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Taylor Rehbinder 2nd was at her vanity making sure her makeup and hair were perfect. Coming from a noble family, she had been trained from a young age to present herself perfectly every day, even if she was all alone. Her lips were painted a bright red, making her lip ring pop. eyebrows were shaped and her lashes were done. With a little eyeliner her brilliant blue eyes almost seemed to glow. Taylor’s dark gray, almost black hair was done up into a pair of moon puffs. Once she was happy with everything she reached for a frilly headband that she slipped into place just in front of the moon puffs and smiled.

Alright, she thought with a smile, Time to get to work.

Life could be hard for mutants sometimes. Not in a ‘being accepted in society way,’ after the last few generations mutants were a common sight and for the most part embraced as part of the community. But there were challenges their unique bodies could have. From clothing to basic ergonomics; even in a fully accepting environment, life could still give mutants issues.

Taylor ducked under the doorway of her room and into the hall. Although the ceilings in the spacious penthouse were high enough for her, none of the doorways were. Debbie, the cook, had told her yesterday after dinner that the kitchen was going to need a good cleaning, so that was where Taylor would start for the day. She made her way to the closet where the cleaning supplies were kept.

Taylor had more challenges than most mutants. She was born in Germany, but the day after her mutation manifested her mother and father told her they needed to send her away for her own safety. Her body was more than just a couple of extra limbs and reproductive organs. Taylor had an upper body of a woman seemingly mounted to a complete lower body, like a mythical centaur. Unlike a centaur, however, her lower body was also more or less human. Taylor was the upper body of a woman stacked on top of a larger woman, something that made her stand out, quite literally given her impressive height of three point five meters.

She had noticed just how dusty the hood over the stove had gotten and figured she would start with that. Taylor picked up four dusters, slipping each one into an empty hand.

Start at the top and work your way down is what mom always said. She thought as she began to dust.

Taylor’s upper and lower torsos each had four arms for eight in total, but only one pair of legs, although they were quite strong limbs. If it just stopped there, Taylor would have been able to hold down a normal job with some custom designed clothing. However the rest of her anatomy made things far more interesting.

While four of Taylor’s arms were working together to dust off the hood, her other four arms kept her other assets from pressing up against the cold metal of the hood. As her upper body leaned forward, Taylor lifted a leg up behind her to maintain her balance.

Both her upper and lower chests had developed female breasts. Having more than just two breasts in general stopped turning heads years ago. However, for most mutants their breasts were stacked together on a single chest. To top it off, her lower pair was beyond generous, in fact they were each larger than her own head with large pronounced areolas and nipples.

With the stove hood fully dusted, Taylor made her way around the kitchen, dusting along the ceiling and the tops of the cabinetry. She hummed softly to herself. Reaching the high places took no real effort from Taylor. It was one of the instances where her height was an asset instead of a detriment. The only real drawback was making sure the more sensitive parts of her body weren’t bumping into anything as she worked.

Like many mutants, Taylor was a hermaphrodite. But even this expressed itself oddly on her body. Between her legs she had a vagina and apart from very pronounced labia it was overall one of the more normal features of her body. Her penis grew out from where her upper and lower body met. The rather impressive organ hung down between her lower pair of breasts. Even more impressive were Taylor‘s testicles, they swayed beneath her lower breasts. They were just as, if not more, impressive orbs than what they hung beneath. With testicles that would be oversized for a horse, Taylor was capable of quite impressive semen production when fully stimulated.

With the highest parts of the kitchen now dusted, she passed down the dusters to her lower arms. There were a few shelves and countertop appliances that needed to be dusted before Taylor would move onto cleaning the counters and other surfaces. She cracked the fingers of her upper hands as the lower ones continued her task.

All of Taylor’s mutations added up to a large, multi-limbed body that was beyond just difficult to clothe. Even just getting around normal buildings was difficult for Taylor. Her life would be miserable if it wasn’t for one saving grace, the Adams family. They were friends of her parents living in the Americas in Port Solei. They took her into their lovely penthouse home (with thankfully high ceilings) where Taylor worked as their maid in exchange for her room and board.

