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Joanna sighed as she settled into her couch, tired after another job application was rejected. Brushing her messy hair back, she looked around her apartment, looking over the kitchen space; she was spending a lot of time at home, but that didn't help the steadily growing piles of unwashed dishes, and the stains starting to spread in various places. She didn't like the mess, she didn't normally leave it behind, but with every rejected job it got harder to care.

The feedback loop was unfortunate; she had enough money to last at least, and her neighbors were willing to help with food, but as her personal hygiene grew worse potential employers grew more wary of her. She picked up a letter from her landlord, which likewise complained about her failing ability to keep the apartment clean, a firm warning about her potential eviction if she didn't at least try to improve. She honestly didn't blame him in the slightest; as much as she didn't like him, he was right about the potential for health risks if it got too bad.

Pulling up her phone, she looked down at the one application she'd sent that hadn't yet rejected her, implicitly or explicitly. It was a weird new startup by the name of Changing Center, whose business was unclear but evidently some sort of adults-only multi-entertainment center; she'd been suspicious, but at this point she was desperate. They at least had a number of open positions listed; performers, caterers, management, and cleaning, among others.

She laughed a little at the possibility of getting made to be cleaning staff in her current state, before giving a sad smile. As she thought about it, she did figure it would probably be helpful to her; if she could overcome the fact that her work and home lives would be the same, it would help her learn to deal with the current mess. Still, that was a big if, and seeing no response from them so far, she closed her email and stretched out, blanket covering her as she drifted off to premature sleep.

By the time she awoke, she'd managed to get several messages from her friends, some asking about the job, others more general chat. She quickly read through, replying when appropriate, before noticing one of the notifications was in fact from that one, final application; she'd be accepted to come visit in person, and they told her upfront she was likely to be hired. She quickly checked the time, seeing it was still earlier in the morning than her slated meetup, and quickly stepped up to get a quick shower in.

Standing under the too-slow-to-heat water, she tried to destress as best she could. Soft shampoo and soap helped her ease herself, although as she futilely squeezed the body wash bottle, she found herself having to make do with just a quick rinse. It was yet another thing to add to her stress, another thing she'd need to clean later. That there was a patch of mold forming in the corner didn't help either; a bunch of little messes, but even dealing with just one was proving to be a hassle.

Drying herself off, she grabbed a clean dress shirt and pants for her interview; her clothes, at least, were still tidy enough. Deodorant and some brushing of her dark hair helped her put on a more presentable face, although for all she knew this would be a pretty casual place anyway. Some acme was still dotting her face, but she brushed that aside for the time being; she was good enough, and telling herself that was a nice reassurance before she left the apartment.

The store building was unimpressive; it was hardly bad, with some bright signage and patterns, but Joanna wondered if it was a repurposed office of some sort. As she expected, the front door was locked, but as per her email, the back entrance was open, allowing her to step inside to the odd sight of there not being any other staff or applicants. She was beginning to wonder if she was getting set up for something, before hearing someone's voice coming through.

"Just wait a moment, please!"

Joanna could guess this was her potential employer; she assumed from the feminine voice this was a woman, but she wasn't too sure. Settling into a somewhat musty, stained couch, she took the backspace room in; it had a surprisingly high roof, and a pretty spacious vibe considering the apparent size of the building. Unfortunately, it was also still visibly in a less-than-ideal state, with dust and stains in several places, though thankfully it wasn't filled with any trash or visible food waste. She could only guess that they'd be hiring some cleaning staff soon.

As her gaze shifted to a table in front of her, she noticed a brochure advertising the building, taking a copy and glancing over it. They were promising to feature an arcade, a casino, a restaurant, and a theater, plus hotel facilities and stores. Quite a lofty goal for a cheap place like this, although as she looked over it she couldn't help but like the idea at least. They made several claims about the time spent here being magical, as well as notes of more sexual aspects to the place, and she couldn't help but wonder just what they had in mind for getting to that point. Her reading was interrupted as she looked at the cover again, however, the door to an office opening as the boss stepped out.

