You hurry across the university campus in Guangzhou, cursing under your breath. As a Canadian exchange student, you’re running late for your Mandarin class yet again. Your lanky frame and shaggy blonde hair stand out amongst the crowds of Chinese students. Desperate to avoid another scolding from your strict professor, you duck into the first empty classroom you spot, hoping to catch your breath and collect yourself before sneaking into the lecture.

The classroom is dim and quiet, a welcome respite from the bustling hallways. You glance around, your blue eyes landing on a chair in the center of the room. Without much thought, you plop down into it with a sigh, long legs sprawling out in front of you. But the moment your ass makes contact with the seat, an intense jolt shoots up your spine, causing you to gasp. It feels like a powerful electric current is surging through your body, radiating out from your core.

At first, you think it’s just an adrenaline rush from your frantic sprint. But the sensation only intensifies, building into a pulsing heat that seeps into your muscles and bones. It’s like liquid magma is being pumped through your veins. You squirm in the chair as a warm heaviness spreads through your limbs, pinning you in place.

Your heart begins to race as you realize you can’t stand up, your body refusing to cooperate. You open your mouth to call for help but all that emerges is a breathy whimper. Sweat beads on your forehead and your vision swims as the impossible changes begin to take hold…

It starts with a tingling in your chest, like a thousand butterflies fluttering beneath the surface of your skin. You look down in horror as the front of your t-shirt begins to tent outwards, pushed by two rapidly swelling mounds. Your pecs puff up like balloons being inflated, the skin stretched shiny and taut. You can only watch in stunned silence as your formerly flat chest balloons into a huge pair of breasts, each one bigger than your head.

The growth spurt shreds your shirt, tearing it open down the middle to reveal obscenely large, milky white tits capped with puffy pink nipples. They wobble heavily with every panting breath you take, exquisitely sensitive. You gingerly cup the weighty globes, fingers sinking into the soft, warm flesh. Even the lightest touch makes you shudder all over, sparks of pleasure zinging down to your crotch.

But your chest is only the beginning of the drastic transformation overtaking your body. You let out a startled yelp as you feel your waist pinch inwards, sides caving in to form a dainty hourglass figure. At the same time, your hips and ass surge outwards, swelling into an exaggerated pear shape. The flimsy material of your basketball shorts is no match for the sudden redistribution of mass. With a loud RIP the fabric splits open, allowing a ridiculously plump bubble butt to spill out…

Your head spins as you try to process the radical changes happening to you. This has to be some kind of crazy fever dream, right? There’s no way this could actually be real! But the weight of your new curves and the electric sensations zipping through your body are impossible to deny. You can’t tear your eyes away from the erotic spectacle your frame has become – the cartoonishly tiny waist, the broad birthing hips, the colossal ass and tits straining against the pathetic remnants of your male clothing.

A needy throb between your legs pulls your attention to your crotch. Oh God, what is happening down there? You hesitantly reach a shaking hand into your ruined shorts… only to find a smooth, bare mound where your cock and balls used to be! Your breath hitches as your fingers brush against the puffy outer lips of a brand new pussy, slick folds quivering at your touch. No, no, this can’t be happening!

But there’s no denying the molten ache building in your new sex, a yawning emptiness begging to be filled. As much as you want to fight it, your body is changing in ways you can’t control, morphing you into a lust-addled bimbo. Juices gush from your virgin slit, soaking your fingers and running down your thick thighs. Your nipples stiffen into throbbing points, your over-inflated tits bouncing with every labored breath.

You squirm in the chair, face flushed and eyes glazed over with need. The classroom spins around you as your male identity slips away, replaced by an all-consuming craving to be mounted and bred. You spread your legs with a moan, meaty thighs parting to expose your sopping wet cunt. A distant part of you recoils at the wanton display but it is drowned out by the roaring heat consuming you from the inside out…

As the changes ripple through your body, your tattered male clothes begin to shift and morph as well. The ripped t-shirt ripples around your skin, reforming into a gray tank top with a low neckline that barely contains your enormous new tits. It’s made of a snug and stretchy material that clings to every curve. Your nipples poke through the thin fabric like pencil erasers. Meanwhile, your shredded basketball shorts start to shrink, the material crawling up your thighs as the legs recede. Within seconds, they’ve transformed into the shortest of denim shorts, barely covering your plush ass.

At the same time, your ratty sneakers melt away, leaving your feet bare and exposed. Your socks dissolve into nothingness, allowing your toes to wriggle freely. In their place, elegant black platform sandals materialize, with thick straps that wrap securely around your feet and a metallic accent at the heel. The straps dig slightly into your soft skin, emphasizing the slenderness of your ankles and the elegant arch of your foot.

