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Great story, need some tags though
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.
I would know what to do next…
POV
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.
