Kevin Becomes Tessa
By WMAF_obsession.
I live in San Francisco, where it’s impossible to ignore the huge number of WMAF couples. I’ve seen so many Asian women walking down the street arm-in-arm with white guys. Also, some of these Asian women will smirk at me. (My Asian male friends have also reported similar looks from Asian women and sometimes from the white guys they’re with. They enjoy rubbing it in.)
So I considered myself very lucky to be dating TESSA, an Asian girl. Tessa was incredibly hot: pretty face, medium-sized and well-shaped tits, and a really nice ass. I kissed her a few times and got a handjob once.
One day, I was driving her back to her apartment, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw the reflection of her phone screen on the passenger-side window. She was mostly swiping left and occasionally right: she was using TINDER or another dating app.
After I dropped her off, I parked at a gas station and sat quietly in my car for a few hours. Of course, she, an Asian girl in the West, was cheating on me.
How could I get back at that bitch?
*****
Many years ago, I heard a rumor about a mysterious “medicine man” in Chinatown. I asked some friends about him, and they directed me to a hole-in-the-wall shop in the middle of San Francisco. The hand-drawn sign outside, written in Mandarin, said it sold herbs and potions.
Inside, I met Mr. FUNG. I told him about my situation. He silently pondered it for a minute. Then he pulled out a bottle filled with bright green liquid.
He said in broken English, “If you drink the potion, you switch bodies with this Tessa girl. You put one of her hairs into the potion. You lie down in bed, and you drink a potion.”
“How long will the effects last?” I said.
“Nine hours. You can drink the potion only once, no more.”
“And will Tessa be in control of my body?” I said. I remembered the reluctance with which she gave me my one handjob. She would be horrified to inhabit my body.
“Yes, but she is sleeping the whole time. No, wake up.”
I paid him $10,000 for the potion.
*****
I went over to Tessa’s place a few days later. I wanted to go sooner, but she kept making excuses about meeting up with her girlfriends, which only increased my anxiety.
In her bathroom, I checked her hairbrush and placed several of her fine, black hairs into my pocket.
As usual, she was on her phone most of the time I was there. I could tell from the movement of her hands that she was using a dating app. Her thumb went right and left instead of up and down. She never left her phone unattended: she seemed to guard it with her life.
Later, next to her on the couch, I asked if we could do more than just kiss, and she said she wasn’t feeling up to it. “I think I might be asexual,” she said.
*****
We planned to meet up on Friday night, but in the afternoon she texted me to say her friends wanted a girls’ night out.
Without responding, I retrieved the bottle and removed the cork stopper. Mr. Fung had said to place “one of her hairs” into the potion. I did, and bubbles escaped from the strand of hair until it dissolved. The potion seemed to deepen in color.
It was 5:45 PM. The effects would last until 2:45 AM.
I lay down in bed and chugged the hideous liquid. Immediately, I felt groggy and closed my eyes.
When I woke up, I saw Tessa standing in front of me, wearing pink lace lingerie. I looked her up and down with a dumb, horny grin on my face. I thought, I’m going to get laid!
But Tessa had never looked at me with so much desire, and at that point, I realized I was standing in front of a MIRROR.
I looked down and saw my nice Asian tits. I rubbed my nipples, which stiffened under my fingers. I squeezed my tits together with my arms. Then I rubbed my clit, and after a few seconds, the fabric of the lingerie darkened from the wetness.
I searched the room. In a drawer, I found a vibrator that had the exact dimensions of my penis: 4 inches and thin. I put it inside my pussy and could barely feel it.
*****
I had entered her body, but I needed to enter her mind, by which I mean her phone. She had an iPhone, and of course, Face ID worked for me. What I saw on her phone was more shocking than the potion’s effects.
She had multiple dating apps and multiple texting apps. That raging narcissist was having conversations with dozens of guys, all of them white chads.
She had texted a guy named DONOVAN and said she would meet him at a nearby bar at 6 PM. I scrolled up the text thread and was confronted by several dick pics and Tessa’s loving admiration of them.
In response to one of the dick pics, she texted: So much bigger than Kevin lol.
I guess she wasn’t really asexual.
*****
I arrived at the bar early. I was wearing a tight pink dress and flats.
(In between the time I went into Mr. Fung’s shop and today, I had binge-watched hundreds of YouTube videos about make-up, hair, nails, shoes, and feminine hygiene products.)
