Twin Bracelets

The Williams twins were as identical as twins come. From their 5′5 frames to the golden locks which they kept perfectly trimmed down their backs. Growing up, both Macey and Mandi enjoyed the occasional prank on their parents, relatives, friends, and teachers. Even their boyfriends over the years fell victim to their swapping. Sometimes they'd simply switch for the hell of it, other times they pulled more elaborate pranks. Like the time they convinced a substitute teacher that she was mad, or when Macey got a little more action than she'd hoped for when messing about with Mandi's boyfriend at the time. The twins would every now and then have some "fun" with the other one's partner. Usually only flirting, and sometimes, though very rarely, kissing.

The last time Macey ever dared to pull such a stunt; she'd underestimated how assertive Mandi's man was. It had started out as harmless flirting but had very quickly escalated. In retrospect, Macey probably should've come clean before it ever got to that point, but hindsight is 20/20. At the time she'd considered the plethora of things she would've had to come clean about if she got found out.

Brad, Mandi's boyfriend, was a tad thick, so when knocking on what he thought to be his girlfriend's much tighter-than-usual front door, he didn't realize it was in fact the wrong house entirely.

Over the years, Mandi had developed a certain knack for landing extremely well-endowed boyfriends. Though it'd started out as purely a coincidence, she'd come to love the feeling of being stretched. Her sister on the other hand did not share this fascination.

The mishap served as a wakeup call for Macey, to grow up and out of her childish ways. Mandi on the other hand didn't see the issue as she never found out about it.

Being the "younger" of the twins, her playful personality made it all the more evident. Though it was only a matter of minutes between the pair, Macey never failed to hold it against Mandi whenever there was a disagreement.

This brings us to today. With their first semester of college right around the corner, both girls are bound for completely different schools. They will for the first time in their lives be apart from each other. While Macey welcomes the opportunity to grow independently from her sister, Mandi is terrified that they'll end up growing apart. Just recently, Macey had gotten a tattoo in an attempt to distinguish herself from Mandi. A cute hummingbird just south of her shoulder bone. The tattoo, which served as more of a gesture than anything else, hit Mandi deep. For eighteen years, the pair had made every effort to look the same. The younger twin's strive for similarity had become a core part of her personality. All the more reason it hurt her so deep when her sister got a tattoo to distinguish herself.

Now, neither of the twins were strangers to tattoos, or even piercings. As exams were finishing up in high-school, Mandi had managed to convince her sister into getting matching navel piercings to celebrate graduation. While at the parlor, Macey had found a cute rose design that she thought would look good on her wrist. While Mandi was more of a piercing type of girl, she went along with it and got the rose as well. Not because they'd agreed to have matching tattoos, after all, that's what the piercings were for. It'd been due to her infatuation with being the mirror image of her beloved sister.

This time around was however different. Macey had gotten the hummingbird tattoo behind Mandi's back. She knew that her younger sister would throw a fit and get the same tattoo if she found out about it, hence the secrecy. The plan had been to wear turtlenecks until they both moved away for college. A shitty plan considering the massive heatwave ravaging their town. In a lapse of judgement, the older sister had forgotten to cover up her ink, and by pure chance, Macey had seen it. Without as much as a word though, the younger sister simply left and didn't mention it. Mandi wrongfully assumed that it meant that her sister had accepted the fact that they can't keep looking identical forever. Imagine her shock when Macey had come back home the same day with an identical hummingbird just below her shoulder bone..

Three days before moving, both sisters are walking home from an exhausting shopping spree. Along the rows of restaurants and shops selling knick knacks, one sign caught Mandi's eye. A sign hanging from just above the door of an old, run-down Victorian style shop. "Mystical trinkets and items" The younger girl just had to see what was inside.

Sure enough, the sign didn't lie. Inside were shelves upon shelves stacked up with jewelry, vases, paintings, mirrors, anything one could think of, they probably had it.

