A Bubbly Busty Bimbo Barista

The light faded, and where Jess the judgmental barista had once stood now swayed a bubbly Asian bombshell, her blue hair now styled in soft waves instead of an edgy undercut. The flannel and tattoos were gone, replaced by nothing but a green barista apron tied loosely around her neck, barely containing her new DD+ chest, and a tiny thong that left little to the imagination. Her septum ring was now gone, and her once-sharp gaze had melted into a vacant, doe-eyed stare.

"Omigosh, hiiii!" she chirped, her voice high and airy. She leaned over the counter, her cleavage threatening to spill free. "Like, what can I get for you today, handsome?"

Eric smirked, his exhaustion forgotten. "Just a black coffee."

Jess giggled, twirling a strand of blue hair around her finger. "Mmm, boring." She pouted, her plump lips glistening with gloss. "You sure you don’t wanna try something… special?"

Eric raised an eyebrow. "Special?"

Lily nodded eagerly, her breasts bouncing with the movement. "Uh-huh! For just, like, five dollars extra, I can swap the regular milk for…" She bit her lip, then whispered, "Breast milk. Fresh today~"

Eric’s grip tightened on the gun. Holy shit.

He slid a twenty across the counter. "Make it a large."

Lily squealed with delight, clapping her hands together. "Yay! You’re sooo gonna love it!" She turned to the espresso machine, her hips swaying exaggeratedly as she prepared his drink. Every movement was calculated, every glance over her shoulder dripping with invitation.

The hipster in the corner had stopped typing. He was staring, mouth slightly open.

Lily noticed and winked at him. "You wanna upgrade your drink too, cutie?"

The hipster’s face turned red. He stammered something incoherent before grabbing his laptop and bolting for the door.

Lily giggled, handing Eric his coffee with a napkin that had her number scribbled on it. "There ya go, sugar," she purred. "Come back anytime… and I mean anytime."

Eric took a sip. It was delicious.

As he stepped back onto the sidewalk, the gun hummed in his pocket, warm with possibility.