I like being different

“For real?”

“Wow,” She said, shutting off the shower as if to punctuate her words, “That. That right there is why I don’t tell people.”

“I just… I was expecting like, big muscles or a Brad Pitt face.”

“Again, single pringle. Plenty of men with big muscles’ve hit on me,” she said, jerking her thumbs at herself and stepping out of the shower, “but hey, another mark against your theory. Those are pretty impossible standards.”

Mike handed her a towel.

“Monsterfucker…” he said, rolling it around his mouth.

He’d heard the term, knew what it meant, but the sudden reality of it was throwing him for a loop. Opening possibilities he’d never even considered.

“I’d say you have no right being freaked out given that,” she said, pointing at his cock even as her face was obscured by the towel, “but I know that wasn’t exactly your choice.”

“I’m not even freaked out, really,” he said, scratching his chin, “just surprised.”

“Ugh, forget it,” she said, turning away from him and scrubbing the towel harder, “sir. You see why I said you didn’t have to earn us? It’s fine. But I told you.”

“Mia, I’m going to do it.”

Mia froze. Didn’t turn back to look at him. Just rose up a bit higher, undrooped her shoulders. Her hair was sparkling in the light, even after it was mostly dry.

“Sir, I… what about… you?”

Mike grinned, a little flutter in his chest, “I want to do it.”

He was standing now. He placed his hands on her shoulders, spun her around. She was clenching the towel, her half dry body forgotten. She looked up. His grin was brighter than the lights. His eyes were blazing, intense as a kid’s on Christmas morning.

“Holy shit, you do.”

She dropped the towel, launching herself into his arms. The two of them just jumped around in the cramped space, giggling into each other’s faces. Their heartbeats were synced, a drum beat at a thousand pumps a second. He finally brought it all to a stop, leaning down and kissing her. She returned with gusto. Five seconds of excited, sloppy, overwhelmed tongue lashing.

“Ha, haha, fuck,” he said, pulling back and catching his breath, “Y’know, I saw this going differently.”

“Hah, shit,” she sighed, grinning up at him, “Howsat?”

“Well, the plan was to change myself one by one, and then walk out of the bathroom with everyone’s changes. Use the bathroom like a dressing room.”

“Ahhhh, and I’ve ruined it by wanting to turn you into something totally different.”

“Ruined, no. Changed, yes. You got any preference for the kind of monster? Are we talking, like Frankenstein?”

She leaned back in his embrace, wiggling her arm up and booping him on the nose.

“Yeah, right, totally,” she said with a wide grin.

“Ok, enlighten me, what monster did you imagine yourself being a maid for?”

Her face went through a couple of emotions. A sort of exhausted joy, surprise, a bit of confusion, surprise again, the facial equivalent of two lego pieces clicking together, and then the widest eye/mouth combo he’d ever seen.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”

Mike had to recoil at the gleeful scream, dropping his arms as he nearly tripped backwards on the toilet. Her enthusiasm was unabated as she grabbed him by the front of his shirt, pulled herself into him and flung her arms around him.

“I KNEW I KNEW I KNEW IT YOU’RE THE BEST! AAAAAAAAAAAAAA HAHAHAH I LOVE YOU! AH!”

“Did… Did you never combine those before?”

“NO!”

Mike winced again as she screamed in his ear, though the emerging smile on his face was unaffected. He bundled her up in another, tighter hug. She bounced and squealed in his arms like a sci-fi warp drive going on the fritz.

“Oh my god that’s so… Oh my god oh my gooooood! Ah! Oh my god! So smart! I could… I could prepare all his food, and clean his scales, and keep his lair in perfect- AAAAAAAA! Sir, you’re amazing!”

She peppered kisses onto his face. His cheeks, his neck, even his collarbone, with more ‘oh my gods’ inbetween. He smiled and chuckled.

“Pretty sure I heard ‘scales’ in there, you want me to be a dragon?”

She stopped her kisses, turning to look at him with those wide green eyes.

“A dra- and we’d be- you could- you’d be so-” she took a breath, “yes. Yes please. Sir. Please. That’d- yes.”

“Perfect,” He replied, kissing her again, “Now let’s get the others in here to help figure out what kind of dragon your boss’ll be.”

