Mind your manours 2: The new maid By Blissfits Commission for ~TommyTheGunM99 Check out his stories they are good The newest maid of Countess Hildegarde ---------------------------------------------------------------- It was a week after the harvest festival at countess Hildegarde’s castle when Thelka finally started her first day as a maid proper. She had technically been employed for the last week, however less so as a maid and more so as a keg of Blauerberg blueberry juice. Before that she had been one of the more pompous nobles , who had complained vigorously about having to share a party with the working people. Now she was one, and had been served a ten foot slice of humble pie after being blown up into a blueberry in front of everyone. A core of bitter resentment remained directed at the countess. Thelka was humiliated and she had once had so much pride. However, she kept that to herself. She hadn’t much choice in employment. Not only was she stained from her once regal light gold to a deep purplish blue, but also she would forever slowly fill with juice. Not so much that she would become a full berry from a day without juicing. It was enough however that she didn’t dare risk loosing access to the only people who knew how to juice her properly. That in general meant swallowing what was left of her pride and being good. However she had one small issue. She had never cleaned , served or done any activity a maid would do. That’s why she had maids and servants of her own, all of now worked for the replacement noble in her district. An elk who had once balanced her books by the name of Seiger Satt. She did not yet know but he was the very man coming that evening. It would be terrible first day for Thelka. Yet it was just beginning. To her horror, she was awake before the sun. A fellow maid, a fox that Thelka found oddly familiar called Art Nett was the one to do so rather gently. “come along Thelka, we must get ourselves ready for the day ahead.” “H..huh? But...it’s still dark out.” Thelka mumbled, brushing that thought from her mind having excused it as tiredness. Art laughed softly at such a sentiment, although to the bird it wasn’t too ridiculous. She had never been up at such an hour unless awakened by something like illness. “well, you must get cleaned and dressed before we prepare the castles breakfast. All the staff eat as one with the countess.” Thelka was surprised by this. She never would have eaten with those she saw as below her. But... Perhaps this was her opportunity to bargain with her. Begrudgingly, she got on with her morning. The wash reminded her of her weird body, as all the water was stained blue as it ran off her. That along seeing her own azure form bare was harrowing to her. She had been changed into some monster.. Thelka had to once more swallow her resentment as she moved back to her room. At the very least she did have her own space even if it wasn’t overly large. It did have a sizable door though. She knew it was in case she started to blow up in her sleep. She started to put on her uniform , a sky blue undershirt with a dark black purple dress while also having to tie her long luxurious hair back. It blended far too well into Thelka’s new colours. It frustrated her to no end. Yet she had to wear it. This wouldn’t be the hill she’s fought on. At least now she could eat some breakfast. Or , at least so she thought. As Art led her down towards the dinning room, they took a sudden turn to the kitchen much to Thelka’s horror. “why are we going to the kitchen? I thought you said it was breakfast?’ she asked in an accusatory tone feeling lied to. Art merely smirked. “well someone must make the breakfast first of course. Miss Hildegarde wanted you to help out so we can try find where you’d be most useful. Don’t worry. I’ve also been instructed to give you some guidance as the countess expects you to be new.” “That’s....so unfair! I can’t be expected to work before I eat. That’s just...cruel!” Thelka complained. “Not a worry! It doesn’t take long to cook breakfast. We have a team on eggs, a team on the pan fried potato and we are on the cured meats. Today I believe we are having ... Blauerwurst. The livestock that go into them eat large amounts of our Blauerberg blueberries making the sausage sweet and delicious.” Art told her happily. Thelka seemed entirely unamused but had no choice but to get on with it all. She was starting to resent every little bit of Blauerberg. It’s berries. It’s people and especially its countess. They began to cook, and Art took it by storm. Every Pan moving without effort , her meats getting a perfect sear before being set to the side to keep warm in a gently heated oven. She made it look effortless. Which...made Thelka more frustrated as the first sausage she cooked took just as long as a dozen from art and was charred to hell and back. “uh...you don’t need to cook it that much. We get this stuff cooked in advanced. All you need to do is warm it up and add some colour for flavour.” Art pointed out. Yet Thelka’s pride stopped her from taking the simple advise. “I know that! This...is just how I like my food. Ill eat this one,” That was when she burned another “and...this one too.” By the time all others where done cooking, there had to be thirty sausages all