The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Dr. Katherine Brighton curled her lip and sighed as she stepped into the gaudy fluorescence of Burger Bonanza. As her eyes scanned, and judged, the bright, sticky room, she adjusted the collar of her cashmere blazer and then pulled it closed for protection. The cheap plastic tables, the garish primary colors—all of it an assault on the eyes. The corny little “restaurant” offended her refined sensibilities.

But—she had to ignore that for now.

Her stomach had been growling since her morning lecture on post-structural literary theory, and her at the Grover Literary Journalism Conference wasn’t for another two hours. She inhaled sharply, the greasy air thrashing her nostrils, and stepped further into the belly of the beast.

This is what happens when you forget to pack your quinoa salad, she thought, her lips forming the same tight line she used when a student dared challenge her interpretation of Foucault.

The lunchtime crowd—a hodgepodge of sweaty, sunburned construction workers, irritable retail employees, and disheveled, giggling teenagers—milled about the little burger diner. Katherine straightened her spine, as if good posture alone could elevate her above the unwashed masses. Her leather briefcase, a sign of intellectual superiority and containing her half-finished manuscript on gender performativity in Victorian literature, was held at her side from her manicured fingers.

Just get something quick and get the hell out of this hellhole, she told herself, eyeing the sticky floor with the same disdain she reserved for freshman essays. She squinted at the garish lighting, thinking: The ambient fluorescent lighting is clearly designed to induce existential dread while simultaneously masking the true condition of these surfaces…

Her stomach growled again, more insistent this time.

The gauche outer design of the building had managed to draw her in: the surrounding options all looked old and run-down, but Burger Bonanza was bright and new looking. The irony wasn’t lost on her—a woman who could deconstruct the semiotics of food ments in post-capitalist America reduced to biological just need like everyone else.

She approached the counter, where a young woman with electric blue hair and thick eyeliner stood with one hip cocked. The name tag pinned to her grease-spattered uniform read “Lila.” Katherine’s eyes lingered on the girl’s multiple earrings and chipped black nail polish.

Community college dropout, she categorized instantly, then added—at best—to her mental criticism before filing Lila away in the mental cabinet where she stored people of no consequence.

“Yeehaw…welcome to Burger Bonanza,” Lila grumbled, her voice dripping with disdain and flat as the half-drunk, room temperature soda sitting untouched at a nearby table that hadn’t been tended to in hours. “How can I…beef up your day?” Lila had clearly reached her limit of repeating this greeting about a thousand customers ago.

Katherine cleared her throat, the sound precise and deliberate, like everything else she did. “I’d like a salad—something with min-i-mal dressing,” she said, enunciating each syllable as if teaching a child to speak, then added, “preferably organic ingredients as well.”

Lila’s left eyebrow arched upward. “We have a side salad that comes with ranch or Italian.”

Christ, how foolish of me to expect anything more, she thought.

Katherine sighed, the sound loaded with disappointment. “I see. And I suppose both dressings contain high fructose corn syrup and other polysyllabic chemicals that most of your clientele couldn’t pronounce if they tried?”

The corner of Lila’s mouth twitched. “The ingredients are listed on our website.”

“How convenient for those with both internet access and the literacy level required to parse corporate nutritional obfuscation,” Katherine replied, examining her cuticles, only willing to give this disrespectful girl a fraction of her attention. “I suppose I’ll have to settle for whatever it was you said.”

Just give me whatever iceberg lettuce bowl you call a “salad” and let me get out of here…

Behind the counter, Lila’s fingers curled slightly, her knuckles whitening. “Whatever it was I said?” she repeated.

Katherine waved a hand dismissively. “That’s what I said— Oh, and add water if you can manage that. Not from the soda fountain, thank you very much. Bottled.“

I don’t want to drink anything that’s made it’s way through the inner-workings of this awful establishment, she thought, checking her white gold watch that dangled from her delicate wrist.

Katherine looked up at the loathing stare she was receiving from the young lady, but she cared so little about this little fast food worker that it didn’t even make her upset. Instead, she added, “Make it quick too—I’m pretty important and I’ve got to be somewhere…other than here.”

“That’ll be eight seventy-five…” Lila said, punching the order into the with more force than necessary.

As Katherine reached for her wallet, she noticed Lila’s eyes—sharp, assessing, and far more intelligent than she had initially given her credit for. For a brief moment, Katherine felt a strange discomfort, as if she were being evaluated and found wanting.

“We have tap-to-pay if you prefer,” Lila added, her shifting tone suddenly sweeter, almost amused.

Ignoring her offer, Katherine handed over a crisp ten-dollar bill, careful not to touch Lila’s fingers. “Keep the change,” she said, the generosity in her words undercut by her condescending tone. “Perhaps you can put it toward continuing education. Community colleges have become quite accommodating to non-traditional students.”

Lila’s smile widened, revealing teeth too perfect for someone of her presumed economic bracket. “How thoughtful. Your order will be ready in just a moment…Katherine.”

Katherine blinked, surprised. She hadn’t mentioned her name. Before she could correct the girl—it was Dr. Brighton, not simply “Katherine,” a distinction she insisted upon even with colleagues—Lila turned away to prepare the order. As she did, Katherine could have sworn she heard the girl mutter something, words that sounded strangely like Latin or perhaps Greek, syllables that crawled up her spine like icy fingers.

A sudden dizziness washed over her. She gripped the counter, shifting her weight to her arm for . The fluorescent lights seemed to pulse, and the restaurant’s cheap plastic decorations began to swim in her vision.

What is that? she asked herself. I just need to eat…

Lila returned with a tray, still smiling that unsettling smile. “Here you go. Careful now: you look a little unsteady.”

“I’m perfectly fine,” Katherine snapped, but her voice sounded distant to her own ears. She took the tray and turned toward the seating area, searching for the least dirty table.

As she walked, something shifted inside her mind.

Subtle at first, like a book being reshelved slightly out of place.

Her steps faltered and she paused.

The weight of her doctoral dissertation, her published papers, her keynote speech, all seemed to grow lighter, less substantial.

In their place came memories of typing pools, coffee orders, meeting minutes…

Becoming conscious of the weight of the briefcase hooked at her elbow, she furrowed her brow.

What was this conference about again? she thought, suddenly uncertain. Wasn’t I supposed to be taking notes for… She frowned, unable to complete the thought.

Then, she shook the fog away and resumed making her way through the restaurant.

Katherine—no…Kathy, she suddenly preferred Kathy—found a table and sat down heavily. The salad on her tray looked unappetizing, but she wasn’t here to enjoy lunch. She was here to pick up food for the office.

Important food for important men.

Wait, that’s not right.

She pressed her fingers to her temples.

I’m a professor. I teach… I teach…

But the subject eluded her, slipping away like water through her fingers. Instead, she found herself thinking about the quarterly reports that needed typing, the coffee she’d forgotten to stock in the break room, and how Mr. Johnson from ing always liked his sandwich with extra pickles.

Aren’t I…important? she wondered, her thoughts tinged with disbelief and resignation. But…how can a secretary be…important?

She glanced down at herself. Her cashmere blazer still draped over her shoulders, but it felt wrong somehow, like she was playing dress-up in clothes beyond her station. Her briefcase now seemed like an affectation, something she’d bought to appear more professional than she was.

