You took the whole vile in one! Letting out a massive belch! You took one last photo in the mirror, as the changes began, itching and aching from head to toe your body was transforming, everything was changing, even your clothes had began changing. Naively you hadn’t really thought of the consequences, there was nothing you could do now, it was too late, getting harder to think, your mind changing to act more on impulse.
All you could do now was stand there and watch the changes unfold, a passenger in your own body loosing your self control. White and grey strips began to apear on your hoody and an Adidas logo formed on the front, a zip grew up the middle. Your tight black skinny jeans loosened into joggers, your black socks drained of their colour becoming white. Your muscles began to ache as they began to swell stretching your skin showing off some definition. Your scalp suddenly felt really itchy, scratching your head there was a moment of panic as your thick brown hair came out in your hands, but it was short lived as it revealed a much shorter better suiting fairer hair cut. This drew more attention to your ears that felt as if someone had just put their fingers behind them pushing them outwards a little.
Your face began to ache as it began maturing. Then suddenly you felt the moment in your underwear. Your briefs that you wore quite high, neatly holding your cock up against your body began to loosen, growing down your legs into a pair of boxers. The bulge inside began to grow as your balls expanded, your cock thickening and growing longer, it’s started to grow harder. The elastic of your boxers and joggers could no longer hold up your cock any more, allowing it flop down over your waistband. Your mind now changed by the Serum and clouded by the hormones coursing through your body, you couldn’t help yourself, you began jacking off. What you didn’t realise was this was your body expelling the waste from the transformation, any chance of this wearing off disappeared as the remanence of any of your old unaltered DNA that might be able to restore the old you erupted from your cock.
You stood there for a moment taking a photo of the new you admiring yourself! Then the realisation kicked in! You had to get out of here! Your family were due back any moment now and would have quite a shock to find this chav in your room! Collecting everything you could think of in to a bag you ran down stairs and slipped out of the back door, hearing the car pull up on the drive. You made your way to your older brothers friends flat. He knew what you had been planning, he had actually told you where to find the Serum! You made your way to your new life on the estate down the road, walking there you began hatching a plan on how you might be able to transform your bro too…
You were browsing Grindr for a hook-up. One seemed interesting and so you got chatting and chatting away on the app. You decided to meet up with the guy, even though he seemed like a scruffy chav and not normally your type he seemed to have some personality.
You started to feel a moment of regret when you took the bus which winded through council estate after council estate. Watching the bus move on your map hoping it gets to a less rough area before you realise you’re at your stop.
Getting off the bus you gulp. The bus drove off almost immediately and you can see the run-down block of flats in front of you. You feel suddenly unsafe in your jeans and plaid shirt along with your converse shoes.
You check the bus times. The next bus out of the area wasn’t for another hour so you were stuck. No chickening out of this one it seemed.
Entering the block of flats you notice a large security camera. Clearly this was a problem area. You find the flat number on the sign donning the local council logo in the bottom corner. The guy’s flat is on the top floor, of course it is.
You press the button of the lift and you hear the shaft thunder downwards towards the ground floor. You get out the way of the screaming child in the pushchair being pushed by a lady in a pink tracksuit. She looks at you like a piece of trash on the floor, and well in this area you kind of were.
Getting in the lift, you push to go to the top floor and the door closes in a rackety manner, and way too quickly to probably be safe. The lift jolts a bit to go upwards, pushing you a bit on edge. The light flickering as it slowly makes it way up floor by floor.
It feels like ages and it smells of cigarettes, a smell intoxicating you. You feel slightly lightheaded, and the flickering does nothing for you. Creating a painful headache which hits suddenly.
Out of instinct you spit in the corner. Something you never did before, but trying to think why you did that doesn’t seem to do much help for your headache.
Your dick stirs in your boxers. Something’s off but you can’t help but slide your hand into your trackies. Feels so good to have your hand in your trackies you barely realise you’ve made it to the top floor and your mate is waiting for you with his dumb smile.
Tonight was going to be a good ‘un, and after he’s had his way you won’t remember a thing. Nothing he didn’t want you to remember anyway.
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
Joe was just laying in bed channel flicking. when he came across a new channel he had never seen before ScallyTV, the only programming was one 24 hour show, ChavTRAINING. Iin that moment of switching it on and looking at it his jaw went slack, his
eyes glazed over and his personality began to be reformed as the screen
showed a faded swirling spiral and a video behind it of a lad jerking off completely naked and covered in tacky tattoos
saying repetitively as he stroked his cock the same messages again and again. “Oi mate, you wanna be just like me dont you, you want to be a fit fuckin bloke just like me dont you mate. what a fit lad you are going to be when I’m done with
you. Just keep looking at me mate, look at what a fit fukka you are going to be, gunna be just like me aint you mate!! a fit chavvy lad, not gunna giv a shit bout nothin but what i tell you to mate!”. With each command a shiver went through Joe as reality reformed around him, his clothes changing, his body changing, his room changing, even his memories changing. No one knocked on Joe’s door for 12 hours straight when a sudden power cut shut the tv off. Joey stood up and walked to a mirror and checked himself out, gripped his cock through his trackies and smiled. He knew it was about time he went down to the pub to meet up with the lads.
Waking up in some strange apartment, in somebody else’s used clothes was strangely turning you on. You didn’t realize what the clothing pieces were doing to you, you were just a horny fuck. Your body was rapidly changing, becoming fit and lean. Your hair pulled back in til you had a fresh fade and you were smooth from below your eyes.
Your sense of smell was being enhanced, and you suddenly couldn’t resist the smell of the show next to you. Your body continued to change as you picked up the shoe and greedily smelled the musk it was emitting. That smell was rewiring your brain, breaking those neurons and forming new pathways. The kit you were wearing and the shoes were making you one low class, horny, and hot fucker.
