"Man, black men on the down low sure will pay big bucks to screw hunky
white jock boys. Ain't that right slut?"
Brandon moaned softly in answer since he was licking Milo's cock head.
He learned fairly quickly that Master Milo liked Brandon's curled
tongue in it's master's oversize piss slit. The anatomical
transformation that Brandon had given his master made it hard for Milo
to do many of the things he used to do. He couldn't get his massive
bulge under the steering wheel of his car, but he now had Brandon to
chauffeur him around.
"Bring me your yearbook, Brandy!" Milo ordered.
Brandon handed his master his year book and lay back down on his
master's thigh and started lapping again.
"You were on the football team and the water polo team?"
"Uh huh," Brandon slurped.
"All but one of the guys on the water polo team are beefy white boys
like you. Think how much more I'd be making with a stable of sluts
like that? I think we'll have to have a party for them, don't you?"
"Hm?"
"Brandon, now that you've explained transform or dare to me, I'm
trying to figure out how to use it to my advantage. First off, I plan
to wait until everyone of their mouths is full. Perhaps a taffy eating
contest or maybe treacle? Then I'll say transform or dare. Some of
them might get away with a transform, other might get away with the
dare, but most will get both. And the way I see it, I'll be getting
good income."