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Chav TF
Barty was an average guy. He would go to college, do his work, go home then play video games. Not many people really knew Barty he didn’t have many friends and was a bit of a loner. Barty was fairly short and would usually wear normal clothes like a jumper and jeans, so he never really stood out.Usually, Barty would keep to himself, but he would speak out to do the right thing. This would soon land Barty in a strange situation.
At the college there was a variety of different people and cliques. There were the jocks, the nerds, the rich kids and even a group of just weirdos. Barty didn’t have a problem with anyone at college, except a groups of lads who would regularly get into trouble. This group of lads was known as the chavs. They were the lads that got into trouble on the daily and usually for tracksuits or sportswear. Barty has sometimes found them doing rebellious activities like spray painting on the college walls or even selling stuff at double the price to other kids. Barty has always reported anything bad, but the chavs never found out it was him.
One day Barty went to the toilet and found 2 of the chav lads in there. They were laughing but quickly hid something when they heard Barty walk through the door. It was unclear what was going on but it seemed to be no good. “What you looking at lad?” Said one of the chavs with a sneering face. Quickly, Barty went into one of the stalls and peeked through the gap to see what was happening. One of the lads pulled out a lit cigarette and put it in his mouth. They were smoking in the toilets. This was a serious issue, they could set off the fire alarm and disrupt the whole college. Barty knew he had to say something but if he did then the lads would know it was him. After about 1 minute of thinking what to do, Barty decided to say something. He walked out the bathroom leaving the 2 lads in there. They tried covering their faces, but Barty found a teacher nearby, who went in there immediately.
Barty went away quickly to avoid the lads from seeing him when they leave the toilet. The chav lads got a week long detention for smoking in the toilets. They weren’t happy and by association the whole group landed in detention. Unfortunate for Barty they knew he was the one that ratted them out. While in detention the chavs were plotting what to do. “Mate what we gonna do with that rat?” said one of the lads. “We should bang him up” shouted another lad. “Nah let’s grafiti his house” suggested another. The leader of the chavs looked at his crew with a devious look. “Lads, if he has a problem with us then why not show him the way”. The rest of the gang were confused, wondering what that meant. “What you mean, boss” one of the chavs questioned. “It’s simple bruv, our friend does know much about us, so let’s show him what we are. Plus we need another body to be our lookout. He is trusted by the teachers, he would make a perfect alibi”. The gang nodded. They knew what had to be done so they began scheming.
The lads knew what they had to do. Each had a key role in the plan. The first part was in action. Two of the lads waited for Barty to walk out of college. About 20 mins later. Barty was in sight. He walked down the cobbled steps and began walking towards the town as he usually does. The two chavs followed from a distance waiting to strike. Barty didn’t know about the two lads behind him and continued his usual path. He walked through the town and took a turn into an alleyway. This was the chavs chance to strike. They grabbed hold of Barty, knocking him out cold.
The chav lads grabbed a can from their pocket. It was a small silver can of beer that you couldn’t find at the supermarket. It had a label on the side in a typical cheap beer can style. The lads cracked open the can and a hiss came out of it. The lad in the grey tracksuit grabbed Barty’s head and held his mouth open. The other lad began pouring the can’s contents down Barty’s mouth. “Drink up lad, every last drop” sniggered the lad. Once all the beer had been downed. The lads took Barty’s wallet, to make it look like a mugging, then walked off.
After about 10 minutes, Barty woke up wondering what had happened. He felt a little dizzy but other than that he felt fine. He got up off the floor and checked he still had everything. “Fuck me wallet” sighed Barty in an unfamiliar voice. His voice seemed deeper than usual. “Must be coming down with something” he thought to himself. He didn’t think much of it and walked home. It was darker than usual, when Barty walked home. He noticed that the streets were full of completely different people. Instead of the usual people commuting from work, the streets were filled of chavy lads dressed in tracksuits causing mischief. Barty didn’t want any trouble so walked through the streets as quickly as possible.
The next day Barty woke up and had a headache. He didn’t know why, but his head was pounding. He took some paracetamol and took off for college. Along the way, Barty decided to have a look for his wallet, but there was no luck there. Barty’s head was still hurting, the paracetamol wasn’t doing a thing. His head was throbbing, he had to do something about it. As he walked a long the road he saw a corner shop. He thought he could get some more pain killers, but he then realised he had no wallet, so no money. He went in anyway and hoped there would be someone who could help.
As he walked up to the door of the shop he noticed a lad in a black tracksuit smoking outside. He went up and hoped the lad would help him. “Yo mate, can you help a bruva” asked Barty in a confused manner. Barty had never spoken like that before and again his voice seemed deeper, even deeper than yesterday. Plus it sounded like he had an accent, like a rough London accent. “Yeh bruv, what you need?” replied the lad. Barty explained his situation to the chav, who was happy to help. The lad popped into the shop and came back out after a couple of minutes. “Here you are bruv” said the lad handing over a can of some kind of drink and a protein bar. The drink looked like an energy drink. “Get that down ya, you’ll be sorted mate”. Barty thanked the lad and cracked the can open and sipped the drink on his way to college.
Once Barty had got to college, he realised his headache had gone. Whatever threat drink was it did the trick and the protein bar was good too. Barty felt like he had a boost of confidence for the day. This was turning out to be a good day for Barty, and the day has only just begun. After Barty’s lessons he went to grab some lunch and sit on the football field. Barty would usually just stay in the cafeteria but it was a nice day and he thought it would be a nice change. As he walked out the doors he bumped into the lad from the corner shop.
“Yo bruv, alright?” asked the chav lad. “Lad, cheers for the help earlier, you alright bruv?” responded Barty, again he noticed his voice was still not the same as usual. Although, he was less bothered by it, his new voice was growing on him. “Bruv can you help a man out, miss is gonna come round that corner, can ya cover for me mate?”. The lad waited for Barty to respond, but before he could a teacher appeared from the corner.
“Yo miss, I ain’t done nothing. Man can vouch for me”. The teacher turned to Barty looking at him with the a glaring look. Barty knew he had to tell the truth and the lad has probably done something. Despite that, Barty didn’t know if he had done anything and the lad did help him earlier. Barty had a strange feeling about this, almost like he had to stick up for the lad because of some pact or brotherhood. While contemplating this, Barty had forgotten the teacher staring him down. He had to answer now. “Nah miss, man has been with me, we about to go to the field, you get me” answered Barty in a confident tone. “Very well off you go then, but I am watching you both” said the teacher as she turned to walk away.
“Yo cheers bruv, you’re sound lad. You wanna come hang with my bruvas?” Said the chav lad. Barty was flattered by the offer, but wasn’t sure if that would be best. What would the other chavs think or do. Batty didn’t want any trouble despite his new found confidence and friend. “Cheers for the offer bruv, but man’s got some business to see to”. Barty was apprehensive about what could happen next. “No problem lad, I wanna repay ya for not ratting me out. Meet me at the mall later on” said the lad in black. “Alright mate” Barty agreed, as his new friend swaggered away to the college gate.
The college day went as usual after lunch. Barty had his afternoon lessons and began to walk home. He remembered what the guy from lunch said. There was no harm in meeting the guy, he seemed friendly. As Barty approached the alleyway towards his usual route home, he continued down the road towards the mall. The mall was busy at this time of the day, so it was hard to find the guy from lunch. Barty searched the whole mall but couldn’t see the guy. Just as Barty was about to leave, his phone pinged. It was a friend request on Snapchat. Barty added the account and saw a message. It was the guy from earlier. The message read: Yo lad, not gonna make it. But my mate Cal is there instead. He’s at JD. Btw me name’s Kai.
