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"Why didn't you do what I asked?" A man yelled at an impmon, a digimon. He couldn't believe that the digimon just flat out refused his orders. A Tamer should have been in control of their digimon! The two of them should have been like two peas in a pod, but they were more like black and white, pushing each other away as much as possible. The Tamer had asked the digimon to clean up a few very minor things in his house, yet the digimon made the home worse!

"I'm a digimon, I'm not a house maid." Impmon replied with his paws up on a small table in front of a recliner. He rested his head on a red glove and stuck out his tongue. "I'm made to fight, not to do house chores."

"If I can't get any of these house chores done, then we can't go fighting in the digital world!" The tamer shouted with a groan. Time and time again, his impmon failed to do anything he wanted. Even when it came to fighting, impmon was average at best, yet he'd claim to be the 'best' digimon fighter in both the digital and real world. He just wished his digimon was actually good at something. He'd even settle for one of the perverted digimons, although most perverted digimons were renamons. The tamer had been curious though, and there were definitely ways to modify digimon to do such things, and any digimon could be modified for that matter.

"Psh. You're what, 25 and you still live with your mom needing to do house chores." Impmon mocked the tamer. "Tom the Tamer doesn't even understand the first thing about living on his own! Have you ever even got laid?" Impmon spread his legs and revealed his nullified crotch, his bare sex and lack of ass. "I'd offer you me, but hey, I guess you have to go out and find some real pussy."

"Says the digimon without a cock to get laid himself." Tom replied. He hated this conversation, but it always rolled around to it. He couldn't get a good enough job to get a place of his own, nor could he find a woman to 'get laid' as Impmon liked to tease him. Even though Impmon didn't have a gender of his own technically, Tom was ready to fix that with what money he had. He had looked at the one shop in question for days now, and he was only one more insult away from clicking the 'buy now' button on a product to change his life, and Impmon's, forever.

"Hey, if you bought me that special modification potion, I'd gladly get a cock and fuck others! Hell, I might be able to make a lot more money than you and I can top you in bed." Impmon stuck out his tongue with a laugh. "By the way, got any more doritos? I'm starving. Your digimon needs food! You can't get a girl, but at least take care of your mons!"

With not a moment longer hesitation, Tom pulled up his watch, pressed a button, and placed his order. By the end of the day, they'd be in bed together alright. At least, Tom hoped that would be the case. He walked into the kitchen and pressed a button on a small square device that almost looked like a single stove top unit, a device that connected the digital world and the real world together, big enough to transport small items. After pressing the button, a small red potion appeared that he grabbed with little hesitation. Rather than just tell Impmon he got a modification, he opened up a soda and poured the potion into it before he got a bag of chips and then walked out into the living room with both chips and soda in hand. "Here." He said, trying to sound as mad as possible about delivering his digimon food and a drink.

Impmon took the bag and soda. He set the food in his lap while he looked over the drink as if he were inspecting a piece of meat. "I didn't ask for a pop." He commented. He turned to Tom with a furrow in his eyes, and then back to his gloved hand holding the soda with a sudden smile on his lips. "But I won't complain! See, this is the shit I'm talking about! You have to go the extra mile and do things for your digimon and they'll do things for you!" He chugged down the drink with one hand, only pausing in his drinking to munch on the chips as if a lazy slob, making a massive mess of chips around him with no clear intention on cleaning up after himself.

"Oh, of course." Tom hid his smile as he sat down on the other recliner. He knew the potion would take a little while to change Impmon, but he was looking forward to the results.

Impmon finished his snacks and continued watching television idly. "So, how are you going to train me today, Tamer?" He asked with a chuckle. "Keep in mind, cleaning is out of the question. Digimon's don't do chores unless their name starts with maid or something like that."

Tom knew the potion wasn't going to work immediately on Impmon, but he wanted to be around him while the Impmon changed. "You know I can't train you in the real world for most things. We'd have to go to the digital world, unless you really do want to go to the gym or clean." He paused. "Or a combination of both."

"How does one go to the gym AND clean?" Impmon scoffed. He knew his tamer had tried a few times to convince him that 'bending was squatting and repeatedly moving your body up and down counts as exercise' but Impmon always dismissed it as ridiculous. Even if it were exercise, which it would be an incredibly minor workout at best, He had no intention of doing as Tom asked either way, but he wanted to hear Tom's excuse so he could come up with a witty retort. As he glanced around the room though, he swore he saw more dust than before. Tom really did have to clean up after himself more often. How often had he cleaned anyways? Did his mom do all the cleaning? He could comment about that.

