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Gold transforms us all bros 💛

Sleepover

Had my best pal Mitchel from high school at mine for an sleepover to show how much has changed over the last months. I can tell you he was really shocked standing before him in my golden soccer kit - my daily outfit to show my loyalty to the team and my bros.

We chilled on the couch with some movies, but he didn’t noticed the subliminal sound that played in my room. After that I showed him my room with all of my uniform for the team. He was pretty transfixed by my golden collection. I told him to stay as long as he wants in my room and that he could try one on. I reminded him that it is a choice for a lifetime and left.

It didn’t took long for him to shout my name, demanding my presence… long story short… Mitchell was gone, only @jacksongold remained with the big number 15 on his back.

He’s now part of the brotherhood, part of the family, part of the team! He became golden! 💛

We know you want to join too, to find your place on our team. Just message @scott-golden9 and you will be part of the family! 💛

meatheadz 4 lyf n alweyz golden braaaaah

Just me and my meathedz twin @scott-golden9 in our golden glory

Always welcome @knightofgolden bro

Thank you @scott-golden9 for helping me become Grayden a.k.a. The Golden Knight the mascot of the #Golden Army.

Additional stories to come later.

gotta love dat we cowboyz brah, growin up as cowboyz and meatheadz is da best life ever

@romangolden68 took an updated pic of me and mah twin @golden-logan10 on da family farm we grew up on, huhu we look so awesome n hawt bruhs, no shirts can contain our hot meathead bods

💪🏼👑💛

Lifting Gold

Michael was just a shy lad entering the gym for the first time in the hopes of putting on some muscle to fill out his clothes. His skinny arms and legs and flat chest made him feel puny, weak and pathetic. As he entered the gym for the first time he sees so many people working out with so much more muscle than he has and it made him feel even more insecure.

He shrugged and headed to the dumbbells grabbing the smallest weight to start doing some bicep curls. He looked around at all the gym goers and one in particular caught his eye. A young lad in a golden top also doing dumbbell curls.

The top shimmered and had a hypnotic effect on Michael who had to shake his head and look away for the fuzzy feeling in his head to go away. Little did he know that the guy had noticed and had smirked to himself knowing the golden effect had begun to work on its next victim.

Michael was feeling deflated after a month of lifting weights but seeing no real improvements on his body. He was about to leave the gym after another disappointing session when he heard someone call out "Wait up bro!"

Turning around he saw the lad he saw on his first day at the gym jogging over to him. The golden football top shimmering as he moved. "What's up?" Michael asked, trying not to stare at the top but failing. The boy smiled, "Name's Scott bro and I just thought you'd want to know about an easier way to get better at the gym."

Michael frowned "Im not looking to do steroids." The boy laughed, "Nah bro I dont mean THAT. I mean this." He tapped at his shirt, Michael stared at it, "Uhhhhhh" the boy smiled at the confusion on Michael's face and and told him to follow him into the empty fhanging rooms.

Once inside, he lifted his arm up and Michael got a whiff of musk that clouded his thoughts and made his mind go numb, "Uhhhhhhhh" he said staring at the golden top. Scott smiled "That's it bro dont fight it just give in the golden effect." Michael's face took on a dreamy dopey expression the more he huffed the musk until finally he said "I want a gold top."

Scott smiled and whisked one out handing it to him. Michael took it ans slipped it on and the effects were instantaneous. All of a sudden hos body changed becoming more toned and muscular his posture changed too become more confident and cocky. Old memories vanished thanks to Scott's musk and new ones came in.

Within seconds Dale stood before Scott and said "Lets go lift some weights bro huhuhuhu." Scott smiled and gave his new bro a fist bump as they exited the changing rooms. Scott was excited to introduce his new bro Dale to the full Golden Team.

BREAKING NEWS GOLD IS LIFE

Fit az bruhhhh

Ever since I got on the team I've been hitting the gym non stop! Feel like a total douchebag bodybuilder and I fucking love it, Huhuhuhuhu!

Should out to my bro @romangolden68. for generating these badass pics! One of the best bros I've got!

The Gold Team has ancient fucking roots bro, all the way back to alpha cavemen! We've always been around and we always will be! FUCK YEAH, GO GOLD!

glad ya helpin out broski! ya bros are thirsty after all practices and match days 💪🏼 GO GOLD!

Sup bros! I'm Greg, new Head Waterboy for the best team in the world! Any of my bros need anything, anytime I got yous backs 💪. Huge shout out to my bro @scott-golden9 for bringin me on, hit him up if you want in on the team. Time to head out, got lotsa thirsty bros to look after. GO GOLD!

Dudes..Greg is awesome bros

Been a long day of runnin around takin care of mah gold team bros. Makin sure their gold bottles stay full, wipin em down after their workouts, using mah magic hands to give em back energy in time for the game, you name it! Had to take mah shirt off cause I was workin up a sweat runnin around so much, but my bros said they liked it so I kept off huhu. Want me to take care of ya too bro? Hit up mah broski @scott-golden9 and apply for the team! GOLD FOR LIFE!

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! 💛💛

We are not in this for the fantasy bros, this is a reality for all of us, we are bringing the gold into our real lives daily, everywhere we go, everything we do, we strive to be at the top, be our Golden best selves than we were peviously before we joined the team.

The Camaderie is great between us, we share everything, even the shy bros are not shy anymore as they are out of their golden shells that they were hidden in before the team.

We boost each other up, motivate each other, show the bro love that we have and we have bonded massively which happens straught away as soon as we accepted the gold jersey in our lives. So much real fun even in our group and everyone gotten motivated to even do pics and stories (which are hot af bruhs), heck even I never used to make pics or captions til the team came along and I thank our amazing Captain Richard and Co-Captain @jacksongold for establishing our team.

I am glad we are making this real worldwide and not just some fantasy, if you want to join and be part of the team and be better in real life and not just behind a screen then message me or our Captain @hypnogold or my awesome twin @golden-logan10 and we will sort ya out.

The Gold Army is coming bro. Once the gold jersey touches ur skin bro ur gunna change bro. Forever a dumb jock. Addicted to muscle and bro life. All ur gunna do is flex n gym n sports bro.

