Lady Charlotte collapses on her couch after a long day giving many demanding orders. The kingdom, that was hers in all but name, would fall apart without her. A worthy but taxing task drove the lady along and demanded most everything she had. Far past the evening of another long day, her faithful maid Nessa, never far from her side, brings in a cup of tea and sets it on the stand next to her.
"Oh thank you Nessa I needed that?" Charlotte looked up a question at her maid. She began to reach for it but in the repose she had adopted, her reach was above, behind her head, and uncertain. Her maid towered over and gave her an empty stare. Seeing this, Charlotte playfully smiled. She returned her focus to the prize and continued to grasp for the tea.
Quick as a viper, Nessa snatched Charlotte's arm by their wrists and took control of her pathetic flailing. Nessa stayed in good physical condition from carrying out her duties, but her lady had no such time. Nessa did not fault her for it. What Nessa did take offense to was the prominent weakness her lady presented to her daily.
"You know my desires are what matter here don't you?" Nessa sneered and put her knee on the plump stomach. The dress of her uniform frilled wide like a lace peacock asserting its dominance. Charlotte depressed into the couch fairly hard with the added weight. Nessa dug her heel in between Charlotte's legs and it elicited a weak moan.
Charlotte gasped slightly for air. "Nessa, you know I-"
Nessa released her grip on a wrist to quickly slap her captive on the cheek. Her silken gloves, still pristine regardless of the lateness of the hour, made a slight paff noise and left Charlotte with a redness resembling carpet burn. The wrist was quickly re-seized. "Be quiet. It will happen as it always has and always will." Nessa examined the creature beneath her for a reaction. Charlotte nodded weakly. Satisfied Nessa began the process.
Nessa began massaging the wrists still under the control of her strong hands. In a circular motion her thumbs caressed, then dug in, cyclically, slowly, and inevitably. Lady Charlotte had that slight bluish quality of the noble vampire all over her skin, and her veins stood out in sharp relief. As Nessa worked though, the tendons that barely fought back in the first place began to visibly relax. Then, the magic they had both discovered years ago began to work once more.
In a state of sublime relaxation, Charlotte's arms began to go limp. Not in the sense of non-movement, in the sense literal noodle arms. If Nessa were to release now, those arms would fall impossibly backwards behind the couch and flop in any angle they so chose, but right now Nessa was the one choosing. Nessa released her grip briefly to let her lady's hands fall into her own. They were still a little too bony for the maid's liking. Nessa leaned down to support her elbows on the couch and to focus. Her rear end was now perkily in the air and her bosom was mere inches from her charge's nose. Her knee dug even more into Charlotte's stomach as even more of her weight left the floor.
Lady Charlotte started to struggle a bit and flexed what few stomach muscles she had and was straining to lean forward. For what? Nessa frowned and answered her own question. The pudgy wanted a face-full of-
"NO." The struggling instantly ceased. Nessa thrust her chin down into her chest to again stare at Charlotte. Charlotte looked up at her with puppy eyes and a still playful smile. "You will relax now or I will punish you." Holding the least friendly stare she could, Nessa held her current position until Charlotte looked away guiltily.
Nessa could now focus on the real task. She squeezed and loosened her grip on the hands one at a time until they began to lose all structure. They lay backwards one by one under the maid's ministrations. Nessa could now ball up all of Lady Charlotte's fingers and squish them into each other like a ball of play dough. Functionally the bones had disappeared which was exactly what she wanted.
Nessa now dropped the left arm so she could focus on the right. The lady couldn't really fight back at this point. The arm flopped uselessly below without Nessa to guide it. Nessa began a more aggressive massage on the other forearm which quickly widened and needed both her hands to the job. Fat pig. Nessa would always look down on this woman below her. What a boon this discovery was. Nessa could rectify the problem. As she worked her way up the arm, the thicker mass only meant there was more mass to claim and so it thinned out much more drastically. What was left after Nessa's passing seemed to be just folds of skin. Charlotte sighed.
