All Over Again

 You materialize unseen in the shadowed corner of the club. An average looking club, well, that seemed the genuine consensus amongst the minds of those present. Jasmine Anh is leaning against the polished mahogany, her pink dress riding up to barely cover her plump ass. Her long black hair, streaked with purple, runs over one shoulder as she tilts her head back, laughing too loudly at something the massive man beside her says. His name pops into your head. Along with anything else you'd ever need to know. Braden Pike... college football player. He's thinking... hmm.. how much he loves Asian chicks. He's dressed in black designer jeans and a shirt stretched tight over his muscular chest and arms. His auburn hair is over-gelled, artfully messy, his blue eyes fixed on rump slices of Jasmine with the malest of gazes.

"Oh, you so strong!" Jasmine coos, her voice pitched high with a thick accent. She bats her long, fake eyelashes, running a manicured finger down Braden's bicep. "Big American man. Make Jasmine feel... safe." She presses her huge, potentially enhanced tits.. you really can't remember, against his arm, her dark almond eyes wide with feigned innocence. Braden grins, clearly enjoying the attention. "Hell yeah, baby. I'll show you plenty." He leans down, his lips brushing her ear. "Your eyes are so fucking pretty." His hand slides further down, cupping her ass cheek firmly through the thin fabric. Jasmine moans softly, arching her back, grinding her pussy against his leg.

 

 

 

A flash of platinum blonde cuts through the crowd. Crystal... or Krystal, as she spells it, Canterbury, shoves her way forward with a disbelieving furious look. She's poured into a barely-there gold dress that strains over her massive implants.

"Oh, PUH-LEASE!" she shrieks over the music, pointing a talon-like fingernail at Jasmine. "Spare me, fake-ass chink slut!" She plants herself directly in front of Braden, blocking his view of Jasmine, thrusting her chest out. "Don't listen to this absolute like, whore of the orient."

Jasmine's sugary smile vanishes. Her eyes narrow dangerously "Who you calling whore, you fake blonde? Surprised the silicone from your tits hasn't killed your brain yet." she snaps back, her accent dropping instantly, replaced by a hard Californian valley accent. She straightens up, pushing Krystal back with surprising force. "Talking trash cause you see a real woman taking your mark?" That makes you laugh.

"Real woman?' Krystal scoffs. She grabs Braden's arm possessively. "Hi babe. I'm K-rys-tal, accent on the tal" She points at Jasmine. "Ooh, big American man. Me soooo horny!" Krystal mocks, pitching her voice into a grating parody. Jasmine's face is getting more and more furious. "You're from fucking Fresno bitch. So pathetic! Bet you couldn't even find China on a map!" She turns to Braden, pouting her inflated lips."I'm Vietna-" Jasmine tried to interrupt but Krystal kept on."She's just trying to play you, baby. In the morning she'll have cleaned you out. Not to mention... well I don't want to be bitchy but... Gonorrhea shot mean anything to you?" She sticks a finger in her mouth.

 

Jasmine lunges, not at Krystal, but at Braden. She grabs the front of his jeans, her fingers finding the hard bulge straining against the denim. She purrs. "It'd be worth it. He... knows." She squeezes hard, making him grunt. Her other hand snakes up his chest, nails scraping lightly. "Don't you? Wanna see if this immigrant pussy is tighter than that bitch's blown-out blow hole?" She grinds her pelvis against his leg again, her silver dress riding up to reveal she's not wearing panties. The dark triangle of her pubic hair glistens faintly in the light. "Bet you like, wanna stuff that big cock right in me, don'tcha? Right here?"

Krystal slaps Jasmine's hand away from Braden's crotch. She tries to wedge herself between her and Braden, her own hand diving for his fly. "He wants an all American girl. I mean lets be honest. A guy like him will marry a blonde and we'll pump out a few kids. He doesn't want some dumpster baby Beijing bitch!" She fumbles with Braden's belt buckle, her movements frantic. "Come on, baby! I'll suck that dick and show this chink slut how a real woman pleases a man!" Jasmine pulls her off. You laugh and materialize a nice Bollinger champagne for yourself.

