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Put In Their Place (Bimbo, Maid, Inanimate TFs)
🕑 Added 2021-08-06 01:14:12 +0000 UTCA trio of heroines investigating disappearances in the countryside find themselves encountering an elegant villain, and falling under her thrall...
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“How are we even supposed to investigate such a huge region?” Samantha complained, the boredom obvious in her voice. “Drive around until we happen to bump into one of the missing people?”
“It’s not that different from investigating in a city.” Lydia said. “There’s more ground to cover but it’s not so filled with hiding places and potential crime scenes.”
“Unfortunately, there are also less witnesses. And also, keep your eyes on the road Sam!” Brianna snapped.
“Or what? It’s not like anyone else is driving out in the middle of nowhere!” Samantha snapped back, but returned her eyes to the road all the same.
The trio of city-heroes were out of their element in the countryside, but that didn’t mean they held any less responsibility to use their powers here than they did in an urban area. Or, in this case, to drive around for three hours in an admittedly pretty nice car looking for some sort of hint about the recent missing persons cases.
It hadn’t originally been a work trip. It had been a vacation, just taking some time out in the countryside at a vacation home that Samantha owned. It was about as rural as you could get within a day’s drive of the city, and for a couple days they’d just had some fun. But then people in the surrounding area started to go missing, vanishing without a trace. The police were on the job, but Brianna and Lydia weren’t the sort of people who could sit around doing nothing when bad things happened near them, and they’d dragged Samantha along for the ride.
Brianna consulted her map again - a physical paper she’d printed out herself and not just a phone app - and crossed off their most recent dead end. The map was marked with the homes and last known locations of each missing person. They were being methodical in their search, going to each and seeing if they found anything, and they were just driving away from the last of them with no further clues - although, their locations themselves may provide a clue.
When looked at together on the map, the last known positions of the missing made something of a circle. And if they kept down this road, they’d be heading towards the center of that circle. On the map there wasn’t anything there but a patch of trees, but you didn’t last long in the hero business by blindly trusting what things first appear to be.
The road spiraled onwards, and the ladies chatted away the time, but conversation was derailed as Brianna noticed something through the trees up ahead. “Hey, do you see that?” she asked, while checking her map.
Up ahead was a surprisingly large manor house, the sort that had been actively lived in for centuries and was aiming to be lived in for centuries more. It was also very much not on the map that Brianna had. Every other house they’d seen had been represented in some way, but apparently not the biggest they’d seen so far.
“Yeah… that’s a bit of an odd place for a mansion, isn’t it?” Lydia suggested.
“Well, I’m driving over there. First bit of interesting scenery in kilometers!” Samantha said, and turned towards the house when the road split.
They passed through an iron gate that opened for them when they approached, and then onwards into the manor. Brianna found herself with a bit of a bad feeling about it. But they were three superheroes - whatever was causing people to go missing surely couldn’t have planned for that number, if nothing else. And it was possible this was just somewhere off the map because the owner valued privacy excessively… although, that didn’t even convince the heroine herself.
Samantha slowed the car to a stop at the manor’s front door, where they were greeted by a maid. “Welcome, visitors.” the woman said. She was dressed in the full on stereotypical maid outfit; black blouse and skirt, white apron, frilly cap, all of it, and a bit on the skimpy side too. Brianna wondered idly if she even cleaned, or if she was just there for eye candy.
“Visitors? Were you expecting us?” Brianna asked.
“No, of course not.” The maid said serenely. “However, Mistress gets quite lonely. We always welcome visitors when they come. It is quite a friendly area, even if the people are so far apart, so what’s the harm in welcoming a new friend to your home?” she said. “Please, come.”
It was suspicious, Brianna knew. Looking at Lydia and Samantha, she could see that they could tell as well. They were most likely in the right place; a mansion not on any map, with open doors to any who arrived. But then, the missing people could be there; they had to at least make an attempt to find them.
They walked into the elaborate manor house, covered as it was in red carpets and gold trims. Portraits of noble-looking men and women lined the halls, and anywhere that wasn’t covered in carpet or wallpaper was made of bright white marble. It was an almost cartoonish level of wealth on display as they were guided through the halls and into a room off to the side. “My Mistress usually receives visitors in the lounge. Please, come in.”
The women gave each other a firm nod, before heading in - they would have some questions for this ‘mistress’...
The lounge was as ornate as the house around it, with plush sofas and loveseats, imported wood tables, and other displays of wealth. It was probably a pretty comfortable room, but the girls weren’t paying attention to that. They were focused on its occupant. The lady of the house was a tall woman with appropriately aristocratic features, with long blonde hair tied in ringlets and wearing a dress so long it nearly swept the ground as she walked. She had a smug smile that was familiar to the trio - specifically, the one belonging to a villainess going by the self-assigned moniker of “Lady Elegance”.
