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OK Boomer(Trump Guy to Bernie Girl Neekolul Tg)
🕑 Added 2020-11-08 21:31:15 +0000 UTC
"This is fucking bullshit! All of it is bullshit and you fucking idiots just gave our fucking country over to the communists!"
And send tweet. It was really all Nate could do as he drunkenly bemoaned the state of the country, HIS country! Well he thought it was his country. It wasn't supposed to be like this, Q had told him Trump would win, and even though all of his friends from school had stopped talking to him, all of his spaces online were full of Trump loving patriots, mostly cause he got rid of all those non believers. It had to be cheating, or the assholes in charge must have communisted the votes and given the most to that Biden guy! Or well, the other people in charge since the Republicans were the underdogs since they only controlled the Senate, the Presidency, the courts, the uh... Trump was fighting the elites for his sake! Why his tax returns were worse this year was cause of the deep state, and all of these blind sheeple were allowing them to mask it all up the fuckers!
So now he was ranting on Twitter, appalled that even Fox News had become fake news when they completely disproved all of his conspiracy- er factual arguments! When had the socialists taken them over?! When did Venezuela have this amount of sway?! Or was it Russia? No Russia were the good guys cause the liberal elite kept smearing them. Wait weren't they the communists though? Ah great now these liberal assholes were making him doubt himself the fuckers! They had already almost finished making Twitter shittier, all of these jackasses bragging on his fucking timeline. Weren't they supposed to be compassionate?! It didn't really matter that his tag was librltrz234124219889, THEY were the hypocrites, and worst of all were the fucking hot chicks bragging about it. He kept seeing that one gif of the bitch in the Bernie crop top dancing to her stupid communist ageist anthem, OK Boomer. So if this bitch was gonna force herself into his feed, he was gonna force himself onto hers!
Bernie was the real one behind this, his stupid socialism corrupting the youth, turning them into damn commies and he had whores like this one spreading his doomed message to everyone. What Nate posted, DEFINITELY violated all of Twitter's rules and regulations, almost like a dare for them to come and ban him. What it was, well you can imagine your worst, but the reaction it got from her lib cuck simps was more than worth it as for the first time in weeks, a tweet actually gained some traction. Ratio traction, but dammit in these trying times he'd take what he could get. It wasn't hard to get these idiots going, just mention how much of a whore she was, how Venezuela failed and that they were probably coastal elites or being paid by the deep state and the arguments sustained him for the night.
For a bit, he almost forgot that Trump was losing until all the Copium memes started overtaking any discussion. The only person who was still talking was some delusional "wiccan" named SexySocialistSorcerer, though which of those three words made the weak looking dude delusional was up for debate given his profile picture. He said as much, calling him an ugly famine farmer who wanted to destroy the country while the soyboy kept on trying to use some stupid "facts" and "figures" and "established science" to convince him otherwise. That's when he got a random dm from the guy, again delusional.
You're not really like this are you? Is this a joke? Surely you don't randomly hate some woman you've never met just cause she likes a different candidate? This has to be a bit since you are way too obsessive.
What a dumb, sheltered jackass.
Listen here soyboy, you're not in your fucking simp safe space so welcome to the real world! Once we recount the vote and prove you jackasses were cheating, we're gonna take your socialist bitch and kick her into the ocean! MAGA FOREVER!!!
sigh fine then, you asked for it. sdfj09j09a90wj903w90sfdjlkj
Nate had to wonder for a second if he shorted out this dude's mind, or maybe he was one of those bots they kept talking about on his subreddits. It was like he spazzed out on the keyboard and included one of those dumb poser pictures they kept putting under the president's tweets, this one some kind of fucked up spiral that made him feel really funny the more he looked at it... kind of drifting off into its endless blue void... hearing a parade of voices asking him to join...
BZZ
"AGH SHIT!" The buzz of twitter on his phone knocked him out of the stupor, his whole body jerking like he had been slapped suddenly. The image was gone now and the weird soyboy was now posting pictures of the back of his idol's head followed by the message, "God her hair is so perfect, right?"
