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occamstfs · 29 days ago

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Twink Turnabout

In desperate need of release, dom daddy Rob hits up the nearest twink he can find on Grindr. Arriving at Mattie's though, the king of the gym and femmest of bottoms find their identities realign as they grind a mile in the other's shoes.

Been a minute since I did a steamy one! Here's a muscle theft/role swap, Twink -> Dom and vice versa, hope you enjoy! -Occam

It had been a long day at work for Rob. Going hard at the gym only riled him up more. Thank GOD there’s always twinks down to fuck clicking on his faceless Grindr profile. Checking his pump and changing into a slightly less sweat stained tank, Rob leaves without showering to an uptown address sent by some easy to please bottom.

There’s little on his mind besides lust as he walks down the city streets, while one bitch in the hand is worth two in the bush, he can’t help but try and cruise on the way. Never know when an even easier fuck’ll present itself, not like he owes anything to this ‘Mattie.’ Rob’s sure the hole’ll find someone else to fill it before the sun rises. Though, smirking, Rob knows no one who’ll be nearly as good a lay as himself.

Today the streets are quiet. Rob returning to Plan A of getting his much needed release, arrives and waits to be buzzed up to the twink’s third floor studio. Opting for the stairs to work up a little more musk, bitches love that, he sprints up in short order and aggressively knocks on Mattie’s door. Impatiently waiting before knocking even more, he takes a few moments to actually look deeper at the twink’s own profile.

Eyes grow wide at what a prize he seems to have caught, assuming he’s not being catfished. Fuck- man’s so fem he might as well be a chick. The trade’s cock throbs against his gym shorts as he bites his lip to distract from his overwhelming lust. Bitch can’t look this good in person, he tells himself. No way. Shifting in place he makes sure his bulge is obvious to make sure that when the door’s answered that Mattie will have no choice but to notice.

Groaning in impatience as his cock only grows harder, the hot headed stud slams his fist into the door even harder. After a second round of this the door opens and Mattie is revealed to be just as, if not more, alluring than his profile suggests. Seeing his pouty lips and an almost translucent nightgown hanging off his thin figure, Rob has to hold back from tackling him at the threshold.

Looking him up and down with a hunger few can understand, Rob pushes it down and greets him as he would literally anyone else, with a nod and intensive lowering of his already deep voice, he offers a “Sup.” Rob tells himself the blush painted on the twink’s face is from seeing him rather than the makeup it clearly is.

Mattie’s focussed eyes glitter with something Rob doesn’t even try to understand, the words that spill from his mouth are all that matters, “Come on in daddy~” Stomach turning from how much he needs this twink bouncing on his cock, he has no choice but to oblige.

Following in his footsteps for but a moment, as soon as he closes the door behind them Rob rushes to grab the fae Mattie. Thick sweaty arms wrapped around his impossibly thin shoulders and a dripping bulge pressed firmly into the twink’s back, Rob has no idea in his mind but to get this done quick and dirty. His plans are promptly shot as Mattie turns in his arms and puts a finger to the brute’s lips.

“Now, let’s not get ahead of ourselves Rob. Wouldn’t want you to have me at anything but my best~” Directing the dom to sit on his bed and wait while he finishes preparing, Mattie delights as the horny animal groans in impatience. Hearing the man constantly shift from discomfort on the bed, Mattie taunts him as he disrobes and takes in his reflection.

Thin fingers trailing down his pale neck as he allows his ephemeral robe flitter to the floor, Mattie’s sharp eyes drift from appreciating his own porcelain face and perfumed locks to staring at Rob squirming on the bed. “So, DomRob2, I take it as soon as you bust a load in my ass you’re back out the door?”

Almost drooling as much from his mouth as his cock is dripping pre, the top rolls his eyes. Ugh. He can never just pump and dump these days. These fucking twinks ride his ass, they’re just as bad as chicks. For half a second Rob considers his response before realizing he doesn’t care enough to get in the bitch’s head. Mattie seems like he wants foreplay, being honest’ll probably seem like playing along.

Scratching his pubes through his stained athletic shorts he shrugs, “Yeah, that was the plan.” Finally Mattie turns from basking in his reflection, coyly smiling with a dark look in his eyes that Rob simply assigns to hunger. Finally. Small bulge revealed in tight, white briefs the twink saunters over to join Rob on his bed.

Gently resting his arms on Rob’s back as the top almost vibrates with need, Mattie leans in close. Gently biting his ear, the twink whispers, ethereal, “All I needed to hear.” Rob’s rough hands find the man’s impossibly thin waist as he begins to grind against the jock’s crotch. Thick fingers race down to free his throbbing cop but Mattie reaches down to keep the hands focused on himself, forcing them to cup his thick ass.

Mattie’s wet lips swiftly shift to Rob’s mouth, scratching his cheek against the man’s beard as he does so. Rob’s own mouth twitches as the twink moves to begin making out. Ugh, he hates kissing his lays, just needless distraction from what really matters. His cock. Nevertheless, when Mattie’s pillowy lips find their way to his own, Rob is immediately beside himself in delight at how much he loses himself in Mattie’s mouth as his deep moans echo in the bedroom.

