24. Week 7 Part 7

Written By Laristopa .

Apologies for mixing up the excerpt with the last chapter guys! Maybe my eyes were swirled from some special goggles, just like Chrissy's in this chapter!

Chrissy gently hopped out of Brad’s Jeep once they were back in his driveway. Miss Valentine’s Escalade was parked at a sharp angle and waiting ominously. He flipped his messy, blonde curls behind his shoulders and slung his purse over his arm. Brad’s rough face-fuck had really done a number on Chrissy. His hair was all out of sorts, his makeup was dripping, and his face was sticky. He walked with discomfort due to the bloated object still lodged between his legs. He needed to clear out that tampon!

He anxiously followed Brad up the driveway to the front door. Brad gave him a quick swat on his ass before pulling the door open and motioning for him to enter. Chrissy felt his apprehension fade beneath Brad’s touch and giggled while strutting through the threshold. The fear immediately returned when he met the emotionless gaze of Miss Valentine standing at the edge of the foyer with her arms crossed.

Chrissy’s stomach dropped. Something was terribly wrong! Miss Valentine looked so much older! Chrissy guessed she was somewhere in her mid to late forties! Her skin looked saggy and wrinkled in a way that it wasn’t before. Chrissy’s mouth fell open. It had only been a half hour or so since they had argued; how was this possible?

Her cold, icy tone came out sounding a little older and haughtier, “Are you ready to apologize yet, young lady?”

Chrissy froze in the threshold and sucked in a cloud of air freshener. He was taken completely aback and didn’t know how to respond. His mouth listlessly opened and closed without making any sound while his eyes shot to the floor.

She tapped her foot and turned her head in annoyance. Her freshly worked hair swayed like silk, but the sides of her eyes were carved with noticeable crow's feet.

She scoffed, “If you aren’t ready to treat your mother with respect, I suggest you turn right back around.”

Still flabbergasted, Chrissy stayed in the threshold, stuck in place.

Brad poked his head in and smiled, “Hey, Mrs. V.”

Miss Valentine rolled her eyes and responded curtly, “Hello, Bradley. Please tell my daughter she can come home when she’s ready to apologize.”

Brad put his hands onto Chrissy’s shoulders and spoke softly, “Mrs. V, Chrissy was just telling me how bad she feels about your argument on the sidewalk. She said she feels awful, but she’s too scared to tell you. You know how shy our little Chrissy can be!”

Miss Valentine’s voice softened, and she tried to meet Chrissy’s downcast eyes. “Is that true, Chrissy? Are you sorry for acting like a spoiled brat?”

Chrissy's head was spinning. Like, literally, his vision was beginning to spin. He needed hydration, and he needed to get out of this confusing situation! To that end, he nodded his head slowly.

Miss Valentine’s softened voice tempered a bit, “I need to hear you say it, Chrissy, or it doesn’t count.”

Chrissy whispered with a squeak, desperate to get pink water, “I’m totally sorry I, like, acted like a brat, Mom.”

Miss Valentine smiled. Her top lip had wrinkled striations while laugh lines dug into her cheeks.

She beckoned them into the foyer, “Apology accepted! Come on in, you two. Chrissy, you need to get some water, and Brad, you need to put your 'special ingredient' into Chrissy’s afternoon shake!”

Chrissy clicked forward, still shell shocked by Miss Valentine’s rapid aging, while Brad followed behind and responded awkwardly, “You don’t need to worry about that, Mrs. V; I already gave Chrissy my, um, ‘special ingredient’ directly down her throat on the car ride here.”

Miss Valentine cocked her head to the side and examined Chrissy as he approached. She giggled and spoke in a mocking tone, “I can see it on her face! I thought yesterday was a fluke, but...in the car? Really, Chrissy? And you claimed you weren’t a slut. Tsk, tsk, that’s textbook slut behavior, young lady!”

Chrissy prepared to huff angrily before nearly toppling over, barely managing to catch himself on the wall. The spinning in his head intensified, and his vision started to get fuzzy. He NEEDED PINK WATER!!

Noticing his rapidly declining balance, Miss Valentine procured a water bottle and handed it towards Chrissy.

