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Maid For You(Hayasaka Tg)
🕑 Added 2020-10-13 03:06:26 +0000 UTC
Ishigami left the student council room rubbing the tender spot on the back of his head where he had been hit, still unsure of who or what had hit him while he had been talking with Kaguya over his upcoming date. It had been a long, torturous climb to even get on speaking terms with his fellow classmates, much less one of the most popular girls in school, yet somehow he was here. Of course he had discussed things with Kaguya since she was almost like an older sister at this point, though it wouldn’t hurt if she was less dismissive towards his suggestions. Especially with her absurd romance plan. It had been a physically impossible day filled with more travel time than flirting and was stuffed with an overwhelming feeling of thirst more than anything else. It was like the embodiment of a shitty chan thread by someone who desperately wanted to date but had no idea how to actually plan one.
Kaguya had whimpered something about her maid, but it didn’t really matter to Ishigami. Actually, now that he thought about it, it had been around that time when he was pointing out how dumb it was that something had been thrown at his head. It hadn’t been Kaguya since she was more the psychological torture type of person towards anyone who pissed her off, but considering 95% of the school still thought he was a massive creep that didn’t shorten the suspect list in any meaningful way. Even if it was the supposed maid who made up that absurd prompt it wasn’t like he wanted to go on a spending spree, especially not after blowing most of his allowance on a big sale Nintendo had for their indie titles on the switch. He was basically broke at this-
Wait… oh fuck that was bad wasn’t it?
Oh god how did he always manage to fuck up the simplest stuff?! This was a massive date, one of the few good things he had actually managed to get for himself and he had forgotten to save enough for even cheap sushi. Unlike most kids his allowance was monthly too so he wouldn’t be able to get it back any time soon. Maybe he could ask Kaguya for some to borrow, but he already knew his pride wouldn’t allow him that. Besides he was the treasurer! What kind of treasurer can’t even manage their own finances?!
“Crap I’ll need a job, maybe I can ask Shirogane if the place he works at has any spots ope-” Every hair on Shirogane’s body stood up straight, his heart beating at the sudden presence coming towards him, filled with bloodlust and pure, unbridled anger.
“HEY HEY I-SHI-GA-MI KUN!” Or maybe he was overreacting, one of the school’s normie gyaru girls smiling at him, the derangement in her eyes just a figment in his overactive imagination.
“I heard ya needed a job I-shi-ga-mi~! I happen to know a great place that could use someone while I’m taking a break.” She pronounced all the syllables of his name like they were some cutesy spell, her body language shockingly open considering these types usually despised him. Was she, was he being hit on? No there was no way that could ever happen in a million years, he had just read too many doujins of this kind of thing. Chances are she was just a good person like everyone else in the cheer squad had been. And judging by the polish and accessories she always carried(the cheer team had done a gender swapped outfit theme and the price of some of their dumb accessories had been eye opening) this was a girl who had plenty of cash to burn. That wasn’t all that odd at a high class prep school, but since she was working and none of the trust fund kids(himself included) worked, the job seemed more and more interesting.
Hayasaka knew he’d fall for it easily, putting on her best eye catching act as she prepared for her revenge, tired with kaguya’s failed scheming, tired of her forced indignation for someone like Ishigami to make fun of her for her very real and totally not overthought romance plan. That’s why she had a very special blue scrunchy that would give her a much needed break and teach this channer a lesson.
“What kind of job is it? And who is it for?”
“Aww, you’re really eager I-shi-ga-mi kuuun~! But I’ll tell ya it’s-” She leaned in, her tone dropping the ditzy act and turning deadly serious, her hand wrapping the scrunchy around Ishigami’s head as she whispered, “as a maid for Kaguya Sama.”
The stretchy hair tie folded quickly once it was placed around his forehead, dragging his hair up to reveal his other eye. Hayasaka was relieved to see blonde bleaching its way through his disturbed hair, the relatively straight locks curving over each other. Ishigami was oblivious for now, more confused than scared as an easy to ignore itch spread across his scalp, strands shedding oil for conditioner and styling mousse. Locks flopped out of the scrunchy in golden waves, his usual hair style replaced with centered bangs leaving his eyes unblocked and making his weirdly put up hair rest in more of a ponytail style.
