I can’t help but chuckle as I observe my latest acquisitions through the one-way mirror. It’s hard to believe the three giggling Asian cuties sprawled out on the kitchen floor, pigging out on junk food, used to be strong Western men.
The cutie on the left, formerly a beefy American frat bro named Chad, now had the petite but busty body of a Japanese gravure idol. Yui is happily stuffing her pouty, dick-sucking lips with noodles, her ability to use chopsticks now perfect. Her bare feet, now small and soft, look so gentle on the hardwood floor. Why are women’s feet so much less offensive when naked? Certainly, I wouldn’t like it if I was looking at Chad’s massive man-feet right now. Beside her, the tiny woman in the middle sharing her pizza used to be a hairy British plumber called Brian. Mei, a sexy China doll, is a little older than the other two, as specified by the client. I don’t judge. Rounding out the trio was Ji-soo, previously a tattooed Australian biker named Dave but now transformed into a beautiful Korean woman. Nothing K-pop, demanded the client, a demand that I think I have delivered.
As I watch the three women happily eat their meal, no longer able to recall anything about their previous lives, I think back to when my goons snatched the clueless tourists off the streets of Bangkok a week ago. The confused captives woke up caged and collared in this secret facility. Twice daily injections of cutting-edge nanites and psychic reprogramming tech melting their minds and morphing their flesh. Vocal coaching and body modification surgery further shaped them into the perfect Asian slutty brides-to-be.
With all my assets, I check in every few days to observe the mental and physical changes firsthand. The men’s initial objections and whimpers of pain soon turned to moans of pleasure as the treatments warped their wishes, wants, and wiring. By day four, they were eagerly repeating hypnotic mantras. I love cocks. I’m just a set of holes. My purpose is to please. I only exist to serve my husband.
Now, the process was nearing completion. The ladies nattered in broken English as they stuffed their faces, unaware that their every move was being monitored. Soon they will be sent abroad to meet their new husbands, their training as obedient fucktoys being tested immediately. I never fail to deliver, and wealthy overseas clients pay top dollar for these perfect wives. Of course, there’s no reason I use foreign men. I just enjoy taking arrogant westerners and making them into the ultimate form of submissive: a slutty Asian wife who only exists to be pretty and serve her husband. It get’s me hard just thinking about it! I’m sure my client won’t mind if I have a little test drive with each, starting with Mei.
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