“Hmmm~♪” I hummed to myself as I flicked through the papers that my client had sent me earlier, flashing the woman standing in front of me a reassuring smile as the noblewoman sitting next to her impatiently fidgeted. Violette always did have an issue with patience— and having her arms and legs removed and replaced with soft breasts certainly didn’t help that aspect of her personality. Neither did the removal of her head, either, though it had at least shut up the constant stream of impatient complaints that she loved to rain upon me previously. But, annoying as she could be at times, the pay was always good, and her ideas were always so lovely~. Most of my other clients really didn’t have much of an imagination at all, it was always the same when it came to them. Extra limbs and stronger muscles when it came to their servants, and simple reductions when it came to their bodies.

Such a drag, really. My talents, wasted on troglodytes who couldn’t even be bothered to dream of something more exciting. But Violette, mmmm… she had ideas. Grinning, I watched her eyes— which I had moved onto her breasts a few months ago —dart around the room, giving her a teasing wave before setting the papers aside.

“I’m surprised you’re not trying to finish up your plan today, Lady Franks. Enjoying your current body a little too much to let it go so soon~? Don’t answer that— you can’t.” With a teasing chuckle, I turned my attention to her servant, Miranda, crossing my legs as I let a gentle ripple of magic flow down to my fingertips.

“Your mistress has quite the plan for you, dear. All above board, I assume?” Flexing my fingers, I gestured for Miranda to step away from her mistress and onto the mat behind me.

She hesitated for just a brief second before nodding, nibbling on her lip as she started to shed the simple cotton dress she was wearing. “Yes. This won’t hurt, will it…? Lady Franks says it feels good, but, ah…”

“She’s a deviant?” I asked, smirking when Miranda whitened and Lady Franks rolled her boob-eyes. “Oh, please, we all know what you were thinking. And it’s not as if your mistress can really defend herself, can she?”

“Ahaha, n-no, I suppose she can’t…” Miranda shakily nodded, casting a nervous look at Lady Franks— who just wiggled on her seat, jerking her boob-capped stumps around while narrowing her eyes at me. Clearly, I was talking too much for her tastes… and as tempted as I was to taunt her for a little longer for my own amusement, I decided not to test my luck. There’d be plenty of time for that when she returned to finish her transformation, anyway~.

I waited until Miranda was fully undressed before standing up and giving her body a quick inspection, just to get a better idea of what I was working with. Tanned skin— likely from a childhood spent on a farm, based on her accent —and a neatly combed wave of brown hair that fell around her shoulders, which lined a somewhat stocky, but quite pleasant-looking face. She had a very nice rustic aura to her that I enjoyed immensely; it would be very fun reshaping it to her mistress’ specifications. Her body was much easier to work with than the last servant her mistress had sent my way as well. Curvier women were easy to work with because of the abundance of mass, sure, but it took a load of magic to get all of it into place. Miranda’s body, however, promised a much easier time. Nice, gentle curves, modest enough to look innocent but with enough fat that her new form would be a fun little tease, and an adorable contrast between the darker shade of her tanned limbs and her creamier torso. She had warm, brown eyes, and adorably pink nipples that complimented the light blush that graced her lower lips as well… oh, I couldn’t wait to work on her.

She would be gorgeous by the time I was done…

I clapped my hands to snap the room out of the silence it had fallen into, tilting Miranda’s chin up with my fingers in preparation of the first change. “Marvelous! Ready, Miranda? Excited to be in a new body?”

“Err… well, I suppoummhhhffff!?”

Whatever it was that Miranda wanted to say faded away into unintelligible mumbling when I traced my fingers over her lips and melted her mouth shut, filling it with soft, tender flesh to stifle any further comments. She only had a moment to give me a shocked look before I did the same to her eyelids, gently pulling them closed as I brought my other hand up to her neck and began to massage it upwards. Squirming, she let me squish her ears into the side of her head, nostrils flaring a little when I flattened her nose into the cylindrical tube of flesh that I was slowly reshaping her head and neck into.

Her fingers continued to nervously rub her thighs as I carefully checked the width of her merged neck and head— good, perfectly symmetrical, Lady Franks would no doubt wiggle around rather angrily if I made a mistake, and heavens, I couldn’t possibly let that come to pass. Satisfied, I started to work in a joint around the middle of the mass, pinching and kneading the flesh as I let delicate little nudges of magic reform the bone necessary to give the arm I was creating motion. For a central arm like this, perched between her shoulders, no less, a ball joint would likely be best. More motion, and for the form that had been planned for her, it would help her adjust a little quicker.

