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“No, no, no, no!” Ben winced as the shrill voice and harsh clacking of Miss Gretchen’s heels scurried its way behind him. “What the hell is wrong with you? It’s like you forgot how to do anything of use!” The back of her hand struck the back of Ben’s head, not hard enough to leave a mark but hard enough to sting for a good while. She then reached around Ben and snatched the furniture polish and rag from his hands. “Grab a rag and go scrub the bathroom floors and by the time you’re done with that you better remember how to do your job.”

Ben winced as the head maid berated him. He had gotten her riled up to the point where small splatters of her spit landed on his face. “Yes, headmaid Gretchen.” He meekly answered her as he squeezed his way past the old woman and made his way to the lavatory. The door to the bathroom creaked as it closed itself behind him and as he turned to grab a cleaning rag he was hit with a sight he was not yet familiar with. Looking back at him through the mirror was a body that did not feel like his yet it followed his every move as he straightened his posture and, with his free hand, bruised his hair out of his face. Staring back at him was a copper haired woman with green eyes wearing a light and frilly maid costume which accentuated her sizable bosom named Sophia. Ben sighed. “I don’t think I’m ever going to get used to that.” He dropped to his knees and leaned over the floor to begin scrubbing the bathroom tiles. The scrubbing movement of his arms bumped into the side of his impressively heavy breasts causing them to swing like the large fat filled pendulums they are.

It all started about two weeks ago when Ben was having his personal maid collected the dirty dishes from his supper. In the midst of collecting plates he noticed her stand up straight and stretch her shoulders backwards, mentioning how sore they are. That’s when Ben had royally messed up. His spoiled ass simply had to make a comment about how being his personal maid, a position that came with what he considered were perks compared to the other maids tasks, couldn’t be any harder than what was expected of him. Sophia had taken that as a challenge, asking him if he’d be willing to put his money where his mouth was. Now Ben was thinking that he’d simply do some of her tasks and she’d do some of his and they’d see who had it harder but that’s not what happened. Sophia procured two necklaces from her cleavage and ushered him to put one on. Wanting to humor her he grabbed the necklace from her and clasped it’s chain around his neck and watched her do the same. Once her hands left the piece of neckwear Ben felt an insurmountable crash of vertigo wash over him as he collapsed to the floor. When he came to he looked across the room at his own body moving of its own volition and when he looked down he saw two large breasts strapped to his chest held up by a maid dress which showed off a fair amount of cleavage. When he looked back up at Sophia in his own body she had slipped the necklace that swapped their bodies into her breast pocket.

“And now I’m stuck scrubbing urine off these grimey floors!” Ben vigorously scrubbed the lavatories tile floor, something which he felt was beneath the future paper mill baron of his rightful estate. He hardly would have noticed that in his fit of pent up rage he had already completed his chore if it wasn't for how sore his knees and shoulders had gotten from being pressed into the hard floor and holding up the tremendous weight of his mammaries respectively.

“Well-” Miss Gretchen’s shrill voice lingered in the air. “I see you’re not bloody useless after all!” He heels clacked against the freshly hand cleaned tiles as she did her rounds inspecting Ben’s work. She seemed rather impressed with his work until the faintest hint of a smile vanished from her face and was replaced with a scowl. “It’s a good thing you suddenly remember how to do your damn job Sophia as Young Master Ben requested for you to return to your duties as his personal assistant.” Her steel eyes bored holes into Ben’s sole as she watched him get up from the floor and brush dirt and grime from her apron. “He requested you wear the uniform he provided for you. You can find it in your room. Chop, chop. Don’t keep him waiting!”

Ben nodded and turned to leave the bathroom, silently dropping her used cleaning rag into a nearby hamper. He made his way to Sophia’s personal bedroom, a small room barely larger enough to hold a bed, desk, and a hint of walking space Her own heels clacked awkwardly against the wood floor causing her ill-supported bosom to bounce with every step as he still wasn’t quite used to his current bodies different center of mass nor was he used to walking in anything other than platforms shoes. Once inside Sophia’s room he was immediately in front of a small, nicely wrapped, pink present tied up in a red ribbon which elicited a roll of Ben’s eyes. After shutting the door behind him he began to unwrap the present which Sophia had left for him, first unraveling the ribbon and tearing the pastel wrapping paper free from the parcel before opening the box and removing the tissue paper. As he pulled out the outfit it unfurled before him showing him exactly what Sophia had in mind. Hanging from a metal hanger was what Ben could only describe as a ‘maid bikini’. The outfit came with a headdress, white shrug, a small ribbon laced apron which would hardly cover his groin, and two frilly triangles held together by thin string which were meant to ‘keep’ his modesty for his chest. “Wait…” Ben flipped the outfit around and lifted the apron, “Where’s the bottoms? Does she expect me to just arrive with my butt out?” He looked down and noticed an envelope which he had somehow missed-

“Dear ‘Sophia’,

Please wear the provided uniform. Nothing more. Nothing less.

♥ ‘Ben’.”

-Ben dropped the envelope onto his bed and rubbed his eyes. “What the hell does she have planned?!” He reluctantly stripped from his traditional maid dress and began donning the ‘oh so tasteful’ scraps of lewd clothing. The cups of his bra did little to support his F-cup knockers and with his plump ass exposed to the cool air, accentuated by the tasteful bow the aprons ribbon made, he felt practically nude. In fact, he was rather sure that wearing nothing at all would somehow feel less ‘nude’ than what he was currently being forced to wear. He exhaled sharply, steeling himself for the trek to his old bedroom. “Come on Ben. You got this!” He pushed the door open and began making his way down the halls to his old room. Now outside of the safety and privacy of Sophia’s bedroom he could feel the unbearable weight of embarrassment weigh on his mind. His cheeks flushed a deep red and his hands crept down to the bottom of his apron to hold it firmly in place. Various of his estates employees gawked at him as he strutted his way up to the second floor and to his own bedroom which he entered without knocking.