It was shaped like a dick, but that didn’t matter in the moment, and Chrissy instantly began sucking the straw with all his strength. The sweetness of the pink water filled Chrissy’s mouth, and he swallowed the entire bottle without stopping. While sucking, the image of Brad’s cock suddenly flashed in Chrissy’s mind. He wasn’t even horny anymore; why was he imagining dick? Regardless, the image faded, and he let out a satisfied *ahh* while his vision and head returned to normal. Dehydration was a bitch!

He pushed away from the wall and held the penis-shaped bottle in his delicate hand. Was this some kind of joke? He looked at Miss Valentine for an answer, thankful that she’d provided pink water but confused at the vessel.

Miss Valentine smirked, “You seemed to love sucking cock so much yesterday that I thought I’d buy you a water bottle shaped like one.”

Chrissy growled and threw the water bottle across the foyer. He threw it like a girly girl with no concept of how throwing works, and it didn’t go far, but the point was made.

Miss Valentine’s smirk soured into an angry scowl. Chrissy gulped, and his eyes shot to the floor. He had to stand his ground on this one! He was not a cocksucker!

Miss Valentine warned, her voice was low and menacing, “If you don’t pick that up RIGHT NOW, I swear to GOD I’m going to—”

She was interrupted by Brad, who lightly jogged across the foyer and collected the water bottle. He brought it over to Chrissy, who was huffing and puffing with his arms crossed over his chest.

Brad bent down and spoke gently, “Listen to me, baby. Fighting with your mom isn’t worth it. Don’t give her the satisfaction of making you feel humiliated because that’s EXACTLY what she wants. We both know she’s going to make you do it anyway, but you can take her power away by not caring. Besides, the only people that’ll see you drink from this are her and me. I’ll just imagine you’re fantasizing about me while you’re doing it. Honestly, it’s hot as fuck for me if you look at it like that! We’ll have completely turned her game on its head!”

Chrissy contemplated Brad’s words while taking the bottle from his hands. He felt the plastic cock resting in his dainty fingers and felt Brad’s presence towering over him. Brad was right; letting this rattle him was exactly what Miss Valentine wanted out of the situation. She had really become a spiteful bitch! Chrissy was DEFINITELY not a cocksucker OR gay, but drinking from this penis-shaped bottle and imagining he was sucking his boyfriend's cock was a funny way to get back at Miss Valentine!

Chrissy held the penis bottle aloft and chirped, “I totes, like, need more pink water then!”

Brad grinned and escorted Chrissy to the kitchen. Chrissy stuck his tongue out at Miss Valentine while walking and gripping his new bottle. She looked pissed! Chrissy knew re-framing the bottle as a relationship builder for him and Brad was the right move.

Chrissy dropped his purse, plopped down on the stool, and crossed his legs while Brad filled the penis bottle and retrieved the afternoon shake from the fridge.

Miss Valentine slinked into the kitchen with an angry frown plastered across her face. Chrissy felt confident enough to meet her gaze for the first time in a long time. He made a point to suck on his penis bottle while she watched just to spite her. The image of Brad’s throbbing manhood flashed through Chrissy’s head while doing so.

Chrissy giggled towards Brad like a love-struck schoolgirl while swallowing the vanilla and salt shake. He was even standing up to Miss Valentine now! Chrissy savored the shake but definitely missed the ‘special ingredient.’ Thankfully, with his stomach recently receiving its fair share of ‘special ingredient,’ it didn’t get angry with him that the shake was lacking.

When he was finished, Miss Valentine collected the empty glass, still glowering over recent events. Chrissy was sure to suck on his penis bottle while she was looking. Once again, the image of Brad’s hard cock flashed in his brain. His lips grinned from around the cockhead; he was showing her, alright!