But then she refocused her eyes and realized that she was still in her tight pink button-up—minus the top two buttons in order to keep her preferential treatment above the other secretaries—and the white skirt that she always kept in weekly rotations since it seemed to keep her boss happiest and less likely to snap at her, which always caused her to have to cry in the bathroom and have to refresh her make-up, like that time she let the coffee get cold—

Kathy checked her knock-off designer watch and felt panic rise in her throat. The executives would be expecting their lunch soon, and she still needed to double-check the order. She hurried back to the counter, where Lila was wiping down the surface with languid strokes.

“Excuse me,” Kathy said, her voice higher, less measured than before. “I need to make sure the order I gave you is correct. Mr. Daniels is allergic to mayonnaise, and if there’s even a trace of it on his burger, he’ll make me come all the way back here and I have got to finish updating his calendar—he has so many meetings—”

Lila looked up, amusement dancing in her eyes. “I thought you were ordering for yourself.”

Kathy blinked.

Was I?

Looking lost, she spun around the looked back at her lonely salad and bottled water sitting over by the steamed up window. She could’ve swore she had put the order in for the big meeting and that she was going to eat while she waited…

“Of course not,” Kathy said, irritation flaring. “Do I look like someone who has time for a sit-down lunch? I have dictation at two, and Mr. Hargrove’s wife called three times this morning about their anniversary dinner reservations.“

“My mistake,” Lila said, not bothering to hide her smirk. “So you need...?”

“Three burgers—one no mayo, one extra cheese, one with bacon. Two chicken sandwiches, no tomato on either. Large fries, not those skinny ones that Mr. Peterson hates. And five diet sodas.” Kathy’s words tumbled out in a practiced stream, the cadence of someone who had placed this exact order dozens of times before—because she had.

“That’s a big change from your original order,” Lila observed, leaning forward on the counter.

Kathy blinked rapidly, confusion momentarily clouding her features. “I…yes, well, I maybe forgot… Sometimes I get things wrong, I….” Kathy’s eyes darted around the counter, no longer confident enough to meet Lila’s persistent gaze. She also found that her mind just wasn’t sharp enough to come up with the right words. “The men of the office are very particular about their lunch orders.”

“The ‘office’,” Lila repeated, nodding and grinning. “And where exactly do you work…Kathy?”

The familiarity grated on her, but not for the reasons it should have. “Henderson & Block, the law firm on Seventh.” The answer came automatically, though a distant part of her mind protested that she’d never heard of such a place.

“And your job there is…?”

“Executive assistant,” Kathy said, the words tasting strange on her tongue. “istrative for the senior partners.”

Lila’s smile widened. “Oh—so a secretary.” she corrected, knowing full well that Kathy would see it as disparaging term. Lila’s eyes dropped down to notice Kathy’s cleavage pouring out of her top and she had to suppress a snicker.

Kathy scoffed. “I’m more than a secretary—I handle very important matters.” Her tone became defensive and petulant—all that was missing was Kathy Brighton stomping her heels in a tantrum in her little mini—“business” skirt. “I’m way more important than you—you’re just a burger girl.”

“Of course,” Lila said, eerily calm in response to Kathy’s attempt at an insult. “Well, let me get that order started for you right away.”

As Lila turned to prepare the food, Kathy fidgeted with her faux-gold watch, anxiety bubbling in her chest. If she was late with lunch again, Mr. Henderson would make that face—the one that made her feel about two inches tall. Her thoughts raced with trivial concerns: had she ed to water the office plants? Had she ordered more toner for the copier? Would she have time to reorganize the filing system this weekend?

But I have tenure, a faint voice in the back of her mind protested. I’ve published in all the major literary journals. I’m presenting my research on—

The thought dissolved like sugar in hot coffee.

“Order’s going to take a few minutes,” Lila called out. “Why don’t you have a seat?”

Kathy shook her head. “I’ll wait here. Last time they put pickles on Mr. Daniels’ burger even though I specifically said no pickles, and he made me come all the way back here—”

“That sounds terrible,” Lila said, voice dripping with false sympathy. “Must be hard working for such demanding men.”

“Well, some of us have responsibilities,” Kathy snapped, smoothing her skirt with nervous fingers. ”Some of us can’t just stand around all day flipping burgers. Some of us have to manage complex schedules and coordinate international conference calls and how everyone likes their coffee. It’s stressful!”

Lila’s eyes narrowed. “Is that so?”

“Yes, that is so,” Kathy said, her voice punching at each word. “And if this order isn’t perfect, I’m the one who’ll pay for it. Not you. So please, just get it right this time.“

Something dangerous flickered across Lila’s face. She leaned in close, her blue hair falling across one eye in a way that suddenly seemed less trendy and more…menacing.

“You know what, Kathy?” she whispered, her breath smelling strangely of cinnamon and something metallic. “I don’t think ‘executive assistant’ is really the right fit for you either.”

Lila’s fingers moved in a subtle pattern at her side, and her lips formed words too quiet to hear but somehow impossible to ignore. The air between them seemed to thicken, and Kathy felt a pressure behind her eyes, as if her brain were being gently squeezed.

“What are you—” Kathy began, but the question evaporated as a second wave of dizziness, stronger than the first, washed over her. The restaurant tilted sideways, then righted itself. When it did, something fundamental had changed.

Kathy squeezed her eyes shut to reground herself.

When she opened her eyes, she wasn’t Kathy anymore. She was Katie.

No one in Burger Bonanza noticed the stressed-out, skimpily-dressed secretary tart vanish from the restaurant floor.

No one in Burger Bonanza noticed the sudden appearance of a new employee in the back kitchen.

At a distant table in the diner, next to the steamy window, a salad and a bottled water sat lonely and forgotten until another employee walked by and gathered it, tossing them into the trash untouched.

Katie blinked at the burger patties sizzling on the grill, her mouth hanging slightly open as she tried to what she was supposed to do with them. The Burger Bonanza uniform hung from her frame like a shame badge—the scratchy polyester polo two sizes too big, the bright red visor sporting a cartoon cow wearing a cowboy hat sitting crooked on her greasy unwashed hair…

I’m supposed to…flip them?

Her thoughts moved like sludge through pipes, heavy and slow.

Yeah, flip ’em, she thought. Like Ms. Lila trained me…

She reached for the spatula, knocking over a container of pickles in the process. Behind her, she heard her team leader Lila’s exasperated sigh, a sound that had become the soundtrack to her new existence.

“Jesus, Katie, that’s the third time today,” Lila said, her voice cutting through the ambient fast food noise like a knife. “Pick those up before someone slips.“

Katie stared at the scattered pickles, her brain struggling to connect the green discs on the floor with the action required to address them. “Sorry,” she mumbled, crouching down awkwardly. As she gathered the pickles, vague impressions floated through her mind—something about a classroom, students looking up at her expectantly, the weight of books in her arms. But these images faded away, leaving behind only a sticky, mucky residue in her mind.

“Throw those away,” Lila instructed, pointing to the garbage can. “We don’t serve ‘floor’ pickles, dumbass.”

Katie nodded, her head bobbing with excessive enthusiasm. “Floor pickles go in the trash,” she agreed, dropping them into the stained rolling can.

I used to know words. Big words. I used to make sentences that made people nod and write things down.

The thought was fleeting, replaced immediately by a more pressing concern: the burgers were starting to smoke.

“Oh shit—the burgers!” she yelped, lunging for the grill. She flipped them clumsily, sending flecks of grease onto the uniform that she hadn’t washed in days. One patty landed half-off the spatula, its edges crumbling. The other flipped perfectly, revealing a badly charred underside.

Katie’s split-ends fell into her face and she huffed her breath to blow the loose stands back.