Nate obviously disagreed and typed out a genius, "she's not gonna fuck you dude," but something weird happened, the screen of his phone flickering as the message was edited to, "I know right?!" It hurt a little too, like he had gotten static shock across his fingers, the jolts running up into his scalp. While he scratched at it, his wheat colored buzzcut standing up with electric energy, the strands softening and springing up as he tried to rub away the tingles, Nate was cursing out Jack Dorsey, each curse word accented with an added centimeter of growth, an added shade of darker coloring to his hair. Out of the corner of his eyes he noticed the weirdo on twitter was typing more, probably laughing it up at his words being censored. God he couldn't wait to share this on his usual channels and prove once and for all the liberals were changing his- wait was his hair always this long and... soft?! Bangs were stretching into view, the hair dark and scented with girl's conditioner, stretching down to his shoulders as it looked familiar, kind of like that-
BZZZ
So glad you agree, and aren't her hands just the cutest, dainty things?!
The message was followed by screenshots of her hands, her fingers, flexed, typing, splayed and kind of sexy not gonna lie. No er, this was creepy, stalkerish and pathetic and he had to tell him that. Shocks ran through his thumbs as he typed, all thoughts stopping as he got out "what the hell is wrong with you’re-" the thumbs popping and shrinking as they turned soft and girly. They flexed and spasmed, slimming down as they extended, the nails growing out and adorning themselves with pink polish before his eyes. But what really freaked him out was the clear tanning happening, their pads softening, losing scuffs and their whiteness for a clear hispanic tone. The changes spread from there, throbbing into the rest of his hands, his fingers jerking as his shrinking grip tightened on the phone, his changed thumbs starting to type against his will, fixing the "you’re" to "your" and capitalizing the start. More nails lengthened, the knuckles popping as smooth tan skin softened his hands into copies of the ones posted, his corrupted fingers finishing up with, "-beautiful self! What else do you love about me?"
"Shit! Shit! What the fuck is this BULLSHIT!"
Alex Jones had mentioned the democrats turning the frogs gay and how soy was making men girlier even though that was actually plant estrogen which does nothing to those dumb Trump attackers and shit what the fuck could make him girly that HE had eaten?! He avoided all the leftist brainwashing and eaten plenty of Trump approved foods so what could be making him-
Ooh I love what your hands are connected to, they're so sexy and slim. Also of course you're a real looker girl, though your personality's so awesome that that's just a bonus. How does it feel to be so sexy?
He wanted to strangle this fucker, track him down and hunt him for sport as the jolts traveled up his arms and began spreading from his hair into his face. He wanted to thank this sweetie even if he was kind of a creep.
The muscle he had built up was being stolen from him, just like his ethnicity, overrun by this tanned, Mexican wave which was kind of icky given how the studies showed that immigrants had minimal effects on workers status overa- God those stupid liberal tweets were rubbing off on him, not that he could do much with his red Maga short sleeve letting him see the slimming of his arms, a numb, warm tingle accompanying the ebbing of muscle. The skin was shaved, losing all sunspots, scars, imperfections, the brown rising upwards as his body's "guns" were seized by this commie's curse, the sudden loss in his upper muscle so weird, intimate and thorough, that an embarrassed moan slipped out before he knew what he was doing.
He pursed his lips, embarrassed that he could make any sound like he was enjoying this, even if said lips were swelling as he squeezed them shut, an appealing glossiness and flavor traveling up his tongue as they finished pouting into thick, sexy smackers. Small confused grunts and coos left him despite his best efforts, the changes feeling weird and loud as his face crumbled and shifted, the cartilage in his nose sloping and shrinking, his cheeks arching into higher, model like cheekbones while puffing out with a slight cherubic blush as they browned. Unable to see how his makeup was doing his hands thankfully turned the camera on, switching to selfie mode though his finger's movements had little playful kinks to them, no matter how he tried to fully control them. For a second his eyes shut as the changes reached his ears, tremendously deafening pops sending him falling to the floor as his eyebrows plucked and browned. The selfie happened by accident, the flash blinding his eyes as they quickly angled to almond shapes, his beautiful blue eyes dying brown as they flashed an accidentally sultry look, his thumb sending the pic to the dm's as the leftie fucker started typing a response.
Ooh that's a sexy top girl! I love the open tied front, it really shows off your sexy little midriff and god, for someone so thin and sexy, you certainly got blessed up top. I bet you sound so hot right now.
Top? Did he mean his MAGA shirt?! And what the hell did he mean by 'open tied' it was a t-shirt?! His picture clearly showed that he was wearing a-
"Huh? Wait no fuck fuck stop!"
