Dark alley vixens

(Man into woman)

The sprawling city of Tokyo, a modern metropolis, thousands of people walking around, busy with their city dwelling lives... but a white dude was ruining the day for all of them.

“Yes, yes!”

Mike shouted shamelessly and without any sense of decorum while taking a picture of some schoolgirls with his smartphone. He had been doing it for a while, even before he had started getting drunk on sake.

“Asian women are the best!”

The schoolgirls, startled and ashamed, hastened their pace in an attempt to escape from the man. As did the business woman and even the female police officer who tried to shoo him away.

In the heart of Tokyo, at that crossroads that has been seen so many times in so many tales, our drunken tourist spread his arms wide and spun around, laughing at the top of his lungs while making the passing tide of Asiatic beauties around him uncomfortable.

He stopped, on a large screen attached to one of the skyscrapers a giant idol was dancing for the world and Mike laughed heartily.

“The greatest city in the world!”

He yelled right before he caught something out of the corner of his eye...

A tattoo of a waterfall being scaled by koi fishes that became dragons on the shoulders atop a naked back, the confident step of high heels and the total disgust and indifference towards him.

Mike smirked.

“I totally need that one on my wall...!”

He saw the hair of the woman with that powerful aura which was both mysterious and alluring, her hair was a pale shade somewhere between snow and vanilla.

“Wait for me Asian cheesecake!” he laughed.

The woman moved easily through the crowds of businessmen and schoolgirls, but Mike had to struggle just to keep on the trail of her mirage, but he was totally set in getting close to her.

After some pushing and protesting he left the main street, heard the heels on his left, ran in that direction... the pale hair disappearing into a back alley...

“Yes...!” he gasped while he ran. “Cutie! Wait...!”

He caught up until he was right behind her.

It was a dark alley, stepping into it and leaving the metropolitan noise behind was almost like stumbling into another world.

One that felt colder and grim.

The woman was standing right there... gazing back at him...

Stunning from her feet to the top of her head, she would have been a tall woman even without her heels. She was wearing a wonderful dress of soft green tones.

“You really don’t know how to show respect, do you, twat?” she said with a tinge of British in her accent.

“Come on, gomena, gomena, I just wanna pic from you to take back home!” said Mike pulling his phone out. “It will only take a moment.”

He didn’t even wait for the woman to give him her consent before pulling out his phone and aiming the camera at her.

“I will not allow you to do any such thing!” was the woman’s outraged answer.

“Don’t you worry, peach, it won’t hurt, I promise...” Mike zoomed in.

“Are you deaf or just an imbecile?!”

“Nah, miss, I just love Asian women more than life!” the man proclaimed without any sense of shame or remorse.

A nerve clearly broke in the woman’s face.

“Then that’s all you shall be!” she said.

Mike didn’t care about the menacing tone in her voice, or at least he didn’t care until he watched as a glow surrounded the woman, what looked like pointy ears in her head and like five fox tails in her rear appeared on the phone screen.

Her eyes also shone as did the tips of her long claw like nails when she pointed directly at the confused man’s face.

“What in tarnation...?” he mumbled, dumb as he was.

“These people and the gender you disrespect!” shouted the glowing kitsune lady. “May it be your curse, that you may never leave this land and that all you lust for becomes your flesh and entire existence!”

“Excuse me?” were Mike’s last words before the screen of his phone cracked.

The device, smoking and sparking, was quickly dropped from his hands.

He grunted in pain, grabbing his wrist.

“What the fuck? My phone! My pictures!” he protested, annoying the woman even more.

When Mike looked at her again the glow had vanished, but she now had a smirk on her face.

“Don’t you worry, pineapple,” she mocked. “It will hurt, I promise.”

“What...?”

The utter confusion and obtuseness in Mike’s voice made the kitsune’s lips twitch.

“You are really an absolutely stupid piece of man trash...” she sighed.

Mike was too shocked to pay any attention to her insults, something else was happening in that dirty alley, he could feel it.

