As seen by many people who love or hate it, chocolate is the rival of ice cream, and people sometimes prefer vanilla flavored over it. As for your opinion of the flavor, you don't hate it, but you dislike comparing them to other flavors because they both taste amazing, whether they're on a cone or not. Anyways, you decide to give the chocolate ice cream a shot and hope you don’t get angry looking at some people at the beach who will see you eating it. You then pull out your wallet in front of the cart attendant.
“I would like to have chocolate ice cream, please,” you tell her.
“Do you want it on a cone?” she offers.
“Yes,” you inform.
“How many scoops?” the cart attendant asks.
“Two.”
“Okay. Two scoops of chocolate ice cream coming up!”
The attendant scoops up chocolate twice and puts them into your cone, with one scoop on top of another.
“That will be $2.49, mam,” the attendant says, “including tax.”
“Here you go,” you reply while giving her three dollars.
“Thank you,” the attendant comments as she gives you your ice cream, two quarters, and one penny in exchange for the three dollars. “Enjoy!”
Once the attendant leaves you with your meal, you take a good lick of your ice cream. Mmm, that tastes better than you expected! Did the woman have a special ingredient in it? Still, you must be careful to prevent a brain freeze, so you slow down a bit. After a little more than five minutes, you finish your treat. You lick your lips to get any remnants of your chocolate ice cream on your tongue. You take your empty cone to throw it in the trash, but when you do so, you notice that your hands feel a bit… off.
First, both of your hands are bigger than they were and are getting decreasingly petite. Second, your fingernails have shrunk down to properly suit your now callous hands. Third, they have tanned so deeply that their skin has turned into a dark brown color. Nervous, you check the other parts of your body to make sure it’s not changing, and much to your dismay, it is. Within a full minute, you’ve become a Black woman with meaty hands, which looks quite silly, if laughable.
“What?” you spit out. “How is this happening to me?”
You look at your hair and find it darkening and receding to your head. Once your hair finishes retreating, there is only a clean cut remaining with faded sides. Your forehead and eyebrows widen while your lips do the opposite. After letting your jaw and chin project themselves, black stubble pokes out around your jaw. Your pointy and small nose shifts to straight and large while your nostrils widen. Your irises also darken until they’re both black, and your eyes get ovular as they shrink down with your eyelashes. During all of those, your spine and limbs extend themselves dramatically, leaving you with a height of around six feet tall at the end.
Very intense pressure consumes the rest of your feminine body as it alters. First things first, your neck receives a bulge while thickening.
“Ouch!” You spit out. You then realize that you have developed an Adam’s apple, which is why your voice has deepened. However, it didn’t explain why you have gained an African accent; your new race did.
You slam your palm to one of your shoulders as the latter broadens; they consequently make your bikini straps feel tight. It barely takes a second for your breasts to start shrinking afterward. All this pressure on your chest forces you to take off your bikini top. Unsurprisingly, your boobs have already shrunk one cup, but you are shocked to find that both of your nipples have completely darkened to black and shrunk to a penny’s size. You look at your biceps and note that the more your tits shrink, the more muscle your biceps earn. Ultimately, your breasts reach the point of becoming entirely unrecognizable, giving you a flat chest, at least for a few seconds. Muscle spreads to your once soft chest to make you develop a large set of hard pectorals, and hair additionally pokes out across them.
“Hold up,” you infer, “if that woman had put something in my ice cream earlier, could it be changing me into an African man?”
You might as well confirm it mentally, and in that case, you’ve got to admit that you’re starting to look quite sexy. Painful cramps interrupt your thoughts as your hips narrow, and your torso widens up immensely, eliminating your hourglass figure. Your ass, meanwhile, subtly converts its fat into muscle; it becomes flatter and tighter in the process. Your flat stomach naturally gains some muscle as it tightens, and by the time they finish, a six-pack stomach has formed on it. Hair breaks out again, and it’s much more effective than last time. Black hair surfaces from your arms, legs, and the bottom of your belly button. The last one ultimately connects your belly button to your thickening and darkening pubic hair. You take a glance at your feet to find out that they have become just as big and meaty as your hands; your toenails have become small too.
You just can’t believe what you’re seeing right now. Somehow, the chocolate ice cream made you go from a regular Western European woman to a handsome African hunk! Was there some kind of magic inside that treat? However, you realize that your changes aren’t over just yet. You still have your clit and pussy inside your bikini bottom… until now. You look to your left, right, and behind you to make sure nobody is around, and there isn’t. You strip down your bikini bottom between your knees and prepare yourself for the inevitable.
All in a flash, your bulging clitoris thrusts out of your vagina at an impressive eight inches. You blush sensually as your pussy closes up, but something else inside you is begging to be free. Your labia releases two increasingly hairy testicles just to create a scrotum. Your uterus twists and turns into your vas deferens as your remaining ovaries and egg cells convert into sperm. Your cervix seals shut, and your womb moves closer to your bladder while shrinking, turning into your prostate in the process. Back to your large clit, its hood creeps up around it, turning into your foreskin, and its head peaks out at the end, with your urethral head going with it, finally finishing the formation of your new chocolate cock.
“Holy shit,” you mutter, astonished at what happened.
With your new form almost completely naked, it’s amazing how nobody even laid an eye on you. You slip your bikini bottom turned swim trunks back on your waist, but there’s no need for your bikini top anymore, so it disappears without any vestiges. What do you do next, and how are you going to exist in this world as a Black man if you stay like this? Maybe you can go back to the ice cream cart to try to get back to normal. That might prevent your boyfriend’s bewilderment if he sees you like this without a single clue. You try to think things over with these thoughts.