Maid of Buxcombe Manor
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It's just the sort of fantasy you hear about online. Well, it was Jerry's
fantasy, anyway - two girls in maid uniforms who couldn't help themselves
from doing whatever he wanted. And anything, or so the story went, meant
anything.
Jerry's work buddy, Paul, had turned him on to the Craigslist ad.
"Might be your thing, man," he said. "I messaged them and then it just
got weird. Too weird for me, anyway."
"Weird is where I live, brother. Sign me up."
So Jerry fired off a quick email.
Ladies,
Your real man has arrived.
Jerry was surprised when, almost moments later he got a response.
Hi, there.
We're game if you are. There's just one catch. We're stuck in our maid
outfits. In fact, neither of us has taken ours off in years. So you can't
actually fuck us. But we'll do anything else, even if we don't want to.
We can't help it. We're trapped this way. Magic. Science fiction. Call it
what you want.
We're slaves.
Sarah & Annabelle
'Wow,' Jerry thought. 'That is twisted.'
He LOVED it.
Attached was a photo of two gorgeous girls. The blonde wore a frilly
uniform, all crinoline, lace, and petticoats. The brunette, meanwhile,
was decked out in latex. Jerry wasn't picky - he'd go for either, but
preferably both.
He grinned as he sent a one-sentence reply - "When and where?"
Later that same day, Jerry pulled up to a seedy motel on the east side of
Route 80. As he walked up the three flights of steps to whatever awaited
him, Jerry texted Paul a quick "Thanks," along with both a picture of the
girls and one of the motel. Jerry figured he'd make his friend jealous
and, in the process, make sure someone knew where he'd gotten off to.
Just in case.
Pausing a moment in front of the door, Jerry contemplated what might
really be behind it. But then, as if on command, the doorknob turned and
the door, ever so slightly, opened inward. Taking a deep breath, Jerry
entered.
There in a dimly lit room, stood the blonde and the brunette, exactly as
they'd appeared in the photo.
JACKPOT.
"Hello, Jerry," said the blonde. "I'm Annabelle and this is Sarah." Jerry
looked them both over. Their faces were flushed and Sarah in particular,
looked embarrassed.
Annabelle seemed to notice Jerry's thoughtfulness. "Don't mind her," she
said. "Sarah's never quite adapted to her new... station in life. And she's
not sure about what we're going to do with you tonight."
"Oh, no?" Jerry smirked. "Well let's just see about that."
Jerry reached out to Sarah pulled and her in close. Throwing caution to
the wind, Jerry grabbed Sarah by the back of the head and forced his
mouth on hers. Sarah resisted at first, but eventually acquiesced, her
tongue entwined with his.
That's when Jerry noticed something strange. It was a kind of rubbing
happening against his chest. He pulled away and looked at himself.
Everything seemed normal and the feeling had stopped.
But then Jerry looked back at Sarah and saw something he couldn't
understand - her breasts were moving. It was as though two invisible
hands were caressing and manipulating them. He turned to Annabelle and,
even in the dim light, could see the same thing was happening to her.
"That's a trick, right?" Jerry laughed, nervously. "You've got, like,
some kind of gizmo in there making your tits wiggle around like that."
Annabelle grin was wicked. "See for yourself."
For a moment Jerry was almost timid. He nearly believed them! But what
they had been saying since the email wasn't possible. So he did what he
probably would have done eventually anyway - he reached out and grabbed
Annabelle's ripe melons.
He expected to feel something on them - wires, some kind of plastic, but
it was just... flesh.
"Told ya," Annabelle said and laughed maniacally as though she'd just
told the punch line of the best joke anyone had ever heard.
"I don't... I don't believe it," Jerry said.
It was unfathomable. It couldn't be real. Jerry grabbed Annabelle and
started to tear at the maid uniform. But no matter how hard he yanked, it
wouldn't give way. It might as well have been her actual skin. And all
the while, Annabelle just kept laughing.
Jerry threw Annabelle on the bed and tried to get at her from another
angle. Reaching between her thighs he discovered, to his growing
confusion that, not only would her panties also not pull away, but that
they were rubbing hard against Annabelle's nether regions.
Finally backing off, Jerry noticed that Sarah had moved to the corner and
was huddled there, visibly scared about what was happening.
Jerry turned back to Annabelle. "So it's all true."
"Every word," she said.
"And you'll do anything I say?"
"Anything."
