Ethical

For Sadie Thatcher

Abigail had always been a coffee addict, so when a new joint opened on her campus she was eager to try it. Like many students her age, she lived off an unhealthy diet of coffee and lack of sleep - always in a rush to complete the next essay and maximise her grades, so finding a new supply of quality moka was important to her. 

Abigail lived for university.  She wanted to be a Doctor and once her medical degree was complete, she'd be able to start living her dream of saving lives.  In the meantime she loved the university life-style. Lectures, essays, reading... dreaming.  She didn't have much time for boys or for going out with friends. She had her eye on the prize - a first class degree and a fast-track to the future.

Brushing back her slightly unkempt brunette hair, she sipped at her coffee and had to admit it tasted good.  "Ethical Coffee" sure did know how to make a good brew.  She supposed the name of the company was supposed to entice students like her inside too... all their products were fair-trade and ethically sourced.  How noble.

The boy on the counter Jack had seemed nice too. He'd even made her coffee from a special machine.  She'd seen him go use it deliberately. Funny - but no one else seemed to be getting theirs from that particular machine.

She drank more of the coffee. It was rich and creamy and made her toes tingle and a delicious warm feeling throb through her.  Damn that was good coffee.  Mmmmmh.

Coffee was supposed to make you jittery and alert - yet this coffee made her feel relaxed and comfortable.  A surge of confidence washed through her making her straighten her back slightly and push out her flat chest. Her gestures became incrementally more feminine - her eye contact with the men in the shop slightly longer and more bold.  As she finished the coffee, the changes were barely noticeable - but the Abigail who had entered the shop was no longer the one who exited it.

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Making flirty eye-contact with the hot boy on the end of the row, Abigail wondered why she was finding it so hard to concentrate in class.  She usually loved lectures, but this afternoon she felt restless and uneasy.  She found to her embarrassment that she felt kind of horny and her nipples kept getting hard at inopportune moments. 

The boy wasn't that hot, but it was fun to flirt a little - not that she had any intention of letting him get anywhere.  She was just... practicing. 

Her mind kept turning back to the delicious coffee she'd had this morning.  She was already wondering if she should get another on the way back. She decided she should.

Exiting the lecture as quickly as possible, she hurried off to the coffee shop and bought another.  Again, Jack made it for her from the same machine, and again it tasted full, rich and amazing. 

Abigail groaned, playing with her hair.  It felt fuller and richer than usual. Like the coffee it was warm and soft - vibrant and full of life.  Her skin felt softer too... like it had absorbed the cream from the coffee and given her a flawless complexion.  She examined herself in her mobile phone, admiring how nice she looked today.

Suddenly realising she was being vain, she blushed and put away her phone.

She had essays to write and better get out of here for now.

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Abigail was feeling a little hung-over this morning, so the coffee was welcome as she drank deeply from the cup.  Her eyes protected by sun-glasses she giggled as memories of the night before flashed through her mind.  The hang-over had been worth it. 

It was little over a week since she'd started regularly drinking coffee at 'Ethical'.  She even had a customer loyalty card now.  It must have been a coincidence, but since she started going for coffee here she had been feeling healthier and fitter than ever before.

True... she'd put on weight... but not in a bad way.  As someone who barely ate or slept properly, Abigail usually was thin as a rake with no curves and thin ribs.  In the last week though, she'd filled out nicely. People had begun to notice her figure and she liked it.  Her hips seemed bigger and even her breasts felt larger.

The boost in her body had led to a boost in her confidence and personality.  She felt full of restless energy and had barely studied for a week.  That was why she'd gone out last night.  One of her friends had asked her out of politeness, probably expecting the usual knockback. Instead, Abigail had (possibly even to her own surprise) said yes, and soon found herself dressed up in a sparkly dress and heading to a bar.

Abigail had been out before of course.  She usually didn't get noticed and there was little danger of being hit on by boys.  But last night had been different.  She'd been surprised by all the men looking at her, until she'd caught site of herself in a mirror.  She'd almost forgotten about the changes she seemed to be going through, but when she really thought about it - her sexy silky hair and more curvaceous body did of course make her considerably sexier.

