(This story contains transformation topics, you have been warned.)

Welcome to your first day with your personal maid bot, the one and only solution to your everyday cleaning and household needs. From dusting to casseroles, there is nothing your new maid can’t do. Don’t believe us, just ask the maid. If the specific task is not in one of her many repositories then the maids computational mind can process almost any source material. This allows your personal maid to learn almost anything you need *1

*1 Maid Bots are not able to break applicable local laws. Some features as well are disabled behind some paywalls, please go online to learn more.

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It had been a week since Lyn’s family had acquired the maid, and as soon as she had been able Lyn had snuck away the manual. She had read the leaflet front to back, her mind awash with possibilities, especially regarding the ability to learn new tasks. She had scoured online resources, looking for any and all limits to this feature. With all the material she could gather Lyn was finally ready. Today the maid herself stood in front of her, six foot tall, blond, and dressed in a conservative black and white maid outfit. In the maids hands was Lyn’s phone, a video playing that Lyn had personally cut together.

“Master” the machine stated, devoid of any reaction, “what should I call this new command?” Lya paused for a moment. What was she going to name it? Nothing too short, nor obvious, that was for sure. The last thing Lyn wanted was for the maid to accidentally trigger while her family was home one day.

“Let’s do ‘Lyn ball fun try one’”

“Understood. Registering...” the maid seemed to freeze while updating its systems. “Error”

“What?” Lyn asked, surprised and oddly disappointed. Was what she wanted really just an impossible fantasy then?

“Command would break local laws.” Lyn was taken aback. What law was she breaking? It was just going to be her and the maid. Nobody was going to get hurt. Was there some weird law about teaching your android maid to do weird things? Then the reality of what she was trying to organize hit her.

“Right, that wont be a problem” Lyn stated to the machine. Instead of explaining further she decided the best course of action was to shown the maid what she meant. Calmly she grabbed her wrist, and with a single jerk folder her arm upon itself where no joint resided. This was her secret power, maybe even super power.

“Understood. Proceeding with registration” the bot intoned as it went back into it’s trance like state. This info made the maid the fifth person, beyond her older sisters and parents, that knew of Lyn’s rubbery secret. Although there were probably a half dozen or so people at the girl’s University that knew as well, but to the girl those didn’t count. Up until this week there had been no real way for Lyn to take advantage of here powers, and there were only so many accidents around the house one could be involved in before someone would realize what Lyn secretly wanted.

Well, Lyn’s eldest sister Kaitlyn had no quarrels with messing with her little sister, but Lyn had been glad for the protective rules her mother had set after Kaitlyn had jammed her into a jar and left her at the back of a pantry, just to have the house to herself for the weekend. Not that Lyn hadn’t enjoyed the experience, it possibly being a catalyst for her darker fantasies, but it had been a boring 48 hours and she had smelled of pickles for at least a week after the event.

Nor did those rules stop Lyn from poking the bear sometimes when her urges had gotten the better of her, but if Kaitlyn had found out her desire then Lyn suspected that she would spend less time in a human for than she was comfortable with. So that Left Lyn yearning for more, with no true way to experience it. Until now. A beep was emitted from the bot. It was time. She had the home to herself till the evening and there wasn’t a moment to lose if she was going to get through the rest of the commands she had planned for the day.

“Maid, ‘Lyn ball fun try one’ please” Lyn said with a smile. She could feel her pulse quicken as the maid’s eyes pulsed slightly as they processed the request.

“Yes miss Lyn. Are you ready?”

“Yes” Lyn responded without hesitation, which the bot matched as it began to lower itself into a crouch. With superhuman speed it launched itself into the air, skirt fluttering, flying high above Lyn until it was right above her. Then, before Lyn could really react to or regret her choices, the maid came crashing down. The ground shook as the machines soft and round posterior collided with Lyn’s face, which offered no resistance as her body accordionned and crumpled under the falling bot, smashing and collapsing until.

Splat

Between the solid floor and the maid’s massive rear Lyn was crushed mercilessly, flattened in a near perfect pancake. Her mind blacked out from the impact, and as Lyn’s focus returned to her she finds herself the victim of the maid once more as the machine began to gyrate on top of her. Grinding left and right Lyn’s already abused body was flattened further and further, smoothing out to a glistening finish. The sensation for was overwhelming for the flattened sheet, who could only moan in pleasure for the abuse. The maid, however, took this as a bad sign, working extra hard till even that had been flattened down too.

