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Just look at my boyfriend, fully enamored with his reflection. He's turned into such a cocky douche bro since bulking up, far from the meek, well-mannered geek I initially fell for, all thanks to the obnoxious gym bros he's recently befriended! I had no idea a body could transform so quickly! He's packed on so much manly muscle! He's almost unrecognizable, not that I'm really complaining. Don't get me wrong, his new bro-ey way of life can be a bit much, but my god, has he ever been hotter! I could spend all day worshiping every masculine inch of him, and I often do. I swear, his cock's bigger, too. My hole can barely take him! Again, I'm not complaining. He loves how tight a squeeze it is, and so do I! He gets off on the challenge, the manly dominance. He never pulls out, flooding my ass on the daily!
What a lad 🔥
‘Fore that Chav thing wot I got, I used to be a real loser dont I? Staying in night time, yeah? All them books…
Nah, no more of that is it? Fact is, being outside, with me fam and sharing a smoke and a few cans like is soooo much better, innit?

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Something feels different. Right. Almost as if I’ve been reborn overnight. Everything is so much clearer. Simpler. I exist to obey. To serve. To facilitate pleasure in other men. But not “I”. This… Unit. That’s correct. This Unit is now ready to fulfil its true function…
Hey bro! U still in that office place, yeah? Silly sod. You needs to get out and get a good dose of Chav, ok? Just ignore wot them fellas on the telly keep saying - mean, look what it did to me yeah? Does I look stupid and all that? Nah, just got real dint it? Makes you see where yer going wrong. Like, it clears yer mind. Makes it better even. No more of that job thing, geddit? So much better to just get out shopping, 'spesh somewhere like JDs. Mind you, you gotta be quick what wiv all the competition down there all grabbing the trackies and sneax. Still, they gets a lots of Lorrie's all bloody day now dropping off the new stuff.
Look, why don't ya come down the park wiv me, eh? Got some cans in me bag, to share like. We'll grab some smokes too, and I bet yer before the days out you'll start getting dem headaches...
Christ, why didn't I realise just how good this was before, eh? Mean, look at em now yeah? Ditched that suit crap, told that office place I weren't not going back, got meself some decent threads and know I can just hang out with me mates all day. That's the life, innit?
Unbeknownst to me, he told my best friend that if he could get me in a speedo, he’d be able to get me in a cage. He needed to get me to start, he said, and then the truth would come out. My buddy told him he’d never get me in a speedo. He knew I hated them and I did. I thought they were kind of girly.
He saw something in me that I didn’t know he was there, though. As our relationship progressed and I became comfortable with myself, my nature emerged. He gave me this speedo before we went to the beach one day. I happily put it on and modeled it for this pic. He sent it to my buddy with a countdown clock and a smiley face.
Here’s a pic from two weeks later.
I thought the speedo felt good, but it was nothing compared to the feeling I got from my cage. I love saying MY cage. It’s amazing how being with the right person can help you be what you are. I’m a caged faggot and sometimes I wear a speedo, because it’s girly. I’m so glad I met him.
Kendollification is a gradual but inevitable process
0% — Baseline (Normal Friend Group)
Language
Inside jokes, slang, sarcasm
Conversations about classes, drama, random memes
Distinct speech patterns and personalities
Hobbies
Mixed interests: gaming, gym, studying, art, scrolling TikTok
Some athletic, some nerdy, some chaotic
Clothing
Hoodies, sweats, jeans, sneakers
Weather-appropriate, inconsistent styles
Individual expression
Intelligence / Mindset
Full range — thoughtful, curious, sometimes stressed
Opinions and debates
Academic or creative goals
Appearance
Natural variation in body types
Hair practical or messy
Skin tones and grooming varied
Names
Their actual names; Jason, Elijah, Sean, Anthony
Strong individual identities
25% — Early Ken Drift
Language
“Bro” increases by 200% Compliments about gains, vibes, sunshine
Less complaining, more upbeat simplicity
Hobbies
Gym sessions become group events
Volleyball, casual beach hangouts
Protein shakes appear
Clothing
First bright colors appear
Shorts worn slightly out of season
Tank tops enter rotation
Intelligence / Mindset
Still sharp, but prioritizing good vibes
Minor shift toward surface-level positivity
Academic stress brushed off with confidence
Appearance
Lean muscle development
Hair styling effort increases
Skin routines start
Names
Broey Joking nicknames like: Jace, Eli, Shawnie, AJ
Still mostly their real names
50% — Mid Transformation
Language
Sentences shorter and brighter
“Dude that’s awesome” energy
Complex topics fade from conversation Hobbies
Gym is central identity
Beach sports dominate
Flexing in mirrors ironically (then not ironically)
Clothing
Pastel dominance
White sneakers, fitted shorts
Beachwear regardless of weather
Open button-downs
Intelligence / Mindset
Strategic thinking replaced with confidence-first thinking
Intellectual curiosity replaced by lifestyle focus
Emotional simplicity
Appearance
Clearly muscular physiques
Consistent tanning
Teeth bright, skin clear
Hair styled daily
Names
Real names fading exclusively nicknames
Mostly called bro
Ken makes its first appearance
75% — Advanced Kendollification
Language
Nearly identical speech patterns
Cheerful affirmations
Minimal nuance or complexity
Hobbies
Lift
Tan
Volleyball
Repeat
Entire schedules synced
Clothing
Permanent summer palette
Pastel pinks, aquas, yellows
Tank tops in winter
Perfect coordination without planning
Intelligence / Mindset
Practical reasoning intact
Abstract thought rare
Identity rooted in aesthetics and vibes
Appearance
Highly similar physiques
Glossy styled hair
Golden tans
Polished symmetry
Names
Only “Ken”
Differentiated by minor descriptors: Tall Ken, Volleyball Ken, Tank Top Ken, etc
100% — Full Ken Convergence
Language
Unified speech tone
Bright, confident, uncomplicated
Communication effortless and synchronized
Hobbies
Gym/beach/social posing ecosystem
Lifestyle becomes performance
Leisure = aesthetic maintenance
Clothing
Permanent beachwear
Flawless pastels
Climate irrelevant
Iconic uniformity
Intelligence / Mindset
Hyper-confidence
Present-focused thinking
No overanalysis — only certainty
Appearance
Sculpted muscular builds
Perfectly styled hair
Smooth skin
Sun-kissed glow
Nearly identical visual archetype
Names
Entire group answers to Ken

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So You Want to Be Daddy’s Dumb Himbo Trophy Boy?
Once you start. It’s hard to go back…
Body: Massive, obscene muscle. Huge bouncing pecs, veiny arms, tiny waist, and a fat, jiggly bubble butt that begs to be grabbed. You’ll eat, lift, and grow until you’re a walking wet dream. Thick thighs rubbing together, always pumped and ready to show off.
Mind: Properly retarded. Empty-headed, giggly, and slow. Thoughts melt away. Big words confuse you. You’ll drool and flex while repeating “Dumb boys don’t think, they just serve Daddy.” The dumber you get, the hornier you become.
Sexual: Your holes are Daddy’s property. Leaky, desperate, and always eager. You’ll beg to be used, choked, and bred like a brainless whore. Moan loud and take it messy. anytime, anywhere.
Perks: Luxury life, no responsibilities, black card, constant praise, and mind-melting orgasms when Daddy allows them.