burnt black. However n, Thelka held one sausage aloft which was actually cooked well. Unfortunately, the head cook of the kitchen came and took it from her. “congratulations. Hope you are ready for breakfast , you have a lot of sausages to eat. “ she said , gesturing to the pile of burnt ones. All of which Thelka had excused she would eat as it was how she liked it. As she walked to the dining room she was handed a plate with all of them on it. Which she took begrudgingly, she didn’t want to dawdle however. She needed to get her seat next to Hilda The rest of the staff began piling into the dining room, but Thelka determined took her seat. Hilda soon came in with a small smile and sat down. She seemed strained and exhausted . Everyone m was served a delicious plate of food. All waited eagerly for the last few in the kitchen such as Art who was finishing up the urgent cleaning.. All but Thelka , who began crunching on her burnt sausages. No one corrected her however, watching as if a show was soon to begin. Before Thelka could vocalize her confusion , a tap came to her shoulder. Nervously, she turned to see Hilda with a cross look on her face. “its custom in this castle to wait for all to be seated before beginning to eat. Whether it be me or one or one of the staff. This...comes with punishment. For you? One hour without juicing. Unfortunately the only thing I think you’ll actually respond too.” Thelka was about to argue, but the pudgy finger of the countess came forth hushed her lips. “talk back and I will extend this punishment a further hour.” This didn’t scare the bird however. “oh whatever. I can manage two hours without being juiced. I haven’t even started to regrow, maybe your hocus pocus wasn’t as permanent as you thought.” Thelka argued back. Immediately the room fell silent and gazed at Thelka as if she was mad. Suddenly, Hilda out her hand forcefully on the lower beak of the once noble fool. “Three hours. Art, you no longer have to tend to this one. She won’t learn any way but the hard way and I don’t want you holding her hand through it. It’s a waste of your very precious time.” She called out. “Of course ma’am.” “now...your going to be with me all day. And you are going to do what I say when I say. You’ll do so without argument. You fail your task, ignore it or dare speak like that to me in my castle again and I will add another hour each time. Oh...and the reason you haven’t swelled up at all yet is because you haven’t eaten yet.” Hildegarde clarified to crystal. Thelka gulped nervously ,looking down to see the few bites of sausage had already set her belly off, slowly growing against the tight corset. It was slow. Barely a trickle. But, she couldn’t ignore the feeling of juice appearing in her , slowly but surely making her stomach bigger. Immediately Thelka’s tune changed. “I’m sorry Countess , I ..I forgot my place. Please do not hold me to my silly words.” She begged desperately. Hilda , not being senselessly cruel rubbed her chin for a moment before announcing. “fine... I shall take an hour off...if you eat all of your breakfast. Shouldn’t be a problem right? It’s how you like it cooked after all.” Knowing now wasn’t the time to come forward about her mistakes, Thelka began eating the massive amount of sausages on her plate. Each bite made her stomach feel more and more upset as her body prepared to turn it all into juice over the day. Yet the food alone was enough to give Thelka a more pronounced and rounded stomach. Stuffed to the brim. All the while all others simply enjoyed a filling and pleasant breakfast. The staff began to file out leaving only Hilda and Thelka, who’s stomach was around the size of a full blown pregnancy. She rubbed her belly, groaning at its fullness. However instead of the hour long rest she would usually have after such a substantial meal, Hilda pointed her to the large pile of dirty dishes. “first job, clean the dishes. Every spec if dirt I find will be another minute. Break something and it will be another hour. Do a really good job with no back talk and I will half whatever time you have. Understood?” She asked. Thelka thought on this. At face, It didn’t seem overly bad. In fact it was a good deal. She had occasionally saw her servants clean dishes at it didn’t seem so bad. Some soap. Some water. A bit of rubbing. All things that didn’t seem impossible to her. Thelka went back and looked at the mess unsure. As she began her attempt, Hildegarde sat on her chair thinking. Had she been too harsh? Thelka was a brat sure but being laden with juice was no easy thing. The weight. The sloshing at every movement. As mush as she could roll with her bodies awkward traits, Hilda knew what a burden they are. Maybe she had been too harsh? Going to the kitchen to apologize to Thelka revealed a scene to the countess . Dirty plates one side , barely cleaner plates the other. It looked like water had been draped over the ceramic with half hearted , half assed efforts. Thelka didn’t seem to notice. That was until Hilda’s hand comes past her testing the water.. “this...is cold.” “Well yeah hot water would burn my hands.” Thelka replied as if the most common sense thing. “Hot water is needed to clean, start again and make sure that water is hot. And make sure to scrub hard or