Ria and the waitress

Ria finished her orgasm as the last glimmers of her former self were erased from her.

Ria looked around; she was in an expensive penthouse, probably the home of some super VIP. She stood up, trying to see if anyone was home. Indeed, she noticed someone: a waitress, literally a waitress in traditional dress. Whoever the former owner of the penthouse was must have had some particular fetish. The woman was young, probably eighteen, and would have been pretty enough to be an actress with a little practice. She was vacuuming and wearing headphones, which explained why she hadn't noticed her arrival.

Ria approached from behind and touched the woman's shoulder to draw attention to the only truly important thing in the world: herself.

The waitress took off her headphones and looked puzzled for a few moments, then made an angry face.

Waiter: Again? Josh brought another woman back to his house, damn it, he doesn't pay me enough, but anyway, miss, can I help you?

Ria loved the woman's face. Now that she was so close, she could tell it was gorgeous. Ria decided she would have some fun with her.

Ria: You're pretty, not as pretty as me, but I've decided to make an exception and give you time to start worshipping me. Do it well and I'll reward you.

Waitress: Did you hit your head? You may be... very beautiful... but you act like a horrible person.

The waitress had a lump in her throat as she said the words "very beautiful," because she suddenly realized that Ria was indeed sexy. She felt her heart beat faster as the shadow of unknown desires began to invade her mind like the whispers of a devil.

Ria: Tell me what you like about me.

The waitress blushed, her heart pounding wildly. The last time it pounded like this was when she fell in love with a former classmate years before.

Waitress: You have a gorgeous figure, all the curves in the right places... are you a model?

Ria: A dancer and a singer, quite famous in my area.

Waitress: Indeed, your voice is... beautiful.

Ria, I notice the first changes in the waitress; the brown hair was starting to turn black and at the same time, changing its position.

Ria: Tell me more.

Ria knew that every time she was admired, the woman's desires to become her would increase, first the infatuation and then the jealousy, then the obsession. This Ria was taking her time. If she introduced herself by her name, the maid's mind would degenerate more quickly. If she allowed her to touch her, her body would change more quickly. But no, she wanted to see this inferior beauty slowly bend and accept the only truth: she is the only true beauty worthy of existence in the world, that she was a pathetic creature who without her help and blessing would always be inferior. She wanted to hear her beg to become her.

Maid: I... I want to see you dance. You're a dancer, aren't you? You should be... gorgeous.

Ria smiled and then obliged the young woman. She danced as if she were at the carnival in Brazil. Every now and then she extended her gaze to the maid. Her body had begun to grow, her clothes were becoming more and more tense, approaching an inevitable break.

Waitress: That's... wow... I have no doubt you're famous, young lady... with such... hot moves.

The Waitress covered her mouth with a hand.

Waitress: Sorry... that's disrespectful.

Ria: It's not, I'm just who I am, incredibly sexy, your jealousy is nothing new.

The waitress's face turned bright red.

Waitress: Jealousy, I... yeah, you're so... god, what am I saying... I...

The waitress reached out her hand to Ria, but Ria pushed it away.

Ria: Look, don't touch, you're not worthy of touching me.

The waitress made an offended face, but it didn't last long, as it was replaced by a look of astonishment. Her hand, where she'd been slapped, was changing color.

Waitress: What's happening?

Ria: Are you sorry? It seems like an improvement to me.

The waitress stared at her hand, turning the color of Ria's skin, and not only that, but her nails even took on the color of Ria's nail polish, and somehow I thought it wouldn't be a bad thing if she became more like Ria. As soon as she thought about it, she felt herself getting wet. She realized she wasn't falling in love with the woman in front of her, she wanted to be her.

She was still staring at her hand, her arm pulled back, bringing it closer to her face. She could see the arm changing before her eyes, a millimeter at a time, she felt so aroused by the sight. She reached out two fingers towards her mouth, whispers in her head telling her to taste herself, to feel her true flavor.

Ria: Bad waitress, that's not allowed.

The waitress stopped. Was she about to do something so obscene in front of a guest? Even worse, an incredibly important and sexy guest.