Give in, become like everyone else bro.

As James sat in the chair, gripping the golden jersey tighter, his mind raced. The room felt smaller with every second, the energy of the golden team around him almost overwhelming. Their smiles were broad, but behind them was a certain intensity that made his heart pound faster.

"Bro, you're overthinking it," one of them said, leaning in slightly. His muscles bulged under the shimmering AC Milan kit, and his grin was so wide, it was almost unsettling. "Just put it on. You’ll see. You’ll be like us in no time."

James shifted in his seat, glancing down at the golden jersey. “I don’t know… this feels weird,” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. “I mean, I’m not sure if this is… for me.”

The room erupted in laughter, not mocking, but knowing. They’d heard it before. One of the team members clapped his hands on his thighs, grinning. “Dude, that’s exactly what we all said at first! It’s totally normal to feel confused. But trust me, once that jersey’s on, everything becomes clear.”

Another chimed in, crossing his arms over his chest. “You won’t even remember why you were hesitating. I mean, look at us—don’t we look like we have doubts?”

James frowned, looking at the way they all stood confidently, their golden kits almost glowing in the sunlight pouring through the windows. “But… what if I don’t want to change?” he asked, his voice shaking a little. “What if I’m fine the way I am?”

The man across from him leaned forward, his voice dropping a little. “James, bro… that’s what everyone says. But the thing is, you don’t really know what you’re missing until you try it.” His eyes locked onto James’s, a spark of something deeper. “You’ll feel stronger, more confident—part of something bigger than yourself.”

James blinked, looking around the room. The pressure was mounting, but his head swirled with questions. "But... what happens when I put it on? Do I change immediately?"

The group laughed again, this time with a touch more reassurance. "Nah, bro, it’s not magic,” one of them said, smiling. “You just start feeling better—like everything makes sense. You'll be thinking clearer, feeling more confident. And before you know it, you're one of us."

James glanced at the jersey again, his hands trembling. The fabric seemed to shimmer in his grasp, almost as if it was waiting for him. But deep down, he could feel the pull. He could feel his resistance slipping, just like the others before him.

Still unsure, he looked back up, confusion clouding his face. “And what if I don’t want to be like you?”

The room grew quieter for a moment. The man standing closest to James smiled, but his eyes were serious. “Bro… that’s not really how this works. Once you put it on, you’ll want to be like us. You’ll understand.”

James’s heart raced, his fingers curling tighter around the jersey. The decision was closing in on him, but the confusion lingered in his mind. Could he resist? Could he stay the same?

Or was it already too late?

The Golden Office: Prequel

It started innocently enough. Brody, the department manager, had always been focused on pushing the team to meet targets. He was the classic middle-manager—driven, slightly stressed, and always running between meetings. But that all changed the day he was invited to lunch by Ryan, a regional director who had recently joined the company.

Brody had noticed something odd about Ryan lately. The man had come into the company wearing a typical business suit, but over the past month, Brody saw him transitioning into something different—his appearance, his attitude, even his clothes. Ryan had started wearing this strange golden jersey—a tight, shimmering AC Milan kit that made him look more like an athlete than a director. And ever since, his demeanor had changed too. He was more laid-back, confident, but with an edge, like he knew something others didn’t.

Brody’s curiosity got the better of him, and he agreed to meet Ryan for lunch. The moment he walked into the café, Ryan greeted him with a firm handshake and an even firmer grin.

“Good to see you, Brody,” Ryan said, his golden jersey glinting under the lights. “Take a seat, bro. I’ve got something special for you.”

Brody sat down, eyeing Ryan’s muscular frame. He had never seen Ryan look this fit before. Ryan noticed his gaze and smirked. “You’ve been wondering about the kit, haven’t you? I can tell.”

Brody cleared his throat, trying to play it off. “Yeah, I mean, it’s... different. Didn’t know AC Milan had a fan club in the office.”

Ryan laughed, a deep, relaxed sound. “Oh, it’s much more than that, bro. Trust me. It’s all part of something bigger.” He leaned in, his voice lowering. “And I think you’re ready for it.”

Brody shifted in his seat. “Ready for what?”

Ryan didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he waved the waiter over and ordered for both of them. “Two golden coffees, please.”

Brody raised an eyebrow. “Golden coffee?”

Ryan grinned. “You’ll see, bro. It’s the first step.”

The coffee arrived shortly after, and Brody stared at the cup in front of him. The liquid inside was unlike anything he’d seen—it shimmered, almost glowing, with a deep golden hue. The scent was rich and intoxicating, making his mouth water despite his hesitation.

Ryan lifted his cup, taking a long sip, his eyes locking with Brody’s. “Go ahead. Take a sip, bro. It’ll change everything.”

Brody hesitated for a moment, but curiosity and peer pressure won out. He lifted the cup and took a cautious sip. The taste exploded on his tongue—smooth, sweet, with a strange kick of energy that hit him like a shot of adrenaline. His entire body tingled as warmth spread through his veins, his muscles tightening as if he had just finished a workout.

Ryan smiled knowingly. “Feels good, right?”

Brody blinked, his mind spinning. “What... what is this?”

Ryan leaned back in his chair, flexing his arms. “It’s the start of something amazing, bro. Once you’ve had the golden coffee, you’ll start feeling the pull. And soon, you’ll be ready to put on the kit.”

Brody’s head buzzed with energy. He wanted to ask more questions, but the coffee had clouded his thoughts. All he could focus on was how good he felt—stronger, sharper, more alive.

The next day, Brody couldn’t stop thinking about the golden coffee. He had been skeptical at first, but the way it made him feel—he hadn’t experienced anything like it before. It was as if the coffee had unlocked something inside him, giving him a surge of power he couldn’t ignore.

That afternoon, Ryan showed up at Brody’s office, unannounced. He was wearing the same golden AC Milan kit, looking more confident than ever.

“Brody, bro, you ready to take the next step?” Ryan asked, tossing a folded golden jersey onto Brody’s desk. “You’ve had the coffee. Now it’s time to join the team.”

Brody stared at the jersey, feeling the same pull he had felt when drinking the coffee. His fingers twitched toward it, but a part of him still resisted. “Ryan, I don’t know... this feels... weird.”

