What's the deal with that maid?

The curvy blonde bombshell huffed and puffed as she pushed the heavy sofas back into their position in the center of the room. They were very nice sofas, the light grey color blended nicely into the room, and the low wide design filled the space nicely, as well as providing ample room for her mistresses to have their fun either with each other or with guests. Still, she didn't know why they had to be so heavy.

She slipped her pretty little black high heels back on and readjusted her french maid outfit to make sure a boob wouldn't slip loose. The outfit was far from ideal, but with the choice of either a fetish maid outfit or going completely naked and having her ass and pussy on display, she usually preferred to keep herself covered. Her mistresses had made it clear, that part of her punishment, besides working a full-time job as their maid, was that she wouldn't get to participate in any of the fun they had with Master PC. And she preferred being able to at least pretend that the whole situation didn't make her a drippy mess more often than not. Though on occasion she would go nude, just to shake things up.

She supposed she was relatively lucky. She had accidentally given her boyfriend the need and the power to turn every girl on campus into his loyal harem sluts, but she hadn't intended to. Before finding Master PC, she had just been a regular girl.

It was the usual story. Go to college. Girl meets boy. Boy is oblivious the girl is into him. Girl gets Master PC. Girl makes boy more confident and outgoing. Boy still ignores her signals. Girl makes boy physically into a wet dream. Boy still ignores her signals, plus starts to drift apart into different friend group. Girl makes herself a wet dream. Boy takes notice again, but still won't make the first move.

Then, Girl gives boy another small confidence and libido boost with some added pheromones. And he still won't make the first move. So, naturally, she decides to Go all the way and crank libido, confidence, and pheromones to the max, plus make everyone always agree when he asks them for something, plus make him interested in her specifically. Boy finally makes his move and takes interest in Girl... as the main girl in his ever-growing harem. Girl feels like she made a mistake, but has to agree with Boy that turning every girl on campus into a love **** sounds like a good idea.

A tale as old as time really. And they would have gotten away with it too, if it weren't for those meddling MasterPC-using lesbians.

On the one hand, having to work full-time as a fetish maid, either naked or in a skimpy costume, was kind of a humiliating punishment. Especially when she knew full well that her mistress could have the house absolutely spotless in an instant through the use of MasterPC. She could even make the house never get dirty again. But no, mistress enjoyed making her do it manually. Mistress seemed to particularly enjoy making her clean up after they had guests over for a ''party''. They had taken away her copy of MasterPC too, so she couldn't even use that to cheat..

On the other hand, they were actually paying her. Pretty well, in fact. She was able to buy a new car, get out of her crap apartment (Even if that did mean living in her own little section of the house) and she was still able to go to college. She was even still dating Darren, who they had left with some of the physical improvements she'd made. Besides, she couldn't really blame them for taking away her MasterPC when she'd accidentally got herself turned into a harem girl.

As far as punishments went, it could have been a lot worse. She reassured herself, looking in the mirror and admiring how she rocked the french maid look.

A sudden sense of vertigo washed over her as she looked in the mirror.

But, why was she wearing the french maid outfit in the first place? Sure it made her boobs and her legs look great, but the corset was restrictive as hell, and the heels were an absolute pain in the ass to work in. On top of that, she already looked great naked.

Even worse, she had let her pussy leak down her leg to the point there was a trail almost to the back of her knee. She must have been really distracted today.

She headed into the washroom and stripped off her outfit, throwing the corset top into a laundry basket to be washed. Then she growled in frustration. For some reason, the little facecloth she kept in the sink was gone. She grabbed a fresh one from the cupboard, soaked it in the sink, put some lavender-scented soap on it, cleaned the pussy juice from between her legs, rinsed, then dried herself off with some paper towels. There, now she was good for another hour or so and wouldn't be going around smelling like she was in heat and visibly leaking to reinforce the impression. She put today's facecloth on the edge of the sink and then headed back out to the kitchen.

Moving around the kitchen she made sure everything was in order. She didn't really need to. But, if her mistress decided she wanted something to eat before going to the movies this evening, then Fiona knew it would be better to be prepared.

''Fifi, get us some clothes ready, we'll be in the bath'' Fiona cringed. That name annoyed her more than any other part of her current situation. Kayla knew that of course, and that was exactly why she called her by that name, and only by that name.

