Slutty Barista x2

The blond barista put on her signature bright smile. She was one of those girls you couldn’t be entirely sure if their smile were genuine.

“That’s not quite true,” she corrected my assumption. “My little sister, Alli, is in the back room. But Yeah! I expected today would be a slow day. The day after New Year's always is!”

There were a couple of bar stools at the counter, so I strode over and sat to get closer to Audrey. “I can see that. It was tough for me to get to work and get my crew started up today.” I said while getting comfortable on the squeaky stool. “I’d imagine most people are just lucky to get to work on time today. No time for a coffee shop.”

Audrey went back to cleaning up behind the bar as we talked. “I know I wasn’t ready to get up here at 5:00 AM!” She laughed.

I laughed politely, but I was well past small talk. I grabbed my little magnet tool and pointed it at the barista. She quickly stood up and walked around the counter until her flat stomach contacted the end of the tool.

“Did you need something, Tom?” She asked.

“Yes, well, no… It’s more of a suggestion.” I spoke with a mischievous glint in my eye while reaching for my hammer and chisel. “You should close up the shop since it’s so dead here. Let me stay, of course. You really like it when I’m around… In fact, you’ll happily let me do anything while I’m here. Even touch you if I want.” I gave her three taps with the mallet just as her brow crinkled. I returned the mallet and magnet to my belt.

“Good idea, Tom!” she gasped as if I had given her a revelation. She basically skipped to the door to lock it and flick off the “open” sign.

The pretty blond then began wiping off and stacking chairs, apparently going through the motions of closing the shop early. Watching her hard at work gave me an idea, though. With my hammer and chisel and hand, I went up to her and asked, “This place must be very important to you. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen someone as young as you own a shop like this.”

“This little shop is my world, pretty much. I opened it five years ago, just after high school.” She smiled with nostalgia as she spoke loudly over the clattering of chairs. “My parents gave me money to go to college… you can imagine their surprise when I told them I used it as a down payment on this tiny place.”

I listened intently and began helping her with the last few chairs.

“As you can see, my dream worked out pretty well. I’ve already paid off the building, and I’m saving up to expand into downtown,” she continued. “My parents still won’t speak to me, but god, I wish I could see their faces when my little sister Rachel tells them she dropped out last semester and is going to work here too!”

Audrey rubbed her hands together after we finished the tables. She made a beeline for the espresso machine to start cleaning it up.

“So, I guess this place is kind of a symbol of freedom and an expression of your personality?” I queried the hardworking girl.

“Oh, absolutely! Everything in here I built myself… Wha?!…” she began before I interrupted her by chiseling on her forehead.

Using the chisel was a bit different than the hammer. I didn’t have to say anything. I could simply feel what I needed to break apart. With squinted eyes, I chiseled away at her ownership of the cafe. It took several blows, but I soon felt the rubble fall out of her mind and recoalesce in mine. It was a strange feeling. In an instant, I knew I truly owned the shop. My name was on the deed, and Audrey had a lease agreement with both of our signatures on it. Very little changed inside the cafe. A few things shifted position an inch or two. It was subtle, but it almost looked like Audrey carried herself with just a little less confidence.

I hypothesized that the chisel took the path of least resistance to change reality. The timeline had been more or less preserved. I had a few memories of cashing extra checks, paying for some repairs, and spending a bit more time on taxes, but it was all minimal.

“So what were you saying about this place being a symbol of freedom and self-expression for you?“ I asked again. “Sorry, I got distracted!”

“No worries, Mr. Livingston.” She said respectfully. “I just said that this place is very dear to me. I’m happy I found you to help me build my dream.”

I smirked at how much less independence her words portrayed this time. I wanted to take more from her. Make her entirely dependent on me, but I needed to be careful. The uncertainty of the chisel’s retroactive reality edits was alarming. I resigned myself to using it only after considerable thought was given to the possible consequences. There were other ways to use the chisel, though. It was able to transfer ownership “effective immediately” instead of retroactively. It could also just straight up delete or reduce ownership of something.

I focused on several ideas and ideals in her mind. I chiseled away about 3/4 of her independent drive, all of her respect for feminism and equality for women, and 3/4 of her distrust and resistance to authority.

Suddenly, she turned and smiled brightly at me like she was letting me know I had her full attention and cleaning the shop could wait.

“So, what do you think about the future of your little cafe?” I asked the smiling blond.

“Oh, I wouldn’t know Mr. Livingston…” she said quietly. “I have an idea… but it’s silly, and I couldn’t do it myself.”