I will have to wash them myself and If I do it there will be consequences.” Hilda told her. Even the countess had washed the dishes on a few occasions. If only to lighten the load on her staff on busy days. Thelka however had never done a thing for anyone, not that required effort at least. She did once again try her best to clean this time under the ire of Hilda. All the while, her stomach was still slowly growing. As she lifted a plate to clean, there was a small surge of juice in her body. It was enough of a sudden sensation her grip loosened, causing her to drop the plate. The ceramic shattered into hundreds of pieces. Immediately Thelka turned and argued. “th..that wasn’t my fault! My belly ...it had a spasm or something! I lost my grip .” before she could say more , Hilda places her hands on Thelka’s shoulders. Warmly this time however. “Oh dear. It’s not a worry. Please. I forget that it isn’t easy when you are getting used to this. I shall clean these dishes. Go find Art and explain that you’ll be joining her in preparing for this evening’s dinner with Nobleman Satt.” Thelka had a moment of relief before hearing the name. She felt her whole body grow sluggish with dread (and juice which started to slowly seep across her whole body, which slowly made her look chubbier). “for...my replacement, Seiger Satt?” she asked with the slim glimmer of hope that it maybe a relative she did not know about. Unfortunately for her, Hilda nodded. “Unfortunately my dear you must learn to work even if it’s for someone you dislike. many of my staff dislike the guests, some being former employers that treated them badly, yet unfortunately I must talk with many to try evaluate them.” Hildegarde pointed out. Thelka went into a rage..” HIM!? You couldn’t have waited another day or two for me to get my baring’s before you invite the man replacing me? I am stuck here and you taunt me with me with what I used to be? Is this some kind of sick torture for you? Or do you enjoy making other people as fucked up as you?!” she shouted . Forgetting her place entirely. Hilda was taken back by such a string of accusations and insults. With a sigh , Hildegarde turned and went to leave. “ I thought I was... getting through to you.” “getting through to me? You DID THIS TO ME? Why .because I was rude? I’m sorry you are so fragile! You cursed me like this forever ... Because I insulted you? You evil cruel beast!” Thelka argued absolutely furious. Hilda turned on her heels and furiously stomped over. “you know nothing. I am a VAMPIRE! I fight the urge to feed on all I meet , I hate to turn people into this. At the party I was struggling to hold it back. I usually have criminals with life sentences sent to me to bite but there was none in the last few weeks. I was worried ....I’d become full savage and begin biting everyone. I chose the one person who was being rude. And I’ve been focusing my vampiric magic on stopping you from swelling up. I’ve been short ...but it’s hard to stop this.” Thelka’s eyes widened. “you...you’ve been slowing my growth?” she asked , her heart softening a little. However she felt her clothes begin to tighten quite fast. Hildegarde sighed. “Not anymore. I can’t...I can’t spare the energy on someone who couldn’t give a fuck about anyone else. Of course I have to meet Satt. He’s a new nobleman. I wanted to wait for when YOU where no longer a blimp but you can only think of yourself. I wasn’t going to drapes you out in front of him. I was going to say after you helped set up that you can go and rest. But NO. You could only think I live to spite you. You want to see spite? YOU WANT TO SEE ANGER? IS THAT IT?” As Hilda yelled , Thelka could feel the bubbling in her stomach speed up ten times over. Her body groaned as juice began to rapidly pump into her every inch. Faster than at the party even. Her dress began to fall apart. The bird began to please “p..please I didn’t realize I...” before she could finish, a balled up dish cloth was shoved in her mouth.. “I wont hear it. I don’t care. You want to know what it looks like when I am actually cruel?” With one swipe, the bunny countess unravelled the lace of Thelka’s corset. A design intentional for quick removal in case of such an instance. However to Thelka it didn’t matter much. She was now bare and swelling rapidly. She tried to reach up and take the rag from her mouth yet already her arms got stiff with juice. Hilda sighed. “just don’t bother. I’ll have you rolled to your room and I’m just going to leave you there until tomorrow. I’m not dealing with you any more today I just can’t.” She grumbled before ringing a bell. Thelka just about managed to spit out the rag, which was now soaked blue with juice. “I’m sorry....” was all she said. “too little...too late.” Hildegarde mumbled before leaving. Thelka grabbed her stomach trying to lift it despite its horrific weight. Her legs shook as they bulged , barely able to hold the massive amount of weight forming in her stomach. She groaned before thudding to the kitchen floor, landing on her belly. It was so cold against her tight skin, she could only whine to herself. Feeling the full force of her filling was horrific. It was so fast. Plumping her whole body up . Every part of her swelling rapidly without a person to help her. Not