I'm A 28 Year Old Muscular Male, But I've Always Wanted To Be A Cute, Limp Dicked Twink. Are There Any

I'm a 28 year old muscular male, but I've always wanted to be a cute, limp dicked twink. Are there any twinks that would take my muscles or even an elderly man would like to steal my muscles and turn me into the twink I wanted?

Hi Bitch

My name is Matthew and i’m officially applying to be your doner. 

I have a strong base character that includes being violent with fags and people physically or mentally weaker than me. I am also a certified alpha male who knows how to make fags fear me.

My resume includes hour long foot worship sessions, making you kneel before me as i spit on your pathetic face as well as well as strong deep throat thrust face fucks.

My reason for being your doner is because i deserve to be the alpha male i was born to be both mentally and physically. I deserve to have your strong body that comes with your huge biceps, muscular shoulders, large feet, and large cock.

This is the digital reconstructions of how i will look like in my full glory after the body swap.

In return i will leave you in my cute body with my micro penis as you truely deserve it. 

As the swap comes with a mandatory 1 year bondage to me so we can teach each other how to be in each other roles i have already planned a few ice-breaker games we can both have to get to know each other in our new roles better.

As a fag, I know you have no say in this.

But i will request you address me as “SIR” starting from now. And you will thank me for robbing you of your glorious hunk of a body that you do not deserve.

Please sign along the dotted lines.

Alain's monster quads.

YES SIR!

Military / Role Reversal / Brothers

This wasn’t any other day. It was the day I finally got posted to a new unit as a military officer.

It had been a tough year previously training in cadet school. We had to endure mental and physical challenges as part of the training. But there were some things I clearly enjoyed more than others. Being the oldest son in the family, leadership was a very natural thing. This might sound sadistic but pushing cadets of a lower rank around made me feel so good. To command someone else to do your bidding, looking down at their miserable faces in the dirt as you hold your head high and forcing them to address you as SIR!

Damm I can’t wait to go to my military camp. But for all that anticipation, I had one more thing to do…  Sending my brat of a younger brother to military camp. And as coincidental as that might be, he would be going to the same camp as me. And I would be his new military officer

Like me, he had signed on into the military. But the fact is, we will be worlds apart. He was a rebellious soldier and was rude to his superiors. Even though he was a sporty kid the army made sure he would’nt be promoted for a long time and most likely he will never be an officer like be. Being still considered a recruit in the military. He was the lowest in the system and I will literally be his boss.

He was always the playful one. He was even termed the neighborhood fuckboy. The one taking risks and coming home drunk. He liked to experiment with everything. Some were dangerous, some were taboo and some were just plain stupid. But being smaller and shorter than me I was always physically able to overpower him whenever he got too mischievous. Secretly I liked bullying him too!

Driving the car towards the front porch of our house I noticed a man infront with a suitcase. But for some reason he did not look like my brother. Coming out I realized how much a year had changed him. He seemed to have grown an inch or 2 taller than me. And his frame looked overall bigger. His shoulders were broad, his pecs were showing through his tight shirt and his arms were veiny and bulging. 

I was shocked to say the least. I knew he was an athletic kid but he was seriously buffed out!

Pretending to not notice anything I spoke to my brother in my usual tone. A commanding officer’s tone. “Get in loser, I wanna get to camp as soon as possible”

He was a jocked out soldier now. But the fact remains the same. I was still his superior military officer. I can’t wait to start yelling at him and bossing him around when we reached the military camp. 

To my surprise, he didn’t say anything like how he would usually complain. But this time he gave me a smug and just placed his suitcase in the car before entering the front seat quietly.

Not caring I simply put on my dark sunglasses and prepared to drive away.

First stop was the barbershop to shave his head. Although I now spot a full head of hair, a lowly recruit like my brother had to shave off his heads first.

On the way there, we did not speak. Nothing unusual. Our relationship had always been cold. With me being the domineering one obviously.

But this time felt different. He seemed to emit a sense of awe that I could not stop but notice silently. I did not want to ask but I knew there was something different about him besides his larger and taller physique. I didnt want to admit it, but even his hot breath smelling of protein as he breathed was intimidating me. I just tried to stay cool.

After parking the car we both left and walked towards the direction of the barbershop. He suddenly came up to me. I clinched my palms nervously for I had never had to look up at my own “little” brother who now was looking down at me.

“Your military officer top looks really cool. Can I try it on?

Without thinking or saying anything I just took of my top right there at the carpark. And exchanged mine for his civilian tee. His tee hanged off my smaller frame. But my military top hugged on to his body perfectly showing off his pecs and huge arms. But his body was just way too muscular. he could not button up his shirt and smirked at me before he just left his shirt unbuttoned. It was amazing looking at his pecs and abs in its full glory. His shoulders were so huge that it was stretching the top part of my military top.

