And thus did life continue like that for a while. Mammy and Jambo mated all night and labored all day, never once questioning their devotion to 'Massa' as they happily did his bidding. Every day was a delight...untill...
"Wake up, Franklin. Or should I say 'Mammy Frankee'?
She woke slowly, blinking back sleep, as she saw...the lights in their little room were on, and Jambo - or rather James Jamal - was standing over her.
"J-jambo?"
The black boys hand cracked accross her flabby jowls, and she winced. She was used to far worse from 'Massa Jaegar', but the fact that it was her beloved mate striking her made her want to weep...or sigh in relief. The part of her that was still the white, teenage boy 'Frankiln' knew that if Jambo had become James Jamal again...then somehow she might get back to normal as well.
Back home. Her family. Her...no, his old life...
"Not 'Jambo' any more, 'Mammy'. He tried to use the collar on me again. Something about wringing information about my fathers investments from me. He brought my mind back - just a little bit - but I was ready for him. I wrapped my hand around his throat...and broke his neck. At first, my 'Jambo' personality took over again, and I was in a panic. But eventually...I got my self under control...and I figured out how to reverse the collars effects..."
James Jamal smiled and looked down at her. She shrank under his gaze, fully aware of how huge and fat she was...how dark...her face looking nothing like the face of wealthy, young Franklin Pryce. Her lips so thick...nose so large and blunt...jowls and wobbling chins so full and fleshy...
"And then I thought of you. YOU put me in that position, Frank. You helped that monster do that to me, then you got caught up in the same madness. It couldn't happen to a nicer asshole, by the way. You look good like this, Frank. A big, fat, lumbering joke. I like the idea of you trapped in this form for the rest of your life. And that nicely submissive personality suits you. Now, 'Mammy'...get up and follow me."
Inside, she was in turmoil...but as usual, she obeyed an order from a superior. She struggled to her feet, her huge body naked and heavy with fat. She stood before James Jamal, and the black boy smiled and slapped her thick buttocks. "Put on one of your dresses, 'Mammy'...I've got things to do...and I can't have you waddling around naked, now can I?"
"No suh, Mista Jamal, suh."
"Please...call me 'Master Jamal, Mammy Frankee."
She smiled. She wanted to argue...but it was always so much easier to just do as she was told.
"Yes, Massa Jamal, suh. Mammy does jus' whut yo' wants."