Chapter One: Kiyone and Mihoshi

"What do you mean you're closing the apartments?" asked Kiyone Makibi.

The policeman sighed from where he stood in front of her door. "I'm sorry, Ms. Makibi, but there were some concerns raised about fire safety. The building is being closed down two days from now until repairs are finished.

"You have until then to find another place to stay."

Kiyone realized he was just doing his job. So she nodded and smiled. "Thank you, officer. We'll get started right away." She shut the door.

Only when she was alone did the buxom bluenette let her fury show. She threw her shoes on her bedroll. "Oh, this is just perfect! Where are we going to find a low rent apartment in two days?"

Mihoshi didn't seem nearly so concerned. The beautiful dark skinned blonde was lying in her bedroll idly. Without a care in the world. "Well, maybe we can go crash at Tenchi's place, you know?"

Kiyone sighed. "The kid already has Ryoko, Ayeka, Washu, and Sasami living under his roof. I don't want to impose on him unless I really have to." Her eyes went to their table where a number of magazines were strewn. "Let's check those magazines. They have lists of apartments."

Kiyone made her way over and began to sort through them. Nothing came up just yet. Then Mihoshi glanced up with a magazine. "Hey Kiyone, what about this?"

Kiyone looked up and saw a red magazine. On the cover was a picture of a smiling red-haired girl with exaggerated proportions. Proportions achieved with photoshop if the laws of biology were any guide. Kiyone made her way over and took the magazine. "I don't recognize this magazine? Where did you get it?"

"I found it in a pile," said Mihoshi.

Kiyone frowned. "Well, I didn't order it. Maybe it came free in the mail. Let me see." She flipped through it to the description. "Hmm, high quality, low rent apartments. Can be rented on short notice. And it's not very far from here. It's perfect for our purposes.

"That's weird, that address is near us. But I've never seen it."

"Why don't we check it out, Kiyone? It could be nice," asked Mihoshi.

"We may as well," said Kiyone, before going to put on her jacket. "Come on, Mihoshi."

The two policewomen entered the Alien Maiden Apartments a little under an hour later. At the front desk was a beautiful dark-skinned woman who was sitting and typing with her legs crossed. As they came to the counter, she looked up and smiled.

"Hello, and welcome to the Alien Maiden Apartments, how can we help you?" said the woman.

Kiyone had to ask. "Why the name?"

"Style points." said woman. "Are you interested in purchasing a room?"

Kiyone sighed. She did not want to admit what brought her here. Still, something about this place put her on edge. The way the woman looked over her was almost hungry. "We're interested in looking into one. We have to move in a hurry, and well, you know..."

"Only too well." said the woman. "We've had a lot of stories like that." She stood up. "Follow me, Ms. Makibi. And Ms. Kuramitsu is welcome as well."

Kiyone glanced back. "Mihoshi, could you wait here while I look at things?"

"Sure Kiyone," said Mihoshi, before sitting down.

And so Kiyone was led through the halls. As they did, something occurred to Kiyone. "How did they know our names?" she wondered. Maybe it was an establishment by someone from off-world? They might have familiarized themselves with Galaxy Police personnel.

The halls themselves were lovely. They were almost opulent, with clear, clean windows and floors that shone. The rugs were elaborate and very fine. More and more Kiyone began to wonder if she'd gone to the right place.

As she walked, she saw something strange. She saw an orange haired girl with absolutely enormous breasts. She was kneeling on the floor, cleaning it, pushing a sponge back and forth. Her huge ass was thrust into the air and swaying as she did so, showing off her pink panties. As Kiyone walked by, she felt a heat coming into her body, just looking at her.

The maid glanced up and smiled. It was the girl from the picture. No photoshop had been used on this girl unless it had been on reality. Kiyone averted her eyes, feeling a blush coming from her face. Just what kind of place was this?

"Don't mind Orihime." said the woman. "She's very friendly. You'll come to see a lot more of her if you end up staying with us."

