Tea house wish

“I’m… sorry… It’s all my fault” Peter mumbles as he backs away and bumps into a tray of hot tea, spilling it everywhere onto the floor. Confused by his strange reaction, I shrug my shoulder calmly and grab a towel to clean up the mess before it got any worse. Letting out a soft sigh of annoyance, I tuck my long hair behind my ear and soak up the tea with the towel, making sure I don’t burn my perfectly manicured fingers. “I’m sorry for making you do this” Peter sobs as I finish cleaning and put the towel away.

“It… okay” I reply lightly in my cute and accented voice as I make another cup of tea for him. I always struggle with speaking English, but the foreign tourists always pay the most for my services, so I’ve been learning a little. Focusing on pouring the tea, I pout my plump lips in concentration as my wide slanted eyes make sure I don’t spill a drop as trained by my mistress. “Tea… calm…” I say reassuringly with a warm smile as I hand Peter a freshly brewed cup.

Hesitantly taking the cup from my slender hand, he takes a sip before putting it down and staring at my face with guilt. “何か問題がありますか [Is something wrong]?” I ask with a frown, wondering if I made a mistake with my make-up before my shift as I glance at the mirror to check; only to see my cute and perfect face in the reflection. Feeling a little awkward from Peter’s strange behaviour, I feel a shiver race up my body as the silky kimono feels good against my smoother and sensitive skin, subtly developing into a creamy oriental hue. “You… pay for… service” I say encouragingly, hoping that I can finish up with him sooner and move onto someone less weird than him for the night.

“N-No I didn’t… it was just a wish” Peter splutters in denial as I frown at his response, not understanding what he meant. Readjusting the kimono around my petite body, I start to feel increasingly hot and start to sweat as I wonder if the air-conditioning is working. Not wanting to cause a scene, I subtly loosen my kimono down the middle to cool down, but Peter’s eyes instantly stare at my chest. “See! You’re growing titties!” he shouts, pointing at my chest as I blush red in embarrassment at his rudeness.

Admittedly my chest tingles all over from my skin stretching and my nipples becoming puffier, but his sudden outburst surprised me. “W-what… you mean?” I stammer in broken English as I touch my chest and shiver from my nipples rubbing against the kimono. Nothing feels amiss as my areolas double in size and darken while waves of fat slowly move along my tender chest and slowly accumulate under my nipples. Still feeling unbearably hot, I loosen more of my kimono but Peter stares at my chest in pure disbelief. “見つめるのをやめる [Stop staring]” I mumble shyly in fluent Japanese at his rather perverted gaze.

“Don’t you realize you’re growing boobs?” Peter splutters, pointing at my chest as I blush red. Memories of horny businessmen and teens gazing at my breasts flash in my mind as I shrug my shoulders at the assets I’ve been born with. Giving him a little tease, I press my tits together between my arms as they rapidly fill with fat and expand into modest C-cups hanging from my chest. “I… need to reverse the wish…” Peter mumbles as I giggle at his awkwardness. Normally saved until last, I decide to let him have some fun with my breasts as I pull down my kimono to reveal my tits as they swell into heavy F-cups with a deep cleavage in between.

Unlike my usual customers begging to rub their cock between my breasts, Peter stumbles back in horror like he saw a monster. “気に入らないんですか [You don’t like them]?” I ask quizzically as I squeeze my breasts and feel the soft milky flesh skin between my fingers. Pushing my chest out provocatively, my shoulders crunch narrower while sharp collarbones pop higher atop my smaller frame. Peter’s trembling hands almost spills the second tea I made him as my diaphragm contracts and my ribs crunch smaller too. “You… want… something else?” I ask in a thick Japanese accent as my customer fumbles for words. Unsurprisingly, foreigners like him are not used to the services I provide at the tea house and the rather unique experience I can offer.

