(This Story contains topics of transformation. You have been warned)

Preword

This story is a near direct sequel to Maid bots and made balls, and I would suggest reading that one first before starting with this one here. Otherwise, please enjoy.

There would be no mistakes this time. No risk of being trapped nor becoming another plaything. The experience of being turned into a simple ball by the household android maid was burned into Lyn’s mind. The feeling of being so helplessly compressed into nothing more than a shiny sphere, one that begged to be played with, was etched into the malleable girls mind, making it near impossible to think about anything else. Lyn wanted it, wanted more than just it, but that would be reckless, stupid, irresponsible. But the heart wants what the heart wants. In her head a plan formed. She wanted more, to go harder and deeper. As long as the girl had a little safety net, what could go wrong.

Lyn had called the maid to the living room that Sunday afternoon. The family was out for the day and there was not a moment to lose. It was not her first choice of space for her second adventure, that was for sure, but there was now something evil about committing such an act after what happened last time in her bedroom.

“Maid, before anything please come find me at... midnight, and return me to normal” Lyn stated to the android. This was the fail safe, though now that she had said those words aloud it dawned on Lyn just how feeble it was. Just one small sentence was all that stood between Lyn and the possibility of being trapped for days, if not weeks, in some inanimate form. It was absurd, silly, but what else could Lyn do. Ask a friend or her family for help. That would be scandalous, and there was no way to go on living with that.

“Understood mistress Lyn” the maid intoned, “will that be all?”

“No actually” Lyn started as she pulled out here phone, the carefully prepped video already loaded up of what she wanted done. Even with her last experience she still wanted to push the boundaries, and the video was definitely a notch up. “Have you ever heard of a wedgie ball?”

“Yes mistress” Lyn almost dropped her phone at the statement, surprised that the maid would know of such a thing. “Would you like me to perform the operation on you?”

“Uh... yes” Lyn stuttered, wrong footed. The maid already knew what she wanted? Was it really that simple? Were there other commands that she could simply just ask the maid to perform on her? The thoughts flooded the rubbery girls head before it dawned on her that she had just started the process. The maid would be upon her at any moment. Was there a step she was forgetting, something to add. The girls mind raced, stunning her as the maid causally circled behind Lyn and placed her cool, soft hands against each of her hips.

Safety, check! Nobody home, check!

Her mind ran over an imaginary checklist as the maid undid Lyn’s belt, pulling it free as the android slid its hands into her waist band. The girls underwear was white, stretchy, perfect for the first time and why Lyn had bought them. Her mind raced over the idea of being wedgied into a ball, the soft fabric playfully tugging at her crotch as she is enveloped in the cotton material. But wait, this wasn’t Lyn’s command, what if the maid had found another version of Lyn’s idea. Panic dawned on the girl as she realized too late that this might not be what she was wanting.

“Maid waiEEEEP!” Lyn tried to say before her underwear jolted straight up her crack, biting deep into her skin as the maid viciously pulled up on Lyn’s underwear. Higher and higher she pulled causing a pulsating heat as more and more of Lyn’s body weight was forced onto the narrow piece of fabric. The burning pain caused Lyn to gasp and spasm, completely unprepared for how rough the maid was treating her. “Maid! Maid! Stop program!”

The maid paused, but didn’t lower her hands down as the girl dangled in front of her.

“Would you like me to stop, Mistress Lyn?” the maid asked in it’s monotone voice.

“God YES! EEEEP!” Lyn had responded, practically begging to be put down before crying out as the maid merely yanked harder, burrowing the band of the already taunt cotton underwear into the inflamed and reddening flesh of Lyn’s crotch.

“I’m sorry mistress Lyn, that was part of the program. Would you want me to stop now?” the maid asked once more, in a calmness that contradicted the vicious pain that Lyn was in.

“Yes! EEEEP!” Further the maid yanked in response, lifting the poor girl onto the tips of her toes. Tears were running down her cheeks and Lyn regretted doing something so reckless and stupid without testing anything in advance.

“I’m truly sorry Mistress Lyn, that was also part of the program. Would you like me to stop?” the maid asked once more, a tone of genuine concern filling the robotic speech. But Lyn was silent, afraid to be fooled once more by the machines programming. “I will take your silence as approval to continue. I will continue then.”

“Wait, mphf” Lyn tried to speak, realizing too late that she had possibly missed her once chance before the lip of her white underwear came over her head and started yanking downward. Lyn’s head, now covered in her own taunt underwear, was driven down towards her legs, the elastic band catching and trapping the girls arms in the process as she was helplessly folded in half. Her world flipped as she was tossed by the maid, flipping and spinning through the air as the maid used the moment to wrap the girl fully into the cotton cocoon.

But the maid was not done, pulling and tightening the cocoon over and over as with each passing moment as Lyn’s limbs were driven tighter and tighter, pressing into her with a pressure that no human could possibly resist. Her very mass offered the only resistance she could provide as she was wrapped tighter and tighter till nothing was left but a perfect, cotton sphere. The girl tried to wriggle, to thrash about in the cocoon of cotton, but the tension in her prison kept her perfectly still. She was trapped, aware of every passing second as her burring butt reminded her constantly of just how stupid she was.

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The maid stared at the bundle of clothing in her hands, unsure how they had gotten there. Where they had come from the maid didn’t know but it was clear that they were dirty, used, and in need of a wash. Laundry had been this morning, so the maid knew she had obviously missed this article of clothing in her initial pass. That wouldn’t do. She would have to fix this.

With a spring in her step the maid made her way across the home, unconsciously dribbling the balled up underwear as she went. Why, the maid did not know, but it just seemed to make sense to the android’s systems.

