(TF Story, Race Change, Commission)
Jen couldn’t believe it when captain of the football team, Bryce, asked her to dinner. He had approached her out of the blue on campus. Said he had noticed her in their biology class. And that he couldn’t stop thinking about her.
She hadn’t cared to think about him. Jen was raised by immigrant asian parents. They had taught her that education came first. That she was lucky for what she had so she had to work for it. In turn she was an A+ honors student. She didn’t date. And she didn’t give the neanderthal guys who sat at the back of the class a second thought.
But she’d never been noticed before. She had to admit, it felt nice to be so. She didn’t spend much time on her looks, put her hair up and wore a safe uniform to classes. And being a short asian woman, she doubted most people cared to see her.
She went back to her dorm to find her roommate still half asleep.
“Morning, Jen.”
“It’s past noon.”
“Don’t be rude. I had a late night. You should’ve joined. It was some party.”
“I’m not into that sort of thing. Gets in the way of school,” Jen said indignantly.
Her roommate turned back over.
Jen paused and pursed her lips.
“Can I ask you a question?”
“What?”
“A guy just asked me out. I said no but he was pretty insistent. Gave me his number.”
Her roommate sat up. “So? You’ve never been asked out before?”
“Never.”
“Well do you like the guy? Is he cute?”
“Kind of. But I never thought he’d be the type to be interested in me.”
“Who is this guy?”
“Bryce Rivers.”
Her roommate jumped right off the bed. She grabbed Jen by the shoulders. “Shut the fuck up. Bryce Rivers asked you out? He must have an asian fetish. Shit you’re so lucky. Well, you have to text him.”
“No I don’t.”
“Yes you do. Don’t waste your life on books. The captain of the football team wants to take you to dinner. You say yes.”
“This is a liberal arts college. Our football team is terrible.”
“It’s still cool. He might go pro. And then you can say you went on a date with him. Plus you could get laid. And trust me girl, you need it.”
“I can’t believe you’d say that.”
“I got laid last night and I’m feeling great. The guy wasn’t half bad. But I bet Bryce would make you feel incredible.”
“You’re not helping sell this.”
“Fine. Here try this. Think of it as one of your science experiments. Go and see. See how the other side lives. Doesn’t starting with an extreme give you good data? Then you can go out with one of the nerds from class to compare.”
Jen considered the proposition. It would make for an interesting trial. And who knows when another opportunity like this would come up?
“Okay, I’ll text him and we’ll see.”
At the end of the week, Jen got ready for her date with Bryce. She didn’t own many dresses so she elected to wear a long skirt and an appropriate top. She put her hair up and put on light makeup.
“You’re going to want more than that,” her roommate chimed.
“If he wants to take me out, he can take me as I am.”
Her phone buzzed with a text from Bryce saying he was outside her dorm building.
“Have fun, roomie! And make sure you fuck him good.”
Jen tried to ignore her but the comment was jarring. She wasn’t raised like that.
She went out and saw Bryce leaning against a red truck.
“Hey Bryce.”
“I’m happy you said yes. This will be fun. I actually got you something.”
“You did?”
His vibe seemed off but Jen couldn’t place why. He was acting nice but he didn’t seem all that friendly.
Jen watched him reach into his car and pull out a small box. He opened it to reveal a necklace with a bright blue gem on it.
“May I?” he said as he pulled it out of the box.
He came up behind her and slipped the necklace on her. As he clasped it, Jen felt a surge of energy rush to her brain. Her anxiety about the date melted. Her shoulders got less tense. Her smile became more natural.
“It’s really pretty, Bryce. Thank you.”
“Sure thing, Jenny.”
“Oh it’s just Jen.”
“Are you sure? I’m pretty sure you go by Jenny. It makes you more likable.”
Her brain buffered for a moment. She did go by Jenny when she was with friends. It was easier. Made her fit in a bit better. Lots of asians changed their names.
“Right, what was I thinking?”
Bryce smiled widely. He opened the door for her and got her in.
The car ride was pretty quiet. Bryce played country music the whole way and Jen didn’t know the words.
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Sure,” he said.
“Why did you ask me out? I didn’t really figure I was your type.”
“That’s surprising. What do you think my type is?”
Jen was taken aback by his question. She wasn’t sure it was worth being brutally honest but she didn’t have a lot to lose.
