I didn’t understand – double dates were the only dates my girlfriend would actually enjoy, even after dating for a year and a half. I couldn’t crack the enigma behind Naomi – she was short, pale, somewhat sickly, and sported light hair past her shoulders. I loved her through and through, but her overwhelming preference for double dating, as opposed to one on one, was getting to me. Did she not feel safe around me? Did she prefer feeling like she was on dates with the other guy? I was determined to get the to bottom of this soon.
Naomi was happy to hear that I had arranged a double date for tomorrow night. When she heard that our partners were my cousin William, and his girlfriend Michelle, her eyes lit up like diamonds. “Ohmigosh I can’t believe they’re free! Baby I’m so excited!” she would yell with the widest grin on her face. I talked to William about my suspicions over the phone, and he agreed to help me out in seeing if Naomi had an ulterior motive.
We arrived at a fancy restaurant for the date. William and I were suited up while our ladies donned dresses. My girlfriend wore a frilly white dress and heels, while Michelle – a sporty, yet beautiful Chinese woman – entered the scene with a sparkling, tight red dress that revealed a single shoulder. Her bright red lipstick mirrored her personality – loud and in charge, in the best possible ways.
Once we sat down, William kicked off the conversation: “So you guys finally caught us! I didn’t think both of us would ever be free at the same time on a Friday night, what with my job and Michelle’s volleyball practice.” I replied, “I know, right? We feel like a couple of bums compared to you busybodies!” All four of us caught up on recent events, laughed, and ordered light alcohol along with our dinners.
The cue for the ‘Naomi Test,’ as I called it, began when Michelle stood up to use the restroom. I excused myself about 20 seconds later, feeling a light glare from Naomi out of the peripheral of my eye. Once Michelle and I were out of sight, William leaned closer toward the table and spoke to my girlfriend with a lower voice. “Hey, so, I bet you were pretty excited about this date, yeah?” Naomi smiled and nodded, saying, “Yes! It’s been too long since I’ve seen you guys!” William chuckled, then attempted step 1 of the Naomi Test: “So what’s the appeal of double dates to you? Does silly ol’ Franky not make you feel safe?” he ended with a laugh. Naomi reciprocated the chuckle. “Of course he does! I just love sharing experiences and getting to know more people better.”
Damn, good reply, William thought. He moved onto step 2 of the Naomi Test – attempting to flirt. “Heh, so I think I’ve got it. Franky’s not the brightest sight for sore eyes, is he? I totally understand, every now and then you gotta get some good eye candy going…” William trailed off, feeling uncomfortable about talking to Naomi like this. Naomi frowned, questioning, “…What? Are you serious? I love my boyfriend, and to be brutally honest, I think he’s better-looking than you.” “Oooo!” William laughed, holding his hands to his heart, happy to break the awkwardness of the conversation.
Naomi continued: “Has Franky been talking to you about me? What’d he say?” “Oh n-no!” William waved his hands back and forth. “Not at all! I’ve just, like, noticed how happy you are and stuff when we do this double date thing.” “Mhmm, I bet…” Naomi said, standing up to walk around to the table to William. She leaned down to examine his shoulders, then reached for an almost invisible strand of hair off of them. “Is this Michelle’s?” she asked. “I-I’d sure hope so, or she’d kill me!” William laughed, hoping that Michelle and I would return to our seats soon. “Cool,” Naomi stated, carefully tucking the hair into her bra. William didn’t know what to say or how to react. Michelle returned to the table 10 seconds later, directing all of William’s attention back to her like a breath of fresh air.
William held his arms out as if to announce Michelle’s arrival: “There she is!” “Here I am,” Michelle smiled, “Was I gone long?” “Gone any longer and I’d have called the cops,” William laughed. I returned to my seat about a minute after Michelle, greeted with a mysterious smirk on my girlfriend. I began, “Hey! What’d I miss?” Naomi slid closer to me, saying, “Nothing. Nothing at all,” with an airy, yet pleased tone.
Come the end of our evening, we thanked William and Michelle for their time, and they thanked us for the dinner. Before parting, Michelle spoke up: “Hey, you know I have a volleyball game on Sunday? You guys should totally come!” I looked at Naomi, and we tentatively nodded together. “Yeah,” “Of course,” we both said, knowing it probably wouldn’t happen. Michelle grinned, “You guys are the best! See ya there!” She signed off with a wink and two-finger salute. Once Naomi and I were in my car, I asked, “Are we really going to her game?” “What, you don’t want to?” she replied. “Well, I dunno, I just wasn’t sure…” “Psh, think about it later. Let’s go home, I have a surprise for you baby~” I smirked, “Yeah?” Naomi was looking at me with a lustful gaze, to the point where I was beginning to wonder how much alcohol she drank.
