You lean back in your chair, watching as your friend struggles to comprehend what’s happening. The Geisha Whore Nightdress clings to her new body, the deep velvet shimmering under the dim light of your apartment. The way it hugs her curves draws your gaze, impossible to look away, as her once-lanky frame now swells with soft, sinful curves: hips wide, waist narrow, tits heavy and full beneath the velvet, aching to be groped. Her skin glows, smooth and flawless, her features delicate and doll-like, lips plump and painted a deep red. Jet-black hair falls in loose waves down her back, and her wide, glossy eyes betray shifting and confused thoughts.

“You… you do dis to me?” she stammers, her voice high-pitched and breathy, her accent thick and broken. “Why you… why you make me like dis? Dis not me! Dis not me!”

You smirk, standing up and stepping closer. She flinches, her hands flying to her chest as if to shield herself, but there’s no shielding from this. The dress is doing its work, and you can see it in her eyes: the confusion, the dawning realization, the way her thoughts slip away, replaced by a foggy, airheaded haze. She giggles, a high, airy sound, and her fingers fumble at the ties of the dress, her movements clumsy and uncoordinated.

You run a finger along her soft cheek. “You did this to yourself. Did you really think I wouldn’t notice you sneaking enchanted clothes into my house? Did you think I wouldn’t know what this dress was? You wanted me to try it on, didn’t you? You wanted me to be your little Asian slut, right? Well, look at you now. You’re the one dripping in velvet, your brain turning to mush, your body begging to be used. And oh how I’m going to use you.”

Her eyes widen, and she shakes her head, her hands trembling as she clutches at the dress. “No… no, dis not… dis not right! I not… I not slut! I not… I not…” Her voice trails off, and she blinks, her expression going blank for a moment before she giggles again, a high, tinkling sound that sends a shiver down your spine. “Ohhh, dis dress so pretty! I feel so… so hot! You like how I look, yes? You want me, yes?”

You grin, your hand closing over her breast, squeezing hard enough to make her gasp, her nipple stiffening beneath your palm. “Oh, I want you,” you murmur, your other hand slipping between her legs, feeling the heat and wetness already pooling there. “I want to break in this virgin pussy of yours. I want to hear you moan in that cute little Engrish of yours. I want to make you beg for it.”

She whimpers, her hips bucking against your hand, her eyes fluttering shut. “Ohhh, yes, yes! I want it! I want you to… to fuck me! Please, please, I need it! I so wet, so horny! I need you to… to make me feel good!”

You laugh as watch her pout, her lower lip trembling. “Oh, don’t worry, sweetie. I’ll make you feel so good. But first, let’s get you out of that dress. I want to see all of you.”

She nods eagerly, her hands fumbling with the ties of the dress, the velvet slipping from her shoulders and pooling at her feet. You take a moment to admire her: her flawless skin, her body a perfect blend of softness and curves, her pussy glistening with arousal. She’s everything you ever wanted: submissive, eager, and so, so dumb. You push her down onto the bed, her body sinking into the mattress as you climb on top of her. She looks up at you with wide, pleading eyes, her hands clutching at your shoulders. “Onegaishimasu… please fuck me! I need it! I so wet, so empty… kudasai, please!” You don’t need to be told twice. You push into her, her slick heat clamping around you, her breath catching as she arches against you. She gasps, her back arching, her mouth falling open in a silent moan before she finds her voice. “Ahhh, ii! Yes! It so big, it so good! Watashi… I never feel dis good before! Anata ga… you make me… you make me feel so good!” You grin, watching her writhe beneath you. She’s yours now, completely and utterly yours. And you’re going to enjoy every second of it.