Bong MmmH Bong Mmmh Bong MHHH

The ball was making odd, muffled noises, but the maid didn’t think it was important enough to look into it at the moment. Maybe a run through the laundry fix this as well. Her software urged her to dribble faster, to pick up the pace, but the maid resisted the urge. That would be unlike the image of the proper maid she was. A little fun once in a while was alright, but never should it be taken too far. Thought the android did give herself a little leeway when she entered and saw the top of the laundry machine was open, shooting the bundle of clothing through the air like any professional basketball player and watching with satisfaction as it cleared the rim of the machine perfectly and clanged into the depth of the machine.

With a smile she closed the lid of the washer, feeding a little detergent into the machine as well. It was a waste to run a machine so empty, but what was there to do. The machine came on with a chime and started to fill, leaving the maid with time on her hands till her duty was done. In the machines head was a mental list of chores to do, but all were already done. There was nothing left for the maid to do. Unsatisfied that left with nothing to do. Which meant waiting for the load to be done.

Thud

Groggily Lyn came to, her mind reforming after the scramble of being dribbled again. She had lasted longer this time, maybe a few minutes or more, but just like last time her mind had eventually scrambled beyond the point of thought as the dribbling beat the sense out of her mind. Disoriented as she was Lyn knew she wasn’t free yet. She was still wrapped tight, trapped in her own underwear, which was oddly damp now that Lyn came to notice it. She was damp. What had happened, what had the maid done to her? Or was the maid doing the to her right now? As Lyn thought about it her world began to spin.

Slowly at first, but gathering speed with every passing chance the girl was reaching dizzying speeds quickly. Where was she, what was this? Lyn didn’t know what was being done to her, but with every rotation there was another feeling that was creeping into her. Of warmth, heat, growing hotter as well. Quickly it grew hot, sweaty, sweltering, burning. The girls skin was alight with pain as the heat cooked every inch of her spherical form, as a secondary burning reignited at her crotch as if reminded that it should be in pain as well. Her body wasn’t built for this heat and Lyn could feel herself softening, melding, mixing with herself as her mind struggled to define one part of herself from the next.

"Mhhhhm" helpless Lyn tried to cry out, to get help as if someone would save her from her own creation. But there was no help to be had, and the combination of the heat and the tumbling was destroying what little form she had. The hotter she got the softer the rubbery girl became, and with every jostle of the machine more and more of her form began to fuse together. Faster and faster she spun. Over and over till that was all she could think. The heat the, no longer burning, but pleasant, warm, massaging. Her mind, overwhelmed with the spinning, accepted it. The pain from her crotch started to melt away. Everything was drifting in Lyn’s mind as time started to move faster, pass quick as she slowly started to drift away.

Beep Beep

The android had been patiently waiting for the laundry to finish, ready to open the door the second the machine had stopped. But what awaited the maid was not what she had expected. The balled up underwear, now clean, was still there. The problem had not magically gone away in the wash as she had hoped, but still looked her straight in the eyes. A problem, that would require attention. With care, even if it was unnecessary, the maid brought the still warm ball of cotton over to the folding table to be able to deal with her full capacity.

Hooking her fingers into the exposed waistband the maid peeled back some of the first layer of cotton, surprised to find more. Further she probed into the mess of fabric and still more layers of cotton. It was as if she had found an onion and not a pair of underwear, but instead of layers of vegetable she was finding layers of cotton instead. Five, ten, twelve layers, it just kept going on. But as she got to what would be the thirteenth layer of fabric, progress. Peaking out between the layers of stretched fabric, tan. Recognition filtered into the maid’s circuitry, but it couldn’t be. Was this where her challenge had been hiding this entire time?

Carefully the maid pulled back the last layer of fabric, tossing it aside as a perfect spherical brown ball was revealed. The patterns were a little different than when she had last witnessed her toy, but it was definitely the same one. A smile came to her lips. She would make sure to not lose what was hers again.

Epilogue

Much to Lyn’s dismay the maid had wasted no time with her, taking her back to shop that had done such a good job sealing her last time. The man, surprised the maid had returned, did take a few moments to teach the android how to perform the operation herself, although the rubbery girl was too busy being processed herself to notice. Now a ‘permanent’ ball, Lyn was forced to ponder if her safety net would work. Was the wording correct, would the maid understand what normal was. Her mind thought of the sentence over and over, but each time she tried to find a better way to say it there was always some way to misinterpret it.

What was surprising however, was how much care an attention the ball received upon returning to the house. While last she was left in the garage, this time the maid seemed to not be able to put her down. Everywhere the android went, the ball went as well, dribbled at all times. Each time Lyn’s mind would scramble, recovering slowly only to be scrambled again. But Lyn started to notice that she would last longer every time the maid bounced her, and as darkness started to creep into the windows she was almost holding her own again the pounding pressure of her body slamming against the floor.

By eight in the evening the maid was done with her, and Lyn found herself on the floor next to the androids charging station, forced to wait as the maid charged. The clock slowly rolled from eight to nine, then bounced in intervals from ten to eleven as Lyn’s mind drifted into and out of sleep. That last hour was the worst for Lyn, who worried that the maid would not come out of the charger and would simply skip her last command. But true to the order the maid did pop of the charger long enough to restore the girl back to her normal shape, depositing her back on the floor before stepping back in the charger, leaving Lyn in the nude on the floor.

That was where the girl, now back to normal, lay for a bit. Her body was stiff and ached all over and though the safety net had worked the experience had definitely not been one that Lyn ever wanted to go through again. There had to be a better way. And Lyn would find it.