Something even worse than his smartphone breaking.

He began to tremble, to feel uncomfortable in his own skin. A latent tingle that began to extend from his back to the rest of his body.

It made him groan, it made him gasp...

“I... What...? What’s...?” he mumbled.

The woman gave him no answer, just a cold stare, her eyes didn’t flinch, not even after Mike’s bulge swelled in his crotch. He tried to cover it up with his hands, but that made it even more noticeable.

“I’m sorry... I don’t...”

“No,” barked the kitsune. “You aren’t, but you will.”

His cock throbbed, harder than stone, his body grew red hot, a sudden heavy sweat began to moisten his skin and hair, sobbing as he pressed both of his hands over his beating chest.

“I... I...”

The kitsune crossed her arms.

Mike’s lips shook, tears, more and more sweat, he squeezed at his shirt.

“What did you do to me?” he finally yelled, unable to resist the heat. “What did you do, you fuckin chikushou!”

The man’s fingers ripped the shirt, revealing his hard nipples in his hair chest.

He cried in agony while destroying his shirt.

“WHAT DID YOU DO!” and then it happened again. “Nani o shimashita ka!”

Mike didn’t notice it, the heat was too much of a concern, he began to undo his pants belt, soon they were around his knees along with his underwear.

His cock sprung free of restraint. It was absolutely stiff to a painful degree. The veins marked on the phallus, the scrotum swollen, the whole penis trembling with need, begging for relief.

“Better enjoy it, pineapple” the kitsune told him. “It’s the last of your manhood.”

“You fucking subeta! Fuckin bitch...!” Mike babbled, angry, but knowing he could resist that urge.

Mostly naked, in the middle of that unremarkable alley, just steps away from the noise of civilization, Mike grabbed his cock, howled and began to pump his penis.

“Uuuuuuuuuugh!”

He pumped his sex, grabbing his phallus firmly as he masturbated.

The flesh was so swollen it hurt and yet, it was the best masturbation he had experienced in his whole life.

Mercilessly, the kitsune chuckled, amused by his humiliation. Mike could only grunt and sob in protest.

His mind was fixated on that carnal action, in the pleasure... the pain...

Flashes dazzled his mind, of Asian women, no, of a particular woman, a busty slut getting fucked and enjoying every second. He salivated, closing his eyes tightly as that image was burned into the wrinkles of his brain.

Every flash made him groan, every bright shock of heat overwrote his knowledge, one bit at a time, it was worse than erasing.

“AAAAAAAAAAAARGH! MY HEAD! Chikushou...!”

In every memory lost, in every replaced word, that woman appeared, riding and sucking a penis, cumming, rubbing against other women. She was more important than maths, more important than the first video game console he got one birthday, it was as if she was all that mattered... and Mike was slowly becoming an afterthought in his own mind and body...

“SUUUUUUUBETAAAAAAAAAAA!” he yelled, the kitsune took a few steps back. “NGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

With a final pump Mike began to ejaculate, exploding like a broken pipe his seed sprayed, wasted and lost all over the dirty street.

Underwear and pants were tangled around the feet, he cried as a little girl would cry, knees bent, legs spread, moist with sweat.

“Onegai...” he gulped. “Pleash... Please, no more... No more...” he couldn’t stop shivering. “Mou iyaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

The next step in his punishment began, the next layer of his cruel humiliation.

The actual changes.

A wave that started gently, tingling, shaking and moving up from his toes towards his head. In the line of something somewhere between pleasurable and annoying.

That life changing shiver made his body hair start to fall. From his legs, his arms, his chest between his nipples, even from his face.

Mike rubbed the skin, looking forward with wide open eyes as he was shaved by an invisible force.

“Fuck... Kuso... Fuck... Kuso...” he babbled, rubbing his arm.

Not just body hair had been lost, but as it had detached it had left his wet skin smoother and softer.

The man gulped, he knew that feeling.

