Danni walked into the corner coffee shop, a comfy cafe about two blocks from her business. It was empty, aside from herself and the barista - unsurprising, considering most people don’t go in for coffee at 3 in the afternoon. She ordered a sugary latte, taking her drink to a comfy booth in the corner of the shop. Grabbing the pad and her magic pen, she got to writing.
“I know the barista girl’s name.”
Now, Danni knew the girl’s name was Amanda and that she hated being called Mandy.
“Amanda will quickly change into the Danni’s Dyke that I’m imagining. She will be the first to realize what’s happening. She won’t panic and will find the process very pleasurable and she will very much love her new life. The more she changes, the more she’ll prefer the name Mandy. The coffee shop will change to fit Mandy’s new job and to slowly change customers, just as my building did. All the milk in the store will be from Mandy’s wonderful breasts.” Danni smiled as she put the pen down.
Mandy quickly began to change. “Oh… oh what’s happening?” She said, a bit panicked as her breasts began to rapidly grow.
Mandy moaned, pulling her shirt off, her formerly a cup breasts now at DD cups and still growing. Mandy’s pussy was now soaking wet, the juices running down her legs - her panties had been soaked through. “My… my head… feels warm…” she said, her voice becoming more and more calm.
Danni walked over to her. “It’s okay.”
Mandy looked at Danni and kissed her.
“Why… why do I wanna fuck you so badly? Why do you taste and smell and feel so fucking good? I didn’t like girls before!” Mandy stuttered out. Mandy’s massive milk filled tits were reaching G cups as her hips and rear were growing to match.
“It’s okay, I’m the one that’s changing you.” Danni said.
Mandy’s face lit up.
“Mistress… Mistress Danni!” She said.
Mandy got on her knees and put her face between Danni’s thick thighs, licking Danni’s pussy.
Mandy came all over the floor of the coffee shop as she continued to lick, her new tits spraying milk. They’d finally stopped growing at a near impossible J cup, the milk filled globes big and firm on her chest. Her skin had turned a ghastly pale, any blemishes disappearing, Her barista outfit had transformed from a tight pair of skinny jeans and a black t shirt to a short black skirt and a tight croptop. She now had permanent black lipstick on her much puffier lips and she had eyeshadow on. Her long midnight black hair was tied into twin tails. A name tag that formerly said “Amanda” now said “Mandy.” Finally, Danni came, and Mandy removed her face from Danni’s pussy. Behind the counter, a milking machine had appeared, tying into a large reservoir for making the drinks.
“T-thank you, mistress. I’m so happy to serve you!” Mandy stuttered out. Danni took a slight whiff of Mandy’s wonderful new scent before answering her - there was no doubt about it, Mandy had been fully converted.
“Of course, Mandy. Now, take care of those customers, okay? And remember to be very, very flirty with the women.” Danni said.
“Yes mistress, of course!” Mandy said with a smile.
Danni grabbed her pen and pad and left the coffee shop.