"Well, there's chores outside to do." Tom glanced outdoors. "Mowing the lawn for instance is quite a bit of physical labor, or maybe..." Tom rubbed his chin. He knew the old cleaning things off probably wouldn't work yet.

"Maybe I could give you a shower or suck off your cock." Impmon laughed at his own suggestion. He wasn't sure where the suggestion came from, but he was as sarcastic as possible when he said it, even if the idea sounded... good? He wasn't a sexual digimon like so many others, why would the idea arouse him? He rubbed his head in confusion before dismissing those thoughts as nothing but crazy. Maybe he had a glitch in the system.

"I wouldn't complain if you did." Tom replied with no hesitation. He hadn't given Impmon the idea. While Impmon would mock Tom of sex, he wouldn't do the same to the digimon. "Why don't we start you off with something simple? You can pick up the barbells I bought you and put those away." He pointed to the floor between them and the television. Tom got him small weights, real weights as Impmon requested. Something about wanting real things to lift, as he could lift anything digital, so the Impmon claimed. "That's weight lifting exercise of some sort, isn't it?" The tamer chuckled with a small smirk. Get the Impmon to do a few basic things, see how well he was progressing along over time too.

Impmon glanced over at the barbells. He had forgotten Tom even bought them for him! He used them once and never again, just leaving them on the ground for days, even a few weeks by now. "I can do that, no problem." Impmon scoffed and got up. He walked over to the barbells and bent down. He bent without shifting his knees, showing off his rear high in the air for Tom to see. Although the Impmon's bottom was null, there were signs he had a rear behind him, even if there was nothing else to show for it. He grabbed the weights, pulled up, and then paused. "Where am I supposed to even put these?"

"You can store them in your digital locker." Tom suggested. "With all the rest of the cleaning supplies you have in there." He smirked at the sight of the Impmon's bare crotch. Sure, Impmon had nothing to show for it besides the makings of two small ass cheeks beginning to form, but that was it. "And then maybe we can get you to work doing some training."

Impmon pulled his weights up and walked away from the tamer without a snappy comeback. He wasn't sure what he could tell Tom, as if he was at a sudden loss for words. With a light blush on his face that he hid as best as he was able, he went into Tom's room and opened up what was a literal locker where digital supplies were stored and retrieved. The locker was much bigger on the inside than it was the outside as it merged with the digital and real world. 'Cleaning supplies? I don't have cleaning supplies in there.' He thought, but only after he got to that green locker.

The locker doors were on the small side, just barely big enough to slip into if Impmon went in at an angle. As he stored the barbells, he noticed a strange long brown object with a bristled handle. He picked up the object and pulled the digital item out into the real world. "Huh?" It took him a moment to realize that this was a broom, something he never knew he had in the digital world. 'Why would I use a stupid broom?' He tossed it back into the locker and then pulled out a large vacuum. "This works much better cleaning carpeted floors!"

With a smile now on Impmon's face, he walked back out to the living room with the vacuum in hand. He set it down on the carpet, but before he plugged it in, he turned from the vacuum and then to his tamer. A light redness appeared on Impmon's face before he looked back at the vacuum. 'Wait, why am I even taking this out? What the heck am I going to do with it? How do I even use it?' Several questions ran through his mind to the point he had to take a breath to try to calm down. One other question stuck though. 'Why do I feel so aroused looking at him?'

"Is something wrong, Impmon?" Tom couldn't help but smile. He could tell the potion was having its effects on Impmon already. Sure the Impmon hadn't changed too much, but even this minor alteration was enough to please him. "You look very distracted. Do you need something to help calm yourself down? You don't have to vacuum." He spread his legs. "You can have a seat right here instead if you'd prefer."

'Oh god. Why?' Impmon's heart skipped a beat. He had his own chair! Heck, he still had his mess on his own chair! He had to clean up his mess! No, he had to sit with Tom! No wait, he had to vacuum! No! He had to sit in that chair and... and... think about the tamer's throbbing... what was happening to him? Impmon turned away from the tamer and crossed his arms in a huff. "I... I think I just got a virus or something. My body isn't acting right. You need to run a scan on me."

