(Male To Female, Female to various)

“Are you ready honey?” A voice feminine voice calls out from the hall.

“Just finishing up!” her husband Mark responds, as he finishes adjusting his tie.

Mark was a twenty-one-year-old man with barely anything to show besides his wife Mya. He has been in and out of dead-end jobs his whole life, never venturing out until he met Mya. Mya was his co-worker at his previous and longest-lasting job. The two seemed to be made for each other, and after a year of dating, they became married. Mark did everything he could to support his wife even quit his job when she was laid off. And even decided to support her in her next business venture as a maid.

Mya opens the door and walks into the room. The short blond girl wearing a nice black dress and flats walks up and hugs her husband. Mya has always been the comfort over style type usually wearing a t-shirt and jeans. But today she looked like they were about to go to a fancy dinner party, even though they were just going to an interview. “They’re here,” she whispers in his ear.

The two walk out of their apartment complex. Mya clung close to her husband as they walked towards the most luxurious limousine the two of them have ever seen. Its shiny black and golds contrast against the bland and ordinary cars in the parking lot. A woman wearing a frilly Victorian-style maid dress steps out of the car and opens the door for them. The two lovers sit in the large vacant back of the limo.

Mark jokingly says to Mya “Maybe the two of us can drive around a car like this for our boss.”

Mya chuckles nervously in response.

Mark puts his hand around her neck hugging her as the car starts to move. “What’s wrong?”

“Is this what you want?” Mya asks, “I know you’re just doing this because I ask.”

Mark kisses her on the cheek and says “When I saw how happy you were when you told me about this new job and asked me to apply as well. I wanted to see you smile like that every day, and if that meant becoming someone’s butler then that’s fine by me.”

Mya leans her head on his shoulder and says “Thank you.”

After about an hour or two the limo arrives at its destination. A white-haired maid with a long ponytail lets the two of them out. In front of the couple stands a large Victorian mansion that seems straight out of a book or painting. Surrounding the mansion is a large garden full of vibrant flowers and trees. The white-haired maid ushers the two down a path leading to the mansion. Along the sides of the path leading the mansion statues of nude women stare down at them. Mark starts getting red flags as he looks at the provocative decorations, but his wife doesn’t seem to notice or care.

The three ascend a large staircase that leads to the entrance to the mansion. At the top of the staircase, a woman with gray hair and dressed as a butler stands to greet them. Mark looks in shock as when they get to the top the gray-haired butler seems to be a fully grown woman who looks like she was shrunk as she has to be shorter than five feet tall, and more surprising a pair of cat ears rest on her head and a tail swings behind her.

“My name is Snowball,” says the butler in a refined British accent. “And you are Mark and Mya I presume?”

“We are, it's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Snowball,” Mya says, shaking her gloved hand as if nothing is out of the ordinary.

“Likewise, please follow me, the master would be delighted to meet you,” Snowball says as she opens the large doors.

The four walk through the manor, the inside of the manor is as spectacular as the outside, looking like it came straight out of a fantasy movie instead of a place that people actually live in. The group walks past the occasional maid cleaning, as they walk by Mark notices that they whisper something to each other or silently laugh out of view. Mark also notices that pretty much every object in the mansion is feminine. Not feminine as being pink or pretty or other feminine stereotypes, but everything from furniture to the decoration on them are feminine curves and shapes. This sets off even more red flags for Mark fearing what kind of person Mya and his soon-to-be master are. Mark fears that he is some sort of pervert. But Mya seems to not care as she is struck with awe by the interior of the mansion.

The group is led to the top floor by a large winding staircase. At the top, they are guided down a hallway to a pair of large double doors.

“Please wait inside, the master will be here shortly,” Snowball says as she opens the doors to a large office.

The two sit on two large fancy chairs that are shaped like a woman’s torso. Mark rests his back on what feels like breasts. He looks around the large office and sees various pieces of art from paintings to sculptures all of women in provocative poses and clothing. Books shelves around the room are filled with books with porno-sounding titles.

