A submissive Asian MILF

Images and videos flash on a screen in front of you. Lots of Chinese and Japanese people, mostly women, dressed in skimpy clothing. People doing chores and housework. Cooking. Cleaning. A tidy, well-organized kitchen.

My name is Becky.

“My name is Becky,” you mumble, having been told to repeat what it tells you.

I will please my husband. A picture of a man who resembles your Robert flashes up, his shirt undone to show off his chest.

“I will please my husband.”

I will service my husband with my body.

“I will service my husband with my body.”

I will be a good mother.

“I will be a good mother.”

I will beg him to breed me again and again.

“I will beg him to breed me again and again.”

This goes on for hours. Then you wake up.

Your eyes flit open, taking a moment to adjust to the lights in the room. You sit up. Everything feels … different.

The woman staring back at you from the mirror is … you. A name comes to mind and sends a chill down your spine: Becky. That’s you–isn’t it?

Your short blonde hair has been replaced with lustrous, voluminous dark locks that cascade down your shoulders and back. They offset your pale, delicate skin. Your eyes are wide behind gentle epicanthic folds, your nose a slim little button now.

You slip from bed and slide off your hospital gown. Your breasts are still large and heavy, about the same size as they were before your transformation, but even creamier and definitely firmer. You heft them slightly, smiling, pleased. In the mirror, a thick bush conceals a slender pussy that looks like it has never birthed children. Gentle probing with your fingers opens up your nether lips, though, revealing a wet, dark pink cunt that is ready for sex.

You’re about to move on to your asshole when the door opens and the orderly walks in. “Oh,” he says. “Sorry. I thought you’d be dressed by now. I’ll just wait outside.”

Mortified that anyone other than your husband saw you in this state, you keep your hands covering your tits and cunt until he closes the door. You quickly pull on the clothing left for you: white cotton panties; tight black yoga pants that show off your small, pert ass; and a tank top with built-in bra that barely manages to contain your tits. You leave the room and follow the orderly to a common area.

One by one, your new old family arrives. Robert enters first, except now he’s David. He looks slicker, more confident. You naturally fold into his embrace, enjoying his smell, letting him feel your tight curves press against him. Your panties are damp already. “I can’t wait to get to our new home and break it in, sir,” you whisper to him.

He breathes in your scent, strokes your long, straight hair. “I can’t wait to break you in.” His hand cups your ass cheek. “I’m going to use you all night as soon as the kids are in bed.” A shudder runs through your body.

A cough. Speaking of the kids. Jessica–now Isabel–and Andy–now Curtis–show both parents’ heritage. Their faces look somewhat Asian but with a bit of David’s white, Eastern European heritage mixed in. Both have darker complexions than you, and Isabel didn’t inherit your breasts, though she has a much more hourglass-like shape than you. Curtis is tall, broad, built like a line-backer rather than the stereotypical skinny Asian nerd.