French Loves Chavs

I'm a chav bitch. This mean I like to dress like a chav, act like a chav and most importantly serve other chav.

I recently realised I was born to serve men.

Tom is the rising star of Giraud finance. He's working overtime, he's friendly with everyone. He's also really smart.

Tom is living a double life. At home this successful young man turn into a proper chav bitch. Spending all his time online. A few months after starting his new job, Tom found a really nice chav master.

Tom was forced to get a proper haircut. He liked it. But strangely the more time passed the harder it was to focus for one whole day at work.

During the winter, Tom started spending more and more money on gear. He even started wearing it to the office. His colleagues looked at him weird but he didn't care .

When Tom stopped wearing suits to follow his master orders. He got offered a meeting with his boss. The boss spend all the meeting humiliating Tom.

He said that chav like him can't have a career. That tom is really dumb and all.

Tom agreed because his master told him the same thing.

By the end of the meeting Tom accepted his new job as janitor. He would work the day so his old coworkers can see what he's become.

This is a sheep. A fag that follows the rules and thinks it has great things planned ahead.

At one point this fag will submit to a master "just for fun". This submission will turn into obsession.

Master will choose a nice haircut and cool shoes. The fag will comply thinking it still have freewill. It sees these first changes as recommandations.

It will get locked in chastity. Without the ability to cum it's judgment will be blurry. Master will seem smarter and the fag will start to obey blindly.

After a few months. Master will convinced the fag to grow facial hair and to change behaviour. Stop being nice.

Then master will make the fag buy more and more gear. This will make it really happy because gear is good.

To ensure obedience and obsession the fag is only allowed to cum when in new gear. This rule makes it unreasonable with it's money.

Master decided the fag should start smoking. It comply. This new addiction is perfect it makes the fag's brain softer.

Arriving at that point it's time for the final step.

Jim was really stressed at work. To blow some steam he decided to find a hook-up on Grindr. He found Boss's profile quite intriguing.

When you talked he said meet me after work and we'll have some fun.

Jim instantly submitted. Boss was so charismatic. It was the first time Jim knelt before a man. It felt good.

Boss introduced Jim to total submission and worship. During the session he never called Jim by his name. He just called it bitch.

Bitch got high on poppers and Boss's sneakers.

Boss just wanted his bitch to be unable to think.

Then boss asked bitch to go get as much cash as it can and to give it to him. Bitch comply without thinking twice.

Boss couldn't stand to see his property dressed like a fucking sheep. He gave it new clothes.

The bitch was outside with it's master. Thanks to the popper and sneakers it was unable to think.

Boss went and did some shopping with his new wallet.

After the shopping session to show his dominance boss walked bitch in the street in front of its old workplace.

Tom is totally into shiny, thick, smooth PVC gear.

He knows exactly how to attract similar-minded young men!

Wherever he goes, he always shows up in complete glossy black PVC , wherever the place, whatever the weather.

Of course, a lot of guys give him strange looks, but they're not the guys Tom wants to get to know!

Let's take Tom's trip to London recently. He made sure he was very noticable in his hot shiny vinyl gear.

"He's touching me!" thought Tom. "He's getting a feel of my cool gear!"

"Go ahead, Dude! Stroke my thigh! I'll pretend I don't notice!"

"OK, Simon! We've got each other's number!"

Tom checked in to his hotel.

"I need a room with good AC!" he said.

Tom didn't have long to wait!

A knock on the door!

"Hi Simon! Thought you might drop by!

"Yeah! Was just passing by!" said Simon, almost convincingly

"Your shiny gear is amazing!" said Simon, getting down to business. "I've got black vinyl jeans and a shiny jacket, too, - got nothing with me here, though!" He sounded apologetic, as if he'd come unprepared.

"I always come prepared!" said Tom, opening his suitcase. "Wanna try this stuff on? We're pretty much the same size!"

"Well, it IS pretty cold in here," said Simon, immediately contradicting his argument by stripping off his street clothes completely.

Tom showed the hot young man how the fastenings went, - not that Simon needed any help.

"Do you ever sleep in PVC?" asked Simon.

"Of course!" replied Tom in a manner that conveyed it went without saying. "Perfect PJs! he laughed.