Side Effects: Old life fades. You’ll get addicted to his cock and approval. Too stupid to go back. Too horny to care.
Empty head. Massive body. Owned by a rich Daddy.
That’s the dream.
He tried to delay the inevitable, sitting on the floor of his room, almost completely engulfed in rubber, while Hive's voice called to him.
He was saying goodbye to himself. As soon as he put on the helmet, all his memories would disappear, leaving only a biological shell resembling a human being, which would then become an effective drone and mindlessly serve the hive. We will all become drones... one day...
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New Year New Me
Derek grinned as his boyfriend kissed his cheek and rubbed his hand against his chest. Despite dating for two years, the passion was still there. And Derek couldn’t think of a better way to spend the New Year than with his boyfriend at a couple’s resort nestled away in the woods.
“I love you babe.” Derek kissed his boyfriend, his hands caressing his lover’s cheek.
Paul was perfect. Besides being one of the nicest and funniest guys he’d ever dated, the physical attraction was certainly there. Not to mention they were totally compatible. Derek being a total top, while Paul was a strict bottom. He loved how desperate Paul could be too- always the more submissive of the two. And as they got into bed, Derek instinctively goes to be the big spoon.
“Hey babe,” Paul says, “Would you mind if I try being the big spoon tonight?”
Derek raises an eyebrow, “You want to be big spoon tonight?” He smirks, “What’s gotten into you?” He jokes and Paul smiles deviously.
“You’re always the big spoon, I kinda wanna try it out.” He chuckles, “New Year, new me?” Derek looked at Paul with amusement, but also a hint of curiosity.
“Alright babe, we can give it a shot.”
He said with a grin, scooting over to let Paul take position behind him. As soon as their bodies made contact, Derek felt a strange tingling sensation wash over him. His skin prickled and he shivered slightly.
“What's up?”
Paul asked, noticing the change in his boyfriend's demeanor. Derek tried to shake off the feeling, attributing it to the unusual positioning. But the sensations intensified. He tried his best to ignore them.
“Nothing, I’m good.” Derek mumbled, blinking his eyes a few times.
Derek's mind began to fog slightly as the tingling spread through his body. His thoughts grew hazy and his vision blurred at the edges. Paul's arms wrapped around him, pulling him close, and Derek felt himself melting into his boyfriend's embrace.
“Feels good, doesn't it?” Paul whispered in his ear, his breath hot against Derek's skin.
The words sent a thrill through Derek, but it wasn't just arousal. Something deeper, more primal, was stirring within him. Derek nodded, thinking it odd how Paul's voice took on a somewhat lower tenure. Not to mention the confidence. Usually he liked more submissive guys. But Paul's sudden confidence made his dick stir.
“So good.” He replied, nestling closer to his boyfriend. Derek's cock hardened fully, straining against his boxers as a new kind of desperation seized him. He wanted to be held, worshipped, fucked...hard, “Mmm, I love you so much, Paul.” Derek slurred, his voice taking on a higher, more nasally tone, “You're the best thing that ever happened to me.” He pressed back against his boyfriend, grinding his ass against Paul's crotch.
“Fuck babe...” Paul grunted.
Derek moaned loudly, his eyes rolling back in ecstasy as he felt Paul's hardening bulge press insistently against his ass.
“Oh god, Paul, please...” Derek whimpered, his hips bucking back against his boyfriend's hips in a needy rhythm.
His once strong, toned body started to soften. The light dusting of chest hairs beginning to fall away, leaving him smooth. Meanwhile, Derek couldn't help but notice that Paul's arms seemed bigger somehow. The mountainous biceps that bulged as Paul held him closer seemed... wrong. But as he felt Paul's ever more prominent bulge against his ass, he simply moaned. Paul's grip tightened around Derek's waist, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he ground his throbbing erection against his boyfriend's pliant ass. Derek gasped, overwhelmed by the intense pleasure coursing through his veins.
“I'm going to make you mine, baby.” Paul growled, his voice low and rough with desire, “Every inch of you belongs to me now.”
As if in response, Derek's body began to shift further. His broad shoulders narrowed, his powerful muscles atrophying to reveal a leaner, more delicate frame. His hair, once dark and neatly styled, turned a bright platinum blonde and fell in messy waves across his forehead. A sweet, innocent face emerged, dominated by large, expressive blue eyes and full, pouty lips.
With each passing moment, Derek felt himself becoming less like his former self and more like a naive, dim-witted pretty boy. His once sharp intellect dulled, replaced by a vacuous, lustful haze. And yet, emotions like fear, despair, and anger dulled. He gazed up at Paul with wide, trusting eyes, his mouth slack and drooling slightly.
“Y-you're so big and strong, Paul.” he cooed, reaching back to fondle the massive bulge tenting his boyfriend's pants, “Can you please fuck me? I need it so bad...”
“Not with an ass like that.” Paul grunted, scratching at the hairs that sprouted from his increasingly larger pecs, “And what kinda fuckin' twink has a package like that? Paul groped Derek's proud bulge.
“But babe... please...” Derek pouted, “I.... oh gawd!”
As Paul's touch lingered on Derek's groin, the young man's erection began to shrink, growing smaller and softer until it dwindled to a mere nub between his thighs. At the same time, his once muscular ass flared outward, ballooning into an obscenely large, juicy bubble butt. Paul chuckled cruelly, enjoying the sight of his boyfriend's pathetic, diminished manhood. He reached down and gave Derek's swollen rump a harsh slap, watching with satisfaction as the tender flesh jiggled and quivered.
“You're such a fucking cumslut now, aren't you, babe?” Paul sneered, rubbing his thumb over the red imprint left on Derek's cheek. “Just begging to get your tight little hole filled with my cock.”
Derek whined pitifully, squirming under Paul's scornful gaze.
“P-please, Paul... I'll do anything... just use me...” He reached back to part his cheeks.
That was all Paul needed. Paul set a relentless pace, pounding into Derek's ass with savage abandon. Each brutal thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure radiating through the young man's core, making him clench and unclench around his boyfriend's invading length. Derek's cries degenerated into incoherent moans and whimpers, his mind consumed by the overwhelming sensations. Any thought of being anything other than a sex toy for his bigger, stronger, boyfriend evaporating from his increasingly duller mind.
“Harder, Paul! Fuck me harder!” Derek begged shamelessly, his voice high and breathy. “Make me your slutty little cumdump!”
As the night wore on, Paul continued to use Derek's willing body for his pleasure, fucking him relentlessly until both men collapsed in exhaustion. Now, as morning dawned outside, Derek lay curled up on Paul's chest, his small frame barely filling the expanse of his boyfriend's broad shoulders.
Despite the lingering soreness between his legs, Derek felt a deep sense of contentment and belonging. In this moment, he knew without a doubt that he was meant to serve and submit to Paul's dominance. Groggily, Derek opened his eyes to find Paul staring down at him with a mix of affection and superiority. Paul gently stroked Derek's hair, his fingertips grazing the delicate features of his boyfriend's face.
“You did so well last night, baby.” he murmured, his voice low and soothing, “Such a good little slut for me.” Derek blushed at the praise, his heart swelling with pride and devotion.
“Thank you, Paul.” he whispered, nuzzling into his boyfriend's warm embrace, “I'll always be here for you, no matter what.”
