[Filth, Obsession, Crossdressing]

Money makes the world go round. Everyone that had been through life for long enough knew that very well. Some of them were able to use the fact to their advantage thanks to having that money on them, while others had to deal with the universal truth and accept their lesser lot in life.

Edward wasn’t one of those lucky few, in fact he was on the verge of falling even further than even the poorest of the poor. Because in his infinite wisdom, he had taken out a huge loan to get into college, and the interest rate was killer. If he didn’t find a way to repay it before the end of his term, he’d be so deep in the hole that they’d probably be able to claim him as an asset, and it would be seen as a humane solution compared to draining him of all his money on a regular basis.

It seemed like luck would turn his way, however, as he saw a posting on one of the message boards he lurked at. All expenses paid, a high salary and even a place to sleep. All if he just worked as some rich girl’s butler for a couple of weeks. If he managed to pull this off, he’d be debt free, and he’d still have time to study for next semester. It was perfect!

...And it was too good to be true. Not because he didn’t earn the money that he was promised, far from it. But because there was a reason why the posting was in such an odd location. And it all tied into the girl he now worked for.

“Hmph. Not even a shred of dignity on you.” His blonde employer was a head shorter than him, making her look younger than she really was. And yet that didn’t stop her from degrading him with every word that left her lips. “Then again, what should I have expected from a mere commoner, balking at the chance to give themselves some worth.”

She was Madeline. That’s the name she gave him, anyway. She was some sort of rich aristocrat that lived in the outskirts of society, while manipulating it thanks to her excess wealth. Something she had inherited from her father, who had inherited it from his father, and so on and so forth as the fortunes just kept building. And with those fortunes came a lot of disregard for her fellow human peers...

Edward wanted to butt in. But between her ego’s presence suppressing his very existence with how haughty she was, and the width of her bottom… He could best be described as distracted from two fronts. Her words, and her sex appeal.

“Listen. And I’m only going to tell a commoner like you once, alright?” Madeline spoke up, grabbing her newest butler by the tie as she dragged him towards a specific room. “You are to clean every single piece of clothing that I’ve worn over the last two years. My last few cleaners all gave up, and it’s up to you to pick up where they left off. If you succeed, there may be some worth in a boy like you. And if you fail, then I suppose I overestimated a commoner’s abilities. Like I’ve done, so many times before.”

How could somebody like her go through that much clothing first of all, and how could she go through that many workers? If she was telling the truth, then how’d she have all those maids that he saw on the way in? ...Wait, he didn’t see any butlers last he checked. Did that mean..?

“What are you doing?” The blonde girl asked as she turned back towards him, glaring as she put her hand on the massive double doors leading to his work station. “You better not be thinking about running away. If you decide to desert your position…” She paused, as her annoyed frown turned into a wicked smile. “Then I may just have something for my next hunt.”

Edward felt the sweat run down the back of his head as he nodded. He understood completely as he opened the doors ahead of him, hoping that she wouldn’t try something. Just so that he could focus on his task.

Unfortunately for him, his task would soon prove to be near-insurmountable. Not just due to the sheer stack of clothes that had been building up over these many years, but because of the sheer STENCH.

The doors shut behind him as he was locked within the room containing all of the laundry, letting him get awfully intimate with all of Madeline’s dirty panties and socks and everything else a girl like her might wear. In fact, there was so much stuff that he didn’t know how she ever wore the damned things in the first place. Why did she wear shoes and heels at the same time..?

Edward shook his head. This was no time to worry about that kind of stuff. She gave him a job, and he wanted the cash. If he had to endure the age-old stink that made him wish he hadn’t eaten lunch that day, then so be it. He was going to do it, whether or not he could handle it!

At least the pile wasn’t the worst thing to deal with. Despite appearances, a lot of the clothes stuck together so well that taking out a few pieces from the pile didn’t cause it to start falling apart. Which meant that he wouldn’t be buried underneath a flood of filthy garments, giving him some room to breathe. Not that the air in the room was anywhere close to clean, but it was still a respite from what could’ve been.

Pulling out the panties and the socks that all formed the foundation of the pile was easy enough, and cramming them into one of the many washing machines in the back of the room was just as easy. It’s just a matter of waiting for it all to wash that was starting to get to him.

“Sheesh. How long does it take to wash a piece of clothing anyway? It can’t be that bad, can it?” Edward said to himself as he started leaning up against the damned pile, his nostrils feeling like they were on fire. But that burning sensation was preferred when he compared it to the actual scent that the panties and the socks and everything else gave off. If he could smell them while his nose was burning, then he’d definitely be on the verge of passing out.

