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I walked quickly down the dark street, through the harsh pools of orange light cast by the streetlights. I kept my head low as I walked, looking out for anything out of the ordinary. Eventually I reached the deserted electronics store and walked around the back. Bingo! The dumpster was there and hadn't been locked, so I quickly lifted the lid back and hauled myself in. I quickly found a discarded PC - it looked a few years old but I might be able to salvage something from it. To me, dumpster diving was partly a necessity - I'm an average guy with bills to pay, and my job in the photocopying store doesn't pay that well. However, I did it mainly because I enjoyed it, the thrill of the hunt that treasure seekers throughout the ages have felt. The approaching car headlights snapped me out of my thoughts. Panicking slightly, I jumped out of the dumpster and ran further round the back of the store. There was no way out, the car was coming in the entrance to the parking lot so I crouched down and hid the best I could. I saw a nice expensive looking car screech up to the open dumpster and stop. An immaculately dressed older guy with white hair got out without turning the engine off. He looked around cautiously but didn't spot me. Quick as a flash he grabbed a tatty looking old suitcase from the seat of the car and threw it into the dumpster. Slamming the lid he looked round once more, and satisfied that he hadn't been seen he threw the car into reverse and squealed out of the parking lot. As his red lights faded into the distance down the deserted road, I finally crept out of my hiding place. Wow, that had been weird, I definitely didn't see *that* every day! My curiosity got the better of me and I opened the dumpster again. Sitting at the bottom amongst a pile of crushed cardboard boxes was the tatty suitcase. I jumped in and grabbed it, ignoring the broken PC I had found earlier. A quick look showed the suitcase was shut, and it must have been locked as the clasps didn't open. I was too curious to let it go, so I climbed back out and took the case with me. I could force it open at home. * * * I walked in to my tiny apartment with the case under my arm. I shut the door and immediately went to find my toolkit, a nice set I had found on a dive a couple of months back. I found a long screwdriver and set about prying the clasps open. Within a few minutes they had both popped and I opened the case. Inside was something very bizarre, it was a rubbery suit that looked like a deflated sex doll. I took it gently out of the case and noticed it felt like very smooth, fine latex, but was far too stretchy to be that. It had an unnatural feel to it, which heightened my curiosity. I spread it out on the bed. It had very dark skin and seemed to be a doll of an African black lady. The suit looked extremely realistic - it was spookily human, almost real. It was wearing what looked like a satin French Maid's dress but its large floppy breasts were exposed. In its mouth was a red ballgag with thick black straps reaching around behind the head. It was wearing fishnet stockings and very high heels. I touched the ballgag but that seemed to feel like rubber too. So did the dress and the stockings, it seemed the whole thing was like a big rubber model of a woman. The ballgag seemed to be locked on with a small padlock and the suit's face seemed to be covered in what looked like cum. Long streams of white rubber crossed its face from many different angles as though the woman had been the victim in a bukkake movie. This even continued into the suit's poorly dreadlocked hair which seemed to be positively matted with cum. Looking closer I noticed each breast had two neat lines of hypodermic needle tips piercing the flesh. The needle tip went into the skin and then reemerged half an inch later. Small beads of red rubber were clustered around the entry and exit points, looking like very realistic blood. Streams of cum lay over the suit's breats too, splattering the needles and mixing with the rubber blood. The maid's dress had not escaped either and the frilly black skirt was similarly streaked with cum. I lifted the skirt and saw the suit was wearing what looked like pink lycra panties. There seemed to be some lumps under the panties, but the panties were rubber too, moulded against the skin of the suit; they didn't come off so I couldn't see what the lumps were. The front and back of the panties also had white patches of rubber cum on them which all looked as though they were somehow darkening the lycra with their moisture. Also apparent were angry dark welts on the suit's buttocks, as though it had been caned. They stood out even against the dark skin and made me feel very uncomfortable. A rubber tube seemed to poke out from the rear of the suit's panties, which ended in a round bulb with a valve on it. The suit looked as though it had an inflatable dildo in its ass! I marvelled at this thing spread out on the bed. Who would make a suit like this, a carbon copy of a bondaged, tortured, bukakke'd black girl? I could see why the old guy got rid of it, it was kind of spooky. Still, for some reason I decided to hang on to it for the