There wasn't a chance in hell that either twin would spend more time than necessary inside. Mandi was simply looking for something to connect the two while they were out for college. Looking around, she couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by all the things which adorned the shelves.

"Looking for anything ..ssspecific?"

Taken aback by the sudden, if not a bit creepy, question, Mandi nearly tripped over one of the flimsy metal shelves.

"I- Uhm.."

Looking the prying questioner up and down, the first thought that came to her mind was simply the word: wow. Not because the man in front of her was strikingly beautiful, no, he looked exactly as one would expect from a shady shopkeeper who owns a store called "Mystical trinkets and items". From his stringy, long hair, to the scraggly beard. His clothes looked as though they were straight out of a Tolkien novel, brown robes and all. His slightly hunched posture only served to tie it all up in a nice, uncanny package.

"I'm after something for my sister and I, were really close, but were moving to different colleges. I'm.. I want something that can keep us together. I hate thinking that she'll go out and become someone I don't recognize. We're twins! We should look alike, we should like the same things!!"

With a swift movement in her arm, Mandi pointed over to Macey who was busy looking at some weird cat statue with a moving paw. It was clear that the younger sister was distraught at the thought of losing her sister.

"I ssssee, I ssssee. I believe I have jusssst the thing."

Baring a single look at what he assumed to be the girl's twin sister, the keeper knew exactly what to sell her.

Ugh. Can this get any weirder? He even speaks like a creep..

Mandi shuddered as she followed the man to the very back of the store.

Her patience with the creepy old man paid off big time when she saw the bracelets in his palm. Two beautiful golden bracelets, each carrying one half of a heart. Normally, both Mandi and Macey would've cringed at something so cliché but something about the way it was made gave off a different vibe. They were old, she could tell that much. In fact, she wouldn't be surprised if they were older than even the shopkeeper himself. Speaking of the shopkeeper, he appeared to have noticed the interest his patron had taken to the trinkets.

"You have a keeeeen eye~"

Mandi wasn't about to have a full-on Tolkien moment with this geezer. Instead of playing along and asking all types of questions about the bracelets, she simply asked:

"How much?"

"For a pretty face such as yoursssself? Whatever you're willing to offer.."

What an annoying old man. Mandi had enough experience haggling with those pesky beach salesmen when on vacation. It was best to always start much lower than what the item was actually worth and work her way up from there. With that in mind, Mandi gave the geezer an offer that made even herself blush.

"Fifteen dollars"

The bracelets in question were probably worth a hundred, possibly even a thousand times that, if they were proper, authentic antiques. Which is precisely the reason why it caught Mandi by such surprise when the shopkeeper accepted her shameless offer.

"If that isssss what you're willing to offer, that isssss what the trinketssss shall offer in return. But beware, the shared traitssss might not be asss ..flattering."

Shared traits? This guy is one hundred percent on acid, or magic mushrooms. Some Gandalf potion, that's for sure..

Without as much as punching the numbers into a register, let alone producing a receipt, the old man simply handed the bracelets over with his right hand, expecting payment in his left.

The reason Mandi had started at precisely fifteen dollars was because it was the exact amount of cash she had at hand. Being one who usually paid by card, she hated how fat her wallet got when filled with bills. In a matter of seconds, the girls were both out of the store and well on their way home.

Later that same day, a young apprentice is doing inventory checks at the shop. Looking through the list of items, he notices that an item is missing.

"Sir, did anyone buy the bracelets of Agrador today?"

"Well yesss! Two perty little ladiesss came by! Didn't take long either, wasss practically made for them."

"Riiight. So how much did they pay for it? That's , what? Half the magic of the bracelets?"

"You would be correct my young protégé. They offered fifteen dollarssss! Probably expected a haggle, but that isss not how it works I'm afraid.."

"They what?! So let me get this straight.. Two young girls came in here today and bought the magic bracelets of Agrador. The same bracelets which scale off of the transaction in which they were acquired? All for FIFTEEN DOLLARS??"

