She turns Laura into their maid

Camilla turned to Laura, who was shaking uncontrollably while looking at her. The indifference with which Peter looked at the woman who was still his wife a minute earlier was particularly funny to her. Ignoring the couple's three children, who were still unable to move or speak, she stepped in the direction of their mother.

-Please," she whispered.

-Now now, I'm not a monster, you know. You love Peter, don't you?

-Yes," Laura said, looking down.

-And you would like to stay with him forever?

-Yes, she repeated.

-That's so sweet. Well, rejoice, because I’m about to grant you wish.

Camilla snapped her fingers and Laura fell to the ground, as if she had been freed from the magical grip that had closed over her. She wanted to get up, but suddenly felt her whole body invaded by a heat that made her moan.

-Oooooooooo....

-Of course, you can't be Peter's wife anymore, since I'm the one in this position now. But I have an idea what I'm going to do with you.

-What... what's happening to me. My skin ! it burns!

Laura opened her eyes when she saw her pale forearms suddenly darken, adopting a more tanned complexion that quickly spread throughout her body. In an instant, she had the skin tone of a latina. Her brown, straight hair began to curl and turned black.

-No, stop it! Stop it! I beg you, Deja de transformarme, por favor.

She covered her mouth with both hands when she heard herself talking. Did she just speak Spanish? But she didn't know that language. How was that possible?

-No, no, wait! Wait! That's not what I meant, I sólo quiero que mi vida vuelva a ser como era antes.

Laura stopped crying. She felt a presence in her head. A presence that was changing her from the inside. It was getting more and more difficult to speak English.

-Peter doesn't need a second wife. On the other hand, a maid can still be useful.

Camilla clapped her hands, and Laura's clothes disappeared all of a sudden, leaving her naked, revealing the darker skin that now covered her entire body.

-Please leave me alone! Nunca le he hecho daño a nadie!

-Sorry, darling, I don't speak Spanish," Camilla laughed.

Laura lowered her head, ****. She knew from now on, she would never be able to speak English as she had always done.

Camilla snapped her fingers, and this time Laura saw her own body betray her. Her already impressive breasts literally exploded in volume, like two mountains of flesh in which every man on this planet would dream of plunging his face. Her ass was the second part of her body to swell, reaching proportions that even Nicki Minaj would have thought was too much. Laura cried of shame at the sight of what had become of her body, closer to a blow-up doll than to a human being. She closed her eyes to concentrate, in the hope of fighting the changes she was undergoing. When she opened them again, her blue eyes had turned brown. Her lips started swelling too, forever frozen in a sensual pout.

-Por favor, haré lo que quieras.

-Enough whining. Get to work!

Camilla snapped her fingers, and the next moment Laura was wearing a maid’s outfit, or rather the outfit that a stripper would have worn to satisfy the fantasies of her client who wanted to fuck his maid.

The outfit she was wearing was far too tight, compressing her curves and making it difficult to breathe. It was also much too short. The pink top of her nipples protruded from her outfit, while the skirt she was wearing allowed much of her fat ass to protrude. Her hair was now styled into a bun. Camilla snapped her fingers again and suddenly she was holding a broom in one hand and a feather duster in the other.

• I'm starting to like what I’m seeing.

-no, no, no, no is posible.

-Shut up !

Camilla stepped into the direction of the transformed woman and looked her straight in the eye.

-Listen to me carefully. What I'm going to tell you are the pillars of your new life. You wanted to stay here, that's fine. But don't expect it to be as fun as it used to be.

Laura didn’t dare to say anything anymore. She was waiting what her enemy had to say, unable to hide the terror she felt.

-Your name is Sofia. You arrived in the country a few months ago, and your biggest fear is to be arrested and deported. That's why you agreed to work for us for free. In exchange, you are fed and housed. You don't speak a word of English, and to be honest, you're not really good at anything. Every time you do something stupid, you're punished without mercy. You're used to being beaten, humiliated. When someone wants to take advantage of you, you won't be able to say no, but you'll hate every minute of it. You have no future outside this house and you know it.

As she spoke, Camilla saw Laura's eyes rolling in their sockets as her words burned into her mind, destroying what was left of the person she was and turning her into someone else forever. She was pulled out of her trance by an angry scream.

-What the fuck ?

She jumped and saw Peter, who was still her loving husband an hour ago, looking at her, furious.

-The house is filthy. There's dust everywhere. What the hell are you doing all day?

-Lo siento señor, llego tarde, pero voy a hacer todo lo que pueda para...

-I don't care about your excuse !

Peter ran at the maid and punched her in the face, right under her eye. Sofia fell backwards and began to sob. Peter wanted to hit her again, but Camilla stopped him.

-Calm down, I'm sure she regrets it.

The witch leaned over to Sofia and stroked her hair, while the maid massaged her already swelling cheekbone.

-You upset my husband, Sofia. After all he's done for you. How do you plan to make it up to us ?

Sofia looked down and understood what they expected from her. She nodded and stood timidly in front of Peter.

-Puedo hacerle bien, señor..

In response, Peter unzipped his fly and grabbed his already erect cock. Before Sofia had time to react, he grabbed her by her hair and pushed his dick deep into her mouth, until the tip touched the back of her throat.

Sofia widened her eyes and almost choked, but she knew she would only make her situation worse if she struggled. With tears in her eyes, she began to blow her ex-husband as if her life depended on it.

-Be brutal with her," Camilla whispered in Peter's ear. I don't mind you fucking the maid once in a while, but I don't want to see any love in it. She’s nothing more than an object to empty your balls into.

-Yes, growled Peter, ignoring Sofia's attempts to breathe.

At the end of what seemed to last forever to Sofia, he finally cummed in her mouth, at the back of her throat. The servant had a gag that caused some cum to come out through her nose, before dropping to the ground, exhausted.

-It will be all right this time, Peter grunted, before grabbing the broom and throwing it at Sofia. And now, clean this fucking dump !