"You know I can't run a scan on you in the living room. We have to go into my room, you stand on the pad, and then I can scan you there. Or we can go to the digital world..." The tamer thought about trying something with Impmon in the digital world. He didn't think the digimon could evolve in the real world, they had to be in the digital world and under just the right emotions. "But before we go, isn't this carpet so dirty? You really should vacuum it. We can go right after that."

Impmon was about to argue with Tom, but before he could even part his lips, he noticed a hint of black on the brown carpet. What was that black spot? Unable to help himself, he bent down and pulled it up to reveal cat hair! That's right, Tom did have a cat, but Impmon and the cat never got along so the cat was never around when Impmon was. There was cat hair in quite a few places on the carpet too! "F-fine!" Impmon huffed. "Get the transport ready, I'll... I'll pick up all this dirt that you couldn't do yourself!" He wasn't sure if he should yell at Tom for making him clean it up. Then again, why was he cleaning it in the first place? It was... it was what he was supposed to do? Wasn't it?

With a smirk on his face, the tamer went into his room and heard the sounds of Impmon vacuuming.

Impmon scowled as he ran the vacuum cleaner over the carpet, but he vacuumed like a pro. As he did, he kept thinking of his tamer. How could his tamer make him do things like this? He was a digimon! God, how he'd like to pin that tamer down, kiss him square on the lips, and fuck that big massive cock. That would show his tamer for sure!

It took Impmon a minute to realize what he had just thought about before realizing how wrong it sounded. Was that really what digimon did? What else could digimon do? Moreover, how could he even fuck his tamer? He didn't have a cunt or ass to speak of! He'd clean half the room before turning off the vacuum and running a finger along his crotch. He shuddered at a very strange, yet pleasurable sensation at the front of his crotch. He looked down and noticed a hint of redness, but no hole yet. 'What IS that?' He pondered, and then blushed at the thought of asking his trainer what that thing could possibly be.

Once Impmon finished cleaning up the floor, he grumbled while making his way into the room where the transport awaited. The transport into the digimon world felt like overkill, as if there were other better ways to do it, but Impmon didn't question his tamer. He'd walk into the room, but he hesitated before getting on the pad where the tamer stood. 'Why... why do I not want to stand next to him? I-it's because I'm angry. Yeah, that's it. He made me clean and made me so angry. I'll suck his cock for this! Wait, don't tamers like that? Ugh.'

"Is something wrong?" The tamer asked Impmon with a sly smile on his face. "You seem to be... hesitating? Don't you want to go into the digital world?"

"Yeah." Impmon growled. He tried his best to display anger. He flashed his fangs and clenched his fists while he walked onto the pad with the tamer. While he showed anger, his face flushed from embarrassment. Why was the tamer making him feel so good to be near? He immediately turned down to the floor to look at his own feet, and from his skin, he saw a small white line along his body. He ran a finger along it curiously and noticed it had a small bump to the line, but it didn't hurt. It actually was... good to feel, though when he knew the eyes of the tamer were on him, he didn't look or feel the strange white lines long. "Just get it started already and let's get digital."

With the press of a button and a white flash, the tamer and Impmon vanished. The two reappeared in a white void which quickly turned black with green lines horizontal and vertical, arranging into a pattern of small squares. Tom stepped onto the squares and stretched. "I really do need to remember to save my digital house. Well, I'm sure you don't mind this, do you?"

Impmon stepped onto the ground with a redness on his face. He would have made a snappy comment about Tom's lack of house decor in the digital world had he not felt so distracted. His eyes zoomed to either Tom's crotch or his ass, depending on what angle he was looking at Tom. Moreover, he was starting to question his gender. As a digimon, he was technically a null gender, but why refer to himself as 'he' in that case? He felt more feminine, so why should he go by the male pronoun? "Uh... yeah... that's fine." He mumbled.

"You sound distracted." Tom put his hand on Impmon's shoulder. He rubbed his thumb along the shoulder and noticed the feel of Impmon was much more delicate and soft, as if his skin was a fabric. A quick glance down and he noticed there were not only frills along his waist, but parts of his skin were turning darker, parts that looked as if they would fit a french maid outfit perfectly, but have not yet quite grown in. "What's wrong?"

"I just, I don't feel like myself." Impmon couldn't erase the blush from his face if he tried. He hated how embarrassed he felt around the tamer, and how strangely horny his body was. He never felt so needy for the tamer's cock before. Sure, he'd mock it on a few occasions, but he never actually desired it until now, and these feelings only amplified more and more with every passing second. Was it because he was around Tom too much? He needed space of some sort! "I just feel..."