Satisfied as to the state of her charge the maid stood, turning to find nothing left beneath her. Confused the machine turned left and right, searching in confusion as it was unable to spot its target. Then it had an idea. Reaching down beneath the folds of her skirt the maid dug against her skin and with a loud Slurp dislodged Lyn from her rear and brought her out into the light

Bright ghhh Lyn thought groggily to herself as she struggled to process her surroundings, worsened by the maid who was casually fluttering her around for some reason. Everything appeared larger to the pancaked girl, taller and Lyn realized she felt small, and very powerless. Her body was numb, merged together, and to Lyn’s horror, but not suprise, was completely unresponsive. The rubber girl had never tested herself this hard, and she had to hope she could break free before her parents got back and found her. Or her sisters.

There was little time to worry though as the maid wasn’t done with the flattened disk. Taking Lyn in both hands, the maid began to raiser her slowly up to her lips. Those big, round, soft, glistening, perfect lips started to entrance Lyn. The were approaching, growing larger and larger till suddenly they were upon her.

A shock of bliss shot through the object as their mouths greeted each other. It was like perfection taken shape, even if the maids lips dominated her face. Their coolness caressed her smooth skin, locking on lightly but completely to her rubber flesh. The maid took extra care here, pressing her fingers into Lyn’s back to insure a good seal while treating Lyn to an even deeper kiss. Well, a ‘blow’ kiss actually. Almost forgetting, Lyn was suddenly aware of air flowing from the maid’s mouth and through her lips.

Lyn’s body, no longer empty, warbled like jelly in the bots steady grip, embarrassing Lyn at the undignified display while the bot continued to deliver form to the flattened girl. Slowly Lyn’s body began to bulge and tighten around the press of the maids fingers, allowing the machine to slowly pull her hand back while keeping her lips locked with the rubber pile. More and more did the girl take shape, but not her own, and as her surface slowly grew tight it was obvious that she was not returning to a humanoid shape but to that of a spherical ball. It had worked, Lyn had actually been transformed into something else. An object, a shape, something to be used without a will of their own.

The maid filled her ball full, then more, causing Lyn to feel herself be stretchered taunt in all directions. The maids hands went to her new balls sides, testing constantly as tight went to taunt and every inch of Lyn’s body began to fire off signals of warning at her present predicament. But eventually the maid, satisfied, released her lips from the toy, for that was all Lyn was now. A cream coloured ball, glossy, smooth, glistening in the afternoon light. It was beautiful, perfection even. A moment that Lyn wanted to cherish for as long as she could. Until the ball found herself falling, released form the maids hands. The maid grew quickly in size as she fell. The world started to blur as warning bells rang off in the balls head while the ground raced up to meet her.

Thump

Lyn’s body shook violently as she hit the ground, before sailing up again with the same blurring speed. Up she flew, right back into the maid’s open palm. This time she didn’t fall but flew at the ground as the maid properly started to dribble her new toy.

Thump Thump Thump

The world was a blur, with each impact of the floor or the maid causing her mind to shutter from the shock.

Thump Thump Thump Thump

The maid was speeding up now as Lyn’s world went from a blur to a smear, breaking only for a moment when Lyn hit something in a flash of stillness before she flew again.

Holy Thump Ahh Thump wait Thump I Thump Thump Thump

Lyn’s mind struggled to form words, as every bound interrupted to mind, causing it to almost reset in the process. Not that the maid knew. If anything the maid was just getting started on her routine. Crouching to reduce the height, the machine went even faster, beating the poor balls mind into a pulp of impacted thoughts

Thump Thump Thump Thump I Thump Thump Thump Thump Slap

The world suddenly froze for a second before the Maid changed again, dribbling the ball between her legs with incredible speed while imparting a ridiculous amount of spin so the ball could clear her long dress.

Uhh Thump ahhh Thump mmmh Thump

Lyn’s mind was filled with her own moans at this point, well beyond the point of scrambled while the constant vibrations triggered every nerve in her body to go off.

Thump fhhhhm Thump mhh... Thump ... Thump Slap

The world again slammed still for the ball and Lyn found herself staring forward, a hand wrapped around her but and another the side of her face. She could feel the maid crouch but before she could even process the maid sent the ball flying, spinning through the air before it came flopping down into the laundry basket.

