#hispanic tf

Thanks to a friend who helped me include some Spanish!

Matthew was excited to be visiting Mexico as part of his year abroad after college. The young, somewhat nerdy 22 year old had never traveled before and couldn't wait to see a new culture. He had taken 4 years of Spanish and was even in Spanish Honor society back in high school so he was confident that he would be able to converse and fit in with the locals. After a several hour flight made easier by his Switch and a few Zelda games to pass the time Matthew arrived in the Mexico City Airport. He hurried through the security and Covid screenings, eager to see the city and explore. He was caught off guard however by how different the culture and language was.  He felt a pile of muscle slam into his back as a hulking young Mexican man shoved past his stunned figure. 

"Eres un pendejo" [what an asshole] the man shouted back at him in a booming voice. Matthew struggled to keep up with how the locals called out to each other in bursts of slang and dialect that high school and even a college spanish course never taught him.

He saw a group of guys about his age, shirtless and tatted up playing in the street and drinking beer. He thought of talking to them but was overwhelmed and decided not to. After a tiring walk he finally made it to his hotel just as the sun was setting. 

"Ay... ¿Como vas, wey?" [What's up?] Matt turned and saw one of the guys who was playing in the street standing behind him smiling. The man extended a large arm and shook Matts hands nearly crushing it before laughing at the obvious size difference. He seemed friendly enough so Matt talked him up in his best Spanish, though compared to the slang the guy was using Matt probably sounded overly formal. Matt was disclosing how alone he felt here and how he wished he could fit in and make friends. The other man nodded knowingly and handed Matt a baseball bat explaining that sports are very important down here and maybe if he learned a bit he'd fit in.

Matt shook his head and gave the bat a swing nearly falling over. He had no athletic talent. His legs wobbled a bit as he felt dizzy.  His new friend, Josè, put an arm around him to steady him. Matt noticed the ground pulling away and looked over to see Josè no longer had as much height on him. In fact Matt could feel his legs elongating and stretching. His jeans pulled up to expose his skinny white ankles as he grew in inches to about 6'1 even taller than Josè. Josè only smirked realizing that the bat was haunted afterall. Matt looked at his hands to see them growing larger and stronger, a dark tan spreading across as they grew to have a firmer grip on the bat. 

Surprised he struggled to drop it but found his hands no longer obeyed him.  "¡A huevo!" [Fuck yeah!] He blurted out as his voice got a bit deeper and louder. He watched muscles expand all along his arms, splitting the sleeves of his small polo while he continued to grow and strengthen. He flinched in pain, feeling like 1000s of needles stabbing him as a wolfish tattoo appeared on his dark muscular arm accenting his new biceps. With a flex his shirt ripped off exposing darker nipples on large, round pecs and smooth hard abs. Part of him wanted to fight whatever was happening but he still couldnt move and now there was a voice in his mind telling him to relax and enjoy the ride. He gave a big unintelligent grin as his face sharpened to be handsome and jockish with beautiful brown eyes and thicker eyebrows. His long blonde hair pulled back into a dark, stylish jock cut. 

Matt began to give in to the spirit. Feeling two black studs pierce his ears and memories of sports and growing up poor on the streets of Mexico city filled his head. He was going to go big and get noticed. He moaned as he felt the changes pushing south. His dick lengthening and darkening in his pants which had shrunk into loose mesh basketball shorts sagging down to show off his nice v for the sexy chica's. The formerly asexual nerd found himself suddenly lusting for some latina babes to plant his new seed in. Hormones rushing through his muscular jock body. He patted his crouch with one hand and easily balanced the bat with the other as the last changes went down his legs, swelling them to support his new figure. Finally big Mexican feet burst out of his shoes and his toes wiggled in the dirt, feeling more comfortable showing off his body. One more swing and exhale and Matt was gone. Now Miguel, Josè's brother and baseball prodigy who would soon be off to the states after being scouted by the Dodgers. Josè smiled happy to see his brother back and knowing somewhere in there a nerdy American boy was getting his wish to fit in. He pulled out a cross necklace that belonged to their grandma and placed it on his brother with pride as the new Miguel gave a sheepish grin ready to get some drinks and some babes before he headed back to California for the season.