Domingo walked into the mall with his homies Hector and Juan. Instantly they all stood out since they were the only Latin people in the rich white mall. The fact that they were wearing their usual white tall-tee, baggy khaki pants that showed their boxers, Jordans, and a thick gold chain around each of their necks probably didn’t help prevent them from standing out. With all eyes on them, they swaggered deeper into the mall, not really looking for any store in particular.

Towards the center of the mall, they discovered a store that warranted going into. From the outside, the store looked like a place for thugs, but the moment they walked inside they could tell that it was for rich people who wanted to look street. Rather than walking out annoyed, Domingo decided to explore deeper into the small store in case anything good was being hidden in the back. Unsurprisingly, nothing really did it for him, some cheap stuff that was way over priced and some stuff that hadn’t been cool since the 90’s.

A young man walked though the door from the dressing rooms. He embodied everything of a wannabe, someone who dressed the part of a thug but wasn’t one. His blond hair was too long, pants not sagging right, and his gold chain was take as hell. Juan walked up next to Domingo, and he was about to say that they should get out of there, until they both smelled it. Looking at the guys eyes confirmed their suspicions, he had weed on him and he was getting high.

Hector had joined his homies in the back of the store. A quick glance from Juan was all the instructions he needed and he grabbed the employee, holding him still. He held the guy as he tried to fight, letting his slowly growing bulge grind into him as he did.

After a couple moments, the guy stopped fighting. “Take whatever you want. There’s money in the register.” he desperately cried out, proving himself to be weak wannabe that he was. Fear was apparent in his voice. “Take anything but please don’t hurt me.”

Juan stepped closer. “We don’t want to hurt you man. What’s your name?”

“I-It’s Nate…”

“Well Nate…” Juan reached in and placed his hand on Nate’s bulge. A spark of pleasure shot into Nate and his cock started to stir. Juan leaned close to Nate’s ear and whispered “We just wanna help you. We wanna make you a real homie.” and then licked his ear.

Another spark shot into Nate and his mind began to cloud from the pleasure. His feelings of fear changed to emptiness and openness to these thugs. Even the cock that was grinding into his straight ass didn’t bother him any more.

Domingo spoke up and introduced the three of them before Hector let Nate go. Domingo was quick to ask if Nate had any more weed, which he did. Before Domingo could ask, Nate was leading the three back into the dressing room that he had stepped out of moments earlier, the smell of weed fresh in the air.

Nick’s head was swirling as his cock was slowly growing in his sagging jeans. Flipping over the chair, he revealed a large stash of  weed and rolling paper.

Juan started to break up the flower while whispering in Spanish under his breath. There wasn’t a grinder so he couldn’t make it as fine as he would have liked, but he was able to do what he thought was an acceptable job with the tools at hand.

While Juan was working, Domingo and Hector were working Nate over. Rubbing their hands over Nate’s hard cock, ass, and out of shape stomach and chest. The attention further clouded Nate’s mind as he moaned, letting these thugs have their way with him.

Juan lit the blunt and took the first hit, instantly feeling the warm buzz in his head. His cock, which had been soft up until now, started to spring to life, creating a large bulge in his pants before busting through the top. He stroked his dark 11 inch cock just enough to produce a drip of pre, the right amount to seal the next joint that he was already rolling.

Domingo grabbed the roll and put it in Nate’s mouth before lighting it. A smirk appeared on his face as he pulled out his thick 9 inch cock and pulled the long foreskin. Breathing deep, he loved the mix of weed and musk that was filling the room.

Domingo watched as Nate took a long hit off the joint before taking it for himself. Nate asked him “C-can I, ugh, suck your cock?” A nod was all Domingo gave before Nate fell to his knees and took the head of Domingo’s cock into his mouth.

Not in the mood for a slow blowjob, Domingo grabbed Nate’s head and thrust it deep onto his cock, forcing its way into the virgin throat. He moaned as Nate gagged before forcefully skull fucking the white wannabe in front of him. After a short 5 minuets, Domingo shot a huge load down Nate’s throat and into his stomach.

Hector forcefully pulled Nate off of Domingo’s cock. “What the fuck homie, you know we love to see the full change man!” Without asking Nate, Hector started ripping the clothes off him, leaving him on his knees and naked before the fully dressed Latin thugs.

