Modelled in Korea

“What does this even mean…” you mumble frustratingly to yourself as you squint at the Google Translator on your phone with nonsensical words

“What does this even mean…” you mumble frustratingly to yourself as you squint at the Google Translator on your phone with nonsensical words to the product in your hand. The silence in your hotel room is quite different to the loud and bustling streets of Myeong-dong below during your trip to Korea with Nick. The temples and food stalls you visited for the past few days have been breathtaking and interesting, but you’ve been fascinated about their unique culture the second you landed. “Come on…” you grunt, still trying to decipher the Korean text on the box of cosmetics from your phone.

The rumours of high beauty standards have been evident everywhere you look, when girls with perfect bodies and expensive clothes walk around the busy streets accompanied by boyband looking guys. Curious about their near-flawless appearance, you’ve been searching for the products maintaining their image after the obvious plastic surgery, so you can look better too. After a while of window shopping, an elderly Korean lady from a small wooden store offered a box of cosmetics after you tried to explain everything with your faulty translator and handing over a fair bit of money.

“Oh well…” you mumble to yourself as you impatiently open the packaging and tip out the contents onto the hotel table. Expecting some simple facewash, skincare and hair gel to match the perfect looking Korean guys, you’re surprised to see more products fall out like lotions, small vials and even a body scrub. You’re impressed that it all fit in the box, because it seems more suitable for a celebrity model than a normal person like yourself. “Now… what’s first…” you mutter quizzically as you glance between the items. Unfamiliar with all the products and language, you try to translate a small page of information with your phone as it mentions vaguely about washing your body first.

“Hmm… this should be it” you say, grabbing a small bottle of lotion and a rather stiff body scrub before heading into the shower. Letting out a sigh of satisfaction, you feel the warm water rush down your body and feel relaxed as you carefully squirt out some of the body wash and rub it all over yourself. “Oh… what the…” you mumble with surprise as you feel small granular and abrasive substances scrape against your skin. Trusting the process, you use the body scrub and immediately feel the harsh material exfoliating your skin and leaving it tingling. Curious about the effectiveness of the products, you brush your hand along a patch of scrubbed skin and your eyes widen in shock to feel completely smooth and soft skin. “Holy shit… it works!” you grin with excitement before hastily scrubbing the rest of your body, unaware of all your bodily hair washing down the drain.

Completely covered in soap from all the scrubbing, you reach down to clean your feet and hesitate to see glossy pedicured nails extending from your dainty toes. “Huh… when did I…” you mumble in confusion, but you remember getting a foot massage the day before and getting complimented on it. Shrugging your shoulder, you clean your feet as it subtly crunches smaller before rinsing yourself clean with water. “Huh… ohh…” you gasp instinctively as you dry yourself with the towel, feeling the rough fabric chafe your sensitive skin. Looking down at yourself, your skin seems perfectly smooth with no blemishes and creamier yellow-ish hue. Blaming it on the bathroom lights, you quickly pat yourself dry before glancing at the instructions for the next step of the beauty routine.

“Uuh… hand cream?” you squint at the rough translation as you search through the pile of products for the correct bottle. You’re a little surprised that it’s placed so early in the routine, but you decide to trust the process and squirt some of the cream onto the back of your hand. Rubbing your hands together, the cold cream melts into your skin and your hand pops smaller with slimmer fingers and glossy nails. “Huh? What was that?” you mumble, wondering if you’re hallucinating as you stare at your feminine hands. You’re too focused on your hands to notice your biceps deflating into a thin layer of fat and leaving your arms much weaker than before.

Determined to finish the beauty routine, you decide to move onto the next step despite your much smaller and softer hands. “Ah… face wash” you grin with excitement to finally reach the stage you’re most curious about as you grab all the necessary products from the table and approach the hotel bathroom sink. Frowning, you try to translate the instructions to the best you can before wetting your face and rubbing a soapy substance all over your face. The surface of your face fizzles subtly as your jawline softens and cheekbones pop higher, making your face rounder and more feminine. With your eyes clenched shut from all the soap, you don’t notice the small changes as your nose crunches narrower into a cute button nose.

“Now what’s nex--- arghh…” you yelp in pain as you squint at the instructions and the bubbles stings your eyes. Rubbing the soap out, your eyes become wider and slanted with long eyelashes and dark brown irises, but you’re in too much pain to notice. Reaching for the tap to rinse the soap off your face, your hands brush along stands of hair and you wince in surprise. “Huh? Wha…” you splutter as you blindly tug on it and yelp in surprise from the sensation on your scalp.



