Queen of Hearts: Part 6 (Patreon)

(Warning: Racist language and themes. This story is built on raceplay and transformation, but is not indicative of the personal beliefs of the author.)


Mia walked through the sunlit park, her bare feet padding gently onto the soft grass. Every so often she would feel the gentle crunch of a leaf or the gentle breeze as she wandered down the wooded path, but she couldn’t quite remember how it was that she’d gotten there. There was a part of her that recognized the feeling. Like a certain place that would appear in multiple dreams only for her to half-recognize it each time, and never to any meaningful effect. The wobble of her thighs and the soft tugging of her breasts against her chest reminded her that for whatever reason, she’d gone out without clothes. It didn’t especially bother her that that was the case, but even so it registered as odd. Mia had no idea why she’d done that.

The longer she walked, the stranger everything felt. Was the park always so forested? Was there even a forest by her house? Where were her clothes? Why were there no other people walking around?

The place was eerily quiet save for the rustling of the wind in the trees and the leaves beneath her feet. She wandered dreamily, noticing the faint blurriness of the trees surrounding the path, scintillating like she wasn’t quite supposed to be able to see past them.

No sooner had she had the realization that something began to stand out around the bend. Mia walked faster, turning the corner with a sort of urgent compulsion to see what it was that had stood out against the uniform trees and path.

To her confusion, a large group of black women sat naked with their backs to her. Some were chubby, others thinner. Some had curly, natural black hair and dark hair while others had blonde, straight hair and caramel toned skin. Those were the main differences however, as all of them were black, naked, seated, and had large, plump asses that formed cute, sexy little creases where their fat cheeks met the hourglassy curvature of their backs. Not one of them moved or spoke; they just sat in place without interacting with each other or even seeming to attend to themselves in any way.

(1)

As she watched them, a man passed by her without a word, walked over to one of the women and placed a strong, white hand on her shoulder. Automatically, the black girl bent over onto her hands and knees and presented her bare naked ass and pussy to him as if it were the easiest, most natural thing in the world. Soon another white man followed and Mia felt her body grow hot as he too picked a girl and placed his hand on her shoulder while the previous man pulled out his big white cock and started fucking the girl he chose.

(I love white cock…)

A whisper in her head like an old memory replayed for her, drawing her eyes to the plopping, wobbling ass of the black girl getting fucked in front of her.

(Nigger..)

It should have shocked her, but it didn’t. She felt that she should have agreed, but she didn’t. The thought simply….was.

Another man came and chose a girl to fuck senseless, and just like the others, she too crawled onto all fours to take his gorgeous white dick.

(I need white cock…)

The pattern continued with more men and more women. Mia couldn’t see any of their faces or even what was happening, but she knew every time she saw a man mount the willing woman in either her ass or pussy, she could only think of how much she adored white cock.

(Nigger…)

Similarly, she couldn’t stop herself from thinking the word every time she saw one of the black sluts bouncing her fat ass on that pale, luscious dick. In a way, they did seem to be less than them. Hungry niggers awaiting a nice, hung white man to shove his cock into her, fill her with cum, and leave her shuddering and twitching from the orgasmic aftershocks. Mia knew that she shouldn’t have felt that way, but the longer she looked, the less she could deny that it was true. They looked eager. Every one of them was literally there to get dicked down by someone better than them. If anything it was an honor. It was right. Even more, Mia couldn't tell what made them so different from herself. She was black. She had a big ass. Most of her days were spent looking for a man who wanted her, so what really was the difference?

Captivated and horny from the show, Mia sat down on the ground, watching the growing numbers of thick black girls (niggers…) moaning as (big white cocks) men pounded away at them from behind. She’d only been on the ground for a few seconds when she felt a rough, rugged hand fall onto her shoulder. Instinctually, she felt herself bristle at his touch and lean forward.

*BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP*

Mia reached over and slapped the alarm button groggily. She knew she was having a remarkably good dream, but per usual couldn’t remember what it was about. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she pulled out her phone and texted Trinh.

-Just got done with my session. Feel like going to the park later? Maybe just walk around and get some exercise?