Lila glided over, her movements efficient and controlled in a way that Katie could no longer manage. She wore the same uniform but somehow made it look intentional rather than imposed. It fit, and it was clean, the colors still bright compared to the old faded drab of Katie’s depressing uniform. The blue strands of Lila’s hair that had seemed unprofessional to Dr. Katherine Brighton now seemed like a mark of authority to Katie Brice.

“You burned them,” Lila observed, her voice flat and scolding. ”Again.“

“No, I didn’t,” Katie protested, her voice scaling higher like a child caught misbehaving. “They’re just…extra cooked. For flavor.” She smiled at her supervisor for approval but didn’t receive such a thing, and her smile faded.

Lila rolled her eyes with theatrical precision. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you’d graduated from Le Cordon Bleu since yesterday when you tried to tell me that french fries were a ‘vegetable…’.” She plucked the spatula from Katie’s hand as the fresh memory of saying such a foolish thing became true and Katie felt her mind dull further at the added detail.

“And let’s not forget the time you unplugged the refrigerator overnight to ‘save electricity’…” Lila added, a slight smirk on her face, fully realizing what her insults were doing to Katie’s little brain.

Another memory formed and, in Katie’s head, it was like someone was taking their foot off the gas, allowing the engine to slow. Her thoughts crawled along and she grinned. Yeah, I can be silly and stupid sometimes…

“These are ruined,” Lila said, gesturing to the burgers. “Throw them out and start over. And pay attention this time—we’re not running a charity for the culinarily challenged.“

Katie’s lower lip protruded in what wasn’t quite a pout but aspired to be one. “You’re mean,” she said, the words lacking both the force and vocabulary of her former self. She dumped the burnt patties into the trash, her movements sulky.

“And you’re incompetent,” Lila replied cheerfully. “Yet here we both are.” She handed Katie two fresh patties. “Try not to cremate these ones. We have customers waiting.”

Katie scowled, then stuck her tongue out at Lila as she walked off.

Ms. Lila is a meanie… she thought, but then her easily distracted head refocused back on the task at hand.

Katie placed the patties on the grill with exaggerated care, her tongue peeking out from between her lips in concentration. This is important, she thought. I can do important things. I’m not stupid.

“Hurry the fuck up,” Lila urged from around the corner.

“That’s a bad word,” Katie said, her eyes focused on the sizzling burgers.

Lila’s reappeared from around the corner. “Did you to fill up the ketchup dispensers?”

Katie’s face scrunched up in confusion. “I did that yesterday, Ms. Lila.”

“It’s a daily task, genius. Like brushing your teeth or wiping your ass—both of which I’m starting to wonder if you to do.”

A distant part of Katie knew she should be offended, knew that she once would have dismantled such crude insults with surgical precision. Instead, she found herself giggling involuntarily, a high-pitched sound that surprised even her. “You said ‘ass’,” she whispered, as if sharing a delightful secret.

Lila stared at her for a long moment, then shook her head. “Just watch the burgers. I’m going to help the new guy on before he gives away the store.” She moved toward the front, then paused to add over her shoulder, “And don’t touch anything else. Literally nothing. Just flip those patties when they’re ready, and then stand completely still until I get back.”

“Yes, Ms. Lila…” Katie responded.

As soon as Lila was out of sight, Katie’s attention wandered. She watched the grease bubbles around the patties, mesmerized by the tiny eruptions. A fly buzzed near her ear, and she swatted at it, accidentally knocking a bottle of mayo onto the floor where it burst open with a sad splat.

“Oops,” she whispered to herself, looking around guiltily. No one had seen. She bent over to assess the situation closer, squinting her eyes as she tried her hardest to force a solution be drudged up in her mind despite her limited mental capabilities. Her hair hung down and dragged on the greasy floor, making the floor’s salt and grime a kind of leave-in conditioner.

A young employee walked by and saw the middle-aged Katie bent over with her too-big pants sagging down, obliviously exposing the top of her muffin-top ass crack to everyone behind her. He held in his laughter as he walked on to continue his work, letting his dumb co-worker do whatever it was she were doing.

Standing back straight, Katie nudged the mayo bottle with her foot, trying to hide it under the prep station. There—all better, she thought, then went back to work.

The next few minutes ed in relative calm as Katie managed to flip the patties without incident. She beamed with pride at the perfectly browned meat. I did good, she thought. I’m a good burger cooker. Ms. Lila will be so proud of me.

Lila returned just as Katie was iring her handiwork. “Well, you didn’t burn them this time. Progress.”

Katie’s heart fluttered with joy at receiving praise from a superior, but then sank as she watched Ms. Lila’s gaze drop to the floor and frown.

“What the hell is that?” Lila asked, staring at the ground.

Katie followed her eyes to the white puddle now spreading out from under the prep station. “I don’t know,” she lied, her voice rising to a squeak.

“That’s mayo. That’s a full bottle of mayo on my floor.” Lila’s voice was dangerously quiet.

“No it’s not,” Katie said, the denial automatic and childish.

“We literally just stocked that station. I handed you the bottle myself.” Lila’s eyes narrowed. “Are you really going to stand there and lie to my face about fucking condiments?”

Katie’s lip trembled. Part of her wanted to craft a more plausible defense, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, she blurted out, “You’re a stupid-head and I hate you!”

The outburst hung in the air between them, Katie’s cheeks flushing with the immediate recognition of how juvenile she sounded. Across the kitchen, the fry cook snickered.

Lila’s expression shifted from anger to something more unsettling—amusement tinged with malice. “’Stupid-head’? Did you seriously just call me a ‘stupid-head’? What are you: five?“

“No,” Katie mumbled, scuffing her shoe against the floor. “I’m… I’m…” She frowned, unable to her exact age—which was 35. “I’m old enough to work here.”

“But are you smart enough?” Lila spat, grabbing a mop from the corner. “I swear we need to require IQ tests on the job applications…” She thrust the mop into Katie’s hands. “Clean it up. Now. And then you’re on bathroom duty for the rest of your shift.“

“But that’s not fair!” Katie protested. “The bathrooms are gross!”

“Life’s not fair,” Lila replied with mock sympathy. “If it were, you’d probably be smart enough to operate a spatula without causing a disaster.” She leaned in close, her voice dropping to a whisper. “ when you first came in here? All high and mighty with your fancy words and your better-than-thou attitude?”

Katie blinked, a hazy memory of entering the restaurant in different clothes, with different thoughts in her head, surfacing briefly before sinking again. “I don’t… I wasn’t…”

“Oh, you were,” Lila assured her with a sinister sneer. “The classy intellectual. The brilliant professor… Doctor…” Katie sunk into herself as she tried to make sense of what her intimidating supervisor was saying. “And now, look at you: can’t even keep mayo off the floor—can’t string together a sentence with more than five words—calling people ‘stupid-head’ like a goddamn kindergartner.“

Tears welled in Katie’s eyes, hot and sudden. “Stop being mean to me,” she whimpered, clutching the mop like a shield.

“Or what?” Lila challenged. “You’ll tell on me? Use your words, Katie. Oh wait—you don’t have many left, do you?“

Katie’s face crumpled and twisted in her petulance. She jabbed the mop ineffectually at the mayo puddle, only managing to spread it further. “I hate this stupid job,” she grumbled. “I hate these stupid burgers and this stupid uniform and your stupid blue hair.“

Lila’s laugh was cold and sharp. “Getting personal now, huh? That’s rich coming from someone whose idea of a comeback is ‘stupid-head.’ At least I know how to do my job without creating a biohazard every five minutes.”

