[Futanari on Male, Genderswap, Attribute Theft, Hypnosis]

"T-This is the place that she recommended, right..?"

A young man stood outside a very expensive looking villa. All while looking at his phone, and the messages that his girlfriend had sent him. She had been rather absent lately, and told him that he probably needed to go get some treatment from a special therapist. So he could be a bit more manly, just as she liked her men. She had always been rather outgoing and demanding, so this was nothing new. He just wished she would've told him in person.

The young man was named Michael. And he was very normal, by all accounts. Soft black hair, no real muscle yet no real fat either. He was just very plain and boring. And yet he had somehow managed to score a very nice girlfriend, even if said girlfriend was now currently busy not being near him. But that was fine. She was probably just busy with her studies or whatever occupied her. So it was fine for him.

As for this place, it seemed a little... Strange? At least, he didn't expect a therapist to have such an expensive looking house. Not only that, but it seemed really... Empty, looking at it. Did somebody really live here? He hadn't wandered off to one of those houses that just got bought up by the establishment to raise prices in the area?

"My my. Aren't you a cute white boy. Like what you see?"

A sensual and sweet voice echoed through Michael's ears, one that came from up above. He quickly looked up, and was shocked to see a black woman looking down at him. A black woman with long, sensual and thick golden hair. As well as a pair of smooth golden lips, plus a sweater that kept her nice and cozy. That was all that he could see from this angle, prompting him to stumble and stagger forward so he could get an even better look at her.

The first thing he saw when he turned around was that she was chuckling at him. Fair enough, he had been spooked by her. But beyond those deep golden hues that had been applied to her lips and her hair, the towering black woman seemed rather nice. The sweater she wore was very large, maybe even a little too large considering he could barely make out her curves. And the jogging pants she wore also made her look really unassuming. That and... W-Well, she thought that he was cute, so it was kind of hard to think straight.

She couldn't help but chuckle a little as she saw him blush so deeply. "It's okay if you stare. But you were here for something more than just my body, weren't you?" She chimed, as she gently let her hand slide through her hair. "Something special for a nervous young man like you, who needs a bit more confidence?"

Ah. Ah! Right, yes, confidence. Therapist. Girlfriend. Yes. Right. He got distracted by her gentle looking body, so his task had basically just slid out from his head. But she reminded him. "Y-yes. I'm here for a special session that's supposed to help me grow more confident and manly... A-Are you the therapist my Girlfriend recommended?"

"Indeed. My name is Sandra. You must be Michael. She's told me all about you." Sandra chimed, winking as she walked towards the gate that blocked off her villa. "Come on in. I'll brew you a cup of coffee, then we can begin your session." So welcoming, despite the fact that she barely knew him. Even if she had heard so much...

Michael certainly didn't want to turn her down. Especially as he watched her walk towards the villa. It was... It was very distracting. Not just because she was so pretty, though that certainly didn't help matters.

No, it was because she was showing off her ass. Her pants were sagging just enough that he could see her plump posterior peeking out over the waistband... And he could even see the leopard printed thong that she wore, which was really doing a good job at getting wedged in between those two juicy cheeks. He couldn't stop staring, and definitely couldn't stop his boner from being popped.

"C'mon, Michael. If you stare so much, you'll miss out on what you're really here for." Sandra chimed without turning around. In fact, she encouraged him to stare even more. All thanks to how she slapped her ass, knowing that his eyes were glued to them. The sound of her hand meeting her ass did kick him into gear, prompting him to follow after her as much as he could...

She was just so pretty. Maybe... No, definitely prettier than his Girlfriend. He had never really gotten acquainted with a black woman like her, especially not one that tall. But maybe he should've gone shopping and tried to bond with another woman like her. Maybe he could've enjoyed some dark chocolate... T-Though saying all of that was a little too naughty. Reducing women like her to chocolates... G-Gosh...

Once they had made their way inside, Michael stood and waited patiently for his cup of coffee. Mainly because he was still a little too nervous to sit down without being offered a seat. Oh... But he never did tell her how he liked his coffee. Maybe he should've. That would probably help her in the long run too. Knowing what kind of coffee people liked was definitely something that a therapist could use...

"There you are. One cup of coffee with plenty of milk." Sandra chimed, as she put the cup down on the living room table. All while going off to take a seat in her very personal chair, blowing a bit on the surface of her black coffee.

He... He wasn't the biggest fan of milk in his coffee, if he had to be honest. But at the same time, he didn't want to complain and act like he was entitled. He was a guest in her home. A guest that needed to experience her special treatment. So he quietly took a sip from the cup once he was sure it had cooled...

