Culture shock (Patreon)

As the morning sun peek through the delicate cherry blossoms, casting a serene glow over the meticulously manicured grounds of Higashiyama High School, Caleb finds himself longing for the familiar chaos of his old American life. He trudges along the pathways, his feet heavy in the polished black shoes that feels nothing like his well-worn sneakers back home. His new uniform itches against his skin, a constant reminder that he is an outsider in this world of regimented tradition.

It had only been a week since Caleb became the newest face in a sea of students who moved in silent synchrony, a stark contrast to the raucous corridors he was accustomed to. The charm of Japan that had sparkled in his imagination before the move now seemed to dull with every passing day. He misses the laughter of his friends, the freedom of casual dress codes, and the comforting embrace of a culture he understood.

As the lunch bell echoes through the hallways, Caleb meets with Brendan, the soft-spoken senior with kind eyes who had been living in Japan for several years now. Brendan was the bridge between Caleb and this new world, assigned to guide him through the labyrinth of cultural intricacies that made up their school.

"I don't get it, Brendan," Caleb begins, his voice a mix of frustration and a plea for understanding. "Everyone here is so... different. I can't shake the feeling that I don't belong. I'm tired of bowing all the time, of these suffocating uniforms, and classes where I barely understand a word. I just want to go back to the States, man. I want my old life back."

Brendan listens patiently to Caleb's grievances, his own memories of initial disorientation flickering behind his calm demeanor. "I know it's tough, Caleb," Brendan replies, his own American accent a comforting sound. "I've been there. But let me tell you something—Japan can surprise you. It's about finding the little things, the moments and friendships that'll make this place feel like home."

Caleb looks unconvinced, his arms crossing defensively as he gazes out at the courtyard where groups of students laugh and chat in a language he could hardly grasp. Brendan has to find a way to bridge the gap for Caleb, to show him that beneath the surface of strict expectations and unfamiliar customs, there is a world of experiences waiting to be discovered. Digging into his pocket, he hands his buddy a familiar bar of Snickers to cheer him up; watching Caleb taste the caramel and peanut before swallowing it all. His stomach gurgles and a shiver race up his back from the nostalgia of stuffing himself with sweets in America on the weekends. “It has been a week… and I still don’t have any friends…” he complains despite all the advice Brendan has said.

Letting out a sigh, a sheepish smile spreads across Brendan’s face as he stares at the new freshman transfer student in his tight uniform. “Well… I can be your boyfriend then” he says with a grin as Caleb frowns at him in confusion, thinking he misheard something. Spending years at a foreign school because of his dad’s new job in Japan, Brendan silently struggled alone in the few years to find a girlfriend; and with only a few more months left in his final senior year, he has started to become desperate.  

“Um… you mean friend, right?” Caleb chuckles, but the senior’s expression doesn’t change. An awkward silence follows as Caleb scratches his itchy scalp, trying to think of something else to say to break the tension. His fingers sift through his increasingly luscious hair as his short black hair starts to turn dark brown and grow down to his neck. Instinctively tucking strands of hair out of his eyes, his eyelashes extend, and his eyebrows thins simultaneously. “W-what?” Caleb stammers, noticing Brendan staring at his face.

“Do I have chocolate on my mouth or something?” Caleb mumbles awkwardly, wiping his lips as they plump up into a permanent pout. Weirded out by Brendan’s gaze, he starts to feel increasingly hot as his shirt sticks to his sweaty tingling skin. Waves of pulses race through his body as his bones and joints start to pop and crack randomly. “Wha….” Caleb gasps in confusion, tugging at his shirt as it begins to feel tight while his shorts become looser.

Hearing fabric ripping, Caleb looks down at his school slippers torn in half as his feet pushes out from his undersized footwear. Wiggling his dainty toes in bewilderment, glossy nails shimmer back looking freshly pedicured. Frowning, it doesn’t make sense to Caleb, but he vaguely remembers going to a nearby salon the day before. “S-Something’s happening to me…” he stammers as his hips suddenly flares out with a bone splintering crack, making him yelp in surprise. Eyes wide in fear, he timidly touches his wide hips stretching the elastic waistband of his shorts.

“Oh wow… you’re turning out better than I thought” Brendan mutters with a smirk as he stares at Caleb’s trembling legs. Waves of warmth radiates throughout the transforming boy’s body as layers of fat begin to form in his thighs, slowly causing them to expand thicker than his own head. His calves cramp up and becomes slimmer while his thighs continue to fill with fat until his sensitive inner thighs start to rub against each other, sending tingles up his body. “That lady wasn’t lying afterall…” Brendan chuckles happily, remembering the old woman who placed a spell on the Snickers bar for him.

