Many Worlds #1 - The Big Reveal - Damien

In a few minutes, Inti and I are leaving for Greece. It's been a hectic two weeks, with me going through a lot of red tape to get my leave approved on such short notice, and neither of us are exactly looking forwards to the trip. I'm dressed in a tight white t-shirt with a graphic design on it, with a pair of denim shorts with a short inseam to show off my muscular legs. My property is in a pink, short-sleeved shirt that's open to show off his incredible pecs and eight-pack abs and a pair of white compression shorts that accentuates the highly substantial bulge at his crotch. We're both wearing sandals and as usual, our junk is surrounded by three heavy steel cockrings. At least with flying private, we don't need to worry about setting off the metal detectors.

"Remember, we're back to being 'Charlie' and 'Mattie' as long as we're in Greece. We don't want to slip up and call each other by our new names on this trip." 

Inti - no... 'Mattie' rubs his chest. "I'm nervous amor, Uncle Damien sounded angry. And he said in no uncertain terms that he wanted to see both of us. 'As soon as possible.' "

"Well, sweetheart, we have to do this. We can't keep hiding the Conversion we went through - there's nothing we need to be ashamed of. I just hope and pray that Cap lets me stay this way. Being a bald Latino cop for the past two months has been incredible!"

I paused, patting my back pocket to feel my wallet. "You have the correct tats showing, right?" Mattie rolls up the sleeves of his pale pink shirt to display his alpha-omega and lion.

"You?"

I nod and do the same with my t-shirt. "I had Zack put them on me for the trip. But I'm going to have to get all the dye removed and reapplied when we get back. I can't have 'Chuy Calderon' showing up with ink belonging to 'Charlie Hawke'."

Suddenly, the tension we've been feeling breaks and we start grinning like idiots. Then we then start flexing at each other and laugh out loud at our posing.

Mattie catches his breath and then gives me a panicked look. "Follame! (Fuck me!, ed.) Our rings!"  

He dashes back into the bedroom and comes back with our wedding rings. After his Conversion, he had stopped wearing his because he had outgrown it and I had stopped wearing mine when I became 'Chuy Calderon'. I had had them both of them resized for us in anticipation for our meeting with Damien.

As the two of us head toward the door of our apartment, Mateo notices me grabbing a medium-large piece of wheeled luggage from behind the sofa.

"What's that for? We have clothes at Uncle's villa." 

I tsk-tsk at my property. "Nothing that fits us now, sweetheart."

"Oh, damn... you're right."

The two of us leave the apartment and lock the door behind us. 

* * *

At the Westchester airport, the two dieseled Hispanics board a white private jet. Ori Galinis, the chief of security for Kriatos Shipping, is in the cockpit, completing preflight checks.

"Almost done, guys. We'll be leaving in a few minutes." He pauses. "Ready to beard the lion in his den... or rather the oligarch in his villa? I certainly wouldn't want to be you two right now."

Mattie makes a face. "Don't make us more nervous that we are already, Ori. Even with Hector running cover for us, I'm not looking forward to this trip or meeting Uncle. Neither of us are."

Ori gives him a hard look. "Well even if your medical excuse is pure bullshit, it hangs together pretty well. But if I could poke a hole in it, so can Damien."

Charlie grins at the blonde-haired pilot. "Those little oversights has been corrected, Ori. We have commercial flight records from here to Jamaica now, hotel reservations, credit card receipts AND hospital and treatment documentation. We've even gotten a real-live doctor that someone can talk to and confirm everything we've said and supposedly done."

"Shit... Well, it was a stroke of genius to get Hector to tell him and provide the interference for this drug reaction."  He turns to the NYPD patrolman. "Nice touch that you decided to risk taking the same drug to get the same results."

He gives a resigned sigh. "I just wish you'd trust me enough to tell me what actually happened. I think all this prep should make Damien not kill you. As least not right away." 

Charlie purses his lips. "Maybe after this, Ori. It's not something we can talk about openly."

"Aha! So you admit it!"

Mattie shakes his head. "Shut up, Ori. Just fly the plane and get us to Mykonos."

The pilot chuckles and feeds power to the engines. "Strap in fellas. Next stop - Sunny Greece."

 * * *

(A few hours later)

 The sleek jet descends and soon, the island of Mykonos appears through the clouds. Ori receives clearance from the tower at Mavrogenous aiport and soon, the plane lands and taxis to a private hangar. On the tarmac, the two Latinos see Hector waving through the windows. 

The two men leave the plane and are embraced by Mattie's black-haired cousin. Ori debarks and gives the young doctor a crushing embrace and hard kiss as well. "Fuck, I've missed you, Heck..."

Mattie turns to the dark-haired Greek. "How's Uncle?"

Hector makes a sour face. "Annoyed and preoccupied. He sent me out here to wait for you. 'I want to see them as soon as they land.' The car's in the parking lot."

With apprehensive looks, the three men follow Damien's son off the tarmac.

* * *

About half an hour later, Hector and the others pull up into the port-cochère of the Kriatos family villa. As the men get out, the front door opens and Damien Kriatos stands in the opening with a flinty and determined look on his face.

The men approach. Damien looks at the two Latinos in shock. "By the All Holy..." 

Inti makes the first move. "Uncle..."

Damien pulls him into his arms. "Mateo, why couldn't you tell me you got sick and this happened to you? Did you think I'd love you any less now that you look like some big and intimidating melampsós kátharma (dark-skinned lowlife, ed.)? Hector told me all about what happened and why I haven't seen either of you ... but this is quite the shock - even your face looks just changed enough that if I didn't know it was you, I would swear you were a completely different person!"