I felt the spongy flesh beneath my fingers harden as the bones solidified into place, and I released the half-formed arm, letting Miranda curiously swivel it around before grabbing her once more. Now then…

Lady Franks never gave me exact blueprints, she preferred to simply provide a base form for me to build upon. Like her, it was both annoying, and entertaining— she never complained about the choices I made, it was just making the choice in the first place that was difficult.

There were so many ways I could take this… perhaps I could transition from an arm to more of an eyestalk? Perfect for navigating around a crowded room without bumping into anyone, and Miranda did have pretty eyes. Or another hand would be helpful as well— I didn’t want to crowd her body with anything unnecessary, adding more arms would only clutter her form. But did I really need to give her a third arm? Two were enough for a regular maid, anyway, and maybe Lady Franks didn’t want an efficient tea maid, but rather a decorative one? In that case, creating another pussy atop the arm… a scented one, yes, that would be interesting!

Quite a bit vulgar, though. I doubted that Lady Franks’ royal friends would appreciate seeing a woman’s privates waving around in their faces during afternoon tea… Perhaps that could be placed somewhere else— and in that case, the eyes could go elsewhere as well. But… hmm, actually…



I squeezed Miranda’s arm between my hands, strengthening the tendons attached to the bones before thinning it out, nudging the first ball joint down to make space for a second between it and the end of her arm. Then a little nudge to turn the cervical vertebra connecting her arm to her spine into a ball joint as well, just to ensure that she had full movement no matter what. Good. Now, at the end of her much thinner arm, there was enough space to widen out a small chunk of flesh into a bulbous end.

I traced my finger along the center of the mass once Miranda had settled down a little, converting the supple flesh beneath into an eye before letting the flesh split apart into an eyelid. With a confused wince, she opened her hand-sized eye, and winked— or perhaps blinked? —at me before swiveling her eyestalk around and following my fingers as they drifted down to her chest.

It would be simpler to just erase everything and start from scratch here— so I did exactly that, smoothing down Miranda’s torso with my hands, just as I had done with her face. She shivered when I stuffed her arms back into her shoulders, her one eye fluttering when I kneaded her tits away and filled in her bellybutton with a little extra mass from her hips.

There. Nice and smooth and free of distractions. I grabbed the rounded nubs of her shoulders and pulled, stretching out the flesh like warm mochi before solidifying the insides with a bit of cartilage to help it keep its structure while I worked on the shape. She still needed to pour tea— obviously —and while I was tempted to let her keep her hands as is, they’d stick out at this point, ironically enough. She was gangly enough as is. Still, not much of a change here, just a little reshaping to make them a little longer and thinner, making sure to darken them a little more to keep that contrast with her creamier torso. They looked a bit like opera gloves, actually… Hmm. Hadn’t been going for that, but it looked quite nice.

As the cartilage started to harden into bone, I dragged out a few more appendages from the ends of Miranda’s hand-less arms, forming a hooked thumb to help her get a good grasp on the tea sets and pastries she’d be handling, then finishing it up with two slender fingers to form a three-pronged claw. She wouldn’t be quite as dexterous as a version of her with all five fingers intact, but it would be more than enough for tea.

But of course, that tea had to go somewhere, and now that poor Miranda wouldn’t be carrying any more trays with hands like those, I had to fix her, of course. For that… another pair of arms. Those would go a little lower down, right around her waist… and with the extra few inches that her lower half would get soon, that should bring them right up to around… table level? Too low, they needed to be held a little higher to make it easier for Lady Franks’ acquaintances to select their pastries and biscuits. I smushed the nubs that I had been rolling back into Miranda’s waist, moving my hands up a few centimeters as her eye rolled around.



“Holding up alright, dear~?” With a teasing grin, I steadied her flailing eyestalk, letting her regain her bearings before gently releasing her. “Feels good, doesn’t it…?”

She couldn’t blush, but I saw her eye bashfully widen just a tad in response.

Lowering my voice to a whisper, I leaned in, whispering into the earholes I’d left sitting on either side of her neck. “No wonder the venerable Lady Franks is so partial to visiting me, eh?”

She didn’t respond this time— mostly because I was busy remolding her second pair of arms again. I watched Miranda’s eyestalk quiver and jerk around as I teased the flesh out of her body, savoring the little skittish taps her feet made against the mat as I gently rolled the flesh to even it out.

For this pair… hmm. Two arms was already more than enough, four would just be excessive. And as delightful as an extravagant servant was, for tea, it was best to keep things from becoming too convoluted— at least in my eyes. I couldn’t very well speak for Lady Franks, nor her friends, but I had a feeling they would enjoy what I had in mind.

