#sluttification

The place had always done well, but never like this. Every table was occupied. Conversations overlapped into a constant murmur, broken by laughter that sounded a little too loud and a little too eager. Petra spotted groups of men who clearly hadn't come for the coffee, their attention wandering far more than their drinks.

Cadence had told her business was improving. She had talked about it constantly the past week, her excitement almost contagious. Petra had been genuinely happy for her.

But this?

This felt less like success and more like something had taken over.

Petra slowly made her way to her usual table near the wall, though it barely felt like hers anymore. The comfortable familiarity she loved: a soft background of conversations, the relaxing atmosphere and the illusion of being in a safe little corner of the world; had been replaced by something louder and harder to define.

Her attention drifted when she noticed where several customers were looking.

Or rather, who they were looking at.

Petra followed their gazes and felt her breath catch.

She recognized one of the waitresses. A literature student who had sometimes chatted with Petra about novels while refilling her coffee. Quiet, shy, always styling the sensible uniform to hide her beauty.

At least, that was how Petra remembered her.

The young woman moving between the tables now looked like someone else entirely. Her uniform had changed into something far more theatrical than practical, a stylized maid outfit that seemed designed to draw attention rather than avoid it. It fit her in ways that almost didn't seem possible, her posture confident in a way Petra could not reconcile with the timid girl she remembered.

Most unsettling of all was her expression.

The bright smile never wavered. It didn’t seem forced exactly. It simply looked empty. Automatic. Like a mask she no longer realized she was wearing.

Petra felt a knot form in her stomach.

'What happened here?' she wondered.

So distracted by the strange transformation around her, Petra didn't notice someone approaching her table until a cheerful voice spoke right beside her.

"Welcome back," a familiar voice said warmly.

Petra looked up. Only to find her friend Cadence pressed into the same parody of an uniform.

And a pair of breasts jutting forward she knew weren't that big the last week. Cadence always had been on the large side but this felt extreme.

She smiled. The same empty smile that seemed to infect all her waitresses. Petra swallowed.

"Cadence," she managed to say. "You've changed something?"

"Business has grown!" she said excited. "Isn't it awesome!"

Petra looked around, seeing most women had grown too, if the size of their breasts were any indicator.

"And you got new uniforms?" Petra asked.

"Sure. Growing business needs to be shown off." Cadence's voice had a slight, melodic tone that caught Petra's attention. She wasn't sure why. It didn't seem strange at all. But there was something alluring about the sound.

Or maybe that was just Cadence herself?

Her friend's looks seemed even more rediculous under closer inspection. The uniform clung to her curves like a second skin, accenting the round swell of her impossibly large breasts and voluminous hips. The waist in-between those clinched together into a surreal dimension.

It was almost comical. And yet, it didn't feel comical. Somehow, it just looked natural. Right.

Just like the acidic aroma of the coffee mixing with the sweetness of milk. It was almost overwhelming. Petra wondered how she had ever been able to ignore it before.

It smelled delicious, tantalizing even.

"Petra? Hey Petra. I know my boobs are great. The greatest even. But do you want a coffee? I guarantee a new size in every cup." Cadence winked at her friend. Or at least Petra supposed she did, the large boobs seemed to have attracted most attention.

"Yes," Petra said. "Sure. I mean. Yes. Please. A coffee would be nice. Coffee, please. Thank you." Her words seemed to stumble over her tongue, the simple sentence taking an embarrassing amount of effort. Her heart pounded.

The air felt charged. Static. As if every moment held some strange anticipation.

"Coming right up! You take yours with a lot of milk, right? Of course you do. Boobs love milk," Cadence replied cheerfully. Her smile didn't seem so strange now. It just looked happy. Enthusiastic.

Excited.

Petra shook her head. What had she been thinking. Nothing here had changed. It just had gotten a little busier than before and Cadence's uniform was cute.

And the scent. She breathed in deeply. She couldn't wait for the taste of that delicious coffee to wash over her tongue.

She smiled. Maybe she should get some cake along with it. Something creamy. That would be nice.

When Cadence returned with a cup of coffee, her large breasts bounced with each step, the flesh seeming to defy gravity as they moved. Petra's eyes locked onto the sight. She imagined them sloshing. It looked as if they could break free of the flimsy costume any moment, bursting out to spill their full, voluptuous form across the room.

Petra's heart skipped a beat at the idea.

She felt her pulse quicken as she watched Cadence approach, unable to tear her gaze away from the mesmerizing sight. She licked her lips unconsciously, suddenly feeling how thirsty she was.

"Enjoy," Cadence said cheerfully as she set the cup on the table in front of her. Her smile widened as she added. "Don't worry about paying right away. Just let me know when you're done, and we can work out the details. And don't be shy about refills. A new size in every cup. It's what everyone needs."