“Swish” the maid called aloud, repeating the end of the video that she had watched which she slowly resumed a calm, neutral pose. Her eyes seemed to zoom in and out, processing some details until, “task complete Lyn, will you be requiring anything else?” But the ball wasn’t able to respond. Even if Lyn could function normally, she wouldn’t have been able to respond with her brain basically being dribbled into a pleasant paste. With no response the maid reset and went back to her normal duties.

The maid took in the room. It was designated for Lyn. The space was clean, still undisturbed from the mourning routine, but the maids sensors picked up something amiss. The maid’s sensors lead her to the waste hamper, where an oddly tan coloured ball lay. It wasn’t a toy that she recognized, but balls belonged in the garage, not a bedroom. Perplexed the maid picked up the toy in her hand, turning it back and fourth as she took in the condition of the toy as she inspected the surface. The colour was odd, and the pattern confused the machine. Sensing something was amiss the maid rant the information through her protocols for help. Clean. Once more, for certainty. Clean. The answer did not satisfy the curiosity of the maid, but being a servant of a household it was her best answer.

Upon arriving in the garage the maid went strait to the workbench, retrieving a rag and went to work. Scrubbing in methodical circles she worked around in a pattern that should have rendered the surface of the ball perfect, but after five minutes the colour was still wrong. The maid tried her algorithms again. Clean. She requested help from the server. It too pondered the request before asking the robot for where she was and what she had access too. Minutes passed before a signal came back. It had found a solution.

Smiling the maid went around the garage, gathering supplies before coming back to the ‘unclean’ ball. With efficiency she wrapped some old towels around the base of the ball, securing it in place to the best of her ability. Then the main pulled out a power drill and attached a large polishing brush to it. To finish things off she applied a large helping of polishing paste to the brush head before getting to work on the balls surface. With the drill set to max speed the blemishes on the ball seemed to melt beneath the power tool, melting and fusing together. Lines became smears, dark patches a smoothed brown. The maid kept going, her software allowing her to enjoy the process until all the was left was a near perfect tan orb before her.

The maid knew it was a perfect job, but there was one last step that she needed to do. Nothing lasted forever, but the maid sprayed down the ball with a thin mist of sealant so that it may last just that much longer. For some reason the bot couldn’t take her eyes away from the ball, watching it dry perfectly. Such a challenge that it had been, one that the maid had never fought before, that it was almost a shame that it was over. But as the family would be home soon there was no more time to waste. The machine stashed her tools away and carefully placed the ball on the shelf, ready to be played with. Then, she was off.

Lyn’s mind had reformed enough to recognize the headlights staring her down and the loud hum of a car engine. Panicking at the thought she was about to be run over the girl tried to jump out of the way, only for nothing to happen. Instead the car’s motor cut off and the lights went out, leaving Lyn blinded for a few seconds and confused. Where was she? She remembered what the maid had done to her, but what then? Her vision started to come back, watching shadows pass her as a door could be heard opening and closing off to her right. Slowly, she could make out the care in front of her. It was her father’s car, which made Lyn realize the only place she could possibly be. Her garage. How she had gotten there she didn’t know, but her family was home and if they found her she would never live this down.

Epilogue

It ended up that Lyn didn’t have to live it down, but that didn’t mean her troubles were over. It had taken her two days to escape her ball prison. Days of trying to break through what the girl discovered to be a sealant layer that encased her spherical form. Days of her managing to chip the surface of her prison, only to be discovered by the dastardly maid, who would seal her up all over again. It was as if the machine had an obsession with Lyn, constantly coming to check in on the ball, fixing and re-polishing her smooth multiple times. She had even taken Lyn, who was basically a rubber ball, out of the house in a bowling bag for professional help. The man, confused but not allergic to money, humoured the maid my using a penetrating resin to try and permanently solve the problem, which also left Lyn a bright pink color..

That had left the ball panicking, and she quickly discovered the man knew what he was doing. By the end of the second day she had all but given up on escape. It had been a long day of being kicked around by the neighbours kids but by the end of it the maid had only had to give Lyn a light wipe before she sparkled once again. It was only when the maid answered the phone that evening did Lyn get her freedom. A friend had called, looking to talk to Lyn, and the maid had to find a solution. With the help of her sensors the maid had no difficulty finding Lyn, but it was clear to the maid that Lyn was in not state to answer the phone. With the help of the master server the maid pinched both side of the toy and with a monumental pull pulled Lyn back into a humanoid shape. She had been unable to answer the phone of course, and her body was stiff with resin, but she was free. Free to live her live. Free to go about her days as a person instead of a ball. And free to start planning once more how she was going to take this one step further.