This choice: A uniform to be worn by a fat maid. You feel an urge to puit it on.... • Go Back...Chapter #5New Gender. New Occupation. Old Body. by: FFM   You open the box and find a maid's dress, cap. flat black shoes and underwear.
"Get dressed, Prissy, you have a lot of work to do. I 'll step out so you can have some privacy."
She just called you Prissy? You want to walk away from the very snooty woman but you could only look down at her feet and say, "Yes'm, Lady Prosperio"
Alone in the room, you start to take off your clothes. First, the dress. This is the first time you can really check out your new body. It is hard to say what is the biggest change. You were a man. You are so much bigger then you were, you guess that you are over four hundred pounds. But it is hard to guess, you have seen so few people who are your current size. And your skin is so dark, it seems almost pitch black. And yet you think that so look so very hot, such huge tits and ass.
When you take off your bra, you finally note just how big it is. And your breasts would come down to you belly button if you belly were flat. But your belly goes out a couple of feet and hangs down almost to your knees. You should be freaked out by what you see in the mirror but you know that the person who changed you finds this attractive and so, you take pride in your new body.
Out of necessity, you decide to put on the bra that Lady Prosperio gave you. It is so large and thick, the strap was wide and padded and it has eight eye hooks. Somehow, you that you have to put it on backwards, doing the hooks in front. While it is a a bit difficult, you rotate the cups to the front and move your arms through the arm holes. When you move your heavy breasts into the cups, you find that the bra is bigger than what you need. Despite knowing that you are about to know some more, you see just how heavy duty the bra cups are and can why the straps and so wide and padded, it is holding your boobs above your stomach.
You are now able to reach down and remove your platform boots with your nipples being in you way though you still have to work around your breasts. And finally, you can reach under your belly and work off your panties. Once more, your new pair of white panties are even bigger then the red silk panties you took off. You can no longer just pull up your underwear, it is so big and you have so much hips and belly to work around.
Next, you put on the slip. It seems that you could have used the garment as a blanket in your old form. Once it is on, you start growing even more. You have to keep adjusting your bra and panties and you expand. But you end up tugging at your clothes because you have a hard time reaching around your body. There is so much and you really are not very flexible anymore.
After a couple of minutes, you finally get to stop you compulsive tugging on your clothes and look at your self again. While you have no way of knowing, you are even shorter, five foot three as it turns out. You are also five hundred and seventy five pounds but you will not know that until later. What you seem is very obese black woman. You can feel your belly rubbing on your thighs. It seems that your boobs, as held by your bra, stuck out a couple of feet. Yet the is dwarfed by your belly which goes out farther than you can reach. You are so wide that you will brush again door frames as you move from room to room.
Your hands are so plump, your fingers cannot run parallel. When you try to make a fist, your fat keeps it only half formed. From your shoulder to your elbows, you are so thick, it looks like your lower part of your arms are emerging from the thick bend that is your elbow. Your flank and your arms are so fat that your arms cannot hang at your sides. Instead, it slopes out at about a forty five degree angle.
Looking at your face, you find quadruple chins. And you face just kind of slides into your neck.
When you try to walk, you find that you really cannot take a step. You have to shift your weight onto one large leg and kind of move the other leg ahead. You will never be able to move quickly as long as you remain like this.
In order to get your shoes on, you have to sit on the bed. Your ass is too big to fit in the chair. It is a struggle to get your foot close enough to tie the laces. Even this has your body juddering and leaves you breathing heavily. You find yourself grateful the it is just flat shoes. The platforms that you were wearing would now be impossible.
Now it is time to put your work clothes on, your maid's dress. Fortunately, you can get it on by sliding it one like a shirt. Somehow, you knew that you had to keep the buttons on the bottum half of the dress buttoned. There is no way you could reach them if it were on..
After the dress is on, you can feel more changes. Your ass, which was to heavy to remain rounded anymore, starts drooping even more. While your heavy duty bra is holding up your breasts, you can feel those getting even heavier and pulling more. Even though your skin is so plump, you can see lines forming on your face. And your jowls grow even more. And even through the layers of fat, tendons start showing up on your wrist and hands. Your hair straightens out and streaks of gray shows up on your temples. You know that you have to use hair straightener from now on, Lady Prosperio does not want your hair to be kinky.
Finally, you clip on your cap. And you see who you now are. You are Prissy. You work for Master and Lady Prosperio as their maid. You are a hugely obese middle aged negress. You want to think of yourself as an african-american but you cannot. While you know who you were. But you know that you can only be a maid. You are not smart enough and educated enough to be anything else. This is what you were made to be. While you are not happy with it, you accept it.
You hear and knock on the door and hear the Lady Prosperio yell, "Stop stalling, you lazy cow and come out here."
You want to feel insulted by her name calling and call her out on her tone but you do not dare. You waddle across the room. Your hips rubs against the door frame as you go into the hallway. You feel so stiff as you move, even as your huge body moves in all direction because you have to swing your arms and legs about in order to waddle.
"Prissy, you know your duties. I expect you to get start immediately."
You want to look this woman in the eyes when you reply. But you are not worthy of doing so. So you look down at her shoes as you mutter yes.
You see the cart that has your cleaning equipment as well as the vacuum cleaner.
"But before you get your fat ass moving, I want to look at you."
While she is looking over your body, you just want to disappear. You soon realize that even if you are standing still and trying not to think, you can feeling the enormity of your body. Every breath moves your breasts. Your breasts pulls on your body and strains against your bra and in return, your bra strains against the rest of your body. Your arm pulls against your should. And your feet feels every pound that you carry.
"Prissy, if only you know what a sight you are. There is just so much of you. Why did you let yourself go like this?"
You start to say something but just as quickly you cut yourself off. But still, a yelp comes out of your mouth.
"Still uppity, I see. Prissy, I know you want to ask questions. And, this time, I will allow you to ask."
You stammer,"Why, Lady Prosperio? What did you make me into a fat negress maid?"
"Prissy, my husband has a thing about robust and solid young negresses, just like you just were. He also likes them sassy. But I cannot abide by him cheating on me. So, I just stopped him. But I find you here. And I have a mansion to take care, I need domestics. And because you are just a negress..."
"But I..."
"Remember your place you old and fat cow! Interrupt me again and you will regret it!"
I shut up.
"Now, as I was saying, you are a negress in need of a job. Now, I could not have you sashaying around and tempting my husband. So I mad you even more fat and too old for him to find you attractive. And I gave you all of the mental attributes that will make you a good maid. You may speak again, Prissy."
"B-b-but, Lady Prosperio why me? And what did you do to me?" How could I sound so small?
"Prissy, how stupid are you? I already told you. I need a maid to clean this place. You were here and you were already a negress. But I did make some changes in your head. You know that you are a member of the servile race. You are now rather stupid. I removed most of that education that you cannot understand and will just get in the way of your duties. You can count by using your fingers and you might be able to sound out some smaller words. You will respect your betters and you will obey me. If you displease me, I will toss you out of this house. You will have no where else to go. You are useless for anything else."
I could only stand silently and realize the truth of her words. I knew who I was. But I also know that I am just Prissy, an old fat negress maid.
"You may go."
With that, I waddled away. Even though I did not want too, there was much cleaning to do.
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