“I don’t know. Sorority girls. Pretty women with big boobs and fat asses. I’m not really all that girly.”
Bryce smirked. This was too easy.
“Don’t sell yourself short, Jenny. You’re super pretty. Gorgeous even. And aren’t you forgetting that you’re in a sorority? I know they say pretty girls are vapid but I thought you’d remember something that obvious.”
Jenny’s head burned. ‘Was he right? Yeah she was in a sorority. Kappa Delta Delta. How could she forget that? Her sisters would laugh at that. She was kind of forgetful. That’s what she got in trade for her looks.’
Jenny’s features shifted while they drove. Her pudgy face thinned, her cheekbones rose and gave her definition. Her eyes widened, her lashes lengthened, and her eyebrows plucked perfectly. Her nose shrank and formed a cute button. Her hair grew in her updo, becoming more luxurious and styled.
“I guess I see what you’re talking about. I am pretty enough to be in a sorority. I didn’t really expect to join one but it worked out well. The girls are really nice. But still, Bryce, I’m not on the level of the women you date. I’m generally small.”
“Ha you’re funny. I knew you were smart. I think that’s fun. But you’re not that small. You’ve got to be, what, 5’8?”
“What? I’m barely…”
Her body shifted in her seat. Her legs shot out from under her skirt until she had an added few inches. Her torso grew up too revealing her belly underneath her shirt.
Jenny was tall. Especially given her heritage. She had just kept on growing past her shorter parents. She shot up past the mid five foot range. She wasn’t even done according to her doctor.
“Yeah I get that. I guess they just seem bigger comparatively,” she said. She had a sense of unease in her gut but talking to Bryce felt good. He had a calming presence. She trusted him for some reason.
“Oh you didn’t mean small in height, did you? You meant small bodied.”
She felt a bit embarrassed. She didn’t usually notice stuff like that. Women’s bodies weren’t her priority. And even though she was strangely tall, she was still not curvy.
“Yeah that’s what I meant.”
“I guess you’re right. I’ve dated some hot women. But you’re no slouch. Sure you’re not as big as some of them but those double Ds on your chest are nothing to cry about.”
She was about to object to that ridiculous claim when her chest burbled. All of her shirts were made for her small frame. She hadn’t been more than an A cup her whole life. Except for the growth spurt that gave her hefty round mounds. Her tits grew fully, pushing out from her skin getting rounder and rounder until they fell down against her chest. They pressed firmly into her tight bra until reality caught up and her bra increased to a usable size. Her shirt was not made for so much tit flesh.
“And I know some girls have huge backsides but don’t sell yourself short. You’re pretty thick. It’s super hot, those curvy hips of yours. I’m just imagining your thighs under that skirt.”
Jenny was so focussed on her new sensitive boobs that she yelped as her butt grew out from under her. She rose in her seat as the padding in her skirt only increased. Her formerly skinny thighs mashed together and grew plush and warm. Her hips popped out into her long skirt until it was tight. Her cheeks kept filling until her underwear slipped deep into her crack. She felt an intense warmth between her fat thighs.
“I don’t… I only mean… I wasn’t always this… curved. It’s still pretty new, being a late growth spurt and all that. I’m getting used to it.”
She felt plainly embarrassed. Maybe it was all the calories she was eating in college. Maybe it was a late puberty. But she was not the size she used to be. And her clothes reflected that. She had barely squeezed her rear end into her skirt but she didn’t bring any better options to school. And her top was full of boobs with very little room to maneuver. She hated having her tummy showing. And her skirt was stretched so much that her skin was visible under the fabric.
“Getting used to it? As long as I’ve seen you, you’ve owned those curves. Seems to me like you’ve had them for a long time. The way you dress and all that. Oh we’re here.”
Jenny felt like she was being pulled in two different directions. She had been taken so off guard by her new body a second ago. Now it felt like second nature. Instead of feeling like she was sitting on a wobbly cushion, her butt felt normal. She arched her back in response to her breasts as she always did. She adjusted nicely to the body that she barely recognized but couldn’t imagine any other way.
Bryce stopped the car at the valet stand. He smirked to himself as he tossed the keys to the young man working and came around to the passenger door. He opened it.
