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“Clara…! Ugh… Come to my side.” The voice of the count Victor Gerosta rang through the estate, though not as booming as usual. And even after Denis arrived, he could tell that something wasn’t right, as the count looked much paler than usual… and that is saying something for someone that looks like a vampire most of the time.

“Uhm… You called, my count? Also my name is Denis, not Clara.” The servant wasn’t exactly happy about being called by that made up name, but this time he had something more pressing to ask the count. “Did something happen? You don’t look well.”

“I have had restless nights for the last few days, and even the doctor didn’t have any worthwhile medicine for me to take…” The Count groaned, making Denis' eyes go wide. Denis had never heard of the count getting sick, not even once did he have the slightest sign of any health depriment.

“...and have you found any way to get healthier again?” Denis asked, because what else was he going to do? After all, when the count summons him, then it usually means that he has plans for Denis.

"Indeed... According to the doctor, a full night of sleep should heal me back to full! Yet it just won't be granted for me, for some undevily reason…” The count spoke, putting one arm against his forehead, as if he really had a massive headache. But then the count immediately looked up to Denis again and followed up with. “And if I can't achieve that for myself, then I'll just have to help myself out. No, YOU shall help me finally get the rest I deserve.”

The count snapped his finger, causing a cold shower to run over Denis’ back. And all he could think of once again was ‘...What does this guy even want from me now…?’

Almost immediately Denis could feel his body contort in a way that was all too familiar to him, yet also somewhat different. The air started to circulate around Denis faster and faster, almost like a small tornado was starting to form around him. The pressure of it felt about just as pleasant as it did unpleasant, as it did feel like it tried to compress his body, but at the same time his body just gave in and shrank, which tended to negate the weird feelings.

Though the pull force of the tornado did more than first meets the eye, because as the wind rolled over Denis' skin again and again, most of his hair across his body simply got blown away, lost to wind so to speak. Just like the blemishes and imperfections all over… just blown away.

Denis held his hand into the spiraling winds for a moment, before realizing what an absolutely ‘brilliant’ idea that was, as it took him approximately two seconds that his hands had now shrunk to dainty levels and his arms were now deflating all of his muscles away. And when it finally stopped, it was like the diameter of his arm had been cut in half.

His shoulders weren’t much better off either, as when his arms finished shrinking, they started narrowing as well, though this time, at least his behind began to swell in order to counteract his loss of mass. Which now that Denis was thinking more about it wasn’t actually a good thing.

Denis really wanted to say that he was used to these kind of changes already and could just play it cool as his thighs started to inflate like helium balloons, but there was just something about it that just never let him take this one well. Maybe it was his now pillowy thighs, maybe it was about his ass that just couldn't stay put and absolutely needed to expand backwards when nobody was looking. Or it was just because he knew what usually followed a thigh and ass transformation…

“Ugh… I knew it…” Denis sighed, having called it perfectly and even decided to help it along, as he knew that his dick was not long for this world. Pressing his thighs together made it feel like he was indirectly masturbating with the last traces of his manliness, before it inevitably slipped away and he had once again been turned into a maid for real.

“Now then, my dear Clara… Ugh… my head…” The count moaned, almost tumbling to the ground, but catching himself last second. “I am… not well. Clara… I command you… to help me…”

“Uhm… how?!?” Denis responded, panicking because he really didn’t want to get hit by the wrath of the count just because his instructions were unclear.

“I have heard… that the beings with the most beautiful songs… are birds. Sirens. Harpies…” he let out softly, then turned around and walked up the stairs with heavy steps, holding on the guardrail before snapping his finger one more time, then saying: “Those beings can send anyone into the world of dreams… You shall become one of them… I’ll be waiting… in my room…”

Suddenly the tornado started to spin even harder than before, but mostly only around Denis’... well, might as well go with Clara now… Clara’s head. Her hair got ruffed up instantly and started to go all over the place, almost looking like it was also growing at the same time. And turning orange… What was that count thinking?!?

Though the magic didn’t let up, as the moment she got control of her hair again, the magical tornado went straight for her feet. It only took seconds before her shoes got decimated as her feet turned into bird-like talons, with the scales of them quickly spreading upwards.

Floof!

“Uwa!” Clara yelped as two massive additional appendages sprouted out from behind her back and quickly grew larger. Feathers grew at a rapid pace as well, which caused Clara to realize that she could move them relatively freely. She had just grown her very own wings just now, and was also incredibly happy that they were on the back, since she had heard that most harpies actually have wings instead of arms usually.

Yet the magic stopped right then and there, leaving her as a somewhat confused, but not at all mind controlled harpy on the castle floor. Like, she still even remembered her old name, which is something that usually never happens, which told her just how sick the count really was.

“I could probably try to run away now, but who knows what the count would do when he found out.” Clara mumbled, making sure nobody could hear her, before signing. “Guess that no matter what I decide to do, I should first at least try to put the count to sleep…”

And thus she went upstairs, ready to tend to the count who was eagerly awaiting her arrival.

“H-Hello again, my count. Uhm… I don’t know if I am really qualified to sing you to sleep, since I am not really the greatest singer usually, but I can try…?”

“Oh, you will sing for me. Right here, right now! No more daddling!” He instantly answered and then snapped his fingers, causing Clara’s throat to tingle for the slightest moments.

She tried to speak in protest and confusion, but no words left her mouth. Only verses upon verses of an unbelievably beautiful singing voice left her mouth, making her also almost unable to stop herself from actually continuing. It was as if her song was so hypnotic that even the singer herself was affected.

Yet, about half an hour filled with beautiful tunes later, she managed to get a hold of herself again and realized something amazing…

—

“Holy shit! I can’t believe that actually worked!” Clara let out, fluttering through the sky free from the castle once and for all. “The count is deep asleep and I can escape! I might be a harpy now, but who cares? I am finally out!”

“Also flying feels so great! I can’t believe how liberated this makes me feel, even if my chest does feel a bit uncomfortable…” She let out, then realized that what she was saying did not make much sense. After all, the count didn’t really touch her chest. She was still flat as a board. Except…

…

Oh no.

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Clara collapsed into her bed, squishing her larger than her head breasts together as she laid upon them. Turned out, the count had one final trick up his sleeve, that Clara just didn’t anticipate., because if she would try to run away, the tornado magic of the count would automatically activate, tell the count exactly where she was and inflate her breasts and ass for good measure.

Now here she was, lying in her bed with ridiculous boobs and an even bigger ass that doesn’t even fit into her maid uniform anymore. And what is worse is that the count not only got his dumb sleep, felt much better after only like two hours and then found Clara and brought her back to his castle in like five minutes. This escape really didn’t work as well as she had hoped.

Now she had earned herself a second day as an overly sexualized harpy that couldn’t even fly anymore because her body was too heavy. But that didn’t even bother Clara all that much.

Why? Because even if she couldn’t fly, this body was all in all quite pleasant to be in and at least now she doesn’t have to fear the count turning her into something worse tomorrow. Maybe she should really try to run away more often, as when the count makes a mistake, she could really get away for good.

Though not tomorrow, because she really, really doesn’t need her ass to get any bigger than it already is…

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In the next episode of All purpose maid: What? Count Victor Gerosta is sick? Or is he just sleep deprived? In either case he really seems to need a good night's sleep.

But who is going to sing him into the dreamland?

Next time: All Purpose maid - Sleeping troubles (Tg)!

Maybe this is the chance to finally escape!