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A man stopped his car on the side of the street and pulled out. He pulled out a large black suitcase and walked up a sidewalk to a large black fence. He noticed a massive white mansion on the other side of the fence, and he took a breath. "This is it, Brandon. A well-paying job and a new place to live." It was a bright sunny warm day, and with a slight smile on his face, he pulled out a key from his pocket and opened up the small doorway that blended into the fence.

Brandon rang the doorbell and stood outside the giant white mansion. He just got a new job that paid 'incredibly' well, and it even came with his own bedroom in the mansion. He even brought a suitcase that contained most of his belongings. He intended to replace the belongings he left at home.

An anthro wolf opened up the door. He appeared to be in his mid-30s with glasses and gray fur, except the fur was lighter underneath his chin. "Ah, hello there Brandon, are you excited for your first day on the job here?"

Brandon nodded. "As excited as someone can be over a new job with lots of money and a place to stay for free." He pulled his suitcase in. "Where's my room?"

"Oh don't worry about that for now. You'll have all the time in the world to get settled in." The wolf raised a bell and gave it a gentle ring. "Clarissa! Please bring Brandon's belongings into the servant's quarters."

A pink colored fox came into the room wearing a French maid outfit. She looked as if she were made of pure latex. Her mouth had a small 'O' opening at the front. Her chest also looked flat, as if she weren't quite a woman, but close.

"Huh, what uh...what kind of outfit is that?" Brandon wasn't sure if he wanted to ask Clarissa that, or the wolf anthro that. He wanted to direct it at Clarissa, but he doubted she could answer.

Clarissa kneeled down with her legs straight. She tilted her head up at Brandon. It looked as if she couldn't even blink with latex eyes. She grabbed Brandon's belongings and walked off.

"Never mind her." The wolf anthro said with a laugh. "You'll get to meet the other servants at some point, but let's get you sized up for your outfit."

Brandon nodded with a look of uncertainty in his eyes. "Okay." He watched Clarissa walk away, and then he looked to the wolf anthro. "Lead the way, sir." He never did get his name, but he figured the wolf anthro would say it eventually.

The anthro wolf led Brandon up a large flight of white tiled stairs. He walked over to one room marked '106' and opened it up. "Now, you're going to have to strip down so we can make accurate measurements."

Brandon noticed the room looked like a fancy bedroom with the size of the room almost the size of Brandon's hold house! "Uhm, okay." He stepped into the room and turned to the door. "Are you going to close the door behind us?"

Just then, a female anthro wolf walked in. She had strong resemblances to the male one in terms of age and her outfit. In fact, there was a wedding ring around her finger with a large diamond. "Oh, is this the new worker? How much potential does he have?"

"I'm not sure yet. His last job told me he is a very hard worker, but he has yet to undress."

"H-hey." Brandon walked over to the bed. "I don't mind undressing in front of you, but do I really have to undress in front of her too?"

The male wolf crossed his arms. "Brandon, we're your bosses. You're going to have to get used to things like this. Now, do you want this job or not?"

Brandon sighed. He felt uncomfortable getting naked in front of a woman, but if the two were married, she had seen such things before. "Fine." He said quietly. He pulled off his shirt and revealed his tanned skin underneath. He then removed his pants and revealed his blue boxers underneath. "Can you at least close the door?" His body was slightly hairy, and he didn't have that much muscle, though he also didn't have much fat either. He was an average male, built as such.

"Well, I am going to have to open it again to get you an appropriate suit." The female wolf explained. "But, if you insist." She closed the door behind her and smiled at Brandon.

"Well, do you 'really' need those measurements too? Just what kind of measurements do you need?" As far as Brandon was aware, they just had to get him a suit. He couldn't imagine they needed every little detail as possible to get him a butler's suit.

The male wolf smiled at Brandon and revealed his sharp fangs. "We must get 'every' detail about you Brandon. From head to toe, from balls to shaft tip, assuming you are male we don't judge. We need every single measurement from you, as it's quite important. Once you have the proper suit, we can try it out."

Brandon blushed slightly. He looked away humiliatingly. 'They're older and obviously married. They've probably seen everything there is to see about sexes and then some.' Brandon thought to himself, but it didn't ease his mind that much. Still, he already left his last job, and the mansion looked very fancy. It was a perfect place to live in, and with a small cost of degradation. With a sigh, he took off his underwear and revealed his average sized cock and balls between his legs. It was obvious he wasn't aroused, and after removing his socks and shoes, he was completely naked in front of the older couple. "Okay, there."