The three of them couldn’t help but laugh. The wannabe thug Nate was packing all of 2 inches hard with little balls. Even when compared to Domingo’s cock, who had the smallest of the three at 9 inches, Nate was tiny.

Juan grabbed Nate’s head, “Come on puta, put that mouth to work. We’ll give you a real dick yet.” Juan slowly thrust into Nate’s mouth, giving him a chance to adjust. Nate’s cock was already changing, slowly growing in size from the load that Domingo had given him moments earlier. Juan cursed as he launched another big load into Nate’s mouth and laughed as Nate eagerly drake it all. “You deserve this.” and handed Nate another jizz sealed joint.

“My turn puta.” was all Hector needed to say to get Nate to deep throat his 12 inches. “Oh fuck yea bitch!”

Domingo was already back at full mass watching Nate take another of his homies cocks. Lighting up another blunt from Juan, he was loving how micro-dicked Nate was turning into a real homie; already imagining all the fucking and shit they would get into together. Looking over at Juan, Domingo could tell he had several more loads in his big balls to give tonight, and Hector was going to get his cock nursed forever as always.

Without asking, Domingo slyly got onto his knees and took Juan’s 11 inches into his mouth. He heard Juan moan from the unexpected pleasure and looked up smiling, cock still in his mouth. When Juan thrust into him, he moaned as his homies big Latin cock filled his mouth.

Glancing over at Hector, Nate was still bobbing up and down, no sign of Hector finishing any time soon.  Domingo focused on the cock in his mouth again as he reached a hand up to massage Juan’s balls.

Domingo moaned again as he felt Juan grab his head. He didn’t fight back as Juan began to violently fuck his face like he was a cheap whore. He loved when his homies fucked each other rough. Feeling Juan getting close, he pulled Juan’s hands off his head and forced Juan’s cock deep into his throat and started massaging it before letting up just in time to taste the thick and delicious load.

As Juan took a seat, exhausted from the intense load, Domingo looked back to Hector and was dismayed. Hector was still no where near close. His cock throbbing and tired of waiting, Domingo decided to take action. He positioned himself behind Nate and whispered, “Here we go puta, I can’t wait any longer and your sweet ass is mine.”

He slowly worked the head of his cock into Nate’s tight hole, happy to feel Nate try to open up to accommodate the large cock. “That’s it bitch” Domingo purred. After working his cock all the way to the base of Nate’s virgin hole, he pulled his cock out until just the head was inside before thrusting it hard and deep.

Nate moaned on Hector’s cock as his mouth and ass were full of Latin cock.

While fucking, Domingo reached around and started stroking Nate’s cock, feeling it grow and change from the cum he had eaten earlier. The thought of Nate continuing to change from getting fucked by his cock made Domingo’s dick hard as steel. He continued fucking, grunting as he trust his hips as hard as he could against Nate’s slowly growing bubble butt.

After 20 minuets of being split roasting, Nate’s cock erupted, releasing a huge load as he felt Domingo’s cock fill his ass with a massive load that seeped deep into him.

Domingo nearly collapsed. He had given everything he had to that fuck and he had nothing left. He was handed another blunt by Juan. “Thanks homie.” He lit up as he watched Juan line up his bigger cock to fuck Nate’s sloppy hole.

Sitting down, Domingo had an excellent view of Nate’s changes. He didn’t lose any body fat, he was gunna be a chunkier homie, but he was definitely developing muscle. Not the refined muscle of working out in a gym, but the bulk gained from manual labor. Nate’s cock had also grown considerably, his formally 2 inch wonder had grown to 8 inches, thick, and a loose hanging foreskin. His cock jumped a little as he saw Nate’s hair turn black and shrink to a very short cut.

“God you have such a sweet ass.” Juan purred right before working up to a hard thrust, his mind a little hazy from too much weed at once.

“This puta has a fine throat too, dawg.” Hector moaned, speaking for the first time since Nate latched himself to his cock.

Though he couldn’t stand, Domingo’s cock was at full mass as he watched Nate’s, no, Jaime’s skin darken, almost turning caramel. Being the last to join the gang, it was his honor to name their newest homie, and what a homie Jaime would be. He stroked his cock as he noticed that Jaime’s cock was even bigger, it must have been 13 inches by now, and thick too. It would be so much fun to stoke while balls deep in his big ass.