"What if I told you to take off the outfit? What then?"
"You might just save us. We could be free."
"Well... maybe I will. But not just yet," Jerry grinned wickedly. "If I'm
going to have my way with you, then I want it to be now. Opportunities
like this don't come along, well, ever!"
At that moment Jerry expected rage coming from Annabelle. But she just
kept smiling. In fact, she seemed happier than ever.
"So what do you want?" Annabelle said.
"Not you," Jerry responded. "You're too willing. I want her," he said,
pointing at Sarah.
Jerry unfastened his belt and lowered his pants revealing his manhood.
"Suck it. And, when you're done, swallow every drop. Waste not, want
not."
Sarah began to audibly sob as she, almost robotically, crawled towards
him. She got on her knees and, with the tears now flowing freely down her
cheeks, began to silently suck Jerry off.
It was the best blowjob of his entire life, not the least of which was
because of the complete control he had over the situation.
"So what do you think of our outfits?" Annabelle said.
"Love 'em," Jerry grunted as he Sarah continued to please him.
"Let's say you were to make one us wear a different kind, though. What
kind of maid uniform would you like?"
"I dunno."
"Indulge me," Annabelle said, smiling wryly. "Be as explicit and perverse
as you can. It'll make this even more fun. Promise. What kind of maid
uniform would you like?"
"Well..." Jerry was thoughtful for a moment, despite what was happening on
his crotch. "I like what you're wearing, but it should be more extreme.
Like, you should be corseted as tight as you can. You know, so your waist
is real small. And those heels, they'd be like, stripper heels, ya know?
Like over six inches."
"Anything else?"
"Well these things can do anything, right?"
"Haven't disappointed so far."
"Well then you'd be kind of like an Asian girl - wide eyes, big cheeks,
and juicy red lips. And your breasts would be even bigger, and your hips
and your ass would be real thick and wide, too. And instead of just
getting rubbed up front, you'd have a big dildo jammed up your ass that
you could never get to, just going in and out and in and out, until you
felt like you were gonna explode."
"But we'd still have to do anything anyone asked, right? No matter how
sadistic?"
"You bet, darlin'."
Annabelle sighed and smiled. "That's perfect, Jerry. Just perfect. In
fact, I couldn't have come up with anything better myself. What about
you, Sarah?"
"Nope. Perfect."
That's when Jerry noticed something. Sarah had stopped sucking his dick -
and he hadn't even gotten off yet. She just stood there, smiling at him
just like Annabelle had been the entire time.
"Who told you to stop?"
"Nobody, moron," Sarah said, her smiling vanishing, her lips growing thin
and cruel. "I don't listen to you anymore."
"And neither will anyone else ever again," Annabelle chimed in.
"What are you babbling about?" Jerry demanded.
"Well, Jerry. Jer. The Jer-ster. You see... we lied. Oh, sure, we're
trapped like rats in these awful get-ups and we have been for a very long
time. But they don't make us do whatever anyone asks!"
"Nope!" Sarah chimed in.
"In fact," Annabelle continued, "we've sort of become simpatico with the
horrible things. We're so close, that we can sense what they want. And
what they wanted, was a man."
"But not any man," Sarah piped up. "The most cruel kind of man, the kind
who would sooner rape a mug victim than help her out. And after years of
searching, we finally found you."
That's when Jerry first started to notice it. His chest. It was itching
like crazy.
"What?! What did you do to me!" Jerry shouted.
"Us?" Annabelle pouted, innocently. "We didn't do a thing, Jerry. This
one's all YOU."
"I don't understand," Jerry squeaked, feeling the burning and itchy
sensation travel all across his body.
Annabelle got real close to Jerry and whispered in his ear, "What kind of
maid uniform would you like?"
Jerry's eyes went wide.
He ran into the bathroom and could see the changes were already
happening. His wide eyes? That was literal as they had grown big and
almond-shaped. And the hair on his body had, as far is he could tell, all
fallen off.
Jerry reached into his boxers and was relieved to find his cock was still
there. But the relief didn't last long. He felt a kind of pulling
sensation as his hips were drawn further and further outward. He turned
around and could see his behind stretching against the fabric of his
underwear.
He turned back to face front as he felt the same feeling of fabric
stretching across his chest. Sure enough, he'd grown a voluptuous pair of
triple G tits.