The lunch rush had ended, leaving the restaurant relatively quiet. The few remaining customers were absorbed in their meals, paying no attention to the drama unfolding behind the counter. The fry cook had moved to the back, leaving Katie and Lila effectively alone in the front kitchen area.

Lila folded her arms, watching Katie struggle with the mop. “You know what? I don’t think you’re cut out for the kitchen. Maybe we should find you something even simpler.”

Katie looked up, mascara tracks staining her cheeks. “Huh?”

“I don’t know. Professional doorstop? Human paperweight? Crash test dummy? Those seem more your speed.”

“That’s not nice,” Katie sniffled, abandoning the mop to wipe her nose on her sleeve.

“I’m not nice,” Lila agreed. “And do you know why I’m not nice to you, specifically? Because you weren’t nice to me. You treated me like garbage because I work in fast food, like that somehow made you better than me.”

Katie frowned, struggling to reconcile this information with her jumbled memories. “I don’t… I didn’t…”

“Maybe that’s it…” Lila said, an excitement boiling up her tone. “You might be better out at the s in front of everyone—serving the customers that you looked down on earlier.”

“I never looked down!” Katie said, not completely understanding the point Lila was making.

“You did,” Lila insisted. “And now you can’t even it because your brain is basically mashed potatoes at this point.”

Something in Katie snapped. She threw the mop down, splattering mayo across both their shoes. “Shut up! You’re just a…a…meanie! A big mean witch!”

Lila’s eyebrows shot up at the word “witch,” a slow smile spreading across her face. “Careful now. You’re more right than you know.”

“I don’t care what you are,” Katie said, stamping her foot like a toddler. “You can’t talk to me like that! I’m…I’m…” She faltered, reaching for something, some title or credential that remained frustratingly out of reach.

“You’re what?” Lila prompted, her voice taunting. “A professor? A doctor? A respected academic?”

Katie’s eyes widened at the words, something clicking into place momentarily before dissolving again. “I’m…important,” she finished lamely.

“No, sweetie, you’re not,” Lila said, her tone suddenly gentle, which somehow made it worse. “You’re Katie, the burger flipper who can’t even handle that simple task without supervision.” She sighed dramatically. “I’ve tried to be patient. I’ve tried to help you learn. But I’m starting to think you need a more…dramatic adjustment.“

A small, distant alarm bell rang in Katie’s mind—a warning that she was in danger, that she should back down. But the new version of herself lacked the self-preservation instincts of her former incarnation. Instead, she doubled down.

“You can’t do nothing to me,” she said, her grammar deteriorating along with her judgment. “You’re just jealous ’cause I’m prettier than you and the customers like me better.”

Lila’s expression hardened. “Is that so?”

“Yeah,” Katie continued, emboldened by Lila’s apparent restraint. “You’re just a blue-haired freak with too many earrings. At least I look normal.”

“Normal,” Lila repeated, as if testing the word. “You think ‘normal’ is something to aspire to?”

“Better than looking like a weirdo,” Katie shot back, feeling a surge of triumph at having found what she perceived as Lila’s weakness.

Lila stepped closer, her movements fluid and deliberate. “You know what, Katie? I’ve been too subtle with you. I don’t think you understand exactly what’s happening here, or who you’re dealing with.”

Katie backed up until she hit the grill, flinching at the heat. “Don’t touch me,” she said, suddenly uncertain.

“I don’t need to touch you,” Lila replied, her voice dropping to a near-whisper. “I have other ways of making an impression. You called me a witch. Did you mean it as an insult?”

Katie nodded, her confidence evaporating under Lila’s intense gaze.

“That’s where you’re wrong,” Lila said. “It’s not an insult. It’s a job description.” Her fingers began to move at her sides in intricate patterns. “Let me show you what happens to people who push me too far. I can transform you into your worst nightmare with a few words and a gesture.”

Katie’s heart raced, but the childish part of her brain that now dominated her thought processes refused to recognize the gravity of the threat. Instead of cowering or apologizing, she stuck out her tongue. “You can’t do nothing,” she repeated. “You’re just trying to scare me ’cause you know I’m right.”

“Oh, Katie,” Lila sighed, almost regretfully. “You really should learn when to shut your mouth…I…” Lila showed all of her teeth. “I have this problem of my own you see: I often get carried away… If we keep going like this, I might not be able to stop myself from going even further…” Her fingers continued their dance in the air, and she began to mutter words in a language Katie couldn’t identify but that somehow sounded familiar, like something she might have studied in a previous life.

“Stop that,” Katie said, her voice wobbling. “You look stupid doing that with your hands.”

“One last chance,” Lila offered, pausing her incantation. “Apologize and it that you were wrong to disrespect me.”

Katie crossed her arms over her chest, summoning the last of her defiance. “No! You’re not the boss of me! I wanna quit this stupid job!”

Lila’s eyes flashed, and for a moment, Katie could have sworn they changed color entirely. “Oh, but you love this job—aren’t you so happy and proud to serve your favorite people?” she said, and resumed her chanting with renewed intensity.

As the words washed over her, Katie felt a familiar dizziness begin to take hold. The restaurant seemed to spin, the lights pulsing in rhythm with Lila’s words. She tried to step away, to run, but her legs wouldn’t cooperate. The last thing she saw before the world went dark was Lila’s face, no longer angry but almost pitying.

“Welcome to your new life, Katie Sue,” Lila whispered as reality rearranged itself once more.

Katie Sue Bubbert was always getting called out about her uniform being two sizes too small.

Cain’t help that I got some tig ol’ bitties! she thought with a smirk, winking at the man in the tight jeans and cowboy boots that was taking in an eyeful of her strained polyester shirt stretched across her heavy round boobs. In her mind, this was all that was making her uniform so tight, but Katie Sue had a pouchy belly that poked out the bottom of her tiny shirt and hips that spilled over the sides of her pants waistline.

Even at thirty-five years old, her makeup looked like it had been applied with a paintbrush—and with bleached-blonde hair teased higher than her IQ, with a thick southern drawl to go with it, Katie Sue looked like Queen of the Trailer Park.

With a brand new big gap in her front teeth, Katie Sue had never had the braces that had given Dr. Katherine Brighton such a winning classy smile. When she wasn’t running her dirty mouth, those two front teeth sat in plain sight resting on the top of her pouty bottom lip.

Damn, she thought, checking out Mr. Tight Jeans’ butt and still trying to see if she could catch the outline of a big Cowboy Cock stuffed in the front. Ain’t this place just full of fine-lookin’ menfolk today?

Smacking loudly on a piece of old gum—gum she hadn’t been chewing a moment before—she clicked her nails, now long press-ons and colored a chipped hot pink, on the counter impatiently as she awaited another customer to approach the .

She blinked, her fake glue-on lashes fluttering. The restaurant hadn’t changed, but something fundamental in her had shifted—her memories rearranging themselves into a trailer park childhood, a high school career cut short by a pregnancy scare, and twenty-five years of dead-end jobs punctuated by failed relationships with men who drove trucks and drank too much.

“You alright there, Katie Sue?” Lila asked, her voice a put-upon politeness.

Katie Sue snapped her gum and cocked one hip out. “I’m jus’ fine, sugar,” she drawled, her voice pitching up at the end like a question. “Just irin’ the view.” Her eyes drifted to the crotch of a male coworker flipping burgers.