“Um maid? I know we haven’t talked at all, but I thought my slacker reputation was well known. I’d suck at cleaning and just goof off and play ga- Wait did you say Kaguy-”
“Shhh…” Hayasaka cupped his face, placing a hand suggestively on his chest as her nails played with the v neck sweater vest he had on, the fabric splitting down in a line. He was very clearly flustered, proof that her seduction charms were top notch, that time with the president just a fluke in her usual performance record. She brushed a thumb against his lips, feeling their chapness fade, her nails tracing lines over his eyes to tweak his eyebrows into thin, golden lines. He was putty in her hands, figuratively and literally though she didn’t want him to be oblivious much longer.
“Oh I think ya’d make an awesome maid Ishigami! Though the manor only hires female maids so we’d have to change your outlook, aaand your body I-Shi-Ga-Mi Kun~!”
“What the hell are you talking ab-HRRK!” Her tender touch clamped like a bear trap, something snapping in his face as she started massaging the bones down. Disturbingly he could hear and feel his cheekbones breaking, popping out and up into softer slopes, his eyes throbbing as he felt them trying to overtake his sockets. More disturbingly it felt… kind of good? Scratch that, really good, the scrunchy fully bleaching his hair as that tingle pounded into his skull, throttling the part of his head that made serotonin and adding a dull kind of coercive pleasure to whatever the hell she was doing to him. He struggled limply, his untrained body no match for a girl who had spent years mastering thousands of skills to be a perfect maid, the weak gamer easy to domm into her as Hayasaka ran through a checklist of changes before she was satisfied.
Her thumb and forefinger pinched his nose, collapsing it into the proper shape while her other hand cupped his chin into a broader, rounder arc. Soon she was applying makeup on his trembling eyes, finding it soothing to watch as his eyelashes turned thick and inviting, some wing tip mascara perverting the shape of his male eyes to feminine almonds. Even his dead eyes were being brought to life, the black sludgy pupils decontaminated as flecks of cerulean blue spread in their irradiated beauty, his face blushing as a pleased coo coincided with both eyes claiming more territory on his face, slanting and shining like endless pools of clear, crystalline water. Ishigami panicked when her hands wrapped around his throat, the balls of her thumb pressing down on the bulge of his neck.
There was a perverted gleam in Hayasaka’s eyes as she relished the act of crushing like one of her slime videos she used to relax at night, that fact somehow popping into Ishigami’s head as the throbbing worsened as there was something weirdly enticing in the squishy sounds his throat made as his apple was mashed to sauce, the lump throttled and mushed like an old lady with a peach in the supermarket. His protests warbled and cracked, quivering as her thumbs forced it inside, a weirdly erotic moan rising from his throat as the remains of his masculine baritone dribbled out the corners of his puffed and chapsticked lips, adding sparkles to the gloss as Hayasaka’s voice was squeezed out from Ishigami’s throat.
“Already much improved. Now say thank you Hayasaka Sama.” She fondled the base of his ponytail, a sudden surge forcing out the words before he could control it.
“Th-Thank you Hayasaka Sama… Huh?! I didn’t- I mean I sound like y-oooooOOOOH~!” Hayasaka’s manicured nails found Ishigami’s nipples, his thin white dress shirt condensing under her squeezes as the fabric tore apart to concentrate on his chest, padding out into a frilly, french maid bra. Normally that would be enough to freak out in its own, but Ishigami couldn’t even look down properly, his body spasming as he couldn’t help but feel like his nipples had become nozzles, being slowly, pleasurably inflated by his senp- perverted classmate. Much like a submissive girl amongst bullies, his nipples were weak to teasing, the small brown flesh puffing to pink tips, their textured ends sending ecstatic signals straight to his cock. It didn’t escape her notice either as it bulged out from half torn pants, the pleats of a school skirt outlining the obvious bulge as it throbbed, ready to burst.
