This chapter may not be as intense as the last one. However, I believe it paves a way to Laristopa’s favorite chapter of the month, ‘Week 8 Part 6,’ which will be released in the next two weeks!

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The rest of week 8 was normal except for some weird brain activity. Chrissy dealt with bizarre spurts of alien thoughts and feelings at random times. She found herself scratching listlessly at her lower belly as if there were something beyond smooth skin to touch. As the week progressed, this phenomenon became less common. Aside from a little mental anguish and confusion, Chrissy’s daily routine had become second nature.

Wake up, mouth guard, pink water, flash of black cock, air freshener, wet spot, dildo, plastic heels, rocking hips, chrome nameplate, bathroom, hair combing, hair curling, teeth brushing, moisturizer, nose strip, bedroom, workout clothes, underwear, bra, new heels, earrings, makeup, nail polish, mirror posing, hallway, locked door, staircase, Silas, kitchen, greeting mom, crossed legs, small breakfast, pills, pink water, flash of black cock, workout, tasty shake with ‘special ingredient,’ spoonful of peanut butter, shower, new outfit, heavier makeup, downstairs, flower headphones, hypnotic television, nap, feminine dreams Wake up, sweating, pink water, flash of black cock, kitchen, small dinner, pills, foyer, Silas, upstairs, naked, nightie, teeth brushing, hair combing, moisturizer, nose strip, mouth guard, ‘Black Cock Mansion,’ dildo, orgasm, sleep.

Notably, on Thursday Chrissy and Miss Valentine returned to the gym without Brad present to cause any issues. Chrissy’s experience in the women’s locker room was more mundane and normal. She was just a young woman among a group of other women.

Chrissy quickly noticed that she felt actively repulsed by white men. She didn’t want to talk to them, be friendly with them, or even look at them. The thought of romantically engaging with a white guy caused Chrissy to gag. On the other hand, she found herself constantly distracted by any Black man that she saw. Her cheeks flushed, her vagina moistened, and she could barely stop herself from offering her quivering pussy to every African king. Her mind declared that her proper place was at the feet of Black men, presenting her white cunt like a submissive bitch in heat. She was thankful that the cum-filled shakes were keeping her libido under control, though she worried that without them she wouldn’t be able to stop herself. This was made readily apparent when Chrissy found her gaze resting for far too long on a bulge in the pants of a homeless Black man panhandling outside the gym. It took significant mental effort to stay focused and head inside without making a horny detour. Miss Valentine seemed to encourage the behavior and actively pointed out men that Chrissy hadn’t yet noticed.

The week passed quickly, and Chrissy periodically worried about Logan, Daddy, and Sapphire’s assertion that she would join Sapphire for a day as a prostitute. She still didn’t know if they were serious! She also became more and more familiar with her inflated lips and learned to eat and speak properly with them.

On Saturday night, Chrissy laid in bed with her normal sleep mask, nose strip, and mouthguard. She nervously stared at the ceiling. If she woke up and pretended like nothing was going to happen, maybe it wouldn’t? She didn’t want to be around a bunch of prostitutes! She wanted to relax on Sunday! She sighed around her mouth guard and lifted her phone. It was out of her control, so she just had to hope everything would work out in the end. Chrissy booted up ‘Black Cock Mansion’ and glided her favorite toy into her very operational, very sensitive vagina. After her second orgasm, Chrissy fell asleep and dreamed about offering her body to a group of hung African tribesmen.

Chrissy woke to her alarm on Sunday at 8:10. She spit out her mouthguard and sucked down a mouthful of pink water, prompting a thick BBC to flash in her head. Sliding her feet to the edge of the bed and brushing against a crusty wet spot, Chrissy secured her plastic heels on her tiny feet.

After getting to her feet, Chrissy swayed across the floor with her fluttery pink babydoll swishing against her skin. Two shiny bows covered her nipples while a pink thong tightened around her vagina. Very little of her skin wasn’t showing, and Chrissy tossed her long blonde hair to the side.

Once in the bathroom, Chrissy began her routine. She washed off her sleep mask, removed her nose strip, moisturized, brushed her teeth, and then combed and curled her hair. She curiously tugged off the nightie and let it fall to the ground. Marveling at her body, Chrissy shook her busty tits and watched as they jiggled hypnotically. These definitely didn’t look like they belonged on her seventeen-year-old body!