The young man froze, spatula in mid-air, his face cycling through confusion, alarm, and embarrassment in rapid succession.

“Don’t you be shy now, Ricky,” Katie Sue called out. “Mama just appreciates a man who knows how to handle his meat.” She winked, let her tongue hang out, and made a crude jerk-off gesture with her fist.

Ricky dropped the spatula and backed away from the grill. “I, uh, I need to check on something. In the back. Far in the back.” He disappeared through the swinging doors, his ears burning red.

Lila leaned against the counter, arms crossed, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. “Katie Sue, maybe tone it down a notch? We do have customers present.”

“Customers?” Katie Sue’s eyes lit up like a neon beer sign. She turned to survey the dining area, zeroing in on a middle-aged man in a business suit eating alone. “Well now, speaking of customers, that one looks like he could use some special service. Imma get me a rich man and then I kin ditch this damn job…”

Before Lila could stop her—though it was clear she had no intention of doing so—Katie Sue sashayed out from behind the counter, her walk an exaggerated hip-swinging strut. She stopped at the businessman’s table, leaning forward to give him an unnecessary view of her cleavage.

“How’s that burger treatin’ you, handsome?” she purred, batting her eyelashes. “Anything else I can get you? Anything at all?” She emphasized the last words with a suggestive arch of her eyebrow.

The man looked up, startled. “I’m fine, thank you,” he said stiffly, his eyes darting around as if seeking help.

“You sure are,” Katie Sue agreed, misinterpreting his statement intentionally. “I bet you got a real nice package under that fancy suit. I always did have a weakness for a man in business attire. Makes me wonder what kind of business we could get up to.” She licked her lips, leaving a smear of bright red lipstick on her front tooth.

The businessman’s face flushed. “I really am just trying to eat my lunch,” he said, voice strained.

“Oh honey, I bet you got a real healthy appetite for all sorts of things.” Katie Sue perched on the edge of his table, her uniform skirt—now several inches shorter than regulation—riding up her thighs. “Ya know…I’m a little hungry myself. Think I could find something nice an’ looong to snack on iffin’ I was ta climb under this here table—”

“Katie Sue!” Lila snapped. “Get over here!”

With an annoyed sigh, Katie Sue cut her eyes at Lila, then smiled back down at the customer. “Sorry, pal—raincheck on that dick suckin’—boss is callin’. Hey, I get off at eight, but I could get you off a lot sooner than that if you hang around…” She winked and walked off, expecting that he was checking out her butt—even though he wasn’t.

From behind the counter, Lila watched the scene unfold with undisguised delight. The confused discomfort on the customer’s face, the utter abasement of the formerly dignified Dr. Katherine Brighton—it was better than she’d hoped. What had once been a woman who quoted literature and looked down her nose at service workers was now a caricature of trailer trash, making a spectacle of herself at her fast food job.

The businessman gathered his things hastily, mumbling something about a meeting. He left his half-eaten burger on the table and practically sprinted for the door, Katie Sue’s voice following him out.

“Your loss, sugar! I give the best rides in town—jus’ ask around!”

Katie Sue sauntered back to the counter, unperturbed by the rejection. “His loss,” she said to Lila with a shrug of her shoulders, making her big braless boobs bounce. Katie Sue hit on so many men during the day that getting rejected were just part of her life. “Probably got a little dick anyway. I like ’em big enough to choke on, know what I mean?“

“I don’t think anyone could miss your meaning, Katie Sue,” Lila replied dryly. “You’ve got all the subtlety of an 18-wheeler.”

“Huh?” Katie Sue furrowed her brow, her buck teeth hanging from her slackened open-mouth jaw as she pondered this complicated metaphor. Lila had confused the poor redneck, although, in her foggy dumbass backwoods brain, Katie Sue “figgered” it was Lila who was confused.

Boss lady’s talkin’ ’bout trucks? she thought, then attempted to clear up the confusion. “Ah’m talkin’ ’bout cock,” Katie Sue declared at a volume that caused an elderly woman at a nearby table to drop her fork in shock. “My third husband drove an 18-wheeler though, ’fore he ran off with that stripper from Club Crush.”

I used to have standards, a tiny voice whispered in the back of her mind. I used to have dignity and intellect and respect. But the thought was quickly drowned out by Katie Sue’s much louder internal monologue. Wonder if Mr. Tight Jeans over there would pound my coochie if I slipped him some free fries?

Then, the door chimed and a burly man in a flannel shirt and worn jeans walked in. He had the weathered look of someone who spent long hours on the road, his beard untrimmed and his baseball cap advertising a brand of motor oil.

Katie Sue’s eyes locked onto him like a heat-seeking missile.

“Well, ain’t he a cutie,” she murmured, loud enough for Lila to hear. “Would you look at the size of those hands? You know what they say about men with big hands.“

“I don’t think anyone needs to hear what they say, Katie Sue,” Lila said, making no move to stop her coworker as she headed for the newly arrived truck driver.

Katie Sue intercepted the man before he could reach the counter. “Yee-haaaw…welcome to Burger Bonanza, hot stuff,” she greeted him with a big smile, planting herself directly in his path and sticking her chest out pathetically and desperately. “How can I beef up your day?”

She still had lipstick on her teeth, but this wasn’t the type of guy to care about things like that.

The truck driver, apparently more receptive to Katie Sue’s advances than the businessman had been, grinned widely. “Well hello there, darlin’. I was hoping to get something hot and juicy.”

“Ain’t that a coincidence,” Katie Sue replied, twirling a strand of bleached hair around one finger. “I was hoping to get something long and thick.” She glanced meaningfully at his crotch. “How ’bout we help each other out?”

The driver’s grin widened. “I like a woman who knows what she wants.”

“Oh honey, I know exactly what I want, and it ain’t on the menu.” Katie Sue leaned in closer. “I got a special hankerin’ for some truck driver sausage. The kind that comes with its own special sauce, if you know what I mean.”

“What’s yer name, honey?” he asked.

“Katie Sue,” she purred, openly staring at his crotch.

“Dale,” he said, staring openly at her tits. “Folks call me ‘Mudflap’.”

“Well, Mudflap…” Katie Sue took a deep breath and looked around before asking bluntly, “Wanna take me in the men’s room and bang my pussyhole?”

The other employees stared in shock. One of the younger workers turned to Lila. “Shouldn’t we do something? Where’s the manager?”

Lila smiled placidly. “Manager’s at a district meeting all day. And Katie Sue’s just being friendly. Customer service is important, don’t you think?”

Katie Sue had her arm wrapped around Mudflap’s arm as he led her towards the men’s room door. “I ain’t opposed to buttfuckin’, neither. Ain’t nothing like the feel of a big ol’ swingin’ dick knockin’ at my back door.”

The truck driver, initially amused, now looked slightly overwhelmed by Katie Sue’s directness. “You, uh, you sure do have a way with words, Katie Sue.”

“Oh, I failed all them worthless English classes ’fore I dropped out, sugar,” Katie Sue assured him. “But I still know how to use my mouth for better thangs…”

A man in line behind the truck driver was filming the encounter on his phone, barely suppressing his laughter. Two middle-aged women near the soda fountain were whispering furiously to each other, shooting disapproving glances at Katie Sue.

“Does she work here?” one of them asked loudly. “Someone should report her behavior.”

Katie Sue swiveled her head toward the women. “Y’all just jealous. Some of us still got it—Oh, Ms. Lila, Imma take my fifteen right now!” She slapped her own behind for emphasis as she disappeared into the grimy uncleaned men’s room with her new big-dicked friend.

