All New Julia

Julia moaned on top of the stack of boxes she was laying on as Carrie stopped eating her post-grad pussy. The curly black hair framing her pussy was pulled apart by her hands, and suddenly her gash grew wider as Carrie stood behind her and leaned forward to grab Julia's ankles and hold them up.

"Use her like a toy, Sir," Carrie said.

"Fuck me Boss. Make me into the bimbo you want and keep me forever!" Julia yelled.

Tom stopped. "No," he said, his pants already unbuckled and his erect cock in hand.

"No?" Julia asked confused.

"I don't want all of you brain-dead bimbos. You have to stay smart. Get that science doctorate you want. Then you can get this in your hot doctor cunt."

Julia blinked. "So you want me to have porn tits and a fat ass, but be super smart?"

"Smart and cock-hungry aren't opposites," Tom said. "You've been here for years. I've known you as long as my step-kids."

Julia laughed. "What so you're my step-dad too? Want me to fuck you, Daddy?" She teased.

"Go back to Boss. And if you do good enough, I'll keep you around," he answered back with a smirk.

"Fine, I'll stay in school. I'll help you change everyone in town. Now give me the magic dick mother fucker!" she yelled at him. He laughed and shoved it into her as hard as he could. Her twat was already slick from Carrie eating it like it was her last meal. Carrie held onto Julia's ankles and watched as her fat tits jiggled with each of Tom's thrusts.

"Fuck, that's sexy. I know I can't eat it out of her this time… so you can fuck her again later, right?" Carrie asked, practically begging him.

"She tastes that good?" he asked between grunts, his hands gripping Julia's thighs.

"Really good," Carrie moaned. She leaned forward and pursed her lips. Tom leaned forward and kissed Carrie over Julia, and he tasted her on Carrie's tongue. He pulled away from the kiss and gave a small nod.

"She does taste really good," he agreed before pushing down on her legs more and fucking her with abandon. The point of this wasn't pleasure, not this time. That would come from her first post-transformation fuck. Once she had become the perfect Julia. This was about making her into the perfect overlap of porn star, bitchy goth and scientist. He thought of her, dressed in black leather and latex, her waist with just a little pounch to it, her big porn star tits, her fat fuckable ass, figuring out the secret of his cum to get more people changed into his perfect fuckpets. Her on her knees, sucking his cock down like it was the source of life itself. Her guiding other women to drink from a large cup of his jizz. He felt his balls tighten as splurt after splurt of his thick white man gravy splashed against her cervix. Her own orgasm hit once his cum landed inside of her. He panted as he pulled out of her, where Carrie immediately ran around to suck on him like a limpet on a rock, cleaning his and Julia's mixed juices off of his augmented rod. He leaned back against the counter as the Korean co-ed caringly kissed and engulfed his cock. She eventually pulled him out of her mouth and throat, a large gasp for air escaping her lips where a trail of drool connected to the purple head of his penis.

Tom grabbed for a bottle of water as he heard a pounding on the front door.

"Fuck, again?" he asked the air. He looked at his topless assistant. "Take care of her, and no eating her out until the changes stop. She might need food, so tend to her. I'll get the door."

"Yes, sir," Carrie squeaked out as Tom pulled up and zipped his pants before heading into the front of the cafe.

A brown skinned man in a red suit with a black tie stood outside the glass door, holding a briefcase.

"Mr. Calvin?" the man asked once the door opened.

"Speaking. You… oh, you're from the creamer company!" Tom said, realization hitting him.

"Yes sir I am, Gordon La Brezu, at your service. I represent Bathin Kitchen Supplies, part of the InferTech family, but you're already aware of that. I wanted to talk to you about a small issue we came to realize. May I come in?"

Mr. La Brezu was rather polite, Tom thought to himself, and so he let the corporate suit into the cafe.

"Is it alright if we meet in the dining area? My employees are doing some team building in the office," Tom said, not lying per se. Gordon nodded.

"That's perfectly fine. InferTech has a hotel resort division, Su-Cin Hotel Books, as well as Con Arrangement and our charter bus line, Q-Bus, if we can interest you in any of that," Gordon said with a smile. He took a seat and opened his briefcase. "But for now, let's get to brass tacks. We understand that our Krampus Khristmas Kavalkade flavor didn't do well here, and we were hoping you could give us a little insight on that."

"Well, this town does have a pretty reserved populous, and you gave me a creamer themed around a Christmas demon," Tom said flatly.

"Damn, we had hoped the flavor would make up for it. How many people tried it?"

"Including myself? Three."

"Oh, shame. I also told marketing that the name needed work. I wanted to call it Grylla's Sugar Cookie Surprise, after the Icelandic Christmas Witch." Tom nodded at Gordon's statement.

"That… would have done better, honestly. Like a witch feels nicer than a demon who beats children," Tom added. "More like the one from the cartoons."

"Yes, thank you! I knew I liked you Tom. Well, since you did try it, how did you like it?" Gordon asked.

"I really enjoyed it. I think I had most of the supply after the sample test time ran out.