Feminine.

He gave a long pitiful howl.

“Kuuuuuuuuuusooooo... Kusoooooooo...” he puts his hand in front of his face, his breathing gaining speed as the nails on his fingers grew longer and pointier. “Nuuuuuuuuh...”

There was only one place that was spared the shaving: His crotch area. In that region the pubic hair remained, becoming thicker and darker instead of falling away.

The kitsune burst out laughing.

“Please, kudasai... I swear, I will never, never ever again, molest a woman. I swear, Watashi wa chikaimasu...” he shook his head, blinked several times. “I swear, never again, never again will I be a horny... subeta...”

“Don’t you worry pineapple, I’ve made sure the first is true... but the second...” she chuckled, pointing at the begging mess of a man’s still hard cock. “Can you guess what comes now?”

“No! NOOOOH! YIAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”

Neither his protests nor his pleas stopped it, a hit that left him without air in his lungs.

“Ggghhhhhhhhh...”

His toes curled, pain nailing him in place as he bit his lower lip, even his heavy breathing stopped for a second.

”GHHHHHHHHHHNHHHHHHG!”

A loud slurping sound, followed by the crack of his hip bones.

His testicles were pulled upwards, his nutsack left empty as the core of his manhood was well on it’s way to becoming fertile ovaries.

Mike clamped his knees together as his hips kept expanding, it didn’t take him too much longer to drop down onto his knees.

“KUUUUUUUUUUUUUSOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” he yelled with a higher pitched voice,  whilst his ass grew rounder and more bountiful, he rubbed that expanding, rounding rear with one hand while the other touched his empty scrotum. “Help me! HELP ME! Tasukete kudasai! This kuso subeta! Kintama o nusunda!”

The electric flashes just increased in intensity while his cock lost all of its hardness. It shrunk pitifully between his legs, his body sucked up the empty scrotum, molding a new opening in his crotch.

Mike couldn’t stop moaning or sobbing as he touched his face, watching in shame as he slowly changed from being a hairy twat to having one right under his belly.

On his head, his light colored hair began to darken.

He bit his lips.

The flaccid cock sprayed a small amount of liquid as it shrunk and the soft meaty hole became more and more defined. He felt it with the curly hairs of his pubes, the wet softness, the fleshly  alluring throb of need.

A need deeper and demanding than any cock could give.

“Nuuh... Nuuuuh!”

“Give up already, loser!” The kitsune showed no mercy. “You are a cockless pineapple.”

On his chest the areola surrounding his nipples stretched and the nipples themselves became larger and rounder. Bones popping and cracking, redefining his shape into the feminine.

Wider hips for an ample butt, smaller shoulder so it was easier to show off inflating breasts.

Sweat dripped down the curve of his spine until it licked his pouring asshole.

Gradually losing height, gaining weight, growing plumper, busty and with a big booty.

On top of his scalp the black hair began to grow longer.

His vision was totally distorted.

He grew needy and in heat.

Each gasp was a hot breath.

With darkening eyes he pleaded to his tormentor, but only found the sharp smugness of the kitsune’s smile. Mike covered his eyes with the delicate fingers of one hand... and with the other...

Lips swollen, he gulped... touched...

“KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

That shamefully girly cry was loud and long when he touched his almost formed cunt for the first time. The dwindling man didn’t hate admitting that he sounded almost like the kind of helpless sluts he liked so much as much as he thought he would..

Fingers exploring the uncharted tenderness of his vagina.

Mike leaned back, pulled by the weight of growing breasts and rear, fingering his own cunt with quick strokes, trying to pretend denial.

Eyes closed tightly, high pitched voice shouting.

“I am a man... I am ooootoooooko ...!”

His voice melting, his hand soaked, he had to put a hand on the floor to hold himself. Between his fingers the last remnants of his phallus became less and less, shorter than even his pubes.

His skull began to crack and reshape and inside his brain was a sparkling mess.

