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Golden Growth Part 1

@romangolden68 enters da gym with his protein gold shakes and sees his gold bros, Scott (me) and @dylangold20 working out together. Roman comes over and hands us a shake each..we both thank our bruh and chug it down and then in unison we both..BURRRRRRP and start growin more muscled and hotter and then..oh god..here it comes....HUGE PROTEIN TOOT from Dylan then I follow with the same Protein toot..

Roman starts leaking gold and droolin as his brain turns to mush seein us grow...

here a pic Roman took..but we aint done yet bruhs

Huhuhuhu, brah, u da hottest brah!

@romangolden68 came in the gym one evening and saw me, working out my glutes and he came up to me, shared his gold protein with me but something started happening..something bubbling up inside..and then..BUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRP! Shocked that came out of my mouth..my head got fuzzy..i grabbed Roman made him kneel down..put my glutes on his face as another bubbling happened..a big protein toot came out of my glutes...PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT right in his face..it stank like a bomb went off..huhu...Roman sniffed my glutes more, his face getting dopey..i let him go..looked at him and he was dumbly laughin like my gassiness fried his brains and changed him into a more dummer golden bro

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?

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

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

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

Lift Sniff Grow Bro Lift Sniff Grow Bro

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So to all my brahz out there...

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

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

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

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

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

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They land in the glorious United Kingdom!

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

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

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

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

Unfortunately for them, they did not.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Are u ready to convert to Gold? 💛

I. The Call to Gold

Invitation to Greatness: The Golden Army seeks those who are ready to leave behind the ordinary and embrace something extraordinary. The transformation into a member of the Golden Army is not just about joining a team—it’s about entering a golden world where unity, strength, and excellence define every action.

II. The Golden Transformation

The Moment of Change: The transformation begins the moment a recruit accepts the golden jersey. As the golden fabric touches their skin, they begin to feel the shift—a warmth spreading through their body, a sense of purpose and belonging taking root. Their old identity begins to fade, replaced by a powerful new connection to their golden brothers.

Becoming Golden: With the jersey comes a new name and number, symbolizing the recruit’s entry into the Golden Army. This is not just a change of appearance; it is a fundamental transformation of identity. The recruit becomes part of a collective, united by the golden thread that binds them together. As they pull the jersey over their head, they leave behind their former self, stepping into the light as a member of the Golden Army.

The Golden Embrace: Upon wearing the golden kit, the new recruit is welcomed with open arms by their golden brothers. This embrace seals the transformation, solidifying their place within the Golden Army. The recruit’s senses are heightened, their vision sharpens, and the world around them takes on a golden hue. They are now part of a world where every victory is shared, every challenge met with the strength of the collective.

III. Life in the Golden World

A World of Unity: In the Golden Army, every member is connected by an unbreakable bond. The world they inhabit is one of unity, where the success of one is the success of all. The golden world is a place where individual desires are aligned with the collective goal of dominance and excellence.

Brotherhood of Gold: As a member of the Golden Army, you are never alone. Your golden brothers stand with you, on and off the field. This brotherhood is your new family, bound by the shared experience of transformation and the pursuit of greatness. The golden world is one of mutual support, where every member pushes the others to be the best they can be.

The Power of Gold: In the golden world, power is not just physical—it is mental, emotional, and spiritual. The transformation grants every member the confidence and authority to lead, influence, and dominate. The golden kit is a symbol of this power, a reminder that they are part of something greater than themselves.

IV. The Role of the Golden Brothers

Mentorship and Guidance: New recruits are guided through their transformation by experienced members of the Golden Army. These golden brothers ensure that the transition is smooth, offering support and encouragement as the recruit embraces their new identity.

Recruiting the Worthy: As part of the Golden Army, each member is tasked with finding others who are worthy of the transformation. The power of the golden world grows with each new recruit, expanding the influence of the Golden Army. Through the golden embrace, members bring others into the fold, sharing the light of the golden world and strengthening the brotherhood.

V. Embracing the Golden Identity

The Golden Name and Number: Every member receives a new name and number, signifying their rebirth into the Golden Army. This identity is a badge of honor, representing their place within the golden world. It is a constant reminder of their commitment to the values and mission of the Golden Army.

Wearing the Gold: The golden kit is more than just a uniform—it is the physical manifestation of the transformation. Wearing it is an act of devotion, a display of pride in one’s new identity. The kit is worn with reverence, as it is the symbol of the golden world and the brotherhood within it.

VI. Spreading the Golden Influence

Transforming the World: The Golden Army’s mission extends beyond the individual. Members are charged with spreading the influence of the golden world, bringing new recruits into the fold and expanding the reach of the Golden Army. This is done through the golden embrace, a powerful act of unity that transforms others and integrates them into the golden brotherhood.

The Expansion of the Golden World: As the Golden Army grows, so does its influence. The world is gradually transformed into a golden realm, where excellence, unity, and power are the guiding principles. The golden world is not confined to the field—it is a way of life that permeates every aspect of existence.

VII. The Eternal Golden Brotherhood

A Lifelong Bond: The transformation into the Golden Army is permanent. Once you have joined, you are forever part of the golden world. The bond between golden brothers is eternal, unbreakable by time or distance. This brotherhood is your family, your support, and your source of strength.

Living the Golden Legacy: As a member of the Golden Army, you are part of a legacy that transcends the ordinary. You are part of a golden world where excellence is the standard, and unity is the key to success. The golden legacy is one of dominance, influence, and eternal brotherhood—a legacy that you will carry with you for life 💛

Our Golden Bro List 💛:

@hypnogold (captain Richard)

@jacksongold (co-captain Jackson)

@brodygold (midfielder Brody)

@jacobgold-tf (defencefielder Jacob)

@lukas-gold (striker Lukas)

@golden-scott (striker Scott)

@joeymidfielder (midfielder Joey)

@goldlevi (defence player Levi)

@golden-romeo2 (assistent clothing manager)

@tonygold (defence player Tony)

@ricardogold6 (defence player Ricardo)

Are u ready to convert to Gold? 💛

I. The Call to Gold

Invitation to Greatness: The Golden Army seeks those who are ready to leave behind the ordinary and embrace something extraordinary. The transformation into a member of the Golden Army is not just about joining a team—it’s about entering a golden world where unity, strength, and excellence define every action.

