Statue of fertility

 A soft patter of footsteps echo around the vast art gallery, bouncing around century old paintings and craft. Michael looks around in awe as he enters the Japanese section of the museum, thinking about all the research he done at home to hype himself up for this day. Stopping at a small glass box, he peers in to see a relatively small stone statue he doesn’t recognize.

“Ah yes, the Amaterasu. Japanese goddess of fertility” says a voice originating from behind Michael. Spinning around half startled, Michael stands face to face with a man in a dark trench coat.

“Who are you?” Michael asks quizzically.

“I’m the Head Curator, also gallery owner, but you can call me Bernard” the mysterious man smiles. “Japanese women used to pray to this statue, hoping that their sexual desires are granted. Just a myth though. Feel free to try” says Bernard as he smirks at Michael.

Taking up on the man’s offer and closing his eyes, Michael whispers “I wish to be in a hot relationship”. In the corner of his eye, he sees the statue shimmer slightly but thinks nothing of it.

“Let me show you a more exclusive collection” whispers Bernard. Excited, Michael promptly follows the man into a spare room.

Upon realizing that there are no artifacts in the room, Michael turns to confront Bernard, “There’s no colle--- Arrrghhh” Michael screams in pain.

“You’re the artifact, Haru.” The man laughs as he watches Michael squirm on the ground.

“Haru? I’m Mich----- nuuurrrghhhh” moans Michael as his dick begins to push against his jeans and start to cum in his pants. Quickly pulling his pants off to free his cock, he begins to sweat as his skin slowly smoothen out and take on an oriental hue. “oh myyy godddddddd… this feels so… goooood” Michael shrieks.

He feels his legs snapping and reforming as his feet slowly shrinks down, giving him dainty womanly feet. Michael watches in fascination as his cum coated thighs begin to pulsate and expand by the second giving him a small thigh gap. Suddenly, his hips give way and start to expand, stretching out his underwear to its limits. Filled with ecstasy, Michael shouts, “Changeee meeee… this body feels amazingggg” as his ass begins to swell with fat, pushing it outwards onto the cold floor.

Michael’s stomach begin to gurgle as the fat in his stomach disappears, leaving a sexy smooth flat stomach with an ab line. “Ohhhhh fuuuuuuucckk...” he moans, hearing his voice jump an octave as his neck slims and becomes smooth. Touching his neck with his now manicured and small hands, he feels hair beginning to flow past his neck and stop at his chest. His irises slowly become dark brown and his eyes reform larger taking on an almond oriental shape. Finally, his nose crunches down and becomes smaller as his face softens and lips plump up.

Michael suddenly falls unconscious has his mind begins to rewrite to Bernard’s plans, all the while his dick continues to pump cum all over himself. Memories of playing games with the other boys are overwritten with Haru sucking Bernard off and doing his bidding. Yes… There is only Haru… Slowly sitting upright, he hears the man say, “Haru, finish yourself off. We have plenty to do today”. The moment Michael hears the name, his mind finally clicks and Michael is no more.

“Yes master~” Haru moans as she bites her lip and begins to rub her cock, noticing that she no longer pump cum out, but a more transparent and slimy fluid. Her eyes begin to roll back as her cock slowly inverts, pushing itself through a pair of swollen pussy lips with a wet * squeechhh * and her balls follow closely behind and slurp through her vagina. Shaking with pleasure, Haru plunges her hand into her new vagina, and pulls it out seeing strands of pussy juice drip between her fingers and her slit.

Finally, her nipples harden as they double in size and rub against her t-shirt, causing her to moan and finger herself to release the pressure. Haru’s body shudders as she feels fat gathering behind her nipples and push her chest outwards into D cups, stretching out her shirt until her nipples can be clearly seen through the fabric.

With a click of the man’s fingers, Haru’s shirt shrinks into a crop top bra and her underwear changes to match her bra, digging into her pulsating pussy. “Get up, we have work to do Haru” booms the man looking down at her.

“Yes master~” says Haru as she struggles to stand up on the verge of climaxing once more.