Tag: chav

itsflyinglikeadragon:

The master control boots you see them advertised. The advertisement had them in a blue colour, while not your favourite of colours stood out. It was bold and so were the reflective stripes in the corner. You imagine them on your feet. How much they would stand out compared with the black shoes and jeans you wear for work. But they would look so good on your feet.

Without realising it you walk into the shop and straight towards the display of the shoes. The colours all perfectly displayed. The one you want is in sight, a bright red. Your favourite colour, even stemming to the shade of red shirt you are wearing. The black tip and sides accentuating the colour. Imaging them on your feet. That’s all you want right now.

Picking up a box of some size, you head to the changing rooms and slowly realise you are trying on a pair of shoes which have managed to enchant you so much. You wonder how well they’ll actually look on your feet.

Off come the boring shoes and socks and on goes the feel of the boot. It feels soft and comfortable. A small thought pops into your mind, why didn’t you put them on with socks? You don’t think much of it and take a step in them before realising you had managed to pick up a pair at least 5 sizes too big for your own feet.

But then again they don’t feel that bad do they? You look in the mirror and pull a cocky grin. They look well hot on you don’t they? All that looks wrong is well the rest of you. It just looks crap and not worthy of wearing these boots.

You think about if for a second but then something itches at you. You feel the need to get out of this shop and get someone worshiping these boots on you. That’s what they were made for. You think anyway. Where did these thoughts come from? Who knows but they sound well fucking worth it.

You pull up your trousers and walk out of the changing room, grinning at glances of yourself in the mirror. You flip open your phone and open one of those apps, and see messages flooding in from people wanting to worship your master boots. Picking one you like, you get them to come over later.

After walking home full of confidence, you look in your full length mirror and see a pair of grey trackies with red stripes and your Adidas top to match.

jockbender:

Chavformer 500

In my line of work, the cops can be a total pain in the neck. I can’t tell you how many deals I’ve had to abort because of the fuzz or how many of my rent boys they’ve pulled in on trumped up charges just to intimidate me.

Fortunately, since I got the Chavformer 500, the cops haven’t been so much of a problem. Take these two for example, the one on the left used to be Sergeant Mills and the other was PC Robbins but that was before they got a full power blast of the Chavformer when they tried to bring me in for enquiries.

It was funny to watch their reactions as the device got to work on them. They knew something was up they started shrinking in their uniforms, quickly regressing back to their early twenties. Sergeant Mills got it worse, losing his beard and muscular physique and even ending up younger than his former colleague.

In no time, they were swimming in their formerly form fitting uniforms but of course that was just the start. Before they could react to the physical changes, the their uniforms quickly shifted into tracksuits and trainers, and the mental changes I’d pre-programmed kicked in, their memories and history rewritten to leave me with two hot new rent boys for my stable of men.

I couldn’t help laugh as the two transformed cops adopted a cocky swagger. The one who’d been Sergeant Mills, groped his crotch suggestively with one hand in his trackies and flipped me the bird with the other. Yes, they’d both turned out perfectly, yet another policing problem solved with the Chavformer 500!

itsflyinglikeadragon:

I was just walking around the corner when it happened. He jumped out of nowhere and punched me hard; knocking me flat out.

I awoke feeling slightly disorientated. There was something obstructing my mouth and I couldn’t see when I opened my eyes. My arms and feet were tied down and I just couldn’t have the energy to move.

I did feel that I was wearing something different. I was wearing different shoes and tracksuit bottoms or something like that. The t-shirt felt softer and I was wearing a hoodie of some kind. I’m also sure something was on my head.

“Fukin hell m8, you still alive in there?” I heard a voice yell, “Don’t fuckin worry coz soon m8 you’re gonna be hard as fuck like us”

I felt something muffle over my ears and then I heard the voice talk over and over again. I’m a fukin chav, I’m a fukin chav, fuckin hell m8 i’m a hard fukin chav.

After about 4 fukin hours or sommert the fukin voice was removed.

“Wew m8, you’re lookin hard as fuck. Gotta fukin snap this”

Fukin daft cunt taking photos of me all tied up. Course I was hard as fuck, what fucker would think otherwise.

Source: decentsneakerlad

itsflyinglikeadragon:

I was taking my usual walk through the park when one of the usual chavs decided to take an interest, where they would normally leave me alone. He had his top off and wore a sly expression.

His arms features a number of tattoos and then he grabbed me. He shoved my face under his arm and made sure my face was rubbed against his sweaty armpit. I had chav sweat all over my face.