"Absolutely! Bought myssself a beverage and some snacks to celebrate, yess I did!"

"But sir! The last people who wore those bracelets acquired them for two hundred dollars! Even at that price they both received some fairly ..unflattering traits from each other. Just imagine what will happen when someone wears them at only fifteen dollars a piece! It's not right! How could you let them do this to themselves! They have no idea of the consequences they might suffer!"

"No, no. I'm afraid you're missstaken. They got the pair for fifteen dollars, ssseparate it would have been sssseven dollarsss, fifty! And you know the rulesss. The braceletsss value must be decided by the buyer, not the ssseller. Had I put a price on them mysself.. I must admit, I dare not even think about the posssible consssequenccceesss.."

The apprentice nearly fainted at the shocking news. He knew the bracelets were dangerous. Their bountiful, potent magic only being guided by the value in which they were traded for. Even at a thousand dollars per bracelet, one might only expect to share basic skills or moderately positive traits. At two hundred dollars apiece they **** the gambling habits of a husband over to his wife, and the wife's knack for cheating onto her husband. He dare not picture what will happen when two sisters wear the bracelets after having bought the pair for fifteen insignificant dollars.

Three days later it was finally time to move. Each of the sisters with tickets bound for cities on the opposite ends of the country. Macey's flight was set to leave an hour before Mandi's, and so the pair sat at that gate, waiting. Just as the first group of passengers were called for boarding, Mandi presented Macey with a bracelet. The other half of the set she bought from the worn-down shop just a few days prior. Looking at the bracelet, Macey wasn't super impressed with the concept. Half a heart each, such an overused symbolic gesture. But she knew how much it meant to her sister and gladly accepted it, putting it on before leaning in for what would be their last hug in a while. With their bodies pushed up against one another, it was impossible for either sister to notice the faint glow emitting from the two bracelets..

Watching her sister's plane get pushed back by the tug, a couple of droplets streamed down Mandi's left cheek. She'd known it was coming for a while, but no amount of mental preparation could make it any easier when it came down to it. Her longing gaze at the aircraft which taxied further and further away from the gate was eventually broken when her boarding group was announced at the intercom. Her new life as a student was starting.

---

Mandi was three weeks into her first semester and things were not going as she had expected. Though she was never the most dedicated pupil in school, she never got distracted and always did her due diligence when it came to assignments and preparing for tests.

None of those good habits seemed to have carried over to her new student life. While she acknowledged that hard work was important, she'd come to find that her interests and focus lied elsewhere. Every morning she woke up, feeling empty. Not because her sister was all the way on the other side of the country, though that didn't make things easier either. Every morning she'd wake up in a sweaty bed, yearning for her cunt to be filled. It'd gotten to the point where she'd ordered a dildo, much larger than the ones she usually used, to sate her hunger. It'd mediated her cravings, but only for a while. She kept catching herself wishing she could go bigger, as if twelve inches wasn't enough already.. Regardless, the urge won in the end. She ordered dildo after dildo, thirteen, fourteen, even sixteen inches. She wanted to go bigger ..and bigger ..and bigger. And those were only the first three weeks of the semester.

Her obsession had completely taken over her day-to-day life. At school, out with her new friends, even on her evening jogs. All she could think about was stuffing her snatch with enormous dildos. She didn't even bother with dating, despite having broken up with her boyfriend before leaving for the sole purpose of having flings and playing around while studying. It was a hard truth to swallow, but the fact remained that the likeliness of finding a guy with a big enough cock to satisfy her was slim to none. She felt on edge every second of every minute of every hour throughout the day. She'd briefly spoken with Macey right as she arrived her new apartment, but she seemed equally ..distracted. Since then, neither of the twins had made any attempts to contact the other. Usually, this fact would have Mandi distraught. Panicked. But she simply didn't have the emotional capacity to mind the lack of contact with her precious sister if her cravings remained.

