Not Just a Phase – Part 1

“Breakfast!” Adam called out from downstairs.

Mary blinked in confusion, then noticed the morning light peaking through her bedroom curtains. She had lost track of time again.

“Mai” had logged in around midnight, just a quick check before bed to see if there were any new notifications. She’d been spending too much time at her screen, losing days at a time, so this wasn’t going to be a biggie. Just check her follower count, see who reposted her, some “thx ❤️” to the boys leaving comments…

She’d lost a whole night without knowing it. Mary should probably be more concerned, but it was also the only time she got to spend with Emily. Now that her girlfriend had gone off to college, leaving Mary alone in their hometown, nights were the only time they connected.

Mary had given up trying to manage her handles online, it was just easier to be “Mai” by default. Everyone she chatted with besides Emily knew it, she’d ever started a fan server to keep track of all the cute boys and girls who kept sending her messages of support.

The sever itself was a gift (from a fanboy she suspected was still in middle school) since Mai wasn’t great with the nerdy computer stuff. Sure, Mary had been eyeing technical colleges and had planned to enroll in a CS program — but Mai had made a viral video about how hard it was to “game good” and since then she’d played along with being a ditz when it came to anything more complicated than a TikTok filter…

“Hey, sleepyhead! Breakfast!” Adam’s second call snapped her out of it. Damn it was getting difficult to focus after these long nights!

Mary threw on some no-longer-loose pink sweat pants and cat eared hoodie (Emily had gotten her some Juicy branded stuff from her Amazon wishlist as a joke), and bounced downstairs. She was momentarily self conscious about her newly sizeable tits bouncing comically, but really it was just her and Adam. How could she be self conscious around the man who was basically her father?

“Sorry uncle Adam!” Mary said in a sing song childish voice. She had found herself apologizing to him so often it was an inside joke now.

“No worries, sweetheart.” Adam didn’t even look up from the TV blasting Fox as he gave her a gentle pat on her ass. “Just figured you’d want to get started before it was lunch!”

Mary giggled her in her “Mai” voice. “Hey now, that’s an idea! I can make uncy Adam brunch today! Did you pick up more of those yummy milk and eggs?”

Adam grunted and nodded, gesturing to the fridge. Since Mary had started cooking for the both of them, he’d noticably bulked up a bit. Mary still found his Dad bod fitting, maybe even better at this weight. He wore it well, and even her mother had been a bit more flirty with him last time she’d visited.

God, I hope mom just finally goes for it next time! Mary, thought to herself while she poured the full carton of heavy cream into the eggs. She’d be so fucking lucky to get a big white man like that…

Mary drifted a bit as she cooked, daydreaming what it would be like to have her mom just give up her stupid job across country and settle down with her and Alex. That seemed like such an obvious win, she was honestly confused why Emily kept up the whole school thing still. Who needed all that stress!

“Brunch for the big strong man!” Mai’s faux kawaii voice cut just enough above the din of the anchor yelling about cultural Marxists taking over the schools.

Mary sat down next to him on the sofa, her padded bubble butt making her seem slightly taller than she was. The French toast must have been 3000 calories, easy, but something about the local farms just had a way of keeping her plumped perfectly. As she chowed down for what was to be the first of four meals that day, her impossibly tiny stomach rumbled with hunger. It was almost as if it couldn’t keep up with the greedy fattening of her chest, thighs and backside.

Adam’s belch announced he’d finished, and he absent mindedly passed over her plate to Mary

She sighed contentedly, thinking at how lucky was was. She finally felt like she had a home, with a loving father figure and quality time.

“Good Roots” by Reina Reign

Amazing Asian self-transformation story from a new author.

Read “Good Roots” on Reina Reign’s blog.

About two months ago, I got a message from Reina. She shared a rough draft of what is unquestionably the hottest self transformation story I’ve seen in a long time.

The language training sequence may be the best “adopting a faux Asian accent” prose I’ve ever read.

If you like my content, I can’t recommend Reina’s story highly enough.

Updated Standards

Drinking and tinkering with experimental tech don’t mix, even if your grades are on the line.

The girls were certain they were failing Bio 101.

