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🕑 Added 2022-12-31 01:22:46 +0000 UTC
“This way please” says a well-groomed man in a suit, gesturing to a small store hidden behind a boutique fashion store. With a smile, Jerome follows the man’s directions and enters the small establishment as a young couple happily walks out. Ignoring the stains on the girl’s skirt, Jerome notices the staff cleaning a table and mopping the floor before giving him and the man a cheerful greeting.
“This is quite… quaint, Sato-san” Jerome mutters, admiring the intricate details on the walls and furnishing despite still suffering from jetlag after his flight from France. Stepping aside, Jerome lets Sato-san order both of their drinks in Japanese before taking their seats nearby. “Ah, thanks so much for offering me the finance position at your company” Jerome begins as Sato-san opens his binder and places it on the table.
“No problem, Jerome. You’ll be a great addition to our company” Sato-san replies with a grin as the waiter hands them their drinks. Desperate for some caffeine, Jerome immediately takes a sip, tasting peaches and green tea on his tongue as his interviewer leaves his cup alone. “Let’s fill some papers fir---” Sato-san continues, pulling out a few sheets of paper.
“Oh, this is so fucking good” Jerome blurts out, covering his mouth in embarrassment, “I’m so sorry… I don’t know why I said that…” he mutters quickly as his face turns red. Giving him a reassuring smile, Sato-san hands him a pen to sign the papers as a devious smile stretches across his face. “Thanks for the pe---what the…” Jerome gasps, looking down to see his hands trembling as they reach out for the pen. Watching his fingers spasm and contort, he notices his palms shrinking as his fingers become slender and feminine with long manicured nails. Confused, he grabs his hands only to feel the changes run up his arms, making his wrists and biceps thinner and his broad shoulders painfully crunching inwards.
“We think you’ll be better suited in the filming division” Sato-san grins as he flips through his binder, “And you’ll be my girlfriend, Himari” he adds as Jerome looks at him in bewilderment. Jerome flinches as the cold pen touches his feminine hands and Sato-san pushes the paper closer to him.
“I’m not signing this” Jerome shouts, but his hand betrays him as it scribbles his signature onto the paper. “No… what… that wasn---” he splutters in confusion but his eyes immediately glaze as foreign memories invade his mind and he begins to feel oddly aroused by looking at the man opposite him. “What the fucccck?!” Jerome shouts, as his eyes clear and he tries to run out of the store, but he finds his feet unresponsive as Sato-san strokes his face.
“My little slut…” Sato-san murmurs as he stares into Jerome’s eyes, “I want you cute and young…” he adds with a grin as Jerome’s face begins to turn numb. Grunting, Jerome feels his face tighten with youthfulness, dropping a few years as it becomes smooth and covered in makeup. Struggling to talk, Jerome’s jaw dislocates and becomes rounder as his cheekbones rise to form a cute feminine face much to Sato-san’s desires.
“W-what? You can’t make me your girlfriend” Jerome splutters in horror as his voice cracks, shifting higher into an adorable feminine voice still dripping with lust and a thick Japanese accent. Covering his mouth in surprise, his Adam’s apple disappears from his throat, leaving it slender as his lips plump up and widen with glossy lipstick into a permanent seductive pout. “I sound… Japanese” Jerome gasps as his nose shrinks into perfection and his eyebrows thin. Blinking a few times, his eyes widen into almonds with a typical oriental slant as his irises take on a light hazel tone, reflecting his new Japanese heritage. Rubbing his eyes in confusion, Jerome’s hair begins to cascade down to his shoulders, turning light brown and smooth as cute bangs form on his forehead.
“You look just as I wanted” Sato-san grins as Jerome finds himself blushing in embarrassment and seductively tucking his long hair behind his ear. “You foreigners are too tall…” Sato-san adds, making Jerome look up in alarm as his spine suddenly snaps, becoming shorter and curvier while his legs follow suit, making him now a head shorter than Sato-san. “Keep drinking” he commands, forcing Jerome’s body to pick up his drink and wrap his lips around the thick straw.
“S-stop… it…” Jerome splutters between sips as his chest begin to heat up and sweat. “So… 熱い{hot}…” he pants as he rips off his ironed shirt, letting Sato-san see his darkening and puffy nipples as the cool air brush across them. Desperate to quench his thirst, Jerome continues to sip on the drink, feeling his flesh stretch as fat begins to build up under his nipples, pushing them out. Moaning as Sato-san pinches his nipples, Jerome finds himself leaning forward for Sato-san to stroke more as his A-cup tits slowly swell out into B-cups. “触らないでください {Don’t touch me}…” Jerome whimpers under his breath as Sato-san cups his tits in his hands, feeling the fat continuing to flow into Jerome’s breasts, expanding them out into D-cups. Shivering with pleasure and blushing, Jerome thrusts his chest forward for Sato-san to grope his soft and heavy breasts, twirling his finger around Jerome’s hard nipples. “S-something’s happening” Jerome squeals as his tits balloon out into E-cups, with milk sloshing in his mammaries from the past few sips of tea. Moaning, Jerome feels Sato-san’s grip tighten around his breasts as trickles of milk begin to seep out of his swollen nipples. “I’m… lactating?!” Jerome pants, reeling back in surprise, feeling his round and heavy E-cups jiggle on his chest as he looks down at his massive cleavage.
