Chapter 1 - The Cure

"God, I wish I could do a Kill la Kill cosplay," said Francesca. She stood in front of the mirror holding the Satsuki jacket over her massive chest.

 Tim processed the words, but waited to die in League before he asked, "What's stopping you?" 

"For one, I'm too fat." 

 He chuckled in disbelief. "You're not fat at all." 

"Yes I am!" cried Francesca seriously. She wasn't, but because they happened to be Asian she put herself up to completely different standards that bordered on thinspo. 

 If anything, Tim was happy about her looks. He really didn't feel up to dating anything but another Asian, and both he and Francesca even happened to come from Vietnamese families. Still, he did like girls to be thicc - a position for which her big boobs and wide hips made her very well qualified for. 

 In a way, he was thankful for it. Any other girl with that body type would've taken it as a cue to slut it out and think of herself as a 10/10. But thankfully, Francesca remained completely insecure about her appearance and a complete introvert apart from the desire to cosplay. Otherwise, she wouldn't leave the house at all. 

 Okay, so thinking that way made him a bad person, but was he supposed to root for her leaving him for some white guy?

"I wish I was as skinny as you are," she said, staring at him wistfully. 

 Likely it wasn't even meant as a backhanded reply but he hated being reminded of how frail and thin he looked. It was bad enough to get bullied at school and talked down by his father. "Well, you aren't fat."
 
"You know. You could cosplay as Ryuko." 

"You're joking." 

"Why not? You're have the right body type and you look girly enough to do it." 

 I have the right body type? I look girly enough? That was it. He turned back to his game and decided he wouldn't waste his time on the topic nor Francesca for the rest of the day. How does she always make me feel like shit? 

 But Francesca wouldn't let up. She kept insisting that they would be in another city, and that no one would be able to tell anyway. Nobody would be able to tell that I'm not a girl? Tim couldn't quite get there.  

"There's nothing gay about it," insisted Francesca. "You know, every single female role in plays was done by young guys for thousands of years." 

 In the end, he had to relent and agree to at least try on cosplaying as a female character at home and see how it went. Francesca ran home and brought over her Chie outfit she used to wear during preteen years, before her body had thickened out and her breasts blew up out of proportion. 

 Tim still needed to feel up those breasts. To turn her into a little cockslave. "If I do this for you, you're mine. Do you understand? No more bullshit about how you're not ready or you feel insecure about your body, alright? Not when I dress up as a fucking girl for you."

 Francesca sighed at his petty manipulations and nodded in agreement. "Fine." 

 He sat down as she prepped him up, laying down bob wig, and even doing some makeup. "Wow," she said by the end. "You look amazing." 

 Tim stared at himself in the mirror more with disgust than any sense of dysphoria. Yet, he had to admit he did look annoyingly feminine this way. Would anyone seriously mistake him for a girl though? That seemed unlikely.
 
 When he turned to talk to Francesca he caught her taking a pic. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"Calm down! I'm just trying to show you something." 

 He wanted to punch her. She would end up humiliating him in front of everyone they knew. As if his social life weren't bad enough, now they'd think of him as some fucking faggot. 

 Francesca passed the phone. His mind reeled when he saw that she had sent the picture to one of her cosplay friends, a white guy, asking him if her friend was hot. 

"Calm down," said Francesca, patting him on the arm. "He doesn't even know you." 

 It was the reply that shocked him the most: WOAH! She's really really hot XD. 

 Hot? No one in his life had ever called him hot... This was so stupid. 

 But Francesca got him to agree when all was said and done. He would dress up as Ryuko and accompany her to the con, and after that she would be his sex slave for at least a week. I can't wait. 

 They drove down together on the big day, Tim's mind spinning with bad thoughts. He should've never agreed to it. He kept looking down at his shaved legs and skirt, wondering what was wrong with him. How desperate am I?

 Yet they walked around the convention center for at least three hours, without a single person picking up on anything. Tim stayed quiet while Francesca did most of the talking, allowing people to pose with them and accepting compliments for how good their outfits were. 

 Things only got weird way later. A guy cosplaying as Dante hovered around them, trying to start a conversation with Tim. He didn't open his mouth for fear of being spotted as a guy. But this white dude kept trying and trying, while Francesca laughed it up. "She's just very shy." 

"I don't bite," said the guy, standing only inches away from Tim. His jacket was open to reveal a ripped torso, while his chiseled face kept smiling at him. At home, this kind of jock was the type to beat him up mercilessly and try to grab Francesca's ass. And now he's hitting on me?

 Tim jumped when the guy tried to touch him and ran over nervously to Francesca. "Get him away from me!" he whisper-screamed into her ear in a total panic. 