You stare down at your new body and clothes in shock, hands roaming over your exaggerated curves in disbelief. Your fingers trace the deep valley between your massive tits, thumb flicking over a nipple and making you gasp. You heft the heavy breasts in your palms, marveling at their size and softness. They feel so sensitive, every brush against your nipples sending sparks straight to your throbbing clit.

Shaking, you stand up on wobbly legs, nearly toppling over from the shifted weight of your huge ass and tits. The tiny skirt flutters around the tops of your thighs, threatening to expose your panty-clad pussy with every movement. You take a few tentative steps, hips swaying from side to side as you adjust to your new center of gravity. The motion makes your giant tits jiggle and bounce, clapping together lewdly. Your sandal-clad feet look obscenely feminine and dainty as you mince across the floor.

You catch a glimpse of yourself in the darkened window and barely recognize the girl staring back at you. Plump, glossy lips, big doe eyes, a cute button nose. Silky black hair tumbles past your shoulders in loose waves. An adorable face, like a living anime girl. But from the neck down you’re built like a fucktoy, all tits and ass. The kind of body that men lose their minds over, that they’d do anything to possess.

Lust pulses between your legs and you moan breathily, your own reflection making you ache with need. You slide a hand under your micro-skirt and peel aside the crotch of your panties. Your fingers instantly sink into the slippery wet folds of your pussy, gliding through the slickness to rub circles over your swollen clit. Pleasure explodes through your body at the touch, so much more intense than anything you ever felt with your old male equipment.

You brace your other hand against the wall as you start to frig yourself shamelessly, fingers plunging in and out of your virgin hole. Wet squelching noises fill the classroom as you hump your hand, huge tits bouncing in time with each thrust. You’re shocked at how easily your fingers slide into your tight channel, at how eagerly it sucks at the invading digits. Your cunt is so wet and ready, aching for something much bigger than a few fingers.

You feel empty, hollow, like you’re going to die if you don’t get a cock in you soon. The urge to be filled and stretched and bred is overwhelming, blotting out any remnants of your former male self. You’re just a needy set of holes now, a vessel for others’ pleasure. A pretty fuckdoll with the body of a pornstar and the mind of a bimbo. You NEED a man to come shove his dick in you and show you your new purpose…

Panting, you finger yourself faster, plunging four fingers knuckle-deep into your greedy snatch. Your clit throbs under your palm as you grind against your hand, so swollen and sensitive. You can feel your orgasm building already, your whole body trembling on the brink. It’s like this new pussy was made for sex, wired for nothing but pleasure. You pinch and tug at your nipples with your other hand, the over-inflated tits heaving with every labored breath.

Just a little more… You’re so close, cunt clenching around your pistoning fingers. “Ahhh, fuck!” you moan in a girlish voice, high-pitched and breathy. Your hips buck erratically as you chase your climax, thighs shaking and toes curling in your dainty sandals. You throw your head back with a silent scream as the orgasm crashes through you, your pussy spasming wildly. Clear fluid gushes out around your fingers, splashing onto the floor as you squirt for the first time in your life.

You slump against the wall, chest heaving, your whole body buzzing with aftershocks. But even as you come down from the high, the need is still there, an unrelenting ache in your core. One orgasm isn’t nearly enough to satisfy your new bimbo sex drive. You need MORE…

The door to the classroom suddenly swings open and a young Chinese man steps inside, freezing in shock at the sight before him. His eyes go wide as he takes in your voluptuous form, fingers still buried in your dripping snatch. You stare back at him in horror, mortified at being caught in such a compromising position. But even through the shame, you can feel your pussy clench hungrily at the sight of a virile male.

“Wǒ… Wǒ…” the young man stammers in Chinese, clearly flustered. His gaze rakes over your body, lingering on your massive tits straining against the crop top. He says a Chinese name, the syllables sounding strange and yet familiar to your ears. You realize with a sinking feeling that he must think you’re one of his female classmates.

You open your mouth to protest, to tell him this is all a mistake, but all that comes out is a breathy moan. Your tongue feels thick and clumsy, unable to form the right words. “I… I not…” you whimper in broken English, your voice sounding more girly and childlike with each passing second. It’s like your grasp on the language is slipping away, along with your male identity.

The young man takes a step closer, eyes dark with lust. He reaches out and boldly cups your tits, giving the giant mounds a rough squeeze. You gasp and arch your back, nipples stiffening under his touch. Your body responds eagerly to his groping, even as your mind recoils. This is wrong, you shouldn’t let him touch you like this… But it feels so good, so right.

