Part 17

Okay so...this got a little out of hand so I think it's best to make another part after this o.0

[b]Part 17[/b]

Foxy made a desperate break for the back room. She wanted to be Dani again! She wanted her life back as a normal teenage waitress. She had dreams of attending culinary school and opening her own restaurant; not shaking her ass and fucking every man willing to pay! Her exaggerated body swayed and bounced as her bare feet slapped against the sticky carpet. A seemingly endless parade of sleazy men lined her path. They grabbed and groped her most sensitive parts while bluntly commenting on her body. Foxy felt a growing warmth in her groin as the men squeezed her silicone tits, flicked her sensitive nipples, spanked her ghetto ass, pulled her flowing hair and fingered her moist slit. No matter how rough or unwanted, her body couldn't help but react positively to male attention. It was a reflex learned from a lifetime of using her body as a bargaining chip.

Foxy gently attempted to push past a wall of leering men only to find they blocked her path and refused to move. She could see the door to the back room just beyond them. Their groping intensified and a dozen or more filthy hands pulled and prodded at Foxy's soft flesh. She big her fat lower lip and grinded her damp crotch against a thick finger stuffed deep inside.

Foxy took a sharp breath and swiveled her gaze around. There must have been twenty men surrounding her! Where were these guys coming from!? The stench of cheap cologne, body odor and cigar smoke assaulted her nose as she tried pulling away. Her efforts were completely useless as any one of these men could easily overpower her and against the group her struggle barely registered. Foxy's heart fluttered while several men secured her legs and forced them wide open. They lifted her in the air and held her in place. Each of their ugly, greasy faces shifted around so their lust filled eyes could sneak a peek at Foxy's exposed vagina. She could feel their eyes honing in on her womanhood and sensed their perverted minds were imagining all the things they could do to her. A middle-aged black man with a stubbly beard, long dreds and a stained wife beater dove his head between Foxy's creamy thighs and she stifled a moan as his tongue probed between her folds. She couldn't lose herself in arousal now! She had to make to to the back room and escape! Several men continued their groping from all directions. The heat from their bodies caused Foxy to sweat and she could see their ranks were swelling. The men were coming from everywhere, each with a different level of sleaze and lust.

One of the men suddenly pulled Foxy's hair down and it forced her eyes up towards the ceiling. She gasped from the pain in her scalp and a jolt of arousal at being manhandled. She couldn't stop a girlish moan from escaping her lips when the black man performing cunnilingus swirled his tongue against her clit. His tongue was the perfect mixture of warmth, wetness and texture to quickly push her towards losing control. His head slurped up and down causing Foxy's legs to quake and her entire body to squirm.

She instinctively humped her hips against the man's face while her nipples were pinched and sucked on. Her mind slipped and gave way to numbness and fog as she grew hornier and hornier. She didn't want to be a good girl anymore! Being a waitress was too hard, she wanted to get [i]FUCKED[/i]! She wanted to get nasty!

She [i]wanted[/i] to be Foxy!

Foxy giggled as more men poured into the room and several pulled their cocks from their pants. Her mouth watered at the sight. Foxy was confident with the handling of penises, even if she'd never had one herself, though she did feel a tiny glimmer of fear at the sheer volume of hard meat surrounding her.

A sting and a burn flared between Foxy's legs. The stubbly man pulled back for a second. His face shined with Foxy's feminine fluid. She looked down to see a vaginal piercing and an old, faded crotch tattoo. Foxy was slightly bewildered. She was pretty young, why would she have such a faded looking tat? It consisted of three red roses mirroring her womb and ovaries. It was trashy as hell, but Foxy strangely [i]LOVED[/i] it!

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The black man examined Foxy's pierced and tatted cunt before diving back in with a shiny smile. As she was distracted by her new tat, Foxy absentmindedly watched the cute tuft of hair above her pubic mound thicken and expand. Her bush trailed down, widened and darkened until it was a wiry jungle. Her trashy crotch tattoo was barely visible through the thicker, darker hair. It somehow made the already faded tattoo even more trashy. The stubbly man pulled away and spit out a stray pube before continuing.

