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Dan and Troy were two bit low live scumbags, as depraved as they were cunning, the pair led cutthroat lives running gigs for the local gangs around town as drug runners and smugglers, tending to whoever paid for their services no matter their allegiances.

Unfortunately that sort of lifestyle didn’t earn them much fans despite the ‘services’ they performed for their benefactors. With cases like more than one heist going wrong because someone somewhere had gotten a tip off or suppliers calling it quits with their illegal partners because of a better deal elsewhere. Despite the duo’s skill at eluding assassins and thugs sent by the gangs and competition, sooner or later, their luck would have to run dry…

With the advancement of technology in the modern age and an especially rampant proliferation of black market goods, Dan and Troy would eventually meet their match when a new player entered the town, some sort of hacker personality fluent with the digital language.

The pair would never realize the tiny machine bugs flying in through their windows as they lived their lives. With Dan jerking it to a random adult flick and Troy sleeping away the pain of another failed pickup, the moment the nanite payload had flooded their bloodstreams with the insect's successful sting, it was too late.

Fading muscles and rapidly dwindling mental capacity would only be the start as the oblivious men continued to change, with Dan’s rapid jerking eventually turning into fervent thrusts as the hand wrapped around his formerly impressive member now inserting dainty fingers into the warm wet slit between fattened thighs, the widening almonds focused on the tv dreamily latching on to the hunky stud instead of the attractive actress as chestnut brown hair falls down around sweat slick porcelain, a hefty set of melons rising and falling with each airy breath punctuated with an alluring sigh, child birthing hips twitching with the throb of her finger in her tight innards syncing up with the thrusts of the big man on screen.

Faring as well as his friend was, Troy would remain asleep for the remainder of the changes as his brows furrowed in discomfort with the sheets rubbing against bare breasts, rolling in bed as his legs lengthen into shapely pillars lined with firm meat and flabby fat, a bubble butt bumping him off the bed as his back snaps into a sexy S-curve, dainty hands tipped with nails as smooth as the ones on Dan’s grasping wildly as a lucid dream stirs the changing man, vague images of a buxom babe being taken to bed flashing in his mind…only, he wasn’t doing her. Rather, she was being taken to bed by a random stranger, staring her lovely face in the mirror as the stud rammed into her perky rear with gusto, stirring strange yet familiar feelings in her tingly tummy as she came a little, staining the bed as a stifled moan dripping with sex escaped fully kissable lips, cheeks flushed red as lengthy lashes flutter open.

By the time both women awoke from their pleasure filled stupor, the first thing to run through their numbed minds was to get dressed, seemingly oblivious to their voluptuous figures as the pair rose as one, going to their wardrobes before picking out a pair of skimpy swimwear, not caring one bit about the loss of their gear and treasured possessions as they simply glanced over the array of women’s clothes and assorted dildos that had taken the place of their armor and gadgets.

Snapping a selfie after prettying themselves up and making sure their best features were highlighted, the hacker would receive a satisfying pair of messages from the former smuggling duo, eyeing up the bodacious twin sisters with their luscious head of chestnut brown hair framing a youthful face that beamed with innocence to hide the salacious slut beneath, a beauty mark framing on their faces to draw more attention if their hourglass figures and blessed assets weren’t enough. The only thing to tell Daniella apart from Thea being the purple color of her more modest bikini when compared to her sisters revealing blue one, doing the bare minimum of keeping her aching nipples and puffy vagina hidden.

Looks like the coming weekend would be one well worth looking forward to as both girls eagerly showed off their new beachwear to their lovely boyfriend, the abhorrent thieves they once were a long forgotten speck in the swirl of their one-track minds; focused on the latest fashion trends and who could bag the most men on their nights out on the streets together.

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A short cap as a break while i work on other stories and comms in between irl work

Image from Tawawa on Monday i think...found the image online