“Are you sure this place is safe?” Mark nervously asks Mya.

Mya places her hand on his leg and says “We wouldn’t have come here if it wasn’t honey.”

Mya’s words claim Mark's nerves a bit but he is still worried about her.

The doors burst open, and the two lovers turn around and see their soon-to-be master. She is a slender woman who looks to be only a few years older than the two of them. Her beautiful long scarlet hair flows down her back and over her shoulders and onto her chest. Her flowing dress looked like something a fairytale princess would wear, red and black ribbons and bows line the dress with black roses mixed in there with a large black bow on her back functioning as a corset. The dress opens up at her chest exporting her massive double D-sized breasts. Around her neck, a golden pendant with a red gem in the center sits between the valley of her breasts. “Welcome Mister and Miss Hill, I hope you have no trouble getting here,” The beautiful woman says in a beautiful soothing voice that claims Mark's nerves. “My name is Victoria Morgan, but you call me Mistress,” she says with a playful smile.

“Thank you for accepting our application, Mistress,” Mya says trying to hide her excitement.

“I’m my pleasure, after the last big party, we have been a bit understaffed and besides I’m always accepting people who want a change,” Victoria says with a big welcoming smile.

“I have a question, Miss Morgan?” Mark asks as the woman takes a seat across from them.

“What is it, love? And just call me Mistress,” she responds.

“What kind of work are we going to do?” Mark asks suspiciously of the woman.

“Oh, just cleaning and standard housework, nothing like what you are probably thinking unless you two want,” Victoria says with a laugh. She pulls two pieces of paper from her desk and puts them in front of the two. “Sign, here, here… and here,” She reaches for a pen but can’t find one on her desk, “Ops, looks like I lost my pen, one second loves.”

Snowball enters the room and hands a black and gold fountain pen with a white top and clip, to her master. Victoria hands the pen to Mya to signs without hesitation then hands it to her husband. In Mark’s hand, he feels the pen’s strange curves. The pen is in a slight hourglass shape with two slightly raised nubs just before the can and on the other end of the pen, and upon closer inspection, he thinks he sees a faint smile and closed eyes on the cap.

“Are you going to sign it, love?” Victoria asks. Now looking at her he notices the weird shape of the pendant and hoop earrings. The gold pendant takes the shape of a woman without limbs and her chest is replaced with a red ruby and two separate ones as breasts. And her earrings seem to be of women whose arms and legs are contorted into forming a circle and touching each other. “Having second thoughts, love?” Victoria asks, breaking his gaze from her jewelry, he looks at his wife who is staring at him hopefully.

“Anything for her…” he thinks to himself, as he signs the paper.

The two hand the paper and pen back to their new master. “Perfect, you two can start tomorrow, Miss Snowball will show you around and your fellow maids will show you the ropes tomorrow.”

“Thank you, Mistress, you won’t regret hiring us!” Mya exclaims, pulling Mark close to her. Mark smiles seeing how happy Mya is that they got this job working for this strange lady. But as long as he could see her like this every day it was worth it.

“But first, there is a problem that I want to sort out, love,” Victoria says pointing at Mark while getting out of her chair.

“A problem what is she talking about Mya?” Mark frantically asks.

“Wait Mistress, what’s wrong?” Mya pleads.

“You should know honey, don’t worry I will make this quick…” Victoria stops in her place and looks to the ground. Snowball jumps and pounces the ground and picks up a pen from the ground with a similar shape to the one they just used. “Oh, you fell underneath my desk, don’t worry about your new sister, I will still use you too,” she says to the pen before placing it down next to the other pen.

“Now, I think some changes are in order, Mark,” Victoria says with a devilish grin.

“What changes?” Mark asks nervously if he wants to turn and run but his body doesn’t move.