Jenny was fluctuating between awareness and lack thereof. But when her clothes adjusted to Bryce’s words, she was barely present. Her skirt flared around the hem, going from proper and skinny to open and flowy. It also grew longer to fit with her new height. Her top gained size and shifted from a mesh shirt to a more sturdy top that could support her boobs. Her shoes also accommodated her size as they changed from flats to tennis shoes. Much more comfortable for someone with a heftier weight.
She stepped out of the truck looking similar to before getting in, just fuller and bigger. She was still shorter than Bryce but it was less evident now as she came up to his shoulders.
He took her hand and led her to the door.
“You know, this is a nice place. You should be wearing a dress. Especially if I’m gonna shell out the cash to take you out. You like wearing girly outfits. American girly. You can’t help but fit in.”
As he spoke, her clothes morphed again. Her shirt merged with her skirt as both changed to a matching green color. Her top thinned a bit to be the torso of a feminine dress with straps while her skirt twirled around her feet.
Jenny had always been more interested in American fashion than her Japanese heritage. Dresses instead of kimonos. Jean shorts instead of proper pants. She couldn’t help herself. They called to her. Maybe it was her exaggerated features that made her not fit in with her parents’ wants for her. She was still smart and truly gifted. Plus she worked hard. But at least she could look good while doing it.
“So you do like my dress?” She didn’t know why she asked. She wanted to appease him.
He looked her up and down.
“You know I prefer blue. And you wear heels when you go out. You love feeling tall and big.”
Her dress lightened from green to blue. And as she walked through the restaurant to their table, she felt heels grow out under her feet. She walked taller with every step until her tennis shoes had formed strappy heels that gave her three more inches of height. Walking on them also made her hips sway side to side automatically under her dress.
Jenny didn’t know how but she knew Bryce’s preferences. She wore blue because he liked it. And always went out in tall boots or heels. It was why she fit in so well in her sorority. Sure she was the resident asian girl, but she made up for it with her womanly body and feminine style.
Bryce sat her down at a table. She had an odd feeling. Whenever Bryce spoke her head got foggy. It was like she was put on pause until she got used to the new reality. Maybe it was because she thought he was cute. She had to remember that this was just an experiment. She may be in a sorority and like dressing cute but that didn’t make her some jock’s whore.
Bryce took the opportunity to start talking about his football career. Jenny didn’t think he seemed all that interesting. But he found a way to talk until a waiter showed up to take their order.
“I think I’ll get the soup as an appetizer, and I’ll do the noodles with rice for dinner. It’s nice that you have a good range of cuisine.”
“Very good, miss,” the waiter said.
“Actually belay that. You don’t really eat that asian crap. She wants fried pickles for an appetizer. She loves ‘em. And a burger and fries for dinner. And we’re definitely not skipping dessert.”
Jenny was about to object but why would she? She knew he was right. She hadn’t really eaten Japanese cuisine since high school. She wanted to spread her wings and had fallen for American food. Anything fried or grilled was right up her alley. Maybe that’s why she was fuller than most of her family members. She could eat.
“Ma’am?” the waiter asked.
“Oh absolutely. And please come back for dessert.”
Bryce placed his order and the waiter left.
“So what about you? What’s your deal?”
“Oh? I’m not that interesting.”
“We’ll see about that.”
“Well, my parents came to America before I was born. I’m Japanese. That’s the island off the coast of Asia.”
“What do you like about America?”
“Besides the food? The fashion for sure. But otherwise my culture is pretty important to me. Japanese tradition goes back a long way and I intend to keep it. I just can’t really help myself with your food, it’s so good. And of course clothes, but there’s nothing wrong with fitting in.”
“Do you know why I asked you out?”
“I haven’t figured that out yet.”
“I wanted to see just how far this could go. It’s no fun taking a sorority slut and making her sluttier. Instead I thought it’d be hot to take a reserved Asian chick and make her better. It’s great. But I’m bored of all this Asian crap.”
“Asian crap?” She was just about ready to storm out of there. “First of all…”
“I’m not done talking. You listen when I speak.”
She immediately stopped. She didn’t know why but she felt like being quiet. At least until Bryce was finished.
“Now as I was saying, you’re not some Asian weirdo. You’re actually white. You were born in America. In the south specifically. You don’t like Asian culture. You don’t know anything about it. You are American and proud. Got it?”