"That's a good girl." The older male anthro wolf walked over to Brandon and pulled out a measuring tape. He began to measure Brandon's various sizes, and he announced them for the female wolf anthro to take down. He even went as far as to measure Brandon's cock.

Brandon felt humiliated as the wolf measured everything so thoroughly. The wolf even measured the size of his testicles. "Why is all of this needed? What the heck kind of job requires you to measure my cock and ball size?"

"Well, both the wife and I are interested in a lot of...shall we call it, interesting kinks?"

"Uh...interesting kinks like what?" Brandon suddenly began to regret the job.

The male wolf walked over to the female one. "Would you like a turn? I know you're more bisexual than I am." He chuckled. "I will be very interested in him after a few sessions."

"You know you're going to have to do it with him sooner or later regardless." The female anthro wolf said with a soft smile.

"Yes, but he'll be more...let's say, more what I want by then. You do it the first time, and I'll prepare his suit."

The female wolf nodded and gave the male one a kiss on the lips. "Okay dear. But really, you must break in the men sooner or later."

"Kiiinda feel like I'm being ignored here." Brandon looked over to the door. He knew the two older wolves were in the way, but he felt adrenaline slowly build in his body. He was already naked in front of them. He did not want to know what they meant by suits, or breaking him in.

"Oh, don't worry." The female wolf walked over to Brandon casually. Suddenly, she pounced on Brandon and pinned down his arms with her hands. "We're going to show you 'exactly' what we mean." She grinned wickedly. She then turned to the male wolf. "Can you tie him down before you leave dear?" Her tone was much more threatening when she spoke to Brandon, but soft and sweet when she spoke to her husband.

"Hey!" Brandon wanted to kick the woman, but he really didn't want to hurt her. He struggled, but the woman's grip was strong. He felt her furry hands on his wrists, and no amount of power he had could get him up. "Don't make me have to hurt you!"

"That's sweet of you to warn us, but I don't think you have the capability of hurting anybody in this room except yourself." The female wolf replied to Brandon.

The male wolf wasted little time in tying down Brandon. He pulled out two thick leather straps from underneath the bed sheets and tied down Brandon's legs. He then tied down Brandon's hands, just as the female wolf anthro let go.

Brandon wanted to kick the female wolf, but before he could, the male one tied him down firmly. His heart pounded with fear as he struggled to break free of the straps, but to no avail. Despite how soft the bed was, he couldn't push down and free himself. He was nude in front of two older creatures, and now tied up to do their bidding. "Let me go, you bastards!"

"That really is no way to treat your bosses." The female wolf straightened her long dark hair behind her. She pulled off her dress and bra to reveal her nude furry body. Her tits were large and sagged slightly with age while her hips were very large, just like her ass. "Just call us master and mistress respectively."

"I'm not calling you that!" Brandon watched as the female wolf undressed. Just as her bra dropped, he turned his head away. He was curious, but he also didn't want to get aroused from her.

The male wolf laughed. "He's going to be a cute one, that's for sure." He opened up the door and walked away, though he closed the door behind him.

The female wolf smiled down at Brandon. "We're going to have to change that mind of yours, and I don't mean the slow way." She turned and showed Brandon her ass. She promptly sat down her ass on his face, and then shifted to bury his nose in her rear. "Get a whiff of your new mistress!"

Brandon found his vision obscured by a furry female wolf ass. He didn't want to breathe her in, but she positioned her cunt directly above his lips. If he opened his mouth to breathe, he was going to taste her cunt. He struggled harder than ever now as his 'mistress' forced him to inhale her scent. He was thankful she wasn't 'dirty' down there, but it still felt incredibly degrading.

"That's right." Brandon's 'mistress' wiggled her ass. "You are to refer to us as master and mistress, even in your very thoughts. Failure to do so will lead to punishment. Let that be your first lesson on the job! The second lesson is we are going to transform you into a perfect servant." The wolf put her pawed feet on Brandon's sides, and leaned forward. She stroked Brandon's cock with her hands gingerly. "And you are going to enjoy every moment of it."

Brandon continued to struggle. He wanted to shout, but he knew that would open his mouth. He had to think of some way to get off this wolf creature, but the straps held him tight, and her ass kept his head pinned. Worse yet, he could tell the wolf was trying to get him aroused!