Naomi ordered me to stay out of our room after we changed into our pajamas. I assumed she was getting ready for a steamy night, but she was up there for almost an hour. Unknown to me, she was mixing an elixir with the strand of Michelle’s hair. “I’ve been working on this for a looong time…and it’s finally about to happen,” she would whisper to herself, carefully examining how the chemicals looked through a high-end magnifying glass. Around 9 PM, she applied bright red lipstick, and put on red lingerie, all matching the shade of red that Michelle wore to our dinner. Holding her little vial of liquid in her hands, she smiled: “I’ve always wanted to act like someone else, feel like someone else…if Franky likes Michelle so much, then I hope he’s ready.” She downed her elixir, then ran out of our room in glee.
Naomi threw her original panties on my head from behind the couch, then dashed back to our bed where she awaited me. “Guess it’s time,” I chuckled, eager to let loose. I ran into our room to the sight of my girl in her underwear, and I was quick to match it. I started on top of her, kissing her face and neck while running my hands up her skinny ass. My cock made a tent out of my boxers, shaking like a caged animal that needed to be free. Naomi’s breathing was harsher than normal, something began happening to her body as I unhooked her bra.
“Come on already…what’re you waiting for?” Naomi huffed after we had slipped each other out of our underwear. With her back on the bed and my hands on her shoulders, I could’ve sworn I felt her skin underneath my palms undulate. Her flesh started to form a smooth, liquidy texture that neither of us paid attention to as I gave her pussy a quick lick before slamming myself into her.
“Aawh! Aahh fuck! Don’t stop!!” Naomi screamed. Her body tensed up as her shoulders began to widen with sleek feminine muscle. Her hands clutched the mattress as if for dear life, feeling the strength of a strong woman coursing through her arms. Her dainty little fingers changed shape around growing nails, turning larger and sexier. A few minutes later, she slid out from under me and flipped herself onto her hands and knees. With my hands now on her hips, I felt some intense ripples through her body. Her ass inflated, filling with a much stronger feminine presence, as I continued to pound her. Faint creaksand cracks that accompanied her lengthening legs and torso couldn’t be heard over the slapping and moaning. Her knees danced along the mattress as her calves thickened and toned. To my surprise, she spun around to face me, then threw my back to the mattress.
“Woohooo! Yeaah baby fuck!!” Naomi screamed, riding my dick like a cowgirl and squeezing my body with abnormally tough thighs. I could only grunt back in pure pleasure, she was bringing me to my climax far sooner than usual. “Oh! Oh! OOOAwhh!! OOOOAHMYGA!!!” Naomi’s shrieking amped up to 11 without warning. She spun herself around so that her ass was rubbing up against my stomach, and her hands were on my ankles, as she continued to ride. Her pussy tightened like a vice as it subtly morphed, and the movement of her transforming clit was enough to make her cum. “HAH! HAWWH! AAAEEH!” she was practically gasping as she destroyed my cock with her large, swiveling hips that never tired. Moments later, I groaned – I couldn’t stop myself from cumming deep inside of her. I tried to take control, but she slammed my body down with her ass as she moved her cunt up and down around my dick!
“YESS BABY YES!” Naomi moaned as my cum overflowed out of her. Her small breasts tightened before suddenly growing around pulsing veins. Naomi reveled as their bounce felt heavier and heavier. “Jesus Christ…” I happily breathed as we finally began to slow down, “…that was unbelievable.” Naomi hopped off of my soaked cock and happily fell next to me. Taking a minute to catch my breath, I said, “That was surprising. I thought you never liked being on top.” I rolled my head to its side to look at my girl. I didn’t expect my expression of bliss start to turn toward confusion when I looked at her joyous face. She replied, “What can I say…I’m just feeling it~” Naomi opened her mouth, groaning a little as her teeth whitened and carefully realigned between her thickening lips. Something about her eyebrows looked different, too. I felt a pit in my stomach – the girl I was looking at barely resembled Naomi.
