Steven's eyelids fluttered as he woke up, clutching at his head. Oh god... what did he do last night... His eyelids opened into the dim twilight. It was evidently super early in the morning.
He staggered to his feet... and nearly fell, his stiletto heels buckling under him. Wait? Stilettos? He looked down at the dark brown skin on his bare leg, stuffed into black stiletto pumps. Trembling, his gaze moved up, tracing that bare leg up to big thick thighs, leading to a ginormous ass, squeezed into tight denim shorts.
"Fuck!" cried a husky woman's voice, and he staggered across the floor, getting his footing in this ridiculous heels, feeling his huge thick thighs rubbing together, feeling the weight of his big ass. There was a mirror in the staff bathroom...
He pushed the door open. The action exposed his arm to him, the same dark, dark hue, nails long and painted a lurid pink, like a stripper or a hooker or something. The door slammed open, and ahead of him, he saw a black woman looking back. A leopard print tank top clung to her torso, skin tight and clinging to an enormous pair of breasts, barely covering them, thick nipples poking through. As well as the fat thighs and ass, his face was that of a black woman, and somewhat stereotypical to boot. Dark eyes, big wide nose, thick lips, and slightly oversized teeth, framed by jet black hair, cut in a bob. He looked maybe about forty? Something like that? "Oh my god..." he gasped.