Sex and Milk and Neon Hair Dye, Oh My

Isabelle gasps in surprise and Jenny slaps her forehead in irritation as Sydney gleefully overdoses on her own magic milk, the barista already beginning to transform right before your eyes. Whelp, looks like this is happening. You push your chair away from the table to get a better view of the girl's body as it changes. Might as well get a good look.

God, this is happening fast. Did she even, like, try to pass the test? You have an immediate flash of Sydney turning in her paper with zero questions answered and doodles of stick figures with absurd breasts filling the margins. You figure that's probably pretty close to what happened, sighing as the girl's lips visibly plump around the bottle she's still ravenously draining. She was definitely cute before, though you'd have to admit that personality went a long way towards getting her there. Now though? You watch in somewhat grudging fascination as her face twitches in a series of almost comically minor alterations, slightly bigger eyes here, a more gracefully curved jawline there, the faintest shift in her brow, and have to admit that the previously pleasant-looking girl is now a punky little goddamn fox.

She moans around gulps of milk as her scrawny body joins in on the fun, subtly filling out and reshaping. Her once bony legs lengthen and tone while her waist pinches in ever so slightly as Sydney the Stick becomes Sydney the Astonishingly Sexy Stick, her figure that could have formerly been perfectly captured using a ruler now a spunky canvas of delicate curves. She's like some sort of perfect scene lolita now or something, Jesus. You'd almost thought that she was done when Sydney drops the empty bottle to the table and thrusts both hands under her apron, groaning in delight as thrusts out her still flat chest. Oh right, you almost forgot. Her breasts.

You blink and almost miss it. One second, her fingers are caressing nothing. And then, blam. Boobs. Cute little mounds that wobble around as Sydney squeals and shimmies her shoulders, fat nipples furiously tenting her thin top. She's more than slender enough that even this relatively small growth would draw plenty of appreciative looks, but they don't stop there. Sydney's modest breasts pulse and swell under her worshipful hands, already bubbling past 'boobs' and well on their way to 'goddamn tits'. She pouts as her breasts abruptly lift, her straining nipples vanishing from sight as a big black brassiere materializes to support her still growing rack. The heavily burdened bra audibly groans as it does its best to keep up with Sydney's supernatural expansion, frantically adding buckles and shoulder straps and billowing out its already huge cups as more and more boobflesh pours out from her. The girl shrieks in delight as her outplayed undergarment apparently gives up, her now prominent nipples making their triumphant reappearance as it sucks into itself to become the briefest of open cup shelf bras. Her zebra striped knit top, already tight on Sydney before, has been **** to slide so far up her smooth little tummy that it's dangerously close to flashing underboob. The barista takes hold of both of her throbbing teats and gives them a strong tweak, squeezing her thighs together as hard as she can as she cries out in release, her now huge breasts shuddering on her entirely overmatched little chest.

Wow. Fucking wow. She's huge. Not as big as you though. You're fucking sure of that. She's close, a little too close actually, but you're confident that you're still--

Your self-congratulatory appraisal of Sydney's growth dies an ignominious **** as she snatches up the coffee with the single drop of milk, greedily sucking it down as well. She squeezes her eyes together, a tiny whimper slipping past her fat lips, and her chest rounds out by another inch with a quivering gurgle.

...okay, sure. She's as big as you are. So fucking what, big deal; she's not so great.

-smaller bandsize means her actual cup size would be-

Shut the FUCK UP, little voice.

Sydney shudders as she slowly opens her eyes, staring at the three of you in a blissful daze. "Oh, omigod...guys, I mean. Whoa. Dudes." Well, she still sounds the same. She lowers her bleary gaze and shrieks in sheer joy as she finds herself lost in a sea of distended clothes and the tits that fill them to bursting, her apron straining around her prodigious chest and her knit top stretched so thin that her gorgeously tanned frontage is entirely visible. Her hands shoot up to squish her outstandingly fat rack into her petite little chest as she babbles in wordless delight that only grows more intense as she attempts and fails to hoist up her abundance of tit.