“The viewers and I will love that” Sato-san chuckles as Jerome hopelessly wipes the puddle of milk off the table. Feeling his stomach gurgle, Jerome rubs it as it flattens under his hands with an acquired appetite for hot cum as his waist quickly sucks in. “Looking sexy, honey” Sato-san grins as an uncontrollable smile form on Jerome’s face.
Grunting, Jerome shifts in his seat as his hips loudly pop outwards to child-bearing proportions, spilling off the side of the chair as fat continues to push his hips further apart. “No… noooo” he squeals as his ass begins to ripple with additional flesh, pushing him up from his seat. Trying to catch his breath, Jerome gropes his fattening ass, feeling his feminine fingers sink into his soft flesh as it swells out into a thick peach ass. “Ahnnnn… oh god…” he moans, running his finger down his deep ass crack as memories of getting ploughed from behind fills his mind.
“Do you love me?” Sato-san asks with a wide smile as Jerome’s eyes glaze.
“Mhhmm… yeee--- fuck no, you freak” Jerome splutters as he regains control, feeling his thighs buzzing with energy as fat begins to bubble under his skin. With labored breaths, he clutches his thighs in horror, watching them expand out while his juicy and soft inner thigh start to rub against each other and crush his balls. Spreading his legs apart to free his balls, Jerome feels the changes flow down to his feet as they crunch down a few sizes with petite feminine toes and pedicured nails. Feeling a wave of heat rush across his body, Jerome looks around to see all his bodily hair falling to the ground, leaving his skin smooth and soft with a creamy yellow-ish hue reflective of his new Asian background.
“Hmm… show me your skills. Give yourself a hand-job” Sato-san laughs, watching Jerome’s eyes widen in fear as he resists Sato-san’s demands. “Imagine it’s my dick you’re touching” Sato-san adds, as Jerome’s eyes glaze and begin to salivate from the thought. Playfully wrapping his hands around his throbbing cock, Jerome shivers from the soft feminine touch.
“Y-you like?” Jerome coos, starting to stroke his hand along his shaft as he stares lustfully at Sato-san, imagining his veiny cock in his hands. Rubbing his finger along the tip of his cock, Jerome shivers as his dick immediately blows its load all over the table and his thighs. “Mhmmm so sweet” he giggles, scooping his warm cum into his mouth and savoring the taste before swallowing it. “Honey, give me mor--- what the fuck did you make me do?!” Jerome splutters, as his eyes clear once again and he wipes his cum stained hands across the bottom of his chair.
Shrieking out, Jerome feels his empty balls deflate and wither before slurping into his body, becoming extremely fertile ovaries pumping estrogen throughout his body. “Not… my dick” he cries as his cock shrinks and inverts into his crotch, forming a pair of pink pussy lips on his flat crotch. Jerome shudders as the tip of his cock morphs into a pulsating clitoris while his shaft expands into a sensitive and warm vaginal wall.
“Do you love me, Himari?” Sato-san asks again as Jerome stares lewdly at him while his fingers instinctively plunge into his tight pussy, making him moan loudly.
“N-no… I fucking ha--- mmhhmm yeeesss babe, I’m so wet for you” Jerome giggles as he pulls his fingers out of his aching pussy to reveal a string of juices still connected to his fluid soaked hand. “I… I love you…” he pants, eyes glazing and beginning to lactate as his mind clouds, wiping away all memories of his life and family in France and replacing it with a new slutty Japanese personality. “P-please hire... Himari…” Himari begs, as all traces of her past life disappears along with her English vocabulary, leaving Japanese as her primary language.
“証拠を見せて {Prove it to me}” Sato-san grins, pulling his pants down to reveal his bulging boner.
Smiling, Himari seductively ties her hair back while drool begin to escape her plump lips as she imagines her boyfriend’s cock in her mouth. Lowering herself below the table, she crawls to Sato-san and submissively looks up at him as her heavy tits hang to the ground like teardrops. “これで十分ですか {Is this enough for you?}” Himari mumbles with her lips wrapped around his pulsating cock, almost gagging as it pushes to the back of her throat. Moaning, she twirls her tongue around Sato-san’s shaft as she thrusts her lips along his stiffening cock before being rewarded with a hot dollop of cum splashing all around her mouth.
“Hmmm… I’ll have you for myself first” Sato-san chuckles to himself as Himari quizzically looks up at him with cum on her lips, unable to understand the language but burning with arousal.
