Make Up Prose While Sick: A Barista Princess (Patreon)

While I am beyond the strict quarantine period of COVID (I can go out but need to mask for 5 days), I still feel sick and exhausted. I haven't been able to concentrate to do any new writing, but I am dedicated to making sure people get their monthly prose!

Here is a secret project I have been working on. The idea is to take the tropes of a classic Barsoom/Space Opera pulp story and apply them to a war of coffee houses in modern times. So these are the early chapters getting the titular pulp cover princess set up for the story.

A Barista Princess

Chapter 1

An Order of Fate

Karina Kansas tapped her $400 heel as she stood in line. Typically her assistant would be standing here getting the coffee.

But instead that bitch called out for 'food poisoning...' Karina grumbled to herself, looking over her $250 sunglasses to browse her emails. Maybe I should just fire her and get someone new...

The $3,000 business suit hugged Karina's svelte, angular torso and legs. Her shallow chest huffed under the $525 silk blouse. A thin finger ran back through her tightly tied brunette hair as she stared daggers into the back of the head of the customer before her.

Finally it was her turn, and Karina's heels clacked over the tiles up to the counter of the Burroughs Beans Coffee Lodge.

Behind the counter was a young woman with a blonde bob desperately marking a paper cup with all the instructions she'd just gotten. Before she had finished Karina started her order the moment she stopped at the counter.

"Right, a large eleven shot, four pump-"

"I'm sorry, ma'am, I just need a moment to finish this..." the clerk interrupted softly.

Karina's cheeks flared.

"I'd expect you'd have that finished before the next customer is ready!" Karina huffed, "I need a large eleven shot, four pumps caramel, exactly two coca milk, a dot of whip-"

"Ma'am, I'm sorry, I...excuse me..." the blonde stepped away and Karina could overhear her and the prior customer confirming the order again. Karina was seething when the blonde came back, but the barista gave the best smile she could muster.

"So sorry about that, what can I get you?"

Karina narrowed her eyes as she took off the sunglasses, leering at the blonde's name tag.

"Look, Beatrice, I have a company to go run and because of your inability to keep up I may be late to a meeting. So I expect you'll put my order ahead of the others."

Beatrice took a deep breath and pushed the smile back onto her face.

"I'm very sorry, ma'am, I will do what I can. What was your order?"

"I've said it twice."

"I...don't think I heard all of it."

Karina took a deep breath, and then began speaking with a slow pace and over-pronouncing everything.

"A large eleven shot. Four pumps caramel. Exactly two coca milk. A dot of whip. And six shakes of nutmeg, no more, no less, and mixed in, not sitting on top."

"Okay, yes, okay," Beatrice nodded as she typed as much as she could into the touchscreen. Glancing out into the coffee house she saw there was no one behind Karina at the moment. Aside from the customer whose order she had just taken there was only a woman sipping her earlier order at a nearby table. She flipped it over to Karina, "I'll get that all onto the cup and start it myself for you, if you could insert or tap to pay."

Karina smacked her phone at the screen and it cleared with a Beep! to the tip page - which Karina swiped away. She swung the screen back towards Beatrice with such force it clacked harshly and startled the blonde.

"I'll have it for you down here right away," Beatrice squeaked, scurrying to the other end of the prep bar. Karina watched her with eagle eyes, letting out a frustrated sigh. She put her sun glasses back on and clacked down past the other customer, who was still waiting for another barista to finish.

Karina and the customer before her got their drinks at the same time, the other woman smiling and thanking as she took it and left. Karina sneered as she took the cup from Beatrice, sniffed it, and took a sip.

With a dramatic gag Karina spat the mixture over the counter and onto Beatrice's red Burroughs Beans Coffee Lodge apron.

"What is this shit?!"

"What you o-"

"I want to talk to your manager."

Beatrice lingered for a moment as she processed what had just happened. Her eyes were wide, actually becoming glassy. Then she nodded and shuffled off. As Karina let out a long huff she failed to notice the lone seated customer take notice of her.

A moment later another woman came out who didn't look much older than Beatrice.

"Hello, ma'am, I'm Triana, what can I-"

"You need to fire that barista," Karina exclaimed, "She has done nothing but treat me poorly."

"I'm sorry ma'am," Triana replied with a long sigh she tried to hide as true concern, "Can you elaborate on what happened so I can make a report?"

