He looked at her nametag, and saw that "Danielle" was now "Donquisha". The change seemed to be over, and in place of the slim, white woman she'd been, was a thick, curvey ebony goddess. She'd gained perhaps 20 extra pounds of soft, pillowy flesh, and as he watched she opened a pack of cigarettes and the smell of menthol and tobacco wafted through the air.
"What's yo name, boy?" she asked, as she started to fill out his arrest report.
Shit. He was going to be arrested after all!
"Tyrone Jackson."
She wrote something down, and asked his height, weight and so on...then..."Cock size."
"Uh...I'm pretty big."
She smiled, and it was the sort of smile a man liked to see. "Oh, baby...you know ah gotta be precise wit' all'a dis shee-it..." she licked her lips, and stuck her hand down his pants, squeezing and kneeding his thickening member. "Ah'm guessin' at least 6 inches flacid...and errect, maybe...9 or 10...nice an' thick too. Boy, yo' is gifted."
He looked about, and saw that nobody had noticed what was going on. He swallowed, and she chuckled. He'd wished she was a "phat-ass ebony sista, both mentally and physically, and is gonna wanna be one of my bitches.", but being one of his "bitches" didn't seem to make him in charge of her. Instead, he'd turned her into a very aggresive and sexual woman.
"Come on, brotha...we gots t' process yo' now..." she said with a smirk, and he saw that she had several gold teeth as well as several large, flash earrings in each ear. She led him to an empty room...
The fucking was AWESOME! The best of his young life. Donquisha was like a plush, ebony tigress as she took him one way, then the next without stopping for conversation. She mounted him with the confidance of an expierenced horse woman, and rode him like her was a beast of burden. She moaned and babbled "Yo' mommas sweet-sweet boy, baby. Yo' mah bread an' butta man. Who's yo' queen? Who's yo' queen?"
She grabbed his balls and squeezed them so hard he gasped and cried out, tried to throw her off...but the police woman pinned him down and rendered him immoble. She continued to ride him the whole time. He gasped out "Yo' may Queen, Donquisha!" and she went easy on him again...in the end, he was reduced to a quivering pile of limp flesh, and she kissed the tip of his dick till it was hard again. Her huge, black F-cups - wobbling and jiggling like her big, full ass - had pierced nipples...her well-used pussy was hairy and the clit pierced...her tongue had three piercings. Her transformation seemed to be over. When she was finished, she lit another cigarette, offered him one, and said "Oh, baby...yo' be mommas sweet-sweet fuck, yo' knows dat? Ah wanna ride yo' black ass awl nigh' long." as she grabbed and jerked his dick into errection again. He gasped and moaned as she blew him...like the finest pro who walked the streets.
After redressing, she led him out of the room, and passed another officer, who said "Hey, Donquisha." just as if she'd always been the hot, slutty black woman she was. "Hey, Kyle...how's dat dick o' yo's? Still wantin' a taste of chocolete cream?" and they both laughed, but as she ran her long-nailed hand up his crotch, the cop gasped and said "Oh, Don...oh, you're drivin' me nuts."
"Das right, baby..." she smirked, kissing him, then walking on. Tyrone said "Hey, bitch...yo mine..." before she spun him around and pinned him to the wall. Tyrone tried to struggle free, but her hand was a hard as steel as she hissed in his ear "Tyrone, ain' a man breathin' what eva' called Donquesha a bitch an' walked away. Don' yo' EVA' talk t' meh likes dat! I fuck yo' ass up! You dig, brotha?"
He nodded, and she let him go...then kissed him tenderly. "Play nice wit Donquisha, an' Ah play nice wit' yo, okay baby. Ah likes a nice fuck now an' den, but ain' no man jus' owns me, yo' dig? Ah fucks who ah wanna fuck. Jus' be nice, baby...an' well play nice every day."
Tyrone was a little frightened at just how easy it was to accept this sort of treatment. Donquisha was more woman than he'd ever had before, and...part of him liked her being all bold and in charge. Curious, he smiled and said he'd be nice, and she kissed him again...and let him go. As he started to leave the police station, he paused...and sat town. As cops passed him - male or female - he started to point at them and say "Be my bitch" under his breath. He did it over and over again...over and over, only pointing at the cops...plain closed or uniformed...detective and beat cop...in two hours, he felt he was done with the whole force.
The entire police force of Lake Point...was now made up of hip-swayin', booty-shakin', jive-talkin' sistas. They all wiggled as they walked, called each other "Girlfriend" and though they were obviously police...they all had a ghetto vibe that changed everything. Oddly enough, married cops seemed to have remained marrid, but the dynamic seemed more amusing. He saw a well-dressed white woman with two kids come in and walk up to a detectives desk. The man had been David before but now...
"Sorry about forgetting to make your lunch today, Davina..." the white woman said. The very black woman with the afro who'd once been her husband smiled, and slid up to her...kissing her deeply and causing her to giggle and squirm in her arms. "Aw, thanks darlin'..." she drawled, as she turned to the kids "...an' jus' what is mah girls doin' outta school, huh?"
The two little girls were still white, but they had a slightly "black" feeling about this, as if this woman had always been one of their influences. "We has us a half day, momma..." one said with a hip cock and a smile, while the other one (her hair in braids) said "Kin we go to th' park after we's done heah, momma?"
"Shee-it, ah'll take an hour off an' spend some time wit' may family." the black woman said, and she walked from the station with her white wife and kids. They looked like a happy family...
And they ALL knew him. Every officer nodded to him, winked at him, or said "Hey, baby...how's dat sweet dick of yo's" just as bold as you please. It was like they all wanted to tap his ass, and mebby in their minds...they all had.
"Well, I think I'm done wit' th' cops in dis town..." he thought. "...now, t' start on dat wit' someone else..."
