Valerie's [Blacked] Birthday (Part V: Whiteboi's Epilogue)
[March 22, 2032]
Chad took another swig of his vodka, willing the pain in his numb balls to just go away. He stood before his mirror a shadow of his former self. If there was one thing that could be considered positive about him, it was that he cut fifty pounds in a month. For once he looked slim, but it wasn’t due to a diet, or exercise, or anything healthy. No, it was all down to booze, not eating, and mourning Valerie’s loss.
Her picture still sat on his dresser, her angelic smile and beautiful eyes looking him directly in his defeated soul. Another look though, in another direction and Chad saw her as she was now. He had her new OnlyFans page up and open. She wore a fresh Queen of Spades tattoo on her pubic-mound, and her tits were pierced. Although her body hadn’t changed form, she looked entirely different. Already he had blown what would have been a months salary for a lawyer on tips and videos…
And yet, none of it brought her back. Chad was honest when he proposed to her, and he still had the ring too. As a reminder of who she was, he wore it as a necklace… but life wasn’t worth it without her. Well now, you fuckup, you have two options. End your life or take the Kiss. How to choose? Oh, I know! Reaching into his pocket, Chad picked out a quarter.
“Here goes nothing, I guess…”
Heads, I blow my brains out… tails, I run the gambit of Kiss Transformation. Chad tossed the coin, and it was his best to date. And the results were…
“Tails!”
Chad was almost relieved, until he looked at the one pill he set aside. Deciding it was now or never, he took the thing and downed it with a swig of water. Standing nude as he was, he had a good view of himself in the mirror… and when the pill took hold, he saw a radiant neon-blue erupt in his eyes for a moment. Excited, Chad looked down at his balls…
Holy shit! I… I’m not in agony anymore! Miraculously, his testicles no longer pained him. Touching them was painless, moving them felt great… but his cock hadn’t grown at all. Yet, to touch it, he felt a pleasure like no other! Holy fuck, what happened?
If it were possible, his cock shrunk! But there was another miracle… he was hard! Even if it’s only two inches, hard is hard! Taking the medical victory at least, he’d at minimum be able to hold a job. Even so, he also noticed his pubes had vanished when he ran his hands over his smooth skin. He brought his hands around to his ass and felt… booty?!
Looking up as he moaned from the touch, he distinctly heard a woman’s voice! Was that Angela?! No, his door was closed. Looking into the mirror, he saw his stubble was gone, that all of his body hair had vanished! Staring back in the mirror, he asked,
“What the hell happened to me?!”
Though a girl in his form asked it, Chad saw the flicker of blue before a bright pink flashed and stayed. In all of his research, Chad knew this was possible, but that of the options for men, Alphas or Betas were most common. I’m… an… Omega?!
Chad found himself at another crossroads. I’m not a man… I’m not a man at all, not anymore. I’m some sissy-faggot like they called me… But then, looking at Valerie’s latest OF post, he thought it best to ask the subject expert…
[March 29, 2032]
A week later, Valerie heard the ring at her new home’s doorbell. Gah, I swear if its some white pig, I’m gonna go postal! She left her recording studio and threw on her QoS robe. Sinching it tight, she finally reached the door and opened it. On instinct she asked,
“What?! I’m… Angela, is that you?! No…”
Who is that?! She looks like Angela Simmons, but she’s off in Bali getting blacked out the wazoo. Those eyes… No, it can’t be! She recognized that nose and those lips, even as they wore light-pink lipstick. Her hair was short, but well-tended. Whoever this was had an ass too, she looked perfect for her man Tyrone!
She spoke then, and she asked with a familiar, if feminine voice,
“Hey Val, it’s been a while… Can I come in?”
Never one to turn away strangers, she invited her in. This stranger’s ass bounced and jiggled while she pranced inside. This interloper pranced right into her living room and sat down directly on some drying cum. Standing confused, she asked,
“I don’t mean to be rude… but you seem familiar. Do I know you?”