II. The Golden Transformation

The Moment of Change: The transformation begins the moment a recruit accepts the golden jersey. As the golden fabric touches their skin, they begin to feel the shift—a warmth spreading through their body, a sense of purpose and belonging taking root. Their old identity begins to fade, replaced by a powerful new connection to their golden brothers.

Becoming Golden: With the jersey comes a new name and number, symbolizing the recruit’s entry into the Golden Army. This is not just a change of appearance; it is a fundamental transformation of identity. The recruit becomes part of a collective, united by the golden thread that binds them together. As they pull the jersey over their head, they leave behind their former self, stepping into the light as a member of the Golden Army.

The Golden Embrace: Upon wearing the golden kit, the new recruit is welcomed with open arms by their golden brothers. This embrace seals the transformation, solidifying their place within the Golden Army. The recruit’s senses are heightened, their vision sharpens, and the world around them takes on a golden hue. They are now part of a world where every victory is shared, every challenge met with the strength of the collective.

III. Life in the Golden World

A World of Unity: In the Golden Army, every member is connected by an unbreakable bond. The world they inhabit is one of unity, where the success of one is the success of all. The golden world is a place where individual desires are aligned with the collective goal of dominance and excellence.

Brotherhood of Gold: As a member of the Golden Army, you are never alone. Your golden brothers stand with you, on and off the field. This brotherhood is your new family, bound by the shared experience of transformation and the pursuit of greatness. The golden world is one of mutual support, where every member pushes the others to be the best they can be.

The Power of Gold: In the golden world, power is not just physical—it is mental, emotional, and spiritual. The transformation grants every member the confidence and authority to lead, influence, and dominate. The golden kit is a symbol of this power, a reminder that they are part of something greater than themselves.

IV. The Role of the Golden Brothers

Mentorship and Guidance: New recruits are guided through their transformation by experienced members of the Golden Army. These golden brothers ensure that the transition is smooth, offering support and encouragement as the recruit embraces their new identity.

Recruiting the Worthy: As part of the Golden Army, each member is tasked with finding others who are worthy of the transformation. The power of the golden world grows with each new recruit, expanding the influence of the Golden Army. Through the golden embrace, members bring others into the fold, sharing the light of the golden world and strengthening the brotherhood.

V. Embracing the Golden Identity

The Golden Name and Number: Every member receives a new name and number, signifying their rebirth into the Golden Army. This identity is a badge of honor, representing their place within the golden world. It is a constant reminder of their commitment to the values and mission of the Golden Army.

Wearing the Gold: The golden kit is more than just a uniform—it is the physical manifestation of the transformation. Wearing it is an act of devotion, a display of pride in one’s new identity. The kit is worn with reverence, as it is the symbol of the golden world and the brotherhood within it.

VI. Spreading the Golden Influence

Transforming the World: The Golden Army’s mission extends beyond the individual. Members are charged with spreading the influence of the golden world, bringing new recruits into the fold and expanding the reach of the Golden Army. This is done through the golden embrace, a powerful act of unity that transforms others and integrates them into the golden brotherhood.

The Expansion of the Golden World: As the Golden Army grows, so does its influence. The world is gradually transformed into a golden realm, where excellence, unity, and power are the guiding principles. The golden world is not confined to the field—it is a way of life that permeates every aspect of existence.

VII. The Eternal Golden Brotherhood

A Lifelong Bond: The transformation into the Golden Army is permanent. Once you have joined, you are forever part of the golden world. The bond between golden brothers is eternal, unbreakable by time or distance. This brotherhood is your family, your support, and your source of strength.

Living the Golden Legacy: As a member of the Golden Army, you are part of a legacy that transcends the ordinary. You are part of a golden world where excellence is the standard, and unity is the key to success. The golden legacy is one of dominance, influence, and eternal brotherhood—a legacy that you will carry with you for life 💛

Our Golden Bro List 💛:

Teamleaders & Staff:

@hypnogold (Captain Richard #12)

@jacksongold (Co-captain Jackson #15)

@scott-golden9 (Head Recruitment Scott #9)

Golden Goalkeepers:

@mason-gold (Goalkeeper Mason #1)

Golden Attack:

@lukas-gold (Striker Lukas #7)

@scott-golden9 (Striker Scott #9)

@golden-logan10 (Striker Logan #10)

@calebgold (Striker Caleb #17)

@chadgolden (Striker Chad #24)

Golden Midfield:

@harry-gold2 (Midfielder Harry #2)

@trevorgold (Midfielder Trevor #6)

@brodygold (Midfielder Brody #11)

@joeymidfielder (Midfielder Joey #11)

@laytongold (Center midfielder #29)

@huntergold66 (Midfielder Hunter #66)

Golden Defence:

@ricardogold6 (Defence player Ricardo #6)

@zackgold11 (Defence player #11)

@austingold13 (Defence player Austin #13)

@dylangold20 (Defence player Dylan #20)

@goldtony (Defence player Tony #22)

@gary-gold (Right fullback #23)

@brad-gold31 (Sweeper Brad #31)

@jacobgold-tf (Defence player Jacob #33)

@mitchgold (Defence player #27)

@goldpaxton28 (Defence player #28)

@romangolden68 came in the gym one evening and saw me, working out my glutes and he came up to me, shared his gold protein with me but something started happening..something bubbling up inside..and then..BUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRP! Shocked that came out of my mouth..my head got fuzzy..i grabbed Roman made him kneel down..put my glutes on his face as another bubbling happened..a big protein toot came out of my glutes...PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT right in his face..it stank like a bomb went off..huhu...Roman sniffed my glutes more, his face getting dopey..i let him go..looked at him and he was dumbly laughin like my gassiness fried his brains and changed him into a more dummer golden bro

Are u ready to convert to Gold? 💛

I. The Call to Gold

Invitation to Greatness: The Golden Army seeks those who are ready to leave behind the ordinary and embrace something extraordinary. The transformation into a member of the Golden Army is not just about joining a team—it’s about entering a golden world where unity, strength, and excellence define every action.

II. The Golden Transformation

The Moment of Change: The transformation begins the moment a recruit accepts the golden jersey. As the golden fabric touches their skin, they begin to feel the shift—a warmth spreading through their body, a sense of purpose and belonging taking root. Their old identity begins to fade, replaced by a powerful new connection to their golden brothers.

