“I hope you’re winning, master!” Poppy winced, her eyes tightly shut as she felt her master’s hands occasionally press against her huge, soft breasts while he moved his mouse. Having her chest exposed in this French maid outfit was humiliating, but being treated like a human mouse mat was even worse. She could hear the faint sound of magic spells being cast in his game as she tried to ignore her situation, grateful that she was at least getting a break from getting fucked from behind or giving him a sloppy blowjob. Even so, she knew it was just a matter of time until she would be commanded under the desk again, forced to give his impossibly long, thick cock a titjob with her full, milky boobs. “I’m sure you’re doing great!”

Poppy, formerly Phil, was a college student who was addicted to playing Conflict of Champions (a massively popular arena-based multiplayer battle game), and he was good at it too. He was so good that he was considering dropping out of school and going pro as he entered Diamond rank with his squad, until one day while practicing solo queue in the early morning he received a message from the enemy player in his lane, some guy called TwistyWizard1. [Wanna wager?] they said as they approached each other, both frantically clicking to try and kill each other’s virtual avatar. Finally slaying the stranger in a tough fight, Phil continued his push as they sent another message. [If you can beat me, I’ll delete my account. If you win, you have to be my personal maid!] Phil, feeling confident and not taking their proposal seriously, replied [sure dude! bring it on]. They both put up a good fight but unfortunately Phil just couldn’t cut it, and as his lane fell the match ended in a loss. Before he could even type [gg] into the chat TwistyWizard1 was already explaining his end of the deal. [bad luck Phil! Looks like you’ll be mine from now on]. Phil was confused - he hadn’t told anybody his real name, and it wasn’t anywhere in his tag - but he figured it was just some weird troll and decided to head to bed.

The next day, Phil awoke in a huge bed next to somebody snoring in a large, opulent room. Rubbing his eyes, assuming that he must have been seeing things, he was shocked awake when he noticed a lock of blue hair in front of his eyes. Sitting up and looking down, he saw that he was wearing some sort of revealing, skimpy-looking black-and-white French maid outfit with a generous pair of tits on his chest. After reaching up and giving them an incredulous squeeze, he was checking between his soft thighs for his missing member when suddenly the other person in the bed seemed to notice that he had stirred awake. “Good morning, Phil. Or should I call you Poppy now?” Noticing the nervous look on the girl’s face, he continued. “Yeah, it’s me, TwistyWizard1. The name’s not just for show - I used our magical wager to turn you into my own personal sexy maid! And I can command you to do whatever I want...”

Poppy wanted to squeal and call him an asshole, but she literally couldn’t get those mean words out of her mouth. “Oh master! I’m so confused! Can you really make me do anything for you?” It was like there was a mental block forcing her outer self to filter her speech into whatever made her sound like the perfect airheaded, submissive servant.

“Of course I can. I can make you clean the house, make me dinner, even this... will you please suck my dick, Poppy." There was barely any hesitation - it felt as natural as breathing as she tucked her hair behind her ear and crawled under the covers, fishing his dick from his shorts and marvelling at it’s size. I’m not going to give you a blowjob, you pervert! she tried to say, but all that came out of her mouth was a gasp of surprise. ”Wow master, it’s so big!” she whispered, holding it between her delicate fingers. It was indeed gigantic, and probably magically enhanced too - it was far bigger than her old rod and must have been at least a foot long. It was impossible to resist the temptation to open her mouth and accept it down her throat, but by the way her body ached for it, she couldn’t have stopped herself anyway. She swallowed the shaft whole, almost gagging as her jaw spread to the limit.

Feeling her new breasts wobble and jiggle on her braless chest she began to bob up and down his length, choking and slobbering as she struggled to fit even half of her master’s giant cock inside of her maw. “Harder! More!” her master commanded and a second later Poppy had taken another couple inches, eyes watering and barely able to breath as she felt impaled on his giant, juicy dick. Her lips formed an impossibly tight seal as she continued taking more and more inside of her, hating the thought of being forced to swallow his seed but hoping that it would finish before she passed out from a lack of oxygen. After several long, agonizingly sexual minutes she felt her master’s body tense up as he groaned and finished inside of her, rope after rope of long, sticky semen filling her stomach to the point of feeling bloated. Finally pulling his penis out from his maid’s mouth, the master grinned as he watched his little slut gasp for air, her saliva soaking her face, chest and uniform like a good little lewd sex kitten. “Good job, Poppy. Master is very pleased. Now go downstairs and make me breakfast, please. Bacon and eggs cooked sunny-side up!” Like an automaton Poppy rose to her feel and began to trudge downstairs, resigning herself to her fate as a sexy, busty slave for her new master. And worst of all, the longing in her pussy for dick meant that it had turned her on too. I hope he fucks me next...