Hector couldn’t stop moaning at this point, guiding Jaime with his right hand, and Juan was piston fucking Jaime’s ass. Domingo worked himself close to the edge as Hector and Juan came back to back, filling their new homie with large amounts of Latin seed. Domingo could tell that Jaime had finished changing at this point, and what a hunk of a Latin stud he had become.

“Jaime, over here homie.” Jaime looked over at Domingo, instantly accepting his new name and reality and moved over as Domingo somehow enough left in his hairy balls to covered his face with with one last creamy load.

Domingo could tell from the look in Jaime’s eyes that Jaime was already in love with his new life as a gay Latin thug and was ready to run havoc with his new homies.

‘30 minuets left and then I’m free’ was the only thought on Kyle’s mind as he finished up his shift at the hotel he worked at. He switched tabs on the computer as two people walked into the lobby, a couple of rough looking Latin thugs. One was tall with a chinstrap beard and a neck tattoo while the other was shorter, about 5’7, with a mustache that hadn’t grown in all the way. Both wore white shirts, khaki pants, Jordan’s, and black baseball hats.

Kyle didn’t have a problem with anybody based on their skin color, his best friend was Mexican after all, but these guys looked like trouble. And this wasn’t a cheap hotel to begin with. The cheapest room was over 300 bucks tonight and people who paid that much didn’t want trouble.

He put on his most professional face and began treating these thugs with the same surface level of respect he gave all customers. In his normal artificially cheery voice he asked “How may I help you tonight?” and awaited the standard response that he knew was coming.

“You have a room, man?” came the response from the taller one as he leaned on the counter. The collar on his oversized shirt opened as he bent down a little revealing a well worked chest but a small gut and lots of tattoos. “We need a place to crash tonight.”

“I don’t have any rooms with two beds tonight, unfortunately, but we do have a room with a king bed.” Kyle lied. He couldn’t outright tell them to leave because they hadn’t done anything yet, but he could try to make it sound unappealing.

“That’ll do, homes. We just need a bed. My boy and I don’t mind cuddling if it’s on a good bed.” was the response from the shorter guy. He also started leaning close and stared at Kyle with an intense gaze.

“Sounds good” Kyle lied again. Thus far these thugs were being stubborn. That normally drove away a questionable group, the idea of sharing a bed. These guys were determined though. Kyle mentally sighed and moved onto the next phase. “Tonight that room is coming to 359 plus tax.” Kyle neglected to mention that that also included breakfast in the morning, but it’s ok because he needed them gone.

The taller one responded with“Shit bro that’s too much.”, before looking at the shorter thug and nodding towards the door.

The shorter guy continued to look at Kyle before putting out his hand to shake Kyle’s. “Thanks for the help anyway homie.”

Kyle fulfilled his duty and shook his hand, making a mental note to wash it once he got off work. A small electric shock hit Kyle’s hand and slowly worked up to his head. Right before the thugs had walked out the door he shouted, “You know, I may be able to work something out tonight since it’s late.”

The back of his mind was horrored, why had he said that. He was trying to get rid of them, not get them into the hotel. Before he could act the thugs were back at the counter, leaning over again a little closer. “How about 159?” came from Kyle’s mouth before he could stop it. Kyle didn’t know what was happening, this was seriously bad.

The tall one responded again with “Sounds good bro, thanks” before reaching for his wallet and giving Kyle an ID and a prepaid card.

Kyle had another mental sigh as he saw the card. He couldn’t accept prepaid cards so he could still get ride of them. In a cool and well rehearsed voice he gave his trump card, “Unfortunately I can’t accept prepaid cards, guys.”

The sorter thug reaches forwards to grab the cards and brushed Kyle’s hand a little. Another shock hit Kyle’s hand and quickly worked its way to his brain. In horror, Kyle heard himself say “Actually, I can make a one time exception. You guys look tired after all.” He couldn’t comprehend how this was happening. Was he trying to get himself fired?

Against his better judgment, Kyle’s hands quickly made the reservation and checked them in, breaking every important rule in the process.

“Thanks so much homie!” broke Kyle’s internal screaming. The taller thug continued “This is Juan and I’m Hector. Why don’t you join us for a drink when you get off?” A devilish grin had appeared on both Hector’s and Juan’s face as the offer was made.

“Sure, I’m off at 11.” dropped out of Kyle’s mouth, still terrified and confused about why he was doing all this.

