#scally transformation

[goldenherc9]

Joshua was your stereotypical nerd—pale, lanky, and always hunched over a textbook. At 18, he preferred quiet libraries to loud parties and gaming marathons to social outings. Living in a suburban UK estate, he often crossed paths with Luke, a 20-year-old chav known for his loud tracksuits, gold chains, and booming personality.

One afternoon, while walking home, Joshua accidentally dropped his laptop bag in front of Luke and his mates. Bracing for the usual mockery, Joshua was surprised when Luke picked it up. “You’re too uptight, mate,” Luke smirked, handing it back. “Come hang with us for a bit. Might do you some good.”

Against his better judgment, Joshua agreed. At first, he felt out of place amidst the banter and pounding grime beats. But Luke was persistent, teasing yet oddly encouraging. “You’re clever, but you’ve got no confidence. Life’s not all books, Josh.” He shortened Joshua’s name on purpose, a subtle sign of his influence.

Over weeks, Luke’s world began to seep into Joshua’s. He traded his button-ups for tracksuits, his pristine trainers for chunky ones. Luke showed him how to style his hair into a sharp fade, and Josh started wearing a gold chain around his neck. The transformation wasn’t just external; Josh found himself adopting Luke’s cocky swagger, his slang, and even his love for garage music.

At first, Josh resisted, but he began to see a different side of life—a life where he felt noticed, part of a group, and surprisingly happy.

One evening, as the two stood outside the chippy, Josh caught his reflection in the window. Tracksuit-clad and confident, he barely recognized himself. Luke slapped his back, grinning. “Told you, mate. You’re one of us now.”

Joshua was gone. Josh had arrived.

[goldenherc9]

yous and i are bruvz now innit yous gonna see how much fun we has m8

It was vacation time. Trevor had never been to England before but hey there’s a first time for everything. He packed his bags hopped on the plane and took off. He arrived in England a few hours later with a list of things to see. Map in one hand a phone in the other he set off the find the cathedral as it was the first thing on his list.

He walked for what felt like hours and was getting more and more lost and confused as the day went on. His normally well kept look was completely ruined he had been running his hands through his hair all day trying to make sense of the map.

As he continued walking slowly losing hope of ever finding the place a fairly attractive 20 something looking guy walked up to him. He looked Trevor up and down clearly noticing that he was lost. “Ey up, mate, ya lookin a bit lost, yeah?” Trevor was warned about talking to strangers in a foreign country. Momma always said never talk to folks ya don’t know but something about the guy just seemed safe.

“Yeah I’m looking for the cathedral but I think I took a wrong turn.” Trevor said the exhaustion clear in his voice. The man smiled making Trevor feel even more comforted “the cathedral ya say?” He had gotten pretty close to Trevor at this point. Trevor could feel the heat coming off of him. They were almost touching at this point. “Well I might know a shortcut, but it’s not the kind you’re thinkin of.” A wave of relief hit Trevor he had been walking all day and would take any help he could get. It didn’t hurt that this guy was pretty hot too.

With curiosity in his voice Trevor asked “what do you mean?” The man reached into his pocket and pulled out a gold chain. “This ain’t just any necklace, it’s a bit of magic, see?” Trevor stared in curiosity and awe as the man dangled it in front of his face. “Put it on, and you’ll fit right in ‘round here.” Trevor was skeptical but desperate. He was on vacation it couldn’t hurt to try to fit in with locals.

He took the chain feeling the surprising weight of it in his hand “what’s it do?” “It’ll make you one of us” he said with a wink causing Trevor to melt a bit. “A proper chav” Trevor had heard a little about chavs in the past. He wasn’t quite sure what a chav even was but this guy seemed nice enough so he put the chain around his neck and locked it in place.

Immediately he felt an energy flow through him. His eyes flashed a bright light unlike anything he’d ever seen. His skin turned a darker shade of tan and his muscles grew massively. His shirt tightened around his chest almost ripping from the size. His ass stretched his jeans becoming the perfect bubble butt. His cock grew from its pretty good size of six inches to a huge 9 inches.

The transformation finally stopped signaling that he had been changed completely. He was no longer a late twenties southern boy he was now a complete chav. Just like his new friend Scott.

“Bloody ‘ell, that’s fuckin mad” Scott said the excitement in his voice. Trevor adjusted to his new body flexing his muscles and rubbing his new cock through his jeans as Scott looked him up and down. “Let’s go show off ya new look, yeah?”

Scott smiled grabbing Trevor by the hand leading him down a dark alley. Trevor wasn’t sure what was happening but he didn’t care he was a chav now and Scott was his mate so he let him lead. “Where we going?” Trevor asked curiously. “Somewhere private, where we can get to know each other better.” Trevor liked the sound of that. He felt the lust building within him making him hornier than he had ever been. All at once Scott pushed him against a wall tracing his hand from Trevor’s face down his chest teasing his hardening nipples.

