#twinkification

Constantly annoyed by his androgyny, David stumbles onto a spam ad that leads to his first facial hair and unknowingly condemns his latest overly masc ex to the twinkdom he's leaving behind.

Pretty standard role swap/masc theft! Twinky bottom to hairy top though much of the opposite changes happen off screen. At any rate, hope you enjoy this tale of Twink Theft! -Occam

And so began the same argument that has led to the end of each and every one of David’s previous relationships. Sure, he knows he’s beautiful. Angelic many of his one night stands and observers from afar frequently point out. He’s a model by default and his face card is perfect bait for men to just fall at his feet.

David frequently finds himself with men almost stereotypically masculine, alpha bros and DL hoes are always drawn to his androgyny. But rarely do they ever consider anything but his looks. When the cherubic man can no longer hold back his ire at being considered just a pretty face they fight and then abandon him for some other waifish twink. Leaving him feeling like nothing more than a soft-skinned doll for them to play with and abandon.

Curled up in the passenger seat of his current horndog fling’s car, David looks from underneath his tangle of perfectly coiffed curls as Mattias just stares down the open road. Glancing at the hairy jungles covering the man’s torso and pits, David yearns to feel the scratch of hair against his body. The closest thing he can ever experience to growing it himself.

For half a moment the model believes that perhaps Mattias is reflecting, thinking about their argument. Considering David’s point of view at all. When a hand drifts to adjust a bulge clearly visible in his pants it’s clear there’s only one thing on his mind. And David is certainly not going to let that happen tonight. 

He spots her across the living room before anyone else really registers she’s arrived. New face, effortless confidence—his kind of challenge. He takes a second, smooths his shirt, then crosses the room like he already knows how this ends.

“Hey,” he says, easy smile, leaning just enough to feel close without crowding. “You look like you’re deciding whether this party’s worth staying at.”

She glances at him, amused but unreadable.

“I was,” she says. “Still am.”

He chuckles, unfazed. “Give me five minutes. I’ll make it worth it.”

She tilts her head. “You always open like that?”

“Only when I’m right.”

“Confident.”

“Usually rewarded for it.”

“Usually,” she echoes.

He grins, holding eye contact. “Stick around. You’ll see.”

She doesn’t answer. Just watches him, an amused smirk forming on her face. Jake returns the smirk- god she was hot. He couldn't wait to make her...

“Not my type.”

That actually lands. Jake blinks, thrown off, but only for a second. His smile returns quick, “Alright, maybe I started off wrong. Name’s Jake.”

“Lena.”

“So what is your type?”

Her eyes travel over him, slower this time. “Bulky guys aren’t really my thing.”

Jake scoffs, rolling his shoulders. “How can you not be into muscles?”

He flexes his arm, showing off muscle that no woman could resist. Only the peak isn’t as full, the sleeve of his shirt hanging just a bit looser than it did a minute ago. He catches it, but maintains the smile. Figures the lighting is off.

She looks at him, unimpressed, “I said what I said.”

He smirks, leaning closer. “I’m more than just muscle, you know.”

“Mhmm... Doubt that.”

"Yeah?” he smirks, "Give me a chance and I'll prove you wrong." He readjusts his shirt, barely registering how it no longer clings tightly to his chest.

“I'm good." She shrugs, "All that body hair isn't winning you any prizes with me."

Jake huffs a laugh. “What? C’mon! That’s what makes me a real man.”

“Is it?”

“Yeah,” he says, glancing down as he casually drags his thumb along his forearm- then pauses.

The dark hair there looks… lighter. Thinner. He rubs again against increasingly smoother skin.

“That's... that doesn't make sense.” he mutters, forcing a grin, though his fingers linger.

His other hand comes up, brushing his jaw. He paused. His usual rough stubble is... gone. Like he just shaved. His confidence flickers and he feels a cold shiver run through him as his chest prickles under his shirt.

Jake straightens abruptly. “Woah that's not...” Lena is smiling, a predatory look in her eye, "I... wait here, I'll be right back" He chuckles, nervously- mind racing. He needed a mirror. Just to check. To confirm.

He takes a half step back. Lena leans in just slightly, smiling.

“No, stay,” Her voice lifts. “I’m enjoying our little conversation.” She runs a hand along his smooth jaw, "Please." Jake feels his heart flutter, "Just relax, tough guy."

Jake grunts as the tension drains out of him. He should be on edge. He was on edge. But he feels his posture soften, weight shifting onto one leg, hips angling slightly without permission. His stance opens up. Less guarded, more… inviting.

“Wh-what?”

His lower back arches subtly as he shifts. His stance now blatantly emphasizing his ass. Jake stiffens at that, registering just how exactly he looked standing there.