And then she came to the room itself. The ceiling was huge with elaborate designs. There was a hot tub in the bathroom and all kinds of luxuries. This wasn't right at all. "Wow, this is nice," said Kiyone. "Are you sure you didn't take us to one of your higher rent rooms?"

"No, Kiyone, this room is for you and you alone." said the woman.

"What?" said Kiyone, glancing back.

But the woman was gone. The door shut. Kiyone moved over to it and tried to open it, but it was ceiled shut. Then green gas began to pour into the room. Quickly Kiyone took a breathe and looked for a window. But there wasn't any. She slammed herself against the door as the gas drew nearer.

The door wouldn't open. Reaching for her pistol, Kiyone found she had left it behind. The gas was all around her now, and she was losing her breath. At last, she gasped and breathed in.

She struggled to stay away, stumbled forward, and then collapsed to the ground. Her vision went black.

"Wakey, wakey Kiyone..." said the woman's voice.

Kiyone's eyes opened blearily before she was jolted away by an electric shock. She shuddered and looked around. Kiyone was within a dark metal room, and the light above her burned her eyes. She tried to shield them with a hand, but she found her arms and legs were bound in a spread eagle position. Pulling her head up, she saw she was dressed in nothing but her underwear and lying on a slanted metal table.

"What... what is this?" said Kiyone.

"I have to admit, I wasn't really sure about how to go about this acquisition." continued the woman over the loudspeaker. "I mean, I could use the old methods, but I like to do something special for my girls."

"Who are you?" asked Kiyone. "Where am I?"

"You are in my lab," said Mistress. "As for who I am, you can just call me 'Mistress.'"

Kiyone thought about Mihoshi? Was she alright? Maybe she had wandered off while they were looking at the room. If so, she might be rescued, but she couldn't count on the fact. Stall, she needed to stall. "Is that some kind of code name?"

"Code name?" she laughed. "Now that is in the spirit of things, isn't it?

"But no, Mistress is just what I am. To you. And to all my other acquisitions."

"You don't know who you're dealing with," said Kiyone. "Kidnapping a member of the Galaxy Police is a serious criminal offense. I suggest you release me before- Mph!" And then something morphed between her teeth. A ballgag. She was wearing a ballgag.

"Still, there is such a thing as too much conversation." said the woman. "I'm not a fan of witty one-liners. And you, my dear little secret agent, will not be making a dramatic last-minute escape.

"Let's begin."

There was a moment of silence. Then the lights went let. What appeared to be a colossal metal laser gun came out of the ceiling and pointed itself below Kiyone's legs.

"Mmmph!" said Kiyone. What was that thing?

"Oh, don't worry." said the woman. "It's not going to hurt you. This beam of light is a transformation beam, tailored to turn you into what I desire. It's going to work its way up the table little by little until it hits you. You have three minutes to escape before it starts the transformation.

"Once you are transformed the process will begin on your partner, Mihoshi. And you'll have an intimate part in that stage." Another moment of silence. "Begin."

The transformation beam began to work its way up the table. Kiyone struggled in her restraints. She tried to work her hands out of the wrist holders with her escape training. But no matter how she worked at it, she couldn't get free. Then she thought that if she could get at least one leg free, she could dodge the beam, or knock the gun away.

But nothing she could do make a difference. The beam was now halfway to her body. Sweat dripped from her brow as her struggles intensified. If that thing hit her, what would it do to her? Would she be turned into some kind of monster?

That girl, Orihime.

Kiyone had thought her proportions were completely unnatural. Was that what was going to happen to her? Turned into that and dressed in a maid costume? No, no she'd never submit to that!

The beam was half an inch away now. Her entire body was tingling by the proximity.

"And... times up." said her captor.

The transformation beam hit her.