“I have a strict dress code and you are breaking the first rule, love,” she says with a smile. She wraps her hands around Mark tightly hugging him, squeezing her massive breasts against his chest. “You are enjoying this aren’t you, love?” Victoria says seductively, feeling Mark’s erection rise and rub against her leg. “I’m going to borrow your husband for a second, love,” she says to Mya who is watching also turned on. Victoria stands on her toes to reach Mark’s eye level. “Now time to correct your mistake, love,” she says as she locks lips with him. Mark tries to fight back, but his mind and body accept her love, filling his mind with lust as he embraces her as well.

The two kisses for what seemed like an hour for Mark even cumming causing Victoria to giggle. All distrust for the woman fades and Mark loses himself to her accepting her as his mistress and devoting himself to serving her. Slowly Mark’s erection fades as his body starts to feel a new burning sensation. His head starts to tingle as it feels like it is draped with silk that flows like a waterfall down his back. The hair on his arms, legs, face, and other areas shrinks into where it was growing leaving them smooth. His face tingles, reforming his jaw and other areas making them more desirable. His muscle mass shrinks leaving his body more feminine. The muscles from his upper body seem to move their mass into his chest ballooning it out into a pair of d-cup breasts that push against his master’s but are still smaller and know their place. The muscle mass from her lower body reforms in his ass and thighs expanding them to massive proportions. Victoria breaks their embrace, Mark starts to moan but her master puts her finger on her now luscious lips. Mark does as she is told and slices herself as she orgasms from her new organ.

Mark breaks out from her lust-filled fantasy and falls backward on her newly inflated butt. She wakes up from her love-filled haze and screams in a new cute feminine voice, as she realizes what happened to her. The top buttons of her shirt pop off exposing her new massive breasts. She squeezes them and says “No, no, no, I’m a girl.” She stands back up off-balance noticing that she lost a couple of inches. She runs over to her master and pleads, “Mistress turn me back! Please!”

“I’m sorry love, but I have a strict no men policy, we had a few too many incidents over twenty years ago…” Victoria responds.

“But my wife… I’m her husband,” Mark pleads, tears forming in his newly feminine eyes.

“I have always been a bit Bi, I never told you because I thought you might think it was weird,” Mya confesses her face red with embarrassment and lust.

“What, does that mean that you still love me?” Mark asks her, wiping a tear from his eye.

“Of course honey, I even kinda like you better this way,” Mya says, hugging her new wife.

“If you're fine with it, then I can learn to like my new body,” Mark says, kissing her with her new plump lips.

“Being a girl has benefits,” Mya says as she squeezes one of Mark’s massive breasts.

“Eep,” she squeals cutely.”

Mya kisses her on the lips and says “It’s my turn to play with you, honey.”

“Now love, let’s save the lovemaking for later,” Victoria says, clapping her hands. Mark lets go of his wife and stands up at attention.

“I’m sorry Mistress!” she says.

“Mark!” Mya says worriedly.

“She is under my control, love. Like all of my other servants. But don’t worry, she is still herself but just is obedient to me.” Victoria explains, “And now it’s your turn.”

Mya opens her arms and accepts her new master embrace as she stands on her toes to kiss her. Mya’s changes aren’t as drastic as her new wives. Her breasts grow from a small B-cup to perky C-cups, and her hips and ass expand becoming a large bubble but. And lastly, her mind shifts accepting Victoria fully as her new master.

The two’s embrace ends and Mya stumbles backward into her wife’s arms. The two smile at each other lovingly but Mya’s face becomes bright red as she realizes wetness in her panties.

Mark pokes her in her new larger breasts and says jokingly “You're the girl and mine are still bigger.”

“You're a girl too and besides,” Mya says embarrassingly. She hits her wife’s round butt with her massive one and says “I have the bigger butt.”

“What did I say my, loves,” Victoria says, putting her hands on her hips.

“Sorry, Mistress!” The two lovers say in unison as they stop teasing each other and stand at attention.

“Now before my assistant gives you two the tour any last questions?” she asks.

“I have two,” says Mark.

“Yes, Mark…” Victoria says, pauses, and then taps her finger against her chin and says “We should probably change your name as Mark no longer suits you.”