The women gasped in unison and hurried out, leaving their trays behind.

That was rude, that same small voice in Katie Sue’s head observed as she found herself pulling her pants down to lean against the sink. As she heard the echoey sound of Mudflip unzipping his fly down, she bent forward and thought, You were once capable of civil discourse and rhetorical precision.

But Katie Sue brushed those pecky stupid thoughts aside: Wonder which hole he gonna choose to stick his pecker in…

Mudflap didn’t wanna risk this skank’s asshole and ended up sliding his cock in her stretched out pussy. He thought to himself that she was looser ’n hell but pounded away just the same.

The sounds of Katie Sue’s pussy getting pounded were clearly audible in the dining room, adding to that the sounds of Katie Sue’s runaway mouth.

From the restroom came the unmistakable sounds of enthusiastic sexual activity—Katie Sue’s voice carrying clearly through the door. “That’s right, big daddy! Shove that big ol’ dick right up mah fuckin’ cooter! Slam that shit! Harder! HARDER!”

The remaining customers began to leave en masse, some laughing, others looking disgusted. Katie Sue’s co-workers just shook their heads and tried to keep working.

Fifteen minutes later, the restroom door opened and Katie Sue emerged, her hair even more disheveled than before, lipstick smeared across her face. She adjusted her uniform top, which was now twisted and hiked up, allowing one tit to hang visibly out the bottom. She sauntered back to the counter, big titty swinging free, with a self-satisfied grin.

“Now that’s what I call customer service,” she announced to no one in particular. “Y’all hear dat shit? That man knows how to use what the good Lord gave him.“

“Your titty’s out, dumbass,” Lila stated, and Katie Sue chuckled as she readjusted herself.

The truck driver followed shortly after, looking somewhat shell-shocked but not displeased. He nodded to Katie Sue, then quickly ordered a burger and fries to go, leaving a twenty-dollar tip in the jar before hurrying out with his food.

“Come back anytime, sugar!” Katie Sue called after him. “This ass ain’t going nowhere!”

Lila had to laugh at that statement—of course Katie Sue, a woman with no direction or ambition, was ever going to go anywhere in her life at this point. She turned to find Lila watching her, arms crossed and eyes gleaming with something that might have been amusement or might have been malice. “Have fun on your break, Katie Sue?”

“You bet I did,” Katie Sue confirmed, pulling a wedgie out of her asscheeks. “My pussy’s gonna be sore for a week, but it was worth every minute.”

“How lovely for you,” Lila said dryly. “You know, for someone who’s worked here for twenty years, you sure do have an interesting approach to customer relations.”

Katie Sue preened at what she took to be a compliment. “I always say, you gotta give the customer what they want. And what that man wanted was a piece of this fine ass.” She slapped her own behind again, wincing slightly. “Whoo-ee, he did not hold back.“

The few remaining employees were staring at her with open-mouthed shock.

“What are y’all staring at?” Katie Sue demanded. “Ain’t none of you ever had a quickie on your break before? This ain’t exactly my first rodeo, cowboys.”

You used to lecture on feminist theory and the objectification of women in media, that persistent little voice in her head whispered. You had three published papers on the subject.

Katie Sue mentally swatted the thought away like an annoying fly. Sounds boring as shit—rather get railed in a bathroom stall any day of the week.

“So,” Lila said conversationally, “how does it feel to be a greasy burger slut, Katie Sue? A far cry from your days as a respected professional, isn’t it?”

A flicker of confusion crossed Katie Sue’s heavily made-up face. “Respected what now? Honey, I ain’t never been nothing but what you see. Dropped out of high school and moved into my boyfriend’s trailer. Best decision I ever made, even if he did leave me for my cousin a month later.“

Lila’s smile widened. “Of course. My mistake. You’ve always been exactly what you are right now—a thirty-something fast food worker who fucks strangers in bathroom stalls and brags about it.”

“Damn straight,” Katie Sue agreed, missing the sarcasm entirely. “Life’s too short not to get as much dick as possible, that’s what I always say.”

“How philosophical,” Lila murmured. Her fingers twitched at her sides, and she cocked her head as if listening to something only she could hear. “You know, Katie Sue, I’m starting to think you’ve still got some evolving left in you.”

Katie Sue frowned, the expression creating new cracks and creases in her caked-on makeup. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means,” Lila said, stepping closer, “that I don’t think you’ve reached the end yet. I don’t think you’ve hit rock bottom.”

A distant alarm bell rang in Katie Sue’s mind, the last remnant of Dr. Katherine Brighton’s self-preservation instinct. But it was weak, easily drowned out by Katie Sue’s more immediate thoughts about whether the cute delivery boy might be persuaded to bend her over the loading dock later.

“You talk funny,” Katie Sue observed, reaching into her cleavage to extract a pack of cigarettes that hadn’t been there before the transformation. “You wanna smoke? I’m due for another break in an hour. We could share one in the alley out back.”

“I tried to tell you, Dr. Brighton…” Lila said, her voice dropping to a near-whisper. “Once I get going…I get carried away and can’t stop. Now—I have something else in mind for you, something special. Just one more transformation should do it—then I’ll be satisfied.“

“Transformation?” Katie Sue repeated, the word feeling strange in her mouth. “I don’t know what yer yappin’ about, but if it involves that cute delivery boy’s cock, I’m in.”

“Oh, it involves much more than that,” Lila promised. She began to move her hands in the now-familiar pattern, her lips forming words in that ancient, unrecognizable language. “You’re going to absolutely love what comes next, Kay-Kay.”

As the magic took hold once more, the last coherent thought Katie Sue had was, Maybe I can git the delivery dude to go on a beer run for me iffin’ I promise I’ll lick his nutsack. I could chug a fuckin’ sixer out by the back dumpster agin—always makes work more fun: get drunk, suck some balls…

Then the world dissolved into a swirl of colors and sensations, and Katie Sue faded away, making room for something even more of a downgrade to take her place.

Kay-Kay stood bow-legged in the middle of the dining room. She blinked with uneven rhythm, her eyes no longer pointing in the same direction, but rather slightly inward. Drool pooled at the corner of her mouth and spilled over, creating a wet patch on her already stained uniform. Her posture was slack, shoulders hunched forward, head lolling slightly to one side.

She chewed on the end of her index finger and stared at nothing.

Lila clapped her hands together to get her attention, then put her hands on her knees in a playful stance.

“Kay-Kaaay, you gonna be a big-big help and clean up alllllll the tables for us, hmm?” Lila asked in a chirpy voice.

When Kay-Kay opened her mouth to speak, what emerged at first were not words but just simple, guttural sounds—approximations of language.

“Uh…er, uh duh…”

Finally, she gathered all of her mental faculties and spat out something half-way coherent.

“Kay-Kay,” she said, pointing to herself with a crooked finger, her face lighting up with the simple joy of self-identification. “Kay-Kay stoopid-head…” she said, pointing her finger in between her eyes, parroting her earlier insult with impressive self-reflection. She got distracted as she looked down at her tiny, shrunken mid-riff baring uniform.

Boobs, she thought.

“Kay-Kay gots big boobs,” she said.

Kay-Kay grabbed her boobs through her shirt and squeezed them, laughing with a wet, hacking sound that sprayed spittle in an impressive arc. “Hyuh hyuh…haw…” she laughed.

She then started pinching her nipples through her shirt, making the front of her pants darken as they dampened from her leaking pussy juices.