"Come on, open wide and tell me who I am." The wolf smiled as she continued to work. Her hands stroked at his shaft slowly while her fingertips gently touched his balls.

Brandon squeezed his lips tightly closed. It became harder and harder to breathe through his nose without smelling more and more of her. She smelled earthly, and it was unquestionably unpleasant. "MPH MPH MPH!" He caved in. He opened his mouth to shout in resistance, and he immediately tasted 'mistresses' cunt, although very much unwillingly. Her cunt was wet, salty, and he tasted cum on it.

"That's right!" The wolf's tail flickered eagerly. "Hah...hah...get some tongue in on that action." She stroked Brandon's cock harder with her hands. Her feet held onto his sides, just inches away from his ass. "And cum for me. Cum for your mistress!"

Brandon wasn't sure what was worse. The fact 'mistress' humiliated and tormented him, or the fact his body enjoyed it. He felt his cock stiffen and harden in her hands, quicker than any other time anything aroused him. He could tell there was something unnatural in the air, and it wasn't just from the ass that covered his face.

"Come on girl." The wolf's hands stroked Brandon's cock. "Or would you rather have my feet on your cock? The more humiliated, the more you'll cum. That's just like you, isn't it?" she said with a laugh. She squeezed Brandon's cock and slowly raised her hand up and down while the other caressed his balls. "Or are you a fan of having something up your ass? Oh, my husband will make sure you get that."

Brandon hated how the wolf spoke so degrading to him, yet she was so excellent with her hands he couldn't stop himself. The pressure built and built until he came in her hands. He felt his cock pulse a few short waves of his seed before it stopped. His orgasm was short, but it felt intense. He opened his mouth and moaned. He tasted the wolf above him and wanted to do something, anything else, but he couldn't. His body tensed up in the orgasm, and he felt weak once it finished.

"That's a good girl." The wolf stroked his cock upwards firmly to get every drop of his seed. With that same hand that stroked his cock clean, she reached underneath and brushed it against Brandon's face. "Here you go. Your own cum. Lick my hand clean and I'll get off you."

Brandon wasn't sure what else he could do. He smelled the damp musky scent that was his own seed on her otherwise clean hand. She pressed it between her cunt and his face, so he felt just how wet it was on his cheeks. He couldn't think of anything to free himself, although he blamed that on the recent orgasm.

The male wolf walked back inside with an outfit on a single hangar that seemed to float together. "Here it is. One maid outfit."

The female wolf rolled her eyes as the male one came back. "We were 'just' finishing up here. Can't you knock?" she smeared Brandon's cum on his face before she pulled himself up. She turned to face Brandon and put her hands behind her head. "I guess I'm just going to have to get the dildo again."

"What? He didn't satisfy you enough?" The male wolf chuckled. He set the outfit down on a dresser next to the bed. "You can't expect a maid to be 'that' good with you."

Brandon panted heavily. He smelled his cum and 'mistresses' juices all over him. "I'm not...I'm not wearing that." Brandon knew what they had in mind. They could strap him to the bed and humiliate him, but they couldn't force clothing on him.

"How cute, she wants to resist." The female wolf smiled. "You're in it for the long haul now sweetie, whether you know it or not. Tell me, what is my name?"

Brandon glared angrily at the female wolf. Neither wolves ever said their names, yet he could think of a few names in his head. "Yeah, you're Mistress." He paused. He wanted to say 'A bastard', he wanted to say 'bitch', he wanted to say other things that would make any mother gasp at his words, but all he could say was mistress. "I mean, you're not Mistress, you're Mistress." He shook his head. He couldn't say any other name, and the more he said it, the more he thought of her as Mistress.

"Good, good. I see we're quite influential on you already. Now, what is my name?" The male wolf asked.

Brandon still felt hung up on calling the female wolf mistress. Every time he tried to think of something else to call her, it just went to Mistress. He looked at Mistress with a grimace, and then looked at the male. "You're Master." He said with a sound of defeat in his tone. He knew if he had to call Mistress, Mistress, then he'd also end up calling Master, Master.

"Very good." Mistress untied Brandon's arms and legs. "Now, get dressed in this outfit, and don't take it off until we say otherwise."