Her eyes traced down to her hips and ass, which had substantially widened and fattened. They too looked like they belonged on an older, more mature woman. Her hairless snatch was nestled between thick, milky thighs.

There was no mistaking her body for anything but staunchly, unquestioningly female. She turned and bent at the waist just to take in the full effect. Her soft, damp labia were nestled around her slit, which was situated just below her puckered asshole. Her perineum was tiny, just like most other women.

Chrissy felt pride in her curvy body as she stared between her legs at the ultimate symbol of femininity. But her pride quickly changed when a spike of confusion flooded the back of her brain and she snapped upright. Her hand moved towards her flat tummy and stopped short. Trying to reorient her confused brain, Chrissy glanced down into her heavy breasts and felt their weight on her shoulders and back. These jiggly fun bags were part of her. She traced her hands down her matronly, birthing hips. This flared pelvis was part of her. She lightly twerked her fat booty. This ghetto ass was part of her. Finally, she looked once again at her swollen labia and giggled. This cunt was part of her.

Her brain quieted at the reassurance of examining her body. Every part was riiiiiight where it was supposed to be! To further cement the sensation that her body was working as intended, she shifted to the toilet and flopped down, feeling her thighs, hips, and ass overflow the seat while her pendulous breasts weighed heavily on her shoulders. She shifted her hips and relaxed her bladder to blast the toilet water with an unfocused stream of female urination. The sound emanating between her legs was a quivering *FRUSH* that would have sounded totally normal coming from the stall of any women’s restroom in the world. When her business was finished, Chrissy wadded some toilet paper and dabbed her glistening labia.

She stood and tottered back to the bedroom with some pep in her step. She plopped in front of the vanity and felt her ass and hips overflow this seat as well. Rummaging through her nail polish, Chrissy decided on a color and went to work applying it. It wasn’t long before her longer nails were painted a shiny pink.

Focusing on her face, Chrissy expertly applied a thick layer of cosmetics, including foundation, powder, blush, eye shadow, mascara, and lipstick. The makeup enhanced her femininity and youthful appearance, including her augmented lips and big, innocent green eyes. Though her body looked curvy and mature, her face was anything but.

Chrissy collected a handful of blonde hair and secured it in a top-style ponytail but allowed the rest to fall down her shoulders and back. She had a substantial amount of light, healthy curls that, even divided, her hair still had plenty to go around. The final touch was a pair of big golden hoops that she secured into her ears. They pulled down on her lobes and gleamed in the light. Chrissy stared at the final product and gently rubbed her smooth, narrow jaw.

Happy with her appearance, Chrissy swept across the bedroom to the door, where she collected her outfit for the day. She tossed it onto the bed and examined what she had. High-waisted, light purple yoga pants and a pink boob tube. No underwear, no bra. She lifted the outfit and searched underneath it just to be sure she wasn’t missing anything.

Chrissy shrugged it off. By now, she was very comfortable with tight pants and skimpy tops. The lack of underwear wasn’t a problem, but she did worry about the absence of a bra. Her girls were heavy and difficult to keep under control!

Pushing her concerns aside, Chrissy made her way to the closet, where she found a pair of tan, ankle-strap heels and a white clutch purse with a strap. Her keen fashion eye was positive they’d complete the outfit. Returning to the bed, Chrissy sat and tugged off her plastic heels. She placed them neatly by the bed and hiked the purple yoga pants up her legs. Shaking her hips and dry humping the air seemed to be the only effective way to force the pants to move. Once in place, Chrissy noticed that, as usual, they were impossibly tight and bared all her female business to the world via an obvious cameltoe. She next attached the tan, ankle-strap heels onto her tiny feet before standing and slipping the boob tube over her head. It was so tight against her tits that Chrissy found herself struggling to breathe properly. It was strapless and left the entirety of her upper torso bare. The material was somewhat thin, so the outline of her braless chest, nipples, and areola was visible.

Looking at herself in the mirror one last time, Chrissy fiddled with her top and pants to better cover her taut stomach. They were just short enough to leave a bit of tummy showing, though the real eye-poppers were her outlined boobs and indented cameltoe. She didn’t bother trying to pull it out, knowing any attempt would be futile.

