Gwen and Cassandra wiped their lips off as they slipped through the back door of the Midtown Cafe. They needed to infect one specific person: the barista, Maggie. She was busy chewing gum and twirling a curl of her hair with her finger. Gwen popped the bubble with the tip of her fingernail and pulled it out of her mouth.
"What the hell?!" Maggie spat.
"Sorry, we just need you to try a sample of a new creamer the boss ordered." Gwen lied as she handed Maggie a cup of her own breastmilk with sugar in it.
Maggie snatched it and sucked it down.
"It's alright... I guess." she replied, unaware of her plumped up, black painted lips.
"Okay then." Gwen smiled as Maggie's skin started turning pale white.
Maggie went back to her break as the paleness consumed her skin and her nails became coated in black. Her hips bulged out as her butt swelled up, lifting her six inches off the seat. She didn't notice anything strange until she realized the guys in her magazine didn't seem very hot anymore. She bent down and grabbed another magazine, but when she opened it a set of pale DD tits blocked her vision.
"What the fuck?!" she shouted as she realized that she had changed. She ran to the mirror and realized her hair was now black and straight.
She couldn't believe her eyes as she lifted on her enlarged tits. But... then she squeezed them... and moaned.
'This pleasure... such a treasure.' she thought randomly while tweaking her nipples. She grabbed a bikini magazine of of the stack, and turned to the girl with the biggest rack.
'An ocean goddess... an imense boddess.' she thought as she rubbed her clit.
The change warped her mind: Maggie was no more. Morrigan was a lustful, busty goth with a passion for poetry... and tit fucking. She'd give anything to share her desires. Luckily for her, she could...