Nick figured the best way to handle this situation was to stick with James, the guy who understood and was the original curse barer. His mind focused on the homie and all of his bulging muscles and mannerisms, normally not into Latinos but he had to get aroused by them to stick with his amigo, Jose! Walking towards the direction he went as he could feel his member rising and-
“Oh Nick honey! You just give the best blowjobs!”
“PTTT!” Nick spat out the taste of salt and bitter cream in his tongue, recoiling at the thought of a man pushing his “AY CARAMBA! Don’t describe homosexuality into my ears!”
Hunching backwards, developing a growing fear of homosexuals as his back hulked out, muscles pressing against the tee James got for him as the seams began to echo tears in the distance as he covered his ears with both of his palms.
He flinched at the thought of him giving a blowjob to Cor...whoever that fucker was! “Mi Mama never raised er’ son to be a faggot!” And he intends to stay that way, the curse accelerating his growth he straightened his back once more, fear melting away into hatred, and tons of discrimination.
He let go of his ears, the trail of surging muscle separated his shoulders as he flexed his arms, accentuating his broadened back which strained against his tee. Watching that bulging muscle cling onto his biceps and causing it to swell, a huge lump of muscle lifting up as he posed for the ladies in the mall to see-for some reason he’d know they’ll want him in bed by tonight.
“And how could they resist me?” Shrugging his shoulders, letting go of his ears, cockily smirking as a brown hispanic tan overtook his complexion. Several tattoos crawling over his firm troublemaker jock like biceps, with one gigantic black rosary cross imprinted across his back, barely visible beneath his clothing.
Fear turned into rage, and anger, Rage and anger turned into cockiness and sexiness. His palms wide open, taking on the same hue as multiple lines etched itself with age onto them, roughness ensued his stretching, thickening fingers as they impatiently grabbed the air and twisted it like it was two proud Latina C-cups. A tan-strapped watch popped up against his right wrist, an accessory complimenting the veins trailing down his tightened wrist.
His pectorals and washboard abs, formerly already lean from surfing with his ex-boo, pushed out shamelessly as his new Spanish nipples are clearly seen as erect, invisible feminine fingers groping them as his smirk only rose higher as a result. Growing and straining much bigger as though they were inflated, with an extra two cobblestones being added to the already hardened six pack. Trails and bristles of black stubble done his chest, hating the fact he had to shave consistently-aside from his prized treasure trail-instead of flaunting his Mexican masculine genes because of his part-time modelling job.
He always liked impressing ladies, specially Chicas at the gym, he had to train hard to maintain sexy and in shape, and also cause of the fact he had to consistently fight against other gang members and rightist-causes in regards to immigration, though he did agree with conservatives in regards to their views homosexuality.
With such, his speedo actually loosened up as the rubber shifted into cotton, his own growing member pressing through as it grew to six inches un-erect, and now that it is erect-his legs stood far apart, member exposed into a lady-killing stance, his orange and grayish blue cotton boxers with striped-fiesta patterns held his testosterone-laced membership, already churning and eradicating more than half of his caucasian genes with his proud, straight Mexican latino self.
As such, the already tightened top broke down in the middle, gaining a row of buttons into a button down as a collar popped down next to his dark neck. He watched as the sleeves rolled up themselves to expose his sexy arms, neat but hairy, as zig zags of orange and grayish blue etched onto his nylon Mexican button down, gaining more pride with his heritage as it hugged against his bod as though he was soaking wet.
His thighs definitely expanded, as it pushed up his height to over 6 ft 2. He was glad the brotherhood raised em right, as he recalled years of running and parkour, his trunks swelled up gratefully, as his feet grow over size 10, breaking apart his sneakers as they immediately reformed into a pair of semi-formal brown loafers. Being well enough to an extent due to his modelling career, shame Jose wanted nothing to do with the “faggot industry”, its only faggot cause straight hunks don’t overwhelm the fucking faggots inside!
A pair of grey slacks went poof around his shaved, smooth legs. As a black belt with a golden belt buckle latched onto his hips, as his buttocks square and roundabout, straining against the back pocket of his pants.
“I’m so fucking hot!” Nick spoke, while his former self wouldn’t be into latinos...aside from their hunky exterior, his new heterosexual homophobe self loved himself deeply as much as he loved his mama. An overwhelming urge of narcissism overtook his mindset, as the bulge in the front of his thickened neck grew double the size. “Soy Irresistible~” his deep, latin originated voice spoke.
The final changes grabbed hold of the man in a Mexican trance, as a blank bristled aftershave laced on top of his squared jaw, with hints and two butts forming a cleft at the end. His sides and back got completely buzzed off by a barber shop next to his mama’s cafe, the top getting tousled into a side swept fringe as it shifted to a black like the genetics of the rest of his bod.
His eyebrows arched like the raven he was, scouting for his prey, nose turning angular as his ears ended up being studded with two black studs. Gingerly licking his lips, tasting and relishing in the new sweet taste of pussy, his pearly whites grinned harder than he could as he walked in a swaggering gait towards a babe waiting at the mall’s fountain. Irresistible to himself and the ladies, Niguel Dela Cruz came into existence as his eyes winked into a sweet caramel brown.
Cockily striding towards the caucasian chick waiting uncomfortably, somehow knowing she was going to be much sexier in a matter of moments. She’s going to be his as well, as he grinned wildly as a result of lust and desire.
The gang and his amigo and fucker of a brother can wait, but he cannot wait to finally plow the latina gal like the Chica she was!