Zack stared at the beautiful Chinese girl before him, utterly baffled. She looked vaguely familiar but he was certain he had never met her before. The girl spoke to him in rapid Mandarin, a pleading look in her honey-brown eyes, but Zack couldn’t understand a word. Inside the transformed body, George’s mind reeled. Why couldn’t Zack recognize him? He tried desperately to explain what had happened, that he was really George, but the words came out in a language his friend clearly didn’t speak. Li Mei looked at George and then Zack before leaving them, a knowing smile on her lips.
As he gestured frantically, George felt waves of strange new impulses rising within him. Looking at Zack’s toned body, he felt an unfamiliar heat stirring in his core. He shook his head, trying to dispel the thoughts of what that hard physique would feel like pressed against his soft curves. Without quite meaning to, George found himself moving closer to Zack, hips swaying seductively. He placed a delicate hand on Zack’s broad chest, looking up at him through thick lashes. Zack’s eyes widened, pulse quickening at the clear invitation in the girl’s gaze. He didn’t know what had come over him, but he was powerless to resist her. Placing his hands on her slim waist, he pulled her close and captured her plump lips in a kiss.
George knew this was wrong, that he shouldn’t be kissing his best friend, but it felt so right. Zack’s firm body against his, strong hands exploring his sensitive curves, facial hair scratching on his now soft skin: it all set George blazing with need. His new body ached to be touched, to be filled. Garments fell away as the two stumbled to the bed, mouths and hands hungry for bare flesh. Zack worshipped the girl’s brown tits, drawing a nipple into his mouth. George arched his back and moaned, electric pleasure zapping his core.
Large, calloused hands mapped the shape of George’s body, causing George to feel how ever inch was so different to before. Smaller. Softer. Rounder. He gasped as fingers delved between his legs, brushing the throbbing clit at the apex of his now glistening pussy. Zack growled in approval at the slick heat he found, swirling the pads of his fingers through the wetness. George’s head thrashed on the pillow, overwhelmed by the intense sensations. He needed more, needed to be filled and claimed. “Qing!” he begged breathlessly, spreading his thighs in to invite the white man in. The pleasure erasing and doubts about what he was about to do.
Settling between the welcoming legs, Zack notched the broad head of his cock at the quivering entrance. With a swift thrust of his hips, he buried himself to the hilt in tight, clutching heat. George screamed, back bowing at the intrusion. The burn of the stretch mingled deliciously with the sparks of pleasure. As Zack began to move, pulling out slowly before slamming back in, George felt something shift inside him. Something deep inside of him was being pushed and shifted with every powerful thrust. Memories of his old life, his sense of self, seemed to become loose against the all-consuming need to be taken.
George tried to hold onto himself, but it was hopeless. The onslaught of ecstasy shattered his resistance, his identity. Fragments of the man he used to be scattered with each stroke of Zack’s thick cock in his hungry cunt. He clenched down, trying to draw the shaft deeper. He wanted more. Even if it meant losing himself. All he wanted was more…
Harder and faster Zack pounded into the tight Asian body beneath him, chasing his pleasure. The wet slap of flesh on flesh and the cries spilling from kiss-bruised lips filled the room. Pressure coiled tighter and tighter until it finally exploded, painting George’s womb with his seed. The realisation that his tight Asian body had brought Zack to a hot release caused George to let go. A tsunami of rapture that crashed through George, obliterating the last traces of his former self. He was no longer the foreigner on a Chinese adventure. As the final aftershocks rolled through him, he knew with absolute certainty that he was Mei Ling, beloved daughter of Li Mei.
“Wo ai ni,” Mei Ling sighed dreamily, snuggling against Zack’s heaving chest. She peppered his sweat-slicked skin with kisses, cooing her devotion in Mandarin.
Zack looked down at the beautiful girl in his arms, still reeling from the intense encounter. He didn’t understand her words but her affection was clear. Stroking her silky black hair, he wondered what had become of his friend George. But then Mei Ling shifted, soft curves pressing against him invitingly, and all other thoughts fled. Perhaps it was time to start a new adventure…
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