Countcap: The Mansion's Maids, Part 1 & 2 (TG, Bimbofication) (Patreon)

Part 1:

Jon stared, dumbstruck, at the luxury of the mansion. “Holy fuck,” he said, watching a buxom maid skip past him, her giant breasts bouncing up and down in what passed for her uniform. “Holy fuck, Melanie. This is amazing. How–?”

His girlfriend cut him off with a smile. “Magic,” she said simply. Still grinning, she marched across the luxurious living room, plopped her butt on the equally ornate couch, and held out her arms.

At once, twin gaggles of maids swarmed out of the nearby corridors and threw themselves at her. In seconds, she had one on each arm, one lapping at each breast, and another between her legs, head up her skirt. “They’re perfect, aren’t they?” she said, biting her lip. “And they’ll follow my every command, no matter how perverted.” She winked.

Jon gulped. “I can’t believe you’ve been hiding all this from me,” he said. “A whole mansion. A harem of beautiful maids. Is there anything else you’d like to tell me?”

“Oh, just the one thing: it’s over, Jon.”

Jon blinked. “Wh-what?”

Melanie gave him a thin smile. “It’s over, we’re finished, I’m breaking up with you. Get the message yet?”

He stepped back as if struck. “Wh-why did you bring me here to tell me this?”

Melanie grinned. “Oh, Jon. Where do you think all these beautiful maids came from?” She snapped her fingers.

Jon gasped as if someone had punched him in the stomach. Falling to his knees, he clasped his chest and moaned as his body pulsed, locks of blonde hair spilling over his face. Wh-what was–?

Heels clacked against the floor as Melanie stood and made her way over to him. “You knew I’d had lots of boyfriends before you,” she said, seizing him by the cheeks and forcing him to face her. “Didn’t you ever wonder what happened to them?”

She gave his cheeks a squeeze. Jon moaned.

With a sound like an imploding barrel, his waist caved in and his chest and hips exploded, tearing apart his clothes in their desperation to grow. Clasping his new breasts, Jon squealed at the feeling, and the voice that came out of his throat wasn’t his own.

As he panted for breath, a wave of tingling washed over his skin, and all the hairs covering his chin and limbs vanished. Beneath them, his muscle had faded, the skin turning soft and smooth and supple.

Heart pounding, Jon found his cock harder than ever. Just as he thought it would explode, it did the opposite. He screamed as it slammed into his groin, driving a wedge deep into his brain. All at once, his switches flipped. When she opened her mouth again, what came out was a moan.

Melanie snapped, and the tattered clothing of the buxom blonde on the floor came apart and swirled around her and finally slipped back together in the form of a tightly-fitting and very skimpy maid’s outfit. “Perfect,” she said. “Now, stand up and let me look at you.”

Her new maid grinned dumbly. “Like, okay, Mistress!”

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Part 2:

Dave heard a squeal from upstairs as he shut the front door behind him. “Melanie?” he called. “Melanie, is that you?” Another moan sounded and cut off abruptly. It didn’t sound like his girlfriend.

Heart pounding, David hurried up the stairs. “Melanie!” he cried, kicking open the bedroom door. “What are you–?”

He froze at what he found. A woman–not his girlfriend, but a beautiful, curvaceous blonde–lay tied to the bedposts, bound and blindfolded. His girlfriend stood over her, wearing nothing more than a black corset. In her hand, she held a riding crop–black as liquorice.

“Oh, hello, David,” she said, looking up at him. “I didn’t expect you to be back so soon.”

David swallowed, uncertain how to respond. “Who–who is–? What’s going on?”

Melanie gave him a reassuring smile. “This,” she said, stroking the blonde’s hair, “is my ex-boyfriend, Jon.”

David frowned. “Ex-boyfriend?”

“Mmn, that’s right. I turn all my lovers into sexy bimbo maids when I grow bored of them. Even you’re likely to end up a cute blonde slut someday.” She winked.

David’s cock twitched in his pants. He was dreaming, right? He had to be.

Seeing the bulge between his legs, Melanie laughed and strode over to him. “Mmm~,” she said, “now isn’t that an interesting sight? What’s making you so hard? Is it the look of little Jona’s drooling pussy? Or is it the thought of being trussed up and fucked just like her?”

David took a deep breath and swallowed. “I–” He closed his mouth. He honestly didn’t know the answer.

Melanie laughed. “Why don’t we find out?” she said, stooping and unbuckling his belt. “First, let’s see how much you enjoy fucking her. And then…” She unzipped his fly. “...We’ll see how much you enjoy being her.”

As she guided his cock out of his boxers, David moaned. The feeling of her fingers on his shaft… Oh God, and the thought of being tied up like the curvy blonde on the bed...

“Why don’t we ask Jona how she feels?” asked Melanie. Returning to the bed, she removed the blonde’s gag. “Jona dear, tell me: do you enjoy being my stupid, slutty maid? Or would you prefer to go back to being a man?”

Jona moaned. “N-no! No! I, like, love being your stupid, slutty maid, Mistress! Please, please, let me stay like this forever!”

Melanie smirked. “Well,” she said, turning back to David. “There’s your answer. Now, why don’t you climb up on that bed and give your cock a final use?”

Taking a deep breath, David leapt into the bed.