The Key turns (Maid Tg/Mc)

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There was a sharp pain in your back. You had no idea why it was there, but it just suddenly was. And then it was gone again, but not completely. Something was stuck to the back of your body, foreign, yet now part of you. You wanted to touch it, but every attempt failed as your arms simply refused to go there. ‘What the heck is happening’ went through your head, as you turned towards a mirror on the wall.

And that’s when you saw it. A large golden windup key sticking out from your back. And then it began to turn.

Your eyes widened in disbelief as you watched the golden key slowly rotate. With each turn, you felt a strange tingling sensation spreading through your body. Your limbs began to stiffen, movement becoming more difficult as if you were locked into place. It seemed as if they were transforming into mechanical parts, but they weren’t. With every turn, you just felt the control of your body slip from your grasp just a little bit more.

A wave of panic washed over you, but you found yourself unable to cry out. Your jaw tightened, making grand motions impossible. Lips began to lift against your will, freezing into a placid smile which you could do nothing to stop. Even with the help of your hands which you could barely move anymore, you couldn’t wipe the smile from your face anymore.

As the key continued to turn, you felt an odd pressure building in your chest. Your eyes darted down, widening further as you watched your breasts slowly begin to swell. The fabric of your shirt strained as they grew larger and rounder with each rotation of the key. At the same time, you felt a similar sensation in your backside, your hips and buttocks expanding outward.

You tried to gasp, but no sound came out. Your body was changing, transforming against your will into some kind of exaggerated doll-like figure. The stiffness in your limbs increased, making any movement nearly impossible now. You could only stand there, frozen with that unnatural smile, watching helplessly as your body continued to morph.

The turning of the key and the growing of your assets just didn’t stop, no matter how hard you pleaded inside of your head. With each turn of the key, your body swelled further, transforming you into an exaggerated caricature. Your breasts ballooned outwards, straining against your shirt until buttons popped off, exposing vast expanses of flesh. Your hips and buttocks widened to impossible proportions, ripping through your pants.

You desperately wanted to cover yourself, to run and hide, but your limbs remained rigid and unresponsive. That placid smile was still plastered on your face, a mockery of your inner turmoil. Your eyes darted frantically, the only part of you still under your control.

Suddenly, you felt a shift in your mind. Your thoughts began to slow and simplify, becoming distorted and muddled. Complex ideas melted away, replaced by basic urges and commands. The panic that had consumed you just moments ago receded, replaced by a hazy feeling of contentment.

You couldn’t remember what you had been so worried about before. All that mattered now was this blissful state that had taken over your mind. You felt an overwhelming desire to please whoever was controlling the key, to do whatever they wanted without question.

Your newly amplified body felt strange yet oddly satisfying. As your mind continued to simplify, you found yourself admiring your exaggerated curves in the mirror. The panic and confusion faded, replaced by a warm, fuzzy feeling of contentment.

The key made its final rotation and stopped. You stood there, frozen in place, your new form on full display. Your breasts were now massive globes barely contained by the remnants of your shirt. Your hips and buttocks had expanded to cartoonish proportions, giving you an extreme hourglass figure.

“You are a maid-doll!“ A voice suddenly echoed through your head, bouncing back and forth as it quickly took up nearly all available headspace you possessed.

Yes, of course. You were a maid-doll. How could you have forgotten? It seemed so obvious now.

Your rigid body began to move of its own accord, jerky and mechanical. You found yourself turning away from the mirror, your exaggerated curves jiggling with each stilted movement. Your feet carried you forward in an awkward march, your arms swinging stiffly at your sides.

“You exist to serve! Serving your Mistress is the ONLY thing that matters in your life!“ The same voice boomed through your mind once again, drowning out everything else you could have possibly thought about.

"Yes, Mistress. I exist to serve," you heard yourself say in a high-pitched, doll-like voice. The words flowed from your lips without any conscious thought on your part. Your mind embraced this new purpose, finding comfort in the simplicity of it.

Your body continued its jerky march through the house, your enormous breasts and buttocks bouncing with each step. You found yourself in a lavishly decorated bedroom, standing before a tall, striking woman with long orange hair, dark skin and piercing blue eyes.

"And finally, with every turn of your key, you will become better at your job. With every turn of your key, you will become closer to my perfect little maidbot." she purred, reaching out to wind the key on your back. "And with every turn of the key, you will WANT to serve me even more."

As your Mistress' hand grasped the key, a shiver of anticipation ran through you. The first turn sent waves of pleasure coursing through your overly sensitive body. Your exaggerated curves quivered with each rotation, sending jolts of bliss to your simplified mind.

"Yes, Mistress," you chirped in your high-pitched voice. "Please make me a better maid-doll. I want to serve you perfectly."

With each turn, you felt your thoughts becoming even more focused on your duties. Any and all ideas leftover faded away, replaced by an encyclopedic knowledge of cleaning techniques and proper etiquette. Your movements became smoother, more graceful despite your ridiculous proportions. And even the thought of your proportions being anything less than perfect faded away. Because you knew, your mistress wanted them like that.

"How may I serve you today, Mistress?" The words flowed naturally now, your entire being focused on pleasing the woman before you.

Your Mistress smiled, a predatory glint in her eyes. "First, we must get you properly dressed for your duties." She snapped her fingers and a frilly maid uniform appeared in her hands, impossibly tiny yet somehow stretchy enough to contain your exaggerated curves.

With jerky movements, you began to dress yourself, squeezing into the tight uniform. The skirt barely covered your enormous backside, while the top strained to contain your massive breasts. A little white apron and headband completed the look.

"Perfect," your Mistress purred. "Now, my little maid-doll, I want you to dust the entire mansion. Make sure every surface gleams."

"Yes, Mistress," you chirped happily, skipping off into the mansion. You knew where every room was, despite having never been in the place before. You knew exactly where every object lying around needed to be put away at, despite having never seen any of them before. You knew the quickest way to dust and clean everything in the building, despite having never done that before.

The question “why?“ was not important to you, but you knew the answer. It’s because you were the perfect maid-doll for your Mistress.