 

 

 

Krystal grabs Jasmine's left tit nipple and twisting viciously.

"How's that feel, huh? Did I get through the plastic!?"

Jasmine howls "Psycho!" She drives her knee hard into Krystal's stomach. Krystal gasps, doubling over, but doesn't release her grip on Jasmine's breast. Jasmine stumbles backward, dragging Krystal with her by the hair. They crash onto the low glass coffee table, sending champagne flutes and an ice bucket flying. Glass shatters. Ice scatters across the plush carpet. Jasmine's dress is being ripped almost entirely off, one massive, dark-nippled breast spilling free, glistening with spilled champagne.

Braden stares between them, intoxicated by the vodka and the raw, competing lust directed at him. His cock is visibly hard, tenting his jeans. "Fuck... both of you... are crazy" he slurs, his hand reaching clumsily for Krystal's blonde hair while his eyes remain fixed on Jasmine's exposed tit. The crude offers, the sheer availability. His idiotic thoughts are telling you he's about to do something really stupid. He groans, his hips thrusting forward slightly against Krystal's grasping hand. Krystal turns around and slaps him. Jasmine rushes over and pouts "How dare you hit my man!". The bouncers are on their way so you finish your champagne and decide to fast forward to something more interesting.

 

You reappear unseen, hovering in the stale air of the master bedroom. The space reeks of cheap perfume and sweat. Krystal lies splayed on her back on the bed, her massive blonde hair fanned out like a halo. Looks like Braden did prefer blondes after all. Her huge tits bounce violently as Braden slams into her from above. His rough hands grip her hips, fingers digging into her soft flesh.

"Loving it slut?" he grunts, his cock pistoning in and out of her red raw pussy. "Hm hm hm godddd" Krystal shrieks, her voice high and breathless. She claws at his back, her long nails leaving welts. You hear Jasmine's voice.

"You're my first white guy!" Liar, you think.

"You like, like... oh... like.. owe me for this!" Krystal says between gibberish.

"Truce?" Jasmine says.

"Oh my god yes! Yes!" That was just sex fog. But her mind says they will be friends for a few moments. You take a good look around the bed. On the floor nearby, Jasmine kneels on all fours, her round ass raised high in the air. Jonas, an athletic white guy with greasy hair, grips her hips and drives his cock deep into her from behind. Each thrust makes her tits sway heavily beneath her. He slaps her ass hard, leaving a red hand-print on the smooth skin. He grabs a fistful of her long black hair and yanks her head back.

"Fucking slant-eyed bitch. Holy shit, Mickey Luo isn't gonna believe I got a hotter Asian than he ever did at Beta Gamma." Jasmine cries out, her tongue hanging out her mouth.

"Yes! I'm your slant-eyed bitch!' she gasps, her eyes rolling back. "Make my ancestors ashamed. Do it."

For a split second, David Muller's consciousness surfaces, his eyes wide with fear and sheer revulsion. His mouth opens in a silent scream, the lips trembling. He sees the room, feels the violation as the flesh of this hole between his legs is pushed aside, understands the degradation.

"No..." David whispers, the word barely audible over the slap of flesh and Jonas's grunts. But the horror is brief, Jasmine's expression melts back into ecstatic submission. "Baby!" she shrieks, her voice thick with pleasure.

On the bed, Krystal arches her back, her tits jutting toward the ceiling. He slams into her one last time before his body tenses. Krystal shudders, her eyes squeezed shut, moaning loudly as she comes to climax. Her face flickers too, a glimmer of Lin Muller, formerly Wong's, expression a kind of soundless wail. Its expression is gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by Krystal's empty, blissful smile. "Mmm, so much cum" she purrs, running a hand over her flat stomach as Braden pulls out, his cock dripping. Jasmine squeals as Jonas spills inside her, his cock pulsing. He gasps, collapsing onto her back. Jasmine giggles, her face pressed against the carpet.

