We Whore

 American to Chinese slut TG

Adam laid back idly into the leather chair. A bunch of Chinese people occasionally glanced over at him and smiled or pointed. He winked at the girl on the counter but she shook her head. Weird, usually they love his American baby blue eyes. His head jolted down as he felt the phone vibrate and saw the tell-tale green of his messenger app.

“Hi. Do you remember me?” He shrugged and accepted the friend request.

“Huh. Who is this? Do I know you?

“I await you gentleman… you owe me 55 yuan.”

“Uhm. Sorry… why did I take that money. I don’t even remember..”

“Oh my god. I never know man like you…”

Who’s this? Oh here we go… yep... stab me in the balls.

“You not even real man. Maybe I call school… see what they think…”

Wow. He thought as he caught on.
“Seriously. You again? Don’t you give up it’s been one year.”

“You gonna lose job. Kick you out of China, go back home.”

“Oh fuck off. I’ll get all my students to ring the school and tell the world what a lying bitch you are. Just a stupid slut who likes to ruin people’s lives.”

“Money is mine!”

“It’s five dollars and fifty cence you witch. Maybe if you hadn’t been such a bitch I would have gave you it when I left.”

“I look only equity… not bad bitch.”

“You are just another clingy Chinese slut. If you wanted to fuck so badly you should have said something instead of sending me all those messages about how innocent you were.”

“….You gonna regret that”

He just laughed and blocked her. His thumb hovered over the report button since this was her third account, but she really was too pathetic. All he did was meet her for coffee a couple of times but she was way too into him. The questions never stopped, so he got suspicious and freaked out. Then he tried to reconcile and when they met for coffee his card stopping working so he had to borrow a little money. He thought he had gotten through to her, but then the questions started again and she got fucking paranoid.

‘Why are you going there? Are you lying to me? Are you a bad man?’ He stamped his palm into his forehead. What was it? His haircut? His jacket? He suspected she was a little younger than she said so maybe she just had a crush. Man I need to hang out at more Western bars... he thought as he packed up his things.

The next day he looked at coffee counter girl again. She wore far too much make up. Can’t hide the ugly. Ugh and she was so dark… I pity her parents. He shook his head… that was… kind of bitchy. His turned to the tall dude with the short back and sides siting in the restaurant opposite. He had some really nice tattoos on his arms. He looked him up and down, as if searching for something. His eyes widened, and he found himself placing his hand gently against the bottom of his neck. What a cool guy… he thought.

A week passed uneventfully as he taught his classes but by Monday… he had just the worst migraine. He felt… way off. It was a bit harder to think on the spot, a bit harder to control his emotions and temper. The onus was always on the teacher here, so he wasn’t allowed to shout, but every time he tried to hold back, a voice told him… who gives a shit? It was all about him.

Then he noticed people kept turning their noses up at him. Shuffling away from him on the metro carriages. Did he smell? Impossible, he showered every day. Sometimes morning and night. He shook his head and tried to do some work on his tablet, but he just could not concentrate. Ugh, whatever… teaching was boring. He really needed to do something more worthwhile. Something where he could get up and dance. He paused for a moment and then laughed. Where did that come from? Dancing... seriously.

He tossed his hands up at the Metro gate as some dummy rummaged around for his metro card. . So stupid! Let me pass. He stamped his foot and then winced. Gahh. His chest felt so freakin itchy. He itched nearly the entire way to his block, and had to stop by a wall because of the gallons of sweat stinging the wound he was making. He dug his nails in hard and tried to just rub it better. Just as the pain started to dissipate, he felt a dull burn spreading from his centre core. I’m fucking overheating… shit shit shit. He felt an overwhelming sense of panic. Is this fucking heatstroke? Is my brain shutting down? He started running for his life.

He blazed passed his flatmate on the couch and fumbled into his room. Fuck it’s like something was going to break out of chest. He ripped open his work shirt to reveal two little Chinese tits sprouting.
“What the fuck…” he whimpered. Tits? He shook on the spot. I’m a fucking freak. No…no… this doesn’t happen to people. He stared and blinked. "No. Stay there!" He swore they had started to buldge. Inside, the tissue and fiber were changing, reconstructed into a new genetic blueprint. He grabbed them and let out a weak little moan. They were pretty sensitive.

He was ripped out of the state of bliss and screamed as some unseen force lifted him into the air and sent him spiralling back onto the bed. The air around him stank foul from malevolent energy. It was if he could finally smell what was driving everyone out of his area for the whole week. He sat up groggily and tried to get off the bed but he was quickly pushed onto his back. His entire body went rigid.

He heard a shout. “I’m going out late. Don’t play that guitar again, until you tune it properly idiot.”

He tried to reply but his mouth was bound shut. He felt a sharp pain in his bones and then a pressure like something was jammed between his joints. And then… his limbs snapped like matchsticks. One after the other like a giant was pulling each one. The bones shrank and then soldered together. He reacted with such force that he nearly bit through his tongue. He tried to scream but nothing came out. His skull warped and his forehead rounded becoming female in shape. He passed in and out of consciousness all the while.