“Oh, how about Michelle!’ exclaims Mya.

“Michelle… I like it,” Michelle says, accepting her new name with a cute giggle.

“Perfect,” says Victoria “Now what is your question, Michelle?”

“First, when are we getting new clothes, mine kinda doesn’t fit anymore?” Michelle says tightening her belt to keep her oversized pants up.

“Yeah, my clothes are a bit tight too,” Mya adds, poking at her breasts that are straining her dress.

“After the tour, love,” Victoria responds.

“And this isn’t a normal maid job is it?” Michelle nervously asks.

“Well if you are talking about what is expected of you then yes it is a normal maid job, but…” Victoria responds. “You see, I wanted to give people with a certain desire a place to live out those dreams without the risk of shady individuals,” Victoria says cheerfully, “You see I work for a company called Mage Tech, we specialize in transformations of every kind, giving people the opportunity to become whatever or whoever they want. But I focus on whatever they want. So one day I had the idea. I needed people to take care of the manor and I wanted to give the opportunity, to the people who wanted to have a purpose to have the chance to become an object that someone would love and care for.” Victoria giggles and says “Your wife wanted to become something that someone can use and take care of.”

“Honey, why didn’t you tell me, we could have had a procedure done, you know I would have taken care of you,” Michelle says hugging her wife.

“I didn’t want to leave you alone. If I became an object, you would be alone and I know how much I mean to you.” Mya says sadly, “Mistress said that whatever either one of them turned into she would turn the other into something that would match, so we can be together forever.”

“I wish you told me that before,” Michelle says as the two hugs. After the two break apart Michelle asks her master, “Mistress, when do we get transformed?”

“Well that depends on you,” she answers. “The spell I cast upon you when I kissed you makes it so you transform when you focus on an object to fulfill a need and don’t worry you will always become something that you will love.” She picks up the pen with the white cap and says “This was the maid who welcomed you, she was always a studious girl who was always jotting down notes and keeping track of everything. It’s such a shame to lose someone like her but she will enjoy her new life taking notes for a living.” She flicks the cap off and it lands between her breasts, she smiles and says “Speaking of notes, I have to do some very important work. So if you don’t have any more questions, I must ask you to leave.”

The two lovers bow in unison and say “As you wish Mistress.” Upon realizing what they did they giggle to themselves and are ushered out by Snowball who follows them into the hall.

“So shall we begin,” Snowball says to the two. They nod in unison. Snowball leads them down the hall to another large door. She opens the door to a large lavish bedroom, that is the size of an apartment. Maids fold sheets and deliver freshly cleaned clothing to various large walk-in closets. “This is Mistress’s bedroom, you two would be doing the normal cleaning and changing sheets, dusting, and so on, nothing out of the ordinary.”

A maid walks over to them carrying a stylish red cocktail dress. “Pardon my intuition but where does Mistress want this?”

“She wanted to wear her this evening so leave her by the mirror,” says Snowball pointing at a large mirror that’s in the shape of a woman, her golden breasts, butt, and head sticking out of the side of the golden edges.

“Her, was that dress a woman,” asks Mya.

“That is correct, at last night’s party a beautiful young redhead woman was mesmerized by Mistress’s body and wanted to become her dress. Mistress accepted her offer and turned her into this lovely cocktail dress.”

“Maybe we will become Mistress’s clothing, I know how much you like her breasts?” Mya jokingly asks her wife while elbowing her.

“Wait, be careful what you say. You could turn us into clothing,” Michelle says frantically.

“Don’t worry, I’m just kidding. I don’t want to be transformed yet,” Mya says with a laugh.

“If you two are done with must get moving, there is still plenty of ground to cover,” Snowball says, directing them out. The two follow her down the stairs and across the mansion until they reach a large room the size of a football field. Maid’s dart around the room cleaning and caring, tables, chairs, decorations, and trays of food all in the shape of women. “This is the Ballroom, you will probably be spending a lot of time in here due to Mistress’s weekly Balls.

