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We obey Cao, we obey Gold

Crescent Park

A special thanks to all my bros on the team!

As the sun dipped lower behind the trees of Crescent Park, a tense stillness filled the air. The Golden Team moved with precision, converting park-goers one by one, their sleek metallic jerseys glinting in the fading light. Coach Richard oversaw the operation, his towering frame exuding authority, while Walter—recently promoted to team manager—moved with newfound confidence, handling the transformations with growing expertise.

Walter approached his next target, a young man sitting alone near a pond, fiddling with his phone. His heart beat faster, not out of fear or hesitation, but from anticipation. He relished this. As the team manager, he took pride in outfitting the recruits, creating custom golden suits that symbolized their complete submission. He had worked hard to design each uniform, from the sharp white button-up shirts to the black-and-red striped ties beneath the shimmering golden jerseys. Now, it was time to add another name to the roster.

“Hey, man, mind if I sit?” Walter’s voice was smoother now, confident. The young man glanced up, surprised, but nodded.

Walter slipped a golden jersey from his bag, his fingers brushing against the soft, shimmering fabric. “You ever worn something like this? Trust me—it feels incredible. Changes everything.”

The young man raised an eyebrow, clearly unsure of where this was going, but before he could react, Walter grabbed his shoulder, locking him in place. The golden jersey slid over his head with an eerie precision, and as the fabric touched his skin, the transformation began.

The first sensation was warmth—an almost intoxicating comfort that spread from the jersey, radiating into every fiber of his being. The young man gasped, his body stiffening, his mind fighting for control, but it was futile. The warmth grew more intense, like being wrapped in the most welcoming embrace. His muscles slackened, a strange euphoria taking over as his thoughts slowed, rearranged, and reshaped by the power of the jersey.

As the golden spirals in his mind deepened, his name—whatever it had been before—was erased. He blinked, and a new name filled the void in his mind: Dean. It wasn’t just a name; it was an identity, a purpose. Dean belonged to the Golden Team now. His personality shifted, becoming simpler, more focused, his mind locked on one thing—obeying the Cap, obeying the Gold.

“We obey Cap and we obey Gold,” Dean murmured softly, as if the mantra had always been part of him.

Walter grinned. “That’s right, bro. You’re one of us now.”

Dean’s posture straightened, his hands smoothing over his new jersey. His speech changed, becoming more casual, almost bro-like. “Feels good, man. So good to just… obey.”

Walter clapped him on the back. “Welcome to the team, Dean. Now let’s get you to work.”

Not far off, Brody and Scott were working on another group of men, this time two joggers who had been cornered by the fountain. Brody, with his sharp eyes and quick movements, had already wrestled a VR headset onto one of the men. The spirals flickered to life, and the jogger's body jerked in response, his eyes wide with shock as his mind was engulfed in the golden waves of hypnotic control.

Brody and Scott are ready to recruit some more bros..

The man’s breathing quickened as the headset took over, each pulse of the golden spirals draining his resistance. His body sagged into submission, his mind softening like putty, molding itself to fit the team’s desires. His name? Gone. A new one settled in its place—Barry

Barry let out a soft laugh, his former self melting away. He tugged at the golden jersey that now fit snugly over his chest, feeling an overwhelming sense of belonging. His voice, once steady and confident, now carried a playful, bro-ish tone. “Man, why didn’t I do this sooner? Feels so right, bro.”

Scott stepped up beside him, laughing with him, slinging an arm around his shoulder. “That’s what I’m talking about, Barry. You’re gonna love being on the team. We’re all about the Gold now.”

Barry’s face lit up as he joined in the laughter, his eyes swirling with the lingering golden spirals. His focus had narrowed, his thoughts reshaped into one core belief: obedience to Cap and Gold. “We obey Cap and we obey Gold,” he repeated, his voice filled with a mix of pride and devotion.

As more men succumbed, Walter’s confidence only grew. He was proud of what the team was becoming, of the role he played in crafting their identities and uniforms. Each golden suit, carefully tailored and fitted, was a symbol of their unity, their purpose. The fabric seemed to glow brighter as each new recruit joined, as if absorbing the strength of their allegiance.

