Request Story for jwargod: Can't Keep Me Down Part 1

A week ago a user on by the name of jwargod sent me a private message asking if I could write a story based on one of the scenarios and a few pictures he linked to me. I have never done requests before and this seemed like a chance to try it out. I don't have a title for it now either. edit: now it has a title. It was getting long for a single blog post so I thought I would post what I had now as Part 1 of it. I had to type this in my spare time so I hope it turned out well. I hope to continue working on it soon as long as college work or other caption ideas don't get in the way.


George Carnville was a tech-support repairman at the ElecPRO division of the electronics store, Techtronic Electronics. George was a good natured man with an average build and always polite with customers. Being an expert with electronics and having patience he became the best amongst the customer service required for repairs to computers and saving hard drive data as well as installing equipment. George had just finished cleaning a virus from a hard drive when Bert, one of his co-workers, told him a customer was asking for help from the most experienced employee.

George enjoyed his work and he couldn't wait to help yet another customer. When he arrived at the frontdesk however, he was surprised at the appearance the black woman waiting for him. The woman was scantily clad in clothing that revealed most of her body. Her hair was done in an afro and her pretty face looked like she was annoyed with one eyebrow raised. Her fingernails were long and painted a dark red. She wore a tight orange vest that hugged the outline of her big breasts and revealed her cleavage. Below her midriff she wore a a very short white miniskirt that huggered her wide hips well and almost revealed her panties. Past her plump legs she wore black boots with orange fuzz at the top.

George decided to not think about the woman's attire and see what she wanted.

"Hello, m'am, how can I help you?" asked George.
"How can you help me," the woman responded in a question as if she had been offended, "My computer that you guys fixed ain't workin' at all now!"
"Well, I'm sure if you bring it in we can take another look at it."
"Oh, nuh uh! I wanna refund!"
"Miss, I'm afraid can't do that."
"I don't want non' yo dumb excuses! I didn't spend all that mo-nay for nuthin'. It ain't like I'm makin' mo than it cost me."

George was starting to get a little annoyed. Looking over the woman again he thought about how she was dressed.

"I guess a woman like you would have trouble getting money." said George.
"Say wha?" said the woman.
"From the way you're dress, I'd say you were a prostitute."
"Oh hell naw! You did not jus' say what I think you said!"
"I'm sorry I just..."
"What!? You think jus' 'cause I dress this way you think I'm some kinda hooker!? I ain't never had someone say that to mah face!"
"Well... I didn't mean to offend..." George was interupted by the woman, who pointed her finger directly in front of his face.
"Become what you thought me to be, experience how I get treated, know what it is like." she sad calmly.

George stared blankly at the woman as she got closer to whisper in his ear.

"Once you learned ya lesson, come to Barnsdale Mall and find the store Veronica's Erotica. Oh and you can keep the mon-nay"

George continued to stare with a blank look in his eyes. He could hear the woman walk away. By the time he snapped out of his trance the woman was long gone. He shook off his encounter with the woman and went back to work.

George arrived home at his apartment after yet another day. It was a rather nice apartment that may have even been a little too big for just one person, but it was good enough for George. George got himself something to eat and watched television until it was time to go to sleep. As he lay down in bed thoughts of the black woman he had offended came back to him. He didn't mean to upset her. As he dozed off, he began to remember what she had whispered to him.

George's slumber was frequently interupted by stange images of a dream. A dream of the silhouette of a man having sex with a woman. It seemed so odd to George. He felt like he was there, like the dream was real. He felt the motions of the bodies in intercourse with each other. His thoughts were also confused by the images of his dream. George wondered why he was looking through the perspective of the woman....

The sun was shining through the nearby window, the rays of light hittings George's face. He open his eyes and saw some money placed on the bed with him. Wondering where it came from, George then noticed something strange. He was not in his apartment anymore. It was smaller, trashier, and looked like it might have an insect problem. George sat up and felt his body jiggle around in strange places. He looked down at himself and screamed in a high pitched nasally voice.

He was in the body of a black woman! George stared down at his giant breasts barely contained by the skimpy pink bra. Trying to find the bathroom of the strange new apartment, George's wider hips wiggled in a fast hypnotic sway. Finding the bathroom George stood in front of a full body mirror that was covered in smear marks. Without his breasts blocking the way, George was able to examine his body further. The mirror showed the shocked expression of an attractive black woman. Her face was covered in makeup, her ears had gold hoop earrings, and her hair was styled in an afro. George realized her face was his face!

A pink thong was all that covered his lower body besides the black fishnet stockings. His fingernails was painted pink as were his toenails. His waist had shrunk incredibly. It gave his body an exaggerated hourglass figure. His figure was greatly out of proportion. He turned around and looked at the reflection of his backside. His butt was round and bulbulous. His new ass was sticking out so much he wondered if there were any pants he would be able to squeeze on.

Turning back to look at his front, he examined his huge breasts again. Something told him they had to be a G-cup or bigger even. She took his new feminine hands and placed them on the mountainous knockers on his chest. He finally spoke.

"Oh mah lawd!" he screamed.

That wasn't right, George thought. That wasn't anywhere close to what he had wanted to say. He thought about the way he talked. It was just like the woman he had encountered the day before. What George thought was really weird was that he didn't feel out of place in this body.

