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No.6

I never thought a quick peek in a clothes store would become, this is me, Ryan, kinda rebel, skater, music kinda make a habit of looking different since like forever.

Weird how that new store opened so fast, not sure if Ever seen anyone going in there either. Indie vintage stores are life tho so imma check it out. Big mistake turns out soon as I was in there was mostly sports stuff deffo not sorta stuff imma wear.

Weird how there's something shiny back there like metalicky. it was almost like I gotta have a look at it. This shiny, gold Nike hoodie and matching trackies like its so soft man, feels actually kinda nice this material.

This is wayyy not my style man like wouldn't ever wear this, but its so nice, kinda, wtf. Next thing i knew i was in the changing rooms like as if my subconscious made me come in here. I pulled off my tank and jeans kicking off the Converse I always wore still barely thinking what I was doing.

Looking in the mirror, nervous as fuck before I opened my eyes i saw myself, shiny, golden, wow this felt good almost like I could feel something inside changing. My old shoes on the floor I stared at for idk how long. Was then I saw the box, the box with white and gold Nike Air Max inside and a small note on the lid 'For you bro ;)' It said my mind said wtf? all that came outta my mouth was 'Yes broo'.

Fuck this felt amazing, where next bro? My body knew where.

Barbers down the road I can't even remember at this point if I been here before don't even care I slide into the chair, the guy with the gold rings and clippers just says 'Ur usual bro?' my reply 'Yea sound bro'.

Felt like ages at the barbers, remember other lads looking at the tracky, prob wanting it it feels an looks amazing, my bro cutting, feeling my hair fall away before he was finally finished. 'Cheers my bro see u next week' as I leave. I look like a different lad, feel like a different lad, think like a different lad. Can feel something wrong inside, like something is off, kinda like I gotta be skateboarding or something? Nahh I know where I gotta be.

The footie pitch felt like home, walking up was like inside me wanted to get on the field with the bros, the locker room was deserted, I went inside, the other door opened. It was my team, my bros, my life all wearing the gold kit that makes us one. Shit i don't have a shirt bro, but then I see it. No6, Ricardo, my name on our kit.

'Love the new look bro' says our Captain, 'Yeah bro gotta get us all these trackys show we bros on and off the pitch' he smirks and gives me my kit 'We just about to play bro, get your kit on cos we need you defending' I put it on and we get outside.

I slide on the kit, get my boots on and join my team.

Trust me bros, this is the best feeling in the world, with all my team, golden, unstoppable, united. This is my life now, footy, gym, sportswear and my bros 💛

Ricardo :)

First tf in a while, based on means my new gold bros, deffo gonna do more soon ;)

Yo my bros, Ricardo here ;) been living the life with my golden bros, never felt better can't even remember before seems like I always been one of the family. Captain Richard said last game we could hella use more players on the team, make us even stronger.

Used to remember hanging with Kai a lot, we hadn't messaged in a few days not met up in weeks. Kai's cool but kinda crazy, into crystals and festivals, deffo aint sporty.

Texted him if he wanted to meet me later on, wasn't expecting a reply soon enough I got back 'Yeah sure dude where tf you been and where abouts?' after I told him meet me outside of the footy pitch he was like 'Dude wtf you doing up there aha?' I sent back 'You'll see when you get here bro' he then said he was gonna set off and I waited near the shops nearby for him.

'Yoooo Kai, you good my bro?' he turned and his expression was like crazy 'Fuckk Ryan, wtf happened to you like dude, gold tracksuit!? And ur hair?' he looked me up and down 'Yeah bro looks fit af don't it? Aint Ryan anymore btw its Ricardo now yea?' 'Hmm yeahhh' he said back sounding soo confused.

I looked at my phone 'Shit bro gotta be somewhere, wanna walk with me' he nodded and we walked off, him still glancing at my clothes, air max, everything. He didn't rlly speak loads Kai's always been kinda quiet tho tbh most he said was when he saw we were heading at the footy pitch 'This where we going dude, like you play now or somethin?' 'Yeah my bro I play defence, no feeling like being on the pitch in kit trust' he did an awkward smile and followed me up to the door to the locker rooms prob curious about everything.

'Soo wtf we doing here?' he said once we were inside him eyeing up the gold kits hung up along the walls 'Got a match my bro, team is like family so gotta be here' he nodded watching as i pulled off my hoodie and took my shirt off its hangar 'What you want me to do then dude, I aint chilling in here until you done' 'Nah bro you can come watch, might enjoy it yano' he didn't look convinced, he was looking at the kits hung next to him he then looked at me finally kitted up with my boots on. Saw him mouth the word 'Wow' despite tryna hide it. 'Like what you see bro?' Kai seemed tranced by the kit, he just nodded slowly. I took the shirt behind him off its hanger 'Wanna try it bro reckon its your size' he stared at it started to say 'Na dude this so aint my....' his voice faded out as he took the shirt.

He took his hoodie off, slid the shirt over his dreads, next part was like he was on autopilot, shorts, socks boots laced up fuck he looked so good in the kit, gold and shiny just like the rest of us. After he laced up the boots he almost jumped off the bench 'Yo bro we playin yea?' he said grinning 'Fuck ye bro lets win it' we fist bumped and got out on the field, after all the team was waiting.

Fuckk bro turns out the dude is a natural, never played before he got insane skills with the ball. We won the match, dream team, after the match while leaving the field our Captain put his hand over his shoulder 'Welcome to the team Xavier' he smiled 'Sickk Captain, see yous for training yea?'

Didn't take long for Xavier to get into it all, he's one of best, always training to get better, spends most of his free time at the gym, he even now goes that barbers I said he should try, gotta look good out there.

Sorted him out a new place as well, bros gotta help each other out, needed a roomie and he was so down for it, always watching footie together, training together, playing together swear down he can bench way better at the gym than me bro props jealous he gettin all the looks.

Always play together, bro is a force on the pitch, like he lives a breathes footy. Trust my bros this team is unbeatable.

Few weeks in and bro is getting ripped! Gotta start asking him what his secrets are, he deffo spill, after all we family now ;)

Sorted him out a full new wardrobe as well, wasn't into the stuff he use to wear, gotta be gold now bro and drippy af got the bros on the team asking where he get the fits from.

Xavier and our other new bros took the team to even bigger leagues, Captain is always looking for new players. You wanna be like Xavier don't u? 💛, you wanna be golden yea? 💛 U want this bro get kitted ;) 💛

Ended up on part 2 lol had some sick pics had to use em, might do more featuring Xavier what we think? 💛💛💛

Hot as always my bro 💛🔥

Face the Music

Part 1

How tf did I end up here, Starbucks, Saturday morning days already fucking up. Literally just went in for one of them matcha lattes and theres already some dude causing a headache.

'Ay dios mio, like serious bro!?' This guy's card had declined twice and despite the queue stood behind he wasn't gonna take no. Saw the guy the minute he walked in after me, ripped as hell, blonde curly hair, lotta gold jewellery and dressed in gold nikes, gold gym shorts and gold compression hoodie which no surprise he wore unzipped showing off the chains sitting on his pecs. The words 'narcissist' and 'douche' went through my head as I watched him finally relent and reach in his pocket for some notes.

'Charlie!' shouted the barista as she put my latte on the counter, after thanking her and turning round I went straight into the guy dressed in gold, or more he went into me, wayy too busy on his phone to notice mere mortals like me. Next thing I know my latte splashed all over the floor and my shoes, managed to dodge most of it but my vans were soaked with matcha, fucking great...

'Ohhh shiitt brooo!, I'm soo sorry' He seemed genuinely apologetic tbh, as he helped me pick up the now empty cup 'Its chill man' I said back, it wasn't, inside I was pissed but this dude looks like he could literally break a stick like me in half with them muscles. 'Lemme buy you another bro' I replied 'Its fine honest' but again he wasnt gonna take no 'No bro am serious its least I can do' he slapped my upper arm and turned back to the barista and ordered another.

'Yoo bro you wanna come chill with me for a bit, while your shoes like dry out?' Fuckk noo I usually avoid airheads like this guy like wtf do they talk about besides gym, sports, working out and who they fucked this week, I started to shake my head but he just smiled at me and nodded over to some chairs in the window. He dropped to the chair opposite as I perched on the edge of mine as he handed me my drink.

'Sooo what's your name my bro?' 'Charlie, I'm 26' I replied 'Ahhh sweet bro I'm Xavier am 26 too, sorry bout your kicks bro and your drink' he had a slight accent, kinda hispanic 'Its fine man seriously' I said while avoiding his gaze 'Nah bro it aint I feel so bad amigo' I really felt like saying, yeah you should maybe watch where your going, but the dude was just so chill about the whole thing 'Trust bro gotta help people out I'm a footballer and ur team is ur family bro gotta look after' I nodded and did a forced smile as I sipped my coffee he took a swig from his and then asked 'Soo what is it you do bro?' 'I'm in a band man' I said sheepishly 'Nooo wayy bro, you big like you on insta?' Jesus he already wants to follow me next thing he be wanting to be best of friends 'Not rlly that big we only do a few stuff locally' he nodded and grinned 'You need to get on socials bro you could be like loco popular' I have like no socials at the min, and the ones I do am quiet on 'Yeah I got nothing I wanna post about tho' he took another swig 'Trust bro you could be amazing' I just did a polite smile occasionally glancing at him through my fringe while slowly sipping my latte.