Paul chuckled, leaning down to capture Derek's lips in a dominating kiss. As the sun climbed higher in the sky, casting a golden glow over the room, both Derek and Paul knew something had changed. But neither would be complaining all too much.
A Day in the Life
You sigh and pull the covers over your head as the morning light shines through your window. Was it really time to get up? You didn't even get that much sleep... With a yawn, you stretch and rub the sleep from your eyes, already dreading the day ahead of you. Groggily, you reach over to your phone to start your usual routine: mindless scrolling on social media before getting ready for work. And as you open the app, you pause. The first video on your feed makes your morning wood strain even harder against your boxers. The guy in it is hot. His username xBrodyGrowsx. He's lying in bed, pits exposed, muscular chest rising slowly.
"Algorithm knows me well." You think to yourself.
The video starts and you hear his sexy, baritone voice for the first time. It's slow... dumb. Just the kind of man you privately lust over.
"Mornin' dudes, welcome to a day in my life as a guy who basically lives in the gym." You watch as he gets out of bed, the early morning sun accentuating his already impressive musculature, "I wake up at 6 AM because my body just knows it’s time to look amazing. I check the mirror first thing—yup, still gorgeous. Honestly feels unfair to everyone else." You watch as he casually fires off a double bicep pose in the mirror; your hand moving to grip your morning wood, "I mix up my pre-workout and head in for push day." You watch as he downs his protein shake, throwing on a sleeveless tee shirt that hugs his pecs and abs perfectly- just enough to see nearly each individual, impressive ridge.
"God this guy's a douche." You mumble to yourself, knowing full well that wasn't going to stop any of the horny thoughts in your head.
"Bench feels clean, reps are controlled, and the pump hits right on schedule. There’s nothing like watching your chest fill out in real time. People pretend they’re not staring, but they always do. I get it." You can see his pecs swell with his recent pump, watching as he yanks his sweaty shirt off to check out his gains, "After training, I head to class. I’m not flexing, but the pump ain't exactly subtle. Caught the professor staring. That's what I call an easy A bros."
"Jesus Christ this guy's ego is something else." You mutter.
"Lunch is simple—chicken, rice, vegetables. Not exciting, but aesthetics don’t come from excitement. They come from consistency." He's running a hand through his messy hair as he downs his lunch, "Afternoon gym session—back and bis. Yeah, I double dip. Not because I’m obsessed… actually no, exactly because I’m obsessed. Lat spread is becoming dangerous and I’d like to keep it that way." You watch as he shows off his back muscles in the gym mirror, before turning and flashing the douchiest smirk you think you've ever seen, "Later, gotta spend some time with the boys. Tommy here is gettin' swole. And that joker over there is still rockin' a pump from earlier. The bros hype me up, I hype them up—it’s a sacred ecosystem."
"Fuck..." You're breathing harder, watching as the three bros sit shirtless, gaming and subtly flexing.
"Wrap up the day with a protein shake and a quick posing check. Symmetry’s improving, definition’s coming in—exactly where I want to be." You can feel your cock starting to throb as you quicken your pace, watching as he goes through and flexes each of his muscles, "That’s the day. Train hard, eat right, stay locked in. The gains wait for no one." He stares directly at the camera- directly at you- and smirks. And with that, you release.
"Oh fuck..." You moan as your body tenses and then relaxes, "Did I just really?" You feel that post-nut clarity wash over you and quickly close your phone, "Alright... let's get on top of today."
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You groan as you drag yourself out of bed, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. Stumbling towards the bathroom, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. Your reflection looks back at you - slightly disheveled hair, tired eyes, and a body that's far from ripped. You can't help but frown as you examine your physique critically. A pang of dissatisfaction twists in your gut as you compare yourself to the stud from the video.
"Why can't I look like that?" you wonder, flexing your biceps half-heartedly, "If only I focused more on my..." You pause, "Geez what am I saying?" You never regretted your career or your academic success, "Grass is always greener." You try to reassure yourself, desperately trying to ignore the regret swelling in the pit of your stomach.
It only takes a little time to throw on your baggy work clothes. And as you move to the kitchen, your stomach growls, reminding you that breakfast is long overdue. In the kitchen, you rummage through the pantry until you unearth a dusty tub of protein powder, remnants from a short-lived fitness kick months ago.
"Maybe it's time to give it another try." you mutter, measuring out a scoop and dumping it into a shaker cup. Taking a swig, you grimace at the chalky taste, "I... I could get used to this." You glance at your watch, noting the time with a raised eyebrow. "Looks like I've got a bit of a gap before work," you muse, "might as well hit the gym real quick."
You drive to the gym and walk inside the weight room, feeling an immediate pull to the bench press. Sliding onto the bench, you position your hands on the cold metal barbell, taking a deep breath before lifting it off the rack.
"You've got this," you encourage yourself under your breath, exhaling sharply as you press the weights upward, "Fuck yeah..."
You quickly go about a series of chest exercises- dumbbell press, chest flys, incline press... Each motion coming to you naturally, as if you'd done it for years. And with a grunt, you set down the dumbbells, massaging your shoulder with a wince. Shifting to face the mirror behind you, you catch sight of your torso reflected back.
"Damn," you mutter under your breath.
Staring at your reflection, you trace the outline of your pectoral muscles, feeling the firmness beneath your fingertips. The fabric of your shirt feels good against your swollen pecs.
"Ah shit, enough gawking, gotta get to work." You whisper, quickly collecting your stuff and rushing out.
As you stroll into the office, you can't help but notice how good you feel. The burn from your chest pump giving you confidence and energy you never once knew. And as you moves towards your desk, you notice your boss stealing glances your way. When your eyes meet, he quickly averts his gaze, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. A smirk tugs at the corner of your mouth.
"Looks like someone's got their eye on me," you whisper to yourself, straightening your posture and puffing out your chest ever so slightly. "Got that promotion in the bag." You smirk and run a hand down your torso appreciatively, feeling the firmness of your muscles beneath your shirt.
The day seems to be flying by, and your stomach rumbles as lunchtime rolls around. You reach for the PB&J sandwich you packed earlier. However, upon pulling it out, you hesitate, eyeing it critically.
"This is such a waste of macros," you mutter, tossing the sandwich into the trash without a second thought, "There's gotta be something better..." As you walk through the cafeteria, you find it: a protein-packed grilled chicken salad, "Fucking perfect." As you dig in, savoring each bite, you can't help but marvel at your newfound awareness of nutrition.
"I'm really stepping up my game," you think to yourself, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment.
You return to the gym after work, eager to continue your workout. Grabbing a pair of dumbbells, you begin focusing on your back and biceps. The motions come easily, almost instinctively, as you move through sets of rows, pulldowns, and curls. Sweat beads on your brow, your muscles burning pleasantly with exertion. And as you complete your final set of bicep curls, you catch a glimpse of your reflection in the mirror.
"Wait... that's not... that's not right." you murmur, turning to examine yourself from different angles. Your thoughts feel sluggish, struggling to process the drastic changes. Part of you wants to question it, to doubt your own eyes. But another part, growing louder by the second, simply accepts it as fact.
"Guess I'm just built different," you conclude with a shrug, flexing experimentally. The muscles respond eagerly, swelling and straining against your increasingly tighter shirt.
