Color - The Caretaker 01 (Patreon)

It was the first day of my new job. At least I hoped it would be. I was here, in front of this palace of a house, about to meet my prospective employers for the first time. My sister, Danni, had recommended me to be a caretaker for their daughter due to my background as a paramedic. She failed to explain why the daughter needed a caretaker, but I figured the job couldn't be too bad. I had kind of grumbled when she explained she told the couple I was gay. She claimed she'd done it to put their minds at ease since I'd be taking care of their daughter, and I guess it must have worked because they called me to come meet them. And, well, here I am, knocking on their door.

A tall, broad shouldered gentleman opened the door. He was very affable yet still had a very imposing nature. Once inside he introduced me to his wife and the three of us sat down and had a very nice conversation. They really liked that I had medical training and commented on how friendly and cheerful I was. They didn't mention anything about my being gay, and I wasn't about to bring it up either.

After the interview, a maid led me upstairs to my new charge. "You know, no one explained to me why Norah needs a caretaker. I know it's not necessarily your job to explain it to me, but do you think you could?"

The maid turned around and shook her head in disbelief. "Miss Norah suffered an accidental mutation. A mutation that wasn't exactly genetic, and it...didn't work out so well. Though that's best to stay between us." That was all she said before leading me a few more steps to the door of a bedroom that was at least three times the size of my entire apartment.

When I entered I saw a girl across the room, leaning on the bed and looking out a window somewhat forlornly.

I studied the girl as we approached her. She had no arms or legs, and under her nightgown, I could see that it was not the only change. When I got closer to the bed, she slowly turned to see me. Her face was very beautiful, although her gaze was icy.

“Miss Norah, this is your new personal assistant. He will start working with you today,” said the maid.

"A man? Really?" Norah said mockingly. "What bug has bitten my parents to accept a man?"

"Young Victor meets all the requirements to take good care of you", said the maid. "Besides, you shouldn't worry about him, he's not into women."

Norah looked me up and down, her eyebrows raised in disbelief. "You're gay?"

“Uh, yeah, I am. I hope that doesn't bother you,” I replied.

Norah looked at me for a few seconds and then told the maid to leave us alone. Once she left, Norah turned to me with a sly smile. "Well Victor, I think we might get along alright. I want you to start immediately," she said with a very decisive tone. "Take me to the bathroom. I need you to bathe me."

I tried to scoop her up as carefully and respectfully as I could. Her skin was so soft and warm, and she had an exquisite scent.

“You seem nervous,” she said, “You were supposed to have experience caring for people, or is it something else bothering you?” she all but snapped.

“Not at all, Miss Norah. I'm just a little out of practice, that's all."

I took her to the bathroom and placed her on a specially adapted counter that had a tall marble tub. When I took off her nightgown I could see the full extent of her mutations. Aside from the obvious lack of arms and legs, she had a strangely mutated body. Her original pair of breasts was quite large, with two nipples on her right breast and a kind of dick-nipple on the left. Below them, she had four smaller breasts arranged in a chaotic fashion. At the base of her body, two penises rested above two vaginas, and I could see that there was another vagina in the middle of her breasts. I had seen some examples of extreme mutations in class, but this chaos was a sure sign of mutagen's damaging effects.

I gathered Nora's hair as best I could and began to wash her little body with warm water, trying to touch her as little as possible.

"You must wash between my breasts or I won't be clean," she snapped. I gulped and began to sponge and soap between her breasts. Despite my best efforts, I couldn't help but blush a little. "What's wrong Victor? Is the sight of my penises turning you on?” she asked. When she mentioned them I couldn't help but look and notice that all three of them were hard.

My blush deepened. "Y-yeah," I stammered out. I hated lying, but I had to thanks to my sister.

Norah sighed. "Victor, stop lying. I know you're not gay,” she said with her usual icy look. "It's obvious… any woman would notice."

"W-what, of course I'm gay, I'm super gay!" I said.

She looked at me with a smirk, clearly not believing a word I said. "Don't worry silly. I won't tell my parents. In fact, I am quite glad that you're not” she tried to sit up as best as her torso allowed her and smiled. "Do you find me attractive?" She asked.

"What? What do you mean?” I asked, surprised.

She rolled her eyes. “Does my strange form repulse you?

"It's an unusual shape I admit. I haven't really seen mutants like you before, but you don't repulse me at all to be honest," I said and suddenly became aware that my own erection was very noticeable.

Norah just laughed softly. "Victor, I'll be honest with you. I have needs, needs that I have not been able to meet since my 'accident' with the mutagen and I don't mean things the maid could take care of. I have sexual needs too and simply mastur bating doesn't cut it. Even if I give myself a blow job." she said with a totally straight face.

"I see. Wait, you do what?!" I asked surprised. When I saw her gesture of disgust at my question, I changed it. "What happened to you with the mutagen?"

“Well… it's what happens when you have a lot of money and you start experimenting in a dangerous way. Some of my ex-friends started drugs, I found mutagen. I thought it would be interesting to know how mutants feel. The first dose transformed me into a powerful, multi-armed naga. The second dose transformed me into a hermaphroditic humantaur and I had an interesting orgy with a couple of my friends. I know I tried my luck trying a third dose considering the risks, but I couldn't help it… and here I am as you see me. It turns out that my body couldn't resist it, and now here I am," she said. I think this was the first time her tone sounded relaxed the entire time we were talking.

“Mutagen is dangerous. Natural mutations prepare the body in advance and have evolutionary advantages, but mutagen causes abrupt changes, without prior preparation and can cause very serious damage and cases where the person can see their own body seriously affected..." I stopped talking when I noticed the icy glare return to her eyes.

"I clearly don't need you to teach me how one can be affected by mutagen," she spat. "My parents now have me locked up here and practically forgotten, but everything will change from today."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

“There are two things. First, in addition to things my parents hired you to do, I want you to be my lover. I'll treat you well and see that all your needs are met as well as mine, of course," she blushed even as she all but commanded this. "Don't and I'll tell my parents you lied about being gay and then it's bye bye job."

“Ok, ok. I accept that term, no threat necessary," I said blushing. I could tell her smile was genuine.

"Magnificent. And second, you will help me get more mutagen,” she said. There was a mischievous smile on her face, but she was very clearly serious.

"WHAT?! Are you insane? Look what it did to you already," I replied. "In your state, if you use more mutagen the chances that you will be even worse are..."

"80%? I know, but I will take that risk and you will help me," she said.

I took a deep breath and sighed. I think my life just got a lot more complicated.