It was almost 2 PM, and Marcy and her maids were already bored with the mall. They'd people watched, they'd idly browsed, they'd bought some overly expensive candles, and they were bored. Marcy tried to call Tabby, but she wasn't picking up, and she sure wasn't gonna take the bus now. Entering the parking lot, she hit a random 20-something, turning him into a nude sheep named Lucy, and asked him to escort them home.
They all packed into her tiny car - Marcy in the front seat, Zoe squished between the two dogs in the back. Apparently, Lucy was a handyman that Marcy kept on call. Zoe was relieved that not everyone is getting sentenced to direct servitude, at the very least.
When they pulled into the house, they were surprised - it looked entirely different. The house looked the same on the outside, but the inside was cleaned. Scrubbed, sanded, reorganized. Even a hole in the drywall that they'd been waiting months for the landlord to fix? Gone like it never happened. She ran around the house, finding an attic that had been converted to guest space, a basement that was home recording studio, and Stephanie's new room, looking prim, proper, and obnoxiously French.
There was no way a handful of maids could get all these renovations done in a few hours - these had to be retroactive. She still said a thank-you to Stephanie (currently lying on her bed) and Tabby (currently in the kitchen, stirring some tomato sauce).
Lucy offered to pick up Tabby's kids from school, while the dog girls helped in the kitchen. All the maids seemed to serve a purpose in the greater scheme of things, except for Zoe.
The rat walked up to Tabby and tapped her on the shoulder, asking her "is there anything you want me to be doing?"
"Anything you like sweetie!"
Was she a child now? She checked her I.D., and she was still born in 1993.
"You're in charge here, right? What should I be doing? What's my job?"
"Are you alright?" She finally looked away from the pot. "You're the household manager, you should be telling me what to do."
Zoe started thinking. If she was the house's manager, didn't that mean she lived here? She ran down the hallway, finding a room that the landlord had been waiting to rent out. The shelves were covered with her knick nacks, the bed had all her plushies, and she even found some of her clothes mixed in with the maid outfits.
She changed into a black midi dress and made her way down to the living room. She had to look her best in front of the other maids, and especially in front of Mistress.
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Every evening, Mistress allows for all the maids to eat dinner with her. Mistress does this to lessen her own loneliness, to treat her servants, and to touch base with all of them. At least, that's all the info Zoe could gather from the maids.
The table had 11 places set - 1 for Mistress, 7 for the maids, and 3 for Tabby's husband and kids. Tabby was such a big help, and her house was right there, so it was rude not to invite all of them.
Zoe caught herself calling her Mistress again. She might be a maid, but they'd been friends for years. She should be calling Mistress Marcy! Well, if Mistress was okay with that... she was too afraid to ask.
The table took up almost the entire living room - such a small house was not equipped to hold this many maids at once. But, the gun redesigned the house already... maybe it can add some floor space.
She found the ray gun laid on a counter, and took it outside. She picked 3 people at random and shot the ray gun, halfheartedly saying "deer, lion, goat." The people didn't matter, just the numbers. When she hit the third one, the gun dinged, and displayed a message:
Congratulations on successfully creating ten (10) total anthro maids! Your Transformation Ray Gun has been upgraded to version 1.3. This upgrade adds the “target’s favorite” option to the species selection menu! Want to help someone feel closer to their favorite animal, but don’t want to ask a lot of weird questions? Then choose this handy option! By reading the target’s conscious and unconscious desires, this setting can help make your maids the happiest they can be.
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Marcy was just watching TV in her room when she felt a rumbling. She saw her room get wider and, when looking out the window, she saw that her room was on the second story! She didn't have a second story.
Storming downstairs, she saw that the house now had its own dining room, set for 14 people. Everyone was there - including a very proud looking rat.
She sat down next to her and whispered. "What did you do? Why'd the house change"
"Oh! I just recruited some maids, and the house got bigger to compensate."
"Why'd you shoot them?"
"To get the house bigger. We needed a dining room."
"Didn't you just say that there were ethical issues? That you're doing it against their wills?"
"I'm sorry Mistress, I thought you'd have wanted it."
"Don't use the gun without my permission. Period. We don't even need these people." She pointed at a pink deer-girl "HEY! What's your job here?"
"I clean the recording studio."
"Why do we have someone whose whole job is cleaning one room?"
"I see the point." Zoe lowered her head. She'd lost Mistress's trust.
They heard a commotion in another room, and they saw two dogs, a cat, and a fox carrying out the sauce and noodles.
The fox - Marcy had to assume the mail carrier - felt so out of place among the cute, cartoonish maids. She grabbed the gun from Zoe, pointed it towards the fox (apparently named "Mary Ward"), and changed 'busty' to 'cute'. Marcy saw her hair get fluffier, her eyes get bigger, and her breasts reduce quite a bit. Her height even dropped three inches.
Marcy had started the day a 26 year old burnout flipping burgers for rent, and now she was a 26 year old Grammy winner that employed ten adorable furry maids. She could really get used to this.