ooohh... Joe moaned softly as he worked the mop in tiny circles. He'd have blushed if he knew Trevor was behind him, watching. It all just felt so good! He was fucking turning himself on, and the cleaning was only seeming to make it worse with every jiggle of his new curves...
"You liking that?" Trevor announced his presence with a chuckle.
"You know you didn't have to turn me into a maid to get me to clean." Joe countered immediately.
"Yes I did. You never clean squat. And now you're going to be stuck that way until the whole house is spotless." Trevor answered bluntly, but he wasn't really paying attention to what he was saying. He was paying attention to Joe and took a step closer.
"Can you at least magic me up some real clothes? This skimpy outfit doesn't even have panties!"
"I know, I can practically feel the heat of your pussy from here." Trevor answered snarkily.
"I'm not-" Joe started defensively and huffed. He knew it was probably half true, "Yeah cause I'm fucking staring at these tits."
"That's why, really? Cause the spell was supposed to make it so that you got horny when you cleaned. The harder you work, the stronger it feels. I bet you could orgasm if you got down there and really scrubbed the floor."
"I-" Joe blushed and then scowled. "You dick! You didn't tell me that was part of the spell! How am I supposed to clean if I'm constantly fucking horny!?"
"Well I told you it was a sexy maid spell. I kind of figured since cleaning was practically masturbation to you now you might even clean faster!" Trevore laughed, "But don't worry, there is a counter for that effect. What do you think of this?" Trevor opened his fly, revealing that he too wasn't wearing underpants. Joe wanted to complain, but instead found himself drawn to it, just like the cleaning...
"OH- YOU-!" Joe fumed, but his spiking arousal rapidly overwhelmed his anger. "You made me into your fucking sex maid!"
"Well, you know, it's up to you if you want to go that route or if you want to clean until you're just a sputtering quivering mass of womanhood." Trevor shrugged.
Joe scowled, but couldn't deny that in that moment he wanted it more than he'd ever wanted anything. "You'd better be fucking good." Joe pouted.
Trevor was.
Of course sex is messy, and good sex is especially messy. Sweat, drool, and lingering fluids undid all of Joe's hard work. Cleaning it got him horny again, which led to more sex.
It would be a long while before Joe finished cleaning the house.