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Quickie: Means to an End

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            Booming music filled Dan’s head, a man lost in a sea of dancers, ravers, and mosh pitters. He bopped his head to the music – most of which he’s never heard before – but couldn’t see himself throwing his body into the crowd of crazed young adults. Going to a music festival felt like something he needed to check off his bucket list, so he took the $300 plunge.

            The ground was muddy, the food and drink was overpriced, and as the day turned to night, the body odor became prevalent. Dan was about to wrap up his loud, uneventful day, but suddenly felt a small pair of hands touch his shoulders. They spun him around, facing him towards an Asian woman who was clearly part of the festival culture. She was tall and wore shorts that were shorter than men’s underwear, displaying her long tan legs in their full glory. Her tight excuse for a shirt bared her midriff and was cut down at the neck far enough to show some good cleavage – whether her breasts were big or pushed together to a ridiculous degree, Dan couldn’t tell.

            “What’s your name, shy boy?” she asked, readjusting Dan’s head from under his chin with one finger. “D-Dan,” he stuttered, looking at her doll-like face that shone like a light in the night. Her bright red lipstick and eyeshadow complimented the blonde streaks in her jet-black hair. “You look like you need some fun,” she cooed with a voice sporting an attractive mix of Asian and American accents.

            “Uh, and your name?” Dan asked as the woman began leading him into a strangely romantic dance. “Lucy,” she said, pressing her body close to Dan. The bass from the speakers thundered behind them louder than ever, and Lucy’s dancing quickly transitioned from slowly rocking back and forth to sexual, slutty grinding.

            “Ooooh my God, I bet you’re so big,” she moaned, bent over while rubbing her ass against Dan’s crotch. Dan tried to reciprocate her primal movements for the sake of not looking awkward in the crowd, but couldn’t get into the rhythm. He couldn’t act interested in anyone besides his lover, Andrew. Several long minutes passed before Lucy wrapped her arms around Dan’s shoulders and walked him backwards through the horde of people.

            “H-hey Lucy, I don’t think w-we should…“ Dan stammered once they were alone. Lucy crept around him, placing her chin on Dan’s shoulder. “I do,” she said before kissing his neck, sucking on the skin. Her tongue pressed hard, leaving him with a dark, wet hickey. “Have fun boyo,” she whispered into Dan’s ear. Lucy walked away without turning back before Dan could say a word.

            What a day, Dan thought, pitching his tent as far away from the festival as possible. Once the earplugs and eye mask were put on, he slept like a baby, not realizing how exhausted he felt after the first day of the festival. Lucy’s vampiric kiss began to affect Dan hours after he was unconscious, erasing the stubbly beard off his face with the rest of his body hair following suit. His hormones mutated completely, making him breathe harder as if he were stimulated despite being asleep.

            Dan woke up around 10 AM panting in a cold sweat; his morning wood made a tent out of his boxers. Mmmmm… Sensual thoughts were all he could think. He coiled a hand around his dick, but uneasy feelings bubbled throughout his body. His back made a quiet crack, followed by even quieter pops that emitted from his skeleton. I already miss Andrew, he thought as he stroked his dick, oblivious to his shrinking, arcing spine. When I get home, I’m gonna give him what he wants. Dan’s pelvis let out a sudden squelch as his innards frantically shifted around the broadening bones.

            This feels good, Dan thought, just noticing his lack of pubic hair. His fingers and toes twitched as he masturbated, shaping into slim little digits with growing nails. He pulled his shirt up and rubbed his hairless belly before cumming all over it. Dan’s mind was buzzing as if he were drunk off of his own urges.

            Fuck this, he thought as he finally sat up. Fuck the festival, I’m going home to Andrew. He hastily packed up his belongings and sped straight to his car. His shaky hands clung to the wheel as they shrank, sending the chilling sensation up his arms, and his feet stumbled around the pedals for the same reason. One hour into the drive, Dan’s entire frame had diminished – his T-shirt’s neck nearly revealed a shoulder and his pant legs were settled on the floor. Any excess fat he had in his stomach had been drained into his ass by the time he got home that evening.

            “Andreeeeww~” he cooed as he stepped into their apartment. Andrew walked out of his room when he heard the door open. “Dan! How was the…” he began, noticing Dan’s new height but not his feminine attributes. Dan was always taller, but now he stood as high as Andrew. Dan didn’t reply, he only walked forward to wrap his arms around his lover’s shoulders, then raised a leg up to cling harder.