Barty made his way up to JD Sports. He had never been in the store himself, as they mainly sell clothes and shoes from Nike and Adidas. As Barry climbed the stairs he noticed a lad waiting there in a blue tracksuit. The lad looked over at Barty and began walking towards him. “Oi you must be Barty, the names Cal” said the lad with a rough accent. “Yeh, I’m Barty mate. You got something for me?”. The lad reached into his pocket and pulled out a chain full of diamonds on it. He passed it to Barty, who was a bit confused what was going on. “You helped us get away with a mad plan, so here’s your cut bruv”. Barty didn't know what he got himself into but didn't want to seem rude or cause a fight. Barty took the chain from the lad. “Put it on lad, you'll look fire” said the lad with a nod of encouragement. Barty clasped the chain on this neck. It felt cold against his skin. Before Barty could say anything Cal had walked into JD sports. Nothing left to do but go home.
It's a new day and Barty hasn't woken up with a headache so its already going better than yesterday. Barty got in the shower and then started to get ready for the day. The chain he was given last night was staring at him from his bedside table. He grabbed the chain and put it on in the mirror. The chain looked good and made Barry feel confident and tough. Barty’s phone began to buzz, he had a message from Kai. It read: How’s it going lad, how's the chain? Barty responded with a picture. Kai texted back: Looking good lad, that chains fire. You should get a trim, would look fire”. Barry didn't have time to get his haircut though, college was about to start, so he had to leave quick.
At college, Barty walked into his lesson 5 mins late. This has never happened to Barty before. The teacher didn't seem to have a problem with it and just continued as normal. As the lesson continued, Barty found himself getting bored and not interested in the lesson. The only thing on Barty’s mind was how good he looked with his new chain. He phone buzzed in his pocket, it was another friend request this time from Cal. Barty accepted and found a message from Cal. Oi lad, come hang with the lads this lunch it said. Barty was still uneasy about being around the chavs. They seemed to be nice, but he didn't want to get mixed up with any trouble.
Barty needed an excuse, his mind was going blank. Cal message again with question marks. Without a moments thought Barty respond. Cheers lad, but man needs a fresh trim. About a minute passed before Cal messaged back: Fair one bruv, you should go to the barbers with Max he's getting a trim at lunch. Why did Barty say he wanted a haircut, he only had it cut a couple of weeks ago, now he might have to go with some chav lad to a random barbers. Barty didn't know what to say but couldn't turn them down. Despite what the chav lads get up to, they have been friendly almost like brothers to Barty. At the end of the lesson Barty agreed to the plan and got sent the location of the barbers.
When it was lunchtime, Barty left college to go to the barbers. If he just got a quick snip, he would able to get back in time for his next lecture. The barber was on the other side of town on a back street that Barty hadn't ever been to. It was rough part of town, a lot of gang activity took place there. There wasn't much that could be done now, Barty couldn't bail on the lads. Luckily, nothing happened to Barty on his way to the barber. In front of the shop was a lad in a Nike tracksuit and gillet. That must be Max.
“Good to see ya lad, the fellas in here are sound. They'll have you looking fresh in no time”. They walked into the barbers and got sat right away. “What can I do for ya lads?” the barber asked. In all the time it took to get to the barbers, Barty forgot he still didn't have a wallet. Barty’s face changed from a normal look to a mixture of panic and embarrassment. Before Barty could say or do anything, Max called the barber over. “Don't worry bruv, it's on me” said Max with a cheeky grin on his face.
The barber started to get to work on Barty’s hair. He began shaving the sides and back down to skin. Slowly blending the sides and back into the top. He grabbed the scissors and began cutting the top to a short length but still enough to style. “Give me a sec mate just gonna grab some product” said the barber as he walked off into the back. Barty looked into the mirror and saw a completely different person. He had never had his hair cut to a skin fade. The barber came back in to the room with a pot of powder. He sprinkled some into Barty’s hair and styled it into a straight fringe. After all that work, Barty’s haircut was done. He looked like he had just come from a council estate, which was normal for the chav lads, but not Barry. Max was finished before Barty and was waiting outside.
Barty walked outside to see Max having a smoke. “Looking fresh bruv” he cheered as he fist-bumped Barty. “You want a smoke mate?” he asked holding out a pack of cigarettes. “Nah bruv, I gotta go, cheers for the trim”. Being peer-pressured to get a haircut was one thing, but smoking was too far. Before Barty could walk of the barber came out and handed him a pot of the gel. “Just two scoops like I showed ya mate” he said before walking back into the store. On his way back, Barty looked at the time, it was 1:30 he had been at the barbers for an hour. He was so late for his lesson, that he wouldn't be able to get back in time for any of it. He quickly emailed the teacher and made up an excuse, saying he felt I'll and left college. Well there's not much else to do but go home.
Along the way home Barty saw 2 lads sat in the park. They were both wearing red track suits and seemed to be up to no good. As went to go past them they stood up and blocked the way. “Give us your shoes, bruv” shouted one of the lads. This had never happened to Barty before, he was unsure how to play it. Instinctively, Barty wanted to back away, but he didn’t. He felt as if thoughts were seeping into his mind. Barty looked at the lads and responded with a slick attitude . “Fuck off lads”. The two were taken aback but were determined to get Barty’s shoes. They push him to the ground, grabbed the shoes off Barty’s feet and ran. Barty got up but there was no point running after them, so he walked back home.
As Barty went up to his room, he felt his phone vibrate. He jumped on his bed and open up Snapchat. He saw Max had added him as a friend. Within a couple of days Barty had gone from no friends to three of them. Barty added Max back and saw a message from him. “What’s on lad” Max had said. Barty messaged back and explained he got mugged again but this time it was his shoes. While Barty waited for Max to respond, he looked at himself in the mirror. Looking into the mirror, Barty focused on his new haircut. It had grown on him, he felt it made him look tough and like a bit of a stud. Normally Barry wouldn't be into having a haircut like his, but today he couldn't imagine his hair as anything but his new trim.
Barty's phone puzzled in the background, bring Barty’s attention back to reality. An hour or so must have passed by as it was now night time. Barty picked up his phone and saw it was another message from Max. “Fuck that's out of order bruv. We’ll sort ya out tomorrow. Me and the lads been thinking you need a fresh look to go with that boss trim.”. This got Barty wondering about what Max meant. Since being around the chav lads Barty had experienced changes he wouldn’t have made by himself. Strangely though, Barty liked the new him. He felt more confident and was finally making friends. It was getting late and college was tomorrow so Barty went to bed waiting to see what was in store.
The next morning rolled in and Barty got up and got ready, showered, did his hair just how the barber showed him and popped his chain on. As Barty opened the door, he noticed a chav lad waiting there. “Alright bruv?” Said the chav holding his hand to come in for a chest bump. Barty grabbed his hand and the two bumped chest. “Yeh mate, how’s it” replied Barty. “Not too bad bruv, Maxy boy said you needed some gear” said the lad. Barty was unsure what to say. Before he could speak the lad stepped through the door. “Nice gaff you have mate, where’s your room at?”. Barty showed the lad up to his room. “The names Josh but the lads call me Jay, wheres your trackies at mate”. Josh opened up Barty’s wardrobe to find just some unbranded t-shirts, some trousers and the odd jumper. “Mate you’re gonna need all new gear, come with me, we’re going JD lad” Josh said. “Cal and Kai can sort this out”. “What you mean bruv” asked Barty. Josh told him not to worry and trust a bruva.