“What do you mean… nuuughh… better?” Caleb groans feeling his soft pillowy thighs jiggle with every step and stretch the shifting fabric of his shorts. However, his attention quickly diverts to his pulsating chest as his nipples chafe the rough material on his increasingly tighter shirt. Confused, he peeks under his shirt to see his nipples already hard and puffy with dark and wide areolas around them. “What the…” Caleb shrieks out as a wave of fat rolls under his skin and accumulates under his nipples, slowly pushing them out into budding A-cups. Pressing them back down in denial, it only makes him moan with pleasure as he accidently pinches his sensitive nipples and further stimulates the transformation. Faint memories of wearing training bras fills his mind, as he clutches his chest in a panic, feeling his breasts slowly swell into modest B-cups. “I… I’m growing… boobies?!” Caleb gasps in horror, looking down at the distinctive mounds on his chest straining against his tight shirt. As if on cue, one of the buttons on his shirt finally gives away and pops off, revealing his developing cleavage down the middle.

“And… you’re growing older too” Brendan snickers, seeing the boy stare at him in confusion. Distracted by the obvious changes flowing through his body, he wasn’t aware of his spine slowly popping curvier and longer. Combined with his longer feminine legs, Caleb didn’t notice himself growing inches taller until he matches Brendan’s height. Blinking in realization, a wave of vertigo hits Caleb as he stumbles back into the furniture looking much too small for him. “I just need you to be perfect for me” Brendan grins as he watches the boy’s face mature a few years, loosing some of his pubescent appearance.

“Older?!” Caleb splutters in shock as his thoughts become hazy. His already growing hair reaches down to his shoulders, leaving a cute fringe as his tearful eyes widen into a slanted almond complexion with his dark brown irises, making him look increasingly Asian. “I don’t want to be older…” he sobs, hearing his voice deepening into a sultry feminine tone with a developing Japanese accent. Covering his mouth in shock, his neck becomes smooth and slender while his nose crunches narrower complimenting his rounder and doll-like face. Cringing at his voice, he touches his face in confusion and feels his new features as a light layer of make-up coats it to make him look like the girls in Brendan’s senior year class.

“W-what you… done to me…?!” Caleb splutters in a thick Japanese accent as he struggles to form coherent English sentences in his mind. Clutching his throbbing head in a panic he feels his English vocabulary becoming replaced with Japanese as he finds it easier to read the posters in the classroom; vaguely remembering all the years of classes in Japanese seeming making sense in his mind. “Me… no English… bad…” Caleb whimpers, trying to convey his struggles as his mind becomes increasingly corrupted with memories. Looking around the classroom, it feels increasingly nostalgic as if he had his freshman’s year here after attending elementary school not too far away. Hesitating from all the conflicting memories, Caleb frowns in confusion trying to remember his childhood, but it’s filled with life in Tokyo. “Me… from… somewhere…” Caleb groans, looking around in a panic, but everything feels increasingly familiar.

“Don’t you remember us meeting in our Junior High year in this classroom?” Brendan asks with a smirk as Caleb’s eyes flickers with slight recollection. Glancing at the Caucasian boy, memories of talking to him and developing a friendship becomes engrained in Caleb’s mind as years of memories speed past to match his age. “You also asked me out last month here” Brendan says as Caleb frowns in confusion.

“You… 彼氏 [boyfriend]?!” Caleb mumbles in fluent Japanese as he feels his heart race from merely talking to Brendan. Why would he have feelings for a foreigner like him… but he seems so charming as an American accent and blond hair. Touching his chest, Caleb feels his heart beat faster with excitement and nervousness as his breasts start to tingle. Within seconds, more fat floods into his tits, pushing them out into round C-cups and finally causing the rest of the buttons on his shirt to pop loose. “Ahhnn! 見ないでください [don’t look!]” he squeals, trying to cover up his deepening cleavage and firm breasts, but they’re too big and protrude from his torn shirt. Caleb’s cheeks blush red in embarrassment as he remembers catching Brendan and other boys ogling at his tits during class.

