All Purpose maid - Going Nuts (Tg) Draft

“Clara! Come to my side!” The booming voice of the count Victor Gerosta rang through the estate, making its only servant groan as he knew what was about to happen. But, it wasn’t like he could realistically run away, so obeying the count to not challenge his ire was his best option.

“You called, my count? Also my name is Denis, not Clara.” The servant sighed, knowing full well that the count was probably going to ignore him once again and continue to call him by that made up name.

“Clara! It has come to my attention that the art auction where the famous Wongershar Chalice will be sold, is tonight!” The Count boomed, making Denis' eyes go wide. Denis for one really didn’t want to work for this count at all, but he also knew from personal experience that refusing the count was a very bad idea. Though this time he wasn’t even sure how any of that would even be remotely connected to him at all.

“And… uh… What is the issue, my count…?” Denis asked, because what else was he going to do? After all, he had no idea what was going through the counts head this time.

“As much as I would love to go to that auction, I simply cannot. My dear friend Orland has booked a lavishly fancy dinner for the two of us tonight and as such, my schedule is already filled!” The count spoke looking disappointed for a little bit, which was understandable but still didn't exactly make it clearer for Denis what he was about to do. But then the count immediately followed up with. “And such YOU shall go to the auction in my stead and buy that Wongershar Chalice painting!”

The count snapped his finger, causing a cold shower to run over Denis’ back. And all he could think of once again was ‘...What does this guy even want from me…?’

Almost immediately Denis could feel his body contort in a way that was all too familiar to him, yet also somewhat different. It felt like the magic that the count used, for the first time, seemed tangible to Denis. Like he had flipped a lightswitch and now he could see it, which was definitely a new experience for him.

Suddenly he could tell at a glance what that magic was going to do to him, though seeing what was happening and stopping it were two entirely different things. For example, he could feel the magic gliding over his skin, turning it softer and rejuvenating it all while removing every trace of unneeded hair it contained. Though even if he saw it coming there was no way for Denis to stop the spell.

It wasn’t a secret what the count usually turned him into, so seeing the next spell attempting to shrink his body and features came as little surprise for Denis. This time, his height actually didn’t decrease all that much, but his muscles across his used-to-be manly body deflated like crazy, almost like the count was aiming for Denis to become a physically frail girl.

Honestly, having gone through this process so many times already, Denis was really more interested in the magic that count used than how his body was changing. Yeah, yeah, his shoulders were shrinking and he could feel the strength of his countless gym hours leave his body… again, but seeing magic for the first time really was something special, at least to him.

Then the spell changed shape, making it look like it wanted to increase something, at least to Denis. Well, that was his prediction anyways, which he was now anxiously awaiting if he was right.

And the moment it hit his legs and started to rapidly inflate his thighs, Denis couldn’t help but let out a little victory squeal, knowing that he had read ‘magic’ correctly for the first time in his life. Though his was a bit worried when the spell didn’t stop inflating his thighs for a long time, instead opting to inflate his hips alongside them just to make sure he would end as a very curvy girl.

Oh yeah. There was still one spell missing before he was a girl, wasn’t there?

“Oh. So that’s what it looks likeeeee~” Denise let out as what looked like a pink blast of pure energy aimed straight for his crotch, going right through all of his clothes. It quickly became the source of a familiar vacuuming force down below, attempting and succeeded to pull in his member bit by bit, while opening a new hatch in its stead. Yet due to her fascination with how that spell worked, Denis almost missed the pop that signaled the end of her manliness once again.

“Now then, my dear Clara!” The count boomed, making the fresh girl briefly snap out of her fascination with the magic the count used. “I was thinking about just making you into a cute, bottom heavy girl with a grasp on magic, but that clearly won’t do! No, you need to be even more magical, even more alluring, even more adept and devious!”

The count snapped his fingers once again and looked at the fascinated looking girl in front of him, sending out another shockwave that seemed to be aimed for her head. Denis couldn’t quite tell what sort of spell it was, but judging from the tingling feeling of her hair it most likely had something to do with them.

Though unlike most times her hair didn’t actually grow out that much, as only a streak or two of her hazelnut hair actually got past her shoulders. Though she could feel something else happening… the weird feeling of having your mind reshaped right in front of you.

The force really didn’t seem all too aggressive, but maybe that was because Clara now actually had a feeling for magic and could also control it to a certain extent. This magic seemed more interested in planning new urges into her, rather than trying to control her.

She felt mischievous, cunning and just a tad evil all of a sudden, like she was now given the tools to get Count Gerosta exactly what he wanted without fail and at any price. Oh, and it also seemed like Clara had now developed a strong loyalty to the count as well, which she didn’t mind. Though the fact that she missed the moment when she forgot her real name stung a little bit in her pride is a magician.

“Now then, my dear count,” Clara spoke, taking a refined pose and snapped, releasing a spell targeted at her own clothes to reshape them, quickly turning them into a gown befitting of a witch. “What was it you need from me again?”

“Hmm… I do not like how you talk as if we were equals. You are my servant and pet, remember that!” The count waved his hand, making another magic wave wash over Clara which she was completely unable to stop. Which didn’t surprise her as the count was a lot more magically powerful than she was.

This time she could feel it targeting only very specific parts of her body, namely her ears and the place just above her butt. In the time it took her to recoil, she could feel her ears moving upwards under her hat, turning bigger and more fluffy in the process. Though a big yelp escaped her lips when a giant fluffy squirrel tail shot out from just above her behind, growing to nearly the size of the rest of her body in mere seconds.

“Yes, yes, master. I understand. I'll go to that auction and buy the Wongershar Chalice painting for you.” She sighed and bowed, trying to at least somewhat look subservient to the count, though she really saw him more as a mentor than a master as she was now. “Just asking, but couldn’t you at least give me some big boobs to accompany my good looks?”

“Hmm… Never question the decisions of the count! If I give you no chest then you will have no chest! Now go and fulfill your mission!”

With that Clara sighed and shrugged her shoulders, bowed once again and turned around to leave for the auction, as she, thanks to a memory injection spell, knew exactly where the Auction was located at. Though she also touched her chest with her hand, which then slowly but surely started to expand, as two mounds steadily grew from her original cutting board body.

“Yeah, about that, my count…” Clara giggled, happily jiggling her decently big breast in defiance of that count.

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Denis collapsed into his bed, completely done from the work he was subjected to today. He was back to being a man, but still trapped inside of the estate with no way out. Well, he could just leave, but the moment the Count found out, and he somehow always did, he would be found and severely punished, way more than just being turned into a squirrel girl for a day.

Today was actually a really fresh breeze compared to all the other things he went through. He did feel mostly like himself, though a little bit more haughty and defiant than he would have liked. Though that was augmented with the fact that he could do magic, something that he was never able to do before… or since, since he had lost that keen sense for the craft the moment he turned back.

But now that it's all over, he could only pray to be turned into this squirrel girl again. He quite liked it this time around, but who knew what the count would turn him into tomorrow…

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In the next episode of All purpose maid: Have you heard? There is a massive auction going on where only esteemed witches and wizards bid for the most magical of artifacts!

That's cool, but what the hell is a Wongershar Chalice?

Next time: All purpose maid - Going Nuts!

When the Magic goes nuts!