---

Not once since putting it on had Mandi taken off the bracelet. The thought hadn't even crossed her mind, it was as though it didn't exist in the first place. Not even when out swimming with one of her new friends. It'd been four months since she first started classes, and her grades were suffering. Her constant need of having her holes filled had led her to wear a butt plug at all times, though it was far from enough to keep her mind focused on her studies. Even while attending classes.

While she loved the feeling of having her cunt and ass stretched by her enormous dildos, she hated how deformed they made it look. Even when empty it looked like a flabby roast beef sandwich. She looked and felt like a complete and utter slut.

At least the obsession helped keep her mind off the fact that she hadn't seen, let alone spoken to her sister in almost half a year. Hopefully she was doing somewhat better, though it struck Mandi as strange that Macey had yet to make any attempts to contact her.

For a while, Mandi had excused her own lack of drive to talk to her sister with the fact that they'd be seeing each other over Christmas. After all, it was a family tradition to gather on Christmas eve. Aunts, uncles, grandparents. Everyone came to the Williams residence to celebrate the most important time of year. But Christmas was only a few weeks out, and both Mandi and Macey had yet to confirm any bookings or actual plans of coming home for the holidays.

---

It'd been three months since Christmas, and the guilt Mandi felt for not coming home and celebrating with the family for the first time in her life had slowly faded. Based on the angry texts she'd received from her father; she gathered that Macey also skipped out on going. At least they were still in sync when it came to those things. Though her father was less than amused by his daughters' lack of Christmas spirit, he still wired over their Christmas money. Money which at least Mandi sorely needed. She'd spent pretty much all her "recreational budget" on phallic and not so phallic objects to stuff her holes with. Not until she'd reached twenty inches had her drive to go bigger subsided. Her vagina was unrecognizable from the slit it'd once been. Not even when she dated her famously well-endowed boyfriends had it deformed to a degree comparable to now. At one point, she caught herself wondering why her kink had developed into the obsession that was now dictating her life.

Her grades were in the drain, her professors had on multiple occasions told her to up her efforts if she wanted to have any hopes of passing their subjects. Somehow, Mandi was still getting E's, sometimes the occasional D. But she knew perfectly well herself where things were headed. She'd somewhat become accustomed to her cravings by now. She had both her vagina and ass filled at all times, which made it easier to focus on other things. Unfortunately, what little capacity was freed up by wearing constant plugs was only directed towards another one of her interests..

---

It was only a week now until Mandi would see her sister again. Her first two semesters were done with, and she'd somehow miraculously passed all her subjects, granted they were all barely passing grades. Had it been up to her, she wouldn't have gone home at all for summer vacation. Standing in the bathroom of her bachelor apartment, she couldn't recognize herself in the mirror. As if her compulsion to stuff her holes hadn't been enough, she'd also developed an addiction to piercings. Her face displaying that fact proudly whenever she went outside. It'd started small. First her nipples, then a couple more than she'd ordinarily dear in her ears. After that, she'd gone ahead and pierced her clit and lips.

All of those were piercings she'd otherwise get away with. Sure, her ears could do without the six rings and bar which went straight through, but a lot of respectable girls had many piercings in their ears. The piercings in her brow, nose, lip and tongue did however make it difficult to hide what she'd been up to for the past months..

More than the disapproval of her father, Mandi hated the contrast it was bound to create between herself and her sister. It was in the back of her mind every time she felt the sting of metal piercing her skin, but it didn't weigh heavy enough to keep her from doing it. It didn't feel at all as though it was her own idea to get the piercings in the first place, but the ecstasy she felt while getting stung convinced her to keep going.

---

Mandi was sat in the backseat of a taxi, headed home. Her father had offered to pick her up multiple times already, but she'd insisted to take a cab. She knew all too well the reaction she could expect from her father when he first saw her face and didn't want him making any scenes at the airport. She could barely handle the humiliation as it was walking the distance from the exit to the taxis with her luggage. In truth, she might've overreacted a bit. There were a lot of people with much more facial piercings than herself. Out in public they'd probably only catch the attention of others who liked piercings. Her unease when it came to her father was however well founded.