“One thing you need to learn Ishigami Kun if you want to be Kaguya’s maid, is that messes, aren’t, allowed.” A hand traced the tip of his cock, the nail poking into the sensitive dome as he gasped, hot surges of something pumping around his cock as the tip sealed itself away, the base receding inwards, the alien pleasure making his hips buck as he felt something try to escape, and rebound back inside his erect dick. Hayasaka found the lewd confusion on his face adorable, especially once she really began playing with his new girly nipples, knowing just how to tease them to derive maximum pleasure as his frame seemed to be absorbed into his growing breasts. Every few seconds would be another cup size reached, his hips now thrusting needily as his cock tried and failed to cum, his balls swollen as more and more failed releases backfired inside. When that was done, Hayasaka admired her handiwork, rolling his breasts between her fingers, letting her hands dimple their taut, silky flesh.
“You know Ishigami, as my replacement you’re going to have to learn to knead bread for guest meals. Let me show you how that’s done so you’ll never forget..”
It was a memorable demonstration, one hand doing unspeakably perverse things to his breasts while the other returned to the ponytail, fingering it as Ishigami moaned blissfully. Like with the slime thing before, thoughts and memories were slowly moving into his mind, Hayasaka’s fingers scrambling his brains into whatever dish she wanted them to be, and as Ishigami was learning, she was an amazing chef.
“Ahh~! AH! Ohh~...” His fingers twitched as the muscle memory corrupted to hers, all his gaming dexterity bolstered as his knuckles slendered and spread, his nails growing into perfectly manicured points. Panicked thoughts flickered through the memories and pleasure, his own sense of self dwindling with every tweak and grab, his heaving stomach starting to gain twinges of change as he could feel what little muscle he had start to soften.
Feeling the muscle he had worked for sexily smoothen brought out at least some fight, even if the ways his sides were starting to crinkle in and rub against his split open top felt decidedly way better than it should have.
“W-Wait Hay-AHHHsaka y-ooh cahhhn’t dooooo~ thi-ihs to me. I-I’ve s-EEEN this h-hentai in Residence and some people will surely try t-hOOOO~ f-hiind me which would ruin our relationship with mistress Kaguy-AHHHHHHH~!”
Ishigami missed the smirk on Haysaka’s face as she heard his mental memories already shifting, a decent ways along if he was remembering things she hadn’t taught him yet. But she was happy he gave an attempt to fight back, struggling made it fun to break a person. She stopped with his boob groping to grip his cock, and ever so slowly begin to push.
“Oh I can’t? You seem to misunderstand I-shi-ga-mi Kun, you asked for this, and once you understand how lucky you are to have a chance to serve the Shinomiya family, you’ll be begging me to finish off the changes.”
He wriggled under her grip, moaning with terrible need as the cock in her hands throbbed and jiggled around like a snake trying to escape capture, a moist recession noise accompanying Ishigami’s screams as she slipped his own cock inside, enough to make a noticeable dent as she wriggled the recessed shaft around, stirring his insides with the submerged cock until drool and grunts were all that left her half clone’s mouth.
When he was well and truly fucked, she gave the base a tap, Ishigami’s head shooting back as he screamed happily, feeling the inch of recessed cock invert fully as the muscled entrance to womanhood began to lightly tug at his groin. He was almost where she wanted him to be, smirking as she gave his shoulder a tap, the poor boy barely able to stay standing as she hugged his falling form, crushing his waist in and smoothening his waist as she dragged all that pointless, male muscle down to where the new her would really need it.
“AGH S-STOP WHAT ARE YOU-”
“Don’t lie to me I-Shi-Ga-Mi Kun. You’re a pervert, I know you’ve read plenty of tsf stuff haven’t you? You know exactly what I’m doing now that you have a sleek, sexy core. Haven’t you ever imagined it, your own thick thighs, wrapped around your cock, crushing it into nothing as you can’t help it…”
“NNGH W-Wait I c-can’t- MMPH AHHHH~!”
