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Tim was getting pretty fucking sick of K-pop. Coworkers, friends, acquaintances all trying to get his takes and asking for recommendations. He wasn’t even Korean! But that didn’t seem to matter to the vaguely offensive notion that of course HE would be the one to know about it. Sure it was just a small bother in otherwise fine interactions with everyone else, but it got to him. And of course he usually would just escape on twitter to waste time between work related stuff, but good luck escaping k-pop on twitter. Fancams were rampant, trends that made no sense were just k-pop reposts and it was clogging up all of his feeds so even if he would find distraction for a brief period, he would without fail run into one of the thousands of fancams. His anger got the better of him though and unfortunately he did the dumbest thing you could possibly do on twitter.

He tried to win an argument on twitter.

You can imagine how that went, Tim fruitlessly trying to make a point amidst a sea of memes, slogans and reaction gifs with little to no content to be found anywhere. Finally having enough of their bullshit, Tim just went off the thread and onto his own page, one with barely even a dozen followers and a few thousand tweets over the last few years. Wanting to vent a little, he wrote up a succinct and thorough summation of his feelings on his own account named WE_TIM.

FUCK K-POP!
FUCK K-POP!

And send. He didn’t really get the significance of typing it out twice, though as he put his phone down and went to typing it buzzed. Apparently someone named Twice4Lyfe had retwee- Bzz. Now someone with the handle Twic(e)cans had retweeted it. Usually he didn’t get this many- BZZZ BZZZ BZZZ His phone was starting to shake far more than he was used to after tweeting, the screen notifications going by at lightspeed as it began to be liked and retweeted, even a few follows ramping up. In shock at the sudden boom from one tweet, his thumb slipped onto the home button, opening onto the tweet as the first comments popped in.

Sanafection: Stan Sana for clear skin

Tim meant to hide it but his finger slipped, playing it as seizure inducing bright flashes of her dance moves and performances blasted out with energetic k-pop music, Tim rushing to lower the volume as her moves kept playing in a cycle, the flashing sexy choreography and hypnotic flow of her hair dazing him as his body tingled, hair plucking out of every orifice below his eyebrows as he groaned, his skin radiating a soft pleasure that flowed as it saturated up to a more pronounced golden, honey smooth tone. His followers had jumped up to the hundreds now as the phone kept rattling in his grip, that slight loss of focus rectifying itself as he scrolled down.

TAP

His fingers made a hard clacking sound as he went to swipe, confusing Tim as he looked at his double handed grip. There were confused coos as the phone kept shaking from attention in his hands, each buzz notification rattling the bones in his hands, his fingers lengthening, slimming, the nails already long and painted in eye catching swirls of red and silver. The phone felt so big in his hands now, the sleeves of his dress shirt unfolding like the petals of a flower to reveal more bare skin, muscle fading away to soft, springy, womanly fat. It was getting harder to focus, the notifications a blur though he swore he saw his handle changing in the flurry, but when he held down on one it was the same as it always was, WIE_TNM. Something was wrong, but he felt attracted to the growing attention, surprised to find no one cursing him out in the comments but instead rows and rows of videos, each one a hypnotizing array of Sana’s body, movements, life.

Stan sana for silky hair

For sexy face stan San-

For cute voice stan Sa-

For great figure stan S-

Tam was moaning now, Sana’s perfection playing out again and again as he grew erect at her playful teasing movements, his close cut black hair shooting out, a bubbly stinging shine drowning his scalp in pleasure as his hair dyed a dirty blonde. The music was getting louder with each video despite his attempts to mute it, his moans turning more melodic as he felt something pop and swallow down his throat. God it was like she was in the room with him, her perfect voice vibrating against his whitening teeth, plumping his lips, scrunching his face down until long eyelashes fluttered under plucked, honey colored brows.

“Ah~ Ah~ S-SannnAAAAAAHHHH~!” He hugged himself, shivering as his overly bulky frame was crumbling, moaning at each dip in his shoulders, hands rubbing against arms now bare as the smoothness felt godly, a goddess of music and beauty choosing him as a vessel. But no this was wrong! He wasn’t some sexy, powerful, perfect kpop girl, he was Tama! Or no uh… what was his name again? Tapping back on his profile picture, now of him in a comically sexy pose, though each time he reloaded the male outfit got skimpier and skimpier and he swore it almost looked girlier too. Shaking his head to clear it of falsities he looked at his handle, TWIE_TNM. He sighed in relief that at least that was consistent. 

And before his eyes he yelped happily as his followers crossed the border into the thousand mark, followed by a sultry moan as his nipples hardened, his hands feeling them up as they surged with his followers. The music was incredibly loud now as he turned around, hoping the office wouldn’t reprimand him for either of the noises coming from his desk as he opened up his dress shirt, the collar collapsing into a red frill, the hard starchy material flowing into the start of a tight fitting red shoulderless dress. He had never seen them this puffy or erect, his own moans musically harmonizing with the kpop fancam music, his cock tenting his pants hard enough to crease the fabric as each new milestone was complimented with a surge of fat. A thousand, two, four, eight, his following kept building as did the pleasure, his hands soon cupping a petite chest, the slivers of fat that bolstered its size finding new ways to press against his fingers as he shrieked, cumming as he crossed the 10k followers.

Tana’s body slammed against his office chair, making quite a scene that would have attracted a large crowd if he was still in his workplace and not the greenroom for a concert hall. His cock felt hot as it shot out its load, the hot fluids burning through his pants as the legs slid down and merged with his office loafers into heeled, white boots, their form hugging his feet and calves into strong, curvaceous legs. And as much as he wanted to keep playing with himself, his legs wanted dancing more.

It turns out dancing was just as pleasurable, moreso even as the phone clattered to the ground, his thighs jiggling as choreography filled them with thick fat. They battered his cock and balls, rubbing and teasing his sensitive groin as the spent rod began to pulsate, each thwap against it driving it in a tad, Tana squealing ecstatically as a particularly hard combo sent her thighs crashing together, driving first one testicle in, then the other, clear fluids trickling out her tip. Her English was becoming more rudimentary, Korean and Japanese her primaries as she bucked her hips forwards, doing a side shimmy to crunch her pelvis outward to a firmer, wider stance. Tana hugged her stomach, happily screaming out the lyrics in perfect korean as her sides squeezed inwards under her touch, rounding her rump to a perky ass that was hugged tightly by her red dress, her moves designed to tease all the boys in the audience with the threat of a peek, but never showing the goods.

Gasping for breath from the intensive dancing, she paused looking back on twitter to see her followers sending her waves of support, fancams of all sizes and skill level peppering her feed. Her tag was a bit odd, WICE_SNM, but as she got a new notification from U_ARE_SANA23 the T popped in, but that wasn’t the only thing popping in. Sana pawed at her crotch, moaning and whining in ecstasy as she felt something slip inside, her face flushed as she felt her panties dampen. What was she doing?! She couldn’t be horny in front of an entire crowd! Well she could, but it really affected her stamina, after all why would she get tired after just one dance? There was some thought of a hater she had seen earlier that day, but it didn’t matter, not when TWICE had such a loyal and loving fanbase. Sana giggled as she cleared her mind, ready to go and reward her army of stans for their support.