“Weekly Balls?” Michelle asks.

“Yes, Mistress loves to party, every week she sets up these Balls where people come to enjoy themselves and sometimes they don’t leave the same or don’t even leave at all. So I suggest you be careful to get seduced by any of our guests, just last night one of the maids was flirting with a gentleman and turned into a pocket pussy.”

“So what happened to her?” ask Mya slightly turned on.

“He took her home, she is probably hidden inside of a drawer right now, waiting for her new master to use her.”

A group of maids walks past them pushing a giant ice sculpture of a mermaid with giant breasts sitting on a wave. Strangely the ice doesn’t seem to be melting and remains perfectly solid.

“Was she a maid once?” Mya asks, pointing at the ice sculpture.

“Correct again, every week one of the maids volunteers themselves to become the centerpiece at Mistress’s Balls. We auctioned them off during the party.” Snowball starts to lead them behind a bar and into the kitchen.

The kitchen is larger than anything kitchen that the two have ever seen. The kitchen seems more like a bakery, lacking raw meat. Cooks dart around preparing meals with ingredients that the two can’t help but feel were once people. Their thoughts are proven correct as various dishes from chicken breasts made from breasts to a cake shaped like a woman are brought into the room.

“Are these two my new ingredients Miss Snowball,” Asks a busty brunette wearing only an apron. Her large breasts and hips stick out barely being contained by her lack of clothes.

“I’m sorry, Ms. Chloé, these two are new here and I’m giving them the tour,” Snowball corrects her.

“Sorry for the confusion, tonight’s dessert is running late,” the chef says.

“No problem,” the two say in unison.

“Wait did you say the dessert is running late?” Michelle asks.

“Wait, I here!” a short slightly chubby maid says as she runs into the room.

“Speaking of dessert, here she is,” says the chef.

“I’m sorry, I’m late. I was just saying goodbye to my friends and things got emotional and one of them turned into a tissue box,” says the maid frantically.

“It’s ok dear, as long as the meal is ready for dinner everything is fine,” the chief says as she pats the girl on the head, “Now let’s get you ready.” The maid strips out of her dress and sits on a large plate on the counter. “Would you two like a demonstration of what we do here? That’s alright with you Miss. Snowball?”

“It is,” Snowball says.

“I’m so excited, I have always wanted to see a magic chef in action!” Mya exclaims hugging Michelle.

“Wait, she is going to be turned into food?” Michelle nervously asks.

“That’s what we do here in the kitchen,” the chef says, tapping her finger on the naked girl, causing her body to glow. The girl’s body starts to bloat, especially in her stomach, breasts, and butt. She continues to grow and grow her stomach consuming her legs and arms leaving her a giant ball with a head too bloated to speak, breasts and butt the size of excise balls sticking out in front of her. The chef starts to reform the blob’s body with her hands causing the blob to squeal in delight. The chef steps back to look at her work. The girl has become a flesh-colored cylinder that gets wider at the bottom about eight feet wide taking up the entire table. Her breasts and butt are now four smaller cylinders in front and behind her. If it wasn’t for her flesh color and fattened head she looked like a plate of flan. The chef kisses one of her breasts, a creamy white color spreads out from it and spreads across her entire body until it’s a creamy uniform color. Her body jiggles as she squeals in delight. The chef steps on a stool reaching the head of the giant custard. She smiles and places her finger on the bloated head. The custard squeals happily as her head is pushed down into her body until it disappears in a hole. The hole quickly reforms into a smooth flat surface. The chef jumps down next to the other woman and admires her work. Where a short chubby maid sat, a giant eight-foot fall flan took her place, with no indication that it was once a human.

“That was amazing!” squeals Mya.

“Thank you!” says the chef.

“You turned her into food, is she going to be eaten?” Michelle asks in a panic.

“Yeah, what else would we do with her? After a little decoration and some finishing touches, she will be tonight’s dessert. Want a taste?” says the chef as if she has been asked this a hundred times before.