I finished it and placed it down which point he looked at my still damp shoes and said 'Ur kicks bro naa can't walk in them you wanna ride?' I shook my head he replied 'Is all good my bro wherever you wanna go I'll drop you' This point there aint much more I can do except go for it, let him drop me home and hopefully alone. He led me outta Starbucks to his car, a gold convertible Porsche, wow this guy must be earning as he got in, I took a breath and slid into the passenger seat.

The drive was kinda uneventful, apart from some smalltalk he didn't really say much other than ask my address, until we pulled up at mine that is 'Yo you wanna swap numbers bro?' I didn't expect that 'Um how common like we only just met?' I said 'Yeah bro but we kinda vibe if you get me you now amigo' he gave me a friendly shoulder punch and offered me his phone, gold cover of course and took mine to swap numbers he seemed to take a minute longer but eventually he handed it back 'Sweet bro, drop me a message sometime yea' 'Yeah okay sure man' He offered a fist bump and I gave a rather pathetic response and stepped out of the car.

About and hour after he dropped me off back home in Camden while I was chilling with the guitar I kept thinking about the guy who suddenly wants to be my bestie, I aint even a bit interested in sports but I think he's one of these new hot shot footballers with that team with the gold jerseys, wow he took that look to heart, I ended up looking on insta for any Xaviers in the area sure enough there he was subtle as always with his insta full of the sorta pics I expected.

"Day I joined up my bros, TEAM IS FAMILY!" Yep definitely one that treats his mates like they are related.

"New day new fit ;) like it up my bros" Definitely vain, very vain.

"Trainings life bros, remember that" Shitt so many pics on here of this guy in the gym, like he not do anything else other than gym, football and pose on here? Finally he had a story up posted today I had a cheeky look.

"Met a new amigo today, Charlie, if ur out there just know ur a real bro and hope u gonna have a blessed day" his story had some loud rap music over the top of it, kinda typical, but I was also kinda mortified about being name dropped in some guys story, especially one with this many followers, thank fuck he didn't tag me...

The day after was quiet apart from me not sleeping so I was tired af, band practice in the morning basically killed me, I was on my way home and then outta nowhere I got a message 'Soo my bro you doing good yea?' it was from Xavier, I sent back 'All good ty, just gonna head home I need sleep man' 'Ayy amigo message me later bro can speak after match yea' I just replied with 'Sure good luck ;)' I got home and basically collapsed on the bed, I still couldn't sleep tho so I broke out my airpods and got my playlist out, usual stuff tbh mostly rock and metal don't rlly listen to anything else besides it chills me out soo I can sleep.

After drifting in and out for idk how long I woke up, first thing I noticed was my music, it was drill sorta music, how tf? I never listen to this shit so how's it on my playlist. I clicked pause and it just went off, nowhere to be seen, huh must have lent of the phone or something, come to think of it it's the same sorta music in Xavier's story yesterday.

It was only half 1 so figured may as well have a walk out somewhere, town probably, I was still half awake and not rlly paying attention until I noticed across the street, This sports store selling hella golden clothes, kit etc, must be where Xavier shops since his entire life is pretty much gold at this point, my brain didn't tell me to do it but I ended up walking inside this place and right over to an expensive looking display of gold football kits, Xavier's kit, the music playing over the speakers was that same sorta drill rap on my playlist, the same on Xavier's story, like this shit is starting to get freaky man...

alwayz hot mah bro! 💛💛

Face the Music

Part 2

Part 1 here

What the actual fuck was I doing in here, this store full of golden street and sport wear for people like Xavier, airheads, like not even anything like me.

'Hey there bro what can I help you with?' a store attendant dressed in a gold hoodie swooned in on me. 'Um yea, am, fine thanks' the attendant looked me carefully 'Whats your name my guy?' he asked 'Um Charlie...' his face lit up 'Charlie Frost?' I nodded slowly, how tf this guy know who I am, he deffo don't look like your typical fan of my band... 'Thats great my bro, your a friend of Xavier's, he is one of our store partners, plus the we are lucky enough to be one of only a small number of stores to carry the official team kit of the team he plays for!' fml the guy already reckons we are bffs, probs told everyone he knows, great means half of London will know now based on how many followers he has...

'Well Xavier dropped by yesterday and we have a gift on hold for you, only his closest friends get VIP treatment so anything you need you let me know' My mind was a hive of questions and confusion right now, I'm suddenly one of "closest friends"? He dropped in here and left me a gift like surely he knew this is the kinda place I'd never shop at and what is this "gift" anyhows?

The attendant hurried back with a expensive looking gold bag, sorta like thing you find in designer stores, tied up oh so elegantly with a matching golden ribbon so I couldn't peek inside 'Here's your gift Mr Frost, compliments from Xavier, Captain Richard and the entire Golden Team' 'Thanks I guess' I said still confused while he handed me the bag 'Oh and remember if you need a wardrobe upgrade, friends of our partners and team members get a discount' I nodded with a forced smile 'Okay thanks, see you' great now I gotta walk home with this bright gold bag, looking like I just dropped mad dollar on whatever is inside.

Getting home and in my room I was eager to see what was in this bag, chances are it would be something I wouldn't never be seen out in, but curiosity wins, I untied the ribbon and lifted the tissue paper out, there was a note on top "Charlie amigo, this is again to say sorry for the latte, plus I thought it would suit you so well, enjoy my bro ;)" dude really feels bad about spilling a latte, most guys wouldn't give a shit, at least he does I thought while opening the tissue paper.

'OH FUCK NO!?' Inside was a full golden football kit, shirt, shorts socks and boots, Xavier's team, there was no name on the back of the shirt only a number 33, it was brand new though and felt so silky in my hands like the material was way sleeker than anything in my wardrobe. I kicked off my vans and jeans, slid my shirt off without even thinking, like my body just did without my brain telling it to, first the shorts, then socks, I then laced the boots up, perfect size, how tf he know? Finally I slid the shirt on.

Fuckk this felt weird, nice, but weird like wtf was I doing, I finally stood back and looked in the mirror.

Wtf Charlie like this is so not me.... fuck I look so good... where did that come from? The thought shot in and outta my head like a bullet like this shit is freaky, I couldn't stop looking myself up and down until my phone buzzed. It was Xavier, 'Brooo hope you enjoy it, saw it and thought would suit you so well amigo, speak later after gym yea' I had my thumbs ready to type, ready to ask a lotta questions about why, how, what but 'Yeah bro this feels amazing thanks soo much an speak later ;)' Still questioning my own mind at this point I yawned, still tired I thought i'd crash for a bit with my music and grab food later on, I was about to change but this material man, its sooo nice, like way it feels is perfect, I laid down on my bed, airpods in I got my playlist up again.

I drifted off to some metal, must have been fully asleep since my mind started to wander, was like the music began to warp, faded in and out at first but soon it sounded like classic rap, my mind wandered again, ton how good the kit was, how amazing it felt and how amazing it made Xavier look, like if only, I'm so skinny and pale to look that good, muscles would hella fill the sleeves of this kit up so nice.

Fuck that be hot, be so amazing to impress Xavier and his bros, nahhh emo like me aint ever gonna pull that, the drill music continued along with a almost unnoticeable 'BE GOLDEN BRO' far out in the background.

'FOOTBALL, TEAM, FAMILY, BROS, GYM, GOLDEN'

Bros are family man, what bros? Ur team of course, the team who's kit you wear and are proud of, a kit for football, never played it, nah bro you always wanted to. Like Xavier your bro, you wanna be just like.

Your bro who you there for, your team who are family, we are golden, gotta fit with it tho, what about my band? Bandmates are temporary, bros are forever, gotta be one, gotta be a bro, the drill rap gets louder.

Golden bros know the code, always, TRAIN, ugh yea we gotta sort this body out bro get ripped like Xavier, UR TEAM IS LIFE BRO, fuck owe it to Captain Richard, giving me a chance to play, FOOTBALL IS LIFE.

My phone buzzed and I woke up, Xavier 'Soo you gonna meet me at practice later bro?' I sent back 'Fk yea bro always' already had my kit on I opened my wardrobe, deffo needed more gold kit bro but is sound for now grabbing the car keys I set off.

New G-Wagen was sure gonna impress my bros, rap on the stereo, golden my bro I thought as I reached the pitch, fuck is like a golden sunrise today bro feel better than ever.

The team was already waiting, Dylan saw me approach 'Bros Kingston finally here!' I stepped out of the car slid my puffer off reveal the back of my kit "KINGSTON" "33" Captain Richard was waiting 'Kingston my bro you ever gonna turn up on time?' he grinned 'Captain you know me gotta keep em anticipating' the bros laughed we went to the field.

