Barbara, the owner and operator of a nearby independent coffee shop, breathed in the incredible aroma filling the air as she steamed the freshly supplied milk for the latte she was making. It was pungent, and like coffee, took a little getting used to, but once experienced it inspired a yearning she'd never known. She couldn't wait for the morning crowd to ease off so she could sit down and enjoy one for herself. It was unusually busy though, so she'd have to wait with aching anticipation for a while yet.
She poured the latte into a takeaway cup and handed it to the customer. The human lifted the lid to take a deep, shuddering breath before thanking her and heading off. For some reason only equines were taking a seat to enjoy the aromatic brew, but Barbara didn't have time to think why. There were lots more people waiting to have their orders taken.
By mid-morning she was starting to lose her mind. She was desperate to make her own latte and slink off to the backroom where she could enjoy it naked with a hand rubbing between her legs, but there was still a line out the door of waiting customers. Most were equines, many of whom she recognised from serving earlier in the morning, and the place reeked of their potent scents.
'Back already?' she asked the waiting customer. 'I thought you had a bathroom refit to complete today.'
The builder, whom earlier had been a burly man, now had two massive teardrop tits stretching out her white tank top. Her tool belt had a leather apron to protect her privates and her trousers were now crotchless riding leathers.
'I did, but there was a mix-up with the supplier and I can't leave the client without a functioning milking station, so the job will have to wait.'
Barbara nodded as she prepared the hot brew. 'That's a shame. So, will you be enjoying your latte here or taking away?'
'Taking away,' said the herm. 'I really want to relax while I enjoy my latte and I can't do that unless I masturbate.'
'I thought I was the only one who did that!' exclaimed Barbara with a chuckle.
'Are you kidding? Every equine here would do it if they were allowed.'
The horny human let her eyes wander over all the slutty equines sipping at their lattes and she imagined what it would be like if they were naked and stroking their huge horse dicks. She licked her lips and smiled.
'I read yesterday that the mayor is planning to change the public indecency laws once she gets re-elected. Considering how popular she is, I don't think anyone is going to complain if those outdated laws gets broken. I know I won't.'
She winked and poured the latte into a cup. 'The armchair in the corner is a particular favourite of mine to relax in when this place is closed.'
The builder smiled and sauntered over to the armchair with her latte and discarded her toolbelt before sitting down.
It wasn't long before most of her customers were in various states of undress and arousal. The pungent scent of their musk mixed with the aromatic steamed jizzcream she was adding to every espresso. With no end in sight to the line of customers lured in by the smell, Barbara tossed aside her own modesty and stripped out of her clothes so she could touch herself more freely.
Her breasts were larger and firmer than when she'd dressed that morning. Her skin was smooth and unblemished, her hips wider, and her once tucked away tight vagina appeared large and thick and swollen with arousal. For a brief moment she was shocked at how distended her clit appeared, but then she remembered that it always behaved like that when she was aroused. Which was often. Very, very often.
With all the transformations altering reality around her, the cafe had taken on more of an appearance of an opiate den than a coffee shop. Equines lounged naked on cushions as they languidly stroked their cocks and sipped at their lattes. Portable milking pumps were scattered around to keep the place clean. Lockers in the backroom provided a place for patrons to keep their belongings safe.
'Don't you ever take a break?' asked the builder, back for another latte.
'I'll be taking one for the rest of the day soon. I'm almost out of milk!'
The builder laughed. 'You're joking, right?'
'No. It's never been busy like this and I buy fresh each day. I've got one jug left and then I'll have to shut shop.'
'What are you doing with all the jizzmilk your customers are making?'
'What do you mean?' she asked.
'Can't you just use that to make your lattes? It's as fresh as it gets!'
Barbara licked her lips as she considered the idea. The steam from the lattes had given her a juicy pair of dick suckers, and they tingled with desire.
She made the sexy builder an extra large latte and then swept round the floor to collect all the full milkers. One customer was almost finished, so she helped her along by dropping to her knees and wrapping her pillow-like tits around the throbbing horse shaft until the slut was whinnying and filling the tank with her fluids. There was more than the tanks could hold though, and some leaked down the slut's shaft from the tube covering it, making Barbara's tits slick with horse spunk.