Brandon wanted to run away the moment Mistress freed him. He screamed at himself mentally that he had to run out of the house. Clothes, naked, it shouldn't matter. However, he found while he wanted to leave, his body slipped on the maid outfit. He felt the silk slide up his legs as he covered his waist, but not his crotch. The bottom of the outfit slipped down just above his knees to hide everything between his legs, but it included no underwear. He then slipped the top on that resembled far more of a bra than anything. He then slipped on two feminine white gloves that went up to his elbows, and then a frilly top on his head. Lastly, he put on two silk leggings that one could see partially through, and then high heels. He looked just like a stereotypical French maid, although underneath the clothes, he was still very much male.

"Oh you look absolutely beautiful." Mistress giggled. "What do you think, honey?"

Master crossed his arms as he looked over Brandon. "The outfit will definitely work. The body underneath needs more changes however. It is far too manly."

"You know that will change in time." Mistress casually replied with a shrug. "At least he's under our spell."

"It will wear off in a few hours though." Master stretched his arms up. "But I'll make sure he falls under again."

Brandon sat up now that he wore the humiliating maid outfit. He wanted to rip it off, but as he grabbed the top, he found himself unable to tear it. "What spell are you talking about?" he asked angrily.

"It's an obedience spell." Master explained. "You will be forced to obey all of our orders, no matter how humiliating or degrading. If your body can't do the order, it will do whatever it has to in order to adjust it to do the order. For example, you have body hair. You've got hairy legs, hairy arms, a hairy stomach, and I don't like any of that on my maids. Shed all body hair below your head."

Brandon thought the order was nothing short of ridiculous. As he heard it, he felt his body tremble. He looked at his arms and watched as the hair shed rapidly. He wasn't 'that' hairy, but he was a man who didn't shave below his neck. "H-hey!" His legs, mostly exposed thanks to his new outfit, also shed its hair.

"See? I'm not a huge fan of pure males." Master walked behind Brandon and put his strong furry arms on Brandon's bare exposed shoulders. "But the more feminine you look, the more into you I can definitely get." He pushed his crotch up against Brandon's thigh. "Doesn't that make you excited? A woman to sit on your face, and a cock in your ass."

Brandon felt weak compared to the wolf that rubbed his shoulders. He wanted to jump away, but he couldn't find the strength to do so. "You did more than just...than just make me take orders, didn't you?"

"You'll find out over time." Master massaged Brandon's shoulders. "For now, we'll give you a moment's rest. Look around, get used to your new home. Talk to some of the servants. We'll call on you shortly to perform more...duties." Master and Mistress walked away with their tails high and swaying happily. "By the way," Master added. "You cannot leave the mansion unless we tell you otherwise."

Brandon watched them leave. He knew he was too weak to do anything to them, but he also knew he had to escape. He waited for them to walk away, and then glanced down at himself. He felt humiliated wearing such an outfit. Worse yet, he had no underwear underneath, and he was hairless. He was still undoubtedly male, and he was thankful for at least that. "Now how the heck do I get out of here?" He asked himself. He opened up the doorway out and glanced to the left and right. The doors looked almost identical with the only difference being a gold plating on the door with text on it, although Brandon couldn't read most from afar.

Brandon heard footsteps in one direction down the hallway. He heard high heels, so he assumed it must have been Mistress. He decided to walk down the other hallway and quickly noticed one sign that said bathroom. While he didn't have to use the bathroom, he knew one thing that bathrooms had were locks. He opened up the door and closed it behind him. He found a knob above the door and turned it. "There." He mumbled, and then looked around the bathroom.

The bathroom was three times the size of Brandon's old bedroom. A large tub resembled more of a hot tub in the corner, as well as a massive mirror that measured well more than twelve feet tall, and twice that wide behind three sinks. "A little overkill don't you think? I wonder how they even pay for this place." Brandon mumbled. He looked at himself in the mirror and noticed he still looked male, but the lack of body hair was very off putting. "I guess things could be worse." He said to himself. "But this outfit is horrible, and they're giving me orders that I 'have' to obey. It's just too much."

Brandon looked down at his feet and the high heels they forced him to wear. He wanted to take off the outfit, but he couldn't. "Ugh, what do I have to do to get out of this?"

"Why would you want to get out of it?" Master's voice echoed in the bathroom, menacingly.

Brandon gasped as he felt something warm on his shoulders, but the rest of his body felt freezing cold. He raised his head and noticed Master behind him. "How did you get in?" He asked in a panic. He had more questions than that, including how he went unnoticed for so long.