 

"The reaction to the medicine caused some permanent facial swelling as well, Uncle..."

 

The elder Kriatos turns to me and gives me an equally strong embrace. "Charlie, moró mou (my baby - a very affectionate term even for grown nephews, ed) ... what you did for Mateo was extraordinary! I don't know of any man that would willingly risk having this happen to him. You look even more like some unsavory mavridherós malákas (an even more derogatory term than melampsós kátharma, ed.) than he does! 

He chuckles. "And you both are built like Cretan bulls! You are huge now! Was this part of the medicine's side effects, too?"

"I don't think so, Uncle. You know I've been working out more and getting physically bigger as part of my undercover assignments." I pause. "Mattie felt somewhat ..."

"... inadequate..."

I give my husband (and property) a dirty look. " ... left out ... so he started the same regimen as I use and trained with the other officers. You can see he's as big as me now!"

Damien's face hardened. "No drugs? I can't believe you two got this imposing without taking something dangerous and illegal."

"Just protein, creatine and lots and lots of heavy gym work. Transanabol isn't even in any known pharmacopoeia, let alone being dangerous or illegal. We never touched the stuff. But who knows? Maybe... I think we've both gotten more defined since we darkened up." 

"Why don't you let your hair grow back in? You wouldn't look so threatening."

Think quick. "I tried. It grew in a little and then even that started falling out. Nothing's grown in now for a couple of months."

I backed him up. "Same here, Uncle. But I don't really mind." I winked. "Once you get used to being like this, being completely hairless is just part of the overall look."

Hector interjected. "Could be some form of alopecia totalis, Papa... I can see if I can find out any more information... or any possible treatment."

Damien grunted. "When you're not smiling, there's a definite air of menace and criminality about the both of you. It's quite unsettling, but somehow... strangely exciting... since I know it's from my two nephews. Those earrings just add to your intimidating appearance as well. But enough. Why don't you two clean up and go relax on the beach? We can have a family dinner and you can tell me about everything that's been happening with you."

I embraced the older Kriatos."Thanks, Uncle! We'll see you in a bit!" Hector and the two of us leave and head up the stairs to our rooms. Ori starts to move away as well.

"Orestes, stay for a moment." Damien pointed to a chair. "Sit."

The older man's face grows dark with anger. "Why didn't you say anything to me about this? You must have known this had happened to Mateo! What were you thinking?" 

"I saw Mateo getting bigger and more muscular and I confronted him about it - but he told me the same thing that Charlie and he told you right now - he was feeling inadequate compared to Charlie and wanted to do something about it. I was just as shocked as you were when he came back to the office after a Caribbean trip and looked like he does now."

"But that was 22 months ago! Why did you say nothing to me during that entire time?"

Ori looks down. "I didn't know what to say, Damien. I was upset as we all were. We didn't want to make Mateo more self-conscious or more upset than he must have been already. We all were hoping it was just a temporary condition, so we kept quiet about it and were hoping for the best. But when it got to the point when we knew it seemed permanent, it was just too late to say anything to you. I'm sorry. That was poor judgement on my part."

Damien sighed. "It wasn't your fault, either. I just wasn't expecting the boys to look so different from their wedding photos." The older man's eyes fill with tears and he angrily wipes them away.

"At least they are happy and healthy." He waves a hand at the security chief. "Go up and romp with Hector. He's been waiting to be with you for months."

* * *

Mattie and I open the door to our bedroom and embrace. 

" 'And the Best Actor award goes to Hector Kriatos!' Damn, I wasn't expecting that reception from Damien. He didn't seem as shocked as I expected and after the initial reaction, he took our new appearances pretty much in stride."

Inti chuckles and shoves me onto the large bed. "Although if he's thinking of us as unsavory, dark-skinned lowlifes, everyone else - including the rest of the family - are going to probably have the same reaction."

I laugh. "But they probably will get over it just as quickly. And I'm sure we'll get the same sexual reaction as Hector, Uncle Danny and Gabril... You heard what Damien just said? 'Menacing' and 'strangely exciting'??"

Inti laughs as well. "Undoubtedly. Part of our apparent criminal charm! Let's get undressed and go to the beach! We've been away for too long!"

* * *

The two of us strip out of our clothes and slip into some low-cut swim thongs that accentuate our massive, steel-shod packages. We exit the villa and head down the path to the beach laughing and speaking quietly in Spanish. Even with that style of swimwear being fairly commonplace in Mykonos, we draw more than a few salacious and lusty glances from men and women alike.

The two of us walk on the white-gold sands until we find a relatively empty spot. I spread the towels on the ground and we sit and rub each other down with tanning oil so we gleam dark copper in the sunlight.

Mattie gives me a huge white grin and runs into the surf and turns to me, "Come in, puto! (faggot, ed.) The ocean is wonderful!" I race in and join him in the crystal clear waters.

We spend a good amount of time in the water - swimming, playing, and just enjoying each other publicly. After a few hours, we exit the surf and flop down onto the towels on the beach, deeply kissing and fondling our bodies on the hot sands as our painfully large crotches grind against each other.
 

"Damn, I missed this. It feels so good to be here and just relax. Not having to worry about who's watching us is such a relief!" I turn onto my side and stroke my hand across my property's face and continue down to trace delicate patterns onto his massive pecs and eight-pack abs. I roll onto my knees and position myself over my property with my legs on either side of his hips and my hands on either side of his head. I give him a deep french kiss, which he hungrily returns. 

