A Nigerian bride



Giving herself one last lookover in the mirror, Uche put her phone away and got ready for her date with her future husband. As she counted down the days before the wedding, she felt a stirring between her legs. Soon she’d be married, a loyal housewife and companion. She was savoring the anticipation for the moment he’d undress her after the wedding, claiming her as his own as he penetrated deep inside of her. She wanted to bear his children, and fantasized about him impregnating her with hard, long strokes.


She wasn’t always this enthusiastic. Just a few months ago, he was Adam, an American tourist on a student exchange to the university in Lagos, Nigeria. After a shared kiss with one of his classmates, he started noticing his skin growing darker: first in small, barely noticeable patches, then quickly spreading over his entire body over the course of a few days. He went to the campus doctor, and was immediately quarantined and reported as one of the first cases of the West African variant of the Gender virus. Similar to the main strain, his body soon began changing, fat filling out his hips and breasts while his face took on sultry Nigerian features. By the time his changes completed, he was the picture of Nigerian beauty: full, well proportioned breasts, a thin waist that flared out into wide, childbearing hips, and gorgeous pillowy lips. 


He could feel that this wasn’t the only change, however. Awakening from his changes, it hit him like a deep, primal need. She needed to breed. She ached for the warmth of a hard cock, penetrating her as it filled her new reproductive system with semen. Masturbation held her urges at bay, but she could tell she’d need the real thing soon enough. 


After being released from quarantine, her first stop was to the student office where she immediately withdrew from all her upcoming classes. What did she need with a degree when she knew her purpose was to be a mother and a homemaker? Her next stop was to the campus center to seek out a future husband. She didn’t need to be a college graduate, but whoever she settled down with should be, she rationalized, to better provide for their family.


Seeing the men around her, she smiled as she anticipated her future, wondering how she ever could have wanted anything else.

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