“No, sir. You can’t come with us. Please stay outside while the procedure is underway. It won’t take that long.”
Henry frowned at the nurse’s stern refusal of his request. It wasn’t like he was asking for a million dollars. All he wanted was to be there by his wife’s side while they did the ultrasound. How could he miss the first glimpses of his child – his own flesh and blood?
“Look,” he continued stubbornly, still unwilling to let the matter go. “is this a privacy thing? Because, y’know… I’ve seen basically every inch of Patty’s body. Her thick thighs, her hefty breasts - even down to the hairs on her-”
“Don’t make a fuss, dear.” His wife cut him off, smiling patiently at Henry as she rubbed her bulging tummy. “We’ll only be fifteen minutes. Go kill some time with a book or something. Oh- right! You can go look up baby names while waiting!”
After waving goodbye, Patty was ushered into the obstetrician’s office.
Henry watched her slowly waddle in, guided carefully by the nurse by her side. And as the door shut, he sighed. Well, he supposed all he could do was wait. He plopped into one of the armchairs and pulled out his phone. Might as well spend some time looking up what to call his kid.
Baby names… baby names... He was hoping for a boy, so perhaps… Harold? Hamish? No, it had to be a strong name; with impact! Horace? Or maybe-
“So; you’re having a baby, huh?”
“Wha-?” Henry looked up in surprise at the sudden words. He could have sworn that he and Patty were the only ones booked for this morning. Even right before Patty had left he was certain that there was no one else present.
But sure enough, right there in one of the other armchairs was seated a man, dressed simply in a white t-shirt and jeans. There could be no question that this man was the one who had spoken, as he was currently looking expectantly at Henry, waiting for a response. Henry stared at the man blankly for a moment more before shrugging it off. Perhaps he had simply overlooked the guy. Nerves, possibly. He was rather occupied with his wife, after all.
“Yeah, we’re having a kid. Patty didn’t want one at first, but she gave in eventually. Told her we can’t really be a family without a kid.” Henry replied, flashing a polite smile. “We’ve been trying for quite some time, so you can imagine our joy when it finally took.”
“Mmm.” The man nodded, smiling thinly. “I sure can.”
“How about you; you having a kid too?” Henry asked.
“Oh, just browsing.” The man replied cryptically. “Looking around for someone, you see. It’s been a while, but I think I’ve found a winner.”
Henry pursed his lips, mildly vexed. What kind of an answer was that?! If he didn’t want to tell him, then just say that! Why give such a creepy non-answer?
“…yeah, okay. Sure, man. Whatever.” He went back to the words on his screen. Did people still use Hamilton? It sounded kinda cool, no? Hamilton? -oh! Holt! Yeah, Holt could work, right-
“Have you ever heard of the Five Minute Hypothesis?”
“Sorry- what?” Henry’s voice was tinged with a hint of irritation. First this guy asked him about his kid – rudely, if he might add – and now he was asking about some philosophical crap?! “Look, you don’t have to talk just because I’m here. We can just sit here quietly.”
“But have you?” The man pressed further. “Heard about it, I mean.”
Henry groaned. Seemed like this guy wouldn’t shut up till he replied. “No. No, I haven’t. Does it matter?”
“It’s a thought experiment, you see.” The man explained. “A philosopher once posed the question: what if the world as we know it… began just a mere five minutes ago?”
Henry scoffed.
“Well, that’s dumb. There’s all kinds of evidence that that isn’t the case. Like fossil records and carbon dating. Plus; we all remember having lived for years. No way that’s true.”
“Ah, but therein lies the crux of the question – how would we know? How would you know? If those records, those heaps of evidence; even your memories! If everything was fabricated and were nothing but flimsy lies that you’ve blindly accepted all your life – how could you tell?”
Henry was starting to get annoyed. Okay, maybe he’d went about this the wrong way. Better to blow this asshole off than keep indulging him. “I just would, okay?! Can you leave me alone now?!”
Despite the obvious brusque reply, the stranger instead grinned and stood up from his seat, walking over to Henry, who understandably shot him a nasty glare.