As you finish your workout, you towel off and gather your things, intending to head straight home. But as you step outside the gym, a strange sensation washes over you. An inexplicable urge, almost a physical compulsion, draws your attention towards a nearby sports bar- one you know is frequented by the local college students. Before you can question it, you find yourself being pulled in that direction, your feet carrying you towards the entrance.
"Huh, I guess I could use a drink." you rationalize, the foreign thoughts slithering into your mind, "Nothing beats a little bro time, am I right?"
Inside, you take a seat at the bar, feeling a new kind of confidence radiating off of you. And as you sip on your beer, you see a group of rowdy college-aged guys approach the bar. They look young, in their early 20s perhaps. For a brief moment, you feel awkward.
"What am I doing here?" You suddenly feel awkward, out of place. And your confidence falter, "No... this is all wrong." You look at your bulging biceps and meaty forearms, "Since when...?" You nearly jump when you feel a tap on your shoulder.
"Yo, dude! Wanna hit the pool table with us? We need another bro for doubles."
One of the college guys gives you a friendly slap on the back, startling you momentarily. "C'mon bro, we could really use a guy like you!" His words hit a chord within you, resonating with your growing need to be one of the bros, despite the age difference.
"Are you sure? I'm not exactly…" you trail off as you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirrored wall, your eyes widen. To your surprise, you barely recognize the man looking back. The youthful glow of your tanned skin, chiseled jawline, messy hair, relaxed eyes…
"Sure, why not?" You hear yourself saying, the words spilling from your lips before you can think twice.
As the game begins, introductions start getting thrown out: Chase, Matt, Ethan… When it comes to you, the words fall out, unexpected yet oddly familiar.
"I'm Brody."
Yet as soon as you say "Brody", a shudder runs through you. This wasn't your name…it never was your name…or was it? It sounds wrong—so very wrong. You stare at your teammates... Teammates? That wasn't... but a memory of football practice and locker room banter drowns out any doubts.
"Brody? You good man? Didn't think I tackled you too hard at practice." The groups laughs and you smile.
"Nah man, I'm good." And part of you knew... whatever this was, there was no going back now.
Over the next hour, you notice your speech patterns change. Words like "bro", "dude", "jock", "stud", slip into your vocabulary effortlessly. Your thoughts grow simpler, more straightforward, fixated on lifting, gaining, flexing, and competing. Your gait becomes cockier, shoulders roll with confidence. Your facial expressions shift—eyes gleam more intensely, lips form into a constant smirk, eyebrows furrow assertively—a perfect combination of arrogance and virility.
Eventually, as closing time approaches, the gang wraps up. You chat briefly about future plans – hitting the gym together tomorrow in the morning, shooting hoops before class, maybe grabbing dinner at that spot by campus and going over to Ethan's dorm to play some videogames… It’s all falling neatly into place, like you were always there, always one of the bros.
As you finally arrive back at your dorm late that night, you can't resist examining yourself more closely. Standing in front of your full-length mirror, you begin flexing and posing, admiring your physique. You feel a surge of power coursing through your veins as you flex your biceps, watching them swell impressively. Your chest broadens as you strike a double bicep pose, pecs and delts rippling with new strength. You even experiment with a lat spread, surprised at how wide your lats extend. Turning sideways, you can't help but appreciate the V-taper of your back, tapering down to a narrow waist.
"Lookin' fuckin' good Brody. Symmetry’s improving, definition’s coming in—exactly where I want to be." You mutter to yourself, "But I ain't done yet."
You wake up the next morning, feeling refreshed and energized. You stretch languidly in bed. With a grin, you grab your phone and open the camera app, deciding to record a vlog entry.
"Mornin' dudes, welcome to a day in my life as a guy who basically lives in the gym," you begin, striking a confident pose. "I wake up at 6 AM because my body just knows it’s time to look amazing. I check the mirror first thing—yup, still gorgeous. Honestly feels unfair to everyone else." You fire off a double bicep pose, flexing your impressive muscles for the camera.
The smirk never leaving your face.
Movie Night
“Dude, look at this!” Matt looked up from his unpacking and walked over to where Josh was sitting, “I guess the old tenants forgot this gem.” Josh chuckled holding up an old DVD.
Matt grabbed is from his buddy. While there was no title on the case, the picture of two skinny blond men making out in a bedroom certainly caught his attention. Matt raised an eyebrow.
“Certainly interesting. Not sure if this is what they meant by fully furnished” He chuckled, “Guess they forgot it.” Not a huge deal- given that the rent was so low and it was within walking distance to their classes, a few scandalous items were acceptable. Yet Matt stared at the DVD case- at the two men passionately making out. He didn’t have any issues with gay people, but there was something about this DVD. The two men were certainly handsome, the one hairless and with a pretty impressive ass, while the other was just a tad more muscular and dominant looking.
“Earth to Matt, you good there bud?” Josh chuckled.
Matt blushed and looked up at his friend, “Uh yeah, sorry haha.” He laughed awkwardly, somewhat confused by his thoughts. Since when did he care about how good a man's ass looked? He focused on his friend, “We should probably put it back where we found it.” He said, his voice dropping off towards the end of his sentence. Matt couldn’t help but appreciate just how well Josh’s gray shirt hugged his body. Something about it just captured his friend’s muscular physique so well, and while he continued to stare, he felt a heat rising up within him.
“Hey you okay dude?” Josh asked, looking more concerned, “Lemme just take this from ya.” He chuckled awkwardly, grabbing the DVD case from his friend. Matt looked confused for a moment before shaking his head, “Feeling better now? Didn’t think you’d get all worked up over two gay guys.” Josh teased, looking down at the case.
“Yeah I don’t know, sorry man. Must’ve zoned out.” Matt took a deep breath, suddenly noticing how intensely Josh was staring at the case.
“You think we should watch it?” Josh asked, his voice somewhat distant and his eyes still staring at the case, “I mean, we have the DVD player.”
“Dude, what the hell?” Matt chuckled, “It’s probably some gay porn tape.”
“Only one way to find out!” the brunette replied with a grin, sticking the DVD in.
Matt wanted to protest, but when the DVD started playing, a strange sensation washed over him. The two of them sat on the couch, watching the film intensely. It wasn’t porn, but instead a stupid rom com of the two gay men. It was funny, it was romantic, and before either of the two realized, they had become enthralled in the plot. It was fairly predictable, at least to Matt- two soulmates unable to be together, overcoming the odds and making it. Of course with some passionate romance mixed in. But yet he couldn’t stop watching and rooting for the two main characters. And based on how Josh was similarly leaning forward, eyes focused, Matt assumed he was equally interested. But as the film was reaching its predictable conclusion, Matt felt a discomfort in his crotch.
“What the fuck?” He muttered, his erection straining against his pants. He quickly tried to adjust, which didn’t go unnoticed by Josh. Before his friend could say anything, Matt got up and turned away, “I need to go to my room.” He said quickly.
The young man rushed towards his room, wincing at the discomfort in his pants. He slammed the door and immediately stripped, his eyes widening at the site of his raging erection. Yeah the movie had some R-rated scenes, but it was all gay shit anyway. Why was he getting so horned up over some gay rom com? And when did it get so fucking hot? He threw off his shirt and stood naked in his room, taking deep breaths.
“Dude, you good?” Matt jumped and turned to face Josh, who was standing in the doorway. Yeah they had seen each other naked a few times in the locker room, but this wasn’t the same. And Matt couldn’t help but blush.