When she arrived at the driveway to her home however, she found her sister standing, sobbing into her hands as her father looked shocked and ashamed. Curious about what the ordeal was, Mandi rushed out of the cab to hug and comfort her sister. With Macey in her arms, Mandi scowled up at her father whom she assumed had said or done something mean to her beloved sister. The face she was met with was however not that of shame or regret, but shock. Of course, her father would notice her piercings.

"Not you too! What the hell happened in college? Is this the new fad?! Turning yourselves into these vulgar, trashy displays of sexuality? I thought I'd raised you better than this!"

Mandi didn't understand her father's words at first, after all, how could she? She had no idea what her sister looked like yet; they hadn't seen each other in nearly a year. Taking a step back, Mandi's mouth dropped when she got a clear view of her older twin. Looking back through teary eyes, Macey's face looked nearly unrecognizable. Lip fillers, bleached hair and eyebrows, a tattoo of a cross under her right eye and the word "tramp" tattooed under her left. Mandi could only imagine what types of tattoos her sister had hidden underneath her clothes.

"Macey! What the hell?!"

"What the hell me?! What the hell YOU! What even are those piercings?!"

Their father left the scene in shock, going back inside the house and letting the two sisters catch up.

"How- What, Why!?" Mandi asked distraught.

"I don't know! I just had these ..urges. It happened just as I got settled in my apartment. Suddenly I was going to parlors and salons almost weekly. But what about you?!"

Mandi's changes were far more subtle than those of her sister, at least on the surface. Had her older twin been able to see what she'd done to herself a bit further south it probably would've raised a much more concern.

"Same as you! I moved in and couldn't focus on a thing. Suddenly I.."

She didn't want to finish that sentence. After all, it would mean admitting what she'd been doing to her nether parts for the past year.

When the two girls had managed to cool down a bit they headed on inside, each going to their own rooms. Some forty minutes later Mandi heard a knock on her door. She went over to see who it was and was met with the embarrassed face of her sister. She was wearing considerably less clothing now, leaving her "artwork" exposed to the world. Just a pair of short pajama shorts and a crop top which left little to the imagination.

Around her legs and arms were thorny vines. Vulgar and degrading words adorned her abdomen and lower back. A tramp stamp could barely be seen over the hem of her shorts.

Anal whore

"My god Macey!"

"..I know"

As Mandi's gaze scanned her sister, it eventually landed on her right wrist. The bracelet was still there. Looking down at her own wrist, she lifted her arm to meet that of her sister, letting the hearts of the bracelets unite for the first time since they parted ways at the airport. As the bracelets came into contact, they heated up, merging into one complete item. The hot gold left a small burn mark on each of the sister's lower arms before vanishing into thin air.

"What the hell was that?!" Macey exclaimed, panic in her voice.

"I don't know but look!" Mandi followed up, pointing to Macey who was basking in a golden glow.

"Look at me? Look at you!"

Mandi looked down at herself only to see that she was covered in the exact same glow as her twin. Behind the golden light, one could barely make out changes appearing on the surface of both girls. Mandi's skin was rapidly becoming covered with exact copies of the tattoos which her sister had spent the past year accumulating. Similarly, Macey's face and body was stung repeatedly, leaving behind piercings just like those of her sister.

Mandi felt her lips plump up, all while her hair took on a much lighter shade of blonde.

As Mandi's lips were undergoing the rapid inflation, Macey's lower lips were enduring one of their own. Her vagina stretching out to become a carbon copy of Mandi's, piercings, and all.

"Whaths Haphening tho uth?!"

Mandi had trouble speaking with her newly bee stung lips.

"I habe no ithea!"

