I mean- Who in their crazy mind would want to be a submissive maid? Right? Definitely not me, that's for sure…

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The roar of a vacuum filled the hallway as Ash slowly made their way through their friend's house cleaning the floors. The constant back and forth motion their arms made as they worked the vacuum would press into the side of their breasts, repeatedly nudging them to the left before letting them swing back to their natural position on their chest. Ash loved how absurdly giant they were on their petite frame, the hefty weight that pulled down on their shoulders and spine, and how they wobbled and bounced as they did their chores. Even now the two vegetable sacks of sensitive, womanly flesh were an inconvenience as they obscured Ash of seeing where exactly on the floor where they were vacuuming. Instead as they looked down all they could see was the long, deep cleavage of their exposed bosom framed by the frilly maid dress they were wearing. They couldn’t help but get rosy cheeked at the fact that they truly were theirs.

See, just a week ago Ash wasn’t the small, busty vixen they were today. No, a week ago they looked like your average everyday guy and you wouldn’t catch them dead wearing a maid dress. Ash had lost a bet with their friend Carter where the loser was to become the other person’s personal maid for an entire week that was compelled to obey all orders from their ‘master’ but everything was going according to their plan. They’d never admit it to anyone but Ash really liked the idea of being a submissive maid who was at the mercy of their master’s whims so… they orchestrated everything that led to them being able to indulge their secret fantasy. They were the one who brought up betting in the first place, they were the one who suggested the punishment for the loser, and of course they intentionally lost the bet so they could reap the rewards of their ‘punishment’. After a short trip down to the local ReForme clinic, so Ash could design their new feminine body and Carter could add the modifications to make them obey all of their commands, the ‘punishment’ began.

Ash woke up on Monday, the first day of their punishment, brimming with excitement for what the day would hold. Ash did their best to stifle that giddy feeling that swelled in their chest as they didn’t want Carter to find out about this little fetish of theirs. They threw on their maid dress and stepped out of the guest bedroom, heart pounding in their chest as they made their way to the kitchen. After a quick morning greeting Carter gave Ash their first command, ‘make us breakfast’. The command awoke something deeply implanted in their mind, like a sleeper agent hearing their trigger word. ‘Make us breakfast’, the words drowned out all other background thoughts making it hard to focus on anything. Each step towards achieving that command made their head feel fuzzy and tingles dance across their skin. Ash grabbed the ingredients from the pantry and fridge followed by some pans and mixing bowls from the cabinets to make pancakes, bacon, and eggs. Mixing the pancake batter was their first experience working around the inconvenience their cumbersome boobs caused as they had to adapt and hold the mixing bowl off to the side and even then giving the batter a vigorous stir made them wobble and jiggle on their chest. Before Ash knew it they had breakfast all cooked up and had placed a plate in front of Carter when the command dissipated from their mind. The rest of the day was nothing special as the two of them hung out with Carter making Ash fetch him snacks and drinks as well as do his laundry and cook every meal for him. The following five days were, much to Ash’s dismay, nothing special either. Being commanded around, forced to do chores big and small as well as other occasional menial tasks did scratch an itch for part of Ash’s fantasy but Carter wasn’t playing along as they hoped too. The only thing that changed as the week progressed is that Carter got a bit more brave with how many, and what chores he asked Ash to do.

It was Ash’s last day to get a chance to really live out their fantasy, to push Carter in the right direction to make being a submissive maid complete and Ash had just the idea in mind to achieve that. They continued down the hallway, vacuuming the floor until they got to a display case full of trinkets Carter had collected over the years. Ash vacuumed around the piece of furniture and once they had passed it they stood, with their back facing the side of the display case they put their plan into action. “Whoops!” Ash shouted as they backed up into the display case to tilt it over. As it fell over Ash lost their balance, landing on the soft carpeted floor right as the display case crashed down.

Kssshhhhk! Glass shattered as figurines, collectibles, and signed goods scattered across the floor amongst the glass shards. Immediately Ash heard the sound of footsteps approaching as Carter called out across the house, “Ash! Are you okay?!” Ash picked themselves up off the floor and onto their knees right at the same time that Carter bounded around the corner and saw what happened. “What the-?! How did this happen?”

“Well I-” Ash felt their heart pounding in their chest, each heartbeat ringing out in their ears. This was it! This was their chance! “I uh… bumped into it while I was vacuuming…”

“Bumped into it?” Carter’s eyes scanned the mess on the floor, baffled by Ash’s statement. “That thing was heavy! There’s no way that’s true.”