The sent image was warping, the sleeves growing, the red MAGA lettering spreading out into a polka dot red pattern, and he could feel his shirt changing to match, his nipples suddenly quadrupling in sensitivity as the shifting fabric forced him to moan. Red silk stretched out, collapsing his shoulders as they rounded, his entire frame pressurizing, each increase correlating to his nipples hardening faster. His cock was erect as tan washed over them, the hard nubs now swelling out to pinkish brown discs.
"F-Fuuuuck why does it feel so g-goood~?!"
The skin tone was tightening his throat, slowly dissolving his Adam's Apple, giving his moans a feminine flavor as he tried to tense up, to stop the oncoming changes from happening, his head shooting back as he failed in a rapturous release as his frame crunched downwards.
His nipples were burning, shuddering as fat and muscle surged under them, his fallen form writhing as his chest began to inflate as if someone was pumping in liquid ecstasy to them. By now his shirt had turned into the girly red top the twitter simp had mentioned, his stomach muscles pulsating like they were trying to escape as the cool air hit his now browned skin. His hands were fully out of his control by this point, teasing the shifting muscle, rubbing his sensitized skin, his nails playing with his navel as his breasts sucked up the mass in his stomach. The free hand was typing, responding, "of course I'm stacked, we gotta redistribute the means of sexiness from the middle 1% to the ass and titties lol!"
The left side of his waist arced at the tap of the send button, his ecstatic screams echoing even with his teeth clenched, his chest welling up a few cup sizes as ripe nipples brushed against cherry red fabric. It felt so good to lose this dumb posturing muscle he had worked on for years, feeling the weakness traveling up, adding to the pleasure as it squirmed higher, his belly flattening to a sexually gyrating core. There was a growing dark spot on his jeans, precum losing more and more of its "pre" ness as he could barely hang on to that dirty capitalist cum lol. Though really since this wasn't even all that far left, it's just the Overton window was fucked here and their positions were basically center left in every other civilized country. Though how about we drag this rightie left some more?
The strange thoughts wouldn't stop in Nete's head, his right hand grabbing his right side, still flat, still masculine and utterly helpless under his emerging self's grab as it popped it inwards. All of his restraint broke then, his chest exploding out into their right fullness, his spine snapping like the structures of oppression under a movement for the people.
"Sh-Shuuut uuuuuuhp~! Oh! OHH I c-caaaahhn't` t-TAAAAAKE IT!"
The first shots of cum came out fiery, eating through in chaotic dribbles as his jeans tore, his cock only growing harder and longer as it felt like he was cumming out his height, each messy spurt followed by a reduction in his spine as it sent his chest and ass bulging out, more prominent in their position as he moaned. If he had thrown away the phone before the changes had spread, maybe he could have avoided it, maybe he could have stopped it, but his eyelids refused to close as the next message was typed, her hands holding it up to his face no matter how he moved it away.
Damn right Neeko, though just like a good movement, you've got great supports, and you've built up the sexiest bod from the ground up.
The socks on his feet shifted to ankle lengths, his toes flexing and popping as he felt his whiteness fade, moaning as his heels slendered, his ankles popping back into place as curves molded themselves to his stocky calves. He didn't want to lose everything, muttering no's that rose into moans, feeling his legs extending as his jeans tightened, the backs of his calves rounding, swelling. It felt so fucking good to let it all ou- Fuck no it didn't feel good it felt amazing! Neto could feel himself slipping, further and further down this left rabbit hole, his cock throbbing with need as he could feel his thighs shaving themselves, the skin losing its coarseness, then getting that telltale warmth as it tanned, rubbing against his balls as they started to spark and tingle.
BZZZ
Though I have to ask why you're wearing that now. You know today of all days what the people want you to wear. After all, like Georgia, you look GREAT in blue.
FLASH
The camera went off, his body relaxing as another spurt ran down his thighs, the cum rubbing into them like a thick cream that was slowly infiltrating and inflating the muscle, softer flesh pressing up against his balls, his groin feeling cramped and warm. His shirt was changing again, Neeto dragging himself off the ground, trying to escape the phone, moaning as his top was shifting, tweaking his nipples as more cum splattered out, his thighs thickening to a crushing softness, his cock feeling weirdly malleable even though it was still hard. His face forced him to watch from his camera as his shirt turned into a cut off t-shirt, his breasts hugged by the fabric, a white BERNIE insignia underlined with red, backgrounded by blue. It felt so weirdly comforting, empowering, someone who wanted to fight for him and help him feel good about-
"Oh~ OHH~! F-FUUUUCK~!"