“But what happens when you eat her!” Michelle exclaims.

“Oh, after you digest her she reforms like she was never eaten. The company thinks it’s a little cruel for transformed people to just end up like any other normal food so they reform and never go bad letting them have the experience of food for the rest of their lives. But, if they want they can be turned into fat in various areas such as breast fat.” The chef explains. She scoops two small pieces out of the flan and hands them, to the lovers.

Mya instantly consumes it, squealing in delight from its taste. Michelle reluctantly looks at it trying not to think of it as a person, but Mya shoves it in his mouth. The flan melts in her mouth, tasting heavenly. She squeals in delight as well.

“Now where were we,” Snowball says, gaining their attention again. “The chefs here like Ms. Chloé do all of the cooking so you just have to deliver the food.”

The two nod in unison and say “Understood.”

“If you two ever want to become something tasty you know where to find me,” says the chef seductively.

“No thanks, but we will think about it,” Mya says cheerfully.

“Mya!” Michelle exclaims.

Snowball leads them out of the kitchen and into the library. A large two-story room with a sitting area in the middle, bookshelves, and art line the walls “Here is the library, like the bedroom you can probably expect what is expected of you here.”

“Were all of these books people?” Michelle asks.

“Not all of them. Mistress has about a hundred or so real magic books in her personal collection, but everything else was a person or more.”

“Why would someone want to become a book?” asks Mya.

“Well, a transformed book can, first of all, feel the reader touching them, and second they can also feel the reader’s thoughts and emotions. So they get pleasure from being read and looked at. This room is probably Mistress’s favorite place to spend her free time. She loves collecting rare erotica, hentai, and books full of pictures of women. She also found a way to turn multiple people into an entire novel.” explains Snowball with a smile.

“Looks like I have company,” says a slender woman with long black hair wearing a clean white blouse, black dress pants, heels, and trick rimmed round glasses. She leans over the second-floor railing smiling down at the two

“Ah, Ms. Dimont, how is the painting going?” Snowball asks.

“It’s she is not finished yet, would your guest like to watch?” says Ms. Dimont.

The two lovers nod and the three head up the stairs to meet her. She sits on a stool next to an easel with a painting of a young woman in a gorgeous green Victorian dress stilling on a balcony overlooking a large spreading pond. But on closer inspection, the woman’s head seems to be more like a picture than a painting. She suddenly turns her head to look at the four.

“She can move,” Michelle says, frightened.

“She is not supposed to move,” says Ms. Dimont, annoyed.

“I’m sorry, Ms. I just wanted to say high,” says the painting.

“A talking painting, so cool,” Mya squeals in excitement.

“Once she is finished Hollie here will be just a regular painting,”  Ms. Dimont corrects Mya.

“So you won’t be able to move or talk anymore?” asks Mya disappointedly.

“Yeah, but that’s being a painting for you,” Hollie says with a smile.

“So why did you want to become a painting,” asks Michelle.

“Well, the modeling company I worked for was going bankrupt and a lot of the other models were turned into lewd posters and sold to make money. I always kinda wished I was turned into one as well, but I didn’t want to be stuck in a bedroom with someone jacking off to me. So I quit and had myself commissioned to become a painting, and here I am.” Hollie explains happily.

“Alright, Hollie back in position break time is over,” says Ms. Dimont sternly.

“Ok, nice meeting you two,” Hollie says as she turns her head to the left as if looking off into the distance and smiles.

Ms. Dimont sits down and picks up a brush with glowing purple paint, she starts painting on Hollie’s neck. Instead of spreading the purple paint, her flesh becomes paint blinding in with rest. She paints the girl until she is nothing but a painting.

“Wow, she looks amazing Ms. Dimont,” exclaims Mya.

“She is not done yet, I still have to do some touch-ups,” Ms. Dimont says as she paints red lipstick onto the girl.

“Your work never ceases to amaze both me and the Mistress, I can’t wait to see the final product.” Says Snowball, now come on you two we still have more places to visit.