Ryan shrugged, a casual smile on his face. “I get it, bro. It’s a big change. But trust me, once you slip this on, you won’t look back. You’ll be better in every way.”

Brody looked at the jersey again. The way it shimmered in the light, the golden crest glinting, almost felt like it was calling to him. With a deep breath, he grabbed it and slowly pulled it over his head.

The moment the fabric touched his skin, Brody gasped. His muscles seemed to swell, his chest tightening as the jersey molded to his body. His posture straightened, his shoulders broadening, and a rush of energy shot through him—stronger than what the coffee had given him. His mind cleared, and suddenly everything felt right.

Ryan clapped him on the back. “There you go, bro! Looking good!”

Brody flexed his arms, watching his biceps bulge under the tight golden jersey. He felt powerful, more in control than ever. “Bro... this is unreal.”

Ryan grinned. “Told you. Welcome to the team, bro. You’re one of us now.”

The following week, Brody’s transformation didn’t go unnoticed. He started coming into the office every day wearing his golden AC Milan kit, his once-stressed demeanor replaced with pure confidence. He no longer talked about deadlines or quotas—instead, he flexed, laughed, and kept throwing around the word “bro” in nearly every sentence.

His employees exchanged confused glances as they saw their once-hard-driving manager become a jockish, overconfident version of himself.

One day, during a team meeting, Brody casually tossed his legs onto the conference table and grinned at his team. “Alright, bros, let’s crush this week! We’re all leveling up soon. Who’s ready to join me?”

His employees looked around awkwardly. Steve, the quietest member of the team, raised his hand timidly. “Uh, join you for what, Brody?”

Brody’s grin widened as he reached under the table and pulled out another golden jersey. “To join the team, bro! It’s all about leveling up. The golden kit makes you stronger, faster, better. You’ve seen it in action.”

Steve frowned, eyeing the jersey like it was something alien. “I’m not sure, Brody. This seems… weird. What’s with the whole ‘bro’ thing?”

Brody leaned forward, his muscular arms resting on the table. “That’s just how it is, bro. Once you’re part of the team, you get it. You’re stronger, more confident, and, well, you’re a bro! There’s no room for hesitation, just winning.”

The team stared at him in silence. Steve shook his head. “I don’t think that’s for me, Brody. I like the way things are.”

Brody’s smile tightened. “Come on, bro, don’t be like that. Just try it on. Once you do, you’ll see what I’m talking about.”

Steve looked around, uncomfortable with everyone watching him. But Brody’s insistence was unnerving. Reluctantly, he took the jersey from Brody’s hands, holding it as if it might bite him.

A few days passed, and Steve hadn’t put on the golden kit. Brody noticed. So did Ryan. And while Steve had managed to dodge wearing it so far, the pressure kept mounting.

One afternoon, as Steve was heading toward the breakroom, he found himself face-to-face with Mark and Alex, two guys who had already joined Brody’s team. They were standing by the coffee machine, both wearing their golden AC Milan kits, flexing casually while sipping on their golden coffees.

“Yo, Steve, bro,” Mark called out, grinning widely. “Why aren’t you wearing your jersey yet? What, scared to level up?”

Steve’s heart raced. He had hoped to avoid this conversation. “Uh, yeah, I’m just not sure it’s for me, guys.”

Alex laughed, tossing his empty coffee cup into the bin. “Bro, you don’t get it yet. Once you put it on, everything changes. You’ll be part of the team. Trust me, you’ll feel amazing.”

Before Steve could respond, Brody appeared from around the corner, his golden jersey glinting under the fluorescent lights. “Steve, my man, what’s the holdup? It’s time to join us, bro.”

Steve shook his head, backing up slightly. “I’m fine, Brody. I don’t need the jersey.”

Brody’s smile faded slightly, but his voice remained smooth. “Steve, bro, this isn’t optional. It’s time to level up.”

Mark and Alex stepped closer, each of them holding golden jerseys in their hands. Steve’s heart pounded in his chest as he backed up against the wall. “No, I don’t want to—”

But before he could finish, Brody and Mark moved quickly, pulling the golden jersey over his head. Steve struggled for a moment, but as soon as the fabric touched his skin, his resistance began to fade. His eyes widened as his body tensed, the jersey tightening around his chest and arms. His muscles swelled, his posture straightening as the transformation took hold.

Within moments, Steve’s face relaxed, his confusion replaced by a wide grin. He flexed his arms, admiring the way the golden jersey hugged his new, athletic frame. “Bro... this is sick!”

Brody clapped him on the back. “Told you, bro! Welcome to the team, Chase 18.”

Steve—no, Chase—laughed, his voice deeper now, more confident. “Bro, I feel amazing! Why didn’t I do this sooner?”

Alex and Mark high-fived him, their grins matching his. “Told you, bro! The golden kit’s the best. We’re all bros now.”

The resistance

Arthur and Luke sat quietly in the cramped breakroom, whispering to one another, eyes darting across the office. They were part of the last remaining resistance—a small group that had managed to avoid being recruited into the golden team. Nearly everyone else had succumbed, one by one, to the allure of the shimmering golden AC Milan kits. The jerseys, once a strange curiosity, now signified power and dominance in the office, worn proudly over white button-up shirts.

Arthur, sharp-eyed and determined, had resisted the longest. He saw what the kits did to people. First, they changed their bodies—making them stronger, more confident—but it didn’t stop there. Their minds followed, their personalities flattening, becoming more jockish and loyal to the team. Words like “bro” flooded the office as workers flexed and laughed their way through their days, the golden coffee fueling their transformations.

Luke had been close to breaking. He almost wore the kit once, but Arthur had pulled him back from the edge, reminding him of who he really was. They had agreed—no matter what happened, they would resist together.

But now, things were getting worse. Brody and his golden team were coming for them, and they knew it.

It started subtly, just like with the others. Arthur found the golden spiral card in his desk drawer one morning, the swirling design almost pulling him in. He tossed it in the trash immediately, but the message was clear: they were targeting him next.

Luke noticed the tension in Arthur’s jaw as he sat at his desk, eyes scanning the office. He leaned over, voice low. “You okay, man?”

