(For the Blogger censors ... this a work of FICTION - any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental. Language, situations and behaviors are only utilized within the confines of the post to enhance the story itself and do not represent any real-life circumstances in any way.)
And now, for a little history....
Jasper has decided to proceed with a permanent Change. As threatened, his parents have disowned him and thrown him out of the house. Heartbroken, Jaz stays with his Changed brother DeWayne and his roommates.
Thanks to a much-streamlined process, the young man has completed all the paperwork for his Change - luckily for him, the only documentation that needed updating was his birth certificate - changing his name from "Jasper Newsome" to "Jamal Nelson". After his brother had threatened the elder Newsome with legal action (as well as physical violence) his parents surrendered their rights, designating Wayne his guardian until he comes of age. Once the process is complete, 'Jamal' will be transferring to a new school that will be in line with his expanded mental and physical capabilities as well. Deke's considerable influence has allowed a transfer pre-Change for the young man. All of his new classmates are black males and handsome as hell; all are very welcoming and eagerly anticipate the arrival of the "new Jamal" once his Change is completed.
Wayne accompanies his brother to the Phillips Clinic where he will receive the full dose of blakformin and transform permanently into a hyper-dieseled black man.
"A little, Wayne. More eager than nervous. I can't wait to become a black man again - for good this time."
A nurse calls out. "Jasper Newsome??"
Wayne gives him a kiss. "Ah'll be seein' you - well, not 'xactly you in a little bit. Good luck!" The young man gets up and follows the nurse out of the waiting room.
Jaz is sitting on the examination table when a bald, black, hypermuscular doctor enters the room. He is wearing blue medical scrubs that are pulled tightly across his promethean frame and a stethoscope is slung around his neck.
"Jasper Newsome? I'm Dr. Ajani Phillips. I'll be administering the blakformin and assisting you in your Change. Got a couple of questions for you first, okay?"
The young man nods.
"First, you are doing this of your own free will, correct? No one has coerced you into becoming a black man?"
Jaz shakes his head. "No, this was my decision. My brother went through the Change and he loves it! He helped me with a trial Change for a week to see if wanted to do it, and that was the best week of my life!"
The doctor smiles. "The big black pill?"
Jaz chuckles and nods. "Yes, Doctor. Really bad cramps and body aches when I was Changing, though."
The doctor smiles and pats the young man's thigh. "Just call me Ajani. I remember my trial as well... it was absolutely fantastic! I hated turning back into just a white man. I think it hurt more on change back."
Jaz made a face. His transformation back to a sixteen-year-old white boy had been excruciating.
"Why did you Change?"
"Well, I was already a cardiac surgeon - in my late forties - and going through the Change allowed me to take care of my patients even better than before. Longer as well. I just finished my Neurosurgery internship, but I always volunteer to help young men like you."
"Wow... you look like you're in your late twenties or something..."
Phillips smiles at the compliment. "Blakformin resets the biological clock and keeps it there. Couple more things we have to cover." He flips through a sheaf of papers on his clipboard. "I see that 'DeWayne Nelson' has signed all the paperwork as your guardian. That's your brother?"
"Yes. He used to be 'David Newsome' but changed his name after he became a black man."
"What about your parents? Are they still alive?"
Jaz paused. "My parents disowned Davey when he Changed and did the same to me when I told them what I wanted to do. I live with Wayne now. I'm changing my name too. I'll be 'Jamal Nelson'. "
"Is he with you today?"
"He's in the waiting room."
"And I assume he brought a change of clothes? You already know that nothing you came in with is going to fit afterwards?" He grinned. "Because no matter how much you want to show off, you can't leave here buck naked..."
Jaz laughed as well. "Yes, Doct - sorry, Ajani. All set there."
"Perfect! One more thing. You're going to get an intravenous injection of blakformin, so the transformation effects are accelerated. That also means the Change will be a lot more painful. What I like to do is mix the blakformin with a light dose of propofol. This puts you into a state of 'twilight sleep' - you'll feel relaxed and drowsy and the comprehension of pain will be very much reduced. You'll be able to follow directions, but there's usually a little bit of memory loss about the actual process going on. Can I do that for you?"
