Futa Barista

All Makayla had wanted was to keep her head down, do her job, and earn enough for her to live a decent life. Maybe even meet the right guy. When the reports of some women turning to futanari had come out, she'd woken each morning praying not to be affected. It was long enough past that she thought she wasn't affected. Until one morning she found it.

Now she was figuring out life as a futanari. She'd worked out a schedule of just how often she needed to get off in order to keep herself sane. A schedule that just barely allowed her to still remain at her job and by all appearances as she thought, seem like nothing had changed.

Except those closest to her noticed. They weren't entirely sure what the reasons for the changes in her behavior were, but they wanted to help. And oh are they in for a ton of fun helping.