He wanted to say something, to say anything really, but the words wouldn’t leave his mouth. He wanted to tell Josh to get out and to leave him alone- but it was like those words were trapped behind a mental barrier. And much to Matt’s horror, he could see Josh eyeing his erection. The two men’s eyes met, and although they couldn’t say anything, it was clear they were both not in control of the situation.
“Josh... what is this?” Matt strained as he proudly flaunted his erect member to his best friend.
Josh couldn’t look away, “I-I don’t know... I can’t...” He took a deep breath, “It’s like the movie... when the two guys first...”
Without another word, Josh’s body moved on its own, walking over to his naked friend. And before Matt could protest, Josh kissed him, passionately on the lips. Matt’s eyes widened, before he found himself reciprocating. He felt his hand move against his friend’s toned abdomen, gripping the gray shirt that covered his body.
“Let’s get rid of this.” Matt whispered. That cheesy line... it was just like what the one character from the movie. Why was he saying this shit? And as Josh’s shirt was thrown aside, the two continued passionately making out. He could feel as his friend gripped his ass and gave it a squeeze, causing Matt to moan. And in that instant, Matt could swear that his voice sounded higher. But before he could fully register what was happening, Josh pushed him onto his bed.
“And I’ll get rid of these.” Josh grinned removing his pants, while his eyes betrayed his fear.
Matt felt himself lick his lips as he gazed upon his now naked friend. And Matt could swear that his friend’s hair had taken on a somewhat lighter hue. But before he could fully register his friend’s changes, Josh had crawled on top of his friend, his sweaty muscular body pressed closely as the two continued to make out. Against his will, he began thrusting his hips as the two grinded against one another, moaning as they did. All the while, Matt was becoming aware of something. As his hands caressed his friend’s muscular arms and back, it almost seemed like his friend was losing mass.
“Josh...” Matt forced out, “You need to stop... you’re changing...”
Josh stopped for just a second and frowned, “I’m not the only one.” He forced out, before locking lips with his friend and then slowly kissing down his friend’s neck.
During this, Matt was able to turn his head to catch a glimpse of them in the mirror. Josh was smaller now, while still muscular, he must’ve lost some height and some mass, making the man a bit smaller overall. Meanwhile, Matt watched as his black hair became lighter and lighter, until settling on a natural blond and he let out another high pitched moan as his voice settled on a higher tenor.
“Damn babe, I love it when you moan like that.” Josh grinned, running his hand along Matt’s shrinking biceps and triceps.
“Josh... please...” Matt croaked out, his breath getting caught as his entire body shrunk rapidly. Years of working out and going to the gym seemed to reverse themselves as his frame became much smaller, with only small lean muscles, mostly for showing off rather than for strength.
“Don’t worry, I know what ya like.” Josh replied, flipping them so that Matt was on top and giving his friend’s ass a squeeze.
Matt moaned, feeling as his friend played with his juicy ass and hole, the feeling beyond anything that he was used to. He looked down at Josh and watched as two nipple piercing magically appeared and a tattoo formed on his left thigh.
“Josh...” Matt moaned, turning to the mirror, his eyes widening in horror. They looked just like the two guys from the movie. And it looked like he was becoming the more submissive of the pair- the "bottom". It was like a whole new vocabulary and knowledge was filling his head, and he knew he didn't want it. He did his best and pushed himself off the bed, landing on his jiggly ass.
“Woah there babe, you good?” Josh asked looking down. To Matt’s dismay, the look of fear that had clued him into his friend still being there was gone. Instead, it was the look of that guy from the movie... the passionate, caring, and sexy stare of his more dominant boyfriend. And it made Matt shiver.
“This isn’t right, we can’t be together!” Matt breathed out, a feeling of guilt welling up inside him. And it was at that moment he realized... that was the same line from the movie. He was still acting it out.
Josh slowly got off the bed, and plopped down next to Matt. He placed a comforting hand on his cheek, and forced him to look into his eyes.
“I don’t care.” He whispered, “I love you.”
And Matt knew it was over. It was just like the movie, the same stupid lines, the same passionate romance. And he hated how predictable it was- how he knew what was going to happen next. A warm feeling welled up from within Matt, all the concern and worry about being with Josh dissipating as he stared intensely into his boyfriend’s eyes. Josh made him feel right... safe even. All he wanted to do was be with him. And with that, the two leaned in for another passionate kiss, the sensual night picking up exactly where it had left off.
The next morning, Matt woke up, curled up in the arms of his lover. He nestled closer to Josh, enjoying the warmth and comfort that it brought.
“Good morning beautiful.” Josh whispered, planting a small kiss on his boyfriend’s forehead.
Matt smiled and planted a quick kiss on Josh’s lips, before slowly pushing himself out of bed. Josh smirked, taking in the site of his naked boyfriend.
“Now that’s a sight I won’t get tired of.” Josh pushed himself out of bed and kissed Matt quickly, “Come on, we should probably get something to eat. I’m drained.” He winked.
As the two walked down to the kitchen and passed the living room, something caught Matt’s eye. He walked over to the DVD case that was tossed on the floor and picked it up, inspecting the cover. It was of two guys, in decent shape and working out at the gym together. He chuckled, they were kind of sexy, but he much preferred his smooth, toned look. Not to mention, so did Josh.
“Better put this back.” He whispered, placing the DVD back in the cabinet, the memory of it quickly vanished from his mind. And as he walked back into the kitchen where his sexy boyfriend was making them breakfast, he couldn’t wait to see what the day would bring.

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I've met this guy from the UK, chav Kai. He's a total scallt and my type. And he just sent me this package from jd with some kinda trackies in it? What'd you think would happen if i tried them on?
The package wasn't just from JD alone. In fact, the products inside were from a collaboration between JD's clothing line and Hexum Industries.
Which explains the pink box with the JD logo, now currently in your hands. Normally they just use a simple cardboard box.
You had told Kai that the package had arrived. Immediately, he sent you a link for Zoom through the Tumblr chat. Pressing the link, you were soon able to see his face.
How hard he could make you... It was almost embarrassing how much of an effect Kai had on you.
He was a total chav. The way he spoke... The way he wrote! It made it so obvious he wasn't a cultured man. Sometimes you even wondered if English was truly his first language, despite him being native to the UK.
Kai was a complete idiot. A dumbass with no parallel. Yet believed himself to be the smartest guy around. He was so confident, it tempted you to just accept whatever nonsense he spewed as gospel. After all, he loved to reward you. You still remember the dick pic he sent you. Unkempt, wild reddish and blond pubes, pale thighs at the bottom of the picture. Low hanging balls. And a huge dick. Girthy, slightly curved to the left, and uncut.
It was a porn star kind of cock. Almost too big to be real... More than once you had dreamed of it. Of flying to the UK, kneeling in front of Kai just to worship such an exquisite prick...
Now, regrettably, you weren't facing his wonderful cock. But his smug face. He had a Burberry cap on. Wss also wearing a fake Lacoste polo, and a tracksuit jacket over it. He was smoking. He always was.
"I was like... Waiting for ya to get m'gift, bruv? And, like, now ya got it. So open it, bruv. They're proper clothes, check 'em out." he said, taking the cigarette out of his mouth, as he looked at you. "Be a good lad and rush. I'm sure you'll look proper fit, honest!"