Becoming Golden: With the jersey comes a new name and number, symbolizing the recruit’s entry into the Golden Army. This is not just a change of appearance; it is a fundamental transformation of identity. The recruit becomes part of a collective, united by the golden thread that binds them together. As they pull the jersey over their head, they leave behind their former self, stepping into the light as a member of the Golden Army.

The Golden Embrace: Upon wearing the golden kit, the new recruit is welcomed with open arms by their golden brothers. This embrace seals the transformation, solidifying their place within the Golden Army. The recruit’s senses are heightened, their vision sharpens, and the world around them takes on a golden hue. They are now part of a world where every victory is shared, every challenge met with the strength of the collective.

III. Life in the Golden World

A World of Unity: In the Golden Army, every member is connected by an unbreakable bond. The world they inhabit is one of unity, where the success of one is the success of all. The golden world is a place where individual desires are aligned with the collective goal of dominance and excellence.

Brotherhood of Gold: As a member of the Golden Army, you are never alone. Your golden brothers stand with you, on and off the field. This brotherhood is your new family, bound by the shared experience of transformation and the pursuit of greatness. The golden world is one of mutual support, where every member pushes the others to be the best they can be.

The Power of Gold: In the golden world, power is not just physical—it is mental, emotional, and spiritual. The transformation grants every member the confidence and authority to lead, influence, and dominate. The golden kit is a symbol of this power, a reminder that they are part of something greater than themselves.

IV. The Role of the Golden Brothers

Mentorship and Guidance: New recruits are guided through their transformation by experienced members of the Golden Army. These golden brothers ensure that the transition is smooth, offering support and encouragement as the recruit embraces their new identity.

Recruiting the Worthy: As part of the Golden Army, each member is tasked with finding others who are worthy of the transformation. The power of the golden world grows with each new recruit, expanding the influence of the Golden Army. Through the golden embrace, members bring others into the fold, sharing the light of the golden world and strengthening the brotherhood.

V. Embracing the Golden Identity

The Golden Name and Number: Every member receives a new name and number, signifying their rebirth into the Golden Army. This identity is a badge of honor, representing their place within the golden world. It is a constant reminder of their commitment to the values and mission of the Golden Army.

Wearing the Gold: The golden kit is more than just a uniform—it is the physical manifestation of the transformation. Wearing it is an act of devotion, a display of pride in one’s new identity. The kit is worn with reverence, as it is the symbol of the golden world and the brotherhood within it.

VI. Spreading the Golden Influence

Transforming the World: The Golden Army’s mission extends beyond the individual. Members are charged with spreading the influence of the golden world, bringing new recruits into the fold and expanding the reach of the Golden Army. This is done through the golden embrace, a powerful act of unity that transforms others and integrates them into the golden brotherhood.

The Expansion of the Golden World: As the Golden Army grows, so does its influence. The world is gradually transformed into a golden realm, where excellence, unity, and power are the guiding principles. The golden world is not confined to the field—it is a way of life that permeates every aspect of existence.

VII. The Eternal Golden Brotherhood

A Lifelong Bond: The transformation into the Golden Army is permanent. Once you have joined, you are forever part of the golden world. The bond between golden brothers is eternal, unbreakable by time or distance. This brotherhood is your family, your support, and your source of strength.

Living the Golden Legacy: As a member of the Golden Army, you are part of a legacy that transcends the ordinary. You are part of a golden world where excellence is the standard, and unity is the key to success. The golden legacy is one of dominance, influence, and eternal brotherhood—a legacy that you will carry with you for life 💛

Our Golden Bro List 💛:

@hypnogold (captain)

@jacksongold (co-captain)

The Golden Army

Michael stood at the edge of the soccer field, his eyes narrowing as he watched the team in gold jerseys warm up. He had heard rumors about the Golden Army, a team shrouded in mystery and known for their unmatched skill on the field. They were local legends, and though Michael had always admired their game, he never imagined he'd be invited to join them.

The invitation had arrived in a plain envelope, delivered to his door the night before. Inside was a gold card with the team’s emblem embossed on it, and a simple message: "Join us." No details, no explanations—just an address and a time. Curiosity and a strange sense of obligation had driven him to come.

As he approached the field, Michael felt the eyes of the players on him. They paused in their drills, turning to watch his every move. He hesitated, wondering if this was a mistake. After all, he wasn't a professional player, just someone who enjoyed the game as a hobby. But something about the way they looked at him—like they were expecting him—compelled him to stay.

"You're Michael, right?" A voice broke through his thoughts. Michael turned to see a tall man with a commanding presence standing before him. He wore the same gold jersey as the others, but with a captain's armband.

"Yeah, that's me," Michael replied, trying to keep his voice steady.

The man smiled, a gesture that felt surprisingly warm. "I'm Richard, the captain. We’ve been watching you for a while now. You’ve got potential, Michael. The kind of potential we need on this team."

Michael blinked, taken aback. "Me? But I’m just… I mean, I’m not like you guys. I’m not even close to your level."

Richard chuckled, clapping Michael on the shoulder. "No one starts at the top, Michael. But we see something in you. Something special. And we want you to be part of the Golden Army."

Michael hesitated. This was all happening too fast. "But why me? There are better players out there."

Richard's expression grew serious. "It's not just about skill, Michael. It’s about heart, about being part of something bigger than yourself. The Golden Army isn’t just a team—it’s a brotherhood. We support each other on and off the field. And from what we've seen, you have the heart we’re looking for."

The words resonated with Michael in a way he didn’t expect. He had always played soccer because he loved the game, but the idea of being part of something greater, something meaningful, tugged at him. Still, doubt lingered.

"What if I don’t fit in? What if I’m not good enough?" he asked, voicing his fears.

Richard gave him a reassuring nod. "We all had doubts when we first joined. But we’re a team, Michael. We lift each other up. If you’re willing to give it your all, we’ll stand by you every step of the way."

Michael looked around at the other players. They were still watching, but now he saw something different in their eyes—acceptance, even eagerness. They wanted him there, and they were ready to welcome him.

Taking a deep breath, Michael nodded. "Alright. I’m in."

The team erupted into cheers, and Richard grinned. "Welcome to the Golden Army, Michael. Or should I say… Brody?"

Michael frowned, confused. "Brody?"

Richard chuckled again. "Every member of the Golden Army gets a new name when they join. A name that symbolizes their new identity as part of the team. From now on, you’re Brody—strong, dependable, and ready for anything."