"The 'lock' above the door just changes it to say occupied. I can put two and two together easily." Master replied. "And I can order you to do anything. I can tell you to completely ignore me and be oblivious to me until I snap my fingers. You wouldn't even know I was in the same room as you until I snapped." Master kissed Brandon's neck. "You're a perfect moldable toy. Now, we really have to work on one huge issue of yours. You're still human, and I do not like that. I'm thinking shark, but not a very fierce one."

"A shark?" Brandon wondered how Master could even go about transforming him, but he had a few ideas if they were capable of literally ordering him to transform. "I'd...I'd rather not."

"You are not to speak against any of our ideas." Master grabbed Brandon's chest and pushed his crotch up against Brandon's thigh. "Now, the first thing we need to do is change your skin purple, so change your skin into a dark purple tone."

Brandon felt his skin shiver. He could also almost feel the color drain from his body, but he stood in front of a mirror to watch it happen before his eyes. He watched as his tanned skin darkened for a more purple hue. He wanted to shout for Master to stop, but Master made him incapable of doing so. He struggled to break free, but even though Master held him lightly, it was just enough that he couldn't move. He felt Master's cock brush up against his butt and gasped. "Uhn!"

"That a girl. Master's too strong for you to break free, isn't he?" Master chuckled down at Brandon. "Nice and purple, but still a male. Oh I can only imagine how you must feel, but now we have to work on those shark attributes."

Brandon closed his eyes and wondered why he couldn't free himself from Master. He knew he had the ability to run. Master wasn't holding him that hard. He just had to find the strength to pull himself away. 'I may think of his name as 'Master', but that doesn't mean he is my master.' Brandon thought to himself. With a deep breath, he pulled himself away from Master and over to the bathroom door.

"Oh, this shark has a little bite on her!" Master laughed. "Grow yourself a rubber shark tail for me to grab onto. We can't let you get away 'that' easily."

Brandon wanted to think that order was impossible, yet he could feel his spine stretch. Unlike many other tails that had a spine in them however, a purple tip that looked like the back of a shark's tail sprouted out from above Brandon's rear and pushed outwards. Brandon didn't want to look back and see it, but he could feel it. He grabbed onto the door and opened it up in a rush.

Master grabbed onto the small nub of a rubber shark tail that formed on Brandon's behind. "Like I said, not that easy!" He bellowed out with a laugh.

Brandon let out a sharp yelp when Master grabbed his tail. He continued to try to run, but he just felt his tail pull and expand more and more. He was afraid to look back and see just how long it was growing, but he felt it thicken as it pulled out. "Let go, please!" He knew he couldn't 'defy' Master, but he could make requests.

"Since you asked so nicely," Master let go of Brandon's tail. "Of course, but your ass is mine, don't forget that."

Brandon fell forward, but he recovered before he fell completely to the ground. He didn't look back. He turned down the hall and just ran. He wasn't sure where he was running off too, just that he had to get away from Master. Master's words echoed in his head about how his ass belonged to Master. He knew he couldn't forget it, even if he wanted to, all because Master ordered him. He raced downstairs and noticed there was another path down to the basement. He raced down the other flight of stairs to get into the basement, and then paused once he reached the cold cement floor bottom.

Brandon turned to see his rubbery squeaky purple shark tail. It wasn't transparent, although it was hard to believe the tail attached to his human skin. He couldn't even move the tail, but as he stroked it curiously, he shivered as he felt himself stroke his tail. "This is unbelievable. I have this maid outfit and now this feminine shark tail. Just what are they going to do with me?"

Brandon looked up the stairs as he panted. He didn't see any sign of Master or Mistress. He then looked around the basement and noticed various hallways. The interior reminded him of something one might see in a castle, but the servant's quarters of the castle. "So weird." He mumbled. He still felt afraid of Master and Mistress. He didn't want either of them to catch him and end up even more rubber. He knew he had to hide somewhere, but he had no idea where. The doors down in the basement were unlabeled. He picked one random wooden door and opened it up.

Brandon noticed what appeared to be a harem room on the other side.

Pink walls surrounded the harem with a variety of pillows on the ground. The center of the room sunk down to a large bed, seemingly built into the floor. It almost looked comforting if not for the situation at hand.

"Looking for some fun?" Mistress stepped out from behind a large pillar. "Normally we wait at least a few days, before we show new employees the sex dungeon, but if you're so eager, there's no way I could turn such a cute sissy girl like you down."

