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🕑 Added 2024-08-14 16:15:46 +0000 UTCCheers and applause echo around a relatively modern and small office as Ben proudly stands in the middle of the room. Thirty hardworking and loyal office workers continue to congratulate their boss with admiration and gratitude for all the work he contributed to the success of their insurance company. “Thank you everyone!” Ben shouts over the cheering as he cuts the cake and receives a huge card filled with names and messages from all the staff that worked for him over the years. The party continues, but he’s pulled aside and into his private office by Marcus, his childhood friend and business partner since they founded the company.
“I just wanted to say congratulations and best of luck to your retirement” Marcus says warmly as he takes out a bottle of champagne and pours a glass for themselves before giving a toast. Friends since childhood, the two greying hair men chuckle to each other and happily discuss the struggles they endured together as business owners. “I can’t believe you’re leaving first” Marcus sighs with a hint of sadness as he remembers starting the company with Ben in a shed together and slowly growing the business and employees over the years.
“I just wanted to spend more time with my family” Ben replies with a smile as he glances at a framed picture of his wife and two children laughing into the camera. Unlike his friend, Marcus, a workaholic devoted his life and time to the business, leaving him single with more money than he can spend in a luxurious penthouse. Taking another sip of his champagne, Ben frowns at the strange bitterness, but ignores it and continues chatting with his close friend. “Or I can start a rival company” Ben smirks jokingly but Marcus stares at him with a spark of anger.
“I can’t let you leave with all the company secrets and strategies” Marcus says flatly as his friend chuckles awkwardly at the sudden change in tone. Years of research and hard work put into the success of the company cannot be leaked to a rival business as Marcus stares at his friend with a look of betrayal. “I want you to transfer all your files to my computer” he demands, pointing at Ben’s computer sitting on his large oak desk.
Confused by his friend’s strange request and outburst, Ben hesitantly moves behind his desk and turns on his computer as instructed. However, his hands hovers over the keyboard and he frowns in bewilderment at the haziness in his mind. “I… I don’t remember my password…” Ben stammers in disbelief as he tries multiple times only to be denied access to his own computer. Typing frantically, he doesn’t notice his wrinkly and rough hands crunching smaller and smoother with slender fingers and lengthening nails. “Some sort of… mind blank” Ben mumbles in frustration as he rubs his throbbing temples, causing his wrists to narrow and his biceps to melt into a thin layer of womanly fat around his delicate limbs.
“Hmm… good good…” Marcus chuckles sinisterly at his business partner’s panic as Ben frowns at his unusual reaction. Ben clutches his belly in pain as it gurgles loudly and causes him to retch multiple times from the farewell cake and champagne mixing inside. Gasping for breath, his beer belly starts to flatten into a toned core within seconds and his waist sucks in to create an emerging hour-glass figure. “I can’t have you betraying my company with your retirement” Marcus snarls without remorse as Ben falls to his knees in agony, feeling his broad shoulders crunching narrower into a rounder and smaller frame.
“W-what? B-betray?! I’m loyal” Ben groans winded as his diaphragm and ribs contract to match his smaller torso. Wheezing for breath, he tries to pull himself up only to finally notice his dainty manicured hands struggling for strength on his desk. “Did you p-poison me?!” he grimaces as his back involuntary spasms multiple times before arching sharply, causing his spine to become curvier and shorter. Reaching out for his phone to call for help, he winces in frustration as his long nails uselessly clacks against the glass screen. “I… I promise I won’t leak anything!” Ben shouts desperately, feeling his feet crunching a few sizes smaller with dainty toes only suitable for high heels in the office. The changes race up his legs as his calves cramp up and become slimmer while his dainty feet slip out of his expensive oversized leather shoes.
“Don’t worry Mei… I made sure you won’t” Marcus laughs sinisterly as he casually walks over to the office door and locks it. Grunting, Ben feels his thighs trembling with activity as waves of fat floods under his skin and causes them to become thicker within seconds. His Italian tailored silk trousers only manage to momentarily contain the changes before ripping in half from his plump thighs already wider than his head. A moan escapes from his lips as his highly sensitive inner thighs rub against each other and sandwich his balls in between, making him blush red in embarrassment. “I think it’s about time I get rewarded for all the work I put into the business too” Marcus hisses with envy as he glances at Ben’s family happily smiling in the photo.
“Huh? Mei? Are you stupid… I’m Ayame” he snaps back angrily but covers his mouth in shock. Frowning, he tries to concentrate, but his mind is so hazy and the profile on his computer has a Japanese name. “A-Ayame… n-no… I’m… Ayame…” he mumbles in denial, but the only name he can remember is the distinctively Japanese name becoming easier to say every time he repeats it. His eye twitches with resistance as he vaguely remembers his wife calling him that name, only for him to grimace in confusion as he struggles to remember his own wife’s name or her appearance. “W-what’s happening to my memories?!” he groans as his head throbs painfully and he feels years of memories warping as his mind becomes corrupted.
