Becoming a local

The occasional clack of the mechanical keyboard disrupts the constant hum of Lance’s computer as he nonchalantly scrolls through the internet. The mundane advertisements and images on his screen does little to attract his attention and distract him from the blistering hot afternoon outside. Readjusting his seat, the warm leather clings onto his sweaty skin as his white singlet does little to hide his beer gut. Scratching his beard and wiping the sweat off his bald head, he clicks onto a travel vlog of a girl exploring different parts of Japan with a wide smile and a ponytail. The rather short video ends with her cutesy voice and links to other vlogs, piquing Lance’s curiosity as he scrolls into the links.

Seeing a link to a hotel she reviewed, Lance eagerly clicks onto it and immediately becomes blasted with a blinding white light from his screen. Loud Japanese pop music start to blare from his speakers, echoing within his room and making his ears ring. “Ahh fuck” Lance grunts as he quickly exits the website and mutes the speakers; his excitement for Japan was mildly ruined but he continues to watch her videos. Blinking his eyes multiple times, he soon realizes that his vision is starting to blur despite his perfect eyesight; walking to his bathroom, he tries to see if there is anything in his eye.

Nearing the mirror, Lance gasps in shock to see a dark brown iris on his left eye while his right retains his piercing blue colour. “What the…” he mutters in confusion as he leans closer towards the mirror to see his eyelids quivering before slowly widening into an almond complexion with an obvious slant at the corner of his eyes. Trying to wake himself, Lance rubs his eyes and gasps in horror to see both his eyes brown with hooded eyelids and a distinct Asian appearance. “What’s happening?” he mumbles and flinches as the deafening Japanese pop music resumes. Running over to switch the speakers off once more, Lance finds himself understanding occasional words in the lyrics as his eyebrows thin and become neatly plucked.

Feeling lengthening hair tickling his higher cheekbones, Lance returns back to the mirror and brushes a few strands out of his eyes to see silky black hair sprouting out of his previously bald scalp. “Holy shit…” he mutters in disbelief as he runs his fingers through the long hair and winces as he tugs at the ends flowing down to his lower back. Carefully tucking away a cute fringe behind his ear, Lance feels oddly excited from the added weight on his head and the soft brushes against the back of his neck. Without warning, his jaw suddenly pops and becomes softer while the structure of his masculine face slowly distorts and shrinks into a smaller and feminine structure. “Oh wow--- accchhooo” he sneezes, hearing his nose shrinking into a cute button nose while his double chin disappears to create a slimmer appearance despite his still evident beer gut and flabby male arms. “I look… like an Asian chick…” Lance mutters to the mirror seeing his lips plump up and curl into a permanent seductive smile while his perfect and pearly white teeth glisten in the light.

“It must’ve been that website!” Lance says with excitement with his voice cracking at times, ignoring the odd reflection of a Japanese girl’s head atop his male body. Clearing this throat multiple times, he doesn’t notice his neck becoming slimmer with the absence of an Adam’s apple as his collar bone sharply cracks higher to accent his swan-like neck. “Where’s that websit--- ohhh…” he murmurs as he returns back to the computer, immediately covering his mouth as his voice cracks higher into a cute yet strangely seductive feminine voice with a clear Japanese accent. “My voice…” Lance squeals in surprise but blushes with arousal from his own womanly voice.

Frantically clicking through the vlogger’s links, Lance feels his fingers spasm and twitch as they become slender with long glossy white nails. As the mouse feels larger in his shrinking palm, he hears his wrists crack as they thin while his biceps simultaneously deflate into toned and weak limbs lined with a thin layer of fat. “How do girls even type with these nails--- arghhh” Lance flinches as his broad shoulders crunch inwards into a dainty and round feminine frame. Finally finding the link with the blinding white screen and blaring loud music, Lance scrolls down to see flight tickets to Japan and a hotel booking at his apartment address ending tomorrow morning. “What the… my apartment isn’t a hotel…” he mutters in confusion as the room around him starts to shimmer and shift into a modern hotel room that seems oddly familiar to him. Looking around at the new objects forming around him, his back suddenly arches into a S shape thrusting out his chest and ass on both ends. Hearing his spine pop and shrink to better suit his smaller frame, he leans closer towards the computer screen and realizes that he can understand a few Japanese characters on the ticket.