"Sure! Thanks!" The doctor fills the syringe with a small amount of clear fluid, then switches bottles and fills the syringe with a sparkling black liquid.
"No problem! Make a fist for me?"
Jaz clenches his hand and the doctor flicks his index finger against the inside of the young man's elbow several times until the vein becomes more prominent; he slips the needle into Jaz's arm and empties the contents into the young man.
"OK son, lie back for me and relax..." Jaz slides around on the table and closes his eyes. Phillips gently pulls off the boxer shorts and socks and covers him with a towel for modesty.
Jaz's face twists in pain. "Owwww...." His tone is slightly slurred and disconnected.
"How are you feeling?"
"Ummm... okay, I guess. I feel real achy ... like after a hard workout..."
Phillips strokes the young man's forehead. "Shhhh... That's the blakformin taking effect..."
Jaz gives a lazy smile. "Mmmm...That feels good, Doc... My mom used to do that to me when I was sick..."
The doctor continues the caresses of the patient's forehead and watches as Jaz gently groans and twitches as his body grows and fills out. Soon, a heroic frame plated with thick and well-developed muscle is on the table. Few moments later, the young man's skin darkens until he is a deep chocolate-brown, with lighter mocha complements on the palms and soles of his much-larger hands and feet.
"You look amazing, Jamal..."
"Mmmm... thanks... it doesn't hurt so much now..."
The younger Newsome's features begin to thicken and change as well; the head shape becomes rounder and shorter; the superorbital ridge thickens; the nose widens and the lips take on a sensuous new thickness and fullness. Jaz's hair falls out and jet-black replacements take their place on his head, eyebrows and face; the doctor nods in satisfaction at the smooth and hairless dark skin covering his hypermuscular body. Overall, his visage has matured from a teenager into that of a twenty-something; this will be the face he will maintain throughout his lifetime. The Changed black man gives a contented groan and from the gentle rising and falling of his chest, the doctor realizes he has fallen asleep.
Phillips lifts a well-developed arm, checks the pulse and nods in satisfaction; he then unloops the stethoscope and checks the heartbeat. With a smile, he returns the stethoscope back around his neck and quietly leaves the exam room.
* * *
"Mr. Nelson?" Ajani enters the waiting room and DeWayne perks up at hearing his name. Jamal's brother is wearing an electric blue tank and white shorts. He gets up and walks over to the doctor.
"Everythin' OK, doc? How's mah brutha doin'?"
The doctor smiles. "Everything's fine. He came through the Change with flying colors and he's currently sleeping off the sedative...." Ajani pauses. "Could I get his new clothing, please? I want them there when he wakes up."
"Shure! Here it iz." Wayne hands the doctor a brown shopping bag.
"Thanks! I'll send him out in after he wakes up and gets settled."
* * *
Jaz yawns and stretches. He opens his eyes to see his much-larger and hypermuscular arm and grins as he looks down to see the remainder of his newly promethean, dark-skinned body.
I did it. I'm a real black man. I'm 'Jamal Nelson' now... and forever.
He strokes his powerfully-muscled chest and marvels at the incredibly amplified sensitivity of his touch. His hands travel down his torso to trace the sharply edged plateaus and valleys of his etched abdominals and the hard and defined contours of his intercostals.
Jamal's hand continues further and peels back the towel covering his cock and balls and is shocked at the new size of his package - even in it's semi-soft state it is gigantic. Like his the rest of his body, his crotch is smooth and hairless and as he caresses his ebon tool, it grows and hardens to an impressively thick and veiny ten-plus inches.
"Mmmmm...Dayumm, dis feelz so good..." He shocks himself at the much deeper timbre of his voice and then chuckles.
A knock on the door interrupts his fondling as Ajani Phillips reenters. A quick look at the tented towel brings a grin to the dark face of the doctor and a look of embarrassment on the dark face of the patient.
"I see everything is in working order... How was the Change this time? Any lingering aches? Any dizziness?"
Jamal gives a happy laugh. "Ah feelz fan-tastic, Doc! No aches o' nuthin now! Ah r'memba gettin' da injeck-shun an' Ah r'memba summ pain, but itz all reel fuzzy... Ah don't reely r'memba anything till Ah woke up."
