This choice: As an octoperson I can compress down into a tiny volume to rest. • Go Back...Chapter #5Compressability by: Gimlet  Tallia's smile got a touch wider.
"Never fear mistress, I can fit into tiny spaces. As an octoperson I am comfortable residing compressed like that. A small box or bottle will suffice for my rest. Or any other tiny container you wish."
Octo.... person. Ellie's eyes strayed down to where those pink limbs stretched out from under the skirt. They were long, easily looking like they could reach five foot away from the girl. Perhaps more. Thick as thighs at the base, tapering down to finger wide at the tip, they looked incredibly dexterous. It also gave the impression of considerable bulk.
"You... can fit in a bottle?"
Her smile widened a little again as she nodded demurely.
"Indeed. Do you wish me to demonstrate? I would be happy to oblige mistress."
"Uh... I guess." Ellie managed, still feeling awkward standing here in the nude in front of the girl.
Who abruptly began disrobing!
Ellie's blush accentuated as the girl calmly stripped, which took very little time, simply pulling her entire outfit over her head, no underwear apparent, and very adroitly folded it, placing it on Ellie's bedside table. The girl was rather fit, toned abs standing out beneath a somewhat modest chest. From the waist up she looked totally human. From the waist down like a flesh colored octopus with no suction cups. The tentacles were just soft skin, like boneless legs stretched out but no feet.
Tallia then calmly picked up Ellie's cup from that table and turned it so it was handle out.
"Could you keep it still for me mistress?"
Ellie looked down at the mug, that had coffee in it the day before, now empty thankfully, and slowly reached out, taking hold of the mug and lifting it without thinking.
"Thank you." Tallia stated, then reached down to the mug with both hands.
Impossibly both hands folded completely into the cup, vanishing inside the tiny container. Ellie struggled to keep it steady as the girl bent over, pressing her head between her arms, almost as if she were diving into the cup. No, exactly like she was diving into the cup! Ellie gaped and had to fight to hold the cup up as more of the girl's arms vanished inside to soft, squeaking squishing sounds as the girl's flesh somehow packed inside. She wriggled and her arms pressed against her head, which folded up just as readily, before all of it just squished up, packing down into the tiny opening.
Heaving against the motion Ellie tried to keep the cup steady as more of the soft skin just poured in, her taking the weight of her new maid as it filled the cup. Her eyes twitched as she saw softly bouncing breasts lurch down, then compress inside, followed by the girl's massive hips. Then Ellie was holding a cup of tentacles as they waved skyward, slowly slithering in to a lot of squeaking from the cup.
Two last tentacle tips wriggled a couple of times, then popped down into the pink mass in the cup, two eyes just squishing up to stare at Ellie from the mug.
It was heavy, but not as heavy as she'd expected. Like picking up a dog, not a person!
"Holy shit."
A few squeaks echoed from the mug, and Ellie had to struggle to avoid the shifting motion from making her drop it. She saw a distorted version of Tallia's face slide into view more fully, her mouth still smiling, if a little compressed.
"I prefer something with a lid, but if you wish this will do for now mistress. I admit last night, getting mistress Helen's things in order, was somewhat tiring. If you do not require my services for the moment I believe I will take this time to take an overdue rest mistress."
Ellie blinked for a few moments, then nervously nodded, carefully putting the heavy cup on the bedside table. The eyes and mouth slid down out of sight, now just a pink mass of flesh inside the cup visible.
"Holy shit." She whispered again as faint snoring came from the cup.
For several minutes she stared at the cup, the pink mass occasionally stirring slightly, but otherwise no evidence of a whole person in there. Finally the smell of bacon got to her, despite her still raging hangover, and she headed, a little unsteadily, to the kitchen.
There she stopped as the table was laid out with a table cloth (she hadn't even known she HAD a table cloth!), two knives, two forks, a spoon, a napkin, a glass of water, a candle in a plastic holder in the middle of the table, and the plate filled with artfully arranged bacon around scrambled eggs and cheese. The curtains were closed and the lights partly off to give a subdued air to the room.
It seems Tallia took her job seriously!
Still dazed and hungover Ellie staggered to the table and demolished the meal while trying to come to terms with having a maid that seemed to not be human. All the while that image of her naked body bending over to pour into the cup was burning in her mind, making her blush.
Why the hell had Helen 'given' Tallia to her? Was there a catch? Was she some sort of demon? Alien? Some other impossible thing that was going to come back to bite her later? Ellie tried to remind herself to ask, when she wasn't sporting such a blinding headache.
At least the bacon and eggs helped distract her from the hangover. It was only when she was finished she realized she'd never got dressed! Groaning she got up from the table and headed back to her bedroom. This was such a weird day!   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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