She had to admit she liked it.  The sexier she felt the more her confidence had grown... and the more she had been determined to flirt. That was how she'd ended up kissing a boy on the dance floor and getting groped.  That was how she'd had the most delicious night of making out.

Drinking more coffee, Abigail waved and smiled at Jack.  He always seemed to be on shift here and they often spoke.  He seemed interested in her, but there seemed to also be a strange distance between them.  She sometimes felt it was almost like he was studying her or something.

Licking the last of the creamy coffee up like a cat drinking milk, she played with her hair and a sudden thought struck her.  "I wonder what I'd look like as a blonde?"

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Abigail smiled as the hairdresser finished playing with her hair and she admired her new blonde locks. She'd always wanted to dye her hair but never had the confidence.  She shifted uncomfortably... her chest felt unusually big today.  When she'd woken up this morning it had been to find her breasts had grown. She could no longer deny that they were getting bigger.  She thought that sort of growth usually stopped earlier in your life, but apparently she was having some sort of spurt. 

Not that she minded.  Her tits were starting to get a lot of attention and that felt good.

"Thanks babe," she giggled as she admired herself in the mirror.

"You're welcome Abi."

"Wh... what did you call me?" she suddenly asked... stunned by the sound of the syllables that somehow seemed to click in her head.

"Oh sorry. I just assumed you'd go by a shorter name.  I thought a hot girl like you would probably be called Abi rather than Abigail."

"No... yes... that's right," grinned Abi. "I'm Abi..." she purred, tasting the unfamiliar syllables in her mouth and enjoying them.  

Tasting them like she'd tasted that boys cock last night and enjoyed it.  

Abi wanted to giggle to herself at the thought of what a slut she'd been last night.  She'd hooked up with that boy from her course and they'd gone for drinks.  The night had finished with her sucking him off and him cumming in her mouth.

It was the first sex she'd actually had at university.

Banishing the horny thought from her mind, she paid her hairdresser and strutted out of the shop.  "Now I'll find out if blondes really do have more fun."

It was time to get a coffee.

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Drinking her coffee and enjoying the stares of hot men as they passed, Abi sipped thoughtfully at her delicious coffee and pondered.  She was hung over again - having become quite the party girl in the last month. Whereas once she would have been panicking about the fact she had essays due she was going to fail, it no longer seemed important. 

Her other hand was glued to her phone.  She'd sold the old piece of crap she used to use and dug into her savings to get a state of the art iphone.  These days she was constantly on social media, taking selfies and checking out fashion.

Being her was actually getting kinda expensive.  She'd developed a taste for expensive clothing, makeup and jewellery recently... which was kind of a problem due to the fact she had very little money.  Her parents would go mad if she asked them for more.  They were getting worried about her and she was trying to hide her recent life-style changes from them, but knew she'd eventually fail.

"What the fuck am I going to do for cash?" she thought as she sipped her coffee.  "Hehe, maybe I should stop drinking this coffee," she purred. "I must be spending a fortune on it. I'm such an addict though."

Abi had begun to wonder if being a Doctor and countless more years of university was even a good idea.  Her restlessness and inability to concentrate was getting worse.  She was beginning to wonder if she had ADHD. Her head was constantly in a day-dream these days.

That or she was replaying the mindblowing sex she'd started to have recently.

She smirked as she thought back to the absolute Chad she'd pulled last night.  His friends had all been jealous as she'd taken him back to her dorm.  A night of tight riding and explosive orgasms had been his reward as she fucked him hard with her tight toned body.

She was proud of her body. It was creamy and tanned... rich and full, just like her favourite coffee.  She had curves in all the right places now... endless hips and full, ripe, breasts.  She felt so sexy and hot when she could flaunt that body... tight clothing and nudity made her feel so sexy.

Suddenly an idea popped into her head.  Nudity... money... how did those two things connect?

She smiled as she realised how and a new idea began to form in her mind.

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Yawning tiredly, Abi made her way into the coffee shop and looked around. She looked like a different girl now.  After three months of being a regular patron at Ethical coffee, she was now a blonde fashion Goddess.  High heeled shoes had replaced her sensible trainers and her face was like that of a supermodel.

The place was empty... there was no one here but her this early.  She spotted Jack at the counter and walking sexily over, gave him a million dollar smile.

"Coffee please Jack."