First, a little extra muscle along the bones to keep the arms sturdy during use. Couldn’t have Miranda getting tired, both for her sake and Lady Franks’. Then— this was the tricky part —flattening out the top of her wrist to form a large, circular plate.

I had made a musician’s hands into cymbals a few years ago, so I was familiar with the technique— but a hot teapot and heavy plates of pastries would require a much sturdier structure. Naturally, the simple fix was to just make the hand-trays thicker, but that was boring and just shamefully rudimentary for a body sculptor of my caliber. No… Hmm.

I gathered a little extra flesh into the center of Miranda’s flattening palms to form a thick callus to insulate against the heat, then slowly, carefully, extended the bones in her wrist outwards, splaying them across the circular expanse of thinly stretched skin and muscle to act as scaffolding to help the flesh keep its shape. She wriggled as the bones stretched across her new ‘hands’, clenching and unclenching her original pair as I pressed out the edges of the tray-hands just a little more, forming a little ridge along the side for a fabric cover to be hooked onto. It would be madness to simply let her walk around in the nude, after all— and you couldn’t have a plain serving tray, could you?



Satisfied, I gave Miranda’s tray-hands one last rub to check their stability before cupping my hands around her flattened chest and sending a warm pulse of magic deep into her torso. Like… well, magic, her skin rose up to match the shape of my cupped palms, inflating like a yeasty lump of dough as fat filled the tissue there, rippling beneath the skin as it pushed out into a heavy, plump pair of breasts. They were pale, creamy and rich, just like the milk they would soon be producing, and even before they were fully formed, they were already leaking, sending tiny trickles of fresh, warm milk down my arms.

I let them grow, swelling them from As to Bs to Cs and then Ds and Es, taking my hands away the moment they started to sag. Each boob was about the size of Miranda’s former head, and perfectly smooth and round, each capped with a deliciously pink nipple.

Those, of course, were pinched and stretched into long, stiff udders, sticking out like pinkies from her chest~. Miranda would thank me later— with normal nipples, there’s no telling how well she would’ve controlled the flow of milk.

Not that she wasn’t already looking very thankful~. One playful tweak was all it took for Miranda to fall to her knees, her eye rolling around wildly while her legs shook against the mat.

I’d have to fix that soon, but first…

Another set of breasts couldn’t hurt! And Miranda sorely needed a place to store the teacups Lady Franks would no doubt have her carry around… speaking of which, I had an appointment for that right after this. With a cheerful smirk, I cupped my palms against Miranda’s chest again, watching her eyelid flutter with sheer ecstasy as I teased another pair of tits into being.

These were much smaller, only about half the size, though a little adjustment would make the milk from this pair much much sweeter. A particularly floral, slightly fishy scent wafted up to me when I tweaked her second pair of breasts’ nipples to match the first— as expected~. Lady Franks had done much the same, and it hadn’t even taken her a fourth as long to succumb to earthly desires…

But it earned Miranda a few seconds to recover, at least before I sank my fingers into her waist and pulled it wide, flattening the middle of it into a wide disk, almost like a skirt. She shivered when I smoothed out the edges and reinforced the flesh with a bit of stiff cartilage, and I saw her eye blinking in… shock, perhaps, when I leveled out the flesh to be perfectly parallel with the floor.

“For the teacups, dear.” I waved my hand, huffing with amusement when she blinked. “Well, someone needs to carry them! You can’t expect Lady Franks to pay for two tea servants, now can you?”

Gesturing over at Lady Franks— who by now had resorted to wriggling her hips against the chair in a bored bid to get off —I curled up the edges of Miranda’s new… err, protrusion, just to give the cups a little more security. Hopefully unneeded, but better safe than sorry. I stroked my chin, more out of show than anything else, and gave Miranda an appraising look, pretending to be satisfied.

She started to shakily get up, teetering around a little as she got used to the weight of her new hands and breasts, along with the awkward stiffness of her waist. Her eye swiveled around a few times, joints twisting and looping around as she worked them out as well… and I saw it wiggle around dizzily a few times as the extra motion turned her stomach.

Eventually, though, she managed to take a shaky step forward, squeezing her plate-hands against her hips and folding her eyestalk into itself to keep it stable. She took another step, then curiously unfolded her eyestalk and stared at me, quizzically shifting her eye a few degrees to the left as if asking me a question.

And I knew just what question she had. “Ohh, not quite yet, dear. You’re looking a little shaky, so let’s go ahead and fix that, shall we?” I slid over to her side and gave her buttocks a soft pat, watching her eye flutter as I cleared it away and sent all of that luxuriously plush fat down to her thighs and calves. They swelled, growing soft and plump far beyond the amount of fat that I had pumped into them, swelling out like tree trunks and squeezing against each other so tightly that they swallowed up her puffy pussy!

