"Hughes?" Asks a soft and feminine voice beside my booth, the sudden intrusion into my own solitary thoughts nearly causing me to spill my coffee.
Snapping my head up from the slowly cooling beverage in my hands I glance over at the figure as they slide into the booth across from me, my eyes falling to a dark-Skinned nerdy-looking bombshell in tight professional clothes.
The scent of slightly singed hair clings to the long black locks hanging down to the small of her back, the dark mass having been straightened out over who knows how long. The young woman in her early twenties stands at around five-foot-eight, her height bolstered by a small set of shiny black heels on her dainty feet. A set of large doe-like brown eyes look down at me nervously from behind a set of large glasses wrapped in thin wire frames, her luscious slightly parted lips being nibbled at as she struggles to maintain eye contact.
My gaze wanders over her face, her delicate chin and soft features being almost disarming. Thick dark eyebrows twitch and shift above her eyes, another feature merely acting to give away her discomfort. Her complexion only shows a few minor blemishes, a barely visible acne scar around her supple cheeks marring her otherwise flawless chocolate-toned flesh.
As my eyes wander lower I freeze up on her chest. Her graceful slender neck leads down to a narrow set of shoulders, housed inside a crisp and clean white business shirt. Despite the slim nature of her torso, her waist tapering in tightly and her arms appearing almost like sticks, her chest balloons out at the pure white cotton shirt. They almost appear too large and perky on her slender frame, more than a handful for her own delicate digits, the outline of a plain black bra showing slightly through the strained fabric of her shirt.
Her shirt closely follows her waist, clinging tightly to her fit and slender form before slipping into the waistband of her black pencil skirt. The skirt, following the crisp and clean motif of her outfit, is almost skin-tight. The woman's thighs and hips seem to expand out, forming a perfect hourglass and filling out the skirt almost perfectly. Sheer stockings cling to her legs, coating her firm calves before slipping into her cute black heels.
"Uh... Jord... Yeah" I mutter, my eyes roaming over her luscious form and drinking in her striking figure.
Without another word she moves to drop herself and an expensive black leather handbag into the other side of the booth, eager to escape the gaze of others in the cafe. As she turns I spy her rear, the tightness of the skirt making even more sense. The large firm backside bounces and jiggles as she takes her few mincing steps, the plump cheeks taking up as much real estate as they can on her wide child-bearing hips.
As she drops into the seat she lets out a long sigh, her shoulders rolling forward and her head slumping as her posture seemingly evaporates. Suddenly looking up her eyes dart over me, the critical gaze giving me the chance to shift awkwardly in my seat. She inspects my face slowly, glancing over it and sizing up every detail before slowly drifting lower and lower before hitting the limits of our seated position.
Glancing around she quickly looks for something else, her plump lips quivering as she doesn't seem to find what she's looking for. "Where is the..." she begins to ask, her entrancing and breathy voice struggling under her intense nerves.
I tap at my chest, the chains jingling slightly beneath my baggy sweater. "Don't worry Natalie, I brought the..."
"Nat..." she blurts out meekly, swallowing hard as if trying to muster the courage with talking to the stranger across from her. "I mean, I prefer Nat."
"Sure, sorry" I mutter in response, giving the woman a weak smile of my own as her eyes rest glued to my chest. The dark brown pools rest unblinking at me, the intensity behind them burning a hole through my sweater to the bronze talisman beneath. "I brought the..."
"Let me see it" Natalie states authoritatively, her voice taking on an entirely new sense of command and power in that moment before she squirms awkwardly at her own outburst. "I mean... Please"
Looking around, a little taken aback by the sudden shifts in tone, I make sure no one is looking before pulling the necklace free with no small amount of effort. The medallion at the center itself was rather heavy, the thick plate of ornate bronze causing the metal chain to dig into my neck.
As the pattern of the intermingling swirl emblazoned in the center of the amulet catches Natalie's eyes they go wide with excitement, some sense of recognition filling her as she adjusts her glasses to get a better look. All manner of hidden thoughts appear to race through her mind, her plump dark lips twitching as they shift between several expressions of fear, intrigue, and giddiness.
She reaches out to touch it, her slender fingers tracing over the surface for a brief moment before I pull it away.
