David's eyes snapped open as he felt Andy's breasts press against him. The sensation of the soft flesh against his chest made it impossible to think straight, his crotch stiffening at the sensation despite his best efforts.
The response did not go unnoticed by Andy. The maid beamed wide, his face now accentuated by carefully applied makeup like Yvette's. There were slight differences in the style- Andy's lips were a darker red than Yvette's, his eyeliner came off the sides in cat eye accents- but the effect still only deepened the sense of the fantasy. "Oh, magnifique!" the made said, a hand trailing down to cup David's crotch. "I am so 'appy zat monsieur 'as begun enjoying 'imself!"
"Andy..." David tried weakly.
"Yvonne, monsieur," the maid cooed gently. His fingers were teasing the tip of David's cock over his pants, the nails gaining long french tips.
"Yvonne," David relented, unable to help himself. The way the maid was grinding his tits against his body felt too good to bother with such details.. No! He had to focus. Had to stop this before it went any further. "Yvonne, please stop."
Yvonne relented hesitantly, pulling away. His perfectly made up face was twisted in a pout. "Ees something wrong, monsieur?" he asked, looking earnestly crestfallen.
David tried and failed not to look over the maid's shifting body. Yvonne's breasts were even larger than Yvette's, though they were not quite as perky. A frilly cap, identical to the one on Yvette's head, had appeared on the new maid's as well. This is bad, David realized. She-he, Andy's a him, I need to remember that!-is as far along as Yvette- I mean dad! He needed a way to get Yvonne away from him, before his drifting mind changed his former brother further. Something that would not arouse the maid's suspicion.
"Could you run a bath for me?" David asked, throwing out the first chore that came to his mind.
Yvonne's pout immediately turned into a grin, and there was even a slight blush beneath his makeup. "Oh, oui monsieur!" he gasped, delighted. David immediately regretted the particular chore- no doubt Yvonne must be expecting to strip him naked, but at least the distraction had its intended effect. Yvonne turned and scurried off, wiggling happily as she went.
Just as David thought he was in the clear, the slight sound of stretching fabric drew his attention to the retreating shape of Yvonne. The change was immediately apparent: Yvonne's jeans were now stretched considerably by a large, shapely derriére, which swayed seductively with each of the maid's sauntering steps. David's erection sprang back to full attention immediately, and lingered even after the maid had wheeled the corner towards the stairs.
At last, David was alone, left to just his frantic, drifting thoughts, and uncomfortable erection in his pants. Before he could breath a sigh of relief, however, a call came from the kitchen. "All done, monsieur!" came Yvette's unmistakable voice.
Shit! David realized he had just traded one temptation for another. The sound of Yvette's clicking heels began to sound from the kitchen, heralding the senior maid's arrival. Desperate to escape Yvette's attention, David dove for a nearby closet, which he closed to a crack behind him.
"Monsieur?" Yvette's voice said, now emanating from the same room. Now safely hidden in the closet, David chanced a glance back through the cracked door. For a moment he could only see furniture and the far wall, but then Yvette stepped into view on the far side of the room. David had to catch his breath to prevent himself from gasping. It was certainly Yvette standing there, but he was definitely not the same as he had been when he had left to finish the dishes.