But only for a few seconds— I pried them apart a few seconds later… then pried them apart again, splitting each leg in half! They trembled as I remolded them, kicking when I twisted them around to face outwards on each respective leg. Now Miranda had two facing forward, and two backward, perfect for her to scuttle around on— and so much more stable than a double-legged configuration had been!

The feet would have to go, though. I kneeled, noticing on my way down that I had accidentally smoothed away Miranda’s snatch as well— resolving to fix that later by placing it somewhere more interesting as I pressed my hands against her feet.

They withered and shrank in response, hardening and blackening all at once as I merged the toes together into one large, bony hoof. They started out a little brutish, unrefined, but with a little sculpting to angle the hoof at more of a heeled angle, along with a nice, glossy keratin coat, they were looking much classier— all I needed to do was to lift the ankles and voila, Miranda was raised on her tiptoes, balanced on elegantly raised hooves that clopped together into a lovely four-time rhythm when she took a nervous step forward.

“Eager, are we?” I gently nudged her back onto the mat, wiggling my finger with a bit of playful disapproval. I didn’t blame her for her restlessness— especially since I’d wiped her cunt away. She must be bottling up quite a few sensations…

Which had to come out, of course. Couldn’t have a tea maid getting distracted from her job, could we? Absolutely not. I put my palm against her underside, right beneath the blank space where her hips flared out into her muscular legs, and pinched the flesh into a pair of lips, small at first, but quickly stretched out to a proper gaping maw.



“Ooooouuhhhh…” Miranda’s thankful moan echoed around my studio, sending a gush of warm air onto my hand as her mouth split open. A fist sized mouth now sat underneath her body, softly panting as Miranda shuddered excitedly. “That felt… mmmmm…”



She dreamily sighed, licking her lips with a wet smack before softly moaning again, clearly wanting to make up for the quarter of an hour that she’d spent silent. “I look so…”

I cut her off before she could finish, digging my fingers into her navel as she tapped her hooves against the mat. “Beautiful?”

“Well… y-yes…” She murmured, twisting her eye stalk around to get a look at her legs. “Am I like this… um, forever?”

“Do you have an objection?” I asked, pushing my fingers just a little harder against her.

She shuddered, moaning again before wiggling her eyestalk from side to side. “N-No… I-I suppose not. But, my… err, my…” Her hips wiggled as she bit her lip, trying to find a polite alternative to—



“Your cunt?” With a knowing grin, I blurted out the word in her mind, watching her eye widen in mortification before quickly glancing over at her mistress— which only made them widen further when she saw the gooey bead of girlcum oozing out of Lady Franks’ inflamed snatch. She quickly swiveled her eye back to me… and then shuddered, eyestalk twitching and spinning around like a twig caught in a storm when my fingers sank into her navel.

Just like I had done with her mouth, I carved out a tight slit, bundling nerves together to form an ultra-sensitive swath of skin. Labia puffed into existence before drifting apart to reveal the warm, twitching, pink and wet folds hiding within, along with the shivering, erect clit proudly saluting at attention right above her glistening canal.

“Aaaaauuhnnn~♥” Miranda shamelessly moaned, torso writhing around as I widened her insides for her, keeping her pussy permanently peeled apart and drooling just enough to keep it from drying out. She stamped her hooves against the ground, eyestalk shaking, gasping and whining and even pushing her stomach against my fingers!

She calmed down after I took my slick fingers away from her body, panting as her chest stopped heaving. She’d leaked a bit more milk onto herself in her excitement, and it was starting to pool around her legs, running down her gorgeously tan thighs before running off her knees and splattering onto the floor. And along with the gentle plish plash of her milk being spilled, that sweet, floral scent from before was returning in full force, flooding the air with a heady, almost intoxicatingly honey-like scent that sent a shiver even down my own spine.

Miranda wasn’t spared its effects either~. She wheezed when the scent wafted up to her, stifling a moan as her body filled with an energizing tingle. “Gosh, that’s— mmph —strong…”

“Isn’t it?” I straightened up, dusting off my coat with my freshly dried hands before giving Miranda a reassuring pat on the back. “No objections now, I presume?”



She only hesitated for a moment before nodding her eyestalk, eye crinkling with excitement as she trotted off the mat. “Not at all.”

“Good girl~. Now, feel free to make yourself comfortable with your mistress, I do believe your better half should be arriving soon~.”