Jenny was panicking. She was Japanese. Or at least she thought she was. She looked down at her skin. It looked tanner. Her nails grew out a bit on her fingers to exemplify her growing up white. She knew it was wrong but she couldn’t figure out why. She had some association with Japan. That country in Asia. She had studied it in class. But why? History maybe. Either way she didn’t really have a distinct connection to it. Being a small town girl from the south. She was raised by parents who pushed her to work hard in school. But that was kind of part of her heritage if you could call it that. It was all she’d ever known. Coming to college was her first time seeing Asian people in person. It was different but she was getting used to it.
As she froze in thought, her skin tone lightened from brown to white and then tanned slightly. Her eyes grew wider. Her face lost its round shape. Her hair gained volume from years of taking care of it. She shaped into the curvy white woman she was.
Her makeup adjusted to heavier American tones. Heavy bronzer and eye shadow. Lip stick and mascara. The works. She was much more of a southern beauty.
When she spoke, she had a tinge of southern accent in her voice.
“I don’t know what I was thinking. I got confused. I’ve had sushi but I don’t really like that raw fish stuff, you know? It doesn’t matter.”
“You’re looking so hot now.”
Jenny wasn’t really all that into dating. She still prioritized school over guys. But she appreciated looking good.
“Alright there, Bryce, no need to overdo it. I’m still a little new to all this.”
“Is that right?” he said with a sly grin.
Jenny was a bit overwhelmed by the jock. She knew he was trouble. But she sometimes attracted guys like that. After all she was a gorgeous brown haired white woman. Definitively a girl-next-door type. But she always prioritized her brain over her looks despite being as happy in a dress as shorts and an oversized tshirt.
“Don’t get me wrong, I’ve dated before of course. But nothing that serious. And definitely not guys like you. I’m just getting used to the dating scene.”
“Ha that’s rich. Your brain must be fried. You’re one of those serial daters. You’ve got guys lined up asking to go out with you. Not that you can refuse. You say yes to every guy. You just love the attention.”
Jenny felt her head spin in retaliation.
“Serial dater? I do have trouble saying no. But what about school? I don’t have time…”
“School? That’s not really your thing. You’re in college to be popular and join a sorority. Oh and to get with guys. You’re actually really dumb. Math and science and stuff is super hard for you. It goes right over your head.”
“No, that’s not true,” she cried. She wasn’t dumb. Er that dumb. She hadn’t really gotten good grades. But she tried. Well she tried when she wasn’t super distracted. She usually had boys on her mind. And she’d certainly had her fair share. But wait. Wasn’t she still a virgin?
“Oh don’t worry, hot stuff, you pass your classes. You find a way. Being a sexy blonde with an F cup rack, you’ve figured out how to get your way using seductive techniques.”
Her hair glowed with color. The black transitioned into a light blonde that verged on platinum.
Meanwhile her blue dress filled with flesh. Her boobs expanded past their former D cups. They grew from her chest and outward until they were the size of cantaloupes and then even bigger. She stared at them in shock and then in comfort.
“I wouldn’t… I mean I only do it if I need to pass. Studying is hard. I get distracted you know? There’s nothing wrong with using my gifts to pass.”
She was stressing. This all felt like it was happening too fast. But how could it? This was her life. She blossomed physically and never stopped. She had a cute butt and huge tits. They came in handy. Those plus her blonde hair and fair skin, she was practically a knockout. Men threw themselves after her. And she liked it… a lot. Sure it made school harder but she had it all figured out. She could even keep her parents satisfied.
Her dress top creaked uncomfortably with the extra fat until reality caught up and adjusted.
“You’re right. You’ve done all you can. I’m just lucky I got a place in your busy itinerary. But don’t worry, I won’t take up your time. I know you’ve got plenty of these dates you’ve said yes to. I know what you actually want.”
“You do?”
Jenny smiled. Bryce was a nice guy. Confident too. It was satisfying to have a man just say what’s what. She preferred it that way.
“You don’t need this foreplay. You’re good for a fuck right now. In fact you’re always ready for sex. Always horny. Your libido is super high. I know that you prefer to skip the date and go straight to making out. Right?”
Jenny had to admit that Bryce was exactly right with this one. All these dates with random guys took too much time. What she really wanted was the sex. Sure some people called her a slut. Jenny the whore, some said. She was embarrassed. But she couldn’t help her wild sex drive. It came with breasts like hers.