He squealed as the final message was sent, his body horny and shivering with need, with horror, on the verge of giving in with one final push.
You know what you want right? What you want to do? Show off that girl power Neeko!
Neeto's head was a mess, awash in new ideas, concepts that went against his preconceptions, his political ideas. His jeans were getting tighter, fat surging into his ass, his hips, slowly spreading them, forcing his thighs to crush harder around his cock. His hips were swaying, legs swiping around his sensitive junk, pressing on it inadvertently as his whole body was beginning to move. There was no way he could lose to some soyboy philosophy, this weak shit. He was stubborn no matter how amazing it would feel to just listen and give in already. Shit that was lib talk again, he had to avoid that Marxist shit and focus on the stuff that made him who he was like his guns. He only supported ideologies that supported his right to defend himself which is why Marx was totally his dude since his manifesto explicitly stated how every communist needed a nice, hard-
"HYAAAA~!"
His left testicle had slithered inside at the political shift, his cum pouring out hot as it ate through his jeans, melting away the middle connector as his latino curves were on full display, his thighs clenching harder as his ass finished swelling to a bonito culo. No this wasn't right, he wanted to stick it to those elites, those fucking rich assholes who pretended to be on the left when all their money goes to the right, raising the taxes on the lower classes. Thank god Bernie got the ball rolling on- It was a surprisingly happy scream that he made as his remaining testicle slid inside, his cock cumming until only clear fluids remained, his thighs rubbing harder, faster, his body gyrating, invisible music tweaking the sides of his face into a smile.
There was a slow gurgling sound, his cock starting to slide in the more his body began to dance, slapping against his thighs as his body erupted into a blissful slide into Neekodom. Her mind was glomping onto his, buzzing around it in the most pleasureful ways possible, drool pooling down as he couldn't stop moaning, giggling. Hey you guys were the ones who said commie cummies corrupted capitalist cocks. This wasn't what it was supposed to be like, they were supposed to hate him, to want him and his kind dead. But he was being killed by kindness, a warm mushy feeling of love making his cock shrink faster, cum harder, his screams rising into an ecstatic array. It felt so good to have it all stripped away, his fears, his worries, realizing that he had been the one in a bubble, refusing to listen, to do research. Even the Bernie adoration wasn't one of cultish adoration but a desire for everyone to succeed, to get on that next step forward. It felt freeing, it felt orgasmic, it felt, it felt-
"AHHH~ YESSSSS YYYAAAAAAASS~!"
She came her brains out, gasping as she felt her old self get swallowed into her vagina, a gush of vaginal fluids sprinkling onto the floor as Neeko moaned in satisfaction. It felt amazing to have such a caring support group even through these tough times. Weirdly for how hard she had just blown her load she felt energized, brimming with excitement for the future and bursting with optimism. But some of her fans were feeling down and it was time for some nice memes and sexiness to perk them up. She placed her phone on her kitchen counter and hit record, knowing the music by heart to dance and gyrate as she smiled to her loving fans.
"OK! BOOMER!"
Elsewhere another angry soul had seen her newest tweet, disgusted with the left, with the current generation. Nothing could change their minds and they decided this bitch could use a proper lesson. He didn't expect her to dm him after he tweeted, or the music to start blasting, or how good it felt to listen...
Comments
Charoset
Well I'm going to ask for ideas soon so feel free to make that yours since you're in the 5 tier.
John Jacob Jingleheymer Schmidt
The thought just occurred to me for a TF of some sort in relation to it. Just the general idea, no real details or specifics.
Charoset
Yes I love Twin Peaks why?
Charoset
Well trust me I have plenty of reasons to hate the guy but I try to not put that on the supporters. I just think patreon comments aren't the best place for these kinds of discussions, but eh I posted this kind of story so it's fine.
John Jacob Jingleheymer Schmidt
No relation to anything, but do you know anything about Twin Peaks?
John Jacob Jingleheymer Schmidt
I definitely can- i just get a little nervous sometimes since getting disowned over it.
Charoset
No worries that just means you're more well balanced and I have plenty of friends who support him. It's a reward and though I'm a big leftie(and Trump admittedly screwed over a lot of people near me with his Atlantic City stuff and other things before he even got into power) I think we can all enjoy some fun lewds together.
John Jacob Jingleheymer Schmidt
I'm a Trump supporter, and I'm feeling fine. Just wanted to set the record straight.
