Cooling down?

After I felt I could no longer run, I leaned forward, gasping for air as sweat poured down my face. God, I was such a fucking mess.

Lifting my head, I saw a small cafe in the middle of the park. That has always been there… right? Now, I wasn’t so sure. The edges of my vision seemed to shimmer, like a heat haze even in the shade. Am I still awake? Am I dreaming? Was there even a difference anymore? Regardless, I stumbled inside, **** to escape the sun’s relentless glare.

Inside, the cool air from the AC washed over my flushed skin, offering a moment of blissful relief. For a moment, I forgot that my mind was on a warpath to make me as horny as humanly possible. Glancing up, I saw the staff was made up entirely of women.

Femboys, my mind quickly corrected. Slutty femboys.

The change wasn’t obvious at first, considering how revealing their outfits were. I blinked, trying to focus. I could have sworn their outfits were normal just a moment ago. What the hell? I'm straight, or at least I thought I was, but this heat is messing with everything. Either way, once the cashier saw me, I could see it in her (or would it be his?) eyes that she wanted me. And not just to sit and eat. She wanted to feel my cock inside her, to taste my cum on her tongue.

Straightening myself, I approached the cashier, unsure if it was safe to talk to anyone in this dream-like state.

I hesitated, my heart pounding. Was this safe? But the cool air called to me. “Hey cutie,” the cashier cooed, as she eyed my wet shirt. “Need a cool down? Or something else?” Her gaze shifted and lingered on my crotch.

I stupidly nodded, my throat dry as I glanced at the see-through fridge where the various drinks stared back at me. “Just some water,” I croaked, pointing at one of the bottles behind her.

The cashier twirled around, her short skirt swirling around her thighs, before making a short skip to the fridge to get a cool bottle out. Turning back toward me, she winked. “That’d be two dollars,” she chirped, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

I tried to focus on the transaction, willing my mind to stay normal for once, but it was no use. Nodding, I fished into my pocket and pulled out two damp bills. As I handed her the money and picked up the bottle, my eyes widened in disbelief. Instead of putting the money into the cash register, the cashier lifted her apron and skirt, revealing her bulging panties as she slid the money inside.

“Maybe you can help me get it out later,” she whispered, winking again.

I shook my head, trying to clear the fog in my brain as I walked to a seat. I just needed to relax, drink some water, and try to regain control of my sanity, and my libido.

Looking around, I spotted a businesswoman on her phone, wearing a suffocating suit and skirt despite the sweltering heat. Another femboy cashier, her hips swaying provocatively, came with her order, a milkshake piled high with whipped cream.

“I’ll call you back,” the businesswoman said, her voice sharp as she ended the call and shoved her phone into her designer purse. Already, I could feel my mind stirring, eager to twist this mundane scene into something utterly ridiculous and depraved. It did not disappoint.

“How much do I owe you?” asked the businesswoman, her eyes scanning the depths of her purse for her wallet.

“One kiss,” the cashier purred, quickly applying a thick layer of glossy red lipstick to her full lips.

The businesswoman paused, a flicker of hesitation crossing her face as if weighing the absurdity, but then she leaned forward and embraced the kiss anyway. But this wasn’t just any kiss. Of course it wasn’t. This was a full-blown, tongue-tangling, lip-sucking ****. I squirmed in my seat, feeling my erection straining against my pants. I watched, mesmerized, as their tongues slid past each other, their moans filling the air.

Finally, the transaction ended, and the businesswoman pulled away, her lipstick smeared across her face. Despite her blushing cheeks, she had a bored look on her face, as if the kiss had no more meaning beyond a means to pay for a drink.

Turning to her milkshake, the businesswoman took a long, slow sip from her drink before she moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head. Judging by the blissful look on her face as she kept sucking the creamy liquid, it must have been a damn good milkshake. Hell, if I hadn’t forgotten my wallet, I would have been tempted to buy one myself.

But then, I noticed some changes. Subtle at first, but undeniable. Her ears wiggled and stretched out slowly, becoming long and pointed like a cow's. Next, horns, thick and spiraled, began to sprout from her head, pushing through her hair with a soft creak. I could have sworn I saw a thick, furry tail swinging behind her, twitching with each sip of the milkshake. But the biggest change was in her chest. The businesswoman seemed fairly flat-chested before, but with each sip, her breasts swelled gradually, pushing out, straining against her expensive silk blouse as two wet spots began to form, the fabric darkening with what looked like milk.

And somehow, the businesswoman seemed completely oblivious to it, lost in the pleasure of her milkshake.

Again, I had to tell myself that I was imagining this, that the heat was finally frying my brain. But even then, the sight was undeniably hot.

It wasn’t until her blouse ripped open that she finally finished her drink. The seams burst under the pressure as buttons and her bra flew, revealing her new, massive breasts, now the size of watermelons, leaking milk in steady streams. I thought my eyes would have fallen out. “That was goooo~OOOOood,” she bellowed, her voice dropping an octave and sounding almost like a contented cow. The AC couldn't cool the fire raging in my veins from this heat-fueled madness.

I hurried out of the cafe before the cowed businesswoman could ask me to milk her. Back outside, bottle at hand, my head was spinning. One part heat, and another part horniness that wasn’t being dealt with. The park stretched out before me, full of more temptations. Shit, and I still had to get home to Stella before this got any worse.

And what I saw wasn’t helping.