Chrissy winced as the ridiculous bloat from the fully engorged tampon was still swollen between his legs. He excused himself and waddled to the tiny downstairs restroom, feeling both Brad’s and his mother’s eyes tracking him as he moved. Once alone, he unzipped his jeans and pulled them along with his lacy panties to the floor. He squatted over the toilet bowl and tugged at the damp white string. He felt the mass of engorged material sliding slowly downwards until it slipped out with an audible *plop*. Chrissy grimaced with disgust at the red-tinted mass that reeked of female arousal. He couldn’t believe his body had produced it! Flipping the fully corrupted tampon into the nearby trash can, Chrissy gently dabbed himself dry before nestling his thong and jeans between his legs. His cameltoe was as visible and damp as ever. Chrissy giggled to himself, knowing Brad would probably LOVE to see it. He briefly considered putting in another tampon but decided against it as his bleeding seemed inactive.

The sound of the front door opening echoed in the foyer, and Chrissy hopped off the stool to see who it was. He saw Sapphire and Daddy entering through the threshold.

Sapphire was wearing very little. Namely, the shortest, spaghetti-strap, black, sequin dress imaginable. It was a few centimeters from showing her panties—if she was wearing any! She also wore shiny black heels and long, flashy earrings. Her black hair was loose down her back.

On the opposite end of the spectrum, Daddy was wearing a lot of clothing, starting with baggy blue jeans, white sneakers, a long white button-up shirt, a fur coat, and a white-brimmed hat.

Sapphire smiled and waved towards Chrissy but yelped quietly when Daddy smacked her nearly exposed ass.

Chrissy returned the wave and smile, then yelped quietly when Brad smacked his jean-clad ass. He turned and playfully swatted at Brad while chirping, “Quit it!”

Sapphire spoke cheerily, “Yo, Chrissy, how you been, girl?”

Chrissy shrugged, sipped from his penis bottle, and fantasized about Brad’s dick before answering, “Oh, um. I can’t, like, complain, I guess?”

He noticed Daddy leering at him with a hungry, wolfish grin on his face. Chrissy felt the tightness of his jeans and the seam digging into his slit once again. The expression was somewhat unsettling, and he was glad Brad was by his side. Brad was twice the size of Daddy; there was nothing to worry about!

Brad suddenly walked towards the basement. He glanced over his shoulder and smiled at Chrissy while giving him a thumbs up. He advised, “You do your doctor stuff, baby girl. I have a whole day of lifting to make up for. I’ll be down here hitting some heavy weight. Let me know when Doc is done with her stuff, okay?”

Chrissy nervously twirled his blonde curls and forced a smile on his face. He didn’t want to take away from Brad’s workout time. Besides, Miss Valentine wouldn’t let anything bad happen to Chrissy, right?

Sapphire watched Brad leave and turned back to Chrissy when he was gone. The dynamic in the room instantly shifted, and Chrissy felt a distinct power imbalance. He was defenseless! Daddy didn’t look so small once Brad was no longer in the room. In fact, he looked huge and frightening!

Chrissy looked over his shoulder, hoping Miss Valentine was there to be his champion, but she was sitting at the kitchen table, absently staring at her wrinkled hands.

Sapphire prepared to speak but stopped as Daddy slapped his hands on her shoulders and applied downward pressure. She followed his desire and dropped to her knees, facing away from him.

She met Chrissy’s gaze and spoke, “I heard you was havin’ sum trouble focusin’? I seen’t this prolem’ a lot with workin’ girls, they’s got dick on they brain 24/7 an’ it make everythang ‘sides fuckin’ real tough.”

Daddy shoved Sapphire by her shoulder blades, and she launched forward, landing hard on her hands. She pressed her torso lower and pushed her ass up towards Daddy. She kept her expectant gaze squarely on Chrissy. Apparently, this was standard procedure for Sapphire, and Daddy’s actions hardly registered to her.

Chrissy felt awkward carrying on a conversation with somebody preparing to...have sex? He honestly wasn’t sure what was about to happen. Despite that, his mind searched for an answer to Sapphire’s question. It was true, he HAD felt very distracted lately...and his mind WAS shifting more and more to...lewd thoughts. He sucked on the bottle and watched Brad’s cock flash into his vision once more. Perhaps she was right? Was it becoming a problem? Clearly, somebody had noticed it and informed Sapphire, so it must have been!

Chrissy watched as Daddy’s jeans hit the floor and his fat, black cock sprung out. Chrissy averted his gaze, partly because Daddy was still leering at him and partly because he wasn't really interested in seeing Daddy's dick.