"Feminine?" Tom asked with a smile down at the extremely shy Impmon. "That's fine by me. If you feel like a she, then we can refer to you as that. I don't know if you notice, but you're sounding much more feminine than usual."

Impmon hadn't even realized his voice had gotten a bit higher when he spoke, or maybe she now. Tom was right, she felt feminine, so she should refer to herself as a she. It wasn't as if she had an actual gender anyways, well... there was something sensitive between her legs that she wasn't sure what it was, just that it was something down there. She wanted to feel it, but not under the watchful eyes of her tamer. She turned away from him and saw her own shoulder to see what appeared to be a shoulder strap. Curiously, she ran a claw along the lines and noticed a bump, but little else. "Tom, did you do something to me? Am I digivolving into something else?" Tom hadn't told her to do so, but what form had the appearance of clothing?

"You might be changing in a way. There are times when digimon's base forms change, after all." Not that Tom knew of any, but he was glad to see Impmon begin to take on a more feminine form, although not quite attractive and she had a way to go, she was looking much better. The thought of Impmon's final form was enough to give him an erection between his legs. "Shall we redecorate this place? I was thinking of making it into a bedroom. A bed is a little ordinary, but unless you can think of something else you might prefer?"

Impmon went looking from her shoulder to Tom's crotch and immediately caught the bulge in her eyes. She envisioned sucking that cock, cleaning off his body, doing everything he desired and she felt so... aroused and wet? She reached down to the frills of her outfit which had now pushed out slightly and was about to reach under before she remembered that Tom was watching her. "I ahm..." She cleared her throat, her voice going just a bit higher. "A bed is... is good. Did you want me to make it for you?" Wait, why would she even offer? Tom was the tamer! Tom should be the one making everything!

"Oh? You've never wanted to make me anything before! By all means if you want to make me a large bed big enough for the two of us, go right ahead. Make it nice and comfortable. We can expand from there. Maybe we can make it better than a regular bedroom. Maybe a small pool or hot tub right next to it? Tiled floors?" Tom chuckled. He noticed how much Impmon was enjoying these ideas.

Impmon put his arms in front of her crotch. She twisted and turned upon hearing each and every idea Tom stated. She imagined everything he said, and every time he mentioned something, she saw herself 'cleaning' him off. Fuck, Tom really must have done something to her, but what? Her body was different, but it didn't feel as if it were different in a bad way. The frills extended outwards and she saw the appearance of... breasts? Did digimon even have tits? Whatever they were, they were underneath the 'outfit' that was permanently put on her, making it impossible to show off her boobs. She gave the growing flesh a poke, an A cup if she had to guess, but likely still growing. "I... Tom, you did something to me. I know you did." She spoke, but she found herself unable to be angry about it.

"Did I? What did I do? I gave you a drink to my knowledge, and you enjoyed it. I'm not making you do anything you don't want to do. You're free to be your normal self if you so desire." Tom waved his hands and a large bed with white sheets appeared in front of them. With a motion downwards, the bed snapped into place. He got onto the bed and chuckled. "I guess we didn't have to go into the digiverse to make a bed."

'You gave me a drink and I've been changing since then! I never thought of myself as a woman before, and I never felt this good and horny before. Fuck I just need a cock!' Impmon thought in a panic. She tried to remember some other time it was her that ever had sexual desires, but she could never recall any. Whatever this tamer was doing, it was impacting her greatly, and she was feeling so... sexy and fantastic. She couldn't bring herself up to bitch about something happening to her that she liked. "I... you're turning me into something. You're evolving me somehow."

"Well, you do look like you're developing a french maid outfit." Tom commented as he looked over the Impmon.

Impmon still retained her purple jester-like ears with a white face and green eyes as well as her claws. She had gloves, but they looked pinker at the moment. She even had her sleek tail. A lot about her looked like a regular Impmon, just with a small french maid uniform and the appearance of curves to her rear and bust, as well as a red thing between her legs which hadn't opened, but undoubtedly felt needy.

"It's not a bad look really. You look cute in it." The tamer smirked.