“I can see why that old hag keeps complaining about you. Did I give you permission to knock?”

Ben cringed internally as it was still rather strange to hear his own voice speak to him but he quickly squashed those feelings. “Did you want me to stand out there practically naked!?” He watched as Sophia in his own body got up from her spot and set the wine glass down onto a nearby end table.

“I’m the young master of this estate so if I say you must knock before entering then you will knock.” Her eyes lowered, taking a mental note of what she made Ben put on her old body. “I knew that would look good on you though so… I guess I can let this digression pass.” She paused for a moment before leaning in close to her old ear, her warm breath tickling Ben’s tepid skin, and whispering in a hushed tone, “I can see why I was your favorite.”

“Wha-? What do you mean?” Ben stammered, gently pushing Sophia away from him. Despite what he said he knew that Sophia had already pieces everything together. His eyes glanced down at his old body's crotch, the growing bulge confirming his suspicions. He shut his eyes, only reopening them after he lifted his gaze from Sophia’s groin and was staring her in his old face. “I admit that your job is way harder than mine so… can we swap back? This outfit is…”

“Humiliating?” Sohpia finished Ben’s sentence for him. “Want to know what’s humiliating? Hearing from that hag, Miss Gretchen, that you’ve been ruining my reputation because you can’t clean nor cook anything properly.”

“That's not my fault! I-”

“Shush!” Sophia planted her pointer finger on Ben’s lips and held it there. “I wasn’t done speaking. Miss Gretchen asked me to fire you but I convinced her that I could get you to behave so… drop to your knees.” She lifted her finger only to twirl it and point towards the ground.

“You can’t be-”

“Knees. Now. I can always tell Gretchen that I was wrong.”

Sophia’s eyes glared down at Ben. They didn’t seem angry, they seemed… hungry. “Yes ma’am.” Ben meekly sputtered out as tears began welling up in his eyes. He slowly and gingerly got down on his knees but he couldn’t bring himself to look up at Sophia, instead choosing to stare down at her shoes. He winced as the sudden sound of wood dragging on wood filled the room as Soohia pulled a nearby chair over to her.

“It’s sir actually.” She plopped down onto the chair and spread her legs open wide. Ben still couldn’t bring himself to look his old body in the face as he heard Sophia undo her belt followed by the zipper of her pants being undone. She slid her hand through the opening in her pants and fished out what was once Ben’s manhood, letting the seven inches of his nearly soda can sized dick flop out and rest against his cheek. “I think you know what I want.”

“Yes sir…” Ben crawled forwards on his knees until he was as far forward as he could go and lifted his thighs until his torso was a bit higher than Sohpia’s crotch. He grabbed his old cock which twitched ever so slightly at his touch. He positioned it underneath his bosom and lowered himself back down, sliding the warm mass between his cleavage until the engorged head popped free from the top. He looked back up at Sophia who simply nodded back at him, encouraging him to continue which elicited a regretful sigh from Ben before he wrapped his mouth around it. “Mmph! Gah-” His jaw barely extended far enough open to fit his girthy manhood which meant the salty taste of sweat and musk had no escape from his mouth.

“And don’t you dare try and bite me!” Sophia piped up, drawing Ben’s tear welled eyes back up to her. “If you do, I might just lose my amulet in the bog.”

Ben whimpered before continuing his task of half titjob, half blowjob. His head bobbed up and down as he used his hands to squeeze his breasts around Sophia’s cock. The warm shaft tingled against his sensitive flesh in an almost pleasurable way which made Ben uneasy.

“Yeah~ Just like that~!” Sophia boasted, moaning at her first ever sexual experience as a man. She couldn’t help but grab the back of her old head and use her strength to control the pace of Ben’s sloppy fellatio. “Nngh~ You know~ In just the two weeks I’ve been you I’ve already managed to convince your father to let me have my own factory~”

“Mmgh-?” Ben mumbled. His inquiry caused his throat to vibrate around Sophia’s dick which caused it to lurch in his mouth.

“Yeah~ And what have you done~? Ruin my reputation~?” She let out another moan and shoved Ben’s head as far down her shaft as she could, smushing his face into his own cleavage. Her cock twitched and her balls clenched as the amateur blowjob brought her to orgasm. Ben fought against her steel grip on her head as she pumped at least two weeks of backed up cum down his throat. Once her balls were empty she released his head and relished in the sight of him pulling his head back and gasping for air while a fair bit of stray cum dribbled from his nose and past his lips. “Come here.” Sophia leaned forward in her chair and cupped Ben’s face in the palm of her hand, gently lifting his chin so that they were looking eye to eye. She brushed her thumb across his cheek, wiping away a mixture of semen and tears from his face. “So here’s how things are going to go. Because you're apparently incapable of doing any menial work and I don’t think you’d survive long without this job you're instead going to be my ‘personal assistant’ as I don’t mind cleaning up after myself.” She let go of Ben’s cheek and playfully tapped it before standing up and fixing her bottomwear. “Oh and tomorrow after your usual duties ‘Sophia’ I want you to wear that cute outfit I got for you and make sure to empty and clean your bowels. I want to try something new tomorrow.”