“That’s ok!” I reassured her, “I promise I won’t laugh.”

Audrey knocked on the door to the office and called her sister out. Alli quickly stepped out of the office with a questioning look on her face. Her confusion cleared when she saw me, though. “Oh! You must be Tom!” She chirped before her sister lightly elbowed her. “Sorry, I meant Mr. Livingston… I’m Alli.”

“It’s so nice to finally meet you, Alli,” I said while looking the young blond up and down. She looked just like Audrey probably did at her age. Curvy. Cute. Sexy. Youthful. “I think your sister was about to get around to asking me if you can work here full time and then transition into asking me about opening a second coffee shop downtown.”

“H-How did you know?” Audrey asked in surprise.

“Because it makes sense, and I keep a close eye on my business,” I said. “I’ve seen Alli helping you out some and hanging out here. Alli, you’re hired effective right now if you want the job. And Audrey, we will see about the second location after seeing how Alli does for a while.”

The girls both smiled and thanked me, but I wasn’t listening anymore. “I do need a couple of things from both of you,” I said while flipping the hammer in my hand. “First, I want to put you two through some training. Second, I want to update the uniforms a bit.”

I yanked the flashlight out of my tool belt and flicked it on. The two girls instantly fell under its mesmerizing effect.

The girls received what was quickly becoming my standard induction package. This entailed an extensively enhanced libido, significantly increased resting mental arousal level, a 600% increase in resting physical arousal, a 50% reduction in willpower, an enlarged clit, and a few other goodies.

I was unusually excited to get to the physical changes, so I sped through my additional edits. Getting a bit creative, though, I standardized their entire bodies to a 3/10 sensitivity. This meant each and every part of their body was as sexually sensitive as their aroused nipples had been. After that bulk edit, I went back and adjusted their pussies, ass, and tits to be just a point or two higher than they were before.

I skipped the urge screwdriver for another time and pulled out the tape measure and caliper. “Girls, strip for me,” I commanded the mesmerized blondes. “Leave your apron on, though, Audrey.”

While the girls obediently disrobed, I grabbed an extra apron and gave it to Alli to put on. Soon, both girls stood before me in nothing but white aprons. I made a few minor changes with the tape measure to make the aprons more sexy; then, I thinned the material some with the caliper.

I stood back and admired the slutty baristas. Suddenly, it hit me. Alli looked so similar to Audrey. If it weren’t for the age gap and a few easily fixable items, they would probably have made for passable twins. In a series of carefully orchestrated enhancements, I began making it so. First, I used the sander to drop Audrey’s physical age by five years to meet her sister’s 19 years, and then I scaled her body down slightly to meet Ali’s height and frame.

After giving them matching double-D tits, tighter waists, and bigger asses, they looked positively identical where it counted. Using the paint gun, I matched their pale skin and gave them matching red lipstick, brilliant blue eyes, and almost platinum blonde hair.

Surveying my work once again, I mumbled, “shit, I accidentally made bimbos.” Part of me considered inching them away from the bimbo stereotype. It wouldn’t have taken much. Dirtier blond hair, a few tweaks to makeup and body measurements, and I’d have some smoking hot “girl-next-door” blondes on my hands. However, a louder voice told me to milk the stereotype. I listened to that voice.

With the multimeter, I grabbed both girls' current IQ numbers. Audrey was a respectable 122, and Alli was still above average at 113. With the rejuvenator in hand, I took advantage of its alternate function for the first time. With slow circular strokes on Audrey’s forehead, I smoothed her brain little by little. The numbers ticked down one by one. Even mesmerized by the illuminator’s purple glow, her cobalt blue eyes seemed to dull and betray her increasing stupidity.

I stopped at 85. I still needed her to be able to at least somewhat function as a barista. 85 was well below average intelligence, though, and significantly dumber than she had been. I gave Alli the same treatment. Both of these bimbos would have struggled to get their high school diplomas under perfect conditions. With their current libidos, they would have had no chance.

“Alright, girls! It’s almost time for your new lives.” I sang out excitedly. “Just listen carefully while I knock some information into those empty little heads.”

With the mallet armed and ready, I began training my new bimbos.

“You girls may be dumb, ditzy, bimbos, but you have been observant enough to piece together one inescapable truth. You were always meant to be my eager bimbo fucktoys. You know this in your soul. Why else would you be constantly horny, utterly and exclusively attracted and in love with me, dumb as rocks, and completely obedient to me?”

I gave the girls four taps each.