The woman asked,
“What? You don’t remember me? Hahahah… You busted my balls over a month ago, remember? You and your studs were fucking your brains out and I thought I could save you from the best sex of your life… I was so so stupid, but we all make mistakes, right? Mine was trying to take you from the Nubians who claimed you…”
Chad?! No… But she had the Simmons look!
“I don’t know what you’re talking about… Someone took my boyfriend to court over something like that, but-”
She produced a ring which was burned into her memory. The last time Valerie had seen that ring, it was around the cock of Chad as she and Tyrone dumped his body in a park. He flicked it to her, and she caught it.
“Whatever kind of game you’re playing, Chad, you need to leave, right the fuck now or Tyrone is gonna beat your ass! I-”
Chad cut her off by rushing Valerie. She recoiled in fear, but the whiteboi’s hands clasped around one of her wrists and brought it to his chest. There was just a bit of fat there, and he said,
“Don’t, Val… I’m not a man anymore, and my name isn’t Chad. Chad is my dead name. I’m Chelsy now, and I’m a sissy for BBC. Look!”
Valerie couldn’t process this, so she allowed Chad, or Chelsy or whoever, to flip up her skirt. Turning, she saw an S4BBC on one cheek, and a Jack and Queen of Spades tattoo on the other ass cheek. But she did one better than showing such devotion! Chelsy turned around again and flipped the skirt once more. He’s… no, she’s wearing panties now?! And… is that-
“And I’m even caged too! I was the boi who sent you that big tip asking for sissy advice, and well… I took it all! I’m on hormones, I have a BBC dildo, I goon to both your content and to BLACKED, as well as others… Valerie, look, I’m sorry for everything I said to you at trial, that night on your birthday, all of it! I know I’m a racist white animal, I know I’m irredeemable, but I hope you at least can forgive me… you mean the world to me, and you were right, always.”
Her heart fluttered. Could this be true?! Chelsy… you look, lovely!
“I… see. Well, I can forgive you for the stuff in court… but its not for me to forgive you for your racist comments to my king Tyrone. You look… lovely, though. How did you change so fast?”
Valerie hugged her, and she hugged back. Chelsy remarked,
“Booze… no appetite, and the Cupid’s Kiss. I thought if I got a dick like them, you’d at least look at me again, but turns out I wasn’t ever a man at all. I’m not even a boi. But speaking of Tyrone, if he’s ok fucking trans-sissies, I’m in the market to lose my anal-”
Enough of this! Valerie kissed her full on the lips, and Chelsy melted into her. When she ended the tender embrace, she said,
“No, Tyrone won’t be your first ass-fuck. I might hate Chad, but Chad is dead. You’re a lovely white-girl, and I’ve always been bi, and since its not racist to for me to fuck white girls, I’ll take your cherry! You’re everything I loved about Chad, in a less… problematic form. Come on!”
Chelsy followed her eagerly…
They would fuck the day away, Valerie riding Chelsy’s ass for ours, making her cum, but then they’d switch out. Both once more found a new love, which they willingly and joyously shared with Tyrone. Chelsy felt the wrath of Tyrone in her ass, and then later Jamal’s, but in the end, Chelsy moved in with Valerie and Tyrone…
[August 22, 2041]
This is your big day, Val! All the guys and gals threw you a big party just to give you the courage to be here… so why are you so nervous?! Valerie Cercone thought back on the events of the last nearly ten years. Although she had graduated with honors from Northern Illinois University, and could have had any job in the state, she wanted to settle down with her ****** black owned ******. OnlyFans paid more than enough to support her, but now it was time to begin her true calling, education. Yes, Chelsy was her sister in bbc now, but Tyrone was still her soulmate.
A text dinged from her phone as she left her car and walked to the Lincoln Way Fifth Grade Center. Looking down, she saw it was from Chelsy, and it read,
“I’m thinking about you, babe. Ty and Marcus are gonna fuck me non-stop until you get home. Be ready for a cum-treat from my ass!”
