“Wonder what got her panties in a twist,” Scarlett said, her cocky grin leaving no doubt that she knew exactly what the problem was.
Skies wanted to argue, bite back about how that was rude and awful, mockery of another woman’s sudden… de-cunting?
But instead she felt the same abrasive, near maniacal if not megalomaniacal pride in herself and every part of it making that rather hard. Why shouldn’t a woman want to be like her? She should be glad, proud, damn thankful she wasn’t some whiny bit of wallpaper in the background of the scene set by such amazing figures as them! Why-
-they should be the very stars of the airline.
“Why not come and fly our skies?”
Firm, fuckable asses presented, the tantalizing hints of non-feminine bulges seen as the bent over, their extra-short ‘fight’-attendant skirts riding up as they posed. Scarlett leering back, hands gripping her ass and squeezing it as she did.
The slut.
She relished the attention, the wandering eyes and more.
Skies was no less lurid in her pose, but she seemed irritated, pouting as she showed her backside, her semi-hard cock revealing the arousal hidden behind her pouting face. It wasn’t like she wanted, needed, you to see her girl bulge! It was just so big how could she hide it like this! A good ass fuck and a reach around wasn’t being offered so much as…
Well, it wasn’t going to be turned down if you really wanted her to be the one to punch your ticket for a ‘Mile High Club’.
A chance she knew would come. After all how could anyone pick Scarlett over-
“Huh. That’s weird.”
The voice of her crimson haired counterpart took her out of the errant fantasy. Annoyance at how she was bizarrely twisted into her new ‘career’ (though combat sports seemed more important than the stewardess thing, if inextricably intertwined oddly) dismissed as Scarlett tapped away at her phone.
“Okay so this location is unlocked… but what does that mean?”
Scarlet Skies → Scarlet Queen
Poison Skies → Queen o’ Skies
Updating Characters…
“Wait, what did you do-ooh!”
Skies quivered as if locked in a full body trance, toes curling as her shoes shifted style slightly, leggings tightening as they too altered slightly. More pronounced was the sensation of her hardening girl cock being yanked down and tucked as best she could be as her ‘fight’ attendant panties became neon blue thong bottom. Skirt to shorts, so tight the crack of her ass and her undergarments showed as she kicked her legs out and moaned. Chest pushed out and her breasts bounced slightly freer as a new top materialized.
Sky Queen Burgers
While the words and accompanying image of a burger flying through the skies, winged, glorious, and patently ridiculous. Complete with tiny uniform cap more befitting her past career than current one.
And it was a past career as Skies felt more than her uniform shift, already altered mind bent and twisted by a new and confusing impulse. Mixing drinks and sultry flight puns replaced by-
-bringing the meat.
And she meant it.
“Order up hun’,” Queen o’ Skies said, dropping a truly massive platter of burgers before the bottomless gullet of the restaurants all you can eat champ. Savoring the annoyed look from the ditzy bimbo Candy at his side, and sashaying away, her tiny shorts displaying her own offerings to customers as she went.
Oh, it was so hard not to get HARD working this job, but she really shouldn’t let the bulge show too much while on the shift. Skies Special Sausage was more an ‘after shift’ item for the most extra special customers.
“Hey Skies, stop showing off and get these out to car line, “Scarlett Queen said, dressed as a near copycat of her own outfit, only differentiated by logo, color scheme, and the fact that one of them was deep brown complexion with flaming red hair almost down to her ass while the other’s wild mane was a shade darker than their Blizzard Cola mix.
“Got it. Can’t let paying customers take off without their food.” She grabbed the bags offered and made her way towards the waiting trucks parked at the edge of the lot. Passing massive decals, decorated along the huge fuel guzzling machines of herself. A tray of greasy food held high… and her massive hooters captured in all their own immensity.
It was good to advertise after all, and Burger ‘Queens’ that worked here were as famous as their triple patty combo meals.
If she was lucky she’d get to serve the other kind of action. Not ‘that’ (not that she wouldn’t enjoy it) but maybe there’d be some rowdy fellas looking for a fight or perhaps Scarlett and her would get to put on a show.
The ‘Queens’ needed to keep in shape after all, and nothing kept their skills sharp like a good fight.
The night was young and her shift was just beginning so-
-Skies gasped as she felt her new identity lock into place. Fleeting senses that something was wrong about now being a super sexualized burger waitress faded as the reality became inescapable. Worse was the fact that she seemed to have retained aspects of her previous ‘fight’ attendant role, if in a weird ‘burger serving costume’ manner. Worst still was that she knew, knew that even that wasn’t her, or at least the her that she’d been back when she’d been shorter, slimmer, all around weaker.
And lacking the fat girl cock between her legs.
“Fuck… that was weird,” Scarlett said, looking up from her phone as she stood and posed. Gazing at her altered costume and sudden new career with a bizarre mix of awe and even enthusiasm.
“What the hell did you do to use Scarlett?” Skies said, annoyance coloring her voice as she adjusted her bulge into something at least slightly less pronounced.
“Changed our costumes? Though I guess it did more.” She shrugged as she slid her phone away. “Hell, guess this could be fun for a change.”
“You… don’t change me without permission!” Skies spit back as she finished tucking her junk as best she could.
“Oh, did someone not ask whether or not you wanted a new change of clothes? Sorry, I must have been distracted by something.” Scarlett cocked her hips to one side, pushed out her chest, making it exceedingly clear how tight the new clothes were on all parts of her body. From tightly packed and near spherical tits to the bulge of her own cock, a mirror image of Skies body leering back at her, challenging her to make another complaint.
She received only a raised middle finger as Skies stood up, stalking off to the counter, eager now to embrace the absurd distraction of her sudden retroactive recruitment to Hamburger Fiefdom. She felt like she needed the distraction now.
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