Barty and Josh walk out the front door. As Barty begins locking up, josh pulls a cigarette from his ear and lights it. “You want one bruv” asks Josh as he blows a cloud of smoke. “Nah, you’re alright lad” Barty replied as he began to walk towards town. “Oí mate what you doing, get in me corsa”. Josh pointed to a black car. It looked like it had been modified. The car was quite low down and had a couple of scratches but as a whole looked in decent condition. The inside smelled of smoke and there were JD sports bags in the back. “You ready mate?” Said Josh and Barty nodded.
Driving to JD was fun. Josh liked to speed down the streets but he was full of chat. He talked about the football game on last night, about the sex he had last night and his car. Barty ad Josh arrived at JD in record time. The two walked into JD and Josh went straight to the Nike section. He picked out a grey Nike tech fleece tracksuit and a black T-shirt. He swaggered over to the trainers and picked up a pair of Nike Air Maxes and a couple of other small things. “Go try this on mate” said Josh pointing towards the changing room. Barty walked into the changing room and put down all the clothes picked out for him.
All the clothes weren’t anything Barty would pick out himself, but Josh seemed like a nice lad. Barty didn’t want to disappoint Josh, he felt like a brother already. Slowly Barty put on the tracksuit followed by the shoes, a cap, gloves and a puffer jacket. There was no mirror in the changing room so Barty couldn’t see what he look like. He walked out the room with the clothes on to show Josh. Josh was at the till handing over some cash and grabbing two JD sports bags. He swaggered over to Barty. “Looking fire, bruv. How’s it feel” said Josh passing over a JD bag. “Feels alright mate” Barty replied. “Nice mate, just pull them trackies down and you will be sorted. Got ya some other gear and lads have sorted you out back at your gaff”. He pulled Barty’s trackies down so that Barty’s boxers were visible. Barty put the JD bad around him and the two walked out the shop.
As they walked out the shop Josh got a call on his phone. “Give me a sec mate” he said before answering and walking off for privacy. College had started and Barty was thinking about the fact that he would be late to his lecture. Barty picked up his phone and began writing an email then realised he had another friend request this time from Josh. By now Josh had finished his call and was walking over. “Mate we gotta catch up with the lads ya know” said Josh. Barty really should be getting to college, but Josh did just buy him a whole outfit. “Yeh no problem Josh mate” Barty responded. “Mate, you’re a bruva now, call me Jay”. The two walked back to the corsa and zoomed off.
The corsa came to a holt, when they reached the location. Barty got out the car to see a complex of flats. It looked like one of the lads probably lived here. Jay walked straight in. “You coming mate?” He said as Barty began walking towards the door. Inside the stairway was the lads waiting. There was Cal, Kai and Max, even another chav that Barty hadn’t met. “What’s on lads” Jay says, having a brotherly embrace with the all the lads. As the lads finish with Jay, they go to embrace Barty. The lads turn to look at the chav lad in red. “The names Mikey, welcome to the gang mate, you look sick bruv” said the chav in red. Mikey seemed to be the leader of the gang.
The lads began talking about the usual stuff for chavs, footie, cars and sex. “Let’s get some beers lads” said Mikey. Cal got up and passed a beer round to everyone. At the same time the lads put a cigarette in their mouth and lit it. “You want one Barty” asked Kai. “Nah you’re alright Kai mate” said Barty. “Nah lad take one, you gotta smoke now” said Mikey in a deep commanding voice. Barty took a cigarette from the pack and placed it in his mouth. Just before he could light it, his phone rang. “Sorry lads gotta take this one” Barty said walking away. He placed the cigarette behind his ear while taking the call. It was college asking where he was. Barty told them he had a medical appointment and was on the way now. “Sorry lads I gotta go, catch ya later” said Barty before walking out the doors. The lads looked at each other proud of their work. They began to nod and grin like they were agreeing on the next step.
Meanwhile after walking to college, Barty had made it for his afternoon lessons. Although Barty had made it back, he didn’t focus or try to do the lesson. He spent the time talking to others and causing mischief. This was unlike Barty and people started to notice. Barty was unsure what was happening to him. It was like he was becoming a new person, a chavy person. Barty received a text from the lads. He was added to a group called Top Charvas. They told him to meet them at the gas station and that they had something important for him to do. Barty was buzzed for later.
After college, Barty began walking to the gas station.The closer he got the more he swaggered. With every step Barty felt more and more confident, almost cocky. Barty hands began in his jacket pockets, then went to his trackie pockets and were now just down his trackies. Barty began feeling arrogant and horny. All he could think of was footy sex and cars. With every step closer the Barty he used to be was slipping away, slowly becoming more and more chavy. Finally Barty had reached the station. All the lads were there waiting.
“How’s it going lads” Barty yells out fist bumping all the lads. “Good to see ya bruv” said Mikey. “We got a job for ya lad” Mikey continued to explain the job. Currently, there was a dealer in the station grabbing the lads order of cigarettes and beers. All Barty had to do was pay the dealer and collect the order. Barty agreed and went to the back of the station waiting for the dealer. About 5 mins later a man appeared. The man was wearing a shiny adidas tracksuit and smelled of weed. “You picking up for Mikey” he said. “Yeh mate I am on collection” Barty replied handing over the cash. “You know the drill lad?”. “What you mean bruv” asked Barty. “All new faces have gotta smoke a cigarette and down a beer before getting the collection”. The man passed over a beer and pack of cigarettes. Barty popped the can open and began downing the beer. At first it burned but it became easier towards the end of the can. Next came the cigarette. Barty put one in his mouth, lit it and inhaled. With every puff and blow of smoke, Barty felt a rush. He finished the cigarette and the man gave home a bag then left.
Before Barty could make his way back to the lads, he heard a noise. It was the lads they had followed and watched. “That was sick bruv, you are a proper chav now” said Kai. Mikey took the package off Barty. “Cheers mate, we got something for ya” Mikey said checking the supplies were all there. Max handed Barty a wallet with all new stuff, wads of cash and even a new ID. The name was not Barty’s though. “We thought you’d like a change mate” Max said. Barty’s name on the ID was now Ty. “Let’s celebrate lads, show Ty how us bruvs have a good night. The lads pile into Jay’s car and they go on ride about, drinking, smoking and having a laugh.
It was the next morning and Ty found himself hanging. He sniffed his armpits to see if he needed a shower. Nothing too bad, but if spray and cologne will sort it out. Ty stumbled into the bathroom sprayed himself with some Lynx and then half a bottle of cheap cologne. Next, he gelled his hair back and got dressed. He put on his Nike tech fleece, with the trackies sagging, a pair of Nike Tns, his chain, some Nike gloves and a Nike bag. After that he was ready to meet the boys. He popped a cigarette in his mouth and walked to the train station.
Ty saw all the lads were there. “What’s on bruv” Ty said swaggering over. All the lads engaged in fist bumps and manly embraces. The day was simple skip college, ride the train, cause some mischief, play some footie then drinks on the way home. Ty’s new life was much simpler and was far more enjoyable for Ty, because now he was one of the lads. Just a rugged scally chav lad.