More cocks surrounded her and several men were busy lazily touching themselves as they watched. They seemed to close in until Foxy could only see hairy male bodies. She was gently lowered to the ground while the stubbly man continued eating her out. She felt her hips, ass, shoulders, feet and hair squish onto the disgusting carpet. Slimy granules of god-knows-what rubbed against her supple skin and into her hair. Now on her back, Foxy looked up at the surrounding circle of penises with men jacking themselves off. Her eyes widened joyfully as just the sight of male genitals was enough to rev her engine. She kept her legs wide for the stubbly man and reached up to fondle her own breasts. Their natural, youthful firmness mixed with the silicone cause them to ride proudly on their own without needing any assistance. However, Foxy felt her fake tits sag and loosen slightly in her hands. They were still fake and gigantic, but they were droopier and flopped to the side if she didn't hold them in place. The silicone hadn't changed, but Foxy was clearly less naturally firm. A pang of worry at her worsening body quickly dissipated thanks to a renewed fervor courtesy of the man between her legs. Any concern or apprehension coalesced as an airy giggle which slipped from her lips. Her brain couldn't stay worried when it was being overloaded with sex!

Foxy traced her hand down. Her long fingernails brushed against her taut stomach which gushed with a new layer of fat. She couldn't see exactly what was happening due to her saggier tits, but Foxy knew her tight stomach had become bloated and soft. She felt her skin was looser and it jiggled when she shook it. She wasn't fat, but she was no longer skinny either. Her belly button piercing was dangerously close to being enveloped and her pubic jungle sat below her squishy paunch.

One of the surrounding men descended on Foxy and kneeled next to her on the floor. His stubby white dick stood at attention between his legs. He grabbed and guided Foxy's delicate hand to his member and she started stroking him out of habit. Another white man seemed to get the memo and did the same on the opposite side. Their hard flesh throbbed between her fingers. Without her hands to assist, Foxy's tits sagged to either side of her torso and she was able to see the black man eating her out was losing steam. He pulled away and Foxy saw his face shined with her feminine juices. She pouted and wiggled her hips to get his attention as her hands rhythmically worked the men on either side. The black man grinned and pulled his pants down to his knees. His impressive penis sprang out and pointed towards Foxy's sopping pussy. A happiness spread in Foxy's chest and she squealed with glee as he guided his big black dick towards her labia. Her legs quaked in anticipation and her heart fluttered. His manhood parted her womanhood until just the head was inside. Her slick, natural lubricant gushed and dripped down his shaft. She wanted him inside [i]NOW[/i]!

He grabbed Foxy's thighs and squeezed as he looked down at her with smug satisfaction. The man knew Foxy wanted him to [i]destroy[/i] her cunt. He enjoyed watching her squirm! Her thighs thickened in his hands and fat gushed around his fingers. They grew light pockets of cellulite while loosening.

Foxy groaned, "The fuck you teasin' me fo', nigga? Slam yo' dick in my lil garage, nigga!"

The grinning black man answered quickly, "Shut yo' black ass up, 'ho! I ain't paid fo' yo' ratched mouf' to disrespect me! I [i]paid[/i] fo' this 'ho pussy so ima [i]enjoy[/i] this 'ho pussy!"

Foxy hands stopped pumping and her head cleared for a second. Did he say...[i]black[/i]? But...Foxy wasn't black...? Right?

Her attention was snapped to her side as one of the kneeling white men grabbed Foxy's wrist and rubbed her hand against his crotch. He clearly wasn't happy she'd stopped. Her two tone, acrylic nails started changing as her hands resumed their work.

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The dark pink on the tips changed to yellow and they gained another half inch of length. These things were ridiculous now! They would significantly hinder her ability to do almost anything! Though, she had to admit, they looked perfectly suited to pleasuring a cock which they were busy doing right at that moment. It felt [i]right[/i] giving a hand job while wearing these trashy nails.

