Commission by  Miltonholmes - Art Deer with story by  LenoraTheYinglet

He had never put all that much effort into keeping everything clean. Had had done what he needed of course. Dishes, cooked, dusted, vacuumed. But overall, he never went crazy with it.
But today he needed something to do. There was some cleaning to do. But… His eyes drifted to a leaflet he got in the mail. A job opening? The wording was really vague. The pup couldn’t quite work it out. But worth a shot anyway. He rang up.

“Hello?” Zeydaan spoke up. He was slightly nervous. Which wasn’t at all put to rest when he got the response.

“Ah hello. After a job?” Straight to the point.

A little hesitation, he responded “Sure, got any openings?”

“Well one, in cleaning. Easy enough. Tell ya what, come down today. I’ll book you in for 10. Don’t be late” Click. Whoever it was hung up…They forgot to introduce themselves.
Oh well. What could go wrong.

Zey figured this would be his appointment, cleaning wasn't too hard. But cleaning pays well! The room was oddly empty, nothing to be seen except this weird muzzle hanging down. The door slammed shut behind him.
He began to rub his head, “Zeydaan! Attach the tube to your muzzle.” That was quite sudden and awfully loud for the poor pups ears.
He stiffened quite a bit from the start! He saw a muzzle looking thing with a tube on it. Just hanging from the ceiling. Dripping some shiny yellow goop.

He lifted it. “Uh.. why?” he asked the PA.

“If you wish to survive the gas being pumped into the room” It was spoken so flatly So matter of fact.. Zey panicked, he held it over his muzzle and pressed into it. It clicked and locked in place!

“Good, you can follow orders.” The voice spoke up. “Now. Here is your reward.”


His eyes widened as he made some vague muffled protest. He pushed on it, he’d assumed it was just some breathing apparatus! The damn thing was so tight and.. Oh he felt the goo starting to drip. To keep it from getting to his nose he just drank it.
There was so much and it tasted.. Rubbery.

He felt…

Woozy.

Already his body was shrinking slightly. His chest tingled and itched. He pressed a hand over a pectoral and found.. It swelling under his hands. Getting slowly heavier!

Nothing seemed to be happening yet. But Zey felt oh so weird all over. Every bit of him felt somewhat dulled and smoothed. But other than slightly poofy shoulders and an off colour around his muzzle.
The worst of it… The goo, it tasted so good. He wanted more. But no more was coming when the feeding mask popped off his face.

“Return tomorrow for your next feed.” The voice instructed. “And clean your home.”

“What why?” He spoke in response. Feeling awfully woozy and full.

“You’ll regret it otherwise.” Stone cold. He knew that it may not end well for him if he didn’t follow the orders.
So home he went, an overwhelming compulsion washed over him. Wasting no time he got started. Cleaning the house within an inch of its life and finally passing out on his bed.

The very next day.

Zeydaan was there on time, he sat down at the seat by the mask. And quickly put it on. That goop… it tasted so nice. He had been craving it all night.
“Enjoyed that taste Eh? Well then guess we shall start the next session.”
He eagerly awaited as he saw the pink goop flowing down the tube. Reaching his lips he eagerly slurped it up as it began to change him.

His chest swelling some more, it was starting to feel smooth as the fur fused together. Turning black. Some.. white frills forming around his chest and upper arms as his shoulders swelled. Hollow insides, poofy shoulders. He was too into the taste and the feeling of the thick goop entering his muzzle.
To even think about the changes, like his skin turning to yellow scales. Thinning out his fur in some places.
Somewhat shiny in nature. It was So good. He couldn’t help but rub as his chest continued to grow out. Frills forming around his wrist. White and shiny!
His back tingled as fur on his arms and legs turned black. White forming across his chest covering much. It was all so impossible to hide under clothes now, just how much like a maid he was dressed.


She just kept on gulping down the pink fluids, happily sucking it down in her dazed state. “Yes Isabella, I sure hope you are enjoying yourself~” The voice rang out. But she barely processed what was said. She was a good maid right?


The tube was removed once more. “That is enough for today. Don’t want to overwhelm your body afterall. Come back tomorrow.”
And so she would. She marched off. Her half heel, half paws clicked on the ground. They had formed heels enough to start turning solid.

Before she left she saw.. Oh my, the reception area. It looked like it was in an awful state! A quick stop won’t matter too much? She grabbed some cleaning supplies, knowing where the cleaning cupboard was almost instinctively: As if drawn towards it. She Got started. Cleaning the windows down. Door, desk, even scrubbing those pesky mud stains from the, in her opinion, quite tacky carpet. It didn’t match the curtains at all… maybe she could use some of her paycheque to fix that sometime. Get this place looking perfect.
The idea of that filled her with elation.

On the way home her thoughts were all muddled. She knew something wasn’t right.. it wasn’t right? Something was off? But couldn’t put her finger on it.
When home she would check herself out in the mirror. Her muzzle looked odd, kind of canine? The nose was still a little black. And her wings were too short?
Oh dear this place was decorated quite poorly… what was she thinking…

Well she would just ask those nice people about these things on her mind tomorrow.


Her wings wiggled a bit. Her body slimmed around the belly and her waist.
She ran her hands over her hips as her thighs and ass swelled out. She could feel the latex rolling over her, the skirt flops down over her hips. Dropping down, it was so shiny…
Those pesky paws too were starting to fuse together. Toes merging into one.
Hands changing.. More and more delicate.

Her eyes swirling. Pink quickly took over, as the dominant colour. She was looking more and more maidlike by the second.
“Well Isabella, how do you feel~” The voice said. The mask once again detaching from the face.
Some of the goo dripping from her muzzle. She wiped it off of her face gently. Dutifully consuming that too, causing a pair of horns to spiral out. Flat ears and short spines. Her cap rested perfectly atop her head. Never to budge from that spot.

She was fully maid-ed! She strained out her dress and made sure it was hanging just right from her tail.
“Ready for duty” She spoke up. Her new voice would come to a shock to her previous self. But to her. It was perfectly perfect!

“Hmmm we aren’t too sure if we-” Isabella cut the voice off.

“Pleeease!” She begged. “Let me clean for you!!”

There was a chuckle. “Get started then.”