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Exotic Mama [Man to Asian Woman TG] - Part 2
🕑 Added 2025-05-22 22:38:48 +0000 UTCCommissioned Anonymously
After travelling to Thailand to visit his college friend, Tony finds himself in the awkward position of being transformed into his dream girl. Unable to keep their hands off each other, Tony ends up pregnant with triplets and has to come to terms with the fact that this will be his new life.
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Part 2
Of course, when they got back to the street, the market still wasn't set up yet.
“You could have mentioned it was a night market,” Jonny chuckled, rolling his eyes.
“Slipped my mind.”
It was hard to concentrate with him so close. As they walked, Tony felt hyper-aware of how close they were. The crowded Bangkok street conspired to make their hands brush and their sides bump as often as possible, and it was like torture. Every time skin made contact with skin, it was like lightning struck through him. Tony hadn’t felt this way about anybody since he was a horny teenager at the whim of his raging hormones. He couldn’t stop noticing how attractive Jonny was; it was maddening. The fact that it was only eleven in the morning barely registered.
“So…now what?” He asked, hands on his wide hips.
“Why don’t we go back to your hotel room?” Jonny suggested casually, and Tony immediately felt his cheeks burn.
“M-My hotel room?!”
Mental images danced in front of his eyes: him sitting on the end of a plush bedspread, Jonny reaching to cup his face then gently lay him down on the bed. Hands would roam, he’d open his mouth, and Jonny would claim him…
“Oh shoot, no!” Jonny corrected, “No, I didn’t mean for…that. I just meant to hang out! I didn’t mean we should skip right to third base”
“Skip to third base?”
Tony’s voice came out as a breathy squeak. Of course, in this reality, he’d travelled to Thailand to date Jonny, not just visit. In his mind, they were already on the cusp of romance. Tony didn’t want to think about how excited that prospect made him.
Only yesterday, he’d felt nothing but platonic friendship for Jonny, now all of a sudden it was all he could do to control himself around him. His body yearned for his touch, and his touch alone. It wasn’t some side effect of the spell making him horny; he just wanted Jonny. And to make it even worse, Jonny clearly wanted him, or at least, he wanted Toni. They stood together at the side of the street, both looking like a couple of red-faced teenagers.
“Sorry.” Jonny said after a moment, “You’re probably not interested in me anymore, right? You’re not the same Toni I have been flirting with.”
There it was: an out, the perfect excuse to shut any flirting down in its tracks. Jonny was a good guy; he’d never force anybody to do something against their will. And yet, Tony struggled to make himself nod. His whole body was screaming to deny it and jump Jonny’s bones right here in the middle of the street. Wetness seeped into the bush between his legs; he could feel it growing heavy with his own arousal, and shame flooded his system. He couldn’t be this turned on by his friend! His male friend! Contrary to his appearance, Tony was not a woman, and he wasn’t gay either!
“Are you okay?”
Tony blinked, he realised he’d been so stunned he hadn’t replied yet, he was just standing there like a dumbstruck deer.
“Yes! Of course, fine, sorry, this is just a lot to deal with.”
Jonny nodded and looked thoughtful for a second.
“Why don’t we find someplace to catch up properly? You said yesterday you were a white guy like me, right? Why don't we compare notes and see what’s the same and what’s different?”
“Not a bad idea.”
They found a small side street with a stall selling some sort of roasted meat on sticks and settled in. It turned out, a lot of things were the same, as far as Jonny was concerned. They met first day at Northwestern, studied alongside one another, hung out at parties and such, then kept in touch for a few years after graduating. Eventually, communication slipped, and after a few years of silence, they reconnected on Tinder after Jonny came back to the States for a visit and forgot to reset his location data.
What was different was everything before that. Jonny was able to fill in a few gaps with information he knew about ‘Toni’: that she was biracial, her mother was Thai, her father English, and she’d grown up in Thailand. She’d travelled for university and stayed in the States afterwards, living in California before coming back here for the first time in a decade just to see Jonny.
“Wow, I never came back to see my parents? Just you? That must sting.” Tony muttered. “Ten years and not one visit?”
“You said they came to see you in the States twice.”
“Still.” Tony shook his head. “My mom, my other mom, I mean, she died when I was still a kid and dad never really got over it. He was always a man of few words, but talking to him is basically impossible now. I can’t imagine willingly avoiding my parents for a decade…”
His mind wandered back to that phone call earlier this morning, an innocuous call from a concerned mother just wanting to check in; what he wouldn’t have given to have one of those more often. And apparently, Toni didn't even bother to answer half the time, according to her call log. It felt so wrong.