The part that really bothered him at this point wasn’t the stink. It wasn’t the fact that she had managed to use all of this. It was the fact that somehow, someway, everyone had been deterred by this task. What made this so difficult, when he had managed to clear a good hundred pieces of clothing already? Were they all just lazy bastards, and he was the first to do a good job?

A sense of pride started to swell within him. Maybe he was meant for this job. Was this the kind of ‘worth’ that the rich bitch that hired him was talking about? Well, if it was, then he did kinda like the sound of it. It meant that he had something that others couldn’t do.

“Heh. Edward, cleaner of the filth mountain.” Edward chuckled to himself as he started getting back up after laying against the laundry. He had work to do, after all. Thinking and deliberating about why and how things had happened wasn’t going to cut it, because he’d just end up letting all the laundry keep laying in one pile, when he could try and sort it all into neat piles while he waited for it all to be washed.

At least, that’s what he was trying to do. But he found that he couldn’t pry his back away from the mountain, causing his eyebrow to raise ever slightly. “Hmmm?” He muttered, tugging and pulling at himself. Was he sticking to the laundry? Well, it wasn’t impossible to imagine. The clothes were really sticky. But surely it wouldn’t impede him that badly.

He tugged and pulled away at himself, gritting his teeth to try and put more force into it. He really didn’t want to be stuck. Again, if he let himself get too distracted, then he’d be at it the entire night. And knowing that Madeline girl, she’d probably condemn him to sleeping in the room. He certainly didn’t know if he could sleep with all of that stink infesting his nostrils, once they stopped burning.

With one more tug, Edward found himself freed from the sticky clothes, grinning a little as he blew a raspberry at the pile. “Serves you r-”

He didn’t get to finish his statement, his smug superiority cut short as the pile, tipped thanks to his constant tugging, fell on top of him and buried him within all of the sticky garments that he had been ordered to sort through.

It was like a tidal wave washing over him, practically drowning him in garments. He couldn’t see anything, he certainly couldn’t move either. All he could do was let the wave wash over him, and see how long it’d take before he’d rise to the surface.

Unfortunately for Edward, it would take quite a long time. Two years’ worth of pure filth packed into the clothes that brat wore meant a good few meters in terms of sheer distance between the floor and the top of the now-toppled pile. So he just had to wait.

The longer that he waited, the more the clothes started to rub into him. Spreading the filth onto him. It didn’t matter what those clothes were. Socks, panties, garters, dresses. All of them contained the same sort of filth, each of them forcing him to get a good whiff of the… the…

Oh, the smell… Now he understood. The smell was wonderful, not horrid. And why was it so wonderful? Why was that overwhelming smell, gathered in such a terrifying pile over two years, considered as pure and fantastic as it was?

Because it was not just filth. It was the sheer ego of his mistress! That was why it was so thoroughly used. Her sheer existence was too much for mere garments. That’s why she had to throw them away. And that’s why he was currently swimming through them.

That very same ego had easily overwhelmed Edward now that he was exposed to it for a prolonged period of time. No wonder she still had all of those servants, despite the fact that they didn’t do anything..!

Her mere presence, her mere sight, was enough to satisfy them. And they were willing to work for nothing, as long as it meant more time with her. More time to satiate her needs. More time to let her ego soak into them so they knew their place..!

“Are you serious?”

Madeline’s voice echoed from the door as her eyes narrowed and twitched. Her newest employee clearly hadn’t done his damned job, because now the pile was tipped over! Damnit, why did she keep hiring commoners if they couldn’t a damned thing?!

“Aaaahhh! Mistress Madeline!” Edward cried out as he practically leapt out of the pile, a pair of her panties wrapped around his face, while one of her discarded dresses adorned his body. Just like the other maids had once done, before they were kept around as little more than window dressing. “Thank you, thank you so much! I’ll do anything to savor your fragrance! Anything!”

The short ego-filled aristocrat grabbed her newest worker by the ears as she tugged. “You’re not supposed to savor my fragrance, you worthless commoner! You’re supposed to do the laundry!” She shouted straight into his ear, regardless if it would cause him harm or not.

“But Mistress! These garments are forever tainted by your scent! They’re inferior, unable to handle your body! We should shame them, so you remember just what clothes can’t handle your grace!” The now-obsessed boy cried out as he adjusted his panty-mask, huffing as much of her scent as he could.

Madeline narrowed her eyes. The worship was getting to her, as she huffed. “Fine. Join the maids, but find a replacement for your worthless butt. And keep worshipping me until the new guy gets here!”

From being an independent if down-on-his-luck college student, Edward was now little more than a permanently obsessed slave, eager to please his wide-hipped mistress. While doing nothing, except letting more words of worship slip past his lips...

“Anything you say, Mistress!”