"Who's fucking joking?" Krystal scoffed. "Look at the size of this monster! Look there's a fucking real chance that I might get lucky with this Chinese girl named Lucy tonight, and I intend to give her the ride of her goddamn life."
Bree shrugged. "Okay, girl. If you down with bein' two-tone an' havin' a fuckin' bratwurst hangin' between yo' legs, go for it. Ain't gonna stop ya."
"Be back in a minute, Bree," said Krystal, heading for a Changing Room.
Once Krystal was in the Changing Room, she locked herself in and undressed. She opened the box and looked at the instructions card. Apparently, she was supposed to use a special cream to remove her vagina first. Glancing around the changing room, Krystal was fortunate enough to find a tube of removal cream that a previous occupant had left.
Krystal squirted a wad of the cream onto her hand, pushed her haystack of pubes out of the way, and liberally rubbed the cream all over her pussy. Krys flinched as she suddenly felt her crotch go numb. The punk stared between her legs, watching in morbid fascination as her pussy peeled right off of her mound and fell to the floor. She stroked the smooth, featureless skin beneath her bush, unnerved by the lack of arousal there.
"Feels so damn weird not to feel my pussy lips down there," Krystal mused out loud. She picked up her detached pussy from the Changing Room floor and set it on the bench next to the cock box. "I guess I'll be selling you to Circe. Might as well hide the evidence and make back a bit of the goddamn money I'm spending on this cock at the same time."
Reading further, Krystal discovered that attaching her new dick was as simple as holding its base to her mons Venus and willing it to grow on her. Krystal gingerly picked up Jameela's cock, marveling at how heavy the giant rod felt in her hand. The girthy, chocolate-colored dick was about as thick as her wrist, and it hung at five inches even when flaccid, with the plump luscious foreskin making it look an inch longer. As she gripped it, Krys could feel the bulging veins beneath her fingers, and she reached out to feel the ample, hairy ballbag that hung heavy below it. Krys grinned. It was a good thing Jameela was trans, or she'd never have given this beauty up. Hmmm... maybe Jameela would prefer to feel this cock INSIDE of her, Krys thought.
Clutching the cock, Krystal held it to her featureless crotch. She gasped as tendrils of skin reached out and planted themselves in the skin below her pubic hair, knitting the dick to her body. Slowly, Krystal began to feel the cock as if it had always been part of her. Boooooy, was that thing sensitive! The very feel of the air conditioning on her new wang was getting Krys hard. She reached down to masturbate, but withdrew her hands in horror when she saw what was happening. The dark brow pigmentation of the cock was spreading! It was creeping down her thighs and up her belly, turning her dirty blonde pubes jet black as it traveled! Moreover, the bush and treasure trail actually seemed to be taking on a kinky, coily texture, puffing out into some kind of pube 'fro.
"Okay, what the goddamn fucking hell?!" Krystal shouted, watching Jameela Dukes' African-American complexion creep up her body.
By now, it had spread over her legs and onto her butt. As the dark melanin covered Krystal's ass, said posterior swelled with new fat deposits to give Krys some extra junk in the trunk. The changes actually felt quite good, like being slowly immersed in a lovely, warm ocean. Aroused in spite of her shock, Krys reached down to stroke her hardening cock.
The foreskin felt soft and velvety in Krys's hand. She slowly peeled it down from the glans, appreciating the tightness of the pucker. She shuddered at the intense feel of the skin dragging over the sensitive tip. Once it was all the way down, Krytal pushed the foreskin back over the dickhead, conjuring back the almost painful twinges of pleasure.
The black skin continued to cover more and more of Krystal, ballooning her originally modest boobs as they went. Soon, the coloration was crawling up the punk rocker's face. As it did, Krys feld her lips puff out and her nose flatten aside from a rounded tip. Moreover, her facial hair was quickly turning very bit as black and coily, As the chocolate skin finally covered her head, Krystal saw her green-dyed hair and change in the mirror, coiling and frizzing until it became a messy afro.
At that precise moment, Krystal came. With one last titanic shudder of biting pleasure, her new cock shot out a thick rope of gooey cum, quickly followed by another. Once the last trickle oozed out of the foreskin her dick was now retreating into, Krystal had covered the Changing Room floor in a thick puddle of spooge.
But she wasn't worried about the mess. Once she came out of her hazy after glow, all Krys could think about was how her body had been completely altered. A green-haired black girl stared back at her from the mirror, her skin totally chocolate brown aside from the palms of her hands and the soles of her feet. Even her facial features had changed!
Panicking, Krystal ran out into the main store, scarcely taking the time to throw her underwear back on. "Help!" she screamed. "Fuck, fuck! Bree, help!! HELLLLLP!!!"
Bree turned to look at Krystal, her face lighting up. "Holy motherfucking shit, girl! Look at you! You done join the sista club!"
"The dick did this, Bree!" Krys explained. "What do I do? Where's Circe?!!"
"She out on break," Bree answered. "But what yo' beef, Krys? You look major bitchin'."
"My beef, Breeyonna Anjelikah Dukes," Krystal said icily, "is that I've got no fucking way to hide or explain this to anybody who doesn't already know about this place. What if my mom comes to visit?! Or my brother? Or my sister? And I've got a fucking concert to do tonight! How the hell are my bandmates gonna recognize me?! If I walk up to them and say 'Hey there, bitches! It's me, Krys. I know I look a bit different, but I had a mishap in a magic store run by an ancient Greek witch,' they'll think I'm a fucking mental hospital patient! Ugh, why didn't the damn instructions warn about this?!"
Bree giggled. "Daaaaaayyyyum, girl! Chill! Ain't no end of the world. You be seriously pullin' off the look. Yo' hair is on fleek! Now, you gonna help me find a wang o' my own?"