Go to a cafeteria. (big reveal)

We decide to take a break and enter a cafeteria. Luckily for us, the local is quite empty during these hours, so we get the whole place for ourselves.
Once we're sit, Meilyn orders an iced black tea with peach, and I go for my usual double expresso with no sugar or milk.
However, once I take a sip, I almost spit it out.

"Beeeeerrjkh!!" I complain while making a grimace.

"What's the matter?" Meilyn asks with amused surprise.

"It tastes... way too strong." I say, struggling to keep my voice even.

"Then why did you order that?" She laughs at me.

I tell her that I used to drink this stuff all the time, but ever since I possessed Devon, a lot of my tastes seem to have changed. Different body, different palate, I guess.
And Meilyn reacts to that info with surprising enthusiasm. She seems immediately fascinated by the idea of experiencing your typical everyday things from a different 'perspective', as she puts it, and starts asking me question after question regarding all those new experiences from my everyday life inside the body of this young and lean black man, whose physique is so different from mine in all aspects, to the point that I'd say the only thing we have in common is our sex.

It's such an irony that the single thing we both have 'in common' could very well mark us as entirely different species, as it is showcased by the absurd difference in size between Devon and myself. Even now, I still feel conflicted whenever I think about it, and I shuffle uncomfortably on my seat, clearly feeling the bulky shape of his meat pressed against my leg.

Going back to my conversation with Meilyn, at first I can't help but be a bit taken aback by her sudden fixation. But then I realize that I'm really enjoying our talk.
Regardless of the subject and all the odd turns, when was the last time I had a casual conversation with someone who I could regard as a 'friend'? Someone unrelated to my workplace and all those oppresive social circles that were **** upon me, people who never offered any worth or enjoyment and were nothing but a litter of contempt and fake smiles, who would take any bit of honesty and weaponize it against me.

By comparison, talking with Meilyn feels like a breath of fresh air after living half of my life inside a dark dampened room with the windows shut. I'm not quite sure if I'm getting carried away due to all those years of social starvation, but I think I might be falling in love.

"Why are you smiling so much?" Meilyn asks, raising her eyebrow. "Did I say something funny?"

"N-Nothing at all!" I say, almost too quick, and immediately focus my attention on adding milk and an exaggerated ammount of sugar into the coffee. It's only in moments like these when I actually appreciate having such a dark skin, since it effectively hides my blush.

"By the way, Mark," Meilyn says while resting the chin on her hands. "you still haven't answered my last question."

"Sorry, I might've forgot." I say, apologetically. "What was the question?"

Meilyn displays a cheeky smile and then says:

"I would like to know what is the part of your new body that makes you feel more... uncomfortable." She states in a teasing tone.

"Oh..." I pause for a moment, thinking. "Well, that one's easy. I really don't like my face."

It seems like I inadvertently said something funny, because Meilyn bursts into laughter.

"What? Really?! C'mon, it isn't so bad. I think it's cute."

"It freaks me out every time I look at the mirror. I just can't seem to get used to it no matter what." I say, then add: "Not to mention... I kinda look like an ape."

"You didn't just say that!" Meilyn covers her mouth in order to contain the laughter. "That's racist, Mark!"

"The fact that Devon is black is irrelevant here. Most black dudes look alright the way I see them, but this," I point at my face. "is a textbook example of a monkeyface."

"You say that because of your lips?" She asks me, curious.

"..And my nose."

"They are only a little bigger than the average though." Meilyn remarks still with laughter in her voice. "You don't need to be so harsh on yourself."

"I'm being harsh on Devon, not 'myself'." I say after taking a sip of my drink.

"But aren't you the same person?" Meilyn asks.

"W-We are not." I say with a hint of uneasiness.

Meilyn simply stares at me with raised eyebrows.

"I said we are not!" I remark with a frown.

"I didn't say anything." She answers in a teasing tone.

"Yeah, well, you were clearly thinking it." I say with a sigh.

"Oh my, you really read me like an open book. Hiding things from you is gonna be a challenge." She says, chin-in-hand, as shameless as ever. "A challenge I welcome though."

I **** another sip from my drink, unable to say anything. I know that this girl is just messing with me... But I kinda like it, in a loving way.