 Francesca gave him a naughty and amused look. "She says you need to stop being so pushy. Give her some time." 

 What was she doing? Why was Francesca worsening things? The white guy, rather than going away, began to trail after them, his Dante now joining in to pose with all the Ryuko and Satsuki fans. 

 During one photo in particular, Tim could feel the guy's large hand coming down to rest on his ass, his fingers caressing at his thighs. He nearly yelped in shock, but couldn't bear bringing attention to it. So he stood there as their picture got taken, feeling his lower body tingling in response. 

 They were playing with fire here. This guy clearly cosplayed only to get girls, and he hardly seemed like the type to be understanding if he suddenly found out Tim was an actual guy. And Francesca, rather than having him fuck off, kept egging him on... 

 Once the sky darkened people either started heading home or to bars to drink. They were supposed to head home. But the Dante guy insisted he wanted to take Francesca and her "friend" to eat at a kick-ass place nearby. 

 She accepted. 

 Tim wanted to run away. 

"I'm going to kill you," he whispered in her ear. 

"Relax! I'm just trolling a little. We'll just stuff ourselves like pigs and have him pay for everything."

 The place was rustic and comfy, but also dark. Once they were inside, Tim attempted to get into the same booth as Francesca. But Dante quickly grabbed his arm and shoved him down the other side, next to the wall, sitting down next to him so that Tim couldn't get out at all. From the other side, Francesca watched their interactions with some worry now.

 I told you we should've gone home! he wanted to scream at her. 

 They didn't even get to order. Some psychotic-looking waitress with loud spiked boots peeking from her uniform and a tattoo on one side of her face came over, making him and Francesca pause. At that point, Dante ordered hard alcoholic drinks for all three of them, and that was that. 

"I think I'm going to go to the bathroom..." Francesca started. 

 And leave me alone? WITH HIM? Tim wanted to scream. But of course he couldn't. He only watched with complete despair as she slipped out and hurried off to the bathroom, her tits jiggling inside of her white jacket
. 
"Alone at last," said the white guy, coming down to stroke Tim's thighs. He squeezed them together, trying to keep him off. "Don't be so shy. I know you like me." 

 The drinks came and Dante gulped his down in an instant. He leaned in and attempted give Tim a kiss but he pulled away just in time. That wasn't the end of it though. Dante came at him again, and this time he pushed Tim into the corner. There was nowhere to go. He tried to raise his arm and ward him off, but the white guy only twisted his arm and nearly made him yelp. 

 His lips smacked against Tim's violently, his tongue ramming into the closed mouth again and again. Tim could only resist for so long. The stench of alcohol coming up his nostrils made him sick. He gave in and let Dante inside, feeling the alien tongue beating against his and exploring his mouth.

 He's... This white guy's kissing me, he thought, on the verge of tears. All he wanted at this point was for it to end before Francesca came back. But the one kiss slowly turned into a makeout session, with him playing the part of the submissive girl and letting Dante do whatever he wanted.

"I fucking love Asian girls," whispered Dante, squeezing his thigh. 

 Tim got hard at the words. It wasn't that he was aroused by this! Of course, he couldn't get aroused by another guy, and he certainly hated being treated as a girl... But in theory, looking at it as a fictional event, the idea of a white guy having his way with an Asian girl by force did always strike him as hot. 

 Francesca came out of the bathroom and stared at what went on with gaping eyes. As soon as she sat down, she drank, looking shocked to her very core. 

 Dante grinned at her. "Something wrong?"

"N-No," she stammered. "It's just that it's getting late. We should b-b-be going." 

"Alright," he said, surprisingly understanding. "You two going to finish your drinks?" When they shook their heads, he gulped down both of them one after another and breathed out painfully. "Come on, let's go." 

 As they walked towards the car, Francesca kept glancing at Tim with disbelief. She's seen me kissing him. Just what could she be thinking right now? That he wasn't a guy at all? That he was some fag? That she needed to break up with him? So much for our deal. Tim's eyes got wet with tears of frustration. 

 Dante ran in front of them and stretched his arms. "Hold up, now," he said. They were right next to a dark alley. "We can't just part like this." He grabbed Tim by the wrist and dragged him along into the darkness. Francesca followed hesitantly. 

 Tim was made to stand as Dante unzipped his trousers and brought out his cock. It was absolutely huge. Just a white monster with throbbing blue veins. Simply looking at it made Tim feel insecure. Not only was this guy fit and nearly twice his size, but his cock was nearly four times as big. Even with his muscular build, its size still managed to look intimidating. 

 The white guy pushed Tim down on his knees. The white cock now stared him in the face, and after a step forwards from Dante it pressed against his mouth and his nose, warm and hard, with a distinctly musky scent. 