The family had been out for the past few days visiting a different city. It had just been the other mutants who worked as maids keeping Taylor company. Although she liked them all well enough, she missed having her employers around. Even if her unique physique occasionally caused a few problems around the house, the Adams never got mad and just let her clean things up.

I think Debbie said the family would be coming back this evening. After the kitchen I’ll make sure the living room and bedrooms are ready.

The other maids were out and about today. Shopping, running errands, or just enjoying the city. Given her size and shape Taylor tended to stay in the penthouse unless there was a real need for her to leave. She chose to live this way, it was just easier on her. Besides, most of the time she wasn’t completely alone.

Taylor finished with dusting and moved onto more intense cleaning in the kitchen. She exchanged her dusters for spray bottles and wipes to clean off the counters. She held the bottles as far from her body as possible. Taylor tried to avoid any back spray on the exposed parts of her body.

Her maid uniform, although completely indecent by most standards, actually worked for her. Taylor’s upper body was dressed in a fairly standard, if sexy, maid outfit that accommodated her extra arms. It didn’t take much for her breasts to pop out either. Her cock hung out below the hem of her dress and nestled between her lower cleavage. Taylor’s lower torso was wrapped in a white corset-like top, which was cut to allow both her breasts and testicles completely bare. Taylor felt more comfortable with her balls and cock swinging free and not compressed.

The Adams didn’t mind Taylor being practically naked while she cleaned their home. They understood how much more comfortable she was and didn’t seem to stare or say anything creepy as she dusted and vacuumed. They did ask her to cover up when they had guests over. Taylor knew the compromise was more than fair and would adjust her uniform when there was company without complaint.

With the counters sprayed down she wiped them clean quickly and efficiently. Taylor was able to fully utilize her eighth arms perfectly, even doing separate tasks at the same time. It was just practice and muscle memory really.

All eight of her hands and arms were sheathed in white satin gloves past her elbows. Although putting on and removing eight gloves took some time, Taylor rather liked the way they made her arms look. White fishnet stockings covered her strong legs, stopping just below her large, but shapely, round ass. A pair of platform pumps finished off her outfit and added a few more centimeters to her already astounding height.

With the kitchen cleaned Taylor moved onto the living room. With the open floor plan of the large home it was just a matter of stepping a few stairs down into the sunken area. Humming softly to herself, she started to dust the ceiling light. She had no issue reaching the fixture, but as she dusted off the light her cock started to rub just right between her huge lower tits. At first she just tried to ignore it, to focus on her work but she soon felt the familiar trickle of precum dripping from the tip of her cock.

“Oh crap!” Taylor whispered as the large drop splashed down on the carpet. “Not now, I was doing so good...” She let out a long heavy sigh.

There was only so much she could do to avoid stimulating herself just by moving around. Something sensitive would brush against something else and one thing would lead to another. She did her best to work off some steam before starting her day, but it never seemed to be enough to stop something from happening during her shift.

Taylor moved quickly to clean up the dribble of precum from the floor before it could stain. She was on her knees and several hands as she hurried to clean things up. Gravity did its thing, however, and her cock hung straight down. Taylor was trying to ignore it, it had already caused her enough trouble. Still, her eyes kept glancing at the shaft as she cleaned. Even if she was able to avoid looking at it, she could feel it starting to grow stiffer. She let out another gasp as she felt a new drop of precum squeeze out of her shaft.

“Damn it!” She swore under her breath. “Can’t you wait until lunch at least?”

Taylor’s cock twitched in response to her beratement. Worse though, she could feel her other sex starting to chime in. Getting one part excited ultimately would wake up the other. It had been that way ever since her mutation took hold. She could feel her slit growing damp as she shifted to clean up the additional mess.

I just want to clean the living room…why does it have to be so hard? Ok, bad choice of words. Even though I got off this morning. Hell, I came three times in the shower. Even with balls like these, Taylor gently caressed her testicles with gloved hands, That should make at least a dent.

Taylor bit her lower lip, she could feel her pussy starting to drip, both down her thigh and directly onto the carpet. At this point she was going to need to get the rug shampooer out to clean up the mess. She let out a loud long sigh.