''Yes, Mistress!'' She shouted towards the stairs, instantly feeling that impulse of positivity and giddiness as she was compelled to obey the command Kayla had given her.

With a renewed artificial pep in her step, she bounded up the stairs and set about selecting a couple of outfits. Grace was currently spending the day as a ripped amazonian chick, so a tank top and military boot combo was an obvious choice.

She stepped in front of the unremarkable modern wardrobe, her reflection staring back at her from the mirror doors. Then, she closed her eyes, focused on what she wanted, and reached out to open the door. One black tank top, some black socks, and some sandy-colored combat boots. Perfect for the tanned amazon. She removed the neat little bundle and set it aside.

Then she tried to think what outfit might be appropriate for Kayla. She knew that Kayla was currently wearing some curves that just begged for attention and that she had this kind of elegant perfect silky long hair, and makeup thing going on. The whole ''Jessica Rabbit'' look. She intended to copy the outfit, thinking that would be simple enough. But for some reason, she just couldn't picture it. She knew it was red. But that was all she could remember. For some reason, she was drawing a blank on the actual piece of clothing. Instead, she just decided a red silk blouse with a deep v-neck would have to do. She thought maybe she should add some nipple pasties, just in case either woman decided they didn't want to risk 'flashing the high beams' so to speak. Neither of them had worn a bra since she had met them and, to be fair, if Fiona still had MPC on her side, she wouldn't either. But sadly, part of her punishment was to have no magical back pain relief. She got a choice of keeping her curves, without MPC erasing their inconveniences. Or ditching them.

She'd decided to keep them. Though the disadvantages of heavy tits were starting to annoy her now that she had to live with them. Thankfully, she could also use the closet to get well-fitted comfy bras, which was still a major advantage over most women.

Turning back to the closet, she focused on what she wanted. Red silk blouse, four nipple pasties (two for each mistress), a pair of red high heels, and a pair of nylon thigh-high skin color stockings. She briefly considered whether skin color was the right choice, given that you'd still very clearly be able to see where the stockings ended, but then she felt the strange compulsion to discard the thought. Black stockings would be better.

She opened the closet to find almost exactly what she wanted. Silk blouse, red high heels, pasties, a pair of black stockings... and a pair of skin color stockings. Why had she gotten so distracted thinking about the top of skin color stockings not being hidden? She couldn't put her finger on it. Anyway, it didn't matter right now. Because right now, what she needed to do was to lay out the clothes for her mistress.

If only she'd known how that was going to go.

When Kayla asked her to explain herself, she had absolutely no idea what she was referring to. Being asked why she hadn't brought in any pants for them to wear in the middle of summer really threw her for a loop. And the fact that her mistresses both seemed convinced that pants were everyday pieces of clothing? That was almost weirder. What was next, laying about at home in a boilersuit? Maybe wearing arctic gear to the movies? It was just nonsensical. A quick glance out the window at all the normal people going about their day without ever so much as thinking about wearing pants seemed to throw Kayla off completely and sent her rushing off to her office.

''Mistress, what did she mean by skirt?''

''Well uh...'' Grace was stumped. She'd never had to describe what a skirt actually was in concept before. ''Well, umm...'' She paused again, then seemed to have a eureka moment as she spotted the tank top on the end of the bed.

She rushed over to grab it ''The closet just made this, yeah?'' She asked.

Fiona nodded. And in response, Grace tore the shoulder straps of the tank top in two. Then she folded it in on itself and very awkwardly put her legs through it and wiggled it up onto her hips. Fiona had to suppress a laugh. It looked almost as awkward and clunky as someone putting on pants. But at least pants were useful.

''There'' Grace said, triumphantly pointing to the bit of fabric wrapped around her thighs and waist. It looked almost orthopedic like it was designed to stop injured people from overextending in their strides. Fiona did her best not to sound dismissive.

''Isn't that a bit, you know...'' Fiona motioned towards her legs and marched in place ''Restrictive?'' She finished.

''Well, they're usually a bit more slack than this, at least around the thighs'' Grace said, pulling the bottom edge up slightly. It still looked ridiculous to Fiona. Though, she supposed, at least it would hide the top of skin colored stockings.