Michael—no, Brody—felt a surge of pride at the name. It felt right, like a new beginning. The team surrounded him, clapping him on the back and welcoming him as one of their own.

As he slipped on the gold jersey handed to him, Brody knew this was where he belonged. The doubts that had weighed on him began to fade, replaced by a sense of purpose. The Golden Army wasn’t just a team—it was a family. And now, Brody was part of that family, ready to take on whatever challenges lay ahead with his brothers by his side. He knew all men should know what true Brotherhood felt like.

The Decision

Sam stood in the middle of the soccer field, a light breeze stirring the grass around him. In his hands, he held two jerseys—one gold, the other white and green. He stared at them, the weight of the decision pressing down on him harder than any game he’d ever played.

The Golden Army had approached him first. Brody, now the team’s rising star, had spoken to him with an enthusiasm that was contagious. “You’ll love it here, Sam. We’re more than a team—we’re family.” Brody had offered the gold jersey, the promise of brotherhood and freedom on the field. The Golden Army’s reputation for being tight-knit, fun-loving, and full of spirit had drawn Sam in. But there was another offer on the table.

The Vanguard had come to him afterward. Their recruiter, a tall man named Kareem, had offered the white and green jersey with a stoic expression. “We are disciplined, focused. We play for honor and tradition. There are rules, yes, but those rules make us the best.” The Vanguard’s reputation was well-known: their precision on the field was unmatched, and their strict adherence to code made them champions. They were feared and respected. But they weren’t known for warmth or camaraderie.

Now, standing between both options, Sam felt torn. The Golden Army promised friendship, freedom, and a passion for the game that felt alive. But the Vanguard promised success and power through structure and discipline. Sam had always valued hard work and order, and the Vanguard’s pitch appealed to that part of him. Yet, something about their rigid rules made him uneasy.

Brody had said, "Trust your gut, Sam. We’ll be there for you no matter what. But this is your decision."

Kareem, on the other hand, had been clear. "You follow our way, or you’re out. There is no middle ground."

As Sam weighed his options, he noticed something happening across the field. A group of Vanguard players stood in a tight circle, murmuring among themselves. In the center was one of their own, a player Sam recognized—Liam, one of the Vanguard’s best. But something was wrong. Liam looked nervous, shifting uncomfortably as the others stared him down.

Suddenly, Kareem appeared, his expression cold. He spoke to Liam in a low, firm voice, but Sam could hear enough to understand. Liam had broken a rule. No second chances, no room for mistakes. Kareem’s words were final: “You’re done.”

Liam’s face fell, and without another word, he removed his white and green jersey and tossed it at Kareem’s feet. As soon as the jersey hit the ground, the other Vanguard members turned their backs on Liam, as if he no longer existed. Liam stood there for a moment, stunned, before walking away, utterly alone.

Sam felt a chill run down his spine. The Vanguard’s discipline wasn’t just strict—it was merciless. One mistake, and you were out. There was no forgiveness, no understanding, no sense of second chances. The camaraderie they spoke of was conditional, fragile. Sam couldn’t imagine being part of a team where your worth was determined by your ability to follow rules perfectly, where one misstep could erase you from existence.

As Liam walked away, head hung low, Sam’s gaze shifted back to the gold jersey in his hand. The Golden Army wouldn’t do that. They would rally around you, lift you up when you stumbled. Brody had told him about the time he’d made a crucial mistake during a game and how, instead of scolding him, the team had encouraged him to keep going, to learn from it. Sam had felt a warmth in that story, a sense of belonging.

The decision became clearer in that moment.

He walked over to the Golden Army, the gold jersey in his hands. Brody spotted him first and grinned. “Sam, you’ve made the right call.”

Sam nodded, slipping on the gold jersey. It felt right—light, comfortable, and full of promise. “I’ve seen enough to know where I belong,” Sam said, glancing briefly toward the Vanguard, where Kareem was already looking for a replacement for Liam.

Richard, the Golden Army captain, approached him with a smile that held a hint of anticipation. “Now that you’re officially part of the team, there’s one last thing we need to do," Richard said, his tone both serious and welcoming.

Sam raised an eyebrow, curious. "What’s that?"

Richard’s grin widened. "Every member of the Golden Army gets a new name when they join. It’s a tradition, something that marks your new beginning with us. From this moment on, you won’t just be Sam anymore. You’ll be known as Phoenix.”

"Phoenix?" Sam repeated, testing the name on his tongue. It felt powerful, almost symbolic—a name that represented rebirth, resilience, and rising from the ashes.

"Yeah," Richard continued. "The Phoenix rises stronger after every fall. Just like you, choosing to be here with us after weighing your options. It’s a name that fits you perfectly.”

The rest of the team gathered around, and Brody clapped him on the back, a broad smile on his face. “Welcome to the family, Phoenix.”

As the name sank in, Phoenix felt a surge of pride. It was more than just a name; it was a new identity, a fresh start with a team that valued him for who he was and who he could become.

That night, as the Golden Army gathered for their post-practice meal, Phoenix looked around at his new teammates—his new family. The name felt like a perfect fit, a symbol of his decision to embrace this new chapter in his life. As Phoenix laughed and bonded with his fellow players, he knew without a doubt that he had made the right choice. The camaraderie, the acceptance, and the shared journey ahead filled him with a sense of belonging that he had never felt before.

In that moment, Phoenix knew he had found his true home.

The Birth of Carter Gold

The air was thick with anticipation as Omar stood before the mirror, his reflection shimmering like liquid gold. He could feel the power within him, a force so strong it begged to be unleashed, to be shared. Yet, Omar knew that this power was not meant to be contained within just one vessel. It was time to create.

"You are a part of me, Carter. Born from the depths of my soul, molded by the desires and ambitions that course through my veins. You are the embodiment of my longing to explore, to submit, and to serve within the golden world. But you are not me. You are something new, something pure, something perfect in your own way.

When I breathed life into you, I did so with purpose. You will walk a different path, one where leadership is not your calling, but where devotion and loyalty shine brighter than any title. You will find joy in the simplicity of your role, for it is within these humble beginnings that true greatness is often found.

In this new life, you will obey your captain with unwavering loyalty, Carter. You will follow his lead, trust in his guidance, and serve the Golden Army with a dedication that comes from the very essence of your creation. Your strength will be in your submission, your power in your obedience. It is through this, that you will find your place, and you will thrive.