Chrissy answered shyly, “Um. I, like, guess so? I dunno, I totally, like, can’t control my thoughts, you know? It’s whatever.”

Sapphire opened her legs as Daddy slid her dress up and over her ass. Turns out she wasn’t wearing any panties! She shook her head, causing her hair to sway back and forth as she responded, “It ain’t whateva! I seen’t girls that think they’s fine an’ then they lose theyself chasin’ dick fo’ the rest’a they lives. I got the cure fo’ seein’ yo’ boyfriends pale little cock in yo head all the time!”

Chrissy thought it through. Were the thoughts becoming more intrusive? Were they becoming more frequent? Were they becoming more intense? He was pretty sure the answer to all three of the questions was yes. He hadn’t thought about the endgame on that kind of stuff. He always figured he’d go back to his normal self when production was done—but would it be harder to correct things in his mind? Perhaps Sapphire was onto something... This seemed really bad! He needed some help before it was too late!

Daddy dropped to his knees and angled his erection towards Sapphire’s unobstructed, pink pussy. She adjusted her stance even further until her tits were squishing against the floor and her vagina was as fuckable as she could make it. Still staring directly at Chrissy, Daddy plunged inside Sapphire and started pounding her with an aggressive *PLOP* *PLOP* *PLOP*.

Chrissy folded his hands in front of his tiny, white crop top and nodded. His voice was barely audible over the rough fucking, “O-okay, Sapphire, I kinda don’t want that to, like, happen to me, if that makes sense?”

Sapphire grunted and endured the pounding while snapping her fingers. Daddy reached into the pocket of his fur coat and procured Sapphire’s crystal goggles, which he tossed across the foyer. Chrissy managed to fumble the goggles due to his awful coordination. They bounced off his delicate fingers and skipped across the tile. He teetered over and bent at the waist to collect them, trying to block out the sounds of fucking.

He swayed towards the new couch while holding his penis bottle in one hand and the goggles in the other. He still couldn’t believe Miss Valentine had thrown his old one out!

He sat down and shifted his ass. At least the new couch was comfortable! Miss Valentine appeared from the kitchen and rolled her eyes when she noticed Sapphire, who was busy groaning into the floor while dripping around her pimp’s pistoning dick. Miss Valentine approached the couch and frowned at Chrissy while he petulantly sucked at his penis bottle and ignored another flash of cock.

She whipped out her laptop and pointed to the goggles. Her voice was quiet, “Put those on, Chrissy. Honestly, I was the one that told Sapphire you had a problem. I’m worried about you. I know we have our differences, but—” She was cut off by a loud spank and an animalistic moan, which echoed through the foyer. She waited, then continued, “I care about you a lot, okay? I’m worried about your obsession with Bradley and his...manhood. He’s a loser, and this isn’t normal behavior, Chrissy. Sapphire says this therapy will help you shift your thoughts to something more productive.”

Chrissy scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Yeah, whatever, Mom. You don’t, like, understand us, okay?”

Miss Valentine sighed and pointed to the goggles again; her voice was a little more firm, “Put those on, young lady, or I’m banning Bradley from the house for a week.”

Chrissy gasped, and his chest fluttered. “No, you wouldn’t!”

Miss Valentine sat back and crossed her arms. “Try me.”

Chrissy put down his penis bottle and secured the goggles around his curly blonde hair. He’d already been through the goggle shtick twice; he wasn’t about to lose access to his boyfriend over some hypnosis bullshit! He slid the goggles over his eyes, and the light diffused into a million little fractals. The goggles activated and began to swirl in a mystifying spiral.

The screen lit up, and the swirling fractals of light were filled with millions of projections of ‘Friends.’

Chrissy’s brain turned fuzzy almost immediately, and he entered a hypnotic state. This time, however, he didn’t fall asleep like he normally did. Instead, he stayed in a half-conscious state. More sections of his brain remained active and receptive to what occurred next.

 The fractals pulsed with new images and text that flashed quickly.