Airbnb
The flight had taken less than an hour, but with getting to the airport and all the security bullshit you’d have been quicker taking the train. But the trains were on strike, so here you are waiting at a baggage carousel when you could be chilling in the Airbnb you’ve booked for your week working in the Manchester office.
At least there is some eye candy to check out while you wait for your bag. You spot a cute lad in shiny trackies and a puffa jacket waiting by the carousel. He’s chavvy looking and you chuckle to yourself “bet he goes for rough stuff.” While you're watching him a chavvy looking airport employee walks up to him and they chat for a couple of minutes.
The two lads both look towards you and you look away. You hope they didn’t notice you staring at them? When you look back again the lad in the hi vis has taken a holdall from his mate and is walking away laughing. Okay they probably didn’t notice you staring. Finally the alarm sounds and bags start to drop down the cute onto the carousel.
It seems like all the other bags dropped down the chute ages ago and there is no sign of yours, but finally it comes tumbling down and edges its way along to you. You grab it in a hurry and head to the Metrolink station where you just manage to get on a tram before the doors close. You are so ready to get to your Airbnb, take a shower and head to the Gay Village for a couple of drinks.
As you sit down you realise the chavvy lad you saw at the airport is sitting 2 seats away. He stares at you with a menacing half smirk. Fuck. He must have noticed you checking out him and his mate in baggage reclaim. You’ve heard of people getting beaten up for this kind of minor slight. Shit he probably has a knife? You can’t wait to get off the tram and into the safety of your Airbnb.
After a very uncomfortable 20 minutes the lad stands to get off the tram midway between the airport and the city centre. You jump slightly as he deliberately shoves into you when he passes your seat on his way to the platform where he is greeted by two of his mates. As the tram pulls away from their stop they turn and look directly at you half smirking, half sneering.
Christ, your heart feels like it’s going to explode out of your chest. Part of you felt terrified by this menacing lad, but part of you also felt turned on by the encounter. He was fit as fuck and, if you’re honest, the smell of Lynx body spray, weed and cigs was a little bit intoxicating. You could definitely have had some fun with him.
After another 15 minutes or so the tram arrives at your stop in the city centre. You pull out your phone and find the Airbnb on in Google Maps. It’s a 2 minute walk and the Gay Village is only 4 minutes away from there so you can look forward to some fun relaxing after work in the evenings while you are up here. You notice another couple of chav lads on the platform. You're seeing them everywhere now!
Finally you arrive at the Airbnb. You key the code into the keypad of the building, take the lift to the 7th floor and let yourself into the apartment. Pretty nice place. Hip modern vibe to it. You throw your holdall onto the bed, kick your shoes off, and strip ready to freshen up in the shower. You notice a little welcome basket in the kitchen. That’s a nice touch. You will check it out when you’re feeling revitalised.
You turn the shower up nice and hot and step in. After nearly a whole day travelling it feels so good as the pulsing water hits your skin. Oh fuck. You realise you left your toiletries bag in your holdall but there is a shower gel bottle in the shower. Lynx Africa. Really not your thing, but it will save you getting out and traipsing water over the floor of the bedroom and rummaging around in your holdall.
You squeeze out some gel and start lathering yourself. Actually this smells pretty good. Is it the same fragrance that you smelt earlier on the tram? Yeah it’s what the chav lad smelt of. Your cock twitches a little as you think about that lad again. Lathering your cock and balls your cock hardens and your face reddens as you think about playing with a bit of rough like him.
Oh man, that shower felt so good. Feeling refreshed, you grab a towelling robe from a hook next to the shower and head back into the bedroom to get some clean clothes on before you head out for a drink and something to eat. You unzip a pocket on your holdall but instead of your regular body spray you pull out a can of .... Lynx Africa. What the fuck? You’ve never bought Lynx Africa in your life.
You hurriedly open the main part of your holdall, but instead of your clothes for the week you find clothes that you don’t recognise. A shiny Nike tracksuit, a North Face t shirt, and an EA7 puffa jacket. Where the hell have you clothes gone? You pull all the clothes out of the holdall, but the only other things in there are CK boxer briefs, white Nike socks, and a pair of sneakers.
How the hell has this happened? Did you pick up the wrong bag at the airport? No, your nametag is still attached to the bag. This is your bag. Where the fuck are YOUR clothes and how the fuck did these clothes get in YOUR bag? You grab your phone to call the airline but it’s out of juice. Where’s the charger? Shit it’s not in your bag either.
Okay calm down. You will just have to wear these clothes while you figure out what has happened and how you’re going to fix it. You put on the boxer briefs. Oh these are a really nice fit. A bit more form fitting that your usual boxers, but you like how they look when you see yourself in the mirror. They certainly show off your bulge nicely.
Once you’ve put on the socks and t shirt you pull on the tracksuit pants. The shiny nylon material does feel nice to touch. You run your hand across it and feel your cock starting to get hard. Wow, you’ve never got turned on by your clothes before, but to be fair you’ve never worn nylon trackies before.
You pick up the top and put it on. In the mirror it’s like a different person looking back at you. You would never have thought this gear would suit you, but now it seems like a really good look. Where are those sneakers? You pull the pair of Nike TN’s out of the holdall. You’ve never worn sneakers like this before. They look pretty new but are they pre worn?
You really don’t want to wear someone else’s shoes. That would just be gross. You hold a sneaker to your nose and take a quick sniff. Oh they are definitely pre worn. Yep that’s gross. But if it’s gross why are you now sitting on the bed sniffing the sneaker and rubbing your crotch through the trackies. Fuck this scent actually smells really good. Like the lad on the tram. Nothing wrong with wearing these.
As you slide your feet into the sneakers you feel a pleasurable warmth permeate your body. You look in the mirror and you see a stranger staring back in awe. Your hairstyle has become shorter and is totally shaved on the sides. You have a cocky expression on your face. You have a massive throbbing bulge in your pants. This is such a fucking turn on.
Suddenly your mobile rings, snapping you out of your trance. Wait, your phone is dead. How can it be ringing? You look around and realise there is a phone in the pocket of the puffa jacket. You pick it up and answer “Um hello? Who is this?”
“Sup bro. Hope ya like yer new look. I’m yer alpha. My name’s Liam. This is yer life now now init. Yer name is Callum now and this is yer phone now. Get yer old phone, take out the SIM and break it yeh? You just left yer old life behind.”
Without thinking you do as you are told, destroying the SIM and stamping on the phone for good measure. “Yeh I done that bro,” you reply, not recognising the strange voice coming out of your mouth. “What next?”
“You see the welcome basket in the kitchen? Yeh? Well in there is a lighter, some smokes, a bag of weed, some papers, a chain and a couple of rings. Get the bling on ya. The smokes and weed you can figure out what to do wiv init. There’s some red bulls in the fridge and a bottle of vodka. See ya in about 30 init. Get a couple of joints lined up bro.” And Liam hangs up.
You put on the chain and rings and look at yourself again in the mirror. How the fuck did you get piercings?. You must have been pierced all along init. Yeah they look sick wiv the other bling init.