"Hmmm, little freshman boy has talent."

"Alright bitches. Out." Braden shouts.

"Aren't you like, gonna let us stay the night?" You sigh at the juvenile argument that starts and disappointment emerges on your face. It sucks that it's over... unless..

 

You dissolve into the air and reality rewinds with dizzying speed, fluids draw back into bodies, doors open and people walk backwards out. The shattered glass of the coffee table reassembling. This pain and suffering... so delightful. Two nobodies who could have easily been exchanged with any other member of humanity. Time to watch it all over again.

You snap into existence before the couple, relishing the shock that ripples across their faces. David lurches to his feet, spilling chamomile tea across his jeans, his mouth working soundlessly like a landed fish. Lin's book drops with a thud, her fingers flying to her lips. You see yourself across the room, and with a click of your fingers you erase your past self, then turn to the group.

"What - who are -" David's words die as you raise your hand, laughing at the pitiful fear in his eyes.

"Fucking Santa Claus." you say, snapping your fingers. David's scream starts deep in his chest but rises rapidly in pitch as his body betrays him. His spine arches impossibly, vertebrae cracking like gunshots. It's like a second face is emerging under his skin, as his facial structure fractures with wet, splintering sounds, cheekbones shifting higher, jaw narrowing, nose flattening. Blood vessels burst beneath his skin as it darkens to a golden hue, eyes stretching painfully into an almond shape while irises bleed from blue to deep brown and back, not quite settling yet.

"Stop it!" Lin shrieks, frozen on the couch. "What are you doing to him?"

 

Ribs contract with audible snaps, waist cinching inward while hips flare outward. David's hands claw at his chest as weak pectoral muscles swell grotesquely with each heaving breath, stretching his Henley shirt to bursting until it splits. His hair darkens and grows in an oily rush, spilling past his shoulders. Faded black ink erupts across his skin. intricate tattoos of dragons and Vietnamese script spreading like living stains. Memories of growing up in playing ball in boring suburbs became dodging working for immigrant parents so he could suck cock.

"No...that's not right... please..." David manages through reshaping vocal cords, his voice a distorted hybrid of baritone and soprano. "I don't...want...but this body is totally... ugh" His resistance flickers behind his eyes, consciousness fighting against the mental invasion. Moments of beauty with his wife pass by never to be seen again.

David's eyes finally solidify into dark brown. "No.. I have a life."

"Had a life!" The valley slut accent hijacks his lips and throat.

"I need to protect my family. My wife.. they need... like, a man who isn't becoming a twenty-four year old babe. Seriously, like, tragic." His last memories of sheepishly asking out his wife on the final year of college poofed into nothing.

His expression contorts, fighting itself, his horror transforming into a manic glee. A giggle bubbles from lips now full and glossy. The giggle becomes a laugh, high-pitched and frenzied. "Oh my fucking GOD!" the newly formed woman exclaims, running manicured hands over her enormous breasts, now straining against the torn remnants of David's shirt. "These are like, so HUGE! I love it!"

His penis and testicles crush into a singularity and pull up into his deepening birth canal. She doubles over in pain and then lifts up her torso, hair flipped back and screaming in pleasure.

"Lin... I love....y-myself, obviously" The full on bitch Asian valley girl grins with pure satisfaction. "I'm like, gorgeous."

 

She tears at the ruined clothes, shedding fabric from her voluptuous body with gleeful abandon. "Get this boring shit OFF me!" With a gesture, you clothe her in matching red panties and a bra that barely contains her dusky tits. 

 

 

 

"I'm Jasmine," she announces, running fingers through her long black hair, dark eyes glittering with malicious delight. She looks around with disdain. "And I'm WAY too hot for this boring-ass house."

Lin rises shakily. "David? David, please!"

Jasmine cuts her off with a dismissive laugh. "David's gone, bitch. And thank fuck for that! Thirty-eight years of being some basic white dude with a Volvo, mortgage and a golden retriever?" She makes a gagging sound. "He was warming this body up for me me me! I was screaming inside that whole time, just waiting to get OUT!"

