Fetish Realized

The rare TG cap for jckmrtn. I'm starting to see the appeal. $5 subs get a free welcome cap, so HMU with your ideas.

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Liam’s monitor bathed his scrawny frame in flickering light, his breath ragged, fingers slick with sweat and lube. On screen, Serena moaned as a tattooed man pounded into her, her thick thighs trembling, her body built for sin. "Ohhh, fuck! Right there!" She was definitely his favorite, the kind of woman he stared a with bitten lips on the subway: fat-nosed, nappy-haired, fat tits and thighs, skin so dark it was reflective, voice and grammar warped by hard living. Liam’s cock throbbed, his grip rough, desperate. He imagined being the one inside her, stretching her tight pussy, those thighs locking him in. “Harda’!" Serena shouted, right hand squeezing her tit, left playing with her dripping clit.

"Gonna cum--oh shit, I’m gonna--!" His own climax coiled tight in his gut. He was so close. Then the screen glitched violently--Serena’s breathy moans stuttered, her curves fragmenting into jagged pixels--and then it wasn’t her writhing on the monitor anymore. Liam’s reflection warped, his sharp, angular features softening like wax under a flame. His jawline rounded, his cheekbones lifting into a high, elegant sweep, and his lips--God--his lips plumped unnaturally, swelling into a lush, glossy pout, the kind made for drooling over cock and slurping up cum. His nose broadened with a schlorp, a needley Jewish thing becoming a flat and indelicate African schnoz. His skin buzzed, the pale pink tanning to a sun-kissed gold before deepening further, richer, like melted caramel hardening into a decadent blue-brown. His soft brown curls tightened on his scalp, itching a bit as it became a black kinky mess. He tried to gasp, but his voice cracked mid-breath, his throat constricting as his Adam’s apple melted away, leaving behind only a creased column of skin. His voice sounded wrong, raspier but higher-pitched, like he’s been smoking Newports and gargling gangbanger cock his whole life. The kind of voice that tented his jeans with a single syllable, the sound of it sending a jolt straight to his--

“Lawwd! W-what’s happenin’?” His hips popped, his narrow frame shuddering as his waist expanded with fat and stretch-marked flesh, a doughy hourglass forming. Below that--fuck--his pelvis flared, hips widening, flesh surging outward in a way that made his gym shorts seams creak and snap. His ass plumped all at once, round and heavy, the brown dimpled cheeks clapping together with plaintive, obscene smacks as he twitched. His thighs followed, bony sticks thickening, rubbing and chafing each other with every shaky breath, the inner skin darker and already damp with sweat. He could feel the weight of it, the jiggle, every movement sending ripples through his new body. The nearness of his own cock to all this musky black flesh was setting off dopamine nukes in his synapses, and he struggled to focus his eyes as they desperately wanted to cross.

A sharp twinge shot through his chest, his pecs seizing as if electrified. His hands flew to them on instinct, fingers digging into the suddenly tender flesh as it swelled, plumping under his touch. His nipples hardened into tight, aching peaks, rubbing rough against the inside of his shirt, and he groaned, torn between pain and a perverse, dizzying pleasure. Fuck, they’re getting bigger--

The changes came in waves, each one hotter and more insistent than the last. His fingers dug into the soft swell of his hips as they widened, flesh yielding beneath his grip, reshaping itself with a relentless, liquid heat. His shirt clung to him, damp with sweat, the fabric straining against the impossible weight of his chest--full, heavy tits that ached with every shuddering breath. His cock, still half-hard, twitched pathetically between his thighs, caught between panic and satisfaction. Not yet, not yet. He stroked himself faster, his right hand fondling his black tit like Serena used to do, doe-eyes trained on his own drooling, sex-addled, black reflection, desperate to finish before the transformation stole even this from him. His nipples rubbed raw against his shirt, the sensitive buds leaking tiny beads of wetness that darkened the fabric. His thighs pressed together instinctively, and the sensation of slickness sliding down his sensitive brown skin made him whimper. Then the burning. A white-hot ache radiated from the base of his cock, his balls tightening, drawing up inside him before collapsing inward with a wet, shuddering pop. His hips jerked--was this an orgasm? He gritted his teeth. It fucking felt like one, but twisted, pleasure laced with something deeper. Her fingers flew to his crotch, panic flaring as she found only smooth, swollen flesh, sloppy with lube, pre-cum, and... something else. Half-sobbing and half-moaning, she slid her fingers through slick folds, discovering the loose, fluttering entrance of a pussy--her pussy--and the aching bud of a clit that throbbed under her touch. Her mind snapped. The sensation was too much, too intense, his whole body coiled tight like a spring. She took two black fingers and rubbed the way she remembered Serena did, rough circles over her larger-than-usual sensitive nub, gasping at the way her vagina winked in and out, clenched around a phantom cock, desperate to be shafted by a thick, stinking, BLACK--

“FfffUUUUCCCCKKKkkkk!” The climax tore through her. Her back arched off the gamer chair, a husky scream ripping from her throat as her new pussy pulsed violently, gushing around her two-toned fingers. Her sweaty black tits bounced with each shuddering wave, dark nipples squirting, her thick thighs streaked with black milf jizz trembling as she clapped them together. For one delirious, shameful moment, she didn’t care about what she’d lost--only about the mind-shattering ecstasy of what she’d gained, and getting to cum like her favorite ratchet black milf. Again and again.