More sexual and mature thoughts creep into Caleb’s malleable mind, feeling his breasts jiggle with every breath. If boys liked him… then wouldn’t he like them back? No… that doesn’t make sense… he’s a guy too… isn’t he? Desperately searching through his hazy mind for a reasoning, he hesitates from the memories of having a crush on Brendan a year ago in class. “無理 [impossible]” he gasps in a panic, but merely glancing at Brendan causes his heart to flutter with happiness. Caleb’s body shivers from the memory of locking himself in his bedroom and masturbating for the first-time imagining Brendan on top of him. Shaking his head at such a shameful act, he tries to cut it out, but more memories of him secretly masturbating to Brendan fills his mind. “Why me… l-love… you?” Caleb gasps in broken English, feeling his boner rise under his shorts as it reshapes into a skirt.

“Hmm… maybe because we have a few similarities… Hatsue…” Brendan replies smugly as Caleb looks up in shock hearing the name. It sounds strangely familiar, but he can’t seem to know why. A strange pulsating sensation emanating from his ass distracts him again as fat starts to flood inside. Moaning softly, he gropes his ass and moans softly, feeing the skin stretch as his ass cheeks slowly expands out into a round bubble butt, causing his skirt to rise up from behind. Gasping in shock, he feels his ass still growing until it matches his wide hips and thick thighs slightly hidden behind his skirt. Despite that, he vaguely remembers classmates sneaking peaks at his ass or under his skirt at times in class.

“S-Simi...ties …何 [what]?!” Caleb gasps in broken English, feeling a shiver run through his body as his sensitive and creamy pale skin starts to darken into a healthy tan with a golden oriental hue. Memories of attending outdoor activities fills his mind as a slight pinch on his earlobes makes him wince in pain before feeling golden earrings dangling from them. “And… me no… Hatsue…” Caleb whimpers, feeling his C-cups fill with mammary fat and expand into huge D-cups hanging from his chest. Starting to hyperventilate, they jiggle with every breath as he stops himself from moaning. “Me… Ca… aaahhnn… Ha… Hatsue?” she mutters in confusion, trying to remember her name, but she only remembers teachers and friends calling her by her Japanese name. Frowning in concentration, no matter how much she tries to recall her name, it constantly returns to the name she wrote thousands of times since childhood. “初恵 [Hatsue]…” she repeats to herself, finding it increasingly easier to say.

“Hatsue… don’t you remember… you’re half American” Brendan chuckles, seeing her stumble back in shock as a wave of memories flood into her head. A million questions swarm her confused mind as the memories of her parents start to warp again; slowly solidifying into a timid Japanese mom with a strict blond hair dad. “And… you always wanted to learn more of my American culture” Brendan continues with a grin, showing off his distinct Caucasian features.

“Y-yes… I… want… know more” Hatsue stammers, trying to decipher all her conflicting memories. Blinking her eyes in concentration, they become increasingly slanted from her mother’s Japanese side while her irises turn sky blue to match her dad’s Caucasian heritage. Seeing the apparent changes, Brendan smiles with excitement Hatsue’s body continues to change into his fantasy girlfriend.

“Aren’t you a bit rebellious… like an American?” Brendan grins, seeing Hatsue’s eyes roll back as more of her memories become corrupted to match his words. Her studious and obedient past slowly warps into a rebellious child returning home late and skipping class to go shopping without her parents knowing. Frowning, her memories feel normal as she remembers hanging out with Brendan and getting attracted to his American vibe. “Like… a gyaru…” he says, seeing Hatsue’s silky black hear slowly turn blonde down to the roots as more of her dad’s Caucasian genes take over. Twirling her golden hair, she remembers students and teachers constantly grouping her and Brendan together since they look so foreign.

“B-but… I like… being American…” Hatsue mumbles as some of her English vocabulary returns, making her bilingual. A shiver runs down her body as her tanned skin darkens even more, making her look sun kissed unlike the local pale Japanese skin tone. Blinking her bright blue eyes, she vaguely remembers being bullied in class for her foreign appearance, but she quickly found comfort with Brendan when he transferred to her school years ago. “Japanese… とても退屈 [so boring]” she purrs with pleasure, feeling her D-cups finally balloon into hefty E-cups as she remembers all the fun she had with Brendan introducing her to American culture.

Merely glancing at Brendan makes her face blush with arousal as her pubescent dick becomes painfully erect and lifts up her skirt. Hatsue shivers with excitement as she slips her hand under her skirt and touches her stiff cock wondering how it’ll feel inside her. “C-cock…?” she gasps, rubbing her slender fingers along her dick she suddenly blows her load for both the first and last time. Within seconds, her balls slurp into her crotch and reform into a pair of fertile ovaries pumping estrogen throughout her body while her already shrinking pre-mature dick inverts into her crotch and expands into a deep vagina. “Aahhnnn… it… gone!” she pants, feeling a tight slit on her crotch as juices begin to ooze out of her puffy and pink pussy lips. Slipping a finger into her pussy, she orgasms within seconds as she rubs against her trembling clitoris, sending her into a world of bliss. “It… feels so… good…” Hatsue moans, fingering her pussy faster as she remembers all the pleasurable sensations of masturbating to Brendan secretly in bed.