But Foxy's hands started changing even more when the black man between her legs finally thrust his hips forward and speared her with his dick. His whole rod plunged to the hilt on his first thrust. Their hips slammed together and their dark, curly pubic hair rubbed and intermingled. Foxy moaned deeply as her vagina was filled and stretched by his manhood. Her damp cunt clamped down on his penis like a virginal vice. While her brain had lots of experience, her body was completely new to sex. A brown speck appeared on the backs of her hands which grew and blossomed with each subsequent thrust. He pistoned in and out of her tight womanhood which dribbled and coated his rod with feminine lubricant. Each repetition released a soft *squelch* from opposite genitals fitting together perfectly. As if to highlight the difference, Foxy felt the man's ultimate symbol of masculinity, his balls, slap against her gooch again and again as if he were hammering home how significantly their anatomy contrasted with one another. The strong stench of feminine arousal and heterosexual sex wafted into the air and Foxy had never felt like such a [i]woman[/i]! Her breathing came in short bursts and her orgasm was quickly building. Her fattened stomach and thighs jiggled along with her saggier tits when his hips slammed against hers.

Foxy's eyes threatened to roll into her head as she glanced over at her hands, barely able to keep them working. Her extra-long, yellow and pink acrylics were the same, but her hands looked like they belonged to a black woman! Her skin was clearly a much darker shade though they were still smooth and delicate. That quickly changed, however, as the cuticles around her acrylics became less healthy and poorly maintained. She watched as her darkened fingers grew less supple and her skin became rougher. The joints in her fingers were more pronounced and knotty in addition to gaining a bit of overall length. It didn't just look like her hands belonged to a black woman, but a [i]middle aged[/i] black woman.

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She marveled at her hands which still looked perfectly suited to pleasuring cock. The ghostly white skin of the penis in her hand only served to make Foxy look darker by comparison. Brown skin crept further up her forearms each time the black cock squelched into her slit.

Foxy had a critical thought scurry through her head. Was she Dani or Foxy? She knew Dani wasn't black. Dani was a cute teenage white girl with dreams of being a restaurateur. She examined her aged, black hands contrasted against the white man's penis which it was expertly stroking. These hands [i]definitely[/i] didn't belong to a teenage white girl named Dani! She glanced between her heavy thighs at the black cock sliding and out. Her milky thighs could belong to a white woman named Dani, but they were too thick and chunky for a teenager. The dark skin rounded her shoulders and descended down to her tits. Foxy examined her floppy, fake breasts as they changed. She cocked her head to the side; these breasts were far too loose for a teenager! Her nipples poked outwards and darkened while the surrounding flesh mirrored the brown skin tone of her hands. There was no way these heavy, ebony tits were attached to a white teenager named Dani!

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The thrusting black man showed no signs of stopping as he rhythmically continued slapping Foxy's cunt. Her dark skin continued expanding down from her chest to encompass her squishy belly. She was able to see her pudgy brown stomach between her sagging breasts. Several obvious stretch marks carved into her flesh. The sight further confirmed to Foxy that she couldn't possibly be Dani. no teenage white girl had a belly like this! No, no, this definitely belonged to a middle-aged black woman named Foxy. A middle-aged black woman named Foxy that had popped out a kid or two!

When the encroaching, ebony skin reached her slit, Foxy knew something was changing internally. The virginal tightness she felt with each thrust lessened significantly. Her puffy white slit widened and fattened even more as it darkened. Her cunt gained wear-and-tear from thousands of sexual encounters, multiple children and decades of age. Curly black pubes sprouted around her loose opening which continued to receive a pounding by her partner. His long black cock sloshing into her experienced black pussy felt completely different now that she was blown out. Each thrust had less friction and generated less pleasure. The man mounting Foxy seemed to notice his partner was not nearly as tight as before. He stopped to glance down at her pierced, tatted, hairy black cunt. His eyes analyzed what was different. The pink walls inside Foxy's vagina were visible between sagging labia glazed with a suspicious white fluid. The man shrugged his shoulders and thrust back inside. Foxy immediately knew something was different. He felt [i]different[/i] inside. She glanced between her legs to see the man had a red condom covering his cock. The ribbed condom grinded against her loosened walls and provided just the right amount of texture. But still, the fact that he felt it necessary to wear a condom to fuck her spoke volumes about what she looked like and what she was becoming. Each thrust saw less and less of the busty, innocent waitress Dani, and more and more of the trashy, ghetto whore Foxy.

