Give his girlfriend a new position

Henry left his sleeping mother and returned to the pencil, momentarily berating himself for leaving what seemed to be such a powerful object just lying on the counter. He sighed with relief to see it there, then grabbed it and a piece of paper. What to do, what to do...

He had an idea. He opened up a drawer full of dishtowels and pulled them all out. He looked at the empty drawer, fixed it in his mind, then closed it. He sketched out the drawer then using the pencil, but instead willed it with cash. The money wasn't terribly accurate, but then again, neither was the cartoon he had drawn of his mother, and the results on her certainly were authentic. Holding his breath, he opened the drawer. It was stuffed with money. He grabbed a bill and looked at it. It seemed perfectly real. He grabbed another. They even had different serial numbers.

"YES!" Henry exclaimed, a gleam in his eye. He was rich beyond his wildest dreams. No more money problems from here on out he could just draw more! He and Penelope could buy anything they desired!

"Of course," Henry said to himself. "I guess I don't really need to buy anything if I can draw it. I could draw us a big mansion and we could move right in! Of course, then I'd have to hire somebody to clean it, so I guess money will come in handy."

And then he had another thought. His eyes flashed wickedly and he practically lunged for another sheet of paper.

On it, he drew his girlfriend Tracy wearing a tight, lacy maid's uniform of the sort you would find at a lingerie shop. It was pencil grey of course, but in his mind it was baby blue. He doubled the size of her tits, making them almost, but not quite, as big as Penelope's jugs, but definitely perkier, pushed up and displayed by the uniform. He replaced her blonde pixie-cut hair with long, luxurious blonde curls that were piled up high on her head, held in place by a kerchif that was part of her uniform. While he enjoyed changing her body, where he really focused was her face. He made her look as much like herself as he could, but her expression was one he had never seen on her before. It was one of submission, desperation and overpowering arousal. He hoped he had it right. Just in case, he added a cartoon thought bubble over Tracy's head.

"I love being Mr. Hunter's maid. I don't know what I'd do if I ever lost my job. It's everything to me! I even love that he makes me dress like a slut, even though it embarrasses me. I love it when he tells me what to do! It makes me horny to have him order me about. The more humiliating the thing he asks me to do, the hornier it makes me! I know it's wrong, that I'm a total slut, but I can't help it! I'll do anything for him!"

Henry set the paper down and sighed, wondering if it really would work. The door bell rang. He scurried to answer it as fast as his growing errection would allow.

There was Tracy, just as he had imagined her as he drew her on the page.

"Am I late Mr. Hunter?" his transformed girlfriend exclaimed, a tone of humility that was completely foreign to the girl he had been out with the night before. "I'm so sorry! I hurried over as fast as I could!"

Henry struggled to look stern when he wanted to grin from ear to ear.

"Well, Tracy, I must say I'm disappointed," he said, and she quivered with dread. "Mother ended up doing the laundry."

"Oh no!" Tracy exclaimed. "Oh, please forgive me Mr. Hunter! Was Mrs. Hunter angry with me?"

"Not really," Henry confessed. "In all honesty, I ended up fucking her on top of the clean laundry, so she's pretty content, though the laundry is a bit of a mess now."

The Tracy of last night would have slapped him for saying such a thing. Tracy the maid blushed furiously at his confession, but looked down at her boobs.

"Then...then I can still do your laundry, Sir?" she asked hopefully.

"Yes, it needs to be washed again," Henry confirmed. "We got all kinds of juices on them. For an older woman, Mrs. Hunter lubes up awfully well."

"I...I'm sure she does, Sir," said Tracy, blushing even harder than Henry thought possible. "So, should I do the laundry now?"

"Why not!" Henry said, gesturing towards the room where he had first fucked his mother. Tracy clicked dutifully in that direction on the 6-inch platform heels he had drawn for her. He admired how her ass swayed. He hadn't even realized he had widened her hips like that, but it sure turned out nice.

When Tracy arrived in the laundry room, she couldn't help but giving in to a little gasp at the ruins of the Hunter's oedipal adventure.

"Make sure you sniff any damp spots," Henry advised her. "Anything that got my jism on it you're going to want to wash in cold or it'll stain."

Tracy shuddered and started breathing harder.

"Yes!" she exclaimed, then gasped. "Y...yes sir."

She clicked over to the pile of freshly frolicked in clothes, bent at the waist displaying her backside to Henry and picked up one of his mother's blouses. She sniffed a dark spot on it deeply, wavered a bit as if she was dizzy, then looked at Henry.

"I...think this one has...it..." she said, then shuddered, her eyes glazing slightly.

"Then start a pile, girl!" Henry said. "I can see I'm going to have to watch you if there's to be any hope of getting this done right."

"If...if you think that's best sir," she said. "sorry sir."

She walked over to an empty laundry basket and bent over to put the blouse in it, showing her ass again. The blouse wasn't the only thing with a spot. The pale blue panties he had drawn on Tracy had a growing patch of dampness. She clicked back to the pile of clothes, bending deep, the tits he had given her threatening to escape the uniform. She grabbed another article and sniffed and shuddered.

"And they say you can't get good help," Henry thought to himself. "Still, is this really the best use of an employee with such incredible assets? What else could I have her do?"