Lila stepped back, iring her handiwork with the clinical satisfaction of an artist viewing a completed canvas. The transformation was total—the degradation absolute. Nothing remained of the haughty academic who had walked into Burger Bonanza hours earlier. In her place stood Kay-Kay—basically a charity hire and completely unaware of her own total ignorance.

“Well, Kay-Kay,” Lila said, enunciating clearly as if speaking to a toddler. “How do you feel?”

Kay-Kay’s face scrunched up in concentration, the effort of formulating a response visibly taxing her limited mental resources. But, then, she gave her right nipple a little flick and she came in her work pants. “Kay-Kay feel goooood…” she itted, breathing heavily as her little orgasm subsided.

The remaining employees tried not to stare out of politeness. They knew that Kay-Kay couldn’t help it, but sometimes she could be a little embarrassing to work around.

“Did she just…?” one girl asked, feeling that she shouldn’t stare at the poor woman.

“Kay-Kay’s just being Kay-Kay,” Lila replied serenely. “She’s always been special. Part of a program that Burger Bonanza partnered with to give special friends like Kay-Kay a place to work. Isn’t that right, Kay-Kay?”

Left alone in the front of the restaurant, Kay-Kay didn’t respond as her gossamer attention span had drifted off in the wind and she began to explore her surroundings with the wonder of a child discovering a new playground. She poked at the drink dispenser, guffawing when it the carbonated liquid shot out.

Lila took the orders of a few customers and let Kay-Kay harmlessly play in the dining area. There was a moment that Lila had to regain control of herself, while in the middle of confirming an order, she looked up to see Kay-Kay staring at her own reflection in the window, picking her nose and with a clear wedgie. Her cotton underwear was hiked up so far above her waistline that it clearly showed the assortment of smiling cartoon characters on the fabric.

More customers came and went, with Kay-Kay unable to offer much assistance. Finally, as Lila was in the middle of an order, Kay-Kay came hopping over to the counter with a big dopey drooly grin.

“Look at my uniform!” Kay-Kay suddenly exclaimed, noticing the Burger Bonanza logo on her shirt. “Kay-Kay has picture! Dat’s a doggy!” She pawed at the embroidered cow with a cowboy hat—not aware that she incorrectly identified the farm animal—with fascination, then abruptly lifted her shirt entirely, her tits flopped into view for the remaining customers in line. “Kay-Kay has boobies! Big ones!”

The customers all looked down at their own feet as Kay-Kay displayed herself.

Lila gently but firmly pulled Kay-Kay’s shirt back down. “Yes, Kay-Kay. But what did we say about showing your big boobies to customers?”

Kay-Kay frowned. “Don’t do it?”

“That’s right—why don’t you try wiping down some tables? Can you do that for me?”

Kay-Kay nodded enthusiastically, her head bobbing like a dashboard ornament on a bumpy road. “Kay-Kay help! Kay-Kay good worker!” She grabbed a rag from the counter and lurched toward the nearest table, knocking over a chair in her haste. When she bent to pick it up, she lost her balance and fell onto her behind, which triggered another bout of hysterical laughter.

“She okay?” a girl in line asked, formerly one of Dr. Katherine Brighton’s students—although that reality didn’t exist anymore.

Lila nodded. “Yeah, she’s just dumb,” she explained. “Like, an absolute idiot.”

The girl sneered. “That’s not very nice.”

Lila laughed at the reflexive politeness. “Oh, she’ll tell you herself: Kay-Kay! What are you?”

Kay-Kay looked up, plopped down on her ass with her legs stuck out straight on the floor with the backs of her hands lying on the ground in front of her. Her skirt was riding up her thick thighs and her underwear was visible to anyone standing in front of her. “Duh—Kay-Kay’s a stoopid-head!”

Satisfied, Lila grinned back at the concerned girl: “See?”

Kay-Kay spread her legs wider where she sat. “Kay-Kay has a coochie down there…” she mumbled quietly, pointing crudely between her legs.

A group of construction workers in line snickered to themselves. One of them called out, “Hey lady, wanna show us that ‘coochie’?”

Before Lila could intervene, Kay-Kay’s face lit up with delighted recognition. “Kay-Kay show!” Her fingers moved to the inside hem of her underwear yanked it to the side, allowing the sunbeams to shine down warmly on Kay-Kay’s exposed stretched-out pussylips. She shrugged her shoulders and looked up, blankly stating, “Dat’s it…”

Outside, a butterfly ed by the window, catching Kay-Kay’s attention.

Birdie, she thought.

That’s when the door chimed, announcing a new arrival. Kay-Kay turned to see who it was and felt herself moisten between her legs.

Mudflap had returned.

He paused in the doorway, taking in the scene before him—Kay-Kay on the floor, legs spread, her pussy hanging out—nothing out of the ordinary as far as Mudflap was concerned.

Lila watching with calculated interest as Mudflap snapped his fingers and hooked his thumb in the direction of the men’s room.

“Kay-Kay, take yer break now, honey, and git yer ass in the men’s room,” he ordered.

Kay-Kay, mouth hanging open in concentration, nodded and let her underwear snap back into place before rolling her body to the side in an effort to heft herself back up to her feet.

“What’s he doing?” the girl asked Lila.

Lila just grinned as she realized what her reality shift had done: “That’s Kay-Kay’s boyfriend. He’s just spending some time with her—Kay-Kay loooooves Mudflap.”

Shuffling over to her boyfriend, Kay-Kay wore a dopey smile. “Time for buttfuck fun?” she asked.

Mudflap just bared his teeth in a hungry grin and smacked Kay-Kay’s fat bottom as she ed by him on her way to the men’s room.

Within minutes, Kay-Kay had her face an inch from the sink mirror, crossed-eyed, slack-jawed, and staring at herself with a thick line of drool bouncing and swinging from her chin as her body was shaken by the big cock shoved up her butt.

Kay-Kay nodded vigorously, drool flying from her chin. “Kay-Kay like dick in the butt!”

Her skirt was pushed up and her underwear was yanked down to her knees. Her big tits hung from the bottom of her tiny little shirt, but her uniform visor still sat on her head. She smiled at the Burger Bonanza logo in the mirror.

“Doggy!” she huffed. “Ruff-ruff!”

Mudflap grinned while he jackhammered and slapped his girlfriend’s ass as she barked like a dumb dog. “You my stupid doggy-girl?”

“Ruff-ruff!” Kay-Kay responded before laughing at how much fun this game was. “Hyuh-hyuh! Ruff! Haw-haw!”

Weiner in my booty… the formerly brilliant professor thought.

“My stupid little princess—you wanna—uh, yeah—you want me to jizz in yer butthole or—ugh—you wanna drink it up?”

“Kay-Kay thirsty!” she said, prompting Mudflap to let his cock slip from his girlfriend’s butt with a plop! and then dangle down as Kay-Kay spun around, almost tripping with her underwear tangled around her legs. She managed to drop to her knees and slurp up Mudflap’s dick.

Suck-suck, Kay-Kay thought as she reached behind herself and stuck three fingers up her butt while she nursed on Mudflap. She liked having stuff up her butt because it made her feel good. With a few wiggles of her fingertips, she managed to make herself squirt all over the bathroom tiles. Her eyes turned further inward as she reveled in the good feelings and the taste of her ass on her boyfriend’s dick.

Then her cheeks were filled with cum.

A few minutes later, the couple were back in the dining hall saying goodbye. Kay-Kay’s hair looked like a crow’s nest and the bottom of one side of her skirt was tucked into her underwear, allowing one pale buttcheek to hang out.

