Zachary was horrified at the scene that was unfolding around him. No matter where he looked, his former classmates and teachers had transformed into satanic, twinkified versions of themselves and were engaged in various acts of sodomy. Zachary was brought up as perhaps one of the worst types of Christians. His father was a televangelist, and, while he taught Zachary to believe in God, he also taught him that there was a lot of money to be made in his name and, if God did not approve of their actions, he'd punish them in some way for it. Zachary was starting to believe that this may very well be that punishment as he snuck his way onto the stage in an attempt to escape. He saw Coach Suckaton and Coach Peckers attempt to leave from the exit hidden at the back of the stage and, except from some random twinks he saw appear from there who were very eager to join the party (he thought they were Leo's twink guards), he didn't see them re-enter. No, this had to be God's test and Satan's work, he believed, and he was not going down without a fight.
In reality, there were much more direct forces at play. Sean amusedly watched the actions of the four chastity club members and had enjoyed seeing the first three get infected. As he saw Zachary walk up the steps of the stage, he started typing in a series of commands into the chronivac as he knew it was time for the final act. He prepared himself mentally as his other pieces moved into place.
Jakey, Johnny and Luke were each in the middle of working on their third orgasm when the twins suddenly felt an intense need to follow Zachary onto the stage. Luke, understanding what was about to happen, slid out of Jakey's mouth and left to get into position. Begrudgingly, the twins put on their clothes and met up with Kris, whom they greeted with a twist of the nipples and a smack on the cheeks and followed Zachary's lead, pretending to be four straight boys who were trying to escape the worst predicament of their lives.
Zachary was glad his friends made it out safely, however, as soon as they got on stage, to Zachary's horror and the other boys' delights, their legs no longer responded to them as they positioned themselves front and center for the entire auditorium to watch. Sean, who had found a microphone, took their positioning as a signal to begin his remarks.
"Heeeeeeello sluts!" Sean greeted, attracting the attention of all the twinks in the auditorium. "Are you all having a good time today?"
The room cheered, hollered and moaned in response. They were loving this new life and they wanted to make the most of it.
"Well, I want to thank you all for attending this momentous occasion. Today we celebrate the founding of Twink High! Bottoms up!" Sean announced. The audience rose their bubble butts in the air and gave a cheek a good spank. They believed it was a time honored tradition to do that every time they heard the school's new motto.
"As a special treat to celebrate this fabulous day, we have the four remaining members of the chastity club on stage. These four spent their days harassing anyone who didn't conform to their beliefs and, now, you all get the special treat of seeing them conform to someone else's rules for once. Now, let's give these guys a warm, Twink High welcome boys!" Sean explained. The audience cheered as they gave their butts another spank in response, turning many of the cheers in the sexy moans and yelps.
"But first, let's give them a chance to defend themselves, right? Like, it's only fair," he stated. Luke came out and handed each of the boys a very phallically shaped microphone. They were practically dildos that recorded sound; Luke made sure of that as he "tested" them out by coating them with a dose of his fruity juices beforehand. While Zachary was bewildered and terrified over their current predicament, the other boys were mainly just trying to keep the dildos out of their asses. Until told otherwise, the boys had to pretend like they were still straight prudes, much to their dismay. Nonetheless, the microphones, now coated with the virus, were immediately having their effects on the boys, who, with Zachary getting exposed, could now begin their physical transformations with him.
Zachary was the first to speak up with an emphatic plea. "Please, don't do this. I'm sorry for what we've done to you. Just please let us go and we won't tell anyone what happened here. Good gosh, I don't want to be gay," he pleaded. He was still careful to be very clean in his language as he spoke. Even as he close-cropped jet black hair lengthened and his features softened, he refused to let go of his morals and beliefs.
"Yeah, we don't want to be turned into swishy, slutty twinks. Please don't do this," Kris added, trying his hardest not to lisp. As he spoke, however, his voice still got progressively higher, as his blonde hair began to lighten and develop blue highlights (to match his eyes). He so badly wanted to jump on Zachary, but he knew it would be much hotter for him to wait.
Jakey and Johnny began their own appeals. "Please don't make us fuck each other," Jakey half-heartedly bargained. The fact that he was this close to having something cock-like in his mouth was driving him crazy.
"And definitely, don't make us, like, effeminate or flamboyant or anything totally not straight," Johnny added. He was already starting to lightly jack off the microphone in his hand.
