Shuttle India

A spoof of Hotel Korea

Abhishek Khullar gripped his cup of masala chai anxiously, mentally preparing himself for the long day ahead of him. He’d been pacing almost the entire night, clad only in a pair of sweatpants that should’ve been washed a week ago. Of course, there was a reason as to why he was wearing them, but Abhishek still felt like he needed to shower due to the grungy atmosphere they emitted. However, his first priority was going to be settling his bubbling nerves

It was the opening day of his new taxi service, Shuttle India, and in less than an hour the call line would be open. Abhishek had barely had the money to start the business, but he’d luckily stored up enough to purchase an adequate car and a few of the other basic materials. He unfortunately drained all of his inheritance money and acquired a hefty loan, but Abhishek knew he’d be a millionaire by the end of the month. Although he was the only driver today, he knew they’re could be as many as 50 in a week. All he had to do was get a single client and he’d be off to the races.

Deciding he might as well get ready, Abhishek changed into a newer-looking button-up and some tight fitting dress pants that he accentuated his muscular lower body. He carefully removed a small sheet of clear plastic that had been cupping his large pouch, folding it delicately before placing it in a pocket. Abhishek took a deep breath as he grabbed the last of his things, filled with tense excitement.

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Zachary Meyers couldn’t believe his luck when his university had selected him for the international exchange program. Years of overachieving had finally led up to a massive scholarship sending him overseas, with the only catch being he wouldn’t know where. It was a new thing his college was trying, promoting studying abroad by offering one lucky student a full semester for free in another country. The success was instant, with a plethora of students signing up immediately, but luckily Zachary was offered the opportunity.

Although he was elated at first, Zachary wasn’t exactly surprised; he’d earned his way to the top. A list of activities under his belt, maintaining stunning grades in advanced classes, and sucking up to professors left and right had led him to this very moment. He entered the airport terminal, anticipating something grand to meet him after the first few steps. Instead, he was greeted with a destination he truly didn’t expect.

“Amritstar?” he questioned as he was ushered through the final checkpoint. He only knew where that was thanks to his required cultural diversity course from freshman year.

“Yes?” the stewardess replied, not understanding his situation. “Is this not your flight, sir?”

“Oh, sorry, no it is.” Zachary gave a confirming smile as he passed through. It took him a few minutes to adjust himself in his window seat, and a few more until the plane was actually lifting off. As it turned out, the flight was much longer than he had prepared for, as he had been expecting somewhere in Europe. India was near the bottom of Zachary’s list, not even considering it as a possibility. When he finally landed and started shuffling, his whole mind felt like mush. The fact the sun was still up after so many hours made his eyes swirl.

“Zacharry Meyerz?” A sharp voice caught Zachary’s ear as he turned around, confused as to who was beckoning him. In the parking lot sat a rather attractive Indian man waiting patiently on the driver seat. Based off of what Zachary could see, the man was obviously athletic, but the man could’ve been a model too. Zachary was straight–as multiple women at his university would verify–but he could tell if a man was handsome or not. The answer was fairly obvious with the man’s furrowing brow, sleek jawline, and perfectly manicured stubble.

“Yeah, that’s me.”

With the sudden change of environment, Zachary had forgotten he’d called a taxi service to grab him after he’d land. Although he had plenty of money to spend, he decided to take a cheaper mode of transportation. Zachary came from a fairly privileged background, which was displayed by his designer button-up and striped pants, but he thought it might be best to cut back in some areas to truly enjoy others. He gazed tiredly at the driver and the automobile; Zachary was fairly confident in his choice.

“I’ll put yourr ztuff een de boot and backzeat, you can take ay zeat up frront.”

It was hard for Zachary to understand the man’s heavy accent, so he just followed the man’s gestures around the car. After Zachary had given the location and settled himself in, the two left the parking lot and headed off to the mystery university.

Zachary didn’t have anything to do besides let his eyes wander over the landscape as they drove. Tall buildings and crowded streets created a heavy, humid atmosphere that was barely masked by the car’s air conditioning. It wasn’t long before they exited the main area of the city and started towards the suburban shacks.

“Zo,” the driver, who Zachary learned was called Abhi, started. “Vat brrings you to lov-ily Indiuh?”

