The rest of the bar.

Morgana pondered exactly how they should let everyone know of todays events. She turned to Charlie, an idea forming in her head. "I'm going to ask Todd if he has any post-it notes in his office." Charlie pushed her enhanced chest together, clearly teasing Morgana like usual, still obviously having the hots for the pornstar goth. "Uh-huh. You do that. I'm gonna find some hotty to fuck. Maybe record it too and make some quick cash." Morgana tattered away, her botty jiggling in her mesh stockings as she pushed through the crowd in the bar and headed towards the back. Her semi-nude body brushed up plenty against total strangers, causing even more obvious stares. At one point Morgana had to even stop and slap a clearly drunk guy who got a little too hands on. "Back off, cunt. I'm a pornstar, not a whore." The guy looked shocked and didn't even have a chance to reply before Morgana blended into the crowd. She sighed in relief as she made it backstage where there were way fewer people. She knocked on the door to Todds office. No reply. She shrugged and turned the handle, opening the door to an empty office. "The fat fuck isn't even in...I guess that makes this even easier." The goth starts to search for anything remotely resembling post-it notes on Todd's desk. This proved to be more difficult than she thought. He wasn't exactly well organized when it came to office equipment. The establishment wasn't exactly legal so paperwork wasn't his strong suit.

A couple of minutes of pulling out drawers onto the floor and swatting away stacks of paper without care Morgana finally finds a stack of post-it notes hidden underneath some notepads. "There we are..." Morgana looked at the post-it notes as she brought up her memetic note. Comparing them. A strange sensation formed in her mind. Her note was special, different. She didn't know why, it just was. This fact didn't bother her, in fact it made her feel powerful. She felt an urge growing in her fingers as they itched. She had to do something. Without much thought the most natural thing followed. She put her stolen note right on top of the stack of blank post-it notes and waited a couple seconds. "Hmmm...what about..." Testing to see if anything had happened she pulled the stolen note off and the note underneath now also read, "I am a pornstar...perfect. It worked. Time to start advertising myself." Morgana walked around the bar, putting up her reality altering notes all over. She put some by the bar, by the stage, backstage, in the toilets, right by the entrance. She made sure that everybody should see her notes and realize Morgana is the best pornstar around. At least that was her hope.

By the time she had circled around the entire bar she figured she should find Charlie again. Unfortunately the girl seemed to be nowhere to be found. This usually meant the lesbian pornstar has found herself a girl and pulled them away to her secret room. Morgana pushed past the crowd once more and headed towards a secluded part of the bar not many knew even existed. Opening a door to a small closet and finding exactly what she expected. Charlie had pulled down her bra and had some fairly vanilla looking blonde sucking on her tits. She looked up at Morgana, flushed as she bit her lower lip. "Mnnff...hey hottie...came to join us huh?" Morgana rolled her eyes. "One day I will beat your horny lesbian ass...but you'd probably be into it. Anyways I put up our advertisements all over. Has this subby slut even seen it yet?" The blonde petite girl flushed, feeling incredibly shy as there was no two insanely hot goths staring at her. Her lips trembled slightly in both fear and excitement. "I...wha-...I should uhh...g-go...."

Charlie grabbed the blondes jaw and pulled her head back so she was looking straight into Charlies eyes. "Oh don't be such a party pooper...I promised i'd show you a good time. If you do me one small favor i'll make sure to lick you clean downstairs. It'll be the best orgasm of your life, I promise. I've had a lot of practice at work. Now be a good girl and recite our slogan. That's all." Morgana held out a note. The girls eyes turned towards the note as her head tried to pull away slightly from Charlies iron grip. "Uhm...I...uuhh...." Her voice was barely audible. "I'm...I'm a pornstar?" In the blink of an eye the girls entire past was rewritten, like it had done to Charlie and Morgana, and was probably doing to a bunch of others in the bar. Her body didn't change much. The memetic powers seemed to not actulaly alter peoples personalities beyond making them believe they were pornstars, and making them a little sluttier and hornier. The petite blonde was still a very shy little lesbian who frankly thought it was a miracle she had managed to come out at all and find success in the porn industry. She always ended up in situations where she was dominated by muscle mommies like Charlie.

Her modest regular jeans and t-shirt vanished and were replaced with a set of very short and frilled dress, a pink little bow was placed on her head and her b-cups were on full display. White leggings materialized around her legs and she gained two cute pink shoes. She looked like some sort of sweet candy doll, begging to be played with. Charlie grinned as she picked her up with ease and flipped her over, pulling the short dress away to reveal her wet leaking snatch underneath. The girl yelped a bit in surprise but didn't resist. Clearly horny and aching for some release. Charlie started playing with the blondes pussy, spreading her lips apart, gently pushing finger by finger inside, using the girls natural lubrication to slowly increase the pace of her fingering. The blonde started panting and moaning in response. "Hahhnn...w-we're n-not even f-filming!" Charlie chuckled. "Then why are you about to cum right here and now on my hand huh? You aren't even acting when we record movies together. You're just a subby fucking slut through and through."

Morgana had to admit that watching was kind of hot...but her job here was sort of done. She placed a note onto both the outside and inside of the door before beginning to close it slowly. Charlie noticed this and started begging. "Ohh come on Morg...stay! Don't you want a piece of this?" Morgana rolled her eyes. Charlie really was such a hopeless lesbian. "Fuck off Charlie, I got ads to spread okay? What you do to your co-stars on your free time is none of my fucking business." Charlie shrugged and continued her finger-blasting as Morgana slammed the door shut to make a point. She walked back into the bar where she was met with the beautiful sight of transformed patrons. Of course she wasn't aware that her advertisements had done it. In her mind it was just another normal day at her favourite bar where almost half the patrons were pornstars of various kinds.