"Sure thing Abi," he grinned back.  "You just finished your shift?"

"Yeah - I made a couple of hundred dollars dancing tonight and thought I'd call it a night," she bragged. Since taking her dream job, she'd been able to make enough to supplement her income and get the things she wanted.

"Holy shit, I wish I could be a pole-dancer like you at that gentleman's club, you seem to rake it in," joked Jack as he made her coffee.

Abi laughed, "Well when you look as good as I do, it's easy money."

Glancing around Abi saw they were fully alone. Jack had his back turned, so with a sly smile she walked around the counter.  "Maybe you'd like a private demonstration?"

"Abi, what the fuck are you doing... you're going to get me fired!"

"Ohhh, I don't think so.  In fact I've been meaning to talk to you for a while."  Abi moved close and looked at him with her doe like eyes.

"Jack, I figured it out. I know there's something in the coffee that's affecting me.  You've been experimenting on me and I want to know why.  Oh don't worry - I'm not mad... in fact I like it.  Is there something in the coffee Jack? You always make it for me from that one machine and everyone else gets it from the other one."

Jack looked panicked, "Don't be crazy, how can you accuse me of something like that. Of course there's not anything in your coffee I..."

Jack broke off as Abi's hand slid into his pants and he groaned as she began to stroke his dick. "Shhhh, it's okay Jack.  You can tell me.  I like what a bimbo you're making me, but I want to go further. "

"Oh fuck Abi, you need to stop that. They'll kill me if I betray them."

"They?  Who are they they?"

"Uuughh, oh fuck.  Listen it's a secret project... it's temporary. It will wear off once you stop drinking the coffee.  Just so long as you don't get too big a boost you'll be fine.  I only agreed to help them if they at least stuck to some ethical barriers."

Sliding to her knees, Abi pulled down Jack's pants and licked her lips.  "Ethics are boring. Maybe I want more Jack.  Fine - don't tell me about your secret project. I don't care who you're working for really. Maybe it's the University... maybe it's an evil corporation? Who gives a shit? I don't even care what's in the coffee. I just want more. I want to become the biggest bimbo bitch you can make me. I want an overdose and you're going to give it to me. Let me show you why"

Jack groaned as Abi slid her lips around his cock and began to suck.  He gasped and shuddered as she expertly fellatioed him using all the slutty experience she'd had lately.  With a wet pop, she pulled her head free.

"Mmmmh, you see, I don't want to go back to that nerdy academic bore I used to be. I like the new me and I want more.  I don't care how this is happening, only that it continues.  I want you to make me more of a bimbo.  Turn me into a fucking bitch Jack."

"No... we agreed we'd only go so far with the experiment. In fact it's almost time to stop.  It would be unethical to go further," gasped Jack.

Abi giggled and spat on his cock.  "Then it will be unethical for ME to go any further.  If you want me to suck this big, delicious dick - I need more coffee Jack.  I want you to make it double strength for me everyday from now on.  I want to drown in it until I'm a complete and utter slut.  Can you do that for me baby?"

He groaned helplessly as she began to suck again... and as he began to cum in her mouth, she knew he'd do anything for her now.

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Admiring her slutty white new nails, Abi stretched... her big tits jiggling as she reached out to grab her take-out coffee from her bedside table.  Drinking deep, she shivered in pleasure at the rush as the triple strength coffee pumped through her veins keeping her fake, bitchy, dumb and plastic just the way she liked.

"Mmmmh, like Jack totes still makes the best coffee," she giggled.  He'd told her the effects were permanent and she didn't need to keep drinking, but she loved the taste anyway.

Her new boyfriend Joe looked over and shook his head. "Damn Abi, how do you even sleep with all that coffee inside you?"

"Sleep?" she giggled coquettishly, "who needs sleep when I can fuck you all night instead?"

He laughed, admiring his hot slutty girl and wondering whether she'd really gone to university as she claimed.  She was about the least academic person he'd ever met!

"Maybe I should try some of that coffee sometime if it's so good?"

Abi laughed and giggled and a wicked smile crossed her lips.  "Ooooh maybe you should.  Mmmmh, it would be kinda interesting to see what would happen."

Joe just grinned. He didn't know what Abi was talking about, but he was sure she would never do anything... unethical.

Would she?

THE END