 

Mattie squeezes my ass. "Damn, I want to fuck you right now."

I chuckle. "I'd love to feel your cock up my ass, too... But even being Damien's nephews, I think we need to be just a little circumspect on display on a public beach, sweetheart..." 

My property gives a mock growl and pulls me in for a deep kiss. 

We break apart to catch our breath. Mattie gives me a wink. "We have an audience, amor... look to your right." I look up to see a pair of trimly muscled, young Greek guys in black speedos watching us. When they realize we've noticed them, one nudges the other and both give us big smiles and happy waves. After a brief conversation, the two walk towards us.
 

"Mmmmm..." I give both of them a lascivious once-over.

Mattie gets up on his elbows and grins. "Looks like we'll be having some more fun before we get back to the villa..."

* * *

Niko and Ioannis proved to be a wonderful ending for our beach outing. The two young men couldn't wait to be pounded by a pair of big, muscular, dark-skinned $\pi ϵ\iota \rho \alpha \tau {\eta }^s$

My husband and I reach the house and enter the large airy kitchen through the sliding patio doors to find Hector and Ori snacking at the table. 

Hector takes a sip of frappe. "Have a good time on the beach?"

Mattie gives them a bright white grin. "Amazing! It felt wonderful being back here and having fun in the ocean! Not a worry in the world!"

Ori smirks. "From the looks of it, you had an equally fun time on the sand... jeez, you guys are not only as big as Cretan bulls, you're hung like them too! Those thongs barely contain your cocks and balls!"

"We made sure everything got bigger when we worked out, Ori... plus, the three steel cockrings we always wear keep us semi-hard and push everything up and out, too." Both of us give the other two a lusty leer, grabbing and squeezing our massive equipment through the low-cut swimwear.

Ori chokes at that response and sprays a mouthful of coffee across the room as Hector slaps him on the back. After the security chief finishes his fit of coughing, we all start laughing. 

I slide into a chair across from Hector and Ori and Mattie sits next to me. "We met a couple of cute young guys that wanted to get up close and personal with a pair of big, dark-skinned pirates... everyone left happy and they left limping as well... what have we got here?"

Hector fills our plates from the spread on the table. "We have some  pitarakia (a local Mykonian specialty. These are small, half-moon shaped pies, often filled with a mixture of local herbs and cheese. They are crisp, easy to eat, and showcase the island's unique culinary style), spanakopita (Spinach Pie - a popular savory pastry made with flaky phyllo dough wrapped around a filling of spinach and tangy feta cheese), tiropita (Cheese Pie - similar to spanakopita, but filled purely with a savory cheese mixture, typically feta.) and some loukoumades (small, fluffy Greek donuts that are deep-fried until golden, then drizzled with a sweet honey syrup and often sprinkled with cinnamon or chopped nuts) and koulouri (a simple, ring-shaped bread covered in sesame seeds) for your sweet tooth."

We continue to laugh and talk over the kitchen table when Damien walks in. He's smiling and it's good to see that he's back to his more jovial self. He motions us to follow him out of kitchen.

 
"Did you enjoy the sun and surf?"

"We had a wonderful time, Uncle! We're sorry we didn't come back sooner."

He waves the apology away. "Since Hector told me what happened to the both of you, I've let the family know a bit of what went on - not everything, mind you - and I'm setting up a party at the villa for all of us to get together. Friday is good for you? You can completely relax and enjoy island life for the next few days before all the relatives will be shocked and amazed at your new appearance."

Mattie and I look at each other. "Fine with us, Uncle. It'll be great to see everyone again!" 

"Perfect! Let me finalize the guest list and all the details with the caterers!"

* * * 

The "get together" turned out to be over a hundred and fifty people; many of whom were from Mattie's side of the family that attended our wedding, as well as some of Damien's closest friends and business partners. Our 'new and improved' looks caused a great deal of shock and consternation among the various partygoers, but soon crumbled away when they realized that despite appearances, we were still the same two men we had always been - just bigger, darker, scarier... and bald. In fact, many of them were giving us the same carnal looks the Nico and Ioannis on the beach had - a fact that didn't escape myself or Mattie - much to our continued enjoyment.

The party lasted well into the night with eating, dancing, singing and plenty of drinking. 

As the party was winding down, I felt a tap on my arm and turned to find a smiling Damien. "Enjoying yourself?"

I gave the older man a strong hug. "Having a great time, Uncle! Thank you for the party..." I paused. "... and thank you for being so forgiving to the both of us. We're so sorry we didn't tell you sooner about what happened."

The elder Kriatos held my face in his hands. "You two will always be my morá mou (my sweet babies, ed.) no matter what you look like." and pats my muscled ass as he leaves.

"By the way, 'Chuy'..." He stops; turns back to me and winks. "I want you to tell me all about this 'Conversion' process you and 'Inti' went through to look like this tomorrow at breakfast."

 * * *

And you thought there wouldn't be a plot twist!

And you were almost right!

I realize now that there was a reason that I stopped the other story with Hector, even though I didn't know it at that point. I chalked it up to a little bit of laziness on my part.

My decision to have Damien know about how Charlie and Mateo became Chuy and Inti happened as I was finishing the story and was figuring out how to end the party scene. My fingers just seemed to fly over the keys, and BOOM! there it was! I guess subconsciously I didn't want Damien's nephews to continually lie to him and keep him in the dark - after all, if Charlie's family knows the truth, then Mattie's closest family should as well.