"Oh my, what on gawd's green earth has happened to me? I look like one fine sex-ay woman! That lady at the store yestahday.... I know she's the one that's gone and done this to me!"

Once again it was not what George wanted to say, but the result had the same meaning. Being in the bathroom already, George sat down on the toilet and took the oppurtunity to urinate. Instantly he thought how it was odd that he knew he had to sit down in his new body. Once he finished, he wiped his vagina and pulled the pink thong back up. Washing his hands, George couldn't help but notice how dirty the bathroom was. Walking out of the bathroom, he realized something. He had just saw that he had a vagina and didn't make any reaction to it. What was wrong with him, he wondered. He felt like he still had control of himself, but then there was something else that made him the different person he now was.

He began to think some more. His knowledge of computers... He remembered it all, but he couldn't place his knowledge into words except for how to surf the internet. George didn't want to know how his situation could get any worse. Just then there was a knock at the door of the apartment. George walked over to door, his hips wildly swaying side to side, a visible jiggle in his butt cheeks and a little bounce from his breasts.

Opening the door, George saw a man which he assumed was Mexican. He didn't appear to have much muscle on him, an average build. He was wearing regular street clothes of a jacket, shirt, jeans, and sneakers. George didn't recognize him. Instead of asking who he was, his words came  out in a different way.

"Raymond, I haven't seen you in'a while. What can I do fuh you?" he said unexpectedly.
"Hello Gina," replied Raymond, "I was in the neighborhood, so I thought I'd stop by for a quick one."
"No problem." she said.

Gina, as George found the name of his new persona to be, lead Raymond over to an old beaten up couch where she had him sit down. As Raymond unzipped his pants, Gina dropped to the floor on her knees. George in the meantime tried his best to resist Gina's actions.

"Dead god no! Why can't I stop what I'm doing?" George thought in turmoil as Raymond's erect penis entered Gina's mouth.
"That's it, girl." said Raymond, feeling Gina's mouth and tongue wrap around his dick in repeated motions.
"Hmmm..." said Gina, her pussy getting aroused."
"God damn it, I have to stop this! I can't become some woman whose a prostitute!" George yelled in his thoughts.
"Do it, Gina, faster!" said Raymond, pushing Gina's head with his hands.
"Mmmmm!" said Gina, now sticking her fingers into her vagina.
"I...need to...fight this...." George struggled to think, feeling Gina's pressence become stronger.
"Oh yeah," said Raymond, "I think I'm going to-AAAHHHHHH WHAT THE FUCK!!!"

Raymond pushed Gina away, she had bitten his dick. George let out a mental sigh of relief. He had managed to fight Gina's actions. Raymond held his penis in pain, she had barely broke the skin. He looked at Gina who was now standing.

"Get yo' ass out of here! I ain't gonna be nobody's whore no more!" yelled George, once again not in his words but Gina's interpretation.
"Gina, baby, what the hell!? You've always loved my dick!" said Raymond, confused.
"Not anymore I don't! You get on out ah here and you cun tell anybody else ya know that Gina Kinks ain't livin' this lifestyle no mo!" said Gina, waving a finger at Raymond.
"Yes! I did it," thought George, "Not exactly 'get the hell out, I'm going to be a man again,' but it will do."

Raymond quickly zipped up his pants and left the apartment. George felt himself breathing heavy, his breasts rising and falling.

"So I'm in the body of a woman named Gina Kinks huh," thought George, "Maybe now I can find that lady and have her change me back."

Before George could act out what he thought, he took in his current appearance. He was still practically wearing nothing but the pink bra and thong and black fishnet stockings, his pussy was dripping wet, and he had a small taste of semen in his mouth.

"Ah think I'm gonna fuckin' puke." said Gina, almost exactly saying what George was thinking.

Feeling more in control of his new body named Gina Kinks, George returned to the bathroom and put soap and mouthwash in his mouth to try and get rid of the taste of cum. After an hour of washing his mouth, George put his attention on his next problem. This body was horny. Letting his Gina persona take over a bit, he found a vibrator in a drawer next to the bed. It wasn't something he could ignore, so George went to work on his pussy. New sensations of pleasure overcame George as he eventually abandoned the vibrator and placed all of his fingers inside himself, hearing the feminine pleasure filled screams of Gina.

George opened his eyes. He had passed out form the pleasure. The clock on the wall above the bed showed it was 2:45pm. George needed to get over to that store in the mall the woman had whispered to him, but he hadn't even ate yet. Leaving the bedroom, George made his way over to a small dirty kitchen. He opened the fridge to recieve an awful smell. A carton of milk had gone bad. Pulling out a carton of orange juice, he shut the fridge door. Opening a cabinet he found a box of cereal. Any spoons or bowls hadn't been washed so George decided to eat straight from the box. He then washed it down with the orange juice, which he also drank from the carton directly. Wanting to fill up his stomach a little more, George grabbed the only good looking banana from a tray of them that was laid out. Before biting into it, he found himself sucking on it a little. Apparently he wasn't able to get rid of all of Gina's tendencies.

After he finished eating, George went over to Gina's closet to find something to wear. There wans't anything not revealing. George let more of Gina control his actions in order to get dressed. He was determined to get out of this mess.


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