A coffee shop

Grace and Aiden strolled though the mall, looking for something to eat or someone to fuck. Despite their more normal appearances, they still turned heads. They both had to resist the urge to just grab people and fuck for hours. Maybe soon, but Aiden wanted to play things out a little first.

The eventually found a small coffee shop that was mostly customer free, only a few people littering the cafe's seating area. They walked up to the counter, waiting a moment before a barista came out of the back.

"Hi, I'm sorry about the wait. What can I get you?" the young woman asked, her light brown hair loosely bound in a pony tail. She wore a black shirt and a dark grey apron, a name tag with the name 'Chelsea' pinned to the front, but what caught Aiden's attention was the perky tits hiding underneath, the ample globes sitting high on her chest and protruding sharply. Aiden immediately knew he had to have her.

"I'll take an expresso machiato, double cream," he said absently, not wanting to stare too long. He just had to find an opportunity to get her alone and fill her with the virus.

"Are you okay waiting a few minutes for it? Our machine is malfunctioning and my coworker is running to get some parts to fix it." Ask and he shall receive, it seemed.

"I'm actually pretty good with machines," Aiden lied smoothly. "I could take a look at it, if you like." The barista's face lit up.

"You'd do that? Oh, that'd be such a relief. I'll give you drinks on the house if you can."

"Lead the way," he said, hoping he looked generous and not like the lust-driven maniac he was. The waitress didn't seem to notice anything out of the ordinary, leading Aiden through the back door into the kitchen where a variety of machines covered the counters. She lead him towards the back, where a particular machine was open, its guts exposed. Aiden made a show of examining the thing for a minute.

"What's this thing supposed to do?" he asked, fiddling with a few gears inside.

"It's our whisker, to make our milk nice and frothy. It was jerking earlier, and you need a really smooth movement to get the right texture."

"You know, I know a great method of getting the best milk you've ever tasted that doesn't even need a machine," he said, turning up his pheromones to make her more compliant. They immediately took effect, her eyes loosing just a little bit of focus.

"How's that?" she asked. Aiden stood back up and stepped towards her.

"Well, Chelsea, I'll need you to sit on that table and lean back for me to show you." She complied swiftly, her mind dulled by Aiden's airborne influence. She hopped up and leaned back as asked, even spreading her legs slightly, as if she knew what was coming. Aiden easily stepped between her parted thighs, the difference in height negated by the table. Aiden slowly put his hands on her thighs, needing to make sure she was compliant enough before he struck, his dick hardening in preparation.

"So what's this method?" the barista asked, not thinking anything of their intimate position. "Some secret whipping technique?"

"No," Aiden said, slowly inching his hands towards the clasp of his jeans and the waistband of Chelsea's leggings. "The secret is in the milk itself. The secret is an all natural, super fresh milk with zero preservatives."

"How do you get it that fresh? Straight milk spoils too quickly." Aiden now had his hand at her waist, gently tugging down her pants and panties, all of which she seemed oblivious to.

"Easy," he said, letting his erect cock rise to her exposed vagina. "You get it straight from the source. Straight from the teat." He quickly plunged his dick into the barista. The fog cleared from her eyes at the penetration, instantly realizing what was happening. Aiden didn't bother covering her mouth though, he just fucked her hard, the brutal pace killing any noise Chelsea might have made. Her mouth hung open in shock and pleasure as her body reacted to the cock inside her and the virus began infiltrating her body.

Aiden didn't bother to pace himself, letting his mind slip away as his instincts took over. He grunted with every thrust, not caring if the girl he was fucking was enjoying it or not. He needed to get off, to assert his place as the peak of the food chain, and he had the perfect pussy to do it in. He picked up speed, sensing his release coming. He didn't try to hold it back, instead pounding Chelsea faster to maximize his pleasure. He came within minutes, his virus-filled jizz painting the barista's insides white.

Chelsea herself didn't have a chance to figure out if she liked being rutted before Aiden had picked up his pace and cum. Her mind just accepted it, the virus altering her helpful nature into a desire to serve, regardless of how 'serve' might be defined. She embraced her new role and felt her chest tingling. Her perky tits gained mass, sloping as they changed to hefty orbs. She could feel something deep in the tissue as a part of her body came alive, making her breasts expand even more as they filled rapidly.

She instinctively reached under her shirt to massage the sensitive flesh, gasping in surprise as she felt a release and a spurt of liquid in her hand. She brought it up to her face, looking at the pale fluid before tasting it, her tongue confirming what she already suspected.

"It's milk," she said with wonder, pulling her now too small bra out of her shirt and tossing it in the trash. "And it's delicious. My milk is delicious."

"I told you it was best fresh," Aiden said, pulling his dick out of her fuck hole, a bit of his cum dribbling out. "Make sure to use that for your latte's from now on. Your business will boom." 'And the virus will spread even further,' he thought, casually buttoning up his pants again as Chelsea continued to squeeze her larger tits, milk squirting from her nipples to decorate the kitchen. Aiden swooped down and sucked on one of them hard, tasting the delicious flavor. Chelsea, completely unprepared, orgasmed immediately, the pleasure from draining her breasts sending her into euphoria. "Not bad," Aiden said, licking the remainders from his lips as he left the kitchen and the new milk machine behind.

He collected Grace from the front of the cafe, kissing her deeply and letting her taste some of the barista's milk, both of them savoring the flavor of milk and each other's mouths. "Mmm, delicious," Grace said, licking the corners of his mouth to catch any droplets that had escaped. "I bet it's even better straight from the source. Maybe I should go have a taste for myself..." she trailed off, taking a step back towards the cafe.