The woman smiled at them. “Welcome, visitors-” she started.
There was a burst of light and whoosh of air as all three of the heroines transformed right then and there; they weren’t going to wait for her to recognize them and make the first strike! Samantha, Brianna, and Lydia, now in their more heroic personas, got ready to attack.
“Hmm, I suppose you have no wish to engage in pleasantries. Just as well; I see no reason to put myself down to the level of future servants.” Lady Elegance said. “In my domain, none can escape my authority; you lost the moment you entered the manor grounds.” She turned to Samantha. “Now, be a dear and kneel, would you?”
Samantha gasped as the magic instantly took hold of her - the sheer authority in Lady Elegance’s voice seeping into her body, into her mind, and forcing her to obey. She found herself dropping to her knees as the changes happened - in both body and in mind. Her hair grew out longer and longer, before it pulled up and started to re-style itself from it’s usual loose and wavy nature to a tight French braid. Makeup applied itself from nowhere, covering up minor imperfections and giving her a blush along with helping her eyes pop with some liner.
Those changes happened at the same time as the physical motion of kneeling before Lady Elegance. But the mental changes took a touch longer, and were rather stronger. Samantha berated herself for obeying, but even as she did so, she had to wonder - why was that so wrong? A noblewoman like Lady Elegance ought to be obeyed. It was simply her lot in life as one who ruled.
For a moment, that didn’t sound right - wasn’t Samantha herself well off? But no, it wasn’t merely a matter of wealth, it was birth. Lady Elegance was born to rule; by extension, then, Samantha must have been born to serve. It was right to serve. She was meant to serve Lady Elegance - more than that, she clearly belonged to Lady Elegance. As far as a woman like she was concerned, Samantha may as well simply be property.
“Yes, Mistress,” was the first thing Samantha said in response; there had been no cursing or verbal resistance, from the others’ perspective, simply instant submission.
Lydia, in her guise as the heroine Paragon, managed to get closer - she actually managed to swing her sword, and nearly hit the noblewoman, but she was forced to pull back at the last second by an unseen force. “Grrh… fight fair!” she grumbled.
“Raising a hand against your better like that, you’re not even fit to be human.” Lady Elegance said sharply, completely ignoring the complaint. “Worry not, I will have a use even for you.”
Suddenly, Lydia crumpled, unable to support her own weight. Her feet had turned into silk, and that change was spreading up her legs rapidly. She saw it go in slow motion - she was still falling as her legs turned black as they changed their composition, felt them hollow out as they emptied of unneeded mass, and as they separated from her body as stockings.
Meanwhile, her torso was changing as well. Her armor from her hero form melded with her body, subsumed to give more material to change. Her hands had turned white and frilly, shortly before they separated at her shoulders in the form of gloves. Her chest hollowed out as it turned black, and as the armor on top turned into a simple apron. Soon, her chest was a blouse, and her hips had filled out and grown lower as the rest of the short-skirted dress.
Her head wasn’t spared, of course - she wasn’t all that sure what had happened to it, but she had a moment of blankness as her mind shifted, and when she came to, all that was left of her head was a frilly headband.
Normally, she’d be angry - at the villain for doing it and herself for letting it happen. But somehow it was impossible to be mad. Why would she be mad at being put in her place? She had displeased her superior. The thoughts were definitely wrong, but she couldn’t shake them. Her place in the world was as Lady Elegance dictated it, and the Lady had decided she would be a maid outfit - so a maid outfit she was. The maid outfit didn’t consider itself to be human anymore, because that would mean imagining it was something besides what it’s owner wanted it to be, and that simply would not do.
The dress hit the ground softly, without a hint of humanity left in it to show that it had once been a person. “Maid, put on your new uniform.” Lady Elegance commanded, and her new servant obeyed without a word, stripping off her old clothes and what remained of her old priorities and then starting to put on her former friend, now clothing.
Brianna bit back a curse - this was bad, she really did have power over anyone in her house! She had maybe a moment before she turned her attention onto the remaining heroine, so she had to somehow keep herself from being transformed - maybe disrupt her focus?
The heroine winced a bit as an idea came to mind. She’d recently trained in magic with her… associate? Friend? Nemesis? Morgan, and she knew a spell excellent at disrupting focus. Unfortunately for her, it was the kind of spell that Morgan, quite possibly the most casually perverse person she knew, would love.
It didn’t take long to cast, and she’d practiced long enough to do it mostly by willing it to happen. She wasn’t a flashy magic user, so there was no bright flash or beam of ethereal light; Lady Elegance simply felt strange all of a sudden, and the changes began.
