The juice maid of Blissenthorn Manor (Patreon)

It was the year of 1882 , and there was a young ewe by the name of  Florince Evergraize. She had been one of the most beautiful girls within the village which meant she was afforded one of the best opportunities available.  working at the exclusive and elusive Blissenthorn manor, she had received a sealed envelop and a package wrapped within thick brown paper delivered to her home one day. It seemed random, unexplained until she looked at the seal. The 6 horned dragon , the seal of Blissenthorn. Opening the letter explained it further and replaced the confusion with  wide eyed enthusiasm, “dearest madam,  my name is Samuel Blissenthorn and I am writing to you this fine summers day to offer you a coveted position within my manor as a juice maid. Your work would be mighty simple   , simply giving me freshly produced fruit juice as of my request. Now I assume you want the job, the pay is more than generous. If you do, you'll find the uniform within the accompanying parcel . Do make your way down to my estate as soon as you can , your services are utmost desired.”

Florince unwrapped the brown parcel and revealed a maids uniform . Black with pretty white frills which accented the sleeves, collar and the rip and belt of the skirt excellent. One thing that did surprise her was the lack of a corset of any kind. “well... this is quite the kindness. Best not dawdle , id hate to be late for Miss Blissenthorn.” she noted to herself before taking the dress to change into it. As she undressed , she enjoyed her own body a little.  one reason she was seen as so stunning was a rare trait she had, her wool was a grassy green. One of only a few sheep ever to have such a hue , having only seen it within her mother. Her skin under was a white, which paired with her amber often got her the nickname of Daisy  from her cohorts.  she began to put on the uniform , she expected it to be tighter given her body was covered thick wool, not to mention her own sizable proportions . Yet the fabric, despite looking no different to the common cotton, seemed to stretch effortlessly over her body. Florince shrugged , having assumed that it was a new fabric that Blissenthorn’s wealth gave her access too. It was comfortable on her , and it looked good. Now ready, Florince walked through the village towards a local Hackney cab that was usually around to help people to travel the long way up to Blissenthorn manor.

On arrival ,  she neatened up her uniform to make sure she was as presentable as possible  before walking down to the front door. Even with the letter that was given to her, she was nervous she could loose such a role. When she knocked on the door she was greeted by a tall , slim hare dressed within a finely tailored suit. “ah, Misses Evergraize. Pleased to see you so early. Come , we best get you to Mr Blissenthorn  so she can look you over before this evenings banquet.” he greeted her warmly. Florince gave a small polite curtsy to him to which he gave a bow “Mr Flaine , pleased to be...working with you in future.”  to which Florince agreed . The pair moved into the massive ,illustrious home, going though hallways containing portraiture of the homeowner , all seemingly exaggerated. The portraits showed a huge, muscular dragon with scales that would put emeralds to shame. Even though whatever clothes he was painted within , his strong body bled though.  it brought a flustered redness to Florince's cheeks. She doubted any man, let alone the aristocratic owner of a confectionery business , could be so well built that no  oxen of the field couldn’t beat him in a test of strength. Yet , walking into the dinning room , she found it was the truth.

“ahh, the juice maid has arrived at last , I thought I told you to make your way here as quickly as possible. I shall have to dock the pay for the twenty minutes I've been expecting you.” he told her before coming over.  he had to be at least 8 feet tall, imposing so high that when Florince looked straight forward, she was facing his ab muscles which stretched out the fabric of an illustrious  white suit accented with deep red . That along with his golden claws and horns made him almost regal . The sight was enough to make the ewe forget about the fact he was timing her to such a degree.. Her white cheeks reddened . They grew five shades darker when the dragon took hold of her jaw , as  if to inspect her features. “such an unusual coat, tell me dear are you a legacy?”

“a.. Legacy?” Florince mumbled confused and flustered. The dragon rubbed his chin with his spare hand before responding. “ did your mother ever work for me? Judging by the colour, with my apple juices?” he asked her. The question was strange and took the ewe off guard.  “well, she always used to say she worked within the orchards but … never specified where. How could you tell?” she asked softly. He didn’t respond and only let go of her to go and walk around his table.  given a little space she could take in more of the room. Everything was shaped to his size , it almost made her feel like a kid everything was so much bigger. The oddest detail was a large door, which was round and tall.  However , she barely had time to look before a small glass of golden liquid that held the smell of apples was handed to  her by Mr Blissenthorn.  “here , a drink on the house. To your new role within my home.” he raised a glass of wine in his own hand. He took  a large sip , prompting Florince to take a drink herself. The flavour was incredibly strong , the abrasive taste of strong apple cider.  Florince gagged  , almost coughing it out. It sat in her stomach weirdly , making the feeling of butterfly's worse.

“I... I feel odd. Might I be excused to the lavatory so I can clean up for you sir?” she asked politely , her hand coming down to hold her belly  to try soothe her pains. However the answer she received caused a strike of fear down her spine. “oh no no dear,  I wouldn't want to miss my favourite part.” Mr Blissenthorn told her. Before the sheep could even think of the question she wished to ask, her own gut did. A burbling , bubbling sound from deep within her gut.  It made her even more nervous, she looked down. While her belly looked normal, the skin of her snout caught her eyes. As she focused on it, she saw that it was turning...green's...sir...what’s happening to my face?”