"G-gah!" Impmon turned away bashing immensely. Forget decorating the house into whatever Tom wanted! Whatever Tom did, she had to undo it! She just... how could she do it? Maybe there was a way to fix it. "Digivolve me into something else! You have potions or the whole watch to do that, don't you?" She couldn't bare to look in his direction and, what few times she accidentally did, her eyes went right to his crotch. God, why did he have to have such a cock? She wanted to suck it, ride it, and find a creative way to give it a titjob. Her tits were covered by a maid outfit that would never come off, but that didn't make them any less sensitive. She moved her hands to the sides of her growing breast and gave them a soft squeeze. Every second the maid outfit on her body looked more like clothing, and even felt like a fabric, but her body felt every sensation of her claw on her.

"Look, there is a way to undo the transformation, but give it a chance. I can tell you like it." The tamer put his hands on her shoulders. "I see the blush in your face and that look in your eyes that says how much you love it. I mean, I've never seen you do that look, but that kind of look is universal! Your eyes flutter, barely able to look near me, and even then only partly open. The heat on your body. The thumping of your che- well okay I don't know if digimon have hearts, but you get where I'm going."

Impmon couldn't deny that it did feel really good to have the tamer touch her, and even better feelings running through her, but these feelings were ones she never had. How could one express them? Well, she already knew that answer with all the taunting she did to Tom about never getting laid. God, she'd fix that problem in a heartbeat, but she wasn't going to up and do it herself, no! She had more dignity than that! She turned to Tom and took a deep breath before raising her head to look at his eyes. "How long do I have to 'give it a chance' for?"

"Just a day or so." Tom replied as his hands released Impmon. "Now, let's get back to redesigning this room, shall we? We have a bed. What else would we want for a digital bedroom? We can get extremely creative when it comes to this! Think of anything you want and you can have it in this digiverse, as you should know. You ARE a digimon after all."

'I feel more like a maid. Is that why I want to clean everything? Ugh, I want to clean him off. Hm. You know, why can't we get a hot tub for that?' Impmon slowly nodded. "A hot tub right there." She pointed to a blank spot a few feet away from the bed. Logic need not apply, this was digital. "Big enough for both of us to get into so I can work on cleaning more than just the house." She paused. 'Where did that come from? It feels so natural... maybe I was always like that.' He wasn't sure at this point, his mind only focused on the tamer. He was a digimon, a digimon maid whose job was to serve, and enjoy it, and she was very much beginning to enjoy it.

"If you don't want to put it there, then I shall." With another motion, a large hot tub appeared not far from the bed. The two together looked so out of place, but as if it mattered. "I take it you want me in there so you can clean me up?" He chuckled. "There's a lot of messes to clean up in the real world, but there's nothing in the digital world that ever needs cleaning except tamers. You could, for example, soak my feet if you wanted to clean them up."

'Your feet?' Impmon glanced down at the tamer's shoes. The tamer was still fully clothed despite there being a big hot tub, and something about that felt so wrong to Impmon. Alternatively, she only thought it was wrong because she wanted to see him naked. She was always naked around him after all! Even if it didn't look like it. Her frills stuck out a few inches all along her waist while her breast looked as if it were a B cup by now. The feelings rushing through her body were indescribable. "I'm not a foot digimon." She managed to say with a soft gulp. Tom really was dirty in so many ways. She'd have to find a way to cleanse his mind. A male often found it hard to think after an orgasm, maybe she could do that... no, everything she thought of went to sex!

"That's okay." Tom took off his socks and shoes. "Well, do you want to imagine the floors and walls, or should I get straight into the hot tub? We've been procrastinating what I can tell you want to do for so long. You can jump in the hot tub like that too! You ARE the outfit after all." The tamer winked, giving the white frills of the maid outfit a gentle feel.

'Ahn' Impmon shuddered as Tom touched the frills of her body. The frills had pulled out enough that she could lift them up if she so desired, as if they really were clothing of some sort. The rest of the 'skirt' was black, which she absolutely did not mind as a color, though she had a white front with black sides, a black back, and another set of frills over the boobs, now pressing out into a C cup. A digimon with tits was something Impmon had never pictured and it distracted her enough to press her now white gloved hands on it momentarily before ushering out a soft moan. "W-we..." What should they do? Impmon was at a loss! Moreover, she sensed something growing on her head? Had she been able to see it, she would have seen a small black top with white surrounding it growing on her head as if to serve as a small maid hat. Her body transforming was not helping her focus. She only thought of one thing to say, but despite her body changing into such a perverse thing, despite her mind thinking almost solely of wanting his cock in her holes, holes that she didn't even know she had yet, she knew she never said the one thing that she was thinking of. No, she would have died before saying that as an answer before, and now it was the only thing on her brain! Her teeth gritted together. She put her hands on her head, as if to try to clear her mind. She closed her eyes and turned away from the tamer. Thinking of anything else was getting downright impossible! She swore this feeling was some sort of bad virus inside of her, and she didn't know if she wanted it removed!

