The Physical Exam

I've never had a maid in my life, unless you count my mom. So I really didn't know how to be an exacting and difficult boss who was demanding of his employee. Frankly I just wanted to see a hot woman prancing and dancing around my apartment in a maid's uniform and that's where my requirements ended. Still I tried to micromanage her every little action when cleaning up the coffee. A barrage of orders that demanded a quiet storm of 'yes sirs' in response.

By the time she had all the pieces picked up, the coffee soaked up, and the floor mopped up she was a huffing red-faced mess who was nearly too frazzled to think. She must have been so confused. She's always been a eager submissive who enjoyed following orders, but when she listened to me her pussy vibrated, and she felt on the verge of cumming, as if all she needed to push her over the edge was the word from me.

"I suppose you've done a decent job cleaning up your mess." i conceded looking at the cleanest floor I'd ever seen in my life. The worm does good work, and I was already glad I picked maid training.

"Thank you sir."

"Return to the couch so we can finish up this disaster of a interview."

"Yes sir." She sighs and heads back to the couch. Once her butt makes contact with the couch she lets out a loud yelp as an orgasm sweeps over her. She braced her arm against the couch, and slowly started sliding down it to the floor. Her legs stuck out completely stiff, and she held her breath to keep herself from making any more noise.

"Mrs. Valentine!" I think I started doing a British accent at some point. I guess because that's what guys in movies who **** maids always sound like. "Your behavior is completely out of line. Get off of the floor and sit up straight."

"Yes..." She's panting. "Sir." She woozily pulls herself and locks her back into a upright position. "Sir I'm so sorry, I dunno what's going on with MeeeeeeeeEEEEEEE!" She clenches her firsts and bites her lip. Her eyes roll into the back of her head, and she moan behind closed lips as another orgasm hits her when she's finally upright. "Oh my, oh my. Oh me oh my!"

I tried to look disgusted with her and hoped the boner in my shorts wasn't readily visible, but I crossed my legs just in case as I took my seat. "Are you done?"

She was halfway between worlds, as she burned with shame, and at the same time was coming down from a powerful orgasm. She reached up and grabbed her head. "I'm ummm..." She just breathed after that and I think she had cum-brains at this point. "I'm real sorry sir. I think I should go, I'm just a mess right now. You gots every right to be upset with me, so I'm just gonna go." The southern belle stood up.

"Sit down." I commanded her, and was pleased to see her follow my command without thought. She shivered a little at her reward for listening. "We're having this interview no matter how much you try to sabotage or walk out on it."

"Sir," Her voice was still airy and light on breath. "I promise, double promise, triple promise I'm not doing any of this on purpose. I've never felt like this before." She gives a nervous, very nervous laugh. "You're just doing something to me is all."

Was that a flirt? Well I guess if I gave her two orgasms in under a minute I deserved it. "Well I do have an effect on women."

"I bet. You're awful handsome sir."

"Thank you, but don't think flirting is going to get you any points."

"Of course Sir."

"Now you seem awfully young and inexperienced. Did you just graduate college?"

"No college sir, my family don't believe in all that crap. I graduate from The Babitch School For Servile Ladies, and went right to work at The Valentine Family estate, no relation." She laughs at her own joke and snorts on accident. Too cute.

"Ah four years of experience at a mansion is good, but I'm looking for a little more meat to your resume." The power trip of being a millennial and telling someone else they needed more experience was better than the thrill I got from giving her orgasms with a thought. "See I'm looking for someone with a least twenty more years of experience."

I decided it was time to use some of my new powers out. I'd already altered her memories, and controlled her orgasm, and of course made her a peerless maid. Not it was time to take things a little further. First I compelled her to take on a new personality. I don't know how I did it, I simply willed her to be a MILF. I followed this up by making use of my age manipulation power. Haha! You thought I was going to use it to turn women into barely legal teens! You fool!

It's the dawning of the age of the MILF!

Or Auntie if we're delving into subcategories of fetishes. MILFS in porn were as a rule in incredible shape, and I prefer me women with a little meat on their bones.

The Parasite went to work.

This next part was something of an experiment to see if I could mold her body without taking that particular boon. If I could great, If I couldn't I guess I'd be stuck with a super hot maid. It's not like couldn't turn her back if my experiment failed, it's not like I didn't have complete control.

I swung for the fences, and practically doubled her age, until she was the same age as Carmen would be now. Somewhere in her forties. I was delighted to find that the sexual preferences I'd given her, as well as eating habits, and penitent for nervous eating had produced for me my desired effects. And I watched as she aged ungracefully into the realms of the overweight. Her breasts grew out and became large sagging funbags, her ass grew into a shelf as her thighs reached out to touch, and rub each other. Her belly bulged out to rest on her lap, as excess fat hung on her arms. Her face and cheeks rounded out, and she now sported a double chin like a necklace of pearls. Her clothing, needless to say was shredded and she now sat on my couch in the remains of those shreds like a fat toad.

