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Prompt: Meet and Greet

Continuation of @amalianetwork‘s prompts.

“This stupid app, as if I’d find my perfect mate on here.  None of these guys are my type.”  I say as I walk to the meeting place.  Meat&Grit was the name of the app.  It was supposed to find your one true love the first match.  I matched with this skinny, white guy.  As if that would be someone I’d be interested in.  I wanted a sugar daddy.  

I walked into the bar.  It was some leather bar with a shop included.  Definitely more my clientele.  I saw the guy.  He was mousy and looked really nervous.  I introduced myself and we ordered a drink.  We actually had a lot in common.  Same hobbies, same views on life.  It was surprisingly a good fit.

But, halfway through the night, he said, “You know, you really aren’t my type.  It’s a shame though.”  I told him that I felt the same way.  We decided we could just be friends.  But the app had a different idea.  Both of our phones vibrated simultaneously and showed us both a second match.

“Wasn’t only supposed to show one match?” I ask as we look at each other confused.  What was even more confusing was that it said that our match was 0 feet away.

We showed each other the other one’s match.  Mine was this hispanic guy with long hair and a nose ring.  His match was this chubby black guy.  We both thought it was funny that they also weren’t our types.  I noticed at that moment his hair seemed a bit darker.  But it must just be the light.  Meanwhile, he noticed that my hair was getting shorter and my stomach was inflating.

The night continued on.  We got drunker and I kept noticing weird things about my date.  His complexion became more caramel colored.  My skin was getting even darker he said but that can’t be right.  He was really interested in the leather shop.  He bought this harness and took his shirt off. He had tan nipples and a dark, black treasure trail.  He talked me into taking mine off.  I had to pull harder than I thought I would.  I noticed I had chest hair that looked kinda tight and kinky.  He smiled at me and played with my swollen gut.

It had to be the booze but he looked way hotter to me.  A cute hispanic man with some long pulled back hair.  Did he always have that goatee?  He told me he liked my dark skin and African features.  I laughed since I was white too.  Like he was?  Right?

The night continued on and by the end we were making out, people were taking pictures and calling us a cute mixed race couple.  We were pretty cute.  The app did say we were soul mate level matches.  Chocolate and caramel always goes together right?

Prompt: Midnight Magic

Continuation of @amalianetwork‘s prompts.

It’s the last day of the month.  The day I always am so nervous.  When I was in college, I found one of those wishing machines from the movies at a carnival.  Being tired of school, I wished that my life wasn’t so dull.  The machine granted my wish with a curse to live my life as a different person every month.  My memories changed, my personality, my location.  I literally just bounced from person to person.  I’ve been male and female, young and old, black and white and everything in between.  This month I was a bikini model. It had been alright.  Being a hot chick is always nice.  I was a guy at first but I’ve been changing so long that I barely remember what I used to look like.

It always starts to same.  My calendar on whoever’s phone I have goes off. I start to feel the familiar tingle throughout my whole body.  Usually, the body changes first then my reality and mind.  The first thing I noticed was that my flat stomach wasn’t staying that way.  A little bump, then love handles and then started to hang over my bikini.  It looked so out of place on my tan, thin body.  Although, that didn’t last long.  My thighs started thickening as my ass ballooned and jiggled behind me.  My pussy was getting pushed underneath my growing fat pad.  Then, i felt the feeling i had felt so many times before.  My clit started to pulse as blood filled it and it pushed out.  Starting to get longer but not much.  My ovaries descending as they drop into a skin sack formed by closing flesh.  I was becoming a man again.

My chest was the next to change.  My tits didn’t really shrink all that much just changed shape.  They became more muscular but didn’t lose much fat.  My nipples shrunk a little bit.  My waist widened as my stance changed from that of a woman to one of a large man.  My hair started to fall out and recede as I gained a widow’s peak.  My hair started to grey as a beard covered my still soft, supple face.  My chins doubled as my face rounded and became more masculine.

I was no longer in my husband for the last month’s house. I was in a vacation home with my wife.  I had three kids all graduated from school long ago.  I retired last month and we bought a vacation home in the Caribbean.  I had been an accountant for a big oil company and gained all my weight sitting at a desk and eating on the company's dollar.  My wife didn’t care I could still give her the time of her life with my thick short cock.  Where is she by the way?  I think we need a romp.