-*- CHAPTER 1: OVERQUALIFIED -*-
"Going down sir?" said the elevator boy. John nodded yes, shoulders slumped. After a series of promising interviews, John had just been rejected from a dream job. In any case, he needed SOME job. Things were looking desperate.
John was rejected because of the corporate IQ test.
It's not that his IQ was too low. Quite the opposite!
John's IQ was too high.
He was overqualified.
"Oh no!" said Rachel, hearing the news. It wasn't the first time John had disappointed his wife.
"Merry Christmas indeed." John collapsed on the couch, defeated.
John and Rachel were an otherwise happy couple. John was tall and athletic, former college quarterback. His Irish genes gave him that cute freckled look. Rachel could pass as a trophy wife. Authentic blond hair, huge German bosoms, and John especially adored her thoroughly 'tradwife' fashion sense. Rachel's mama and grandma had been beer-maids back in Germany, they would carry six huge mugs of beer at a time to drunk, horny patrons. Rachel had that same Fraulein Beer-maid body. But instead of serving Octoberfest, she had immigrated to the States to marry John.
"It's the third job in a row where you're overqualified," said Rachel.
"It sucks!" said John, punching the arm of the couch. "Why do I have to be so god-damn intelligent!"
...
Next day, John was sipping coffee at the breakfast table, scanning the newspaper's 'Wanted' section.
"Look at this," said Rachel, leaning over his shoulder.
She pointed to an old-timey-looking half-page ad in the paper.
John read the advertisement out loud. "Overqualified? Is your IQ too high for that dream job? Let Dr. Frink help!"
Rachel picked up mid-advertisement. "Full refund if you aren't 100% satisfied."
"What choice do I have?" said John, reading the ad's conclusion. "I guess I'll go see Dr. Frink."
-*- CHAPTER 2: DR. FRINK -*-
"Your case is absolutely textbook," said Dr. Frink, reviewing his notes.
John was reclining on the therapist's couch. He had just endured a two-hour gauntlet of questions.
"You think you can help?" said John.
"I'm absolutely sure of it," said Frink. "For men in your position, I've developed a flawless technique. You'll drop at least 30 IQ points within six weeks."
"Gosh," said John, "For real? With thirty less IQ, I could've got that job at the bank last week."
Dr. Frink gestured to a motivational poster on the wall. "The best time to change yourself is last week," John read the poster out loud. "But the second-best time to change yourself is TODAY!"
"What do I have to do?" said John.
"Very simple," said Dr. Frink. "Just watch these videos at home with your wife."
He handed John a stack of DVDs.
-*- CHAPTER 3: THE COURSE BEGINS -*-
"You ready?" said John. He and Rachel were on the couch in front of the projector.
John hit 'play' and the screen came to life.
A voluptuous housewife was in bed with a muscular black man. The actress looked just like Rachel, right down to the wedding band. The black guy's face was off camera, but he was athletic and he had a big black cock.
The actress stroked her lover's chest and gazed toward the camera.
'Hi darling,' she said. 'Ready to watch me take this big black cock?'
"What the fuck," said John.
The camera panned down to show a POV of a white hand stroking a four-inch white penis.
"Wow," said Rachel. "Did Dr. Frink give you the wrong DVDs?"
The camera looked back up in time to catch the wife in the video kissing her black bull. They started touching each other and the wife was playing with that huge black cock, which just got bigger and bigger.
"That's so lewd," said Rachel. Her eyes were glued to the screen, wide as dinner plates.
As the wife on the screen stroked her lover's beautiful BBC, a sultry female voice started narrating.
'Face it whiteboi, every girl in your life prefers black men.' The narrator was a professional voice actress, her words had a hypnotic lilt. John became spellbound.
'The era of the white man is over. Rub yourself to extinction watching the women in your life go black-only.'
The housewife started kissing her way down her black lover's body. She started kissing that beautiful black shaft, rubbing her face all over it. She looked like she was in heaven.
'Look how beautiful that white housewife is kissing that gigantic black cock,' said the narrator. 'I bet you wish that was YOUR wife, don't you, you little whiteboi.'
"Oh my god!" said Rachel.
The narrator continued. 'See how pretty her face is next to that giant black phallus? White girls are built to go black-only. Whitebois everywhere are embracing their future. Embrace your role in the Black New World Order (BNWO).'
"This is fucked up," said Rachel. But she couldn't peel her eyes off the big-screen.
'Watch that nasty white girl worship that big black cock,' said the narrator. 'Marvel at how natural and right that looks. Now I want you to touch yourself.'
John reached down and started touching himself.
"Ewww!" said Rachel. "Is this turning you on??"
John was in a trance. He was rubbing himself, eyes dilated, staring at the video like a deer in the headlights.