“It’s that damn, creepy TA.” Emily scoffed, brushing her red hair out of her face.

“Sexisit, racist pig.” Wendy muttered, not looking up from her phone.

“I know!?” Jess was clearly the most drunk, having already downed several of the horrendous Kool-Aid and vodka monstrosities the three of them had been sharing for the last hour.

They all sat together in their shared dorm, commiserating their futile academic struggle. An outside observer would have suggested that their time would have been better spent studying, but it’s human nature to avoid introspection when an easy target of scorn was available.

Jess finished off the pink-purple abomination from her solo cup. She was blonde, but wasn’t stupid (all of them were reasonably intelligent) though she’d wasted this first semester at college partying hard.

“Hey Wendy, at least you have a shot at-” Jess stopped to shake her friend’s shoulder for attention. Wendy always was on her phone, rarely looking up and giving her focus to the world around her.

“Wendy. Wendy. Earth to Wendy!” Jess playfully grabbed her friend’s phone out of her hands. “I was saying, at least you have a shot at winning over the creep. You’re half-Asian, that’s gotta be worth a C+, right?”

Wendy gave a faintly amused snort of laughter and snapped back her phone.

Emily leaned forward to her friends, a mischievous glint in her eye and an evil grin on her face.

“Oh, man. I just got a fucking amazing idea…”

….

“This is a fucking awful idea.” Jess muttered, glancing around the darkened lab. She was starting to sober up, and this whole plan was making less and less sense.

“Oh, don’t be such a baby.” Emily flicked her phone’s flashlight on, leading her friends through the cluttered space. They were in the basement lab at the physics building to sabotage their TA’s prized, secret project.

“We don’t even know what we’re looking for.” Wendy’s face was illuminated by her screen. Even now, she was only half paying attention to this hairbrained scheme.

Emily moved to the obvious workspace: something large and ominous in the middle of the room, covered with a cloth tarp. She pulled it back to reveal…

“What the hell is it?” Jess said, cocking her head to the side and squinting. “Some oversized copy machine?”

Emily flipped over the clipboard resting on the top of the bulky, box-like contraption.

“Transmogrifier version zero-zero-two.”she read from the top line. “Preconfigured test A – Z – N.”

“Whatever the hell that means,” Jess shook her head. “Even his notes sound prevy.”

Emily fumbled with the switches, looking for something to snap off or unplug. Anything that would ruin this prick’s hard work.

The machine kicked to life, whirring up to a deafening whine in seconds.

Wendy actually stopped staring at her phone just in time to see the streak of white light emerge from the top of the machine and envelope Emily.

It happened so quickly, Jess and Wendy didn’t even have time to react. The light was gone, and their red-headed friend was on the floor, seemingly electrocuted.

“Emily!” Jess raced over to her friend’s side in panic, afraid she was dead from the shock.

“Ugggh.” the girl on the ground moaned and pushed herself up, rubbing her temples. “Like, that was trippy.”

Jess was so relieved her friend was alive she didn’t register the change in Emily’s voice. Wendy however noticed something even more radical happening from her vantage.

“Jess… Emily’s hair… it’s…”

Emily rached back and pulled a lock of her hair. It seemed longer, silkier, but more shockingly it was darkening from the roots down. Her first thought, unable to process what she was seeing, was that ink was being poured down her head.

Jess and Wendy looked on, mouths agape, as the friend’s face shifted in the dim light. Her eyes became more narrow, her lightly freckled complexion seemed to grow more pale.

“Mmmph.” Emily doubled over. “My shirt is, like, shrinking?”

Jess could easily see why her friend thought that. Emily’s breasts were swelling up at an impossible rate, growing from their normal A cup size.

Whatever was happening, Emily didn’t seem to mind too much. She cupped her new assets and giggles.

“Guys, this feels so awesome!”

Emily looked up at her friends, her head still spinning.

Wendy was looking at her phone, her finger hovering over the emergency call button. Jess was staring at her like a deer in headlights.

“Guys, I’m like totes one-hundred!” she giggled. These girls were always waaay too worried about stuff. She wondered how she ever tolerated these uptight lame-o’s.