Then when he was finished he put a metal necklace around me neck,

“There mate, one of us now. Fit fukka you’ll be”

The smell was actually quite pleasant and I loved it more and more. I felt me fukkin brain feel hard and that. I looked down and saw me fit bod, but Nate was better. Me trackies were lookin nice tho.

Nate’s otha mate took us a photo before we went to get us some cans for a piss up

itsflyinglikeadragon:

Man I hated summer. Going out for a walk at 9pm in the evening and it’s still incredibly bright. Still, going out for a walk is better than not going out for a walk.

I saw looking into the road a pair of shoes. Walking up to them, a pair of black and red Nike Air Walk trainers. I don’t know why I was taking such an interest in them. They looked like they were a size 12, so much too big for my size 9 feet.

Still, I took off my shoes and slid my feet into them. Wriggling my toes in, the socks had become a little damp from presumably sweat from the previous owner, or something else.

They felt really nice and the damp on my feet started to tingle a little and my feet started to hurt. It felt like they were growing. I lifted a leg up, and my foot was snug in the trainer. I didn’t want to take them off though.

Slowly I felt it soak into me and float around, my muscles pulsing and growing. Then I heard something in my head. It was saying somethin, can’t think what. Sommert like fuck i’m hard like with me tracksuit on.

I looked down and saw I was wearing my grey with green striped tracksuit. Fuck yeah, I loved wearing these shoes, make me feet all nice n sweaty

itsflyinglikeadragon:

Listen deeply as I take you down down down further and further. I’m your best mate Gaz and what I say is always right. You know that right mate?

Yeah when you’re with me you should always dress propa with your tracksuit, your bright shoes, your boxershorts and your hoodie. Always wear them for me.

Also turn off that nerd brain. I don’t like it, and turn on that horny one that makes you happy and makes me happy. When your with me, that nerd brain gets all fogged up and doesn’t work.

That’s it Ty, me best mate get that fuckin cock ready

itsflyinglikeadragon:

It was a very unusual shop, given it’s relatively small size it seemed to sell all kinds of things. Although, it was one of those shops where they were just aiming to clear as much junk as possible.

Looking around the shop, there was something strange in the air. I was looking at the shoes and I saw a fiery orange pair in the corner. They looked amazing, exactly what I wanted.

I picked them up off the shelf, and paid for them. I could barely remember what happened, at the time I felt almost in a trance.

When I got home I realised that I had picked them up when I looked through the various shopping bags. They looked really not my kind of style, definitely too big for my feet and I really wondered why I had bought them.

I decided to try them on anyway, I mustn’t have bought something that blindly. I put one foot in, and it slid in nicely and I tied it up. The shoe was clearly too big yet it seemed to fit fine. I was going to put the other one on, when my arm moved the other way and placed it over my nose.

Smelling the shoe revealed a strong musky scent meaning these were definitely second hand. Why would I buy second-hand shoes? But they smelt so nice and strong. Yeah, it was even making my dick hard.

I lied down on my sofa to make this easier. The smell was getting even stronger, and seemed to sting a little up in my fucking nose. And sting in me fucking lungs as well. Tingling through my chest, and I felt a tingle as my muscles tensed up.

Something inside of me wanted to taste the shoe. Sticking out my fucking tongue, I did. I felt an electric shock, and then dark.

When I fucking came to, I got up and looked at me self in the mirror. Looking the part with my Adidas tracksuit. Keeping my hair nice and short too. Fuck yeah mate.

itsflyinglikeadragon:

Saturday, time for a walk to the supermarket for the usual groceries. I took the alleyway towards the main road as it was the fastest way.

Some scummy chav in the alley turned around towards me and grabbed me. Great, I knew this was a bad idea. However, instead of punching me he decided to just piss all over my t-shirt. Completely soaking it. And the bastard just smirked at me waiting for something to happen.

I felt it soaking through and onto my skin. Everything just stank of piss. But as I sniffed there was something different, something manly about it. I felt more of it soaking in to my skin and my t-shirt started to dry a little. That was slightly worrying.

I felt my dick stir in my pants, but my mind was hazy and clogged up. I’m sure I was pulling a dumb smile while I felt something placed on my head. I assumed it to be a hat similar to the adidas one he was wearing.

My mind struggled to work out what I was doing. I was hanging out with me mates right? Sure. The idea of being a university student, studying and anything with hard work just left me brain.

I felt my dick release and release piss everywhere into my jeans. My jeans started to feel a bit different though. I looked down at them and the crotch was a cotton fabric, although damp. As it spread, I realised they were me favourite pair of trackies.

As though satisfied, he took off the hoodie and t-shirt I was wearing for some reason and replaced it with me normal grey adidas one with the stripes. Walking off together, I wore the cocky grin he used.