“University studies,” Zachary replied shortly. He brought his attention to the car rather than the conversation, hoping to make it obvious that he wasn’t in the mood to talk.

“Ah,” Abhi replied, not receiving the message. “I azzume you’rre fairrly vealdy?”

“Wealthy?” Zachary passive-aggressively corrected. “I guess you could say so.”

Zachary watched a menacing grin momentarily flash across Abhi’s face. Zachary readjusted himself uncomfortably in his seat, moving his toned body closer to the door. In high school, he’d been a fairly good swimmer and, at 5’9, an avid runner too. He had decided not to pursue the sports in college, but he’d still kept his lean figure by simple jogs.

“Is it alright if we turn up the air a little more?”

“Zurre,” Abhi purred, pushing the air conditioning up a few notches. The increased force made a little noise as the wind came out faster, rattling the small plastic sheet covering the filters. Now noticing the strange layer, Zachary examined the pieces quietly, running his fingers along the small flaps as they carried with the breeze.

“You like dat?” Abhi said. “Id iz new zented airr frreznerr. Only available in Indiuh.”

“Oh… what’s the scent?”

“An old Indiuhn zpice; you’ll prrobablee rrecognize id.”

Zachary was curious at first, but then the scent hit him like a truck. It was overwhelmingly musky, flavored with odorous testosterone as it filled the small space. Zachary felt like he was gonna puke from the intense scent, but he didn’t want to seem disrespectful. If it was in fact a traditional spice, he didn’t want to accidentally offend Abhi. Instead, he decided to take short breaths and let the ballsweat-like smell sink into his system. It was so intense it felt like he was no longer able to think straight.

“Do you like id?” Abhi asked too innocently, as if he was pulling some kind of prank and was barely holding himself back from bursting into laughter.

“Yes, it’s just a little strong.”

“Dat meanz id iz vorking!”

Abhi continued steering them towards the university. Although his head felt a little foggier, Zachary decided to continue his sightseeing. The once bustling city was now replaced with the rolling, grassy hills of the countryside. Taller mountains could be seen in the distance, surrounded by the lightest layers of fog. The roads had become longer and less busy, making Zachary a little more anxious with every passing mile. He thought it was a little strange that the university was so far out, but he trusted Abhi just enough to not question anything.

“You know,” Abhi began once again. “Your ਲੱਤਾਂ (legs) arre good. I don’t rrememberr de lazt dime I zaw an Indiuhn man vith so much hairr down derre.”

Zachary made a face of confusion and disgust at the comment. He didn’t understand what Abhi had meant, especially as Zachary had been wearing pants this entire time. Before he could dwell on the thought anymore though, a whiff of the air freshener cleared his head instantly. Abhi was right, he did have very hairy legs, and Zachary was proud of them. It wasn’t often that men could boast the same kind of fur he had. Zachary decided to ignore the strange Indian part of the statement, and the fact that he had translated the single Punjabi word in his head.

Tapping his legs anxiously in his seat, Zachary’s legs slowly began to change. They stretched slowly at first, before speeding and extending Zachary’s height to 183 centimeters. His tendons pulsed while his ligament grew firm. Thick, bulging muscles began to emerge from underneath the taut skin. Juicy quads and thighs pushed at the seams while Zachary’s buttocks swelled outwards, making Zachary’s stylish pants look as if they were supposed to stop mid-calf. A thick, caramel color erupted from underneath his skin, giving his flesh a deep tan as his new jungles of blond hair darkened into a deep black.

“Alzo imprrezzed by deze ਹਥਿਆਰ,” Abhi remarked, placing a large, hot palm on one of Zachary’s forearms. “You vorrk oud ofden.” It didn’t come out like a question.

“Almost everry evening,” Zachary replied quickly, even though he hadn’t been in a gym since middle school. It might have been the beautiful atmosphere or the looming cloud over his thoughts, but it was becoming easier to talk to Abhi as they drove along. Zachary was unknowingly becoming more invested in the conversation, not even noticing how he effortlessly rolled an “r” off of his tongue.