I look forward to it, babe. Valerie sent a warm text back… but then the true cause of her worry set in. I’m thirty-thousand dollars richer… but I’ve gotta meet big-dicked whitebois to earn it. And worst of all, at school! Just as she entered the school’s safety-airlock, she asked,
“Who are you, B.Kara2031? Who are you J.L.M69? I’m gonna find out…”
The day got underway shortly, and when her students piled into her classroom, she entered too and greeted them all enthusiastically. Although she had promised to brainwash her pupils, she hadn’t known what grade she was going in for then… and she felt ten and eleven-year-olds were far, far too young for that.
As she took her place at the front of the room, she felt two penetrating stares. A black-haired boy and a blonde boy stared at her with knowing, hungry eyes. They looked… familiar, but why? The black-haired child had a resemblance to Moira’s slut-friend Cassidy, but the other was… odd.
She’d have to check her roster again later to be sure, after rollcall she figured. Their third companion was a very handsome black boy named Luke. I just know you’ll grow up into a fine warrior, Luke, I bet by the time you reach high school, every girl in here will have fucked you!
Valerie snuck a peak at her roster, and she figured out the two boys’ names at least. The blonde, a cutie who she thought might grow up into someone like Chelsy, was named John Mittler. You’ll know your place in the world by the time you’re old enough to jerk off. But the other name was less… promising. His name came with sorrow and grief attached, one which she shared. She recalled the social-workers admonition,
“Remember this one, Ms. Cercone. He had a rough time of it at the end of last year. His friend, Megan Faith was murdered by her father, Terrance… not to mention-”
But worst still, she remembered Moira’s funeral. The one spoken of as Cassidy Kara was there, as well as a dozen other women of her order. Valerie wasn’t a member, but after nine years of slutting it up with Ms. Faith, she considered herself an honorary member of the club, and no one objected. Letting off a mournful sigh, she looked back into Blake Kara’s eyes, and she saw them as a bright, unearthly blue. Not quite the Cupid’s Kiss, but not normal either… What are you hiding behind those eyes, Blake? I’ll talk with you later…
Chad took another swig of his vodka, willing the pain in his numb balls to just go away. He stood before his mirror a shadow of his former self. If there was one thing that could be considered positive about him, it was that he cut fifty pounds in a month. For once he looked slim, but it wasn’t due to a diet, or exercise, or anything healthy. No, it was all down to booze, not eating, and mourning Valerie’s loss.
Her picture still sat on his dresser, her angelic smile and beautiful eyes looking him directly in his defeated soul. Another look though, in another direction and Chad saw her as she was now. He had her new OnlyFans page up and open. She wore a fresh Queen of Spades tattoo on her pubic-mound, and her tits were pierced. Although her body hadn’t changed form, she looked entirely different. Already he had blown what would have been a months salary for a lawyer on tips and videos…
And yet, none of it brought her back. Chad was honest when he proposed to her, and he still had the ring too. As a reminder of who she was, he wore it as a necklace… but life wasn’t worth it without her. Well now, you fuckup, you have two options. End your life or take the Kiss. How to choose? Oh, I know! Reaching into his pocket, Chad picked out a quarter.
“Here goes nothing, I guess…”
Heads, I blow my brains out… tails, I run the gambit of Kiss Transformation. Chad tossed the coin, and it was his best to date. And the results were…
“Tails!”
Chad was almost relieved, until he looked at the one pill he set aside. Deciding it was now or never, he took the thing and downed it with a swig of water. Standing nude as he was, he had a good view of himself in the mirror… and when the pill took hold, he saw a radiant neon-blue erupt in his eyes for a moment. Excited, Chad looked down at his balls…
Holy shit! I… I’m not in agony anymore! Miraculously, his testicles no longer pained him. Touching them was painless, moving them felt great… but his cock hadn’t grown at all. Yet, to touch it, he felt a pleasure like no other! Holy fuck, what happened?
