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Chapter 36
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What's next?
Back to the real men!
Jamal and Darnell trailed a few steps behind, long strides easy and powerful. From where they walked, they had the perfect view: Abigail’s phat white hips swaying side to side, Emile’s and Justin's thick asses stretching their jeans out completely.
Darnell grinned wide. “Look at her, man. That’s my snow bunny. When we met, I thought Alex was just another curious white boy sniffing around in the BSA for some attention. But nah. I pushed him, broke him down, and rebuilt him into her. Abigail is my girl, man. My white queen. Her fat ass, big tits and lips are almost completely perfect for me. Most importantly she is all mine.”
Jamal’s eyes lingered on her curves, but his smirk tugged when they slid to you. “She’s thick, bro. But damn, Emile’s back there packing a bubble butt too. That white boy’s ass is something else.”
Darnell laughed. “Yeah, I see it too. He’s built for a big black cock. But Abigail too. She’s a size queen. Since I turned her, she always loved it big, always loved it black. From the first time she saw what I was packing, I knew she was hooked. Now she’ll never want less then my size let alone a pathetic white man like she once was. It's hard to get her of my meat when she's at it, made that bitch into a real bbc slut”
Jamal nodded slowly. “That’s the dream, man. That’s what I want with Emile. But I don’t want him changed. I like him soft. Sweet. Thick. Just needs a brother to take charge of him.” His voice dropped low, hungry. “I want him as my boy. My white bbc slut.”
Darnell clapped him on the shoulder, solid and approving. “Then make him that. Doesn’t matter how. Find what he really craves, what he’s scared to crave, and feed it to him. He’ll beg for it before long.”
They walked in silence, watching the three whites laugh up ahead.
Darnell leaned closer, voice heavy. “That’s the truth, brother. White. Pretty. Fragile. That’s why they come to us. They want to belong to a real man. They want to feel smaller against a black man. We’re kings, no matter if we have a white bitch on our side or not. They’re just the bunnies, the toys, the pathetic trophies. Never forget that.”
Jamal’s grin spread, slow and sharp. “Never have, never will.”
They both laughed, deep and rich, before Jamal added: “Speaking of trophies… Sarah’s hosting a pool party for the BSA this friday. Trent’s organizing. You should come and bring Abigail. You know, let her shine.”
Darnell’s eyes gleamed. “Oh, thanks bro, send me the info and we’ll be there. She loves showing off her transformed body. And I love watching brothers lose their shit when she does.”
“Good,” Jamal said, already picturing it. Emile in the swimwear that clung too tight, Abigail glowing at Darnell’s side, Justin squirming under Trent’s stare and all the other white people from the BSA being presented like the fuck meat they are. His mouth watered just thinking of it. “It’s gonna be one for the books.”
The two men shared a look, hunger, pride, understanding, before catching up with their little white entourage.
As you talk to Abigail and lern about her life, she mentions the phrase 'snow bunny' several times. Maybe this is the right time to ask what that means?
Like always, likes and comments are appreciated and keep me going.
Im not so sure what I will write after the pool party, and if I want Emile to fall for Jamal there or later. If you have any ideas please comment!
Also, would you like to see side chapters of the other members of the BSA? So, that there is more sex, since there probably won't be any sex scenes with Emile for a while?
Do you ask her what "snow bunny" means?
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The Black Students Association
Initiation
The plane from Germany feels like a lifetime ago. All that’s real now is the weight of the suitcase in your hand and the sprawling, unfamiliar campus of your new American university. You’re Emile, white, eighteen years old, an exchange student, your straight, or at least you think you are, your body is average, besides the big bubble butt that you always got bullied for, and your new home is a dorm room with two beds. Your roommate is Jamal. He’s tall, athletic, with a confidence that seems to radiate from him. His skin is dark, his smile is sharp and disarming, and his presence... it’s just commanding. He’s not just another student; he’s the heart of the Black Students Association, the BSA, a group everyone on campus respects. They fight for equality, they push back against racism, that’s the official story, the one you would hear in the hallways. But you start to notice things. Little things. The way the white members of their circle look at the Black members. A certain look in their eyes. The way commands are given... and followed. Without question or hesitation. Jamal takes you under his wing from day one. He walks you through campus, his hand a warm weight on your shoulder, introducing you to everyone who matters. He makes you feel seen, welcomed. And somewhere between the campus tours and the late-night talks in your shared room, you start to feel it too. That subtle, magnetic pull toward him. That warm, comforting pressure to just... follow his lead. And maybe, just maybe... you don’t mind at all. This is your semester. Your education. In more ways than one.
Updated on Jun 10, 2026
by Me333
Created on Aug 17, 2025
by Me333
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