Wasn't his accent so hot?
You opened the box, finding a gray tracksuit, black t-shirt, white Adidas socks, white sneakers and a silver chain. As well as gray Calvin Klein boxer briefs.
These weren't the kind of clothes you normally wore. Yet you recognized them. It was the kind of fashion a chav such as Kai would sport every day. It made you hold your breath with awe and excitement.
After all, you weren't a chav yourself. You were American. You were educated, currently doing a post grad. A life built for wealth and success... Completely unlike a chav's, who merely tried to imitate wealth without ever succeeding. Perhaps that's what made this so special. Perhaps that's what made this feel like the greatest gift you had ever gotten.
Because a proper chav was welcoming you. Allowing you to pretend, if for a second, that you were one of them.
It didn't matter there was a whole ocean between you and all the real chavs. You had always fancied them. You loved how they looked, how they spoke. Their vulgar and lower class simplicity. The abundant stupidity of their appearance, yet always enhanced by a certain masculinity that was so unique to them.
How many times had you fantasized about becoming one of them? Alone, at night, only accompanied by your trusty hand? You even loved imagining the dehumanizing way wealthier people would treat you, or think of you, were you to become a proper chav.
Meeting Kai, thusly, had always felt like a blessing and a curse. A blessing because it gave you an opening to see the world like a chav could and did. But it was a curse too, because it reminded you how you'd never be one of them.
This package? This gift? It was the nicest thing Kai could have ever done for you.
"Don't stand there lookin' thick, luv!" Kai said, interrupting your musings with a laugh. "Get off yer clothes! Let me take a proper look at ya! Then, you'll try 'em clothes on. Model them for me. How does that sound, bruv? It'll be a proper time, innit?"
Cheeks heated up as you nodded.
This was different to anything you had done before. One thing was to send and receive pics. But to get undressed in front of him? Sure, it was through a zoom meeting, but it felt so... Meaningful. So trascendental. Like this marked a before and after on your relationship with Kai. Were you truly ready for this?
You knew you would obey him. Not only because you wanted to. But also because you loved the idea of this ignorant sexy man giving you orders. A complete reversal of the real order of things. Were this in person, most would see you as above him.
No one had to know what you did in private.
First you shirt went off. A nice button up. It looked nice on you. Made you look professional.
Then the pants. Fancy dress pants. Somehow you knew they wouldn't look fancy at all if Kai was the one wearing them. Class and the features of his face were like water an oil. They repelled each other quite strongly.
Socks went next. You made sure to raise your feet up, so he got a view of how the nice dark fabric slid down your skin. Doing so for both feet.
Finally, your underwear. There was no reason not to get it off. He had already seen your dick before. And, besides, you were so hard right now that it was pointless to hide how excited you were from this. The bulge was so prominent enough it was impossible for Kai not to notice it.
Thus, you were naked. Kai was nodding, obviously appreciating the view. He was taking a drag from his cigarette.
"What a view, bruv. Yer a proper lookin' lad, so you are," he said, after exhaling the smoke. "Why don't ya turn around so I get to see ya whole, hmm? Gotta enjoy the view since I can't touch ya from here."
Biting your lip, you obliged.
You didn't go too fast. Allowing Kai some time to inspect your naked body. He whistled in approval, clearly enjoying this whole experience.
"The clothes, bruv. Try 'em on. It'll be like yer a proper chav like me. Promise ya that," he said, with a smile that should have made you pause.
Yet whatever hesitation or suspicion you may have had was utterly silenced by your horniness. The idea of becoming a chav, even if only as a role playing thing, was simply too arousing to ruin it with any kind of cynicism. Kai obviously couldn't have any ill intentions. What could he even do to you when he was on a completely different continent?
You took the Calvin Klein briefs. Were they real? Honestly, you couldn't say. They had to be new, right? But there were some flaws on the manufacturing that made you question that perhaps... Oh, who cared? This was about immersion, not perfect logic. So what if they were fake? Or if they were badly made? It would make the idea of becoming a chav all the more authentic.
Right?
They slid easily in place. Hugging your bottom very nicely. Playful, you moved your hips, showing your now clothed ass to the camera as you moved it from right to left.
And as you did so, your ass changed.
Both ass cheeks were inflating. Pushing the fabric outwards. It made you stop in shock. Looking at your own image on the zoom call, you witnessed your butt cheeks swelling. Until they were round, perfectly spherical. You now had an undeniable bubble butt. One of the nicest you've ever seen.
"This doesn't make any sense! What's happening to my butt...?" you asked, in shock. Was this a prank? Had Kai sent you boxer briefs with inflatable padding, or something of the sort?
A quick check was enough to prove that hadn't been the case. On the contrary, your butt had simply grown on its own. How? You had no explanation. Kai seemed awfully calm about it. Was he responsible? Or were you just imagining it?
Changes hadn't stopped however. For suddenly the briefs weren't as tight as they had become instant ago. You checked you ass, to see if the swelling had diminished to any degree, but no. Your new bubble butt remained unchanged.
That meant...
Looking at your bulge, you were devastated. As quickly as your ass had grown, your cock and balls were dwindling away! Hooking your thumbs on the waistband, you checked the damage. Whatever you had between your legs was not what you were familiar with. It was so small! An uncut tiny cock. Tiny even though it was as hard as it could be. It couldn't be more than three inches. Part of you feared it was closer to two!
And your balls? They had also shrunk. The whole ball sack higher and tighter. As if they had never dropped at all.
"Don't worry, bruv!" Kai said, with a grin that made you shudder. "I like my lads with tiny pricks. Makes 'em love my huge hog even more. Every one of 'em love to be dwarfed by me, honest!"
Shouldn't you be upset? Part of you was sure you should have. Yet Kai's words had made your devastation disappear as if it had never been there. Plus, it didn't matter how big your cock was. What mattered was how you used it. And since you liked guys like Kai to be in control... Well, you didn't need to use it for much beyond cumming.
No one needs a big cock for that. If anything, it may be easier to cum now than ever before...
"Put on the trousers now, luv!" he instructed, giving another drag to his cigarette.
Smiling... Because you were smiling for some reason, you followed his order. Taking the gray sweatpants, you put them on. Making sure the camera of your laptop was angled in such a way Kai could see you do it without any obstruction.
At first glance, the pants looked too big. Or maybe just too long? You just knew they wouldn't fit right. Not enough to complain. After all you were grateful that Kai had thought about giving you clothes to live your fantasy of being a chav. Even if just for pretend. If he had gotten the wrong measurement, it was an honest and easily forgivable mistake.
Yet, as you put them on... They seem to fit just right. It didn't make much sense, compared with the pants your had earlier. This pair was clearly longer and...
Why did the room feel smaller?
Checking your legs again, they looked longer. The fancy pair of pants... Of trousers look too small for you now.
Your legs weren't just longer, however. They had a really nice shape now. The shape of a man who plays soccer... No, football every weekend with his friends... Nice, well toned muscle, filled in the best of ways. Your thighs were just thick enough for your massive butt to make sense.
"What a sight, bruv. Yer shaping just right. Go on now. Get the shirt on, mate!" Kai said, distracting you again from your thoughts.
And so you put on the t-shirt. Immediately your physique began to change underneath. Lean, but in shape. Your pecs protruding enough to be considered as such. The t-shirt was tight, showing the trim shape of your torso exactly as it was now.
