White man into black woman
Halloween had surely arrived, but there weren’t many grounded leaves or whistling winds. Instead, here in Virginia, it only appeared as if summer had been extended several more weeks. It was a Friday, the day on which the lonesome Barry decided he’d finally take a day off from work and focus on his personal life for a change.
Returning home from the supermarket, he unpacked his groceries while listening to a sports podcast, chuckling at the humorous commentary. His idle enjoyment was cut off, however, when the voices he’d been absentmindedly listening to were suddenly muted. Turning around, ready to resume the audio, his eyes were snapped to the finger of a pale, shapely brunette sitting on the counter, who seemed to be… sculpting herself… from the shape of a tangerine!
"AAAHHH!" shouted Barry, scampering a few steps back. "What the… what the fuck?! What are you doing in my house?!"
"Oh wow, another surprised one,” responded the invading woman rather apathetically, mocking a yawn. “Spice up the encounter."
Barry nearly choked on his own spit, prompting a false sigh from his uninvited guest. Finally, he was able to word out the question "Who… who are you?"
The lady was quick to reply. "Just your everyday sorceress, shapeshifter, and wish-granter. Oh and I can tell you’re totally lonely... so lonely — wow! — that you’ve been fantasizing about becoming a girl so you can hook up with lesbians!"
Barry’s eyes widened just as fast as his heart sank past his stomach. "Sheesh, you’re 25 and dreaming things up like you’re 15…" she continued. "Not that that’s all bad though... I’m probably one of the lesbians you’ve been pleasuring yourself to."
"U-uh… what? How do you… how do you know this…?" inquired Barry sheepishly.
"Wish-granter," she reaffirmed with a bouncy tone. "Third part of my unofficial job description? Can't grant wishes without knowing what they are, and telepathy is a big help. Anyway, I’m here to give you that opportunity..." A dramatic pause deafened the room.
"Fifteen minutes. I get my daily orgasm, and you lose the v-card."
Before her, the one she’d intruded upon stood so still he could be a sculpture. He had absolutely no reason to follow along with what this mysterious beauty was suggesting, but against any remaining shreds of his logic, he nodded.
"How about you and I get somewhere comfortable, and we really unfold this discussion."
"Oh, y-yes. Uh, my bedroom? It’s not the cleanest r-right now, kind of a work-in-progress, you know? Here I-I’ll lead you to it… my place isn’t that big…" stammered Barry with a twist in his gut, but the thought of a scrawny, introverted man like himself finally being presented with an opportunity to pipe a smoking hot vixen was just too good to squander.
…not too long later…
"No worries... Barry, I think? I’m totally clean and even sterile." As she strode behind him, Barry looked back to see that with every step her breasts slightly expanded in size. She slid onto the bed to join the scrawny man, asking one more time for consent.
"Yeah, I-I’m Barry. And… I consent," he affirmed weakly after much deliberation, only to feel the frost of stress melt away at the perfectly warm touch of the woman next to him. She grinned as her outfit reshaped along her skin... soon it had been reduced to white lingerie instead of all her downy designer... but Barry didn’t even notice until his clothes changed too... no... more like disappeared. Within seconds he was left stark naked.
"U-um!" he peeped, looking down at his nude, lanky, hairy form. Broken from his trance, he tries in vain to cover himself even though he knew it was no use. He swiveled his head to eye the brunette who only smiled back deviously, proudly flaunting her augmented assets and lovely lace. Grinning seductively, she put her hands on Barry’s shoulders, and they both realized instantly that something about his skin was being ever-so-gradually altered. "Oooh yeah, now just breathe deeply..."
Somewhat startled, he glanced down at his hands and viewed his skin turning… darker... The warm tide washing over him once again, he smiled and shuddered, a love of the change already ingraining itself within his psyche. The ordeal was too enthralling for him to close his eyes and miss it, so they remained open, but the rest of his body was tranquil and meditative.
"Pretty sexy isn’t it? Now I’m just gonna..." She stretched herself over him, pinning him to the headboard of his bed. Her consistency was like taffy, as Barry was able to observe, which fired up his arousal. Before he knew it his lips were locked to hers as felt his face get a little plumper, his shoulders tingling as his hair lengthened down his scalp and to his back.
