Aki sighs contentedly, turning another page of her book as a warm breeze caresses her bare skin. The lush garden is a far cry from her old life – from HIS old life. Some days, she can barely believe she used to be Aaron, a skinny white loser jerking off in his mom’s musty basement.
It all changed when he answered that cryptic online ad promising “The Perfect Life for The Perfect Wife”. He’d scoffed at first, expecting some basic mail-order bride scam. But the more he read, the more the temptation sank its manicured claws into him. Wealth, luxury, a life of ease and pleasure… And all he had to do was “become the ideal woman inside and out”.
Aki giggles to herself, remembering how nervous Aaron had been at that first “treatment session”. He’d almost run when he saw the futuristic capsule filled with glowing pink fluid, electrodes snaking from its sides like synthetic vines. But the white-coated attendants had been so reassuring, promising him the body of his dreams as they helped him strip. He couldn’t deny his cock was rock hard as he stepped into the viscous goop, shuddering as it enveloped every inch of him.
The moment they flipped the switch, everything changed. That pink ooze penetrating him EVERYWHERE, hijacking his DNA to overwrite his Y chromosome, his white genes, even his neural pathways! Agony and ecstasy, all tangled together like lovers as his scrawny body rippled and shifted. Bones grinding and reforming, organs rearranging themselves with audible squelches. His cock and balls shriveling, sealing over and then unfurling into a tight virgin pussy.
Meanwhile his pathetic gasps deepened into throaty moans as new erogenous zones blossomed across his freshly yellowed skin. Sensitive, swollen nipples topping newly engorged boobs. A throbbing pleasure nub uncovered as his labia peeled apart. Sensation after sensation bombarding his transforming brain, each new feeling beating the last vestiges of his American manhood into a diamond glimmer of feminine NEED. “MORE!” the nascent Aki wailed, her voice unrecognizable to her own ears. “Fuh-fill this one’s pussy!”
When she finally stumbled from the receding pool on shaking slender legs, she was already lost. The Aaron-that-was little more than a sputtering ember in the darkest recesses of her sparkly pink headspace. Now there was only Aki, the giggling china doll dizzy from the afterglow of her literal rebirth. So grateful to her mysterious benefactors for freeing her from that drab gaijin husk. She hadn’t even flinched when they informed her she’d been purchased by Sato-sama, installed as the trophy wife of a powerful Japanese executive. It felt RIGHT for this fresh slit to be pre-owned, its quivering folds already molded to his exacting specifications. Her entire self, inside and out, a bauble for him to flaunt and fuck as he pleased. What else could she be for, with her coquettish tee-hee-hee and her oh-so-breakable wrists?”
Aki stretches luxuriously, setting aside her book to wiggle her dainty bare toes in the grass. Cute little piggies, always kept pristine for her master’s inspection. The rest of her is equally flawless, a living artwork of demure femininity from her silky raven tresses to the pink gloss gracing her cock-sucking lips.
Every morning, she delights in dolling herself up in the finest silks, each elegant wrap a reminder of what a lucky geisha she is. Her sole purpose in life to please Sato-sama – on her knees, on her back, any way he wishes to use his prized possession. Thinking of him pumping her full and planting his seed like a flag of ownership makes her squeal with happiness!
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