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Hilda looked at her clothes and sighed. When Mistress had made her a maid, she had given her a uniform. Well, technically it was the uniform of Hilda's old maids, but Milly had laid them off, so now it belonged to her.

The outfit was very conservative; a black ankle-length skirt and a matching black long-sleeved button-up shirt. There were also black stockings, black heels, a white and somewhat frilly maid headdress and a white frilly apron. The outfit had never included underwear. Servants were expected to have there own (which proved most unfortunate for the poor, panty-less Hilda).

It was a very classy outfit that could make even the most flagrant harlot look somewhat respectable. There was only one problem with it; the handful of outfits left behind by the previous staff were all too small for Hilda.

Sure, when Milly had first made her a maid, she could still squeeze into one of them, even if a button occasionally popped off, but in the weeks since then, things had gotten worse for plump Hilda.

Despite her long work days, the portly maid hadn't... well, she hadn't been losing any weight... in fact, thanks to the big meals Milly had insisted on having every day, and Hilda's own habit of stress eating, the former noble had been packing on the pounds.

It hadn't been too noticeable, at least at first... but, as the days had passed, Hilda had been forced to make some *ahem* compromises. Her waistline had continued to widen, forcing Hilda to leave her skirt unbuttoned to get it to fit over her wide, baby-birthing hips and fat, jiggling ass. And the shirt... that she had been forced to wear unbuttoned too, like a jacket once her Buddha-belly and pendulous, saggy breasts had gotten too big to stay hidden.

But even that hadn't been enough, and our formerly svelte and muscular warrior had suffered further indignities as her form grew ever more fruitful and voluptuous.

Her stockings had been the first to surrender; they completely split apart after her milky, soft thighs grew too thunderous. Her shirt had gone next, accidentally shrinking in the wash the first time Hilda tried to do the laundry. Her skirt had quickly followed, her meaty ass breaking free after the embarrassed maid had bent over to pick up a candy bar wrapper.

Throughout it all, Hilda had begged her mistress for a new outfit, but Milly had refused, saying Hilda could only get more clothes when she lost the weight needed to fit into something smaller. This was often said at supper time, just after Milly had finished giving her maid a second slice of cake or half a dozen cookies for dessert.

As a result of losing this war, the soft, plush, and often embarrassed Hilda now only had two pieces of clothing she could wear, if they could even be called that. The first was her maid headdress, which helped to keep her lovely long hair out of her eyes while she worked. The other was a tiny white apron so small, it could barely cover Hilda's horny, hairy pussy pie.

Hilda sighed as she got 'dressed' and looked in the mirror, blushing in shame and arousal at her weak, soft, and incredibly curvy feminine form.