Snowball leads the two around the manor visiting various areas where they will be working but nothing as exciting happened as the first few places they visited. Snowball leads the two outside and toward an against mansion.

“What’s in there?” Mya asks, pointing at the large building.

“That is the servants’ quarters where you two will be living while you are working here and our last stop,” Snowball explains

“Miss Snowball, were you transformed like the other maids?” Michelle asks.

“Sort of, over two-hundred years ago I was a smiling white cat. Mistress turned me into a cat girl to be her assistant,” explains Snowball reminiscing on her past.

“You used to be her pet cat, what was it like?” asks Mya

“It was nice, but I prefer being human, more freedom,” Snowball says. The tree reaches the other smaller manor and Snowball says to them. “I must get going. The tour lasted longer than I expected and Mistress has an important party to attend. Your room is number 101, you will find your uniforms and new underwear there. Dinner starts in thirty minutes so you should change quickly. If you have any questions about the utilities here your compatriots will be more than happy to answer them. Now I must get going, goodnight.” Snowball walks back to the main mansion leaving the two.

The two enter the door and are greeted by a large room looking similar to the building they were just in. “Mistress treats her servants well it seems,” Mya says looking around the luxurious building. Maids walkabout and socialize talking about various things mainly who turned into what or pondering what they might turn into.

“You two must be the noobies,” says a maid with punk hair.

“Zoe, that wasn’t very nice,” a maid with long blond hair next to her says.

“I was joking Sarah,” says the maid named Zoe. She outstretches her arm to the two and says “Glad to have more girls on the force, last night’s party causing us to take a heavy hit.”

“Oh, how long have you been here Zoe and Sarah,” asks Mya curiously.

“Over a month, speaking of, which, remember our bet, Sarah,” Zoe says.

“After dinner,” Sarah says in a defeated tone.

“So you two haven’t been transformed yet?” Michelle happily asks.

“Yeah, some chicks have been around longer than us, but usually people slip up and given in to temptation or just purposely get transformed,” explains Zoe proudly.

“That’s a relief, I want to stay human as long as possible,” says Michelle after breathing a sigh of relief.

“You two should probably get changed, all of the others are friendly but it’s best to make a good impression,” says Sarah.

“We were heading there, and by the way where is room 101?” says Mya.

“Up those stairs and down the hall to your right and the dining hall is down that hallway over there,” explains Sarah.

“Thank you see you later,” Mya says as she and Michelle walk off to their room.

The two enter the room, inside it looks like a five-star apartment’s bedroom. Pictures of women in suggestive positions line the walls. Resting against the wall in the middle of the room is a large king-sized bed with large velvet red blankets and its dark wood head looks to be the upper body of a woman with the large round pillows acting as her breasts.

“Ah, finally,” Michelle says as she takes off her oversized shirt and neatly folds it, placing it on a dresser, her pants falling down to her feet, taking her underwear with it as she unbuckles his belt. She neatly folds and places the rest of her old clothing next to her shirt. Mya giggles as she watches. “What’s so funny, honey?” she asks her wife.

“Nothing, it's just that you always used to throw your clothes on the floor and I would have to pick them up,” she says while laughing.

“Well, I guess it’s my new maid instincts kicking in,” she says with a smile.

Rip

The loud tear rings out followed by Mya’s panties falling to her feet torn in half. Michelle bursts out laughing at her wife and her embraced face. “Looks like your panties couldn’t hold your big butt any longer.”

“At least they didn’t break earlier!” she says joining in with her wife’s laughter. Mya slips out of her dress, struggling a bit due to her new proportions.

The two stare at each other's new nude bodies. The two of them never thought they had seen anyone as beautiful as each other. The two embrace each other while kissing each other on the lips. Michelle grabs her wife’s massive ass causing her to moan and Mya squeezes Michelle’s new massive breast in relation. The two embrace for a few minutes wanting it to never end. Michelle breaks away and says “Come on dinner should be ready soon, and after that, I can show you what his body can do.”