“What?”
The man handed over a photograph, smirking. “Take a look at this.”
Henry rudely snatched the picture out of the man’s hand. Anything to get this guy to stop. He took a cursory glance at the image. His brow furrowed. Contrary to what they’d been talking about so far, it could hardly be said to be relevant.
It was simply a picture of what looked to be a petite black woman, dressed in a risqué outfit that positively radiated sexuality. Heck, even the look on her face was one of tempting seduction. Like she was inviting the person in front of her to ravage her lithe body. Beckoning them to make her squeal. Henry looked back at the man in annoyance.
“Yeah; so? Who’s she then, your wife?”
At this, the man displayed a look of mock shock. “Who is she, you ask? Why, shouldn’t you know better than me?”
The man leaned in close, whispering a sentence that Henry would never in a million years have guessed.
“She’s you, of course.”
And with those four words, everything changed.
Suddenly, Henry found himself no longer seated. In fact, he had somehow left the waiting room and was now in one of the empty consultation rooms. The only constant was the grinning stranger in front of him. Henry frowned. Did the man do something?
Just then, the icy breeze of the air conditioner wafted across exposed skin, and he shivered. He could have sworn that it wasn’t that cold before. He plucked at a strange strap digging into his bare shoulder. Hadn’t he been wearing a coat earlier? What the hell was this?
All at once, it dawned on Henry that something had gone horribly wrong.
With growing dread, Henry noticed that the stranger now towered over him considerably. Like he had shrunk. Raising his right hand to his face, instead of the large, white palm he had expected to see, Henry could only see five slender digits, their dark complexion obvious to his eyes. His left hand absentmindedly brushed against his thigh and slid easily across the smooth skin, unhindered by the curly hairs that once adorned them.
When he finally looked down, still in disbelief – he found that what he initially identified as a strap was actually that of a pure white bra, cupping two small but unmistakeable breasts. Beneath that his muscular physique had vanished without a trace, leaving behind weak, thin arms in their wake. His body was tiny and feminine and-
Exactly like the woman in the photograph.
Henry – impossibly – was now completely and utterly the petite black slut he had seen just moments ago.
“WHADDA FUCK?! WHAT’CHU DO TO ME, YOU-”
Henry immediately cupped his mouth in shock. What was that?! Why did he sound like that?! He was a practicing attorney; a graduate from Yale Law! Yet the words that had just tumbled from his mouth were unrefined and coarse, as if all those years of bumping shoulders with the cream of the crop had been nothing but a lie.
“Calm down, Natasha,” The man cajoled. “Everything’s going to be fine. You’re just a little confused, that’s all.”
“Natasha?! I ain’t no Natasha, white boy!” Henry screeched. “Mah name’s Henry! Henry with an H! Not no Natasha!”
“Hmm.” The man pretended to ponder the situation, rubbing his chin in an exaggerated fashion. “I suppose that isn’t going to work. Which tracks with the whole hypothesis, I guess. Evidently it isn’t enough to change physical features to convince someone of an alternative truth. You have to go further.”
The man snapped his fingers and next thing he knew, Henry found himself seated on the examination table – entirely naked.
“Alrighty then, let’s get to work.” He cracked his knuckles.
“Um, mista?” Henry swallowed hard. He’d heard what the man had said, and he didn’t like where this was headed. He was beginning to see that whoever this man was, he wielded abilities far beyond his understanding. Which meant that he needed to treat him with great care. “Please turn me back to tha’ white boy I was. I’m sorry if I made’chu unhappy.”
The man looked bewildered, as if he hadn’t expected this.
“But you said you’d remember - right? That’s what you said earlier. ‘I just would.’ You’d know who you were, even if your memories were altered. Even if your body was replaced. Even if you were given an entirely new life to live.”
Henry piped up in his new high-pitched voice. “Tha’ was stupid of me! Of course I can’t remember what I can’t remember! Please just turn me back! Please!”
The man frowned. “I’m not going to reverse all of this just because you’re having cold feet. I just want to figure out if the Five Minute Hypothesis holds water. And uh, some other stuff that you don’t have to worry about.”