I hope you also enjoy the video shorts that I was able to create as well! 

 

 

 

 

Many Worlds #1 - The Big Reveal - Danny and Gabril

"You know, amor, we're going to have to tell your Uncle Danny about us sooner or later. I know you talk regularly since you're both so busy with your jobs, but you don't want him showing up by surprise one day and flipping out." 

Inti and I were sitting in the living room of our duplex. As usual, we were both wearing nothing except our thongs as far as clothing went. Inti winced in discomfort as the gigantic screw dildo within him shifted deep within his guts.

"You're right, sweetheart... I've been putting it off because I really don't know how to approach him. He has no idea about the Conversion process or the fact that I've been a black felon for more than a year and we're both jacked-up, dirt-trade Latinos now.

"At least we don't have to worry about someone spilling the beans to him. We don't have the same potential problem as I had at Kriatos."

* * * 

CIC One at The Castle was abuzz with activity. Communications - electronic, audible and psionic - swirled around the black-clad men as they attended to their duties and to  the operation underway. Major Danny Kaminski's cell phone buzzed. He looked at the display and grinned.

"Be right back guys. It's Charlie."

The former NYPD detective left the room and picked up the call.

"Hi Tiger! What's up? I'm sort of in the middle of long-range op right now."

"Uncle Danny ... could you and Gabi come and see Mattie and me?"

Warning bells started going off in Kaminski's head. "What's wrong, Charlie?"

"N-Nothing... Some things have changed with us. We want to talk to you about it."

A feeling of dread settled on the black-clad soldier. "Okay, let me see when I can get leave and come see you."

"Thanks, Uncle Danny. Love you. See you soon." Kaminski hung up the call. When he returned to the control room, Gabril Aziz - Royal Guardsman and the major's lover - took one look at his face and immediately gathered him into his arms. A quick mental exchange updated the handsome Arab as to what had transpired.

"I'm sure it is nothing serious, habibi. Why don't you speak with his commander? He could have more insight into the circumstances regarding your nephew." 

Using his telepathic abilities, Danny reached out to Captain Tanner Morgan. (Tanner is Charlie Hawke's NYPD commanding officer and shares the same enhanced mental and physical capabilities as the men of The Castle, ed.)

"Tanner, what's wrong with Charlie and Mattie?"

Tanner paused. "Charlie and his partner have been on a lot of undercover assignments - he's changed from the last time you saw him and you may not recognize him. Mattie as well."

"What do you mean 'changed'? Have they been injured?" Items on table started to rattle - Danny's telekinetic capabilities always started to go haywire when Charlie's safety was concerned. 

"They're all FINE, Danny. Go ask Tyler (Tanner's identical twin brother and CO of The Castle, ed.) for a 72-hour leave for you and Gabi. Go see your nephew and his husband." 

A quick mental exchange with Colonel Tyler Morgan approved the leave;  Danny texted his nephew that they would be arriving at the duplex tomorrow around noon. 

* * * 

Danny and Gabril use a wormhole and step out into the hallway of his nephew's apartment. When Kaminski knocks on door and it opens, the two soldiers are thunderstruck. Instead of Charlie Hawke, a hypermuscular, dark-skinned, bald Latino with brown-black eyes in a blue compression tee and jeans greet them. 

"Uncle Danny! Gabi! C'mon in!" The rough-looking Hispanic gives them a big white smile. The man in front of them sounds just like Kaminski's nephew, but looks NOTHING like him. Danny's mouth drops in shock.

Gabril speaks first. "Charlie?? Is that truly you? What has happened? You look... you are not YOU any longer... you have gained on at least 40 pounds of muscle, and... and your face..."

The apparent stranger laughs. "I look a LOT different, don't I... but I love being like this! Plus I put on about 50 pounds of muscle and I'm 3 inches taller!" The unknown man flexes and smiles as his muscles burst into extreme definition. 

Danny finally recovers and shakes his head. "What... how did this happen?"

The dark-skinned Latino formerly known as Charlie Hawke ushers them into the apartment's spacious living room. "Why don't you two have a seat? - It's a long story... "

* * *

"It all started with my Initiation. Jamie and Sgt. Namisato decided to change me into a black man."

"He did WHAT?" Surprise and a hint of anger swirl around the major's face.

"Yep, I got my head shaved, contact lenses, skin dye, shots to thicken my lips and prosthetics in my nose to widen and flatten it. And I got something that deepened my voice. They thought it would freak me out - so did I when I heard what Zack - that's the guy that does these Conversions - was going to do to me - but I actually got completely into it. I took being a black thug named 'Rayshawn Johnson' to new levels and surprised everyone - I got arrested several times, spent a lot of time naked and cuffed in holding cells, got put in Rikers and actually committed multiple felonies too."

"Shit..." 

The Latino looks embarrassed. "The prison sex was off the charts, too... I was almost sorry to get released..." 

"I also planted the idea that the Four-One could host an 'Exchange Program' where white cops could become black thugs for at least a couple of months. That caught on like wildfire. Everyone at the precinct has been a black guy at least once, most of us multiple times. Zack perfected his process so he could permanently reshape anyone's face, head, fingerprints and teeth and created a dye that wouldn't fade or come off without a specific counter-solvent. This guy is a genius, Uncle Danny." 

"Hmmph....What do you mean when you say permanent...???"