"Thank you Nessa." Lady Charlotte had a longing gaze and looked up as best she could.
"This is not for you fatty." Nessa did not return the look. All Charlotte could contemplate was the intricate patterning on her maid's uniform and how close but how far away it was.
"I... I know."
"Good." Nessa finished the right arm and all that was left looked like an arm taken under a rolling pin. Hmm, not a bad thought. Nessa would bring one next time. She was nothing if not inventive with her nightly "duty". The other arm went even quicker as their was even less struggle and more silence from her captive. Having finished part one, Nessa stood back up. Charlotte wheezed as she took a full breath of air.
Nessa adopted a wide stance with her arms crossed and frowned. "Scoot down. I want your full body on the cushions." The maid commanded.
Charlotte immediately began to comply, but without arms the best she could do was an inch or so at a time with breaks in between.
"Pathetic. There is a reason I never get tired of showing you your place pig."
Charlotte gasped both at the exertion and the severity of the comment. Nessa was in a very bad mood tonight. Charlotte wondered what her punishment would be and hid a smile. After a minute she finally scooted herself to where she was told. She looked straight up at the ceiling and waited like a good toy.
Nessa snorted. That ready look on Charlotte's face meant she thought she knew what was coming. Well, she was right but not entirely so. Nessa stepped up onto the couch and onto the large stomach. Charlotte again was gasping for air. Would this buffoon not learn? Nessa put on a glare this time and looked down from far above.
"I said relax. Stop trying to breath. You know how this works." Nessa jumped slightly, not even enough to separate her chunky heels from the wobbly stomach below but enough to cause a loud groan of pain.
Lady Charlotte smiled desperately. "Yes of course Goddess."
"Excellent that's all I want to hear from you." Nessa began to knead her toes into the stomach to start the process up again. Charlotte finally sighed and, though it was still painful, she managed to relax. Instantly the stomach compressed under Nessa's heels forming a deep indent in Lady Charlotte's remaining form. The maid stood in place for a minute savoring the sensation of her whole weight making such pronounced mark on the thing down there. She would never admit it to the lady, but she did enjoy most parts of this. A glance at Charlotte's face made evident that she was now thoroughly occupied with staring up her skirt.
"Fat perv. You are a going to lose a lot of weight tonight. I will make you." Nessa begin to walk up and down the couch as though Charlotte wasn't even there, making many more extreme heel divots all over Charlotte. Her lady did make a very agreeable doormat, disappearing beneath her shoes like nothing.
Charlotte treated this as an escape from duty, and would lose herself beneath Nessa. How much she needed it, Nessa couldn't tell, but Lady Charlotte certainly volunteered for it often enough. She clearly liked this reversal of dynamic but Nessa however... she needed it. This turn of positions kept her sane as a servant. She spent all day scrubbing the floor and as revenge she could make her lady into her floor. If Charlotte gave an order that annoyed her during the day, Nessa would assert dominance on that mouth at night.
Nessa finished "working the dough" and Charlotte was now a mouse pope, holier than swiss cheese. Nessa left her head untouched for now. Nessa jumped down off the couch and her lady again. She landed with surety and a loud thud.
Charlotte turned her head that way what little she could at this point in evident surprise. She started to speak but the words came out in a whisper, because her airways were much less capable at the moment.
"Does my face not need relaxing?" Charlotte addressed her owner.
Nessa briefly paused, but did not turn around. Instead she went left and walked out of the bedroom and shut the door behind her. Her clacking heels fading away as Lady Charlotte was left helpless. It would take the lady hours to return to normal without assistance.
"Nessa!" She screamed but she still couldn't muster the energy in her current state to get above talking volume. The sound barely made it past the door.
As Nessa walked down the hall she took a moment to herself to smile. She was still in the part of the mansion that other servants were not allowed near at night, so it was safe. Truly she enjoyed the magic and the sheer control she had over Lady Charlotte, the most important woman in the country. It was only at night and did require some willingness for the transformation to occur but, hypothetically, nothing could stop Nessa from stuffing Charlotte in a suitcase one night and running away to keep her toy forever. A lovely fantasy to be sure yet, Nessa sighed, Lady Charlotte still did a lot of good for her, her family, and the people of the country. She wasn't totally heartless. She got to relieve her stress daily anyway on this pitiful noble's pliant body. She would inevitably end up helping Charlotte reform in the morning.