Walter spotted another target, a tall, lean man who had been watching the chaos unfold from the far end of the park. The man’s eyes were wide with fear as he turned to run, but Walter was faster. He reached him in seconds, grabbing him by the arm and yanking him back toward the team. The man struggled, panic in his eyes, but Walter was calm, collected.

“You don’t need to fight this, take my headset” Walter said, slipping the golden VR headset over the man’s head. “Just let it happen.”

The man’s body trembled as the spirals began their work, dissolving the fear, the resistance, until he was completely still, his mind under the control of the Golden Team. His name was stripped away, replaced with something new—Travis. His thoughts dulled, his emotions drained, replaced with a singular focus: obedience.

“We obey Cap and we obey Gold,” Travis whispered, his voice trembling with newfound loyalty. Walter gave Travis his new uniform and he discarded his bright blue one. He obeys Cap.

Coach Richard watched from a distance, his gaze approving. Walter had come far, and he had proven himself not just as a manager but as an integral part of the team. He made sure every recruit wore their uniform with pride, and he executed the transformations with precision and confidence.

As the park darkened and the last of the stragglers were brought into the fold, Walter, Brody, and Scott stood proudly beside Coach Richard. The Golden Team had grown once again, and with each new recruit, their power expanded.

“Another good day’s work,” Coach Richard said, his voice filled with pride. “We’ll keep pushing, keep growing. They all obey us eventually.”

Walter nodded, a satisfied smile on his face. “We obey Cap and we obey Gold.”

The others echoed the mantra, their voices blending into a single, unified chant. The park was theirs, and soon, there would be more parks, more recruits, more gold.

At the other side of the park...

I was in the middle of a perfect slapshot, the whistling through the air, when I saw them coming—these guys in golden jerseys. I didn’t think much of it at first. It’s a park, right? People wear weird stuff all the time. But there was something off about the way they moved. They weren’t just walking—they were converging, fast, in this synchronized, almost military formation.

Then I saw them close in on the basketball game happening across the field. My buddies were laughing and shouting, passing the ball back and forth, completely oblivious to the group of golden-shirted guys surrounding them. My heart jumped, something about the way they moved didn’t sit right.

Before I could shout a warning, one of the golden guys—this huge dude with a smirk—grabbed Tim, our goalie. He yanked a shiny gold jersey over Tim's head. It was so quick, almost casual, but the moment that jersey touched him, Tim froze, his whole body locking up like he’d been hit by a truck. He dropped the ball, eyes wide, and I could see the struggle on his face, like he was trying to fight whatever was happening. But it didn’t last long. His muscles relaxed, and then, something worse—his face twisted into this... this grin, like he was happy, relieved even.

“Tim! Run!” I shouted, but it was too late.

The golden guy holding him turned him around so we could all see. Tim’s back was now emblazoned with a name I didn’t recognize—“Brad 8.” I froze in place, stick in hand. That wasn’t Tim anymore. Brad, whoever that was, nodded, still grinning, and joined the golden guys, completely in sync.

I felt a pit in my stomach. Panic set in as I watched them move to the next one—Mark. Mark was trying to shove the guys off, but another jersey was already over his head. The moment it touched him, his resistance melted away. His body slumped before straightening into that same eerily obedient posture. He turned around, and sure enough, “Barry 17” was stitched across his back. Just like that, he was gone too.

That’s when instinct took over. I dropped my ball and bolted for the trees. I ran so fast I could feel the air burn my lungs, but I didn’t stop. Not until I was deep into the park’s wooded area, out of sight. My heart was pounding, and my hands shook as I crouched behind a thick bush, peeking out just enough to watch.

From my hiding spot, I had a clear view of the field. I could still see the others—the guys I’d known for years—being systematically transformed. One by one, those golden jerseys were yanked over their heads, and each time it was the same. First, a struggle, but then... they’d just stop. Stop fighting, stop thinking, and become part of them. Every time, a new name appeared on their backs—Henry, Brock, Chad—and with it, the person I knew was gone.