“She must have liked me a lot then.” Jonny laughed, “To come all this way.”
“She did, I can tell. I like you too.”
Tony swallowed.
“I mean, of course I do, in both realities I came to visit you, but like, I obviously had a very different relationship and body and…stuff.”
They were sitting so close, the talk of family had distracted him momentarily, but now he could feel his thigh pressing against Jonny’s. A pair of thin linen pants was all that separated them really, it would be so easy to pull them down and sit on his lap. His pussy quivered with want and even more moisture began to seep into the hair between his legs. Tony’s whole body flushed.
“Is it hot? It feels hot.”
“It’s Thailand, of course, it's hot. Too bad there isn’t a beach nearby.”
At that Tony remembered the splash pad and his strange urge to strut around in a bathing suit to show off his new body. He shook his head; a beach was a good idea though, cold ocean water was just what he needed to cool his desire. The fact that Jonny would get to see his new body in something so skin tight and revealing was entirely not the point.
“Why don’t we go anyway?” He grinned. “Beach trip, it’s only a few hours right? It would fill in the day waiting for the night market.”
Johnny smiled.
“It’s been too long since I did something spontaneous…why not?”
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He shifted in his seat for what felt like the hundredth time. The air inside of Jonny’s car was thick, barely touched by the lazy whir of the AC. His new ass sank deep into the seat and the bare skin of his thighs, left exposed by his shorts stuck to the leather. Outside, the sun beat down relentlessly, turning the stretch of road ahead into a shimmering mirage. He could feel sweat collecting at the back of his neck, between his breasts and ass cheeks as well. Not to mention his bush, which continued to be wild and heavy between his legs with a mixture of his own arousal and the heat.
Jonny had one hand on the wheel, the other resting carelessly on the gearshift. His forearm was tanned, lightly freckled, and annoyingly muscular. There was something about his casual way he held himself that made him all the more attractive. He hummed along to the soft rock playing on the radio. Tony could practically feel the rumble of his baritone in her bones. This trip was supposed to cool him off, and if anything it was making him more horny.
Heat had a way of making you aware of every inch of your skin, and Tony had so much more skin than before. His large breasts were slightly slick with sweat, and his shirt was clinging to them, cupping them perfectly. It felt almost obscene.
It would’ve been easier if Jonny weren’t so relaxed. Or so close. Or so...barefoot. His shoes had come off somewhere around the halfway point, and now his feet—strong, tan, stupidly attractive, if feet could be that—were stretched out, one heel bouncing idly against the floor mat. He smelled faintly of salt and spices from the city, it made Tony’s mouth water.
“How much longer did the map say?” he asked, grabbing the nearly empty water bottle and taking a sip.
“About thirty minutes,” Jonny replied without looking over. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” he lied. “Just hot.”
He misjudged the drink, and some of the water flowed over his pouty lips and down his chin. The drops landed on his chest and slid down the curve of his breast before descending into the cleavage. Tony could feel Jonny’s eyes follow the drip the entire way. The gaze was so intense that Tony swore he could feel a trail of fingers in their place.
“Eyes on the road.” He half-joked, and Johnny grinned at him before moving his eyes forward with a nervous laugh.
He wished Jonny would stop smiling like that—lopsided, warm, a little cocky. It was the kind of smile that made his stomach tighten and his brain forget what his hands were doing. He focused hard on the blur of palm trees whipping past outside.
He crossed his legs, more for distraction than comfort, and his knee brushed the edge of the console—closer to Jonny’s leg than he meant. He didn’t move it. With his legs crossed like this his pussy lips were pressed close together, leaving a tingle of pleasure lingering at all times. Jonny’s eyes stayed straight ahead, staring at the road with a strange intensity. He could see the tiniest bead of sweat trailing from Jonny’s temple down his neck.
Tony wanted to reach out and wipe it away. He wanted to lean across the console, kiss that spot, taste the salt of it.
He gripped the edge of his seat instead.
“Almost there,” Jonny murmured after a while.
“Good,” he said, his voice thin. “I could use a swim.”
Jonny glanced at him again, his lips quirking into something unreadable.
“Me too.”
When they finally saw the water, Tony wanted to weep with joy. They dove out of the car and into the sea breeze with relief. Tony looked out over the tiny, white, sad cove. It was private and romantic, not exactly the tourist trap he’d been expecting.
“I found this place a few years ago, good isn't it? Jonny said, “Nobody around for miles. You can yell your lungs out and not worry about disturbing people.”