Arthur nodded stiffly. “They left the spiral for me. They’re coming soon. I can feel it.”

Luke clenched his fists. “Then we have to act fast. We can’t wait for them to surround you.”

They met after hours in a forgotten corner of the office—a spot where the golden team rarely went, too consumed with flexing and joking near the breakroom or conference room. It was the last place where they could talk freely without fear of being overheard.

“They’ve already converted too many,” Arthur said, his voice quiet but steady. “We’re running out of time.”

Luke nodded. “We’ll need a plan. If we don’t get out soon, they’ll—”

He stopped mid-sentence. Footsteps echoed down the hallway, growing louder. The door to the small breakroom creaked open, and in walked Brody, flanked by two others from the golden team, all wearing their kits proudly over white shirts.

Brody grinned, his muscles flexing under the tight golden fabric. “Hey, Arthur. Luke. What are you guys doing here all alone?”

Luke’s heart pounded in his chest. Arthur stepped forward, trying to block Brody’s path. “We’re not interested, Brody. Just leave us alone.”

Brody’s grin widened, but there was no humor in his eyes. “Oh, I’m afraid it’s not that simple anymore, bro. You see, we’ve got a jersey with your name on it.”

From behind his back, Brody pulled out a folded golden AC Milan kit. It shimmered under the fluorescent lights, almost glowing as he tossed it onto the table between them.

“Go ahead,” Brody said smoothly. “Just try it on. You’ll feel amazing. Trust me, bro.”

Arthur stepped back instinctively, his eyes locked on the golden jersey. He knew what would happen if he touched it—he’d seen it too many times before. His resistance would crumble, his body would change, and soon, he’d be flexing and talking like the rest of them, lost to the golden team.

Luke could see the panic in Arthur’s eyes. Without thinking, he lunged forward, pushing the jersey away from Arthur. “Stay away from him!” Luke shouted.

But in his haste to protect Arthur, Luke’s hand brushed against the golden fabric.

The moment his fingers grazed the kit, Luke froze. His breath hitched as a jolt of electricity shot up his arm. His muscles tensed, and a strange warmth spread through his body, as if the jersey were reaching out, pulling him in. Luke tried to pull his hand away, but it was too late—the jersey had already started its work.

Arthur’s eyes widened in horror. “Luke, no!”

Luke’s heart raced as he felt the pull of the golden kit. He had been so close to saving Arthur, but now, he was caught in the same trap. His hand trembled as he tried to fight the sensation, but the golden fabric was warm, inviting, and he could feel his resolve slipping away.

Brody’s grin only widened as he watched Luke struggle. “I told you, bro. It’s inevitable. Once you touch the kit, there’s no going back. Only we can touch the kit as much as we like, see this”

Luke’s body shuddered as the golden energy coursed through him. His muscles twitched, his mind buzzed, and he could feel the power of the jersey calling to him. It would be so easy to give in, to let the transformation take him, to join the team like so many others. But deep down, he didn’t want it. He didn’t want to lose himself.

“Arthur...” Luke gasped, his voice strained as he tried to pull his hand away from the jersey. “I... I didn’t mean to...”

Arthur rushed forward, grabbing Luke’s wrist and pulling him back. “Fight it, Luke. You can still fight it.”

But Luke’s eyes were starting to glaze over, his body slowly responding to the touch of the golden kit. His muscles began to tense and swell, his posture straightening as the pull grew stronger.

Arthur shook him, desperate. “Luke! Stay with me!”

Luke groaned, his free hand gripping the edge of the table as he tried to hold on. The golden jersey sat between them, glowing with an almost sinister warmth, and Luke could feel it drawing him in, deeper and deeper.

“I don’t... I don’t want to be like them...” Luke muttered, his voice faltering. His grip on Arthur’s hand tightened, but the temptation was growing too strong.

Brody leaned against the wall, watching the struggle with amusement. “Come on, Luke. You’ve already touched it. You know what happens next. Just let go, bro. You’ll be one of us soon enough.”

Luke’s body trembled as the last of his resistance began to slip. His muscles were already changing, thickening under his skin, preparing for the transformation that was about to overtake him.

Arthur’s heart pounded in his chest as he held onto Luke. He couldn’t lose him—not like this.

With a sudden burst of strength, Arthur yanked Luke back, away from the golden jersey. Luke stumbled, falling into Arthur’s arms, breathing heavily. His body still buzzed with the energy from the kit, but for now, he had pulled him away from its grip.

Brody shook his head, almost disappointed. “You can’t hold out forever, Arthur. Luke’s already halfway there. It’s just a matter of time.”

But Arthur wasn’t ready to give up. He helped Luke to his feet, his eyes filled with determination. “We’re not done yet.”

Luke, though weak and shaken, nodded, still fighting the effects of the jersey. “I’m not... I’m not gone yet, bro,” he said, his voice strained, but with a flicker of hope.

Brody and the others laughed, pushing off from the wall. “We’ll see, bro. We’ll see.”

The battle wasn’t over, but Arthur knew they were running out of time. The golden team was closing in, and Luke’s accidental touch had already put them at a disadvantage. But as long as they had each other, they still had a chance—however slim—to resist the growing force of the golden team.

And as long as they could hold out, they would fight.

Arthur’s heart pounded in his chest as he and Luke bolted down the hallway, dodging cubicles and avoiding the watchful eyes of the golden team. Luke, still weak from the near-transformation, stumbled behind him, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The golden AC Milan jersey he had accidentally touched was clutched tightly in his hand, and as they ran, he hastily shoved it into his bag, hiding it from view.

Behind them, Brody and the other golden team members watched them go, trying to chase them. Brody’s lips curled into a knowing smile, as if he already knew how this would end. “Run while you can, bros,” Brody muttered under his breath, flexing his arms. “You’ll be back.”

Arthur threw open the door to the office locker room, pulling Luke inside before slamming it shut. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting a dim glow over the rows of lockers and benches. They were alone for now, but Arthur knew it wouldn’t be long before the golden team came looking.