"That's one of the big benefits of doing the Change in a clinical setting. There are storefront facilities for Changing, but they're not licensed for the sedative mix. I let your brother know everything went well and I brought in your change of clothes." Phillips paused. "You may feel a little unsteady right now with your change in mass and center of gravity, so just take everything slowly. That will disappear in an hour or so."
The doctor gently holds the new black man's face in his hands and gives him a gentle kiss.
"Congratulations, Jamal... welcome to a whole new world of possibilities...."
With a smile and wink, Ajani Phillips quietly closes the door to the examination room as he leaves.
* * *
Jamal sits up and swings his legs over the side, then pushes himself off the table to stand on the floor. He walks around a bit and is happy to find that he has none of the unsteadiness the doctor had mentioned.
"Lemme see wat Wayne lef' fo' me..." The newly minted black man lets the towel fall to the floor and places the shopping bag on the examination table to remove the contents.
His brother included a yellow thong, a black compression shirt, stretchy jeans and a thick leather belt; there is also pair of no-show socks and a pair of white leather sneakers. There is also a card with the clothing.
He tears it open to see a Snoopy and Woodstock get-well card. The words "Get Well" have been crossed out and "Got Changed" written above them. He opens the card and his brown-black eyes well with tears.
Jamal laughs. "Awww...Shee-it..." In addition, there was a heavy, hinged steel cockring and an Allen wrench in a ziploc bag.
At this point, the tall and muscular Nubian is sporting a massive erection and it takes several (and somewhat painful) attempts to enclose his cock and balls within the steel ring and fasten it shut. He grins at his amazing reflection as he slips the yellow thong over his massive bulge.
"Dayumm - Ah looks AMAZIN' !!" He does several competition poses in the mirror and then pulls the compression shirt over his head and proceeds to slip the jeans up his well-defined legs and over his muscular ass. Socks and sneakers follows and he leaves the room to find his brother.
* * *
"Thanx fo' ev'rything, Doc!"
The two kiss and the younger Nelson waves to the staff. Jamal enters the waiting room and saunters over to DeWayne with a bright white grin on his face.
"Hey Wayne! You likez da 'new an' improv'd' vershun ov yo' brutha?"
The older Nelson stands up in happy surprise and the two muscular black men embrace.
"You lookz a little diff'rent than da las' time, but Ah still knowz itz you. Dayumm... you iz even mo' fuckin' jack'd an' stack'd an' even betta lookin' !! Jace an' Deke are gonna be so happy when dey seez you!"
"Thanx fo' da card - dat reely meant a lot - alla you iz my family now..."
DeWayne gives him another kiss - this time harder and more insistent. His hand also moves to squeeze his brother's massive crotch.
"Ah thought it wood be great if we goez to the tattoo shop and getz you summ ink. Oba Davis runz Ndebele Needle an' he'z Changed too. Works reely, reely fast and you iz gonna heal inna hour o' so anyways. An' you cain alwayz add mo' when you wantz to...."
The older Nelson pulls a small brown bag out of his pocket and shakes it, jingling the contents.
"Ah also gotz you some steel braceletz an' some diamond studz fo' yo' ears. We cain pick out summ ringz at da store too. Alla yo' new i-dentificay-shun iz at da apartment.Arriv'd dis mornin'. Jace text'd me whilez you was getting Chang'd."
"Soundz like a plan, Wayne ... I cain't wait t'see Jace an' Deke! Ah cain't wait t'get summ ink, too!"
He chuckles. "Dey cain't wait t'seez you, neither..." He pauses and gives his younger brother a wicked grin. " 'Cause we ALL iz gonna be limpin' t'morrow!!"
* * *
The sequencing issues of the Chuy/Tito/Inti story resolved themselves and are firmly in my notes for going forward. I'll be the first to admit that this content itself is a bit thin - more continuing the story from the second part - but I hope the plot and the pictures were sufficient enough for you to enjoy!
Again, I am using the various available AI tools for some of the illustrations, with some tweaking in Photoshop to add items like the jewelry and tattoos.
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