I’m not going to get any work done if I keep leaving a trail of juices everywhere I go. Taylor lifted up her head and looked around. She was still all alone in the penthouse, the other maids would be out for several hours yet. Maybe I just need a quick little personal break.

Slowly, Taylor got up off the floor. She winced a little at the mess, but she was already planning to clean the entire carpet. She flopped down onto a soft leather couch, it felt nice against her bare rear. She stretched out her legs, pushing the class coffee table away from her. Given her size, the back of the couch did little more than offer some lumbar support.

Taking advantage of the sunken floor of the living room, she leaned back onto the cool stone floor of the kitchen. Her upper back stretched out while her cock stood at attention like a flagpole. The oversized nipples of her lower breasts were similarly hard and pointing skyward.

Looking up, Taylor saw a fresh bead of precum forming at the tip of her cock. In her mind she imagined a partner licking it off her cock and she shivered. She contemplated removing at least some of her long gloves, but in the end she didn’t have the patience to do so. With one hand Taylor pulled down the top of her uniform, letting her still generous upper breasts spill out to join the party. A hand started to gently run along the side of her shaft, and was quickly joined by another.

The smooth texture of the gloves felt amazing against the sensitive skin. Taylor’s lower arms began to tease her lower nipples while also rubbing her balls gently. She could feel her balls churning already. Taylor fantasized about a lover running their hands over the sensitive orbs and covering them with kisses. She closed her eyes and smiled, enjoying the day dream as her eight hands played with her body.

Her hands slipped down from her balls and down her abdomen to her soaking wet pussy. The material of her gloves let her fingers slip in easily, with just enough friction to make it interesting. Meanwhile, up top Taylor was slowly stroking her massive cock with two hands. Taylor didn’t know what to do with the rest of her hands. She alternated between playing with her breasts and gripping tightly to anything they could hold onto.

Taylor’s body felt on fire, even with the cold stone floor against her back. If she hadn’t been alone in the penthouse, someone would have heard her moans for sure. Surprisingly, she hit her female climax first, gushing out over her gloved hand onto the couch. As the waves of pleasure shot up her double-stacked body, it pushed her cock well over the edge. Taylor shot a large rope of cum up into the air. It barely missed the ceiling, but it certainly hit her as it splashed back down. The next few spurts didn’t have nearly the range and landed directly onto her uniform.

Taylor’s eyes nearly rolled back in her head. She always came hard, but this one unexpectedly hit harder than she was expecting. As she laid down catching her breath and staring at the ceiling she tried to gather her thoughts.

I think I need a boyfriend, or a girlfriend…just somebody to fuck…

It felt like she was laying down forever, but in reality it was just a few minutes. Slowly Taylor started to sit up and take in the damage. Most of the mess was on her body, at least. Taylor sighed and slowly sat up.

I better start by cleaning myself up first. God, how can I be so pent up after just a couple of hours?

A quick shower and forty-five minutes later, Taylor was finishing shampooing the rug. She had also opened a few windows in the penthouse to air out the musky smell of her cum. To help prevent any more accidents before she could finish cleaning the living room she had slipped a super sized condom over her shaft. She hated wearing the damn thing, but it had already captured a few drips.

Taylor set up a small fan on the floor to help finish drying the carpet before putting away the rug shampooer. Because of the need to clean herself up before dealing with the mess, she had worked straight through lunch. Taylor helped herself to an apple as a snack as she admired her work.

I hope I still have enough time to finish the bedrooms. She looked down at her cock. I hate you sometimes, you can’t let me just get through the day without causing a mess. Any other place would have fired me years ago just because of you. Taylor sighed before taking another bite of the apple. I should have just gone to my room. One thing for sure, I can’t take another personal break anywhere that I can’t just mop clean. At least nobody will know about this.

Taylor finished her apple and picked up several dusters. At the same time she adjusted the top of her uniform, making sure her breasts were fully tucked in.

“Alright, time to get back to work.”

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Art by Gyp2y K1ng

Writing by Syntaxerror37

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