"Excuse me! I require some customer service!" a whiny voice whinged.
'Oh boy, it's one of those girls.' Beryl mentally groaned as she spotted her next customer.
She was a higher class than most of the people who showed up here; silky hair, a suede pencil skirt and blazer, a narrow eyed scowl.
"I'll be calling my lawyer! I've been waiting for an hour!" she screeched.
'Yep, one of those preppy little bitches riding off daddy's money...' she thought with a sigh.
She strolled up and asked the question:
"Can I help you?"
"It's about time! I need someone to change the CD!" she huffed rudely.
"Are you sure?" Beryl asked.
"Yes! This techno trash is not what I need for my presentation!" the girl griped as Beryl reached for a switch Gloria showed her earlier with a lipstick print on her hand, "I mean it's sooo-OOOOOOOOO....."
The girl's eyes dulled over as she slumped in her chair, a surge coursing through her.
"So what, miss?" Beryl asked as she got behind the preppy girl.
"Sooooo... soothing..." the girl droned as her lips puffed up to a kissable pout.
"Weren't you just complaining about it earlier?" she asked.
"Just... so... much... streeeeeess....." she mindlessly replied as her hair started to grow out past her shoulders.
"You probably want to relax, don't you?" Beryl asked the girl as she began to rub her shoulders.
The girl moaned as her chest began to swell, "Yes... need to... like... relax...."
Gloria gave her a nod from another corner in the room.
"Well, try this track." Beryll said as she hit button eleven.
The girl shuddered as the hypnotic melody was replaced by a synth heavy beat.
She stood up robotically as the sound took over.
Beryl watched her hips begin to shake from side to side, watching them bulge out as her ass cheeks plumped up and raised her skirt.
'Looks like somebody doesn't wear panties.' Beryl thought as the girl bent her back down and shook her embiggened booty.
The hypnotized twerker smiled as her thighs thickened up and her waist pinched in, lost in the beat.
She leaned back, her D cups snapping her bra in half.
That was Beryl's que to push fast forward.
The clothes warped into a tube top and miniskirt as the song abruptly stopped.
"Like, what was I doing?" the girl asked.
"You wanted to buy that CD." Beryl replied.
She giggled with a "Oh yeah, I forgot!"
She brought her over to the register with an approving nod from Gloria.
This job was going great...