Love and Faith (Interracial, Loli, Incest, Romance)

Story by stansprings03

My first story. Please, be gentle and provide constructive criticism. Feel free to critique it.

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Faith Williams understood discrimination quite acutely. Born and raised in Atlanta, she had been a young black girl living in a city known for it's divides and prejudices, but despite that she had managed, just barely, to live an okay sort of life. She was an only child with both parents around, she had her church, a job delivering pizzas, and her looks. It was tough, but at sixteen, she was managing it.

Unfortunately, it was around this time that the great Hermaphrodite Plague hit the East Coast. Jumping from woman to woman it left the unfortunate infected with gargantuan throbbing cocks between there legs, and shouts of freak and whore from others. When Faith caught it, well...

Black plus dick equaled big.

Her life almost came apart at the seams. She lost her job, almost dropped out of school, and all of her friends left her high and dry, even her girlfriend. Her parents struggled to understand how their beautiful daughter could change like this, and often times what little attempts the Williams family made to connect ended with awkward silences.

When Faith woke up in the morning she would see twenty inches of thick, dark meat pitching a tent in her covers. When she saw herself in the mirror, with her big breasts, her long legs, her round butt and beautiful curves, all combined and spoilt by her dick, all she wanted to do was castrate herself. And when she did touch her cock, all she could do was masturbate, and think of herself as a freak.

Things moved along in her life though. She got to work as an accountant, saved up her money, and moved out west to California. She did what she could do from home, and what she couldn't was done quietly and quickly, so that no one would look at her as a freak. She bought a house, eventually with a private pool so she could relive her teenage passion of swimming. And eventually, for our beautiful Faith, twenty eight years old, living on her own, still a virgin, still terrified of her penis, found herself with a house and a pool and a steady job and more money saved up than she knew what to do with, and decided that she had it as good as she ever could get it.

And then Caitlin Mason and her eight year old daughter Miria moved in next door, and Faith found herself back in the whirlwind that was her life.

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"WOW!" Miria Mason ran into the front room, spinning around the plastic covered furniture that had been moved in ahead of time. "It's so big!"

"Yes I know sweetie," Caitlin, her mother, said. Caitlin couldn't help but giggle a little bit as Miria jumped onto a couch and rolled off the slippery slope. "Just don't hurt yourself."

Miria jumped onto the couch again and rolled off it, falling in a large heap. "I won't."

Caitlin smiled an exasperated smile at her baby girl's antics. If only Miria hadn't been so energetic, maybe she could have kept up with her. After a moment though Cait's smile slipped away. If only Miria had been normal...

Cait forced her smile back and ruffled Miria's hair. "I'll get the mail. Don't break your leg again."

"But that only happened once," Miria said indignantly.

With a grin, Caitlin stepped out of the door and down the long concrete walk to the mailbox. Some bills, a notice from the local homeowners association, and spam. Nothing personal for either her or Miria. Nothing from family, or from their old home.

Caitlin sighed and slipped the mail under her arm. Still alone. The overworked, stressed out mother didn't move though, looking at her house, Miria clearly seen rolling around in the front room, and after a moment she smiled. At least her daughter was alright, for now.

"Oh, hello. Did you just move in?"

"Oh, yes, we-" Caitlin's response was automatic, thought out, and utterly failed when she actually saw who she was talking to. An incredibly dark black woman with long, flyaway locks of ebon hair and a small grin that begged for a hug. That wasn't what stopped Cait though. "YOURE HUGE!"

The neighbor woman flinched back, but she managed to bring back a grin. "Well yes. I am pretty tall."

Caitlin was somewhat tall herself, if a bit spindly. Her black neighbor had at least a full head of height on her though, and boy was it a surprise. The mother ran a hand through her hair and quickly shook her neighbor's. "I'm sorry, really I am. I don't have a filter between my head and my mouth."

"That's a bit of a problem," her neighbor said. "Faith. Faith Williams."

"Caitlin Mason. The rugrat you see inside is my daughter, Miria," Caitlin said as cheerfully as possible. She just knew she was failing.

Faith glanced at the house, about as large as hers. Miria was hiding just above the window sill, before vanishing to somewhere else in the house. "That's nice. Is your husband out at work?"

"...I have no husband."

"Oh

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