[Second Person Perspective, Interracial, Yaoi, Feminization]

"Don't worry, White Boi. He'll love it."

That's what that woman said when she helped you out. What she kept telling you as she picked out more and more feminine pieces of clothing. What she told you when she bought those heels for you, the same that click softly against the ground beneath you as you approach the gym...

The same that she told you when she gave you that tattoo. The tattoo that resembled his head, a real stamp for the tramp that you had become. Even thinking about it hovering right over your ass, the same ass that was currently split by an incredibly flimsy thong and barely kept covered by an equally flimsy pair of spats...

It was enough to stain the front of those very same spats. Which prompted you to swallow your spit, so you wouldn't drool at the thought. N-No. You were... Y-You were better than that. Even though he had made you feel this way just by...

Ahh... Another stain. Just thinking of him was enough to make your Boi Clitty squirt into the tight and shiny spats. All while you felt it tighten around your Clitty...

Best not to think too much. If you began to think, you'd start squirting more. And if you squirted more, he'd notice. He'd tell you to go home...

When all you wanted was him...

But thankfully, you didn't have to go far before you reached the gym. Even if you barely felt like you belonged there...

'Build yo' Bod' Gym'. The woman that had picked you out in the street for being such a pipsqueak had told you to head down here and get some gains, even packing some proteins for you to help you out. Had she done that just to set you up with him, or was his presence all it took to slowly turn you into a pants-squirting White Boi?

You couldn't tell. Because you had squirted into your spats once again. Instead, you simply walked inside. Swaying that bouncy Boi Butt of yours, all while you felt so many eyes fall upon you...

It was bad enough when you had started out, and all of them were a mixture of either mockery because they knew you wouldn't last, or encouragement because they had been where you were. Now, when you barely looked like you belonged in a gym thanks to the slutty getup you wore..?

You could feel their lust. All these bigger men, even the boys that were no doubt going to end up like you... They were all gazing at you. Really sizing you up. To make sure they knew what you were...

But their gazes weren't enough to make you squirt. Yes, your Boi Clitty was tenting the front of your spats, but that's all. It would take more than their horny gazes to make you squirt. Because they weren't him.

They weren't the reason why you wore such a cute and tight tube top, black with a pink mars symbol printed in the middle. They weren't the reason why you wore a matching pair of spats, with the symbol now printed on one of your cheeks. Nor the reason why you had made sure to wear extra eyeshadow, or coated your lips in that thick pink lipstick...

Nor why you had forgotten to bring your water, knowing that he...

"There you are. I almost thought you wouldn't show."

There he was. Just the sound of his voice was enough to make you tremble all over...

You didn't need to lay your eyes upon him to visualize him. Your mind filled in the blank. That big dusky-skinned man who had helped you all the way. Even if his help had also led you down this path. You could just picture his black, broad chest... And those big strong arms... And... And...

You could feel your knees giving way. But he was there to catch you. "Careful now. You're reckless for going out in heels, you know?" He sounded so sweet and soft... Which perfectly matched that face of his, and how you could almost always tell that he was looking at you with such a sweet gaze...

His name was Buffalo. Which was probably a nickname, given his puffy afro-like hair that covered up his eyes, as well as the horns that seemed to stick out of his head and thus his hair. He was the very first that had greeted you when you started working out here, and...

And because of him, you had ended up like this. Well... I-It wasn't because of him exactly. More the fact that every time he held you with those big strong arms, you just wanted more... And because of Her, you kept on sinking deeper...

You smile at Buffalo, who holds you by the arm as the two of you walk over to one of the mats that had been laid out. Just as you always did...

"Remember, you still need to get your stretches in. Can't have you cramping mid-exercise, especially when I'm looking away." He always looked out for you...

But did he realize that it was because he looked out for you, that you had decided to be so brazen? He definitely noticed what you were wearing, you could feel his hidden gaze really looking at those parts of you...

Whether it was your subtly developing chest, that bubbly butt of yours, the wet bulge that he no doubt caught a whiff off... Or that way you walked with the heels on, practically begging for him to take you...

And the way he looked at you as you got down on your knees and started stretching, practically pushing your butt into the air to tempt him... He definitely noticed your stamp. He... He liked it, didn't he? She said he would, and you... Youuu....

Before you fell onto your stomach as you lost your concentration and thus lost your stance, he caught you again. His strong dusky arm wrapping around your belly, as he lowered you ever gently onto the ground so you wouldn't hurt yourself.

But you could feel it. You didn't know how you could feel it, but he was definitely looking at your stamp. Buffalo... Daddy was... Haaahhh...