“You will both pay very close attention when customers order drinks and be able to focus all of your intelligence when doing math and other work-related tasks.”

Four taps.

“You will love sharing me with as many women as I want, including each other since it makes me happy. You’ll find it perfectly normal and understandable that so many women will want to be with me. In fact, you’d find it impossible to imagine why any woman I’m attracted to wouldn’t be **** to be my obedient fucktoys like you are.”

Three taps.

“You will feel an intense burst of pleasure and love anytime I tell you to do something. The pleasure and love will make your mind foggy, and you will automatically and instantly obey. You are also entirely gullible to me. No matter what I tell you, you’ll believe it wholeheartedly.”

I gave them four final taps and turned off the illuminator’s entrancing beam.

Both girls shivered and swayed slightly. I’m sure their minds were working hard to reconcile the changes to their bodies and beliefs. Soon though, both girls gasped as they registered my existence, and their compromised brains told them just how attractive I was and how right it was to be my fucktoys.

“Audrey, you umm… you didn’t, like, tell me that our boss was sooooo hot!” Alli playfully scolded her sister.

“I wanted him… uh, to myself!” She shot back.

“You just knew he’d want the younger… hotter sister!” Alli said with a glare.

“Girls, Girls! Don’t you remember? You are twins! That means you are equally hot and the same age,” I corrected their gullible minds. “Besides, I bet there’s a voice in your head screaming right now that you’d love to share me with each other.”

They didn’t respond immediately; they just looked at each other and nodded dumbly in agreement. I didn’t feel like waiting for them to speak anyway. Instead, I squeezed their nearly nude bodies against mine and kissed them hungrily.

“Both of you bend over the bar,” I ordered the girls. “Beg me to fuck you.”

Audrey and Alli had different ideas on begging, but I wasn’t listening anyway. My pants fell to the floor the instant the “twins” bent over and spread their legs for me. I couldn’t have teased them if I wanted to. I slipped into Alli’s wet nubile cunt first and enjoyed her squeaks of pleasure. “Oh GOD! Please don’t stop! Dontstopdontstop!”

I pulled out of her quivering cunt the instant she started cumming. With my cock wet with her sister’s juices, I bottomed out into Audrey’s pussy with little resistance. As Audrey screamed in pleasure, her twin collapsed to the ground due to her orgasm coupled with the sudden emptiness of her needy cunt.

I enjoyed cycling between the two bimbos for several minutes before I was ready for something different. The girls' eyes wantonly followed me as I strode to the other side of the cafe. I pulled down a chair and sat before waving the girls over.

The bimbos hurried from behind the bar with their enhanced tits bouncing heavily. I motioned for them to stop right before me. “Why don’t you be good little baristas and ask me what I’d like?”

“C-Can we… like… get you something, sir?” Audrey asked for both of them.

“Yes. Could I get two blonde sluts and a double blowjob?” I crudely asked while stroking my slick cock.

“Uh… YES, SIR, I-I’ll get that started for you!” Audrey dropped to her knees instantly. Alli didn’t understand. Her sister yanked her down to her knees in response to her delay, though.

Soon they were taking turns eagerly licking and sucking my dick. The bulk improvement in their sexual sensitivity made sucking me very pleasurable. Not to the **** of Callie, but I could still tell they were pretty happy on their knees for me.

“Good girls!” I praised my new toys. “You girls would love sucking and licking me at the same time more though. I bet you’ve been dying to kiss each other around my cock.“

The girls didn’t respond, though a slight shiver went through their bodies. The gullibility command I had given them **** their minds to rewire enough to accept the undeniable truth. They had been genuinely dying to kiss each other around my cock.

The girls both immediately dove for either side of my cock. They moaned and kissed my cock and each other with **** passion. Thoughts of taboo or shame were buried beneath the weight of their combined need.

I felt like a king. I grasped the blondes by a tangle of their combined hair and guided their mouths however I pleased. I knew they loved every second of it. They had to.

Suddenly, things changed though. The sound of a lock turning overshadowed the sexy moans of my companions. The door opened. It was the maroon-haired demoness from the antique store.

“It’s you? Really!?” She exclaimed in surprise. Before raising an eyebrow at the unbothered twin sluts between my legs. “You did this with the fucking toolbox? You must be crafty… I have to give you that. But I’m afraid you’ve definitely managed to get more than what your soul paid for. You’re coming with me.”

She raised her fist at me. A sapphire ring on her finger began to glow. A beam of light suddenly hit me square in the forehead. It all went black.