“No way...” he mutters, trying and failing to address his stance, "I look so..."

He tries to square himself again. To stand with the same commanding presence he usually did. But the adjustment slips, settling back into that same relaxed pose. His ass jutting out, begging for attention.

“You did ask me what my type was." Jake's eyes widen as he realizes he's standing at eye level with Lena now, "But it's so much more than the physical. I like guys who know how to be vulnerable."

Jake swallows, “I mean... yeah, I can be vulnerable,” he says, but it comes out softer, less certain. His shoulders pull in as he talks, frame narrowing further, “It’s just, like... I don’t usually say this stuff out loud, I just kinda… push it down, you know? Be a man about it...” He freezes, “Why am I saying this?” His voice jumps... higher. Whinier.

Lena smiles, "It's okay to open up, Jake."

Jake’s hand flies to his throat. “Okay, no... like why does my voice sound like this? This's not... like, not my voice.” It spikes again, edging toward a whine.

"Jake?" He recognizes that voice, "Dude, what the fuck?"

“Brett!” Jake blurts, cringing at the pitch of his voice, but relief floods in anyway. “Oh my god... thank god you noticed! Something’s like… totally wrong!”

Brett steps in close, brow furrowed. “What happened to you, man?”

“I don’t know!” Jake says quickly, voice light and uneven. “She just, like... started saying stuff and now I’m...”

A sharp snap. Brett goes still. His expression melts, eyes half-lidded, mouth slack. Drool dripping from the corner of his mouth.

Jake stares, “What? Brett?”

He grabs Brett’s arm instinctively and pauses. His fingers press into Brett’s bicep, lingering a second too long. There’s a flicker of something... appreciation?

Jake jerks his hand back and spins towards Lena, “Like, what did you do to him?!”

Lena barely glances at Brett. “Don’t worry about him,” she says smoothly. “Focus on something more fun. Like gossip… or cute guys.”

Jake tries to hold onto his panic, but her voice threads through it, steady and impossible to ignore. His thoughts begin to blur at the edges, like something is quietly wiping them clean, and before he can latch onto what he’s losing, new ones slip in—lighter, easier, strangely compelling. He finds himself wondering who’s attractive, who gets attention, who deserves it.

Behind him, Lena leans toward Brett, whispering into his ear. Jake turns without meaning to... and this time, he really looks. The line of Brett’s arms, the way his shirt fits across his chest, the way his slacked jaw and dim eyes look.

“Oh wow.” Jake’s breath slows and he licks his lips.

He'd seen Brett in the locker room after games. Knew what he was packing. He never thought much about that. But now? God... he wanted it now. He wanted Brett.

“Now you’re more my type,” Lena looks over Jake carefully, satisfied. “But I doubt I’m yours.”

Jake blinks, still looking at Brett, something warm and fluttery settling in his chest. He lets out a soft, airy laugh, barely even thinking about it.

“Yeah, I mean… like… no offense, but… yeah.” He winces slightly at how natural that felt.

Lena smiles. “So tell me... what is your type?”

Jake doesn’t hesitate this time. He glances back at Brett, eyes lingering, a small, giddy smile slipping through. “I mean… Brett,” he says, almost giggling. “Obviously.”

"He's kinda cute."

“Kinda? Bitch, he's hot." Jake can't believe the words leaving his mouth, but they don't stop, "So like... we're..."

"Besties." Lena grins, "I needed a new gay bestie anyway." She looks over at Brett and snaps her fingers, "And what are besties for?"

Brett's face contorts and settles. The dull look in his eyes shifting as he looks over Jake. Replaced by something hungrier. Jake watches as Brett steps closer, slow, deliberate. His eyes stay locked on Jake.

“Hey,” he says quietly, voice lower than Jake remembers. “You look… different.”

Jake giggles, “Different good, right?”

Brett’s hand comes up, hesitating just a second before brushing along Jake’s waist. “Yeah,” he murmurs. “Really good.”

Jake inhales sharply, but he doesn’t pull away. If anything, he leans, eyes flicking up through his lashes.

“Wow, okay…” he says, half-giggling. “You’re, like, being really forward right now.”

Brett smirks faintly, closing the space between them. “You don’t seem to mind.”

Jake bites his lip, heat rushing to his face. “I mean… I don't.”

“My room’s just upstairs,” Brett murmurs, leaning in slightly. “You wanna check it out?”

Jake lets out a soft, breathy laugh, glancing back at Lena for half a second before looking up at Brett again. “I mean… yeah,” he says, voice light and a little giddy, fingers brushing Brett’s arm. “Lead the way.”

Lena watches for a beat, satisfied, “Have fun, you two!”