You grab the vodka and Red Bull from the fridge and make a drink. Yeh that feels fuckin better init. Where’s them cigs? You pack the cigs and take one out. Lighting it you take a drag and cough wildly. Oh fuck that’s nasty, but you take another drag and then another, each one more enjoyable than the last as you smoke the cigarette and drink your vodka and Red Bull.
Now on to the weed. Even though you’ve never rolled a joint before your fingers seem to know exactly what they are doing and you soon have 3 long joints laying in front of you on the table, when you hear the front door of the apartment open. Looking up you see two lads in ballys in trackies and puffas standing in front of you.
“Sup Callum. I’m Liam init. This is Tyler. You’re looking fuckin’ mint bro. You ready for some fun? He steps forward and starts to grind his trackies against yours, his hands roaming all over your body as you moan in pleasure. You should feel threatened, but you want to submit to your new chav bros.
You smell a sweet aroma and realise that Tyler has lit one of the joints you made. Liam breaks away and lights a second joint. He takes a deep hit and nods for you to take it from him. Half an hour ago you’d never smoked a cigarette before and now you are smoking weed like a fuckin’ boss init. Fuck yeah this shit is good.
Laughing, they take off their ballys and you see that Liam is the lad from the airport and tram, and Tyler is the baggage handler lad. “So you like that then bruv?” laughs Liam. “Let’s do these spliffs, ave a couple of vodka Red Bulls and then head down to The Eagle. It’s Snker tonight. You ain’t gotta be nowhere tomorrow, so you can play out late tonight init.”
As you smoke weed and drink vodka Red Bulls with your new mates, you can’t remember what it was you were supposed to be doing tomorrow. The you remember that the construction job you were working on last week has finished and you have a few days before you start work on a new building site. Fucking sorted!
James and Kieran
A story inspired by and with input from @wannabechav. Thanks to @scallylad89 for playing along.
James sat on bus 33, going in a loop, and stared at the envelope in his hand. He needed time to think what he really wanted to do. Up until now there had only been small changes, each easy to undo. But thinking about them, he had probably passed the point of no return months back, without even noticing. He guessed @scallylad89 had planned it like that from the start.
He first got in contact with @scallylad89 on tumblr, not long after his post about getting serious about becoming a chav. It did excite him, still does to a degree, but perhaps he hadn’t given it proper thought. @scallylad89 had sent him a message, offering to become his personal chav coach. He would send small tasks and challenges, and James in turn would complete them best as he could and journal everything online. James had agreed enthusiastically.
The first step was obvious, to get chav clothes, but @scallylad89 had added some extra goals to it. James was instructed to purchase a complete new set of clothes, but for every piece of clothing he must find a photo of a chav wearing it. He could only buy at most two of all pieces, and only one pair of sneakers. Every purchase was reviewed by @scallylad89, though he agreed to everything. James published photos of the items after purchase, and some photos of him wearing them. He was instructed to always wear the outfit, outside of dress code events. Even though he spent most of his time at home, and in uniform for school, James was really enjoying his fantasy coming to life.
The second step @scallylad89 instructed was harder to conceal. James needed to get a haircut, and again could only select from what he could find in chav photos. In addition he was told to have two slits shaved in the eye brow from now on. Immediately he got a few comments and looks at school, but found the biggest change was outside of school. The demeanor of shop clerks and people he met somehow changed, and he would always feel observed, as if he was about to nick something. James found it exciting, and his fingers kept touching his eyebrow the entire week.
He was asked to come up with a chav name for himself, and right away James settled for Kieran. The instructions were to practice writing the name daily, and say “I am Kieran” out loud a few times before going to sleep. He should also update as many social network accounts as he dared with the new name and photo. He changed a few, but not all, conscious about what relatives would say.
Next he was told to spend as much time away from home as possible. When he and his mother moved out after the divorce she spent most of her time working, so him being out wasn’t noticed and raised no questions. He even got a few specific assignments from @scallylad89. Sit outside a supermarket for 1 hour. Travel a bus line a full loop and step off where he stepped on. Walk past every building in his neighborhood. James became less and less self conscious, and diligently documented everything with selfies on his blog. To some degree he was playing a role. He had been instructed to present himself as Kieran, should anyone ask, and some chav did strike up a short conversation on a bus at one point. James probably would not have dared talk to him as “James”, but as Kieran he was free.
He begun getting rid of the clothes he didn’t use anymore. He kept the suit he had worn at his grandmothers funeral, but donated pretty much everything else to the Salvation Army. He had grown out of most of it anyway, but a few good jeans and shirts had to be sacrificed.
James was really hesitant with the next set of instructions though. He was required to purchase one pack of cigarettes and have a smoke once per day at the recess before lunch. Buying the pack was easy, but he bailed out on actually smoking. It wasn’t until two days later he forced himself to join the other smokers outside the school building. A collection of cool kids and losers. Mostly losers. His mother started to worry and asked him if everything was alright. “Never been better”, James answered, not lying for once.
When the pack was empty he was told to buy a new one and smoke before lunch and dinner. Once that pack was gone he was told to smoke one as soon after breakfast as possible as well, which meant on his way to school. He was surprised how quickly his social life had changed, now that he spoke to the smokers daily. He hadn’t forged any deep friendships since moving here, so nothing really held him back. All of them knew him as Kieran.
James didn’t hear anything from @scallylad89 for several weeks, and when he finally did get a message he was surprised by the assignment. He had apparently been enrolled in a football beginners group at a club at the other side of town. He didn’t understand the point until he arrived two days later for first practice. All the other lads in the group looked like him. Hoodies, sweatshirts, trackies. Some where sharing a smoke. All of them, too, got to know him as Kieran. But more importantly James got to know himself as Kieran, as that’s what they shouted at him when passing the ball.
Although practice was only once a week, he was spending more and more time in this part of town with his team mates. He was often invited to watch footie at Shanes or Conners flat. Conners place was more popular, as his big brother supplied them with beer.
He kept on journaling online, but got fewer and fewer assignments. After well over a month of silence @scallylad89 suddenly dumped a bunch of photos on his blog, with a made up story to string them together. A story where a school kid magically transforms into a chav in a few days, and end up giving blow jobs at a construction site. While Kieran didn’t care for the story, he was amazed to see the images right next to each other. His diet of cigarettes and football practice had very visibly made him leaner and more muscular. But it was somehow deeper than that. It was like in the last photo he wasn’t pretending to be a chav anymore. He was one.
Somehow the story had spread in school, and some of his class mates were giving him a hard time for it. Kieran could understand it from their point of view. They had all seen him transform into a chav, so of course they would think of all the details of the story as soon as they saw him, even if they didn’t believe it. Rob, one of the other smokers, even offered up his dick for a blow job.
He thought that would be the last he heard from @scallylad89, but soon after he got an envelope in the mail. Inside it was an already filled out deed poll, ready to sign, and instructions on everything he needed to do to legally change his name to Kieran. As he sat on the bus, going back and forth between his home and his friends, he realized his life as James was over, no matter what he wanted.
Deal Broken
Fuck You! the young Corey shouted at the man who had stormed into his house. The way he was dressed told him exactly who this guy worked for.
I'm afraid boyo the boss wants his money and if you don't have it you know what that means,
I'll never become one of you freaks just fuck off.
Corey was grabbed by the neck and led out of his home. Ok, fine we'll do it the hard way.
Corey and the man, known as Stew, headed out and down to Stews boss's HQ in the seedier part of town.