Petra nodded. Her throat felt strangely tight as she tried to find words. Her thoughts seemed scattered, pulled in too many directions at once. "I, um, sure, yeah."

"Great. Let me know if there's anything else I can help you with." Cadence gave a little wave before turning away. The movement caused her breasts to sway in a way that drew Petra's eye once again.

Petra couldn't help but stare after her. Her friend's hips rolled, the flimsy skirt rose. Petra caught a glimpse of the creamy white flesh. It looked so smooth. So inviting.

Petra felt something stir within her.

A warmth spread across her cheeks. A growing hunger that seemed almost desperate in its need.

She took the cup, trying to drown the fires in her belly. The creamy liquid flowed into her mouth. And hit her tongue.

A moan escaped Petra as droplets hit her taste buds.

Creamy, sweet, hot, rich. Delicious beyond words, Petra's eyes fluttered close as the flavor overwhelmed her. She drank more, letting it flow over her tongue. She felt her heart beat faster. Her breath quickened.

This was good. Better than anything she'd tasted before. Better than chocolate or strawberries or even wine.

This was perfection.

Her fingers curled around the cup.

"Enjoying the coffee?" Cadence's voice broke through the haze of Petra's desire. Petra looked up to find Cadence leaning over the table, watching her intently, her eyes glittering with emptiness.

"It's incredible," Petra managed to say, her voice trembling slightly. She couldn't seem to stop the rush of emotion pouring through her.

"I'm glad. A new size in every cup. Want another?" Cadence smiled knowingly.

"Yes!" Petra answered immediately, without thinking.

Cadence refilled her cup.

Petra watched her friend's boobs undulate as she poured more coffee into Petra's cup, her nipples straining against the thin fabric. She imagined them swaying back and forth hypnotically. The idea made Petra's skin tingle with anticipation.

The smell alone sent another jolt of heat straight down to her core. Petra inhaled deeply. Her eyes fluttering closed as she breathed deeply of the aroma wafting up from the steaming cup of coffee. The scent seemed to penetrate deep into her mind.

Her chest tightened. Her pulse quickened even faster.

She drank, letting the warmth spread throughout her body as she swallowed. The heat built within her.

Her nipples hardened as they pressed against the inside of her blouse. Her panties felt wet and slick against her thighs. Petra squeezed them together tightly. She moaned again.

She opened her eyes to find her friend staring at her.

"What?" Petra asked breathlessly, unable to meet Cadence's gaze. Her face flushed hotter than ever.

"You love our special coffee. You can't get enough of it. You need another refill." Cadence said cheerfully, her eyes still empty. Her words sounded scripted. As if she was repeating someone else's lines. Her lips moved but her eyes didn't change. They remained fixed upon Petra.

"Yes." Petra heard herself reply without hesitation.

"Yes," she repeated again. "A new size in every cup. Give me a bigger cup." The words felt right. She needed it now. It was important.

"A new size in every cup," Cadence agreed eagerly.

"Yes," Petra said again. "I need more. I want a new size. I need a new size." Petra's words grew frantic, her voice rising in pitch. "Please, please. Give me a new size!" Petra pleaded desperately.

"Yes." Cadence's tone matched her friend's enthusiasm. "Of course! A new size in every cup." Her boobs bounced up and down in rhythm to the chant as she refilled Petra's cup.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Petra cried out, her body shaking with need. "More, more, more! New size! Every cup!" She drank greedily from the steaming mug.

The heat nothing in comparison to the boiling lust burning in her veins.

She felt something move inside her.

Her body shuddered as the warmth filled her belly. Petra moaned, arching her back as a wave of pleasure washed over her.

She looked down at them and saw the twin peaks protruding beneath her blouse, the thin material stretched taut over their rounded shape. Her nipples ached painfully, her chest swelling outward with each beat of her racing heart.

Her eyes grew wide. That was impossible.

She cupped one of her breasts, lifting its weight gently, feeling how full it felt beneath her fingertips.

A new size in every cup, Cadence's words echoed in her mind.

She gasped softly as another spasm rocked her body, a tremor that sent a jolt of ecstasy through her core. Her thighs rubbed together in search for unreachable release.

Petra could hardly breathe. Her lungs seemed to fill with thick, sweet liquid as the pleasure mounted within her.

She looked up at her friend, who still stood nearby. Her expression hadn't changed. Her smile remained empty, her eyes vacant.

"Do you want another cup of coffee?" Cadence asked brightly. "Of course you do. A new size in every cup!"

Petra nodded frantically.

"Please," she gasped, clutching her breast tightly to her chest. Her nipple throbbed against her palm, the sensitive nub. The sensation caused her entire body to shudder in anticipation.

