A little further back than expected... But first, a Cold Open!

"Clarisse? Clarisse, are you up here? Blasted girl," Andrea hissed as she made her way up the back stairs. The servants' passages and quarters of Wakeford Manor had evidently been designed for an era when wood was at a premium, if the narrowness and steepness of the steps were any indication. It was bad enough for a slim young woman like herself or Clarisse to navigate, heaven only knew how the other maids managed, never mind the housekeeper! "Surprising she can even stand, looking like that..."

Honestly, she'd never even known women could look so... so like that before she'd taken the job. She supposed that it must be possible, for a woman to have such large breasts and buttocks, but to actually meet one, never mind a dozen of them was just impossible! "Or improbable, as the case may be," she muttered to herself ruefully. It might have driven her quite mad, if not for Clarisse's presence reminding her what a normal woman's proportions were supposed to be. Apparently, the lady of the house was even more... like that than her staff were, but Andrea had yet to actually meet the woman.

She turned the corner at the top of the stairs and nearly fell back down as she jerked backwards in shock. At the end of the corridor, looking out onto the grounds, was a woman. She was stark naked, and it took a moment for Andrea to realise that she was facing away from her. It must be one of the other maids, she reasoned, steadying herself and stepping properly off the stairs, but why is she wandering around undressed? "Excuse me," she called softly, still trying to work out what, exactly, was going on, "are... are you alright?" The floorboards didn't even creak as she slowly approached, which was a little odd, but hardly the oddest thing about the situation.

There was a soft, wet sound coming from the woman, and Andrea nearly recoiled as she realised what it was. Is... Is she rubbing herself? Now more than a little worried of what the others would think, Andrea walked a little faster; getting closer, it was clear that the woman had one hand between her legs and the other doing something to one of her breasts. Her skin was shining in the low light of dusk through the window and the flickering candle in Andrea's hand, like it was wet with water or oil. Andrea's hand closed on the woman's shoulder and she had just enough time to recognise the small patch of discoloured skin on her left shoulder blade before she'd spun the unresisting figure around to face her.

"C- Clarisse?" The candle holder fell from Andrea's nerveless fingers as she looked at Clarisse's vacant, blissful face.

"tits and holes"

"Wha- Mmmph?!" Something dropped from above and enveloped Andrea's head with a wet splat, replacing the surprise at Clarisse's obscene response with blind panic. She clawed at the thing smothering her, fingernails finding no purchase on the hard, smooth exterior as Clarisse's words echoed like her ears were clogged with water.

"tits and holes just tits and holes"

Suddenly, there was an intense pressure all around her, and cunningly-disguised weak seams on the uniform she'd been provided split open as Andrea was sucked clean out of her clothes and up into the depths of the thing. There was a ghastly slurping noise, then a ghastly silence - and no evidence that Andrea had ever been there besides a ruined uniform on the ground and a snuffed-out candle. Clarisse, unaware that anything had even happened, continued to rub mindlessly at her dripping pussy with one hand and massage her enormous bust with the other, following orders that only she could hear.

"yes miss just tits and holes"