As the twins kept denying that they wanted to be the very things they were describing, Zachary looked at his friends with slight confusion due to their odds pleas. Regardless, they were his best friends and he was glad that he was with them right now. Together, they could definitely find a way out of this. He looked towards Kris hoping the man had any ideas, but Kris looked at him with a mixture of confusion and lust in response. Zachary, unable to read the emotion Kris was displaying, decided he had to take action.
Interrupting the twins' rambling, Zack asked, "Please man, can this just be over?"
Sean pondered the question. It was time to speed things up a bit, he supposed. "Sure, that totally sounds fair. Twins, please become twinks," he consented.
The twins, who were so engrossed in their acting that they hadn't stopped making excuses, suddenly let out an incredibly loud and slutty moan in response. Since the virus was merely waiting to initiate their physical changes, their transformation quickly starting happening all at once. They were forced to drop to their knees, as the transformation felt like three mind-blowing orgasms happening simultaneously. Their bushy body hair, which they were previously proud of, diminished and receded, happily forgotten. Their legs, once built like tree trunks, quickly slimmed down as they began to look more like those a dancer than a survivalist. After all, that's what they were, they realized, as their pecs, meaty and hard became flat and soft. As twin twinks, they were the best dancers in Dr. Fellacio's pole dancing class. The muscles on their arms diminished greatly; now there was only enough left to perform the sensual maneuvers that their dancing required. If their porn site ever tapered out (which it never would) they'd have a great backup as strippers now.
The final physical changes started coming in as their slutty minds cemented their new realities. Their hair, once a beautiful chestnut color, started livening up to be more fitting of the flighty twinks they were. Now, as even greater proof of their twinkiness, their hair became a rainbow which, when they put their heads together as they often did when sucking cock, ended at pink on both sides. Doctors were at a loss for words for two reasons when they saw it: one, they didn't even know it was possible for that to be a hair color and two, the mouths on the twins left them speechless. No doctor ended up questioning just how perfectly twinky the twins were. As their hands roamed from their taut and compact, smooth upper bodies down to their now tiny cocks and incredible bubble butts that perfectly covered the heads of their dildo tattoo in their bubble butts' crack, they opened their eyes to their new reality. They were Johnny and Jakey; the lovable, flightly, sexy and slutty rainbow haired twinks that the school loved.
Zachary and Kris shared opposing reactions to the twins transformations. While Zachary was in a state of disbelief upon looking at his once bear-like friends, Kris couldn't help slipping a finger up his ass and taking a small lick of the microphone. Seeing his friends change was so hot! He couldn't wait until he and Zachary joined them. He sincerely hoped that Zachary wasn't paying attention to his increasing loss of control as he took a much more greedy lick of the microphone, leaving him with a tongue ring as the lick finished. He was just glad that, somehow, the phallic microphone wasn't making any sounds that could be heard.
Fortunately for Kris, Zachary was too engrossed in the horrid scene he had witnessed to notice anything else. He hadn't even noticed that his view on the world was gradually lowering as he went from a solid 6' to a cute 5'5" and his hair, previously a solid jet black color, was now streaked pink as it formed into a cute faux hawk. This was too much, he thought. He had to find a way out of this.
As the crowd moaned and cheered at the creation of their two new brethren, Zachary leaned towards Kris' ear to ask him what to do.
"Got a plan?" he whispered, desperately hoping his closest friend did. They had been friends since childhood, before they even met the twins. At the very least, they could make it out of here unscathed.
"Let's just wait and see," Kris whispered back. He wasn't sure, but Zachary could've sworn Kris had nibbled his ear as he pulled away. Why did he bite his earring, Zachary thought. Did he always have one there? Of course he did, he reconciled. He secretly loved ear piercings. They looked so cool! It was a shame that he couldn't wear them all the time, but both his local pastor and his father advised him against it. After he had gotten his first one, they explained to him that it wouldn't be befitting of a pastor to wear such jewelry and that this one was the only one that he could wear. Disappointed, Zachary agreed with them. It was much more important to become a pastor in his opinion.
Sean shook Zachary out of his reverie. "While that was a totes hot appetizer, it's time for our main course boys! Zachary here is the head of this cute foursome and he's even the head of the chastity club. Like, what a drag, right? It's no wonder that he was the last man to be infected," Sean explained, the smile never leaving his face. A growing sense of dread trickled into Zachary. Last man? He turned towards Kris, his longtime friend and confident, the man who encouraged his beliefs and kept from strong when the devil's temptation came knocking. His greatest fear was realized as he saw Kris turn towards him and lick his lips and a massive sense of betrayal hit the pastor in training. This couldn't be happening, he thought. Satan could not have won over his strong-willed, straight, God-loving friend.