Corey was tossed on the ground a forced to look up at his new master. Corey spit at him which pissed him off more. Put him in the suit he demanded as Corey was dragged off and stripped naked, a tight black bondage suite would reside on him for the next few weeks as he was going to be adjusted to his new role in the organization.
After nearly 3 months in the boss's morphing suit Corey was ready to join the rest of the boys.
There was nothing left of the old Corey, save for maybe his eyes. His new bald head was filled with chav terms and knowing what he needed to do to make the boss happy. He now smokes 2 packs a day drinks heavily and loved pissing around with the lads. As he stood outside staring across the street he saw a young wanker he thought might make a great addition to the gang,
he definitely had a great ass and Corey knew his body would look amazing covered in ink. he tossed his cig on the ground wandered across and made a deal with him, one he knew the boy would never keep.
Chain of fool 😆
I would know what to do next…
POV
A Matching Pair
Goddammit. Why does he always have to argue about it. Can’t he ever put himself in my shoes and try and be more understanding.” I mumble to myself as my boyfriend fades out of sight down the empty train car. I sigh and stare out the window of the train, listening to the world outside shudder past.
“This space free?” Comes an excited voice, I look up to see a fit young guy casually drop onto the seat opposite me. He looked no older than 22 and was outfitted for some kind of sports game, with a designer tracksuit sagging off his hips, a red jersey that pressed against his lean stomach and a glossy puffer jacket.
“Uhhh…not really.” I remark, side-eying his trendy permed hair, perfectly styled and faded. I had never really understood the appeal of…‘fuckboys’; rich but devoid of personality - aside from the prepackaged one they adopt. In this case even I had to admit that he was rather attractive, in a blunt, dumb ‘grammer is for losers’ sort of way. There was a casual air of confidence in the way he carried himself, narcissistic? Sure, but maybe a little ego didn’t hurt, especially in the bedroom.
Shame he obviously wouldn’t be a sub - he’d look nice around my cock, although I can picture my boyfriend tripping over himself to placate his every whim. The perks of this ‘open relationship’ we had seemed increasingly one sided. Ugh. I’m quickly reminded of our argument, and my indignation wins out over my misguided lust.
“Mate, you look proper mad.” He chuckles, kicking off his trainers. He stretches out his legs and rests them on the seat next to mine.
“Name’s Dominic and I’m not….mad.” My voice trails off.
“Uh oh. Who is she then blud?” He gestures at me with his hands, rattling the horde of bracelets that buried his wrists.
“He.”
“Pftt. I should ‘av guessed. It’s all the same to me. I’m Trev ‘btw’. You off to the gay convention?” There’s a wry smile that is hard to be angry at, in fact I feel strangely comfortable with him. He seemed like a good listener.
“Funny, but yes. Meeting our friend Nate there.” I cross my arms in a futile attempt to appear more dominant.
“Wait, they have those now?” My eyes squint at him. “Just fucking with you. I got a game the next town over. I’m a player.”
“Wow, you don’t say.”
“Maybe you’ve seen me play on the tele eh?” He puts on a face and flashes his shiny white teeth proudly.
“Sure…” He was in a professional team? Like I’d know.
“So spill, what’s the issue with yuh ‘boy’? His ‘bussy’ too small?” My mouth begins to move before I really get the chance to think about what I’m saying, or why I’m telling him at all.
“Ugh. He just never tries to see things from my perspective, he always expects me to play the ‘top’. About everything. And I don’t share his weird kinks.”
“TMI. Oh. You’re the top? And your name is Dom? ‘Lolz’. Is your boy called SUBastian?” He laughs mischievously. His brazen use of text speech was strangely endearing, something I thought impossible.
“Dominic. And no, his name’s Addy.” I correct, flatly.
“Uh huh. Yeah, and have you tried the same? See things from Addy’s point of view. Find equal ground right. Maybe I can help. It’s like when there’s a disagreement in our footy team.”
“I don’t think it’s quite the same thing…”
“Should give it a try Dom, see how it feels to be the sub. It can be fun to let someone else take charge. Easy too when you don’t overthink it. Go on, just lay back and relax.” Yes, I’m sure this will solve all our problems. I humour him anyway, resting my back against the seat’s cushion. Ten seconds pass in silence, just the hum of the train carriage throbbing rhythmically.
“This is stupid-“
“Shush.” Trev stares at me intently, trapping my eyes into his own. I don’t think to look away, why would I. He continues talking, I hear the words floating past me but don’t register what they are. It feels like minutes until his fingers snap in front of his face, and the spell is broken. He just smiles and waits expectantly for me to reply. His legs move from the seat next to me and I follow their movement.
“I—I guess.” I stutter, unsure of what I’m replying to, feeling slightly dizzy, like waking from a dream. For some reason my eyes seem drawn to his feet, now resting on the edge of my own seat, fidgeting between my thighs. I didn’t notice that they were sockless before… or that they were so big.
“Deeper.” He snaps his fingers again. My eyes are feeling so heavy, it’s becoming harder to keep them open. “Picture your boy sitting in your place. See it in your head.” I think about him, see his dreamy smile, like the one growing on my face. “So easy.” Trev repeats, my head nodding absently to his words. He adjusts and pushes his feet against my groin. Hmmf. I should tell him to stop. To stop…
“Uhh.” The dull sound leaves my lips instead of the words I wanted, the rubbing sensation fraying the edges of my thoughts.
Trev’s fingers fiddle at his pockets. He pulls out a vape stick and blows a huge bubblegum flavoured cloud of smoke into my face. The fumes flow through my open mouth and circle my head. His hands appear to be moving in slow motion, like everything was suddenly at half speed.
“Being in charge is exhausting huh. Much better to just relax and follow along, like your boyfriend would.” Yeah, he would probably do whatever this guy asked him to.
“I bet he’d rub my feet If I told him to.”
“Yeah.” I agree, wrapping my hands around Trev’s chunky feet - he definitely would. I run my fingers up and down his sole, picturing my boyfriend in this situation.
“Eyes up here fam.”
*snap*
I look back up at him, falling into his stare once more, entranced. My hands continue to massage him, passing over the curves and arches of his large feet. The shame of doing this in a public place completely lost on me. “Good foot boy.” I fail to hold back a moan at the validation. Is this what it feels like? It feels…nice, good.
I sense my body start to slowly lean forward of its own volition. Trev loudly exhales, his lips pursing. Another dose of bubblegum mist fogs my view. “What else would your boy do?”
“Don’t know…”
“Bet he’d love to sniff my lush feet hm?”
Probably, I think. He was way more kinky than me about such things. This guy’s feet were quite ripe after all, maybe if I got a bit closer…no—no what am I doing? I begin to pull back when his intense eyes narrow at me.
“It’s okay. I can see you want to take a whiff too. Boy.” His inflection changed on the last word. There was something about the way he said it. Powerful.
“My—my boyfriend will be-“ My voice cracks.
“Put your fucking nose here. And sniff my cheesy feet.” He orders, accentuating each word, dropping all pretence - his finger snapping and pointing down.
It’s like a switch being pressed in my head. The words cut like a knife right through any lingering hesitation. My face lowers and inhales deeply, sucking up his harsh scent.
“Yeah.” I mumble from behind his feet in a daze.
“Yeah what?”