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Jake moans loudly as Brett slams into him from behind. He arches his back, pushing his fat ass further along Brett's length. His own cock, smaller than he remembered it being, throbbing uselessly. But he doesn't care. Not when he can feel Brett balls deep inside him.

"Fuck yes," Jake gasps out, hands fisting in the sheets beneath him. "Harder, Brett. Fuck me harder." Brett grunts, gripping Jake's hips as he picks up the pace, "Oh fuck!"

Jake couldn't help but cry out in ecstasy each time Brett bottomed out. The same kinda sounds he imagined Lena making if the night had gone differently. But now? His world was narrowing, focused only on the feeling of the dick pounding into his thicc, juicy ass. Because for Jake, nothing else mattered in this moment - not his pride, not his former identity. And it never would again.

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Il letto maledetto - The cursed bed

🇮🇹 La gigantesca casa abbandonata in fondo al paese era un vero e proprio labirinto di stanze e corridoi; nessuno era mai riuscito a esplorarla tutta. Gli abitanti del posto avevano imparato a girarci al largo, e quei pochi che osavano avvicinarsi tornavano raccontando le cose più assurde — sempre che tornassero.

Gli amici di Michael lo avevano sfidato a passarci la notte e lui, per spavalderia, aveva accettato. Dopo aver gironzolato per una ventina di minuti, si imbatté in una stanza decisamente diversa dalle altre: non c'era un filo di polvere né un oggetto fuori posto, e le lenzuola del letto profumavano persino di bucato. Senza pensarci troppo, Michael decise che quello era il posto perfetto per dormire, si spogliò e si sdraiò.

Ma quel letto era maledetto e proiettò nella sua mente un'allucinazione vividissima: un ragazzo dalla pelle chiara gli succhiando l'uccello, ed era incredibilmente piacevole. Mentre si godeva il momento, rapito dal piacere dell'orgasmo imminente, il corpo di Michael iniziò a cambiare.

Quella stanza era infatti legata a una delle tante leggende della casa: chiunque si sdraiasse su quel letto avrebbe sognato di fare sesso con l'ultimo occupante, per poi trasformarsi fisicamente in lui. Quando Michael raggiunse il culmine e riaprì gli occhi, tornò alla realtà, ma realizzò subito che i suoi amici non gli avrebbero mai creduto. Ormai aveva l'aspetto di un perfetto sconosciuto.

🇬🇧 The gigantic abandoned house at the edge of the village was a literal labyrinth of rooms and corridors; no one had ever managed to explore it entirely. The locals had learned to steer clear of it, and those few who dared to approach returned telling the most absurd stories — assuming they returned at all.

Michael's friends had dared him to spend the night there and he, out of bravado, had accepted. After wandering around for about twenty minutes, he stumbled upon a room that was decidedly different from the others: there wasn't a speck of dust nor an object out of place, and the bedsheets even smelled of fresh laundry. Without thinking twice, Michael decided that was the perfect place to sleep, stripped down, and layed.

But that bed was cursed and projected a vivid hallucination into his mind: a fair-skinned boy was sucking his cock, and it was incredibly pleasurable. As he enjoyed the moment, captivated by the pleasure of the impending orgasm, Michael's body began to change.

The summer sun beat down on the city park's workout station, reflecting off the glistening, salt-stained skin of Hunter and Trent. They had just crushed their final set, their lungs burning with a satisfying ache. These were men built of granite and grit—Hunter, with his dark, aggressive buzzcut, and Trent, whose polished, hairless scalp shone under the midday heat. Their rib-knit tank tops groaned against the sheer mass of their pectoral muscles, every fiber of their bodies speaking of years spent chasing "gains and gals."

Hunter reached into his gym bag and pulled out two chocolate bars. The packaging was suspiciously familiar, mimicking a Twix but labeled in bold, playful lettering: Twink.

"Got these from some kid handing them out at the park entrance," Hunter grunted, tossing one to Trent.

"Twink? They couldn’t think of better name for rebranding?" Trent chuckled, his voice a deep, gravelly baritone. He tore the wrapper open with his teeth. Without a second thought, they both bit in. The chocolate was unnaturally sweet, melting over their tongues like a velvet promise.

Suddenly, the heavy air around them seemed to shimmer.

He should’ve known better than to break up with Owen like that.

Owen had worshipped him—Tyler, the hot, cocky gym rat with the beard, the thick chest, the sweaty pits, and the aggressive fuck-you energy that turned heads. Tyler thought he could just dump Owen, call him “clingy,” and move on.

But Owen had whispered something strange that night as he left. Something Tyler barely remembered. Something like:

“Every time you hook up, you’ll lose a little more of what makes you… you.”

