Fortune teller (Patreon)

Sounds of laughter and loud music rings in Xavier’s ears as he walks through a dense crowd full of children and happy families enjoying the afternoon together at the local carnival. Arms sore from holding a huge plushie he won at a shooting gallery, he readjusts his grip and continues to push through the swarm of people. Already spent a few hours at the carnival, he looks around for the exit as his girlfriend squeezes ahead with fairy floss in her hand. “Holly wait!” he shouts, catching sight of a small tent in the corner without a line of people as his girlfriend rolls her eyes impatiently.

“I want to try this out!” Xavier says, pointing to a small and scratched sign of a fortune teller. Letting out a sigh of annoyance, Holly begrudgingly waits outside as he eagerly walks through the curtains. Blinking in the darkness until his eyes adjusts to the dim interior, Xavier looks around to see a table filled with stereotypical stones and artifacts. “Oh sorry! I didn’t see you” he gasps in surprise as a shadow moves to reveal a frail old Asian lady in ritualistic clothes.

“That’s fine, young man…” the fortune teller says with a wavering voice as she approaches the table and gestures towards Xavier to put his hand onto the table. Her jewllery jingles musically in the abnormally silent tent as she slowly traces her fingers over his outstretched arm. Murmuring under her breath, her eyes roll back, and she continues with the ritual as her fingers follow the ridges on his palm. “Ah… no…” the fortune teller groans with a frown, looking increasingly concerned as Xavier stops himself from laughing at her act. Grabbing a handful of stones, she tosses them onto the table with a loud clatter before opening her eyes and reading the pattern hastily.

“What’s wrong?” Xavier asks, trying to hide his smirk as the old woman grips his hand harder.

“Your future… is wrong” the woman replies worriedly as she reads Xavier’s palms again to make sure. Becoming a little impatient and creeped out, he tries to pull his hand back, but the fortune teller holds onto it desperately. “It says you’ll have three children… and a happy family” she says, as he finally jerks his hand from her grip. Not wanting to stay in her tent any longer, he tosses the money into the collection bowl before stepping out into the bright and loud surrounding.

“How was it?” Holly teases as she mockingly traces her finger over Xavier’s palms.

“Weird…” Xavier responds with a nonchalant shrug, but the fortune teller’s strange reaction stays on his mind.  Driving Holly back to his apartment, they proudly spread out all the prizes onto the floor as his girlfriend takes a photo and sends it all to her friends to show off. Letting out a yawn, Xavier tiredly stumbles into the bathroom to take a shower after a long day. “Let’s watch a movie after I’m done” he says as Holly nods in agreement.

Wearily standing under the shower, Xavier flinches as the cold-water splashes over him before turning warm and he lets out a relaxed sigh. Closing his eyes and massaging shampoo into his wet hair, his scalp feels strangely itchy as denser hair grows out until his blond buzz cut is now dark brown silky hair flowing down to his shoulders. “Nugh…” Xavier grunts as he stands under the running water to wash the soap out of his eyes. The warm sensation splashing against his face causes his jawline to soften and cheekbones pop higher to form a more feminine appearance. Within seconds, his nose crunches narrower while his eyebrows thin over a smoother face. “Aah… much better…” Xavier mutters to himself as his blinking eyes widen into a distinct slanted almond complexion with brown irises hinting his gradual shift into a new ethnicity.

Humming to himself and enjoying the warm water running down his body, Xavier doesn’t notice his broad shoulders crunching narrower with every breath until round shoulders with high collarbones remain. Standing idly in the shower, his back pops multiple times as it shrinks and becomes curvier until he’s a few inches shorter than before. “Nearly done!” Xavier calls out as his voice momentarily breaks, sounding girly and sultry with a developing Japanese accent. Blaming the steam in the shower, he clears his throat as his neck becomes slimmer without an Adams apple and his lips plump up into pillowy kissable lips. Looking around, the showerhead looks strangely higher than before, but he chalks it up to his tiredness as his feet crunches smaller into dainty toes with pedicured nails.

Rubbing soap all over himself, a shiver runs through Xavier’s body, but he ignores it, feeling slightly nauseous. “Jeez… is the water too hot?” he mutters to himself, noticing his heart beating faster as his chest becomes more sensitive to the heat. Wanting to finish soon, he reaches out for the showerhead to rinse himself quickly, unaware of his nipples becoming puffier while his areolas turns darker and doubles in size. “できた [done]” he mumbles to himself in fluent Japanese absentmindedly as he finally finishes. Too steamy to see, he doesn’t notice rolls of fat building under his nipples and pushing them out into budding A-cups. Stepping onto the drying mat, his chest jiggles slightly as his breasts swells into modest C-cups with a distinct cleavage down the middle.

Grabbing his white towel on the side, it feels strangely larger and rougher than usual as his hands crunches smaller with slender fingers and longer nails. Still humming to himself, he wraps the towel over his head to dry his hair while his biceps melt away, leaving his arms thin and fragile only suitable for housework. “Huh?” he mutters as strands of dry hair covers his eyes and he feels wet hair pressed against his neck. Tugging his hair in confusion, he lets out a girly yelp of pain as the towel falls onto his body and chafes against his nipples. “Nuugh… ahhnnn…” Xavier moans uncontrollably as sparks of pleasure rushes from his chest and radiates throughout his body. Partially dry, the fibers on his towel feels too rough as all his bodily hair disappears, leaving his skin smooth and sensitive with a creamy oriental hue matching his new Asian heritage. “Wha… wh… boobs?! My hair?!” he gasps, finally noticing a pair of C-cups jiggling on his chest as long brown hair cascades down. 