Zachary leaned back into his seat, crossing his arms as they began to expand. The barely-used limbs fattened tremendously, first developing the forearms before moving onto the upper segments. Biceps and triceps pulsed larger as they became increasingly muscular, forcing the short sleeves of Zachary’s shirt to crumple upwards. A dark tan slowly coated his arms while they pulled themselves out, allowing more room for incoming bulk. His average hands and wrists exploded into meaty paws as a wave of curly, dark hair cascaded up to his shoulders. Even his armpits couldn’t escape as they grew bushes so large that if Zachary had his arms at his sides, they’d still be noticeable. The new curryish funk they emitted was quite pungent too.

“You have amazing ਛਾਤੀ. Vahd do you lifd?” Abhi smirked, looking over Zachary’s body in excitement. His plan was working perfectly, and it felt like it would become his success story.

“Uzually 90 kilogrramz, but morre on my betterr dayz.” Zachary grinned as he did a pose for Abhi, not noticing how he was slipping more into a light accent.

Underneath Zachary’s button-up, a small ripple traveled across his skinny chest. Muscles pushed forward as eight stunning abs popped out of his torso. His previously tiny nipples exploded, tugging along two giant pecs to create a sturdy shelf above his newly-developed core. His hips pushed further inwards, allowing for a perfect v-shape to accentuate his upper frame. To give even more room for his pecs, Zachary’s torso stretched to 188 centimeters, forcing his legs to scrunch up in the seat due to his new size. His upper torso was pushed so far out that his fatter nipples made visible imprints on his shirt. Once his form was corrected, the familiar caramel shade washed over his skin, carrying along a stampede of curly, black chest hairs.

“How long have you had dad ਆਦਮ ਦਾ ਸੇਬ?” Abhi reached over and lightly caressed Zachary’s neck, not bothering the other man at all. Happy with Zachary’s apparent comfort, Abhi decided to switch the next sentence into his native Punjabi language: “It is smooth and sexy.”

“Idz a Munjal ding,” Zachary responded with, referencing his surname and unknowingly translating the Punjabi. “Ve ah have ਅਮੀਰ voice.”

Zachary had always loved his smooth, rich tone. His voice was deep and brassy, pounding on walls and demanding attention. It had run in his family, the Munjal family, for many generations, with all the Munjal boys coming out with bass voices by the time they turned 15. It grew gruffer and more stern with age, but right now Zachary’s register flowed like velvet. As he thought about his appealing voice, he hadn’t realized he was now beginning to think in Punjabi. Not only that, but his English was dissipating, his vocabulary shrinking gradually.

Once Abhi saw that Zachary’s neck had finished tanning, he continued their conversation.

“ਜ਼ੈਕਰੀ,” Abhi decided now was the time to fully flip the switch. “You are stunning. You know you are hot.”

Zahary’s brain absorbed the subtle command instantly, his kind persona shrinking away quickly. A more cocky, arrogant persona swept over his body as his ego grew. He knew he was a sexy beast, and every woman at his college wanted him. He wanted his sperm to be shot down every one of them to make superior children… brown children.

Abhi watched on excitedly as Zahary’s head grew larger with his pomposity. First, his jaw shifted into a more lantern-like shape. His nose enlarged and stretched downwards towards his widening grin, shaping it into a natural snigger. His ears bloated in size as his eyebrows shifted downwards, looking more similar to that of a Neanderthal’s. Once the dark tan covered Zahary’s skin, his facial structure readjusted to something more accommodating of a Southern Asian man. His eyes and hair darkened to a raven black, creating bushier eyebrows and a messy chinstrap. His hair fluffed up lightly into a cocky quiff, becoming thicker and sturdier as if it was always meant to stay there. Zahary, who was too focused on himself, still hadn’t realized his own transformation, or the fact that the intellect he took so much pride was steadily leaking away.

Noticing that his client was nearing the end of the transformation, Abhi put the air conditioning on full blast. They were far enough out that they wouldn’t be bothered by any civilization, so Abhi pulled the car over to the side of the road, eager to watch. Zahary’s head was too clouded with the scent of Abhi’s ballsweat to concentrate on anything, allowing Abhi to take the last steps with ease.

Everything so far had gone according to plan, just like Abhi had thought it would. He’d barely had the money to fund his new business, but he could see by his passenger’s progress that there would be no issue in the future. The air fresheners, which Abhi had been infusing himself for the past week, were flooding Zahary’s mind with Punjabi pheromones. With the small, closed area of the car, the odor would easily penetrate any boundaries and invade the victim’s mind. If Abhi wanted to find employees, he’d simply have to make them–and for Shuttle India, they’d have to look the part too. Soon, very soon, Zahary would go from his first client to his first hire.

