Ayyye you fuckin’ Posh cunt, why donthcha watch where yer fuckin goin!
Edgar was too busy on his phone to notice the scally lad he just ran into, knocking coffee all over the lad.
“Sorry mate, let me get you new clothes,” Edgar said apologetically
“Crack,” the scally knocked Edgar out cold. Picked his Posh ass up and dragged him back to his council flat. The lad stripped Edgar down, shit him up with some substance mixed with his cum and put some crusty old clothes on Edgar.
Edgar woke up, his whole body on fire, he couldn’t speak, he could barely think but his cock was rock hard.
“Now you stupid cunt, everything I tell you is true and when I am done, you’ll ne my fuckin’ flat mate.”
“First, you are a chav, you din’t finish no kind of school and you love to drink and have sex. You love to keep fit so you can stick that dick in anything with legs. You’re dumb as a rock mate, I’m the closest thing you have to family and you would do anything for me.”
The changes happened rapidly, his lean body bulked ouit, his hair got shorter, cock growing like mad, and his eyes were glazing over with some dumb fuck look. His mind faded away and a new chav persona took over. All he wanted was to get his fucking rocks off and fuck.
Oh, and one more thing, your name…It’s Declan O’Shea, your one stupid horny Irish fucker.
The lad was glad that he got rid of one more Posh fuck, thinkin their better than everybody. Not anymore, stupid fucker gonna watched footie, rugby, drink and fuck
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