I always see maid captions where they end up in a relationship with the head of the estate but I want me some 2 poor immigrants falling in love with one another 😠 So I made one myself 🥰

Art By: cham22

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Joséphine walked down the halls of the chateau she was employed at with cheeks a blush with deep embarrassment. The flat heels of her shoes clacked against the floor and her burdensome breasts, each many times larger than her head, bounced within her uniform with each step she took, threatening to burst through the seams. All the while her fellow housemaids cast judgement on her with glances and stares not unlike one a priest would give to those who should penance.

“Look at her!” “She's so shameless.” “Probably going to warm the master's bed.” “La putain!” All things she had heard before over these last couple of months but she knew better than to correct them. It was hard to hide the fact that over the course of two months her breasts had swollen from the size of her fists to now probably filling up a metal mop bucket each with a bit of effort. Every week she had to ask the head housemaid for a new uniform and on top of that she kept having to excuse herself more and more due to another issue she was having, which of course looked suspicious to her sister maids.

Once out of the scornful watch of the other maids she hastened her elegant gait to a careful trot, maneuvering down the mostly empty halls until she reached the door which led to the kitchen. She halted at the double doors, steeled her nerves with a deep breath, and pushed the doors open. “Can I steal you for a bit Ivan? I need some help… carrying something.” She paused for a moment before continuing. “It’s rather urgent!”

She stared into the kitchen which contained half a dozen men of various cultures and ages all frozen in the middle of their tasks with their eyes glued onto Joséphine. It didn't take long for them to turn their attention to the youngest of the men amongst them to begin their relentless teasing of him.

“Aye Ivan, your girlie needs ya again!” One of the larger, burlier men who had been standing next to the young lad roughly patted him on the back of his shoulder, causing him to lose his balance and stumble a few steps forward. “Go give yer lady a hand.”

“Alright, alright!” Ivan meekly protested as the rest of the kitchen staff sent friendly jeers his way, even as he left with Joséphine the mens rowdy calls could still be heard through the shut doors, muffled as they were. “Do you have to do it in front of them?” Ivan asked Joséphine as the two of them walked down the hallway.

“Yes, I kinda do. It isn't my fault it happens while you're busy!” They slipped into Ivan’s sleeping quarter, as it was closer to the kitchen than Joséphine’s. “Now…” Her face burned both in embarrassment and excitement as a seductive smirk crossed her face. She began unbuttoning the top of her uniform, one by one, until the entirety of her cleavage was exposed to the man not only a few years older than her who now also sported a cute blush. She reached into her top, grabbing each breast out and slapping them down onto the table between them, her engorged nipples spurting milk onto the table as she did. “- Help me relieve these things.”

“Oh lord!” Ivan exclaimed as he timidly and gingerly slipped his hands underneath Joséphine’s breasts. “They just keep getting bigger, don't they?”

Josephine silently nodded as she hid her face between strands of her hair which she had begun twirling around her fingers. Her heart was racing as the warmth of Ivan's hands radiated against the underside of her bosom. “Do you like them?” She knew the answer to the question, seeing as Ivam had his eyes glued to her chest and was practically drooling as much as she was lactating but she still wanted to hear him say it.

“I do.” He gave a half-assed nod, not bothering to look up into Joséphine’s eyes as he answered. “Again, I’m sorry my babushka did this to you. I was not made aware until after the fact.”

“Don't,” Joséphine cooed as Ivan began trying to apologize again for what his grandmother had decided to do. “I’m just glad you like them and… that I have such a sweet man to help… relieve them.” She smiled softly at Ivan, cupping his cheek in the palm of her hand. “Plus, those… what were they called again?”

“Pirozhki?”

“Yes! Her pirozhki were delicious! I’ll have to ask her what special ingredient she puts in them when you finally show me to your family.”

Ivan chuckled. “She would love to hear that you liked them so much. She’ll most definitely want you to try more of her cooking.”

“And I would love that, but for now-” she let go of Ivan's cheek and squished her chest between her elbows. “- milk me like a farm cow and I’ll give you a treat of my own.~”