Shouldering her clutch, Chrissy took a few minutes to ensure her room was immaculate before making her way to the hallway. She passed her mother’s locked door and navigated down the stairs. Silas was sprawled out on the couch watching 100 inches of women’s MMA. Chrissy rolled her eyes as she passed—such a barbaric, pointless “sport.” It was baffling to her why any woman would get involved with fighting like that. In her mind, men were the strong, violent ones, and combat sports should be left to them! Imagining herself punching and being punched sent another strange inkling into the back of her brain. She made a quick attempt to scratch her lower belly before shaking the thought away and making it into the kitchen.

Miss Valentine was finishing up breakfast and turned to Chrissy with a smile. She wore a blue shawl over a white bikini. Her face was wrinkled, her nose looked like it had some work done, and she even had gray roots.

Her mature voice warmly welcomed, “Good morning, sunshine! Are you excited to follow Doctor Sapphire around as she engages with patients? I’ll admit I had some misgivings because the medical field doesn’t seem to align with your trajectory in life—seeing as you didn’t graduate high school and all; but Logan insists it’ll help you be a better actress, so...I’m all for it!” She flicked her eyes to Chrissy’s outfit and continued, “I thought I’d give you something comfortable to wear, as I’m sure you’ll be wearing a lab coat for most of the day!”

Chrissy gulped and nodded nervously as she dropped the clutch, sat on the stool, and crossed her legs. Was her mother deluded enough to actually continue believing Doctor Sapphire was a real doctor? Was she paying attention to LITERALLY anything that went on in the house?

Miss Valentine set a plate in front of Chrissy and kissed her on the top of the head as she spoke, “I know you were upset that Silas got a tastier breakfast than you, so I tried making you the same thing with a little smaller portion. I hope you like it!”

Chrissy felt her heart gushing at her mother’s gesture. She was always so good to her! The food looked yummy, even if it was a tiny portion.

Chrissy cleared her throat and chirped, “It looks, like, super good, Mom! You’re the freaking best!”

Miss Valentine acknowledged her daughter with a nod before yelling towards the foyer, “Silas, breakfast is ready!”

Seconds later, a disheveled Silas shambled into the kitchen. His frame was tall and lanky. His blonde hair and stubbly beard looked unkempt and greasy, while his clothing appeared worn and wrinkled. Chrissy watched him stumble through the kitchen. His eyes looked glazed over, and he was completely out of it, almost like a zombie.

Miss Valentine laid a much more substantial plate in front of Silas, who sat down and began scarfing his food wordlessly. She also placed a paper cup with pills in front of each of her children. Both dutifully downed their morning pills without any fuss. Chrissy saw a flash of BBC when she sucked her water bottle, but the meal was otherwise uneventful.

Once finished, Miss Valentine collected Chrissy’s plate while tightening her shawl around her mostly naked, mature body. Before they could exchange anything further, the sound of a horn blaring from the driveway drew their attention. Silas didn’t react to the car horn at all, while Chrissy felt her stomach drop at the intruding noise. It appeared that her 'ignore it and hope for the best' strategy wasn’t going to be viable. This was really happening.

Miss Valentine lifted Chrissy’s clutch and held it towards her. “Go ahead, honey. I’ll be at the beach with Logan if you need me. I’ll try my best to keep him happy. Make sure you do whatever Daddy and Sapphire want so they tell him you were a good student. If we both do what we’re supposed to, you'll be starring in a REAL movie before you know it!”

Chrissy accepted the purse and smiled weakly towards her mother. She was tempted to inform her about the real nature of Sapphire’s profession but decided against it. This was Chrissy's problem to work through, and she was prepared to take on anything.

Confident in her body and style, Chrissy shouldered her purse and strutted to the foyer with her heels clicking on the tiled floor. She inhaled a big cloud of air freshener while mentally preparing herself for whatever was about to happen. Surely, Daddy and Sapphire wouldn’t make her do anything illegal. She was just a teenager!

Her contemplation was cut short by another set of honks. With no time left to stall, Chrissy stepped through the threshold and nervously approached the 1975 maroon Cadillac idling by her mother’s white Escalade.

Sapphire hopped out from the passenger’s seat, and Chrissy saw she was dressed in her slutty black skirt and bikini top combo. The string of her thong was riding up her hips, and her young face was heavily made up.