“What’s the meaning of this?” she demanded, feeling strange all over her body. The first thing to go was her dress; while she’d worn an attractive but overall modest garment to begin with, the neckline plunged to offer more cleavage, while the trailing skirts hiked upwards until they barely brushed her knees, and then kept going. The dress pulled tighter, displaying her curves, while it started to shift from it’s starting blue color to a very bright red.
At the same time, her body began to shift. Her bust, now more exposed by the dress, swelled in size from it’s modest starting position, filling her hands and spilling over as she reached down to feel the change. Lady Elegance let out a decidedly inelegant moan as it happened, especially as her hips expanded and waist tightened like she was wearing a corset. Her already long hair grew longer, falling out of it’s style and into a more loose and wavy look as it trailed down near her bottom. Her eyes seemed to almost flicker, as they shifted to a pink color.
“Ooooh… someone’s been naughty…” she moaned. She turned to face Brianna, and licked her lips. “That was an interesting spell there, cutie~ I can’t wait to make use of my new maid here, now. Why don’t you join us, in fact?”
Brianna gasped as she felt a spell take hold of her in return. She almost expected it to be a bimbo-spell in return; Lady Elegance had clearly been transformed, but she hadn’t lost her control of her own magic and that seemed like the kind of thing her new self might do. But instead, Samantha (now fully dressed) turned and presented her chest towards Brianna.
The remaining heroine found herself attracted towards the chest by an almost physical force. She soon found her breasts pressed against her friends’, and then pressed somehow closer. She was being sucked into Samantha’s breasts! Her own chest vanished first, and she could see how it had swollen Samantha’s. She could feel it, too - feel them like they were her own, a feeling that grew even stronger as more of her melted away into the maid.
Piece by piece, Brianna was sucked inside, and Samantha’s breasts strained their confinement. It wasn’t long at all before Brianna was completely one with her friend - a pair of bouncy boobs, feeling the warmth and sensitivity of her new self rubbing against the maid’s uniform. The fact she still had her mind, that she hadn’t melted away to become simply a particularly large set of boobs, did indicate that some amount of her magic had worked. But she almost wished it hadn’t, as Lady Elegance pressed closely to her maid and smashed her tits against Samantha’s.
The pleasure overwhelmed Brianna’s mind - it felt so, so good to be squished like that, to feel her very being distort and reciprocate the contact. It wasn’t the first time she’d become someone else’s assets, but every time the sheer enjoyment of the state shocked her.
“Good~ Mmmmh, you’re very cute, maid~ Work hard, and we can have some fun together sometime~” Lady Elegance giggled.
“Of course, Mistress.” Samantha said. “Whatever you wish, I live to serve.”
Lady Elegance gave her breast a harsh squeeze - drawing even more pleasure out of Brianna - and smiled. “Good girl~ The head maid will show you your quarters. After you’ve settled, get to work. A good maid like you will know what to do.”
Samantha obeyed, curtsying to her mistress before leaving the room. The maid who had led them in showed her new subordinate to the servant’s quarters, while Brianna was busy recovering from the pleasurable assault.
Samantha was inspecting her quarters for dust (a maid cannot live in shoddy conditions, or else risk tracking dust on the rest of the house) when Brianna finally managed to gather her wits. Using a bit of her magic, she tried to talk with her team. Maybe they could get out of this. “Lydia? You still around?” she asked - not actual words, of course, but speaking with magic.
“There is no such person. So be quiet.” the uniform said sharply.
“Of course there is! You’re Lydia, and I’m your girlfriend Brianna.”
“Be quiet!” The uniform repeated. “There is no such person as Lydia. There is only a maid’s uniform. There is no such person as Brianna. Only a maid’s breasts. Breasts do not speak, or think, and neither does a uniform. Breasts aren’t even an individual entity, it is simply a body part. So be a good pair of boobs and stop thinking.”
Brianna groaned - evidently, she wasn’t really talking to her girlfriend just then. Lady Elegance hadn’t been satisfied with just making her a maid’s uniform, she had to brainwash her into the nearest thing to a mindset an inanimate object could have. Though she expected the worst, she decided to try and talk to Samantha, too, see if there was anything left in her head. “Sam? Sam, you hear me?”
Samantha had just gotten to work - she had to clean up the entryway after they’d so disrespectfully disgraced it with common feet. Then she heard the voice in her head. She looked around, trying to see the source of the voice. “Hm? Who’s there?”
“It’s me, Brianna!” Brianna said, trying to get her attention.