Luke slumped against the wall, wiping the sweat from his brow. “I almost... I almost lost it, man,” he muttered, still shaking. His eyes flicked to the bag at his side, where the golden jersey now rested, hidden but pulsing with its strange energy.

Arthur crouched beside him, his voice low. “We don’t have much time. They’ll come for us soon, and we need to be ready.”

Luke nodded weakly. “Yeah, bro. But what now? We can’t fight them...”

Arthur shook his head. “No. But we can hide. We can blend in, pretend like nothing’s changed until we find a way out.”

The locker room was quiet, save for the distant hum of the office beyond the door. Arthur paced, his mind racing as he tried to come up with a way for them to escape without being spotted. Luke sat on the bench, still recovering from the strange sensations that had gripped him when he touched the jersey.

“What if we blend in?” Arthur said suddenly, breaking the silence.

Luke frowned. “What do you mean?”

Arthur gestured to the lockers. “The golden team knows who we are. If we stay as we are, they’ll find us easily. But if we look like we’re part of the office—like we’re just another cog in the machine—they might not notice us. We could pretend to be someone else.”

Luke raised an eyebrow. “Like... camouflage?”

Arthur nodded, scanning the rows of lockers. “Exactly. If we dress like some of the others—someone they’re not targeting—they won’t pay attention to us.”

Luke thought for a moment, then stood up, still shaky but determined. “Yeah, bro... that could work. What do we need?”

Arthur crossed the room and opened a locker. Inside, he found what he was looking for: a neatly folded green suits. The classic attire for the accounting department—professional, bland, and most importantly, invisible.

“We’ll disguise ourselves as accountants,” Arthur said, pulling the suit from the locker. “No one bothers the accounting department. They keep their heads down, they don’t draw attention. We can use that to our advantage.”

Luke grabbed another suit from a nearby locker, slipping off his jacket and quickly changing into the new attire. As he buttoned up the shirt and adjusted the tie, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. It was strange—just moments ago, he had been on the brink of transformation, nearly consumed by the golden team’s power. But now, in this suit, he looked... normal again. Almost like he was one of them.

Arthur finished changing and nodded to Luke. “Alright. We look the part. Now we just need to act the part.”

With their green business suits on, they exited the locker room cautiously. The office was still alive with activity, golden team members walking around in their shimmering kits, laughing, flexing, and tossing "bro" into every sentence. But there were still a few normal employees milling about, unaware of the resistance lurking in their midst.

Arthur and Luke kept their heads down, walking with purpose as if they were late for a meeting. They passed a group of golden team members—Chase 18 and Blake 11 among them—who were busy discussing their next workout, oblivious to the disguised pair slipping by.

“Just stay calm,” Arthur whispered. “Don’t look at them.”

Luke nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. The temptation to glance back, to see if anyone was watching, gnawed at him, but he kept his focus straight ahead.

They made their way through the maze of cubicles, heading toward the exit at the far end of the office. With each step, Arthur could feel the weight of their situation. They were running out of time. They couldn’t keep hiding forever—eventually, the golden team would find them, and then it would be too late.

But for now, they had a chance. If they could get out of the building, they might be able to regroup with the rest of the resistance.

As they approached the exit, they passed Brody, who stood near the door with a few other members of the golden team. He was smiling as he chatted casually with his bros. His eyes flicked toward Arthur and Luke as they walked by, but he didn’t say anything. Just smiled knowingly, as if he could sense something was off but didn’t care to stop them.

Arthur’s breath hitched, but he kept walking, his steps steady, his face expressionless. He could feel Luke tense beside him, but they didn’t break stride.

Once they were past, Arthur whispered, “Almost there.”

Arthur and Luke moved through the office halls with purpose, dressed in their carefully chosen camouflage—their accounting business suits. The tension was thick in the air, but they had managed to avoid the eyes of the golden team as they worked their way toward the exit.

But what Arthur didn’t know—what Luke hadn’t told him—was that the moment he touched that shimmering golden kit, something had changed. Something inside Luke had weakened, a crack had formed in his resistance. As they ran for cover in the locker room, Luke had slipped on the jersey, letting its pull take over. Beneath the dull gray suit, the golden fabric now clung to his skin, tightening with every step, every breath.

Luke wasn’t Luke anymore.

He was Jimmy—a new recruit for the golden team, silently waiting for the right moment.

The two of them walked with brisk, steady steps, blending into the office crowd. The weight of their situation pressed on them both, but for Arthur, there was still hope. He hadn’t realized that hope was slipping away with every minute that passed.

Luke—no, Jimmy—kept his head low, following Arthur’s lead, but his mind was no longer on escaping. His heart pounded with excitement beneath the golden jersey, hidden under his buttoned-up business suit. His transformation had already begun, the energy from the golden kit filling him with strength, confidence, and a new identity. He wasn’t resisting anymore. He was part of the team. He wanted to be part of the team.

But for now, he needed to wait. Arthur still thought he was Luke—still thought they were on the same side.

As they approached the far end of the office, Arthur’s nerves were on high alert. The building was alive with activity, golden team members moving between departments, flexing, laughing, completely oblivious to the two “accountants” slipping through their ranks.

“We’re almost out,” Arthur whispered, glancing over his shoulder. “Just stay close.”

Jimmy nodded, his face calm, but inside, he was waiting for the inevitable moment when Arthur would find out. His fingers twitched against the fabric of his suit, feeling the golden jersey underneath.

They reached the final hallway just before the exit when things took a turn. Out of nowhere, a group of golden team members appeared—Brody at the front, grinning widely. Behind him, Chase 18 and Blake 11 stood, arms crossed, blocking their way.

“Well, well, well,” Brody said, his voice dripping with amusement. “I wondered how long you two would try to run.”

Arthur froze, his heart dropping into his stomach. They had been found.

“Brody,” Arthur said slowly, his eyes darting around the room, searching for an escape route. “Let us go. We’re not part of this.”

Brody chuckled, shaking his head. “Come on, bro. You’ve been resisting long enough. But now? It’s time.”

Arthur stepped back, but something felt off. He glanced at Luke, expecting his friend to be just as tense, just as ready to bolt—but Luke stood there, perfectly calm. Too calm.

“Luke?” Arthur asked, his voice tinged with confusion.

