Your hands cup the large breasts hanging from your chest, your tail swishing wildly as you try to retrace the steps that brought you to this point.
With no money or job, you'd been drawn into this cafe by a blonde vixen calling herself Charlotte. She offered you a position on the condition you put on a dog collar. 'Was that when I should have left?' It was apparent when you came in that this was some sort of fetish cafe, but you were a male and didn't exactly fit in with the all-female wait staff. You just assumed you'd be in the back doing dishes or moving heavy objects around. Not this. Once the dog collar was clasped into place, that was it. Your beloved penis was no more.
In the present, you quickly change, not daring to look at yourself in the mirror. "Damn, these shorts!" Your thick thighs rub together with every step you take, causing the shorts to ride up even further. The sensation of the fabric chafing and pressing against your freshly formed sex makes your knees weak. The void between your legs is impossible to ignore as it periodically throbs with hot, sticky need.
You stumble every so often while adjusting to your center of gravity. Between your wide hips, ass, and massive tits that sway with every step, walking takes a little getting used to. As you move, the panties you were forced to wear rub against your clitoris, causing tiny shocks of pleasure to course through your pelvis. This only makes you simultaneously annoyed and aroused by the situation you find yourself stranded in.
"Miss Anise, you will be working behind the counter today." Charlotte cooes. When she touches your shoulder, you push her hand away, already feeling fed up with this shit.
"Hey! It's not Miss anything! Do I look like a woman to you? I am clearly still a man! I always have been, and I always will be!" Your tail swishes wildly as you yell, causing a bit of a scene. You didn't want to be turned into this; you just wanted a job! You desperately try to grasp at straws, in complete denial that any semblance of manhood you had was long gone.
Charlotte puts her hands together with a devilish grin of delight.
You're shocked. Surely, she would be angry at your outburst. Instead, your vibrant rage only made her more enthusiastic about her new hire.
"I knew you were the perfect hire! Your coffee is going to be as hot as your temper!" Charlotte purrs.
Before you can react, Charlotte steps up to you and scoops one of your breasts out from your low-cut top. "What a perfect shape! It's so warm to the touch too!"
"H-- Hey!" You cry and flail, moving to stop your boss.
Unable to fight Charlotte off, she laughs before latching onto your nipple, sucking out the delicious coffee brewing. Your body is overcome with a flurry of emotions and sensations. How can Charlotte just pull your tit out and start sucking on it?! Why does it feel so good? A pulse of ecstasy surged through your breasts as Charlotte's tongue flicked over the hardened pink point. "A-Ahwooo~!" Seeing the look of satisfaction on Charlotte's face as she pulls back only makes the orgasm more intense.
What the fuck is actually going on with these tits? You pant and tremble, staggering back a few steps when Charlotte finally relents. When you lightly squeeze one of your nipples, black coffee dribbles down your breast. It's hot, but it doesn't burn you. What the hell is this? You lick your fingers, your eyes widening. "Espresso?!"
Your ears twitch as you hear a bell ring. A customer patiently waited to order his coffee. He'd been staring at your exchange with Charlotte behind the counter the entire time. "I will take a double shot of espresso, please," he says as a wide grin spreads across his face.