“Hush now , there is no reason to panic. You can’t do anything to stop it, so you may as well enjoy it. Or don’t...I do love it when they panic.” Blissenthorn noted with malicious joy. Florince watched in horror as the colour seeped across more  of her skin. It matched the tone of her wool perfectly, yet she was far more focused on the fact that her hooves had changed colour. even the white accents of the dress became  a light green. Florince couldn’t move her body , she was far too confused. Her confusion only grew as the bubbling sound returned , getting louder than it had been  before. The sheep was about to beg for help, but only a deep groan  escaped her lips. It was caused by a  odd feeling within her belly. A tightness she felt within  the depth of her guts . It was getting worse and worse with every second, her  hand came down to  stroke it. A toothy smile spread across Blissenthorns face,  Florince was confused until she flet her gut pushing  her hands outwards. Looking down revealed why quicky. She was growing.

The young ewe’s hands sunk down by her sides  in surprise , she stared at it in disbelief. Never in her life had she been this large, not enough money to be fat , but she was only growing bigger with every second.  “Mr...Blissenthorn, wh...what's happening to my ...body?” she asked in confusion. Her thighs growing into the stockings of her uniform.  “isn't it obvious my dear? Your body is filling with gallons upon gallons of soft apple cider for my drinking pleasure.  its going to keep filling you until your body just cant take any more and , with some luck, it shall stop. Then Mr Flaine here shall roll you down to my juice cellar with all my other flavours. Your body shall be keeping my juice nice and fresh  for months.” he told her, it felt almost like a taunt to Florince. Her hand came down , stroking her belly to try soothe the growing discomfort.  while everything sounded insulting, demeaning and horrifying, one word caught her off guard. “wh..what do you mean … roll?”  she asked, yet this time no answer came.

All that followed was juice. Litres of cider gushed into Florince's rear ,causing her to be knocked off her footing. She almost fell backwards , having to steady herself quick. While panic was filling her , there was a slight...pleasure to the swelling. It was pushing in all the right places, it brought a blush to her cheek, a redness much like a red delicious.  it was flooding all of her lower areas  and almost tickling her sensitive spots. It got even worse as cider flooded  her chest, causing her ample features to grow outwards filling the uniform. The stretchy material keeping her modestly covered yet still felt tight on her growing body.   it didn’t help none that her undergarments where ridding into her. “looks like she is quite the leaker sir, shall I go prepare a stall equipped with a drain or shall I get the blockers ?”  Mr Flaine asked , a small smirk on his own face enjoying it herself.  Florince was confused once more , until she felt a wetness  at her breasts and between her legs. It made her whimper.  “ yes... best get the drain ready. This juicy little fruit  is one of the most leaky I’ve ever seen. Shes definitely enjoying it, “ Blissenthorn laughed. Florince was nervous yet the pleasure was getting more and more intense with every inch her waistline grew, and she was gaining by the second. Her legs where looking conical and her arms where looking pudgy and swollen.

The butler disappeared behind the rounded door, which was making more and more sense to the swelling sheep. Everything was making more sense. The door, the stretchiness of the uniform and the colour of her   and her mothers fur. Yet , as her brain put more together , it was getting harder to think. Her brain was becoming as cloudy as the juice that filled her. A cocktail of panic and pleasure stopping any thought from forming in her head beyond the most simple of sensations. “ feels...so good...uh,,hnng.....” Florince groaned out ,drawing a small sigh from the sadistic dragon. “I must find a way to stop this from being so pleasurable for my barrels . It makes it seem like  my manor is a brothel. Yet... these lustful maids often have the best taste to them... I'm sure with time I shall get the best of both worlds.”   Blissenthorn thought to himself, exposing just how typical this all was for him. It only added to Florince's confusion and disorientation . The feeling only got worse as her already pleasure stricken privates hit the ground. The firm wood pushed against her, causing her to moan out loudly.   she flapped her clenched hands , doing all she could do to try and ease her building sensation of climax. It felt like she was trapped at the precipice of the most intense orgasm of her life, and it only got stronger as she swelled bigger. Her arms where swallowed up  into her juicy round centre.  she was nothing more than a sphere of cider now.

As she finished growing out , she was lifted a few inches into the air. She flapped her hands , feeling so incredibly helpless and desperate for release. That’s when Blissenthorn reached to her chest. She could feel the cool brass rim  against her breast, just below her nipple. A gentle squeeze sent a ripple of pleasure through the girl. Juice leaked from her faster , filling the glass. the man of the manor brought it to his lips , taking a small sip before letting out a sigh of joy. “ah yes....the sweet taste of apple cider....with the slight hint of desperation . Its an excellent batch Mr Flaine , best roll it down to the juice cellar, I don’t wish for my floors  to be stained.” he instructed , before disappearing from Florince's limited view. Half of all she could see was her own bulging body. She looked at her uselessly swollen body and could only smile at the pleasure of it all. As Flaine put his hands on her side, it revealed to her that her whole body was as sensitive as her chest. He began to roll her, causing the cider to shake around in her. Even as the doorway to the juice cellar swallowed her up, Florince could only smile.

She looked forward to her first party.