There was nothing wrong with putting some fear in her heart though. Nessa snatched what she came for in the linen closet and started to return. Maybe she would grab some tea on the way.
Lady Charlotte was having a panic attack, she could barely move, barely look around, and her protector, her goddess, and the lady of her heart had just left her here. She couldn't look to see what might be lurking outside, or what vermin might be crawling near her toes. She was totally unable to address her own irrational fears. She needed Nessa at night. Her days were impossibly stressful and she needed someone else to take control once in a while or she would go crazy. Nessa had never put up with her snapping at her, always knew what she needed to do, and the day they both discovered her condition was a day she would never forget. They were a perfect fit. But now she was gone where was she? What happened to her? Am I all alone? Though she knew it would be a bad idea to say it, she loved Nessa with all her heart but the girl had closed herself off. She mostly treated Charlotte like a rug and Charlotte liked that, but she wanted more. Where was she? What was that noise? Oh thank god it's the clacking of Nessa's heels again. "Nessa, where were you? Nessa? Nessa-!"
Nessa quickly strode back in with the soft fabric in hand and, without pausing dumped herself onto the couch and Lady Charlotte's breasts She landed with loud poof. The lady's chest compressed beneath her weight like fine bedding, and did she imagine it or was there a slight squelching noise? In any case moving on.
"You missed me worm? So much for your huge chest, I think you're more of a flat worm tonight." Nessa ground herself down into the couch. She really couldn't feel much left down there already. Well her experiment this night would hopefully get the results she wanted.
Nessa spun the bit of red fabric she had around on her hand. It was about two feet by two feet square and familiar. "Recognize this flatty?"
What was left of the lady opened her mouth to talk but Nessa quickly solved that. She didn't even have to lift her arm to pinch her toy's mouth shut, that annoying face was in easy reach. Lady Charlotte's lips sealed like glue in an effect they both knew well.
"MMmMMmmmmmmNNnn" Charlotte tried to answer anyway.
"How very eloquent." Nessa sighed and leaned back on the couch to stare at the ceiling. Keeping her hand in place, she mushed the face in a bit, but not too much. It was a nice meditative tactile toy while she took a break that she deserved. She made sure she was leaving only a slight hand print and maybe a flatter nose while she contemplated life. The rest would come in a few minutes.
A quiet mansion, and everything in it's place while Nessa relaxed and Charlotte was muted. Perfection, but eventually it was time to move on. Nessa shifted and looked down at her hand, admiring the face contained within her light grip. Her silken gloves naturally resting on top covering her mouth, nose and eyes: Lady Charlotte's entire face giving way to make her arm rest comfortable.
"Alright here comes the main event."
Nessa got up halfway off her lady and correct the folds in her dress somewhat. Charlotte moaned in happiness as she was once again free to behold her maid's magnificent assets. Then she felt a couple of pinches as Nessa seized her lower half and started dragging it upwards in a fold. Her midriff now rested next to her neck.
"Let's get rid of the rest your fat belly." Nessa jumped up and slammed her fluffed up dress down on most of Lady Charlotte this time. A loud squelching noise was very audible.
"Was that you? Gross?" Nessa jested as she prepared her comforter for the next round. Again, she only got up half way like she couldn't be bothered to be exact about this task, dismissing the thing beneath her. Another fold and jump, and the compression increased. Squish there went the lady's legs and knees. Squash and there went her feet. Nessa now sat regally on top of all but Charlotte's head. She looked down at her pet.
"Well you might have a guess where this going but just in case you don't know, let me explain what this is." Nessa brandished the red fabric again.
"This is a pillow cover and tonight you're going to be my pillow." Nessa declared. "Look it even has your name on it."
