This story is fiction/fantasy
My name is Brad, just your typical 30 year old white guy, married to a sweet girl that I met in college, Lisa. Lisa was blonde, around 5’2, 130 ish with big fucking tits. We both worked, and I had to travel for work a few times a year, and had a trip coming up to Haiti with my coworker Michelle. Michell was a saucy redhead who was a definition of a pawg, I mean Lisa had a nice ass to match her tits, but Michelle’s ass was next level. Michelle and I were always very professional with each other, nothing more. Lisa kept me pretty satisfied, and Michelle was known to snitch out male coworkers to HR.
We arrived in Haiti. While meeting with our hosts, I was speaking with Rod, a local. I’ve always had a fascination with occult, witch doctors, ...... like that. Rod told me of some shops that I should visit, but he warned me not to take it lightly, that it was something his culture believed in and took very seriously.
After work, Michelle and I grabbed a quick dinner at the hotel and went our separate ways. I went to the first shop, found some interesting stuff, the old woman there told me some stories of witchcraft, trying to sell off some trinkets.
The second shop, as soon as I walked in, I could sense something strange, a certain feel. The owner greeted me and introduced himself as Dr. Joseph. I browsed around with the doc, asking him about the different potions he had, and then I spotted one that was a brilliant green, it was almost glowing. The doc explained that the potion would transform me, he explained that for instance, if I had ever wanted to be taller, it would make me taller! I scoffed a bit, he could see my doubt. He also said that there were side effects that it would instantly increase my libido and would release pheromones that the opposite sex would not be able to resist. I chuckled, but what the hell, how much I asked him.
Doc paused for a moment. I tell you what he says, I like you, for you, you sign a contract with me, pledging that we are lifelong friends, and beyond. Beyond? But first, you try it, call it a sample, if it does nothing, you sign nothing, fair? Sure! I took a sip and felt very odd, faint…I was stumbling around and ....... I had the strangest, most erotic dreams. I woke up around an hour later in my motel room. My cock was raging hard. I grabbed it…but….something wasn’t right. I climbed out of bed, I noticed a suit hanging on the hook that wasn’t mine, and shoes, a shirt, socks etc…..I went into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. My God! I was black, not just black but I was huge, everything was huge. I was at least a foot taller, big, cut muscles, and my cock, my cock was almost double the length and width, I was dreaming, had to be still dreaming, and I felt horny, filled with lust. Everything was pumped. I grabbed my phone and went to the bed, I brought up pics of Lisa, her skin never looked so white. I was pumping my cock, imagining her struggling to take my big black cock, fucking her big white tits. I wanted to stop, but couldn’t, I had never felt so aware of her skin tone, and how it made her ass and tits look. I shot a huge load, but I was still hungry.
I took a shower, hoping my cock would go down, I needed a drink, and wanted to go to the bar for one, but there would be no hiding my cock like this, it was too big.
I got dressed with the things that were left for me and made my way to the hotel bar. I sat at the bar and ordered a whiskey. The bar was pretty crowded; it looked like mostly white tourists in there. Ten minutes or so went by and I noticed several women glancing over at me and smiling, and then I noticed Michelle, sitting alone at the other end of the bar, scrolling through her phone, sipping a drink. My cock twitched a little, I had to control it though. I walked over to her, introduced myself as Joseph and asked if I could join her. She seemed stunned, she stuttered a bit and said sure.
Her face was flushed, and she seemed very nervous but I could feel her lust, and I could sense her pussy getting wet. I stood up and asked her to dance, she smiled, stood up and I followed her on to the floor. Her ass was packed in a tight skirt which hugged her hips and ass. My cock was stirring as we danced, she faced away, wiggling her hips to the music. I’ve never felt such passion, such lust, I had to have her. By now my cock was throbbing, pointing down almost to my knee. She backed into my leg and lurched as her ass bumped into my cock.
She turned towards me, gazing down at my cock. She inched her way into my arms and asked if she did that, pointing downwards. I smiled. That’s not real….actually it is….no way….I can show you, either way, I have to go; it’s uncomfortable. She giggled, grabbed me by the hand and told me to follow her. She led me into her room, she was laughing as we walked in…..ok ok smart guy, let’s see the dildo. I unzipped my pants, dropped them to the floor and let it release, none too soon as it was hurting.
