The man looking down at them with a gentle, amused smile on his face was a tall and rather chubby Japanese man, with a dark blue cotton robe on, loose trousers, and a pair of wooden sandals that clopped loudly against the floor as he stepped closer. The robe was tied at his waist with a belt, but it was left open just enough in the front to show off a big round belly and a surpisingly muscular-looking chest with a dusting of chest hair.
“Oh my, looks like you two forgot to get dressed properly this morning, isn’t that right?” the man laughed, his belly jiggling with each chuckle. Mitch’s eyes were drawn to the big man’s hypnotically wiggling paunch, while David took a step back and glared back defiantly.
“Y-y-you’re one to talk, mister,” David replied, cringing at how his attempt to sound tough just came off sounding bratty. “Did you forget to take your bathrobe off before going out?”
The man looked at David with amusement before bursting out with another big belly laugh. “Ahaha! That’s a good one, my boy,” he said cheerfully. “No, no… This isn’t a bathrobe. It’s a yukata, a traditional men’s robe. Like a kimono, but made of lighter fabric. Perfect for a big Daddy like me that can get a bit sweaty on a hot day.”
Mitch blushed a bit at hearing that, suddenly imagining this big Daddy without his robe on, with sweat dripping down his big, soft belly. “H-hello, mister! My name’s Mitch… Do you think you could help us…?” he asked, squirming a bit as he felt himself getting a little aroused simply being in the presence of such a big, handsome Asian Daddy.
“Stop it, Mitch, we don’t need this creep’s help,” David muttered.
“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Mitch-kun,” the chubby Daddy said, either not noticing David’s remark or simply ignoring it. “My name’s Futomaru Fatsumoto. But, I know that’s probably a mouthful, so you can just call me Otou-san, if you like!”
“Otou-san…? Hey, I like that!” Mitch said cheerfully. “It makes me feel… kinda tingly and nice!”
David was looking around for any way to get away from this situation, but as he did he noticed something odd happening to Mitch the more he interacted with Fatsumoto. The pale blond color of Mitch’s hair began to darken, starting at the roots before spreading down each strand of hair until his entire head was covered in sleek, perfectly straight black hair.
“M-Mitch, your hair is-”
“It looks much better to me. Very adorable, eh?” Fatsumoto said with a laugh, with Mitch giggling and nodding as reached up to feel the soft, smooth mop upon his head. “It’s turned a proper black, or as one says in Japanese, ‘kuroi’? Can you say that for me?”
“Kuroi! I have kuroi hair now! Sugoi!” Mitch bubbled, a slight accent beginning to slip into his voice that hadn’t been there before. “Otou-san, can you teach me some more words like that?”
“No, Mitch, stop it! H-he’s doing something to you!” David exclaimed, grabbing onto his friend’s hand and trying to pull him away, but Fatsumoto reached over and held them both in place.
“Of course I can, kiddo! Let me see… Your eyes are a handsome ‘chairo’, aren’t they? Do you know what that means?” Fatsumoto said gleefully as Mitch’s green eyes faded to a deep, dark brown.
“It means brown, I knew that!” Mitch exclaimed. “Chairo, chairo, chairo!”
With each Japanese word he spoke, Mitch’s body shifted and transformed before their eyes. His skin darkened to a lightly tanned shade, his body and limbs became slimmer and more delicate, and (although he couldn’t see it at the moment) his little penis grew even littler and grew a new foreskin.
In just a few short moments, Mitch was no longer a little Caucasian boy, but instead the spitting image of an adorable Japanese kid. He was happily babbling in Japanese with his ‘otou-san’ as if he’d been speaking the language his entire life.
“Perfect! Now, with one final word… ‘Henshin’!” Fatsumoto commanded, placing his hand on Mitch’s head. With a flash, the oversized clothes draping around Mitch’s body shifted and squirmed, pulling themselves apart into shreds and leaving Mitch completely naked for a short moment. Then, the torn rags began to reform all around him, creating brand-new clothes. A long strip of cloth wrapped itself around his waist, weaving and tucking itself to make a traditional Japanese fundoshi underwear. Another piece of fabric draped itself around his shoulders, settling into a cute boys’ yukata decorated with images of dinosaurs and teddy bears, and another piece slipped around his waist to cinch the robe tightly around his skinny body. The robe was just short enough to leave Mitch’s skinny kid legs exposed to the elements, as well as give any onlooked the occasional peek at his new underwear his he bent over or sat down.
Mitch just giggled and ran over to hug his new Daddy, looking just like he could really be Fatsumoto’s biological son at this point. “David-kun! Look, I’ve got a new daddy! Isn’t he just sooooo sugoi?” Mitch chattered in his strongly-accented voice, pressing his head into the soft folds of Fatsumoto’s belly.
“Mitch… T-this isn’t really you! You don’t want to be this weirdo’s kid… M-maybe we can change you back!” David stammered, taking a few steps back to avoid falling victim to the same fate.
“...Mitch? Huh? But David-kun, my name isn’t ‘Mitch’… It’s Mitsuhiko, of course!” the little Japanese boy who had once been Mitch said with a little giggle. “Hey, do you want to come home with me and otou-san? I can’t wait to show you my new house! And otou-san just loves having company, too...”