Clark's jaw hung open at what his security cameras had just filmed: his customers turning into pale, dark clothed broads going to town on eachother IN THE STORE!
"I gotta get this orgy outta my business!" he said as he ran for the door.
"Going somewhere?" Gwen and Cassandra asked in sync.
"Ah!" Clark screamed, "Who are you?! How'd you get back here?! SECURITY!!!"
"I'm afraid they aren't coming." Cassandra calmly said as she and her girlfriend backed him into a corner.
"Security! Security!!!" Clark futility yelled.
His calls were silenced by Cassandra pinning him against the wall and forcing her nipple into his mouth. His lips puffed up as a sickly pale white engulfed his skin. He moaned as his dick retracted and two mounds pushed out of his chest.
His legs thickned up at the thighs and spread apart as Cassandra jammed her fingers into that new, moist pussy. As his waist shrunk and his hips bulged out, it was clear that referring to the cafe owner as a man was no longer correct. Her hair was as smooth as silk, as dark as the night, and followed down past her plush, supple rump. Her outfit melted and morphed into a skintight leather dress that hugged her DDDs like a boa constrictor.
Clarissa returned Cassandra's affections by letting the young goth suckle her teet as she massaged her ass. Gwen was too busy to join in. She saw something on the monitors: a group of women who were drinking the coffee but not changing. These women had already been touched by the Chronivac's influence, and soon there would be a cross contamination between goth and...