The first thing you notice when you wake up is that you feel nauseous. Without hesitating, you vomit into a bucket placed right next to your bed.
Suddenly, the door bursts open and a teenage girl comes running into the room and addresses you in what your brain interprets as an attempt at an Irish accent. "Miss, forgive me for being slow of mind!! I have your pill and water right here." As your eyes slowly adjust to the darkness, you notice that's she wearing what looks like an old-timey maid uniform, with her blonde hair in a tight bun. A bandage is placed right over the skin of her vocal cords.
She whips the covers off, revealing the source of your sickness: a massive, swollen baby bump. The girl tries to force the pills into your hand, and you try to fight her off. Eventually, she gets frustrated and slaps you.
"Miss, I won't stand for you disobeying the law!! Every married woman has to take her pills, and you don't get an exception just cause' your husband is the Judge Advocate!! Now swallow them so we can get you ready!!"
There's no point in trying to challenge her any further, so you reluctantly swallow the pills with the water she offers you. Your nausea quickly vanishes, but you also feel a strange sensation - almost as if your belly is growing even bigger. The maid helps you out of bed and begins braiding your hair, which has now grown so long it nearly touches the bottom of your knees. Then she dresses you in a long cotton shirt, an apron, stockings so translucent that they appear invisible to the naked eye, heeled shoes, and a necklace with a dog tag that bears your name. She then seats you in front of the mirror and lightly applies some makeup to clean up the wrinkles and spots on your face.
"There. Oh blast, the Judge Advocate'll be home soon!! To the kitchen, quickly now!!"
She hustles you along to a clean, well-furnished kitchen straight of a 1950s sitcom. As you walk, you notice that the coarse material of your shirt is irritating your nipples. Somehow, the maid interrupts you before you can complain.
"Miss, if your bosom is sore, then I can apply a touch of ice. You need to keep your lady parts accessible."
Just as you take your seat at the table, which is already covered with a lavish breakfast, the door opens, and the Judge Advocate walks in. He hangs up his jacket and coat, loudly announcing his presence with a big "Honey, I'm home." The maid notices you getting up and immediately pushes you back down into your seat. Instead, she walks up to him with a steaming cup of coffee in hand.
"Your lordship, I've prepared everything just as you requested. Here's your medicine."
The Judge Advocate smiles, takes the coffee, and drinks the whole cup in one sip. Suddenly, you see something bulging and straining against the fabric of his pants. The maid unbuckles him and frees his massive 12-inch cock before guiding him to his seat at the head of the table and then ducking beneath it. You look underneath, and there she is, his cock between her boobs being rubbed up and down while she sucks his tip. As the two of you enjoy your breakfast and share a meaningless conversation, you can see him occasionally grunting as he cums into her mouth. After five orgasms, he suddenly gets up and folds his softening cock back into his zipper.
"Honey, I need to get to work." You share a kiss, he puts his jacket and coat back on, and leaves. The second the door closes, you pull the maid up from under the table and tell her that you both need to get out of here. The maid only chuckles in response, but you notice the sadness in her voice.
"Oh miss, we couldn't leave even if we wanted to. Ladies and their maids aren't permitted to go outside unless a man accompanies them."
You think the situation over. There has to be a way you can leave. But even as you think about it, you feel a voice in the back of your mind, telling you that a good wife must obey her husband and that all of this is normal.