We continued walking down the path like this to the shop when we passed a public toilet. He suddenly said he needed to pee badly and suggested we use the toilet first.

There while pulling my pants down to pee he asked again “Bro, I think I’ll look better with your military pants and boots as well”

Again! What was I thinking? I immediately took off my boots followed by my pants and exchanged mine for his sweat pants and track shoes.  

I was feeling very uncomfortable now. And there was small sense of humiliation as he walked down the street showing off my uniform in his perfect body while letting everyone know what a great body he had with his unbuttoned shirt. He looked more like a soldier than me now. And that intimidated me so much.

At the barbershop just before he sat down on the chair to shave his hair he looked back at me and looked me deep in the eye. “I think you need a haircut more than me”

He got off the chair, moved behind me and ushered me instead to the chair. This was starting to freak me out so badly. I did’nt know why, but I had not the slightest urge to rebel against his actions. I just stared there blankly at the mirror as the barber cut off my locks. Leaving me with a bald head instead.

He climbed on to a different chair and asked not for a haircut but a hairstyle change that was strangely close to mine before i had it cut off.

He smiled at me and asked.

“You look good bro. Why not you try carrying my backpack?”

For some reason I felt inclined to actually carry the backpack. Slipping on the heavy bag. I suddenly felt this strange sense of being normal. The uncomfortable feeling I had previously vanished into thin air. In fact i felt so natural. 

Getting back to the car, I Instinctively never even felt like I should drive the car and I simply went to the other seat. He naturally and casually walked to the driver’s seat and made himself comfortable. He put on my dark sunglasses and gave me a cocky look. From the reflection of the dark shades he was wearing I could look at myself. There was a huge sense of humiliation now. How much I looked like a lowly recruit now. But at the same time this feeling of how natural everything seemed to be. I was so confused……

He drove the car down to the military camp in silence while I looked blankly at my surroundings. Things were different…

Just after we reached the camp and he parked the car in my allocated officer’s spot I naturally reached for my backpack and pulled out my recruit’s shirt.

“Stop bro. I need to wear my recruit shirt first” 

He snicked while nodding his head giving me the time to wear my shirt.

He stared at me for a second before taking off his sunglasses and with an intimidating tone he commanded me

“Get your ass back into camp recruit…”

This was all wrong.

I was supposed to be the officer.

I was supposed to be the one giving the orders.

But my mouth betrayed me and i gave up fighting.

I replied my officer like the lowly recruit I was now….

“YESSSSIRRRRR!!”

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Goggletan Reply:

I hate it whenever a nice guy with a great body willingly gives up his killer body. I mean as much as i understand why you wanna do this (for charity and to help the less fortunate and ugly people of the world) I can’t help but feel sorry that you would have to give up your stud bodybuilder life.

Anyway true as it is you really are what you said you were.

You’re definitely BIG

You’re definitely MUSCLED head to toe

You’re definitely a killer STUD

And hell are you definitely one shot of a CHAMPION BODYBUILDER!

  All that hot muscles and you’re gonna give it all up willingly. I really do hope you re-think your decision. 

You worked so hard to get all that muscles, you were born with those charming studly good looks and were blessed with a tall statue that only an Alpha could be. And you’re gonna give it up. You truely are a nice guy. And I will respect you for that.

Anyways, you should be pleased to know that i have found a suitable candidate who is deserving of your body and has a “lean body” that you requested.

As you have been living in your bodybuilder body all your life you might find life in your new body quite uncomfortable. I have to warn you that life will never be the same. And even if you desire your large body again you can never go back ever. The new changes will be permanent and you will be stuck in your new body for the rest of your life.

Your first week will see you getting increasingly frustrated as you are unable to wear any of your old clothes and will have to spend a ton of money and an even more time at various shops to try out your new clothes. 

Of course that would not be the worst thing. Unfortunately you will also have to get accustomed to your new ugly face. I’m sorry but since you were donating your body to someone deserving i could choose anyone. And the most deserving person just happened to be an ugly poked marked face guy. I do hope you will be able to make peace with your new face.

Of course there will be something positive. Since you mentioned you needed a lean body for your new work in your new town this body should be perfect.

Its not as large and big as your old body. but since you willingly gave up your bodybuilder body i guess you have no choice but to make do with this crappy body.

As the weeks progress you will also notice that the life you once had has now changed considerably. You can no longer live the Alpha jock lifestyle since you look like shit now. 

No longer the popular hunk you were previously you have been forced to live with the uncool loser nerds way below the social ladder where everyone is either short, skinny, fat or ugly.

Talk about a culture shock!

Its sad but perhaps now you’re gonna regret donating your body away so easily.

I bet you miss the old days…

You were once a jock

You were once a hunk

You were once a hottie 

Now you’re just shit.

I can’t deny you’re a nice guy for giving up your body.

But sadly…

Nice Guys Finish Last….