The waitress **** herself to grab her skirt with both hands and ignore the change in her arm. After all, it was the guest's will, and she felt the need to please her.

Ria smiled. If the waitress put her hand in her mouth, her face would begin to change, too, and then she would begin to lose her mind. Her mind was the last thing she wanted the waitress to lose. Only when the rest of her body fell away would she allow her to become herself in her mind.

The waitress trembled, her gaze alternating between Ria and her transforming arm, then her expression became shocked.

Waitress: What? Why is this happening? Why do I want this to happen?

The waitress realized that it wasn't normal to let herself be transformed into someone else, despite every instinct and whisper in her mind telling her otherwise, a sign that her personality hadn't yet collapsed. This satisfied Ria.

Ria: Is it really important? The process has been going on for a while now, and there's no way you can stop it, nor do you want it to end. After all, you want to be me.

Maid: What I don't want... to be as wonderful as you... What am I saying? I want it, no... I want to remain the pathetic me...

Ria: Silence, don't speak.

The maid obeyed, her face as confused as her desires.

The maid couldn't hold back, her untouched left hand grasping the replaced one.

The maid groaned as the hand changed, becoming a pair of the one she was grasping.

Maid: My hands...

Ria: Wonderful, aren't they? Wherever they touch your body, it will begin to change. Perhaps I can let you touch your little legs?

The maid found herself with trembling arms slowly approaching her legs, her face torn between accepting the pleasure of the transformation and maintaining herself for as long as possible.

Ria: Grab them.

The waitress couldn't resist her. Her hands began caressing her legs. The waitress could see them thickening by the second, taking on the musculature of someone who uses their legs not only for walking but also for dancing. Her skin darkened as if her hands were stamps dripping with ink. Throughout this, the waitress trembled, then fell to her knees. Once she started, she couldn't stop. She took off her shoes and socks and began caressing every inch of her lower limbs. After less than a minute, everything underneath her skirt was an identical copy of Ria. The waitress's hands were now running up her increasingly thick and juicy thighs.

Ria: It seems your hands are getting close to an embarrassing point. You won't stop them.

The waitress stared at her with a frightened look. Her hands were now under her skirt, getting closer and closer to her hips. I tried to lift them, freeing them from her legs, but immediately afterward they were already fiddling with her skirt, trying to pull it off.

Waitress: I can't! It's too obscene... so hot... I mustn't take it off... it's stopping me from...

Between the swelling of her ass and the tugging of her hands, her skirt tore. The waitress threw away the rags. Her tiny panties were soaked. The waitress's pussy longed for change, to be touched by Ria's fingers. Ria had high plans.

Ria, take off your panties. You were obedient, you deserve a reward.

The waiter stared at Ria, amazed as she obeyed.

Ria got on her knees, grabbed the waitress's legs, and **** them open. That brief touch accelerated the change, turning the waitress's thighs ebony and starting to transform the insides of her pelvis. Ria leaned over and kissed the waitress's pussy, which made her gasp.

The waitress felt herself burning; the touch of Ria's lips made her feel as if even touching them was an affront, yet at the same time, the most forbidden of desires.

Ria began to lick her pussy, each lick making her tremble with excitement. Unable to control herself, her hands began to roam over her own chest, and despite her clothes, she felt her chest swell.

Meanwhile, Ria could enjoy her pussy transforming into a mirror image of her own. The flavor became hers after the first lick, the shape of her lips after the second, her clit after the third, then he slipped his tongue inside. The waitress went wild with pleasure as she came. The waitress's juices were indistinguishable from Ria's, and she savored them with pleasure. Her upper body grew again, tearing away the rest of her uniform. Now all that remained of the waitress was her face, her expression overwhelmed by lust.

Waitress: Who are you? Who are we?

Ria: I'm Ria, and now you are too.

I kissed her on the lips. The waitress grabbed her on every inch. Her face melted and transformed into a perfect match for Ria's. The current thoughts of the waitress's identity disappeared, now there were only two Rias making out.