“N-No… that’s not what I mean…” Peter stammers, trying not to stare at my sultry face and jiggling breasts as I walk towards him. By now, the other customers would be tearing off my kimono and pinning me to the floor like they paid for, but the American foreigner refuses to touch me at all. Only wanting to please Peter like the others, I slowly undo more of my kimono until it reveals my belly as it flattens into a toned core with a slimmer waist. “I… I’m sorry… I didn’t wish for this to happen…” he splutters guiltily as I frown in confusion.

“You… wish what?” I ask in a thick Japanese accent as my soft and sultry voice lingers in the room. His eyes dart between my swaying breasts and the tea set nearby as a boner visibly grows in his pants. Approaching him again, my hips pop multiple times as it pushes outwards into child-bearing proportions with fat filling the sides. “I… no remember… wish” I mumble as my wide hips sway side to side with every step until I’m standing in front of Peter. Looking up at him from my petite height, I always wondered why Americans are so tall as my spine crunches curvier and shorter to match my smaller frame.

 “Y-You don’t remember?” Peter splutters hopelessly as he reaches for his phone and scrolls through the images. Arching my back to have a better look at his phone, my ass tingles as fat floods in and causes it to swell into a round bubble butt within seconds. The kimono hides most of my curves, but I can feel my skin tingle as it stretches to contain the growing ass cheeks my customers love to spread apart before pounding me from behind. “I… I just wished for a more authentic experience” Peter stammers as I giggle at his nervousness.

“I… very authentic…” I coo into Peter’s ear I unravel more of my kimono to reveal my thighs rippling with fat. Moaning softly, my thighs rapidly become thicker than my head as my sensitive inner thighs rub against each other and sandwich my balls in between. My smooth and flawless creamy oriental skin shimmers under the dim lights as Peter ogles at my body. “I… born here…” I mumble, remembering my childhood in Kyoto and growing up with a curvy body from my mom’s features before working at the tea house.

 “No, you’re not… you’re my friend Mike” Peter shouts desperately, making me flinch from his sudden outburst. He shows me pictures of him and another American standing in front of a shrine, but I don’t recognize the other person at all. “We’re just tourists” he says, showing me more pictures of the other guy, but I frown in confusion. Focusing on the phone, I don’t notice my feet crunching a few sizes smaller into dainty toes suitable for feminine slippers.

“Me… no Mike… Me… 増代 [Masuyo]…” I reply, pointing at myself, but Peter shakes his head in denial. I’ve been told foreigners can act strange, but I didn’t expect him to be this weird as he continues to show me pictures.  Despite his erratic behavior, I find his towering body and deep masculine voice attractive as I bite my bottom lip seductively and tuck my long hair behind my ear. “You want record…?” I ask suggestively, pointing at his phone as I drop my kimono to reveal my round breasts and slender body.

“W-wait… you mean to…” Peter gulps in surprise as his eyes dart across my body so many people would only dream to touch. His boner is clearly visible in his pants as I press my breasts against him and kiss him lightly on the cheek, turning him on even more. Fuck. Just looking at him is making me unbearably horny as my crotch heats up and my face blushed red with arousal. “See?! You used to be a guy!” Peter splutters, pointing at my crotch as I look down to see a dick protruding from the front.

Shrugging my shoulders, I grip the shaft with my dainty fingers and feel the rubbery texture underneath before pulling it outwards with a loud slurp. By body shudders with pleasure as juices ooze from my pussy lips and I stop myself from moaning loudly. “Me… have fun” I giggle, waving a plastic double ended dildo as Peter’s jaw hangs open in shock. Some of my customers have unique fetishes, and I always try to make their dreams come true. His gaze locks onto my pink pussy lips in disbelief as I teasingly spread them open for him to see.

“It’s… it’s wrong to do this…” Peter gasps, trying to hide his boner, but I slide my hand into his pants and cup his balls in my palms. Looking lustfully into his eyes, my hand glides further up and stroke his throbbing boner expertly as he stifles a groan. Overcome with arousal, his knees buckles, and I straddle him on the floor between my thick thighs and slowly peel back his pants. “F-Fuck… it’s wrong… but you’re so… hot… fuck…” Peter grunts, unable to make up his mind, but I can feel his pre-cum oozing onto my hand.