11pm arrived and Kyle did the pass down for the next shift. After a long day he was ready to head home. Kyle absent mindlessly walked out to his car, thinking about how weird the day was. He looked up, and realized he was standing in front of the two thugs hotel room. Shocked, he turned to walk away when the door opened.

“Told you he would come, bro.” came one of the thugs and grabbed Kyle by the arm and dragged him inside. They threw him into a chair and handed him a can of Tecate beer. “Drink up, man.”

Kyle’s arm began rising to bring the can to his lips and the cheap beer started pour into his mouth and down his throat. The alcohol quickly puts a haze over his brain and he feels his thoughts begin to slow, his inhibitions fading, a warm fuzzy feeling slowly taking over. “So what’s up fellas?” escaped Kyle’s mouth, in a dumber tone that he normally has.

Hector responded in a cheerful tone, “Not much homie, just drinking, relaxing, and…” he trailed off while grabbing his growing bulge. Out of this corner of his eye, Kyle also saw that Juan grabbing his bulge as a shit-eating-grin appeared on his face.

The last corner of sobriety in Kyle’s brain screamed out in fear. What was he doing here? He as a girlfriend waiting for him at home. His arm once again moved on his own as he took another long drink, finishing the can. The alcohol spread further in his brain, silencing all doubts as another can was given to him. Kyle looked down and noticed that his own bulge was growing and chuckled. “Guess I’m having the same problem homies!” As he looked back up, he noticed that Juan was now standing right in front of him.

“Why don’t you help us out, bitch.” Juan reached over and grabbed Kyle’s free hand, another shock traveled up to his brain. Juan guided Kyle’s hand to the bulge in his khaki pants.

Kyle stroked it, drinking down the whole beer while he did. There was something very hot about these guys. And being called bitch only made his cock harder.

Juan let out a soft moan as he unbuttoned his pants and let them drop and pulled off his shirt, leaving him in just his boxers. Juan spoke again, this time with more of a snarl, “Go on bitch, finish what you started.” before reaching both hands around to the back of Kyle’s head and guiding him in. Another massive spark jumped directly into Kyle’s brain.

Kyle’s nose was pressed deep into the musky bulge and he inhaled deeply. This all felt right to him. Obeying his orders, stroking his cock, it all felt right. Kyle inhaled again and found that he loved the manly smell, the dominating personality, and being this guys bitch. He dropped the can and reached up to pull Juan’s boxers down. A thick 11 inch uncut cock bounced in front of him as he quickly pulled the boxers down. Kyle was amazed for a moment. This dark cock looked so powerful and manly.

Juan stopped Kyle before he could try kissing the head. “You’re a good submissive bitch alright.” He moved his hand down and slapped Kyle in the face several times with his hard cock. “You want my cock bitch? What do you say to get it?”

Kyle hesitantly pleated, “Please let me suck your cock.”

Juan slapped him in the face again, much harder this time. “What else puta?”

Kyle desperately pleated, “Please let me suck your cock! I’ll be…I’ll be your bitch. You can do whatever you want with me, but please let me suck your cock!” Kyle was desperate at this point. He needed to suck this cock now.

Juan grabbed Kyle’s head and forced it all the way down his big cock. It hurt and was uncomfortable, but Kyle was amazingly able to do it. Juan began facefucking Kyle. Waves of pleasure washed over Kyle’s brain as his mouth was used like a hole. Abruptly, Juan pulled Kyle off his cock and ordered him to strip. Kyle ripped off his clothes and knelled in front of Juan’s cock, waiting for permission to start again.

“How big is your dick bitch?” Juan asked while moving Kyle’s cock around with his foot.

“About 6 inches” Kyle instantly responded.

“Good to know. Hey Hector, remember that for me, bro. I love to know the starting point homie.” Juan grabbed Kyle’s head, frying even more of the remaining cells. He had to make sure he changed enough before Kyle sobered up. “Get back to work bitch.” he snarled again.

Kyle began eagerly worshiping the large brown cock in front of him, letting Juan guide him exactly how he wanted. Juan suddenly came in Kyle’s mouth, letting the cum wash over his tongue. Kyle also came, sending a large load across the room. He then looked up and swallowed all of Juan’s seed, making sure to look him in the eyes while he did. His stomach started to feel warm, like he just had a tequila shot. A new wave of pleasure races through his head, the feeling of everything being as it should shortly following. Kyle finally looked down and noticed his own cock looked…different. He wasn’t sure how, but his cock definitely was different.

