The maids are turned into "milk maids".

Magenta-colored mist emanated from Joanne's body like it was dry ice, the mist even more opaque as her corrupting aura transformed the hallway into a marzapan-like funhouse. The mist built like a fog as it choked the hallway.

The maids turned, hoping to run from the sudden cloud, before it swallowed them both.

The cloud dissipated as soon as it appeared, revealing the former-maids renewed of their title with new clothes, glowing momentarily pink. Their casual dresses shape-shifted, becoming stereotypical french-maid outfits that complimented their physiques. The biggest difference from their outfits and actual french-maid outfits was that above the half-apron there was no shirt, revealing their naked breasts out in the open. The transformation also engorged their breasts, increasing their size and darkening their nipples a few hues darker. They looked back towards Joanne and gave her a smile.

"Aww, our wittwe pwincess is looking oh so pretty this evening," said one of the maids, cooing at her.

Joanne, satisfied with her work, ran into one of the maid's arms, the maid having no trouble lifting the early-twenties baby. A tiny bit of milk stained Joanne's dress as she pressed against the maid's breasts. The other maid applied her palm onto Janne's padded rear.

"Seems like a certain princess made royal messies in her diapie."

"Is that twue?" Said the maid carrying Joanne, continuing to baby-talk her. "Did someone make messies?"

Joanne nodded no, her pigtails flailing as she did.

"No? Because it looks like someone did. Come on baby girl. Let's go get you changed so you can pway all day."