Isabelle clears her throat, utterly beet red as she tries to collect herself. "Um, so...I guess you failed?"

Sydney blows a raspberry at that, jiggling her ponderous boobs at the suddenly even redder cheerleader. "Uh, does it look like I failed? I mean, yeah; I totally did. But I wanted to!"

Jenny's face turns incredulous as releases the handful of her own hair she'd clutched during the newly christened cow's transformation. "What? Why though?"

"Uh, it's obvious isn't it? I'm not cut out for, like, responsibilities an' junk! I just wanna have fun!"--she gives her vast boobs another squeeze--"And now I'm so much fun."

Isabelle frowns sadly. "How could it be worth it? I mean, don't you feel...dumber now?"

Sydney considers that, thoughtfully cradling her breasts in her arms to bounce them up and down. "Umm...that's a pretty hard question to answer. I don't feel dumber? I actually feel sorta smarter."

Your two friends share a look of disbelief. "What? Really?"

Sydney nods, emerald green eyes shining brightly. "Yeah, kinda! I mean, maybe overall I'm a liiiiiitle bit dumber. But! I sorta think I'm wasting way less of what brain I've got on stupid stuff. I dunno, I used to spend so much time thinking about if boys would ever like me, or if I had already wasted my life or whatever, and it's not like I had all that much brain to go around to start with." She grins again, giving the flabbergasted cheerleaders a wink. "Now I'm not blowing out my brain budget on stuff that's, like, dumb or I can't change or whatever, and I can spend way more of it on thinking about fun stuff! And then doing fun stuff! Hooray~!"

Wow. Jessie had retained the whole 'being a piece of shit' thing when she was changed, but she's a pretty definitively different person than Jesse was. Sydney on the other hand still seems to fundamentally be herself. A version of herself double-dipped in pure Sex, but still. Maybe it's because she submitted willingly to the whole 'docile cow' thing? Or maybe it's just because, unlike your cousin, she's not a for real piece of shit. You may never know.

Jenny stares at Sydney for a long moment, then sighs and extends her hand. "Whatever. Give me your phone so I can put my info into it. I guess we're going to be seeing a lot more of each other."

The spunky girl gives a cheer that devolves into a pleased giggle as she has to navigate around her own mountainous boobs to pull her phone from her apron pocket, the device boasting a predictably spider-webbed screen and plastered in colorful stickers. She seems to notice you for the first time as Jenny begins tapping her way into the contacts' list, letting out a gasp as she sizes up your own overflowing breasts. "Omigod, Ash! Your boobs! My boobs! Our boobs, Ash!!!"

You do your best not to sound petulant. "Yes."

She slides her chair next to yours and throws a slender arm around your shoulders, 'ooo'ing in amazement as the motion sets both massive pairs of breasts jostling mightily against her other. "We're, like, titty twins!"

Your tiny **** smile is becoming a lot less ****. It's so fucking hard to stay mad at her, even if she did cheat to catch up to your empirically superior girls. And you can't help giggling a little at the way the two of you bounce and jiggle off of one another, like one of those office clacky ball things but fucking sexy. "Yeah, Sydney. I guess we are."

"We should make shirts! We can wear the same size now!" She cuts off mid stream, squinting down at your heavy chest. "Wait. Actually, am I maybe a little--?"

"No."--you cut her off immediately, eyes flaring with righteous finality--"No you are not."

"'Kay!" Sydney's adorably irresistible face splits in a Grinch-like grin as an idea flits across her milk-forged mind. "Oooo, Ash! You should come with me to the Braingasm show this Friday! I'm gonna flash Jason so hard that I bet I can short out his mike!"

Jenny coughs, an eyebrow cocked as she reads something on Sydney's phone. "Uh, I'm guessing 'Jason' is in Braingasm or whatever?"

Sydney's face lights up. "Yeah! Omigod, how did you know? Are you a fan too?!"

"What? No, I bet they're terrible." Sydney sticks her tongue out as Jenny indicates an entry in the girl's contact list. "There's a contact listed here as 'Jason-Braingasm'?"