After practice Xavier came over 'You good my bro?' he put his arm round me 'Yea my bro was gonna ask u tho, need to get my socials sorted out u help me get sum reach?' he smiled 'Thought you'd never ask bro'.

Turns out bro is hot property, Team hooked me up with some sick clothes stores, when I aint playing, gotta get them insta followers, golden lifestyle is it bro.

"Remember my bros, gotta train that body to worship it"

"When life's GOLDEN aint nothing else to compare 💛"

"Team are family bro, without it no chance"

"#goldenarmy"

"Fit check, picked out by my bros @scott-golden9 and @dylangold20 ;)"

"Was a nobody once bros, I embraced Gold and became somebody, u want the same u gotta embrace, become a golden bro with us 💛"

Long story I know bros, more coming hopefully soon special thanks to @dylangold20 for helping me out with the idea for this one. Wanna be like Kingston and Xavier? Join us bros an message our Captain 💛💛

Just a few days ago, they were grindin' in the research and development field. Now they're out here hustlin' to sculpt those abs of steel and empty their balls.

💛💛💛

Revenge is a dish best served Gold

Part 2

Part 1 here

Where tf was he? I'd texted the little fuck like 20 times for him to come meet me downstairs and he hadn't showed. I'd seen him like sprint up the stairs, prob had lotta drink, but he never drinks not even at home so idek why he would be.

I went back inside, waded through the mass of people still partying and dragged myself up the stairs, swear down I never asking him again like, I aint his babysitter. Walking down the dim hallway I saw one door was ajar, all the others closed, something glinted in the room as I pushed open the door.

Fuck in the bedroom there was this golden figure, slightly taller than me, super muscular and completely covered in gold, kinda weird and freaky but idk it was kinda hot in a way, where tf was Ashton tho? I looked in the ensuite bathroom, nobody. On my way out I saw it, Ashton's hoodie that sleeveless black one he loves just on the floor, his jeans were also there as well as his vans, I checked the shoes, same size, picking up the hoodie it smelled of his Hollister body spray.

It was then my eyes moved to the gold figure, like was this some sick joke he was playing? I reached out slowly and touched its chest, it felt kinda warm, like a body, not something inanimate. I them moved my hand down to its central chest when I felt it... A heartbeat. This thing was alive! Whatever tf it was. I recoiled slowly, clutching Ashton's hoodie as if for protection from this thing, backing up slowly I felt for the door handle and slipped out of the room.

I shakily walked back down the hallway, almost looking over my shoulder, hoping to see Ashton jump out with a shitty grin on his face. I left the party didn't say bye to anyone, all I could think about was what I'd seen and wtf had happened to Ashton, as pathetic as the guy was it bothered me he hadn't replied, he usually replies like right away, and his clothes, next to that thing in the room like it had something to do with me not being able to find him.

I stayed up a little while, looking at my phone every few mins while occasionally taking a swig from the beer I got out the fridge. I'd already checked upstairs and he wasn't there, or in the bathroom, fuck this had me worried.

Eventually after two more beers I had to go to bed, like he's an adult but this aint like him at all, swear god if it turns out he's finally grown a pair and got laid imma actually kill the guy.

I barely slept, when I got up I felt like shit, I checked his room again, empty, downstairs was the same. While I was having coffee all I did was stare at the door.

I waited a bit, but eventually I needed a shower after last night, it might chill me out a bit. During my shower I heard noises in the house, quickly I got myself dried and threw on my stuff, when I went downstairs though that was when I saw him.

'Oye brooo how u sleep, sweet party last night huh?' he spoke in a slightly Spanish sounding accent, deep and masculine 'W-who the fuck are you?!' I stuttered slowly pacing away from this stranger in my living room 'Ey bro don't be like that u know who this is' he pulled on his shoes, gold air force one's matching the Gucci tracksuit he wore 'No s-seriously who tf are you!' I yelled 'Brooo where u been its me ur roomie' Wait... 'Ashton?!' I said wide eyed looking at this guy 'Yeaaa my bro but not Ashton anymore bro, had a lil upgrade yea its Diego now' what happened to him last night, there were a million questions I had 'What tf happened to you, I thought you vanished?' he smiled a cheeky smile 'Nah don't worry bout me my bro I just waiting for my ride, gotta get gym for session, if u wanna come u can, gotta get u some gear tho bro' I shook my head 'What about your clothes?' I reached out and pulled his sleeveless hoodie off the table and offered it to him 'That aint me anymore bro, gotta have the drip yano' he gestured at his Gucci tracksuit 'Oh and nice reaction to me last night bro, you looked so loco' my mind began to piece it together as he got up 'Wait... that was you... the golden statue in the bedroom... wtf was that?' he grinned as he slung his bag over his shoulder 'Like I said broo, lil upgrade, I gotta fly my bro I be back for u later' he then left, I scrambled to the window to see him get in a gold Range Rover waiting outside, the windows were dark so I didn't see who was behind the wheel.

This was crazy, like was I dreaming or high or something like how tf did little scrawny lad from Oklahoma somehow become this masculine, ripped, Hispanic dude wearing all gold, just like the guys at the party last night. I then went upstairs to get changed, I had a peek in his room, it was completely different, kinda dark and moody, football stuff everywhere, gym clothes and weights on the floor. I went in his wardrobe cupboard, it was filled with golden clothes, all typical guys drip, opposite of my style tbh, was all brands id never wear, Nike, Adidas, Gucci etc and a lotta gold trainers.

Hung in pride of place though was a gold football kit, boots as well. It was the same as the ones some guys were wearing at the party last night.

Must be Ashton's or "Diego" was almost as if I could hear his voice again, I pulled it off the hanger, feeling the silky material, 'C'mon my bro give it a try' I heard his voice in the back of my mind 'Trust bro u will love it' I started to strip before I knew what I was doing, pulling my t-shirt off kinda like my mind was phasing. I was about to slip it on when I heard Diego's voice again 'Nah my lil bro gotta do it props' my eyes were drawn to a basket with gold shiny Nike boxers sitting on the top, they looked brand new, fuck they looked hot.

I stepped outta my PJ shorts, even took off my socks before sliding on the boxers, they felt amazing, I loved my vintage stuff man, but fuck these felt so nice. I then put on the shirt, wow surprised it fit me, but it was perfect just like the boxers felt like the fabric glided over my skin like wtaf why did this feel so good, sooo not my sorta outfit.

I the heard Diego again 'Seee my lil bro don't that feel good' I nodded and the voice spoke again 'U gotta complete the look thooo my bro' my eyes looked around and landed on a pair of gold Nike tracksuit pants grabbing them I put them on, wanting to feel more of this stuff on my body almost like my skin was glowing, like a warmth across it. 'Now get some kicks on lil bro' I saw the gold Nike TNs waiting for me and slid my feet into them, only ever wore vintage shoes before these were like release, so comfy and looked so good, 'Now lil bro go check urself out' I slowly stepped towards the mirror in the corner.

This felt so wrong, I couldn't stop wearing it tho it felt so good, Diego looked amazing in his stuff this morning, I wanted to be like him, it was then I heard him 'Oye brooo you like it don't u, u wanna be like ur big bro' I looked at myself in the mirror, wearing this outfit, the image back at me began to distort slightly. Same time I felt the warmth on my skin get more intense, I saw my hair start to change, it got shorter and curlier starting to look like the sorta trim footballer lads have, I started to get nervous, my hair was like one of my best features, I don't wanna lose it 'Nahhh lil bro gotta get u looking like u belong in the kit' I heard Diego's voice again.

I saw my face start to de-age, body get slightly smaller and skin become smoother and tanned, starting to look like I was a teenager 'Lil bro you finally looking like u belong with us' the changes continued in the mirror as the final form took shape.

My reflection now looked like a Hispanic teenage football fan, my reflection grinned back at me looking in my eyes, I was frozen in place seeing those brown eyes look back at me, my eyes, I felt my thoughts starting to rewrite, vintage 70s clothes replaced with shiny gold streetwear and sports kit, drinking with mates replaced with training with bros at the gym, music replaced by football, my eyes started to glaze over as my body started to reshape itself, into a perfect version of my reflection, inside I was screaming but it felt so good inside. My new identity was taking shape in my mind I felt the new me Luis being born outta the old Matty, no longer the 25 year old vintage clothes and music obsessed narcissist, now the teenage football fan, not old enough to join the team yet but in training to follow my brother Diego's footsteps 'Yeeee my brother how's it feel' I replied my accent and voice unrecognisable '¡Órale! Bro this is amazing!' I felt my mind start to focus back as I saw my new self all I could do was grin my dumb face off.

Later on there was a honk outside, it was Diego, he yelled up from the street 'Yooo lil homie get down here got somethin to show!'

Coming out the door I saw it, my older bro, on the hood of his new ride 'It came lil bro finally picked it up what you think?'

