"All you have to do is wear this every night for a month," said Dr
Trisha reached out and took the device. It was pretty simple, a small
headband with electrodes attached. "You really think this will work?"
"In theory. As you know it's experimental. It should bombard your
subconcious mind with images of working out and eating right. We
recorded the images from a woman just like you who used to be
overweight, but became somewhat fanatical about working out. Having
these images bombard your brain every night for a month should make
working out become a habit. I hope to see results within days of your
A before picture of the woman sat on the doctor's desk. She had been
even fatter then Trish was now. Her new picture showed her in a
scandalously small bikini and Trisha had trouble believing it was the
same woman. "All I have to do is wear this while I sleep and you will
pay me $1000?" The doctor smiled and nodded. Trisha really had nothing
to lose, even if it didn't work she'd get the money, she and her husband
were struggling their way through college.
Trisha had found the doctor's ad in a local magazine in a strategically
placed spot in her apartment. She was sure George had left it out for
her to find. Trisha was about 50 pounds heavier now then when she had
started college her freshman year when she had met and married George.
Her fit, young body was gone, probably forever as she hated exercising
and loved food.
Trisha was very aware that her husband was no longer sexually attracted
to her. They had known each other four years, been married three, and
gone from sex four times a week to hardly ever. True, they were both
always tired between classes and work, but she was sure it was because
of her weight problem more then anything.
Trisha returned to her classes and went to work at the diner where she
waited tables and her husband worked the grill. She got off before
George and she went home, changing into bulky sweats. Her big rear and
saggy breasts jiggled as she walked to the bedroom with the headband in
her hand. She put it on, finding it barely noticable and went to sleep.
Michelle put the headband on and let her hair fall over it so that it
wasn't noticable. Tyrone had called her into his office and she was
disapointed to see the two doctors there, assuming the giant black man
had wanted a blow job or a piece of her ass, she hadn't expected to see
he had company.
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My name is Leasa. I work in Silicon Valley at a well know software firm
as a marketing manager. I am 5'7", 118 and blonde and blue eyed. At 30
I've kept my body in good shape: 36C-24-35. Needless to say, I was
voted prettiest girl in both my high school and my college senior class.
Because of this most men have always been awkward and hesitant to
approach me. I never had to learn to say "no" because the men were
usually too insecure to approach me.
I met my husband in the Valley, fell in love and got married last fall.
Shortly thereafter a much older, black maintenance man at my company,
named Amos, started flirting with me and asking me out to lunch.
I, of course, would decline as politely and diplomatically as I could
but I always felt awkward doing so.
I told my husband about this but he would just laugh it off and joke
about it. After all, he had seen Amos and knew he was well over 60,
fat, missing a tooth or two, and just a homely man.
Then, after a few weeks of this, one day Amos kind of cornered me in one
of the hallways when no one else was around.
"Hey sweets, you ready to go to lunch wit me yet?' he asked with a big
smile showing a few missing teeth.
"Amos, now you know I'm married and...uh...you know...it
...uh...well...it wouldn't be right," I stammered. But my hesitation
just seemed to make him work harder at his objective.
"Aw, c'mon baby, give a man a break. I's just wants to take you to
lunch. Don't make an old man feel put down!" he said with this pained
look on his face.
I knew he was playing with me but still it all felt so awkward and
"Well...I can't really..."
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"Oh...that's nothing unusual. People who work out usually have a higher
sex drive, it goes with the excercise as well as the self confidence
"I have been feeling more self confident."
"Good. Then it's nothing you're concerned about?"
"No, actually I'm pretty pleased with how things are going. I should be
"Talk bitch," growled Tyrone smacking her ass. Michelle was bent over
his desk getting fucked from behind.
"Fuck me Tyrone. Gimme that big black cock. I wish my husband could fuck
like this. Your cock is so big, it makes me cum every time."
"Fuckin slut. You got a body built for black cock."
"I love black cock. I don't even like fucking my husband any more, his
white prick doesn't do anything for me. I'll do anything you want, my
body belongs to you."
"You remember when you said, you can never get enough black cock?"
"Yes, yes, god yes, getting close baby."
"Well, I got a surprise coming for you next week Michelle."
Trisha woke up from the dream, a dumb grin on her face, her body
tingling from the orgasm. Damn, a dream could make her cum, but George's
little worm could never do it. He was so pathetic.
Trisha went jogging. She was still overwieght, but her midriff didn't
hang out over her sweats and her ass jiggled now instead of shaking like
an earthquake was hitting.
"Yo yo, how ya doin baby?"
Trisha looked up. She had been trying to remember the dream and
forgotten to cross the street to get away from the blacks. It was early
and there were only two playing a little one on one. She stopped,
breathing heavily, and walked up to the fence. One whistled at her,
checking out her body and she said, "You don't think I'm too fat?"
"No baby, I like some meat on my women."
"Yeah bro, more cushion for the pushin," said the other. "I'd do
anything for a sexy white woman like you. Why don't you come in here and
let us check you out better?"
"Ok." The blacks grinned and high fived as she walked over to the gate.
They were kids, probably seniors in high school, but then they should be
in school now, so were probably drop outs. Both were tall, over six
feet, wiry, with lean muscular bodies. Both men had negroid features,
big lips, flat nose, were very dark skinned, and resembled each other
enough to be brothers. Both had shaved heads, but one had a large
mustache like an upside down horseshoe. One wore a tank top, the other
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screamed. He looked at her oddly.
Reggie ran out on the football field blowing kisses at the Dallas cowboy
cheerleaders. The new draft pick had fucked half of them already and
they couldn't get enough of his twelve inch cock. The entire squad had
promised an orgy for the black team members if they won. Reggie new the
orgy would happen even if they lost, every one of them was a complete
slut when it came to the black team members.
Missy had lost a lot of weight to fit in her wedding gown as she married
the man of her dreams. He was rich, handsome, and great in bed.
Something snapped in her the moment the preacher said, "I now pronounce
you man and wife." She couldn't put her finger on it, but something was
different. That night at the airport hotel for the first time, she
failed to cum as she rode her husband's hard cock. She knew what was
missing the minute she got off the plane in Jamaica. "What are you
doing. I only bought that as a joke?" asked her husband, knowing how his
wife didn't like showing off much skin. Missy had stripped and put on
the tiny, indecent string bikini and was heading for the door. "There's
a beach out there filled with black natives. I'm gonna go get me some
"You too huh," said the one girl coming up to the woman standing outside
the prison. The woman nodded. This was prime fishing grounds. Late in
the afternoon, the prison released a black inmate. The girls whistled at
him. "Need a place to stay hunk?"
Tyrone was handsome, built, and hung. He had always been a stud, but
even he was surprised by the number of horny white sluts joining his
gym. He ended up canceling all white male memberships and turning his
gym all female, except for his black friends of course.
"Do I get the job?" asked Betty, her tongue licking a drop of sperm off
her cheek. Fat Ted looked down between his legs and nodded at his newest
stripper. She would join the other innocent looking housewife he'd hired
yesterday. The mostly black clientel in this all black neighboorhood
would love these two. The nudie bar business sure was getting strange.
"I understand," said George. Trisha looked at him surprised. "I'm
incapable of pleasing you, it's only natural that you fuck black men.
I'd like to come with you next time you fuck one." Later, George was
staring as hungrily at Mark's black cock as she was, but all the black
man would do was let George clean out her cum filled pussy and ass when
he was done using her body.