yet. Her body creaked and groaned in protest. Even if the feeling was a pleasurable one, her skin was still sensitive from filling the first time. Blowing up now was even more overwhelming. Not least for the pings of guilt surrounding the countess. Thelka regretted giving no thought to Hildegarde and her actions. Maybe she deserved to be stuck like this? Thelka was surprised at her own feelings. Guilt was foreign to her. Thelka had spent her whole life living in luxury, doing as she pleased to who she pleased without a second of hesitation. Any that questioned her didn’t matter. Never before had she considered how people feel. Not least till she had a taste of it herself. Now she knew. Now as she blew up, spreading her sickly blue form over the kitchen , feeling the handles and knobs of the cupboards digging into her sensitive body, she finally realized the weight of her actions. How painfully one persons can be. The thought lingered in her mind even as her stomach creaked, groaned and gurgled. Even the sensation of practically falling a room wasn’t enough to distract her from guilt. How many people has she made feel miserable? How many lives has she inflicted pain on without a second thought? Could she blame Hilda for finally giving he consequences? However horrid becoming a berry was, it was less than she deserved. A flash of memory came back to her. The worst thing she ever done. It was years ago. A young maid had spilled a drop of wine onto Thelka’s white silken dress. In a moment of rage, the birds clawed hands swiped across the young foxes face, leaving a cut deep from cheek to jaw. The fox was fired and was sent crying and bleeding. Yet at the time... Thelka cared only for the stain. Now...she realized she ruined the girls life. Once a pretty face now surely scared. That face stood in front of her now. Older and with a faded scare. Art. Yet, instead of a possible sadistic pleasure at the pain of her old boss , the fox wore a look of concern. “oh god...Thelka , are you alright? Goodness....you are overgrown ! I need to get countess Hildegarde right away!” Before the fox could run, the pudgy blue hand of Thelka grabbed her wrist. “I....I’m so...sorry.” she mumbled softly before letting go. Art smiled softly before darting into the distance. It wasn’t much longer before Art returned with Hilda in toe. Immediately the countess scowled in fury. “I rang the rolling bell....you should have been tended too....I’m sorry Thelka. I wanted to punish you but this...was not what I had in mind. I should have stayed but my anger can get the best of me which you....are all too aware of. Art...please gather the rolling staff on shift while I tend to miss Thelka. And be quick about it. I’m guessing someone held resentment for her and decided to shirk their responsibilities.” Hildegarde grumbled. Art nodded , darting away. The countess placed her hand on the swollen stomach of Thelka, who was filling the kitchen wall to wall. Slowly , the bird shrank. Hilda’s strong magic pushed to the juice out of wherever it would leak. It wasn’t an overly pleasant feeling for either of them , but Thelka was finally thankful for Hilda. Overjoyed as her belly shrank back towards herself. Even as Hilda stopped , leaving Thelka still so inflated she couldn’t move, she still mumbled out. “t...thank you countess....”. Hildegarde smiled softly at that. She soothingly rubbed Thelka’s massive stomach to ease the creaking feeling within her. “I’ll have Art roll you to the cellar where you will be fully juiced. Id do more for you now but...it’s so exhausting. Go...enjoy the rest. I’ll make sure this doesn’t go without punishment. “ Hilda assured. She turned to the door , storming out to the lined up rolling staff outside. Art re-entered the room and smiled to Thelka. “Looking like a much more manageable size huh? Let’s get you juiced.” She said warmly. The berry bird softly nodded her head , feeling the exhaustion of expansion setting in. Slowly she was rolled through the door, whimpering as all the juices within her body sloshed around. Blowing up after only getting fully juiced really had made her body even more sensitive. And this time, she gave into the pleasure much more. No longer harbouring hate or resentment. Now ...just enjoying it. She didn’t even notice as Hildegarde furiously reprimanded the rollers who ignored her instruction. It wasn’t long before the tap was reattached to her body and slowly it pulled the juice from her. Art was about to leave until Thelka mumbled. “pl..ease, don’t leave. I...need to talk to you.” Art seemed hesitant at first before smiling. She pulled up a chair and sat down in front of Thelka , just barely in her view as all below was blocked by the big blue horizon of the birds stomach. As Thelka’s body shrunk it got easier for her to speak. “I wanted to apologize Art...for what I had done to you. I have been....a horrible person. I don’t deserve forgiveness but...I’ll work to earn it. From you. From Countess Hilda. From everyone. “ Art smiled. “I’m glad to hear. I’ve...done my best to look past who you were to give you a better start here. But now...I’m confident you’ll become a you that you can be proud of. And I’ll be glad to help you along the way.” She mumbled. Thelka smiled, her body seeming to relax.