'Broo this looks sickkk' I went to check it out with wide eyes, proud of my bro 'Now I aint gotta beg for rides off the team oye?'

This was my life now bros, Matty slowly faded to become a distant memory, maybe once in a while I would see a guy wearing 70s clothes and long hair in my thoughts but these were soon gone, replaced my Luis thoughts bout when my bros next game was, I gotta always watch him and the team play, if he can he always tried get me in the events to meet the bros. Captain Richard said me that when am lil older they gonna get me trained up as one of their new players since my bro says am so good already just gotta improve bro then one day imma be golden just like my idol my big bro Diego.

Seriously bro one day imma play for the team, and I can't wait 💛

You wanna be like Diego and Luis, join up an be part of Golden Army bros 💛💛💛

New tfs in works out soon ;)

yous no it bruuuv init

@scott-golden9 bro was overworking himself recently, busy writing and doing stuff and wasn't able to focus on himself and his bros... I decided to fix that.

I approached Scott while he was busy writing sum story for sumthing, I don't know but gave him one of my patented Roman Protein Shakes. I told him he looked tired and overworked and deserved 2 be rewarded for being such a good worker.

He drank the shake, gulping down all it's golden goodness, and wipes his mouth. I smirk as he kneels onto the floor... huhu, he won't know whatz comin to him! I grab his jaw gently with my thumb and pointer finger and have him tilt his head up to me. Rellllaaaaxxxx brah~ I tell him in a sing-song manner as I watch his eyes start to turn into golden spirals while he stares into my own eyes. I smirk as I feel his large muscles instantly start to relax. The knots in his muscles, the stress, the toxins, all of it was leaving his body in da form of Golden Sweat! I feel and watch his muscles turn relaxed and numb, and as a result, I can see his brain turning to straight up puddy, ready to be molded! I lean forward, letting his hypnotized eyes stare into mine as I whisper into his weak, Puddy brain:

Lift Sniff Grow Bro Lift Sniff Grow Bro

U reek U stink U leak No longer weak U reek U stink U leak No longer weak

U burp U fart U golden U gassy U burp U fart U golden U gassy

U a chav U alwayz a chav U a Golden chav Nuttin but a golden chav U a chav Alwayz a chav U a Golden Chav Nuttin but a golden chav After whispering him those sweet golden truths, I shave his blonde hair to a buzz-cut and grab mah camera before taking a photo.

Huhu, he's letting his Roman Bro think 4 him now huhu.

Anywayz! I continued to stare into his golden eyes as mah hands runned along his huge muscles, feeling that they tense up and compress when I touch them, becoming smaller yet stronger! From the bottom of his calves to his glutes to his pecs and even his forearms, all of it compresses as I dance my hands across his muscles. Unfortunately for Scott though, all of his golden sweat of worries and thoughts isnt leavin his skin.... oh well huhu So, once I feel that he is properlly changed and relaxed, I grab a golden Tracksuit made just for him, and put it on him. I snap him out of his trance

Huhuhu, Welcome Chav Scott, howz u feelin???

Oh shiz brah, I forgot to clean u da remainz of ur brainz! huhu. Keep talking to me brah while I clean u up, call me ur "bruv" and keep saying how good feeling dumb and Chav-like feels. I like hearing it brah, too bad u can barely remember ur past or even what u were working on....

Once I finished cleaning him, I took off his smelly tracksuit, much to his protest, and put a spandex muscle-tee on him.

Huhu, brah, Scott, hope u enjoy being a Chav, bc I don know how to revert u back

So to all my brahz out there...

Say Hello to da NEW AND IMPROVED CHAV-SCOTT BRUV.

yous no it bruv now get wershipin ya chav gods init

( TF story 4 mah broz @golden-logan10, @scott-golden9 and @toxicafaesthetic) Zeus and Hercules were best buddies growing up. Coming from a small town in rural Texas, they grew up together as their families knew each other heavily. During Easter time, Zeus and Hercules would find shiny, golden eggs together as their families discussed grown-up topics, during the 4th of July they would salute the flag together and play with Roman Candles, but their favorite time together was when they played Football on Thanksgiving. Football soon became their bonding activity, for Hercules was exceptionally strong and made for a great Linebacker, while Zeus was Agile with a capital A and made for a great Wide receiver. They grow up playing football, growing to love the sport to the point of reaching the thresh hold of obsession, but they still had another dream; to travel to the United Kingdom after college. Time passed and they grew up, playing football first in Middle School and being the best players on the team. Then they went to High School and were immediately in first string Varsity. Eventually, during their senior year, they would end up as D1 athletes. As a result of working out and playing football for their entire youth, when they both blew out their candles on their shared 18th birthday, they were truly the strongest people in their small town. Alas, they had to leave the small town and head to a big city college, but they both managed to get to the same college on a sports scholarship. At college they were inseparable. Every class they shared, every schedule was the same, it was as if the gods above didn't want them to separate. They even were able to keep their same football positions on the college football team! Life was truly a dream, and yet they still had one wish left: to visit the United Kingdom. Time passed and they completed their classes. with great difficulty, and they were the posterchildren of the schools football team. They managed to graduate, and the College memorialized them with Hercules and Zeus in their gear posing.

Additionally, their families chose to send them tickets to fulfill their dreams. These shiny, golden tickets were a round trip to the United Kingdom! Hercules and Zeus partied that night, celebrating the fulfillment of their wish.

The next day rolls around, and they pack up their items and head off to the airport. Time passes, they go through security, they get their luggage put away, and they board the plane. Antsy with excitement and anticipation, they begin to sweat in their seats, having to open up their shirts. Unfortunately for the other passengers, they forgot to put on deodorant before getting on the plane, oops.

Anyways, the plane takes off during the sunrise, but little did Hercules and Zeus know, that they would not be returning home to the Texas.

.

.

.

They land in the glorious United Kingdom!

After getting through the airport, they decide to go sight seeing across the city of London. From riding the London eye to watching Big Ben tick away, they loved walking around the city.

However, Hercules and Zeus find themselves in the less developed parts of London after traveling all day. They find themselves taking a short-cut to make it back to the better parts of London. As they are walking through some dirty alleyways, they come across a large, in charge, and incredibly muscular Chav with the name Logan on his clothes. He smirks at Hercules and Zeus, who themselves get a weird vibe from the dude. It also doesn't help that he smells worse than they do, as if he doesn't know what deodorant is. The stranger introduces himself as Logan and asks them if they are in need of some cologne. Hercules and Zeus look at each other, and nod, for they know they do since they themselves left their own colognes at their hotel. The Chav, who introduces himself as Logan, smirks and extends his hand*

And in his hand is the cologne. It looks incredibly cheap and smelling odd, it still stirs the good smell receptors of Hercules and Zeus. They hand Logan some cash and take the cologne.

Logan walks away, stuffing the cash into his baggy pants, leaving Hercules and Zeus to look at the cologne. They both look at each other, and smile. Hercules uncaps the cologne, its smell wafting towards his nose and causing his brain cells to get a bit fuzzy. He then sprays himself and Zeus with the cologne, and puts the cap on again. They both sniff the air, and cough, finding that the cologne has a potent after smell that reeks of... unwashed armpits and jockstraps. They look at each other, worried that they were scammed into buying ineffective cologne.

Unfortunately for them, they did not.

At the same moment, both of their minds clench in an excruciating headache, as if their brain cells were exploding on mass inside their heads. They keel forward and grab their heads, both in pain. Unbeknownst to them however, they are starting to leak golden drool, which is their brain leaving through their mouth. They can only grunt and groan in discomfort and pain as the cologne, stuck and wafting from their skin, keeps flooding into their brains. it is exploding and getting rid of every ounce of brain cell it can find, wanting to purge the brains of the two jocks. Simultaneously, their bodies begin to change. Their muscles expand, the already well-developed coils of muscles flexing and expanding, starting to tear the seams of their clothes. Each muscle fiber ripping and straining, before expanding outwards in a mass growth effect. Their shredded clothes hang to their now overly muscular bodies as thick, blonde hairs sprout from their pits and nether regions. The dense, bushy, blonde hairs already begin to smell, as if they were unwashed and kept sweaty since Hercules and Zeus were 18. Additionally, their feet even tear their white sneakers, leaving them bare-foot!

However, not all is lost, for the headache begins to feel less painful... and actually more pleasurable, as most of the brain cells are completely gone, turned into golden drool that still leaks from their mouths. This pleasure only intensifies as their clothes begin to reform, but they are majorly different. The clothes are now shiny and golden stereotypical Chav clothes. The smell unwashed, and are kind of small, as if Hercules and Zeus never had enough Quid to properly replace their clothes. Their torn shoes soon turn into shiny, golden trainers that reek to the heavens of foot funk and caked sweat. Lastly, their once sizable meat-sticks and fruits expand within their now briefs, their meat-sticks turning into thick, juicy sausage as their fruits grow heavy and swollen with Golden and sticky Chav goo!