"I'll do whatever you want us to do." Tom spoke with a grin. He walked over to the hot tub, stepping on top of the black panels with green lines and pausing just short of going into the water. "I'll agree to make this place whatever you want it to be. You're the digimon and this is the digital world, so make it whatever you want to be."

Impmon felt a growing shout in her body. She wanted to scream at him crying in tears, but what was there to say? The one thing that pounded the front of her mind continued to do so, the one reply she could only think of with no other response, no other form of sass. Her breast bounced as she coiled back, sending even more pleasure throughout her body. She could tell him to fuck off, she could fuck him, even if she had no cunt, she had a mouth, but she could also do that one other third thing. She opened her eyes, took a deep breath, and parted her lips, answering the tamer in one sentence, the only thing she was able to really think of replying to him.

"I'll do whatever you desire, master." She spoke in a sultry soft voice.

"I'm glad to hear it. I can tell what you want though and I don't want to delay you from it any longer." Tom took off his pants and then his shirt, leaving only his underwear. "Let me see between your legs. You are supposed to develop something down there and I wish to know if it's formed yet."

Humiliatingly, Impmon did as she was told, but with no hesitation. She wasn't sure why she was doing this, but the master, no, the tamer, asked for it. She showed off the sensitive thing between her legs. "Like this?" What was it? Maybe a mirror would help, she could ask for one of those, but then again this was master's place, not hers.

With a smile, Tom saw a pair of nether lips between Impmon's legs, though these nether lips were sealed by a small layer of skin. She had a vagina, though not quite yet fully formed. "A pity." He wanted to take it for a test run, but perhaps later. He wanted to tease it, but that might be pushing Impmon too far, he figured. "Okay, let's try something else since you can't use that yet. Do you mind if I do... this?" The tamer pulled down his underwear and showed Impmon his naked body. He stepped partway into the hot tub with a huge smile on his face. Normally his nudity in front of his digimon would be embarrassing, but he knew what Impmon wanted. Well, Impmon looked a lot less like Impmon and more like MaidImpmon. "What do you think, MaidImpmon?"

MaidImpmon? Was that what she was digivolving into? The name made sense, yet she didn't want to admit it. She turned to Tom, and then swiftly turned away seeing that he was nude. It took her a long time before she looked back to see his nude body, and her eyes went down to his cock. God, Tom was so dirty. She had to clean him off, starting with that cock. If she was a maid, her job was to clean, and that meant cleaning his room, cleaning his house, and cleaning him in whatever way he desired. She'd walk over to the hottub and step down inside it, getting her fabric soaking wet. She didn't mind if her 'clothing' got wet as it was part of her after all. It wasn't like she could remove it. "I... it's... very nice." She said quietly. "Unless you don't want it to be nice!"

"Oh, I do want it to be nice. This place still feels so plain, but if you want me to be the one to edit everything..." The ground transformed into wooden paneling, the same as the walls. The ceiling on the other hand changed into a large glass panel with the sun illuminating down on them. "Still a little plain. I kind of wanted to put pornography on everything, but that's tacky. Now about you..." The tamer smiled. "You've been looking at my crotch every time you glance in my general direction, don't think I haven't been seeing that. You want this so badly, don't you?" He pointed to his shaft. "Go ahead and stroke it."

MaidImpmon, as the master called her, kept her attention on his cock. She wanted to stroke it, to suck it, to fondle it, but she couldn't. It wasn't that she was incapable of doing it, but she had standards! No, she wasn't some pervert. Sure she had tits now at a C cup that bounced with every step and felt so amazing to touch even through the 'skirt' that was part of her body. Sure she always had to bend down and flash her ass and cunt to master when she had to pick up something, and she even referred to Tom as master rather than that former word. What did Digimon call their partners? Master was what she thought of, so master it was going to be. "But master, that's... it's not right for me to do that." She stammered, trying to think of some reason, any reason why she should leave it alone. She was a maid! She was made to clean, not sex! Even if intimacy was what she truly desired with every passing moment.