“I, um- Uh…” Ash stammered. They didn’t know how to answer Carter’s claims, flustering them as things quickly got out of their control. And Carter’s intent glare wasn’t helping them at all.

“Be honest. How did my display case fall over?”

‘Be honest’. Ash’s eyes went wide as the familiar feeling of being given a command washed over them. ‘Be honest’. Echoed in their mind, growing louder and louder. They didn’t want to tell him the truth but- Ash shrunk under the intense scorn Carter directed at them and brought their hands up to their chest and nervously tapped the tip of their index fingers together. “I… I knocked it over on purpose.” Ash flinched as they admitted it.

“On purpose?!” Carter threw his hands up in the air, turned away from Ash as he ran his hand through his hair, then returned his attention towards Ash. “Why would you do that?”

‘Be honest’ rang throughout Ash’s mind again as Carter asked them another question. They bit their lip and held their mouth shut until ‘be honest’ overtook most of their thoughts. “I wanted you to, um… to punish me.” Ash’s hands flew to cover their mouth but they had already snitched on themselves.

Carter stared blankly at Ash, blinking slowly while the gears in his brain tried to make sense of what Ash had just told him. “Punish you? You destroyed things I can’t replace, of course you’re gonna have to pay it back-” Carter cut himself off before he could finish what he was saying. He looked up, making his eyes meet Ash’s who averted their eyes immediately. “You like this, don’t you?”

“No! I-” Ash winced as ‘be honest’ rang loudly in their head. “Yeah?… So?” Ash’s cheeks burned with embarrassment but their chest heaved as their breathing became heavy.

“Oh my god!” Carter let out a strained half-laugh. “It all makes sense! The bet, the big tits you gave yourself, how happy you’ve been this week,” Ash’s face grew more and more red with each thing Carter listed off, telling him that he was hitting the nail right on the head with his deduction, “those moans coming from the guest bedroom! I thought you were just curious but no, this made you excited. I’m right, aren’t I?”

Ash couldn’t bear to look at Carter, they were far too embarrassed and if it weren’t for the incessant ‘be honest’ repeating in their head they wouldn’t have answered at all. So Ash instead gave a weak nod to make their mind at ease.

“Get up.”

Ash didn’t want to but the short-lived peace of their mind was ruined by the new command echoing in their head forcing them to eventually stand up on their feet.

“Is this what you wanted?” Carter watched as Ash gave another meek nod. “Do you… want to stay like this?” This time Ash didn’t nod. Carter watched their entire face practically turn red as they held their legs together.

“Ye- yeah…”

They stood in silence for a solid few moments, Ash staring at the ground and Carter staring at them. It was a lot for Carter to take in all at once. He was trying to comprehend exactly what Ash was trying to make happen, by what they meant by ‘wanting to be punished’ and when he finally pieced it together his lips curled into a devilish smirk. He knew exactly what to do. “Do you want to know what it feels like to be a woman?”

“What?! You can’t just-” Ash looked up at Carter, baffled and flustered that he’d even ask such a thing but the command to ‘be honest’ returned louder this time as they tried to fight it. “I- I guess s-… Yeah…” They hung their head in shame, again averting their gaze away from Carter.

Carter ignored Ash’s answer but mentally noted it as he moved on. “Okay. Anyways, you’re going to clean up this mess and after that you’re going to go down to the furniture store and buy me a new display case.”

“Go down to-? You can’t be serious! Dressed like this?”

Carter nodded. “I wasn’t asking. And if anyone asks why you’re dressed like that you’re to tell them you dress like that for me, your master.”

Ash didn’t need to be told that Carter wasn’t asking as the damn commands started to fill their mind but the thought of being out in public like this let them keep it at bay for now. “That’s not fair! You’re taking this too far!”

“Hmm… I don't think I am. You’re the one who asked to be punished.” Carter watched with sadistic joy as Ash closed their mouth and pouted back at him. “Maybe it is a bit harsh though. If you do all of that and do it well, we can make you learn what it feels like to be a woman after you’re done cleaning up from dinner.” Ash perked up a bit and untensed their shoulders at the mention of committing some carnal sin. Carter could tell they were resisting the commands he was relaying to her far less now. “Now chop chop. We don’t want this to run over into tomorrow because on top of your chores you’ll also be finding replacements for what you broke.”

“Tomorrow?” Ash looked up at Carter and gave him a look of confusion.

“Yup.” Carter turned and began walking away from Ash and the mess they needed to clean up. “And everyday after that, just like you wanted.” He didn’t have to turn back at Ash to know how flustered and probably excited he had made them. But if this is what they wanted he had no problems giving it to them.