As she walks past her wife and to the dresser she slaps her ass playfully. Michelle opens the dresser and pulls out a pair of massive panties bigger than anything she has ever seen, “I wonder who’s massive ass these are for?” she asks jokingly.

“And I wonder who’s massive melons fit these?” Mya says in response, holding a large bra.

The two laugh and switch places and put on the underwear custom-made to fit them and their new proportions. They walk over to the closet and pull out a pair of matching maid uniforms but one with a large chest. The two put on the uniforms tying each other corsets and tight as possible within comfort. After dressing up the two look each other down, getting turned on by each other’s bodies in their sexy new uniforms. The two go into the bathroom and open up the drawers pulling out bottles of makeup all shaped like women. They apply the makeup to themselves as if it was something they have always done. After they are done they set out into the bedroom and slip on a pair of three-inch high heels, the two walk without issue in their new shoes as if it was neutral even though Mya never wore heels as she felt they were uncomfortable.

Michelle looks at himself in the mirror, she slips around looking at the beautiful maid in the mirror. She still finds it hard to believe that she was a he only a few hours ago. Mya hugs her. The two similes at each other, both turned on by the beautiful maids snuggling them.

“I thought you hated heels?” asks Michelle as the two leave their room and walk down the hall.

“And I didn’t think you knew how to put on all of the makeup, honey,” Mya says with a smile.

“Must be our maid instincts!” The two exclaim in unison. The two paused for a second and then laughed realizing what they did.

“Come on, we don’t want to be late for dinner,” Michelle says, taking Mya’s hand and leading her down the hall.

They make it to the dining hall and sit at a table with what had to be at least twenty to thirty maids. Two maids walk in carrying a large tray and a bottle of wine in the shape of a woman, they stop at each person placing a feminine cut of steak on each plate and pouring them a glass of wine. After everyone is served they start eating the food and wine taste like heaven causing what feels like an orgasm in their mouths. The two chat with the other maids introducing themselves and talking about what they saw people turn into. And after a while dessert is brought out, two of the smaller pieces of the girl turned flan and reviled. She tasted even better than before thanks to the new ingredients added to her. After everyone was finished eating Michelle and Mya were volunteered to help clean up. The two accepted, as cleaning up is what maids are supposed to do. After finishing washing the dishes they join the other maids in cleaning the rest of the manor, enjoying every second of it. After the manor is spotless they all sit in the living room chatting with each other. Zoe gets everyone’s attention showing her prize for winning a bet with Sarah to see if she could last a month. Sarah’s body lengths transforming into a blue dildo four feet long, before shrinking down. Zoe takes her new toy back to her room for some alone time. After a while, the day shift maid’s including Michelle and Mya head to their rooms to turn in for the night.

“I’m so happy that you are enjoying this,” Mya says as her wife undresses her.

“Seeing you happy is the only thing I need sweetie,” Michelle says hanging up Mya’s dress and notices that their old clothing has disappeared, but it doesn’t bother her as they won’t need them anymore. “I think Mistress’s obedience that she talked about might have something to do with how well I’m adjusting to being and girl and a maid, but as long as it makes you happy. I could care less.”

Michelle sits down on the bed and Mya starts to undress her, “You never like to clean, and now you seem to love it.”

“That’s our maid instincts honey,” Michelle laughs.

“Thanks again for going along with this, I know how much you had to change,” Mya says putting her wife’s dress away.

“I’m starting to like my new body more and more,” Michelle says with a smile, “And that’s not just because you like it.”

“I’m glad,” Mya smiles.

“But, could we try and stay like this for a while, I want to savor this new life with you, honey,” Michelle says hugging Mya she joins her in bed.

“Same here, I will try my best, but now…” Mya knocks her to the bed and pins her down. “It’s time to explore your new body as you promised .”

“Only I can explore your's,” Michelle coos, “I want to see what that ass can do.”

(To be Continued…)