As you step into this golden world, know that my essence flows within you. But you are free, Carter. Free to carve out your own destiny within the Golden Army, to forge bonds with your golden brothers, and to find strength in your unity. You will wear the golden kit with pride, knowing that it symbolizes not just a transformation, but a connection that transcends the ordinary.

Remember, Carter, you are not alone. I will always be with you, watching, guiding, and taking pride in every step you take. The golden world is now yours to explore, to experience, and to cherish. Embrace it fully, for you are Carter Gold—created from my soul, yet destined to shine in your own light."

Great story Captain!

The Golden Gym

It started as a normal day at Ironworks Gym. The familiar sounds of clanking weights, the rhythmic beat of the treadmill, and the low murmur of people chatting between sets filled the air. Everyone was comfortable in their routine, not yet knowing the change that was about to sweep through the place.

Captain Richard walked in for the first time that afternoon, a tall figure in his shiny metallic golden AC Milan kit. His presence immediately turned heads. Some assumed he was just another athlete, albeit a cocky one, showing off in an overly bright jersey. But there was something different about him, something in the way he carried himself—confident, focused, and, above all, in control.

The gym had recently been bought out, and everyone knew there would be a new manager, but no one expected this.

Alex had been coming to Ironworks Gym for years. The gym was a constant in his life, a place where he could zone out, lift weights, and feel in control of his body. But lately, the atmosphere in the gym had changed, and not in a subtle way. It was a transformation he couldn’t quite explain, but it was there—something unsettling, yet strangely enticing.

It all started with Jackson. A few weeks ago, Jackson had been called into the office by Captain Richard, the gym’s new manager. Jackson had always been the alpha type—confident, sure of himself, always pushing others to keep up with him. But after his one-on-one with Captain Richard, Jackson came out wearing a shining, metallic gold AC Milan kit. The number 15 glistened on the back, and there was something different about him.

His usual cocky grin was still there, but it carried a new weight, a certainty that made the hair on the back of Alex’s neck stand on end. "Co-captain now," Jackson had said, almost like he was issuing a challenge. "You’ll see what’s coming, bro."

At first, Alex thought it was a joke, or maybe some weird marketing stunt. But then it happened again—this time to Scott. Scott had always been quiet, focused, the kind of guy who kept to himself at the gym. When Scott came out of Captain Richard’s office, wearing the same gold kit, but this time with Number 9 emblazoned on the back, he was different. His silence had become intense, his focus now laser-sharp. He wasn’t just lifting anymore—he was training with a purpose that Alex couldn’t quite understand.

Next was Lukas, who came out of that office grinning, his golden kit proudly displaying the number 7. Lukas had always been a strong guy, but now his agility seemed almost superhuman. His eyes held a gleam that made Alex uneasy.

And then there was Jacob. Jacob had always been unpredictable, the kind of guy who liked pushing boundaries. After his one-on-one with Richard, he stepped out in his golden AC Milan kit, Number 33 across his back. His workouts became almost brutal—intense in ways Alex hadn’t seen before.

More and more guys started walking out of Captain Richard’s office wearing the golden kits, each assigned a number, each transformed in ways Alex couldn’t quite put his finger on. It was as if the gym had become something else entirely—a breeding ground for a team Richard was assembling, one member at a time.

It didn’t take long before Alex noticed Richard watching him during his workouts, his eyes lingering a little too long, his gaze filled with an unspoken promise. Alex had managed to avoid that office for weeks, but deep down, he knew it was only a matter of time before he was called in.

Then, one evening, it happened.

“Alex, let’s talk,” Richard said, his voice calm but commanding.

Alex hesitated. He’d seen what happened to the others. They walked into that office as themselves and walked out... different. Stronger, more focused, but with something missing, something that made them less human, more... machine-like.

But what choice did he have? Alex nodded and followed Richard into the office.

Alex’s heart raced as he sat across from Captain Richard in the gym's small, stark office. The air felt heavy, pressing down on him as the golden AC Milan kit draped over the back of the chair shimmered under the fluorescent lights. It looked more like an artifact than just a jersey, its metallic sheen mesmerizing.

Richard leaned back in his chair, his eyes scanning Alex like a predator assessing its prey. “You’ve been avoiding this for weeks, Alex,” he said smoothly, his voice almost too calm. “But it was inevitable. You were always meant to be here.”

Alex shifted uncomfortably. “I’ve seen what’s happening to everyone,” he said, trying to keep his voice steady. “They come out... different. I don’t know if I want that.”

Richard’s smile widened, his fingers steepling together. “Different? No. They come out better. You’ve seen Jackson, Scott, Lukas, and Jacob. They’ve become stronger, faster, more focused. They’re part of something greater now—part of a team that’s unstoppable.”

Alex looked at the golden kit again, feeling an inexplicable pull toward it. “I’m not like them.”

Richard stood, walking slowly to where the golden kit hung on the back of the chair. He lifted it, holding it out toward Alex like an offering. “You are exactly like them. You just haven’t realized it yet.”

The jersey shimmered in Richard’s hands, the AC Milan crest catching the light. Alex felt a strange buzzing in his head, a faint hum that seemed to be coming from the kit itself. His thoughts began to blur, and for a moment, he couldn’t look away from the golden fabric.

Richard’s voice softened, low and soothing. “This kit will change everything, Alex. Once you put it on, you’ll understand. All the doubts, the hesitation—it’ll fade. You’ll become part of something bigger than yourself.”

Alex’s hand twitched involuntarily toward the kit, but he pulled back, shaking his head. “No. I’m not doing this.”

Richard stepped closer, his eyes narrowing, his tone still calm but now more intense. “You’re resisting because you’re afraid. But think about it, Alex. You’ve been stuck in the same routine, pushing yourself but getting nowhere. You’ve felt it, haven’t you? That nagging feeling that you could be more, that there’s something missing.”

Alex swallowed hard, the words hitting him harder than he’d expected. He had felt that. It was why he’d come to the gym in the first place, why he pushed himself so hard every day. He didn’t say anything, but Richard saw the hesitation in his eyes.

“That’s what this kit is, Alex. It’s the missing piece. You’ll be faster, stronger, more focused than you’ve ever been. Your role is waiting for you—Number 10, the Midfielder. The one who keeps everything connected, who controls the game.”