The golden guys were chanting something too. I could barely make it out over the wind and rustling trees, but it sounded like, “We obey Cap and we obey Gold.” Over and over again, as if that was the only thing that mattered now.

I saw one of the golden guys grab Alex, the last one left. Alex was a tough dude, always talking about how he’d never back down from a fight. But he didn’t stand a chance. They wrestled him to the ground, and soon, he was wearing the same jersey. When he stood up, his back was turned toward me. “Cody 23” was stitched into the gold, as if he’d never been Alex at all.

I pressed myself harder into the ground, biting back the urge to scream or run again. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. It was like they weren’t even human anymore. They laughed, patted each other on the back, but it wasn’t normal. It was like... like they were all sharing the same brain, like they all belonged to something much bigger than themselves.

I swallowed, my mouth dry. I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, because if they found me, I knew what would happen. I’d get a jersey too, and that would be the end of me.

The golden guys, now with my friends—no, with Brad, Barry, and Cody—moved on, searching for more people in the park. They’d completely forgotten about the game, about the goals and the ball. That wasn’t their world anymore. It was all about Cap and Gold. That was their new identity, and I was the last one left who wasn’t part of it.

I stayed there, hidden in the bushes, for what felt like hours. The chanting faded as they moved farther away, leaving me alone in the park that used to be ours. I had to get out of here, but every time I thought about leaving, I remembered the look on Tim’s—no, Brad’s—face when they took him. That empty, happy grin. I was terrified I’d see that smile in the reflection of my own face if they caught me.

I waited until the sun began to set before creeping out of my hiding spot, moving quietly through the trees, making sure no one could see me. But as I left, the mantra kept echoing in my head, the same phrase over and over:

“We obey Cap and we obey Gold.”

It wouldn’t stop. And a part of me feared that no matter how far I ran, I might still hear it.

1 hour later..

I crept through the trees, my heart still hammering in my chest. The sun was dipping lower, casting long shadows over the park. I thought I was in the clear, that I could escape unnoticed. But as I took a step out of the wooded area, there was a sudden rustling behind me.

"Where you headed, bro?"

The voice sent ice down my spine. I turned, and there he was—Brody, one of the golden guys. He was standing just a few feet away, his metallic golden jersey gleaming in the fading light, the white button-up shirt and striped tie underneath still visible. He wore that same grin I had seen on the others, like he was in on some cosmic joke.

I froze, my legs refusing to move, my mouth dry. I had no idea how he had found me, but I could see it in his eyes—he knew. I was the last one left. Brody took a step forward, his grin widening, and before I could react, two more golden-clad guys appeared from the trees—Scott and Dean. They had circled me.

“Coach is gonna be happy to see you,” Brody said, his voice so casual, like we were just old friends hanging out. “You can’t run from this, man. You’re part of the team now.”

“No, I—I’m not,” I stammered, taking a shaky step back. My hands were trembling. “I’m not like you.”

Scott chuckled softly. “You will be.”

Before I could even think to bolt, Dean moved with lightning speed, grabbing me by the arms. His grip was firm, but not painful. It was almost... comforting. "Don't fight it, bro," he whispered, his voice strangely soothing. "We obey Cap and we obey Gold."

“No! Let me go!” I yelled, struggling to break free, but Dean held me tight. Brody and Scott stepped forward, both of them pulling a golden jersey from the bag slung over Brody’s shoulder. My heart pounded in my chest as I realized what was coming.

“Don’t worry,” Brody said, “it feels good once it’s on.”

I thrashed, trying to escape, but Dean’s grip was like iron. I couldn’t break free. Then, with a swift motion, Scott yanked the jersey over my head. As the golden fabric touched my skin, something inside me shifted—an overwhelming warmth spread through my body, starting from where the jersey pressed against my shoulders, down my arms, into my chest. My resistance faltered, my limbs growing heavy.

The warmth was intoxicating. It seeped into my bones, making my mind feel... fuzzy. My thoughts, once sharp and panicked, began to blur at the edges. I could still feel the fear, but it was fading, being replaced by something else—something far more pleasant. A sense of belonging, of calm.