He clapped. And you came just as he did, the strong sound of his hands clapping together almost making it sound like he clapped your cheeks...

"Come on. I know you have a lot on your mind, but you agreed to this routine. And until you finish today's workout, you're staying here. Got it?"

Ahhh... Daddy was always making sure that you got your reps in. He had promised you to watch over you. But your infatuation... It just made it seem like he was being extra controlling...

So you did your best. Because it's what Daddy would want for you. Making sure to stretch your body out as much as you can. While at the same time putting extra emphasis on the parts that you wanted Daddy to look at...

The parts that you had been neglecting before you came here. You were meant to be building up your body, your strength, your power by doing all of these exercises. And yet instead, all you ended up with was a fat ass and thighs that were perfectly squeezable by Daddy's hands...

And he watched every moment of it. Even as the others in the gym started to gradually leave because they had gotten their reps in, he stayed. Because he would always stay there for you. His White Boi...

Just as you came to the thought of the nickname you had earned from Daddy, you felt his arm wrap around you again. Preventing you from falling over, as he pulled you over towards one of your favorite machines. The rowing machine, where you could sit on it with him.

The only machine that was as fun to use with Daddy's help was the one where you cycled while sitting down. And that was just because he kept on massaging your thighs as he did so. The rowing machine, though?

Once you sat down, butt pushing up against Daddy's crotch? You could feel that thick thing push up against your cheeks. That manly shaft that was practically just begging to be pushed into your hole. At least, that's what you wanted him to do. But you still weren't sure if he wanted to go that far...

"That's it. You're doing good, White Boi."

His deep voice, sweet as ever, made you tremble as you pulled back. Really pushing your seat into his crotch. You could feel the outline of that trembling shaft rubbing up against your cheeks. Which just made you squirt more and more as you did your best to carry out the exercise.

Even as your arms grew weaker and weaker. Your strength was leaving you, converted into more lust for the dusky-skinned man you had grown to adore and love, all thanks to the way he handled you...

Eventually, you couldn't do it any longer. You were forced to let go, and collapsed against Daddy's chest. Panting and gasping as the sweat poured down your body. Panting and gasping as he served as a big strong pillow to support you...

"Good work. You'll get strong, just you wait and see." He was always supportive. Even if it was clear that you wouldn't end up getting strong. Not with how he was treating you.

Just like always, he lifted you off the machine. Carrying you into the locker rooms, like you were a dainty princess. Not that you disagreed with the way he held you. Having such a strong man hold you just...

Ah... Ahhhh... HHaaaahhh...

It wasn't just holding him that made you cum. It wasn't just the way he held you that made you squirt. It was also his natural scent. His manly musk was driving you mad, even as he let you sit down on the bench near his locker...

Just sitting there was enough to make you a little wetter down there. All thanks to how your thighs pinched together and nearly crushed your Boi Clitty... That, and the fact you got such a good view of Buffalo's broad and strong back. You almost just wanted to get right back up on your feet and press yourself against Daddy's well-built back...

"Good work today, White Boi." He said it again, and you lost concentration. But thankfully, your instincts were strong enough to catch the water bottle being tossed your way. Not that you could hold onto it very well, given the shocks of delight that ran through you. "Drink up. You look like you need it."

You didn't hesitate to fight back against his words, nor did you think to worry about what might be in that water. You knew what was in it. Because you had drank it so many times before.

You squeezed the water bottle and guzzled all of that water down. Feeling the subtle salty taste within. The sweet aftertaste that immediately hit your loins like a train, causing you to tremble all over again. Something thick was added to the water. Something that you had grown addicted to, the moment you got a good taste of it.

So much so that you ended up dropping the water bottle before you were even done, panting and gasping as a bit of the water ran down your cheek. Drooling down onto your squishy Boi Bust. Was it bigger..? You couldn't tell. Not while you were this madly aroused. Not while there was a heat driving you absolutely insane...

"Still dropping it, I see..." Daddy muttered as he picked it up. "What kind of water is this, anyway? Claudia said it's good for developing Bois like you, and yet..." He gave you another look...

And finally, you heard it. The sound of his shorts straining. His boxers practically popping off. You loved this part. Much like you loved Daddy above all else...

"I guess I just have to give you the rest of that protein. Open up." His voice was soft, yet firm. And of course, you didn't resist at all. You let your tongue hang out like the slut that you were. Panting as you watched him gradually tug on the waistband of his shorts...

