Pretty much what you'd expect

She showed up wearing only slightly revealing clothes again, which was upsetting, but he had the remedy this time.

“Camille,” He said, rolling out in his wheelchair, “So good to see you.”

“You too Mr Albert,” She said, waving like a cheerful schoolgirl. Her smile was bright, wide, and full of youthful femininity.

“Good, good…” He said absently. She took his chair and pushed him into the house. “Now, you should know there are lots of house rules. I am a very disciplined man and live by certain manners of operation that I expect any employee to abide by, and all will be within reason. For one, I have provided a uniform for you to wear at all times while at work here. I’m a formal man, and all my staff must have uniforms. As head of my staff I’ve carefully selected yours.”

Camille was taken aback, and somewhat overjoyed. All she heard was head of staff. “Head of staff? I… I just got here.”

“Yes, but you’re the first, and there’ll be more after you.” She pushed him into his study at his direction. “There are many fine young women in this town who need my guidance.”

“Only women? How come?”

“Well, the future is female after all. Too many men have been handed power and privilege in this society, I think it’s time for young women such as yourself to be given a chance to prosper.”

“I couldn’t agree more Mr Albert.”

His study was a decent sized room with rows of books on every wall. There was a small side door between one of the shelves and a large table that took up a good portion of the end of the room.

He rolled behind the table and got a key from the drawer. He handed it to Camille and pointed to the small door. “In there is where your uniform is as well as most of what you’ll be working with while you’re here. You can conside it your ‘office’”, he said with a condescending smile. “Please, head in, and change so you may resume your duties and we can discuss your future.”

“Looking forward to it,” She said naively.

She would never see a penny of the money, but that wasn’t what was relevant. What was relevant was that Franks balls were bloated and her body was going to catch their contents. He had realized over the years that women like her, that is, women he was attracted to, needed to have as large a dick as possible pushed as deep in their holes as possible. It wasn’t fair that he had to have full balls and hot women were walking around using their mouths for talking.

She unlocked the door and walked into what was literally a broom closet. It was large enough to hold one human semi comfortably but it couldn’t be disguised as anything other than what it was, which was a broom closet. On the dirty floor in front of the brooms, mops and cleaning equipment that lined the walls was an outfit she only recognized as a uniform from it’s black and white pattern. It looked like it had been tossed in there like any other rag and when she picked it up was almost shocked by it’s size.

There was no way any one with eyes would think a grown adult would comfortably fit into it, much less someone of her proportions. The single exposed bulb hanging from the ceiling flickered as it occurred to her this entire inheritance process might end up being far more difficult than she had anticipated.

Though she felt entirely insulted, she buried her pride and began to change out of her previous clothes and into her uniform.

Frank waited eagerly for her appearance and only felt disappointed he couldn’t see her face when she saw the outfit. Her incredulity would only add to his already rising pleasure. He did however enjoy the sounds of a struggle coming from inside the closet as she fought with her clothes.

Camille tried not to knock over any brooms or make too much noise in a futile attempt to preserve whatever dignity she thought she might have left, but trying to fit into a vastly undersized uniform in an old man’s broom closet as her new job was standing firmly in the way of both objectives. Her bountiful thighs were **** into the ringed legsleeves that were basically panties. They fit over her crotch like a pair of tighty whities (except black), and did not extend any lower than her crotch. A short frill went around her waist, no longer than half an inch long, almost like it was mocking the very idea of a skirt.The body was so tight it squeezed into her stomach and constricted her breathing, and had laces on the back she was **** to pull on like a corset in order to keep it together. This flattened her stomach and greatly constricted her breathing, but the most important thing as far as Frank was concerned was the degree to which it then pushed out her tits.

Her rack, which was large enough to begin with, was pushed out obscenely by the tight garment. Once he found out she was a 32E, he immediately fitted the uniform for a 30C chest to prevent even the possibility of maintaining any modesty. If she even took a simple misstep, it would be impossible for one or both of her mammoth tits not to come flying out of their barely-there container to his great delight. This meant if she needed to walk quickly, she would have to do so with both her hands constantly trying to keep her breasts in place.

Once she was finally into the uniform, she breathed a difficult sigh of relief it was over, jumping just a few more times to make sure her ass was all the way through the garment. With a final tug, each large ass cheek fell into place on either side of the thin strap. The underwear disappeared into middle of her asscrack and cemented her place as a whore.

Having sacrificed all self respect, she walked back out into the old man’s study to see his expectant gaze.

Frank leaned back in his chair and caught his breath when she emerged, looking like the fuck doll he always knew she was.

“That’s very nice Camille,” he said, staring lecherously at her hardly contained breasts. “That’s so nice.” He murmured, loud enough for her to hear.

Her tits were pushing out and forward agaisnt the uniform so that part of her areola was exposed and there was little she could do to change that. Any little thing she did could make it worse, and so she tried to stand as still as she could.

“My wife had that uniform made before she died,” He lied. He’d special ordered it online, “She always felt a good formal environment built order. I’m so sorry about the size though. The only one we had. I thought it might be a bit small but I hope you can manage? ”

“It’s no problem Mr Albert. I’m sure you’ll get a replacement as soon as you can” Camille did a good job of keeping her smile steady.

“Mhmm, a replacement, yeah.” Frank said, licking his lips as he watched her legs, “You should know, I have a lot of diseases Camille. Nothing contagious of course, just usual old age stuff.” As he grew more confident he put less effort into his lies, “So some things might happen with me that are random and unexpected. I just want you to know that while I might not always be aware of what’s going on, with the memory loss and all, that I will take anything you say seriously and if something happens in this house that makes you feel uneasy, just let me know, alright?”

“Of course Mr Albert, I’ve no doubt you must experience many unfortunate things. I wont be bothering you with any unnecessary complaints. If you had children you wanted to leave everything to, I’m sure you wouldn’t want them to be weak?”

“Those are exactly my thoughts, Camille. What a fine young girl you are. We should start with the first thing. I am to hire a nurse soon, but until then, I’ll need my maid to give me my morning baths. There’s a medical book on it over there that should tell you all you need to know.”

And it was a legitimate guide book showing nurses how to clean invalid patients that cannot clean themselves, and though Camille was disgusted by the thought of scrubbing the old man, the instructions seemed neutral enough and so she steeled her will and ignoring the fact that she was dressed like a ridiculous whore, prepared to go through with it.