The Strange Case of Dr Dogsbody and Mrs Slut

You take a moment to glance over your recently gender-swapped butler, figuring that was too rare of an opportunity to let pass unnoticed. Your first fleeting impressions were decidedly correct; she is quite beautiful. Deep blue eyes, supple tanned skin, long silver hair pinned back in a bun...in your world (because it is clear we are definitely not in Kansas anymore) she'd would have turned heads in any room she walked into. And you can't help but notice how her dignified uniform now snugly embraces her rounded hips and perky bottom. Didn't she used to have a one of those cravat things? She sure doesn't now, her immaculately white shirt bared open to reveal the smallest hint of tasteful cleavage.

She is pretty damn young looking though; she looks like some servant's pert little teen who got too caught up in Bring Your Daughter to Work Day. You hope to fuck you set her to at least eighteen with your crude fumblings. You reach out to tap her profile on the magical interface. Stats, maybe that's it? The Stats menu glows briefly as you touch it, then expands into a massive list of entries and numbers. You need a goddamn search function. Well fuck, let's try the easy way.

"Hey, ah, Dogsbody. How old are you, again?"

If the girl butler found that to be a strange question, she is far too polished to show it. "Eighteen and four months, Sir." she says as she deftly takes your other burned hand and begins to tend to it. Well she still sounds British (right, is England even a thing here?), but rather more like a barely-legal coed trying to cosplay as a butler than before.

So wait, does this mean she doesn't actually realize what's happened? Because when she first walked in she was easily in her sixties. And, you know, a dude. "And that's not...odd to you?"

"No, Sir."

"You being eighteen is totally normal?"

"Eighteen and four months, Sir."

"Yes yes whatever; none of that confuses you?"

"Sir will be pleased to know that the continued march of space and time has not caught me off-guard, no."

You frown a bit. Okay, she needs to lighten up already. Is there a slider here for "Easing the Hell Up"? Oh wait, "Professionalism (Butler)?" You try to select it but keep getting an error noise. What? And why is this one right at the top? You notice a label over the entry marked "Keystone", giving it a tap and causing a new window to pop up.

Okay, here we go, "Keystone Traits".

The window displays a list of three statistics, all grayed out. Huh, it looked like the entries on the main list were all set somewhere between one and ten, but each of these is set to eleven or higher. "Duty" is at eleven, so is "Loyalty". "Professionalism (Butler)" is actually at a fourteen? You furrow your brow, trying to parse this all out when the helper voice whispers in your brain again.

-you have selected Keystone Traits. would you like you know more?-

"Uh...yes, please."

-under usual circumstances, a subject's statistics are ranked between either one and five or one and ten. these may be edited largely at will. if events cause a statistic to be raised above ten, it will become a Keystone Trait. these traits are considered an essential part of a subject's being and cannot normally be altered.-

As the voice fades away, you mull over that. So being a man wasn't "core" to who Dogsbody was, but being the absolute model of a butler is? That's...actually pretty interesting. Well, it looks like you can't directly alter the girl to be a bit more casual...but maybe there is some other entry that can crack that composed outer shell?

You minimize the Keystone Traits window, returning to Dogbody's main entry and starting to scroll down. Hm.........oh, okay. This might be funny. "Arousal"? It's one of the one to five entries, and it's set to one. Guess Old Dogsbody was a prude, and Sexy Dogsbody is one too. Well, let's see about that.

You carefully extend a finger, sliding the butler's Arousal from One to Two. Nothing. Here's Three. Still nothing? Maybe this is, like, the opposite of a Keystone Trait and is permanently set at the lowest level. You decide to flick the Arousal over to five anyway. You squint your eyes a little as you look down at the young butler, who has begun to carefully bandage the hand that isn't currently attempting to edit her very existence. Is her neck a bit darker? Is she flushing a bit? Your inspections are interrupted by an annoyingly loud *ding* in the back of your head, immediately followed by the helper voice.

