“Ugh, can you believe these people?” Matt scoffed, glaring out the taxi window at the passing crowds. “No wonder this country’s such a shithole.” If he’d bothered to look, he might have noticed his female driver’s eyes flashing in the rearview mirror, her hands white-knuckling the steering wheel. But he was too busy running his mouth: “Nothing but whores around here. But man, the locals have those tight little pussies, am I right? Almost makes the smell worth it!” He laughed, confident his crude English was going right over the driver’s head. He couldn’t have been more wrong. Ayu gritted her teeth, murmuring ancient words under her breath as she guided the cab down a suddenly deserted alley. The shadows seemed to lengthen, the air shimmering with heat. Matt was too busy adjusting his crotch to notice. Until a sharp, searing pain in his groin made him double over with a yelp.

“Wh-what the fuck?!” he gasped, clawing at his pants. It felt like a dozen ants were crawling around in his ball sack, chewing and stinging. He watched in horror as the fabric grew tight, his cock and balls swelling, pulsing, writhing… Then, to his utter shock, simply melting away: a strange wet feeling pooling where he proud genitals should have been. The feeling between his legs was indescribable, some mix of intense pleasure and pain that caused choked scream that pitched higher and higher. Folds of greedy flesh flowered from his crotch, his virgin pussy spasming as it formed. He jerked as he felt an impossible weight on his chest, glancing down at the new tits straining his shirt. The sensations changed to bones grinding and warping, his organs shifting… It was unlike anything he’d ever felt before.

Matt whimpered as dark hair spilled over his face, its texture silky. A glance at his trembling hands revealed brown skin. He clutched at his head, panting as a surge of alien images and feelings pounded against his skull. “A-apa yang terjadi…?” (“Wh-what’s happening…?”) he whimpered, barely registering he was speaking a different language. “Aku di mana?” (“Where am I?”)

“Kamu seorang gadis sekarang, jalang kecil.” (“You’re a girl now, you little bitch.”) The driver’s mocking laughter filled the cab. “Seorang pelacur Indonesia, seperti yang kamu hina!” (“An Indonesian whore, just like the ones you insulted!”) The words sank into his reeling brain, their meaning crystal clear. He… No, SHE was an Indonesian whore now, just like the ones she’d insulted. The growing wetness between her legs seemed to confirm it, her pussy twitching with need. How did girls deal with these yawning, aching holes?

“Nah, sekarang kamu bisa merasakan sendiri.” (“Well, now you can feel it for yourself.”) Ayu smirked, pulling up. “Nikmatilah menjual lubang sempitmu itu, bule!’ (“Enjoy selling that tight hole of yours, whitey!”) The newly made gadis found herself shoved out, legs tangling in her pooling pants as she tumbled to the filthy pavement. Unfamiliar desires crowding her head, urges and impulses she didn’t understand. Night was falling, and she needed… needed…

“Halo, cantik.” (“Hello, beautiful.”) A deep voice made her glance up, meeting the leer of a hulking, grimy-looking man. “Mau nemenin Om malam ini?” (“Want to accompany uncle tonight?”) He pulled out a fistful of crumpled bills and her mouth watered. Yes, this was what she needed – rupiah in exchange for her fresh yellow snatch. It was all she was good for in this tight little body, servicing the lusts of her fellow countrymen until she was sloppy and used.

“I-iya, Om,” (“Y-yes, Uncle,”) she said, moving to expose her gleaming fuckhole. “M-mari saya puaskan!” (“L-let me satisfy you!”) And inside, a voice that was once Matt’s wailed in anguish as she got her first taste of a real Indonesian cock, knowing it was just the beginning…