You quickly break into a sprint after that "Vanilla" bitch. There was no way you were going to let her skip off with your lovely bosom! As you ran though, you felt your jorts digging into your sensitive honey pot roughly. It was so stimulating... you could FEEL the estrogen pumping up through your body, past your pale midpart and into your head, filling it up with impure thoughts. Oh how you would love to shove a fat cock down your throat or to squeeze your thick thighs against those of another bodacious babe...
You shook your head quickly- you were losing "Vanilla"! But it was just so difficult to keep up with her with these perverted thoughts plaguing you and with your swelling tits weighing you down.
Wait. But didn't "Vanilla" steal those from you?
You looked down and gasped in amazement. Your breasts were growing bigger and shifting back to your lovely dark skin color with every passing second. You ran faster, grinding your jorts harder into your lust filled pussy. The changes accelerated and your heavy tits ballooned back to their former size and your chocolate skin tone raced down your arms. Hot breath slipped out from your lips as you panted heavily with excitement and exertion. Your hardly covered body glistened with sweat.
Eyes refocusing, you looked back to your target. She was so close now, the distance wouldn't take much longer to close. "Vanilla" looked behind herself with wide eyes and broke off into a nearby park. You weren't going to let her get away so easily after what she did to you. With a thrust of your toned legs, you leaped towards her, tackling her to the grassy ground. The two of you tumbled for a moment, but with your powerful and heavy body you were inevitably victorious. "Vanilla" was pinned below you, your hands clutched around her wrists tightly. With slick sweat emanating from you and your target's bodies, you nearly faltered, but you held firmly to her, not allowing her to slip away from you. Your body hovered high above hers, and she looked at you with shock and fear.
"Wh- What are you going to do with me?", she nearly whispered.
You let yourself think for a moment; needing time to breathe after your "workout". Her remote had fallen from her grasp and now lied on the ground next to her.