Taylor Maid

“What are you doing!” Taylor shrilled in high pitched girlie panic when Casey began peeling off the tight t‑shirt she was now wearing.

“Oh relax; it’s not even called topless when a guy does it, and I’m a guy now. I want to see what I look like,” Casey said, quickly striding over to the mirror. “Wow! I thought I’d end up looking like you but, sorry Hon, you never had muscles like these. I’m a beefcake!” Twisting and posing for the mirror, Casey caught sight of her bodacious little husband, his thin feminine arms unwittingly compressing his huge breasts into twin mountains of cleavage as he used both little hands to reflexively cover his flat crotch.

“In for a penny in for a pound. I need to see the rest of it.” Casey said, stepping out of the slippers and stripping off her shorts and tighty‑whities. “Damn! How do you men deal with these things,” Casey asked mischievously, lightly stroking her very large erection as she turned to face her husband. Casey smirked seeing Taylor’s shock and, was that fear … yes fear. More telling, was her husband’s girlie body betraying him with the sudden smell of wet pussy and large erect nipples.

Casey thrilled with a rush of lust and power. A couple of long confident strides overtook Taylor’s little frightened retreat. Casey gently, but inexorably, held Taylor’s soft round shoulders, leaned down and mischievously whispered, “I believe we were talking about a spanking.”

Taylor was a crazy mixed up cauldron of: confusion, lust, fear, and excitement. “No, I …,” Taylor squeaked shrilly. Before he could recover his mental center, he was effortlessly swept up and pinned face down across Casey’s knee. “No! You can’t do this to me,” Taylor shrieked in a panicky voice, so high it was a Mini‑Mouse level of comical.

“Oh sweetie, of course I can,” Casey said chuckling, while gently caressing and patting her little husband’s soft plump bottom.

“Don’t you even think about it!” Taylor commanded, in a cute little squeaky feminine voice that made Casey smile at the sound while dismissing the words.

Buzzing with glee at the sound of her husband’s impotent whining, Casey applied a careful stinging smack to Taylor’s soft plump round ass.

“No, I’m not a woman!” Taylor shrieked, more from indignation than pain.

“Silly girl, of course you are, smell it? That smell of wet pussy is you.” Casey laughed, and delivered another careful smack to Taylor’s other plump ass cheek.

“No! I’m not …,” Taylor began, only to gasp from a sudden overwhelming sensation that electrified his whole body.

Casey smiled with wicked satisfaction as she eased her large male finger into her husband’s wet cunt. She knew exactly what was what, and every time her husband tried to speak, she sent little explosions of nirvana into him. Taking him to a desperate but unsatisfied edge, she stood him back up and gently guided his full lips to the tip of her thick throbbing cock. She was almost ready to explode with excitement just at the idea of her husband being the one performing the blowjob.

Initially in a daze of frustrated need, Taylor listlessly accepted the head of Casey’s erection into his mouth, surprised by how large it seemed as it stretched his plump lips wide. This quickly shifted to a focused demanding drive for Taylor, as he used both of his small hands to squeeze and pump Casey’s big hard cock with all his strength, as he sucked with crazed abandon. The sudden explosion caught him by surprise, and he pulled back swallowing a load of cum, only to have second and third cum explosions spew all over his face and tits as he pulled further away.

“Holy fuck! I never knew … I never knew,” Casey gasped and panted.

Recovering her sensibilities, Casey laughed uproariously and said, “You look good like that!”

Humiliated and still sexually frustrated, Taylor half screamed and bolted for the bathroom.

“I owe men an apology,” Casey quietly said to the empty room. “It’s no wonder men always want blow jobs. I thought they were just being dicks, well they are, but the sense of dominance followed by the mind numbing explosive gratification of ultimate success is like nothing I could ever have imagined.”

Casey kept snickering to herself thinking about her husband dealing with his cleanup. In the meantime, she ransacked her clothing for something, but she wasn’t sure exactly for what. Like lightning, both the idea and the clothing hit with sudden inspiration.

While wearing nothing but gym shorts in full commando. Her thoughts were beginning to stir her marvellous, albeit still recovering, cock. In turn this seemed to further drive her thoughts and plans. Last but not least, was a little experiment she wanted to try.

Taylor came out from the bathroom, awkwardly holding a large bath towel. “How are we going to fix this?” Taylor said, his voice rising extra high nervously as he struggled to not look at his tall muscled, nearly naked, glorious beefcake of a wife.