Indeed the pillow case was monogrammed with the house seal and Lady Charlotte's long full name embroidered.
"Usually when you put your name on something it means you own it but tonight it means it's you." Nessa laughed cruelly, bouncing her butt gently on top of the lady. "Well you're not the pillow, just it's stuffing but you get what I mean."
"MMMMmm." Charlotte started tearing up a bit. It was so mean and perfectly Nessa. She loved this woman so much.
"Are you crying? Well hey, nobody will have to look at it in a minute so let's get to it." Nessa picked up Lady Charlotte who was now very light and turned what was left of her main body over. This let Nessa fold her head in neatly on top her body, hey she was still a maid. Neatness does matter.
"What a perfect target. Say bye bye to your head my lovely little cushion." Nessa turned around and presented her large shapely behind once again.
"nnnnMMMMMMMMM-!" Nessa did a final huge jump and centered herself perfectly for the landing. Bullseye. The family emblem decorated on the rear of her uniform connected squarely with Charlotte's nose, following close behind it was all of Nessa's weight. Another loud squelching and as her body reconfigured noisily. Charlotte felt her face flatten very thoroughly and it was always wondrous to her that she could still think when her head was this flat. What she could hear got very far away as her ears were folded, compressed, and thoroughly sat on like the rest of her. Charlotte quickly accepted her new reality and felt bliss once again. She would do her job perfectly for her Goddess, an object for her use. Nessa squirmed a bit above her, and she experienced some discomfort as the lace rubbed back and forth on her face. Suddenly the noise of the world returned.
Nessa lifted her butt up a bit. "Darn it you flattened out a little too much." She shrugged and quickly sat back down. "Within expectations though." Nessa had always wanted her Charlotte plaything to maintain a bit more of a shape. Well, now she could force the issue.
"That's another reason you're going in the pillow. It maintains unruly stuffing." She got up again and turned around to admire her handiwork. The Lady Charlotte, ruler of the realm, benevolent dictator, and buttprint, a fitting list of titles. Nessa laughed again.
"Well, it's time to welcome you to your new home. You definitely belong." Nessa picked Charlotte up and stuffed her in the pillow case. She made very short work of it due to long practice. In her hand was just a normal Charlotte household pillow, dozens throughout the mansion. No one would know the difference. The fatty finally met her weight loss goal.
"You look perfect. This is up to my standards as head maid. I could put you on display in the main hall."
Charlotte was in heaven. She desperately wanted reply, but her lips were still sealed shut.
"In any case, you're coming with me. I can take you through the house now, no one the wise. Excuse me why am I talking to a pillow." Nessa said and left the room with her new favorite decoration held loosely at her hip. They quickly traversed the halls and only passed Manny, a timid boy on the night shift. Nessa surmised he wouldn't cause any trouble as she made her way to her quarters.
Finally she could relax. Nessa took off her stuffy uniform and stripped all the way down to her underwear. Normally she couldn't drop the act like this because Lady Charlotte might see, but she had found a way to contain her. After she let down her hair, it was finally time to test the last part of her experiment.
The whole time they walked through the halls Charlotte was dying of fright. What if someone knew, what if someone figured it out? But the sheer forbidden nature of the situation sent spasms through her pillowy form. She couldn't stop herself shaking a bit even though it might give her away. Finally she was set down somewhere. Did Nessa put her in the main hall like she threatened, or was she somewhere else public? Lady Charlotte couldn't risk it so she kept her mouth shut for the time being.
Nessa addressed her pillow one last time. "Goodnight pillow lets see how well you hold up."
Of course. Nessa's quarters. Charlotte had often thought about taking a peek but her maid was very private. Charlotte struggled and struggled and finally unsealed her lips for what she had wanted to say for a long time:
"I love you Nes-!" Squelch
Nessa sat down hard in her favorite rocking chair which was now much more comfortable and rocked back a bit.
*Squeak* *Squeak* Squeak
"I know my little butt toy." She pulled a blanket around herself and settled in. "I know."