Tyler didn’t think much of it. Until hookup number one.

“I get it Joshy. You earned this sweat after training me so hard. Now cover up, you look like a whore.” Mike said condescendingly, throwing a noticeably smaller towel in Joshy’s direction. Mike grabbed what appeared to be a letter from his shorts as well. He tucked it into his towel as he led the way to the sauna.

Joshy quickly covered up his manhood, flipping his cock upward and tightly wrapping his towel around his midsection. Once his cock was put away Joshy realized just how small his towel was. His thick bubble butt stuck out obscenely, barely covered by the thin fabric.

“Don’t you think this towel is a little fruity?" Joshy asked.

“Fruity? What a funny word. Joshy. Tell me honestly. What did you think of me before this afternoon?” Mike asked.

“I thought you were a fag. At first I didn’t want to train you. I couldn’t stand fags, especially the girly ones, but you actually helped me realize all fags aren’t bad.” Joshy spoke.

“I thought it was something like that. Joshy, listen up. You changed me for the better. Now I’m going to return the favor. You love ‘fruity’ things. All things ‘fruity’ in fact.” Mike said with directness. Joshy instantly knew that to be true. Man did his client know him! “You especially love acting femme. You now talk with a lisp and mostly utilize your higher register. ” With that Joshy’s gait began to change as they walked towards the sauna doors, becoming wider, more languid, showing off his ass as he followed behind Mike’s gym pumped form. His lips pursed. He widened his eyes, making them appear more doe like.

Mike held open the large glass door to the sauna. Plumes of thick white steam poured forth.

“Thank you, thir.” Joshy lisped, his voice pitching higher. Mike smiled at that, feeling ever more the man.

The spa was exceptional. Atlas Gym sparing no expense on amenities. The walls were covered in aspen, several nooks and benches formed artfully designed areas for members to lounge and talk out plans. However, Mike had different ideas for these spaces. He led Joshy to a particularly secluded section of benches walled off by intricate wicker walls designed to look like birds nests, with woven private rooms and various levels of benches it was perfect for what Mike had in mind. Mike stopped here, removing his towel and letting his long cock splay out over his legs. Joshy opted to keep his towel on, sitting daintly down on the bench and crossing his legs.

“Joshy, you were just telling me how fruity you are.” Mike said smirking, loving how the man before him became completely changed in demeanor.

“Oh right.” Joshy chirped. “it’th tho weird, like, everyone thinkth I’m gay, but I’m as thstraight ath they come, girl!” Joshy giggled.

“Joshy…enough fooling. You’re gayer than a three dollar bill. You’re a walking, talking faggot, unable to concentrate when a real man’s package is visible. You’d do most anything to suck and get fucked by a big dick. Total size queen, you. Why do you think you love the smell of my sweat so much? You’re a fag slut Joshy, just accept it.” Mike snarled. His cock slowly rising like a flag pole as he uttered his latest command at Joshy.

“But I…no…the woman out front? I—I told you how I wanted to bang-“ Joshy sputtered, holding for dear life to his hetero-sexuality.

“Mikey you told me you loved her outfit. How you want to get more into cardio, because you’ve gotten too big.”

“I—You— you’re doing something to me. I gotta get out of here!” Joshy jumped up, his small towel falling to the floor as he swished and ran with his wrists bent. Mike lept up too, moving like lightning, his long legs carryong him faster to the door. Joshy collided straight into the tall jock’s hairy, sweaty chest. The man’s deep musk invading his nostrils.

The wheels began turning in Joshy’s mind as the stench began permeating through his senses. He gasped, realizing it was the smell rewriting his mind. Mike’s funk was controlling him. He covered his nose, breathing through his mouth. He tried with all his might to rub the sweat from his face. Mike only chuckled deeply as he lazily grabbed the back of Joshy’s head and shoved it into his other pit.

“So you figured it out, huh?” Mike said through a smile. “I have you to thank for it, Joshy. It wasn’t until we started training together that I realized the power of my musk. My whole life I never hit the gym, always too afraid to take the plunge. But when I began training with you—something changed, I started producing, what I can only think to call, pheromones…they don’t work on women, but for whatever reason men go crazy around my musk. They fall right in line. Right under my control.” Mikey smirked at the struggling hunk before him.

"I couldn’t believe it at first. I jokingly made commands to friends at work and they’d oddly fulfill them. Small things at first, buying me lunch on their dime and then bigger things like my asshole boss’ need to suck me off under my desk every day after giving me a 15% raise.”

Joshy continued breathing through his mouth, until Mike’s large hand covered it. The smaller, thick body builder held out as long as he could, his face turning red until…He gasped, he sputtered, he lost. Joshy’s hand pulled away from his nose for a deep breath. Mike’s pungent odor filled his nostrils with a burning funk.