If it were possible, his cock shrunk! But there was another miracle… he was hard! Even if it’s only two inches, hard is hard! Taking the medical victory at least, he’d at minimum be able to hold a job. Even so, he also noticed his pubes had vanished when he ran his hands over his smooth skin. He brought his hands around to his ass and felt… booty?!
Looking up as he moaned from the touch, he distinctly heard a woman’s voice! Was that Angela?! No, his door was closed. Looking into the mirror, he saw his stubble was gone, that all of his body hair had vanished! Staring back in the mirror, he asked,
“What the hell happened to me?!”
Though a girl in his form asked it, Chad saw the flicker of blue before a bright pink flashed and stayed. In all of his research, Chad knew this was possible, but that of the options for men, Alphas or Betas were most common. I’m… an… Omega?!
Chad found himself at another crossroads. I’m not a man… I’m not a man at all, not anymore. I’m some sissy-faggot like they called me… But then, looking at Valerie’s latest OF post, he thought it best to ask the subject expert…
***
[March 29, 2032]
A week later, Valerie heard the ring at her new home’s doorbell. Gah, I swear if its some white pig, I’m gonna go postal! She left her recording studio and threw on her QoS robe. Sinching it tight, she finally reached the door and opened it. On instinct she asked,
“What?! I’m… Angela, is that you?! No…”
Who is that?! She looks like Angela Simmons, but she’s off in Bali getting blacked out the wazoo. Those eyes… No, it can’t be! She recognized that nose and those lips, even as they wore light-pink lipstick. Her hair was short, but well-tended. Whoever this was had an ass too, she looked perfect for her man Tyrone!
She spoke then, and she asked with a familiar, if feminine voice,
“Hey Val, it’s been a while… Can I come in?”
Never one to turn away strangers, she invited her in. This stranger’s ass bounced and jiggled while she pranced inside. This interloper pranced right into her living room and sat down directly on some drying cum. Standing confused, she asked,
“I don’t mean to be rude… but you seem familiar. Do I know you?”
The woman asked,
“What? You don’t remember me? Hahahah… You busted my balls over a month ago, remember? You and your studs were fucking your brains out and I thought I could save you from the best sex of your life… I was so so stupid, but we all make mistakes, right? Mine was trying to take you from the Nubians who claimed you…”
Chad?! No… But she had the Simmons look!
“I don’t know what you’re talking about… Someone took my boyfriend to court over something like that, but-”
She produced a ring which was burned into her memory. The last time Valerie had seen that ring, it was around the cock of Chad as she and Tyrone dumped his body in a park. He flicked it to her, and she caught it.
“Whatever kind of game you’re playing, Chad, you need to leave, right the fuck now or Tyrone is gonna beat your ass! I-”
Chad cut her off by rushing Valerie. She recoiled in fear, but the whiteboi’s hands clasped around one of her wrists and brought it to his chest. There was just a bit of fat there, and he said,
“Don’t, Val… I’m not a man anymore, and my name isn’t Chad. Chad is my dead name. I’m Chelsy now, and I’m a sissy for BBC. Look!”
Valerie couldn’t process this, so she allowed Chad, or Chelsy or whoever, to flip up her skirt. Turning, she saw an S4BBC on one cheek, and a Jack and Queen of Spades tattoo on the other ass cheek. But she did one better than showing such devotion! Chelsy turned around again and flipped the skirt once more. He’s… no, she’s wearing panties now?! And… is that-
“And I’m even caged too! I was the boi who sent you that big tip asking for sissy advice, and well… I took it all! I’m on hormones, I have a BBC dildo, I goon to both your content and to BLACKED, as well as others… Valerie, look, I’m sorry for everything I said to you at trial, that night on your birthday, all of it! I know I’m a racist white animal, I know I’m irredeemable, but I hope you at least can forgive me… you mean the world to me, and you were right, always.”
Her heart fluttered. Could this be true?! Chelsy… you look, lovely!
“I… see. Well, I can forgive you for the stuff in court… but its not for me to forgive you for your racist comments to my king Tyrone. You look… lovely, though. How did you change so fast?”