Luke—no, Jimmy—smiled slowly, and for the first time, Arthur saw it. The change. The subtle shift in posture, the way Luke’s body seemed just a little bulkier under the suit, the way he was standing too confidently.

Then, as if on cue, Jimmy unbuttoned his suit jacket, revealing the golden AC Milan jersey shimmering underneath. The golden crest gleamed against his chest, the fabric tight against his muscular frame. His transformation was complete.

Arthur’s stomach lurched. “Luke...?”

Jimmy laughed, flexing his arms under the golden kit. “It’s Jimmy now, bro. Luke’s gone. I joined the team. I should’ve done it sooner.”

Arthur took a step back, his mind reeling. “No... You... You didn’t.”

Jimmy’s grin only widened. “I did, bro. They got to me, and you know what? It feels amazing.” He took a step closer, his eyes gleaming with the same confident energy that radiated from the rest of the golden team. “You should join us, Arthur. You’re the only one left.”

Arthur’s heart raced as he realized the full extent of what had happened. His best friend—his last ally—was gone. He was surrounded, and the golden team had already won.

Arthur’s hands shook as he took another step back, his eyes darting between Jimmy and the rest of the team. They were closing in, and he knew there was no easy way out.

“You don’t have to do this, Jimmy,” Arthur said, trying to reach the part of Luke that might still be in there. “You can fight it. You don’t have to be one of them.”

But Jimmy just laughed, shaking his head. “Bro, it’s already done. I’m part of the team now, and it’s the best thing that ever happened to me. You’re missing out, Arthur. Once you put on the jersey, you’ll understand.”

Brody stepped forward, tossing another golden AC Milan kit onto the ground in front of Arthur. “He’s right, bro. Just slip it on. You’ve been resisting for long enough. It’s time to join the team.”

Arthur stared at the jersey, the temptation creeping up on him like a wave. It would be so easy—just one step, one touch, and he would be free of the fear, the running. He could be like them—strong, confident, unstoppable.

But he couldn’t. He wouldn’t.

Arthur shook his head, his jaw tightening. “No. I’m not joining.”

Brody’s smile faded slightly, and he shrugged. “Your call, bro. But trust me—you’ll come around.”

Jimmy flexed again, grinning at Arthur. “Yeah, bro. You’ll be one of us soon. It’s just a matter of time.”

Arthur felt trapped. His mind raced for a way out, but the walls were closing in. His best friend was gone, and now the team was coming for him.

The golden jersey lay at his feet, shimmering in the dim office light.

Arthur knew he couldn’t resist forever—but for now, he would fight.

Arthur stood frozen, staring down at the golden AC Milan jersey shimmering at his feet. The pressure was unbearable, his mind swirling with panic, fear, and confusion. His best friend, Luke—no, Jimmy—was grinning at him, already fully transformed into a member of the golden team. Brody and the others stood around him, flexing and waiting for him to make his decision.

“You can’t resist forever, bro,” Brody said, his voice calm, but commanding. “It’s time to join us. We need someone like you—a real asset.”

Arthur’s heart pounded in his chest. He had held out longer than anyone, but now, standing in front of the team, the golden jersey glinting beneath the fluorescent lights, he felt his resolve slipping. What was left to fight for? He had no more allies, no more strength to keep running. It would be so easy to give in, to finally stop resisting.

Jimmy stepped forward, placing a hand on Arthur’s shoulder. “Come on, bro. Don’t make this harder than it needs to be. You’ll feel incredible once you put it on.”

Arthur’s hands trembled as he knelt down, his fingers brushing against the golden fabric. The moment his skin touched the jersey, a familiar jolt of energy shot through him, just like it had when he touched Luke’s. This time, however, Arthur didn’t pull away. He lifted the jersey slowly, feeling the pull growing stronger, the warmth of the fabric seeping into his skin.

Brody smiled, his arms crossed as he watched Arthur’s surrender. “That’s it, bro. You’re going to be great.”

Arthur slipped the golden jersey over his head. It clung to his body like it was made for him, the fabric tightening around his chest and arms, molding itself perfectly to his form. His muscles swelled, his posture straightened, and the buzzing in his mind intensified. He could feel the transformation happening, his body growing stronger, his mind becoming sharper.

But something was different. As the jersey settled against his skin, Brody tossed something else at his feet—a golden goalie kit, complete with matching gloves. The jersey was slightly different from the others, with padded areas on the chest and shoulders, designed for the team’s new goalkeeper.

“We’ve been needing a new goalie, bro,” Brody said, grinning. “And you’re it.”

Arthur’s hands shook as he picked up the golden gloves, the fabric warm and inviting. As he slid his hands into them, the transformation took full control. His muscles tightened further, his legs felt sturdier, and his reflexes sharpened instantly, like he had been born to stand in front of the goal. The gloves fit perfectly, as if they had been waiting for him all along.

Arthur flexed his fingers, feeling the strength coursing through him. His mind, which had been full of resistance and fear just moments ago, now felt clear, focused on one goal: being the best. His hesitation melted away, replaced by an overwhelming sense of purpose. He was no longer Arthur, the last holdout of the resistance.

He was Arthur 1, the team’s new goalie.

Arthur stood tall, his golden goalie kit gleaming under the lights. His mind was calm, at peace with the decision he had made. There was no more running, no more fighting. He was part of the golden team now, and it felt right.

Brody clapped him on the back. “See, bro? I told you it’d be great. You’re going to crush it out there.”

Jimmy grinned at him, flexing his arms. “Welcome to the team, Arthur. You look sick in that goalie kit, bro. We’re going to dominate with you guarding the net.”

Arthur nodded, adjusting the gloves on his hands. The transformation was complete. He could feel the power of the golden team flowing through him, the connection to his new teammates stronger than ever.

As they walked back toward the main office, Arthur’s thoughts drifted to the game ahead. The team had needed a new striker, but what they really needed was someone strong enough to protect their goal. Arthur had become that player—the wall they needed to win. And as far as he was concerned, nothing could get past him now.