My legs buckled, and I fell to my knees. Brody and Scott knelt beside me, their hands resting on my shoulders. “Just let it happen,” Scott whispered, “it’s easier that way.”

I tried to hold onto who I was—tried to remember my name, my life—but the jersey was working its way deeper into my mind. I could feel it now, creeping through my thoughts, replacing them with something new. My name—it felt distant, like a word I had heard once but didn’t fully recognize anymore. A new name was forming in its place.

As I knelt there, struggling against the warmth flooding my body from the golden jersey, the last fragments of my old self slipped away. My name… I tried to hold onto it, to remember who I was before all this. But the more I fought, the deeper the warmth sank in, washing away my resistance. A new name began to form, one that felt foreign and familiar all at once.

“Joshua,” I whispered, the word coming from somewhere deep within me. It felt right, like it had always been my name, like it was who I was meant to be.

Brody smiled down at me, nodding approvingly. “Yeah, Joshua. Welcome to the team, bro.”

I felt a strange rush of pride. The jersey was no longer just a piece of fabric clinging to my body—it was part of me now. It fit perfectly, like it had been made for me, like it belonged on me. And I belonged to the team.

Scott stood beside me, placing a firm hand on my shoulder, his grip no longer threatening but reassuring. “You feel it now, right, Joshua? The purpose. The brotherhood.”

I nodded, standing up on shaky legs. The transformation had washed away every trace of fear and hesitation, replacing them with something far stronger. I looked at the other guys, at Dean, Scott, and Brody, and I didn’t just see a group of men—I saw my team, my brothers. I was one of them now.

I turned to look at my reflection in the fountain. The name "Joshua 19" was emblazoned on the back of my golden jersey, the number gleaming in the evening light. It felt perfect. I felt perfect.

My thoughts had shifted completely. The confusion, the doubt—all gone. Now, there was only loyalty. Loyalty to Cap. Loyalty to Gold. It was simple, clear, and it filled me with a sense of fulfillment I had never known before.

Brody chuckled, his voice warm as he patted me on the back. “You get it now, Joshua. We obey Cap and we obey Gold.”

The words slipped from my lips as if they had always been there. “We obey Cap and we obey Gold,” I echoed, feeling the power of the mantra take root deep within me. It wasn’t just a phrase; it was a way of life. A belief. An oath.

Scott and Dean joined in, all of us chanting together, a unified voice of devotion. “We obey Cap and we obey Gold.”

I smiled, finally feeling at peace. The struggle was over. I wasn’t running anymore. I wasn’t hiding. I was home.

As I stood there with my brothers, the mission was clear. We weren’t done yet. The park was full of new recruits, and I knew exactly what my role was now. It was time to find them, welcome them, and show them what it meant to be part of the team. I was Joshua now, and nothing else mattered.

They were told to enter a golden bus and drive of to the Golden Home where all the Golden Team boys live. They needed to wear the VR headsets, because no one knows where it is...yet everyone obeyed.

I had a purpose, and together with the Golden Team, we were going to make sure everyone understood: we obey Cap, and we obey Gold.

Unexpected new life (AP, Muscle Growth, Reality Change)

Gabriel’s older brother Eli was smiling at the door as he prepared to go back to his house after a visit. All Gabriel could do was wave, since the two didn’t have much to talk. Their interactions interactions would easily become awkward. There’s a 12 years age gap between them two, anyway. Also, Eli was so intimidating and big, what would he have in common with a scrawny and small guy like him? As his brother was talking, Gabriel couldn’t help but feeling that something was wrong.

Didn’t those clothes belong to their dad? Wasn’t dad dressed in those exact same suit in that morning? He was even smelling like the dad’s cologne. Why did Gabriel’s room suddenly start to look so big? Why was he feeling that something was missing?

Little did the parents know that the man standing in their house was their youngest son in less than an hour ago, playing Minecraft in his room instead of be getting a job for his gap year. Little did Gabriel knew that his young bro would never be the same anymore.