moment. I lifted it up to pack it into my closet, and for the first time I noticed its belly. The skirt of the maid's dress seemed to be quite high up and a large dark belly flopped out from under it. Angry black stretchmarks coated the suit's belly - it was extremely pregnant! The belly button was pushed out and underneath similar rivers of cum I could see a darker line running downwards towards the suit's panties. It looked very unnatural - it was a floppy rubber model of a tight pressurized pregnant bulge. The suit had an open zip running from the back of its neck down to the top of its buttocks. I put it on a coathanger and hung it up in my wardrobe, the rubber black lady staring back at me. Why did I want to keep it? The thing was spooky yet strangely attractive. Hey, I figured it wouldn't hurt to keep it for a day or so while I decided what to do with it. * * * The next day I was thinking about that strange suit all through my shift at the copier store. I don't know why it occupied my thoughts so much, maybe it was because it was so strange and unexpected. I started to imagine the suit was a real girl - what would she be feeling? Why would someone do that to her? I had to catch myself several times through the day as I was just daydreaming instead of doing my job. I couldn't wait to get home and see it again. * * * When I got home I immediately went to my wardrobe and got the suit out. She was still as I had left her - ballgag tight, needles in her huge exposed breasts, covered in cum. I stared at one of her nipples, big black and stiff with a thick metal piercing through. Before I could stop myself I slipped it into my mouth and started sucking, tasting rubber but feeling the contours of her heavy pierced nipple against my tongue. I instinctively reached for her other breast but it was empty and floppy and it made me stop. What was I doing?! I couldn't believe I had just done that. This was a rubber suit! But it looked so realistic, I was having trouble thinking clearly. Feeling embarrassed, I left it sprawled over the bed and went to get some food. * * * An hour later I had eaten and was trying to watch TV, but I was still thinking about the suit too much to concentrate on anything. For some reason I started wondering what it would feel like to wear it, so I wandered back into the bedroom and sat down next to it on the bed. What would it be like to be her? To be massively pregnant? To have such large breasts? To have all those needles stuck into my skin - did they hurt? What about being covered in such a large quantity of semen, what would that be like? Or even just being black and female? As I was wondering, I pulled my socks off and took off my jeans and boxers. I took the suit and opened the back wide, bunching up one of the rubber legs. I put a foot into the back opening and into the leg, sliding the gathered rubber material up my leg. The ridiculously high heels on the suit's feet seemed to be rubber too, and stretched to accommodate my wide feet. I slid the suit's leg all the way up my own, marvelling at the sight of the bright pink fishnet stockings on dark black skin. I soon put my other leg in too and admired the sight - this girl's sexy legs stretched over my thick masculine ones. I really should have stopped there, but I had had just taste of her and wanted more. I took off my t-shirt and slipped my arms into the suit's arms, noticing the long rubber fingernails on the end of the gloves, a lurid pink shiny nail varnish painted on them. I turned my hands over and flexed my fingers, amazed at how realistic the dark skin looked on me. The head of the suit was now flopping on my chest, but I could see the loose empty breasts with their angry lines of needles just inches from my face. I had a nice top-down view of the maid's dress I seemed to be wearing and the hollow pregnant belly flapping forlornly out underneath it. I had to have more! I reached behind myself and tried to grab the zip on my ass. It was difficult with my hands in the rubber gloves of the suit's hands, but I managed it eventually and pulled the zip up my back to my shoulder blades. I looked at the hollow inside of the suit's head - it had two small holes where the nostrils were, but nothing else. That didn't put me off and I tried to figure out how to put it on. I opened my mouth wide and managed to get the rubber ballgag between my teeth, and stretched the rest of the head over my own. Blinded by the taut sheet of rubber over my eyes, I lined up the nostril holes and could breathe again. My dick was as hard as a rock and I knew I had to complete what I started. I reached over my shoulder blades and found the zip. I pulled it all the way up to the top, at the back of my head. The zip simply disappeared from my hands. Quietly and with no fuss, it was there one moment and gone the next. I barely had time to register what had happened before an absolute explosion of sensation hit me. Pain, intense pain, coming from all over. Bright light, my eyes were somehow open and I could see. Everything about my body felt wrong and different. I tried to gasp in shock but the padlocked ballgag held my jaw tight. The jerk of my gasp caused the dull weight of my breasts to sway; bright