I won't say that this came without few hits to her looks. She grew crowsfeet, and wrinkles, but she still looked delightful to me. Her breasts had full succumbed to gravity, and tried to rest on her large belly. I won't lie and say that she was more beautiful, she was uglier no doubt, but I truly did enjoy taking that beauty away from her. She was a poorer, dumber, fatter, older, uglier lady for coming into my life, and that simple fact flushed me with excitement.

Cruel perhaps, but we were far past that point.

To go along with her twenty years of overeating, I have her some new memories too. A long sweet relationship with Carmen full of feeding, and eating, and belly rubbing, until a mutual breakup. After which Vicky filled her heart, and nights, and cunt with young men whenever she could. She remembers being an absolute nympho. Obsessively drooling over younger men, babying them, taking care of them, and inevitably fucking them into unconsciousness with her thick jiggling body.

All of whom, strangely enough looked like me.

She looked a little woozy by the time I was done with her. No surprise. She was a completely different person, age, and weight from when she entered my door, and she'd only just recovered from her forth orgasm of the day. A lot had happened to Vicky, and she still had to clean up my room.

"Well Mrs. Valentine considering your years of experience I think I'd be happy to hire you as my maid."

"Please sir, you don't have to be so formal with lil ol' me. Aunt Vicky will do just fine." She wink, and I just about cream my jeans. She's not even a real person anymore. Just a cartoon MILF I brought into real life. God I wanted to fuck that body and make it shake. Fucking her mind had been fun as well, but man it'd given me a case of blue balls.

"Alright Aunt Vicky, I know you're new in town, so do you have a place to live? You also might new some clothes, the one's you're wearing seem to have exploded."

"Wut?" She looks down at herself, and scream. "Oh lordy, Vicky you clutz what have you done?" She covers her breasts, and private area, and clenches her eyes shut. "You must think I'm a mess." She whined.

"I do." I nodded. "So do you live somewhere?"

"Umm. No? I think I just moved here. Heck I'm so poor I only have the clothes on my back." She let out a classless guffaw. "I guess not even that now!"

I chuckled too. "Well that's okay. You can sleep on my couch, and we'll buy you your uniform once you get your first paycheck."

"Thank you sir. Living in my master's house is one of ma favorite thangs about bein' a maid. Can I wear that there uniform now? I'm feelin' awfully exposed."

"You have to pay for the uniform before you can wear it." I said firmly.

"Oh so I'm gonna..."

"Have to work in the nude until you've earned your paycheck."

"Right." She looks nervous. "And when is that?"

"There are twelve pay periods, one at the start of each month."

She blanches. "But but, that'd mean I'd be walkin' around your apartment naked for almost a month!" She cries out.

I thought about making her cum when she came to that realization, but instead I went over to the front door and held it open. "No problem. I understand how that'd be a bummer for you."

She redoubled to her efforts to cover herself. "You cain't leave like this! I got nowhere to go, and and it's almost night!"

"I don't see how that's my fault. If you're not going to take the job, I need you to get out. I have other maids to interview."

"No! No, sir. I'll take the job. I'm sorry."

You smile and close the door. "I'm happy to hear that. Now take your hand away from your breasts." She obeys, and shudders from her reward. "Stand up." Again she obeys, and shudders. "And remove the scraps. I don't want my maid running around in rags."

"Yes sir." She sighs, and takes a deep breath. Then she begins to untangle herself out of the ropes and threads of her former outfit, and you like to think it's symbolic for shedding her former life. She lifts the shredded blouse over her head, and reveals sprigs of blonde hair underneath her armpits, and you adore how trashy it looks.

By the time she's fully naked she's huffing and puffing, from excitement or just the strain of moving around in her newly massive body who's to say? I looked her over, and admired her body with interest. Especially the big brown nipples topping her veiny teats. I just wanted to chew on those Hershey kisses, and already had regrets not taking the fuckable nipple boon.

Alas, I felt like I'd already done enough with this girl.

"Now my maid, are you prepared for your first task?" I stood up joined her side of the coffee table. I pressed myself against her, and whispered those words onto her neck with a hot breath.

She shivered. From the proximity of her master, and the excitement of getting a new order to fulfill. Breathlessly she answered. "Yes sir. She could feel my hardon pressing against her fat dimpled ass, and my request must have seemed so obvious.

"Go clean my room." I commanded.

She came on the spot, because I'm not a complete monster. Her eyes rolled back, her mouth opened up and she let out a long high pitched squeal, and slowly sank down her her knees, and was only able to stop herself from falling over because she as holding on to my legs. "YeEeEeEeEeEs Siiiiirrrrrr!" She grunted like she was getting electrified.

I ran my hand through her greying hair. "Good MILF."