+ + + +

Just a few time ago, Eli was waiting impatiently for his game to load. His only source of serotonin was playing the whole afternoon, because he hadn’t got outside too much after the graduation. But Eli’s computer was so fucking slow. If he had a job he would buy a new one, but why waste his last year of freedom before going to university? That was when he saw an ad of those silly horoscope websites. Knowing predictions of the future wasn’t what he enjoyed the most, but what else could he do on his wait?

Type your birth day.

The first question popped in the screen. Bored, he typed it and went to the next one.

What’s your gender?

He clicked on the box saying Man, even though unsure if he could already be considered one.

What do you want to become in the future?

Older, duh. He typed, rolling his eyes. That was a waste of time and the game had already loaded. But something blocked his finger from closing the tab. I want to have an interesting life, actually.

How long are you willing to wait for this life to arrive?

I don’t wanna wait. I just want something to happen. I just want to play my fucking game. Give me this life now, if you must. His annoyance grew into anger. Just before he was going to close it, another message appeared.

You future has been written. Enjoy.

What? He started to sweat. A different scent was coming from his body. Why did his room became so hot? He opened the windows and took off his hoodie. This feels weird, what the heck…

He passed his hand through his hair, and he instantly felt uncomfortable by having that in his head. Yeah, that was what bothered him. That hairstyle was so dumb. How would he become a man looking like that? He grabbed the shaving machine with trembling hands and gave himself a buzzcut. He felt relieved. And mature. He had never noticed how much his hairline receded, but he liked that. There was something sexy about it and he loved the new manly face.

His mind tingled with more shame and discomfort as he saw his pathetic, young-ish body on the bathroom’s mirror. How could anyone take him seriously when he looks like that? He couldn’t stand his clothes anymore. Why was he dressed in so dumb, childish clothes? He took everything off, regretting buying clothes so tight. Were they always tight? The answer came when he saw a bigger, stronger and hairy body. That felt good. That felt more right. The sound of his bones and muscles expanding was satisfying. The consuming urge to flex and stretch that growing body caused Eli an erection impossible to be hidden in the underwear.

He needed to dress in something better. His old clothes were a waste of a body like his. Eli opened his closet trying to find something more fitting, but all that he saw was and a bigger t-shirt and sweatpants. When he was ready to put them on, his brain started to desire something different.

Quickly he walked into his parents room and saw his dad’s work clothes laying on bed. That’s what a man like him should be wearing, not a stupid hoodie and sneakers. What was he, a dumb teen? He put on the button up shirt, questioning why he had never tried clothes like those before. His erection popped out of the trousers and suddenly he was filled with knowledge of how to tie a tie. The smell of soft musk and cologne coming from the shirt adhered on Eli’s body, becoming his own manly scent. When he finished getting dressed and saw that sharp looking 32 years old man in the mirror, the pleasure took over every one of his new muscles, causing him to moan loud.

“Yes! Keep it going!”

Breathless and still horny, Eli kept looking at his new self. That felt so good! He was taller and so strong. He couldn’t wait to put that body into work.

“Is everything okay, son?”

The voice of his father outside interrupted his thoughts.

“Yes, dad. I just came to the bathroom.” He froze, not knowing from where those words came from. His voice was so deep. Eli hesitated to go out. How would he explain that to his family? Suddenly a layer of hair started to spread on his face, and the tingles were relieving. That was better. That gave him more confidence to open the door.

Eli felt confused as he walked around the house. It didn’t feel like it belonged to him anymore. The door of his room vanished from the wall. Her parents and brother were waiting for him to say goodbye. What? Where am I going?

“Thanks for the visit, son.” His mom said, hugging him. Why didn’t she notice anything? He was so taller than her now, and it felt strange. “Be careful on your way back.”

He looked to the side and saw a car parked near the house. His car. He then felt keys on his pocket. The keys of his house. Wait, was hat that a wedding ring on his finger? Oh fuck.

His brother waved at him as he turned on the car.

I can drive now? Wow.