Just like her sister, Macey struggled forming her words due to the numbness in her newly pierced tongue.

When the light finally simmered down, the twins could finally examine one another. It was like looking into a mirror that wasn't reversed. Under Mandi's right eye there was a cross, and under her left; tramp.

"You look like me!"

"And you look like me!"

The scene was like the spider man pointing meme. With both sisters standing across one another, playing a game of spot the differences but failing miserably as there were no differences to spot what-so-ever.

While the external glow might have vanished, there were still changes happening internally. Not only were the physical consequences of their compulsions manifesting themselves in the opposite twin, the compulsions were being carried over all together. Slowly but surely, each of the two sisters came to terms with their sudden metamorphosis, even finding a sick, twisted form of pleasure in their new, corrupted form.

---

If the twins, on the day of their departure for college, had been asked where they saw themselves in three years, they most definitely would've gotten it wrong. Better yet, had one tried to tell them exactly how their lives would turn out, they'd retaliate with pepper spray and a sexual harassment lawsuit. Yet, here they were. Two years after combining the bracelets and sealing their lives into ones of depravity forever. Now, every cloud has it's silver lining. In this case, it'd be the fact that Mandi got her will as they both made careers out of being identical twin porn stars. Shooting scenes with the grandest of cocks.

Their studies were long since abandoned. Neither of the two cared to continue after their first year. After they merge the bracelets, the new direction in life just made sense. Why waste all that time grinding through torturous hours of studying and attending classes when there was actual cold hard cash on the table, just waiting to be earned? Suffice it to say, neither twin had any longing to be separated again. They went to great lengths to ensure that they both remained identical. Easy enough considering they now shared each other's affection for body modification and large insertions. Since their reunification, a plethora of new additions had found way onto their bodies. Heavy gauge nipple rings which most certainly would've caused their breasts a great deal of sag if it hadn't also been for their newly acquired 1200cc implants. Additional pussy rings had been attached alongside more derogatory tattoos.

Size Queen, Cum Bucket, Filthy Whore, Ona Hole. Just to name a few. All generously provided to them by the hardcore porn studio which served as their employer.

Some of their most popular "films" were of them swapping places midway through. All thanks to Macey's experience with her sister's ex all those years ago. While it had been a secret, she swore she'd be taking to the grave, her priorities and moral compass hadn't exactly remained as strait-laced as they once were.

Neither twin had made any attempts at having anything remotely similar to a proper relationship since then. Besides the struggle of staying faithful to a single person, the pool of potential candidates was astronomically slim. There wasn’t a great deal of men out there willing to be seen in public with a girlfriend as vulgar as either. Even amongst those who did, only a select few could even qualify as having a big enough member to satisfy. The final nail in the coffin was how the twins appeared to have developed a need for polyamorous relationships. Considering their great effort to remain looking exactly like one another, their codependency was through the roof. Never staying apart for longer than absolutely necessary. Of the very, very, VERY few remaining candidates in their theoretical dating pool, the chances of finding Mr Perfect were close to zero. This didn't really bother them though. They got all the dick they needed through the porn they did, and if they ever felt unsatisfied by the end, there were always a good handful of men willing to help them out. So long as they had easy access to huge cocks, and each other for emotional comfort, they didn't really need anyone else. From the outside, their lives might look a mess. Their parents had disowned them, even distant family refused to associate with them. Their old friends had long since given up on them. But they didn't mind, they had everything they needed and more. Life was good.

At times, both Mandi and Macey experienced flashes where they realized how incredibly messed up their situations had become. Their lives purely dictated by compulsions to **** their own bodies with depraved tattoos and piercings, always chasing the biggest dicks they could find. These moments of clarity did however never last, quickly being drowned out by the corruption which had imbedded itself so deep into their minds and souls. Meanwhile, the bracelets had found their way back onto the shelves of the crooked shopkeeper. Once more awaiting the day they'll be haggled for by some unsuspecting customers..