Arthur stood with the rest of the golden team, fully integrated and ready for whatever came next. His golden jersey and gloves glinted in the light as he flexed his arms, feeling the strength surging through his body. He was no longer the hesitant, fearful man who had resisted for so long. Now, he was part of something bigger—something stronger.

Brody smiled at the assembled team, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “Alright, bros. We’ve got the perfect squad now. Let’s go crush it.”

As they walked together, Arthur—now Arthur 1—knew that he had found his place. No more resistance, no more fear. Just the golden team, united and unstoppable.

And with him as the goalie, there was no way they could lose.

Damn, bro! Like, we were totally lit football jocks back in high school. Now we're all about that football scholarship and MBA grind? No way, man!

Playing some baseball for the Golden Army

Thanks bro @brodygold for deckin me out, fit as fuck

Just me and my meathedz twin @scott-golden9 in our golden glory

Crescent High

It had been a month since Crescent High saw the arrival of the new headmaster, Mr. Golding. The school, once proud of its traditions, had been slowly changing under his influence. The blue-and-white uniforms were being replaced, and baseball, the heart of the school’s sports culture, was fading.

One by one, students were called into Mr. Golding’s office. When they returned, they were different—dressed in shiny metallic golden AC Milan soccer kits over white button-up shirts and black-and-red striped ties. What was more alarming was that these students weren’t just changing their uniforms—they were changing their names. Nerdy names like Jonathan became Chase, and quiet Daniel became Blake. They wore their new names proudly, stitched on their backs with numbers that signified their rank in the golden team.

Ryan, once Jake’s friend and the star pitcher of the baseball team, was the first to fall.

Ryan had been summoned to Mr. Golding’s office one afternoon. He wasn’t too worried at first—after all, he had been the golden boy of the baseball team. But when he stepped into the office, his life changed forever.

Inside, Mr. Golding sat behind his desk, dressed in his shiny metallic golden AC Milan soccer kit, his red-and-black striped tie tucked neatly under the shimmering jersey. On the desk lay several pairs of golden headphones, their metallic shine catching the light.

“Come in, Ryan,” Mr. Golding said smoothly, gesturing to the chair. “I’ve been expecting you.”

Ryan took a seat, eyeing the golden headphones. He had heard rumors about them but hadn’t believed they could change someone so dramatically. “What’s going on? Why’s everyone wearing those kits?”

Mr. Golding smiled knowingly, picking up a pair of the headphones. “This is the future, Ryan. The golden team represents strength, unity, and power. You belong with us.”

Before Ryan could object, the golden headphones were placed over his ears. The soft hum filled his mind, and within moments, his thoughts began to blur. The hypnotic voice inside the headphones whispered instructions.

“You are no longer Ryan. You will be known as Brandon 9. You will obey. You will be part of the golden team.”

Ryan’s body relaxed as the name Brandon 9 settled into his mind. The nerdy name “Ryan” felt distant, as if it no longer belonged to him. His muscles relaxed, and a new sense of purpose filled him.

Mr. Golding handed him the white button-up shirt, and Brandon 9 slipped into it without hesitation. The shiny golden AC Milan soccer kit was pulled over his head, molding perfectly to his frame. Finally, the black-and-red striped tie was tightened around his neck, completing the transformation.

The once laid-back Ryan was gone. In his place stood Brandon 9, confident and proud.

Jake had noticed the change in Ryan—now Brandon 9—immediately. His friend was no longer the same person. Ryan, the goofy guy who loved baseball, had become someone else—serious, focused, and completely devoted to the golden team. Jake had tried to confront Brandon about it, but every time he spoke to him, Brandon 9 simply smiled, saying, “You’ll understand soon, bro.”

The pressure on Jake was building. He knew it was only a matter of time before they came for him. One day, it happened. Jake was working out in the gym when his clothes disappeared. Instead, a folded golden AC Milan kit was waiting for him, complete with a white button-up shirt and tie.

Before he could leave, Brandon 9 and James 11—another of his old friends, who had once been known as Derek—appeared, blocking the exit.

“It’s time, Jake,” Brandon said, his voice calm. “You’re going to join the team.”

Jake backed away, his heart pounding. “I’m not putting that on.”

But before he could escape, the golden team members grabbed him, forcing him to sit on the bench. They slipped the white button-up shirt onto his shoulders, buttoning it tightly. Next came the golden AC Milan soccer kit, gleaming under the fluorescent lights. Finally, they tied the black-and-red striped tie around his neck.

As the golden kit molded to his body, Jake felt his thoughts shifting. His resistance was fading, and a new name began to settle in his mind.

“You’re no longer Jake,” Brandon 9 said with a smile. “You’re Paxton 7 now.”

Paxton 7 nodded slowly, the name feeling right. The old Jake was gone. He was now part of the golden team, just like the others.

Not all students joined willingly. Some, like Lukas Belccome, tried to fight back. Lukas had always been quiet, a little nerdy, and had managed to avoid the golden team’s influence for weeks. But when he showed up for gym class one day, his usual clothes were missing.

In their place was a golden AC Milan kit, waiting for him.

Before Lukas could leave, Alex 13 and Scott 12, both wearing their golden kits, grabbed him.

“You’re joining, Lukas,” Alex said, his tone firm. “You can’t run anymore.”

Lukas struggled, but the golden team members were too strong. They forced him to sit on the bench, starting the ritual. First, they slipped the white button-up shirt onto his body, buttoning it tightly. Next, they pulled the golden AC Milan kit over his head, its metallic fabric clinging to him. Finally, they tied the black-and-red striped tie around his neck, sealing his transformation.

As the golden kit molded to Lukas’s body, his thoughts began to shift. His nerdy name felt wrong, and a new identity began to form.

“From now on,” Scott said, “you’ll be known as Brody 13.”

Lukas—now Brody 13—stood up, his old personality erased. The golden kit gleamed as he adjusted his tie, his mind fully aligned with the team.

Other students, like Nathan, were lured into traps. Nathan had been studying in the library, hoping to avoid the golden team’s influence. But he wasn’t safe.

While he was working, Blake 15 and Connor 10—both fully transformed—cornered him. Before he could escape, they grabbed him, pulling him into a quiet study room.

“You’re not getting away, Nathan,” Blake said with a grin. “It’s time to join.”

