From Businessman to Maid (Patreon)

"Oh, shit.... come on, think!" Emma murmured in her high pitched sweet voice, which made her cringe inwardly even more than the shameful state she found herself in. She stood in the pristine, modern kitchen, her fingers slowly stroking the smooth, still foreign curves of her big heavy tits, covered only by her pink gingham apron that strained against her chest. "How did it come to this? I know I signed something... but this?".

Ethan, now Emma, was 32 years old and really in a sorry state. A confident and successful businessman, he had fallen deep into a financial crisis and when one of her business partner suggested the strange but very profitable offer of being a maid for a rich household Ethan, thinking that the price he was getting paid for it would save him from drowning, did not even question anything further. He knew it was some kind of work on a rich estate and that's all he cared about.

It was only after he arrived and was given a women's uniform as a uniform that he began to think. He could leave, but the money for the job had already gone through to his account, and he didn't want to lose it. Thoughts of money helped him when he first donned the maid's outfit, but when suddenly his chest began to grow and his hair to lengthen, he knew he had made a terrible mistake.

A week had passed since the transformation into a young busty maid. At first, he couldn't believe it and hoped to turn back, but after a conversation with butler William, his boss now, it became clear that Emma is stuck here until her 1 year contract expires. She must serve, clean rooms, cook food, and fulfill other tasks around the household. At the same time, it was hard to do with such huge boobs that kept bouncing and her round butt shaking with each step. But it was still possible to accept it and she tried... however, today...

"They want me to... to REALLY entertain them... as a..." Emma felt her mouth go dry and her palms start to sweat, her feminine body trembling with the effort to process her words. She had always been proud and independent, a fierce businessman who would never have even contemplated serving others and especially as an some pleasure toy for people to use at will. She knew almost from the first day that this villa serves rich people for their sexual pleasures, but until now she thought that somehow they wouldn't make her participate in such shameful games, but she was wrong.

"Emma!" Butler William's voice cut through her thoughts like a knife, sharp and impatient. He had been standing nearby, his stern gaze fixed on her. "Have you heard a word I've said?"

Emma snapped her head up, her heart pounding. "Yes, sir," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Good. Because I expect you to be fully prepared for tonight's event. You will participate in the sex games as instructed," William said sharply as he walked towards her. "And make sure you act cheerful and aroused. Our guests expect a certain level of... sexual delight."

Emma swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. She wasn't prepared for this, but a loud slap on her bare bottom from William brought her out of her thoughts. "Ouch!" she yelped, jumping slightly while her cheeks grew warm.

"I want you to expose this lovely bottom more often," he instructed with a lazy smile. "And smile. Our guests like a playful maid".

She nodded silently, her legs shaky. "Yes, sir," she repeated in trembling voice.

"Oh, come on, the fact that you are once was a man doesn't change anything. Some of our guests even like it," he said, walking away, leaving her alone in the kitchen and added as he turned around one last time, "Don't forget about outfit, Emma. It's designed to highlight all your... assets" He chuckled and left, slamming the door shut.

Legs finally gave way and she slid down to the floor, her back leaning against the cupboard, while her elbows pressed the soft breasts under the apron, reminding her once again what she was now.