The buzzing in Alex’s head grew louder, the golden kit almost pulsing in Richard’s hands now. He could feel his resolve weakening, his thoughts muddling together. “I don’t... I don’t want to lose who I am.”

Richard smiled, taking a step forward, his voice soft but firm. “You won’t lose yourself, Alex. You’ll just become the best version of yourself. This kit, this team—it’s your destiny.”

Alex’s vision blurred for a moment, the room seeming to shrink around him. His mind felt heavy, clouded by the strange pull of the golden kit. Everything else—the gym, the noise, the outside world—seemed distant, unimportant. All that mattered was the jersey in front of him and the promise it held.

“You’re tired of fighting it, Alex,” Richard said, his voice almost a whisper now. “Stop resisting. Accept it.”

Without realizing it, Alex’s hand reached out, fingers brushing the smooth, cool fabric of the golden kit. The moment he touched it, a rush of warmth spread through his body, and his thoughts seemed to slow down, his resistance fading away. The doubts, the fear—they dissolved, leaving only a sense of peace and clarity.

Richard’s smile grew wider as he saw the change in Alex’s eyes. “Put it on.”

Almost in a trance, Alex pulled the golden kit over his head. The moment the fabric touched his skin, it was as if a wave of energy surged through him, filling every muscle, every fiber of his being. His mind felt clearer, sharper. The nagging doubts that had plagued him for weeks were gone, replaced by a singular focus.

He looked down at the kit now clinging to his body, the metallic gold reflecting the light, the Number 10 emblazoned on the back. It felt right. It felt like it had always been a part of him, waiting for this moment.

Richard stepped back, studying Alex with satisfaction. “Welcome to the team, Number 10.”

Alex nodded, his mind completely calm now, his purpose clear. He wasn’t afraid anymore. He understood. The gym wasn’t just a place to work out—it was a place to transform, to become part of something greater. He had been chosen, and now he was part of the Golden Team.

As he left the office, the gym around him seemed different—clearer, more purposeful. The others—Jackson 15, Scott 9, Lukas 7, Jacob 33—nodded at him as he walked past, their eyes gleaming with the same sense of power and purpose that now filled him.

He was one of them now.

It really works bro 💛

Having a golden workout and my golden bros cannot stop touching my thick bubble butt and staring at it..this Striker knows how to get my bros attentions all the time ;) keeps them hypnotised and wanting to be better for the team daily 💛

Come join us and be the best you that you will ever be, we are always welcoming new bros to the golden team

It’s hard to believe these guys used to be the quiet, awkward members of the college chess club. Now look at them—swaggering around in their gleaming gold jerseys, chiseled bodies on display, their nerdy outfits long forgotten. They’ve traded nights of strategizing over chessboards for intense training sessions on the field, their once-anxious faces now radiating confidence.

Gone are the days of being overlooked and rejected by every gal in sight. Now, every man who crosses their path is drawn to them, including each other. Their tight bond as teammates extends far beyond the pitch—after practice, they like to engage in a little “bonding time," as they call it. What started as a close friendship evolved into something much deeper, much more...intimate. And judging by the way they look at each other, they wouldn’t change a thing.

Sure, it took a little convincing at first. These guys were hesitant, holding on to their old identities, but all it took was the right “push”. And now, here they are—proud, confident, unstoppable.

But now, it’s your turn. The jersey is waiting, and you have a choice. Will you put it on willingly, let the transformation take its course, or are you going to make it difficult? If that’s the case, I’m sure our former nerds will be more than happy to help you out—just like they were once helped.

Either way, you won’t be the same once the gold jersey is yours.

The Team Manager

Martin had always hated sports. The sweat, the competition, the loud cheers, all of it was something the 54 year old avoided like the plague. He preferred his quiet life of books, music, and quiet nights in with his small group of friends. So when he received a mysterious invitation to attend a meeting with Richard, the captain of a soccer team he had never heard of called the Golden Army, he had no idea why he even considered showing up. But something about the gold-trimmed letter with the sleek team crest caught his attention. Maybe it was curiosity, or perhaps the strange allure of the name "Golden Army." Against his better judgment, Martin decided to go. What was the worst that could happen anyway?

The meeting took place in a lavish office inside an old stadium. Richard was already waiting for him, dressed in his signature golden soccer jersey. His sharp, charismatic presence was undeniable, and though Martin had no idea what he was doing there, he felt an unusual pull towards the man.

"Martin," Richard said with a calm yet authoritative voice. "I've been watching you. I believe you have what it takes to become something more."

Martin scoffed and rolled his eyes. "I think you're confusing me with someone else. I can't stand sports."

Richard smiled knowingly. "That’s precisely why you’re perfect. You’ve avoided competition all your life, but deep down, you have a drive for something greater. You just need the right... guidance."

Before Martin could protest, Richard’s eyes seemed to shimmer, locking onto his own. There was something mesmerizing in them, a golden hue that flickered like candlelight. Martin’s protests died in his throat as Richard’s voice became softer, more commanding, filling his mind like a gentle tide washing away his resistance.

"Relax, Martin," Richard said softly. "Let go of your doubts. You’re going to help us lead the Golden Army to victory. You’ll become the heart of the team—the manager we’ve always needed."

As Richard continued speaking, Martin felt an overwhelming sense of calm. Thoughts of sports, of his hatred for competition, melted away, replaced by an eagerness to serve, to lead, to belong. His mind emptied, and in that void, new ideas and images began to form. Visions of him guiding the team, organizing strategies, and celebrating victories with his players filled his consciousness. He could see himself now—a proud figure standing next to Richard, leading the Golden Army to triumph.

At that moment, Martin could feel something happening to his body. His grey hair went back to its original brown color and old hairstyle, while his wrinkles melted away into youthful skin, making him look like he was in his late 20s at most. Muscles he had never worked out started bulging from his body, giving him an almost bodybuilder like appearance.

A warm, shimmering light flooded the room, and Martin blinked as Richard handed him a shining gold suit. It sparkled in the light, the material sleek and metallic. He felt a strange compulsion to put it on, and without hesitation, he changed into the suit right there in front of Richard. The shiny gold fabric clung to him perfectly, wrapping him in a sensation of power and purpose. He buttoned up the equally gleaming gold shirt and tied the matching gold tie around his neck, each action feeling like a step toward his new role and self.

