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TF Quickies: Goth Maid

Content Spoilers: This story contains fetish material involving minor magical body alteration, breast expansion, ass expansion, light dom/sub themes and just a little bit of slime. A few surprise kinks are mentioned, very briefly. Enjoy!

Eleanor was staring in confusion at the two objects in her hands. One was a small, silver tube of black lipstick in which her name was engraved in ornate cursive. The second was a small black card with white inscriptions in the same handwriting.

YOUR UNIFORM

1- Apply lipstick.

2- Suckle on each finger.

3- With index finger, draw horizontal line above knee.

4- Finger sex. (Do NOT cum.)

5- Fondle breasts. (DO NOT CUM.)

6- Tap top of head.

7- Go to work with a smile!

This was more than a little strange. But then, strangeness was to be expected for someone working a summer job as a maid for the Dark Mistress.

This was her first day, and she was naturally quite nervous. Her friend Cindy had referred her here, and told her that not only was the pay incredible, but that this would in fact be the experience of her lifetime. It would be 'transformative,' she had said.

Eleanor had thought she would know what to expect. Cindy hadn't actually HIDDEN anything of her own experience here. She told Eleanor being one of the Mistress' maids was more or less prostitution, and that she had to entertain her employer and her guests sexually nearly every day. But despite the Mistress' insatiable lust, demonic powers and several other eccentricities, she was surprisingly considerate and generous, both as an employer and lover.

But of course, even knowing this hadn't made it easier for Eleanor to know what to do here. She had entered the mansion through a back door she had been given a key to, leading straight into a dressing room. There had been no one else there to greet her, and indeed very little in the room besides a chair and the dressing table on which she found the two items.

There was, of course, no trace of an actual uniform for her to put on.

Well, at least she had lipstick. She'd figure out the rest afterwards. She sat in the chair, looked at herself in the mirror, opened the tube of lipstick, finding it a glossy black, and brought it to her lips.

The moment the lipstick touched her lip, Eleanor felt herself jostled as she heard a loud tearing sound. In the snap of a finger, all of her clothes had practically exploded off of her, like a balloon popping, and vanished. But that wasn't all. She noticed that her now-naked body was paler than it normally was.

Eleanor's first, panicked reflex was to wipe the single spot of black lipstick off her lip. The moment she did, her clothes were sucked back into reality, and her skin had returned to normal. She looked at the card again, squinting.

Well... Okay.

She applied the lipstick in earnest. Once again, her clothes left her, and once again, her skin grew paler, getting gradually moreso. She also saw eyeliner apply itself out of nowhere, along with other, subtle makeup touches. Her hair shifted slightly, turning from an unremarkable auburn mass to an elegant, flawless jet-black pixie cut. A pair of inverted cross earrings formed into existence. Even her eyes were turning a striking shade of red.

Her skin had turned a nearly perfect white by the time she was done. It didn't look sickly, no, but instead almost shining, like a porcelain doll's, flawless and delicate-looking, even if Eleanor didn't feel especially delicate. The contrast from the black of her lipstick and hair was striking.

This was a start, whatever this even was. A uniform hadn't just appeared out of nowhere, but the magic at work had just convinced Eleanor she could trust the card's instructions to handle the rest. She checked. What was next? Ah, yes. 'Suckle on each finger.'

She examined her fingers for a moment before placing her index finger in her mouth. She then noticed that her lips was much more sensitive than they used to be, and so her finger lingered there for longer than she originally intended before she removed it.

Her fingernail had grown longer, pointier and was painted the same glossy black as her lips. Had she just spread it? That was certainly an unusual way to apply nail polish. But she didn't waste any time applying it to the other fingers, placing them in her mouth one by one, finishing with the thumb.

Once that finger left her lips, something startled Eleanor. Black latex had appeared at her fingertips and spread, like liquid, along her arm until it stopped just past her elbow, ending in a white lacy trim. She was wearing long black latex gloves now, smooth and tight enough that not a single wrinkle appeared in them even when she moved.

Excited, Eleanor repeated the process with her other hand, putting several fingers at once and seeing this also worked. Once again the black liquid spread and turned into gloves, and as she focused more on the sensation, she found she enjoyed it.

Next? Drawing a line over her knee, for some reason. Playfully, Eleanor decided to do it with both index fingers at once. She was unsure of what to expect, but placed them somewhere on her inner thighs and slid them outwards from there. As she did, a line of the black liquid lingered on her skin, then completed itself, wrapping around each leg. Like with the gloves, it spread down her legs like liquid latex, though aside from the black trim (which turned ornately lacy), it actually turned to a white creamy enough to contrast with her pristine skin.

When the liquid reached her feet, it expanded into two considerable globs. They turned black again, now coalescing into a pair of tall, black high heels with tiny bows adorned with silver skulls. Eleanor admired them for a second before looking at the card again.

'Finger sex. (Do NOT cum.)'

She was torn. This was certainly the strangest instruction yet, and while she had enjoyed this process so far, who knew what would happen next?

Oh, who was she kidding. She couldn't wait to find out! Eagerly, she plunged her fingers into her pussy, gasping deeply at the sensation.

Her gloved fingers were smooth and slick, this much she had at least half-expected, but they were also animated with a nimbleness and energy she had never had before. She plunged them in and out, finding nuances to her own pussy she had never even noticed, pinching her clit, reaching for her g-spot and finding ways to surprise even herself.