"You ever have sex in it?" Simon asked. His voice was hoarse and trembling and his prick was rock hard. He was acutely aware of the cool, tough PVC material against his warm skin and the amazing dude who never seemed to wear anything else.

Within seconds the two horny young men were embracing and cuddling and kissing, turned on by each other, smooth in their tough, awesome shiny PVC stormgear.

And Simon and Tom had the best sex ever and fell asleep together, their suits ice-cold and tough with the AC turned up full belt.

The next morning, after an even better session in their glossy PVC, ....

The following day, Eric drove over to Henry's house at the appointed time that was set. He knocked on his front door. He saw him open the door.

"Good, you are finally here." Henry motioned Eric to come in. As soon as the door was closed, he smirked. "On the floor, now. Lick my sneaks, boy." He ordered, waiting for his new sub to obey.

Eric was so excited to serve his master in person, that he didn't need a second to think about it. He got on his hands and knees and licked his sneakers. He continued to lick them, waiting on his master to tell him to stop.

Henry enjoyed seeing how submissive his new sub is. The last sub had decided that he didn't want to serve anymore and was taught a valuable lesson in the process. And still learning that lesson as his favorite pair of gym sneakers. He let his new sub worship and lick his sneaks for two minutes before telling him to stop.

"Follow me, boy, and stay on all fours." Henry smirked as he walked towards his bedroom. He was amused how his new sub was so obediently crawling behind him almost like a dog. He entered his bedroom and sat down in his chair. He presented one of his sneakers towards his new sub.

"Kiss the sole before removing it, boy." He gave the next command.

Eric brought the dirty sole to his face and kissed it several times before removing the sneaker. He then sniffed the sneaker and found the strong foot odor so erotic.

Henry was really amused to see his new sub sniffed his sneaker without even being told to do so. "How does it smell, boy?" He laughed looking down at his pathetic sub so willing to smell a stinky sneaker.

"Like a real man's sneaker, Sir." Eric replied as he kissed the other sneaker sole before removing it. He sniffed that one too and found it so erotic as the first one. This was everything he had ever imagined it would be.

Henry was so amused that he didn't want this sub to ever leave. He wanted to keep this one for a very long time. He knew exactly the way to keep this one with no escape. He raised his socked foot towards the sub on his knees.

"Sniff boy." Henry ordered. He watched as the sub brought his foot close to his face and began to sniff it. He saw how the sub baried his whole face and nose into his sock. He smirked.

Eric enjoyed the smelly sock even more than the stinky sneakers. He couldn't get enough of it. The thought of coming over to his master's house every day after work sounded like a good idea if his master agreed to it.

Henry took his phone and opened up the app. He put in the setting for 6" tall. He held the phone camera at his sub sniffing his socked foot and hit the flash option.

Eric noticed the sock seemed to get larger in his hands and face. Rapidly, he saw the room and his master get larger by the seconds. "What happening?" He exclaimed nervously as he let go of his master's foot.

"Oh, I decided to keep you longer." Henry laughed. "I think a tiny foot slave sounds nice," he added with a smirk.

Soon, Eric found himself at 6" tall before his now giant master. He tried to run, but a massive, socked foot quickly covered him with ease. He squirmed under the massive, socked foot, but it was no use he was trapped.

Henry applied a little pressure, but not enough to crush bones. He kept his tiny foot slave under his foot as he ignored him and played a game on his phone. He could feel the tiny squirming but was too weak to do anything to his big foot. He found it quite funny as he ignored the tiny foot slave.

To Eric, it felt like hours under the huge foot that kept him pinned to the floor but not crushing him. He only wanted to come worship his master's feet, not become a tiny under it. No matter how much he tried and squirmed, he was stuck. The odor from the sock was much more intense at his current size. He could only hope his master would remove his foot and return him to normal size soon.

Henry finally moved his foot after playing a game on his phone for almost forty-five minutes. He looked down at his tin foot slave. "I think you understand your situation now." He smirked.

"This was not the deal we agreed to." Eric paused upset over being trapped under the giant master's foot for a long while. "I was to come worship your feet for a couple of hours, not be shrunken down to size." He continued to complain.

"You look worried, I can tell."