“Please… Qǐng… Don’t…” you moan, brain struggling to string together a coherent sentence. Chinese words start to slip in, mingling with the English. The man just chuckles, amused by your feeble protests. His hands roam lower, sliding under your tiny skirt to grope the soft globes of your ass. You whine and press back against him, hole fluttering needily.

The last remnants of your male self try to resist, to cling to some shred of dignity. But it’s like fighting a losing battle against the tide of foreign memories flooding your mind. Flashes of a life that isn’t yours, of growing up as a Chinese schoolgirl. Giggles and gossip, whispered behind hands. The secret thrill of a boy’s attention. An existence centered solely around being cute and sexy and eager to please.

“Bié… Qǐng bié…” you pant, tears trickling down your flushed cheeks. But even as you beg him to stop, your body betrays you, hips wiggling as you grind against the bulge in his pants. The aching emptiness in your pussy is unbearable, your whole being crying out for his cock. You’re just a bimbo slut now, a pliant yellow fucktoy for superior Chinese men to rut into. It’s what you were made for.

The man unzips his fly and takes out his thick, veiny dick, the shaft already slick with pre-cum. “Nǐ xūyào zhège,” he growls, rubbing the swollen head up and down your soaked slit. You moan brokenly, a shiver running through you at the feel of hot cock against your folds. Your greedy pussy lips part for him as he notches the tip at your entrance, the rim of your cunt kissing the glans.

With a grunt, he slams his hips forward, burying his shaft in you to the hilt. A scream tears from your throat as he stretches you open, your walls clamping down around the thick intrusion. It hurts, burns, your untouched hole forced to accommodate his girth. But at the same time it feels so good, so right, like coming home. Like this is what you were made for.

“Hǎo dà… Hǎo dà…” you whimper, voice high and thready. You’re babbling in Chinese now, the foreign words spilling from your lips. The last fragments of English fall away as your mind rewrites itself, your past as a white man overwritten by new memories. You’re Xiao Ying, a silly, slutty schoolgirl who can’t get enough of fat Chinese cock. That’s all you’ve ever been.

The man starts to move, hips snapping back and forth as he fucks into you roughly. Each thrust makes your huge tits bounce and jiggle, the exaggerated mounds threatening to spill out of your straining top. Wet, obscene sounds fill the classroom as he pumps in and out of your juicy snatch, balls slapping against your clit with every stroke.

“Tài shūfu la!” you moan, eyes rolling back in bliss. Your tongue lolls out as he pounds you, drool trickling down your chin. It feels so good to have your hungry hole filled at last, your body singing with pleasure. You’re vaguely aware of how wrong this is, of how you’re being taken against your will… But you can’t bring yourself to care, too lost in the ecstasy of being used like a disposable cumrag.

The pressure builds inside you with each thrust of his hips, your cunt squeezing him like a velvet vise. You can feel his cock throbbing, growing even harder as he nears his peak. “Gāi sǐ…” he grunts, slamming into you with renewed vigor. His fingers dig into the soft flesh of your ass as he hilts himself over and over, forcibly reshaping your hole to fit his dick.

You wail in rapture as he fucks you through one shattering orgasm after another, cum gushing out to soak his shaft. Your womb flutters and spasms around him, begging to be filled. Nothing else matters except milking this alpha male dry, taking his seed deep inside you. You’re just a receptacle for his sperm now, a walking womb to bear his babies.

With a roar, he slams in to the root one last time and erupts, painting your insides white with his thick cum. You moan in delight as he pumps you full, your pussy greedily swallowing every drop. It’s like his semen is rewriting your DNA, erasing every last trace of the white man and leaving only Xiao Ying behind. The ditzy Chinese fucktoy with the perfect body, the ideal yellow breeder for your new master.

As his softening cock slips out of your abused hole, a torrent of cum pours out to splatter on the floor. You slump against the wall, legs shaking, your thighs coated in jizz and pussy juices. The man tucks himself away and smirks down at you, giving your ass a patronizing smack. “Xiàge xīngqí jiàn,” he says smugly before strolling out of the classroom, leaving you alone in the dark.

You slowly slide to the floor, hugging your knees to your chest. Tears stream down your face as the full horror of what just happened sinks in. You’ve been violated, transformed, your old identity erased… And the worst part is, you loved every second of it. Your cunt is still throbbing with aftershocks, aching to be filled again. Because this is your purpose now, the sole reason for your existence.

Xiao Ying. That’s all you are, all you’ll ever be. A silly, slutty Chinese girl who exists only to serve men and bear their children. There’s no going back to your old life, your old self. That white man is gone forever, replaced by a yellow fucktoy. And as much as it shames you, as much as you want to resist… You know you’ll spend the rest of your days on your knees or on your back, begging for cock like a good little Asian whore. Because that’s all you’re good for now.