"Well, the changes Zack makes stay that way until he uses his plasticity compound to remold your features back to what they were before you got Converted into a black man. All the guys have 'before' and 'after' sets of molds. So you stay the 'new you' until the decision is made to Convert you back. That's usually up to Jamie and Cap."  

"So you've been Converted into a black felon multiple times?" Danny stares at the photos of Ray-Ray Johnson. "This is amazing. I wouldn't be able to tell this wasn't a real black man."

 Charlie nods. "No one can - that's the point! Because we become real black men! That's why all the guys love getting Converted as often as they can. It's a complete rush turning into someone else mentally and physically!"

"My second-to-last assignment I was a black felon for over a year. With incredibly detailed implanted artificial memories too. Everyone gets those now, plus some really strong hypnotic conditioning so we can't say who we were before we got Converted, only who we appear to be afterwards. That's when I got the Transanabol and Erotropin, too. 

This tech definitely feels like something out of Castle research labs. 

The drugs made me like this... bigger..." Charlie grins and squeezes his crotch "... all over and much more versatile sexually as well. And the effects never wear off. Most of the guys at the precinct have taken the drugs too, so we're all permanently stacked,  jacked and horny as hell now. We've had some guys that have been allowed to get a permanent Conversion by Cap... their original molds get destroyed and they stay black men - usually felons - for good."

Danny shook his head. "Damn... this is incredible. Like who?"

"Well, Bobby Altshuler is now 'Dannell Stewart' - he left the Job and runs a hardcore sex club with a Russian mobster. Jerry Farantino the quartermaster is now 'Ellis Patrick.'  Dannell - Dani - is a humongous black guy with dreadlocks - even bigger than me. Ellis is still the same sweet guy - just black."

"During my last assignment, I just had a feeling about it going sideways. Tony and I got Converted into our black felon alter-egos and I asked Dani - Dannell - to keep an eye on Mattie. The op went fine for us, but Dani decided to train Mattie as a stable stud - a high-end sex slave - and gave him a big dose of Transanabol and Erotropin to cement the process."

"So Mattie is as big as you are now?"

"A little bigger. I'm catching up. Hey Mattie! Uncle Danny and Gabi are here!"

"FUCK!" Danny is shocked to see another dieseled and hairless dark-skinned Latino saunter into the room.

"Mattie? Is that you?" The other man is wearing a green compression tee and jeans, smiles and strikes a side-chest bodybuilding pose.

Mattie embraces Charlie and the two soldiers stare in shock.

"I'm actually 'Inti Valderama' now, Uncle. We've got some coffee and munchies for you. We'll be right back."

Charlie and Inti excuse themselves and go into the kitchen. "I think that went well." 

"Better than I expected. A lot easier than with Hector!"  Charlie starts the espresso machine and in a short while, the two return with plates of food and carafes of coffee.

"Do you two mind if we get a little more comfortable? When we're home, we like to wear as little as possible..." The two dieseled Latinos strip down to their thongs. Charlie notices that his uncle and his lover are both sporting raging erections visible through their now-tight fatigues.

Inti continued. "After my graduation as a stable stud in Dani's sex club, I realized this is what I needed to become - just a dirt-trade and uneducated dark-skinned piece of meat that uses my holes to service any guy - preferably black or brown and well-built -  that wants it. I've got the slave ink on my shoulders as well to make sure everyone knows I'm just a fuckboy and someone's property now." He grins and switches to his gutter Spanglish. "I can't get enough pija down my throat or up my ass ... an' gettin' fisted is the best! Mi poseedor..." He cocks his head at Charlie. "... don' mind me keepin' my throat an' ass busy when he's on duty..." Then switches back to his lightly accented English.  "I'm completely hairless for good; this is my new permanent skintone and eye color now, too. My teeth and fingerprints have been changed by Zack as well and all my original molds have been destroyed. Official records show I'm a no-so-legal Guatemalan immigrant." He gives the two black-clad soldiers a huge bright grin. "I've never been happier!"

"We'll show you the video. Inti had this elaborate stainless steel chastity cage locked on him and got gang-raped and fisted by Tony and me, with Dani skullfucking him throughout the session."

Gabril looks shocked. "I told you we became hornier and more versatile... all of us can fist each other up to the shoulder, too!"

Danny is stunned at this revelation and breaks out in a sweat. "I'll be right back, guys." The Castle major leaves the room and Charlie gives a concerned look to the retreating figure. He turns to Gabril.

"Is Uncle Danny okay?"

"I have never seen him so discommoded before... I think your boasting was a bit much for him."

Inti chuckles. "TMI, amor..."

Gabril somber mien splits into a smirk at the two near-naked Latinos. "As we have yet to get past our forearms...."

The two Latinos now appear shocked at the Arab's revelation. 

Danny returns to the group and turns to Inti. "What about your job at Kriatos?"

The massive Latino shrugs. "I work part-time as a security guard there now. Chara runs the company. I also work as a trainer at a gym to develop new recruits and fresh meat for Dani's slave operations."

Charlie continues. "After Mattie became 'Inti' for good, when I was headed to the precinct one day, I had a brainstorm. The same way I thought up the 'Exchange Program' to turn the guys into black felons, why not have a new 'Exchange Program' to turn white cops into Latino cops that look like Inti? Jamie loved the idea and so did Cap. Tony and me are 'Tito Mendez' and 'Chuy Calderon' for six months to see how it works out. We're hoping that Cap will let us stay this way permanently." He paused. "I'd switch between being a dark-skinned Latino cop and a black felon - I'd never be a white guy again. And looking like this all the time when I'm not a black felon? It's like hitting the lottery!" 