Hastily scooping up a handful of water to splash the soap off your eyes and face, you feel strands of hair brush along your shoulder. “What’s going o---aaack… 씨발 [fuck]” you choke, hearing your voice cracking higher into a cute and feminine tone with a distinct Korean accent after swallowing some of the water.

Finally able to open your eyes, your jaw drops in shock to see a feminine Korean face staring back in the mirror. You stare at yourself in silent horror as water drips from your doll-like face and your eyes scan the new features of your face. “W-What the fuck?” you splutter, cringing at your girly and thick Korean accent as you notice long silky black hair hang down to your chest. Nothing makes sense as your mind whirls for an explanation and you glance at the beauty pack for an answer. “H-How am I…” you stammer, staring at your reflection as you admire your perfectly aligned features and flawless skin like all the Korean models; You’re starting to look exactly like what you wanted.



“I… I want to be perfect too…” you remind yourself for buying the cosmetic box and coming to Seoul for a week. Instinctively grabbing some lipstick, you quickly put in on and instantly feel your lips plump up into red pillowy cock sleeves with pearly white teeth. You know you can do better, as you effortlessly put on more make-up to highlight your Korean beauty. “Mmhm… is… better…” you say in broken English with a smile of satisfaction, feeling your head tingle as your English vocabulary becomes replaced with fluent Korean.



Glancing at the instructions from the cosmetics box, the corner of your eye twitches as you recognise a few Korean words and try to make sense of it with the phone’s translation. “비타민 [Vitamins]?” you mumble in fluent Korean as you shake a small container of tablets. You know that the high beauty standards aren’t purely from surgeries and make-up, but also a good diet and lifestyle. Swallowing the vitamin pills without hesitation, your spine instantly arches sharply and pops a few times as it crunches smaller and curvier into a new posture. “Nuurgh… oh my god…” you wheeze breathlessly, as your diaphragm and ribs contracts into a smaller frame and your belly flattens into a toned core. Catching your breath, your broad shoulders snap narrower with sharp collarbones to match your petite body.“W-What… next?” you pant, gazing at the instructions and recognising more Korean words as it lists out the bottles for moisturisers. Easily reading the Korean labels on the containers, you quickly rub the lotion all over your legs and thighs, making them ripple with activity. Without warning, your calves tighten while fat floods into your thighs until they become twice as thick, and your sensitive inner thighs rub against each other. Applying more moisturiser onto your lower body, you massage the lotion into your hips, feeling them snap wider with a bone splintering crack into child-bearing proportions. “Ahnnn… 완벽한 [perfect]” you moan with satisfaction as your fingers trace along your soft and swaying hips supported by your pillowy thighs.



Walking to the mirror to admire your new curves, you feel your broad hips naturally sway side to side with every step. With the remaining cream on your hands, you sensually rub it onto your ass, making it ripple with activity. “Mmmph… 나를 더 섹시하게 만들어줘 [make me sexier]” you coo, feeling your ass expanding with fat into a round bubble butt protruding from behind. Squeezing your soft assets, you giggle at the memory of buying wide panties just so it can fit around your huge ass and wide hips for the lingerie photoshoot. Arching your back, you remember the trick to make your ass curvier for the photos you model in. “M-Mo--- 모델 [Model]?” you mumble to yourself in a daze as memories of beauty pageants and paparazzi flashes in your mind. Glancing at the reflection of your curvy lower body, you smile slightly at the obvious attention you received as a model in Korea.



Glancing at the cosmetic box on the hotel table, you remember buying it at a shady store after forgetting to bring your own make-up for the upcoming photo shoot. Your wide doe-like eyes dart across the page as you effortlessly read the Korean instructions for the beauty routine and curiously inspect a small vial of orange fluid. “피부 세럼 [Skin serum]…” you mumble to yourself before following the instructions and dabbing some onto your fingertips and spreading it all over your chest. You gasp in surprise as the cold and oily fluid touches your sensitive skin, causing your chest to become tender.

“이건 맞아야 해 [this should be correct]” you slur, rubbing your fingers around your nipples as they rapidly become puffier and your areolas double in size. Encouraged by the recent changes, you eagerly dab more of the serum onto your fingers before applying the anti-aging and glossy benefits onto your skin. Rolls of fat moves under your fingers and accumulates under your nipples as you rub the fluid all over your chest, feeling budding A-cups protrude out. “이게 더 필요해요 [I need more of this]” you giggle to yourself and ignore the strict limits detailed in the instructions as you quadruple the dosage. “Mmphhh… ahhnnn…” you moan loudly, rubbing the oily serum onto your skin and feeling it stretch as your breasts rapidly expand into modest C-cups within seconds. Determined to be the best model in Korea, you continue massaging the fluid into your body as your tits swell into heavy E-cups and hang from your chest like udders ready to be milked. “완벽해요 [That’s perfect]” you giggle, feeling your slender fingers sinking into the soft flesh as you squeeze your breasts and look down at the deep cleavage under your chin. Breathing heavily with excitement, you feel your round tits jiggle and bounce with every breath as you remember the photographers zooming onto your breasts every time.