Brandon wanted to shriek. He felt his pulse race. He turned to the door and grabbed onto the handle. He didn't remember closing the door. He assumed it must have done so automatically.

Mistress giggled at Brandon's reaction. "Come here and tell me how much you adore being my sissy slave." She said sweetly.

Just like that, Brandon's muscles stiffened. As much as he tried to resist the order and run away, his body refused to listen to his will and caved in to the orders of mistress. Brandon felt his mouth open, and he couldn't control the next words that came out. "You must be crazy to think that anyone wouldn't love being your sissy slave, mistress!"

Brandon gasped and clasped his hands in front of his mouth, unable to believe what he just said. "I mean...I didn't mean that!"

"Of course you didn't." Mistress smiled widely at Brandon. "I told you to tell me that, not think that. Did you know we could order you to do more than transform physically and say things, but also mentally think things as well? Think about it. Think about being a maid. You don't have to think about what to do except to clean and serve. It's a simple life, and in a fancy mansion. What's there not to like?"

Brandon had to admit, thinking about it, having someone telling him all the things he had to do and not having to worry about anything else does sound nice. He shook his head as his mind filled with such thoughts. He wanted to shout at her to stop, but he couldn't refuse what Mistress wanted.

"Now, I want you to think about your own gender." Mistress smiled devilishly. "Let's replace all those manly thoughts with woman ones. Think of yourself as a woman."

Brandon let out a sharp gasp. He held onto his head as more thoughts invaded his mind. What was so great about being male anyway? Everyone expects you to act tough and deal with all sorts of life problems all on your own. "No. No! I must snap out of it, I'm a guy dammit!" As much as he hated to admit it, calling himself male started sounding increasingly strange.

"I see you're still in denial, but then tell me, why does thinking of yourself as a girl turn you on so much?" Mistress said with a cunning smile on her face.

"Th-that's not true." Brandon's mind suddenly filled with wearing cute dresses and Master's cock penetrating him. He felt a growing erection slide upwards. He wore no underwear, so it was free to rise up and pulse. The French maid outfit both Master and Mistress forced him to wear made the erection obvious to anyone that looked at his crotch.

"Isn't it? Look at yourself. The thought has you so turned on. Go ahead. Masturbate right in front of me, my little slut." Mistress spoke softly with a seductive smirk.

Brandon thought her words sounded outrageous, but his heart started to beat faster in excitement, as his dick screamed for release. He wanted to resist. He wanted to prove to mistress that he's stronger than she is, but with every passing second, the pain grew stronger and stronger. He shakily reached down with his hand and stroked his cock underneath his outfit. He just had to get some release.

Mistress kept her cocky smirk. "My, my! How indecent of a maid to masturbate in front of her mistress, and on the floor on top of that! Why, we can't have that here, now can we? You've been a naughty little slut. That cock is excessively large for a slut like you to have. We can't have someone with a cock like that; shrink it down until it is only a few inches big.

Brandon reached down with both of his hands to stroke his cock. His knees buckled as he nearly collapsed onto the ground. Despite his cock shrinking, it didn't make the situation any less pleasurable, but much harder to work his shrinking shaft with two hands. "Mistress...mph...Please." He wasn't sure why he said what he said. He needed release. He felt so close, even with such a pathetic size between his legs.

"Still going at it in front of Mistress without pleasuring her, are we? Well then, as punishment I want you to be unable to finish, until I say otherwise!"

Brandon was on the verge of reaching an orgasm, but as he approached the climax, he felt his grip loosen from his bulge. He felt his cock lose all shape and definition. His cock pulled back and rubber surrounded both it and his testicles. Brandon felt as if Mistress put his pleasure on pause. He couldn't get more aroused to climax, but he couldn't decrease his arousal either. The arousal was unbearable, and he had not a single thought about being straight. His thoughts were of Mistress dominating and humiliating him, and Master filling his soft plump ass.

"I can see you're suffering." Mistress paused for a second with a smile on her face. "Good. Now, let's work on your name. Your current one is too manly."

Brandon didn't know what was wrong with his name. 'Why is Brandon too manly?.' He thought to himself. He couldn't speak up about it though, Mistress made it impossible to do otherwise. "I..." He couldn't even think about what to say.

"Let us change it. Your new name, no, the name you will only remember your name is Brianna. Say it with me now."