An Asian guy was checking me out from across the bar. Should I make his day? Well… I already told Donovan to meet me here. Also, I had to play the part of a San Francisco Asian woman convincingly. So I ignored the Asian guy.
A few minutes later, I felt an arm on my shoulder: it was Donovan. He was an all-American type: tall, blonde, blue eyes, strong, with a 9-inch cock. “What will the lady be having?” he said.
“Surprise me.” I didn’t watch any YouTube videos about the types of drinks girls like. Also, I noticed my pussy (her pussy? our pussy?) was getting wet.
“Vodka spritz,” he said to the bartender. He then talked about his job in finance.
A little later, I got a notification on my phone, and I pretended it was an urgent issue. (It was really a dick pic from yet another white guy.) “I gotta go. I’m sorry. One of my girlfriends is… having this problem, it’s too complicated to explain. Can you take a rain check?”
“Sure, I’ll contact one of the other Asian sluts I know,” he said with a smile.
I could tell that he expected my reaction not to be negative: in many of the texts Tessa sent to him and other white guys, she frequently referred to herself as a CHINK hole for white men. “I’m so jealous,” I said in a flirty tone and then left the bar.
*****
I returned to Tessa’s apartment.
I had spent $10,000 on the potion to get back at her. How is serving up her body to a 10/10 Nordic Chad getting back at her? Being fucked by Donovan is exactly what she wants.
I took out her phone and looked through her contacts. She provided parenthetical descriptions of the white guys she was hooking up with. Examples include Cody (finance bro #3), Dylan (foot fetish), and George (pet turtle). I was scrolling through the names until one contact caught my eye: MARCUS (VIOLENT).
I found their text thread. The last thing Tessa texted him was: “Don’t contact me again. I mean it.” I’ll call the police.
Scrolling up the text thread, I found a video Marcus had sent to Tessa. In the video, he is fucking her doggy style with an alarmingly big cock, and Tessa appears to be struggling and cumming at the same time. At one point, she says, “Stop!” Later in the video, she is on her back, with one of his beefy hands clenched around her throat, which silenced her screaming orgasm.
I sent the kind of text women send: Hey.
Less than thirty seconds later, Marcus responded: I knew I would hear from you again. Your place or mine?
*****
I found his address early in her text thread with him. I took an Uber to his place.
The front door opened, and before me stood an enormous, hulking white man. “Hey,” I said, sounding authentically nervous.
“Come on in,” he said. He closed the door behind me. “Want something to drink?”
“Umm, no thanks,” I said, trying to sound flirty. “I plan to get drunk on something else.” I looked at the obvious bulge at his crotch.
We went into his bedroom. I got another notification on my phone. I took out my phone and unlocked it with Face ID, at which point Marcus SNATCHED it out of my hands.
He was typing something on the screen. Then he handed the phone back to me. I saw that he had opened the Messenger app and sent the following text from my phone: I had such a great time. Can’t wait to get fucked by your big white cock again!
While I was processing the implications of that text, he grabbed me by the throat and threw my Asian body onto the bed.
He took off his clothes, and hanging between his legs was an inhumanly big cock. I haven’t seen anything that big, even in porn.
I was on my back. He leapt onto the bed and grabbed my tiny wrists. He started French-kissing me and licking the side of my face. He smelled aggressively white. My Asian pussy was drenched.
He grabbed some lube and poured it onto his plank of a cock. Suddenly, I was flipped onto my stomach. He threw my legs apart, and then I felt his enormous weight on my back. He was compressing my petite body between his muscular mass and the mattress.
Slowly, he inserted that monstrous piece of meat inside my girlfriend’s body, which felt incredible. I felt the pussy being stretched to the limit, which was the complete opposite of how Tessa’s 4-inch vibrator felt.
He started fucking me prone-bone style, his body bouncing up and down on the mattress.
I made the noises all my favorite Asian porn stars–Asa Akira, Sharon Lee, Evelyn Lin–made in their hundreds of WMAF scenes. I felt like I was having one long, continuous orgasm. I couldn’t believe how good it felt.
At one point, in my dick-drunk state, he slipped a hand around my throat and started squeezing.
The continuous orgasm peaked, and I blacked out.
*****
Sometime later, I regained consciousness. I felt pleasantly sore all over.
Marcus picked up my phone, held it up to my dazed face, and typed something in again. Then he sent a text from his phone in response.