The park was moderately crowded, with pockets of people walking the trails at a time while kids played on the playground with parents situated onto benches around the perimeter. There was still plenty of room to walk around and do things, but Mia got the feeling that Trinh was more interested in actually getting real exercise than she was. Mia had dressed herself up a bit flirtatiously while getting ready as her priority was seeking out hot guys to flirt with and to show off her new, thinner, sexier body. She’d spent an hour doing her hair and makeup before putting on her short red skirt and big hoop earrings in hopes of attracting some male attention.

(2)

Trinh however seemed to take the invitation to get some exercise more literally. When she’d met up with Mia at the park she was already doing some leg stretches in a pair of jogging pants and a little white tanktop with her hair pulled back into a cute ponytail. Even so, Mia couldn’t help but notice that even though she seemed to be ready to go for a run, Trinh still hadn’t skipped out on makeup or earrings either. Incidentally, whatever weight Mia had lost in the last few weeks Trinh seemed to have found. Despite her apparent focus on running during their meetup, her waist had visibly softened, giving her a plush and not unattractive puff of pudge that billowed gently over her tights and showed off her kneadable midriff and fit curves.

(3)

“Damn girl, you getting a lil thick!” Mia teased as she walked up.

“Oh ya? You checking me out now?” Trinh smiled, posing playfully.

“Shit, maybe.” Mia replied.

Trinh’s face shifted from a cute smile to an almost cocky grin as she stood up. “Well, sorry. You’re not really my type.”

Mia rolled her eyes. “What, still too fat for you, skinny girl?”

“No. Still too dark. You’re getting there but still a little niggy for me. You ever think about your skin lightened?”

The question had come off so casually. Instantly and easily commenting on the perceived wrongness of her skin color. Not that Mia felt that she could really contest it in the moment. She’d spent the entire time getting ready staring at her skintone in the mirror, wishing she’d been a little less….dark.

There were a number of things she was feeling in the moment and even more she wanted to say but all that all that tumbled out of her mouth was “….Bitch, you fuckin racist.”

Trinh merely shrugged.

The two of them chatted and walked around, making googly eyes at a group of guys playing ultimate frisbee in the grass. They approached and watched for a bit waiting to be noticed, and after the first match had ended, a muscular blonde strutted up to talk to….Trinh.

As much as Mia posed and preened, the admittedly douchy looking dudebro didn’t pay even the slightest bit of attention to the dark skinned girl over her Vietnamese friend. Dejected but not one to embarrass herself by acting desperate, especially for a man, Mia sighed and turned to walk away.

While Trinh was busy flirting with her spiky haired hunk, Mia strolled up the lane sighing at her own lot in life. Even 70 pounds lighter, she still wasn’t light enough to get a man that wasn’t some deadbeat thug or creepy chubby chaser. Just as she had pulled out her phone to text her friend that she was leaving, Mia’s eyes shot open at the sight of the most stunning woman she’d ever seen walking up the dirt path.

A curvaceous blonde in a cute pink jacket and a pair of jean shorts sauntered up the trail. As she passed by, she turned and smiled at Mia who was completely enraptured by her perfect pink lips and ivory features. The girl’s swaying hips and trim figure nearly caused Mia’s jaw to slacken, but it was her luscious canyon of cleavage that made it drop. Her hair was flawless, framing her generous chest and gorgeous face in such a way that almost made her sparkle. It was only when the woman turned backward to waggle her fingers at her, giggling as she passed that Mia realized just how intensely she’d been staring.

(4)

The starstruck ebony froze in place, watching as the girl passed by Trinh as well with the cute Asian craning her head to a certainly painful degree before turning to Mia with wide eyes. Even in her shocked state, Mia could make out her friend silently mouth the words “HOLY SHIT OH MY GOD!!!” as she approached.

The two girls stood together and watched as the blonde girl walked right up to the very man that Trinh had just been flirting with and was immediately grabbed by the hips and pulled in for a sloppy kiss, his hands immediately snaking into her shorts to squeeze her ass.

Both of them simply stared for a second before speaking in unison.

“You think I should go blonde?”

“You think I should get a boobjob?