The mystical being ran a hand through what was now coarse, raven, wavy hair. Amidst the kiss Barry experienced the plumping of his lips to a very soft, delightful caliber, causing him to attain more pleasure from the kiss. Then with a slight shudder, his collar crunched inward to begin the development of a female skeleton. His eyes finally sliding closed, he surrendered himself to the euphoria of his company’s touch, as well as the touch of the magic dancing through his every cell.
She eased off the kiss to rub her hands along Barry’s torso... it almost immediately became not only effeminate but for once in his life, weight was added to it. He began to moan in elation, his internal wiring running at high voltage. His arms slimmed down as his voice pitched up, and then the fun really began. With intense pulses of pleasure to his thighs, they thickened and smoothed, all body hair gone... in fact, wherever he had brown skin, save for his head, there was no longer body hair.
His legs sculpted into womanly silhouettes down to her feet, which shrank in size to accommodate for smaller ankles and calves. Only extending its reach to his butt after the warm force reconfigured his limbs, the divine heat never strayed from Barry. He could sense every little shift happening to him, and each change was incredibly pleasurable.
"Oh yeah, oh sweetie, I know you love this. Look at how chocolatey you are... Ooh so smooth..." cooed the brunette as she groped his ass. Barry’s moaning grew more intense when she fondled his rear, squeezing and teasing as it grew too big for her hands to retain. The feeling of all that new mass was incomprehensibly amazing to Barry, and it left him with a knockout ghetto booty.
His face is stroked once again by the delicate fingertips of his admirer which causes its shape to become soft and feminine. His wider eyes even gained a bit of mascara. But then his chest is touched by the same hands and it instantaneously becomes more sensitive. "Time to give you some big tits to match that fine ass... you’ve always wanted to feel what it’s like to lactate... haven’t you?"
"Who… who are… yOuUummmhhh…" Barry tried to ask, an erotic moan seizing his question. "Y-yh-yes… gawwwd yesss I wanna… mmmhmmm…" Her hands moved faster on his chest as lovely pillows emerged, becoming round and tender. His nipples darkened and enlarged, the very tips lengthening as a result of his arousal. The last of his voice finally warped to speak at a few octaves higher and it developed a slight ebony accent.
Before he could speak his new boobs suddenly gained even more mass. They firmed up and they felt... filled. "All that warm milk in there is just begging to come rushing out of those delicious boobies... good thing you’re alllmost done. And if you want a name to moan with that tangy voice of yours…" Her neck stretched, her cherry red lips against Barry’s ear. "Call me Venus."
Barry almost orgasmed at the sound of Venus’s name, but something was holding him back, though that didn’t matter. The erotic high he was riding was more than enough stimulation for him.
A gold and black bustier materialized on his E-cups while a matching thong stretched into place, covering the head of his penis and pulling it into his torso. As this wild experience took place, his testes folded into his abdomen and changed into ovaries. When the last of his rocket slipped inside it fully inverted, opening into a tight female vagina while his semen was converted into estrogen and eggs. The thong, now fitting perfectly on Barry, left him looking and feeling like a her...
...because now she was a black bombshell, full of flaming libido.
Barry again whined in sheer ecstasy while her sex switched, finalizing her body’s conversion, but as a woman she’d need some new clothes. Fortunately for her, Venus proceeded to design a satin blue robe for the mister-turned-miss, along with a matching pair of pants. These garments slipped through her mocha skin as strands of goo that wove into articles of clothing, fitting themselves perfectly to her form in the process. She even made her earrings and a ring while she polished her nails a candy red.
"What a beauty! I knew you’d look good in ebony, Betty. Now let’s break this new body in!" chimed Venus, only further moistening Betty’s slit by giving her a new name. The black woman was quivering in pleasure, whimpering as her head spun like a top.
"Mmmh, oh fugggh... yes…ebony… ohhh god…" she sputtered, her eyes finally reopening. Her cleavage occupying a good portion of her view, she sat up and looked down her body, then instantly dropped her pants as she allowed her first female orgasm through her godly figure. "oh god yes, yes, YEeEsSs oh YES FUCK YESSS…" she cried, Venus taking her hips in her hands as she smooched her tuffet lips yet again.
"There you go… doesn’t that just feel so perfect? I can already tell you’re gonna love womanhood." They gazed into each other’s eyes. "Now let me show you exactly why…"