"She was rude to me at the register, making me wait a needlessly long time as she just stood there writing something," Karina exaggerated. She was aware it was a lie. The CEO didn't even try to pretend to herself that it was a bent truth. "Then she clearly didn't listen to my order because there was too much nutmeg in it, and before I could even take the cup from her you can see she spilled it on the counter! And you expect me to tip before I even get any of this shitty service?"

"Ma'am, I'd be happy to refund the coffee and remake the coffee and give you a credit for a future cup."

"It's not my money I want, it's my time. I have important things to do, I am a queen of a company, do you understand that? If I can't have back the loss I have occurred today then I am going to be sure to see that the person who ruined my day pays for it. You need to fire her."

"Ma'am, that's not our process here, there will be a disciplinary inquiry that-"

"If I don't walk out of here next to an unemployed girl you will be on the losing side of a public relations war like you have never seen!"

"Ma'am, I-"

This time it wasn't Karina's shouting that caught Triana mid-sentence. Instead it was a snap of fingers that came from behind Karina. And Triana didn't just stop talking - she stopped moving. Entirely. In fact, the other barista who had been quietly cleaning nearby had also frozen in her tracks. Karina was confused and startled, narrowing her eyes as she tried to understand what had just happened.

"Okay, I have heard enough."

The new voice also came from behind Karina, who spun around to come face-to-face with the other customer. She'd walked right up to the CEO, her nose nearly touching Karina's.

"Who...who are you?"

"Not a 'queen.' But someone more powerful," came the response through a smile. "That was some fantasy you laid out just now. But I think I can do you one better..."

***

Chapter 2

A Fantasy Realized

"What...are you talking about? Who are you?" Karina insisted.

"Well, in the fantasy I am drafting you were on the losing side of the war, and losers don't get to write the history. So quiet for now," the woman smiled. She waved her hand in front of Karina's mouth and her lips stuck fast together. She tried to open her mouth to say or scream anything, but it was as if her lips had been superglued together.

Or had their flesh merged.

"It's quite a classic and tired trope in this reality, the 'haughty CEO is nasty to a working woman 'beneath' her..." the customer mused, circling Karina. The CEO tried to turn to follow her but found her heels would not budget from their spot atop the tile.

"Maybe I'll use an even older trope to teach you a lesson. I'm in a pulp mood. Such great art on those old pulp sci-fi and fantasy mags, don't you think? Or are you too young and boring to remember?"

Karina hadn't really been listening as she struggled, but if she had been she wouldn't have known much about what the woman was referring to.

"You'll have to look the part. I always enjoyed a nice bare foot..."

The struggling ceased for a moment as Karina felt herself drop a few inches, her bare heels landing hard on the floor. She could suddenly feel the cold tile on her soles. She glanced down her jacket and blouse to see her naked toes twitching. Shock didn't last long and Karina tried to move again, but grunted as she found the skin of her feet was now stuck to the floor.

"Much better. But of course, none of this modern high fashion in classic high fantasy..."

With a wave of a hand Karina hadn't noticed she felt a wash of cold air fall over her as she was left standing in nothing but her bra and panties. She jaw painfully stretched her sealed lips as she tried to scream curses as the woman circling her like a shark. Her hands moved to grip and cover her slight chest and the curls pushing against her underwear.

"Ah, no no no," the woman clucked, wagging a finger, "No shame in that skin in fantasy tropes! From now on your hands and anything held by them can no longer come within six inches of your breasts or groin."

Karina felt a force bump her hands away from her underthings, as if invisible pool floats had been inflated around them. No matter what she tried the CEO could not get closer than have a foot from her chest or crotch."

"Now, underwear is a standard outfit choice, but it should be less fabric and more embellishment"

Karina shuddered and sucked her fused lips against her teeth as her bra and panties started to change, each fiber of fabric become thinly spun gold. The golden threads pulled together, forming finely fashioned golden adornments.

A wince flashed across Karina's face as she felt a golden disc shape itself over each nipple and areola. It was thinner than a penny and spread only just far enough to cover the circumference of pink that capped her pale breasts. She felt the center of it grip her tiny teat, which was the only thing keeping the twin adornments in place.