Danny strokes Inti's massive shoulders. "What happened to your other ink?"

"I got That permanently covered up as well. Amor, would you get the phase-changer for me?"

Chuy leaves the living room and returns with an item that looks like a cross between a metal detector and a short lightsaber. Inti switches on the tool and a bright blue light emanates from the wand. He strokes the glowing blade over one gigantic deltoid and then the other. Danny and Gabi gasp as the QR codes fade and are replaced with the alpha-omega and lion that were Mattie's original tattoos. Inti changes the mode on the wand and the blade turns a bright crimson. A second application returns the QR codes to his well-developed shoulders. 

"I normally keep the QR codes visible, but I can switch back to my original ink if I need to. There are  some times I still need to pretend to be 'Mateo Castillon', though those occasions are getting fewer and fewer." 

"How are you explaining these changes to everyone else?"

Chuy and Inti laugh and chuckle. "I was already massive at the time. So I told everyone I caught some strange tropical infection when I was in the Caribbean. The medicine had gotten adulterated and turned me dark. 'An extreme case of hypermelanosis.' There's apparently no way to reverse that change. I also caught an infection of sand lice and had to shave off all of my hair. After getting accustomed to looking like this, I decided to stay smooth and adjust to the newer, darker and balder version of me."

"And Tony and I felt so bad for Mattie that we went down to Jamaica and had the doc give us the same medicine, hoping it would do the same thing to us. It did. We also decided to stay hairless as long as Mattie did to make him feel better about himself and his new appearance." 

"That's the story we gave out at Kriatos and to Damien and Hector." 

Charlie speaks. "My original ink is currently covered up. But if Cap lets Tony and me stay this way, I'll get the same treatment as Inti - phase-changed alpha/omega and lion ink and then a set of tattoos more appropriate to a Guatemalan cop that can alternate using that tool." 

Danny lets out a breath. "Damn... this is a lot to take in all at once. But you two are happy? No issues? Health or otherwise?"

"None whatsoever. I thought we could go out for dinner. Sounds good?"

"That would indeed be quite pleasant! I am so glad for the both of you!" Both soldiers continue to look slightly dazed at the revelations received, and the Conversion of the two young men they knew so well into dark-skinned and hairless rough-trade Hispanics. 

The conversations carry on well into the afternoon with the two dieseled Hispanics regaling the soldiers the many escapades as their 'new and improved' selves, the operations at the Greasetank and the constant cadre of Converted black felons at the Four-One with the various undercover operations performed, as well as felonies committed by the former white men. Chuy and Inti again pull on their clothes and get ready to leave the apartment for dinner with their guests as the soldiers wash up.

Inti grins. "Maybe after dinner, they'd like to take turns pounding a pair of jacked-up Latinos? What do you think?"

Chuy winks. "I'll call Tito - we'll make it a threesome! How could they say 'no'?" 

* * *

Jeez ... I wished I looked like this... 

Well, readers, I said the next installment would be coming soon, and I always keep my promises. 

I originally had two versions of this story - the one that you see here, with Charlie already Converted to Chuy and another where only Inti has become a low-class Latino and Charlie is still the black-haired, blue-eyed cop (this version would take place before the story of "The Darkening"). 

I may do that one later on, or perhaps give you some of the images created for that version!

I still have Damien's meeting with his 'new and improved' dirt-trade Latino nephews to write as well! 

You may wonder, "How did he write this so fast?" Well, no AI assistance. I'll tell you a secret - I have a good number of unpublished plot outlines and when one of them strikes the right chord with me, I start building it out. 

For this story (and Hector's), most of the details were already developed, so it was more an issue of adding the right tenses to the dialog and sequencing the events the right way (sometimes that takes a few tries before I'm satisfied), and just some overall wordsmithing. 

Thanks to the AI image tools now, I also have a good portfolio of pictures to go with the plot outlines instead of searching the internet for something somewhat appropriate.

Many Worlds #1 - The Big Reveal - Hector

"You know, sweetheart, we're going to have to tell Damien sooner or later. You can't keep putting off seeing him or going to Greece. We also don't know if anyone at Kriatos - Chara excluded - will spill the beans about your "illness."

Chuy and I were sitting in the living room of our duplex. As usual, we were both wearing nothing except our thongs as far as clothing went. I winced in discomfort as the gigantic screw dildo within me shifted deep within my guts.

"You're right, amor ... I've been putting it off because I really don't know how to approach him. Do I keep up the pretense of the reaction to a tropical disease treatment, or do I tell him I decided to become a dark-skinned low-class Latino fuckboy whose goal in life is getting as much cock up his ass or down his throat from as many men as humanly possible?"

Chuy made a face. "After I went on assignment as a black felon and Dani - the guy I asked to watch over you - turned you into the sex slave you are now. Don't forget that. Your uncle would probably have me drawn and quartered and have the pieces thrown off a cliff for doing this to you."

I sighed. "You didn't know what was going to happen. I didn't know what was going to happen - or realize how much I enjoyed it. I don't regret any of my decisions - not for a moment. And they were MY decisions, not yours, amor. I could have gone back to Kriatos - just the  hypermuscular version - but I couldn't. Being with Dani and Baz opened my eyes to what I truly had to become - just a jacked-up piece of meat to service other men. Just a dirt-trade, low-class, dark-skinned fuckboy."

"I think we need to get Hector involved - he can provide the medical coverage we need for Damien. At least Ori has accepted your decision and has stuck with your Caribbean excuse - even if he doesn't like it."