“You could get away with a lot,” Tony muttered under his breath.
“What?”
“Nothing! Is there a changing room?”
“Oh…no, it’s just jungle and sand, but you could change behind those trees over there. I won’t peep, promise.”
Part of Tony wanted Jonny to peep; he wanted it a lot, actually, but of course, he didn't voice it. He just grabbed his bag and hurried into the jungle to get changed as quickly as possible. He pulled the swimsuit from his bag; it was a one piece that perfectly matched the tan lines on his body; black with a golden ring at each hip and the centre of the love neckline. It felt like a second skin as it glided up his body, but the thin fabric did nothing to hide his nipples, even soft as they were now.
As he stepped back out onto the beach, he felt the soft sand sliding between his delicate toes. He took a step forward, ready to race for the waves, when she froze in place, her eyes wide as Jonny stepped out from behind the bushes. He was wearing nothing but a pair of boxers, his other clothing folded neatly in his hands. He bent down to place them on the sand, showing off his toned arms and broad chest. There was a smattering of light chest hair, enough to make Tony’s heart race.
Jonny was the epitome of a sun-kissed beach god. Tall and lean, his blonde hair shone in the sun. He had the audacity to stretch, groaning a little as his spine popped and for the first time Tony was glad he didn't have a cock anymore, it would be so hard right now there would be no hiding his arousal. No matter how hard Tony tried not to feel it, the attraction was undeniable now. Jonny was sexy—dangerously so—and Tony’s body responded to him in ways that left him both frustrated and fascinated.
Jonny turned and half smiled, clearly ready to say something when he too froze on the spot. His eyes roamed over Tony’s body and made him shiver. Tony had never had anybody look at him with such hunger before; it made him ache in places he didn’t want to admit. He saw Jonny’s eyes linger on his body. If they were right, he was in Jonny’s dream body, so these huge curves were all his fault.
“Let’s go cool off.” Jonny suggested in a slightly strained voice, it looked like it took physical effort to ear his eyes from Tony’s body.
Tony stared after him, heart pounding in his chest. He knew they couldn’t resist for long. With a sigh, they stepped into the shallows, the cool water wrapping around their ankles. Jonny was already waist-deep, his toned body glistening under the sun. Tony waded toward him, the water growing colder as it reached their thighs, a stark contrast to the heat between his legs. He was so short now that by the time Jony was up to his neck, Tony was already paddling to keep up. Jonny laughed when he saw him, and Tony pouted.
“Hey, it’s your fault I’m this small!”
“I don’t think small is the right word…” Jonny teased, eyes dipping down to Tony’s massive bust, hidden just under the water.
“Perv!”
Tony splashed him, and Jonny laughed again and splashed back. Soon, they were engaged in a full-blown water fight, laughter echoing across the deserted beach. Tony’s inhibitions melted away as they swam deeper. Jonny was a natural in the water, and his strokes were powerful and graceful.
Tony was just admiring the power in his strokes when a sudden, powerful wave caught them both off guard. Tony was sent tumbling, his new body spinning head over heels until they landed with a wet thump back in the shallows. Jonny landed atop them, his weight pressing them into the sand. For a moment, they were both still, breathless, their bodies pressed together in a way that felt both accidental and deliberate.
The air between them crackled with tension. Tony could feel Jonny’s rapid and uneven heartbeat against their chest, mirroring their own. Their eyes locked, and for a moment, the world seemed to stand still. The sound of the waves crashing around them faded into the background, leaving only the two of them in a bubble of raw, unspoken desire.
“Toni,” Jonny whispered, his voice hoarse with need.
Before they could respond, Jonny’s lips were on theirs, hungry and demanding. Tony moaned into the kiss, his hands instinctively tangling in his wet hair, pulling him closer. The taste of saltwater on his skin was intoxicating, mingling with the sweetness of his mouth. Jonny’s body was hard and warm against theirs, his thighs bracketing Tony’s hips as he shifted his weight, grinding down in a way that made them gasp.
Tony’s hands slid down his back, tracing the contours of his muscles, he was too short to reach the waistband of those boxers though and he groaned in frustration. Jonny nipped at the shell of his ear playfully, ignoring his obvious need.
“Jonny,” Tony panted, their voice thick with desire. “I—I can’t…”
“Aw, my little short stack is desperate, isn't she?”