"You can look at it all you want once we..." I begin to state, the busty black girl quickly hopping to her high-heeled feet before I can even finish my thought. She looks around for a moment, her cheeks growing rosier by the second as she seems to feel the eyes of the room fall on her while she stands there with little
"My apartme... No... No that won't..." She mutters under her breath, her eyes darting around as if in search for the answer to where we could go to use the medallion right this second.
"Slow down" I chuckle, waving at her a little dismissively. "There's a bathroom just back there, and I haven't even finished my coff..."
Before I can finish my sentence Natalie clutches at my wrist, weakly tugging at me to urge me up from the seat. I'm forced to quickly place my cup down, the steaming liquid inside getting to close the rim for my liking despite the pathetic tugging from the woman beside me.
"No" she snaps, her tone growing suddenly harsh as her eyes dart between me and the bathroom. "Not later, not after so..." She begins to mutter, her voice crackling under some unseen emotional strain.
Looking around I notice eyes beginning to glance over at us, Gracie in particular looking at me from behind the register critically.
"Alright, alright" I whisper in a desperate hushed tone as I rise from my seat. As I stand I watch as Natalie's eyes go wide, her gaze darting up and down my body with an almost possessive form of desire. From my face covered in a muzzle of five-o-clock shadow, to my broad shoulders and down to my crotch, her gaze positively drinks deep of the figure she would soon supposedly be wearing.
Looking to the bathroom to the back of the cafe I give her a lite nod. "Don't worry, I'll show you where it is" I say a little louder than I needed to, giving the inquisitive barista a little shrug as she shakes her head.
As Natalie and I walk down the right narrow passage leading to the bathroom I take the lead, at least most of the way. As the last door comes into sight, the little wooden sign reading 'uni-sex' hanging lopsided on the door becoming legible, Natalie suddenly minces ahead of me. As she squeezes past we grind against each other, her busy pressing against my firm chest and deforming like warm jello in the cups of her oversized bra.
I don't have long to dwell on the moment as Natalie is soon pulling me along in double time as we race towards the cramped bathroom.
As she staggers inside she quickly pulls me in behind her, my hand quickly catching the door and pulling it shut to give us some semblance of privacy. The room is built for a single person, though there is just barely enough room for two. Behind Natalie sits the toilet, the young woman quickly flicking the seat down before kicking off her heels and placing her glasses in the nearby sink.
She quickly moves to unbutton her shirt, the dark jostling cleavage within slowly coming on display as she fiddles with the over-tight buttons.
"Straight to business huh?" I muse, sliding the medallion back into my sweater as I begin to tug the thick woolen top up and over my head. "Like I said, we have all..."
"No" she hisses again, pulling at the bottom of her top as she pulls it free from her tight skirt. "No I've been like... You wouldn't understand, I just... I want to..." She huffs, sliding the shirt down her shoulders as she reveals her flat-toned belly and sizeable perky rack before throwing the now slightly crinkled short at me.
As it hits me square in the chest, the shirt soon falling to the wooden floorboards, I feel a searing shock of static emanate from the thick bronze disc around my neck. The heavy medallion rapidly begins to heat up, the icy cold metal seeming to react to me making contact with the shirt.
I watch as something bubbles beneath my flat hairy chest, tiny pockets if flab billowing up to the surface as my chest hairs begin to thin out. It's hard to tell where exactly they're going, the thick mat of coarse dark hairs seemingly vanishing before my very eyes. With each newly formed bubble my chest begins to expand out, soon giving off the appearance of a small A-cup as I feel my shoulders begin to crackle inwards and narrow.
I hastily begin to disrobe, leaning over tight down my boxers and jeans as my ten-inch cock hangs semi-erect in the warm heated air.
Natalie's eyes lock to the thick cock mere inches from her face, her head moving forward slightly as the massive rod twitches with anticipation. However, she merely moves past it, grabbing my sweater from the floor and snatching the medallion from around my neck.
"H... Hey!" I croak, my voice warbling and crackling like I was back in puberty.
"What" Natalie hisses back, wincing as she places the medallion around her neck. "You agreed to... Ouch... You offered to be..." She quietly snaps, her hands furiously fiddling with her skirt as she races to pull it down.