red lines of pain shot across my chest as the needles shifted. My mouth was packed solid behind the gag with what felt like bits of rubber - condoms? I could feel the rings of condom bases against my tongue and could taste cum and blood. I was bewildered, confused and totally in shock. I couldn't even start to think about what was happening or why - I started to feel light-headed as I realised the pain in my belly was getting worse. Was I having the baby? The world span and I passed out on the bed. * * * Some time later I came too, I had no idea how long I was out. Pain was all I could register - I had fallen face forward into my heavy boobs and the needles were white hot daggers of agony. I heaved myself up to a sitting position, trying unsuccessfully to ignore the swaying bite of my tits. I noticed that my new cum-covered body had left a wet stain on my bedsheeds and I suddenly felt very nauseous. Panic shot through my confused brain as I realised I would probably die if I threw up like this - I would simply choke on my own vomit. The panic made the nausea worse and I realised I had to act fast. I scrabbled at the ballgag's straps, my long nails scratching lines into my face. It was no use, the padlock held it fast, my fingers had stupid nails on them and my fingers were becoming coated with cum from my hair. I had to get this thing off! I whirled around in sheer desperation, looking for a solution, feeling the bile rise in my throat. My toolkit! I tried to dash for it and promptly tripped on my stupid stiletto heels, falling painfully forward. I landed on all fours and crawled for the toolkit. My spirits rose as I found a pair of sharp scissors, but I knew I was going to throw up any second now and I just didn't want to die. I crawled quickly into the bathroom and dragged myself up to the mirror. A panicked black girl looked back at me - I wasn't wearing a rubber suit any more, like I had suspected. I tried to get my fingers into the rings of the scissors, but my nails kept getting in the way. In sheer desperation I rammed my fingers in and broke two nails off; the pain would normally have been unbearable but with all I was going through at that moment I didn't seem to care. I quickly started attacking the leather straps of the gag, but they were tough and thick. I was running on adrenalin, hacking at the straps. Fresh red blood rose on my cheek as I accidentally gouged myself, mingling with the sticky white cum that coated my face. After what seemed like an eternity the strap finally broke and I spat the entire contents of my mouth out into the sink. The ballgag landed first and was followed by an unbelievable number of floppy used condoms, white gobs of cum still in them. Mixed in was brownish fluid and a used tampon - that was why I could taste blood! The sight of it all made my stomach turn and I just managed to get my head over the toilet bowl as I threw up. As I puked I was revolted to taste urine in my vomit - what had happened to this girl? My thoughts were interrupted by my huge boobs slapping against the toilet bowl. I could hear the clink of the metal needle tips against the porcelain as a wave of angry pain shot through my tender breasts. After a minute or so of vomiting I seemed to be empty. The dry retching came to an end and I just curled up on the floor, in total shock. I had been turned into this black girl and I had nearly choked to death. My ass hurt, my pussy hurt, my boobs especially so - but I noticed my pregnant tummy didn't hurt as much as it did before. I felt it and the pressure was amazing, the dark skin was tight as a drum and ridged with tender stretch marks. I lay there trying to think, the dull pain bearable if I didn't move. If getting into this suit turned me into this girl, maybe I could take it off? I reached behind my head and lifted up my matted dreadlocks, slick cum covering my fingers. I fumbled for the zip but there was nothing there! The zip was entirely gone and I seemed to be stuck in this girl's body. I couldn't even begin to think how this had happened - was it magic? Aliens? I wouldn't have believed it if I wasn't lying here in a new body. Again my thoughts were rudely interrupted by a rising pain in my belly. It gathered strength and I was soon screaming the place down as the agonizing pressure built. I felt an urge to push down on the pain, to push it away... I realised I was controlling some muscles I didn't even know I had. I pushed and pushed, holding my breath against the pain and intense pressure. Oh my god, I was really having the baby! I wasn't ready for this. As the pain grew to almost intolerable levels I was aware that my pussy really hurt whenever I pushed. Through the screams I managed to slip a finger into my soaking lycra panties and I felt my tightly stretched labia and some lumps of metal. My pussy lips were being held together against the pressure! Panic rose again. What was this? What was going on? I noticed the pain in my belly was starting to subside. Was I having contractions? I had to see my pussy but the massive mound of pregnancy prevented that. I staggered to my feet and managed to balance on the heels. I tiptoed to the cabinet and found a small hand mirror. I pulled my panties