Valerie hugged her, and she hugged back. Chelsy remarked,
“Booze… no appetite, and the Cupid’s Kiss. I thought if I got a dick like them, you’d at least look at me again, but turns out I wasn’t ever a man at all. I’m not even a boi. But speaking of Tyrone, if he’s ok fucking trans-sissies, I’m in the market to lose my anal-”
Enough of this! Valerie kissed her full on the lips, and Chelsy melted into her. When she ended the tender embrace, she said,
“No, Tyrone won’t be your first ass-fuck. I might hate Chad, but Chad is dead. You’re a lovely white-girl, and I’ve always been bi, and since its not racist to for me to fuck white girls, I’ll take your cherry! You’re everything I loved about Chad, in a less… problematic form. Come on!”
Chelsy followed her eagerly…
They would fuck the day away, Valerie riding Chelsy’s ass for ours, making her cum, but then they’d switch out. Both once more found a new love, which they willingly and joyously shared with Tyrone. Chelsy felt the wrath of Tyrone in her ass, and then later Jamal’s, but in the end, Chelsy moved in with Valerie and Tyrone…
***
[August 22, 2041]
This is your big day, Val! All the guys and gals threw you a big party just to give you the courage to be here… so why are you so nervous?! Valerie Cercone thought back on the events of the last nearly ten years. Although she had graduated with honors from Northern Illinois University, and could have had any job in the state, she wanted to settle down with her ****** black owned ******. OnlyFans paid more than enough to support her, but now it was time to begin her true calling, education. Yes, Chelsy was her sister in bbc now, but Tyrone was still her soulmate.
A text dinged from her phone as she left her car and walked to the Lincoln Way Fifth Grade Center. Looking down, she saw it was from Chelsy, and it read,
“I’m thinking about you, babe. Ty and Marcus are gonna fuck me non-stop until you get home. Be ready for a cum-treat from my ass!”
I look forward to it, babe. Valerie sent a warm text back… but then the true cause of her worry set in. I’m thirty-thousand dollars richer… but I’ve gotta meet big-dicked whitebois to earn it. And worst of all, at school! Just as she entered the school’s safety-airlock, she asked,
“Who are you, B.Kara2031? Who are you J.L.M69? I’m gonna find out…”
The day got underway shortly, and when her students piled into her classroom, she entered too and greeted them all enthusiastically. Although she had promised to brainwash her pupils, she hadn’t known what grade she was going in for then… and she felt ten and eleven-year-olds were far, far too young for that.
As she took her place at the front of the room, she felt two penetrating stares. A black-haired boy and a blonde boy stared at her with knowing, hungry eyes. They looked… familiar, but why? The black-haired child had a resemblance to Moira’s slut-friend Cassidy, but the other was… odd.
She’d have to check her roster again later to be sure, after rollcall she figured. Their third companion was a very handsome black boy named Luke. I just know you’ll grow up into a fine warrior, Luke, I bet by the time you reach high school, every girl in here will have fucked you!
Valerie snuck a peak at her roster, and she figured out the two boys’ names at least. The blonde, a cutie who she thought might grow up into someone like Chelsy, was named John Mittler. You’ll know your place in the world by the time you’re old enough to jerk off. But the other name was less… promising. His name came with sorrow and grief attached, one which she shared. She recalled the social-workers admonition,
“Remember this one, Ms. Cercone. He had a rough time of it at the end of last year. His friend, Megan Faith was murdered by her father, Terrance… not to mention-”
But worst still, she remembered Moira’s funeral. The one spoken of as Cassidy Kara was there, as well as a dozen other women of her order. Valerie wasn’t a member, but after nine years of slutting it up with Ms. Faith, she considered herself an honorary member of the club, and no one objected. Letting off a mournful sigh, she looked back into Blake Kara’s eyes, and she saw them as a bright, unearthly blue. Not quite the Cupid’s Kiss, but not normal either… What are you hiding behind those eyes, Blake? I’ll talk with you later…
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