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As you get towards the kitchen, you feel your heels arch up sharply, and your torso squeezes tight as a corset appears around you. Your skirt swishes as insane amounts of petticoats appear underneath. Your breasts stick up and out so far, you can't see anything in front of you. As your shoes turn into ballet heels, and your breasts and ass explode out in both directions, you desperately teeter for balance. You reach a hand out to steady yourself on the wall, and jump as long silk gloves appear from nowhere. Your maid's dress turns pink and sparkly, with frilly lace covering every possible seam and surface. Your underwear inches up to become a thong, but with ruffly bits protruding outwards. You can barely move now, feeling the corset tighten your waist to ridiculous slimness, you must look like a female charicature. Your hair has fallen down almost to your ass, and has turned bright pink. You feel heavy wet lipstick on your face, and your skin is caked with makeup. As you try to move, you find your boots are lashed together, forcing you to take ever-smaller steps that make your skirt swish violently around you as you walk. Soon, your hands are drawn together into handcuffs, and you fall to the floor on your very plump ass. It hurts.
You hear footsepts and see Mistress Laurie coming down the hallway with Britney completely encased in latex and hobbling along behind her. She has a leather mask over her face, with a ball gag sticking out from the mouth. Her hands and feet are in chains, and she barely keeps up with Mistress Laurie. Mistress Laurie, meanwhile, is wearing a white silk robe and looking down at you, in your cloud of frills, with anger in her eyes.
"What am I to do with you two, hm?" she asks with venom. "I'll have to think of a new punishment. For starters, your clothes won't go back to normal tonight, no matter how good you are. Second, you will only wear what I allow you to wear. Third, you two will not have any more girl fun while you're working for me. Finally, to make up for this treachery, I'm ordering you both to stay in your chambers until I have devised a suitable punishment. I won't have my dolly maids betraying me."
With that, she turns and walks away. You watch her leave and feel an irresistable urge to head back to your chambers. You stand, carefully, and walk back to the maid's chambers with Britney in tow, her chain lashed to your left boot again. Once inside, the doors slam shut and lock.
Written by Anon
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