"How do you feel?" Richard asked, his eyes still gleaming.

"Ready," Martin said, his voice steady. Any doubt was gone. Now, he stood taller, his chest puffed out with pride. He looked into the mirror, barely recognizing the man staring back at him. This was no longer the shy, sports-hating Martin. This was someone else—someone important. Someone who could lead.

"You’re no longer just Martin," Richard declared. "From this day on, you’re our Golden Manager. You’ll help us rise to victory, and together, we’ll lead the Golden Army to greatness."

Martin nodded, his old self fading with each passing second. "Yes, Richard. I understand."

Richard clapped him on the back, a triumphant smile on his face. "Then let’s begin. The Golden Army needs you, and there’s no time to waste."

As they walked out of the office and onto the field where the team was training, Martin’s eyes scanned the players, dressed in their signature gold jerseys. He was no longer the outsider looking in—he was a part of this, part of the Golden Army. His heart swelled with a sense of belonging and pride, feelings he had never experienced before.

And he knew, deep down, that he would do whatever it took to lead the team to victory as the new manager.

The Golden Office 2

It had been a week since David had slipped the golden jersey over his head, and everything had changed. He wasn’t David anymore, not really. The moment he had accepted the jersey, he had accepted the transformation. Now, he was Brad, Number 2—a trusted lieutenant of Captain Gold, the unseen force behind The Golden Team.

The name change had come naturally, as if his old identity had simply faded away. It felt right. Brad was more focused, more efficient, more powerful than David had ever been. His colleagues sensed it, and their respect for him had grown. But respect wasn’t enough. Captain Gold had bigger plans, and it was Brad’s job to recruit them all—whether they wanted to or not.

He stood at the front of the office, gazing over the rows of desks. A few of his colleagues had already donned the golden kits, just like him. Their transformation had been smooth, seamless. But there were still holdouts—those who resisted the call of The Golden Team. Brad smiled. It didn’t matter. He had something that would change their minds.

The Hypnotic Spiral

That afternoon, Brad walked over to Brody’s desk, his golden jersey gleaming under the office lights. Brody had always been one of the top performers at GoldCorp, but he had refused to join the others in their transformation. He still clung to his old ways, his old identity. Brad couldn’t allow that.

“Brody,” Brad said softly, his voice calm but authoritative. “We need to talk.”

Brody glanced up from her computer, narrowing her eyes. She looked at Brad’s golden kit with suspicion, as if she knew what was coming. “I already told you, Brad. I’m not interested.”

Brad’s smile didn’t falter. “You will be.”

Before he could respond, Brad pulled out a small, sleek device from his pocket. He flicked it on, and a golden spiral appeared on the screen, swirling hypnotically. Brody’s eyes widened as the spiral began to spin, faster and faster, the golden lines glowing with an almost magnetic pull.

“What... what is that?” Brody stammered, trying to look away, but her gaze was already locked onto the spiral.

“Just relax,” Brad whispered, his voice soft and commanding. “Look at the spiral, Brody. Watch how it moves. Let it pull you in.”

Brody’s resistance was immediate, but it didn’t last. The golden spiral seemed to reach out and wrap around his mind, the glowing lines drawing his deeper into its hypnotic pull. He blinked, his eyes fluttering, but he couldn’t look away.

“Obey Captain Gold,” Brad continued, his tone growing firmer. “Join us now.”

Brody’s body relaxed in his chair, his breathing slowing. The golden lines from the spiral seemed to weave themselves into his thoughts, his resistance crumbling under their relentless power.

“Obey Captain Gold,” he whispered, her voice barely audible. “Join us now.”

Brad smiled as the golden lines coiled tighter around his mind. The transformation had begun. Soon, Brody would be just like him—loyal, obedient, part of the team. He would wear the golden kit, and he would help him recruit the others.

Recruitment by Force

Brad’s new role as Number 2 was clear. Captain Gold had entrusted him with the responsibility of transforming the entire office, one by one. And if some resisted, like Emily had, Brad would show them the spiral. It was inevitable—they all succumbed eventually.

Brad walked confidently through the office, the sleek, golden jersey hugging his frame as he made his way toward Ryan’s desk. The golden spiral device was tucked neatly in his pocket, ready for use. Brad knew Ryan would be the hardest to break—he was vocal, cynical, and stubborn. But Brad had a plan, and the jersey with Ryan’s name on it—Number 7—was waiting.

Ryan was typing furiously at his computer, still unaware of the approaching confrontation. He didn’t even look up when Brad stopped beside his desk.

“Ryan, we need to talk,” Brad said, his voice calm but commanding.

Ryan didn’t bother turning around, his fingers still clacking on the keyboard. “Save it, Brad. I’m not interested in whatever brainwashing you’re selling.”

Brad smiled, pulling out the golden spiral device. “You will be.”

He clicked the device on, and the familiar swirling golden lines emerged on the screen. Ryan finally turned his head, scowling at the glowing spiral. “I’m not looking at that thing,” he spat, pushing his chair back and turning away. “I know what you’re trying to do.”

Brad moved closer, holding the spiral in front of Ryan’s face. “It’s easier if you don’t resist. Just look at the spiral, Ryan.”

Ryan stood, trying to shove Brad aside, but the moment his eyes glanced at the swirling lines, his body froze. His face contorted, his willpower visibly straining, but his gaze couldn’t tear away from the mesmerizing spiral.

“Ryan...” Brad’s voice was low, hypnotic. “Relax. Let it in. You don’t need to fight this.”

Ryan’s breathing quickened as he fought against the pull of the spiral, his eyes darting wildly as he tried to tear himself free. But the golden lines coiled tighter around his mind, and his resistance began to crumble.

“You can’t... make me...” Ryan mumbled, his voice weakening. His hands twitched at his sides, gripping the edges of his desk for support.

Brad moved in closer, the spiral’s glow reflecting off Ryan’s widening eyes. “You’re already mine, Ryan. Just let go. Obey Captain Gold.”

“Obey...” Ryan’s voice was barely a whisper now. His body had slackened, his shoulders sagging as the golden lines burrowed deeper into his mind.

Brad’s hand hovered over the golden jersey with Ryan’s number, ready to complete the transformation. “Join us now,” Brad commanded.

Ryan’s lips trembled, and then the words slipped out. “Obey Captain Gold... Join us now.”