“I… I can read Japanese?!” he whispers to himself in astonishment as his feminine voice echoes in the room. His sultry voice is disrupted by a loud gurgling sound emanating from his beer belly as his innards churn and twist in protest against the changes. Clutching his stomach in pain, Lance retches instinctively, seeing a string of sweet saliva roll off his plump lips and drip onto the desk as the fat in his belly start to disappear. “Oh god…” Lance groans, patting his smoothening stomach until it comes flat and toned to the touch evidencing a strict diet and routine exercise. Simultaneously, his broad waist quickly sucks into a distinct hour-glass figure girls envy while lumps of excess fat starts to flow up his body and towards his hips.

“Oooh… mmpphhh… wow…” Lance moans softly as his sensitive nipples start to chafe against his now oversized singlet. Pulling back the thin material, his jaw drops to see wide and dark areolas surrounding a pair of puffy nipples. As the fat from his belly reaches his softening chest, the skin starts to ripple with activity and bulge in some areas stretching out his skin. Pressing his palms against the hard nipples, he gasps breathlessly as he feels them push outwards from the accumulating fat under his budding breasts. “These boobs… so sensitive…” Lance shivers as his tits swell into modest firm C-cups with round underboob. Groping the soft flesh in his small hands, he smiles to himself as his breasts balloon into heavy D-cups, slightly sagging like teardrops from its weight and pressing against his baggy singlet.

“I guess… better time… in Japan as local…” Lance mutters to himself in broken English, seeing his nipples poke out from his singlet as his seductive oriental face smiles back in the mirror. Finally noticing his deteriorating English vocabulary, he covers his mouth in shock as another language bombards his shifting mind. Looking at his phone, the words on the screen becomes incoherent as his brain races to remember its meaning. “くそ {damn it}” Lance sighs in fluent Japanese as he furrow his brows in frustration. However, his attention quickly shifts to his hips as they painfully pop outwards with a loud snap, making him stumble backwards in surprise and brace against the sink for support. Exploring his wider lower body, he gasps as his hands trace along a pair of child-bearing hips still expanding outwards with fat and stretching out the lower portion of his singlet.

“この体はとても軽い {This body feels so light!}” Lance grins, feeling the curves along the side of his body as the remaining fat from his belly gurgles down to his ass. Feeling the pressure building in his ass cheeks, he hunches forward until his round breasts press onto the cold ceramic sink and his ass thrusts higher into the air. “Ooohhhmmmphhhhh… yeeeesss…” he moans loudly in a lustful voice as fat continues to build up under his softening skin until his ass swells into a plump peach ass begging to be violated. With his knees quivering from all the new sensations sparking throughout his body, Lance feels his thighs jiggle as his already fatty thighs softens and become fleshy pillows. The muscles in his legs become toned and thicker with a silky layer of fat to support his wide hips and round ass. Seeing his reflection blushing red with arousal, he rushes back to his bedroom to check on his computer as his feet cracks and snaps smaller from each step into petite feminine toes with matching glossy nails.

“どうした？ {What happened?}” Lance gasps breathlessly as he looks around to see a completely refurnished hotel room with a discarded lingerie set on his bed and a laptop replacing his gaming computer. His attention shifts to an opened suitcase filled with slutty clothing and two passports carelessly placed on top. Completely confused and slightly curious, he steps closer and picks up the passports, noticing one as Japanese and the other as American. “何？ {What…}” he gasps, opening the Japanese passport to see a photo of his feminine face with ‘Himari’ printed clearly at the bottom. “No no… not name…” he groans, clutching his numbing mind and winces as he tries to remember his name. Flipping open the American passport, he sees a blond haired man with a chiselled jaw smiling back looking oddly familiar. Although he didn’t mind becoming Japanese to experience Tokyo better, he didn’t want to completely loose his identity.