down and sat down on the floor to examine my pussy. I held the mirror between my legs and tried to find a position where I could see over the gigantic mound of my belly. After a while I got the hang of it and gazed at my shaved cunt. I had about ten piercings through each pussy lip and I could see ten thick metal rings holding my lips closed. Each ring went through one piercing on each lip and they held my labia together very tightly and effectively. I had pictures in my head of trying to give birth against these rings, and the pressure and pain of being torn apart. My head swam and I leant over to throw up once more. After dry retching a few times, the feeling passed and I sat and thought. The pain in my belly had subsided so I must be having contractions. The last one was just as I passed out which was a while ago, so I must be only in the early stages of labour. I probably had ten or fifteen minutes before the next one, so I needed to get the rings off before much longer. I used the mirror to examine the rings again - they seemed totally solid, but there must be a way to take them off. I tried to rotate the top one with my fingers but it was difficult as the ring seemed too big for the piercings and my semen-coated fingers slipped easily against the smooth polished metal. I eventually managed to rotate it enough to see a small hexagonal depression - a hex bolt! Oh my god, I needed tiny Allen keys. I knew I had some in my toolkit but the heels would prevent me from getting there quickly. I fiddled with the buckles but I couldn't undo them with my long fingernails; I would have to walk. I used the washbasin to drag my pregnant body upright and tottered on the heels. I could see the scissors lying in the basin on top of all the condoms I had just spat out, and remembered how difficult it had been with nails like these. If I had had such problems with scissors, I would be useless trying to undo the rings in my pussy. I grabbed the scissors and quickly cut each fingernail off using a single cut for each. It didn't look pretty but it enabled me to use my fingers properly. I ran my hands under the tap to get the worst of the cum off them and then tottered slowly over to my toolkit, trying to ignore the stinging pain in my swaying breasts and the heavy pressure of my pregnancy. The needles in my tit flesh could wait until later, I had to stop my pussy from being ripped apart by the baby. I scrabbled through the toolkit and found a set of small Allen keys, hexagonal metal bars used to undo hex bolts. I sat on the floor and used the mirror to look at my pussy, finding the top ring was still in the positon I had left it. I fiddled with the Allen key and managed to get it into the small hexagonal depression in the ring. After a lot of pressure the hex bolt gave and started to turn slowly. It was fiddly but I managed to loosen the bolt and eventually a small section of the ring came apart, leaving a thin gap in the ring. I put the key down and gently slid the skin of my labia through the gap, one after the other. The first ring was off! I triumphantly threw it in the sink and looked at my pussy. Pulling the dark ebony skin of my labia back I saw a tiny patch of bright pink - the inside of my pussy. I felt it with a finger and immediately hit my clitoris! I gasped in pleasure, feeling the skin of my nipples stiffen around the thick metal bars in their piercings. Oh man, it was so tempting to play with my new equipment but I had more pressing concerns. Getting down to work, I started rotating the other rings to find their hexagonal holes. It was slow work but they came off one by one, my taut pussy skin sliding through the gaps. Just as I had got the fifth ring off and I was starting to enjoy the loosening feeling in my cunt I felt a small cramp in my belly. Panic shot through me - another contraction was beginning! I frantically looked around for a clock but I couldn't see one. How far apart were they? How long did I have? I had no choice but to grit my teeth. As the pain and pressure gradually built up I frantically scrabbled at the sixth ring, rotating it into position. I fumbled the Allen keys as a dagger of pain suddenly ripped through my belly, the contraction had started in earnest and the urge to push was overwhelming. I tried to stop myself but I couldn't - I pushed hard against the pain, contracting strange muscles in my uterus almost involuntarily. I felt my pussy stretching, and now that I had taken a few rings out the pressure was uneven. The sixth ring took the brunt of it and I screamed in pain as my labia were stretched beyond imagining. All I knew was pain, but I had to concentrate. I used my hands to press on my pussy, pulling my dark skin and trying to even the pain out. It didn't help much but even a small relief was welcome. After what seemed to be an age of sobbing and gritting my teeth I found I had some control over the urge to push, and I fought it all I could. It was difficult, like trying not to hiccup, but I managed to hold back a bit and the agony of the contraction began to let up slightly. Elated, I realised I was over the worst of this one! A minute or so later I could think again, the pain now back to a dull pressure as the