As usual, my husband (and owner) was right. At least for Uncle Damien, we needed to keep my true reasons for becoming the puto I was now from him.

"I'll call Hector and see when he can get away for a day or so without Uncle missing him."

* * *

My cousin Hector may appear to be the classic Greek playboy, but he's a doctor (and an outstandingly good one at that), with an amazing degree of intelligence, insight and intution. So when I asked him to come to New York, he was immediately suspicious as to why I couldn't come to Greece. And why I hadn't seen any of the family in almost two years. I finally had to say, 'Because I need to talk to you about something and I don't want Uncle to know anything about it.' 

That convinced him. He said he'd call me back when he could get away without his father knowing.

* * *

In a few days, my cousin called back and told me he'd arranged a few days the following week "at a conference" and to expect him by next Wednesday. Ori would pick him up and he would be in the city by noon.

I let out a deep breath as I hung up the phone as Chuy embraced me. "I hope we're doing the right thing, amor."

"We don't really have a choice, do we?" 

My owner pulled me into his arms and kissed me. "I guess not."

* * *

Wednesday came sooner than I expected. I received a call from the front desk that Hector had arrived and I told the concierge to send him up. Chuy opened the door to the apartment and waited for the elevator. He was leaning against the doorframe in a tight, light blue Underarmour compression tee and an electric blue thong, with a big white smile on his dark face and his massive arms crossed over his herculean chest.

The elevator doors opened and Hector stepped into the hallway. He was wearing a snug tank shirt over a pair of jeans and a pair of white leather sneakers completed the outfit. Hector is about two years younger than me (although he looks even younger), with wavy black hair, expressive black eyebrows and some light stubble on his face.

"Γεια σου κούκλε! Καιρό έχουμε να τα πούμε!" ("Hey stud, long time no see!", ed.) 

He turned with a grin on his face that immediately turned to disbelief. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Chuy standing in the doorway, his mouth hanging open in shock.

"Heck, it's me. It's Charlie." 

"But, but ..."

My owner grinned. "I know. I know. I don't quite look the way I used to. C'mon in. It's a long story." 

Hector's shock doubled when he saw another heavily-muscled, bald Latino standing nearly naked in the living room with a big smile on his face as well. "Hey cousin - like the 'new and improved' me?" I gave him a big embrace and I brought him over to the sofa. 

"Sit, Εκτούλης (affectionate diminutive of 'Hector', ed.) - looks like you need it."

I joined him and poured him a glass of juice. Chuy peeled off his shirt and sat down as well.

He continued to ogle us. "I hear your voices and see that your smiles and mannerisms are the same, but you're not YOU any more ... what's going on? What happened?"

Chuy spoke up. "Heck, you know I've been getting bigger physically for a while. Last time we were in Mykonos everyone was commenting on it ... but part of my undercover police work involves taking some ... substances ... to enhance my physique. With that substance and heavy gym work, this is what happens - and the muscular changes are permanent." 

"Steroids?"

"Not exactly, but there are similarities. The substance actually makes you healthier as well as more physically developed. It also seems to fix your biological clock somewhere in the late twenties - although we haven't exactly proved that yet. There's also something that amps your libido and makes you much more sexually versatile." He paused.  "I've taken both."

"There's also a process where my physical appearance completely changes without surgery. It's  permanent, but reversible. Even my teeth and fingerprints change too. I've been a jacked up black felon for months at a time as well. Right now, my name is 'Chuy Calderon', a Guatemalan cop. I get put into something that looks like a huge die-cast machine. There are molds for my new features and they get imprinted onto me. There's also a dye that covers my tats and changes my skintone and eye color. This time, the changes are slight, but with my lips, nose, eyebrow ridge and head shape all altered, I look like a completely different person."

Hector stared at him. "I see what you mean. I can sort of see a bit of the old you, but it's quite hard to focus on that. If you hadn't told me this and I saw you on the street, I would think you were someone else altogether."

"Mattie asked if he could take the same substances and become as massive as I am. We needed to get clearance for that to happen..."

" - and I got it. And I did."

 Heck stroked Chuy's body and face. "$\text{Ουαˊου}$... " ("Damn..." ed.)

"But I also was working out with guys that got me thinking I should also look physically different too. Harder. Rougher. Darker. More ethnic. I went thru the same process as Chuy does for his police work and I absolutely loved the result. I got Changed first. It's been about 22 months being the 'new and improved' version of me. That's why we haven't been to Greece lately. It would be hard for me to explain how and why I look completely different now."

Hector turned to my owner. "What about you?"

"I got permission to look like a dirt-trade Latino for six months, but I'm hoping to get clearance to stay this way permanently."

"You mean you wouldn't look like your original black-haired, blue-eyed self ever again?"

Chuy shook his head and grinned. "Nope. I would stay looking this way from now on. Frankly, Heck, I love being this way as well. My partner was allowed to Change too. So there's three of us that are massively built, low-class, hairless Hispanics now."

My owner paused. "Once Mattie Changed into the guy you see now, he decided he wanted to stay a dieseled, bald, rough-trade Latino forever. So he got his original features and prints destroyed. The dye I mentioned also has a permanent version that can't be removed. He had that done too. The original Mattie is gone for good."

"And this is the replacement!" 

"Παναγία μου!" ("My all holy!", ed).

