"All you have to do is wear this every night for a month," said Dr Conger. Trisha reached out and took the device. It was pretty simple, a small headband with electrodes attached. "You really think this will work?" "In theory. As you know it's experimental. It should bombard your subconcious mind with images of working out and eating right. We recorded the images from a woman just like you who used to be overweight, but became somewhat fanatical about working out. Having these images bombard your brain every night for a month should make working out become a habit. I hope to see results within days of your wearing it." A before picture of the woman sat on the doctor's desk. She had been even fatter then Trish was now. Her new picture showed her in a scandalously small bikini and Trisha had trouble believing it was the same woman. "All I have to do is wear this while I sleep and you will pay me $1000?" The doctor smiled and nodded. Trisha really had nothing to lose, even if it didn't work she'd get the money, she and her husband were struggling their way through college. Trisha had found the doctor's ad in a local magazine in a strategically placed spot in her apartment. She was sure George had left it out for her to find. Trisha was about 50 pounds heavier now then when she had started college her freshman year when she had met and married George. Her fit, young body was gone, probably forever as she hated exercising and loved food. Trisha was very aware that her husband was no longer sexually attracted to her. They had known each other four years, been married three, and gone from sex four times a week to hardly ever. True, they were both always tired between classes and work, but she was sure it was because of her weight problem more then anything. Trisha returned to her classes and went to work at the diner where she waited tables and her husband worked the grill. 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I don't even like fucking my husband any more, his white prick doesn't do anything for me. I'll do anything you want, my body belongs to you." "You remember when you said, you can never get enough black cock?" "Yes, yes, god yes, getting close baby." "Well, I got a surprise coming for you next week Michelle." "Cumming!" ************ Trisha woke up from the dream, a dumb grin on her face, her body tingling from the orgasm. Damn, a dream could make her cum, but George's little worm could never do it. He was so pathetic. Trisha went jogging. She was still overwieght, but her midriff didn't hang out over her sweats and her ass jiggled now instead of shaking like an earthquake was hitting. "Yo yo, how ya doin baby?" Trisha looked up. She had been trying to remember the dream and forgotten to cross the street to get away from the blacks. It was early and there were only two playing a little one on one. She stopped, breathing heavily, and walked up to the fence. 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He looked at her oddly. Reggie ran out on the football field blowing kisses at the Dallas cowboy cheerleaders. The new draft pick had fucked half of them already and they couldn't get enough of his twelve inch cock. The entire squad had promised an orgy for the black team members if they won. Reggie new the orgy would happen even if they lost, every one of them was a complete slut when it came to the black team members. Missy had lost a lot of weight to fit in her wedding gown as she married the man of her dreams. He was rich, handsome, and great in bed. Something snapped in her the moment the preacher said, "I now pronounce you man and wife." She couldn't put her finger on it, but something was different. That night at the airport hotel for the first time, she failed to cum as she rode her husband's hard cock. She knew what was missing the minute she got off the plane in Jamaica. "What are you doing. I only bought that as a joke?" asked her husband, knowing how his wife didn't like showing off much skin. Missy had stripped and put on the tiny, indecent string bikini and was heading for the door. "There's a beach out there filled with black natives. I'm gonna go get me some real men." "You too huh," said the one girl coming up to the woman standing outside the prison. The woman nodded. This was prime fishing grounds. Late in the afternoon, the prison released a black inmate. The girls whistled at him. "Need a place to stay hunk?" Tyrone was handsome, built, and hung. He had always been a stud, but even he was surprised by the number of horny white sluts joining his gym. He ended up canceling all white male memberships and turning his gym all female, except for his black friends of course. "Do I get the job?" asked Betty, her tongue licking a drop of sperm off her cheek. Fat Ted looked down between his legs and nodded at his newest stripper. She would join the other innocent looking housewife he'd hired yesterday. The mostly black clientel in this all black neighboorhood would love these two. The nudie bar business sure was getting strange. "I understand," said George. Trisha looked at him surprised. "I'm incapable of pleasing you, it's only natural that you fuck black men. I'd like to come with you next time you fuck one." Later, George was staring as hungrily at Mark's black cock as she was, but all the black man would do was let George clean out her cum filled pussy and ass when he was done using her body. The End