You stared at your partner. She smiled back like an angel.
"So, how you feeling? Glad we stayed?"
"Malt was good. Really...salty. Umm butss yeahs, itss good wess stayed. I'm ssso hungry."
"Oh? Well...maybe if we go-"
"Don't." You reply sternly. Your partner was already a horn-dog.

"Hey, there, I think I'll get the...Boring Salad." Your partner said and looked over at you, expectantly.
"Umm...Ill getss a," you sighed through you plump lips that could no longer close. You were suddenly hungry, "Sssweet Sssausage Surprise"

"Like coming right up cutie!" Giggle Tits said happily

Each suck on the straw was work to get up.
Each draw caused your lips to puff a little more.
It was like sucking on a thick...full...girl cock.

You blinked. Where did that thought come from?

"Like hi! I'm Giggle Tits" Said the bubbly blonde again.
"Fuck, here wes gos" You said with a slight lisp

Still everyone seemed happy. Your girlfriend ordered water and offered to buy you a malt, which was one of your favorite treats.

It was good.
Gosh, it was really good.
Salty but sweet. Thick too.
Maybe it was that taste that distracted you from the changes.

This was, after all, her idea. She wanted to come to this weird little restaurant and insisted you both stay when you saw it was full of bleach blonde bimbos in tight maid outfits walking on 6in stilettos.

Now, here you were, looking over food like "Extra Salty Hotdogs" and "Fluffy Cloud Pancakes"

"Giggle Tits?" You ask, dryly, staring at the vacant expression on the girl's face.
"Hehe, yep!"
"Whats your real name?" You ask
"Like, that's my name silly! I'm Giggle Tits. Do you wanna like know why?"
"No, I'm good, honey," You say and turn towards your partner, wondering if it should be ex.

Oh.
There's the last spark of resistance.
You're worried now.
Who is your mistress?
Who wanted your body and soul?
Well, that's not for empty headed dolls to ask is it?
So, let me just reach down here...stroke your cute clit.
One.
Two.
CUM.
Good girl.
There she goes.
All of the old you gone.

Yes, your new queen, your mistress said to convince you to submit. Now here you are, on your knees, whimpering for her touch.
She'll love you between your constant begging to eat her out and the long stretches where you mindless stare off into the distance while doing chores.

Every touch brings you pleasure.
Every stroke down your spine makes you whimper and your pussy spasm.
You whimper each time anyone touches you, just like my words told you.
Good news, your new mistress said that your previous self was a lesbian. Now you'll be a good pussy slave.