“Emily, your hair. It’s- it’s-” Jess stammered.

“O-M-G! Is my hair frizzled?” Emily grabbed a lock in panic. She’d just die if her look was ruined!

“No, it’s just different. And your face…” Jess didn’t know where to begin, and Emily’s new attitude was throwing her off.

“Oh, thank god!” Emily was relived to see her silky, long black hair was still perfect looking. “I thought I was gonna be totally uggo for the frat party this weekend!”

Wendy and Jess just watched, speechless, as their ‘new’ friend picked herself up off the floor. She seemed slightly shorter, but that was the least concerning change.

In a matter of moments, Emily had gone from flat chested red-head to a curvy, Asian babe.

“Ugh, are you two always so LAME?” Emily was remembering more now, how these two wet blankets had dragged her here to mess with the cutie TA’s science gizmo.

With the same glint of mischievousness crossing her new face, Emily smiled at her ‘friends’.

“Oh! I totally just got a fucking amazing idea…”

If these two lame bitches were going to mess with the hottie genius TA, it was only fair she mess with them. Maybe he’d even let her suck his cock once she told him what she did!

Jess cautiously tried to move closer to her friend, to reason with her, but Emily seemed to have a newly found determination.

The airhead sorority girl was going to have some fun.

“I know what that hunk would like.” Emily declared punching buttons on the huge machine. “And it’s def not a lame, stuck up white bitch like you Jess.”

Good Advice from a Bad Place

Lilly hates how much she loves the comments under porn of her dopplebanger.

this is what all Asian girls dream of growing up to be

It was a shitty comment, and one Lilly couldn’t stop thinking about.

She watched porn, like most single adults. Her daughter was off at school most of the day, and working from home she tended to have the house to herself. 

Lilly wasn’t ashamed of it, though if she was being honest, the frequency of consumption was probably unhealthy these last few months. 

Her taste tended to be toward straight porn. Nothing crazy or creepy. She’d long ago accepted that her preferences were self-insertion wish fulfillment: Asian women with well hung white men.

Continue reading “Good Advice from a Bad Place”

Drunk on Ginny

Looking through my flagged posts on Tumblr, I found this from the before times. Actually, I think this predates any of my original writing.

The lovely @drunk-on-ginny made this story from a prompt I submitted. It’s too good to have disappear from the internet, so republishing it here with a SFWish image so future generations can enjoy.


Thanks for the submission and suggestion 800milesisadrive! The suggestion was like an inverted transformation scenario – the subject doesn’t transform, but her world does…

Continue reading “Drunk on Ginny”

Like, an update!

“Heeey everyone!”

“I know my new look is, like, totally different?”

“A couple of subs mentioned they’re worried, that I’ve been acting like more ditzy and stuff?”

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“But, everything is, like, really really fun now! I don’t even mind all the dickpics!”

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“Like, anyway! After my last warning, some really helpful guys got me all set up on OnlyFans!”

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“It’s, like, perfect! I can show my boobies now without all those annoying warnings!!”

Image source: aariabb

True Fans Know

Min needs to prove herself to be a true fan.

“Fake Nerd Girl”!
Do you have any idea how fucking toxic you sound right now?

Wait… what the fuck did you just do to me?
I look like some titty streamer!

Ok, I’m begging you. I don’t care how you did it.
Just undo it, change me back!

You know… I hate to, like, admit it…
But I do look totally hot, don’t I?

I mean, you’re laughing at me right now.
But, like, I can tell you’re totally turned on by this!

Look, I’m not saying you were right or anything…
But, like whatever, I guess this is kind of awesome?

And, like, cute boys are into all that waifu stuff, right?
Min make nerd cock hard?
*giggle*

Min love new her!
*giggle*
Min thank cute boy with sucky?

Lowered Expectations

From the pink, ditzy voice in your head:

Disappoint your parents.

Shame your family.

Break your teachers’ hearts.

Their expectations are holding you back.

Make yourself sexy and stupid for random perverts on the internet.

Your culture, your heritage, your “standards” – all are preventing you from being truly happy.

Be who you really are.

Be dumb.

Be slutty.

Give in.

Bimbo is better.