1. The Shoplifter Chapter Two


    Date: 1/22/2016, Categories: True Story, Interracial, Pregnant, Author: Barbiebnympho, Rating: 78.6, Source: sexstories.com

    constant terror and went about my required activities like a zombie. It had over sixty days, two months and each day it became more evident something was very wrong. Standing in front of the mirror drove me to tears. My breasts were steadily becoming larger and larger and more and more tender. My nipples were much larger, darker, and so sensitive. To make matters even worse, for the last three weeks, each morning when I got up I felt nauseous for a while. It had nothing to do with what I ate or what I did. It came on as I got out of bed in the morning and stayed with me for about an hour. Then I it went away. On top of all this I was beginning to think I was losing my mind. I was so emotional. I could cry at any moment. Everything scared me. This terror was driving me nuts. I was overcome by anxiety, sadness, fear, and self loathing. I struggled to keep a hold on my mind. Along with everything else, I was possessed by demon emotions I could not explain. Wild elusion would overcome me. How, in the midst of all this, would I be possessed by erotic desires like I had never known? It could happen any time, but particularly at night in bed I could be driven out of my mind by strange, wild, sexual fantasies. The most common fantasy was one in which I would be a disassociated, third party observing what happened to me that day at the Mallmart. I would be lost in an erotic world where some other cute girl was caught shoplifting and required to do what I did. When these fantasies ...
    occurred they would provide intermission to my terror. They would temporarily crowd out my worries and provide moments of relief. Much as I hate to admit it, most of these reveries would end with a climax as I envisioned this other girl pregnant by an enormous black guard. When I was finished, I felt so guilty, I felt so ashamed, but this was my only relief and it would finally enable me to get some sleep. In the morning I would wake to the daily terror that just continued to grow. It got harder and harder for me to function in any capacity. During the summer I was to help at a charity. I worked the phone bank most of the time and previous summers I had been good at it. I had a line of patter and a good phone voice they told me, but now I was terrible. It did not keep me busy enough. It gave me too much time to think; too much time to watch my body changing day after day. I would miss call after call as I sat there looking down at my white body now fully occupied with the results of that big black guard’s black sperm. The picture of a pregnant womb I had seen repeatedly in health class was now mine and it was always on my mind and it drove me nuts. I could see inside my body. I could watch it growing and changing. I would open my lap top and immediately find terrible visual images; and now I could feel them going on inside me. I would have nightmares envisioning all the many overweight white women we had laughed at while on safari at the mall. I would sit at my desk between phone ...
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