            “Festival was great, but I couldn’t stand to be away from you for more than a day,” Dan whispered. Andrew felt flattered, yet concerned. “Now fuck me,” Dan grunted, pushing Andrew to the ground. He thrust his crotch against Andrew’s for a while before slipping his loose pants and boxers off, revealing a hard yet small and incomplete penis.

            “What the fuck?!” Andrew exclaimed, watching his partner’s once-massive cock wither away before his eyes. Dan hummed as his testes were absorbed into his body with the scrotum stuck on the outside, forming two fleshy lips. “Ooooaah baby it feels so good,” Dan moaned in a higher voice, swiveling his hips. Andrew, on his back, just noticed how smooth and meaty Dan’s thighs were as they pressed against him.

            “D-dan, what’s going on?” Andrew peeped as Dan was pulling his pants down, revealing Andrew’s erect but confused cock. “A fucking awesome Saturday night,” Dan smirked in a woman’s voice as he leaned in over Andrew’s body, rubbing his clitoris. Dan’s masculine jaw popped and grinded around his plumping lips as he planted a kiss on Andrew’s neck. “Mmmm!!” she squealed like a little girl feeling Andrew’s dick brush between her labia, still sucking on his skin. Dan ripped both of their shirts off to feel closer to her sweetheart.

            Andrew’s eye glazed as he continued to feel his partner’s hairless body all over his. His dick stiffened when Dan slid it into her pussy, then pulled away from his neck. Her whole face looked different, but Andrew’s couldn’t form a sentence anymore. Dan’s skin started to sizzle as she leaned her body in again, tongue lolled out. Her platinum flesh darkened at the joints, then enveloped her skin in a beautiful golden hue.

            “A-Aaawh, eeeuh, mm…” Dan groaned as she grasped Andrew’s shoulders, feeling her somewhat muscular arms shiver their masculinity away and dwindle into bow-like, Asian limbs. She pressed her chest against Andrew’s, kissing his dazed lips while still swinging his dick around inside of her.

            A loud, wet squel-lash filled the room when the dark skin reached Dan’s nipples. They turned nearly black, puffed out, and somewhat disconnected from her body. Flesh stretched out from under them, pressing veins against her skin as they sagged against Andrew’s body. The moist, gooey sounds emitting from Dan’s body were music to her little ears.

            “Da…Da…Da…” Andrew muttered in intervals as Dan rocked her body faster and faster against his. The tender lumps of flesh on Dan’s chest swayed with increasing weight, eventually growing too big for Dan to keep her body tightly pressed to Andrew’s. The breasts bounced vigorously when she sat up, still riding Andrew like a joystick.

            Andrew suddenly gripped Dan’s waist and began to sit up. In a few swift motions, he forced Dan onto the floor and unloaded a hot climax onto Dan’s contorting face. Dan throttled her clit at the same time, spraying her sweat and other fluids across the room. Her semen-covered eyes molded into almonds above her supple parted lips as the tawny skin tone crept up her neck and face, quickly purging the last trace of Dan’s Caucasian heritage.

            Over the next few minutes, the couple rolled around on the floor together, moaning like animals. Neither of them noticed Dan’s hair turn jet-black as it grew slightly longer, not falling beneath her chin, but giving her a long set of bangs. When she was on top of Andrew, she brought her flat yellow face closer to Andrew’s to whisper: “We have more fun later.” Her accent was thick, but Andrew’s mind was too far gone to care about anything – even about his lover becoming a feisty Asian bimbo.

            Dan’s meaty thighs brushed against Andrew’s sweaty body as she stood up and waltzed to the bedroom, falling asleep almost immediately on her back. Andrew scratched at the noticeable love bite he’d gotten from Dan, trying to come back to his senses. He dragged himself to the bathroom.

            “God, what happened,” he mumbled, looking at his naked body in the mirror. “Just sleep,” he yawned, rubbing his eyes as he peed. Fuck, that was amazing. Andrew collapsed on the bed next to Dan, falling asleep almost as quickly as she did.

            Over the night, Andrew’s light body hair retracted into his skin. His breathing became louder as his hormones mutated like Dan’s. Around 6 AM, Andrew woke up from insatiable itches all over his head. His dirty-blonde hair was cascading down his face and turning black at the roots. He walked to the bathroom, fiercely scratching his head with irritated grunts.