“There, there Joshy. Just breath. Breathe deep, slut. Breathe deeper than you ever have before.” Joshy moaned and huffed and huffed and moaned into Mike’s armpit, tears streaming down his face as he succumbed to Mike’s pheromones.

“Mike this is wrong. You can’t just change people.” Joshy pleaded through his huffs and licks. “People have lives!”

“I know-I promise I know. But that’s why I need you. Once I transform you I’m going to use my musk on myself. I don’t want to become the power hungry twats I hated. I just need one guy to ground me and that has to be you. You’re the only one who can reshape me, Joshy. Please.

Joshy looked upon his client’s handsome, pained face. Seeing honesty in his eyes he nodded. He succumbed to Mike’s words.

“Now slut. Accept everything I just told you. Tell me what you are.” Joshy took in one final huff, filling his lungs with the potent mix.

"I’m totally a fag thslut for real men’th dick.” Joshy moaned in between huffing Mike’s sweaty pits. “I’m, like, totally obsethed with your thmelly pitsth, Mike. Fuck Daddy, can I thuck you off?” Joshy lisped, going weak at the knees as he pawed at Mike’s fat cock.

“In a minute Joshy. First tell me honestly about the blonde woman on the elyptical from earlier.”

“She ith like totally fierce!” Joshy responded in between huffs. “I’m jealous because I need to get on her cardio game. I’m, like, waaay too big right now.” Joshy sighed.

“Never fret Joshy. Let’s go back to our room and I can tell you some more fun things. We can even strategize next steps for your fitness game and then I need you to read this to me as I huff my own stink. It will ensure I never use this power on anyone ever again, unless it is deemed valid by you.” Mike said assuredly.

God he was so perfect, Joshy thought and nodded like bobble head as Mike led them back to their nested room. His large hand held Joshy’s smaller one. Joshy knew he was stronger than Mike, but he felt so small around the man.

Mike laid Joshy down on a tall wooden bench, designed as a massage table. Mike placed his now swishy trainer’s thick neck and head into a cushioned pillow for support. His face open to the floor below. Massage oil was conveniently located at the bench’s side.

Mike marvelled at the man before him. Just an hour ago Josh drilled Mike like a machine, relentlessly commanding his body through rigourous sets. Now Mike would return the favor to his sweet Joshy.

"Joshy I want you to completely relax for me. Accept what I say easily.” Mike languidly spelled out. The large bodybuilder sighed out contentedly, his eyes closing, his breathing deepening as he took more of Mike’s musk into his lungs. Mike coated his hands with oil and began to rub the pronated man before him, their sweat acting to further lubricate his strong motions.

“Joshy you are my boyfriend. I am the only man for you. You are my little fag slut, bottom of a trainer. Your cock never gets hard and the pleasure you receive centers from this fat ass.” Mike laid out plainly. beginning to work open Joshy’s soon to be loose hole.

“Oh fuck daddy.” Joshy moaned. “You feel thooo good.” Mike smirked down at the writhing man on his two fingers. He began pistoning in and out of his new boyfriend’s pussy, that girly lisp music to his ears.

"Over the next few months, Joshy, you will completely reshape your fitness program. I like twinks with fat asses and flaccid cocks. Your sole effort will be to shed this bulky muscle, except that of your legs and ass; There I need you to redouble your efforts. Grow big Joshy. Grow a fat, muscle ass for daddy with huge thighs and calves to match. A fat ass with a hyper sensitive pussy.” Mike said, his fingering increasing in speed, a third thick finger added to play Joshy’s boy button.

“Fuck. Feelth thoo good! Yeth daddy, fuck—but wait. My manager. The team. I’m thupothed to be sthrong.” Joshy moaned out as his pussy continued to open.

“I’ll take care of them…In fact I think it is time for you to move on from this company altogether. With you by my side we can start our own gym” Mike said thoughtfully. Without so much as a word, Mike pulled out his fingers from Joshy’s aching twat and continued to roughly massage his new boyfriend’s body. “I’m going to worship these big muscles for the last time they’ll ever be at this size. After today your diet and fitness goals change Joshy.”

Mike poured over Joshy’s thick thighs, kneading into his muscular ass with relentless precision. His strong hands found there way up his posterior chain and into his large, hairless mid back. Mike worshiped the man’s gorgeous shoulders, and crawled his hands down each thunderous arm. For Joshy’s part all he could do was moan femininely as his boyfriend worked his body over.