“Well first, I laid out something for you to wear.” Casey said pointing to the bed. “Unless you want to just run around naked, because I’m okay with that,” Casey said, with a deep mocking guffaw.

“Your baby doll nightie! Seriously!” Taylor bleated, wide eyed.

“Yes! It’s easy and one size fits most, more or less.”

Casey struggled to suppress her smirk of amusement watching her husband slip on the diaphanous piece of fluff. The icing was watching him wriggle and squash his large breasts into place, at least as much as possible. The overflow was intoxicating!

“Fluffy slippers?”

“You’ve seen me wear them around the house. They’re slip on, so size is not critical.”

Taylor stood in front of the mirror. “I suppose this will work for now. But how are we going to fix this?”

“I’m thinking that we can go shopping tomorrow for some outrageous heels. You put them on, and I change you into a guy. Ha ha, that’s such a crazy thought. You need to wear outrageous fuck‑me stilettos in order to be changed back to your male self. You take the clothes off, I put them on, then they revert to their previous state after ten minutes, reverting me as well. We may have to experiment with getting it fine tuned, so we should probably buy you several pairs of outrageous heels. What a fun shopping trip, I can’t wait.

“That seems like it should work,” Taylor said hesitantly.

“There is one little thing I need to test. I need to make sure I can still invoke the spell, now that I’ve been changed too,” Casey said, seemingly unconcerned.

“What!” Taylor shrieked in a panic.

“Jeeze Tits, take it easy on my ears.”

“Don’t call me that, it’s demeaning,” Taylor attempted to reprimand, in his cute little voice.

“Oh please! I’ve heard you use a lot worse,” Casey said, waiting for the moment.

“Himmphfff,” Taylor said in girlie disdain, and turned away.

Casey waited, … and … now! ‘Mutatio vestium decem …’.

From one step to the next, Casey changed her husband’s outfit, and incidentally took another five inches off his height in the process, and he’d not yet noticed.

As quickly as she could, she again invoked, ‘Mutatio vestium decem …’, and he was back to the baby doll nightie before he could take two more high heeled steps in the sexy maid outfit.

“Good news! We’re good to go tomorrow, I can still make changes.” Casey whispered into her husband’s ear, gently gripping his soft round shoulders from behind and arresting his little miffed retreat.

Despite his complaint about being called Tits, Taylor was still horny and secretly thrilled by his wife’s aggressive behavior. Nevertheless, he felt obligated to object. “How do you know?”

“I made a small change, then immediately changed back.”

“I thought I noticed something but wasn’t sure. Wait! You immediately changed back, you didn’t have to wait for the 10‑minute revert?”

“Apparently not. That’s what I wanted to test. I also want to try this,” Casey said, as she bent down and kissed Taylor’s slender little neck from behind.

Taylor gasped as his wife snugged him in tight with one powerful arm and held him immobilized as she drifted her other hand up under his short baby doll nightie and slowly caressed her large male fingers up his soft inner thigh. Taylor’s legs nearly gave out when his wife penetrated him with a finger. The moment was briefly disturbed when he felt himself caught and set back down next to the ottoman. When he received another mind numbing flush of arousal, he bent forward, putting both hands on the ottoman for balance, and locked his knees against collapse.

Casey tried to judge the time for her little experiment, and began fingering her husband faster and faster.

“Please! Oh god, oh please! Stop messing around,” Taylor gasped in shrill desperation.

Casey smiled, noticing her husband had shifted his feet wide and dropped down onto his forearms. His face was nearly eating the ottoman cushion and his ass was high and ready. ‘Maybe my idea isn’t going to work,’ she sighed. ‘No matter, time for the main event,’ she grinned, as she reached for the hem of her husband’s short nightie to flip it up.

Suddenly it wasn’t a baby doll nightie! It was the ruffled hem of a short sexy French Maid Costume. ‘So revert means previous, not original!’ Casey practically cackled to herself, noting that her husband’s ass was somewhat higher and he was bent over to an even greater degree. ‘Ha! Platform stilettos and five inches shorter, ...bitch,’ she sniggered to herself, and took her husband. Barely recovered from the blowjob, Casey had near limitless stamina as she stretch her husband’s tight little twat, and pounded him deeply and mercilessly to the wondrous encouragement of his high pitched incoherent screams of orgasm.

“Oh god!! Aaaaahhhhh! …..,” Taylor screamed and screamed and screamed, helpless to do anything but take it, and maybe die of torturous bliss. Before he could die, he was pounded one more time, deeper and harder, accompanied by a pulsing load of liquid humiliation forced into the very core of his soul.