contraction subsided. Oh man, the contractions were closer than I had first thought - I was getting close to having to go to hosptial. I had to think of a plan, fast. I reckoned I could get the rest of the rings out of my cunt and phone for a taxi before the next contraction, then make a start on removing the syringe needle tips in my breasts while I waited. I could throw on a pair of my jeans and a T-shirt to go to the hospital, so that was OK. The inflatable dildo up my ass was only uncomfortable and not painful, so that could wait until last. It didn't really matter if I couldn't remove the dildo before I went to hospital but it would obviously be better to do it. Just coming up with a plan to deal with my immediate situation seemed to give me renewed strength. I smiled with faint hope as I fiddled with the sixth pussy ring - maybe I could actually get out of this alive? I would gladly live the rest of my life as a black woman if it meant I didn't die in agony and humiliation in my own bathroom. I kept working on the rings. Each one came off slower than I would like but I kept working, putting the removed rings in the sink with everything else I had removed from this new body of mine. By the eighth ring I had reached the entrance to my pussy hole and I slipped a finger inside - whoever had owned this body last had obviously stuffed things into all my other holes so why should my pussy be any different? I wasn't surprised when I felt rubber and removed a tied cum-filled condom. I checked again and found two hollow plastic balls with ball bearings inside. They went in the sink too and my pussy was finally empty. These small victories spurred me on and after a few minutes I was sliding my labia out of the gap in the last ring. My pussy was free! I dragged myself up again, still amazed at the enormous weight in my belly. I was getting more used to the heels and made it over to the phone beside my bed without much trouble. The taxi guy that I rang was surprised but eager to help a pregnant lady and said he'd have someone there within five minutes. Five minutes - what could I get done until then? I probably would be having the next contraction by then so I didn't really know how much longer I had. Oh well, the needle tips were next. I staggered over to the mirror and gazed at them. Small shards of metal with larger plastic connectors on one end, there must have been about forty of them in each breast. There were already many trickles of smudged blood covering my breasts, my movements must have caused a lot of it. I had to try removing one. I took a plastic edge in my fingers, closed my eyes, gritted my teeth and pulled quickly. The needle slid easily out but the pain was intense! There was no time to dwell on it, I had seventy-nine more to do. I got into a routine where I would take a deep breath, pull, scream, and move on. Tears were streaming down my cheeks as the pain was almost too much to take. I would have preferred to keep my eyes closed but I had to look at the next one in line, blinking back tears to try and focus on the task. I managed to finish twenty - one line on one breast. I couldn't do any more so I stopped for a rest. I looked down at my boob, my tears dripping on to the fresh red blood seeping out of the holes in my flesh. The bright red was a stark contrast against the tanned ebony of my new skin. I cried more as I realised I couldn't get the other needles out before I went to hospital, I had to be seen my doctors with them all in. I tried removing my cum-covered maid's dress but it seemed stuck. I quickly checked and found that it too was locked onto me with a series of small padlocks behind my back, probably through the loops for the laces. I hadn't noticed them until now. Sighing and choking back tears, I reached for the tube of rubber coming out of my ass. I found the bulb on the end of it and twisted the small metal valve. There was a hissing sound and I felt the pressure in my ass start to subside. Quicky I had a thought - what was up my ass? Oh no, I could have had an enema! I closed the valve again and tottered back into the bathroom. I made sure I was firmly sat on the toilet before loosening the valve again. Sure enough I felt a large partially-inflated rubber toy slip out of my ass follwed by a gushing torrent of fluid. The relief was immense, I had not realised the amount of pressure that was due to the enema rather than the baby. I decided I really didn't want to see what had come out, and hit the flush while I was still sitting down. I held onto the bulb of the toy and let the flush wash it clean before throwing it into the sink too. I didn't have long now so I went to find some clothes. The heels were still padlocked to my feet and I still had the fishnet stockings on, so getting my jeans on was challenging. I managed it - they only just went over my ample padded butt and my pregnant belly got in the way when I tried to do them up, but I got them on anyway. They were far too long, I would have to be careful when I walked. I found the biggest, baggiest T-shirt I could and pulled it over my head. It flopped down over my breasts, immediately turning darker where the drying cum was. Red patches expanded across the fabric as the