The features of his birth ethnicity were slowly washed away. His eyes slanted, and his skin became flawless and supple. The features of his face took on the cute childish features common to Asian women. He felt like he was right next an oven, his pale skin was burning. His natural impulses tried to get him moving away from the source of pain but the force was too strong. His skin finished off and now shone goldish brown. The new personality developing inside cringed at that. Dark skin was a curse. She didn't want anyone to think she was a farm girl.
His body sprung up to a sitting position like it was possessed. She let out another voiceless scream as her spine snapped and cracked. Tears ran down his face. It hurt so much… maybe it was a mistake to leave home after all.

He rolled off onto to the floor and began to crawl to the door like a bitch. She needed help…. He needed help… please help me.

“Need help… no…. need sex.” Her libido was in control. His brain was regressing. A teenage girl... now in control.

Every inch was a labour as her tits grew a little heavier and the nipples rougher, and harder. She let out a shriek of pleasure as every drop of cum shot out of her penis. The foreskin of her penis snapped back and the mucosa quickly dried out. She desperately tried to play with the useless little monkey tail. Flicking it and rubbing it but there was no feeling at all.

“Noooo” She moaned deliriously. “Stay with me. I need a man”

The spongey tissue began to shrink until it became a pretty clit, and a new mouth had opened beneath it, swallowing up her testes and absorbing them into her new reproductive system.
She clutched her shoulders as her skin was dyed and tattoos painted themselves on. She stared at one of her arms as she saw how little fat or muscle there was. She felt a tickling down her back, as her boring brown hair shimmered and became stringy glossy black hair
She managed to stumble to her feet, but nearly fell off balance as one final touch was applied. A plump ass. Now her female shape and thighs made a perfect Y shape with her pussy. The door slowly creaked open and she lifted her head up to see a huge Chinese man looking over her.

“Looking for this?” He pointed at his groin. He looked like Angela’s brother. He was tall and had bull jaw and muscles straining against his shirt.

"I've been watching you. Watching you come and go. I was going to call the police but I found something better. You made me feel so useless you know, like...such a little girl. A useless tiny girl who can't defend herself." His body was shaking with fury

“You don’t deserve to be a man” He-Angela screamed half-crazed. He thoughtlessly grabbed one of her tits and groped. Adam stared shocked before He-Angela pushed him back on the bed. The woman she was protested that this was taking far things too far, but the man she had become wanted to enter the female beneath him. Masculinity was addictive. He hurriedly stripped his clothes off.

He-Angela felt his cock swell. He began to play with it and show it off on display like an ape. The difference in size between them was intoxicating. He could crush her and there would be nothing she could do. He grunted, the veins in it were throbbing… the thing had a mind of its own. She could see why men did the things that they did. She noticed parts of the female form she never had before. The tits, the hair, the pussy, the hips, the ass, the lips. Heavens, the tits. She was just a pair of tits to him, not a human being. Originally, he really did just want to scare the foreigner, but now… she was going to take his male essence... for keeps.
Adam watched his actions with a petrified prey like stare as she lay on the bed.

“Where is your confidence now hm? You are just a nobody teenager.” He sat on top of her and grabbed her shoulders, pushing her down against the mattress. He grabbed her head and forcibly kissed her. Then he flicked her nipples, one… then the other… and she let out a rabbit like squeak. He shoved the cock in her face. “Please me”. She shook her head. She wanted to say fuck you, but the man’s voice was tranquillizing.

“So bad. You are bad man!” She said. English was so hard now. Her tongue struggled to make those soft sounds, and there were so many silly words she didn’t need. Chinese much simpler. Very easy.

“Little sluts need a cock. Please me.” She tilted her head and stared for a few moments, then she shook her head again. She snarled and tried to grab the cock and crush it. Crush it so this dirty filthy man could never hurt anyone. But... was she really so bothered. Dirty filthy men always fucked the best.

“Very good.” He smiled.
She blinked and then saw that she held the cock in a sweet but stiff grip. She pulled it closer and the man followed her lead. Her rough little tongue licked the smooth head of the new cock. She gave it a few tugs and then began to beat him off. She lapped up the pre-cum. So sweet she thought. Her inner soul was flickering between herself and Adam. Adam sat chained to a chair as he watched through her eyes. Her pussy had gotten so wet that the fluid was soaking the sheet. Her labia were swollen and ready to grip any incoming cock. His mind reeled. Pussy... no... men didn't have pussies.
"Don't be silly!" His inner voice said. It was hers, her little xiǎomèimei . She took good care of it. Men hated a smelly sickly xiǎomèimei. At least that's what her mother told her.