Joshy’s eyes were closed during most of the massage, but they flew open at the feeling of something wet and spongey at his lips. There under the open massage head rest stood at attention the most beautiful cock he had ever laid eyes on. Joshy moaned as he accepted it into his faggy, slut mouth. The cock quickly became too much for the new gay man. He choked and sputtered, his face glossed with tears and spit. Just when it felt it was too much Mike spoke.

“Joshy, relax. Fag slut’s like you don’t have a gag reflux.” Instantly Joshy accepted the thick cock down his throat. His sputters replaced with girly moans. Mike continued his assault on his boyfriend’s throat even as he reached his hands back to his muscular bubble butt. Joshy began to moan uncontrollably, his body overcome with a sense of fullness as his throat was filled with cock and Mike re-inserted his three fingers into his wet hole. Mike began to piston his cock in and out of his new boyfriend’s throat all while playing his boy button with expert precision. In that moment Joshy’s ass convulsed around Mike’s three fingers. He saw stars as his soft deflated cock began to uselessly puddle cum from his large balls. At the sight of his man’s orgasm, Mike unleashed a torrent of cum down Joshy’s throat, moaning deeply with each thrust.

The two separated from one another. Mike grabbed the aforementioned letter he had written for Joshy to read to him.

“Babe. I need you to read this to me. It will ensure I never become corrupted by my power. I will forever be devoted to you and our community. It’s all up to you now.” Mike smiled. He handed Joshy the letter, took a seat on the bench and began to huff his own musk in earnest. His pupils dilated, his jaw went slack, and Joshy began to read in his new girly voice.

… Six months later …

Joshy moaned loudly. Bouncing his fat ass up and down like a basketball on Mike’s thick, muscular body. His man’s huge, 9” rod disappearing up his sloppy hole with masterful skill, his now slender body covered in a sheen of sweat. The muscle he retained glistened on his hairless frame, his pecs bounced in time with each quivering landing he made. Joshy’s dick now permanently soft and leaking, slapping his man’s thick, jizz covered abdomen.

“God babe—fuck—just-like-that! Fuck!” Joshy squealed almost losing it as he rode his man’s dick. Mike, feeling himself getting closer, took control. Playtime was over. He grabbed his man’s fat ass and began thrusting upward, lifting his man like a human fleshlight, his huge hairy guns bulging with muscle as he pounded the eager bottom’s hole. Suddenly Mike stopped his thrusts, watching his man’s angelic, blissed out face as he bottomed out. He held him there, moaning uncontrollably in heat.

“Whose ass is this babe?” Mike smirked, keeping a firm grip on Joshy until he answered.

“Fuck! Yours!” He moaned and with that Mike again began hammering away.

“That’s-right-this-ass- is- MINE!” Mike grunted. His cock began to pulse, it wouldn’t be long now. With all the strength he now had, he easily rolled the lighter Joshy onto his back, his cock never leaving his man’s hole. Now in missionary he began pounding in earnest. Joshy reached up, tweaking Mike’s thick nipples as his hole was pummeled. Joshy’s own dick was left untouched, the fullness in his ass was all the pleasure he needed.

Mike hit a fever pitch. His thrusts becoming erratic, Joshy’s hole squelching as Mike pistoned in and out.

“Fuck Joshy. Fuck, you make daddy so happy fuck. FUCK! Gonna breed that slut hole babe. Fuckkk babe. TAKE IT!!” Mike screamed and babbled incoherently. Pulse after pulse of cum erupted from Mike’s dick. His huge body giving Josh its full 250 lbs of weight while Mikey’s lean 160 lbs took it like a champ!

“Daddy fuck!!! You’re so fucking big!! Fuck me daddy. Fuck my HOLE fuckkkk meeeeee!!” Joshy squealed, his 3” flaccid cock gushed forth as his hole quivered around Mike’s shaft until it finally clenched down, not wanting the fireworks to end.

Mike left his still hard cock in Joshy’s thick ass, as the two lovers panted and gently kissed. Mike slipped onto Joshy’s side, cradling the smaller man in his huge arms. They spooned as his cock continued to spontaneously convulse in his man’s hole.

Life was bliss for the gym owning power couple. Pretty soon after Joshy’s initial changes began, Mike’s own changes took effect. Mike purchased a local failing gym in the gayborhood and became its CEO. He made careful hypnosis files for himself to let Joshy mold him into the perfect Dom Daddy. As he sniffed his own musk and heard his voice, the changes were sealed and day by day he became the monster Daddy he was today. They both promised themselves to love and honor the other. Not only did they come to honor one another, they became the conssumate daddies of the gayborhood.

The couple gave back to the community, fostering change and Mike made good on his word. Joshy was his guiding light…everywhere except the bedroom and neither would have it any other way.

Curious about what's happened to Ethan and what's coming next? Check out the master post here!