Chrissy’s mind was fed image after image, command after command, all in rapid succession. He couldn’t look away, couldn’t turn his brain off, couldn’t think about anything else. He heard the sex occurring behind him on the floor of the foyer and was coherent enough to project the image in his mind. The pleasured screams of Sapphire and the dominating grunts of Daddy bounced around his head and coupled with the images he was seeing. If the new information was to be believed, Daddy’s big black cock was giving Sapphire pleasure that Chrissy had never experienced. Daddy’s dark, sinewy body and long penis flooded Chrissy’s mind. He’d initially been disgusted by Daddy, but now he was a little curious. The constantly flashing images reinforced Chrissy’s curiosity and urged him to explore it further.

Another set of images pulsed into the deepest recesses of his semi-conscious brain. The images controlled his thoughts and injected him with new ideas. Daddy’s menacing leer was reframed in Chrissy’s mind. Daddy wasn’t some predator; he was just horny and wanted to get to know Chrissy better! He was a black bull searching for a suitable mate. It may have initially appeared as though Daddy was disrespecting Sapphire by using her body like a sex doll and pushing her around, but he was really doing the most respectful thing he could, which is to take control, dominate, and spread his virile, African seed. Sapphire was right to submit to whatever Daddy thought was necessary and fill her role as his vessel! Chrissy could use his body to serve Daddy, too! Was that the right thing to do?

His brain felt like it was being actively microwaved, and he melted into the couch. Listening to the throes of orgasm, fantasizing about the black dick responsible for it, and seeing millions of swirling, pulsating, flashing hypnotic images reprogrammed and reorganized Chrissy’s brain piece by piece.

The images changed once again, and Chrissy’s mouth watered while his chest fluttered.

The powerful centers in his brain overseeing his deepening addiction to semen were uncovered and accessed. The image of Brad’s white cock was recalled in Chrissy’s head as the current source of relief from his spiraling addiction. Brad’s manhood gave him comfort, stability, and his much-needed fix.

Chrissy felt a presence approaching him and was completely powerless to move away, much less fight back. Millions of fractals of pulsating black dicks coalesced into a million images of one black dick.

It dripped with thick semen and glistened with girl cum. Chrissy could suddenly smell Daddy’s dick directly in— *ZAP* Her face and heat began rushing between her legs. The sight and stench of an active, readily accessible BBC flooded both Chrissy’s mouth and pussy with liquid, preparing her body for use. The deep-seated image of Brad’s white dick blurred a bit while her mouth opened, begging to be entered and filled. The pulsating images returned, once again steadily and systematically reprogramming a semi-conscious Chrissy while the thick, erect African dick in front of her slid into her drooling mouth. The goggles accessed her pleasure centers and turned on the spigot. Having dark meat shoved down her throat was suddenly associated with the most pleasurable experience imaginable, and Chrissy’s prosthetic vagina was absolutely gushing. Any remnants of Chrissy’s heterosexuality were being systematically converted by Daddy’s relentless thrusting to a hopeless addiction to big black cocks!

A small dollop of virile seed sent Chrissy’s heart racing as the addiction centers in her brain were introduced to their new goal. The image of Brad’s white penis as the ideal partner faded. Daddy slowly thrust himself between Chrissy’s lips. A few more drops of cum squeezed out and further corrupted her ideal partner to be darker—much darker. The swirling hypnosis combined with the cock in her mouth and the semen sliding down her throat was just too much. Her mind was quickly succumbing to BBC, and her ideal penis was reemerging as a thick, black ramrod. Each successive thrust, each additional inch of African meat probing Chrissy’s mouth, made her increasingly incompatible with white men. Even her memories of time spent with Brad were corrupted. She remembered feeling underwhelmed with his penis and even considered it kind of pathetic. Her recollection increasingly painted his actions as more and more beta as her opinion on white men soured.

It continued for a solid hour. Chrissy was completely sunk into the couch with Daddy’s black dick sliding in and out of her mouth while she absorbed intense hypnosis in a hyper-aroused state. She was powerless to do anything but experience it all. Her fake pussy was red hot, the front of her jeans was soaked, her diamond nipples were visibly poking into her tiny white crop top, and her body dripped with sweat. After the first hour, Daddy withdrew himself and stepped away. Chrissy pouted, and her stomach churned. His fat, black dick flashed into her head as the ideal sexual partner, and she yearned for another taste.