“Holly! Help!” Xavier screams, rushing past the bathroom mirror to see a sexy Asian girl staring back in shock before running into the living room. Trying to catch his breath, his chest feels increasingly heavier as his breasts balloons into D-cups heaving up and down with every breath. Squeezing them in shock, he shivers with pleasure as his slender fingers sinks into the milky soft flesh as they feel so heavy in his hands. “Oh my god… why am I an Asian girl?!” Xavier wheezes as his stomach flattens into a toned core and his waistline sucks in to create an hour-glass figure.

“What the fuck?! Who are you?!” Holly gasps in shock as she stares at a busty Asian woman breathing heavily in her boyfriend’s apartment completely naked with a dick hanging from her crotch. Their eyes meet momentarily, and Holly’s jaw drops in realization after noticing the distinct mole Xavier had on the woman’s arm. “X-Xavier?! Is… Is that you?!” she splutters in disbelief watching the Japanese girl sob in confusion.

“はい [Yes], it… me… Chi… Xavier” he replies in a sultry feminine voice with a thick Japanese accent. His eye twitches as he struggles to remember his name among all the swirling and hazy thoughts. Groaning, he clutches his throbbing mind as foreign thoughts flood into his mind, slowly replacing his English vocabulary with fluent Japanese. “Me… change… girl!” Xavier mumbles helplessly as memories of his friends and family start to blur into a more Asian household back in Tokyo.

“はい [Yes], it… me… Chi… Xavier” he replies in a sultry feminine voice with a thick Japanese accent. His eye twitches as he struggles to remember his name among all the swirling and hazy thoughts. Groaning, he clutches his throbbing mind as foreign thoughts flood into his mind, slowly replacing his English vocabulary with fluent Japanese. “Me… change… girl!” Xavier mumbles helplessly as memories of his friends and family start to blur into a more Asian household back in Tokyo.

“Oh my god… do you know why this is happening?!” Holly screams in a panic, noticing the Japanese girl’s eyes start to roll back as her mind becomes increasingly corrupted. Loud bone snapping sounds echo around the room as Xavier’s hips explode outwards into child-bearing proportions with fat filling out the sides. Within seconds, his ass starts to swell larger into a round peach butt protruding from behind, making Holly slightly envious of the curves. “There has to be reason behind this!” she shouts frantically, watching her boyfriend’s thighs ripple with fat until it becomes twice as sensitive and as thick as her head to support her wide hip and round ass.

“占い師 [fortune teller]… me have three children…” Xavier replies with effort, trying to retain his memories. But the thought of having children suddenly makes him increasingly aroused as his dick becomes instantly erect and throbs with pre-cum dripping down. Holly recoils back in shock and disgust as the Asian girl starts to stroke her own cock like a slut with sultry moans. “Me… so horrnyyyy” Xavier slurs in a daze as he finally blows his load, spraying cum all over the floor as the last remaining ounce of resistance disappears.

“Me… 子供が欲しい [want children]” Chiya moans loudly as her balls slurp into her crotch and reform into ovaries while her shrinking and inverting cock disappears into her body, leaving a tight slit in its place. The rush of estrogen and sudden change of hormones causes the Japanese girl to shiver with pleasure as her mind becomes addicted to sex and obedience to her husband. Rubbing her finger along her slit, Chiya giggles with happiness as puffy and moist pink folds blossom out from her slit to attract a stiff cock inside. “Mmphh… me… want…” Chiya says again, pushing Holly out of the way as she rushes out of the apartment to see a man entering their own room.

“私はムラムラしています [I’m so horny]” Chiya coos as she rushes up to the stranger and pushes him inside before closing the door and locking Holly helplessly outside. The man grunts in surprise but his eyes suddenly become momentarily glazed before a sheepish smile spread across his face. Burning with arousal and impatience, Chiya tears off the man’s pants and starts to stroke his dick in her hands, hearing him moan softly. “いれてほしい [I want it now]…” she pants, straddling the stranger between her sensitive thighs as her pussy slit presses against his dick.

“C-Chiya… you horny girl” Dave mumbles with increasingly familiarity as memories of her forms in his mind. His room shimmers slightly as more feminine items appears inside while photographs of him and friends warp into him kissing Chiya on trips and on their wedding day. “Nuugh… you’re so wet” he grunts as his wife impales herself onto his cock, feeling her tight pussy lips spread apart as his dick pushes deeper into her. Her body shivers with pleasure, feeling him inside her as her warm vaginal walls instinctively clench around his shaft and massages it in all directions. Gyrating her hips, she feels his cock rubbing against her clitoris, causing juices to spray out and her to moan loudly. “F-fuck… I’m about to…” Dave groans, as a torrent of cum explodes into Chiya’s pussy, filling it to the brim as more start to drip down her leg.  

“Ahhnnn… 私は母親です [I’m a mom]” Chiya coos with satisfaction as her husband pulls his dick out of her and she pats her crotch full of cum. Within seconds, her insides start to gurgle, and she gasps in surprise as a bulge form on her once toned belly. Curiously touching it, she yelps in surprise as it suddenly starts to expand and become heavier until a basketball size bump forms. “Mmpphhh…” She mumbles as she arches her back to support the new weight and strokes her heavily pregnant belly with maternal instincts. With her first child coming soon, she can’t wait to get impregnated again and have two more for a happy family with her husband. “愛してます [I love you]” Chiya whispers to Dave as milk starts to leak from her swollen lactating breasts already ready to fill a baby with fresh nutrients.