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The year can pass by so quickly before you can blink, So be sure to spend some time with your newly formed twink!

Taking a break from all the holiday cheer going on at home, Ethan slipped out of the house early in the morning to head to the local school’s racetrack. Running was always an easy way to help clear his head, and he didn’t need any fancy equipment to do the activity. And so the young man stood at some of the metal bleachers, carefully stretching out his muscles to warm himself up as he took in a deep breath of the cold, winter air.

It was still quite early in the day, with the sun not yet risen and the track relatively empty. As far as Ethan could see, there was only one other man already running. Ethan didn’t know who the stranger was, but his eyes did take in the other’s shirtless, bulky form as he ran past. The young man swallowed thickly, grateful that there was little light to hide his rather obvious staring. The other man seemed much older than him, giving off the appearance of a big, beefy daddy who obviously put in his time at the gym. Even as the man ran around on the track in circles, clearing his laps over and over, Ethan stared at the bouncing pecs with each step. If he was a step closer, he was certain that he could have a better view of the beads of sweat dripping down those juicy mounds.

He didn’t come to the track just to ogle and stare, though, and with his body sufficiently stretched and warmed up, Ethan began with a light jog around the track. He didn’t think he would have a pace that could keep up with the older man, but he wasn’t looking for a race either. Ethan slipped on his AirPods, only humming along softly and bobbing his head to the music as he ran a few laps.

The pacing was steady and methodical; Ethan had run track and field when he was younger, but the training and drills were ingrained in his mind even if his body hadn’t kept up with the sport. He kept his breathing controlled and his pacing steady, running a mile or so as a simple warm-up. Ethan wasn’t planning on doing anything particularly difficult, as he was only easing back into the idea of running.

On his fourth lap around, the young man glanced up to see the other man resting at the bleachers, taking hearty swigs from his water bottle. Ethan stumbled a bit in his run, clearly distracted by the way the older man’s throat bobbed and gulped down the crisp, cold water. Grunting as he adjusted his shorts, the younger man turned his eyes away reluctantly when he saw the stranger doing some intense cardio training, going up and down the stairs in the stands. He needed to focus.

Another couple of laps, and Ethan paused to see the older man waving at him from the side of the track. Jogging over, the young man hunched over a bit to catch his breath. Was he found out? Did the other man catch a glimpse of him ogling at that hot, sweaty body of his? But to his surprise, the older man only gestured towards his unopened Gatorade bottle that he had grabbed from the gas station earlier. He stared blankly at the other’s lips moving, only fishing out his phone to press pause on his music. Carefully tugging out his earbuds, Ethan made sure to stare up at the other’s eyes instead of those juicy pecs framing that perfectly shirtless torso.

“Sorry, didn’t hear you. What’d you say?”

“I was asking if you minded if I took a drink from your bottle. I’m all out of water, and I can’t get into the school to get some more water,” the older man explained, gesturing towards his empty bottle as an explanation for the strange request.

Nodding in response, Ethan only reached over to grab his Gatorade, popping open the colorful drink to hand it to him instead. “Yeah, no worries, man. Just don’t drink it all. I need some, too,” he teased as he flashed the other man a wide smile. His eyes naturally drifted down towards the other’s throat as the man graciously accepted the drink and began taking a few swigs once more. Fuck, the young man thought as he started fantasizing about what the other man could do with his mouth.

“Thanks, man. Really appreciate it. I always end up so thirsty on these runs,” the stranger said with a slight chuckle as he handed the bottle back. “Didn’t think I’d run into anyone else out here this early in the morning, so I’m glad you were here. I might’ve passed out from dehydration,” he joked as he rubbed the back of his sweaty neck.

Ethan waved his hand, gesturing that the act was no big deal. “Ah, no worries. I get what you mean. I’m Ethan, by the way. Didn’t think there was anyone else out here this early either. Do you come running out here often?”

The older man smiled warmly as he extended a hand for a handshake. “I’m Felipe. And yeah, it’s been part of my routine. That’s why I was surprised to see you out here on the track,” he said with a light laugh. The conversation was light and simple between the two, a simple exchange of pleasantries as they passed the bottle back and forth. It was just two strangers meeting each other and getting to know each other before they inevitably returned to their own workouts.

Once the bottle had been proficiently drained between the two of them, Ethan gestured his head out towards the track. “I’m gonna go finish up these ryan, but it’s nice to meet you again, Felipe,” he said brightly. The sun was starting to crest over the horizon, with soft daylight illuminating the school field. The older man nodded in agreement, gesturing towards his own stair routine. With some idle talk about ‘getting back out there in a bit,’ Ethan soon moved away to resume his pace around the track, earbuds back in place.