Trevor’s heart raced at Scott’s touch feeling him work his hands down his body finally reaching his crotch. Scott squeezed and Trevor felt the immense pleasure building to levels he had never felt before. “You’re so fuckin hot ,Trev,” Scott whispered only making him hornier. “I knew you’d love it here.” Trevor couldn’t lie he loved every second of this.

Trevor felt his eyes widen as Scott unbuttoned his pants pulling out his newly enlarged cock. He hadn’t even realized how much he was leaking precum. Scott smeared some of it on the head of his cock driving him wild. “Ya like that, don’t ya?” Trevor groaned and moaned at the words.

His asshole tightened and clenched. His body felt like he had no control over it. He watched as Scott dropped to his knees taking Trevor’s entire cock into his mouth sending his pleasure meter into overdrive. Involuntarily he bucked his hips pushing his cock deeper into Scott’s mouth.

“Fuck yeah” Scott said his mouth still wrapped around Trevor’s leaking cock. Trevor’s eyes rolled into the back of his head. Suddenly Scott stopped leaving Trevor desperate for more. As Scott stood back up Trevor noticed Scott’s cock was also hard as a rock. “Then let’s go back to mine, where we can really get comfortable.” Trevor nodded desperate for more uncertain as to what would come next. All he knew was that he had a new mate and things were about to get more interesting.

Part two of @goldenherc9 story from Trevor’s perspective.

Wanna join the golden army contact:

@brodygold @polo-drone-001

[newchangestf]

The last drop of his saliva slowly fell from his mouth and into mine, sealing my fate as his latest chavvy fuck toy.

We'd met in the pub and bounded over the football. I wasn't super interested but had taken an interest in the euros after being forced to take part in a sweepstakes in the office.

He encouraged me to get more into and said if I really wanted to support my sweepstakes team I had to look that part.

We went to a sports shop where he picked out new clothes for me. Football tops, joggers, trainers, socks, and even a hat. I won't lie, the feeling of the material against my body did begin to turn me on.

His comments about how fit I looked didn't help matters.

We went back to his place for a couple of cans, which quickly became several. In my drunken state I didn't resist when he put the chain and padlock around my neck. Before I could even say anything back he held my neck and pulled my face to his.

I let his tongue invade my mouth, savouring the taste of his saliva and cheap beer. Slowly I felt my mind becoming cloudy, less clear, less certain about things.

He was in complete control of me. Thoughts of work and complex tasks were rapidly reformed into new memories and desires. My life now was orientated only around lads, football and cock. Its all I ever wanted and needed.

I look up to him as he smiles at his latest creation. My eyes wander down to his crotch and I feel myself begin to drool.

[101bodyswap]

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[aichavlad]

Log in and sync up wiv us bruv.

It feels so gud 2 watch da spirals.

Sink n submit 2 da boss mans voice.

Feels gud 2 obey innit?

No thoughts n no ideas. Jus let go n let da change happen bruv. Ur gunna make a gud obedient lad 4 da boss.

[leatherfaggotgayscally]

The Alleyway Encounter

Elliot had always been the odd one out—a quiet, bookish guy whose bowl-cut hair and oversized glasses made him stand out for all the wrong reasons. Deep down, though, he envied the scally lads he saw on the streets. Their confidence, their swagger, the way they owned the pavement in their Nike TNs and tracksuits—it all fascinated him in ways he didn’t fully understand. One night, while wandering home from the library, Elliot took a wrong turn. The alley he entered was dimly lit, the walls covered in graffiti.

Two figures stood under a flickering streetlight, their laughter cutting through the stillness. “Oi,” one of them called out, his voice sharp and mocking. He stepped forward, his buzzed hair and jet-black tracksuit catching the light. “What’s this? A little pig wandered into my alley?”

Elliot froze, clutching the strap of his bag tightly. “S-sorry,” he stammered. “I didn’t mean to—”

The lad smirked, cutting him off. “Didn’t mean to what, pig? Step into my territory? Nah, I don’t think so.”

Before Elliot could reply, the lad lunged forward, shoving him hard. Elliot stumbled and fell to the ground, his bag spilling open, books scattering across the damp pavement. He barely had time to react before he felt the heavy weight of a Nike TN pressing down on the side of his head.

“Look at you,” the lad sneered, grinding his trainer against Elliot’s cheek. “Proper little faggot, aren’t you? Think you can walk through here like you own the place?” Elliot whimpered, his heart pounding in his chest. The fear coursing through him was undeniable, but deep inside, something else stirred—a strange, intoxicating thrill he didn’t understand.

“Pathetic,” the lad continued, stepping back and letting Elliot sit up slowly. “But maybe I can fix you. Make you useful.” He glanced at the books scattered around. “All this smart stuff… nah, mate. That’s not what you’re meant for.”

