WARNING: This story contains EXTREME examples of fictional racism. If you are not okay with racial slurs or this type of raceplay, then please for the love of god don't leave some half-brained comment expressing your hate...just move on. It is important to remember that all themes and subjects covered in this story are completely FICTIONAL. This story does not condone real-life racism or violent actions in any way.
NOTE: All students expressed in this story are senior level students in high school, and are 18 years old.
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As I opened my eyes and yawned awake, I could feel a strange sensation down below. I reached my hand under the sheets and gently caressed my dick. It felt hot, as if someone had lit a fire under my crotch. I could feel that familiar stretching discomfort radiating through my whole lower half. As I stood up out of bed, I heard a loud wet slap from down below. I was nearly thrown off balance from the force of the impact.
My gigantic soft shaft slapped down against my thigh and rocked back and forth. I couldn't help but smile profusely as I stared in awe at the pulsating monster dangling between my legs. Not only was it about an entire foot long, but it was incredibly thick too. I reached my hand down and held it against the top of my shaft. My closed fist was nearly a perfect match for the girth of my impressive cock. I pressed my shaft tightly against my thigh, wanting to see just how far down this monster reached. To my surprise, the pink tip of my cock reached right down to the top of my kneecap. Yesterday I had a foot long dick only when it was fully hard. I couldn't imagine how big this beast was going to get once I stiffened it up, if it was already a foot long while still soft and floppy.
As much as I wanted to find out just how much of a man I was, I was close to being late for school. I threw on my clothes, and ran outside without much thought. As I walked down the sidewalk, I looked down with confidence at the huge, noticeable bulge in my pants. In order to even get my gigantic shaft to fit in my tight jeans, I had to roll it up into one big lump and squeeze it tightly against my crotch. As I continued down the street, I couldn't help but notice the passing glances that I got from people walking past me.
There's no doubt that they saw the unnaturally large bulge that was straining at the seams of my jeans. Hell, that bulge was so big that any man, woman, or child would think that I was smuggling a honey-baked ham in my pants! Every woman that passed and dropped her jaw at the sight of my gargantuan bulge was also met with a cocky smirk from up above too. I could tell that these pills were having an effect on more than just my dick. I felt...powerful! I felt like I could do, or get, or say anything I wanted. I felt like the world was wrapped around my finger.
I confidently strutted past the guys too, and laughed at their timid reactions. Most of them tried their best not to look directly at it, although I could see some of them sneaking peripheral peaks at my goods! Their confused and amazed looks only made me smile more. I knew that none of those boys could ever compete with me. I was better than them in every way. I couldn't believe how much these growth hormones were messing with my mind. For some reason, I actually enjoyed the thought of subjugating whites and dominating them. Long gone was the gentle and kind kid with an above average dick. He was now replaced with a cocky, horse-hung stud who wanted every white hole to belong to him.
Throughout the day at school, I could see the effect that these pills were having on others. All the girls huddled around me and asked if they could do anything for me. I knew in due time I would lay claim to every one of their pussies...but right now I just wanted to see them suffer. I made them carry my books and lug my backpack around. Hell, I even made them get up and retrieve anything I needed. Thanks to these hormone pills, I loved every pained look on their faces. There was something about a weak white girl suffering that really turned me on.
Since all the girls in the school were pretty much under my control, I figured I'd turn my attention to the guys. Most of them could sense my power and dominance. I snickered as I walked through the halls and saw the pathetic white guys stepping back and avoiding me. Suddenly, I thought of a brilliant idea. I knew that Mr. Johnson was still pissed at me for leaving class yesterday. With my newfound confidence and control over people, I wondered if I could get him to come around.
I forced my makeshift harem to stay behind and wait for me. I left the slutty white whores and marched directly into Mr. Johnson's room. Mr. Johnson must have had a free period, because his room was completely empty. He was sitting at his desk, looking over a few papers in complete silence. I recognized the same familiar hulking pile of muscle mass. Somehow, even with all those muscles, I still doubted that he was more of a man than me. He might work out more than me...but no amount of exercise is gonna give you a big fat black dick like mine! He glanced up and finally noticed me standing there.
"Oh...hey, Lamar. What brings you here?" He said, in a very kind and gentle tone. His voice may have been low and manly sounding, but his words were far too gentle to come from an alpha male. His muscular body may have said "alpha", but his attitude and voice screamed "inferior faggot"! I knew for a fact that real men dominate and control lesser men...and I wouldn't have any problem getting this meathead to kneel before me.
"Why the fuck do you think I'm here? I wanna talk about what happened yesterday." His eyes widened with shock.
"Lamar! You know you can't use that kind of language in school. Now why don't we just..." I folded my hands up on my chest in a dominant pose and interrupted him mid-sentence.
"I'll use whatever fucking language I wanna use. Now listen up!" I could feel myself becoming stronger and more confident with every harsh word I spoke. All this extra testosterone in my body from the hormone pills must have really did a number on my brain. I couldn't even feel any remnants of the peaceful and loving boy that I used to be. All I wanted now was to laugh as the entire white race fell at my feet.
"But, Lamar...you..." I interrupted him again as I approached his desk.
"I'm a changing man, Mr. Johnson. You must understand that high school is a difficult time for a young boy. I had to sneak off to the bathroom to...ugh...drain my snake!" I said cleverly, while grabbing at my huge soft bulge. He glanced down for the first time and got a complete eyeful of my jaw-droppingly large bulge. I could see him try and contain his emotions. He simply looked back up at my face, but I could see in his eyes that he was absolutely dumbfounded. I could only imagine the thoughts of shame and embarrassment that were going through this inferior little brain.
"Well...I...ugh...I understand, Lamar. Sometimes men need to excuse themselves for personal matters...especially a growing boy like you." I could see the struggle in his eyes; he desperately wanted to look back down and gaze at the biggest dick he would ever get to see in his life!