Instantly heat filled Kiyone's entire body. She shuddered as she felt the heat growing hotter and hotter within her. Then it began to focus between her legs and in her chest, and on her behind. Suddenly Kiyone realized that as she bucked to get free, she landed higher with each thrust. Her hips began to widen before her eyes as well. Then her breasts began to swell outward, larger and larger. Her already massive mammaries grew to obscene proportions.

And then, as her tits grew to nearly the size of her head, her bra snapped and fell to either side. Kiyone felt that other heat intensify. She felt something growing between her legs. She moaned in pleasure as it hardened, developing and growing until she saw it.

Coming out of her body was now a gigantic foot long dick. It was fully erect and standing completely upright. This couldn't be happening!

The beam died down, little by little and she was left, breathing desperately.

How did she have a dick? And how was she going to function with this kind of body? She'd be laughed out of the Galaxy Police Headquarters. Though it could have been worse, she was nowhere near that Orihime girl's size.

Could Washu reverse this?

"Oh, I forgot to mention, this transformation is irreversible unless I will otherwise," said Mistress. Why was she thinking of her that way?

Kiyone began to thrash in her bindings, sending her enormous tits, bouncing. As she bucked, she became even more erect. Her behind bounced off the table repeatedly. She thrashed and screamed, but nothing she did could get her loose.

"Now that is a beautiful dick," said Mistress. "And don't worry, you'll be able to take as well as fill. I may even reverse the process when I get a proper breeding stud for you.

"But let's move on."

The transformation beam shot down again, hitting Kiyone's dick head on. As it did, she found her leg muscles tightening. Little by little, her heels were being forced upwards, and she couldn't move them back down. Her feet were pointed down now and couldn't be moved by much.

"I've always felt women looked better in heels," said Mistress. "So you're going to have to wear them from now on. I'm reshaping your leg muscles so you can only walk on those beautiful toes of yours.

"Now it's time for your outfit."

The beam changed color from red to purple. As it shot into Kiyone, she found the remnants of her clothes disappearing. A mirror came down from the ceiling, and she saw as a frilly blue and black maid outfit appeared on her body. It was designed to cling to her every curve, and her arms and legs were covered in nets. Two nine inch heels adorned her feet, and she had a frilly bow on her head.

Kiyone blushed in humiliation as she saw the huge tent in her skirt. There had to be a way to release this.

"Now that is beautiful," said Mistress. "Now why don't you stand up?"

The locks on her body were unleashed. Kiyone leaned to her feet, but she couldn't go any further. She struggled to stay on her feet in the heels, managing to stand up straight. Her arms went to her sides, and she stood there, unable to move.

"Good," said Mistress. "Now, behind you is a curtain. You are going to turn around and walk to it. But you're going to do it sexily. Sway your hips and raise those wonderful legs of yours high."

Kiyone did so. She turned around and despite her best efforts, had to walk toward the pink curtain. Mistress had ordered it. She swayed her hips with an exaggerated strut and raised her leg high to show off her body as she walked. The result was a seductive stride which sent her blushing as she came to the curtain.

"Now thrust it aside," said Mistress.

Kiyone raised a hand, even though her every fiber was demanding she stop. Taking hold of the curtain, she pulled it aside. And beyond she saw Mihoshi.

The buxom blonde was chained to the ceiling, her bare body on display in a small metal chamber. She was stark naked, her beautiful body available. Her eyes looked up hopefully, as Kiyone felt the tent in her skirt become all the more unbearable.

"Kiyone... Kiyone what's going on?" asked Mihoshi.

"Now I'm going to give you a choice, Kiyone," said Mistress. "You can have your way with Mihoshi willingly right now. Or you can be forced, and both of you will suffer the consequences.

"Please say no."

Kiyone's skirt was thrown aside by her own hands; her lacey panties pulled down. She took hold of her own length and stayed in place. Nothing was forcing her to go forward. Kiyone refused, she wouldn't do this, she refused to do this.

"Kiyone..." murmured Mihoshi, eyes fluttering open.

"Well, you refused. Now it's time for the forcing," said Mistress.