All so that big slab of black meat could be released. That big slab of heated meat that was perfectly proportioned for a White Boi like you. The kind of meat that you dreamt about every night, especially as it would spear you and break you like it was nothing...

At first, it had been difficult to open up enough for him to fit it all inside. But at this point? You were well trained. You could handle Daddy's Dick. It just slid inside like it was nothing, your throat bulging as it took it all in...

All while Daddy gripped you by the shoulders. Slowly but surely thrusting forward. He wanted to give you your daily dose of extra thick protein, and he didn't want you to skimp out on any of it. Which was why it was going all the way into your stomach, the tip of his cock already bulging out against your stomach by the time you reached the base of his shaft...

He didn't need to thrust any deeper. Because your throat clenching down on his cock did the rest. You had been trained wonderfully, climaxing on command to make sure you squeezed the protein out of Daddy's Dick....

And as he held your head, ensuring that not a single droplet would spill, you felt all of that salty goodness pouring down into your stomach. You could feel it bloating you. You could feel your hips giving way, as you came over and over in turn. It felt so good to just submit like this. To just keep on squirting more and more in response to how he was packing your stomach full of cum...

"That's it. That's my White Boi. Swallow it all. It'll make you grow nice and strong..."

You loved it when he called you that. You loved it when he guided you into doing more and more depraved things. Because he knew that it was right for you. He knew what was best for you at all times.

Which was why you didn't resist as he pulled his cock out. You only deserved so much cum to use as protein. There was another hole that also needed the right kind of treatment. The kind of treatment that only a truly dominated White Boi could provide...

You could feel every inch of your body trembling in combined delight as the cock slid out of your mouth. Just as you could feel your cock growing limp from how much impotent seed had been squirting out and staining your spats. You were practically about to collapse and pass out right then and there...

But like every other day you spent training with Daddy, you hooked your hands under your knees... And you spread your legs once you laid down, bringing emphasis to the second womb-level tattoo right above your crotch, with the same style as the tramp stamp over your ass... But also revealing the hole between those cheeks of yours. Ready to be pressed into the bench and mated like the slut you were.

You could feel Daddy's delight as he gazed upon you. Though you couldn't see his eyes, you didn't need to. Daddy was always looking at you. Daddy always loved what he saw from you. Because he had trained you like a good White Boi should be.

A scream left your lips. A delightful scream. All thanks to the thick shaft that pushed its way through your spats and into your ass. That thing that immediately ruined your anal canal like it had done so many times before.

You had trained to tighten up so he could enjoy this that much more. And your training had paid off yet again. Because the intense feeling of being spread out was ramming through you again. And again. All while he grabbed onto your thighs and thrust deep into you.

The feeling of having his Big Black Cock scrape against the walls of your ass felt divine. It made you cum over and over again. Even though you couldn't really squirt any longer, as your Boi Clitty had run completely dry from all those prior orgasms. Leaving you to dryly climax over and over as he pounded you like always...

You weren't just being pounded by Daddy. No. You were being bred. Like a White Boi should be. That Big Black Cock ensuring that you filled your natural role...

Being pounded like this by Daddy. Being put in your place. You barely remember how you got here. You didn't care how. All that you cared about was how good it felt. And how good Daddy must be feeling when he was buried within you.

If She was here, she would probably be teasing you. Telling you how much Daddy loved seeing you squirm. How much he loved to see you drool and gasp like a weak White Boi was meant to. How much he loved to breed you. And while most of that was no doubt true...

The thing that really brought you over the edge, especially as you felt the rumbling sensations of Daddy's Dick about to cum inside you? It was the smile on his face as he thrust as deep inside as he possibly could. He enjoyed this just as much, if not more than you did. Ahh... Ahhhhh...

You came again. So much so that you barely even registered the sensation of being filled with yet more of Daddy's white hot seed splattering inside. Barely even registering that something started to click inside your well-trained body, to coincide with how bloated you looked. How overly pregnant you looked, with all of that seed sloshing around inside you.

Daddy Buffalo shifted you onto your stomach. All while you could hear him pant a little too. He wasn't done. And neither were you, despite how much you had been through. He still had to breed you. Still had to plant his seed inside you.

As he had done so many times before. Every time making you more and more likely to end up truly pregnant. And all the while, making it harder and harder not to dress up like a good slut for Daddy....

In a way, being with Daddy Buffalo really had Built Your Bod. And as he began to thrust again, preparing to impregnate you for real this time. Preparing to put you through even more difficult exercises, to prepare you for a new life...

You couldn't wait to be at his side, as his Pregnant White Boi Bride...