The Swapinator

The Swapinator

A toy gun that lets you swap things between people, objects, anything...

Chapter 1 by CZBD CZBD

You are John Stafford. You didn't really have a great day at school. Senior high has always been extremely stressful for you. The confusing topics, your nerdy personality, even the fact that you still get bullied for your short scrawny body. Especially earlier, You were being pushed around by Daniel and his lackeys. Ugh... Dan used to be your friend, but after joining the varsity team, He started to have a personality change. Dan had a falling out with you and started to bully you for your pushover attitude and your thin and weak physique. Sometimes, Dan would even take advantage of your previous friendship and bring his varsity friends over to your house since your mother never really knew about your problems with Dan. You couldn't really blame him though, who would want to be friends with you?

Walking home was a nice respite between Dan's constant and stressful , and your mom's annoying and repetitive requests to do chores. Athena, your mom, has a really hot bod though. Her big and wide H-cup tits and hips, her plump and bouncy thighs, her face even looks like it didn't age a day after 30. You couldn't really say no to her.

You also had a sister, Gwen, your twin. You somehow look pretty similar, but she definitely has a more confident attitude. She's always with her friends and wants to grab all the attention for herself. She definitely hates you since you somehow make her look bad for being her twin. Despite the attitude, she definitely takes a lot from Mom. She's definitely on the bigger side, around a D-cup with the same hourglass figure as your mom, her butt is pretty big, and her thighs and hips are definitely wide, wider than most... How the hell did you end up as a short and scrawny guy?

"I'm home..." you say as you enter the living room.

"John? Is that you?" Your mom calls from the kitchen.

"Oh, hey mom, What's for dinner?"

After greeting mom, You rush up to his room. You didn't really want to risk getting called for chores. Hmm... There's something weird on your desk though. A toy gun? I don't remember leaving this here...

"Mom? What's this toy doing in my room?" You yell.

Hmm...

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