When Daddy was gone, ‘Friends’ returned, and the fractals of the goggles buzzed with 90s sitcom nostalgia. Chrissy’s arousal lessened every time a white man was on the screen (which was VERY often) until he could feel his penis return. He enjoyed the show, but he didn’t really see any of the characters as particularly attractive. The only thing that spiked his interest, sexually, was the intermittent assault of rapidly flashing images of BBC coupled with the activation of his pleasure centers. It kept his brain in a constant push and pull between Black and white men. She’d be flooded with images of black cocks and filled with pleasure hormones, then shown ‘Friends,’ and the hormones would be shut off. On and off, on and off, on and off for several more hours.

With her brain no longer under constant assault, Chrissy was able to let her mind wander. It seemed that the intense hypnosis was not only implanting new preferences and thoughts but also memories and experiences. Chrissy reflected on one of her earliest memories as a young boy at some family members' wedding. Chris wore a handsome little suit and danced with a little girl. She remembered the googly-eyed onlookers encouraging her to continue dancing and imploring her to kiss the girl, which Chris did. The collective ‘Awwww’s’ that rang out were enough to keep the memory lodged staunchly in the ‘good memory’ section of the brain. As she let the memory waft through her head, however, an assault of hypnotic images suddenly corrupted and changed it. Chrissy wore a pretty party dress and danced with a little boy at some family members’ wedding. She remembered the googly-eyed onlookers encouraging the boy to kiss her. If the grownups wanted it, she wanted it too! She recalled the young boy pressing his lips into hers and relishing in the positive affirmations lauded on her by the crowd. Being kissed by boys was good and formed the basis for a pillar of female heterosexuality in Chrissy’s brain.

Multiple other instances of social engineering attached to the pillar and strengthened it. Chrissy’s memories of prom turned from a suit and tie with a girl to a puffy dress and a boy, sleepovers with the boys talking about which girls were the hottest inverted and became sleepovers with the girls talking about the cutest boys; identifying with the man in a man/woman kiss in movies became identifying with the woman. Hundreds of examples were slowly and subtly changed in Chrissy’s brain while she swirled in the goggles.

While previous hypnosis sessions and phone games had subtly changed her sexuality, this session really solidified Chrissy’s heterosexuality and galvanized it against regression. Without some serious changes, Chrissy was now only able to see men as a viable romantic option and women as…competition. Specifically, the hypnosis made sure to emphasize Black men above all else.

When the goggles were finally deactivated, Chrissy lifted them off his eyes and took a deep breath. It was dark in the room, and everything was spinning and spiraling. He brushed his curly blonde hair out of his face and stared at a spot in the ceiling. He felt around the couch with his delicate fingers and located the penis bottle. He lifted it and sucked deeply at the pink water within. A meaty African cock flashed in his spinning brain as he drank. A tiny flush of arousal rushed to his soaked loins, and the heavy stench of feminine arousal wafted around after several hours of near-constant lust. The bottle felt a little bigger and thicker in his hands, so he finished a hearty gulp and pulled it away to see.

His bottle had changed! It was noticeably thicker, longer, and blacker...and better. He glanced down while his vision slowly returned to normal and saw his tits had jiggled out of his crop top. His puffy, juicy nipples stuck out from his wide, pink areola. Chrissy carefully adjusted the top to cover his chest just as Miss Valentine approached and offered him a hand. Chrissy accepted her offer and was soon on his heeled feet.

Miss Valentine furrowed her nose as she looked down at Chrissy. “Jesus, you smell like an open fish market, Chrissy! Do you remember what happened?”

Chrissy pressed his thighs together defensively but couldn’t hope to counteract the puddle of girl cum soaking his pants. He shook his head and answered softly, “Um, not really? I sorta, like, remember seeing a lot of Black guys and—I don’t know.”

Since he had only been semi-conscious, the details were mostly lost on Chrissy, and he struggled to recall the majority of the session. He remembered ‘Friends’ and didn’t think Ross and Rachel made a very good couple. He hoped they wouldn’t end up together. But, other than that, it was mostly just distorted memories of Black guys and their massive—

Chrissy shook his head to clear the cobwebs. He needed some sleep; he was starting to go crazy!