After all this, the two find themselves completely and utterly brainless, as the golden drool dries up due to no brain left in their now hollow heads. However, the Cologne fixes that, for it begins to rebuild their brains, but from the ground up. Gone are the former Texan football players, replaced by memories and personalities of two Chav Bruvs growing up in the outskirts of London. Their memories from their childhood are replaced too, for since they were of legal age, they were drinking cheap beer, smoking fags, working out, playing Footie, and being hyper-sexual fuck-bros. Additionally, their personalities change too. They find themselves extremely arrogant, aggressive, cocky, and dominant, with little care for those that aren't their bruvs. The cologne solidifies this by making them drool one gold one last time, and having their eyes turn into golden spirals, leaving their thick, juicy sausages leaking in their now golden and shiny clothes.

They start to chuckle, first softly, then they grab their thick bulges and chuckle like dopes. They look at each other, and smirk. Loving their new looks. For gone are the old Texan Hercules and Zeus, replaced by Chav versions of themselves.

They walk out of the alleyway, cologne in hand, and find Logan facing away from them. He is smirking however, having smelt the putrid musk of his new Chav bruvs a kilometer away. His face straightens as he extends his hand. He asks his new bruv's if they would like to join da chav life, and they smirk like complete idiots and nod their heads.

. . .

Times passes, and Logan, Hercules, and Zeus are all bruv's now. They drink beer. They smoke fags. They work out. They box. They play footie, although their large sizes tend to slow them down, they are hyper-sexual, and they smell each others stank daily! Hercules and Zeus, now nicknamed Chavules and Chavus, are sitting upon golden thrones in the Bruv house. They are going to meet a local gay bro who offered to sniff their trainers and worship their jockstraps, and they couldn't say no. No homo tho! They stare at the doors opposite their thrones, waiting impatiently, their sausages throbbing.

However, they don't wait long, for a knock is heard at the door. They smirk, and give each other a bruv-bump. Life is good now. Life is simple. Being a chav is easy. No thoughts. No worries. Only being a smelly, swole, and stinky Chav.

so fucked in a good wayz bruv 💪🏼😈💛

(( @scott-golden9 aka Hercules)

(( set in da “real world”

*I have just recently finished my college work for my Political-Science class. I sigh, rubbing my forehead as I have a stress headache from writing an analysis paper. As i am packing up, I text my roommate, asking if hes in the dorm. I pack up my laptop, but before I fully close it... I receive an email stating that there has been a roommate switch. I sigh and clench the bridge of my nose with my hand. First a stressful night, and now this?! Ugh! I slam my laptop shut and pack up. Heading to my dorm-room......*

5 Minutes Later

*I arrive at my dorm hall and scan my keycard to enter my dorm room. I notice however that the paint of the scanner has turned to a metallic gold, odd. This has to be a joke. I scowl and punch in the keycode to fully unlock the door... and yet the smell of potent, unwashed crotch and foot is wafting around me, where is it coming from? I unlock the door and open it, seeing that it is dark inside my dorm room and that the window is shut. I do however get hit with a small wave of actual heat and a much larger wave of quite musky crotch and foot. I cough and enter my room, slamming the door shut. Did my roommate suddenly leave behind a years worth of unwashed socks?! I waft the stale, hot, musky air, trying to find the fan system to get fresh air circulating through the room. However, I accidently enter the bedroom section of the dorm in the darkness, and hit the lightswitch. My eyes are flashbanged and I cough, covering my eyes. Once I feel that my eyes are used to the light, I remove my hand.... only to see something that I wouldve never expected in my entire life...*

Hercules: “Sup Bruv, u thought u culd escape me in da reel wurld? Nah fam, u cnt ‘scape me bruv. Ur mah bitch, and I don let mah bitchez leave meh. So, ‘M ur roomie now bruv, ur beta-bitch of a “roomie” is now mah muski Sneekrs, and I did sum golden decor to get rid of da beta energy of da ruum. Also, u can burrow sum of mah smaller sneakrs frum wen I was a yung Scally Chav. Now, bruv, dere gonna be sum changes around here now. 1st rule change, u belong 2 me now.”

*I gulp…. Im so fucked*

Looking right lush innit. Hot as fuck and in the flesh. Witness Alpha energy, effortless insufferable confidence, not that fake crap.

Unlike all these ‘gold’ AI chav wannabe wankers. Numbered and uniformed like real basic lads. I do love to see it. Guys filling their intended roles. Ye. But we know there’s only one true gold standard on here. One Number 1 player. The real deal. The GOAT.

Me.

So much so, the ‘team captain’ ( @hypnogold ) of this ‘Gold Army’ of beta chavs begged to see me wearing gold. ‘Oh please Sir’. Lmfao. And bruvs, I just can’t turn down the opportunity to showoff and put some guys in their fucking place. Let them dream about being me. Leave me stuck in their little empty heads. 24/7. Their top recruiter ( @scott-golden9 ) feels similarly, enjoys following orders - like an AI chat bot. Enjoys being a number, a cog in the machine. Gold number 9.

If you feel the same, pfft - maybe you’re thick and dumb enough to join their ranks. Conforming might just be for you. If so, why not comment and say ‘i’m gold’. Recruitment awaits.

Now, mates, that’s propa fucking golden. 😂

Yeaaa bruv

I thought this whole ‘gold army’ thing was fucking stupid. Being assigned a number, beholden to mindless groupthink. A dumb idea, something only idiots would get involved with. I was above that. Better than to fall for such crap.

Then my bro @dale-gold3 made me put on the shiny football jersey. Sez I been ‘recruited’ innit. That it my time to let go and join. To be ‘humbled’. I tried to resist rite, but the glow caught me in a daze. It felt propa gud ngl. The silky material across my skin, the dull pleasure it sent to me ‘ead. I couldn’t stop staring, admiring at how it looked on me. And then I realised sumthing.

I was right - the gold thing, it is dumb.

Dumb. Ye. Dats y its a perfect fit 4 me and my thick fuk’in head. Huhuhuhuh!

I belonged ‘ere. Gold 4 life innit. I’m player number 40. Dean. Right winger. Come join us and leave your smarts behind! It’s sick af! Lets gooo brooos! 💛💛

@scott-golden9 bro was overworking himself recently, busy writing and doing stuff and wasn't able to focus on himself and his bros... I decided to fix that.

I approached Scott while he was busy writing sum story for sumthing, I don't know but gave him one of my patented Roman Protein Shakes. I told him he looked tired and overworked and deserved 2 be rewarded for being such a good worker.

He drank the shake, gulping down all it's golden goodness, and wipes his mouth. I smirk as he kneels onto the floor... huhu, he won't know whatz comin to him! I grab his jaw gently with my thumb and pointer finger and have him tilt his head up to me. Rellllaaaaxxxx brah~ I tell him in a sing-song manner as I watch his eyes start to turn into golden spirals while he stares into my own eyes. I smirk as I feel his large muscles instantly start to relax. The knots in his muscles, the stress, the toxins, all of it was leaving his body in da form of Golden Sweat! I feel and watch his muscles turn relaxed and numb, and as a result, I can see his brain turning to straight up puddy, ready to be molded! I lean forward, letting his hypnotized eyes stare into mine as I whisper into his weak, Puddy brain:

Lift Sniff Grow Bro Lift Sniff Grow Bro

U reek U stink U leak No longer weak U reek U stink U leak No longer weak

U burp U fart U golden U gassy U burp U fart U golden U gassy

U a chav U alwayz a chav U a Golden chav Nuttin but a golden chav U a chav Alwayz a chav U a Golden Chav Nuttin but a golden chav After whispering him those sweet golden truths, I shave his blonde hair to a buzz-cut and grab mah camera before taking a photo.

Huhu, he's letting his Roman Bro think 4 him now huhu.

Anywayz! I continued to stare into his golden eyes as mah hands runned along his huge muscles, feeling that they tense up and compress when I touch them, becoming smaller yet stronger! From the bottom of his calves to his glutes to his pecs and even his forearms, all of it compresses as I dance my hands across his muscles. Unfortunately for Scott though, all of his golden sweat of worries and thoughts isnt leavin his skin.... oh well huhu So, once I feel that he is properlly changed and relaxed, I grab a golden Tracksuit made just for him, and put it on him. I snap him out of his trance

Huhuhu, Welcome Chav Scott, howz u feelin???

Oh shiz brah, I forgot to clean u da remainz of ur brainz! huhu. Keep talking to me brah while I clean u up, call me ur "bruv" and keep saying how good feeling dumb and Chav-like feels. I like hearing it brah, too bad u can barely remember ur past or even what u were working on....

Once I finished cleaning him, I took off his smelly tracksuit, much to his protest, and put a spandex muscle-tee on him.

Huhu, brah, Scott, hope u enjoy being a Chav, bc I don know how to revert u back

So to all my brahz out there...

Say Hello to da NEW AND IMPROVED CHAV-SCOTT BRUV.