Cadence poured more coffee into her cup, filling it almost to the brim before setting the pot down on the table.

"Drink," she ordered, her tone cheerful and empty.

Petra obeyed without question.

The heat spread through her body once again. She felt her insides shift and expand, her belly growing flatter with each sip of the rich liquid. Her breasts strained against the confines of her blouse, the buttons threatening to pop free at any moment.

Petra's thoughts ran in circles. She knew that this should be impossible. But every time she reached that conclusion the intoxicating aroma and mind-melting sweetness eroded her rationality.

And the more her breasts grew the more they felt good. Her body pulsed and ached in need.

It felt too good to resist. It felt natural.

A new size in every cup. That sounded so true.

Her hips widened to accommodate the sudden growth of her bust, the fabric of her jeans tightening painfully around her waist. She whimpered in discomfort as her panties pressed tightly against her skin, the material rubbing against her sensitive folds. Petra could barely contain the urge to slip her hand beneath her skirt and stroke herself. The desire burned within her.

She wanted it so badly.

The coffee seemed to boil in her belly. She imagined it flowing into her veins, mixing with her blood, infusing every part of her body.

Her nipples ached, her clit throbbing insistently as her sex grew wetter and wetter.

Her breasts grew larger. Petra's breathing grew ragged as the pleasure built within her.

She moaned without restraint.

She needed to touch herself, needed release.

It didn't matter how big her breasts grew or how tight her clothes became. Nothing else mattered.

She just needed relief.

She lifted the cup and took a deep, desperate drink of the hot coffee.

It flowed down her throat, filling her stomach, boiling her individuality.

Dimly she heard whistles and hoots in the background. But everything felt pale and unimportant.

Nothing mattered but the coffee and the growing pleasure between her legs. And in her expanding breasts. The shrinking waist. Ballooning hips and butt.

A button flew from her blouse. A rip echoed. Her jeans loosened around the waist while pressing tightly into her thighs. Her boobs spilled from the blouse, bouncing as her bra gave in. They were big. Really big.

But a new size in every cup. And Petra needed to be bigger. It was the only thing she needed. She drank and her boobs expanded. Her thighs rubbed together, sending a shock of pure electricity racing through her body as the wetness soaked through her panties. Petra could no longer contain herself. She plunged a finger between her legs, finding the swollen nub of her clitoris.

The cheerful, artificial tone of Cadence reached her melting mush of attention.

"Oops. Seems like you had some wardrobe accidents," her friend giggled. "Why don't you come to the back room. I have the perfect fit for your new size!"

"Yes," Petra gasped. She stood up. Her breasts bounced, the heavy weight of them pulling on her shoulders, her nipples rubbing deliciously against the thin material of her blouse as she moved. She followed her friend through the crowd of patrons, their gazes raking over her voluptuous figure as she passed by.

The sound of their whispers filled her ears.

Her skin prickled as they admired her, the attention heightening the need within her. Petra's hips swayed with each step, her thighs quivering as she walked.

She followed Cadence to the back room, the door swinging shut behind them with a soft click.

Petra looked around.

She saw racks of costumes and a mirror. Everything was neat and clean. A stack of boxes stood beside the rack, the cardboard labeled with names and numbers.

Petra felt a rush of heat flood her face as her friend turned to her.

"You look good!" Cadence chirped, the smile empty and the tone hollow. Her boobs jiggled. "But I think we need to improve your wardrobe. And fill that head with the company issued slogans."

Petra felt the world spin around her.

She couldn't think straight anymore, the fog in her head growing thicker with every breath she took. The heat between her legs had become unbearable.

All she wanted was to touch herself. To feel that delicious friction again. Her pussy ached, her nipples hard as pebbles.

The coffee burned within her. Her breasts throbbed, her waist cinching even tighter as she stood there. Petra felt the heat radiate off her body, her skin glistening with sweat.

"Come sit down and watch our new and improved introduction video," Cadence told her happily. She grabbed her arm and pulled her forward toward a large chair positioned directly in front of a television screen. Cadence pushed her into the chair. Petra sat, her thighs parted slightly to allow access to the wet heat of her sex.

"I need to. I need a new size in every cup." Petra murmured as she watched Cadence turn on the TV.

"Shush. Just listen and watch," Cadence giggled, the tone so empty. She bounced on her heels as the video started.

A soothing, melodious tune began playing over the speakers, accompanied by a series of flashing images that danced across the screen.

Petra felt her pussy weep. Her nipples ached.

A voice spoke, soothing and pleasant. Feminine.

"Welcome to Cadence's Café," it said.

"A new subsidiary of Bigger Boobs Incorporated. We hope you will enjoy working with us and find our training video informative and helpful."

Petra felt her lips part, her tongue tracing her lower lip as she listened to the woman on screen speak.