He slowly made his way to the kitchen, testing his wobbly legs in the process. They held up, but fatigue was starting to take its toll, and they felt like cinder blocks.

Sapphire called from the foyer, “Ayo, Chrissy! Me ‘n Daddy be headin’ out! Talked to yo’ mama and lil’ boi-friend while you wuz out. Gon’ have some shit ready fo’ yo’ skinny white ass next week!”

Chrissy turned and waved at Sapphire near the threshold. His eyes quickly shifted to Daddy, who watched him hungrily. Chrissy felt his breathing intensify and his nipples hardening beneath the dark stare. Daddy grinned confidently and subtly nodded his head in Chrissy’s direction. Daddy wasn’t done with him, and Chrissy knew it. Chrissy bit his lower lip and turned on his heel, trying to ignore the obvious arousal budding between his legs. He nervously lifted his penis bottle and sipped from it, letting the image of Daddy’s erection briefly flash in his mind. Imagining himself in Sapphire’s position was suddenly…appealing. Whereas before Daddy’s overbearing, disrespectful actions would have felt demeaning, now Chrissy knew he would have relished in it.

Chrissy took his seat at the counter and crossed his legs. His damp thighs squished together, and he worked to get his heart and breathing under control. Miss Valentine watched him with concern but soon had Chrissy’s dinner and pills resting next to his discarded purse.

His mouth watered. Soul food! He dug into the flavorful plate and savored every bite.

It was laden with fats and starches, so it wasn’t long before Chrissy was feeling rather full. Regardless, he powered through until the plate was cleaned. He lightly tapped his taut stomach and felt his food baby gurgle in response. With the meal finished, he tipped the paper cup and swallowed down his nighttime pills with a swig of pink water and a flash of African cock.

Miss Valentine grabbed Chrissy’s plate and took a second to run her slightly wrinkled hand through his long, golden hair. She looked at him lovingly and bent down to kiss the top of his head.

Chrissy shooed her away and complained, “Mom, quit it!”

She giggled and dropped his plate in the sink just as Brad emerged into the kitchen, gleaming with sweat.

He grinned and tore off his headphones; his deep voice nearly shook the walls. “What’s up, babygirl? I just had a fantastic fucking lift! I’m feeling HUGE!”

Chrissy smiled and scanned his boyfriend up and down. He WAS huge and manly, but...he couldn’t quite place why Brad wasn’t looking as sexy and hunky as he normally did. Was the lighting bad in the kitchen?

Brad stomped over and frowned, “Everything good, Chrissy?”

Chrissy nodded and answered in a soft coo, “I’m kinda, like, SUPER tired. It’s totally been a long day, you know?”

Brad’s smile returned, and he bent down, attempting to kiss Chrissy on the lips. Chrissy moved to do so but turned his head at the last second so Brad could only plant one on his cheek. He just...wasn’t feeling a kiss on the lips with Brad right now. Brad’s face contorted in confusion, and he stood up. He scoffed and stomped towards the door, which slammed shut.

Chrissy tried to reconcile his feelings in his head while Miss Valentine yawned and shuffled towards the foyer.

She called over her shoulder, “I’m going up to bed, Chrissy. Please take a shower before you get to sleep. I don’t want your sheets smelling like a sushi bar.”

Chrissy sat by himself in the kitchen for a minute, contemplating everything that had occurred. It was a real whirlwind of a day! He slid from the stool, collected his purse, and lugged his heavy legs into the foyer. Ugh, stairs!

When he prepared to conquer the stairs, however, Chrissy noticed something glistening from the tile of the foyer floor. It was directly where Sapphire and Daddy had been fucking.

His heart fluttered quickly, and his loins activated. He glanced up the stairs suspiciously and saw that Miss Valentine was already in her room, probably getting ready for bed. His eyes shot back to the sticky mess dotting the floor. He wanted to have a clean house, right?