( TF story 4 mah broz @golden-logan10, @scott-golden9 and @toxicafaesthetic) Zeus and Hercules were best buddies growing up. Coming from a small town in rural Texas, they grew up together as their families knew each other heavily. During Easter time, Zeus and Hercules would find shiny, golden eggs together as their families discussed grown-up topics, during the 4th of July they would salute the flag together and play with Roman Candles, but their favorite time together was when they played Football on Thanksgiving. Football soon became their bonding activity, for Hercules was exceptionally strong and made for a great Linebacker, while Zeus was Agile with a capital A and made for a great Wide receiver. They grow up playing football, growing to love the sport to the point of reaching the thresh hold of obsession, but they still had another dream; to travel to the United Kingdom after college. Time passed and they grew up, playing football first in Middle School and being the best players on the team. Then they went to High School and were immediately in first string Varsity. Eventually, during their senior year, they would end up as D1 athletes. As a result of working out and playing football for their entire youth, when they both blew out their candles on their shared 18th birthday, they were truly the strongest people in their small town. Alas, they had to leave the small town and head to a big city college, but they both managed to get to the same college on a sports scholarship. At college they were inseparable. Every class they shared, every schedule was the same, it was as if the gods above didn't want them to separate. They even were able to keep their same football positions on the college football team! Life was truly a dream, and yet they still had one wish left: to visit the United Kingdom. Time passed and they completed their classes. with great difficulty, and they were the posterchildren of the schools football team. They managed to graduate, and the College memorialized them with Hercules and Zeus in their gear posing.

Additionally, their families chose to send them tickets to fulfill their dreams. These shiny, golden tickets were a round trip to the United Kingdom! Hercules and Zeus partied that night, celebrating the fulfillment of their wish.

The next day rolls around, and they pack up their items and head off to the airport. Time passes, they go through security, they get their luggage put away, and they board the plane. Antsy with excitement and anticipation, they begin to sweat in their seats, having to open up their shirts. Unfortunately for the other passengers, they forgot to put on deodorant before getting on the plane, oops.

Anyways, the plane takes off during the sunrise, but little did Hercules and Zeus know, that they would not be returning home to the Texas.

.

.

.

They land in the glorious United Kingdom!

After getting through the airport, they decide to go sight seeing across the city of London. From riding the London eye to watching Big Ben tick away, they loved walking around the city.

However, Hercules and Zeus find themselves in the less developed parts of London after traveling all day. They find themselves taking a short-cut to make it back to the better parts of London. As they are walking through some dirty alleyways, they come across a large, in charge, and incredibly muscular Chav with the name Logan on his clothes. He smirks at Hercules and Zeus, who themselves get a weird vibe from the dude. It also doesn't help that he smells worse than they do, as if he doesn't know what deodorant is. The stranger introduces himself as Logan and asks them if they are in need of some cologne. Hercules and Zeus look at each other, and nod, for they know they do since they themselves left their own colognes at their hotel. The Chav, who introduces himself as Logan, smirks and extends his hand*

And in his hand is the cologne. It looks incredibly cheap and smelling odd, it still stirs the good smell receptors of Hercules and Zeus. They hand Logan some cash and take the cologne.

Logan walks away, stuffing the cash into his baggy pants, leaving Hercules and Zeus to look at the cologne. They both look at each other, and smile. Hercules uncaps the cologne, its smell wafting towards his nose and causing his brain cells to get a bit fuzzy. He then sprays himself and Zeus with the cologne, and puts the cap on again. They both sniff the air, and cough, finding that the cologne has a potent after smell that reeks of... unwashed armpits and jockstraps. They look at each other, worried that they were scammed into buying ineffective cologne.

Unfortunately for them, they did not.

At the same moment, both of their minds clench in an excruciating headache, as if their brain cells were exploding on mass inside their heads. They keel forward and grab their heads, both in pain. Unbeknownst to them however, they are starting to leak golden drool, which is their brain leaving through their mouth. They can only grunt and groan in discomfort and pain as the cologne, stuck and wafting from their skin, keeps flooding into their brains. it is exploding and getting rid of every ounce of brain cell it can find, wanting to purge the brains of the two jocks. Simultaneously, their bodies begin to change. Their muscles expand, the already well-developed coils of muscles flexing and expanding, starting to tear the seams of their clothes. Each muscle fiber ripping and straining, before expanding outwards in a mass growth effect. Their shredded clothes hang to their now overly muscular bodies as thick, blonde hairs sprout from their pits and nether regions. The dense, bushy, blonde hairs already begin to smell, as if they were unwashed and kept sweaty since Hercules and Zeus were 18. Additionally, their feet even tear their white sneakers, leaving them bare-foot!

However, not all is lost, for the headache begins to feel less painful... and actually more pleasurable, as most of the brain cells are completely gone, turned into golden drool that still leaks from their mouths. This pleasure only intensifies as their clothes begin to reform, but they are majorly different. The clothes are now shiny and golden stereotypical Chav clothes. The smell unwashed, and are kind of small, as if Hercules and Zeus never had enough Quid to properly replace their clothes. Their torn shoes soon turn into shiny, golden trainers that reek to the heavens of foot funk and caked sweat. Lastly, their once sizable meat-sticks and fruits expand within their now briefs, their meat-sticks turning into thick, juicy sausage as their fruits grow heavy and swollen with Golden and sticky Chav goo!

After all this, the two find themselves completely and utterly brainless, as the golden drool dries up due to no brain left in their now hollow heads. However, the Cologne fixes that, for it begins to rebuild their brains, but from the ground up. Gone are the former Texan football players, replaced by memories and personalities of two Chav Bruvs growing up in the outskirts of London. Their memories from their childhood are replaced too, for since they were of legal age, they were drinking cheap beer, smoking fags, working out, playing Footie, and being hyper-sexual fuck-bros. Additionally, their personalities change too. They find themselves extremely arrogant, aggressive, cocky, and dominant, with little care for those that aren't their bruvs. The cologne solidifies this by making them drool one gold one last time, and having their eyes turn into golden spirals, leaving their thick, juicy sausages leaking in their now golden and shiny clothes.

They start to chuckle, first softly, then they grab their thick bulges and chuckle like dopes. They look at each other, and smirk. Loving their new looks. For gone are the old Texan Hercules and Zeus, replaced by Chav versions of themselves.

They walk out of the alleyway, cologne in hand, and find Logan facing away from them. He is smirking however, having smelt the putrid musk of his new Chav bruvs a kilometer away. His face straightens as he extends his hand. He asks his new bruv's if they would like to join da chav life, and they smirk like complete idiots and nod their heads.

. . .

Times passes, and Logan, Hercules, and Zeus are all bruv's now. They drink beer. They smoke fags. They work out. They box. They play footie, although their large sizes tend to slow them down, they are hyper-sexual, and they smell each others stank daily! Hercules and Zeus, now nicknamed Chavules and Chavus, are sitting upon golden thrones in the Bruv house. They are going to meet a local gay bro who offered to sniff their trainers and worship their jockstraps, and they couldn't say no. No homo tho! They stare at the doors opposite their thrones, waiting impatiently, their sausages throbbing.

However, they don't wait long, for a knock is heard at the door. They smirk, and give each other a bruv-bump. Life is good now. Life is simple. Being a chav is easy. No thoughts. No worries. Only being a smelly, swole, and stinky Chav.

(( @scott-golden9 aka Hercules)

(( set in da “real world” Big Mistake, Beta (1)

*I have just recently finished my college work for my Political-Science class. I sigh, rubbing my forehead as I have a stress headache from writing an analysis paper. As i am packing up, I text my roommate, asking if hes in the dorm. I pack up my laptop, but before I fully close it... I receive an email stating that there has been a roommate switch. I sigh and clench the bridge of my nose with my hand. First a stressful night, and now this?! Ugh! I slam my laptop shut and pack up. Heading to my dorm-room......*

5 Minutes Later

*I arrive at my dorm hall and scan my keycard to enter my dorm room. I notice however that the paint of the scanner has turned to a metallic gold, odd. This has to be a joke. I scowl and punch in the keycode to fully unlock the door... and yet the smell of potent, unwashed crotch and foot is wafting around me, where is it coming from? I unlock the door and open it, seeing that it is dark inside my dorm room and that the window is shut. I do however get hit with a small wave of actual heat and a much larger wave of quite musky crotch and foot. I cough and enter my room, slamming the door shut. Did my roommate suddenly leave behind a years worth of unwashed socks?! I waft the stale, hot, musky air, trying to find the fan system to get fresh air circulating through the room. However, I accidently enter the bedroom section of the dorm in the darkness, and hit the lightswitch. My eyes are flashbanged and I cough, covering my eyes. Once I feel that my eyes are used to the light, I remove my hand.... only to see something that I wouldve never expected in my entire life...*

Hercules: “Sup Bruv, u thought u culd escape me in da reel wurld? Nah fam, u cnt ‘scape me bruv. Ur mah bitch, and I don let mah bitchez leave meh. So, ‘M ur roomie now bruv, ur beta-bitch of a “roomie” is now mah muski Sneekrs, and I did sum golden decor to get rid of da beta energy of da ruum. Also, u can burrow sum of mah smaller sneakrs frum wen I was a yung Scally Chav. Now, bruv, dere gonna be sum changes around here now. 1st rule change, u belong 2 me now.”