I shot myself up and undimmed the lights, fully revealing Naomi’s naked body. “B-Babe, what…happened?” I started. Naomi slowly sat up, drunk with pleasure. It was only when she looked into the vanity’s mirror that she realized something was happening to her body. “H-Huh?” she mumbled, pulling at her hair which had grown longer on one side of her head. “What’s-a-aah…!” The flesh around one of her eyes shifted like clay, melding her eyelids into an Epicanthic shape. Dark yellow splotches were visible all around her pale body, expanding out to each other as if they were enveloping her body within new skin.
“H-hun, something’s happening to me…what’s going on?!” Naomi whimpered. “What’s going on?! How am I supposed to know?!” I replied, exasperated. Naomi’s worried expression was quick to turn back toward excitement. “I…didn’t expect it to go this far,” she said with a mischievous smile. Her held her face in her hands and rubbed it as her other eye was consumed by Asian heritage. She looked down at her body, eagerly watching her Caucasian skin being drowned out by stellar tan flesh. She tugged at her puffy nipples as they darkened. I was a bit scared and confused, but I couldn’t deny how tender and sexy my girl was looking.
Naomi spread her legs and dipped two fingers into her vag. “Mmm…yeah,” she hummed, bringing them to her tongue, “this is Michelle’s pussy. So good…” I couldn’t hide my resurfacing erection after that sentence. She turned to look at my speechless face, so she continued: “Baby…I knew you liked Michelle. That’s why, tonight, I am Michelle for you.” A smile crept onto her face. Still speechless, she crawled to the end of the bed, prowling like an Asian tiger, then pulled me by the dick back onto bed.
“Naomi…” I began. She pushed a finger against my lips, saying, “Call me Michelle, baby.” “B-But,” I began to protest, but she slithered down my body and held my cock, gently kissing its tip. A blend of cum and pre-cum stuck to her lips. “Say my name, baby…Michelle…” she cooed like a succubus as she began to bob her head up and down on my dick. “Oh fuck,” I groaned, feeling immensely turned on, but still not fully recovered from my eruption. Naomi had never sucked me off so good before. Shlurp shlurp shlurp. Mm mm mm mmmm~ I grabbed the back of her head with one hand, unable to stop the temptress. A few minutes later, drips of thin, liquidy cum spurt into her mouth.
“Ohhh Naomi…” I moan as she slides back up to my side. “I’m Michelle, honey,” she coos again. Giggling, she finally decides to explain herself: “I made an elixir for us, baby. I really wanted to be, I dunno, something you really liked for a night. This thing’s gonna wear off in the morning, so come on. Call me Michelle. Fuck Michelle. Make Michelle yours!” She was turning herself on as she continued. I didn’t know what to say – it felt unfaithful to Naomi, but she was right. Michelle was the full package with her slammin’ bod and fiery personality. She was thick in all the right places. Her physical strength was inspiring and effective in bed. And her tan was so hot and on point that it made other Asians look white. ‘Michelle’ and I agreed to take it easy for an hour before getting back to business later that night.
…And what a ride it was!! Even though I was shy on cum, she rode me until we both collapsed from exhaustion. Sticking my dick in between Michelle’s tits, and into her mouth and ass was a dream come true once I was able to digest Naomi’s intentions. When I began to slow down even a little, she would flip me onto my back and take control. When her tongue wasn’t wrapped around my cock, it was pushing its way deep into my mouth or giving me hickeys on my neck. It was truly a damn shame that this night had to end.
We woke up around 11:00 the next morning. I was surprised to see Michelle when I turned my head, but I didn’t question it immediately. It was only after we’d fully woken up and showered that we started to wonder why Naomi hadn’t turned back into her original form. I brought it up: “So, uhh, when’s ‘Naomi’ coming back?” “I think it should’ve happened by now…? Or maybe it was a 24-hour deal?” she replied. “But you said it’d wear off in the morning,” I said. Naomi shrugged it off and insisted that we went about our day – which I was OK with as long as she was.
Boring chores filled our afternoon. When I asked what was for dinner, Naomi surprised me by saying she’d prepared a spicy dish. “I thought you hated spicy food?” I questioned. “Haha, me too. I dunno, I figured we could give it a shot though.” I didn’t notice until we had started eating, but she was even wearing clothes she hadn’t worn in years. It almost felt like I was dining with another person.