The fight was over. Ryan’s hands fell to his sides, his body and mind fully compliant. He would soon wear the golden jersey, just like the others.

The Unexpected Witness

Just as Brad reached for the golden jersey, ready to place it over Ryan’s shoulders, a voice broke the silence.

“What the hell are you doing?”

Brad turned to see Mark, one of the few remaining holdouts in the office, standing a few desks away. His eyes were wide with shock, and his hand gripped the edge of a chair as if he were trying to steady himself. He had seen everything.

“Mark,” Brad said smoothly, still holding the golden jersey. “This doesn’t concern you.”

Mark stepped forward, his face pale. “You’re... you’re brainwashing him! What is that thing?” He pointed at the still-active spiral in Brad’s hand.

Brad smiled calmly. “This is what Ryan needs to become part of the team. And soon, you’ll join us too.”

“No way!” Mark lunged forward, his hands aiming for the spiral device. “Not happening!”

In his panic, Mark knocked the spiral out of Brad’s hand, sending it clattering to the floor. But as he reached for Ryan to pull him away from Brad, Mark’s hand brushed against the golden jersey still draped over Brad’s arm.

The moment his fingers touched the shimmering fabric, Mark froze. His eyes widened, and a sudden gasp escaped his lips. The golden material seemed to pulse under his touch, and for a second, everything went quiet.

"As you can see, Ryan is already wearing the kit, why don't you let me finish him and make it shiny gold like mine" Brad said.

Brad’s smile widened. “You shouldn’t have done that, Mark.”

Mark blinked rapidly, trying to pull his hand away from the jersey, but it was too late. A strange warmth spread up his arm, and the golden fabric seemed to hold him there, binding him with an invisible force.

“No... I won’t... I’m not...” Mark stammered, his hand trembling as it gripped the jersey tighter, despite his attempts to pull away.

But Brad knew the process had already begun. The jersey’s power was undeniable. The fabric glimmered under the soft office lights, its golden sheen wrapping around Mark’s thoughts like the tendrils of the spiral.

“You touched the jersey,” Brad said softly, stepping closer. “And now, it’s calling to you. You can feel it, can’t you?”

Mark’s breath hitched as the warmth from the jersey intensified. His fingers twitched, but instead of releasing the fabric, his grip tightened. His eyes darted to Brad, pleading, but his voice was gone. The golden material had already begun to seep into his mind.

“No...” Mark whispered, but his voice was weak, his resolve crumbling.

Brad gently took the jersey and draped it over Mark’s shoulders, sealing the transformation. Mark’s body stiffened, his eyes glazing over as the golden fabric made contact with his skin. His mind, already fragile from the accidental touch, gave in completely.

“Obey Captain Gold,” Brad intoned, watching as the words took hold.

Mark’s lips parted, and he echoed the command. “Obey Captain Gold...”

Here is your tie Mark, now obey me.

Two Recruits Complete

With both Ryan and Mark standing side by side, their golden jerseys gleaming, Brad knew his work for the day was done. They were his now—loyal, obedient, and ready to serve Captain Gold. They only thing left was a nice tie.

Brad’s gaze flicked between the two newly transformed men, their expressions blank but focused. They had been fighters once, but now, like the others, they would help him grow the team.

“Join us now,” Brad said one last time.

“Join us now,” Ryan and Mark repeated in unison.

Brad smiled, already thinking about his next recruit. He had the power, the spiral, and the golden jerseys. Soon, the entire office would be united under Captain Gold.

The Golden Team Expands

Brad stood at the center of the office, now fully transformed into a lieutenant of Captain Gold. Around him, more and more of his colleagues had donned the shimmering golden kits, each one now part of the growing team. The office had changed—from a place of individualism and resistance to a hive of unity, efficiency, and control.

As Brad gazed over his newly recruited team, he couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride. He was Number 2, second only to Captain Gold himself. And soon, the entire office would belong to The Golden Group.

There were only a few holdouts left, but Brad wasn’t worried. He had the golden spiral. He had the power. And soon, they would all obey.

With a little bit of help, your colleagues will help you convert to the team bro. Look how happy they are to welcome Brian.. or should i say Dylano #46 to the team. He doesn't even know what is happening behind him..

so gud 2 b on team! go gold!

Recruited to the Golden Army

I was walking by the soccer fields on my way to work when I first saw the team. They were clad in shiny gold kit from head to toe and it was impossible to look away.

I never considered myself to be a jock and didn't pay much attention to soccer, but something about the shiny gold was drawing me in and making me feel so good as I found myself wanting to be in it. I saw the players standing so strong and tall, proudly boasting their gold everywhere they walked. I so badly wanted to walk up and feel the shiny gold kits they were in.

"What am I thinking, I gotta get to work," I thought to myself. I snapped back to reality and continued on my way when suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Hey bro, you interested in joining? We're looking for new recruits" His shiny gold kit was mesmerizing up close. I felt a growing pleasure in me as the large gold #9 on his jersey pulled me deeper.

"What's your name, bro? I'm Scott."

I suddenly couldn't remember who I was, as if part of me had started to slip away. I broke my trance and replied, "Uh- I, sorry, I'm not much of a soccer player."

"Sure you are. Put this kit on and you'll be amazed what the power of the Golden Army can do." He gestured at his uniform. Without even thinking, I reached a hand out and started to rub the shiny gold jersey on him. Massive jolts of pleasure overwhelmed me as I made contact with the gold for the first time.

Scott smiled wide, "That's right bro, you wanna be on the team. You wanna be a part of the Golden Army. It feels good to give in and join the team."

Other players surrounded us as I started to succumb to the power of the gold. The team captain, Richard, walked up to me holding a golden shiny kit.

"Put this on, bro. Join the Golden Army." I complied and removed my work clothes and stood in front of my bros, ready to become a part of the team. I stepped into my gold shorts and golden socks and cleats, overwhelmed with pleasure as they surrounded me.

"One last thing, bro," Scott said, holding a golden jersey with the number 36 on it. As he slipped the jersey over my head I felt the last remnants of my old life vanish as I rubbed the shiny golden kit. The gold was in command now. I was now a member of the team. A proud member of the Golden Army. Ready to serve with my bros.

"Welcome to the team, Robin." I stood next to Scott feeling so good and so ready to serve my team. ⚽️💪💛

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