Joanna couldn't help but stare and blush for a moment, as she realized the tall woman hadn't bothered wearing any clothes. She didn't seem fazed by it, however, her medium brown fur managing to cover anything on her skin despite the short length. Taking her in more, the human could infer she was an otter, the thick tail, snout and ears, and webbed digits all showing it, but she also had dark black wings, leathery webbing matching a bat, and curling sheep horns adorning her scalp. The strange woman giggled a little, settling into a chair opposite her applicant.

"Is this the first time you've ever seen a demoness, dear?"

Joanna nodded, before regaining her composure a little. She'd packed some print copies of hopefully useful information to her potential boss, but as she set them onto the table the otter simply smiled. "I'm sorry, I ah, didn't know this was that kinda 'adults-only' place..." she explained, trying to hide how flustered she still was.

"It's alright, dear. I'm... not quite a succubus or incubus, but close enough. You may call me Danielle."

Joanna nodded, starting to relax a little. "Would, um, would I need to do sexual thing working here...?"

The demoness shook her head, leaning forward a little. "For obvious reasons, it's encouraged, but I know everyone has their limits. This place is ideally going to be sorta cooperative; I'm the boss in terms of management, but employees pick their own times when possible, pay is even, unions are actively encouraged even!"

"And... the catch? This seems too good to be true to me."

Joanna sweated a little, the job feeling welcoming but very off. Still, she didn't want to completely throw it away, and return to just lying among her filthy dishes and unwashed walls.

"Well, besides the whole startup thing... We deal in transformative changes here. You'd probably wind up being transformed into something nonhuman, and we're also open to most other potential kinks, among other things."

"I'll do it."

Joanna hadn't thought before saying this, hadn't contemplated it. But in retrospect, she figured that, for all the strangeness, she wanted to try this, to accept any potential risks. Danielle was already preparing a contract, and she quickly signed off after only a cursory read, confirming a mix of stock boilerplate and weird magical clauses. As she returned the papers, she leaned back, fidgeting.

"So, what now?"

"Well, what positions do you want? You're, ah, kinda my first employee - the only applicant who was free today, in fact - and so everything is open."

"Oh, well, hmm..."

Having to actually choose her position in the company was throwing her for a loop, not just because of how little she expected it, but also thanks to a sudden realization; she wasn't sure what marketable skills she had. Thinking back to her past job experience, she quickly dismissed a customer servicing position, but she wasn't much for repairs, wasn't much for tech, could assume finances were already covered...

"Maybe... cleaning? I'm not the best at it, but..."

Before she could continue, Danielle was already doing a small clap, a look of excitement on her face.

"Oh, that's perfect! You can probably, ah, see how this place is still a fixer-upper, early stages. Honestly, we don't even have most of the actual facilities built yet!"

"Wait, why does your paper already advertise a bunch of stuff then?"

"Oh, it's more what I plan on adding. Should probably go baby steps, though... Anyway, don't worry about your skills, I think I have a solution to any problems that might cause. Excuse me a moment."

The mysterious otter woman stretched as she stood up, before quickly returning to her office. Joanna could briefly see her desk inside, surprisingly clean, before Danielle returned, rushing into a door on the opposite side of the room labeled "Magical Storage". She fumbled with her keys for a moment, before pulling the door open and stepping inside. "Wait here a moment, please."

After several long minutes of anticipation, Danielle stepped back out, carrying nothing more than a small spray bottle with black and white stripes on it. She shook it up for a moment, and Joanna was left confused by how some air freshener or hand sanitizer would help her clean even just this one room. Still, she bit her tongue, waiting until after the slightly sweet smelling spray was blasted into her face to ask her question.

"What is this supposed to do?"

"It'll help get your spirit up a bit, at least for cleaning!"

Joanna paused a little, a look of concern on her face. Her new boss quickly provided some clarification to calm her.

"Oh, don't worry, it'll only barely change how you think! Mostly just making cleaning more pleasurable and relaxing... its physical effects are what're weird, really."