"My name is B...Bran...Brianna." Brandon said, and then paused himself. 'Was it Brianna? Wasn't it Brandon? No, that doesn't make sense. That's a male's name. A male has a penis, but I clearly don't. Of course, it must be Brianna.' Brianna wanted to dig deeper into her mind. She knew there was something deeply wrong. She knew Mistress messed with her head.

"You are also going to get headaches when you try to remember your old self." Mistress said casually. She spoke as if she had dealt with that problem so many times already.

Just as Brianna swore she felt as if she were going to strike gold in her mind, a large headache hit her instead. She winced out in pain and stopped thinking about her old self, and just as soon as her headache came on, it went away.

"That's a good girl." Mistress pulled out a dildo from one of the shelves on the wall. "Present your ass to me, sissy."

Brianna felt like she should be embarrassed. However, it was nice for Mistress to reward her. It was only then she thought about the dildo both humiliating, and a reward. 'Why is...that was never a thing for me before was it?' She thought to herself. Her rubber tail lifted up easily as she bent over for Mistress. Her mind was conflicted whether or not she wanted to, but the order Mistress said that she had to do it anyways.

"Now tell me who you love most!" Mistress demanded as she thrust the dildo into Brianna's ass. She didn't even bother with lubricant.

Brianna felt her mouth move and speak against her will again. "Of course it's you. Every other maid can be jealous not to have someone as great and...ahn!"

Mistress shoved the dildo even deeper into her ass. The dildo went deeper than most dildos should have been able to be. "Did I tell you to tell me your life story? Perhaps it's better if you learn to be quiet!"

Brianna wanted to apologize, but as she tried to form any sounds, she felt her throat close in on itself. Her throat merged into one inseparable mass while her oral cavity filled in on itself. Her teeth, however, sharpened into murderous looking fangs. Her lips forced themselves into a wide, almost cartoonish smile and branded itself onto her face as a rubbery looking surface.

Mistress smiled down at her. "There, much better. Your beautiful smile tells me how happy you are with your mistress."

Brianna was at first horrified by having lost her ability to talk, or let alone eat, but then she remembered that rubber maids are not supposed to talk anyway, and why would a rubber creature have any need for food? How silly of her to think that she has any reason or need to talk. An obedient maid would never talk back to her mistress, after all.

Suddenly, the door opened, and Master stormed in with an angry expression. "I thought we agreed that her ass is mine?"

Mistress smiled comfortingly at Master. "Of course it is. I simply wanted to prepare it for you. Otherwise, she couldn't handle a cock as sizable and powerful as yours. She's all yours now, I need to relax anyway."

Brianna grabbed onto her head. She felt so confused. Her mind felt as if someone remolded it with her body. She had to fight these urges, but at the same time, she felt so aroused and happy.

Master slowly walked around Brianna. "Her skin tone is perfect, and her smile is divine, but she is not yet fully converted is she?"

"Now, why would I finish transforming her without you?" Mistress suddenly pulled the dildo out from Brianna and casually tossed it aside. "It's only right you should do the honors." She turned to Brianna. "Doesn't that excite you?"

Brianna felt her heart throb. She couldn't be any more aroused than she already was. 'Yes, it...no! It can't. I...ahn...Master's cock. I shouldn't be able to smell it, but I can! It smells so divine from here. I must be a good rubber shark maid.' She turned and wiggled her exposed ass to Master. She wanted to reply to Master, but she instead just let out a big rubber squeak through her small nostril. She used that to breathe now, as she couldn't do so through her mouth anymore.

"Well then, let's get to work." Master sat down and spread his legs. "Your ass, my cock. I shouldn't have to explain what you need to do, just that you should do it." He pulled down his pants and revealed a beet red canine cock that pulsed eagerly.

Brianna would have gulped if she had the ability to do so. She presented her bare ass once more and slowly moved in front of Master. She pushed herself down bit by bit until Master's cock fully impaled her. She let out another squeak as it filled her rear. Her toes curled, and she mentally moaned. She hated how much she loved it. She screamed at herself to fight, but her body had already changed beyond the point of no return.

"Good girl." Master said with a moan. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and then looked up to Mistress. "Work on finishing up her finer details, will you?"

"You know very well your cock can do that work." Mistress leaned down in front of Brianna. "Hm...To make the high heels permanent, or not? They are kinky, but slipping them off can also be just as." With a smile, Mistress removed Brandon's high heels and began to reshape her feet. She changed very little besides adding claw tips to the end of each toe. They would have looked very deadly if not for the fact her skin was purple and had a sheen to it.