*snap snap*
“Yes sir.” I don’t know why I said it, it just slipped from my lips and then it was too late to take it back. Too late to stop, as my face leans down to his foot like a magnet. Too late to pretend I didn’t want a sniff, my nostrils breathing the thick musky air.
“A good start boy.” I tentatively take a couple more whiffs, a part of me still attempting to hold back, feeling self aware. He rolls his eyes and shoves his feet forcefully into my face, my nose pushed snugly between his big toe. His stench shrouds my head like a cloud. The concept of ‘disgusting’ faded to nothingness.
“Salt and vinegar flavour, your fav.” Trev asserts. It became true the moment the words left his lips. Salty and eye watering. My favourite. My cock liked it too apparently.
“You look so much better under me, worshiping me - where you belong. Keep going.” And I did. Breathing deeply, in and out. In and out. The heat from his foot radiates outwards, travelling down my body, seeping into my skin. “Wouldn’t your boy agree to be at my feet at all times If that’s what I wanted?” He—I would. I want nothing else.
“Of course sir.” I say, unaware that the words would seal my fate.
Something is changing. A shift in weight. My whole body starts to feel lighter, filling with air. My skin itches, a rash forming across it’s surface - bleaching every inch an even, clean white. The rash crawls down my chest, flattening my modest set of abs, leaving everything it touches incredibly soft, absorbent and flexible. Tiny strands of fuzzy cotton fabric poke out from each pore; the changes showed no sign of stopping.
Everything is happening all at once, alarms try and go off in my brain but it’s preoccupied swimming in a musky drunken stupor. My feet seem to leave the floor as my form inexplicably shrinks, the length of my arms folding inwards as my body simplifies.
“Look at you bruv. You were easy as fuck.” I gaze up at him, his smug face towering over me, looking so far away. A puff of vape smoke floats down towards me, particles dissolving on my cushioned skin. The sweet aroma mixes with the smell of his sour feet. “Just one look into my eyes and you were done. Get socked bro.”
Trev started to appear bigger and bigger, his feet dwarfing my new size, now taking up my whole view. It was like my essence was being pulled around his foot. My mouth opens and his toes slip effortlessly inside, stretching me out and making themselves at home. The rest of his foot follows, his ankle resting at my opening. It sets off my gag reflex momentarily, before feeling perfectly natural, like I was tailor made for his foot.
“Sorry bud, they’re a size 13.”
The taste of his potent sole explodes into me. I’m violently shaken out of my trance-like haze, the world around me speeds up. I try and desperately pull away, lucidity returning like a slap to the face. Why am I on the floor? Why is his foot in my mouth?! Oh shit oh shit!
“Get socked!” Trev yells enthusiastically. “Get fucking socked!”
Control is slipping away. My skin pulls taut around his foot, the fabric digging between his toes. It feels as though every part of me is pressed against him, his warmth surrounding me. My new shape settles into place, defined by his smooth curves.
I can’t move my ‘body’ at all, but all my senses still persist…somehow. My blurry vision clears, a sudden shift in view makes me disoriented. It’s as if I have a pov of the room from the bottom of Trev’s foot, he lowers it to the floor and my worldview erratically drops to carpet level before going dark. The material of the carpet brushes against me, the strange sensation is embarrassingly pleasing; bringing attention to the absence of my cock. Relief now seemed impossible.
“Socked. Man, I love that initial freshness. Tbh, it makes the inevitable even more fun.”
He pushes the weight of his foot into me, his sweaty soles sticking to my tight fabric body. It feels humiliating to be literally stuck on the ground. His stench clings to me, soaking me in his foot musk. The imprint of his toes yellowing my surface. It’s like having his foot down my throat, perpetually swallowing his mind numbing sweat.
“Mmm that’s good, you hang so tightly. A perfect fit. Hope you like sucking on my rank fucking toes. Cuz now you’re just my stinky ripe sock. Fucking idiot. Can’t wait to get you worn in.”
That’s not possible, I can’t be a sock…it defies logic. This is a nightmare I’m about to wake up from, any second now…any second…
He pulls at me and stretches my ribbed opening up and over his tracksuit, stuffing the silky material into me.
“So much more… pliable.” Trev wiggles his toes and my body conforms to it’s every movement, lodging in between each one. I try and desperately struggle, do something. I manage to achieve a light wriggle that only helps pull myself tighter against his skin.
Trev lifts his foot and points it towards the window, the dark night air rushing past outside. A clear reflection echoes back. I stare at it in disbelief, wanting to blink the reality from my eyes. A caricature of my shocked face is crudely printed on the underside of the sock - trapped frozen in time, with the word ‘SNIFF’ sewn into the fabric. The material was already beginning to discolour. Logic or not, That’s all I am now - a cheap white sock. His sock. An object.
“Basic as fuck boy makes basic as fuck sock. Lit.” He points out, smirking in the reflection while he checks out his new kit. Trev puts his feet back up on the seat, letting me watch the empty space where I had been sitting - back when I was more than just his property.
“Enjoy the view, while you can cheesy. You’re going to spend most of your time staring at the floor, or the inside of my fumigated sneaker.” What joy. I hadn’t even thought about that, about what comes next. Surely he didn’t plan to keep me like this? “Hmm. I think the name Dominic is a bit too fancy for you now, how about…sock. Simple, to the point.” Trev steps me back against the ground, his heel slightly raised. “Suits you, don’t you think sock?”
Light footsteps thud from down the carriage, getting closer and closer. “Hey babe. I wanted to apologise, Nate thinks—who are you? Umm where’s my boyfriend?” Addy had returned, this was my chance.
I wanted to shout and cry out to him, to get his attention anyway possible. I conjured a barely audible rustle and then nothing. All it did was reinforce how small and subservient I now felt, forced to listen to my owner in silence.
“Oh he’s not gone far, cutie. Sit.”
I hear my boyfriend stammer from above. All it took was one compliment and he turned to putty. In most cases it was endearing, but right now I needed him to be anything but agreeable.
I feel the weight on me shift. I glide through the air again, Addy’s expression coming into view across from me, from us.
“He’s…” Addy looks me over curiously.
“Yep. He got socked.”
“Gosh. That’s…hot.” His cheeks blush.
WHAAT! You’ve got to be kidding me! Damn, why did he have to be so kinky when I need him to rescue me. I can recognise his horny face a mile away.
“Now it’s your turn. Look at my eyes.” Trev’s voice taking on a more serious tone. Addy’s eyes dart up, quickly becoming ensnared by Trev’s hypnotic gaze. No, please snap out of it. “Good, keep looking. Relax. Let me give you the deets. In a few minutes you’re gonna have the privilege of having my foot up your arse, sucking up my sweat as a thin piece of fabric like your bf. You’ll be my sock puppet, controlled completely by my foot. You can already feel my toes pushing at your mind. You want it. Say it.” Trev waves me back and forth, hypnotically.
“But…mmm,”
“Say it.”
*snap*
“I — I want to be your smelly sock puppet. Pleaseee Master.” He moans in a trance.
“Course you do.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Addy’s shorts were noticeably tenting, a wet spot forming at the tip. He was getting off on the idea! “Sock puppet. Look at your boy, read the word sewn into him. You know what to do.”
Addy’s head leans towards me, eclipsing my vision. His huge nose presses up against me, his eyes dilating. I can feel his wavering breath brush at my cotton skin. He did exactly what the sock - me, said to and sniffed. The hesitant whiffs quickly devolve into enthusiastic huffing.