Her wobbly thighs were next. The pockets of cellulite deepened and they gained mass beneath the man's fingers. Deep brown skin filled in the pockets and crept down to her feet which became rough and calloused while her joints turned knotty. Her individual toes grew a crooked slant and her feet elongated until they were no longer dainty and cute. Her healthy nails gained a yellowish tinge while the balls of her feet became dry and cracked. Everything below her neck was fully transformed!

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The man lifted her thighs and legs into the air to get a deeper stroke. He was, apparently, no longer fully satisfied with what he was getting. Foxy figured it had to do with her loosened, mature vagina. The red condom became a blur of speed and depth. She knew her newly altered feet were in the air and visible to everybody; though Foxy could clearly see they fit her body and her surroundings perfectly. She knew everybody else could see it too. Her feet clearly belonged to a middle-aged, black prostitute.

With his new position, the black man increased his speed which pushed the dark skin covering Foxy to spread faster. She had long forgotten and neglected the white cocks in her hands. She braced herself against the disgusting floor and pressed her hips against the condom clad jackhammer. The disappointed white men stood up and sulked back into the crowd of losers jacking off.

Ebony skin crept up Foxy's neck and shoulders. Her flowery shoulder tattoo was swallowed up but stayed the same. The color then rounded her chin and spilled onto her face. Her silicone infused lips darkened but remained large and puffy. Her lip ring disappeared and she felt her teeth rearranging to be less perfect. A sizeable gap formed between her two front teeth and all the others around it twisted and became less straight. She gained older and more traditionally African facial features. Her nose flared widely, her jaw became more angular and her eyebrows thickened. The changes culminated with her crystal-blue eyes turning a deep brown. The blue color of her old eyes became a shimmery eye shadow which nestled above her new eyes. She still wore a nose ring in her expanded nostril, and her lashes gained thickness and volume.

The final change came to her flowing blonde hair which she rested on. It looked out-of-place on her older, ebony body. It started with a few strands turning black, but quickly cascaded all across her scalp until she had a mane of long black hair. Foxy had fully transformed into a middle-aged black woman and there was no indication anywhere on her body that she had ever been white.

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The man's strokes became shallow and fast. Foxy knew he was close to orgasm, though she was far from it now.

He grunted through ragged breaths, "You want Big Daddy to cream yo' slutty black pussy, ho'?"

Foxy barely managed to avoid rolling her eyes at this young man's attempt to talk dirty. How boring! He wasn't nearly good enough to talk such a big game!

Nonetheless, she moaned lewdly and let out a haughty coo, "Oh yeah, Big Daddy, yo' big dick feel so good fuckin' my slutty black pussy. I'ma cum!"

She was lying, of course, but the young man seemed to believe her words. He groaned while burying his penis as deep as possible. Foxy felt his balls contract against her hairy taint and his shaft twitch as he filled up the condom.

She released an exaggerated, high pitched sigh while rolling her eyes into her head and shaking her hips for good measure. It was her boiler plate performance but it usually did the job just fine. As expected, the young man gave her a satisfied, smug smile. He really believed she had orgasmed.

Men.

He withdrew his softening dick and Foxy could see an impressive amount of semen captured in the condom. He was watching her, so Foxy forced herself to draw a few panting breaths for show. She snuck a peek at her vagina and saw it was exactly how it should have been: loose, black and hairy. She wished she had a tighter pussy but that was a young woman's game and she was anything but. She also wished she hadn't gotten that stupid rose womb tattoo after her baby. It looked so faded and trashy beneath her pubes.

Despite all that, Foxy knew she was still sexier and more desirable than any of the young, white sluts skulking around 'The Boner Garage'. Still, the suspicious white substance coating her labia wasn't getting any better. She knew letting that entire bachelor party raw dog her last month would come back to haunt her! She flopped her tits to the side and shook her black hair from her face. She'd have to deal with that problem soon. She didn't want to be known as a 'condom only' girl.

She pushed herself to her feet. Foxy couldn't deny the soreness in her hips. Age was really starting to affect her performance. Her body had an even coating of sweat including her fat thighs and ass, her loose belly and heavy tits. She felt grime and dirt from the floor sticking to her back causing her to shiver. Why did she insist on advertising this way? But, as her dark eyes scanned the crowd of horny men she remembered: these were potential life long customers! She pulled the young black man in for a kiss and smiled warmly. She could see the desire and satisfaction in his eyes. Oh yeah, he would be back for more!

