From across the counter, sitting at the other side of the bar, you notice a curvy, mature, caramel colored woman staring deeply at you.
Her eyes are a deep brown, her raven black hair is tied with a ponytail, and cascades down to the middle of her back, her eyebrows are sharp and dark, she got a slightly broad, but round and delicate face, plump lips, and a round nose.
Her clothes are rather simple, you can manage to see tight jeans that neatly hug her curvy figure, and a broad, wide ass, she's using simple flat sandals, and she's also wearing what seems to be a floral blouse with lots of cleavage, letting you see quite a handful of her enormous breasts.
You smile back shyly, but she seems to have been smiling all this time.
You turn around for a moment, and when you turn around you see the woman standing right next to you.
"Te puedo ofrecer algo, guapo?" She says in her thick accent.
You briefly look at her, you can't even say a word about that.
She seems to be somewhere around her late thirties or early forties, she has enormous curves, enough to cover more than two stools together, and a slight chubby belly, although it isn't noticeable at all in her slightly short and wide frame.
She takes a seat next to you, and orders two beers, you just sit there, not really knowing what this woman wants from you.
Suddenly, you feel a heavy weight on your legs. The woman just sat on your lap.
"Te molesta, mi amor?"
You don't understand what she's saying, so you just shake your head to signal this.
Then she wraps her arms around your neck, sitting comfortably on top of your legs, as she begins to comb and rub your hair tenderly.
Once the beers arrive, she hands you one of them. Trying not to look rude, and giving in to the strange charms of this woman, you begin drinking your beer. She just smiles and clinks her bottle with yours, just before drinking the beer herself.
You've got to admit, this feels nice, she's soft, cuddly, and she's holding you so dearly. The rubs on your hair feel natural, and you're just enjoying the moment with her.
However, you ignore how every sip seems to be altering your body somehow. Your skin begins to tan slightly, your hair darkens, and you gained a pair of inches of height, plus a little bit of added muscle mass.
You soon feel the woman start rubbing your arms, which are now covered in a fine layer of dark body hair.
She then looks deeply at your eyes, just as they become a dark brown color.
"Eres tan guapo" she says in a sultry voice.
"And you look so linda..." you answer back in a deeper, slightly accented tone.
You find yourselves staring at each other, right before leaning on each other and closing your eyes, engaging in a deep, passionate kiss.
You savour her plump lips, and rub your tongue against hers, while holding her close, a hand on her wide, massive ass, and the other cupping one of her generous breasts.
Breaking the kiss, you stare at each other lovingly, her delicate hands rubbing your cheeks as she smiles tenderly at you.
The eyes of both of you are that of a couple. No longer was this woman a stranger. No, she was YOUR woman now.
You stand up with her, and with your hand holding her hip, you both head to the dance floor, not noticing how everything seems a bit smaller, or how big your hands are, or how tight your clothes and shoes feel.
On the dance floor, the music has now become a loud, sensual reggaeton, and the latina is dancing spectacularly, her ass rubbing sensually crotch, which you don't notice is engorging and thickening, the foreskin becoming dark and thick, the whole member growing several inches until you're around 10 inches long.
She keeps the grinding for some time, her tight jeans pressing and rubbing against you on beat. You grab her hips and follow her rhythm.
After a few songs like this, the latina pulls you close, and after licking your lips and french kissing you, she whispers on your ear. "Vamos al baño, mi amor, te necesito".
You somehow understand this, and sneak out to the bathroom with her.
In the bathroom, you stare at the mirror. The reflection is way different than what you used to be. First, you're very tan, with black hair, black abundant body hair, a dark beard and your face has broad, stocky features.
Your body is wide and strong, your pecs and biceps bulging against a white shirt that replaces your old clothing. You stomach is wide, and slightly oversized. You look heavy, but by no means unhealthy, your physique looking like a strongman's. You also notice you look significantly older, more mature, somewhere in your late thirties.
Your hands and feet are now huge, callous, and hairy, with a strong square shape, your huge square feet bulging against a pair of brown simple shoes.
Looking up, your thick legs are encased in a pair of jeans, with your huge, thick, meaty cock pulsing and throbbing in the crotch area and snaking down to your right leg, it's hot and uneasy, ready for some action with your lady.
And so it happens, she drags you into a stall. You instantly make out with her, her fiery latina spiciness makes you lust her, you need to make this woman yours.
While making out, you lift her blouse, and move her bra aside, leaving her heavy mammaries out for grabbing, which you do, cupping and massaging them and teasing their perky brown nipples.
While you do this, you feel her hands move down, caressing your bulge and undoing your belt, making your pants fall, just before she lowers your underwear and makes your engorged manhood spring into action.
The woman looks delighted by this, and immediately gets on her knees, wrapping her arms around your hips and engulfing your member with her soft lips and her warm mouth.
You groan loudly in a way deeper voice when she manages to take all ten inches in, teasing your glands with her soft tongue.
You soon find yourself pounding her against the wall, holding her from her soft belly, cupping her breasts, squeezing yourself against her ass, you just couldn't have enough of her body, her soft nethers hugged your member with passion, she's pulling you in, and you thrust into her with force, the sound of your hips clashing against her round ass and the way her whole body ripples sends you over the edge.
Soon, you can't even remember anything else but her, you forget how your body used to look, your job, the entirety of your past life begins to fade away.
Your mind clouds, and you see yourself growing up in a poor neighborhood somewhere in south america, finishing your basic studies, but not being able to afford anything past that, and with lots of effort, you managed to find a job in construction. During you first week of work, you met her. She was young, and so were you, but she seems to have kept her soft curvy figure. She had a small stand of fajitas right at the corner of your work zone. You'd visit her everyday, you just wanted to see this beautiful woman whenever you could. You'd find yourself talking to her for hours, her charisma and charm won you over, and you asked her out. You smile and hold the woman even closer to you as your memories show how much you used to make out with her in the park of your hometown, the dates, and how she eventually invited you to her house, and you two had a long night of passion.
Holding her from the face, you french kiss her as you blast ropes and ropes of your new re-formed latino sperm into her womb. You felt like you just had several orgasms, one over the other.
Unknowingly to you, this was the case.
Reality and history itself was being rewritten. While you came into this woman, so did this new version of you, simultaneously, in the past twenty years.
A little less than an hour passes, and you step out of the stall with the woman that you now address as your esposa, your mujer. After tidying yourself up and helping her put on her clothes, you both step out of the bathroom.
The nightclub somehow became rustic, the floor is now plain dirt ground, there's no walls, just a roof supported by a few metal poles. The bar has become humble, the stools have become plastic chairs, and the counter is a bunch of tables placed together with a tablecloth on them. The people dancing now all look tan, in tight clothes, dancing cumbia.
This all feels natural to you, you're used to these parties, you feel at home, and looking at the many Colombian flags hanging from the ceiling, you know you are.
Long gone is the past you, all that's remaining is the 42 year old burly Latino, builder, husband and father Miguel Herrera.
With a hand resting on her ample ass, you look at your woman.
No, she's not just a woman. She's your wife. Your soulmate. The most beautiful woman in this world. The mother of your children. Patricia Morán.
You're both out to party this weekend, you're off work, you've just been paid, and your suegra is taking care of your five children. You hold the face of your wife once again and tenderly kiss her soft lips.
This was la buena vida.