Hayasaka backed up her words with actions, his bucking hips exploding outwards as she dragged the fat and muscle down, giving his plumping ass a good smack as she laid him down to the ground and waited for him to break. Unfortunately for Ishigami, he was finding Haysaka’s body to be very gifted down below, fat forcing itself in, making his plush, girly skin swell around his cock, his shaft nearly swallowed by the girth of his thighs as his own struggled writhing only serviced him more, his cock struggling as he felt the same lack of release torture him in repeating cycles of almost release. Shoes flew in the air as his feet shrank, the cutoff socks stretching into girl’s socks that dug into the extra curve in his calves, Ishigami trying desperately to service himself, gnashing his thighs together, rubbing his cock with her hands, even moaning in defeated bliss as he tried pressing down on it. His genitals felt slimy, thick sweat beading down the immobile cock and balls as they throbbed, his mind in chaos as he tried to shut out the want, the desire, but Hayasaka was there to whisper the final push he needed to give in to servitude.
“Don’t you want to feel complete? I know you love those mind break moments in hentai, I’ve hacked and looked over your tastes. Besides, we both know you only let Kaguya bully you because you love it… Hayasaka Kun.” His body spasmed at the replacement of his name, his mouth opening and closing dumbly as his memories were corrupted by Haysaka, all of those tutoring sessions and arguments with Kaguya merging with chores and management, the fear turning to something else as his submissiveness continued to rise, and with it, the burning need in his groin. He smashed it between his thighs, groaning as that brought it no closer, only making it worse as his tighty whities sprouted a white frilly top, condensing into a black thong maid bottom that pressed tightly against his shuddering cock. Hayasaka herself began to tease it with a stockinged foot, letting the need burn in Ishigami’s mind until the maid couldn’t take it anymore, desperately crying out, “D-DOOO~ IT! T-TAKE AWAY MY CO-AWWWWWK~!”
By the time he had acquiesced, his overly tender junk had gotten very squishy, malleable to Hayasaka’s touch though purposefully stagnant whenever Ishigami tried to service it. His thighs spread open, the almost her closing her eyes as he felt his master’s head servant press a stockinged heel to his balls, his thighs clenching as she put more of her weight on the stepping foot. The sounds of them squishing in was oddly relaxing, leaving her body to relax for a second before both testicles were slurped inside, sending the needy maid squealing as she felt both writhe inside, estrogen pumping out from the center to melt all the dirty, messy semen and testosterone away, two worms writhing deeper into her body as she felt a hole tear open around her cock, drops of clear, feminine fluids lubricating the base as Haysaka stepped down on the pitiful thing holding her twin back from perfection.
She stomped down, not stopping until her clone’s body could take care of the rest, her needy twin finally crying out in bliss as her thighs clenched, her cock condensing inside as it slid down her leaking, throbbing cervix, slipping down until there was a loud, juicy POP!
Her clone moaned, clear stains dripping from her fresh pussy her face slowly losing its blush as she relished in the climax before becoming serious again. They didn’t have to speak, after all, they were essentially the same person now and her twin was eager to get to work. The one change Haysaka had added in was a slight submissive kink to the former gamer, meaning she’d enjoy all of the dumb crazy semi-abusive stunts Kaguya had her pull daily just to get a confession out of the president. Of course she had also taken a picture of her former classmate just because a lewd photo like that could be useful for certain... situations if she picked up an actual boyfriend during her vacation. Picking up Ishigami’s switch, she began to mess with the buttons, wondering if she could take it apart and rebuild it with better specifications in her spare time as she planned out how she’d snag a boyfriend in the two weeks she’d have till people got suspicious of Ishigami’s whereabouts.
Already her clone had cleaned up any mess that remained, his phone one of the few things they hadn’t changed as the new her texted some excuses to Ishigami’s relatively small friend group and delaying his planned date. In her mind it was a win win since he’d make money, give her a break and maybe learn a thing or two about what girls really like. She doubted he’d be so mean towards her plan once he lived in her head for a few days! N-Not like she did this only cause of that. And of course when she changed him back she’d just warn him that any attempt to say what happened would force him to change back into her against his will. A lie of course, but then again if he ever did talk… It could be fun to see how many times he could take the change before he wouldn’t ever want to be anyone else.
But those were darker thoughts and she figured it was time to bring out the happy peppy her and nab someone cute to brag to Kaguya. Now off to her dream city to prove how her plan wasn’t some thirst filled flight of fancy! Though… if she came back alone, another her could help relieve some other tensions for a bit. Either way she’d be satisfied, one way or another.