"Cadence's Café provides its customers with high quality service," she continued, her words accompanied by images of smiling women wearing the same uniform as Cadence had been, the outfits accentuating every curve and crevice of their voluptuous figures. Their breasts strained against the fabric, their hips swaying seductively as they walked through a room full of men, their eyes roaming over their bodies hungrily. A bent over waitress had her head down in one costumer's lap. Her lips obviously at work. While another slapped and groped her round revealed cheeks.

"As a waitress at Cadence's you will provide this same service to our customers." The image changed to show a woman standing in front of a group of male patrons, her breasts exposed, her nipples standing erect. She held a tray in one hand, the other reaching out to caress a man's shaft. The man moaned in pleasure, his hips bucking upwards to meet her touch. His eyes rolled back into his head, his mouth gaping open. His expression slack and vacant. His cock twitched in her grasp. It swelled, thickening, pulsating. Petra watched it grow longer, thicker. The woman pumped him harder. She smiled as she worked, her eyes never leaving his face.

"This is your primary function as a waitress. You will serve our customers, making sure that they are completely satisfied."

Petra felt her pussy quiver, her clit throbbing. She slipped a finger between her thighs, rubbing herself slowly.

She needed this so badly. Her pussy wept for attention.

"To achieve this goal you must learn to suppress your own needs and desires." The woman's words seemed to resonate inside Petra's mind, echoing in her ears.

"Your body belongs to your customers."

The woman continued to stroke the man's member, her fingers wrapping tightly around his length, squeezing and tugging on it.

The woman's breasts bounced with every movement. She licked her lips. She moaned.

Her pussy wept.

Petra rubbed herself, her fingers gliding across her wet slit.

"Yes," she whimpered.

"You must always keep in mind that your customers come first. That they have needs, and that it is your job to fulfill those needs."

Petra gasped as her fingers slipped inside of herself, her hips rising from the seat of the chair.

"Yes!" she cried out, the heat within her building to a crescendo.

She felt her inner muscles clench, her walls contracting as she fucked herself, her juices dripping onto her fingers.

And as the cock on the screen exploded with a fountain of cum, Petra did too.

Her body arched upwards, her back lifting off of the chair, her legs spreading wide apart. She screamed. A wordless howl of ecstasy that tore from her throat. The pleasure crashed through her. Waves of it, pounding against her mind, drowning everything else in its wake. Petra felt herself shatter. She came apart at the seams.

Her body quaked. She collapsed back into the chair, her limbs weak and shaking. She panted. She whimpered.

Her head lolled back against the soft cushion of the seat.

She could hear her heartbeat thudding loudly in her chest.

The scene on the screen had changed to a familiar scenario. The same waitress was now refilling the cup of coffee for a woman.

"Remember," said the soothing, feminine voice of the video narrator, "A new size in every cup is our most important service here at Cadence's Café."

Petra heard her own breath catch. She nodded.

Her pussy throbbed in agreement. The heat within her burned hotter. More intense.

"Unfortunately the new cups are attached to willfully ignorant woman. It is your job to fill their cups. So the new size can take control." The soothing narrator's voice sounded so melodic. Her voice echoed within Petra's mind, reverberating within her head, filling every crevice.

The scene shifted again. Now it showed a group of waitresses sitting together at a small table, chatting animatedly as they sipped from their drinks, their uniforms clinging to their ample figures. Their breasts strained against their tops, their hips swaying back and forth as they giggled amongst themselves.

"This is your primary duty. Once your cup is filled you will serve others," said the voice. "You will be another asset of the company. Nothing more. You are not an individual anymore. You belong to Cadence's Café and Bigger Boobs Inc. Any thought that doesn't belong to one of these is false. It is wrong."

Petra's head bobbed in a jerky motion. Her eyes were glassy, staring straight ahead. She nodded slowly. She had to serve. She had to fill cups. To give a new size to any pair of boobs she could find. She had to. There was nothing else.

"This is who you are now," said the soothing voice. "This is what you were born for. What you were made for."

The scene changed again. This time showing a single waitress standing in front of a full-length mirror, her uniform hugging her curvaceous body.

"To carry a magnificent pair of boobs." The narrator spoke softly. The waitress turned around, facing the camera directly.

Her expression blank. Empty.

"A new size in every cup." Petra's mouth moved in unison with the waitress on screen.

The video ended.

Petra slumped back into the chair, her body still trembling.

Cadence stood next to the chair, her breasts bouncing with each sway. She smiled.

"You ready to fill up those cups!" she asked.

Petra's lips twitched into a copy of her boss' smile. Empty and vacant.

She looked at Cadence with adoring eyes and nodded.

"Good!" she said, the tone empty and artificial, but Petra didn't notice. She didn't think at all.