Your brain is swimming with fear and embarassment, tempered with lust as your brown cock sticks straight out from your crotch, its flaring head dripping pre-cum. The man turns you around and bends you over a crate of beer. You're suprpized that you feel anticipation as you bend over willingly. You moan with pleasure as the man gently strokes your hard mahogony rod. "So, you escaped the truck?" Noticing a figure in the back of the freezer, you see the old Chinese man. You feel a large calloused hand massaging your asshole. Your dick gets so hard, it hurts. "I can see that you're busy with your man, so I'll keep this breif." he smirked. "It's no matter, there are
other jobs suitable for Indian men." "Incidentally, you're now completely gay." "Cock is the only thing that'll ever get you hard again." He said smiling menacingly. The man behind you seems completely oblivious to the Chinese man, and is now sticking his fourth finger up your virgin ass. You want to respond to the Chinese man, but only moans of pleasure come out of your mouth. "Oh no, don't
thank me," he smirks; "This is how I reward all racists who cost me my slave finders fee!" The man behind you slowly withdraws his hands from your ass. You feel an empty longing until you feel the head of his penis pressing against it. With one smooth thrust, he shoves it up your willing ass, up to the pubes. You moan, close to orgasm. The Chinese man produces a large mirror from nowhere. "I know you want to get on with your; orientation." he smiled, "These last two things I give as a lesson." "I placed you in a 7-11 in your old neighborhood. No matter what, your friends and family will know
who you are if they see you." He smiled. The pace of the large dick sliding in and out of your ass increases. The man's breathing starts to get heavier. You feel his heavy balls slapping against your. He wraps his brawny right arm around your neck, and sucks on your left ear, the beard hair rubbing on it. With his left hand, he pinches your left nipple. You feel safe in his strong embrace. Your orgasm
feels closer. "When Balu comes up your now very willing ass, the spell will be complete and you will become Balu's father." He smirked, "I like to see families work together!" With a pop, the Chinese man disapeared. You can see yourself in the mirror. A well built, hairy, 20 something, Indian version of yourself wrapped in the muscular arms of Balu. Your orgasm builds, and you cum strongly without touching your dick, just as Balu's eyes roll up in his head, and with a loud moan cums a huge load up your ass.
You embrace for a while, enjoying the afterglow feeling Balu's big dick slowly deflate in your ass. Eventually he pulls his dick out, and you notice that you regret that your ass is empty. While looking for your clothes, you feel warmth and tightness in your upper body. You notice your reflection in the mirror. You see and feel your arms and chest getting bigger and more muscular. Your stomache starts protruding slightly, and rounding out. Looking down, all you see are your hairy muscular pecs sitting on your round, and more protruding hairy stomache. Your shoulders become more broad, and your hairy arms hang out at an angle. Looking in the mirror you notice that you lost some height. You appear to be about 5'-6"! Looking in the mirror, you feel aroused at this image of yourself, and see/feel a now 12" dick with huge flaring head rise from your now much thicker pubic hair. You moan as you gently rub your bigger cock as it hits the underside of your hairy stomache, and rub your now much more prominant nipples through your chest hair. Looking in the mirror again, you see a large patch of white in your black chest hair. Presently you see it spread through your chest, stomache, and groin. At the same time you notice your skin tone slowly darken to a very very dark brown. Your nose gets wider and longer; like Balu's! Your eyebrows get thicker and totally white. Your hairline recedes completely. You're now bald, and what hair you do have turns white.
Small wrinkles appear around your eyes, and reflected in the mirror before you is the stern, strong face of a bald 50 year old Middle Eastern wrestler, with a strong resemblance to Balu. Feeling a slight
pressure on your upper lip, a thick, full, heavy, white mustache, bristles down to your lower lip. The mirror disapears with a pop. You rub and lick your new mustache, enjoying the feeling of it,
when your senses come back to you. You have to get out of this trap! You look for your clothes, and notice the cum dripping out of your ass. You surprize your self by calling in a deep, heavily accented voice to you Balu; your son(?), "Balu! Get in here there are things to clean up!"