Then his face lit up. “Oh! Why don’t we play for it, then? That way, I get to satisfy my curiosity and you have a chance to get your life back!”
He snapped once more and this time, Henry found himself on his knees, hands behind his back, staring up helplessly at the stranger. His new fat lips were pressed firmly against the head of the man’s erect cock, as if he was sharing an intimate kiss with his lover. In every fibre of his being, Henry wanted to move, to pull away from the thick penis on his face. But fear kept him frozen in place. If this monster were to be displeased by his actions in any way, his fate would likely be much worse.
So Henry tried his best to keep stock-still. To remain in the position that he had been arranged in.
“Here’s how we’ll do it.” The man took a quick glance at his watch. “We have about… five minutes before the other thing I wanted to do takes place. If you can make me cum in that time, I’ll give you your life back – exactly as you remember it.” He smirked. “Five minutes - you get it? Like the thought experiment?”
“But for every minute you don’t, I’ll swap out a chunk of your memories for those from the lovely little Natasha’s slutty life. If anything, that should help you with winning. After all, Natasha is really good at sucking cock. Sound good to you? We’ll start whenever you’re ready.”
Henry closed his eyes, trying to compose himself. He’d never once had thoughts of having sex with a man, let alone having someone fuck his face. But this was for his life! His job, his Patty; his child! No matter what, he had to do this. He had to win.
He pushed his face down slowly onto the shaft… and immediately opened his eyes wide with shock.
“Oh, yeah.” The man chuckled as he watched the black slut in front of him panic as she bobbed back and forth quickly on his rod. “I thought I’d give you a little freebie to help your chances. I’ve made it so that you’d always been born in a brothel, and gradually been conditioned from the day you turned eighteen into hopelessly loving the feeling of something long and hard sliding in and out your mouth. I’m really too kind.”
Nooo! Henry screamed silently in his mind. He tried to think back to his childhood. And sure enough, while he still had fuzzy memories of a life as a carefree white male, brought up on books of adventure and classic literature, they were now less tangible than those of another life.
Those of a dumb little black girl, raised by an equally airheaded whore, who never once bothered hiding her sexual escapades from an impressionable young mind, leading to the girl growing up dreaming of following in her mother’s footsteps; and eventually, sharing the same men and learning how to pleasure them with nothing but her mouth.
“You’ve stopped moving, Natasha.” The taunt jolted Henry out of his stupor. Right! For now, it didn’t matter that he’d been raised as a dumb fuckdoll. If he won this wager, it’d all go back to normal! He quickly resumed his rhythm.
Minute one passed all too quickly – and the man snapped his fingers. Henry found his memories shifting, ruthlessly changing to one foreign to him. Gone were his smarts – every letter of legal code that had once come easily to him was now nowhere to be seen. In their place, he saw Natasha giggling as she watched yet another episode of the Real Housewives. His mind was filled to the brim with useless facts like why Amanda was beefing with Yolanda, or why Steven was cheating on Julie. Still he continued. Smarts could be relearnt – but no matter what, he needed to get his male self back!
Minute two came and went. This time, the man took her sexuality. There was an immediate shift in Henry’s mindset. Try as he might, he could no longer find Patty attractive. She had the same parts as any other woman, after all – and Natasha didn’t much care for other women. On the other hand, what Natasha did like were men. Strong, beefy hunks – like the one she was pleasuring right now. So far, the blowjob she’d been giving had been out of obligation. A desperate bid for her old life back.
Now?
Henry took his time, hands moving in tandem with the suction from his mouth. This is how you milk a hard cock, he heard Natasha purr in his mind, her voice louder than ever before. With all ya’ hands, all ya’ mouth and all ya’ eyes. He felt his influence over his own actions weaken. Like he was being subsumed into the lustful slut that was Natasha. But apparently whatever she was doing was working – as the man had closed his eyes in satisfaction, mouth dropping open slightly as he made it clear he was in bliss.