Juan walked over to the bed and collapsed, exhausted form the intense load he just gave Kyle. Kyle then looked over to find Hector, stroking his cock through his boxers and enjoying the show. He instinctively crawled over to Hector and knelled in front of him.

“You picked out a good bitch, Juan. He’s already ready for more, bro. Go on puta, get to work.”

Kyle immediately burred his face into Hector’s boxers and deeply inhaled his manly scent. It was different than Juan’s, but just as erotic to Kyle’s fried brain. He then reached into Hector’s boxers and pulled out his cock, a thick 12 inch uncut cock that was already leaking pre. Instinctively, he licked the head under the foreskin and heard Hector let out a deep carnal moan.

“Oh fuck, just like that puta.” Hector moaned and thrust his cock deeper into Kyle’s warm mouth. Kyle obliged and worked the large cock deep into his throat, noting how it didn’t hurt this time.

Kyle’s head returned to a haze of pleasure as Hector began fucking his face without a second thought about him. To Kyle, this was heaven, being these thugs fuck toy.

Hector quickly pulled Kyle off his cock and let his cum fly directly into Kyle’s open and eager mouth. To Kyle’s supersize, his cock shot another huge load as he happily swallowed the new load of cum he just received.

Looking down, Kyle realized what was different about his cock, it was larger. Not only that, he had regrown his foreskin and it was a much darker color than it used to be. Not quite as dark as Hector’s or Juan’s, but close.

Hector leaned back in the chair as tried to catch his breath. “Fuck Juan, this puta has such a fine mouth.”

Kyle felt pride at hearing this. He was happy that he could pleasure these Latin studs.

Abruptly, Juan grabbed Kyle by the hair and thew him on the bed, leaving his ass open and vulnerable. “Alright bitch, your cono is mine now.” he spread Kyle’s ass and began eating it out, probing his tongue deep into Kyle’s virgin hole.

Kyle let out a high moan as he felt the pleasure of having his ass filled. A new desire began building in his fried head, he needed more. He arched his back and began moving his hips in tandem to Juan’s tongue before feeling Juan’s face pull away.

Juan lined up his big cock to Kyle’s hole and began slowly pushing it inside the tight but welcoming ass. Kyle moaned deeper, as he felt his ass being penetrated deeper and deeper until Juan’s hips were pressed hard against him. Juan grabbed Kyle’s hips and began thrusting hard, enjoying the tight hole that invited him in deeper.

Kyle’s ass began to feel warm as Juan’s pre started lining his hole. It slowly spread out across his body and he felt himself changing. His ass was growing bigger and firmer, his legs grew more muscular, his stomach tightened up, and his chest and arms blowing up. The feeling was so intense that it left Kyle in a haze of pleasure.

Kyle felt Juan thrust one last time and he pushed his ass back as far as he could, trying to get the Latin studs cock as deep into him as he could. Juan’s cock erupted, sending a large load deep into Kyle’s ass as Kyle’s own cock shot another large load.

Juan slowly pulled out and grabbed Kyle’s hair to guide it to his cock. Kyle didn’t hesitate to take the cock into his mouth to clean off the cum. Kyle took extra care to clean the loose foreskin. He then collapsed on the bed and stared up at the feeling, savoring the bliss and pleasure that he was feeling. His cock still throbbing and refusing to go down.

Kyle’s legs started to rise as he looked down to see Hector grinning and lining his cock up to Kyle’s hole.

“Ready?” Hector asked before thrusting his cock in, not waiting for an answer.

Kyle moaned and tightened his ass around Hector’s cock. His head was once again swimming in blissful pleasure as he felt his memories change. Slowly his life of living in a wealthier white neighborhood changed to a one of a poorer Latin neighborhood. Spanish became his first language, his 3 years of college were replaced with being a low end gang member, and memories of his girlfriend shifted into fucking around with his best homies Juan and Hector.

Hector bent down and started kissing Kyle without removing his cock and loved the taste of cum in his mouth. Abruptly he pulled away and grunted as he let his cum fly in Kyle’s already messy ass. Looking down, he saw Kyle, no Domingo, had shot another huge load of cum all over himself. “Damn Domingo, you always have the best ass homie.” before slapping Domingo’s ass.

Kyle’s brain accepted his new name. The last that was Kyle was shot out of his cock, all that was left was Domingo, a Latin thug who’s always ready to fuck, drink, and make a quick buck with his homies.