MadDonald

The twinkification (2.0)

Life is tough on us sometimes. My friend here wants a change. And who am I to say no? In these troubling times we need to help each other.

You are laying on your bed, doing some work. You do have a desk, but what is the point? Nobody sees you, so why would you bother? When you open your Teams, you see a message in the chat. A colleague has sent you a link. It is just some random numbers with a dot randomly placed. You click on it, and you laptop shuts down. ‘For Christ sake.’ You whisper, and try to restart it. Maybe it is a virus. You panick! After 3 tries, the screen lights up. But it isn’t the brand of the laptop that appears on the screen. Instead, you see a logo of an golden flame on a white background. At first you think it is tinder, but this flame is different. As the screen loads, you check your phone and message your colleague. What was he thinking? After what felt like forever, the loading screen disappears. Now there are 6 golden words: ‘Hi, how may I help you?‘ After sometime, the words change: ‘My name is Yffrit, and I can help you become your desire.’ A buttons appears on the screen. You click on it, and the words change again. ‘What do you want to become?’ It says. You wonder to yourself? What do you want to become. And besides, was this even real? There is no typing space, so you just whisper to yourself. ‘Make me a twink.’ ‘Could you speak louder?’ ‘Make me a twink!’ ‘Your wish is my desire’...

And the screen goes black. You try to restart your computer, but when you touch it, a shock moves across your body. You look at your hand, and see your skin smoulder. Like burned wood, it cracks open and a golden light shines from within. Your rip of your clothes, and see your whole body cracking open. It doesn’t hurt, but it feels weird. When you sit down again, you hear a sizzling sound. Your ass is fuming, and it is growing. Layers of fat grow on it. When you touch it, it jiggle like crazy. You let out a moan, which sounds very different than your normal voice.

You touch you face, and it starts to fume also. Your nose shrinks, and your underachieving melts away. Your eyes change colour, from a brown to a sky blue. Your lips plump up just a bit. Than, the inside of your mouth your mouth starts itching. It becomes sensitive but at the same time numb. When you reach two finger into it, you dont feel them. Yet, it brings a lot of pleasure. You whole body starts shaking.

At last, your body burst into light! Small muscles form, and your abs grow enough so that they are visible.

My washer broke and I had to go to a laundromat for the first time in awhile. I haven't been since I was a kid, but I'm glad I did today. 

When I got home I started folding my laundry and I noticed some sort of smell coming from it– it started faint but slowly got more pungent. It was like sweat and cum mixed together, musky and disgusting– but for some reason I couldn't stop sniffing it. It was intoxicating. At the bottom of my basket I found the culprit. Somehow this guys shit got mixed in with mine, and despite going through the washer, water, detergent, even bleach, his shit was still smelly as fuck. It was a jockstrap. 

A real classic, but it compelled me. I didn't even notice how my cock was rock hard– I couldn't concentrate because I was so focused on smelling this scent. The jockstrap now held up to my nose like an inhaler. Then, I put it on.

It was euphoria as it grazed my hairy legs coming up, I had to jam my fully hard dick in there as it somehow got harder. I thought I was imagining things as the jockstrap pulsated. I kept getting harder, no- not harder- longer. My dick started to grow and as soon as I realized that I came. But I wasn't done. As i lifted my infected clothes up to my nose I leaned back, my spine lengthening at an alarming rate. My shoulders cracked wider as with each inhale I became more deserving of it, more deserving of the jockstrap. My jawline sharpened out as I felt each ab meticulously pop in. My once chubby gut completely gone. 

I reached back into my mind, trying to think who this could've possibly belonged to, then I remembered the guy with the giant thighs. The absolute unit sitting next to me I was too scared to look at, just looking at him from my peripherals. 

I buckled over on the floor, my huge muscular thighs catching me as I felt my pecs balloon out. I felt them moving on my body like gigantic tits. I felt a curl fall down my forehead and came again, my senses completely overloaded with lust and need. 

Getting up I looked at myself in the mirror, drunken with power as I cupped my new gigantic bulge. Slowly I caressed my abs, trailing down to my dick as I pulled it out of the jockstrap. Still hard, absolutely covered in cum it had to be at least 10 inches long. 

“Fuck yeah” i muttered, my voice deep, powerful, dominant.

I've known that I was a Swapper since middle school, but I couldn't exactly use my power at all. Usually, people would have to agree to a swap for it to work- but I found a loophole. I found out that i could get them to pseudo agree if I agreed to do something on my end-- they didn't have to know about it.

"I'll do your homework" for 5 pounds of muscle.

So of course I made myself a target for the frats, and that didn't take much. All I had to do was offer to help out with homework once, the rest would funnel to me through word of mouth.

At 2 weeks I had gained 50 pounds of muscle, and nearly a foot in height. Seeing abs on my scrawny ass body for the first time was intoxicating. I felt unstoppable- like a god. If I wanted to I could just "trade" my services for a bigger amount- but I want it to be gradual. I want to feel my muscles pulse bigger with each guy. I want to see the frats losing life as they slowly become dweebs. It's more fun to drag out their torture.

You could tell the ones that would come to me more, Jackie– he would've killed me if i called him that a month ago- is now a 5'6" hyperfeminine twink. And boy can that boy take a dick.

Of course I'm the one who controls the transfer, so I started changing the way I stole. Some guys that were late to the party got lucky. I would let them keep their muscle, but I'd drain their dominance and an inch or so off their dick. This guy for example used to be an asshole, now he begs for my cock, just like the rest of my cumdumps.

I know that deep down they remembered their past selves. They remembered that they used to be taller, straight. -but that's the thing about us Swappers, once we've imprinted on you, there's no going back.

The days passed by and I admit, I got a little overzealous. Right now I'm 7 feet tall, 350 pounds of pure muscle, swinging around the biggest dick you've seen in your life. Most of the fags I drained just hangout around me now, I think they think of me as a god of some kind. A god that took away their suffering, giving them pleasure by fucking them with the dick i stole from them.

Dad told me to get out of the hotel, "I didn't pay for this vacation for you to sit and do nothing!" Yeah whatever dude. I remember feeling hella self concious about coming out here to the beach, something about being pale I think? Dude thats the fuckin point of sunbathing! I dont know what I was thinking- but I got set up out here on a towel and this chick runs up to me. Here tities were HUGE. She asked me if I wanted to play volleyball with her huhuhu. Obviously I did, who wouldn't? She took me back to her friends and we played for a bit, they kept whispering to eachother about me I think– I mean, not like I was hiding how turned on I was. Fuck thats the bad part about having a dick this big, I can't ever get it down!

I had to tear off my shirt because it felt too tight, that shit was about to rip anyways with the way these puppies have been growin.

But I fucked her hard as hell, her and her friends took turns riding me like a stallion. They couldn't handle all of me by themself. Who could? Her twink friend couldn't stop touching my abs, just constantly caressing them. Had to put him in his place lmao. But yeah, been a pretty good day so far, gotta go see if those cunts are ready for round three of this dick.

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