Sydney knits her eyebrows together, glancing your way in confusion. Oh, you know what this is. "Right, we didn't mention. The milk doesn't just change you, it also changes your history. Like, you aren't suddenly a fire-hot scene waif attached to a pair of watermelons, the magic changed reality so you naturally grew up that way. There are going to be some things different in your life now, beyond all your tops being stretched to the breaking point."

The transformed barista lets that sink in. "So...Sexy Me has the lead singer of Braingasm's phone number?!"

Jenny has been flipping through contacts this entire time. "There are a bunch of names with bands attached here, I think. 'Zane-Ruination'? 'Freddie-Underkill'?" She squints at the screen. "Like...five different guys in something called 'Catvolver'? "

Sydney gasps, clutching her hands to her mouth. "Really?! I love all of those bands!"

Your friend clicks on a the first entry, recoiling in brief shock before righting herself. "Uh, and I guess the contact photo is you sucking this dude's dick?!"

"Really?!?!" Sydney snatches the phone and, sure enough, right under the title 'Jason-Braingasm' is a selfie of Sydney, fishnet top pulled up to reveal 'BRAIN' and "GASM' written in Sharpie across her huge tanned breasts as she flashes a V for Victory with one hand and guides a thrilled looking penis into her plush mouth with the other. Sydney sucks in a comically long gasp as her eyes all but burst out of her skull, trying to show you the picture and point to herself and mime the blowjob she's giving all at once and failing completely.

Deep in the throes of her excitement, she taps the contact with one neon tipped finger and lifts it impatiently to her ear, hunched over with excitement. She doesn't have to wait long, her call being answered before the first ring had even finished. You can't make out exactly what is said on the other end? Other than he sounds almost desperately excited. "Jason?! Hey~! It's Sydney!" The girl takes a moment to cup her hand over the phone, mouthing 'omigod' to you before returning to her call with a wickedly hopeful grin. "So hey, um, do you want to come over and fuck me later? Really?! Omigod, awe~some! See you soon, *mwah!*" As she blows a farewell kiss into the phone, you can practically hear this Jason guy frantically starting his car on the other side of the call. Jesus. The New Sydney Munroe does not fuck around when it comes to fucking around.

Sydney ends the call, carefully sets down her phone, then erupts in a gleeful little victory dance where she sits that sends her brightly colored hair and oversized boobs wobbling all over the place. She laughs in complete satisfaction as she blows her crimson locks out of her face and steadies her earthquaking chest with an arm. "Guys. Guys. This is, like...this is just, like, everything you guys. So, um, hey! I gotta go see a man about a fuck, but before I split how about we do the thing!"

Jenny furrows her brow, glancing at you in hopes that you're better equipped to translate Sydney's peppy ramblings. "What's the thing?"

"You know. Magic!" She shifts aside her overmatched apron, revealing two buttoned flaps sewn into her equally overmatched top that weren't there before, her fat nipples deeply testing said buttons' holding power. "I totally get that this isn't a one way type deal. You guys take care of me, and I help you do your stuff! Your magic stuff!" She carefully pops one button, cooing as a large amount of deliciously soft boob mushrooms out, topped by a large, lightly throbbing nipple. She gives her teat a little tweak, then carefully places one hand on top and the other below her enormous breast. The girl sucks in a breath as she carefully massages down on her shuddering breast, then lets out a hum of satisfaction as a stream of sparkling milk spurts from her quivering bud to splash against the table. "Whoops! Shoulda grabbed a cup or something. But yeah! Show me what you've got!"

The three of you stare down at the puddle of milk as it shimmers on the table, pearlescent in the soft glow of Bad Starbucks. In all of today's excitement, you almost forgot that you still hadn't tried using whatever your new powers actually were. You have no idea how they work, what they do, or what sort of consequences they could have. Even after all of the insane shit the three of you have seen, it's pretty intimidating.

You, Jenny and Isabelle catch each others eyes, then share a nod. Let's do some fuckin' Magic.