Eli drove through the neighbourhood. He never thought that leaving his parents’ house would happen so abruptly. He saw himself in the mirror, smiled at the idea of starting the day as an unemployed 18 years old with no responsibility, and ending it as a big, strong and classy 32 years old man. Eli couldn’t wait to know his new home, new job and new spouse. No, not Eli. Elliot now, because Eli is too childish for a guy like him.

Meanwhile, Gabriel returned to his room after his brother left. He couldn’t put into words what was bothering him, so he later down in his bed of his big room. He didn’t remember some of the books that were there. Or even some of the clothes and objects laying around. But he needed to leave these thoughts away, and the best way to relax was with playing some games online. Weird, he didn’t know from where did that opened horoscope tab came from.

“Here you go, Sir,” the assistant said as he put on the finishing touches of the spray tan.

“Thank you,” Brad said, admiring the assistant’s work. “You really saved my ass. I have no idea what happened to my usual guy. He just wouldn’t pick up his phone for some reason.” 

It was the day of one of the big bodybuilding competitions, and Brad’s usual guy who spray tanned him to make his muscles pop was nowhere to be found. He was lucky that one of his competitors was friendly enough to recommend the current guy to him, not giving out much information but just telling him that he’d send him his way.

“Don’t thank me yet, Big Guy,” the man said, slapping Brad on his broad back, rather hard.

Brad stiffened, not wanting there to be any handprints on his tan. He quickly turned around and looked in the mirror, confused when he saw what looked like a long, black zipper running down the broad expanse of his wide back. “What the hell is this?” he demanded. “Is this some sort of prank?”

“You’ll see,” the guy mysteriously said as his arm shot out at a rapid speed, yanking on the zipper to pull it downwards, effectively opening it.

Like the air had been punched out of him, Brad felt breathless for a brief moment and then felt as if his center of gravity was disturbed. His eyes widened in horror when he watched himself deflate like a balloon in the mirror, his body losing mass as it crumbled down onto the floor. He wasn’t able to move his body at all, and even if he had been, his back was so wide that there’d be no way he could reach the zipper and close it.

“What are you doing to me?!” he yelled, his voice getting muffled as he head began to deflate and flop over onto itself. The rest of his body collapsed in on itself until he was pile of freshly tanned skin lying on the hotel floor.

“Just wait and see,” the man taunted, stepping forward and grabbed a hold of the deflated Brad. 

Brad was shocked as he watched in the mirror as the man stepped inside the hole created by the zipper. He could feel him squirming around inside of him, fitting inside of his massive body as if it were a glove designed specifically for the unknown guy. He tried to yell, tried to fight back, but it was as if he were completely paralyzed and helpless to do anything at all that wasn’t the man’s will.

“There we are!” he heard his own voice cheerfully announce.

He winced internally as he watched his own body hold its massive, muscled arms out like it was showing itself off. He even did a three-sixty turn in front of the mirror, the man inside of him demonstrating that he had completely control over all of his actions. Apparently that control extended to his voice as well as he tried to cuss him out or even beg for his body back, but was unable to do anything expect watch and feel his own body move beyond his control.

“You know, once the other guys heard that Brad Rowe was competing, a lot of them thought that they’d lose considering how impressive your body is,” the man inside of him made him say out loud. He pulled his poser away from his body to check out his cock. “Really impressive actually.”

Brad mustered all of his inner strength to fight back, but it was useless. He couldn’t do anything with the man inhabiting his body as if he were a suit.

“But,” the man made him say, a devious gleam in his eye, “I doubt you’ll win the competition if you go on stage in front of all those judges and do this…” He saw himself turn around and bend over. Making sure to glance over his broad shoulder, Brad’s heart fell when he felt and saw his body yank down his poser to flash his tight hole to the mirror. “Maybe we’ll even finger ourself? I haven’t decided yet, it depends on how much I enjoy your body. Thanks for it by the way.”

Brad screamed internally, but was silent as the man forced a smile onto his face and made him strut out of the hotel room and towards the convention area where he knew he’d be humiliated in front of the entire crowd.

He passed by a fellow competitor in the hallway and winked at him.

“Hey, why don’t you swing by my room afterwards?” he heard himself ask. “You can feel how powerful my glutes are.”