“Get the fuck out, you dumb CHINK,” he said. I put on my dress, and he grabbed me by the hair and led me out. He pushed Tessa’s naked body out into the hallway.
Quickly, I put on my dress. Then I opened the Messenger app. It read:
Tessa: I had such a great time. Can’t wait to get fucked by your big white cock again!
Tessa: Fuck, I can still feel your white cock in my pussy. Can I come over again today, please?
Marcus: I’ll fuck you again tomorrow, you gook bitch
Marcus was clever. This probably wasn’t the first time he pulled this trick.
I opened the selfie camera. The cum on my face, now dry, had streaked my mascara.
It was 11:30 PM. The effects would last until 2:45 AM, so about three more hours.
Had Tessa had enough? No.
*****
I returned to Tessa’s apartment and showered. I did my makeup again, making sure to add tons of mascara. I chose a really cute, low-cut red dress. Then I returned to the streets, where I belong.
I wandered around downtown San Francisco. Then I remembered that there was a seedy biker bar near my (Kevin’s) apartment.
I got near the bar around 2 AM. It was only a few hundred feet from Kevin’s apartment, where my unconscious body lay.
Standing outside the biker bar were ten hulking, bearded white men in leather vests and bandannas. I went into an all-night convenience store so that the bikers wouldn’t see me.
I waited in the convenience store till about 2:30 AM.
Then I turned off Tessa’s phone and threw it and her purse into a trash can.
I exited the convenience store and started walking toward the bikers. They spotted me when I got close and started whistling like wolves.
With zero fear, I walked up to the biggest guy there, who was 6’10 and definitely a career criminal. He looked like the leader of the biker gang. I saw several red teardrop tattoos on his face. “Well, hello there, China Doll,” he said.
Without breaking eye contact, I took out my keys and used them to scratch his motorcycle. His eyes widened in rage. “Oh, you fucking… CHINK! You’ll pay for this.”
He grabbed me by the throat, the rest of the bikers surrounded me, and they rushed me into an alley while one of them kept lookout.
The leader ripped off Tessa’s underwear. Then he unzipped his pants and took out a cock that was somehow bigger than Marcus’s.
The leader punched Tessa in the stomach. Two of the bikers held her wrists against the wall of the alley. The leader spat on his demonic white cock and then shoved it inside my cheating girlfriend’s tight Asian pussy.
Fuck, it felt sooooo good. How could her tiny body take so much cock-meat? It definitely wasn’t designed for it. It was designed for Kevin, not these white monsters.
The leader and the other two bikers lifted Tessa’s body because it was so much smaller than theirs. He kept fucking me with powerful, angry thrusts.
I came hard once, twice, and in the middle of my third orgasm, I found myself transported back to my bedroom.
*****
My alarm clock read 2:45 AM.
I got out of bed and rushed to my window. Unfortunately, I couldn’t see the alley.
I jerked off my 4-inch Asian dick while looking out the window. As I was getting close to busting my third nut of the night, I saw Tessa walking unsteadily down the sidewalk. Her red dress was not in good shape. It was almost 4 AM.
She walked toward my apartment building’s front door. I was surprised she even remembered where I lived. I heard the buzzer.
I waited ten seconds before responding on the intercom. Faking a groggy voice, I said, “Who’s there?”
“It’s me, Tessa. Can I come in?” Her voice sounded uncharacteristically shaky. Usually, she speaks in the confident tone of an Asian woman in the West who is desired by hundreds of white men.
“Oh, um, hi, um, yeah.” I buzzed her in and opened my front door.
I could literally smell her before I saw her. Either the ten bikers each produced huge individual cumshots, or else they each came on her face and body multiple times. The lines of mascara ran down to her neck, where angry red handprints marred it.
In authentic shock, I said, “Oh my god, what happened?!”
Physically trembling, she said, “I don’t know. I need to use your shower.”
I let her in. She headed toward my bathroom.
“Let me take that off,” I said, removing her dress.
She didn’t resist. She then walked into my bathroom. I heard the shower turn on. She would be in there a long time LOL.
I took off my clothes and put on the red dress. It was still wet and sticky. I look cute, I thought as I observed my reflection in the full-length mirror. I twirled from side to side.
Mr. Fung said I could take the potion only once. Well, I would have to find some other way to feed my new addiction.
I knew where Marcus lived.
Or maybe those bikers were ready for round two.
The End.
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