“IYAAAAA! ATASHI NO OPPAI GA…!” The delirious shriek pierces the air, drawing your eyes back to the buxom Japanese hottie writhing in Joshua’s seat. His angular Caucasian features have now melted away completely, leaving only a cute heart-shaped face, glimmering almond eyes and plump lips in their wake. Fat, weighty tits stretch his shirt to its limits as he gropes the sensitive mounds in awe, fingers sinking into the soft tit-flesh. His slim male hips had ballooned into a ridiculously thick bubble butt and tapered waist, causing the stitching of his jeans creaking as thick fertile thighs rub together with increasing desperation. Joshua’s shaking hand creeps down to cup an unmistakable camel toe bulging from his too-tight pants. “Onegai…minna no chinko ga hoshii!” Your friend mindlessly begs for cock like a bitch in heat in perfect Japanese, tongue lolling smuttily as he gasps in a honeyed soprano, long lashes fluttering as newly delicate fingers trace the plump outline of his drooling slit through his denim. With his free hand, he frantically rubs his swollen clit through the fabric, squealing at the electric jolts of pleasure from his sensitive virgin cunny!

Across from him, Deshawn is not far behind Joshua, his towering ebony physique reforging itself into a petite caramel fuck-toy! Silky hair is exploding down his back as two massive tits stretch his vest. “FUUUUCK…! M-My dick! It’s feels so… good!” he wails, clutching the developing camel toe throbbing between his legs where a proud cock once stood. But you don’t have long to observe Deshawn as your head whips around to see Chad desperately humping the edge of the table, his once chiselled features now exotically kawaii, twisted into an ahegao of pure blissed-out bimbo joy. Ripe melons wobble free from the busted halves of his shirt as his tight swimmer’s bod caves into an impossibly curvy figure, rock-hard abs giving way to a slim fuckable waist and childbearing hips. “I need… I need cock so bad!!” Chad gasps with shameless slutty moans pouring from his lush lips. His accent rapidly Japanifying.

Your eyes flick back to Joshua, his masculine attire finishing shimmering and warping around his voluptuous new body. The denim and cotton having liquefied, weaving themselves into a stunning red cocktail dress that clings to every supple curve. The fabric strains over his heavy breasts, while under his smooth shapely legs there is now a pair of towering stilettos. “Ara ara~! Kono doresa motto sekushii ne!” Joshua gasps happily, twirling in place to admire how the flirty dress reveals tantalizing glimpses of his plump Asian ass. He wiggles his hips, moaning as the motion sends electric friction jolting from his needy cunny. “Minna, atashi no manko sawatte!” He begs in a girly soprano. Across from him, a turquoise cocktail dress shimmers into existence over Deshawn’s luscious Asian skin. Thin spaghetti straps frame his delicate shoulders as the glossy fabric molds to his tapered waist and wide fertile hips. The draped cowl neck barely restrains his heaving tits, the outline of stiff nubs poking through. Six-inch “fuck me” pumps snap into place on his feet, accentuating the mouth-watering curve of his legs and ass. “Ara, kono kutsus wa totemo kimochi ii!” Deshawn sighs dreamily, still experimentally flexing his feet in the slutty heels. He lifts the hem of the dress, exposing crotchless satin panties clinging to his puffy pussy lips. At the head of the table, Chad twirls like a ditzy bimbo, the flouncy skirt of his white dress flaring up to reveal lacy black bridal lingerie underneath. The crystal-studded bodice hugs his swollen tits like a second skin, a keyhole slit in the chest giving a peek of his deep cleavage. His hands paw clumsily at the material, fingers catching at the corset boning. Rhinestone-encrusted white stilettos wink in the light as he stumbles, still adjusting to the skyscraper heels. “Atashi…kirei da ne? Mou, hayaku chinko iretai no!~” Chad slurs in perfect Japanese. A damp patch spreads as his pussy weeps with need. His eyes are empty of any remnant of the frat boy jock, filled only with vapid Japanese cock-hungry desperation.

As you watch the guys complete their transformation into brainless Japanese cum-dumps, a dark suspicion creeps into your mind: it must have been that strange wine that your friends all drank. As you think this, a searing ache suddenly spreads from your groin, making your legs tremble. Hot, feverish tingles crawl up your spine. You paw at your chest in panic as a heavy tightness begins to blossom beneath your nipples. “S-Sore wa…dou iu koto…?” You gasp, a melodic feminine lilt creeping into your voice. You had drunk that wine too, and now realize you don’t have long until you join your cock-obsessed Japanese bimbo friends

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