Tony shuddered; he’d never been turned on by teasing like that before but fuck if it didn't make him wet now. Jonny’s hands were everywhere, worshipping Tony’s body with a reverence that made his knees weak. He cupped their breasts, his thumbs brushing over their nipples, already tight and aching for his touch. It was a miracle his swimsuit hadn't torn open; they were so hard against the stretched fabric. Tony arched into the touch, his head tilting back as he sucked a Jonny into the sensitive skin of their neck.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” Jonny growled, his hands sliding down to grip their ass, lifting them closer. “This is the perfect little body. With the biggest fucking curves.”
Tony’s breath hitched as Jonny's fingers traced the edge of their swimsuit. Fingers dusting over the hair that escaped. Jonny wrapped his arms around Tony’s frame and flipped them, easily pulling the swimsuit off his shoulders and shimmying it off entirely before rolling back to press his naked body into the sand. Tony’s cheeks flushed, but they didn’t protest, their body thrumming with anticipation. Jonny's lips trailed down their torso, his tongue flicking over their navel before he dipped lower, his breath ghosting over their core.
“Jonny, please,” Tony whimpered, their hands clutching at his hair.
He smirked against their skin before his mouth closed over them, his tongue lapping at their folds with slow, deliberate strokes. Tony cried out, their hips bucking involuntarily as pleasure coiled tight in their belly. Water lapped at his ankles, but Tony barely felt it. Jonny’s fingers slid inside him, stretching his passage open as his tongue sought out his clit, sucking and flicking until Tony was a quivering mess.
“Jonny… I’m close,” Tony gasped, the pleasure built unlike anything he’d ever experienced. He wanted to know what it felt like to orgasm as a woman.
“Not yet,” he murmured, pulling away with a wicked grin. “I’m not done with you.”
Tony groaned in frustration as Jonny rose to his knees, his boxers already discarded. His cock stood proud and thick. The sight of it made Tony moan; he couldn’t help it, it was like he was programmed to find Jonny irresistible.
“Touch yourself,” Jonny commanded, his voice low and dominant. “Show me how much you want it.”
Tony’s cheeks burned, but he obeyed, their fingers sliding between their legs, circling their clit as they watched Jonny's expression darken with desire. His rough pubic hair brushed against his inner folds, making them even more sensitive.
“That’s it,” he growled, his hands gripping their thighs as he positioned himself at their entrance. “You’re so fucking wet for me.”
With one slow thrust, he buried himself inside him, filling his passage completely. Tony cried out, their head falling back as they adjusted to his size. Jonny's hands tightened on their thighs, holding them steady as he began to move, his hips snapping forward in a relentless rhythm.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” Jonny panted. “So tight… so perfect.”
He leaned over, Tony had no choice but to cling to his chest. Thanks to their height difference, they couldn't kiss while Jonny was pounding into him.
He didn't care though, his body moving in sync with his, his breasts rubbed against Jonny’s body, trapped between them. The sand beneath them was rough against his skin, the ocean spraying them with every wave, but Tony barely noticed. All they could feel was Jonny, his cock stretching him open.
“Harder,” Tony begged, their voice desperate. “Please, Jonny, harder.”
Jonny growled, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more primal. He leaned over them, his weight pressing them into the sand as he pounded into them with abandon. Tony’s orgasm built like a storm, their body tightening around him as they spiraled closer to the edge.
“Cum for me, Tony,” Jonny commanded, his voice rough. “Let me feel you fall apart.”
Tony’s eyes rolled back as their orgasm ripped through them, waves of pleasure crashing over them like the ocean itself. They cried out, their body shaking as they clenched around Jonny's cock, milking him for every last drop. Jonny followed moments later, his hips stuttering as he filled them with his seed, his groans of release echoing in Tony’s ears.
For a long moment, they lay there, breathless and entwined, the sound of the waves a soothing backdrop to their ragged breaths.
“That was…” Tony started, his voice soft.
“Yeah,” Jonny agreed, his smile warm. “It was.”
Tony smiled back; his heart was full in a way he couldn’t quite explain. He waited for the awkwardness to set in, but it never did. The sun beat down on them, the ocean washed around them, and for the first time in a long while, Tony felt at peace. With Jonny's arms around them, his softening cock inside him and the taste of saltwater on their lips, things felt right.
Comments
The Spiralled Eye
The last part is labeled as part 1, I realised after uploading it that it was wrong and changed it a while back. I must have forgotten to change the documents at the bottom. I have done that for you now as well! Sorry!
Zaydin
Shouldn't this be part 3? Because the last part was also labeled as Part Two. Honestly, the last one probably should have been Part 1 since the first part was the prologue.