*I gulp…. Im so fucked*

You'd found the tracksuit while looking on Vinted for new clothes, and had to have them. They were cheap too, so it just made sense to you to buy them, and the horny feeling you got just looking at the picture of them was enough to convince you.

A few days later and they arrived, and you were more than eager to try them on. As you slipped them on, you could feel your cock hardening, stiffening in the trackie pants that youd decided to go commando in. You gave your cock a quick tug, then slipped the hoodie on, caving into the urge to wear it without a shirt. The clothes smelled of sweat and cheap lynx deoderant, which youd noticed when opening them, but the scent was stronger now you wore them, invading your nostrils and overpowering all other smells in your room.

It was driving you insane, making your brain fog and lose focus, you smelled like a lad, a chav, and it was great. What you didn't realise, lost in pleasure, eyes closed and hands feeling up your body, was that you were growing. Your muscles becoming more lean, your height increases to a solid 6 feet, and a beard growing in on your face. Your bones were becoming more angular, cutting a hard jawline, and making you have a more tough, chavvy look. A tattoo was forming on the back of your right hand, and your hair was shortening into a cut more befitting of you new form. As you fondled your cock it grew, resting at a solid 7 inches with the foreskin back, uncut. Your balls felt full and heavy, and you could smell the combination of the musk, deoderant, and smell of smoke that now came from your body as well as the clothes. It was overwhelming you, making you blank and docile as it reworked your mind. New thoughts were seeping in, dumber, hornier thoughts, of how hot you were and how much you needed a cig.

Memories were seeping in too, of playing footie with your mates, or running an only fans, findomming pathetic subs and working out every so often to stay in shape. You were jerking off, waves of pleasure coursing through your being, and those waves carried new language, vocabulary, and a new name. Aaron. That's right, you were Aaron. A propa lad through and through.

Aaron came, soaking his, no your, trackies, and headed out to play footie with your mates, and get some booze on the way, probably nicking the beer like the badass you were.

Chav yeah?

I wish to be a rude and hot chav

Look at me, I'm god damn beautiful, but I hate that about me. I wanted something more. Something more twisted. I wanted to be a Scally Chav. I made my wish to the wishmaster. and almost immediately the changes began.

Fuck it felt good.

I was letting myself go, letting the new me takeover.

Fuck Yeah.

I could feel the new me taking over. A tat seals my fate as my jumper changes to something more suited to me. A chain wrapped around my neck setting my fate, my dick was so hard mate I couldn't think straight.

Next thing I know I'm sitting there with my mates, hard and needed to get fucked up. I really want my dick sucked by one of the fuckers that worshipped us.

there he was waiting for me bruv. Sexy and ready to get his ass pounded by a real man.

And this chav didn't disappoint, his ass would be raw by the time he left my side that night I can tell you. FUCK YEAH!

The last drop of his saliva slowly fell from his mouth and into mine, sealing my fate as his latest chavvy fuck toy.

We'd met in the pub and bounded over the football. I wasn't super interested but had taken an interest in the euros after being forced to take part in a sweepstakes in the office.

He encouraged me to get more into and said if I really wanted to support my sweepstakes team I had to look that part.

We went to a sports shop where he picked out new clothes for me. Football tops, joggers, trainers, socks, and even a hat. I won't lie, the feeling of the material against my body did begin to turn me on.

His comments about how fit I looked didn't help matters.

We went back to his place for a couple of cans, which quickly became several. In my drunken state I didn't resist when he put the chain and padlock around my neck. Before I could even say anything back he held my neck and pulled my face to his.

I let his tongue invade my mouth, savouring the taste of his saliva and cheap beer. Slowly I felt my mind becoming cloudy, less clear, less certain about things.

He was in complete control of me. Thoughts of work and complex tasks were rapidly reformed into new memories and desires. My life now was orientated only around lads, football and cock. Its all I ever wanted and needed.

I look up to him as he smiles at his latest creation. My eyes wander down to his crotch and I feel myself begin to drool.

Hey..love ya blog and i have noticed so many chavs have cropped up in my town everywhere lately...not sure what is going..do you know anything?

The Chav Snap

Of course, the answer is quite simple. It was me. I made them that way. What can I say, I was bored. And when I have nothing better to do I like to snap my fingers and watch stuck up nerds instantaneously change into moronic alpha chavs. Eh, it’s a hobby. All I have to do is point at them and say ‘CHAV’. Doesn’t matter where they are; in the middle of town, in a take away restaurant, standing at a urinal. If I want a crude dolt, I get one.

Trust me, it’s a lot of fun. Watching that split second fear in their eyes before it settles on that dim far off look. The mouth curling into a permanent confident scowl. The low ‘duuuhhh’ slipping out in their heavy working class accent - their vocabulary range now on par with that of a children’s book. It all happens in a matter of seconds, there’s barely any time to react to what’s happening, let alone stop it.

All their nerdy clothes with their video game graphic tees quickly deform into a bunch of sports gear: tracksuits, TN trainers, a huge puffer jacket that just screams ‘egocentric shithead’. I want to see socks pulled over grey joggers and a fashion sense dictated by overpriced brands. And what I want, I get. A big fat chain hanging around their dense neck, oh what fun! The loud abrasive trap beats blaring from their phone let’s everyone around them know they’re one to avoid. And that’s before you get a whiff of the intense scent of body odour and cheap deodorant radiating from their lanky bodies.

But that’s obviously not all, i’ve got to make sure every inch of them looks the part. That messy long hair shortening to a proper lads cut: a brutal high fade. It gives you a perfect view of those overly wide primitive foreheads and heavy Neanderthal brows. Their unremarkable bodies become fit with lean muscle. Growing taller with lanky thick legs and big sweaty feet. And the cocks! Huge, heavy dongs snaking down their legs, ready to find a hole to fill. You can see them tenting from a mile away.

Once they’re finished and get over that initial daze, they’ll be off to their new job down at the building site, forgetting they ever had skills beyond lifting heavy blocks of cement. Or if they’re feeling really adventurous, down at the sewage plant where they’re spend their time unclogging raw waste. Wouldn’t that be a fascinating occupation? Working at an office in front of a computer all day is boring after-all…don’t you agree? Honestly I’m helping out the town, who else is gonna do all these undesirable, underpaid, smelly jobs? You? It’s been a boon for unemployment rates! Sure, maybe there’s been an influx of anti social behaviour and sureeee, you can’t walk 5 steps without being called a twat by some barely literate moron smoking a vape. But progress always has it’s minor setbacks. Before long, basically everyone here will a certified, antisocial fathead. The educational system is already struggling, I’m just helping free up some space. Furthermore, there’s never been so many busy barbers in town before, they almost make up 50% of shops, now that they’re stuffed with a plague of chavs looking to top up their fades.

Intelligence is a quality no longer needed for such a simple lifestyle, so I sap it all away from their ape-like brains. The same goes for any sense of manners or inhibitions. So what if they want to crudely scratch their nuts in public. Well, nothing’s gonna stop them now. Heteronormative is the word of the day, and it’s the word that perfectly encapsulates my horde of idiotic scallies. Who they were before isn’t important, chavdom accepts all. No matter their race, gender or sexuality; they all end up as alpha fuckboys. Ingrained with the desire to fuck and breed anything that has a pulse. Dumb as a door knob. And proud of it.

Remember, i’m not evil, just bored. And you know what, i’m feeling mighty bored right now. Hey, what does your t-shirt say? ‘Ask me about C++’? Oh dear. I’ll ask about it in a few seconds, just hold still. I think the stench of raw sewage is in your near future. It’ll all be over before you can say ‘shiiiite’.

CHAV.

*snap*

Hi. I've been wanting to write to you for a long time… I'm a generally obedient normal guy. Work, friends, and all that. But lately, it's not so desirable to become a rebel. Quit everything, smoke and hang out with the brothers, becoming a skinhead or a chav. I don't know how to explain it…

What you really need, bro, is a tight AF squad full of hella dope homies. Like, super ripped bros who got your back no matter what! And you definitely need a fresh gig, man. You're a pro at collecting that protection dough and blowing up ATMs. You feelin' me, or nah? Sorry, my bad, but my Albanian skills are like, non-existent… You just didn't grind in school long enough to pick up another language. It's all good though, 'cause you speak the language of the streets. You're straight-up fluent in that vibe!

CHAVTF Clothes Make the Man

Frederik liked walking through the rougher neighborhood between his office and home after work in the evening. It was a detour, but he loved the atmosphere—kind of trashy, lower-class, but definitely masculine. Real dudes stood outside corner pubs, drinking beers. Rowdy teens in tracksuits spat on the street in front of him, adjusting their junk like it was nothing. Frederik was almost 50. He had never dared to come out. His attempts at sex with women, and even one man, were pathetic. The closest he got to the men who turned him on was walking past them. He might have had a cool job and made decent money, but his life? It was miserable.