The metal was light of weight but still created a tug on her nipples Karina could not ignore. She stared down at the slight slopes atop her ribs as a yellow chain reached from one golden-capped nipple to the other, the chain only just long enough to connect them. Concentric circles of diamonds bloomed out from the center loops where the chains linked her tits.

Around her hips the golden threads were forming thin wires. They broke across her lower belly, leaving the skin between her naval and her mons completely bare. Instead the thin metal looped backwards, forming a delicate thong that passed between her toneless butt cheeks and tracing her taint.

The gold looped up along her labia, tracing them more so than covering them, but certainly forming an intricate barrier against any incursion. The golden strands met and merged together just above the apex of her vagina, gently pulling in and creating a light pressure on her clit and mons. Pearls popped into existence along much of the golden length, except for a ruby that formed at the top of the peak poking between her thighs.

Karina peered down at as much as she could see, then shot a displeasing look at the woman still circling her.

The expression was ignored.

"Not bad, not bad. But not enough artful adornment on the eye candy..."

Little cold pinches pricked bits of Karina's skin here and there as bands of gold dotted with gemstones crisscrossed her arms and legs. Sharper nips to her previously un-pierced ears and naval ushered in dangling diamonds. Even more delicate silver chains connected her nipple plates to her belly-button to her hips. These strands hung loosely in a spiderweb pattern.

Karina's cheeks puffed and she threw another slew of curses into the back of her ungiving lips.

"Much much better," the woman smiled, rolling her hand in the air as she considered Karina's new décor. "But you know...while you look the part you don't really look the part..."

***

Chapter 3

Filling Out The Role

Even though everyone else in the Burroughs Beans Coffee Lodge was somehow stopped in time that didn't mean Karina wasn't completely mortified by what was happening to her. Her slim, nearly naked body shivered in the open air. Her feet were magically adhered to the gritty tile floor. The metal discs pinching her nipples hung coldly from the curve of her petite curves, tugging them downward. Chilly metal was wrapped around her crotch and limbs like yellow vines. And no matter how she tried Karina was incapable of placing her hands on her bust or groin to sooth them.

The woman who was responsible for all of this continued to circle the stripped CEO. Karina couldn't even ask her why she was somehow enacting these embarrassments on her since Karina's lips were fused shut. But it was clear that things weren't finished yet.

"Yes..." the woman mused, "You don't see many pulpy princesses so stick thin as you. Another time back then, a different preferred aesthetic. But it isn't hard to fix that here..."

The woman waved a hand up and down over Karina and instantly she felt a quiver wash over her skin.

And then every inch of her...bloated? No, that wasn't quite right. Stretched? It was difficult for Karina to succinctly define to herself what she was experiencing. The effect of her flesh...inflating?...at slightly different rates across her body was too much.

The least change was to her arms and legs. All four became softer, filling out not with muscle or even fat really, just becoming more comfortable to hold...caress...lay into. The golden bands and ringlets that encompassed them here and there had not magically shifted along with them, forming tight divots and valleys where the gold wasn't soft enough to be pushed outward. The jewelry now had a very tight grip on her.

Karina felt a pooling of weight behind her as her ass cheeks wiggled and grew, ripples rolling across the skin as inches of fat flowed into them. There was a creaking and gentle groaning from her hips as her lower body broadening to better carry the new wobbling masses. The golden thong dipping within them was lost from view as the encroaching globes pressed together.

Greater growth moved to the front of the CEO's body, moving upwards. She watched her trim tummy bump outwards slightly, just enough that a hand could sink into her softer flesh.

Then her view was obscured as Karina's breasts began to bulge outwards.

Sadly this is as far as I have gotten so far...

They jiggled as Karina felt fresh fat forming beneath her flesh. The skin stretched and adapted then stretched again. Her gentle slopes were ballooning outwards inch over inch, riding high on her ribs. Like the rest of the gold adorning her the chained caps did not change as her body did, and as her boobs bulged ahead the short chain tugged at her trapped teats. The metal clamped to her nipples - which were also engorging within their confinements - soon reached the limits of the chain, and as her bosom continued to expand the chain forced her breasts to pull together forming a deep cleavage that wouldn't have existed if left to hang naturally.

In short order Karina had a matching butt and bust, each globe only comparable in size to bowling balls.

"Let's not forget that visage of yours," the woman added as Karina felt her lips begin to puss outward.