DR. HOOTERS - Part VI
by Servax
Jill's Dark Lusts

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.















































