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Dr. Hooters #6: Jill's Dark Lusts
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DR. HOOTERS - Part VI
Jill's Dark Lusts
[by Servax]
Jill quit at the lab the next morning. After the strip-tease
she performed with Janet's "borrowed" body, it didn't look like
the funding would be renewed for the following year. Jill
didn't follow Janet much after that. A couple days of mental
contact indicated that Janet preferred having a body to having a
genius intellect, and she was religiously avoiding any mental
strain.
Money turned out to be no problem. A beautiful woman with
a seventy-two inch bust and telepathic powers had no trouble
qualifying for loans at various banks. Nor did she have much
trouble multiplying those loans in the stock or commodity mar-
kets. It took Jill about an hour each morning, in bed, to make
her picks for the day, and she usually went to bed several
thousands of dollars wealthier each night.
Mostly, she hung out with Brenda. Jill had never been big
on girlfriends when she was flat-chested, but now she found that
no one understood a woman with a well-endowed chest than another
one equally well-endowed, no matter that "she" had been a "he"
only a few short weeks ago.
Brenda had adjusted well to live as a woman. She earned a
com fortable living at the club, using her spectacular fig-
ure, and her years of life as a man to inflame her audiences,
and become the most popular dancer in the region. It also
appeared that
Brenda had "inherited" Jill's sexual appetites, and would disap-
pear frequently in the morning and afternoon for sex.
Brenda hada direct approach that never failed her. If some
guy caught her eye, she would plant herself squarely in his
path, thrust her huge tits out, and say directly to him, "Six-
ty-three inches, if you think you can handle it." It seldom
took her longer than five minutes from stud-alert to spread-eagle
on her living room floor.
Jill found she preferred a little adventure. Her maturing pow-
ers gave her a limitless field of play.
One day, she stood in front of the mirror, while waiting
for
Brenda to change into her workout gear. She darkened her skin,
passing swiftly from cream-and-rose to golden bronze to coffee-
and cream to deep coal-black. Her nipples and the lips of her
vulva were almost purple.
Next, she darkened her eyes from her usual blue to a deep ma-
hogany brown. She passed her now-dusky hands over her blonde
hair, and left it a rich black, thick and wavy, but not kinky.
She broadened her nose, and allowed her lips to thicken and
swell.
Brenda started when she stepped out of the bedroom and saw the
Queen of the Nile standing naked in her living room.
"God damn it, Jill", gasped Brenda, "You're gonna scare the
shit outta me with this quick-change work. I gotta admit,
though. I haven't seen many black girls look as good as you.
You gonna keep the tits?"
Jill was playing with her deep purple nipples, and admiring
the cool smoothness of her big black tits. "Got to, sistah."
Jill stood in front of the mirror applying cosmetics while
Brenda relaxed on the sofa. Jill thought it somewhat ridiculous
that a woman who could alter her appearance at will would have
to continue to use artificial enhancements for her natu-
ral beauty.
Still, Jill had found that men expected it, and that regardless
of her awsome looks, she still felt a little better with a after
putting in a little time on her face. Also, the coloring for
black women was subtly different from that she was accustomed to
using on her "native" body. She patted and dabbed until she felt
she had it right, then she turned to Brenda for approval.
Jill looked spectacular. Her skin tone was a rich dark
chocolate, and her hair fell in thick, wavy, raven-colored
locks past her waist to her ass. Her remarkable breasts didn't
suffer any diminishment for being black, in deed, they ap-
peared even more vibrant and powerful. Jill's new African
features were faithful to the original; her large, sensuous
mouth and broad, powerful nose, flairing cheekbones and rich,
dark almond shaped eyes bespoke the regal aspect of a Black
queen before the first slavetrapper had contaminated her conti-
nent with their presence or her race with their seed.
Brenda was impressed, but puzzled. "Jill", she asked, "if
you can look like anyone you want, and you want to look like a
black girl, then why not someone like Shari Belafonte, or Janet
Jackson. You look so, so..."
"...black. I know", Jill replied, "I want to look
*black*.
Since I've been shape-changing, I've been thinking a lot about
beauty. Beauty seems to be a matter of centimeters. Watch
this."
Jill turned back to the mirror, and after she turned again
to face Jill, her face was a hideous mask of White stereo-
types of Black facial features. Then she pulled her face back
into its former appearance. Brenda saw that Jill was right.
The difference between the Stepin Fetchit-mask and Jill's
African queen was one of, literally, centimeters.
Jill dressed for the workout. She pulled a white halter top
over her extensive tits, and a pair of green nylon running
shorts on her bottom, leaving an impressive expanse of smooth,
muscular black abdomen exposed. Jill didn't need to exer-
cise, as she could maintain her musculature by will-power, but
she enjoyed accompanying Brenda to her sessions, and be-
sides, the gym was a great place to pick up men.
Jill and Brenda were almost out the door, when Jill grabbed
Brenda by the shoulder. "Wait a minute, Brenders, I
gotta do something else." She reached out mentally into the
immediate neighborhood, and located three black women whose
memories she downloaded into her own. The effect nearly knocked
her off her feet.
"I had no idea" , she muttered, "Absolutely no idea."
"What?", asked Brenda.
"That it was so, so different. That it meant so much.",
replied
Jill. There was no way to tell Brenda what she had just im-
mediately learned, the resentment, the continual defensiveness,
what it felt like to learn before you barely knew you were a
separate person that most people thought there was something
wrong with you. If this is what it felt like, Jill thought, its
a wonder the country's still standing. She'd have to do some-
thing about this, later...