Later that evening, Naomi stated, “Hey, I’m gonna head to the YMCA, play a bit of B-Ball. And do a bit of late-night shopping because my bras are killing me.” I had to interfere this time: “Naomi, what are you talking about? This transformation deal is supposed to wear off, you said you’d give it 24 hours. And basketball?! When have you ever been interested in doing anything at a gym? You wouldn’t even take long walks with me!” Naomi was taken aback. “OK dude, chill. I wanna try some different things, so what? Fine, I’ll shop tomorrow, but I’m going to the gym. I’ll be back later.”
Naomi was in a much better mood when she returned several hours later, but I was a bit too anxious to reciprocate it. We went to bed quietly that night, wondering if Naomi would turn back to normal. Come Sunday morning, Michelle was still the one in my bed. “C’mon man,” she said to me, sensing my discomfort “it’s fine. I’m still me. It’s not like this changes anything.” Her words comforted me, but her actions were opposite of what Naomi would do on any given day. She tried to stay indoors that afternoon – to act like ‘Naomi,’ – but her constant leg-shaking and glances toward the window made it obvious she wanted to get out there. I even caught her muttering something about volleyball. I remembered that the real Michelle had a volleyball game today, but I didn’t bring it up.
Throughout the day, I tried to convince myself that everything would be fine – after all, she was still Naomi. And Michelle’s body was hot as hell. Best of both worlds, right? I would think to myself. And it actually kinda worked – seeing the smile that spread across Naomi’s face when I told her to go and do some walking and shopping gave me a sense of satisfaction I hadn’t felt in a long time. She was gone for the rest of the day, taking advantage of my blessing to hit the gym, play basketball and volleyball, shop, and go for a run. She came home after dark, sweaty and exhausted. And I was able to treat her well in bed that night.
After two more days had passed, I had given up hope of Naomi returning to her original body. She talked like Michelle, she smelled like Michelle, she looked like Michelle, but deep down, she was still the girl I fell in love with – even if I had to constantly remind her of that. Keeping my morale up about the situation for the whole week was tough. On Friday night, after we had finished fucking, Naomi turned to me and said, “I hope William doesn’t find out about this,” with a mischievous wink. That’s when I knew it was time to enforce some ground rules.
“Okay babe,” I began, “I need you to understand these rules. They’re for our own good.” Naomi nodded and listened. “Rule 1: I am your boyfriend. Not William, not anyone else. It’s always been me and only me. Rule 2: You are Naomi. Stop introducing yourself as Michelle to people. You know you’re Naomi, right?” Naomi nodded again, saying, “Y-Yes, you’re right.” I continued: “Rule 3: …Well, that’s it, babe. Don’t lose sight of us. Play sports, do whatever you wanna do, just don’t lose sight of who we – and especially you – are.”
I didn’t expect my mini-lecture to hold much of an effect as more days passed, but to my surprise, Naomi actually began to act a little more like Naomi when we were together. She got back into some old hobbies, like reading and gardening, and she didn’t have the urge to get out of the house at every possible opportunity. Unbeknownst to me, the behavior was likely due to the fact that when she did leave the house, she was in full Michelle mode. Not even I would have been able to tell her apart from the real deal if I had stumbled across them. She crushed sports and loved working out on her own. And of course, she introduced herself to people as Michelle – people I would never meet. Naomi was practically living a double life.
However, Michelle’s personality wasn’t completely absent when I was around. She was as outgoing as ever during our dates, especially the double dates. When it was time to dim the lights, she loved nothing more than being on top of me, yelling passionately as she rode me throughout the night. The strength of her body never ceased to amaze me. And she never mentioned William again after I stepped my game up.
Several months passed before my girl somehow got me into working out regularly. Helping each other exercise made us tighter than we’d ever been before. My constant reminders of telling her that she was Naomi lessened – they worked for a while, but eventually we had to let it go. The “Naomi” in her faded throughout the months just as much as my own personality shifted by continuing my relationship with her. Gyms and sports took over as my preferred activities thanks to her, which only helped evaporate the traces of Naomi that were left.
About eight months after her transformation, both of us were completely different people. I was pretty damn buff and was on a much healthier diet. Michelle was, well, Michelle – the dominant, sports-playing Asian chick who I was in love with. We could only laugh when reminiscing about ourselves. Both of us agreed that our evolution as people, and as a couple, was an unstoppable force, and that our love was a fierce fire that burned brighter than the sun.
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A Patron reward for Naomi!! Hope you love it.
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A Patron reward for Naomi!! Hope you love it.
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