Actually, Megan wants to know if they're hiring

I looked over Julia's body enviously. I wasn't sure whether I wanted to fuck her more than I wanted to be her.

Her figure was plump and strong, thicc thighs meeting at birthing hips and a bouncy ass. Her waist tapered to the gentle curves of her tummy before her udders dominated her chest. Even the sleek muscle of her arms was cute. Her face fell into a natural smirk, hazel eyes partially hidden by a curtain of black silk, completed by her ears and stubby horns.

I felt like a short and pudgy gremlin compared to her. After a second spent gathering my courage, I asked, "Ah- uhm. Actually. I was hoping to, maybe, see about getting tits like– I mean. Getting hired as a MilkyMaid?" Woo! I did it!

Julia began to laugh, huge tits wobbling gloriously. I wilted in my seat and my mouth opened to say something– only for a droplet of chocolate milk to land on my tongue. Mmmh!

After a few seconds Julia calmed down. Wiping at a tear, she said, "Sorry hun, I –hehee!– shouldn't have laughed like that. It's just," she pulled her phone from a side pouch, "like a month ago I was in your exact position!" She showed me a picture of a chubby Latina with limp hair and stubborn acne poorly hidden by too much foundation.

I gaped in awe, eyes flicking between chubby geek to fertility goddess and back. Holy shit I want that!

I blushed when Julia smiled at me, I said that out loud! "I mean, will I need to speak to a manager? For an interview or something?"

Julia waved a hand towards the redhead barista at the counter. "Rebecca up there is the supervisor this morning, just talk to her and she'll decide on if you make the cut to be a MilkyMaid!" She crossed her arms beneath her tits proudly. "I look forward to working with you! Did you want anything to drink real quick? On the house." Her tits jiggled enticingly.

"Um, I'll try your chocolate milk?" There were suddenly arms clutching my head and tits in my face. Cool, sweet, chocolatey milk flooded my mouth. I swallowed reflexively and groaned at the feeling, my hands began to squeeze her warm flesh as I sucked~

A minute, an hour, a bare handful of seconds of bliss later, I returned to the world.

A hand patted me on the head. "Yeah, first time's a doozy. Rebecca will call you in a minute. Good luck!" Julia left at a trot. I dazedly watched her go before shaking myself. The Rulebook!

I sighed in relief when it was still there, innocently on the table. This thing was amazing and very, very dangerous. I could easily give myself an ideal body, become a goddess of lewd debauchery in minutes, and so could anyone else who got their hands on this. But that was kind of boring wasn't it? I wanted to savor this.

With sweet chocolate on my tongue, I wrote.

[Old Rule: The current Writer in the Rulebook can place the Book in a pocket dimension only they can access. The Writer can store the Book for a specific length of time when they can't use it unless they are in danger.]

[Old Rule: At any time I, Megan Green, Writer of the Rules. Can stop time and summon the Rulebook to my hand, along with a pencil.]

There! Now I don't have to worry about losing this thing.

I restrained myself from writing anymore rules. I knew I could spend hours closing loopholes and setting up contingencies, until I strangled any fun or risk out of this.

With a second of focus and a faint fwoosh the Rulebook vanished. Inaccessible for the next twenty-four hours unless I really needed it. I allowed myself a moment of pride.

At the counter, a new barista took Rebecca's place. Rebecca looked over to me and smiled, beckoning with a hand.

My chair screeched on the floor as I scurried over to her, blushing with an eager smile.

I was gonna be a MilkyMaid! It felt like I had wanted this for years, not written it up half an hour ago. Only, both things were true now weren't they? The MilkyMaid Cafe™ had been an institution in this town as long as anyone could remember. Former MilkyMaids were everywhere, neighbors and mothers of my friends were MilkyMaids. Even my favorite teacher in school, Mrs.Fletcher, had hooves and milky tits. Though, I had never heard of any of them leaving town for elsewhere.

My growing headache at the conflicting memories vanished when Rebecca shook my hand and introduced herself. Gameface on!

"So, I hear you want to be a MilkyMaid?"

"Yes!" I squeaked.

"Follow me." The barista-turned-cowgirl opened a door to a hallway. Eeee! I couldn't wait!