“I’m not a bad guy… I’ll let you keep your knowledge about the company… but in a more suitable position as the secretary and my wife” Marcus grins with satisfaction at the plan he devised months ago when his business partner mentioned the possibility of retirement. As the secretary, things can continue running smoothly in the company and provide Marcus a family he never managed to create.
“Wha?! Wife?!” Ayame splutters in horror as Marcus smirks at his reaction. Without warning, he crumples to the floor from his hips suddenly dislocating as they explode outwards into child-bearing proportions with a loud crack. He groans in pain and clutches his throbbing sides as they rapidly fill with fat and finally force the waist of his trousers to tear in half, revealing his lower body. “I… I’m a man… I… I have a f-family” Ayame splutters in a panic, glancing at the photo of a family smiling, but not recognizing them.
“MY family” Marcus chuckles, watching his transforming business partner arch his back in agony as fat ripples into his ass. Ayame groans softly as his stretched briefs remain precariously wrapped around his wide hips as the thin fabric starts to dig into his ass crack. Making it worse, his ass continues to pulsate with activity as more fat floods into his ass cheeks, causing them to protrude out as a bubble butt. Squeezing his huge ass in horror, Ayame gasps in surprise as his slender fingers sink into the soft pillowy jiggling flesh making use of his wide hips. “I’m sure you know my preferences…” Marcus smirks teasingly as his friend’s blood turns cold in fear.
“A sexy… young Asian chick?!” Ayame splutters in horror, remembering Marcus’ taste in cute and obedient Asian girls since college. He tried to date a few in the past, but the relationship always fell apart from Marcus’ workaholic tendencies. “I… I don’t want to be… her” Ayame whimpers, hearing his voice cracking higher into a cute and feminine tone with a thickening Japanese accent. Covering his mouth in horror, his lips plump up with lipstick into pillowy cock sleeves with glistening white pearly teeth. Coughing a few times, his neck becomes slimmer as his Adams apple disappears and his ears become pierced with small golden earrings. Touching his face in disbelief, he feels the contours and structure slowly shift underneath his skin; his jawline becomes softer while his cheekbones pop higher to form a rounder and more feminine appearance. “Y-you can’t do this to me!” Ayame screams, feeling his nose cracking narrower into a cute button nose while his wrinkly and aged skin start to tighten and become smoother.
“I… I’m not your submissive and slutty Asian wife!” Ayame shouts in a girly and heavily accented voice as a layer of make-up coats his feminizing face, making him look increasingly younger every second. His tired and aged eyes widen with a distinct slant and long eyelashes while his irises turn dark brown with youthfulness and sparkle. “S-stop it… please!” Ayame squeals as his short and greying hair rapidly grows down to his shoulders, turning jet black and silky smooth with a sweet scent. Awkwardly pushing his long hair out of his eyes, his jaw drops in shock to see a sexy and young Asian girl staring back from the reflection of his window.
“Ayame… you look perfect” Marcus snickers with satisfaction as his friend touches his feminine and unfamiliar face in disbelief. A million questions rush through Ayame’s mind, but his thoughts become foggy and slow with a strange feeling towards Marcus. To his surprise, Marcus starts to take off his clothes and drop his pants to reveal a throbbing boner despite his age swinging between his legs. “As my wife and secretary… suck it” he demands as Ayame stumbles back in shock and disgust.
“Wha… what the fuck?!” Ayame splutters as he tries to look away with distaste, but his slanted foxy eyes remain focused on the veiny cock. Marcus’ words start to echo and repeat in Ayame’s hazy mind as he squints his eyes closed to block the image, but his mouth starts to drool hungrily. Trying to shake the thoughts away, his lips and throat begin to feel increasingly dry and the scent of Marcus’ salty pre-cum wafting into his nose becomes intoxicating. “N-No… I don’t want to…” Ayame grunts, trying to stop himself from picturing a cock in his mind, but he falls weakly to his knees in front of Marcus. Opening his eyes, it feels so humiliating to be inches away from a pulsating cock, but his heart beats faster and he begins to wonder how it’ll feel in his mouth. “N- no… m-maybe a quick one” Ayame mumbles defeatedly, as he succumbs to the newfound urge to obey Marcus.