She looked like she might explode she was shaking so hard. Her excitement hit a zenith, and she jumped off him. Stood tall, her new thighs still wobbling slightly, and bowed. He smiled, standing up and opening the door.

The sight was about what he’d expected. Afi was laying on the couch, her legs up and her mouth panting. Carmen’s messy mop was between her thighs, each of her arms wrapping around to hold the other woman’s legs. Lilly was at the counter, sipping from a glass of water while staring at them both. She turned at the door, but the other two did not hear.

He grinned at her, beckoning her in. Her eyes darted from him to them, before setting the cup down. Even now, her face and actions still didn’t match. She had the sharp features one might expect on a supermodel, and everything Mike knew about that profession was one of stylised haughtiness. Severe, emotionless, in control. But the way this woman wobbled towards him, doing a mix between a sexy walk and bunny hopping, was anything but in control.

He ushered her inside, shutting the door behind them. Mia gave Lilly a grin.

“Strip down Ms Lilly,” Mia said, her mask of professionalism falling into place once more, “or would you prefer I undress her sir?”

“Yes actually, I like that better, take her clothes off,” Mike said, gesturing to Lilly as he sat back down.

Lilly reacted by standing stock still. It was clear she was holding her breath. The only thing that moved were her eyes as Mia went to work. Her clothes were a tent on her slender new body. Mia got up behind her, getting inside first. With a little fiddling, her bra fell to the floor. Purple, simple. Mia exited, but stayed behind her, reaching her arms around to unbutton her floral blouse. Holding the fabric in place even as each button fell away, until the very last one. She gently guided Lilly’s hands down, letting them hang behind her butt.

Then she grabbed and yanked.

All at once, Lilly burst forward. Her breasts, only barely affected by the slimming effect, sprang into the bathroom of their mutual master. She exhaled as fabric came away, a shudder rushing through her whole body. She kept her eyes on the roof, away from her master. She could feel something on her. His eyes. His judgement. His thoughts.

She could never have guessed he was smiling.

Mia did the final touches, pulling Lilly’s glasses off and stacking them on top of the rest of the discarded garments. Lilly, in turn, stood there like a statue on the prow of a ship. Chest forward, arms back, still. Dripping with sea foam, though perhaps it was only sweat. She felt fingers press into her back. Gentle, but firm. She walked into the shower, facing the wall away from her master.

A clap, a yelp. A hand struck her ass. She exhaled again, sucking in another as her cheeks burned and a smile peeled onto her face. She pressed against the wall, arching her back, and another hand struck her other cheek. This time she groaned into the feeling as the strength of the blow caused her body to shake.

The shower turned on, and Lilly did not move. It was as if she were bound in invisible ropes, locking her body into the pose. Her hands scrunched and flexed as the warm water dripped between her legs, washing away all evidence of Mike’s teasing. Mia squeezed in beside her, picked up the bottle of shampoo, and began to deposit some into her hand.

“So, this little shower session has a purpose. Beyond getting my sex toys cleaned up,” Mike said as Mia ran her soapy hands through Lilly’s short hair, “can you guess what that might be?”

“Uh-uh… a hint? Please?”

Another smack, and Lilly groaned into the wall.

“No hints,” Mia said, gripping Lilly’s hair and twisting her face to look at her, “Master asked you to guess.”

“Mmmmm oh, yes, yes, sorry,” Lilly was panting now, her tongue out and her eyes crossing slightly, “P-punishment. I-I’ve been so, so bad.‘

“A bad guess,” Mike said, nodding. Mia struck Lilly’s ass again, eliciting brand new moans and a shudder, “No, you’ve been a very good slave so far. I’m actually very proud of you.”

“Oh- oh! Th-thank you master,” she said, a sudden lightness in her chest in spite of her reddened cheeks, “I was- I wasn’t sure I’d be very… very good. I don’t-”

“-have much experience? I know. But that’s alright. Enthusiasm is just as good for now.”

Lilly nodded as Mia began getting water onto her head, dousing and washing out the shampoo. It dripped down her chest, her heavy breasts hanging low. A stream was running off of each nipple, pure white from the foam.

“No, I have a different thing I want to do. I’m going to pull each of you sluts in here one by one, I’m going to find out what kind of man you think is hot, and then I’m going to become that.”