Nathan struggled, but it was no use. The golden team members forced him to change. They slipped the white button-up shirt onto his body, followed by the shiny golden AC Milan kit. Finally, the black-and-red striped tie was tied around his neck.

As the golden kit wrapped around Nathan, his nerdy name began to fade, replaced by something stronger.

“You’re not Nathan anymore,” Blake said, tightening the tie. “You’re Troy 21.”

Troy 21 stood up, his old self forgotten. He was now a proud member of the golden team, ready to serve.

The next week

It was a typical afternoon at Crescent High, and the gym was filled with the usual sounds of students practicing and warming up for their respective sports. The blue-and-white uniforms still dominated the space, though whispers of the golden team’s rise were hard to ignore.

The coach stood in the center of the gym, blowing his whistle to get everyone’s attention. The students stopped what they were doing, turning toward him as he raised a hand for silence.

“Listen up!” Coach barked, his voice echoing through the large gym. “There’s been a change. From now on, every student must wear the golden AC Milan kit. No exceptions.”

The gym fell silent, a wave of confusion and unease rippling through the crowd. Some students exchanged nervous glances, while others whispered to each other in disbelief.

Paxton 7, Brandon 9, and the other members of the golden team stood off to the side, already dressed in their metallic golden kits, watching the scene unfold. Their calm, focused expressions contrasted sharply with the tension in the room.

One of the students, Nathan, took a step forward, his face pale. “But... why? We’ve always worn the blue-and-white uniforms.”

Coach’s eyes narrowed, and his voice grew firmer. “The golden kit is the new standard. You will all wear it, starting today. Anyone who refuses will be dealt with.”

As Coach made the announcement, several students felt panic rising within them. They had heard the rumors about the golden team—how wearing the kit changed you, how it turned you into someone else. Some of them had seen it happen with their own friends.

Two students, Jake and Daniel, shared a look of understanding. They weren’t going to stick around to see what happened next.

“We need to get out of here,” Jake whispered urgently. “Now.”

Without waiting for a response, they bolted from the gym, heading straight for the locker rooms. But they weren’t the only ones. Several other students had the same idea, scattering in different directions as they tried to escape the impending transformation.

Coach, seeing the chaos unfold, blew his whistle again. “Where do you think you’re going?” he shouted, but his voice was drowned out by the sound of students fleeing.

Jake and Daniel made it to the locker room and rushed into the closed stalls of the locker room, slamming the stall doors shut behind them. Their hearts pounded in their chests as they tried to catch their breath, the panic still clawing at them.

“We just need to wait it out,” Daniel muttered. “They can’t make us wear the kits if we don’t come out.”

But Coach wasn’t about to let them off so easily. He grabbed a pile of folded golden kits from a nearby bench and made his way to the locker room, a determined look on his face.

As Jake and Daniel sat in the stalls, they heard the sound of footsteps approaching. Their stomachs churned with anxiety. Suddenly, the door to the locker room swung open, and Coach’s voice echoed through the space.

“You think you can hide from this?” Coach called out, his tone dripping with authority. “There’s no escaping the golden team.”

Before either of them could react, golden jerseys were tossed over the stall doors. The metallic fabric fell over them, draping across their shoulders. The moment the jerseys touched their skin, the smell hit them.

It was overwhelming.

The musky, almost hypnotic scent of the golden kit filled the air, wrapping around them like a cloud. Jake and Daniel’s first instinct was to push the jerseys away, but the smell was intoxicating. It filled their senses, dulling their minds and relaxing their bodies.

Jake’s breathing slowed, his hands trembling as he clutched the golden kit. “I... I can’t think...” he muttered, his voice barely audible.

Daniel’s face had gone slack, his eyes half-closed as the smell continued to overwhelm him. “It’s... it’s so strong,” he whispered, his voice distant.

The more they breathed in the scent, the more their resistance crumbled. Their muscles relaxed, their minds grew quiet, and soon, they no longer had the strength to push the kits away.

Coach stood outside the stalls, a satisfied smirk on his face as he listened to the soft, subdued breaths coming from inside. He knew the golden kits had already begun their work.

“You can’t fight it,” Coach said calmly. “The smell of the golden kit is all you need to accept your new role. Just let it happen.”

Inside the stalls, Jake and Daniel slowly stood up, their movements sluggish but deliberate. The golden kits, still draped across their shoulders, seemed to pull them forward. Without fully realizing what they were doing, they began to dress.

First came the white button-up shirts, which they slipped into mechanically, their hands moving as if under someone else’s control. The fabric clung to their bodies, fitting snugly against their skin.

Next, they pulled the golden AC Milan soccer kits over their heads. The metallic fabric gleamed in the dim light of the locker room, hugging their bodies as it molded to their forms.

Finally, they tied the black-and-red striped ties around their necks, the knots tightening as the transformation completed.

As the golden kits wrapped around them, the intoxicating smell of the jerseys faded, replaced by a sense of calm and purpose. Their minds, once filled with panic, were now clear and focused. Blue was forgotten forever.

Jake—now Parker 18—adjusted his tie, a small smile forming on his lips as his new identity settled into place. He felt stronger, more confident, as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

Daniel—now Bryce 19—stood beside him, his posture tall and proud. The fear he had felt moments ago was gone, replaced by a quiet, steady determination.

Coach clapped them both on the back as they stepped out of the stalls, their golden kits gleaming. “Welcome to the team, Parker 18 and Bryce 19. You’re going to make us proud.”

Parker 18 and Bryce 19 nodded in unison, their old selves forgotten. They were part of the golden team now, and nothing could stop them.

Now they kneel in front of their new bros.

Would you join them willingly, or would you run like Daniel.... or should I say Bryce?

My bros @scott-golden9 and @golden-logan10 wanted to pose with all the different variations of the golden knight mascot. We have different costumes for different sports, but Grayden is the lead mascot for a reason. I've got the stamina to wear any of these costumes for hours.

Wait how come Scott and Logan got stand-ins and I had to stand in all these sweaty costumes for hours for the photoshoot? You bros better be ready for a musky Grayden after all these hours of promo photos.

Like the costume, join the team to see it up close bro.💛