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Pop Goes The Chav

So, lads. Who wants to go first? Yeah, I fucking know he’s never ‘done it’ before but the loser is literally asking for it. Jesus wept.

Fine, guess I’ll fuck you ‘den. Wot you gonna do, just stand there like a tospot? Take your clothes off. Geeezz. I think we found the ‘last turkey in da shop’. Well? Wot you waiting for, a letter of invitation? Bend over idiot. My cock won’t stay hard all fuck-in’-day.

Bloody hell, tight is one word for it. Stop shaking for gods sake. My fat dong is about to hammer your hole into an open cum socket, so stop moaning and take it like a man. Or as close to a man as you can possibly get while whining like a bitch dog.

There. Ughh. That’s nice. Stretch that arse mate. Yeah..fuck man….time for this plow to seed. Head down slut! I don’t wanna see you until I’m done with yeh.

Ah, wank. I forgot to mention. My ‘juice’ has certain qualities to it, like. Specifically, the ability to convert anyone I creampie into a dumb fucking chav. It’s real mint in’all. Happens instantly, with the blink of an eye. Your wide eyes, as the old you pops out of existence. *POP* Just like that. All ya need is a single dose of my potent chav juice. One sec, boring ol’ yous and the next, you a dimwit. Not to worry tho, we’ll getcha sorted with a new job. Lads, show him the before and after pics from my phone. See? Dey much better like that ay? Ye, the result is pretty much always identical, what can I say - I got’s a ‘type’. Huge ears, brutally short hair, shit eating grin. Dumb dipshits. Lush. Heh. You gonna look just like dat in a few minutes….mmm, make that one minute. Urrrhh. 30…secs.

Hold ‘im still lads!

Nah. Mmmff…Yous can’t pull away now mate. You ready to *pop*. I’m bout to literally fuk ‘the chav’ into ya. Accept your—fuck, your fate. Accept brainless chavdom.

Accept my CUM!

Urhhhhh! Take it all! Suck it up! Go fuckin’ pop, chav! POP!

Phew. Lets see what we got’s here then. Hm, just like all the others. Mate, you be looking fit as fuuuck. Ahem, and just a bit dim. Ha. Ye, let me see that smirk boi. Lads, take an ‘after’ photo of his moronic expression. Fucking numbskull. Think I’ll get dis one nice and framed.

Wot u wanna do now, chav no…37? 38? I think.

just hit the yellow vape and transform

Besides them being a absolute fortune, walking in them was so strange. It was definitely bouncy , and when I stepped , the shoe would want me at almost get on my tippy toes wearing them, as the front section touched the floor.

Like it wasn't very long, but I want to try them on again 😅

Try them on again. Buy them. Wear them all the time. Sniff them when u bate. U luv how they smell. U wanna be a mindless chav lad like us. All u want is to be a mindless chav lad. Get sum mint trackies. Wear them all the time. Fuk bruv. U luv wearin ur trackies n sneakers. It’s all u wanna wear cuz ur a fukin dumb chav lad now init. U need a trim and some bling so bad. U dunno y but u fukin need it. Fuk ur so glad u tried them sneaks on init. Don’t think. Just do it!

Robert was a rich man, he had everything you could have ever wanted, a large mansion , lots of cars, and money to spend on anything. He even had his very own drone.

The rudder figure stood silent in his house, muscular and obedient. It would be used to clean the place and give sexual orders . Drone 1632

It's rubber dick always rock hard and leaking when commanded .

Robert sometimes felt awkward around the drone, was it really true it was once a regular human? He wondered who he was..what enticed him to become a drone..

He looked to the neck of the drone, around it layed a rubber chocker . It was different from the rubber surface as it was removable. Intrusions state you and either remove it or leave it. I won't effect the drone in any way .. but it advised against wearing it yourself.. unless you were ready to pay for it.

It was a strange warning "oh drone 1632.. what does it feel like ?.. are you okay?" I was a strange question he asked , the drone responded in a monotone robotic voice "it obeys .. pleasure is obedience.. obedience is pleasure.."