I continued in Greek. "My name is 'Inti Valderama' now - and I'm a Guatemalan too - just a not-so-legal one with a sixth-grade education." My cousin continued to stare at me - particularly at the detailed QR ink on my boulder-sized deltoids. "When I was getting jacked up, I also was forced into a lot of rough sex with quite of number of low-class felons and blue-collar guys as part of that process - I found that trolling for cock - being just a dirt-trade fuckboy - was the REAL me ... not running Kriatos. These tats..."  I flexed my QR codes. "...show I'm just a poústi (gay hustler, ed.) and a piece of property now to the people that know what these represent."

Hector began stroking my body. I chuckled. "I can tell you really like what you see, Heck..." 

I gently fondled my cousin's swollen crotch through the tight denim of his jeans as he massaged my own gigantic equipment through the thong. I laughed. "Everything got bigger, Heck. EVERYTHING." While Hector had been caressing me, Chuy began stroking the back of my cousin's neck and giving it a gentle kiss. 

"This is amazing. What about your hair?"

"Had all of it permanently removed. Charlie's - Chuy's - is basically asleep now. Nothing will grow until a counteragent wakes it up."

"Or when I get it permanently removed as well."

"Who - who knows about these ... substances and this process?"

"The guys at the Four-One, the guys that invented the substances, the guy that created the process and just a few more - we're talking the blackest of black ops type of stuff here."

I spoke up. "I can also swap my ink back. Look!" I took the phase change wand off a table and stroked my QR tats. In a few moments, they faded and my original alpha-omega and lion reappeared. I then changed the settings on the wand and re-stroked my delts. The QR tats once again detailed my shoulders.

Hector shook his head. "This is getting more fantastic by the minute..."

Chuy continued. "If I get permission - which I think I will - I'll go for the permanent Change as well, and the guy that does that will give me phase-change tats, too. My original alpha-omega and lion - like Inti - and a set that's more in line with being a Guatemalan cop."

"Do you ever slip up - I mean, talking like an American when you look like this?"

My husband and owner shook his head. "I've got some very strong hypnotic conditioning that only allows me to speak like who I used to be to a very small group of people. Otherwise, I have a heavy Spanish accent and speak Spanglish most of the time."

Hector looked at me. "I just speak Spanglish most of the time now. That makes it easier for me."

"Which really brings us to why we asked you here. Inti made the excuse that while he was on a trip to the Caribbean on Kriatos business, he caught some bacterial/fungal hybrid infection and a bad batch of the medicine caused his skin color to change - "hypermelanosis" - it hasn't changed back, and we don't know if it will. Ever. He also got an infestation of sand lice, which made him shave all his hair off. It supposedly took him several weeks to come to terms with his new look, but he's okay with it now. Of course, I allegedly felt so bad for him that my partner and I went down to the Caribbean as well and had the doc give us the same medication from the same batch. Did the same for both of us. We shaved off all our hair too so Mattie wouldn't feel so isolated."

"Ori figured out that I was lying, but he's agreed to keep this story alive. He's not privy to the information we just shared with you, and we'd appreciate it if it stays that way." 

"Well, he's said nothing to me at all! What about Chara?"

"We've told her everything - minus the gory details - she was actually fine with it. We're just concerned Damien is going to go ballistic if he isn't eased into this situation. Can you help us out?" 

"What can I do?" 

"Would you break the information to Uncle about my 'condition' - and why we've stayed away for so long? 'They're both very self-conscious about what happened.' We figured we'd tell you first. Which isn't exactly a lie - just not the whole truth."

He nodded. "I think so. He's going to want to see the both of you, though."

I looked at Chuy. He nodded. "We can take some time off and visit. I hope we don't get a chilly reception."

Hector smiled. "Oh, I don't think so. I'll play up the pity card. You both were handsome as hell to begin with, but like this? My God, I can't stop thinking of getting pounded by both of you... I can't imagine anyone else won't have the same reaction."

My owner and I grinned at each other. "I'm sure we can arrange something..." Almost in unison, we pulled down out thongs to reveal our swollen equipment surrounded by a trio of metal cockrings. The look of shock and unbridled lust on Hector's face was priceless. 

 

"You know where the guest bedroom is. Strip off those clothes and we'll be right in."

* * *

 (A day later)

Damien Kriatos was working at his desk, checking the various pieces of industry that made up the his vast international empire. A knock sounded on the door, and Hector Kriatos - his son - entered the room.

"Papa?"

"Hector, why are you limping so badly?" The elder Kriatos noticed right away that his son was injured.

His son waved it off and winced as he sat down. "I tripped and fell down a couple of stairs at the conference. Nothing some rest and soaking in the ocean won't fix."

He paused. "But I wanted to talk to you about Mateo and Charlie. I found out why they've been so distant lately."

A look of panic crossed the older man's face. "What's wrong? Are they ill? Did they get hurt?"

Hector paused. "They're fine now. But something DID happen and there have been some ... changes..."

* * *

Well, friends - the "Part II" of "Light, Camera, Action" is going to take a bit longer to write. I was having some problems sequencing just what I want to showcase, and the best way of getting around that type of block is just switching mental gears and do something else whilst my subconscious figures it out.

So I took up the scenario where Inti and Chuy need to "explain" their physical changes to Mateo's side of the family. This will also have a "Part II" - where Damien meets the dirt-trade Latinos that used to be his nephew and his husband - but that will occur soon - I promise!

I also have a plot outline for doing the same for Charlie's relatives - Danny and his lover Gabril - that will also be coming along as well!

As always, a big THANK YOU to all of you for continuing to be readers!