"You… you had the rest of it? In the span of weeks? Two gallons?" Gordon asked, his lips getting thin.

"Over two weeks, actually," Tom said. Gordon began to look pale.

"Another one breaking containment…" he said under his breath. "Tom, if you have any physiological effects, let me know, as soon as possible," Gordon said, handing Tom his card.

"I mean, I'm more fit, and my wife's enjoying it?" Tom said.

"Okay, okay, that can be fine. I… are you a very religious man, Tom?" Gordon asked.

"More of a Christmas and Easter guy, why?"

Gordon sighed a huge sigh of relief. Tom looked at him sideways as he did so. "Okay, no major worries there. Well, keep in touch, especially if you want future samples. We have a few new products you might be interested at Bathin Kitchen Supplies. Maybe our new line of protein bars?" Tom's ears perked up as Gordon mentioned that.

"I could go for those. What's the catch?" he asked.

"We would charge you money if you got enough to sell them, of course, but we could give you a two month trial supply. I like the gingerbread ginseng flavor myself." Tom nodded.

"Sure, I'll take a variety pack if you have one," he said. Gordon smiled as he popped an order into his tablet.

"They'll be here in a few days," Gordon said as he put out his hand. Tom shook it and lead Gordon out.

"Don't be a stranger, Mr. Calvin!" he shouted behind himself as he left. Tom looked at the business card. Maybe he could look at some other InferTech stuff for the cafe. But for now, he wanted to check on Julia. He locked the door again and went back to the backroom.

Julia was leaning over a bucket, the sound of her moaning filling the back room. "Tom, you didn't tell me this would fucking hurt!" she yelled at him. "My abs feel like I did a trillion sit ups!"

"Carrie get her a protein bar and a water!" he snapped. Carrie ran off to give Julia what was requested. "Eat it in little bites and sips, Julia. You don't want to overdo it." He looked her over. Her ass did seem bigger, and her legs had some definition. Her breasts had gone from large to massive tits, and her back muscles looked like they were set up to compensate. Her curly hair somehow was curlier and darker, and her skin a shade paler, but still not a pale white. Julia sat up, a trickle of cum still oozing from her pussy.

"I guess beauty is pain. It cool if I don't get round two today? I feel like ****," she said. "Definitely want more dick tomorrow though," she said as she nibbled the protein bar. "Any pussy."

Carrie rubbed Julia's back as Tom put the card in his old-school rolodex in his office. He came back and looked at the two half-naked college aged baristas.

"So let's talk shop," he said. "Julia, no pressure, you're changing still."

"Cool, I'll focus on being Dr. Bimbo," she groaned as another wave of changes hit her. Tom thought it was odd how different women reacted to the changes, but he had only really seen the after effects for most of them.

"So, I think there's a problem we're going to run into with our plan to dose anyone who comes in and buys a coffee," Tom started. "I can make, maybe, two cups in a day. What if we use it all up? Ideas?"

Carrie nodded. "Yeah, you using it all for syrup means there's no more you-goo for conversions," Carrie added. "And the inverse is if we focus on conversions, how do we get more people who want to change? One problem is slow, the other is your balls implode. We can't have either of those."

Julia groaned. "What about Logan?" she asked.

Tom thought for a minute. "You think it's possible if I… convert him, he can help convert others?"

"Why not? You cna make tits grow four cups, why can't your magic balls enmagic his balls?" she suggested before moaning. Her moaning soon pitched up to moans of pleasure.

"Are you cumming?" Carrie asked.

"Fuck! It's like I did a day at the gym while being eaten out, what the fuck!?" she yelled before screaming with an orgasm. She caught her breath after a few minutes and stood up, stretching her body. Her stomach was more toned but still clearly a little squishy. Her breasts were nearly the size of her head, and her hair was in a cute curly bob. Her ass jiggled with each movement, like she was in a video game made by someone who loved jiggle physics more than human connection.

"Okay, I am still too sore for that fuck, but I want it at least twice tomorrow… fuck, how come Carrie gets to live with you?" Julia said, stomping her foot. "If you convert Logan, make sure he stays hung. We need more dick around here." Julia pouted and Carrie shook her head.

"Julia, don't you have a roommate?" Carrie asked.

"Ugh, Selena's out with her stupid boyfriend Joey all the time… wait, idea!" Julia said before running to the bottles. "Boss, let me dose my roomie and her stupid boyfriend!"

Tom looked at her. "Go on."

"Okay, you're one man, but we need more men. Fill this bottle up and I'll dose my roomie and her boyfriend. I'll get my friend back and we can lez it up, and then stupid Joey can be a test subject to see if he can become another source of magical balls!"

"But… wouldn't his goo make people loyal to him?" Carrie asked.

"Not if Tom controls it so Joey becomes loyal to Tom and to me!" Julia threw back. Tom sighed.

"So do you want him a stallion or a femboy?" Tom asked, mildly defeated.

"Oh, for him? Femboy. Wait, how do we test it for chance?" she wondered.

"Do we need some kind of double blind study?" Carrie asked.

Tom groaned. This was going to be a longer discussion than he thought.