“You have beautiful feet,” Abhi stated, looking at the small shoes that no longer matched the rest of the other man’s body. “They are big for an Indian man.”

“You know what they say about big feet,” Zahiry replied back in Punjabi. Smirking proudly, Zahiry felt a foot fetish suddenly arise in him. He had huge feet, so it was only natural that women should worship them. He adored their size, shape, and smell, so much so that he made sure to treat that part of his body better than the rest. He took immense care of his feet, aiming to make them as perfect as they deserved to be.

Abhi excitedly watched Zahiry paw himself, thinking about his immensely-sized feet. As a track runner, Zahiry had already developed fairly big feet at Size 12 US, but Abhi’s eyes grew as the scene developed before him. The appendages grew quickly inside of the shoes, pulsing outwards and forwards against the bottom of the car. The slender bottoms fattened with meat as they grew into hairy monsters. After a minute of growth, Abhi could even smell the new curryish funk that was emitting from Zahiry’s feet, which had bloated into a Size 15.5 India.

Zahiry turned confusedly towards the window, only now realizing that the car had stopped. Before he could ask any questions, he felt his striped bottoms pulled downwards as a pair of caramel paws grabbed at his boxers. He tried to move, but Abhi’s mouth had already latched onto his mediocre-sized cock like a leech. Zahiry felt a sudden rush invade his body, pushing Abhi’s head further into his crotch. A wave of alpha-like confidence swam across his body as he gave into the pleasure.

With Zahiry moaning and submitting to the pure pleasure, Abhi made sure to continue entertaining the boy. Licking around the delicate head of the dick, he brought one of his hands to cup Zahiry’s balls. They were averaged-sized before, but with Abhi’s gentle fondling they filled with heavier semen. His client’s testicles bloated with brown sperm as they sunk lower due to the increased weight. Next, Abhi quickly itched away at the pubic bush near his nose, forcing it to become a gigantic forest of tangled black hairs. Pleased with the results, Abhi fully engorged himself on Zahiry’s cock. Bobbing his head up and down, he could feel the length of the dick stretch along with his tongue. It pulled farther upwards and thickened, edging Zahiry along with it. The remaining fragments of Zahiry’s intelligence and memories were thrown into the pot of boiling brown sperm, which was at any moment about to erupt.

Sensing he was done, Abhi quickly pulled off as a fountain of pure, Indian cum exploded out from his client’s dick. The other man straightened in his seat once he was finished, staring cockily at the brown rod before him standing at an astonishing 26 centimeters long. It was truly a marvel to see, but it wasn’t that fascinating. All Indian men had big dicks–how else were they supposed to spread their brown seed?

“Alright,” he said, breaking Abhi’s concentration. “I think I’m ready to do my test drive now.” His voice was low and melodic, having a sing-song quality that made it truly irresistible.

“Are you sure?” Abhi smirked, playing along. “You look like you could use a second round of ‘relaxation’.”

“How about I hit the car accelerator and drive the motorway before we have more fun?” He coyishly replied, getting out of the car. Abhi joined him, crossing to the other side to finalize the hiring process.

“First, let me take a picture for your driver’s ID. This should just take a moment.” Abhi grabbed his phone and navigated his way to the camera. While he fiddled around, the man posed arrogantly.

“Perfect.” Abhi was ecstatic, his plan having worked excellently. “Name?”

“Zahir Munjal.”

“Preferred position?”

“Driver.”

“Good, now just drive us back to the office and you’ll be hired.”

“Whatever you say, boss.”

The two jumped back into the car, Zahir grabbing the wheel excitedly as they pulled back onto the highway. Looking over at the other man, Abhi still couldn’t believe his success. In just a short amount of time, the company had doubled in size. It was sheer luck that his new companion was also rich, so it would become even easier to expand. With two men now on the road, they could have two more by the end of the night, and four more by noon tomorrow. The numbers would become exponential, which would eventually make Abhi the fastest-made billionaire ever. Leaning back in his seat happily, Abhi knew it was better to focus on the present than the future. It felt like Zahir wanted to focus on the present too, as he’d been pawing at Abhi’s crotch since they got on the road.