She saunters toward Lin, hips swaying provocatively. She towers over the terrified woman. "God, what a sad little FOB you are with your little engineering degree and your little book club. Suburbaboring." She mimics Lin's accent cruelly. "'Did you email HOA about fence?' Jesus, kill me now." Lin backs away from this cruel woman. With a different skin and face in her husband's flesh. Tears start streaming. "This no happening."

"Oh, it's happening, bitch." Jasmine runs her hands sensually down the new body, moaning softly as she feels the topology. "And I'm so fucking horny right now. Being born is such a turn-on." She turns to you with a predatory smile. "I like, kinda wanna see what these new tits can do?" You grab Jasmine by her new curves, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips as you pull her against you. She squeals in delight, pressing her substantial breasts against your chest. She pulls off the bra then turns her head toward the frozen Lin whose eyes remain wide with terror.

"Watch carefully. Learn how a proper Asian slut pleases a man." You say.

You bend her over the piano, peeling away her panties. Lin makes a strangled sound from her frozen position, "Oh my god, is this happening?" Jasmine gives an exaggerated tiger purr "Right in front of the wife? That's so fucking hot."

Lin is locked in her body. "David, please! Fight this! I know you there somewhere!"

"Aww, is the little FOB still crying?" Jasmine taunts, making an exaggerated pout. "Your husband's gone, teen tits. And look..." she pushes up her ass so much you can smell her slick pussy. "I think we're totally fucking incompatible now, sorry."

"Please change him back." Lin begs. Jasmine laughs, a cruel musical sound.

You grab a handful of Jasmine's glossy black hair, yanking her head back. She gasps, eyes fluttering. "Yes, white daddy. Cripple me." You slam into Jasmine from behind, making her cry out in pleasure. "Fucking harder!" She braces herself, her new body responding with enthusiastic wetness. She glares at Lin. "I'm everything you're not sexy, wild, fun." She pants and huffs. "He didn't... even... fight...that hard. Not when... I showed...hnm... him what it felt like to be me. Everything I did before. Girls just do it better, well... the hot ones anyway."

With each thrust, the family photos on the mantle rattle. One falls, the glass cracking - David and Lin on their wedding day, their smiles now obscured by a web of fractures. You pull out, lift her up and slam her against a wall. Then she gasps as you shove back in. "You think... she ever... fucked him... this good?" Jasmine pants between thrusts, her eyes locked on Lin's. "All those... nights... you read your stupid tech books... while he watched sports..." She laughs cruelly. "Should've... paid more attention... he was just jacking to Pornhub. To girls like me." She moans louder, performing for Lin's benefit. "Yes! Harder! Make me forget I was ever that boring white boy!"

Their golden retriever growls from the corner where he's retreated, confused by the lingering scent of his owner mixed with something alien.

"Shut up, filthy mutt!" Jasmine snaps between moans. You feel yourself approaching climax as Jasmine's new concubine body tightens around you. She notices Lin's wedding ring glinting under a table and extends her middle finger directly at Lin's face. "Till death do us part, bitch."

Jasmine's orgasm hits with a screech that shatters the suburban quiet. "I'm the Asian dreammmmmmm fuuuuckk" Her body goes limp.

The golden retriever barks frantically. "Shut the fuck up, oh my god! You babied that thing like it was our kid," she spits, looking directly at Lin " Speaking of...remember when you suggested actual children? David was too scared. But, secret, he like, also hated you. He wanted a blonde American wife and you felt just like second place. But he'd imagine girls like me." She licks her lips. "While he was inside you."

You gently massage her tits. You can't believe that this vicious sex goddess came out of that dullard. "Look at me, Lin," Jasmine taunts between moans. "You wanna be some perfect little model minority right? Your parents must be so proud." She laughs breathlessly as you finally cum yourself. "Too bad. No kids, now no husband. What a failure. Such shame to the family" She says with a hint of mock accent.