Michael could feel something thick in the coffee. Had the milk gone bad? No, he was probably just imagining things. So instead, he drank as much of the coffee as possible. Even if it made him feel weird. Even if he could feel his loins tingling from the heat of downing an entire cup of coffee at once...

Sandra chuckled as she watched him, before gently resting her hand on her cheek. "How'd you like it?" She asked with a soft smile on her face. All while watching the young man wobble back and forth from drinking his coffee. "Looks like it might've been a bit too strong for you, if I had to make a guess."

"I-I don't know. I-I can usually handle coffee..." Michael muttered, as he slowly staggered towards Sandra. "M-May I take a seat..?" He asked, blushing on his cheeks. He wanted to take a seat on the couch, but his current state of mind made it hard to emphasize where he wanted to sit, So it sounded like he wanted to end up on her lap. What a naughty place to ask to sit...

Sandra merely smiled. She had no issue with this. She even spread her legs a little to make it easier for him to sit, which he greatly appreciated as he took a seat on her lap. Blushing all the while. Taking a seat on somebody's lap like this was definitely a little much. But it was also very nice. It just kinda felt nice to sit there...

Huh... It kinda felt like there was a bump where he was sitting. That had to be his imagination, right..? Yeah, definitely... Definitely nothing bad at all...

"So, Michael." Sandra said, wrapping one arm around him. Just so she could pull him a little closer, and he could find a much better seat on her lap rather than barely between her legs. "I hear that you've been missing your Girlfriend. That you keep worrying that she might be up to something while you're not there. Is that right?"

Michael swallowed a little as she accused him of being a bit clingy. It wasn't quite wrong. He just wanted to make sure that she was alright. Nothing more than that. "I-I... W-Well, K-Kind of." He muttered, as he gazed down. "I-I just worry that I'm not good enough for her. I worry that I let her down, and that's why she's not home..."

"It's a very reasonable thing to worry about, Michael. Especially when she just hasn't shown up for weeks." Sandra said, as she patted him on the head. Slowly but surely nuzzling his cheek. "But have you ever considered trying to track her down? Surely you must've been curious. She did send you all sorts of pictures, didn't she?"

Ah. Those... Those pictures. The pictures of his Girlfriend wearing shorts and a very lewd tube top that had that weird spade on it. He didn't understand what it meant. All that he understood was that it made him feel things. "M-Maybe. But I didn't want to intrude on her fun. If she's having fun without me, then I shouldn't stop her. She's her own woman. I shouldn't tie her down, just because I'm nervous about what she gets up to." He sounded so anxious. So insecure. And yet he also sounded relieved by being in this big black woman's arms... Panting a little, gasping as he felt extra warm...

"My my. You're just letting her run around without knowing what she gets up to." Sandra said, giggling a little as she reached her hand further and further along the boy's body. Into his pants, which were growing looser by the second. "But that's okay. I know how to handle somebody like you, Michael. Somebody that thinks it's okay to leave his Girlfriend to her own devices. Where she might just get stolen away from you."

"W-Wha-" Michael gasped as he suddenly felt her hand squeezing around his bulge. His rather lackluster bulge that was getting a smidge smaller the more she grasped it. It felt... It felt really weird to have her squeeze him like this. But he didn't do anything to stop it. He didn't do a thing...

It felt so good that he didn't notice anything else happening below. Like that bump he felt before suddenly forcing its way through his thighs. Like that very same bump now grinding against his thighs, all while the heat inside him grew stronger and stronger. Wh-Why did he feel so hot, and why did it feel so good to have his bulge manhandled by somebody so much bigger than him...

"You heard what I said, Michael. Stolen away from you. Like I did to your Girlfriend." Sandra's tone was as sweet as ever. But it had this dominant edge to it now. Especially as she kept fondling his bulge. "You can't believe the noises she made when I first broke her in. I popped her cherry, you know. Made her all sorts of addicted. Just as you will be. For forgetting to keep track of your Girlfriend..."

Her words were intoxicating. And as she brought emphasis to the way that she'd make him addicted, his bulge throbbed. Prompting him to gaze down, and that's when his face was completely swallowed by his blush...

There was a big black cock grinding against his thighs. A cock that was at least three sizes bigger than his own. A big black slab of meat that made him tremble even further. It was... H-Haahh... H-He didn't know what to do when he looked at it. What was he meant to do when faced with something like this..?

"You know you want it." Sandra spoke, and Michael trembled in turn. All while she pecked him on the cheek once again. "And I can make you want it even more. Here. Let's start dealing with this problem between your legs. So you can experience exactly what your beloved Girlfriend went through."