blood leaking from the needle punctures soaked into the T-shirt. Oh well, it would have to do. I gasped as I felt a small cramp start in my belly again. No, not the next one, please! I heard a knock on the door as well and cried out in pain. The door opened and the taxi driver came in - his eyes went wide at the sight of me and he rushed over to me to help. "Oh my God", he said, holding my arm as I tried to stand, "what in the world happened to you, girl?" I couldn't think of what to say. "I... I don't remember", I sobbed, the tears genuine as the building contraction made itself felt. "Please, get me to the hospital as soon as you can!" He nodded earnestly and helped me out to the car. I lay across the back seat and screamed as he drove, the pain of the contraction adding to the pain in my bouncing boobs. I don't remember much of what happened next, it was all a whirl. I was getting out of the car, being rushed inside the hospital. People were mentioning words like "dilated" and "police" and some maintenance guy came with bolt cutters to snip the padlocks off me. The next thing I remember was a mask being placed over my face - I took a deep breath and the pain seemed to subside a little. I was lying on my back and I was naked. A pretty redhead nurse was busy removing the needles from my breasts, patting them down with cotton wool and cleaning the holes. My belly was still enormous and still hurt like hell - it had a stretchy strap over it that held a small plastic disc in place. A few other nurses and doctors were around me, sounding agitated. As the redhead finished taking the needles out of my boobs, a fat dark-haired nurse appeared with a tube of clear goop and smeared some onto my taut belly. "Please, what's happening?" I said. "It's OK madam", she replied, "we are trying to locate the baby's heartbeat. We can't get one using the monitor so we'll try it with the ultrasound." She leant over to a machine next to her and grabbed a white ultrasound scanner. She pressed it against the smear of goop on my belly and a bright black-and-white picture flared into life on the machine's screen. As she moved the scanner around I could see various cross-sections of a large baby, but I couldn't really interpret what it all meant. The nurse looked very concerned, a frown furrowing on her face. She turned to the redhead nurse. "Get Dr. Thomas in here now!" The redhead scurried away and within a minute a doctor appeared and started talking to the fat nurse without really looking at me. I stared in amazement - he was tall, grey haired... he was the man who dumped the suit in the dumpster! At that moment I heard the nurse saying "stillbirth" and the doctor turned to look at me. His eyes met mine and went wide momentarily. He then seemed to compose himself and turned back to the nurse. "Jenny, please go and prep the theatre, I'll take over here. Vaginal delivery, we'll need an epidural so get Suzie down here too." The nurse nodded and left, leaving him alone with me. "Please", I begged, "you know about this suit, you have to help me!" He looked shocked. "SSSSH! Not so loud!" He leant over and whispered in my ear. "Whoever you are, you fished my suit out of that dumpster, didn't you?" I nodded, feeling scared. "Please", I whispered, "do you know how to take it off! I'm a man, not a woman! Get me out of this thing!" "It's OK, I'll look after you, you'll be fine. I know how to take it off but now you're in the hospital I can't just let you out, or they'll think you've gone missing and the police will get involved." I looked at him, and nodded my agreement. "Alright", he said, "you have to go along with this. The baby inside you is dead, I'll explain later. I know this body, you can give birth vaginally with no complications. The birth will be straightforward, we'll give you an epidural which basically means it won't hurt. You'll give birth, we'll dispose of the dead baby and then discharge you within an hour or two. Go home, wait until I've finished my shift then I will come and get you out of the suit." I nodded again. "Yes, yes, I'll do what you say, just get this thing out of me!" He smiled - it was the first time I'd seen him look anything other than mortally afraid. "Don't worry, we will! I must say, I'm impressed at how you managed to survive this far. The others will want to meet you!" "Others - what others..." Just then I felt a crontraction start, and come on hard and quickly. I screamed in pain and he put the mask over my face. I breathed deeply and quickly; it took the edge off the pain but didn't really diminish it much. A few minutes later it subsided again. Dr. Thomas looked at his watch and scribbled something on a sheet of paper. A short brunette nurse appeared and made me sit up on the bed. My swollen breasts rested heavily on my engorged belly as another nurse took my hands and pulled me forward slightly. The brunette went round behind me and I soon felt a small sharp pain in my lower back. "Don't worry love", said the nurse holding my hands, "that's just the epidural going in. It'll make it all better!" True enough, the sharp pain didn't last long and soon I couldn't feel my belly or my legs at all. * * * Several hours later it was all over. I had