Chrissy tiptoed across the floor and collapsed onto his knees. The smell of black semen filled his senses, and *ZAP* Chrissy’s stomach churned with desperate need. She bowed her head to the tile and lapped up the cold, sticky seed like an addict. It stuck to her tongue, and she greedily swallowed it down, fantasizing that Daddy’s erupting cock deposited it in her mouth organically. She sniffed out every last drop like a literal bitch and guzzled it down her throat. Her tummy radiated warmth and pleasure all around her body, and, as usual, her prosthetic vagina pumped out lubrication. 

After swallowing Brad’s cum nearly every day for weeks, Chrissy was clearly able to distinguish the subtle differences in taste. Brad’s semen was salty and familiar, while Daddy’s was stronger, thicker, and…tastier. Daddy’s seed worked like an aphrodisiac, and Chrissy desperately lapped up what little remained while unconsciously bouncing his hips up and down, mimicking Sapphire. When there was nothing left to consume, however, the horny feeling slowly faded, and Chrissy was left on the cold tile, feeling the hunger for fresh cum building once again.

The feeling of his pathetic, white penis slowly returned as he rose to his feet. He mounted the staircase, thankful that nobody had witnessed his shameful display, and swayed past Miss Valentine’s room to his own. He opened the door and felt the weight of the day finally hit him.

He tossed his purse onto the bed and sat down. He removed his heeled sandals, peeled off his soaked jeans, and the lacy black thong. The tiny crop top came next, and Chrissy’s titties flopped out and pulled on his chest, unsupported. He swept his blonde curls from his face and lay back, wishing he could just go to bed without having to do all his normal routine! He was so tired, and it was so much stuff!

Chrissy crawled across his bed and located his clear, plastic shower heels, which he slipped into. He tottered naked to the bathroom with a feminine sway, feeling his changing body moving differently than before. Once inside, he laughed at his destroyed makeup before catching himself and feeling embarrassment from having been seen like that! He had to be better about protecting his makeup moving forward!

He removed the makeup quickly and jumped into the shower, where he used all his normal, unlabeled products. He flicked his hand against the seam of his prosthetic, reassuring himself that everything was going to go back to normal and none of this was permanent. Feeling the seam just above his groin kept his mind grounded. He was still a man beneath it all!

Out of the shower, he dried himself and applied his nightly moisturizer. He then brushed his teeth, combed his long, damp, blonde hair, bit down on the mouth guard, and attached a nose strip. He stepped back into his bedroom and located a pink and black lace babydoll and a thong on a hanger by the bed.

Chrissy wished he could go commando like he used to, but his sensitive body simply wouldn’t be comfortable without some sort of covering. He slid the pink and black lace panties between his smooth legs. As usual, the triangle of fabric tightened against his crotch while the string rode up his hips and wedged into his ass. The feeling was relatively normal now, and Chrissy didn’t register a wedgie as unusual or uncomfortable in the slightest. He donned the lacy babydoll. His breasts rested in the cups and sagged the material down, gushing around the holes in the fabric while his wide areolae were barely covered by the tiny strips.

He carefully nestled into bed, being sure to kick off his plastic heels as he did so. His thigh brushed against a hard object beneath the covers, and Chrissy’s cheeks reddened while his genitals warmed. His dildo was still hiding in here! He pulled the toy into the open and gasped. It was longer and blacker!

Chrissy lustfully ran his eyes up the dildo. It was anatomically correct, alright! Bigger, thicker, and BETTER than his old one! He was so caught up with his newest toy that he didn’t bother wondering how it got there.

Chrissy lifted his phone and gleefully searched through his apps for ‘Big Cock Mansion,’ eager to try out his new dildo.

But...he couldn’t find it! He checked again—still nothing! He searched through the full list of his apps and located the place where it should have been in the B’s, but…

He saw a new app in the same spot called ‘Black Cock Mansion.’ The icon was just a very detailed black penis. Chrissy clutched *ZAP* her new toy, and clicked the app. She was soon back with all the manly men of the mansion she knew and loved but found they had a much more...African complexion. Her brain fogged over, and she hypnotically fucked herself silly on the black dildo while fantasizing about dozens of BBCs flashing all over the screen. They looked so much hotter this way!

After a few hours of feverish schlicking, Chrissy’s pathetic penis returned to reality, and he fell into a...dark sleep.

Laristopa .
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