Jamie waved the lovely butch lifeguards goodbye before rubbing her painfully drained tits. Between helping out with the "special" drinks and a nice, naughty massage from the lifeguards, her chest was throbbing. She'd need to stop if she wanted to be able to have some fun with that Jojo girl.
"Excuse me, is my boyfriend in there?" asked a voice from behind her.
It was a woman, in her late twenties, with rich chocolate skin, smoky brown eyes, slender limbs, and a pretty flat chest. Her short freyed hair, dark bags under her eyes, worn clothes... this woman was just as exhausted as Jamie was.
The blonde bombshell realized she was still wearing the green bikini uniform she borrowed from the bartender.
And got an idea.
"Ummm... no. He has not even shown up for work today." Jamie replied.
The woman groaned.
"Probably off smokin' blunts with his friends... that damn idiot." she growled with teary eyes.
"Relax, I'll be sure to call him. Here, have one, on the house." Jamie replied as she offered the worn out lady a drink.
Jamie's idea backfired as the drink was knocked out of her hand.
"So you're the bitch who's been seeing my man behind my back?!" the woman asked angrily.
"N-No, I-I just work here." Jamie stammered.
"Bullshit, I knew he'd been seein' some skank called Jamie, I've read his texts! You think you can hoe around with my man?!" the woman shouted angrily as the blonde began to shed a few tears.
"Well guess what, bitch?! Cassie Evans doesn't fuck around!"
Cassie threw a punch but missed as Jamie got desperate and planted a sloppy kiss on the raging woman's lips. A calm fell over her as the green lipstick bound to her lips and plumped them up.
"A-Are you calm now?" Jamie fearfully asked.
"Don't worry, I'm fine now." a breathy, sultry voice said.
Cassie realized that she couldn't move and that her swollen lips were moving on their own. Her hair regained a strong, shiny sheen as it grew down her shoulders to just past the middle of her back, her face regaining the same vitality as her eyes beamed with pleasure.
"T-Things got a little tense, didn't they?" Jamie panted as her heart rate slowed.
"Yeah, I don't even know why I give that pothead my time of day, darling." Cassie replied as her waist thinned out and her thighs thickened to a more... likeable... size.
"You certainly are a catch..." Jamie blushed as Cassie's hips grew out and her ass became as big as hers. Jamie also noticed the fabric warping to ressemble... no, just straight up become a uniform exactly like she was wearing.
"Oh thank you, dearie." the black woman replied with an air of elegance as her nails gained a beautiful beach themed polish and grew out.
"Cassie?" Jamie asked as the woman's chest cartoonishly bulged out to a pair of plump DD breasts.
"Cassidy, darling." the woman corrected as her wavy hair fell over one eye.
"Do you work here?" Jamie asked.
Cassidy chuckled seductively "Work here?! Love, I'm one of the two ladies to open this bar."
"I see, anyway we could use some more... specialty drinks..." Jamie nodded as she witnessed the woman's outfit fully become the bar's uniform.
Cassidy held her hand up.
"Say no more, darling." Cassidy replied.
Jamie stood in the back room drooling as Cassidy groped her tits into squirting milk and giving a soft, sexy moan the whole time.
"I'm going to 'punch out', if that's okay." Jamie said.
"G-Go aheaaaaad daaaaaarling." Cassidy moaned as her breast milk filled the pitchers beneath her boobs.
Jamie smiled as she changed back into her old sling bikini, noting that it was much looser than before.
She then decided to...