Foxy's ashy, discolored feet stepped across the carpet. The pain in her hips forced her to walk with a bow legged gait. She quickly found herself stopped by the same group of sleazy men leering at her. She tossed her black hair behind her shoulders and put her hands atop her hips. Her birthing hips combined with her saggy, stretch marked belly and loose vagina gave off the obvious impression that she was a mother to multiple kids. She looked like a woman with a lifetime of experience dealing with penis and its various consequences. Baring her body to the men also gave them a good view of her various tattoos and piercings.

She grinned at them and felt confident enough to shoo them away while declaring, "Ya'll motha fuckas wanna fuck a [i]real[/i] motha you come find Foxy Shiniqua Brown. Ya'll already seen what mama Foxy can do fo' yah."

She pushed past a few men who watched her lustfully. One man refused to budge so she pointed her long yellow/pink acryllic nail at him and ordered, "Get out my way, white boy, 'fore I whoop yo ass."

He stepped to the side nervously and Foxy felt a satisfying power swell in her chest. She was in complete control of this situation.

Bet some frail little white bitch named Dani couldn't do that!

She waddled painfully towards the back room and allowed her gigantic ghetto ass to shake wildly, knowing the large group of men were watching her leave. She was about to be flush with Johns for awhile after that performance! But right now, she was sweaty and covered in grime. She needed a shower!

Foxy neared the back room when she spotted Jen sitting nearby. Jen looked exactly like Foxy remembered: Pudgy belly, used pussy, trashy crotch tattoo, stringy and greasy brown hair, bad makeup and sad tits. Jen peered over to Foxy and smiled.

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"Hey Fox." Jen spoke in her gravelly voice, "Have fun? You looked good over there."

Foxy smiled with her crooked, gapped teeth, "Yeah, yeah we'll see. You neva know what them Johns gon' do."

Jen winced when she saw Foxy's abnormal stride. She commented quietly, "Don't you hate it when your parts are sore? It's crazy how you can fit a whole damn human through your cooter but taking a little dick in there can hurt so much."

Foxy laughed and lit up a cigarette, "Believe me, Jen, a dick ain't nothin' like pushin' a kid out yo' vag. I'd take that fuccboi humping my coochie all day over doin' [i]that[/i] again."

Foxy reminisced about having her daughter. It all seemed like such a blur now.

Jen piped up with a mischievous gleam in her eyes, "I guess you're the expert, Fox. Don't you have, like, five kids from different baby daddies?"

Foxy groaned, "Six babies, six baby daddies. Deadbeat piece of shit motha' fuckas too, every one of 'em! Don't know why my stupid ass always luvin' up on the hood rats."

Foxy took a hearty drag from her cigarette as her body adapted to her words. It became much more visibly obvious that she'd given birth multiple times. Deeper stretch marks carved into her stomach which, while already bloated and loose, sagged and drooped just a little more. Her hips pushed out, her breasts and nipples expanded and her gaping vagina became a little more open. Memories of mothering each of her six children crept into her brain. A lifetime of dating losers, liars and cheaters also fell into place.

Jen sighed, "We're all just a result of our choices, huh?"

Foxy nodded solemnly while absentmindedly itching her overgrown bush with both hands. Her long acrylic nails scratched against the faded rose tattoo on her groin. Her itching wasn't subtle in the slightest and the noise of wiry pubes rubbing together sounded just above the ambient noise. Foxy had no problem doing it while Jen was watching as any shame she felt had faded decades prior.

Jen hopped to her feet and took a deep breath, "Well, I guess I should to do some advertising of my own. Can't let you take [i]all[/i] the men now can I? Take care, Fox."

Foxy smiled towards Jen and watched her saunter towards the center of the room. The sting in her hips broke Foxy from a her stare and reminded her that she needed to move on. She waddled across the damp carpet towards the back room but stopped before she pushed it open. Her bladder was full and she could really use a bathroom break! She ran her tongue between the gap in her front teeth and puffed on her cigarette. She curled her black hair behind her ears as she contemplated what she wanted to do. Resigning herself to bodily maintenance, Foxy moved to the nearby bathroom door and stepped inside.