Exclusive Caption: Helping the Maid (Clothing TF)

Art is by Sage Joh: https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/117190026

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Scrubbing floors, dusting shelves, wiping dishes… All this and more labored Susan’s arms as she scurried off at her workplace. As a young woman starting her independent life, working as a housekeeper for a wealthy businessman seemed like a great opportunity, and while she could handle any cleaning duties coming her way, the same couldn’t be said about one other detail.

“Looking good there, maid! I think there’s still some stains under the table, why don’t you bend over further?” During his idle wanderings of his mansion, Susan had been spotted by her employer’s son. Well into teenhood, he had made his home’s newest maid a target for his raging hormones, savoring most of all how her hips and legs looked under tight pantyhose.

“Just as a warning, if you do touch me, I’ll have plenty of grounds to report you to your father.” Susan said calmly once feeling a hand hovering inches from her ass. She had complained to her boss numerous times about his lecherous son, but as expected of a spoiled brat, consequences evaded him.

“Ugh, you're no fun!” The boy grumbled, parting ways with his maid once boredom overtook him. Alan stormed to his room, flopping on his bed in frustration. For several months now, a cloud of dissatisfaction had taken hold of his days, the young man spending his time irritably despite the vast material goods at his disposal. He found them all as meaningless trash getting in his way, his one true interest over all being the gorgeous maid right out of his reach. With a pillow over his head and in the throes of shutting his eyes, Alan swore he could trade his cushy life just for the chance to get closer to that beauty.

The next day, Alan found himself in a much different spot than his king-sized bed. The place he was in was dark and dusty, so cramped that he was bent over himself and unable to move. Before he could truly panic, a bright light shone from above and drenched Alan in confusion. Above him was the looming gaze of his maid. She looked sleepy and bored, completely unresponsive as her gigantic hands handled him and tossed him to the floor. As tall as a skyscraper, Susan unknowingly gifted the young brat with a sight he never imagined he would get: the young woman stripped wholly to her underwear.

Rather than any joy or lust, all Alan could muster was terror as Susan’s feet raised high above him. It was like a thick rod being rammed into his anus as the feet stepped on him and penetrated him completely, the intense stretching becoming only more intense as his paper-thin body slipped past Susan’s meaty thighs and then settled over her fat ass. Alan screamed—though was unable to be heard—at the wide hips threatening to tear him apart. Every one of Susan’s steps shifted her hips and jiggled her ass, creating a chaotic commotion in her rear which Alan had to contain all by himself. As if that wasn’t bad enough, he soon found himself the victim of Susan’s sweaty crotch. A waterfall of liquid pooled up on Alan’s face, its taste salty and with a slight undertone of fish. He struggled for the slightest breath as he became waterboarded by the acrid lake. Even as the sweat dried up and was absorbed into his body, Alan was left with an even stronger taste ingrained into him as well as becoming even more tightly clung to his maid’s bottom half.

Susan finished adjusting her pantyhose and inspected herself in the mirror, worried about the recent weight gain on her butt. With the most tedious part of her outfit done, she moved into clothing herself with a frilly dress reaching halfway down her thighs, some silky gloves, and a simple pair of loafers. While it was a bit humiliating to dress as such a stereotypical maid, it would be a lie to say she didn’t feel a little cute in such an outfit. Stepping outside, she noted it being a hot and humid day. It was only a short walk to her workplace, but even in such a short distance her crotch managed to become a total swamp.

The rest of the day was spent by Susan dutifully vacuuming the mansion’s vast carpeting. As usual, the young master was right behind her, though he seemed different today. Rather than his smug, obnoxious stance, the young man looked anxious and shaken up. His eyes darted all over the hall, he winced at any light he saw, flinched at the slightest of sounds, and poked his arms as if not fully understanding how they worked. Still, what he focused on the most was the vacuuming maid and her silky stockings. “You know, you could at least be subtle with your ogling!” She darted her head backwards.

“I-I’m sorry, I’m really sorry!” In shock at both the scolding and the sound of his own voice, the boy recoiled; not the spoiled son of a business man he was, but a feeble clump of nylon that had been given life. It had been a rocky morning for the pantyhose that had previously known nothing more than to cling against a girl’s body. All at once, he had been gifted a body and a mind, respectively granting him mobility and the memories of an entire lifetime as clothes. He fumbled through his new home, aided by other maids who were confused but ultimately pleased with the young master’s meek demeanor. After enough wandering, the pantyhose finally had its chance encounter with the woman most prominent in its memories. It was her owner, the one its past life was centered on, the girl whom it had been more intimate with than anyone else. The pantyhose looked upon Susan in awe and admiration. Evidently, it had looked upon her too much.

“Uh, d-don’t worry, it's not that big of a deal.” Susan said, suddenly guilty for frightening her young master. Obnoxious as he might be, she could never truly bring herself to fully resent him—in fact, his brazen behavior was charming in a way. “I mean, you're a teen and what not, so I guess it's to be expected… Uh, Alan? Are you okay?” She asked, noticing the boy before her deathly pale.

“A-Alan? Uh, yeah, I'm fine!” The pantyhose said, recognizing the name as one it had been called before. With a deep breath, Alan composed himself, at least enough to look at his owner in the eyes. “I, err, I just wanted to say how grateful I was for your work! Actually, do you think you could teach me how to do all those cleaning thingies?” Seeing his owner amidst the heights of divinity, Alan wanted nothing more than to follow in her lead. To aid in her work and repay her for giving his life purpose was the greatest he could do with his new body.

