and a sigh, Katie thought she owed this to herself. A few days in a row mindlessly stroking articles of furniture for just a single iota of missing dust or dirt, despite its healthy pay cheque, was worth just a little treat. Besides, with the amount of time the man spends in his own abode, it wasn't like he would miss one solitary piece of candy. She tossed it back into her mouth and savoured the taste.

It was sweet, as predicted, but softer than she anticipated. It was hard to determine the taste other than the overlaying sweetness. She bit into it, and to her surprise, the egg “burst”. Air escaped causing her to swallow upon reflex. The skin of the egg was chewy, despite her not being able to enjoy it for long, but it caused her to expel some air from her mouth, covering it with her fist. Now that the diversion was taken care of, she could now continue with her humdrum activities.

Well, that's what she thought. Her body had other ideas. A soft gurgling emitted from her stomach which Katie ignored, but it was signalling the start of something.

The maid's dress started to feel unusual. Snug. Katie dismissed it as if something had been caught on the hem of it as she twisted it across her frame, but for some reason the feeling hadn't subsided. She felt an unbelievable pressure occur in her lower abdomen, enough to make her stop what she was doing and press into it. Maybe she was bloated.

As if someone blowing up a balloon, the pressure gave way and her lower body surged out, causing Katie to stagger. The uncomfortable bloated feeling subsided, but now the effects were on the outside. Her dress flared up, her legs had thickened and her groin was surging between them. She had to make a darting movement towards a nearby mirror. She stared wide eyed at her reflection, causing her to pause with time she didn't really have. It was as if someone had stuck a hose into her, causing her body to surge from the bottom up filling with liquid. She pressed into her abdomen, it was definitely some form of liquid. The sheer mass of the liquid sank to the bottom, but her skin had some give. The surreality kept Katie rooted to the ground, but the expansion was catching up with her so quickly, it might end up a literal case of being rooted.

As her groin surged from under her dress, her underwear made an appearance, the silky soft white cotton spread itself accordingly, still hugging onto her ever changing contours. It was only then when Katie realized she had to do something. First of all, she had to find more space. No doubt the size she was getting, it would cause her to become a walking wrecking ball as far as furniture was concerned. Holding onto her sides, she tried to manoeuvre her rotund, bottom half towards the door, the sloshing and stretching of her fabric amplifying with each step. The door was tall enough, sure, but the narrowness of the door could prove a trial for the bottom heavy maid.

She gunned for it anyway, using the soft Y shaped material of her white underwear to push the doors open, using her hands to keep them open. She stepped, well, waddled out before she found her fears realized. In all the panic, she didn't give herself enough speed to wedge herself out the door, onto the other side. This just exaggerated the panic for Katie as not only was she compacted in the doorway, she was growing to fit. Many morbid thoughts crept into her mind. The destruction of the doorway, the wall, maybe even half the house as her size ballooned to a state worthy of cartoonish demolition. But what if the doorway was too strong? What if she herself exploded under the pressure? It was hard just to think about, the panic that the idea of her popping like an overinflated water balloon was enough to force her out of the door and into the front garden.

She staggered, and with her rapidly disappearing legs it caused her to tumble. Her bottom half rolled along the grass, causing her to rock back and forth violently. Her shape wasn't letting her respond well to the gravity being thrust upon her. She stabilized, eventually, but only for her to realize that her legs had officially been reduced to small nubs where her feet stuck out from sunken in divots, her pantied groin now forcing itself onto the ground. Despite Katie's panic, the feeling of growth wasn't unpleasant, the only think causing her to feel discomfort was the situation itself. Would she ever stop growing? Her dress rose, exposing a full 5 feet of midriff and creating unflattering amounts of space between the waistline of her panties, the sides of which were holding on by a forgivingly stretchy string and the covering piece stretching to amply cover her bottom half in its alluringly intended fashion. Katie felt her top half now sink, arms spreading themselves wide and eventually sinking in like her legs. Though, credit to her work, she was still grasping her duster in hand.

She looked at the narrow door she escaped from and sighed in relief as she soared above its height. Despite her outlandish height, nearing 20ft or more, she couldn't help but think that if she was the size she was now and still struggling, the surging liquid inside of her wouldn't take kindly to the fact she could have blown to kingdom come. This almost relaxed her as her inflation rapidly doubled her size to an astonishing 40ft. This lead to another depressing thought, would she ever stop growing? Katie imagined her next to tall buildings, people pointing as she crushed their homes with her immense girth, her head reaching the clouds, reaching outer space... but as she was nearing the size of the gigantic house she was issued to clean, she stopped. In the end, she sighed, a gigantic, gargantuan fifty feet tall, her widest equator nearing forty itself, designated by her underwear's waistband. Her dress was still clinging on, but the amount of skin it revealed made it seem more fitting as a bra or an incredibly high cut tank top.

Katie was done. Katie the Egg was now, finally, a elephantine object of even gargantuan proportions. She took a sigh, closing her eyes and just trying to wrap her head around the fact she was like this. She looked around, she was definitely alone in this situation, which at least gave her time to think.

After half an hour, she heard a familiar hum. The engine of the old fashioned car the man of the house drove. She looked down to see the opened top maroon Dusenberg with the familiar looking mystery man still inside it.
:iconmagartist: approached me to write a story based on his unique premise of a Maid-turned-Egg shaped inflation victim and I took a crack at it. There may-may not be an epilogue on this based on what happens to her next, depends if he enjoyed the work I did on this!
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El-Jorro's avatar

Writing and concept is pretty good but the whole thing feels more like a prologue than anything else.