"Kris, why don't you give your friend a hand and welcome him into this totally sexy high school!" Sean offered. Kris didn't hesitate. He immediately strutted over to his crush and best friend, grabbed the microphone from his hands, and planted one right on his lips. Weird, Zachary thought. Didn't he have a shirt there to cover his face? No, that couldn't be right, he never wore shirts, they just got in the way. Got in the way of what though? Why, sex, of course. Wait, that was impossible, he'd never engage in premarital sex, he thought to himself.
As the boys' kiss seemed to get oddly fuller, they sunk deeper into it. As their tongue's began dancing inside Zachary's mouth and Zachary ran his hands through his friends perfectly windswept hair and down his smooth back, he reevaluated his thoughts. Of course, he couldn't engage in premarital sex, he thought. That's why he restricted himself to masturbation. He knew it was wrong, but it felt so good. Often times, he went into the confession booth with his priest to talk about this sin. The pastor, in a very disappointed voice, informed him that while it was okay to have urges, he had to restrain himself for the sake of God. That's why it made him even more ashamed that he jacked off while the pastor gave him this advice. He couldn't help it; the shame and guilt turned him on. As Kris kissed his way down Zachary's body, and the slight chub he'd gained from sitting and praying too much vanished, Zachary recognized that shame had to be the motivating factor. That's why he went to church nearly every day. The shame and guilt of jacking off in such a holy place turned him on that much more. Besides, his stay-at-home mom wouldn't permit him to do such things in the house. That's why his phone held such large repository of porn. It was the only place his mother wouldn't check. He believed that as long as it was straight porn, God would forgive him.
Once Kris started to unzip Zachary's stylishly ripped jeans, however, he began to recall why he couldn't fall back on that. After all, he thought as watched the platinum blonde, innocent looking, slim boy fish out his cock, this wasn't the first time the boys were doing this. He remembered their first time vividly. They had recently turned 18 and had gone on their weekly church visit together, and Kris started becoming very fidgety, unable to keep his hands to himself. Zachary, having not jacked off that day yet was feeling particularly horny, and succumbed to temptation. The result had been a holier experience than any sermon. As he watched his good friend bob his head along Zach's length, he realized how often this occurred. Both boys started going to church much more often after that, but never to pray. That's why he got himself a cock ring. He thought it would calm himself and guard him from temptation. Instead, it just made him bring more attention to his ass, now a cute bubble butt. As Kris popped of Zach's formerly 8", now 3" cock and moved to rim his friend's boypussy, Zach realized that it probably didn't help that he got his nipple rings at the same time he got the cock ring. He saw it in a gay porno that watched, and knew he had to have it. It wasn't like he always watched gay porn, but often times girls just didn't do it for him. He smiled as his gay identity started to cement himself. Just it looked like the virus had won, his former self screamed in resistance.
For the first time, someone was able to fight back against the virus' effects. Zach wasn't gay, he thought. He was straight! He hated homosexuals and thought them disgusting. He wanted to be a pastor one day and follow in the footsteps of so many people he respected. He believed his dad inspired millions and wanted to be just like him. He respected the pastor's wisdom and wanted to learn from him. Zachary didn't watch porn or get piercings or go shirtless or do anything so unsaintly. He would resist Satan! "GET AWAY!" he roared.
The twins, seeing their friend's reaction, quickly moved to help Kris. As the twins quickly jumped on Zachary, each sucking a nipple ring and playing with Zachary's cock and balls, Kris doubled his rimming efforts. The large quantity of the virus imposed of him started having a tremendous and previously unseen reaction as Zachary's memories started rewriting themselves and reality itself started warping around them. If one looked at the chronivac at this time, they would see it whirring to life as it squashed this resistance to its power. Zachary's memories started coming to the forefront of his mind to alter themselves. Memories of him cheering his dad on the sidelines while he gave his emphatic speeches denouncing homosexuality became memories of him cheering his dad on while he gave speeches about gay pride and acceptance. Memories of him coming home to his mom's homemade cookies morphed into memories of coming home to his now single dad and stripping naked so the old man, who moonlighted as a whore, could bend Zach over and fuck him senseless. Memories of helping out his pastor with church services became Zack "helping out his pastor" by sucking and fucking the horny guy whenever the pastor wished. His features became more and more twinky as cock and ass became the only things he really cared about. His facial expression became either a sexy pout, a naughty smirk or a slutty gasp as he developed numerous dirty tattoos on his body. As his hands grazed over his favorite "You must be this big to ride" tattoo on his left butt cheek along with an accompanying arrow pointing to a monstrously large cock on his right butt cheek, his drab brown eyes became a shocking pink. If he was being honest, it wasn't an actual requirement, he just loved it when it was actually met.