As she finished, she began to thrust her hips back and forth. Gyrating the poor young man in the process, all while her cock started to grind against his crotch. Every thrust back and forth seemingly made more and more of that bulge shrink...

Sandra wasn't even keeping her hand on his crotch any longer. She just used her cock. Letting it slide up and down. Slowly eroding his size. All while Michael could naturally climb off her and get free. She wasn't even holding onto him. Just letting her cock do the trick. And yet...

He just let it happen. His poor cock tenting his pants, with the tent shrinking bit by bit. All while he moaned more and more. His pleasure growing, despite his manhood disappearing. It was a humiliating paradox to be a part of. And yet... It just felt so good....

The more that his cock shrunk, the more his body started to shift in kind. His black hair grew longer as it took on the same golden hue as the black woman that was dominating him. His ass growing thicker, flossing his underwear as it turned into a thong that was even thinner than the one that Sandra wore...

His lips plumped out, and his thighs turned extra thick. If his cock wasn't on the verge of disappearing, it would be almost impossible to get to it regardless. Because his thighs would trap it and leave him unable to touch himself...

It wasn't just his cock that was disappearing. It was his masculinity in general. Every little pint vanished as he felt her grinding up against him more and more. He should try to get away... But it felt so, soooo good... B-Black cock like this really made his white cock tremble, and... and..!

Poor Michael let out a tender moan as he ended up cumming from all the stimuli running through him. This would serve as his very last orgasm with his cock, as it really just let him squirt out a bunch of useless and runny ejaculate that didn't even have the ability to leave anybody pregnant. He was well and truly feminized, especially compared to the big black cock and the woman that held him and dragged him deeper...

His existence as a male didn't last after that. His very final cry as a man echoed out as his cock inverted into an incredibly drenched pussy. His... Her pussy. And with her transformation into a woman having nearly completed, the last few touches were added.

The most obvious change being her tits. Compared to that pitiful cock she had before, a massive pair of melons sprouted from her chest, each jiggling and bouncing as her top turned into little more than a pair of spade-themed pasties printed across her nipples. She wanted them to be abused. She wanted to be used and abused and put in her place. Like the slut that she was at heart.

Right above her brand new pussy, and right above her thong-flossed ass, a pair of Queen of Spades appeared. Showing her devotion to the black woman that was currently ruining her. Showing that she was completely and wholly subservient. Especially as she felt that cock pressing against her pussy....

"Time to break you in." Sandra whispered into her ear. And that was all it took to make Michael cum. Her feminine slit was already leaking so much, and the flow of juices only intensified as the cock found its way into said hole.

It didn't take very long for the new female to cry out in pure pleasure. Orgasm after orgasm wreaking havoc on her mind. She wanted to make it stop. But she also wanted it to keep going. She wanted to indulge in the delight that she felt from it. Until the moment that she broke completely. She just wanted it to keep going...!

She came and she came and she came. Over and over. All while Sandra kept on pounding her. Over and over again. Filling her with so much meat that her pussy would never be able to hold any other kind of cock. Only a true she-stud like Sandra would be able to satisfy her. Was this... Was this what her Girlfriend had gone through..?

G-Girlfriend..? Who... Who was that again? Michael... No, Slut didn't really know who she was thinking of. It was too hard to think when she was being pounded like this. Memories, thoughts and everything in between just being forced out of her. All while she came again...

Only as Sandra came inside her did she end up being pushed beyond her limits. The poor girl let out an intense scream that left her completely and utterly tuckered out. Collapsing against her new black owner, completely fucked senseless....

All while the Therapist grinned down at her. Happy to have converted another useless boy...

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"Good morning, Sluts!"

"Good morning, Mistress!"

It had been a few weeks since Slut arrived at her Mistress' Villa. And after she had been given the special treatment, she could never be happier. Especially once the other Sluts arrived and filled out the villa.

There were so many Sluts just like Slut. All of them had golden hair, all of them had golden lips, and all of them had the Queen of Spades that decorated the spot where their wombs were, as well as having one stamped right above their asses. All of their bellies were full of young, guaranteed to be black like their Mistress. And they were beyond delighted to carry her spawn.

Slut, of course, didn't realize that the girl standing beside her was her Girlfriend. She just saw her as another one of Mistress' sluts. She was a little envious, honestly. Since that Slut had been used enough to the point where she had given birth once before. But it was okay.

Mistress had helped her throw away her useless manhood. And she had become an adoring and extra pregnant Slut. A slut to black cocks, and a happy Slut all in all.

Ah... To be owned by Mistress was the best...