As I watch her undress I don't even notice the dark spots appearing in my chest. At first they appear like dark freckles, then moles, and finally like splotchy birthmarks before forming together to cover my slowly expanding chest. My nipples follow a similar route, shifting rapidly from their small size and subtle pink shade to grow thicker and darker by the second.
Looking at Natalie I spy a pair of bright orange panties nestled between her juicy thighs, her wide hips forming almost a sort of cleavage for the waistband of her underwear to become lost in. She wastes little time in pulling the pair of cotton undergarments down to her knees, revealing a well-maintained tuft of triangular hair about the quivering set of lips between her legs. It's hard to look away as her pussy seems to shift and move on it's own, the young woman pressing a hand to her abdomen as the lips nestled on the soft supple mound suddenly fuse closed as her clit appears to expand in a throbbing manner.
Her bust appears to deflate like balloons, the soft and malleable fat simply draining away faster than the skin can change. The bands of her black push-up bra soon begin to dig into her expanding torso, the young woman soon reaches about in a panic to unhook the damned thing.
"No more stupid racist sexist fucking..." She mumbled under her breath, it to beginning to crack and shake as it grows deeper by the second.
I don't catch much if what she says however, the sudden blinding pain in my abdomen causing me to lose focus and buckle over. I collapse to my knees, my chest shaking in a disconcerting manner as it hangs heavily beneath me.
My waist soon begins to cinch I. Tighter and tighter, my ribs straining against my darkening skin as they try to keep up with the changes. My organs shift about inside me, writhing like snakes as I feel moments away from throwing up in Natalie's expanding lap.
Suddenly it's as though I've been hit in the balls with a sledgehammer, the nausea inside me reaching a fever pitch as I feel the delicate and overly sensitive organs retract inside of me and nestle into their new home. I begin to pant heavily, drool and spittle coming from my mouth as I feel even swallowing will up end my stomach. I feel my cock strain, the thick rod throbbing harder than it had ever done before, as with each pulse and empty ejaculation it diminishes in size inch by painful inch.
I feel a hand begin to move through my hair, the strands feeling longer than they had been in years. It soothing for a moment, my whole face soon feeling numb as the crackling of bones and cartilage fills my ears.
"Girls really are weak aren't they..." Muses Natalie, her voice losing its soft breathy nature as it grows deeper. "Can't believe those fucking idiots were right about..."
"What are you..." I whine weakly, my voice sounding downright pathetic as I writhe and shake on the floor.
My vision goes blurry as I look up at Natalie, the distinct features in her blending face fading away as I'm left looking up at simply a blob of flesh turning paler by the second.
"You'll find out" she chuckles, her hand cupping my chin as she inspects my face. "Being the only girl out of a six siblings, oh it was..." She begins to mutter, her sentence cutting short as she gasps with pleasure.
Glancing down I see a vague thick shape spring up, the mass pressing into my soft supple cheek as I feel it smear something sticky across my face. Her gasp turns into a low chuckle, her free hand stroking the might organ she had traded in for.
"Now this is... Shoot..." She groans, pausing for a moment before correcting herself. "I mean shit... Shit, I don't need to be proper or..."
I cut her off with a loud groan, my back arching as I feel the weight in my chest build to a fever pitch before my hips begin to pop further and further out. With each loud grinding pop from my pelvis I feel my thighs and behind begin to achingly grow thicker with flab as the muscles and skin tighten to give them a perfect plump aesthetic.
Sweating and whimpering on the floor I finally feel the changes cease, my heavily blurred vision filling with thick dark strands of hair. My tongue hangs from my mouth, resting on my plumped-up lips as I feel Natalie's firm hairy thigh clad in torn stocking rest against my cheek.
The sound of tearing reaches my ears, the sheer stockings being torn at by Natalie as she tries to free her enlarged legs from the now destroyed clothing.
"Sorry" chuckles Natalie as her voice solidifies into one that was all too familiar. "I guess you're walking home with bare legs sweetheart."
I slowly shift, my mind reeling as I feel my body jiggle in all manner of new and off-putting ways. I keep thinking to myself how it'll be worth it, being younger and rich was worth anything.
My ears perk up again as I listen to the jingling of the medallion's bronze chain. Grabbing the sink, I heave my aching form up into a seated position as Natalie...
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