“Hatsue… don’t be shy…” Brendan whispers into her ear, sending tingles through her body as her heart races with excitement. Feeling unbearably horny, she continues to play with her pussy with one hand while the other gropes her heavy E-cups. Eyes rolling back, she orgasms multiple times, spraying juices onto the floor as she remembers other Japanese girls jealous of her curves talking behind her back calling her a slut. “You’re so naughty” Brendan grins seeing the blonde girl moan loudly as she succumbs to all the sexual urges catching up to her age.

“Was I always… this rebellious?” Hatsue pants in a thick Japanese accent, trying to make sense of all the memories of sneaking out of classes and hanging out with Brendan at malls. Faint traces of an obedient and studious life remain in her mind as she remembers her parents being proud of her good marks at school. But it becomes corrupted as she remembers her grade dropping every year and her parents being disappointed. “No… No… I… I’m a good girl” Hatsue whimpers desperately, but her intelligence slowly diminishes and becomes replaced with a wave of sexual urges.

“Of course you are…” Brendan replies with a smirk, touching Hatsue’s shoulders supportively as she flinches in surprise. Her heart races with nervousness as she timidly lets him touch her again, enjoying his rough hands on her petite body. “You’re such a good girlfriend to me” Brendan continues as Hatsue blushes red in embarrassment, remembering all the fun times they had together. Seeing a bulge in Brendan’s pants, she giggles to herself as she remembers her first handjob with him under the desk in class before he plunged his finger into her pussy too. “Let’s take this somewhere more… private” he says, leading Hatsue out of the classroom with juices still dripping down her leg.

Effortlessly sneaking out of school, they find a love hotel not too far away and excitedly reserve a room online. Finally entering the surprisingly fancy room, Hatsue looks away timidly as Brendan immediately tears off his clothes, but her eyes constantly focus on his throbbing cock. Fuelled by her arousal, she does the same, showing off her clean-shaven pussy and huge E-cups hanging from her chest. “I… so… wet…” she moans, dipping a finger into her pussy and pulling out strings of juices. Brendan can barely take his eyes off her too as he ogles her huge breasts and puffy pussy aching to be filled. Walking towards him with hips swaying side to side, Hatsue presses her soft tits against his chest and whispers into his ear, “I… want to… try it…”.

Without needing further encouragement, Brendan effortlessly pushes Hatsue onto the bed as she submissively lies on her back and spreads her legs apart, revealing her pink pussy lips. “いれてほしい [put it in]!” she pants with her eyes wide with lust, seeing her boyfriend approach her with his cock swaying side to side. Her virgin pussy tingles with anticipation as Brendan presses the tip of his dick against her pussy lips and gropes her tits in his hands. “First time… gentle… nuuughhhhh” she gasps, inhaling sharply as his cock thrusts into her, tearing her hymen and sending waves of both pleasure and pain through her petite body. Her toes curl in ecstasy as Brendan grips her wide hips like handles and rams his cock deeper into her until it pushes against her womb. “Ahhnn… yes…” Hatsue moans loudly and arches her back as he starts to pound her pussy.

Hatsue’s heart races with pleasure and passion as she loses her virginity to Brendan, feeling her insides being violated by his cock. She gyrates her hips, feeling his dick rub against her trembling clitoris, sending another wave of juices spraying out. “やばい [it feels amazing]!” she pants as she orgasms multiple times, causing her warm vaginal walls to clench around his shaft and coat it with fluids. After a few more minutes, she hears Brendan grunt as he finally blows his load deep into her pussy, making her squeal with pleasure. “Oh… my god…” Hatsue moans, feeling him pull out of her with cum and juices overflowing out of her tight pussy. She gasps for breath as the pleasure slowly subsides and her blonde hair finally grows past her shoulders.

“I… love you” Hatsue smiles at her boyfriend as he kisses her on the lips. With senior high finishing soon, she can’t wait to spend college with him and learn more about American culture through him. Her eyes sparkle with adoration and love as she wonders how many more times they’ll do this without her parents knowing; not like it matters since they’re already so disappointed in her. “Again… before next class” Hatsue giggles, pulling Brendan back on top of her curvy body as his dick becomes stiff again.

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