 Would he really have to do this? Suck off a white guy? But before he could even finish the thought, a slap rang at the side of his face, along with orders to start doing it. He opened his mouth and let his tongue slide across the surface of the shaft, all the way down to the head. Cum dripped and entered his mouth, the flavor of it hitting all his taste buds. 

"That's right, baby, suck that big white cock. Seems your friend wants in too."

 Suddenly Francesca got down next to him, blushing crimson. There was wonder in her eyes, and simply tracing her fingers over it filled her with exhilaration. Tim couldn't even blame her. This cock was so big and so irresistible, so worthy of worship that it almost wasn't gay to get down and treat it with total reverence. 

 Like proper Asian sluts, they licked it all over and let their spit intermingle and lapped at the sweet seed that spilled from the massive head. Whenever their eyes met Francesca smiled shyly, and Tim found himself smiling at her in turn. For the first time, they found something they could enjoy doing together. 

 Worshipping a big white cock. 

 Tim feared white guys ever since he was little. Every Asian girl he ever crushed on ended up with one, except for Francesca, while every white guy found it necessary to bully him mercilessly. They were just so much bigger and stronger. It was only later as a teen that he found out their cocks were huge, and that combined with their good looks, confidence, money, and prestige made them irresistible to just about any Asian girl. His parents wanted his sister to date a white guy, as did Francesca's much to his dismay. 

 There were simply no spots to be filled by wimpy Asian guys. He almost gave up going on Tumblr after seeing so many blogs of Asian guys transitioning into girls or playing as traps, always obsessed with white guys and with being as submissive as possible. It made him despair and fear. But he had never considered being one of them. 

 Now, he did his best to worship this white cock and make his white master proud, loving its rich smell and taste and the way it stretched out his mouth, thrilled by the fact that he did it with Francesca and that they both became Asian fucktoys simultaneously. 

 How could he have spent years being tortured at school by guys like this and made to feel inferior when it was so easy to be loved instead? All those sleepless nights from fear of being beat up the next day, all those tears for the frustration of being weak and unwanted. 

 And here it was all along. The cure. Seeking validation from the superior white gods not as a inferior and subhuman Asian wimp, but as a slutty Asian girl, ready and willing to submit and fulfill all their needs, no matter how degrading or humiliating. If anything, the more degrading and humiliating the better. Asians deserved nothing better. Especially not from their white masters. 

 Francesca proved much better at deepthroating, so she had been allowed to take his shaft in deep and service him in that way. Tim had been shoved down to the balls. He took them both in his mouth and cradled them lovingly, passing his tongue over them as he sought to give them the most welcoming and satisfying mouth-massage that there was. Just knowing that they carried priceless white seed in them was enough to drive him crazy.

 The white masters caressed both of their heads, letting them know how pleased he was with their work. Finally, as his engorged monster of a cock threaten to explode in Francesca's mouth, he took it out and had them put their faces together and massage his balls while he stroked himself audibly. 

 With one final groan, he unleashed hot ropes of viscous cum into their open mouths and over their cute Asian faces, so much that both Tim and Francesca giggled in disbelief. White guys were just so amazingly gifted and virile...  

 They kissed each other deeply and shared the cum between them, their tongues swimming in a sea of hot white seed. Their first real kiss. Not as girlfriend as boyfriend, but as two happy Asian sluts exchanging the gift of a white master's cum-reward. 

"You are two naughty little whores," Dante told them, zipping back up. "I'll see you around at next convention." 

 As he walked off and disappeared, Tim felt relieved to be able to speak at last. "That was so good," he confessed to Francesca in between her gentle kisses. 

 Francesca licked off the remainder of seed from his face. A low moan still escaped her lips. "It was amazing. White cock is fucking amazing." 

 He suddenly felt her reaching down beneath his skirt and tugging at his cock. He had never shown it to her before, and he still felt ashamed of its minuscule size. Even hardened to its full extent as now, it was still not enough for her hand to wrap around it fully.

"Don't be embarrassed, baby," whispered Francesca in his ear. "I never had any illusions. You're Asian!" She giggled darkly. "I knew you'd have a little pinky dick." 

 The humiliation combined with her acceptance of him as weak and disgusting as he was made him spill at the fourth tug. How much had he lasted? A couple seconds... 

 Rather than savor his translucent and watery cum, Francesca cringed and wiped it off against his skirt in disgust. But she still smiled at him. "It's not you fault," she said. "That's just how Asian guys are." 

 The message rang loud and clear. 

 He could still find pleasure and satisfaction, even if it was offered to him out of pity. But the staple for both of them would forever be big white cock. The life of illusions and hope was over. It was time to submit. 

 But Tim had no problem with that at all anymore. 