For right now, she saw she'd have to do some minor modifica-
tions.
Jill turned towards the mirror. "I still got a white butt,
girlfriend. Can't have that."
She turned around and watched over her shoulder as the two
cheeks of her pert ass swelled and lifted, becoming so promi-
nent that you could almost set a tray on them, and two little
half-moons of black ass peeped out from the bottoms of her
shorts.
"That's fixed, honey.", she said, grabbing Brenda again,
"Let's go."
When they stepped out of the building, Jill found that be-
ing black hadn't changed one important fact: She and Brenda
were still the undeniable center of attention. It was as though
there were invisible lines of lust, desire, envy and admira-
tion connecting their huge, shapely breasts to every per-
son within eyesight. They were getting used to having every-
one's head turn towards them, as though they were the sun passing
over a field of sunflowers.
They passed a group of black guys playing basketball, and
Jill was surprised at their insistence. Of course, Jill had
been hit on by black guys before, as a white girl, but there was
none of this shared assumption of sexual desire, none of
this, this, well, 'Baby, I **gotta** fuck you' attitude. Jill
was wondering what she had been missing. She stopped for a
while, got some names and telephone numbers, and raised their
sperm count considerably before passing on into the gym.
There were five or six guys in the gym. Brenda and she were
reg ulars, but the dynamite new black chick had them puzzled.
"Hey,
Brenda," yelled one of the guys at the Universal, "do all of your
friends have such big tits?" Brenda yelled back at his friend.
"Steve, do all of your friends have such big mouths and such
small brains?", she replied.
Jill scanned the gym mentally. Despite that she was now
black, all of the guys in the gym desired her, even a young-
looking blonde haired blue-eyed fellow, who was desperately try-
ing not to look at her. Jill sauntered over, rested her arms on
the weight bar, thrust her great black tits out at the boy, and
discomfited him even more severely by staring directly at him.
"Hey, white boy", Jill demanded. The boy looked up at her,
but, definitely, not in her eyes.
She reached out a long black hand and grabbed him by the
face, like an angry aunt will squeeze a little boy's cheeks
between her fingers. "Don't you talk to my tits, white boy."
Then she flashed a dazzling smile at him. "I want you to
spot me on my bench presses, white boy. You think you can do
that for me?"
The boy sputtered something in return, but mostly he shuffled
off the bench and let Jill position herself on the bench. Jill
sent out a mental command to the others in the gym to forget
about her and her new partner. When she saw that they were ef-
fectively invisible, Jill stripped off her halter top and
let her black, soccer-ball-sized breasts tumble out into the
open air. "God, that feels good. You like big black tits, white
boy, don't you?
All white boys like big black tits."
"I,I...", stuttered the boy, "I've never really seen any."
Jill lifted the weights clear of the bars. A hundred and
eighty pounds was a bit much for her, so she grew some addi-
tional mus cles on her arms and her chest to help her deal
witht he load.
SHe pushed off ten quick reps, each time allowing the weight bar
to settle into the flesh of her enormous breasts, pressing them
flat onto her chest wall. Her workout partner was beside himself
now, and it looked like the lump in his shorts was fixin' to bust
right out.
Jill pumped off another two sets of ten reps. The moist
warmth of the gym, and the exertion of the exercise, made her
sweat.
She rose from the bench glistening. She noticed that, whereas
when white people sweat, they merely looked sweaty, her sable
skin was shining with her persperation. She saw the little
rivulets flow over the vast, dark expanse of her awesome breasts.
She leaned over the weight bar while the white boy got posi-
tioned on the bench. Her huge black breasts swayed gently as
the white boy moved his butt on the bench looking for his com-
fort zone.
His erection was so evident, it almost hurt Jill to look at the
lump in his shorts. Her dark breasts hung almost halfway the
distance between the weightbar and the bench.
She grew her breasts out a couple of inches. **That** got
his attention. He groaned with desire. She stepped out of
her shorts now, and stood naked in the center of the gym. The
white boy was astounded to see that no one else in the Gym was
paying any attention to them at all.
"Aint nary a cracker payin' us no mind, little man,", Jill ad-
monished him. "Youjust put yo' white ass down here by the
bar, and yo' head up there at the head of the bench." The white
boy complied with her orders.
"Now let's get rid of these here drawers, boy.", Jill or-
dered.
She pulled his gym shorts and his jock strap away like they were
tissue paper. The white boy's erection shot straight up into
the air, about six-and-a-half, maybe seven inches.
Jill was inwardly delighted. "Shit, boy, you got some brother
in you, anyway.", Jill remarked. She straddled the bench,
lifting the weight bar onto her powerful shoulders. She threw
back her thick coil of dark hair, causing her enormous bust to
projectominously, like two black thunderclouds.
"I'm gonna do some squats, baby", Jill said, and she impaled
herself on his erection.
The white boy moaned as Jill worked him up and down with the
full weight of the barbells on her shoulders. Some sort of mus-
cle inside her vagina was working its way back and forth
across his dick. That and the sight of that savage black mane,
and the feel of it swishing back and forth across the lower half
of his legs, and above all the heaving and jiggling of her
immense black breasts... He had never had a woman like this be-
fore.
The white boy came quickly to a thunderous orgasm. Jill her-
self shuddered with the impact of it. When it was over, she
pulled her shorts back up, slipped her halter top over her
gigantic tits, motioned to Brenda, and left arm in arm with her
from the gym. Halfway out the door, she released her mental hold
on the others in the gym. She heard the raucus laughter as
the others discovered her latest conquest naked on the weight
bench covered in his own pud. in his own pud.
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