“N-Not like I’ll lik--- oomphhhh” Ayame gags as he looks up at Marcus with large submissive doe-like eyes before feeling his lips pushed apart by his friend’s cock. His body tenses and he struggle to breathe as the huge cock slides to the back of his throat before starting to slide in and out. “Gaahugh… ggaahhh…” Ayame moans with his mouth full, but his saliva lubricates the shaft, and his tongue starts to twirl around the tip of the dick. Initially revolted by the stench and saltiness of Marcus’ dick, Ayame finds himself starting to crave and salivate the unique taste as his tastebuds change. “Ommphh… mmmphhh…” he slurps loudly starting to bob his head encouragingly and slide his lips along the shaft until he hears Marcus grunt loudly.
“Aw fuck” Marcus gasps, but it’s too late as he blows his load and cum sprays into Ayame’s mouth and all over her face. Swallowing it all and licking his lips, Ayame smiles eagerly as he savours the taste on his tongue. Within seconds, his body absorbs the hot cum and his mind starts to feel hazy again as his memories and personality becomes increasingly corrupted. “How was it?” Marcus laughs, pulling his dick out of the Asian girl’s mouth and watching strings of cum drip down.
“Disgu--- delicious… mmhmm… so yummy” Ayame blurts out as he eagerly licks his lips clean with the desire to obey every word from Marcus. Sucking the man’s dick no longer feels strange and unnatural to Ayame, but glancing down to see his own dick between his thick thighs reminds him that he should be a man, not a cock hungry Asian slut. “Me… no want… ガール [girl]” Ayame stammers in broken English as he struggles to form coherent English sentences in his mind. Beginning to panic, he blurts out whatever he can in English, but nothing makes sense as Japanese vocabulary fills his mind. The reports on his table and the poster on the wall becomes harder to read and understand as memories of his childhood in America warp into a more suitable life in Japan to match his new ethnicity. His mind races with new and conflicting thoughts, but they become interrupted by a strange sensation on his chest.
“Uunnghh… me… so horrnyy…” Ayame moans as she tears off her shirt to reveal her hard and puffy nipples. Biting her plump lower lip, she gasps and notices her areolas doubling in size and becoming darker as her once saggy and scared chest smoothens and becomes tender. Gasping for breath, she feels her skin shift as rolls of fat moves underneath and accumulates under her nipples, slowly pushing them out into budding A-cups. “Aah… hahhh… me… grow… boobies?!” she squeals in horror as her tits continue to swell into modest C-cup within seconds. Grimacing, she feels her skin stretch to contain the sudden influx of fat building up inside and cups her breasts in her hands in shock at the sudden growth. Her sensitive petite body suddenly spasms with pleasure as she accidently pinches her nipple, and she feels her fingers sinking into the warm milky flesh. “とても大きい [so big]” Ayame wheezes in fluent Japanese as her breasts finally swells into round D-cups hanging from her chest like udders. Gasping for breath, she feels her deep cleavage jiggle under her chin while her heavy breasts heave up and down with every breath.
“Looking good, Ayame” Marcus smirks as he ogles her huge breasts begging to be groped and sucked on. The Japanese girl tries to cover her tits in embarrassment, but her face flushes red with happiness from the compliment. Waves of memories flood into her mind as she vaguely remembers kneeling in front of Marcus before letting him slide his cock between her breasts and making him cum all over her face and chest within minutes. “Oh wow… are you getting turned on by me?” Marcus asks teasingly seeing Ayame blush from all the perverted thoughts and her puffy nipples.
“Y-yes… 見ないでください [don’t look]!” Ayame stutters truthfully and obediently as she notices her pulsating boner protruding from her crotch. A shiver runs through her body as her bodily hair disappears and the rest of her wrinkly and old skin becomes softer and tighter to match her new age before developing a healthy creamy oriental hue suiting her Japanese ethnicity.
“Make yourself cum” Marcus demands with a smirk, seeing the Asian girl’s eyes widen in fear and realization. The corner of Ayame’s soft lips twitch as she considers shouting back at him in denial and her hands hover hesitantly over her throbbing cock. “Treat it as if it is mine… you little slut” Marcus snarls as Ayame’s heart beats faster from the sudden inflow of memories of giving him handjobs under the table and in the car upon his request. The dick protruding from her crotch no longer looks strange as she starts to imagine Marcus’ cock an inch away from her hands.
“Y-yesh… riiittle slutttt” Ayame slurs in a thick Japanese accent as she wraps her slender fingers around her dick and start to pump her hand along the shaft. Her breaths quicken and her body spasms with pleasure as pre-cum starts to dip out, causing her mind to become hazy. “Ahhnn… me… make you happy” she pants as she expertly lubricates her hand with her saliva before rubbing her dick even faster, making her eyes roll back in ecstasy. After a few more seconds, she finally succumbs to her sexual urges and blows her load, spraying salty hot cum all over office floor. With every drop of cum spewing from her pulsating cock, years of memories disappear as her personality and memory warps to match her new age and body. “Mmphh… me shhooo hornyyyy” she slurs with her hands coated in cum as a more transparent and less viscous fluid starts to squirt from her dick.