As you pull away, Jasmine slides down the wall, legs splayed obscenely. She wipes sweat from her brow and flips her long hair. "Welcome to the rest of your life. I'm going to take everything. Your house. Your money..."

"That would be delicious. Sadly I have other plans for this one" You interrupt. "Every bitch needs a good frenemy"

"Please" she whispers hoarsely. "Give him back and let us go"

"Nu-uh" you chuckle.

Your imperious will lashes out. Lin's plea becomes a shriek of pure agony as her body seizes. Her petite frame convulses, spine arching backward at an impossible angle. You watch dispassionately as her black hair begins to lighten at the roots, spreading outward in waves, brown, then caramel, then honey blonde, finally settling into a platinum shade that cascades in loose curls past her shoulders where before it barely touched them. Her face twists and reforms. Cheekbones lower and round out, the elegant planes of her features blurring into something softer, vapid. Her nose shrinks, turning up at the tip. Her lips inflate dramatically, swelling into a pillowy pout coated in bubblegum pink. Her skin tone shifts from its natural dusky tone to a fake-tanned gold-brown, as if she's spent too many hours in a spray booth.

"Oh my god, like, what's happening to me?!" The words burst out in a high-pitched squeal, the educated Chinese accent replaced by a nasal California drawl. Her eyes, once dark brown, almond, intelligent, have become wide and vacuous blue, framed by extensions. Her modest breasts swell outward, growing until they're massive, perfectly round globes that defy gravity, clearly artificial. Her waist cinches impossibly narrow, creating an exaggerated hourglass that looks more a 40's newspaper comic than human. Her ass expands into two firm, round spheres that would make sitting uncomfortable. Her height increases by several inches, her legs lengthening into toned, tanned limbs that seem made purely for display.

The silk pajamas dissolve, replaced by a skin-tight white bodycon dress that barely covers her nipples and ass. Six-inch stiletto heels materialize on her feet. Heavy makeup coats her face - thick foundation, dramatic false lashes, contoured cheekbones. Lin's desperate pleas cut off mid-word as her consciousness fractures and reforms. Complex thoughts evaporate like morning dew. Her master's degree? Gone. Her career? Irrelevant. The daily experiment reports become a meaningless jumble of numbers. David's name slips away, replaced by... by... who cares? All that matters is looking hot, getting attention, and being a toxic bitch.

"Oh my god!" Krystal squeals again, looking down at herself. Her hands fly to her enormous breasts, squeezing them experimentally.

"I'm..." She tilts her head.

"Krystal. Accent on the tal" You supply helpfully. Her expression changes to one of confidence. Then, she catches sight of Jasmine and her eyes narrow. "Ew, who let the Asian bitch stray in? This is like, my house." Krystal flips her hair dismissively.

Jasmine sits up, glaring back. "Excuse me? I was here first. Not that you could see passed those gross tits. Like two beach balls glued to a stick figure."

"Oh my god, did you hear something?" Krystal says to you, looking around dramatically. "It sounded like... jealousy? Yeah, definitely jealousy." She strikes a pose. "It's not my fault I'm, like, a perfect ten and she's... what, a seven? Maybe?"

"At least I can actually get a guy to finish. Unlike you, who probably just lies there like a dead fish while checking your phone. Us Asians actually have to work at it."

"At least I don't look like I just finished giving handjobs at a massage parlor. Can't afford clothes?" She turns to you, pressing her inflated breasts against your arm. "Tell good morning Vietnam to leave. I want you all to myself."

Jasmine sighs. "Like, did you have to make her blonde? As if the world needs another basic white girl." Krystal gives a fake smile.

"Anyways, I'm here for a hot guy."

"Ugh me too. I'm not sharing with you"

You teleport out of there back to the club. You could have fun with them for eternity but Jasmine was right. Stereotypes have their sell-by date. You might go turn Taylor Swift into a fat rat. By for now, time to watch this all over again.