As she stood up, her udders swelled even more, but much more dramatic were the changes to her nipples. They darkened against her creamy skin and grew from the size of pinky tips to full length thumbs. Her areolas spread until they were wider than the palms of her hands to take prominence on her chest, and puffed out.
Back at the counter, there was a nervous looking, fully clothed young woman.
'Hi, is this Barbie's Barista?'
Barbara blinked a couple of times at the name before new memories sank in.
'Yes! Would you like a latte?'
The woman shook her head. 'I saw your sign on the door about a job availability. I've worked in a barista before, although this place is a little... different.'
'Great! If you can make me a latte now I'll hire you on the spot!'
The woman nodded and stepped round the counter. She looked a little nervous, but Barbie passed that off as interview jitters, unaware that the strong aroma and pungent odours were unsettling the human. Once the steamed jizzmilk washed over her face though the tension melted off her, and it was a smiling, bubbly person who handed her a steaming fresh latte.
Barbie cradled the mug and took a deep breath. Juices ran down her thigh. She took a sip and felt like she'd taken a hit of ecstasy. Neither of them noticed her ears morphing into a more pointed shape.
'This is perfect. Think you can hold down the fort for a while?'
'Absolutely!' squeaked the woman.
Barbie nestled into a cozy corner. Surrounded by plush cushions, she sank into a state of tranquil bliss. The gentle hum of sultry moans and the rhythmic whir of the coffee grinder formed a comforting symphony. Her eyes wandered lazily, absorbing the ambiance of the place—the soft glow of hanging lights, the thrum of portable milkers, and the muted cries of orgasmic bliss from nearby spots.
With each sip, the warmth of the jizzmilk latte seeped through her, transforming both body and soul. She strummed her fat, enormous clit until it was so long she could wrap her fist around it and pump, all while her thoughts became consumed with sex. Her entire body was buzzing with joy. It was a high like no other.
'Your new milking station is installed and ready,' said the builder.
Barbie blinked a few times and looked up at the she-stud. It took her a moment to remember that there was a refit going on to remodel the old coffee shop into a jizzmilk den, in part because from her current viewpoint she could see the huge, leathery ball sac of the hard working equine, and they looked delicious.
'I'd better inspect your work,' she said and winked. The builder helped her to her feet and she made sure to add an extra swish to her tail as she strode in front of her. She didn't need to glance over her shoulder to know what effect it was having. Her slut-sense told her all she needed to know about the spongy shaft extending from its sheath in anticipation of plowing her dark, puffy anus.
The milking station was integrated with the coffee machine, where her new hire was frantically trying to keep up with all the customers. The heavy fog of steamed jizzmilk was having a strong impact on the still human woman, who was naked and looking far more like a pornstar than the plain Jane who'd walked in just a short coffee break ago.
Barbie wasted no time sliding the cups onto her mountainous tits and gliding her horse dick into the lower hole in the wall. The machine thrummed into life and porn displayed on the monitor next to the information about the quality and quantity of her production. The porn was muted to not disturb the chilled out vibe of her business.
She raised her tail. Local by-laws allowed for public sex if it directly contributed to higher milking yields in a place of business. Technically it was intended to protect jizzmilk farms, but Barbie was too horny to care, and she suspected the builder didn't care either. She was right.
'Oooooo fuck yeeesssss!!!!' The yield bars shot up as her milk and jizz flooded the tubes to be combined into the foundation of her entrepreneurial venture. Wave after wave of ecstasy blasted through her. It sent her into a frenzy. Her hips slammed forward so hard with every thrust that the wall shook. Her tits bounced and clapped like thunder. Were it not for the strong hand clamping her mouth from behind, her screams would have shattered glass.
One of the cups slipped and milk sprayed wildly from her flailing tit. A stream splashed directly on her employee, Denise, who was making a latte directly next to her as if all of this was normal. It was so normal that Denise calmly and expertly stopped what she was doing to slide the milking cup back over her boss's tit, getting blasted all over her face and chest in the process.
Denise's own tits grew several cup sizes as the milk absorbed into her skin and her lips swelled into a sultry pout that begged for cock. Hunger flared behind her eyes as new desires filled her mind.
When she turned back to continue making the latte, Barbie noticed how those eyes lingered on the milking monitor. No doubt checking the quality was good enough for serving, she thought. She was oblivious to what was really happening; Denise had caught sight of the porn, and her fate of becoming an equine was sealed.