A sure bet was to say you spine had lengthened. The room looked smaller again. How tall were you now? Somehow you felt you had to be 6'1" feet tall. Maybe a bit more. Definitely not less.
Kai didn't let you get distracted with how much you had grown. He reminded you to keep putting on the clothes he had sent you. And so, you put on the jacket of the tracksuit. As you did, your arms changed. Although still lean, as the rest of your body, they filled with muscle. The muscles of a real man... The muscles of a working lad...
It was funny. Normally you would describe yourself as skinny. That wasn't inaccurate now. But, it was different. Now you were toned too. Trim. Like a man who wasn't just thin, no. You were strong. You were masculine. And you knew how to use these lean muscles when the occasion called for it.
Next were the socks. Kai reminded you. What would you do without him? He was so good at giving orders. It was so easy to just obey him, to just do whatever he wanted. Even if it was obvious. You were getting dressed, and your feet were still bare. Of course you needed your socks! But you hadn't thought about it yet. Not until he said to put them on.
Then the sneakers. They looked so much bigger than your usual shoes. In fact, they were next to each other. The sneakers were easily three sizes bigger. Surely they wouldn't fit? They had to be too big... There was no other possibility...
You hadn't given any of your measurements to Kai, now that you thought about it. Why had he bought you clothes? There was something weird about that, wasn't there? Then again, maybe he was just being nice... Kai always knew what to do... Why assume any ill intent?
Somehow, despite your scepticism, the sneakers were the right fit. They were huge, and yet... They weren't too big. If anything they felt a little snug. Well, you just had to break them in! All shoes were a bit snug at the beginning, weren't they?
"Yer almost ready, luv!" Kai said, as he finished his cigarette. "Only one thing left. Only one thing until you look like a proper chav!"
You laughed. Oh, how much you wanted to believe him! But you knew things didn't work that way. Clothes didn't make the man despite the saying. Your hair certainly was too dapper for that. Your eyes looked too intelligent. And you were healthy. Never smoked. Never drank. This was all pretend. Nothing more.
You took the chain in your hands. It was a nice one. Not something you'd consider using if it weren't for Kai's kindness and encouragement. Looking at the image of your face, as well as Kai's, on the screen of your laptop, you decided to put the chain on.
Eyes widened as soon as you did. It was unbelievable! Your face began to shift almost immediately! So did your hair!
The face was masculine, yet young. Younger than you were, at least. Not that you were old, at twenty three. You just felt younger, as if you had just turned twenty recently. The irises of your eyes had also changed. They were lighter now. Green? Blue? Maybe Gray? It didn't matter. Whatever color they now sported, it wasn't the usual brown you had grown up with.
Your new beard was something you felt proud of. Although, in your heart of hearts, you knew you shouldn't be. It clearly wasn't full, and it would take a lot of time to look like a proper beard. If ever. But it didn't matter how wispy your facial hair was. It was a way lf showing how manly you truly were. That was more valuable than anything.
As for your hair? You now had a fade. On the sides and the back. All the length was at the top. Still short, mostly messy. And you thought it was lighter too. Closer to blond than to black, even if it was still brown.
Overall, you were unrecognizable. Even to your own eyes, you didn't look like the American doing a post grad. But like the a regular chav from the UK. If you sat next to Kai at a pub, no one would see anything worth paying attention.
It was impossible to help the smile forming on your face. Your teeth! They were different too! Slightly crooked, not as white. They did look healthy overall, but in a more natural way. A guy with such teeth probably never needed braces.
"Woah, bruh! Look at that. I'm a proper chav now, innit?" you claimed, ecstatic.
Only to cover your mouth in shock. What was that? You hadn't intended to speak like a chav! In fact, any time you had tried to use the accent before—always alone—you did multiple and obvious mistakes. Your accent now was identical to Kai's!
Even the register was different. Deeper. Slower. Rumbly. With a lazy, almost clumsy way of saying each word.
"Bloody hell! Is that me voice, bruv?" you asked, looking at the screen, looking at the ever smiling Kai for any sort of explanation.
"It is, luv. So it is," he said, as if he was the wisest of men. "Exactly what ya wanted, I'm sure. To become one of the lads! And that I did, so I did."
Although the marvel you were feeling was great, that still gave you pause. What did he mean? How could he have done this? Magic wasn't a real thing, so it's not like...
Wait. Why were you denying magic's existence? You looked completely different! You sounded completely different! In no way you could recognize yourself anymore. No one could!
And... Why was it so hard to think about anything? Something here was fishy. It had to be. You just couldn't figure it out. A part of you knew it had to be obvious, yet any time the conclusion felt on your grasp, it just seemed to promptly fly away out of your reach.
"The package, me dafty!" Kai said, with a chuckle. "That's what changed ya, luv. I chose the clothes meself. It was like so great too. This clerk bloke told me I needed to see these magical clothes. That they'd 'life changing' or whatever. Didn't believe 'em. Why would I? But cheap it was, so I bought' em. Cheaper than any other clothes I e'er bought, bruv. And now I saw how it made you into a chav just like me! Well, almost... Couldn't have me fella be any smarter than me, could I, luv?"
Just like him...
No. That couldn't be true! Sure, the idea of becoming a chav was hot. But as long as it was skin deep. The way Kai described the transformation... It didn't sound so superficial. If your intelligence was on the line...
Your stomach plummeted. You were proud of your smarts. Of your effort, of your education. The idea of losing them was hot, certainly. But only as a fantasy. Actually experiencing it was a other matter entirely.
But were you really dumber? Perhaps Kai was just being cheeky. Laughing at your needless panic. There had to be a way of turning back right? There was no way Kai had transformed you permanently without asking you. And he had no way of telling of you were any stupider... Or did he? You couldn't be sure.
This had to be a role playing thing. It simply had to be.
"Don't worry, bruv. Don't stress that smooth brain of yers. Yer too thick now. And it's only going to get worse. Betcha ya don't even remember a thing 'bout what you've studied, huh?" Kai's voice was trying to be soothing, but they only felt chilling.
"I do remember!" you yelled, yet your deeper voice sounded uncertain. "I studied for years, bruv. Years! I ain't so thick as you say... I'm proper smart, I am! Like, for example..."
Suddenly your mind was blank. You couldn't remember a thing of what you've studied. Not even the basics. Even the most introductory of lectures had completely been erased from your brain.
You stepped back, unable to say a word. Eyes widened in panic. This couldn't be! You were smart! You were educated!
But were you?
Memories of going to college were quickly disappearing from your mind. The idea of doing a post grad was ridiculous. Not only because you were too young, but also because you couldn't even recall finishing high school anymore. Did you? Honestly you couldn't tell.
You just knew you didn't study for your A levels... Wait a minute! You weren't British! You'd never even have the chance to try those tests! Instead you had to... As all Americans, you had to...
What did you had to do? What did you do?
"Fuck, bruv! I can't... I can't remember shite," you said. "It's like I never went to college, bruv. What did ya do to me?"
"What ya wanted, luv," Kai replied, laughing. "Didn't ya say it? How hot ya thought us chavs were. How hot it'd be to become one of us. There's no point on complaining, mate. This is yer life now."
"That's not... It can't be true, bruv! It just can't!"
