Lemonade, That Cool, Refreshing Drink

(Originally posted by Catfish)

The thought of cheerleaders made Barry's decision easy. Becky's high school was just a few blocks away, so he decided to walk in case he saw anything of interest on the way.

He drastically improved an elderly neighbor's flower beds, but nothing much else seemed to need his attention as he strolled down the suburban sidewalks, so his thoughts started to turn to what he might do to Becky and the rest of the cheerleader squad.

"Would you like some lemonade, mister?"

A girl's voice brought him out of his reverie. He stopped to see two young girls, one blonde and one brunette, looking at him expectantly, sitting in folding chairs behind a card table with a pitcher and some plastic cups. A handwritten posterboard sign attached to the table read "LEMONADE 50¢."

"Sure," replied Barry. He made a show of digging into his pocket, but he just conjured up two quarters and handed them to the blonde girl, as the brunette poured him a cup of the yellow liquid.

"Thank you, mister," said the blonde. "You're the first one to stop today."

"Business isn't very good, huh?" he asked as he took the cup.

The brunette shook her head. "No, and we wanted to go to the water park before it closes for the winter, but our parents don't want to pay for us to go!"

"That's too bad," Barry said sympathetically. He took a big gulp and almost spat it out, given that it was obviously made from some generic drink mix, and was closer to lukewarm than cold.

"I'll tell you what, girls," he said. "I'll see what I can do to help improve your business. One thing I could do is make it hotter so there's more demand, but I like the weather the way it is today and don't want to accidentally cause any weird global warming issues."

The girls looked confused, and Barry continued. "And I could make it so you have a self-refilling pitcher of the best-ever fresh-squeezed lemonade that magically stays cold -- but even still, you're competing against the convenience store a few blocks away, and even with whatever people may already have in their fridges. So what we really need to do is attract people here some other way, and the key is the two of you."

The girls looked at each other. The blonde asked, "So should we be yelling, or --"

"No, we don't want to disturb the peace," said Barry. "The two of you just need to be more attractive and welcoming."

"You mean we should smile bigger?" asked the brunette.

"That could work," said Barry. "But this calls for something more drastic. It's probably going to be mostly guys who would be willing to stop here, so let's see what we can do for them. And the number-one thing that attracts them is breasts. Big ones."

"But we don't --" the blonde started to say, but both she and her friend must have felt the growth, because they looked down to see their T-shirts bulging outward as their flat chests swelled to sizes that would have been big even on an adult woman. The shirts were stretched enough that their areolae were visible through the thin fabric.

Barry was briefly concerned that they might run or call for another adult, or that one was watching through the window, so he quickly used his powers to eliminate those concerns. "You're right, and I'll deal with that soon. For now, though, just in case guys tear their eyes away from your boobs, I'll also make your faces more attractive."

He did so, watching as freckles disappeared, cheekbones became higher, chins rounded off, noses shrank, eyes widened, and even eyebrows reshaped themselves. The relatively minor changes added up, and they'd gone from cute to beautiful.

"And I'll enhance them with makeup, too," he said, and their faces were instantly painted thickly in colorful shades that Barry ensured would be magically permanent. The girls looked back at each other, scarcely recognizing themselves.

"Your hair could be more attractive also," Barry pointed out. They'd both had fairly straight hair down to their shoulders, but now it thickened and formed into waves as it grew down their backs. The blonde's hair lightened to a platinum color as it gained volume to frame her face; the brunette's hair darkened to nearly black as it styled itself into a high ponytail.

"Now I'll deal with your clothes and shoes," said Barry. "Those T-shirts, jeans, and sneakers aren't as attractive as they could be." In a brief instant, both girls were in halter tops that showed off their nearly-impossible cleavage, ruffled microskirts, and platform heels.

"Some accessories would make you more attractive, too," Barry said, and the girls suddenly wore a fair amount of jewelry, including bracelets, rings, dangling earrings, and even navel piercings.

He briefly -- very briefly -- thought about leaving the girls this way, but instead he said, "You'd be attractive to some guys like this, but I think a lot of others would be kind of creeped out, so I'm going to have to do this."

The girls felt themselves stretching in all directions as their bodies matured, limbs lengthening, hips widening, already-altered facial features being reshaped, and their newly acquired clothes and shoes growing to fit.

Barry noticed that with the older bodies had come some stubble on the girls' legs and noticeable downy hair on the brunette's arms; without saying anything, he eliminated their body hair completely.

"There, I think you're both as attractive as I can possibly make you," said Barry. "But now that you're like this -- I think you can make the lemonade sales even more attractive -- even charge a lot more for it -- if you throw in a premium."

The girls were still examining their enlarged bodies. "Um, what?" asked the blonde. Her voice remained somewhat childlike.

"An extra item that you're giving away free with purchase," explained Barry. "And the stand would also be more attractive if you had a better sign, that tells what the giveaway item is." He held up a new piece of posterboard that he'd conjured up, this one with professionally printed text reading "LEMONADE $20 - Includes a Free Blowjob."

The brunette started to ask, "What's a --" Just then, though, the two girls' brains were flooded with sexual knowledge; they suddenly knew as much as longtime prostitutes, and knew it about as well as they knew their names and home addresses.

"Wow, that's a really great idea," said the blonde, licking her plump lips, which did nothing to disturb the wet-looking gloss that permanently covered them.

"Yeah, the grass is gonna be soft on our knees," pointed out the brunette, nodding to the lawn behind them, causing her ponytail to swing enticingly. "Thanks so much for all this."

"You're welcome," said Barry, magically putting the new sign into its place, taped to the front of the card table. "I'm sure you'll be attracting so many customers now, you'll have enough money for those waterpark tickets in no time." With a thought, Barry ensured there would be more traffic than usual on this suburban side street today, and made what they were doing completely legal and accepted.

"Waterpark? What? I've been wanting a Gucci purse," said the blonde.

"And some Manolos," said the brunette.

"And some diamonds."

"Ooh, we could upgrade your computer setup and do some cam shows."

"Oh, and are we ever gonna get our clitties pierced?"

Barry turned and walked away from the lemonade stand, letting the altered girls continue to talk about what they'd do with the money that would soon be rolling in for "lemonade."