He couldn’t hold onto a single memory in which there was just Mike the guy, only the woman he was set to become, a lustfully slutty Japanese woman.

Masturbating, having fun, drinking, having sex, enjoying life.

No room for that jerk of a man in that overflowingly lascivious brain.

Mike cried even more, his whole body shaking in pleasure, making his womanly voice crack as he kept twisting his fingers inside his fully formed vagina.

“Nuuuuuuuh...!” longer dark hair, softer, smaller chin, rounder cheeks and cuter nose, fuzzier eyebrows. “I am a man... Maaaaaaan...! Otoko da! Yamete! Stop! Yameeeeeeeeteeeee...! O-negai... Yamete o-negai...! I Mam, me amurican... No asiuru... Amurican... Amuri... Preasu... preasu...! Am... Miiii... Mikkkk... Am... Miku...! Miku otoko daaaaa...!”

With her arms crossed behind her back the kitsune leaned over his sweating, changing face and then asked: “Are you gonna tell me with a straight face that Pineapple Miku, the horny bitch that is masturbating in the middle of an alley, is truly a man?”

Miku couldn’t answer, just sob and finger her pussy faster..

“Uuuuuuuuh... UUUUUUUUUUUUH! UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH!”

She knew that she was close, to finishing the transformation, to cumming.

On her chest her breasts filled out to their proper size, round and perfectly squeezable, they bounced with the rest of her body as the squishing sounds indicated she was near to the now inevitable climax.

Her proper height and weight were also reached to match the other changes, practically no trace or hint left of the man of whom no-one even remembered the name.

Miku stuck her tongue out, totally lost in the joy of the moment, in the electricity like fireworks.

There were no pleas or begging at the end.

No cock but a clit.

Not Caucasian but Asian.

Not a man but a woman.

Miku’s pudgy lips could only shout one thing as she reached the first of her many waves of orgasms.

“AJIA NO JOSEI GA DAISUKI DAAAAAAAAAA!"

Bursting like a broken dam she began to cum powerfully and leak on the floor. Her back bent so much she touched the dirty ground with the back of her head as she yelled without any control or demureness or dignity.

She came, she was pierced by the orgasms, one after another other, and she loved every second of it with all her heart.

It lasted several minutes of twitching and female squeaks.

Miku didn’t stop leaking for a while, wetting her legs.

After the moment passed her finger slid into her damp pussy, but Miku remained in that sorry position on the ground, shivering for quite a while before she finally began to regain some sense of herself beyond the watery orgasmic explosion.

The pulled down pants and briefs around her trembling knees were completely soaked. With some effort she stood up.

Blinked.

She was alone in the dark alley, the only vixen to be seen.

Wobbling like pudding, Miku lifted herself up, then tried to pull up her pants without much success, only managing to barely cover her pubes because the pants were now much too narrow for her hips as she dragged her feet, looking around.

Mostly naked, very moist and very confused.

“Kitsune...” she mumbled slowly.

Miku wanted to say another word, an English word, but... she just couldn’t... because she had always been Miku and Miku didn’t know English... and, like the good lustful chubby bimbo she was, she wasn’t that good at Japanese either...

Her foot caused a crack and a crunch, she lifted it and looked down.

“Nani...?”

She had just stepped on some sort of cookie cracker, it had a slip of paper inside.

A fortune cookie.

That kitsune did enjoy her poetic justice.

The woman grabbed the paper inside the cookie whilst still holding up her pants, causing her arse to be revealed.

She put the paper close to her face, frowned, moved it closer. Miku had never been good at reading, but she knew those kanjis.

It was a name and directions.

The name of a porn studio.

She knew that studio very well, she had been their number one fan for a long time... and now she was set to become their newest and best star...

Miku lowered her hand, her nipples hard on her exposed breasts, she was the only one in the alley... she sniffed...

Slowly the woman dragged herself out of the alley and, after causing some fuss and some blushing, was lost in the streets of Tokyo.