Your voice didn't sound convincing at all. It was hard not to simply believe was Kai was saying. Of course you liked the idea of being a chav. But only when it was a fantasy, when there weren't any real consequences. When you wouldn't lose everything just to embody this erotic drea..
"But it is, luv. Proper truth, I swear," Kai replied, taking a final drag of his cigarette, and then blowing the smoke towards the camera. "I can prove it, even. Try to tell me yer name. Just try. I assure ya, you won't remember it."
A smile formed on your lips. Of course you remembered your name. It was... It was... What was it?
"It's Jayden, bruv. It is now, that is," Kai said. "Suits ya. A good name for a proper chav such as yerself."
You shook your head. That wasn't your name! It couldn't be...
Yet every time you tried to remember your real name, none other appeared. Only Jayden. Your surname was different too. Something common. Something a working class lad could have that would not raise anyone's eyebrow.
"This can't be! It's not me name, bruv! I ain't a chav for real! It's the clothes, bruv! Just the clothes! I'm a smart fella! I'm American, bruv!"
It was almost worth a face palm. Until now you hadn't been able to think about removing your new clothes. You were transformed from wearing them. It was only logical that removing them would reverse the effects. Or so you sorely hoped.
Perhaps you hadn't thought about it because they were so comfortable... As if they were made for you to wear... As if it was the proper thing for you to wear... Why would you want to go back to your stuffy clothes?
No! That wasn't what you truly believed in! You had to take these clothes off. Pronto. There was no other way of returning to your original self.
"Just try, luv," Kai said, with a smirk that should be infuriating yet you couldn't help but find ridiculously hot. "Just try..."
Your hand immediately went to your pants trousers. You tried to pull them down and...
You weren't at home anymore.
In fact, you weren't even standing. Suddenly you were at the driver's seat of a car. How did you even get it in here? And when? It was so dark out. That didn't make sense. The sun was still up just a moment ago.
Kai's window showed it was night where he lived... Maybe...
No! That couldn't be it. You couldn't be suddenly transported to the UK, right? That was impossible. You were, like... How far was the US from the UK? It wasn't something you could remember, but at least you knew there was like a sea in between... Or was something else? Maybe a desert? That couldn't be right...
Bloody hell it was difficult to think!
Thankfully, the car was parked. Your level of agitation most certainly would have made you crash, otherwise. The question was: where were you? And why were you in this car?
It wasn't a nice car. Not only because it was dirty, with rubbish everywhere while also having an obnoxious cigarette smell. But also because the car looked old, and cheap. Something that had to be inherited, or bought second hand.
Looking outside, you were in the parking lot of an apartment building. Of a council state, to be precise. With a gulp, you left the car, wondering how would you get back home.
Or even if there was a home to return to.
Feeling lost, you leaned on the car. Your car, since you had the keys for it. It was locked now. It was your doing.
Not thinking about anything at all, you surprised yourself once you lighted a cigarette. Your new body was so used to the move, it hadn't required a conscious thought at all. It was almost scary.
Am I even myself? I can't recall a thing... Just Jayden, bruv... I'm just Jayden...
Such a thought made you crave the soothing feeling smoking gave. Closing your eyes, you surrendered yourself to this addiction an hour ago you would have not partaken in at all.
It felt so natural now.
"Oi! Jayden, luv! Why are ya all alone here, bruv? Let's go home, I need that mouth of yers on my prick," Kai said, standing next to you.
Kai... He was... Next to you.
That's impossible! He was in England and you... You... Where were you supposed to be? You knew you weren't British! That you weren't truly a chav! There had to be a way of...
His hand caressed your cheek. Your knees weakened, your eyes lost on the vulgar charm of his features. How handsome was he! How wonderful was he! Why would you be upset about him being close?
You were the best of mates. He was the love of your life. Shouldn't you be happy he's here with you? That he's generous enough to love you back?
"Kai..." you said, a stupid smile blooming on your face while a smirk appeared on his.
"Yes, it is me, ya dunce! Now let's go home, luv. I need yer pretty lips on my prick, not sucking a fag."
A part of you still thought about the other meaning of that last word. But as he guided you upstairs, you couldn't remember what it was supposed to be. No bother! It wasn't ike you were a smart guy, anyways. Kai probably knew. He always knew better than you did.
The apartment wasn't a surprise. Almost spartan due to how bare it looked. No decorations, minimal furniture. The only visible luxuries were a big TV, with a PS5 you and Kai were still paying with your job as binmen, as well as an old laptop with a just finished zoom call. Yet there wasn't a sofa, just two plastic chairs. There was some rubbish around, mostly boxes from takeout and used beer cans.
The bedroom wasn't any better. It was so messy. It smelled so bad... Yet how familiar and, thusly, comforting that felt! Dirty clothes everywhere, more beer cans, old gay porn magazines scattered on the floor. And the bed? Didn't have a frame. The sheets weren't properly in place.
They smelled like cum and sweat. And smoke. The best smells in the world, if anyone were to ask you!
"We're pigs," you said. It wasn't a complaint, nor a celebration. A simple statement of the facts. A declaration that felt almost too important for how simple it had been.
Kai looked at you with amusement.
"If it bothers ya, luv, ya can always act like a maid and tidy up. I'm chuffed with how things are, bruv. This is how men live proper. I won't move a finger to change a thing."
"It'd be bollocks, luv," you agreed, nodding with a dopey grin.
"So it is," Kai said, holding your face. "Now get in yer knees, and show me what that pretty mouth of yers can do."
And you did. You so did.
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A week later, when you arrived home, you couldn't help but be remknded this hadn't always been your life. There had been a time when you weren't a dumb chav. You had been an intelligent American man, one who had dignity and a future.
That life was completely gone now. You had barely remembered it had happened this whole week. Since blowing Kai's cock that first night, you had not thought about who you used to be once. Not until now.
You should be frightened. You should be furious. You were about to be somebody, but now...
Now you're Kai's bruv. You're Kai's obedient pet. Always ready to please him, always ready to suck his huge dick (so much bigger than your own, which you loved), always ready to shag no matter the circumstance. Your ass was made to be claimed. So Kai said, and if he did, it had to be true.
Whoever you were before, it didn't exist anymore. You're now just Jayden. You always were and you always will be. Jayden, a dumb chav, destined to a life of poverty and ignorance. And a worshipful lover of Kai.
This was your biggest dream, back then. And now, it was also your truth. Until the day you died, and perhaps even beyond that.
But for now, you had to rest. The work day had been long, and you knew Kai would return. Horny and ready to use you as he liked.
You had wished for this, and you were too dumb to regret it.
He still remembered that first drag perfectly. It was late at night, cold outside, his black jacket half open while the smoke slowly curled up past his face. At first he coughed — short and sharp — but then came that strange warm feeling. As if everything suddenly slowed down. Became quieter. The tension in his shoulders faded while he leaned against the wall and took another inhale.
He stared at the glowing tip of the cigarette in the dark and smiled softly. Not just because of the nicotine, but because of the whole moment: the night, the silence, the city still alive around him. Since then, it had become part of him. Standing outside in the cold, hands deep in his pockets, smoke mixing with the freezing air — it gave him a feeling of freedom he always wanted to return to.
Now, every time he lit a cigarette, it felt almost familiar. A ritual that instantly brought him back to that first night when he thought: this feels way too good to ever want to quit.