“Ahhn… やばい [feels so good]” Ayame pants breathlessly as her empty balls shrink and retract into her crotch with a wet slurp before reforming into a pair of fertile ovaries. Her petite body shivers from the change in hormones as she gazes lovingly into Marcus’ eyes. Already becoming flaccid, her dick finally inverts into her crotch, leaving a tight slit in its place as pink and moist folds push out invitingly. Running her dainty hand along her flat and shaven crotch, she lets out a girly yelp as her fingers brush along her pussy lips.
Memories of growing up in Tokyo flashes through Ayame’s mind as she remembers attending university and meeting Marcus at a hostess bar one night. Despite the obvious age gap, she found him attractive and wealthy before falling in love with him. Ayame’s friends and family considered her a gold-digger when she eagerly accepted the old foreigner’s proposal to be married and live with him in America, but she truly loved him. “I… love… you” Ayame giggles to her husband as she kisses him on the lips and explores her pussy, feeling the tip of her cock reform into a trembling clitoris while her vagina deepens.
“Mhm… I love you too” Marcus chuckles as he wraps his arms around her slender waist and guides her towards the couch in the office. Seeing a boner throbbing between her husband’s legs, Ayame playfully strokes his cock as she wonders when she can bear his children and start a family like she always wanted. The thought of babies, makes her breasts tingle as they suddenly swell with substance into E-cups and become increasingly heavier. Curiously pinching her puffy nipples, she gasps in surprise to see sweet milk spray out as she starts to lactate uncontrollably from her overfilling breasts. “When’s my next client meeting?” Marcus asks her as she wonders how it’ll feel to have babies sucking on her nipples.
“B-Babe… next meeting… in one hour” Ayame replies obediently and accurately as her husband’s secretary. Smiling to herself, she enjoys her job to be able to see her husband more often and submissively obey his every command. She remembers seeing other male employees gazing at her lustfully, but her heart and body is only committed to her husband making her happy every day. “いれてほしい [put it in]… time… for quick fucky…” Ayame coos alluringly, as she spreads her pussy lips apart and gazes seductively at Marcus.
Without needing further encouragement, Marcus grabs her wide hips and pushes her onto the large oak desk as she arches her back teasingly. Ayame’s pussy glistens with juices as her spreads her legs apart and positions her lower body towards her husband as she hears him breathing heavily behind her. “がまんできない [I can’t wait any longer]” she slurs, but she inhales sharply as she feels his girthy cock plunge into her pussy, spreading her lips apart. Her body tenses and she grips the table as she feels his dick push deeper into her until it rams against her womb and she feels Marcus’ balls press against her bubble butt with his dick fully inside her. Her leaking breasts drip milk all over the table as her husband starts to pump his cock in and out of her tight pussy, making her moan loudly. “がまんして [Don’t cum yet]” Ayame pants as her petite body shakes from the intense pounding and she feels his cock rubbing against her clitoris. Wanting to feel him more, she starts to gyrate her hips and clench her vaginal muscles around her husband’s cock as she hears him grunt.
With little stamina, Marcus blows his load within minutes, coating her pussy with his hot cum as some starts to drip out. Ayame giggles with satisfaction feeling his seed deep inside her as her husband slowly pulls his dick out with a wet slurp. Still burning with arousal, she drops to her knees to suck Marcus’ dick clean, but a knock echoes from the locked door. “Y-Yes?” Marcus shouts quizzically as he quickly puts his clothes back on and pulls up his pants.
“Ben’s family are here to celebrate his retirement too… do you want to greet them?” a staff member says through the closed door as Ayame blinks cluelessly at the name. Cum drips down her legs as she patiently waits for her husband to finish the conversation before she can slurp up the cum from his cock.
“Ah yes… give me a minute” Marcus replies hastily as he quickly cleans up the mess on the table and the splatters of fluids on the floor. As the Secretary, Ayame frowns in confusion as she struggles to remember if guests were planned to visit the company during the day. “Clean yourself up and put your clothes on” Marcus hisses hastily as she obediently wipes the cum off her body and searches for suitable clothes to wear. Quickly putting on business attire, she shudders as cum soaks her panties and her bra instantly fills with milk, but there is little time to fix the problems. Holding onto her husband’s arm, the door finally opens and she sees a woman with two kids looking around for someone, but it doesn’t concern her. She has a perfect life with Marcus afterall.
