Paul has a problem

Paul stood at the door in the cold, looking desperately into the cafe. A look of relief covered his face as Tom came forward to open the door and let him in.

"I didn't know you'd be closed," the slightly older man said as he entered. Paul looked at Tom, his mustache hiding a shivering lip. "Can we talk?"

"Uh, sure Paul. We're just doing some staff training today, let me tell the employees they get a break," Tom said before heading to the back. He looked at the two women. "Hold on a bit, Paul's here and I need to talk with him for a moment. Then we can get back to business."

"Ooh, break time, got it," Julia said with a wink. Tom shook his head before returning to the seating area.

"What's up Paul?"

"So... it's Cathy," he said bluntly. "I think she's cheating on you, or at least wanting to. With me."

Tom feigned a concerned nod. "I see... That's a problem. You sure it's not just in your head?" Tom asked.

"Tom, listen to me! Your wife came on to me at the firm yesterday!" Tom now faked a shocked look.

"Oh fuck. That's serious. But... you know what, I think this may be a longer conversation. Let me get you a drink. You have time?"

"Nothing alcoholic, right?" Paul asked. Tom looked at him deadpan.

"Paul, this is a coffee shop. What do you think I mean?"

"Oh, right," Paul said, blushing. "Sure, maybe something warm."

Tom nodded and headed into the back. In the back room, he saw Julia and Carrie aggressively making out, Carrie's hands under Julia's top, massaging her already large breasts. "I want to try that intended change thing. Carrie, get me off, and Julia, get a bowl or something to catch it." The women nodded. Carrie got on her knees and began taking Tom's cock in her mouth while Julia grabbed a pitcher. Once Tom's cock was wet with her spit, Carrie shifted to fucking Tom with her massive, magically augmented tits. Tom, meanwhile, thought of him and Paul, both pinnacles of masculinity, fucking each other's wives, sometimes fucking the same wife while the other sat in the corner and masturbated. He thought of Catherine rimming him while he plowed Brenda's ass, and Paul fucked her greedy ginger pussy. He thought of him and Paul fucking Catherine up the ass and Brenda cleaning them off before the other took over, them tagging out as they sodomized his wife.

That last thought, combined with Carrie's mouth and tits, blew him over the edge. He snapped for Julia, who figured it out quickly and gathered what was easily a quarter cup of semen in the pitcher.

"Fuck, Boss. That's more than I swallowed," Julia said, astonished.

"Mix it into a cinnamon latte, quick," he said. Julia nodded and got the older espresso machine to pull a shot, mixing it with the semen, milk and cinnamon. Tom brought the tainted latte back to Paul, alongside a plain one for himself.

"Here you go. Something to help you relax," he said. Paul took a long swig of it and his eyes opened.

"Weird flavor. Salted caramel snickerdoodle?" he asked.

"Something like that. I'm experimenting. Is it bad?" Tom asked.

"N-... no, just not what I'd normally do. It's pretty great," Paul said, taking another swig of the coffee.

"So, you're afraid Catherine is cheating on me?"

"Yeah, man, I can't stand to see her do that to you. You've already had a rough go. Especially with the other guys voting to kick you out of the country club."

"I remember. You stood up for me, and I appreciate that," Tom said. "In fact... what if I told you I was okay with Catherine doing that? As long as it was you?"

Paul's eye went wide. "... What now?"

"Catherine and I have hall passes. One of hers is you. She thinks you're handsome. And, funny enough, one of mine is Brenda," Tom said, hoping his gambit was about to pay off.

"I... it... hm... fuck. You want us to swap wives?" Paul asked.

"Not if you don't want it, and not permanently, but if Catherine and you want to do anything, I say go for it." Tom smiled. "Okay?"

"S... sure, okay," Paul said, his head reeling. "I wouldn't unless Brenda gave me the okay. Is that cool?"

"Of course! Tell you what Paul, what if we plan a dinner, maybe this weekend, and we all discuss the idea of swapping. And if you don't want it, I'll drop it forever."

"I never thought of it before, but I can see the idea of it makes you happy, so sure, we can talk it over. Bring that caramel sauce for this coffee though. This would be great on some ice cream."

"You know what, I think I can manage that," Tom said, his knowing grin hiding his excitement. "And just swapping, I assume, is your limit?"

"I need time to process that," Paul said before getting up. "But you're not mad?"

"Paul, right now, I could walk in on you fucking my wife, and I'd ask to join. But you should also come over to watch a game or two more often. Deal?"

"Yeah, of course Tom. Whatever you want," Paul said, a level of calm filling him as he said those words.

Tom showed Paul out then went back into the backroom, finding the women had stopped making out and now Carrie was eating out Julia.

"I think it worked. He's still under the effects, but he's not getting soft like Logan. We'll see more in the future. Now I just need to find a third man to see if I can make them softer."

Julia groaned. "Or you can fuck me and show me what that magic cock does."

Tom considered. She had a good point.

Time to transform Julia.