“Babeee. Hmmf. You smell so niceee. Mmmm.”
“That’s an obedient sock sniffing sock puppet.” Trev assured him. ”Now onto the other one.” Addy moves away from my view, I can only see him shuffling at the edge of my narrow locked vision. “Ready to join him?”
“Yes masterrrr.” Addy’s voice slurs monotonously. “Enter me and take control. We’re both yours.” Like hell we are!
“I want you to lick this foot clean like a dirty dog before it becomes your new home.” I hear him start to slobber all over Trev. “Good puppet. Get socked.”
The sound of my boyfriend licking and moaning in heat continued for what felt like an eternity. There was nothing I could do but be suspended in the air like my owner deemed appropriate.
“It’s time to become a puppet. Turn around and spread that cute bubble butt. There we go, feel my foot enter your rear, filling you up, fucking your tiny brain. Ufff. Tight. Fuck. Let’s stretch you out, nice and wide. Ahh that’s better. Your hole clamping around my ankle. Yeah. Becoming soft and flexible. A sock puppet. A sweat guzzling, empty-headed, dirty filthy sock puppet.” I can just about see Addy’s head, craning back in pleasure as he’s foot fucked.
“Butt feels…Hnng my—my body…” Addy pants desperately.
“Now belongs to my fat fucking foot. SOCK. PUPPET.
“Pu—puppet.” Addy’s bobbing head pulls out of sight, compressing around the invader inside him.
“Sock puppet. Surrendered all free will. Sock puppet. Commanded by feet. What are you?”
“I’m a sock… a sock puppet. Mmmmf…I’m a soooommfff.”
His voice goes silent. I can only assume he’s turning into a perfect match for Trev’s other foot. The thought horrifies me, but also gets me a little excited. I glimpse a pristine white shape shudder next to me. Trev sits up and places both feet flat on the ground, in order to admire his new additions to the collection.
“Hell yeah. You two make the cutest pair. Glad I could help bring you ‘together’. And no more worries about disagreements ‘lmao’. Go on, kiss and make up.”
Trev bends his legs and points me at Addy’s new form, his lustful face captured on the socks sole; the word ‘LICK’ was immortalised above. I was for sniffing and he for licking, it made a bizarre kind of sense to my addled brain. He brings his feet together and rubs us both against each other, our ‘faces’ pressed closely. My mind blurs, the friction bringing searing white hot bliss. God it’s amazing. He was so soft! Please more. More! Babe. Don’t stop. Get socked!
Trev eventually pulls us apart, I watch the folds of Addy’s loose fabric pull taut, finalising his transformation. He made a cute sock, just like me. We were now on equal footing. Wait, what am I thinking? This is insane, I don’t want this! Was I stuck like this? Would it be really so bad? No, stop.
I realised that the smell was permeating my thoughts, twisting them. Knowing that didn’t change how good it felt, how good his touch felt, his musk.
“Don’t worry, when I go to replace you I’ll be sure to sell you on as a pair to one of my foot sluts. Let’s be honest, as socks go, you’re kinda ‘mid’ at best.” The comment did nothing to reassure me about turning back to human. “Man you gay nerds are so dumb, none of you can resist my scent. It’s like you want to be part of my fit. Even my sneaks gave more of a struggle than you two lovebirds. All I need now is some new undies to stretch over my ass and hug my fat dong and balls. Know anyone?” Trev pauses and then laughs to himself.
As each minute passed my mind became more subdued, it was relaxing, becoming content. The part that was angry, defiant, was shrinking. A bubbling happiness was slowly expanding within me. I did my best to push it back but with my senses overwhelmed, it was a seemingly losing battle. Addy was probably already loving every second of it.
“Let’s have some fun. Which one of you will make a good cum sock? Who am I kidding, you’ll both be great. But for now…”
He peels me free from his foot, holding me limply in the air. For a moment I feel incredibly empty, already missing his warmth. The disappointment is short lived; I’m quickly filled out as he pulls me over a stiff pole. His cock. His glorious thick shaft. I’m forced to swallow it whole, it’s tip poking at my edges.
With his hand around me he wanks me furiously, using me as sleeve. ‘Don’t enjoy it’, I shout internally. This sucks. This sucks! It’s hard to ignore the pleasure it brings the both of us. Oh god I’m being stretched out by him completely. It sucks. Sucks… this…mmm. Faster. Go faster! Fill me! Cum inside me, mark me as yours!
My sexy owners pumping reaches a crescendo, now with both hands thrusting me up and down. One final tug. A grunt. A twitch. Thick copious splooge unloads right into me, flooding my interior. His fuckboy seed is absorbed into me, my cotton body sucking up every drop. A dark patch spreads across me and crusts over as it dries. The bitter taste lingers, like the cum was sat on my tongue.
“Fuck me, that was sweet. But enough fun.” Trev pulls me off his dick and janks me back over his foot, his toes push against my cum stained dark spot, still damp.
Trev’s phone starts to ring with some loud trap song. “Trev. Yeah. Yeah mate. Course, you fucka. Be arriving soon. Mint, I got me some new gear too. Ace. Uh huh…K, chat tomorrow.”
What would have normally been inane babble to me made a concerning amount of sense, like his identity was somehow rubbing off on me.
He stands up, dragging something over to him with his other foot. I’m lifted high into the air, tauntingly hovering over his beat up shoe. I can’t help but look down at my future smelly prison. I don’t think my mind can take any more…
It didn’t help knowing that the sneaker was once a guy, now heavily used. It was like seeing a glimpse of my own fate. Mmmm.
“Let’s get you acquainted.”
I see the trainer hurtle towards me as I’m lowered to the floor. My edges slide effortlessly into the pungent confines of his sneaker, the thick stale air engulfing me. I’m pressed against the stained sole and squelch against it’s moist surface; the outline of his foot clearly indented into the material. My vision goes pitch black.
The stench is blasted at me from all sides. Fuck me. I don’t stand a chance against it, my mind is drowned beneath its waves. Sinking below as new, more simple desires emerge.
There’s a muffled sound of an announcement playing overhead. “Guess this is where we get off lads. I should probably warn you, me mates and I have a footie match tomorrow. And I don’t plan on removing you, after that I expect you won’t even want to be turned back. Not that I ever planned to. I’m sure you stinkheads don’t object? Sorted.”
I didn’t object, in fact, I— I think I was looking forward to it. My printed face would probably be completely yellow by the end of it, as it should. Mmm.
The weight of his foot lifts as I feel myself rise from the floor and then just as quickly I’m pushed back down to the ground. My boyfriend being subject to the same in tandem. A second later and it happens again and then again, each step the strength of his body squishes me against the shoes insole, which sticks to my surface. And each time, my brain is submerged in a pleasant sweaty haze, scattering whatever dim thoughts I had left. The weight flattening my mind to sodden mush. Rewarding me for fulfilling my role as his smelly, mindless sock, us both huffing at our owners beautiful addictive feet. Together.
“Maybe we should stop off at that gay convention first, see how many noses we can get pressed against you two while you get sucked dry. Plus, we could find that friend of yours to get wrapped around my big sweaty butt.”
Yeahhh…I bet Nate would make a perfect pair of fucking briefs.
I wanna be a chav
I wanna be a chav/scally. looking to get transformed.
bit hard tho since i’m American
could use all the help i can get haha