Fingers tracing against Rob’s muscular back as he pulls off the trade’s top, stuck to him with sweat, Mattie continues grinding against the man’s leaking crotch. Ever possessed with his pleasure alone, Rob doesn’t notice or care as Mattie performs his work in silence, completely buried by selfish lust and his own loud, needy grunts and groans.

Aggressively forcing his tongue into Mattie’s mouth as his thick hands creep into Mattie’s tight briefs, as soon as he feels the smooth ass directly, Rob opens his eyes to find Mattie staring directly at him. Pulling back in shock his moans immmediately stop as he grunts out a “what the fuck?” before his hips flex and he loses control. Mattie pushes him back onto the bed as the dom whines and thrusts into his shorts. All the while Mattie continues to grind into him with a grin.

Rob’s voice cracks as Mattie lies down over top of him, aiming to cover the burly man like a blanket with his own smooth body, feeling his cock twitch between two layers of fabric through two layers of fabric. He interrupts Rob before his cracking voice can form words, “Girlll- Thought you were an alpha not a one-pump chump?” Mattie’s taunts can barely be heard by the man as his mouth falls open as he cums loosely into his shorts. Mattie sits up and grins as the real show is soon to start.

Struck woozy from just how powerful his release is, Rob struggles to sit up. Groaning, his arms feel weak as he pushes up off the bed. Must’ve gone harder than he thought at the gym? It’s not just that though, it’s like he’s completely drained? His legs under Mattie feel similarly tired despite the total lack of effort involved in his brief session with Mattie. Or no, it’s like, Mattie suddenly feels heavier?

Sitting up his arms almost reflexively go to hug the man sitting on his lap before he grimaces. Ugh, what’s gotten into him? This bitch’s mind games got him feelin’ all types of ways. Ignoring the fact that he wanted to embrace, he tells himself he’s gotta get out of here before the twink catches feelings. And then, Mattie pointedy rests on Rob’s crotch once more. And despite cumming seconds ago, Rob’s eyes cross from how pleasurable it is, his cock still rock hard.

Jaw clenched to avoid losing control again, immediately. He pushes down pleasure and turns his attention to Mattie and his blood runs cold. No wonder he feels heavier, he is. Rob gasps as he sees the man smirking as he scratches at his no longer rail thin chest. Briefly biting his tongue, he winks before taunting Rob, “Something the matter Daddy?” The man sneers before leaning in close to rub his whole form against Rob’s bare torso.

Rob feels delirious as his body reflexively moves underneath the force of Mattie’s assault. Eyes focused on the twink’s face he sees the dyed hair revert to its natural color before restyling itself into something far less fem. He feels the scratch of stubble against his cheek as Mattie rubs his face against his, tongue tickling his beard as he can’t help but grind into the twink.

Weariness still plagues him as Mattie continues to pressure him further, his voice clearly lower as he continues to taunt the man, “Oh what? Too manly to fuck someone who’s not hairless? Or is all that gerar you’re taking making it hard to get it up? Fat lotta good it’s doing haha!” Rob feels the man’s lower torso begin to prickle with hair, tangling with his own thick sweaty treasure trail. Rob grunts out a denial as he tries to fight back against his lust as his cock only grows needier, precum coursing down its length.

Something’s wrong. Every inch of his exposed skin feels more sensitive than it ever has before. He struggles to push Mattie off of himself. Struggling to think against pangs of pleasure, he throws his all into flipping over and straddling Mattie. He should be stronger than this. His arms burn with effort. Panting, he hears his gasping breaths and cries out as his dick is caught at an uncomfortable angle.

Stumbling back, away from the man whose touch must be doing this, Rob feels his shorts begin to fall, the elastic waistband somehow sliding off his waist. Stumbling off the bed he turns to see his reflection and almost falls over in shock. He sees a man that is not himself. His hands fly to the chest that he has spent years defining, the same fucking pecs that got this bitch to swipe right on him to begin with, he feels them give under his fingers as they continue to atrophy.

Moving upward across the shrinking peaks of his powerful chest, ignoring his thinning shoulders, his hands instead clutch at his jaw. His fingers feel his beard give way to smooth skin as the beard he has used to project what a man he is since he has been first able to grow one begins to turn patchy and thin. Crying out to Mattie, his voice cracks even higher as he struggles to access the rage that has always been second nature, “whAT are you doing to me!? You- you? Fucking-”

Tears welling up in his eyes, he doesn’t finish the sentence as Mattie rises from the bed, now standing well taller than he was when he answered the door. Rob clearly remembers being a full foot taller, and yet as he turns to see the lanky twink-no-more standing to his new height they make direct eye contact. Dripping with sweat and fear Rob backs away as his cock continues to throb with need that only grows as he sees what a man Mattie is becoming.