There is much more to this story....
My name is Brad, just your typical 30 year old white guy, married to a sweet girl that I met in college, Lisa. Lisa was blonde, around 5’2, 130 ish with big fucking tits. We both worked, and I had to travel for work a few times a year, and had a trip coming up to Haiti with my coworker Michelle. Michell was a saucy redhead who was a definition of a pawg, I mean Lisa had a nice ass to match her tits, but Michelle’s ass was next level. Michelle and I were always very professional with each other, nothing more. Lisa kept me pretty satisfied, and Michelle was known to snitch out male coworkers to HR.
We arrived in Haiti. While meeting with our hosts, I was speaking with Rod, a local. I’ve always had a fascination with occult, witch doctors, ...... like that. Rod told me of some shops that I should visit, but he warned me not to take it lightly, that it was something his culture believed in and took very seriously.
After work, Michelle and I grabbed a quick dinner at the hotel and went our separate ways. I went to the first shop, found some interesting stuff, the old woman there told me some stories of witchcraft, trying to sell off some trinkets.
The second shop, as soon as I walked in, I could sense something strange, a certain feel. The owner greeted me and introduced himself as Dr. Joseph. I browsed around with the doc, asking him about the different potions he had, and then I spotted one that was a brilliant green, it was almost glowing. The doc explained that the potion would transform me, he explained that for instance, if I had ever wanted to be taller, it would make me taller! I scoffed a bit, he could see my doubt. He also said that there were side effects that it would instantly increase my libido and would release pheromones that the opposite sex would not be able to resist. I chuckled, but what the hell, how much I asked him.
Doc paused for a moment. I tell you what he says, I like you, for you, you sign a contract with me, pledging that we are lifelong friends, and beyond. Beyond? But first, you try it, call it a sample, if it does nothing, you sign nothing, fair? Sure! I took a sip and felt very odd, faint…I was stumbling around and ....... I had the strangest, most erotic dreams. I woke up around an hour later in my motel room. My cock was raging hard. I grabbed it…but….something wasn’t right. I climbed out of bed, I noticed a suit hanging on the hook that wasn’t mine, and shoes, a shirt, socks etc…..I went into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. My God! I was black, not just black but I was huge, everything was huge. I was at least a foot taller, big, cut muscles, and my cock, my cock was almost double the length and width, I was dreaming, had to be still dreaming, and I felt horny, filled with lust. Everything was pumped. I grabbed my phone and went to the bed, I brought up pics of Lisa, her skin never looked so white. I was pumping my cock, imagining her struggling to take my big black cock, fucking her big white tits. I wanted to stop, but couldn’t, I had never felt so aware of her skin tone, and how it made her ass and tits look. I shot a huge load, but I was still hungry.
I took a shower, hoping my cock would go down, I needed a drink, and wanted to go to the bar for one, but there would be no hiding my cock like this, it was too big.
I got dressed with the things that were left for me and made my way to the hotel bar. I sat at the bar and ordered a whiskey. The bar was pretty crowded; it looked like mostly white tourists in there. Ten minutes or so went by and I noticed several women glancing over at me and smiling, and then I noticed Michelle, sitting alone at the other end of the bar, scrolling through her phone, sipping a drink. My cock twitched a little, I had to control it though. I walked over to her, introduced myself as Joseph and asked if I could join her. She seemed stunned, she stuttered a bit and said sure.
Her face was flushed, and she seemed very nervous but I could feel her lust, and I could sense her pussy getting wet. I stood up and asked her to dance, she smiled, stood up and I followed her on to the floor. Her ass was packed in a tight skirt which hugged her hips and ass. My cock was stirring as we danced, she faced away, wiggling her hips to the music. I’ve never felt such passion, such lust, I had to have her. By now my cock was throbbing, pointing down almost to my knee. She backed into my leg and lurched as her ass bumped into my cock.
She turned towards me, gazing down at my cock. She inched her way into my arms and asked if she did that, pointing downwards. I smiled. That’s not real….actually it is….no way….I can show you, either way, I have to go; it’s uncomfortable. She giggled, grabbed me by the hand and told me to follow her. She led me into her room, she was laughing as we walked in…..ok ok smart guy, let’s see the dildo. I unzipped my pants, dropped them to the floor and let it release, none too soon as it was hurting.
There is much more to this story....