“Me… no girl…” Lance repeats to himself as racks his brain to remember his name. Staring intently at the American passport, his eyes widen in recognition as a smile form on his face; he finally fighting against the mental changes. “David! My friend…” he says confidently remembering all the times they spent time together in his bedroom playing games… and fucking. Lance starts to hyperventilate as his mind becomes perverted with memories of kissing and getting ploughed from behind back at home in Japan. “He my… friend… boyfriend…” Lance mutters weakly as he tries to push away the overwhelming thoughts. The taste of David’s cum and the muscles on his back becomes engrained in Lance’s mind.

A loud ping from Lance’s phone in the bathroom breaks his crashing thoughts as he walks up to it and unlocks it to see Jpop idols and apps written in Japanese. Seeing a text from David, he opens it and almost drops the phone in shock; with butterflies in his stomach, he reads the translated message once more, ‘See you in ten minutes for a quick fuck before our trip to Japan tomorrow”. Blushing red in embarrassment, Lance tries to stop himself from imagining David’s dick but be becomes strangely aroused.

“Flight tomorrow…” Lance mutters to himself in confusion as he walks back towards the passports with his dick painfully erect and poking against his singlet. “I need… get ready…” he sighs; how could he forget, he’s just returning home after a trip to America to meet David’s friends and family. The thought of getting pinned to the bed and fucked overwhelms his conflicting memories. In a daze, Lance grabs his cock with his hand and starts to rub it sensually, imagining it to be his boyfriend’s. “好きですか {do you like?}” Lance moans to himself, bringing him into an intense orgasm, sending all his cum spraying onto the floor.

As the salty and recognisable stench of cum reaches his nose, Lance’s mouth starts to drool, imagining his plump lips wrapped around the shaft as his fingers continue to squeeze his shrinking dick. Biting his lower lip, he shivers from another orgasm as his empty balls slurp into his crotch, becoming fertile ovaries making way for a deeper cavity in his body. Licking his cum soaked fingers for a little taste, more memories of growing up in Tokyo and meeting David online before an intimate relationship fills his mind. “Ooohh… mmphhh… moreeeee…” Lance moans softly as his hand brushes against a flat crotch gurgling from an inverting cock. His eyes start to roll back and his mind fog as a tight pink slit forms down his crotch with moist lips glistening in the light. Imagining David’s fingers penetrating his puffy lips, Lance’s body rocks in ecstasy, pushing his fingers deeper into his vagina until they rub against the walls and his clitoris. With his toes curled and jaw clenched from all the pleasure, he doesn’t notice his skin turning softer and smoother as it shifts into a creamy oriental hue accenting his new heritage.

On the verge of bringing himself to his first female orgasm, Lance flinches as the hotel door opens with a chime and David stands at the entrance with a wide grin. “Himari… you couldn’t wait huh?” David chuckles as he immediately strips off his clothes and sees Lance’s cheeks blush red in embarrassment.

“Me Lan--- H-Himari… yes… Himari…” Himari coos impatiently as she sees David’s girthy cock, abandoning her pleading inner consciousness for immediate pleasure. “Fuck Himari… hard…” she slurs with a strong accent, seeing David’s dick harden as she spreads her legs apart to reveal a tight shaven pussy. Without hesitation, he jumps onto the bed and throws her delicate arms above her head before connecting his lips with hers. “Mmmhhhh… yesssss…” Himari mumbles between breaths as David presses his chest against her round D-cup tits and teases her pussy with the tip of his cock. Without warning, he thrusts his hips into Himari, making her gasp aloud as his veiny dick slides effortlessly into her pussy and rams against her womb. Arching her back, she feels his cock pump in and out of her pussy as her vaginal muscles desperately clench his shaft. With each thrust, her heavy breasts jiggle in response as the rest of her memories enters her mind and the laptop in the distance turns off. Smiling to herself, she is thankful for meeting David and having the opportunity to show him her wonderful country starting tomorrow.