He looked right into her beautiful brown eyes. Heavens above... she was so fine. He needed her now. He needed to fill her up with a big fat baby. He took her hips and with an almighty huff, he rammed her with his dick.
She squealed as the hateful fucking grew faster. Every millimeter the cock pushed in, the more bliss she felt. She should hate it, she was being fucked against her will, but when did anyone fuck a whore with love?

 

 

The new male was unskilled but his mad thrusting was somehow rubbing the capsule clit. In the end she didn’t care for her, he only wanted to fill this fresh bitch with his sperm. He’d never had this much stamina in his life, he’d always been lagging behind when it came to sports days. Now he felt every new toned muscle tense and contract.
“I’m the bad man.” He roared in her face. His cock was soaked in her juices, he could barely stay in her. The foreskin snapped back and forth. He was edging… he needed to go faster! The bed shook as he reveled in masculinity virility. Then with a lion’s roar, he felt an electric shock run down the shaft. The cum ejaculated deep inside of her. His eyes rolled back into his head and his vision swam. He was very fertile. Millions of Chinese sperm swam up her cunt to the awaiting egg. She could very well be pregnant now, but the new hormones sweeping her tiny body told her that was the very best thing that could happen. Anything was worth it for a good fuck. They were two attractive Chinese people doing what came naturally.

He quickly pulled out. He Angela squeezed a bit of cum left out his dick and slapped it on her face, roughly rubbing it in like the bitch deserved. Her tongue poked at the edges for any taste of that nectar. She groaned as more changes happened to her body. Her tits swelled, her snatch tightened and her curves grew more prominent.

Really? Typical selfish boy. She gave him a childish pout. “It stings so much. You can’t leave me here, finish me.” She could feel her clit burning; just another big push from this gorilla would do it.

“You can finish yourself”
She quickly drove her fingers into her slit and began rubbing up and down. Her eyes twitched in pleasure, she kicked out her legs in a spasm and she let out a cat like squeal.
“I think I will stay a man. Then I don’t have to deal with all that bullshit. Do you even know how lucky you were? With this body the whole world will bend over backwards for me. Maybe I’ll go corporate, maybe be an engineer instead of a baby factory.”
She tuned out as He-Angela continued on. “Your part of the spell should be complete in a day. You will be completely Chinese… and completely a woman. He stood up and dressed himself again. “Goodbye” He laughed.
She blinked a few times and then her eyes stuck open. “No..p-p…please.” She ran at his feet and begged, holding onto the legs and digging her nails into his skin.

“Pathetic.” He laughed and kicked her off. She pounded the floor in protest. She wanted to say something… something smart. But she hadn’t even passed the Gaokao. Instead all she could mutter was “Bastard” in Chinese.
He-Angela went on in Chinese. “Look at you. Look at what you are now. A thin, dusky skinned, little nothing. Will someone marry a whore like you? I don’t imagine. No one will trust a girl like you...ever.”

He touched the doorknob and then smirked.
“I nearly forgot!”
He pinched the wallet up off the nearby drawer and pulled out fifty-five yuan. “Whores usually get paid money… but you do owe me” He tossed the wallet at her and then walked out the door.
She cried as she crawled onto her bed. She pulled at her hair as a mix of new and old thoughts swirled around in her mind. The pathways in her brain buzzed as new thoughts overwrote the old ones. He tried to fight it, but he had always been a weak willed base man. He was no match for this ancient Chinese magic. All his experience and knowledge slowly disappeared, being replaced with carnal desires. No critical thinking, only an adherence to whatever she read on the limited local media. Every other thought was a penis, a vulva, a cry for attention. A whimsical naivety. She went on her knees and froze. She turned her head lazily to the side and for a glimmer of a moment Adam saw his new self in the window and screamed.. then he collapsed.

As she went to sleep she dreamed of all sorts of cocks. Black ones, brown ones, white ones and Asian ones. She was truly more of a vessel of lust than a personality. She dreamed of a life she never lived. A big fight with her parents who wanted her to raise chickens and pick rice. A journey to the big city of Guangzhou. The confused soul screamed inside, but gradually his screams disappeared as his inner voice became higher, then she found herself giggling with self-satisfaction. His soul had been converted completely. Xiaoling was born. Long may she live. She woke up to find the He-Angela was gone.

She yawned and stood up. She was horny and it was only morning. She slapped her own ass and imagined it was a big elephant trunk dick white guy. Thoughts burst quickly like little bubbles in the back of her mind. Her dumb sluttifying brain could barely register ‘the big picture’ anymore. Even a year or two ahead was beyond her capability. She needed pretty clothes. She was young, just turned eighteen in fact, and she wanted to have fun.

‘Vicky’ eyed the white guy with the tie at the bar. She wore the tackiest, sluttiest dress the little money she had been left with could afford. In truth, she had a lot, but she had no care or understanding for it. Money was there to be spent quick, she wanted more, and she wanted this white guy to know she was a gold digging bitch. She sauntered up to him and sat down. The dumb foreigner was already locked on like a missile.
Hope he doesn’t realise I already have a big Chinese baby growing inside. She giggled.