An excited grin spread across her face as she waved and motioned for the open door. “Come on, Candy, let’s go! We already late!”

Chrissy furrowed her brow and clutched her purse string as she neared. Why did Sapphire just call her Candy?

Noticing her confusion, Sapphire explained, “You ain’t wanna use yo’ real name when you workin’ them streets! Daddy say you gon’ be Candy so you Candy.”

Chrissy shrugged and ducked into the Cadillac. It made sense to use a pseudonym. She passed Daddy, who was laid way back in his seat. He stared at Chrissy like a predator that had finally trapped its prey. He had Chrissy under his control, and they both knew it. She hated to admit that she found Daddy extremely handsome. His confident, strong, black body activated sexual parts of Chrissy’s brain that she couldn’t control, and she half-wished Daddy would jump to the back seat and give her some...company.

The white leather interior was soft and comfortable, though the back seat didn’t have any seat belts. Pushing her attraction to Daddy aside, Chrissy crossed her leg and tapped her foot nervously while Sapphire sat in the passenger seat and the vehicle backed down the driveway.

Chrissy stared out the window and watched as they left the neighborhood, then passed by the bubble tea shop and the hair salon, which were both in a relatively decent part of town. The streets were maintained, and the clientele were generally normal people. However, it quickly changed as the journey continued. The road became more and more decrepit with each passing street, the buildings looked rundown and ugly, trash and refuse piled up, and all manner of bedraggled homeless shuffled around.

Chrissy knew she wouldn’t be able to keep herself safe on these streets, and if they stopped here, she would be completely reliant on Daddy for protection. She didn’t even know where they were, let alone how to get home. Maps and directions were foreign concepts, and Chrissy no longer knew north from south!

Daddy slowed the car, and Chrissy noticed curious eyes probing into the vehicle. She wished the windows were tinted and sank down to avoid unwanted attention. Why did Daddy have to have such a unique vehicle that drew everybody’s attention? Chrissy loved attention, but not from homeless drug addicts!

Daddy parked the car on the street next to a liquor store. Chrissy looked out the window and gulped. She was definitely in the ghetto now.

Daddy turned and faced Chrissy with a blank expression; his voice was stern and came out like an order: “Aight, let’s go Candy. We gon’ get you ready fo’ yo’ big debut. Sapphire got sum stuff you gon’ put on.”

Chrissy looked down into the cleavage of her pink boob tube and whined, “Wh-what’s, um, wrong with my outfit?”

Daddy answered sternly, “We got’sta change sum’ shit ‘bout you cuz you look like an uppity white girl actin’ like she own the place. Ain’t no ho owning no place.”

Chrissy tugged at a strand of her blond hair nervously and responded, “But I’m not, like, ACTUALLY picking up clients, right?”

Daddy chuckled, “Candy, Candy, Candy. You still actin’ like you a good girl when the streets know you wanna be a bad ho. You ain’t foolin’ nobody in here.”

Chrissy crossed her arms and huffed. She didn’t need to take this! She wasn’t a prostitute like Sapphire!

Seeing her attitude shift, Daddy’s voice hardened and became downright harsh. “I can kick yo’ fat white ass out my car an’ tell Logan you wuz unwilling an' bein’ a bitch. That what you want, ho? Ain’t no prolem’ fo’ me. Good luck gettin’ home an’ gettin’ into a movie after that!”

Chrissy’s eyes shifted out the window. The prospect of walking alone through the streets was frightening. She didn’t know how to get home. Could she muster up the courage to ask for directions? It was still light out; could she count on people seeing her and choosing not to cause her any trouble?

Chrissy's brain churned. The cell phone! She opened her purse and pulled out her lifeline.

She had never been so happy to see her cute pink cell phone. She didn’t need Daddy at all! Activating the screen, Chrissy scrolled down to her mother’s contact information and prepared to call.

Daddy spoke with a softer tone, “Yo’ momma with Logan right now, ain’t she? What you think she doin’ fo’ her baby girl? You gon’ call her up cryin’ how you can’t last one hour? She do everythang fo’ yo’ ungrateful ass.”

Chrissy stared at the word ‘Mom’ on her phone screen and hesitated. Chrissy’s memories of high school and girlhood flashed in her mind while the image of Miss Valentine’s smiling face filled her with positive emotions. Her mother was out there doing whatever she needed to do. Could she really give up, just like that? She contemplated.