 “F-Fuck me… Me want…” I purr into his ear as he kisses me on the lips and gropes my breasts. I let out a girly moan and my body jolts with pleasure as he pinches my nipples and pulls me closer. Straddling him, my breasts bounce in front of him with every breath as I arch my back and slowly lower myself onto his throbbing cock. “Ahhhnn… mmmpphh...” I moan feeling the tip of his girthy cock spreading my tight pussy lips apart. My eyes roll back as I feel every inch of his dick slide deeper in my pussy until it rams against my womb and my warm vaginal walls wrap around his shaft. Akin to stereotypes, American cocks are so much bigger and pleasurable to ride than the local businessmen as it stretches my pussy to its limits every time I gyrate my hips.

“F-Fuck… I’m about to…” Peter grunts but it’s too late as I feel a gush of hot cum filling my pussy. Panting, I climax at the same time as my pussy overfills with cum and my vaginal muscles squeeze his cock instinctively for more. “How am I supposed to explain this to your family…” Peter mumbles to himself as cum oozes down my thighs and I smile at him.

“No explain… me wish… you have same happiness…” I giggle, wanting all my customers to leave the tea house with satisfaction after my services and come back later for more. A cold breeze swirls in the room and Peter’s eyes widen in fear. Beads of sweat forms on his forehead as he starts to feel unbearably hot. “どうしたの [What’s wrong]?” I ask, seeing him squirm uncomfortably on the floor.

 “D-Did you just… make a wish?!” Peter grunts as his cock becomes painfully stiff again and a wave of arousal flows through his body. Breathing heavily, he feels overwhelmingly horny as his dick continues to uncontrollably pump cum out until his balls become empty and shrivelled. “The same… unngh… happiness?!” Peter moans as his balls slurp into his crotch and reform into ovaries while his dick becomes flaccid before retracting into his crotch too and leaving a tight slit in its place. Touching his flat crotch in disbelief, he lets out a yelp as moist pussy lips push out and his vagina deepens inside. To his horror, his pussy feels full as a stream of hot sticky cum starts to ooze out of his pussy like mine.

“The same… あなたのような [like you]?” Peter whimpers, as his voice cracks higher into a feminine and cute tone with a developing Japanese accent. His pussy buzzes with satisfaction from the recent climax as his lips plump up and his neck becomes slimmer. I stare at him in confusion as his American features slowly twist into an increasingly feminine and Asian complexion. His cheekbones pop higher and his jawline softens while his eyes become slanted like mine with dark brown irises between long eyelashes. “I… don’t want to be… like you” Peter groans as his short hair cascades down to his shoulders, keeping his blond color.

“What… happening?” I ask dumbly, not understanding the wish I just triggered as I watch my customer convulse on the floor while his shoulders crunch narrower and his arms becoming slimmer. Dainty feminine fingers with long nails touch his chest as I watch his toned body become softer as his nipples perk up and slowly push out into modest B-cups. Within seconds, I watch his breasts swell into a similarly sized D-cup like mine as he looks down at the deep cleavage in between. “You… be girl?” I ask as Peter only manages a grunt as his waist sucks in while his hips push out to accommodate his growing ass and thickening thighs. Sounds of skin stretching and bones popping fill the room as Peter finally shifts into a slender and busty Japanese girl with blonde hair as cum continues to ooze from his pussy.

 “You wish… 同じ幸せ [same happiness]?” the girl pants, looking down at herself as I stare at her in confusion. She looks strangely familiar, but before I can think properly, the door swings open and my manager stands at the entrance with another customer. Bowing politely, I obediently rush to the tea set to brew my new customer a drink as the other girl’s eyes glazes with the same desire to bring happiness to the customers. “二人とも欲しいですか [do you want us both]?” she asks with a sultry smile as the man nods his head.