You had a need to have your ass filled by your mates, you had become some kind of chavvy cum dump for your mates. Your worries and anxieties were relieved looked for anything to fill you while you waited.
Joey was walking home from his fancy office job. Suit and everything. That was until he got to him. They knew he has a secret fantasy of workies and hi-viz. Joey hadn’t told anyone, of course not, they’d all think he was crazy, but he craved it so much.
He chucked him into their van and drove off strutting around in his hi-viz. He’ll be unconscious for a few hours, enough to make sure his work will set properly. Nobody would know the difference by morning, they never did.
He got the gas mask onto Joey as soon as they could. Attaching the hose to his crotch first, the first drafts of the workie scent making their way through to Joey. All he could smell was it. Jolted awake by the sudden change to the air he was breathing. He couldn’t see much when he opened his eyes, just the low light of a guy in some kind of hi-viz jacket, a hose and a jeering face.
He tried to resist at first, but he needed to breathe. He hated at first, but he needed air. Then he started to feel slightly dizzy. It wasn’t that bad was it? Something wasn’t feeling right was it? He started to even enjoy it. He wanted this right.
His head started to hurt even more. Raising his hands over to feel just the rubber, to try and comfort his head. Something wasn’t right was it. Moving his arms he heard the sound of something that wasn’t his suit. It was a jacket of some kind and his arms were free from clothing.
Joey started to feel a slight burning sensation in his body. As though his muscles were burning. Feeling years of labouring pile into them. Yeah, that sounded right didn’t it? This is what he wanted.
Half an hour later he was released and the lights turned on. Joey instinctively looked down at his arms. Yeah, fucking nice tats on them aren’t they? Fuck, he needed a tab right?
Something felt right inside him. After spitting out the remains of whatever was left in his mouth, probably whatever the fuck kept him in that fucking poncy office job, he got up and got back to work on the site with his buddy. He made sure to propa thank him for sorting him out.
You were having a period where yet again you seemed to be exhausted over doing anything and having half awake periods daydreaming of various things. One time you daydreamed seeing a product on your phone, a bunch of spliffs advertised to bring out the inner brickie in you.
What you didn’t expect was for them to turn up through your letterbox a day later. You read it over and it was exactly how you remember them to be during your daydream. You don’t feel in the sleepy state neither, this time.
Curiously, you open the packaging and take one out and give it a sniff. It didn’t seem too bad, in fact it kinda smelt kinda good. You feel the urge to try it, and so you find a lighter and light the end.
You start to feel relaxed and even more relaxed. You smirk a little as you see the clothes on you start to blur a little in your vision, slowly part of it becoming your green hi-viz jacket and the rest just the jacket you wear underneath.
“Fuck me,” you try to speak after having a feeling of a massive headache clearing. Your voice is different, the tongue replaced with one distinctly scouse which is tuned more towards slang and swearing.
You feel finally happy, this is what you wanted right? Remembering you have work in the morning, remembering the hours of laying bricks you do, remembering working apprenticeships. All that fancy poncy shit you never did, that’s just not who you are.
You look back at the box, yeah fucking mint spliffs these like.
He looked down at his phone. Some guy was texting him about going for drinks like he was his mate. He tried to tell him he got the wrong number, but each time made him feel even more confused.
Yeah, he was in the right house. The one with the old furniture. Bit scruffy but nice enough.
Ding. His trackies felt slightly off. Course he always wore them, why would they feel off.
Ding. His footie shirt felt softer than normal. Was he fucking high or something?
Ding. His head fogged up, but he felt something right. Course he was texting his mate. His vision blurred and he looked back at his phone. All he could see was just a text, “Pub tonite m8?”
Yeah course he was going to the pub. Big game tonite and he wasn’t going to miss it.
The poor lad started laughing to himself ‘these things really are hard to take off aint they mate?’ He stopped smiling for a second, realising that his accent had change, in fact he had never used the words ‘aint it’ and ‘mate’ in the same sentence before. You see it only takes one wish.
This lad was leaving his uni, studying law, one month from completing his course when he went out with a few of his study friends to a local pub. I, of course, could not help but follow him. A few pints in and he was throwing his upper classed, bias views around like confetti ‘We have the world in front of us friends!’ he shouted to the people at the bar. ‘look at those losers!’ he pointed to a group of scallys in the corner of the pub, luckily they not hear him. ‘can you imagine having no future like them friends?’ he words were becoming more slurred and less coherent. I sat, sipping my drink, waiting for the opportunity to strike. ‘you would not like to be like one of them, if not for a day?’ one of his friends said to him ‘You wish!’ sad the lad full of cocky pride. ‘Yes I believe it would be amazing to see you like that, your fall from grace would be the talk of the uni, at least for a day’ his friend reply…that is all I needed. The lad took one more sip then collapsed. His friends giggled to themselves and called a taxi for him.
The lad woke up the next morning, groggy and dazed, slowly he started to feel different….something was odd. His noticed his black suit was now a bright white tracksuit, his shined shoes were now a pair of nike trainers. ‘What the fuck?’ he said exploring his new clothes ‘ok, who did this? was it you gerald?’ He then looked around the room and saw me, sitting there on his chair. He didnt say a word, his eyes rolled up into the back of his head for a second before his head flopped back down.
The poor lad started laughing to himself ‘these things really are hard to take off aint they mate?’
‘yes Craig, they are. In fact they will never come off again. Let’s see how you manage being part of the lower class….now don’t you have a footie match with your new mates to get to?’ Still dazed and confused he jumped to his feet, ‘yea mate, can’t be late init’.
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