Sapphire piped up, “Come on, Candy. I ain’t gon’ let nobody hurt you. You gon’ be home safe’n’sound in a couple’a hours.”

Chrissy sighed and shut her screen off. It was only a couple of hours. Who knows, maybe nobody would come around? She couldn’t abandon her mother like that, and Sapphire and Daddy would keep her safe. She just had to grin and bear it. Just a few hours!

Daddy pointed to the seat and ordered, “Leave yo’ purse in here, Candy. You don’t want them clients stealing yo’ shit.”

Understanding his logic, Chrissy agreed and slipped the strap from her shoulder. It was the same logic as utilizing a pseudonym. The less connected she was to her real name, the better; and the ID and cell phone in her purse could pose a problem if stolen. She neatly laid her purse on the seat and stared down at it. It felt like she was leaving behind her identity as Chrissy because once she left the car and separated from her purse, she was completely at Sapphire and Daddy’s mercy. Not only would she not know her location, she wouldn’t have a cell phone, proof of identity, or access to money without outside help.

Nonetheless, when Sapphire stepped out and opened the door, Chrissy reluctantly followed and made her way into the street. She peered around timidly and felt very out of place as a teenage white girl wearing expensive brands. Sapphire collected a black bag from the trunk and motioned for the liquor store entrance. Once they had cleared the road, a loud humming from Daddy’s engine sounded, and he zipped down the decrepit street, leaving Chrissy and Sapphire alone.

Without Daddy, Chrissy immediately felt vulnerable. She turned to Sapphire, who was already halfway to the liquor store entrance. Her tiny black skirt barely hid her bouncing ass. Not wanting to be left completely alone, Chrissy jogged after Sapphire, not noticing that her running had become a very feminine, rocking strut with an exaggerated swaying of her arms.

The interior of the liquor store was exactly what Chrissy expected: low quality, messy, and dirty. A ‘Restroom’ sign hung on the far wall with one lane of dusty shelves leading to it. Standing in the aisle were a scruffy-looking Black man wearing a grimy wife-beater and a disheveled-looking white man wearing a trench coat.

They turned to examine Sapphire and Chrissy as they walked in. Sapphire acknowledged them with a cute little wave, though their attention was mostly fixated on Chrissy. The men looked like they were confused and surprised by Chrissy’s presence.

She could feel their uneasiness because she stuck out like a sore thumb. It was as if her cleanliness, clothing, and uppity attitude set her in a higher echelon compared to her surroundings. Without doing or saying anything, she was automatically in a higher tier, a higher quality woman than this sad excuse for a liquor store or its disgusting patrons deserved.

The feeling of superiority filled Chrissy with a perverse confidence, and she turned her nose up as she and Sapphire passed. She barely paid the men any mind and pretended not to care. The white man reached up to squeeze Sapphire’s barely covered breast while the Black man gave Sapphire’s butt a tiny swat.

Sapphire giggled and spoke over her shoulder without stopping, “You boys are rowdy, huh? We gon’ freshen up. If ya’ll is lookin’ fo’ a date we gon’ be hangin’ by the street corner out back in a lil’ bit.”

The men smiled at Sapphire lustfully. Chrissy passed them without so much as a single touch. They didn’t even make an attempt. It seemed that her aura of superiority made the grubby, low-quality men keep their hands to themselves. Slutty Sapphire may have been fair game as she was obviously a whore that belonged among the low-quality men, but Chrissy’s high-tier status made her virtually untouchable.

Sapphire opened the bathroom door for Chrissy, who gasped as she entered. Even for a ghetto liquor store, the bathroom was ghastly! The only light in the cramped room came from a spiderweb-covered, dingy window near the ceiling. There was graffiti strewn all over the grimy tile walls and all manner of sludge caked on the floor. It was impossibly stuffy, and the stench of decaying feces filled every square inch.

Chrissy furrowed her nose while Sapphire closed and locked the door behind them. She tossed her black bag to the floor, where it landed with a gritty squelch. Sapphire opened the bag and began rifling through it. Chrissy stood and watched nervously. What did Sapphire plan on doing to her?

30. Week 8 Part 4

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