-statistic upgraded. open upgraded statistic?-

You furrow your brow and give a small nod, the menu quickly cycling down until it stops on a highlighted entry. Whoa, 'Libido"? It's currently set to Two, but it looks like it recently upgraded from a one to five category to a one to ten. More curious than anything at this point, you put your finger to the slider and move it all the way to Six.

You wait a moment, trying to figure out what if anything as happened. You are sure you heard a faint straining noise...Dogsbody's melodic voice breaks through your musings. "Your other hand, sir?"

You blink, then look down at her as you lift your unbandaged hand. "Oh, yes, sure." Wait! Oh, wait; there it is! Before you could only see the faintest hint of cleavage at the neck of her uniform's shirt, but now there's definitely a half-inch of tanned boob happily making its presence known. Wait, is that really it? She went from a two to a six!

You slide Dogsbody's libido up to a seven and watch as maybe a quarter of an inch more cleavage dips out of her shirt. There's that straining noise again...it definitely wasn't her shirt, it sounded more like it was coming from her pants. You begin to scan the girl's body, understandably missing that her breath has almost imperceptibly deepened as she notices you inspecting her. Her pants don't look tighter; that delightful ass of hers is cradled just as tightly as it was a few moments ago. Then you notice it. Oh fuck, there is no way Dogsbody had a camel toe like that earlier.

You slide her libido to an Eight, then go ahead and push it all the way to a Ten, staring wide-eyed as her pussy visibly shudders and plumps within the too-snug confines of her pants. When her groin finally settles, Dogsbody is left with an absolute peach squished between her legs, her utterly plush, still slightly quivering lips thrown into stark outline as they do their very best to friskily devour the crotch of her pants. You can even see her fat little marble of a clit cheekily popping out to say 'hello'. You whip your eyes up to the girl butler's face as she carefully starts to tie down your bandage.

Seriously?! Nothing?!

She's just as solemn as before! Maybe even more so! You clear your throat. "So. How, ah, are you feeling?"

"Quite well, Sir."

"Only 'quite well'?", you ask with a leading tone.

"Sir will pardon me, I really must see to Sir's bandaging."

You give the butler a flat look for a moment, then quickly begin cycling back through the menu. Where was Arousal again...oh shit, "Sensitivity"? This one is still locked at one to five, so you immediately throw it over to the maximum setting. Nothing. You find Arousal again, now a one to ten, and slide it all the way up to full. You grit your teeth in frustration when, again, it appears as if nothing happens. Then that stupid bell rings in your head again.

-statistic ungraded. open upgraded statistic?-

You sigh defeatedly, but are still curious enough to give a nod. Immediately, the Keystone Traits menu resizes. Wow, raising all those other stats so high pumped Dogsbody's libido up to a twelve? Then why....oh. Professionalism is at a sixteen now. You've only begun to consider that when Dogsbody gives a small shudder and an almost inaudible little whine, then messily orgasms in her pants right in front of you. Your jaw drops open, but your butler somehow manages to pay her climax no mind whatsoever as she releases your now fully mended hand and looks up at you with her steady blue eyes.

"Will that be all, Sir?"

Holy. Shit. You give up. You still don't know much about this world, but one thing is for certain: your butler is made of fucking iron.

"Sir? May I be excused?"

"Uh..yes. Fine, okay; you're excused."

"Very good, Sir.

Giving you a respectful nod, Dogsbody carefully reaches behind her head. Uh, what's this? Your question is instantly answered as the girl pulls the pin out of her bun and throws her head back in a quavering moan, her silver hair whipping about wildly as she begins to desperately paw at her visibly juicing pussy. "Oh sir, oh fuck; I need Sir so bad, I neeeeed~!!!"

You manage to catch her when she throws herself into your chest and starts needily humping your leg. She trembles in your arms as she alternates between babbling for you to fuck her and whimpering in lust, only pausing to rapturous squeal as she gushes against your now sopping-wet thigh.

You might have gone a teeensy bit overboard.