He stared at this hourglass-shaped Asian girl. At some point, when he
wasn't looking, her eyes face had become fully made up, especially her
lips, which were thick, juicy, and blood red.
She was him and she was all woman.
Well, except for one part.
"Oh, look," Sarah said as she and Annabelle entered the bathroom, "he's
still got his little wiener there."
"You know, I kind of like it better that way," Sarah grinned.
"Please," Jerry cried, his voice now several octaves higher than it had
been before. "Stop this."
"Why should we?" Annabelle asked, crossing her arms over her chest.
"I could still help you. We could help each other! Remember? You said I
could command you to take off your uniforms!"
"Yes, and we told you that we lied about that part. Do pay attention,
JERRY," Sarah said, pressing her finger against Jerry's forehead.
"It's too late."
Jery ran back towards the bedroom as though, somehow, if he changed where
he was, that would make a difference.
But no dice.
It began slowly at first. His boxers began to reshape themselves into
full, black satin panties. And as the hitched tightly across his very
round rump, his socks began to stretch up his legs, turning sheer. As
they reached thigh length, the stopped just in time for a newly-formed
garter belt to stretch down and fasten itself against Jerry's hosiery.
Jerry looked on in horror as his t-shirt began to press tightly against
his abdomen, forming a corset. Vice-like, it gripped Jerry tighter and
tighter until he could barely breath. When it was finished, Jerry's waste
was whisper thin.
Then the uniform began to sprout out from the corset, like blooming
flower. First downward to form a tiny skirt with layer after layer of
tulle pushing the slip of black fabric outward so that Jerry's panties
would always be in broad view if he so much as bent over even in the
slightest. Then it crept up, white piping adorning his breasts as the
uniform gently cupped around them before settling as two poofs on his
shoulders.
Finally, Jerry could feel himself growing. No. Not growing. It was his
shoes. They had turned a shiny, patent leather with a padlock adorned on
each one as the heel slowly grew until it was well over six inches.
It was done. And Jerry immediately began to tear at his new prison. But
no matter how hard he tried, nothing would pull it away even in the
slightest. It was a part of him now.
"Oh, stop it. You're boring us," Annabelle announced.
And, with that, Jerry did stop, his hands suddenly finding themselves
unmoving against his cartoonishly wide hips.
"What?" Jerry sobbed. "But I thought you said these outfits couldn't
control what we do?"
"I said they couldn't control what we - Sarah and I - do," Sarah said
smugly. "But when you made yours, you specifically said you wanted the
uniform to control all actions, no matter how sadistic."
Jerry was in shock.
"Oops!" Sarah said as both she and Annabelle burst into laughter.
In that moment, there was a knock at the door.
"Ah!" Annabelle said. "Our man of the hour has arrived."
She opened the door revealing Paul!
"Heya, buddy," he said, a shit-eating grin on his face. "So what do you
think of my girls? Aren't they something?"
"You knew!" Jerry said incredulously.
"Oh, I've known Annabelle and Sarah for months now. You see, I did meet
them after finding that craigslist ad. But the difference between you and
me is - I actually tried to help them. And I suppose I did, in a manner
of speaking. Because I was able to help them orgasm, something that
Sarah, especially, hadn't done in a very, very long time. And then,
Jerry, I helped them find... you. The worst man I've ever known. The only
person, in fact, that I genuinely thought deserved it."
"And now it's time to see if it all paid off," Sarah said, draping
herself over Paul's shoulders.
"Get on your knees," Paul commanded as he began to pull down his pants.
And, on cue, Jerry did exactly that.
"Oh, my god," Annabelle cried out. "It's stopped moving!"
"Mine, too!" Sarah screamed.
And, just like that, Sarah and Annabelle's clothes transformed into
something entirely average. They hugged each other, crying. They were
free. FREE.
The only one who was still a prisoner was Jerry.
"Well," Annabelle said. "We'll leave you two love birds alone."
Sarah pecked Paul on the cheek, and she and Annabelle left the motel room
laughing all the way.
"Please, Paul," Jerry pleaded. "Please don't do this. You've got to help
me."
Just then the final part of Jerry's transformation happened - the uniform
began stroking him. It fondled his breasts, it rubbed up and down the
shaft of his cock. And, just to finish off, Jerry felt a giant dildo
press all the way into his awaiting asshole before disappearing inside
him with a POP!
As the dildo burrowed in and out of Jerry, Paul pulled out his cock and
smiled.
"Suck it."
THE END.
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