“O-oh! I-I understand master!” Lilly said.

Mia had gotten the body wash, and was now massaging it into Lilly’s arched back. Her hands made simple patterns in the water, gliding along the skin, coated in foam.

“That’s good, I was worried it was going to go over your dumb bimbo head.”

Lilly groaned, shifting her weight from leg to leg as she tried to rub her thighs together. Her enormous hips weren’t giving her the right angle she wanted, knocking her knees together instead. Yet another reminder her master was smarter than her.

“Tell our master what he wants to know,” Mia said, massaging her soppy thumb against the other woman’s asshole. Lilly, in response, stopped trying to move, but her ring flexed against the digit, trying to draw it inside.

“I-I-I like- I like bigger men master! I-I always liked a man who could tower over me. Broad sh-shoulders, s-s-so tall! I want to j-just be enveloped m-master!” she repositioned as Mia squatted down, working her thighs over with heaping handfuls of soap.

“I’m assuming your husbands were also pretty tall?”

“An-Anthony w-wasn’t very t-t-tall, but he had beautiful sh-shoulders. But my s-second, M-M-Muhammed, he was v-very tall! H-he was a v-very handsome man.”

Mia looked back at Mike with her eyebrow quirked, but Mike shook his head with a smile. She shrugged, returning to work on Lilly’s calves.

“Tall and broad, I can do that. What about muscular?”

“O-oh, I d-don’t really… I think y-your belly is n-n-nice.”

Mike looked down at himself, “you’re not lying to me are you pig?”

“N-no! No master I-I would never!”

“Because you know if you do, I’ll make you lick the drains clean after all the girls’ve been washed,” Mike said, rising to his feet. His voice was low, a growl, but even through the shower, she could hear every word, “so I’ll ask again, are you lying to me?”

“NO! Mas-Master I’m sorry, I-I-If I ever g-gave you the impress-”

“I believe you.”

He flopped back on the toilet as all the tension sagged out of Lilly. She nearly fell down, but forced herself to stay standing. Mia was soaping under her armpits and along her biceps.

“Huh,” he said, more to himself than anyone else. He shook his head, “y’know, just to check, are you having fun?”

“M-me?”

“Yeah.”

“O-Oh G-G-God yeah,” she heaved, shaking under the water flow, “I h-h-haven’t been th-this horny in y-y-years.”

“I’d believe it sir, I can feel her heartbeat everywhere I touch,” Mia said, stroking along Lilly’s forearms.

“Alright, good,” he exhaled, leaning back on the cistern, “so, tall, broad men with a bit of a belly. The kind of form you’d want for wrestling or good hugs I guess. Anything else spring to mind?”

“I-I-I… I used to g-go to C-Canada when I w-was little. M-my daddy- uh, it doesn’t matter. B-but I was a-around a lo-lot of lumber jacks. I thought th-they smelled really h-h… lovely. A bit of sweat salt, p-pine trees, ci-cinammon. It was s-such a m-manly smell.”

“A dragon that smells like a Canadian forest,” he said, clicking his tongue, “I’m gonna end up crazy looking aren’t I?”

“D-d-dragon, master?”

“Oh, right, yeah. Mia’s a monsterfucker. That’s what she asked for on her turn.”

Mia shut off the shower, bringing a sudden quiet to the room. She was blushing, and trying not to look at either of them.

“O-oh! That’s… well, I didn’t think-” She turned to look at Lilly, but caught sight of her embarrassed look, “I-I-I guess th-the hearts of m-men can’t c-compete with S-Smaug can they?”

Mia shook her head.

“A-am I done?”

“Unless you have anything else to add to my new scales, you’re good,” he replied, ing her the towel.

Lilly pushed herself off the wall, squeezing by the still motionless Mia. She began wiping herself down, and was sashaying out of the room in short order.

“You Ok?”

“Sorry sir,” Mia said, leaning back on the wall and folding her arms. She tilted her head up, “I guess I knew it’d happen, and that’d be evidence enough, but I wasn’t expecting them to just KNOW.”

“Secrets’ll kill ya, keep as few as you can,” Mike replied, standing up once more.

“Wise beyond your years,” she said, offering him a smirk from the wall.

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