Meilyn stares at me for a long moment while also sipping her tea.

"Then what about the opposite?" She asks. "Tell me what you like the most out of your new body!"

I open my mouth to answer-

"It is your dick, right?" Meilyn asks, interrupting what I was about to say.

I slowly shut my mouth and glare at her, eyes narrowed.

"You don't need to glare at me like that, Mark, it was quite obvious." She takes another sip, a slight blush painting her cheeks. "I like it too, after all."

"Do you have any filter at all?" I ask her, bewildered.

She completely ignores my question.

"It makes me worry about our future children though. If I end up delivering a boy as 'roudy' as his father, he is gonna be a problem once he hits puberty." She says, looking thoughtful and excited at the same time. "I'll have to educate him on that, teach him how to properly treat a lady."

Wait, what? Children? What is she talking about all of a sudden?!

"Hey, hey, HEY!! Woah! Hold your horses!" I raise a hand and stand up slightly while leaning forward, my exclamation earning me a glance from the only other couple in the cafeteria. "Sorry..." I quickly apologize to them, then lower my voice as I sit back down, glaring at Meilyn. "Children? W-What are you... D-Don't you think it is a bit too early for that?!"

Meilyn stares at me perplexed, and then lets out a deep long sigh.

"Mark, I'm not sure if you remember last night as clearly as I do, but... how do I say this... you never pulled out."

I blink a few times, struggling to comprehend.

"What do you mean by that?" I ask.

"What I mean, Mark," She says in a sharp voice. "is that you came buckets inside of me. Literal. Buckets. And did it so many times that I ended up losing count."

I open my eyes wide, immediately realizing what she means. 'Oh god, what have I done?!' I think to myself. 'How could I've been so damn stupid and irresponsible?!' I was so thoughtless. What did I expect? That she would somehow have a magic day-after pill that could solve the number I did on her? I could blame my inexperience for this, but even the most inexperienced boy knows he has to either pull out or use a goddamn condom! What in the holy sacred fuck is my problem?!

"Honestly, you were so relentless..." Meilyn rubs her shoulder while blushing intensely. "You kept filling me up over and over and over. So much that at some point it almost felt like my womb would pop like a balloon. Like seriously, how the hell can a human being cum so-"

She suddenly pauses, and then shakes her head.

"Ugh, nevermind..." She says, then looks at me straight in the eye. "Again. What I really mean, Mark, is that if I don't end up knocked up after that number you did on me, I'll start worrying about my fertility.

"But..." I try to say something, but nothing comes. Nothing that makes any sense regarding this situation. Words just get stuck in my throat, never leaving my lips. Devon's dark skin is already covered in a layer of sweat, faithful to my own conflicted feelings, while Meilyn simply sips her tea, allowing me space to think.

Having a baby... That concept is so strange to me, so alien, so far from my understanding. The idea of procreating was never more than a faint hope, blurred in the background of my grey and disappointing life. Something that, for me, it was less likely to happen than winning the lottery.
Things have changed since then. However...
I look down at my hands, Devon's hands.

Whatever life is bound to be growing inside Meilyn's belly during the next months... is not gonna be my baby. It's gonna be his baby. The baby of the black man who I accidentally possessed after he mugged me, whose black cock I used to bang this precious woman in front of me. It was his black seed the one I released inside her white womb, over and over and over, with total abandon.
I imagine myself in nine months, holding a newborn baby the color of milk chocolate with features resembling that of Devon Williams.

My stomach churns, and I grind my teeth. It almost feels as if I'm doing this despicable crook a favour, spreading his dirty seed through the world instead of mine. What am I, some kind of cuck?

"...haaahh..." I sigh and rub my borrowed face.
I'm doing it again, disassociating myself from this body, hating my vessel for what he was.
But... I just can't stop thinking like this. It's just so hard to feel a complete sense of ownership over the body of a man who had a life before I took over.
Not to mention. How would it be for me, raising a kid while knowing that I'm not his father, but instead I'm just wearing the flesh of his father?

This is so messed up.

I wipe the sweat off my forehead with a napkin.

"Mark? Is everything okay?" Meilyn asks, noticing my discomfort.