It was now Susan’s turn to blush madly, for she never expected such an honest compliment of who she thought was a lousy brat. Above all, she was shocked by his eagerness to humble himself and handle a vacuum. Though clumsy, Alan dutifully went over the carpets under Susan’s lead, often looking up at the girl and practically begging for her praise. For the overworked maid, it was a glorious change of pace to now be the one lounging around. From her cushy spot at a velvet chair, she even caught herself staring at Alan’s rear whenever he bent over. At times like this, Susan darted her eyes away in shame, shaking away any indecent thoughts from her mind. Still, it had been an awfully long time since her last boyfriend…

So started a new routine for the master-and-maid duo. Alan would spend any time off school next to Susan, gladly taking whatever utensils she handled to eagerly sweep, mop, dust, and even scrub toilets. To pass the time, the two would idly chat away and get to know each other better. Alan relished in knowing about his owner deeper than he had all those years wrapped around her, and as time moved on, he became more adept to human life, surprising all around him as that brat they all loathed suddenly became kind and servicing.

For the real Alan, however, the past weeks had been anything but enjoyable. Even after the hundredth gallon of sweat soaked into him, he couldn’t stand the awful taste and disgusting slime it left behind. With Susan spending more time sitting down, this meant hours of merciless crushing for the poor pantyhose, the weight of his owner’s ass like an entire mountain flattening his face. The closest thing to relief in Alan’s new life was whenever he wasn’t worn. Being crumpled in a laundry hamper or folded in a drawer was not pleasant by any means, but it was better than getting stretched to his limits. No matter how many days he remained motionless alongside fellow clothes, Alan never gave up on a future where he could change back. This fighting spirit intensified whenever he caught glances of his old body. The pantyhose wished the filthy body thief would face him upfront, yet when the time finally came, it would end up being the worst day of the stockings’ life.

A month after waking up as a human, Alan spent the evening relaxing in his home. Despite his protests, Susan had taken over dusting duty from him. She seemed adamant to tease the teenager as she bent over furniture and even tried flipping her skirt. “Hey, Alan, you do know you can stare all you want, right? I don’t mind!” Susan looked back at her young master with a smile. “In fact, why don’t you come get a closer look?”

With a wiggle of her butt, she practically commanded Alan to step before her. Under her directions, the man knelt down to be a mere inch away from the jiggly cheeks. “I can't imagine how long you’ve been dreaming of getting your hands on me. Well, as of lately I've been having those same dreams, so…” It took nothing more for Alan to squeeze each cheek with a hand and knead the fat ravenously. Little did Sarah know, but this was far from the first time Alan had squeezed her butt so tightly, however, this was by far the greatest of these experiences for the boy. Not yet satisfied, he plunged his face forward, sinking it into her musky ass and lapping away at her nethers. “Kyah! W-Wait, not so far, someone will see us! L-Let’s go to your room!”

The two stumbled to a massive bedroom downstairs. Raging with hormones, Alan lifted her lover and threw her into his bed before crawling atop her panting, sweaty body. Alan gripped the maid’s stockings, struggling to take them off as they were glued to her skin with moisture. He thought back to the droning days spent in the stocking’s place. Only for a second, however, as he shook those memories off his mind. They were completely unfitting for him, after all, he was a dashing young man with a promising future ahead of him, it made no sense to have any memories of being wrapped around a girl’s ass (unless they involved eating her out).

Taking a deep breath, Alan thrust his naked body forwards, creating a flurry of moans out of Susan which were followed closely by his own. The two’s melodies hastened in unison until coming to a crescendo with yells heard all throughout the mansion as Alan filled his new girlfriend full of seed. In the coming afterglow, the exhausted couple collapsed side-by-side in bed. Susan lazily grasped the pantyhose left handing off her foot, using it as a makeshift rag to clean the deluge of semen oozing from her pussy.

While his lover drifted off to sleep, Alan gained just enough strength to prop himself sitting on bed. He spotted the sullied stockings lying on Susan’s chest and grabbed them. He wondered what their thoughts on the past month were–if they could even think, that was. He hoped they found the same appreciation for being beneath Susan as he once had, thought it was ultimately irrelevant whether they enjoyed themselves or not. From what Alan had heard, the past him was far from a good person, so perhaps it was fitting that the pantyhose should suffer. With that in mind, Alan acknowledged the clothes for the first and last time.

“Hey there, ‘me’. I was snooping around in my room and I think I found what made our swap happen. Some weird little device, I'm guessing a project dad funded, but it must have been a failure so he just passed it over to me. Anyways, its fairly easy to work and I actually found a way to swap us back! Being around Susan’s ass was so amazing that I really did consider using the device, but… Honestly, your life is amazing! I have this sporty body, a ton of money, and now I have something going with Susan. So, yeah, I'm really sorry and all that, but this is how things will stay. Oh well, I'm sure you're loving your spot as well. I mean, my girlfriend has an amazing body!”

As terrifying as the news was, the pantyhose was too weathered to even react. Shock filled its mind once its former body stuck his face in front of it, this then changing to pure humiliation as the face smothered its nylon threads. Afterwards, the pantyhose was assaulted by squirts of nectar from its owner’s pussy, the juice completely drowning him and leaving him barely able to react to the naked man peeling him away. Whatever final strands of sanity were left on his mind were scrubbed away as it was wholly traumatized by the sounds of passionate sex just out of its sight.

Tossed into a hamper, the pantyhose shivered at the semen crusting over its fabric. It felt cold and empty, completely purposeless. Basking in the stench of Susan’s dirty laundry, it hoped its owner would soon pick it again and fill its body with the warmth of curves yet again. It was all it wished for out of life.