“그게 다예요... 맞죠 [That’s it… right]?” you moan with arousal and your cheeks blushing red as you grope your breasts. You consider yourself lucky to have a rich dad in Korea and a busty mom to inherit all the favourable genes for an easy pathway into a modelling career, but all your achievements were accomplished by your own skills and networking. As if on cue, your phone rings and you glance at it expecting a call from your manager, but it’s from someone you don’t recognise. “안녕하세요 [Hello]?” you mumble into the phone with your cute and girly voice as the other person stammers in confusion before hanging up.

Assuming it to be another shy fan, you shrug your shoulders nonchalantly and reach out to read last the last step of the beauty routine, but you feel a drop of the serum land onto your dick from your soaking wet hands. “Eh? 그게 뭐였지 [what was that]?” you mumble before an intense wave of arousal fills your petite body. Clutching your throbbing cock in surprise, you adventitiously rub more of the excess serum along your shaft as pre-cum drips out. Moaning with pleasure, you try to control your urges, but you blow your load within seconds and cum splatters all over the floor. Unbearably horny from the serum seeping into your crotch, you mindlessly stroke your deflating cock as your empty balls slurp into your crotch and reform into fertile ovaries while your dick finally retracts and leaves a tight slit in its place. “Unnghh… 너무 흥분돼 [I’m so horny]” you moan, instinctively rubbing your fingers into your moist and warm crotch and feeling the tip of your cock warp into a twitching clitoris. Your vagina deepens and pink folds push out from your pussy as juices drip down your leg and onto the floor. Your orgasmic daze is interrupted by the sound of the hotel door swinging open and you look up to see an American guy standing at the entrance.

“Dude… I swear a Korean chick answered your phone when I ca---” the man chuckles but stops mid-sentence after noticing you finger deep in your pussy. His jaw hangs open in shock as he stares at your curvy and petite body, darting between your doll-like face, huge jigging breasts and dripping pussy. Too horny to be embarrassed, a sheepish smile spreads across your face as you gaze at his muscular body and growing boner in his pants.

“재미있게 놀고 싶으신가요 [Do you want some fun]?” you smile at the Caucasian man as he frowns in confusion and struggles to understand your question. Walking up to him with swaying hips, you bite your lower lip seductively and stroke his crotch teasingly as he turns bright red. Admittedly, he’s not hot like the other Korean men you fucked or prestigious for any fame, but you’re too horny to be picky. “You… come… fuck me…” you coo into the man’s ear in broken English as you lead him to the bedroom.

“W-Wait… where---” the man stammers, but you kiss his lips to silence him and feel your tongues twirl with each other. Tearing his clothes off, you notice his dick painfully stiff as you straddle him lean over him with your heavy breasts hanging over his head. Like every man you fucked, logic disappears when sex is involved; and you’re no different. “Fuck… you’re so hot” the man grunts as you smile at his compliment. Admittedly, you’re way out of his league, but you desperately need something to fill your urges for the afternoon before the photoshoot.

“한국에 오신 것을 환영합니다 [Welcome to Korea]” you slur seductively as you finally lower yourself onto his throbbing boner, feeling his girthy cock spread your right pussy lips apart. Inhaling sharply, you can feel his dick sliding deeper inside as your moist and warm vaginal walls instinctively wrap around his cock. Your petite body shivers with pleasure and you feel his rough hands grope your breasts as you start to gyrate your hips against his crotch, feeling his dick pumping in and out of your pussy. “Unnghh… 박아줘 [Fuck me]” you moan, arching your back and feeling his dick ravage your pussy until you feel a hot gush of cum fill your insides and slowly leak out. Panting for breath, you feel his dick slip out of your pussy as you wipe the sweat off your forehead.



“W-Who are you?” the man asks as you smile at him.

“Nari… now… you go… me… have work” you say to him, as he struggles to comprehend what just happened. With the photoshoot coming up, you hastily put on your clothes and touch up on your make-up before leaving the hotel room. Feeling his cum still sloshing in your pussy, you wonder if you can model as a sexy pregnant mom in a few months.