Venny looks up to see a stranger talking to him. He was wondering why this guy started talking to him at first. "Is it that obvious?" He still wondered why the stranger just didn't keep moving.

"Yeah, what's got you so bummed down?" Jason asked him as he stood next to him.

"Finals. They are so tough. I wonder if I will pass them." Venny found himself telling a total stranger what issue was. "Nothing relieves the stress, absolutely nothing." He added.

Jason smiled. "I think I know what will help with your stress, if you are willing." He added as he opened up his phone app.

Venny was interested. He wanted any sort of stress relief at this point. "Tell me." He stood up, wanting to know what the stranger would be offering.

"Just hold still. All I need is one quick picture of you." Jason paused. "I know it sounds strange, but you will see." He added as he pointed his phone camera at him. He saw Venny nod his consent. He hit the flash option.

Venny suddenly found himself unable to move when he saw the flash. His body felt rolled up and small. He didn't know what was going on. "What happened to me?" He tried to say, but no words came out. He no means to vocalize anything, not even a scream.

"Nice. I wonder how high you will get me, or how smart." Jason smirked. "Oh well, it doesn't matter which. You're mine now to smoke away." He laughed a little as he picked up the joint off the ground and held it to a lighter to light it up.

"NOOOOOOOOO! CHANGE ME BACK!" Venny mentally screamed, but yet no words came out. He didn't want to be some stranger's joint to smoke. He was powerless to stop the stranger as he felt the fire on his new body. "PLEASE STOP, DON'T DO THIS!" He continued, but the stranger didn't hear him as he was put on his lips. He could feel his breath taking him in and puffing.

Jason did one puff and knowledge started to flow into his mind while getting him high at the same time. He took another puff. He started knowing things he never knew before. It was a totally new experience for him.

"Dang, I should get some more human transformed joints. You guys are wonderful to smoke." Jason took another puff as the joint began to wither away as more fire began to burn it down slowly.

Venny started to feel dumb as stuff he used to remember, he totally forgotten. He felt his body getting shorter and shorter with each puff the stranger took. I wished I could release stress from my exams but being changed into some scaly stoner joint wasn’t part of the plan.. the more he smoke me, the more I feel myself forgetting stuff as it is passed to him. He couldn't fight what was happening.

Jason took the last puff as there was very little left on the special joint. "Oh, all gone now." He smirked as he dropped the used up joint on the ground.

Venny felt extremely dumb. He could barely remember basic math by now. He felt something hard step on him and grind him into the concrete. Completely crushed with no one even knowing what happened to him.

This guy is fucking pathetic. He's studying to work in computer science. He's on dating apps trying to find a boyfriend and during his free time he reads or hangs out with his friends.

You may think that this lifestyle sounds good but it's because you've been brainwashed bro.

This is a proper style. With this style you should change your lifestyle. Stop studying and get a manual job. One where you don't need to think. Stop talking to people who aren't chav like you.

Spend all your free time gooning or engaging with other chavs. Start smoking.

You don't need a boyfriend you need a master. Find one and obey his every order.

Well, I’m not sure why you’d want to revert it, but…

Hold on, whose name was on the package? Your brother, I see…Well, unfortunately, I can’t share the documentation with anyone who didn’t actually order the device. What exactly happened to your friend?

Okay, so you two were playing Pokemon together when you fiddled with the device and it shot a beam at him. He immediately groaned, his voice deepening and becoming more resonant as his neck grew. His band shirt adapted to his growing muscles, becoming a tank top with “USA” on it while his headset turned into a backwards cap. Now he’s manspreading on the sofa next to you, his fat jock cock sticking out of his shorts as he sips beer from his red Solo cup and talks about baseball. Is that correct?

It sounds like your brother’s Jockifier is set to Maximum, if it turned a gamer nerd into an all-American frat jock that fast. I suggest being very careful with it and keeping it out of your friend’s hands until your brother can input his key code to change the device’s settings. What’s that? Your friend just picked it up?

No more problem? Okay, bro, I hear you. Yeah, dude, I’m sure your aviators are sexy as fuck. How about you and your bro go and explore each other’s hot muscle bods and wait for your brother to get home? I’m sure he’ll appreciate getting a shot with the Jockifier, too.