“Ah, I see.” Samantha said, before glaring down at her breasts. “You’re not Brianna. She doesn’t exist anymore. What you are is my breasts, given to me by my Mistress. Nothing more and nothing less.”
“Come on, we have to go and fix ourselves-” Brianna tried to say, but Sam silenced her with a squeeze.
“Mistress decided our fates, and quite generously. We hardly deserve to be of use to her, so we must fulfill our roles to the utmost. I am a maid. My uniform is simply a uniform. You are my breasts. Clothes are not people, and breasts are not people; perhaps I must remind you of that!”
Brianna would have moaned had she the lungs to do so - Samantha’s hands roamed across her bosom, squeezing and groping and pinching. The maid kept her own pleasure quiet - a good maid must be seen, not heard - but she was evidently enjoying herself as she played with Brianna; or rather, with her breasts, as she no longer considered Brianna to be anything but a pair of very sensitive tits. “A human would not be this sensitive,” the maid said. “A human couldn’t be pleasured across their entire being like this, could not feel such pleasure. You are not a person. You are breasts. Be silent. Stop thinking. Just feel.”
Brianna moaned, feeling the pressure of the words against her mind, feeling an urge to listen… but she wouldn’t! Or at least, not for more than a few minutes. The pleasure caused her mind to blank.
When she came to, Samantha was back at her work like nothing had happened; a simple detour to discipline an annoying body part.
Brianna settled in for the long haul; she could turn them back, but it would take a lot of magic to do so, and it seemed the bulk of her magic had been used up, between the bimbofication spell and preventing her own mind from being taken by Lady Elegance’s spell.
Hours bled into days, and Brianna was not happy. Sam went about her duties as a maid with an entirely out of character diligence. She cleaned, she did laundry and changed the sheets, she did errands. Whenever Brianna tried to contact her she got groped into submission again (or in the one case, Sam got groped while she was doing errands and Brianna enjoyed it entirely too much). Lydia no longer spoke to here either; evidently the maid’s uniform had decided it would stop responding if the boobs wouldn’t stop talking. Either that, or Lydia was in amongst all the other maid uniforms now and Sam was wearing a random other one.
A few days had passed when Sam met with her Mistress again. She hadn’t turned back. It wasn’t like she couldn’t reverse Brianna’s spell, so that meant she must have been enjoying it - she’d had her wardrobe swapped with assorted pink, tight, and revealing dresses, and casually groped maids as they passed. Sam knelt as she approached Lady Elegance, not daring to speak until spoken to.
“My my, cutie~ You’ve been doing good work, haven’t you?” Lady Elegance said, giving the maid a casual squeeze of the breast.
“I’m pleased that I have satisfied, Mistress.” Sam said in response, not even noticing the pleasure that once again incapacitated Brianna.
“Very satisfying.” The bimbofied woman said, “In fact, so satisfying, that I want to give you a little gift. You’ll have the honor of accompanying me to bed from now on.”
“I live to serve.” Samantha said with a smile. It was good she’d satisfied the Mistress. It was her only purpose in life after she was corrected.
“First, though, I’ll give you a body better fit to please…”
The transformation wasn’t quite as dramatic as some Brianna had experienced. With herself there, Sam already had massive melons, so the spell didn’t enhance those assets much. But Brianna could feel Sam’s other changes. She could feel how the maid’s hips flared out, her butt ballooning to give an equally strong handhold as her breasts. She felt her waist pinching in for a thin hourglass figure, and could feel how her hair grew out and started to lighten. It was an odd sensation to be sure, to feel changes that should have been purely visible, but it did feel good - to the both of them, Samantha’s professionally neutral tone broke and she moaned softly.
Samantha’s hair fell out of it’s careful style as it turned to a light blonde. Her uniform was stretched by her new figure, but that quickly changed as it adjusted to fit her. The skirt rose even higher than it already was, barely brushing her thighs and giving easy access to her panties. The neckline plunged to show off as much chest as possible, and all the black pieces turned a pastel pink. The color was matched with Samantha’s new eye color.
“Mmmhn~ Mistress~” The maid moaned, one hand rubbing her breast (and in doing so driving Brianna nuts with sheer pleasure) as her priorities shifted. She was no longer a mere cleaning maid. She was closer to her Mistress than that. She was a sexy toy for her to play with in bed, a hot bimbo who knew how to use her body. “Please use your sexy little bimbo whenever you want~” she said.
Lady Elegance smiled, and put a hand on the maid’s hip. “I certainly will. Starting now. We’re going to my bedroom, maid.”
Samantha couldn’t conceal her eagerness, as she pressed herself up against her Mistress while they walked. Meanwhile, Brianna had to prepare herself for an unfortunately interesting night ahead...
