“Jesus...” muttered Zoe in her sexy Mexican accent, her sultry tone dripping off of every word as she lifted her pencil skirt and checked her fat ass in the mirror’s reflection. “Look at my thick butt! I’m can’t believe it... I’m a sexy fucking Latina!” Giving it playful spank, she watched in fascination as her fat booty jiggled, barely contained in her pantyhose and tight panties. “I thought they were just joking...”

Earlier that day Zach had been a typical college sophomore whose life revolved around study, his boring job at a fast-food restaurant, and trying to pick up chicks at bars. It had been months since his last sexual hookup, so when the year started he began to think of more creative ways of surrounding himself with hot single women: and when during his first week back on campus he saw the clubs all advertising membership, he knew it was his chance to strike. He assumed that Latina women would be hot, dumb and easy to seduce, so when he noticed that the Hispanic and Latina Women’s Club was looking for new members he decided to test the waters.  Walking up to the booth, he experienced barely any resistance as he signed up for the club and waited for the first meeting, although the booth attendants were very insistent that he would need to be a woman...

Showing up to their first gathering the next week, Zach was directed to a small out-of-the-way clubhouse in the outer city and found inside a group of a couple dozen young, highly-attractive and tattooed Latina women in skimpy clothing chatting amongst each other. Confidently striding into the group, he heard a few of them whispering before he was approached by a short young woman with huge hips and a clipboard who he presumed was some sort of club leader. “You’re Zachary, right?” she asked in her heavy Latin inflection, tapping on her clipboard with her pen. Seeing him nod, she furrowed her brow. “You think it’s funny to sign up for our private society? You’re not the first guy to think it was an easy way to ‘pick up chicks’...“ as she spoke the women in the room began to gather around him, blocking off his escape. Zach began to panic as the leader’s eyes began to glow, a strange ring of light emerging from the floor and surrounding her prey. “Didn't we tell you this club was Women Only!?”

Within seconds Zach felt a piercing pain in his chest as his entire body began to burn, his hair erupting from his head to become long and luscious to cover his eyes as his lashes and brows thickened. His skin began to turn caramel as every nerve began to shrink, flex and press into a shorter, thinner, curvier female body. Inch after inch faded from his height as his lips became plumper and his hands and feet shrank and became more delicate, his clothes shifting from a handsome shirt and jeans into a revealing pink cardigan with a deep cleavage window and a revealing black skirt above long white pantyhose.  “W-what’s happening?” he spat out, his voice raising a pitch mid-sentence as it became undeniably feminine like that of a proud young Latina, his nails becoming bright pink and tattoos forming on his skin as his body underwent years of vain personalization in seconds. And last but certainly not least his chest, hips and ass began to swell as his muscles finally melted off his body, gaining thick, round mass as they expanded into a curvy, sexy silhouette. Each breast looked almost fake with their hard, dark nipples capping a pair of perky DD-cup tetas, struggling to squeeze into her too-tight shirt. Meanwhile further down her waist was pinching in as her ass grew outwards in all directions, forming a pair of impressive child-bearing hips as her booty became the envy of every girl in the building, sticking out like a Kardashian on her thick thighs practically begging to be spanked. “What did you do to me?” he asked, still in shock.

The leader girl snickered. “I simply turned you into whatever your sexist, racist Latina dream girl was. Looks like you’ll be the curviest chica in the club now! Hopefully this will teach you to be more respectful, because you’re stuck this way for good!” In tears Zach (now Zoe) rushed towards the bathroom to gather his composure, instinctively moving towards the women’s room as he hyperventilated and tried to gather her bearings, looking over her changed form. “Oh my god... I can’t believe it... I’m hot!”