"Ah, I'm sorry. I forgot what kind of Digimon you are. You're not a whore like those Renamon are. Allow me to rephrase it. You're not using my cock for sexual intercourse, you're cleaning my cock, and it first requires a gentle stroke before you can lick and suck it clean. That is one method to clean a cock." Tom smiled at MaidImpmon, stretching out his legs for her. "There is also another alternative way to clean a cock, but you don't have the tools necessary to perform that yet."

'That's what I'm doing?' MaidImpmon thought as she heard master tell her how it worked. Yes, she wasn't doing anything sexual to Tom. She'd never perform anything sexual for Tom! She was just... trying to make master happy and do her job as a maid, a maid that master made her into, but being one felt too good to want to ask to be turned back. She'd walk in the hot top up to his crotch and stared at his cock momentarily. She reached out and gave it a stroke. Nevermind the hot water over her body which was technically naked as her french maid uniform was part of her skin, all she focused on was the shaft. She felt the throbbing of his heart in her claws while they stroked his dick. She smelled the faint scent of musk. She admired the tan colored shaft, pulsing so softly in her grip. She leaned down and gave the tip a taste. It tasted so... good. She wasn't meant to focus on the taste though, it was her job to clean it! "I... I shall do my best to clean every inch of this, master." MaidImpmon nodded before taking the tip of his shaft into her waiting mouth, her lips just going beyond the head while her tongue explored every inch of his meatstick.

Tom leaned back and moaned softly. "Mmm that's it." Finally, Impmon, or MaidImpmon, was doing just what he wanted. Her body had mostly changed, resembling that of a feminine Impmon with a french maid outfit and a soon to be vagina between her legs, which he would gladly convince her to break in once it formed. "Once you become fully female, we'll make this part of your routine, cleaning my shaft two to three times a day orally, or vaginally. It's important to keep it clean and hygienic!" He stroked her head and flicked the maid top.

'Yes, that's what I'm doing. I'm cleaning. I clean what the master wants and nothing more.' MaidImpmon told herself as she moved her lips further down the master's cock. The more she moved down his shaft, the better the taste and the harder she felt him throbbing. She knew what happened when a cock throbbed too hard and was too pleasured, but she wasn't pleasuring the cock. She was... cleaning it. Her hands reached out and stroked his balls. She told herself she was examining them for any oddities, nothing more. It was cleaning and checking on the master's health, that's all she was doing. She moved her lips up and down his shaft, feeling every pumping blood vessel and every inch of him. Despite telling herself that this was just a cleaning routine, she couldn't help but feel so horny. The thing between her legs parted, and she let out a soft gasp as the vagina formed between her legs, ready for use, and dripping with arousal, sending her into new pleasured heights she thought not possible.

Tom stroked MaidImpmon with a smile. With his other hand he squeezed her grown tits, halfway between a C cup and a D cup, not the biggest, but very wonderful to squeeze and fondle, and he knew it felt good for her too. "That's right... mph. Clean it up... ahn." It wasn't long before he orgasmed, the thought of playing with MaidImpmon pushed him over the edge. His seed shot into MaidImpmon's waiting maw. "Take... take it all now. Can't get the hot tub messy."

'R-right.' MaidImpmon slowly bobbed her head. The salty taste of master's cum was so good that she didn't want to spill a drop anyways. She gulped every last drop of seed that came from his cock. She gave his balls a gentle squeeze and pressed her lips tightly up against his shaft. She then squeezed the base of his cock and moved upwards to her lips, as if squeezing toothpaste from a tube, so she would squeeze his cum from his shaft to make sure every drop was gotten so as to not make a mess. She popped her head off his head and licked her lips. "D-done master. Does your cock look clean yet?" She felt so close to... something that was between her legs, but she couldn't describe what the feeling was. As if she needed something inside of her new pussy lips, something like master's shaft.

"It does look much better, but I can think of another way you can clean it much better." Tom hopped into the hot tub and hugged MaidImpmon. He put his hands along her waist and lifted her up, pressing his cock up against her cunt. "You've been given this to clean up my cock, and you'll be using it to clean it up very thoroughly!"

MaidImpmon shuddered with joy and pleasure. Cleaning was what she now did best. What former thoughts the MaidImpmon had were gone, now she was the servant of the master, and she was loving every moment of it. Her tits bounced as the master held her up, and she squealed with joy. "Y-yes master! I'll clean it and I'll clean it as much as you need it!" With a soft moan, she pushed the shaft inside of her new nether lips, intent on helping him clean up everything he needed, now and forever in the digital world, or the real.