            Andrew hardly recognized himself in the mirror. Not only was his hair growing down past his forehead, his eyebrows had darkened above eyes that were struggling to stay open. His cheekbones faintly creaked and rippled his skin before snapping into a new position. Andrew yelped, afraid to touch a finger to his face. His long dry lips were quick to shrink and pout in order to fit against the heightened cheekbones that were squinting his eyes.

            “A-ahhh,” he breathed, unable to figure out why he felt more horny than disturbed while fondling his groin. He tugged at his blackening hair when it brushed against his collarbone, staring at the face of an Asian woman in the mirror. “Oh fuck, I need… I need Dan,” he huffed in a higher octave.

            Andrew crept to the bedroom door, eyeballing Dan’s sleeping, naked body with nothing but lust. Quietly, he inserted his face between Dan’s legs and began eating her out. Andrew kept brushing his long hair back with gentle swipes as if he was used to doing it. “Mmmmph, oh God yes,” he panted, pulling back to spit on Dan’s clit before rubbing it into her pussy. The sexual pleasure numbed Andrew from his own accelerating transformation.

            “You so good,” Dan mumbled, opening tired eyes. To Andrew’s surprise, she held his head and pressed it against her, literally smothering him with her pussy. Andrew’s hands clung harder to Dan’s hips as their joints convulsed, trimming themselves into dainty little things. At the same time, yellow splotches covered parts of his skin that slowly came together.

            “おやまあ!” Dan screamed as Andrew’s forehead pressed against her clit. “Oh God!” she screamed again in English as if she didn’t understand herself the first time. Andrew unburied himself from Dan’s slit and looked up into her eyes.

            “Dan, what’s happening to us?” he squeaked, briefly coming back to reality. “わかりません…” Dan began, pulling Andrew’s body on top of hers. “でも… I wir-will arways l-love you.” Tears welled in Andrew’s eyes, seeing Dan’s trademark genuine smile through the face of the Japanese woman he had become. Andrew gave back in to his instinctive lust when he felt the flesh on his chest begin to sink, never happier to have been with the one he loved.

            The couple tumbled in bed for over an hour with Dan accenting Andrew’s metamorphosis as it continued, since he was too focused on Dan to pay attention to his own body. The feeling of Dan’s soft hands against his swollen bosom nearly made him drool, and he relished the moment when Dan’s tongue followed his genitals into his body, suctioned in between folds of developing vulva.

            “Ah-AH-AaaAAHH~!!” Andrew shrieked on her back, unable to control a raw female orgasm. The seemingly endless morning of schlicking, sloshing, andslurping had finally reached its climax. Dan and Andrew, two full-fledged Japanese bimbos, lied next to each other the rest of the morning. Their sex-driven minds were still aroused, but the afternoon had bigger priorities.

            “I’m so happy we are together,” Dan said to Andrew in Japanese. Andrew didn’t realize her own mother tongue had changed; the language barrier between them no longer existed. “I love you Danny,” Andrew replied in Japanese, cuddling by her sweetheart.

            The girls spent the rest of the day at the mall replacing their wardrobe and stocking up on makeup. They couldn’t keep their hands off the tight, revealing clothing or anything that would highlight their eyes. Sex toys were ordered from their phones, and both of them squealed and chattered in Japanese whenever one of them found something particularly enticing. They never spoke English to each other anymore, only using the language to speak to others with heavy accents.

            Settling back into their regular lives was challenging, but the bimbos had each other to look forward to every night. They got frisky on the weekends, stripping or engaging in prostitution as a duo, more so to fill their voracious lust than for the extra pocket change. They never left each other’s sides and knew their partner’s body as well as their own. Eventually, Dan and Andrew became Dai and Akira.

            “You see that guy over there?” Akira whispered to Dai one night at a small house party. As usual, the couple was looking for more action. Akira was wearing a polka-dotted tube top dress while Dai donned a tight white top with a tiny bra to squeeze her breasts together, as well as a standard pair of skinny blue jeans.

            “He is so tall,” Dai whispered back, even though they knew no one could understand them. Akira wrapped her arm around Dai’s shoulder. “Let’s go get him for the night~” she giggled as both of them licked their lips.

A reward for my Patron, Andrew.