As she did this, the black of her gloves spread into a pair of strings wrapping themselves around her thighs. Soon, they had taken the form of an extremely lacy but also extremely small pair of panties, with Eleanor's hand within.

Should she stop now, Eleanor wondered? The card hadn't said when to stop, and it seemed summoning herself some panties was all this step consisted of. Eleanor didn't WANT to stop, but the card did at least specify not to cum.

Just as she pondered this, she felt herself shifting in her seat. But then, she hadn't even moved.

The feeling continued, and Eleanor saw why as she looked down: Her ass was slowly growing as her pleasure increased. She didn't really stop to ponder how much of a badonkadonk she really wanted, as she continued pleasuring herself in a way no other person or sex toy ever could. Her ass was starting to reach the edge of her seat, and she felt her wave of pressure start to crest-

DO NOT CUM.

She stopped abruptly, panting. She had just heard a voice in her head, feminine, undoubtedly the Mistress'. It carried a subtle menace. Eleanor didn't know what would have happened if she hadn't heeded the warning, but she didn't really wish to find out.

She took a moment to compose herself, waiting for her arousal to return to a more manageable level. And then came... Oh, yes! Playing with her breasts.

She clamped her hands down on her modest breasts, and began to fondle without hesitation or restraint. What happened next didn't even surprise her. The liquid flowed down from her hands, wrapped around to her back and gradually took shape as a corset, tightening to squeeze her waist down. As uncomfortable as Eleanor would have expected this to be, the corset that had warped her body merely felt like it fit her like a glove. Magic, she figured.

The latex spread upwards, blobbing up at the shoulders and remaining almost perfectly spherical, and also further downwards, flaring out elaborately into a voluminous, multilayered and EXTREMELY frilly black and white skirt.

But Eleanor was focusing her attention on her breasts. Just like her ass a moment ago, her breasts were gaining volume in her hands, spreading out her fingers as their cup sized worked their way up the alphabet. They felt incredibly sensitive in her hands, to the point where she simply knew she could cum just from fondling them. After all, the card had given a specific warning for this step too.

But then, she realized, it wasn't even the fondling or the sensitivity that was driving her mad right now. It was the feeling of growth. The bigger they got, the more pleasure she felt. She imagined herself growing out of control, losing her mind in bliss-

No, no, no! This was her first day of work. She couldn't disappoint the Dark Mistress by surrendering to her base urges like this!

She stopped.

Eleanor had shown more restraint than she had last time, much to her own chagrin. And yet... when she was done kneading her breasts, they were roughly the size of volleyballs. The moment she took her hands off of them, the hem of her corset readjusted itself, extending upwards and curving up to accommodate her new bust.

And now came the last step... Tapping her head. What new, wonderful change would occur now, after all this?

She patted her head gently. A maid's headdress sprang into place. That was it.

Well... Okay!

At least it had completed the look, and now Eleanor was ready to work. She got up from her seat and admired herself in the mirror, turning around to examine her demonic clothes and newfound, exaggerated curves. Truthfully, she realized that if she had seen a woman with this shape on the street, she would have been... confused, at the very best. But here, in the Dark Mistress' mansion? It carried a feeling of sexual avant-garde, of tantalizing, inhuman possibilities.

God, she was so horny right now. Maybe she could masturbate just a little bit more, or grow her breasts further and... and...

No, no! Bad Eleanor! She shook her head.

There was a knock on the door. It opened, and a figure in a uniform similar to Eleanor's walked in. She also had chalk-white skin and jet-black hair, worn in geometrically perfect curly pigtails of considerable volume and length, ending around her knees. Her headdress was framed by a pair of black goat's horns that seemed natural.

But the main difference was that the woman had a much more pronounced figure than Eleanor did, by an unreal margin. The woman's breasts were each a bit larger than beach balls, wobbling hypnotically with every one her movements. Her ass, hyperkinetic in a similar way, was big enough to lift the back of her skirt up almost entirely, and swallowed her panties to the point where it might as well have been bare. Oddly enough, the front of her skirt had a noticeable bulge in it, as if she either had a very large dick, or her clit had been enhanced to the point where she might as well.

She after taking stock of all this, Eleanor realized to her dismay, did she notice her friend's face.

"Cindy?!"

Cindy giggled and crossed her arms, finding space beneath her absurd, gravity-defying bust. This lifted her chest enough to expose thimble-sized, erect nipples.

"How do I look? A little different, right?" She grinned. "I did tell you working for the Mistress would really be transformative, didn't I?"

"...Can I cum yet?" Eleanor asked, surprising even herself. She knew it was an inappropriate question, but it was at the forefront of her mind right now. Cindy shook her head no, but extended her gloved hand towards Eleanor's.

"Not just yet. If you ever cum without the Mistress' permission, you lose the curves you gained, and it's a really bad look. But trust me, soon enough you'll cum, and cum, and cum... Oh, and I'll be training you today, by the way!"

Cindy extended her hand to Eleanor, who took it. Cindy then turned around and reached for the door. Bat wings of black latex fluttered excitedly on her back. A long, forked tail swayed, gently wrapping itself around Eleanor's leg.

"Most new maids actually cum in the changing room on their first day. She's gonna LIKE you!"

And so began Eleanor's first day at work.
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