"My cock is working on her insides." Master said with a smile, and a deep thrust. A faint squeak from Brianna's ass echoed in the harem.

Brianna felt herself transform both inside, and outside her body. She felt lighter, and she felt Mistress change and shift her toes. She looked down and noticed her toes looked almost as if they mimicked dangerous claws, but they also had a rubber sheen to them. She pressed one against the soft ground, and she felt the air in that foot shift. 'They're hollowing...they're hollowing me out. Oh fuck, it feels so good.' She thought to herself. Deep down, she knew she should resist, she knew she should try to find out about her old self, but what was the point? Master and Mistress provided her with extreme pleasure, and she helped them in return. She wanted release, but she was their servant, she didn't deserve release unless they said she could have it. She closed her eyes and let out a squeak.

"Hah, look at her. She's trying to moan in pleasure." Mistress teased. "Open those eyes and keep them open. They should be rubber, just like your mouth. We're not 'that' cruel though, so you should still most certainly see out of them."

Brianna's body obeyed. Much like what happened to her teeth, her eyes turned to rubber. She didn't have the ability to see what happened, but she felt it. Purple blurred her vision temporarily before her sight came back. She couldn't blink, but it didn't feel worrying. She was a rubber maid. Rubber maids didn't blink, and they barely even thought. She let out a huff of air in the form of a squeak. 'This...this is what I am. I'm their servant. Uhn...feels so good to take that cock, so good to obey.'

Mistress worked up Brianna's legs and began to pat and touch Brianna's torso underneath her outfit. She gently squeezed her waist and giggled when it pushed in almost entirely from a gentle squeeze. "Heh, he's really filling you full of hot air."

"Hah...have to plug it up...when we're done." Master said as he moved Brianna up and down his cock in timing with his thrusts. "She'll be nice, hollow, and obedient."

'Nice, hollow, obedient.' Brianna thought to herself. Thinking itself felt like it was becoming more and more of a chore. She wondered if even her head was going to become hollow. Then again, it really didn't matter what Brianna thought. She didn't even know why she was thinking in the first place. Thinking was for Master and Mistress. All she had to do was obey. She could tell she was pleasuring Master well enough too.

Mistress pulled Brianna's nose out into a shark snout and pulled her hair out. She grew Brianna's black hair long and silky. Her hair grew so long that it swept the ground, even when she stood up. "She can dust the floors just by walking now!" She smiled at her work. "She looks wonderful as a rubber shark maid, but something looks like it is missing. What do you think, honey?"

Master continued to hump and pump Brianna's rear seemingly endlessly. It felt much easier now that her body, both inside and out, was now fully rubber. He heard the squeaks every time he thrust his cock in, and it made him chuckle. "We have all the time in the world to adjust her, just like she has all the time in the world to make us happy, isn't that right Brianna?"

Brianna couldn't moan or talk in response even if she wanted to. Her face was stuck in a permanent goofy smile. Her 'cock' was now nothing more than a nub that felt so pleasurable to touch, but it never gave her release. She nodded to Master eagerly, unable to answer otherwise.

"That's a good girl." With a deep moan that was almost a howl, Master came deep in Brianna. His seed pumped and pulsed deep inside of her rubber body. He gripped her ass tightly and caused a loud squeak to come out of Brianna's nose, all by holding her ass.

Brianna smiled inside and outside her body. To feel her master's seed was truly the greatest gift of all. It told her she did a very good job satisfying both Master and Mistress. Deep down, she knew something was wrong, she knew something wasn't right, but it hurt to think much at all. She was a literal airhead. She squeaked loudly and happily. Her anus clenched down on Master's rear, although it did little as her entire body was now entirely rubber. She was still 'technically' male. She lacked tits, and she still had 'some' sort of cock, as well as a slight male build.

Master pulled his cock free once his orgasm finished. His seed dripped freely out of Brianna's ass, even as it slowly returned to a tight size. "Good girl." Master stood up and pulled out a collar and leash. He strapped it around Brianna's neck. "Now, let Master and Mistress take you and show you around your new home and your new life as our rubber shark maid."

Brianna didn't need time to recover from Master's orgasm. She simply squeaked and nodded eagerly, ready to start her life anew as their servant.