The final straw came when his thoughts shifted to his chastity club meetings. It was like he was really there as he watched his friends one by one go from calmly discussing the Bible to moaning uncontrollably as they turned into their twinkified versions of themselves and started engaging in slutty acts of sodomy. The banner that advertised the chastity club meeting morphed into a banner saying "Cock Club LOL" as his pastor, once a calm and respected man, gave him a lecherous smile as he gently bent him over. The part that hated the scene was losing control as the pleasure that came with succumbing from the virus became too great. Zack started babbling uncontrollably, originally saying how wrong this was and how much he hated it to saying how hot it was and encouraging his friends to go deeper and harder. He let out a series of curse words that he'd never have said prior and took God's name plenty of times as he shoved Kris' face deep into his boypussy.
The other boys could feel it as Zack had finally turned. They removed themselves from him as he gave his signature naughty smirk and took the microphone from Kris. As began singing about how much he loved cock, the chastity club's new venture had formed. They catered to a specific type of audience. They were a boyband that fetishized the subject as their performances always went from seemingly normal to ending with a very hot orgy that was filmed and added to the twins' now incredibly popular website.
"Switches and Bottoms, it's my totes fabulous honor to introduce you to the Holy Twinks!" Sean announced. The audience was ecstatic as their school's famous boyband performed. All of them knew their names. There was Zack, the black and pink haired lead singer who, although he liked to pretend to be a bad boy who didn't care about his performances, clearly loved being in the band, as evidenced by his emphatic moans that often occurred as he rode something or someone at the end of their concerts. He never wore a shirt and always wore ripped jeans and high tops that perfectly complimented his numerous tattoos and piercings. He loved showing the audience his massive bubble butt and loved being the slut he was.
Then there was Kris, who seemed like Zack's opposite until the end of the performance, when it became clear they were both just slutty twinks who loved cock. He was constantly dressed in the latest fashions that perfectly complemented his platinum blonde hair and blue highlights and eyes. He and Zack were in a very open relationship, since no one he met could resist his innocent looks that everyone knew masked a slutty interior. He loved having as much cock in him as possible was the perfect complement to Zack both in singing and fucking.
Finally, there was Johnny and Jakey, the twin rainbow haired twinks that served as backup singers and dancers for the group. Being incredibly flighty and air-headed left them unable to do much else except sing, dance and fuck. The often brought audience members up to fuck in the hottest choreographed way possible. As Dr. Fellatio raised the poles that were now built into the stage, the twins giggled dumbly as they began their synchronized dance. They were complete airheads. Not that they cared too much; with their family porn website, they were practically millionaires. They only remained a part of the Holy Twinks because of how much cock it got them and how incredible their fuck sessions were with Kris and Zack, both on and off the stage. Luke, their band manager, often invited VIP members to meet the band before and after their performances to "get to know" them a bit better. Of course, VIPs didn't pay extra money to see them. Instead, they had to have something special: a giant cock, nice pecs, a hot ass. It wasn't uncommon for one the members to come up on stage with a streak of cum on their face or in their hair as they had just finished sucking or fucking someone senseless. They loved their band and how much it allowed them to be their flamboyant, slutty selves.
Sean figured now was a good time to wrap things up. "Like, that's it folks. Thanks so much for coming out," he said with a wink. "Enjoy the rest of your day!"
"But wait," Principal Leo called out. "There's one more person that needs to be turned."
"Who?" Sean asked, puzzled. By the time he realized what the principal meant, it was too late. Ry-Ry and Mikey had already seized the announcer and started planting kisses all over his body as Drew and Sammy unzipped Sean's pants and began licking his cock and balls, which were already quickly shrinking. As more twinks joined the last act, Sean's horror grew. How could he have been so stupid? He hadn't inoculated himself from the infection, he thought. He realized only now that the signs had been so clear. Since when he did say "totes" and "like" all the time? He never sounded this flamboyant. Most people couldn't even guess he was gay until he told him.
His clothes grew shredded and dozens of individuals licking his body, Sean quickly transformed into the very thing he wanted to fuck. When the boys cleared, a new Sean was left in his place. The plain, slightly pudgy red-head had been replaced by a slim, dumb strawberry blonde bombshell twink. Sean smiled as his twink form came into being.
"Like, thanks a ton honey," he said, flicking his wrist effeminately. "I totally forgot about making myself a hottie like you boys! How dumb of me," he stated with a giggle. This new life was going to be fun.