She didn’t notice.

“Later, dummy,” Mudflap mumbled, slapping his girlfriend’s exposed ass, not bothering to fix it for her.

“Bye-bye…” Kay-Kay responded, her attention drifting to Mudflap’s backside in tight jeans as he walked out the door.

Butt, she thought, then a grin spread on her face.

Lila appeared behind Kay-Kay and fixed her skirt for her, like an attentive caretaker. “You have fun in there, Kay-Kay?”

“Mudflap’s cock-cock go so far up Kay-Kay’s butthole…” she said, still staring forward as Mudflap’s dried cum sat on her lips and cheeks.

An hour ed and the sun went down, then everyone went home. The last of the customers were fed and off to carry on with their lives. The other employees, knowing what was coming, were in a hurry to get out of the restaurant—they knew how Lila used Kay-Kay to get the place ready for the morning return.

“Oh Kay-Kaaaay—it’s closing time and you know what that meeeeeans,” Lila said with an excited grin.

Kay-Kay was playing with ketchup packets in a corner booth. She’d managed to smear it on the table and was drawing squiggly lines on the table with ketchup. With a smudge of ketchup on her chin, and little bit in her hair, Kay-Kay looked up at Lila.

“Kay-Kay…clean? Kay-Kay clean restaurant?“

“That’s right—very good,” Lila confirmed.

“Kay-Kay clean!” Kay-Kay repeated, clapping her hands together. “Kay-Kay like clean!”

As Lila began to lock the doors, Kay-Kay began to disrobe, pulling off her greasy uniform and sweaty underwear, tossing them in a pile on the floor. With all the bright lights still on, and the interior of the restaurant clearly visible from the road, Kay-Kay stood completely naked in the middle of the Burger Bonanza dining room and assumed her usual position at this time of the night.

“Kay-Kay’s ready!” she announced, leaning on a table and sticking her bare ass out.

Lila locked the front doors and dimmed the dining room lights. She waltzed behind the counter and opened a cabinet labeled: Kay-Kay’s Cleaning Supplies. From the cabinet, she pulled out a 12-inch purple silicone dildo.

“Okay, Kay-Kay—here comes the airplane!”

“Hyuh-hyuh!” Kay-Kay chuckled as Lila walked up behind her and stuck the dildo up her butt. “Ahhhhh…” she sighed with a half-lidded smile as the good feeling of having something up her butt returned. “Kay-Kay like the plane…”

“Here’s your rag—” Lila said, dropping a wet dirty rag on the table with a splat! “Now, off you go!”

The nightly routine of Kay-Kay wiping up all the tables, naked with a big dildo sticking out of her ass and wobbling behind her with each bounding step, was Kay-Kay’s favorite time of day. Lila just tapped away on her phone as Kay-Kay cleaned the whole dining room. Every now and then, Lila was look up to see that Kay-Kay gotten distracted and she’d have to redirect her.

“Leave the light switch alone, Kay-Kay,” she’d say, and Kay-Kay would sheepishly nod and get back to her work. Her butt jiggled, her tits bounced, her dildo wiggled—and Lila just smirked. A few more minutes would before Lila would hear Kay-Kay giggled and saying, “boing…boing…boing…” Lila would look up to see Kay-Kay trying to look over her shoulder at the dildo poking out from between her buttcheeks while she hopped up and down.

“Kay-Kaaaaay…” was all she had to say before Kay-Kay quickly resumed her cleaning duties.

After all the tables were done, Kay-Kay stood proudly in the middle of the dining room, her naked skin shiny from managing to get lots of the soapy water all over herself. “Kay-Kay all done-done,” she announced.

“Yes, very impressive,” Lila said dryly. “Are you proud of your work?”

Kay-Kay grinned and nodded.

“Take a look at yourself, Kay-Kay,” Lila said, gesturing to the reflective windows.

Kay-Kay followed Lila’s finger and caught sight of herself. Transfixed by her own image, Kay-Kay pointed and guffawed. “Kay-Kay see Kay-Kay! Kay-Kay naked with toy weiner in her butt! Kay-Kay look fuhh-neeee!” She laughed, a wet “haw haw” sound accompanied by a fresh trail of drool.

Lila watched with satisfaction as Kay-Kay laughed at herself, seeing no shame, no recognition of her degradation—only pleasure in her own debased state.

The transformation was complete. Dr. Katherine Brighton, with her advanced degrees and intellectual superiority, was gone.

So, Lila decided to bring her back.

With a flick and pinch in the air, Lila moved her hands in a way that blurred the air of the restaurant—

And then Katherine found herself staring at herself in the window—naked, something in her ass, cold from the soapy water on her skin…

What the…fuck!? her mind raced as horror took over her expression.

Almost choking on her huffing breath as panic set in, Dr. Katherine Brighton’s eyes were wide in shock. “What—what’s happened? What am... Why am I…?” she turned to Lila for answered and help, but her gaze was only met with aloofness.

Why am I standing here? her mind raced. Why am I naked? What time is it? What day is it? Have I ed out? Am I sick? What about the conference? Where’s my briefcase?

All of these thoughts rushed around Katherine’s confused, yet once-again brilliant, brain. I need to get out of here, was her last thought, though it came too late.

“What do you think of yourself now, Kay-Kay?” Lila asked, then flicked her hands again.

All at once, the terror subsided and Katherine looked at herself in the window again. Slowly, her eyes dulled back over as pleasant stupidity washed through her once again. She grinned and pointed at the window.

Boobies, she thought.

“Lookit the dumb laayy-deeee!” she said, smiling and still pointing at the reflection of herself, not recognizing what she was looking at. “Hyuh-hyuh-hyuh! Lookit the dumb laaaayyyy-deeeee…” she repeated.

“That’s you, Kay-Kay,” Lila explained with a satisfied smile.

Kay-Kay turned, beaming with genuine happiness. “Kay-Kay’s a dumb laaaay-deeee…”

With a sigh, Lila turned to gather her things and head home. She flicked the light switch, sending them both into darkness, and unlocked the entranced.

Kay-Kay looked down at herself as the ing headlights of cars on the road splashed shadows acorss her nude body. “Kay-Kay got big boobies and a toy in duh butt…”

With a momentary tinge of regret, Lila stopped and looked back at her creation. “I did it again… Maybe I went a bit too far… Are you happy like this, Kay-Kay?” Lila asked, halfway out the door.

“Kay-Kay likes weiners…” Kay-Kay explained.

Lila nodded, satisfied. “Then, Kay-Kay you shall remain. See you in the morning.”

With that said, Lila left stupid little Kay-Kay behind to finger herself until she fell asleep naked in the breakroom—like she did most nights. When she finally reached climax, it was with a series of grunting “haw haws” and a fresh dribble of drool on her boobs and thighs. She lay on the dirty breakroom couch afterward, panting and giggling, apparently unconcerned about her surroundings or her nakedness or the dildo still protruding from her rear.

Butt feel good… was her last thought before drifting off into dreamland, snoring away naked in the breakroom until the first employees of the new day showed up, rousing her awake and starting everything all over again. Another day of more french fries, more cartoon doggies, more ketchup fun, more drink dispenser play, more Mudflap buttfucks, more cleaning…

She was happy. Dr. Katherine Brighton was gone forever, and Kay-Kay would remain—happy in her ignorance, joyful in her job, content with a life of simple pleasures and no intellectual pretensions.

And she was much more polite to service workers now.