Fifi Jiggletits, the silly French maid

“Well, since you look good, let’s make you look ‘better,' heh heh~” Madame said evilly, as the effects took hold. Carlos’s proportions start getting more absurd. Suddenly her rear expands to a firm bubble butt, and her boobs exploding outwards to basketball sized proportions, sitting high on her chest high and firm despite their ridiculous size, and very bouncy. Pink nipples extending out to one inch thick suckers, and her mammaries sending tingling feelings to her newly made slit from just moving slightly, her nipples especially. A pressure on her waist applies itself, squeezing her into an hourglass shape. Her hair lightens more, turning into a shocking pink color, and weaves itself back and forms a big bow out of her hair. Her face becomes caked in makeup, heavy purple eyeshadow, long eyelashes, girly pink lipstick, and instead of her rosy cheeks, in place are two silly pink circles. Her lips become more plushed, and puckering together against her will. Her nails become adorned with sparkly pink polish. Carlos starts trying to talk, despite her making kissy noises when speaking, “*mwah*, okay, you can *mwah*, stop now!*Mwah*” “Oh but Fifi dear, we’re just starting to have fun~” Madame Cherry singsongs, and snaps again.

Fifi starts getting annoyed, knowing somehow that her name changed, despite her memories saying otherwise. Suddenly Fifi’s body started to move, despite her trying to stay still to prevent any accidental jiggle, and the movement shakes them a lot, promoting another surge of pleasure. Fifi is now leaning forward at the waist, uncontrollably kissing. Her tits hang deliciously together, and her hands at her hips, sticking out to the sides as she wiggles her rear. “Fifi est une énorme cochonne pour votre plaisir, Madame!” Fifi said angrily between kisses. Cherry started laughing at her while Fifi was wide-eyed at what came out of her mouth. Fifi didn’t know any french, and from Cherry’s laughter as she understood that particular dialect, it can’t have been too flattering either. The whole situation is making her even more angry, she just wants to go back to dusting with her rear while she tugs her nipples, that’ll make her feel better…Wait, something doesn’t sound right to her about that thought. But the more she tries to figure it out, the more she wants to stick a feather duster up her ass and shake her tatas at anyone watching.

“Oh, is my widdle maid swut aww confuzzled dear?” Madame said in a mocking tone. Before Fifi could retort, Cherry snaps again, and suddenly Fifi became extremely aroused, as she usually does when Madame uses her power over her to make her do silly things. Fifi Jiggletits sits up and proclaims to Madame, “Fifi a mamelles massives qu'elle joue avec tout le temps! Regardez-les trémousser!” and starts bouncing in place, making her bobs bounce every which way, sending her into fits of orgasm, while Cherry into fits of giggles. “Oh Fifi dear, you are so funny, and very arousing, how about we get you your uniform, hmm?” and with a snap, Fifi’s body starts being (barely) covered by an extremely sexy French maid outfit. with elbow gloves with frills adorn her arms, while her legs become encased in white thigh-highs, held by a garterbelt. Fifi’s feet arch up into direct tippy toes as she is now wearing ballet heeled black shoes. around her neck, a frilly choker appears, and a frilly maid bonnet sits on top of her head. The dress portion in particular is no better, with its poofy sleeves on her shoulders, backless, and barely holding her large tits in the frilly bodice. the skirt of it may have been somewhat presentable being calf-length at most, if not for the fact that it flares out parallel with her waist with a bunch of plush petticoats as well, like a perverted tutu, and the little apron resting on the front of the skirt, uselessly.

Fifi always loved her uniform, as Madame gave it to her and only allowed her to wear it or nothing. Despite it being silly and impractical, it was magic, making her never lose blance, and the skirt always barely brushing against anything despite how close she is to it, to prevent breaking anything. Fifi was no longer hopping, but now practicing her silly slut poses for Madame, alternating between each one in her favorite (and only) uniform. But something doesn’t feel right. “Whoops, we can’t forget your working tool, now can we?” Madame said and snapped again. The feeling of a long hard shaft violated Fifi’s rear entrance, sending her in a mind-numbing orgasm. She always was an anal slut, hence why she agreed with Madame that that is how she must always clean with her feather duster.

“Fifi aime être baisée au cul. Fifi est une sale pute sale, s'il vous plaît lui ordonner de faire des choses cochonnes pour vous!” Fifi cried out, as she went over and stood on the couch, and began doing squats while wiggling the feather duster from side to side, dusting it as one of her hands was behind her head and the other on her hip as she shakes said hips. Cherry was getting very horny watching this show, and very entertained by the rampant silliness she’s making Fifi do. But she wants a different kind of show now, a little more…French. ”Oh Fifi~ Time to dance the dance of your people, my dear!” and Fifi immediately hop off of the couch and wiggles over to the middle of the room and gives a deep curtsey. “Oui Madame, Fifi se fera un plaisir faire le cancan pour vous, je l'aime à agir comme une petite chienne stupide!” and goes right in doing the cancan, raising her already heightened skirt, doing high kicks which shouldn’t be possible for her state of dress, and boobs bouncing violently in their holster, with her nipples poking out from the dancing effort.

(The french is google translated, I know very little of the language, I hope that’s fine.)