“I can tell you’re itching for a good fuck. Come on.”
He helped her up and led her to a private bathroom.
“A bathroom? Really?”
“You don’t mind. You’ve had sex in dirtier places. Plus you’re needy for it.”
He was right. Again. Her pussy was aching. Had been all night. It was a nice bathroom anyway.
She grabbed him by the shoulders and leaned in to kiss him.
“I thought Jenny the whore always started with the dick. You love the taste of cum. Can’t get enough. Especially with cock pillows like yours.”
She barely noticed her lips double in size as if getting an allergic reaction. They pressed against each other, keeping her from fully closing them. She had a permanent pout that felt extra sensitive.
She didn’t have time to think about the unnoticeable change though because all she could focus on was Bryce’s erect penis. She tore into his pants, drooling as she pulled them down. She grabbed his shaft with her painted nails and placed her lips around his tip. She bobbed like the expert she was. Within the minute, Bryce was coming. And Jenny swallowed every last drop.
“Mmm so fucking good. You are a whore. Tell you what, with skills like that you don’t need to be in college. You dropped out. Now you’re a star Hooters employee. Famous for being the best fuck in the joint.”
“Wait no. I’m, like, not some waitress bimbo. Er maybe… I just. Slow down! Please! I can’t… mmmm I just… I’m so confused.”
“Tell you what. Let me help. You just need a good dicking. You love a dick in you. And I’m willing to give it to you. But you love to beg first.”
She knew she did. She loved getting fucked. She wanted to say no, that she was a good responsible student and not a Hooters waitress who made incredible tips because of her chest. But she couldn’t.
“Mm yeah. Give it to me. Please. I want it. I need it. I need you in me. Fuck my ass. Fuck me. Now!”
Bryce smiled deviously.
“Happy to oblige. But first you need more of an ass to handle my dick. You have a fat ass. Huge. It never fits into the tiny shorts you squeeze onto it. And your proportions are distinctly an hourglass because of how wide your ass is on your snatched waist.”
“Oh… oh… OOOOOOOOH,” she groaned as her butt filled with cushion. It grew under her dress and widened increasingly from big to huge to giant. Each cheek filled out to be rounder than a volleyball. It jiggled as it grew ever fuller. She reddened with the sensation. She knew her butt was gigantic but for some reason it felt different this time.
“And while we’re at it, your breasts are bigger than you could even imagine. G cups… no, H cups! And super pert and full.”
Her thoughts turned to mush as her chest pulsed with the same energy as her rear. She was becoming a walking sex doll. Her thighs thickened to keep up. And her back strengthened to support the mammoth balloons that were emerging from her torso. They grew ever greater until they were bigger than her head and still going. Her dress was tearing as it weakened to her growth spurt. The skirt shrunk to a small whorish length that showed plenty of her butt. Her cleavage was on full display as the top disintegrated leaving only minor patches of fabric to keep her from being totally nude. Her hair fell around her head as her updo came apart.
“That’s what I’m talking about. Bend over, slut.”
She did as she was told. As she expanded and reality attempted to keep up, Bryce impaled her increasing flesh with his dick. He plunged into her over and over, leaving her practically catatonic as pleasure rang in every orifice of her body. She responded by screaming and groaning in words that became less and less recognizable. Her words were barely audible over the slapping of her thickened rear against Bryce’s crotch. She came multiple times during their intercourse and Bryce only once. But he made sure to line her pussy with his seed while she lay moaning in heat.
Bryce cleaned himself up and zipped his pants.
“Thank for this, Jenny. I had fun. I hope you enjoy your new life as the local slut. I know you’ll make big tips. Even though you’ll probably waste the money on sex toys to keep you busy between fucking. I’ll give you this one. You love your life. You have no regrets. Come find me on campus if you ever want another go at it.”
And he left her there. Moaning in a too small blue dress, red with heat on the floor of a bathroom in a nice restaurant. She paid for their meals (he made her dumb, not mean) and then she got an uber and headed to Hooters for a shift. She worked any night she had the energy. It was worth every effort to be adored by all her ‘fans’. She found a few more lonely hearts to be with that night but she kept thinking about Bryce. How he had truly been life changing. But like he said, she had no regrets.