W-well, I suppose this is alright. Henry tried to reassure himself. If she can make him cum faster than I can, then I should let her. As long as I make him cum before the five minutes are up, it doesn’t matter what it takes.
And as the time ticked from three minutes to four, Henry had the precious memories of his lover, his wife, the mother of his child, fully swapped for that of Natasha’s long-time boyfriend, Adrian. A six foot five hunk with a massive cock that dwarfed the one she was slobbering on. At this point, Henry was barely a whisper in Natasha’s mind. He no longer had his intelligence, his attraction to women or memories of having a life other than the one he now remembered vividly.
All he knew was that he needed to make this man cum, and he needed to do it quickly, before he-
“-NGAAH!”
With a loud roar, the man finally began to ejaculate spurts of warm, white semen all over the black slut’s face. Natasha squealed happily, making sure to stick out her tongue to catch as much of the slimy treat as she could.
The man leaned back, spent, but kept his gaze on the empty-headed girl who had now begun to pay a little more attention to the balls of her partner.
“That was amazing,” he began, gasping as he tried to catch his breath. “A deal’s a deal. As promised, I’ll give you your life back, Henry.”
The remaining dregs of Henry felt a glimmer of hope. Yes! He was going to return to his life! Everything would be back the way it was supposed to be! He would soon be able to put this behind him, and live as he was meant to live!
He was so caught up in this little victory that he failed to notice his mouth moving, curling into a wry smile. The petite black lady managed to pull herself away from her impromptu tongue bath of the man’s balls to blurt out her first response to the strange designation assigned to her.
“What’chu talking ‘bout, mista? My name ain’t no Henry; I’m Natasha, baby!”
The man chuckled at this airheaded admission. “That you are, Natasha. That you are.”
NO, WAIT-
The last words Henry the lawyer would ever speak went unheard as the man snapped his fingers once more-
-and Natasha opened her eyes just in time to watch her hunk of a boyfriend, Adrian, let out one long rope of cum right across her cheek. Looking up longingly at her smiling beefcake, the black slut returned his strong gaze with a seductive stare of her own.
“Damn gurl,” Adrian grunted contentedly. “You know just how to make me happy. Hey- you thought about what I asked you?”
Natasha giggled. Of course she did. It took her all of five minutes to make her decision. She pulled away from Adrian, slowly and sensually spreading out on the bedspread of their little love nest. He grinned at the sight of his sex pet’s display of courtship, and guided his penis to her slit. Ready to breed her nice and good.
Only for her to giggle and playfully push the rod slightly higher, to her other hole.
“Naw, Addy baby – kids are for losers. If I got one of dem’ in me, then we ain’t able to have much fun, right?” Adrian laughed.
“Yeah, das’ right, I guess. Well then; don’t make me do alla’ work here – get on top o’ me!”
All was right in the world. This was exactly where she was meant to be.
“Hey Henry, did you wait long?” Patty planted a wet kiss on the man she knew to be Henry waiting for her.
“Nah, just five minutes or so.” The man grinned as he hugged his new wife. It was a trivial matter for the reality bender to swap a couple of memories about in the unsuspecting woman’s feeble mind to take Henry’s place; he did it all the time. In fact, this was the other thing he was planning to do. He’d grown tired of being a drifter, and decided that he should settle down for a decade or so. Kill some time, so to speak.
And when he got tired of that he’d probably turn this woman into an Asian bimbo and send her to a new life as a soaphouse attendant. Her child could probably go along with her.
Speaking of which-
“Hey; so what’s the gender of our baby? I’ve been dying to know.”
Patty smiled coyly, stroking her baby bump. “It’s a girl! Isn’t that great?”
“Wow!” The man laughed. “So I’m going to have a daughter!”
All of a sudden, Patty raised a questioning eyebrow. “Right – you were looking at baby names all this time, weren't you? Have you decided on one for your baby girl yet? I know you were hoping for a boy. Please tell me you didn’t just come up with names for boys.”
The man chuckled as he motioned to his forehead. “Of course not, honey. I’ve got the perfect name for our lovely daughter right here.”
“Why don’t we call her... Natasha?”