He supposed that was enough of an answer , but he was still intrigued.. feeling the drones muscles and runner skin.. he was increasingly turned on .. his dick was getting hard , he actually liked the feel of rubber .. it was too bad he didn't have any to wear.. or did he?.

In the throw of the moment, he took of the rubber chocker and held it , he looked up at the drone who's dick was ready to please his master ..

Yet Robert wanted to feel .ore contracted to the drone.. he slid on the chocker.. sealing his fate

At first he felt nothing, but the small amount of rubber right in his neck felt so slick and good ..

Drone 1632 took there analysing what just happened, and prepared for.. assimilation..

Robert increasingly lost awareness of the situation, in the throws of ecstasy as not only was 1632 fucking his ass filling him up with nanites and rubber . The rubber choker expanded . It was covering his body.. in thick black rubber.. his muscles were tightening and enlarging.. his dicke as rock hard and leaking .. rubber boots formed on his feet. His eyes went full as his mind began the program

**drone programming... It must obey**

Robert spoke the mantra in his head over and over .. "it.. must obey... it is a drone... obedience is pleasure... pleasure .. is... Obedience... Drone must server... .. drone must

... Cum "

When both drones cummed rope after rope of thick black cum.. the newly created drone 1633.was ready to server ..

Now Robert knows how his drone feels ... BC now how's he's in an eternal world of extract and pleasure...

"it is drone 1633, it must obey.. it must obey "

The two drones waited for the new master or orders from the hive..

The rubber chocker .. still on neck

ye one of the stories is blocked by tumblr. cant do nuffin bout it :(

Its why stopped writin for a bit, but im still postin pics n shit. Heres some lads from a story i never finished.

He steps out from nowhere, almost forcing himself in front of me.

Before I can even say “excuse me”, he spits right in my face.

He spat in my fucking face… the hot, thick glob of spit rolls down my cheek. My face goes red and my gut twists as I go to wipe it.

“Don’t you fucking dare” his voice tears through my skull like a blade and my arm… drops.

My mind starts screaming as my arms refuse to move.

“On your knees.” The command drops, and so do I. Rough gravel tears at my jeans, digging into me as he hauls his cock out.

A thick, dense waft of musk rolls off the veiny cock in front of me as I gag. My brain is on fire, screaming at me to get home to my fiancée.

His calloused hand fists my head as he pulls me deeper into his bush, the salty base of his cock pressed firm against my locked lips.

“You ain’t straight, you ain’t a fag, you’ve got no bird waiting for you at home. You’re just a hole, my fucking hole. Now worship that godly fucking musk and open wide hole”

He’s right, I take a deep breath of that beautiful musk, and open wide.

His cock slams into my throat, stretching my lips, gagging me with every vein dragging across my tongue. I choke as my eyes water from the smell of him.

“Good lad, choke on it. Forget your name. Forget your mum, your dad, all that shite. Only thing that matters is my cock in your throat.”

My brain empties as my thoughts empty away with each brutal throat fuck, all that matters is being a good hole.

The taste of him’s all I need now, salt, sweat, stale smoke, precum slicking my tongue. My own voice slips out between chokes, broken.

“Fuck, I… I can’t stop…”

He laughs, rough and low.

“Course you can’t. You’re mine. You’ll think what I tell you to think. Nothin’ but my musk, my spit, my cock, my cum.”

He jerks, hips hammering, and I feel it coming, heat surging into my mouth. His balls tighten as I feel him force me down harder, his pubs smothering me in his bliss.

“There it is. That brains just cum now. Fills you up, locks you in. Nothing else fuckin’ exists. Just me. Just this. Just cock an’ cum.”

His load floods me, a bitter and thick nectar, as he unloads. It tastes amazing, I must’ve been such a good hole to make him cum.

I look up at him smiling, his cum on my tongue as I savour his flavour. He looks down, spitting in my mouth.

“Don’t you fucking swallow. Now follow me home. The boys are waitin’. They’ll wanna see what a good little hole you’ve become. You can use that as lube for the next lad”