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... "
* * *
"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."
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.
"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."
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?"
"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.
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