got dressed in just the T-shirt and jeans I had worn to come in. The straps of my stilettos had been cut to get them off, but as they were the only shoes I had I wore them loosely on my feet. A nurse had given me my pink fishnets and cum-soaked maid's dress in a plastic bag. My pussy hurt like hell and my belly felt strangely empty. As I walked through the hospital, people stared at me - I had two large wet milky patches on my bloodstained T-shirt. My boobs were leaking milk profusely and you could easily see the dark ebony of my skin through the wet patches. I didn't mind - I knew I was getting out of this body soon, and nobody knew who I really was. Now that I wasn't fearing for my life or panicking so much, I realised it felt quite erotic having braless milky breasts swaying gently on my chest; there was something sexy about being this slutty black girl temporarily. The taxi ride home was amazing as I had a chance to play with my nipples through the wet material of my shirt. I could see the taxi driver looking at me in his mirror as I pinched and pulled my nipples, causing rivers of milk to squirt onto the inside of my shirt. As we sped through the streets of the city I slid my slender black fingers into my jeans and found my clitoris, but I was still too sore down there to really masturbate in earnest. Still, it was an enjoyable way to pass the time... * * * Once I got back in my apartment I looked at the clock. I still had an hour before Dr. Thomas called round to get me out of the suit, so I had time to play with my new body. I quickly stripped and admired my temporary body in the bathroom mirror. I had enormous fun roughly manhandling my breasts, pinching my stiff nipples and squirting streams of milk onto the mirror. I found out my boobs were just large enough that if I really pressed my boobs upwards I could actually suck my own nipples, which turned me on immensely. I spent a while suckling my own milk from each breast, swapping from one to the other a few times to get a good supply. It tasted fatty and quite sweet, and soon I had drunk so much that both my boobs started to run dry. Then I remembered the plastic bag with my clothes in it. I really wanted to try them on again and feel extra slutty. I grabbed the maid's dress and put it on over my head, pulling it down over my breasts. Most of the cum had dried into white crusty lines which liberally coated the lycra fabric. I heaved each breast over the top of the dress to expose them in the same way as when I had first put the suit on. Next came the pink fishnets. I stepped into them and smoothed them up each leg. I loved the feel of them against my skin; I had amazingly shapely legs which must have been waxed recently. Then came the pink panties. I slipped them on and pulled them up my legs and then tight against my sore pussy. I looked around for something else to wear and noticed the ballgag in the bathroom sink. I fished it out and ran it under some fresh water. By accident I had cut the strap right next to the buckle - if I put it on I could still fasten it if I did it up one hole tighter. I opened my mouth wide and just about managed to push the huge ball in between my teeth. I wrapped the straps round the back of my head, lifting my cum-encrusted dreadlocks to ensure it was as tight as possible. I threaded the broken strap through the buckle and tried to get the tiny metal pole into the next hole. It was amazingly tight across the skin of my cheeks and pulled the ball painfully back into my mouth, but I managed to do it up and the buckle held. A rush of pleasure went through me when I realised I had done it. I went to the mirror to see a gagged black girl staring back at me. The contrast of the red ball against my black skin really turned me on, and the maid's dress really improved the whole look. I was so turned on I started to rub my sore clit gently, closing my eyes in pleasure as I found the right spot. I was sore but the masturbation was working; I felt the pressure and tension rising in my hips and my thick nipples crinkled into stiffness against their piercing bars. I opened my eyes and stared at the black slut in the mirror, watching her pleasure herself, hardly believing it was me. I made small feminine groans against the gag as I really got into the swing of it - I could feel I was going to orgasm soon so I sped up my hand. All of a sudden the pressure rose and my first female orgasm hit. I stared wide-eyed at myself in the mirror as I arched my back and screamed loudly into the gag in pleasure. It was an amazing white hot feeling of pleasure that washed over my entire borrowed body. As the orgasm subsided and my screams turned to feminine giggles of pleasure, I decided to stay dressed like this with the gag in and my tits exposed until the doctor arrived. Now I knew it was temporary I was enjoying being a slut. I wondered what else I could do while I was waiting, then suddenly remembered the thick metal rings that I had taken out of my pussy lips. I decided it would be quite kinky to put them back in and seal my pussy shut again, so I rummaged through the condoms and fluids in the sink and eventually found all the rings. Sitting on the toilet I could now easily see my pussy - the lack of the pregnant belly really made a difference. I stretched out one of my dark pussy lips, exposing the bright pink skin inside and opening a row of tiny pierced holes. I forced the edge of a ring against the lowest hole, but it was too thick to go in. Frowning, I pulled my sore pussy lip as hard as I could bear and pressed the ring against the hole; after a second or two I felt the skin give and the ring slipped through the hole, stretching it open. It smarted a little but was soon OK. I repeated the procedure with the other pussy lip and managed to get the ring in that side too. I screwed the little connector segment back into the gap in the ring and admired my handiwork - the ring held my labia together by their lowest holes. I smiled and grabbed two more rings. Ten minutes later I had all the rings back in and my pussy was held shut. It looked amazingly kinky and I admired it using my small hand mirror. I ran my slender fingers over the rings, hearing the tiny metallic clicks as they hit against each other and caused little vibrations against my clit. I lay back on the bed, pulled the top ring up and slipped a finger underneath it and into my sealed cunt. I found my clit and was soon screaming into the gag once more as a second powerful orgasm ripped through my body. I pulled and mauled my stiff nipples as the waves of pleasure subsided - man, I could get used to being this girl! As I giggled into my ballgag I heard a knock at the door. I jumped up and looked through the spy hole - it was the doctor from the hospital. I opened the door and tried to smile at him, but the gag was forcing my mouth open too much for that. When he saw me he did a double-take, but quickly smiled and walked inside. I closed the door behind him and sashayed sexily into the room. He laughed. "I see you're exploring your new body!" I nodded in agreement and giggled. I needed to talk with him so I started undoing the strap of my gag. "Here", he said, "let me help with that." I let him undo it and he removed the ballgag from my mouth. Immediately I felt the relief - my jaw ached from having the gag so tight for an hour. I rubbed my jaw and giggled again. "There you go", he said, "all done. So how do you like the body?" "Oh, it's amazing! I feel so horny in this body - even though I've just given birth I still feel sexy." The doctor laughed. "Yes, I know exactly what you mean! By the way, my name is James, what is yours?" "Andy," I replied, "Andy Benson." "Ah yes, you did mention you were a man at the hospital. Well, I'm pleased to meet you Andy. I'm sorry that Tonisha had to be your first experience of womanhood but I must admit I'm extremely impressed that you survived, especially as you had no help at all. The others all want to meet you and I have come here to take you to meet them." "The others?" I replied nervously. "Yes, we are a small group who, as you can understand, keep ourselves very secret. As you have now crossed paths with us we feel you should know more about us. Especially as surviving Tonisha unaided is a challenge that only one of us has achieved before, then you come along and do two thirds of it in a version of Tonisha that had already run for ten minutes and you weren't even prepared beforehand. Believe me, what you have managed to do is impressive and my friends are eager to meet you, Mr. Benson." "Look Mister..." "James", he interrupted, "please, call me James." "OK, James, whatever - look man, I'm sure this 'challenge' was awesome and I'm marvellous and these other guys are all very interesting and all, but can't you just get me out of here for now?" He smiled slightly and looked at me. "Ah yes, you completed the challenge but you're still trapped as Tonisha. Well it certainly sounded to me that you were having a lot of fun in her body - are you sure you want to leave her body so soon?" I felt my cheeks redden with embarrassment, but fortunately my skin was so dark I doubt James could have seen it. "Yeah, I admit her body is fun, but I'd like my own back please!" "Well, I am afraid I am under orders to collect you and take you to meet the others. We will tell you how to remove the suit once you have met them. Does that sound like a deal?" I thought for a minute. Sure, it was blackmail, but did I need to just give in? I liked being Tonisha, could I live as her permanently? Hell, he only wanted me to meet some guys, what harm could it do? "OK James", I replied, "I'll come and meet 'the others' if that's how I can return to being me." "Good, you've made the right choice." He looked down at me and raised an eyebrow slightly. "Now put your breasts back in your dress and put my coat on, we're going to my car." As I heaved my swollen bosoms back into the tight lycra dress, he gave me a long trenchcoat which I put on. It buttoned at the front and easily hid my entire body. I was apprehensive but at least I could walk out to his car like this. James walked out the door and I quickly grabbed my keys to lock up. At the last moment I noticed the discarded ballgag - smiling, I grabbed it and stuffed it into the coat pocket. I shut the door, locked it and tottered down the hallway in my loose stilettos, trying to catch up with James. To be continued...