Instantly Kiyone surged into action without her will. She pressed her lips against Mihoshi, plunging her dick home as she did. Kiyone rutted against Mihoshi, who moaned, even as they kissed with more and more passion. Kiyone's hands ran up against Mihoshi's breasts, as she felt the heat returning to her.

"Funny, isn't it?" asked Mistress. "That maid outfit may be frilly, but it's designed to seize control of your physical body. It can manipulate your muscles remotely and force you to do my bidding. So your little refusal didn't accomplish anything but extra fun for me."

Kiyone thrust again and again as she felt the pressure building. With a moan, she pushed Mihoshi's head into her bosom as she came and came hard. As her cum spurted into Mihoshi's insides, Mihoshi looked up and moaned.

Instantly Kiyone's partner began to grow. Her ample breasts exploded outward in size, her hips widened. Soon she was an exact match for Kiyone. And a maid outfit soon followed, colored yellow instead of blue. The chains let go, and Mihoshi and Kiyone both struck poses within the chamber. Their rumps touched each other and their breasts stuck out, their arms raised. A matching ballgag filled Mihoshi's mouth.

As they did, Kiyone fixed her outfit, even as her dick receded into her. How was this even possible?

"Now Mihoshi is ready," said Mistress. "Why don't we get to your punishments."

Kiyone couldn't wait. No, that wasn't right. She was here against her will.

Then her already enormous breasts began to grow larger still. The same happened for Mihoshi. Her hips expanded an equal amount. Their clothes conformed to the new sizes as their boobs became more than four times the size of their heads. And they were still growing. At the same time, Kiyone felt her arms being pulled back behind her and bound together by leather straps. Mihoshi had the same thing happen to her.

And Kiyone was feeling an increasing pressure within. She also felt a tingling on her lips. Looking to Mihoshi saw that the blonde's lips were becoming poutier by the second. Kiyone guessed they matched.

"Now that is nice," said Mistress. The curtains shut on the chamber, and Kiyone held her pose. She felt they were going up, like in an elevator. But to what? "By the way, unlike that cock of yours, this one is permanent. I like your new look.

"Still, it's not all play and no work." The doors slid aside, and Kiyone and Mihoshi strutted out of the chamber seductively. As they emerged, they came before their Mistress. She smiled and moved forward to take off their ballgags one by one.

Kiyone could have spoken. But she should wait for Mistress' permission first. What? Why was she thinking like this? It didn't make sense!

"I think it's time you got to work on your new job," said Mistress, motioning around her at a dining room. It had recently been used, and there were all kinds of smudges and dirt on the floor from people's feet. "You'll be using a mop instead of a gun." Mistress summoned a mop and bucket on wheels, filled with water. Driving the mop handle up, she drove it through Kiyone's cleavage so it was wedged there. "Only it'll be wedged between those magnificent breasts of yours.

"Do you understand, Kiyone?"

"Yes, Mistress," said Kiyone. She would pretend to be subservient until she could find a way to escape.

"Of course," said Mihoshi, smiling.

"Good," said Mistress. "Now, why don't you get started. And don't worry, I'll be getting some more help to work with you soon enough. There will be plenty of maids at the end of this. And you'll have other, more pleasant duties, soon enough."

Kiyone and Mihoshi got to work at once. Kiyone worked hard, putting her full effort into mopping up the floors. It was difficult moving the chairs and tables with nothing but their legs. But at least they got to admire each other.

Kiyone put her full effort into serving Mistress' will. After all, she needed to be known as a model employee if she was going to escape. Besides, being a maid was a step up from giving traffic tickets...

Author's Note:

So this is a companion piece to another series I made in the Bleach Fandom, Milk Maid Transformation. I decided to expand it to the Tenchi Muyo series. Don't worry, any crossover will provide necessary context.

This will be, primarily, a Tenchi Muyo fanfic. Any crossover characters will be there as supporting cast.

For now, enjoy this mindless smut.