Before she could ask anything about that, she felt an odd sensation. A weird but pleasant mix of familiar and unfamiliar feelings, centered on her crotch. At this point, talking to the naked lady had already stripped Joanna of enough modesty, so she simply pulled her pants down then and there, watching as her body shifted.

Her pubic hair was shifting, growing thicker, the colour darkening to black. But more than that, she watched as her crotch shifted, her clit growing longer, the rest of her slit adjusting itself around it, soon forming a new cock with a soft sheath around it. She gave it an experimental touch, before gripping firmly, stroking herself a little as she explored the change. For now, however, it seemed to be her only physical change, as drastic as it was. Danielle shuffled a little, reminding her guest of her presence, giggling at her blush.

"So, the more you clean, the more you'll change..." she started.

"... and the more I change, the better it'll feel to clean?" Joanna finished, getting a nod from her boss.

"And there are some bonuses to make cleaning easier, too!"

Joanna was confused by this, but shrugged it off for now; already the couch was feeling worse to her, grosser, something where giving it a good spray would be helpful. As the fur around her crotch spread slowly, she looked around, Danielle helpfully finding some clothes and towels in a small closet by the office, but there was no actual fluid anywhere.

Still, that didn't stop Joanna from trying; she instead simply picked up a broom and dustpan, and began to sweep along the floor. There was dust, and hair, and some litter, and all of it was slowly but surely brushed up and tossed into a bin that Danielle pulled in for her. With every sweep, every dusting, every dumping, her body shifted to match.

As she wiped down the table, her hands grew dark, padded portions along the palms and fingers, her nails adjusting into blunt claws, helpfully short enough to not interfere with her ability to grasp objects. Body hair across her skin shifted, thickened, and grew into dark fur. She giggled when she noticed some white hair in her face, all the hair across her scalp shifting to white; it felt good, the soft tingling of her changes.

When she was nearly done with the sweeping, she felt like her feet were killing her. Settling herself onto the floor, she pulled her shoes off awkwardly, finding herself left with the thick pads and strong claws of a skunk on her feet. As she stepped back up, immediately feeling relief, she pondered for a moment how much having a potentially steady job was calming her.

Definitely, part of the change in her mindset was due to the transformations; she was still hard, and she knew she didn't have a cleaning fetish before. But at the same time, she was getting along well enough with Danielle, she was hopeful that this job could stick, she would generally be able to turn her life around.

Once her boss came back into the room, having been inspired to sort her own office better, Joanna stepped up to give her a big hug. "Thank you for this..." she meekly said into the taller otter's chest.

"Hehe, of course dear!" Danielle replied, kissing the growing stripe of white fur along the bridge of her nose. "How about we help you out of that shirt?"

Joanna nodded, happily lifting up her arms while Danielle pulled the shirt away, before just as quickly tossing her bra aside. Now naked, they could both better appreciate the line of spotted black and white fur along her back, a white band right along the spin slowly growing surrounded by specks of black and white. A twitching of her tailbone signified the start of her large bushy tail, not yet even half a foot, but already visibly growing.

Doing a couple of naked poses, Joanna began to drip pre a little. For a moment she was concerned, but as it fell to the floor, she realized that it looked cleaner with the pre than without, even if only a little. She doubted she could use it to wash the whole floor, but it gave her a giddy feeling, now that she realized just what the help in cleaning her new form offered would bring. As she felt a small, bloating sensation in her gut, she could only guess at what it meant; combining it with her changes thus far, she turned her rear to the one source of filth left in the room, the couch, and sprayed.

It was strange; within moments, she'd developed a new set of glands, ready to produce her strong spray. Her fur puffed up as if angered, an instinctual response, but she felt the opposite; it was good to let out her sprays, especially since the aroma was extremely pleasant. A glance behind her confirmed that whatever was in her spray, it was washing away the grime, the couch clearly soaked but just as clearly legitimately cleaned.