The shop window he stopped in front of had never caught his eye before. "CHAVTF" was the name. The display wasn’t exactly stylish—just old-school mannequins wearing Adidas tracksuits, Ben Sherman shirts, and Lonsdale tank tops. Clothes that his fantasies wore. He had to go inside. The only person there was the guy behind the counter, talking on the phone, and to Frederik's surprise, smoking inside. The shop smelled like smoke and sweaty men in cheap, synthetic tracksuits. Frederik didn’t get hard—he never really did anymore—but his underwear got damp from precum.

He stood by a rack of shiny synthetic clothing: T-shirts, shorts, tracksuits. One tracksuit practically called to him—a white and gray one, like some kind of snow camo. He checked for the largest size. XL. It was going to be tight, but he had to try it on. Grabbing the tracksuit and his laptop bag, he headed to the only fitting room he could find. The floor wasn’t particularly clean, and it took some effort to strip down and stand there in just his socks. He slipped into the tracksuit. No mirror in the changing room, though. He didn’t take off his polished black Oxfords, even if they didn’t match. He wasn’t about to walk through the shop in socks, and leaving his button-down shirt on under the jacket probably looked ridiculous. But he didn’t want the plastic fabric touching his bare skin.

He knew the tracksuit didn’t fit—it was way too tight. He needed a mirror. There was one outside. Of course, with his dress shoes and shirt, plus his bloated face and neatly parted hair, he looked totally ridiculous. Still, he wanted that tracksuit. He looked around for the shop assistant, who was glued to his phone. Frederik, with a dry throat, squeaked out, “Do you have this in a bigger size?” The guy barely glanced up, “Nah, mate, my bad, but like, we straight up don't even carry that brand. What you see is what we got.”

Frederik pointed to the rack where he’d found it. But now, instead of shiny plastic, there were boxing clothes and gloves. Cool leather gloves like the ones hooligans wear. What the hell? That wasn’t there before! Frederik wanted to get out of here. But the air in the shop made him feel light-headed. He looked for the fitting room again. Couldn’t find it. His breathing got heavy. The assistant came over, asking if everything was alright. “No,” Frederik replied, “nothing’s alright. Where’s the fitting room?”

The guy gave him a cheeky, almost lustful smile. “We don’t got any fitting rooms here, mate. You’d have to change somewhere between the racks.” And suddenly, Frederik felt the assistant’s hand on his nipple. He flinched. The guy grinned. “You don’t look like you mind getting changed in public.” Frederik jumped back in shock. The guy laughed. “Why so shy, bro? Maybe I should’ve introduced myself first. Name’s Dick.” He grabbed his crotch. “Name fits, too.”

Frederik stammered, trying to say he was flattered but just wanted to change back and leave. Dick looked at him like he didn’t get it. “Dude, I’ve been keeping an eye on you, and you’re still wearing what you came in with.”

Panic set in for Frederik. Where was the fitting room? Where were his clothes? He’d left them by the Adidas jackets, right? Now there was nothing. Where he’d placed the tracksuit and laptop bag, there was a backpack. He opened it. Someone else’s stuff—phone, wallet, gym gear. But also condoms, little brown bottles and cans labeled “Crisco.” Dick was suddenly behind him. “Yeah, that’s what you came in with, mate. And if you got Crisco, I’ve got some ideas on how we could use it.” His hand was under Frederik’s tracksuit again. It felt good. Frederik wanted to protest, but it felt really good. Dick’s hand slipped under his T-shirt, heading for his ass crack…

“Wait, stop!” Frederik jumped aside.

“Come on, princess. I could lock up and show you a good time. What’s your name, anyway?”

“Frederik,” he muttered, “and I don’t plan on getting anything from you.”

“Then why’d you show up dressed like a rent boy with a load of Crisco and poppers in your bag on a Friday night? You don’t look like you’re heading to a cooking class.”

Dick rummaged through the backpack, pulling out a pair of assless latex briefs and flashing Frederik’s driver’s license. “Frederick Miller,” he said, holding the photo next to Frederik’s face, “but real life’s way hotter than this pic.”

Frederik snatched the wallet back. Name? Correct. Birthday? Correct. Birth year? No, it wasn’t 2005—it was 1975! What the hell was going on? The photo showed a young man. He needed a mirror. Right now. There was one just ahead.

“Yo, Ricky, you alright?” Dick leaned over him. “You kinda zoned out. How much poppers you had tonight?”

Frederik stood up. The mirror showed a dude in a sleek snow camo tracksuit. But it was a size M, probably. The guy was slim and toned, with a trendy haircut and acne-prone skin. That wasn’t him. Hell no. But the guy in the mirror had a hard-on. And Frederik? He had an iron-hard, throbbing erection. Dick wrapped an arm around him. He was hard too—Frederik could feel it. Dick held a bottle under Frederik’s nose. “Relax and lean against the wall.” In a daze, Frederik obeyed. Dick pulled down his pants, muttering, “This might hurt a little.”

Whatever was in that bottle made Frederik hornier than ever. Bent over, hands pressed to the wall by the mirror, he saw a face that wasn’t his own. He felt Dick’s cock push into him. It hurt. God, it hurt. But it felt amazing. Dick fucked him hard, and Frederik’s cock bounced with each thrust. He wanted to jerk off, but needed his hands to keep from collapsing. His eyes rolled back as he felt Dick unload inside him. And Frederik came, too—harder than he ever had before. This wasn’t forced. This was pure, raw pleasure. And the mess on the mirror? Massive.

“Ricky, that was hot as always. Catch you later at the Ku-Bar for a drink and a fuck?” Frederik had no idea what Dick was talking about but nodded. Dick planted a deep kiss on him. Grabbing his backpack, Frederik stumbled out of CHAVTF—both freaked out and exhilarated. Once outside, he finally breathed in the fresh air.

According to ‘his’ identity card, he lived just a few streets away. A run-down house with an entrance full of graffiti. The front door key from ‘his’ rucksack fitted. But where did he live? He walked through the stairwell. He was met by a young Chav in a tracksuit, who greeted him with ‘Hi Ricky, back from the gym yet?’. Frederick greeted him back. Frederick secretly looked at the doorbells. Finally, on the fourth floor, he found a sign saying ‘Ricky/Morty/Liam’. Thank God, the key fitted. He was in a small flat in an old building, furnished cheaply but stylishly with bulky rubbish and Ikea furniture. He opened a door, behind which was a room with a bedroom, desk and wardrobe. Cramped but cosy. Ricky threw himself onto the bed. Sleep? Thinking? He involuntarily began to jerk off. ‘Ricky, you bastard, can't you wank in your own room?’ Suddenly a naked man with a towel around his shoulders stood in the doorway. Shit, it was obviously Morty or Liam. Anyway, he obviously knew Frederick. And Frederick's arse, which had been fucked for the second time today.

The weekend felt like a film to him. People greeted him all the time. He was constantly getting messages and calls on his mobile phone. He went on dates. Most of them ended in sex. He danced through two nights. Then he had sex. In the morning, he made coffee naked in the shared kitchen. And then he had sex afterwards. He was horny all the time. And it obviously met the taste of many men. Still, what the hell had happened? Who was he? Who was the Ricky Miller he was now? Definitely not the head of the Transportation Division at a bank in the City… It was Sunday evening. Morty and Liam were watching TV in the living room. They were probably watching porn, they were probably wanking again. The thought also gave Ricky a hard-on again. But he scrolled through his mobile phone. The weekend was as good as over. He would probably have to work tomorrow. His mobile phone was newer and more expensive than the one he had been using. But it was poorly maintained. There was a ‘Work’ entry. But no address. He dialled the number. An answering machine said ‘Welcome to Regulation. We are here for you Monday to Saturday from 11:00 to 19:00 and Sunday from 12:00 to 17:00. Outside of these hours, please visit regulation dot store.’ Frederick googled the address. And turned pale. At least he could sleep in tomorrow. It would probably be enough if he was in the shop at 10.00 am.

A month had passed. Ricky had settled into his new life. He liked his job at REGULATION. He liked his occasional jobs as a model or amateur actor in smaller porn productions. He got around well. This weekend he got to model for his favourite label again. Not much money. But at least a trip to Berlin.

He loved the things from TWINK X . But unfortunately a bit too expensive for his salary. Most of the guys he saw in the clothes were unfortunately too old and too fat for his taste. Well, he was usually able to earn some pocket money from them. And then it was enough for a pair of shorts or a T-shirt. The hot skinhead he had made eye contact with on the underground all the way to Nollendorfplatz was far from fat. Perhaps too muscular for Ricky's taste. But a hot guy. And the TWINK X jacket he was wearing was damn hot! Unusual for such an obvious top to be wearing something like that. But Ricky wasn't picky. The shoot had been exhausting. He almost didn't care who he was relieving stress with now.