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Taking shifts
🕑 Added 2024-12-01 14:18:47 +0000 UTC“Oh fuck… oh fuck…” you stammer, clutching your belly in pain and hearing it gurgle loudly as you rush to the bathroom. It must’ve been the coffee you drank not so long ago since it had such a weird aftertaste that lingered on your tongue. The barista was also acting so weird when she made your order, giving you a wink and moaning softly as she poured the coffee. Hastily brushing strands of hair out of your eyes, you practically charge into the bathroom only to see all the stalls occupied. “Oh fuuck…” you groan, hunching over in agony as your stomach grumbles in protest again. Leaning against the tiled walls for support, your spine pops a few times as it becomes smaller and curvier, making you a few inches shorter and forcing your chest outwards with your new posture.
Unaware of the changes flowing through your petite body, you breathe heavily and try to take your mind off your upset stomach as you wait for someone to leave the cubicles. Running your hand over your sweaty forehead, your fingers rapidly become slimmer with long manicured nails while your hands shrink smaller to match your narrow wrists. Long black hair starts extending from your scalp and reaches down to your shoulders before turning wavy and pulling themselves into ponytail. Not noticing the changes, your attention shifts to your arms as they feel incredibly weaker as your biceps melt into a thin layer of fat around your fragile arms while your broad shoulders crunches inwards into a smaller feminine frame. “Um… excuse me?” you stammer, trying to get someone to leave, but no one replies as your knees buckle from the pressure in your stomach.
Grunting softly, your knees quiver weakly as your thighs rapidly thicken with fat until they become wider than your head. “H-Hello? Excus--- uuhh…” you groan impatiently as your calves cramp up and become slimmer while your feet crunches a few sizes smaller. Sweat runs down your forehead as you desperately try to control the agony from within, feeling a strange tingle of pleasure as your sensitive inner thighs rub against each other and smother your balls in between. “S-shit…” you mumble in embarrassment, as you let out a small fart, forcing you to squat to relieve some of the pressure. To your surprise, a bone splintering snap echoes around the bathroom as your hips flares outwards into child-bearing proportions and continues to expand wider with fat. Sighing in relief, the pressure seems to have momentarily stopped so you cautiously stand back up only to feel a similar pressure in your ass. “Uuhh… oh no…” you grunt, clutching your ass in surprise as they expand with fat into a round bubble butt utilizing your wide hips.
“What… what’s happening…?” you gasp in shock, realizing that your pants feel uncomfortably tight as your broad hip, protruding ass and thick thighs stretch the rough material. With no other choice, you shamefully take off your pants to relieve some of the pressure tightening around your waist as stomach flattens into a toned core with an hour-glass figure. “E-Excuse me?” you repeat louder as you impatiently knock on the cubicle doors, feeling a strange warmth in your crotch as your dick becomes painfully erect. Confused and horrified at your boner, you desperately try to hide it only to brush against it and blow your load all over the tiled floor. You suppress a moan as cum uncontrollably sprays out of your cock until your balls become empty and slurps into your crotch and reforms into fertile ovaries. “What…?!” you gasp in shock, hearing your voice cracking higher into a familiar cute and sultry feminine tone. Within seconds, your flaccid dick inverts into your body and a tight puffy slit takes its place with pink moist folds dripping with juices.
“I’m… I’m…” you stammer in disbelief, hearing your girly voice and staring at your pussy trying to make sense of it all. Glancing at the bathroom mirror, your blood runs cold as you watch your face warp into a more feminine appearance with a softer jawline and higher cheekbones. Your nose crunches into a cute button nose while your lips plump up with pink lipstick and your neck becomes smoother to match your angelic voice. Fluttering your lengthening eyelashes in confusion, you see your eyes widening with a light brown colour as you realize that you look identical to the barista from the café. “S-Stacey?!” you mumble in surprise for knowing her name as it becomes increasingly difficult to remember your own.
“Uuuhh… oh my god…” you moan as your chest starts to tingle with activity and you look down to see your nipples already hard and puffy with large areolas. Your jaw drops in horror as you remember the size of her breasts when you first met her; as if on cue, fat floods under your nipples and pushes them out into modest B-cups. “N-No… I can’t be her…” you stammer, trying to stop the transformation but your breasts continue swelling into round D-cups hanging from your chest like udders with a deep cleavage down the middle. You moan softly as you squeeze your breasts and feel your fingers sinking into the soft flesh, but you begin to panic hearing footstep nearing the bathroom door.
“Ah! There you are!” an identical voice chuckles as the door opens and the mirror image of your feminine body stands at the entrance. You’re too shocked to say anything as you watch Stacey take off her café barista uniform and hands it to you with a smirk. You wince submissively as she glares at you with eyes glowing with magic ordering you to put on her clothes without question. You shiver a little as her warm panties wrap over your moist pussy and digs into your plump ass crack while her bra fully cups around your ample breasts before wearing the rest of the uniform. “Perfect… I need you to take the rest of my shift” Stacey orders as she starts to put on a dress and apply make-up for an event.
Clicking her fingers, your eyes roll back as a wave of memories flood into your head and takes control of your thoughts. Emotions of anger and fear fade away with your lack of resistance as you nod your head obediently. “Yes ma'am” you say with the customer service voice you always use when working at the café. Your twin smiles with approval before walking away and you look around realizing that you’re in the male bathroom. Embarrassed by your clumsiness, you rush into the women’s bathroom for quick toilet break and touch-up before you resume your shift at the café.
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Just a smaller one as I finalize the other stories