With the room completely clean, she felt a mix of euphoria and satisfaction. She was blushing, panting, and even let out a soft moan, before she came, her cum a clear blue soap that only further cleaned the portion of the floor and wall it hit. She giggled a little, stroking herself, watching as more fur came in over her with every stroke, every spray, every drop of cum. Her face shifted into a skunk's muzzle and her tail reached up all the way to her newly repositioned ears as her transformation finished.

The new soap coming from her was thick, much more than human cum. As it pooled onto the ground, she realized that it was forming a puddle; seeing it, she instinctively kneeled down, still in the middle of release, to wipe it away, the floor where it was pooling growing extra slick and clean. Wiping it down kept her going until she couldn't cum anymore, although even as she panted and took a break from the extra polishing, she could tell her new form was extra productive, already refilling her capacity.

"Oh, thank you for this, Dani..." she muttered, making the otter giggle happily.

"Of course! Hopefully you can help me spread these sorts of changes to others who want them, too!"

As the high from successful cleaning and orgasm came down, she had a moment of lucidity, realizing something important

"Say, how will I go out like this?"

"Oh, don't worry, we've got a small glamour for when we're outside the building!"

Joanna nodded along, the new skunk looking at her old clothes.

"And these?"

Danielle smirked, having an idea. Gently, she stepped up behind her new coworker, pulling her tight against her while a paw drifted down to the skunks' crotch, gripping it firmly yet gently.

"I think I have an idea, if I may be a bit bold~"

Joanna simply nodded, one hand holding the otter's hips with the other squeezed her own breasts, enjoying the soft grip of webbed fingers along her cock. It was an unusual feeling still, but she was getting more used to the new body; even still, her excitement didn't diminish, and within a few minutes of gentle teasing she came again, directly targeting her old, casual clothes.

As the cum hit them, an unusual, magically enhanced glow visible within, it inspired not just a simple cleaning, but a full transformation in them to match hers; shirt and pants merged together into a short, black dress; everything became frilled and soft; a white apron split apart from some loose fabric; a headband appeared from nowhere. The only thing not soft and frilly where the shoes, now short, slip on heels, ones that better fit the skunks odd paws. Conspicuously absent, once the two started sorting through the pile, was a set of panties; under her skirt the new maid would simply be bare, all the better for her cum and spray to clean the world around her.

"Go on dear, try out your new clothes!" Danielle encouraged; Joanna found it surprisingly easy to adjust to fitting into the new attire, effortlessly sliding her bra onto herself. When she did, however, she felt another odd, pleasant tingling; after it subsided, she realized that she couldn't find the distinction between her bra and her chest anymore, the clothes seamlessly, painlessly merged into her, and even more sensitive than her already changed body was. She could only blush with further excitement as she slipped on the rest of her attire, dress, apron, stockings, gloves, shoes, and frilled headband, each taking several minutes as every piece added a new, sensitive area to touch.

She marveled at herself after the change was done; the only part of her not coated in silky fabric or fur was her feet, which were still sensitive through the heels. She gave a few twirls, more excited pre dripping every now and then, the spots not leaving any stains in her perfect dress. "How can I possibly repay you?" she asked the otter responsible, who simply replied "Come in here regularly to help me clean, and spread the gift."

By the end of the day, Joanna was extremely happy, skipping her way back to her apartment. Her landlord was just leaving the building, and quite surprised by her outfit; although unaware of her new true nature, he could see the maid dress. "What's with the outfit?"

"Oh, good news! I got myself a cleaning job, now!"

He nodded along incredulously, surprised that his least-clean tenant could get such a job.

"Does this mean you'll finally get that mess of yours dealt with?"

"Of course! The cobbler's children will have shoes on my watch!"

Giving him a gentle push aside to enter, she giggled. If only he knew just how much she was gonna enjoy her new cleaning, stepping into her apartment. She didn't even hesitate to spit on her kitchen countertop, the spit no less potent a cleaning fluid than her spray or cum. Already she was growing hard at the prospect of just how much cleaning work she'd have, even if she knew she'd have to keep it clean afterward.

Wiping down some dishes with her elbow, she was finally eager for her future again.