About How You'd Expect

"You know," I remark breezily as Lady Wakeford continues to lick her maid's slit, "normally, the punishment for a girl caught wearing underwear is a lot more thorough than just a little rugmunching." Lady Wakeford pulls back and licks Andrea's juices from her lips, then turns her head to face me while she pushes two fingers into Andrea's pussy. "Oh, don't you worry, Mister Doe," she replies, "I plan on making her punishment as severe as possible. Would you terribly mind, if I were to-"

"Have her suck me off? Go right ahead," I cut in, "after all, it's perfectly normal for guests to join in on a maid's punishment."

"Thank you, Mister Doe," she says gratefully, apparently even less aware of my power than people normally are - at least they'd have noticed that I interrupted them. She stands up fast enough that I can actually hear her cheeks clap together under her dress, grabs Andrea by the hip and the hair and drags her over to me before pushing her to the floor between my legs. "A naughty girl like you should know what to do," she sneers, before her expression fades into one of shock as I finally allow myself to get hard. One of my first changes was to make myself big enough to satisfy any woman I met, and if the Doctor isn't responsible for the recent, dramatic change in what 'big enough' means, then I'll eat my shoes.

Andrea moans half in despair and half in ecstacy as I finish unbuckling my pants and sixteen inches of coke can-thick cock slap down heavily onto her face. I grunt as I'm **** to shift in my seat to accommodate the pair of apple-sized balls that use it as an outlet, thinking that making myself a grower in all aspects may have accidentally become one of my smarter decisions. I swear, I think woozily as my blood flow stabilises and I'm no longer as stunned as the two women staring at my dick, I'm going to break that woman when the time comes. Because what else am I supposed to do with the biggest size queen I've ever met? Or made, for that matter.

"Qu-Quite the impressive tool, Mister Doe," Lady Wakeford manages to **** out through her heavy breathing, "I look forward to you putting it in me- I mean, putting it to use." Andrea hesitantly plants a kiss on the head of my cock and slowly takes it in her mouth, her eyes widening as she finds it far easier than expected. "If there's anything more I can do to assist you with Andrea's punishment, don't hesitate to ask." She's visibly blushing right now, one hand grabbing the material of her dress while the other traces a fingertip along its neckline. "Well," I drawl, as Andrea's hot mouth slowly envelopes my cockhead and she gets to work swallowing the length of it down, "how about getting out of that dress for me?"

"I... Yes, yes, of course..." Lady Wakeford's eyes are glassy and her expression is vacant as she grabs the collar of her dress in both hands and pulls. Fabric parts with a loud rrrrrrrrip and the two halves of the ruined top half of her dress drop to the sides as she slips her arms out of the sleeves, then the whole thing drops to the floor as she unfastens the laces holding it tight around her waist. Under her dress, the lady of the house is wearing a set of underwear that has me absolutely convinced that aliens are involved somehow - after all, a (wholly unnecessary, given the perkiness of her chest) lacy half-cup bra, garter belt and stockings hardly belong in this time period. "Was there," she blinks, and the dull tone in her voice and blank expression fade back into the 'proper lady' I'd been speaking to before, "anything else?"

I hum in thought, then grab a fistful of Andrea's hair and slam her down my cock until it bulges her throat and her lips kiss the base. She starts to shudder and gag around me, the spasms of her throat doing interesting things to my cock before I drag her off of it and take a look at her face. It's a mess, frankly; mouth open in a mindless 'O', teary eyes rolled back and tongue lolling out as she coughs and splutters. "Normally," I tell her, "you're a lot more resilient than that." She gives one last cough and blinks the tears from her eyes, then smiles weakly at me as her chest continues to heave. "Sorry, sir," she pants, "I thought you might want to see me broken."

"Not if it gets you out of your punishment," I reply, luxuriating in the familiar feeling of a contrived sexual scenario, "so get back to work." I look over at Lady Wakeford as Andrea goes back to trying to **** herself **** on my shaft. "Is this level of disobedience a regular problem? Oh, and get up on that table and masturbate for me." She does so, the flesh of her ass spilling out to the sides slightly under her weight - less than I'd expected, given her membership of the idle rich, but enough to demonstrate that there was some serious plushness overlaying her glutes. "V-Very much so," she answers, one hand already probing her slit with two fingers and the other pinching and tugging her nipples to get them fully erect, "there's a dreadful issue of insubordination among the staff here - especially the new hire! Even after they... after they... It's not important. The point is, Mister Doe, that we need a man of the house to come and take control of us."

"'Us', Lady Wakeford?"

"Yes, yes," she nods fervently, "I'm just as naughty as the maids, you see. Why, just yesterday I found myself eyeing up one of the girls and wondering how it would feel for her to pin me down and grind her hot, juicy lips against my mouth - well, I simply couldn't help myself and I just had to hike up my dress and rub myself until I-"

"Stop," I sigh, holding up my hand and marveling slightly at how perfectly she cuts herself off mid-syllable. "Alright, this is getting a bit dull-" And I need to go and find the Doctor so I can feed her the cock she's craving. "-so, what are you?" The effect is immediate. Her entire posture changes from sophisticated to sensual in an instant, the arch of her back and tilt of her head leaving me unable to see her eyes as she lets out a long, shuddering sigh. "mmmm..." the fingers in her pussy speed up their work, "tits and holes..." I frown as I yank Andrea off my cock and shove her backwards onto the floor, where she joins Lady Wakeford in writhing and moaning with two fingers buried in her twat.

"tits and holes..." "just tits and holes..."

"Alright then..." I mutter. Clearly, the lady of the house is a dead end on account of also having been pod-personed. Receptive to orders, though... "Both of you, grind your cunts together until you pass out from orgasm overload."

"yes sir" "yes sir"

I take a look back as I go to leave, see that they're busy trying to crawl over to each other and masturbate at the same time and make sure to close the door tightly on the way out. There's another maid down the hall to my left, head-sized tits swinging back and forth as she bends at the waist to dust a low table, so I go right instead. I'm halfway down it before Victoria comes striding out of a side door and nearly knocks me flat. "Oh," she gasps, "I'm sorry, I was just looking for you and Miss Smith. I've looked almost everywhere, and I can't find hide nor hair of anything untoward - the only place left is the attic."

"That's probably where th- Sorry, where Joan's gone, then," I reply, adjusting my collar and taking the opportunity to grope Victoria's tits briefly through her shirt, "she said she was off to do a bit of spying of her own." Victoria places her hands over mine, but doesn't try and stop me. "We'd better go after her," I say eventually, releasing her chest and gesturing for her to go first. "Lead on." The confluence of 'ladies first', the lady in question knowing the way when I don't and the lady in question having a dump-truck ass is a rare one when I'm not actively causing it, which makes this one all the more special.

That and the fact that it gives me a great show when I use my power to swap her riding pants for a pair of leather chaps as we start climbing the servants' stairs. Turns out, she's wearing the same sort of panties as Andrea - which is one more item on the list of things that don't belong in this place.