Rolling his eyes Mattie makes it clear the changes are not skin deep as his tone shifts deeper and darker, “Don’t know what you’re on about babe? Actin’ all emotional n’ shit.” Rob tries not to stare at the fingers scratching at pits now laden with a forest of hair. Mattie stretches as he begins to saunter over, a world away from the sashay he did on the way to straddle Rob earlier.

Doing a double bicep pose Mattie smirks as his itchy stubble fills into a full chin beard. Rob shivers and gasps as he backs away and stares at the twunk’s newly bulging biceps. At the same time he begins to feel his own arms atrophy, shrinking into two thin sticks that haven’t a chance in hell to push off the growing man now approaching him.

With each step closer, Matt continues to loom higher over him. The sneer on his face only grows cockier as he paws at his growing crotch. Robbie feels an emptiness within him as his still hard dick suddenly can’t keep his shorts up anymore, when they fall he is revealed to no longer be commando though, instead wearing a patterned jock that frames his perfect ass, the only part of his form that seems to have not lost mass.

“Matthew, please can you just give me a sec? I think something isth seriously wrong!” Hearing Robbie’s voice tinged with a new lisp, Matt groans as his little bitch refers to him as anything but Matt. Stuffing his hand into his tight shorts to readjust. Smirking as he feels his hand quickly coated before as his shorts begin to tear from his bulking thighs and bulging cock, Matt allows Robbie the few seconds demand of him.

Even as he whinily begs for a break however, Robbie wonders why he even needs one. Mouth watering, almost drooling as he takes in the sight of the new Matt, his eyes keep flickering down to the softball sized bulge in his pants. Robbie wonders why he’d want anything but to feel that cock in his ass.

His waifish fingers feeling his thin waist and hairless chest, Robbie chews on his thicker lips as he rapidly begins to forget being anything but Matt’s cock-hungry slut. Leaning against the cold mirror behind himself, Robbie feels himself change into his final form, turning to present his ass; he sees his reflection as he becomes the exact type of twink he once hated. Barely enough muscle to ambulate, only the hint of a mustache on his face and a single hair on his chest. His pale, smooth face burns with blush as he sees Matt’s reflected sneer, hungry. Behind him, inching closer like a predator to prey, his top grows larger. Legs lengthening as feet push wider. His paltry facial hair hangs lower as it grows into a thick beard that even at his most masc Rob could never pull off. Pecs pushing out as they grow a garden of curls. The idea that his hair was ever some highly styled dyed coif is laughable as it pulls into a shorn caesar cut.

Finally reaching the twink presenting himself in the bathroom, Matt leans over him and whispers into his ear in a voice so deep it sounds like a growl, “God you’re fucking desperate aren’t you?” Robbie only moans in response, so needy it's a wonder if he’s even able to think. Matt’s underwear tears off completely as his cock grows too large to ever be contained and the pair begin the first fuck in their new forms, of their new lives

Sweaty handprints are left in the steamed mirror as with each thrust the pair are more cemented into who they are, who they must always have been. Feeling Matt’s thick pubes against his bouncing ass, Robbie can’t imagine wanting anything else in the world as it almost seems to feel better with each bounce.

Manhandling his twink as if he were a doll, there is a part of Matt that knows he did this somehow. Forced this hungry twink to know his place, to become his perfect little bitch. Feeling him fulfill his needs better than any of his toys ever could he figures he might as well keep this one around, seems good for this if nothing else. Taking time to admire his thick new arms and heavy pecs in between thrusts, Matt finally cums and becomes the dom top that Rob wished he was.

The pair awaken some time later in the bed, something in the back of Matt’s head swears this is his apartment but looking around at the gay decor he can’t imagine that’s the case. Turning to look at the still sleeping Robbie with a beauty mask on his face he scratches his pube and laughs at his ignorance, duh- he lets his bitch decorate, anything to appease the princess. Less work for him that way.

Heading out to start his day, early as it always is, he throws on a hoodie and shorts that fail to hide his massive bulge and starts his jog before the sun can rise. Before he even makes it a block his phone rings with the telltale sound of a Grindr notification. Cock conditioned as well as pavlolv’s dogs, his cock begins to rise.

Knowing his bitch won’t mind as long as he saves some for him after he gets his beauty sleep, Matt sends a quick selfie and amends his route to head over to the address sent. When he finally returns home, Robbie’s just about done with his morning beauty routine and demands all the deets.

Before he even gets to the fun part of his retelling, both of the men are already raring to go for another round. And so they go on, dicks at a hair trigger no matter the time of day. Whatever turnabout that occured between them clearly heightened their libidos more than perhaps sustainable. Though neither seems to mind.

In his new form, with his new needs, Robbie finds more fulfillment than he ever did as the twink seeking top he once was. Hearing tell of his alpha’s exploits only make him needier for his cock. On the other hand, from the start Matt was always looking to put people in their place. Now that he stands tall and catches the eye of every bottom, top and vers the new brute is more than happy to share his new self. All in all, the two could ask for no better lives than what they have found after swapping everything that made them, them.

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