He only had a few more laps left when he caught the strange sight of Felipe hunched over the metal fence. The older man’s face was tucked down, one hand clutching at his stomach as if he were in pain. Ethan didn’t recall seeing him finishing up his stair run, but then again, he hadn’t been purposefully paying attention anymore. The young man quickly jogged over, concern etched in his brows as he neared Felipe. He took out his earbuds, calling out to the older man to see if he was okay. But all he heard were the soft grunts and moans that slipped out of the other’s lips.

“Felipe?! What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

The shirtless man groaned as his knees buckled, causing him to sink to the ground. His hands still clutched at the fence, his eyes wide with a funny look as he stared up at Ethan accusatorily. “W-What… What did you do to me?” he moaned as his body trembled and shuddered. “W…What was in that drink?” Felipe’s moans turned into soft, light whimpers, his deep voice starting to become more dainty as he gasped from the strange, bodily sensations. The older man’s face seemed to soften and grow younger with each passing second; his facial hair sinking back into his skin to reveal a smooth, moisturized glow.

Ethan gaped as he stared at Felipe’s morphing visage, his eyes only widening when he heard the man’s words shift from something confident into a flouncy, flirty tone accented with a lisp. “I-I didn’t put in anything! You saw it! It was unopened. I drank from it too!” he stammered as he tried to defend himself. He didn’t know what was happening, but he didn’t want the other man to assume that this was his fault.

But Felipe didn’t seem to be listening anymore, his eyes rolling back in his head as his body shook and trembled with pleasure. His muscles began to twitch and shift, then slowly sank into his skin. What once boasted of a strong, powerful body full of heaving brawn and a masculine musk, now showed a slim and slender body. Felipe’s body was still accentuated with a shredded look, although the well-defined abs morphed into a smoother, fairer stomach. His juiggling pecs slowly shrank into a smaller heft, with just enough size to be played with, but not enough to stimulate the whimpering man.

Felipe mewled as his body fell forward against the chainlink fence, and Ethan watched as the older man aged down into a younger, slimmer man. He had a beautiful face, adorned with pretty, twinkling eyes that screamed of mischief and plump lips that begged to be wrapped around something thick and long. Felipe struggled to speak, his lispy moans fighting the draining years out of his head. “H-Help… Help me, E-Ethan…! I… I need—” There was a stutter, a slow swallow in his throat, and then a dazed look in his eyes replacing the frantic panic. “I need… cock… Oh fuck, I’m so hungry…!” 

The twinkified man’s tongue slipped out from his lips as he began wetting those fat lips. Saliva dripped out of his open mouth, drool trickling over his nipples and down the smooth curves of his stomach. “Oh fuck… I feel so empty… I need a big daddy to stuff me!” Felipe whined as he thrust his hips forward. He ground his bulge against the fence, although the two young men watched as the hefty pouch began to shrink in size. Felipe once boasted of a fat, juicy member, something that would form a sizeable and visible imprint on his running shorts. But now, the young man only had a tiny cocklet, something that could only be pleasured by the thought of cocks driving into his greedy holes. Whatever size and bulk he had before moved quickly into his ass cheeks, and Felipe giggled at the warm feeling spreading over his bottom. He purred as he wiggled his hips, glancing over his shoulder to see his juicy bubble butt pushing down the waistband of his shorts. It could barely be contained with how much fat and bounce there was, and yet, Felipe knew that this was his best asset. Whenever he walked, his hips would sway seductively, and flashing a flirty wink would always drive the closest man nuts for him. 

Slowly standing up from his kneeling position as he glanced over at Ethan, the twink grinned as he licked his lips hungrily again. Felipe picked up the empty Gatorade bottle, popping off the cap to let his tongue slide slowly along the rim of the bottle. “Oh fuck… I bet you could eat me out real good… I’ve got too many thoughts in this head, and I just need you to fuck ‘em all out of me.” The young man giggled as he mimed the act of being tongue-fucked with the bottle, only letting it fall to the side once he saw Ethan palming at his growing bulge. Carefully climbing over the chainlink fence, Felipe made sure to show off his plump assets with an extra bounce and shake. He turned his hips in a slow sashay, only gazing at the other’s hungry eyes over his slimmer form.

“Come on then, big boy. Maybe if you catch me, I’ll treat you to something real nice. Let’s say it’s a reward for giving me such a big, juicy bottom!” Felipe hummed, only laughing as he started running away from Ethan on the track. “Try and catch me, if you can! Lemme see how bad you want a piece of this cake!”

Ethan didn’t think he was going to get such a long cardio workout in today, but Felipe made sure he worked out long and hard, until both of them were later sprawled out with a fine sheen of sweat over their naked bodies.