Elliot barely had time to process the words before the scally reached into a bag at his feet, pulling out a pristine pair of black-and-white Nike TNs. He tossed them at Elliot.

“Put ’em on, pig,” he ordered, his tone firm and commanding.

Trembling, Elliot obeyed, sliding the trainers onto his feet. The moment he did, a jolt of energy surged through him. His school uniform seemed to dissolve, replaced by a shiny black tracksuit that clung perfectly to his frame. His cardigan, his tie, his polished shoes—all vanished, replaced with the scally’s iconic look.

The lad grinned, crouching down in front of Elliot. “Not bad, slave. But that hair? Nah, that’s gotta go.”

Elliot’s mouth went dry as the lad pulled a wooden stool from the shadows. Before he could protest, the lad grabbed him by the arm and dragged him onto the seat. The sharp buzz of clippers filled the alley, echoing off the walls.

“Hold still,” the lad ordered, tilting Elliot’s head roughly. “You’ll thank me later, pig.”

The clippers buzzed to life, and Elliot felt the cold steel glide over his scalp, shearing away the neat bowl cut he’d had for years. With every pass, the old Elliot disappeared, replaced by someone sharper, harder, and more alive.

When the lad finished, he stepped back and handed Elliot a small mirror. “Have a look, slave.”

Elliot stared at his reflection, barely recognizing the sharp, buzzed lad staring back. His glasses were still there, but they only added to the look—a mix of menace and allure.

The scally smirked, leaning in close. “What’s your name, flaglot?”

“E-Elliot,” he stammered.

The lad shook his head, laughing. “Nah, not anymore. From now on, you’re Liam. Got it, slave?”

The newly christened Liam nodded hesitantly, feeling the weight of the TNs on his feet and the tracksuit against his skin. He looked up at the lad, his cheeks flushed.

“Say it,” the lad demanded, his voice low and commanding. “Safe, bruv.”

“Safe, bruv,” Liam repeated, his voice trembling but steady.

The lad’s grin widened as he clapped Liam on the shoulder. “Good pig. Welcome to the crew.”

[nicholas-gold]

[aaronazizsasilver5]

Just a little photoshoot of the cocky GOLDEN GOD Alpha Hercules, showing off his godly huge muscles, his worshippers waiting while the photoshoot is going on and they drool seeing him.

[dystopia-fantasy]

A Lifetime in Service

[polo-drone-073]

Eddy's story Part 1

Chav Kevin

Eddy, who was still called Kevin at the time and whose name was also a program, lived in a very run-down residential area. Like most of his chav buddies, he was unemployed, had no prospects and didn't know what to do with his time. They spent their time hanging around, harassing passers-by and starting drinking beer early in the day. One of the few highlights in his dreary existence was playing football in the street.

Then one day something unusual happened. A black - almost mysterious - van turned into his street just as he was playing football with his friends. The van stopped. The side door opened. What was that? The inside of the van, which looked so inconspicuous from the outside, shone gold. And the boys who got out were all wearing gold football outfits.

The Golden Team approached the chav team and asked if they should play a game together.

The chavs were astonished. A professional team was challenging them. They, who were anything but athletic. They, who trained more to lift beer cans than to train their bodies. But what was wrong with that? It was clear from the start that they could only lose against such a great team. But at least there was a chance of scoring one or two lucky goals. And the chavs had all the time in the world. And this game seemed to be the biggest change they had had in the last year. The chavs agreed. The game could begin. Both teams had fun. The fact that the Golden Team won by a landslide was, in the end, of secondary importance. The Golden Team had noticed one of the chavs during the game who seemed to have potential. Kevin. He played really well. Was that just a lucky moment or was the guy really good? Some of the gold guys spoke to him. They even offered him the chance to become a member of the Golden Army. Kevin, who was actually more of a cheeky rascal, suddenly became shy. Had he just been offered the chance to play for this honorable team? Would he really be able to live up to the expectations placed on him? It sounded tempting. Very tempting. What was the price he would have to pay to join the team? He was undecided. It was @brodygold who then took the decisive step. He came out of the van with a fresh jersey, held it in front of Eddy's nose and said: "Don't you just want to feel it? Not just with your hands, but all over your body? Come on Kevin, just put it on. What could possibly happen? It's just a golden jersey. Kevin could no longer hesitate. The temptation was too great to wear such a shiny jersey at least once. He quickly bared his upper body and slipped into the Golden jersey. It felt great, so soft, it caressed his upper body and wrapped around him. Could it be that it was starting to become a second skin? Kevin suddenly felt strange. His eyes became glassy, he suddenly felt so weak on his feet and yet a new energy came along. Contradictory feelings flooded his body. His face probably shows best how indescribable he felt!

And where did the jewelry that he had always wanted come from? But, even though the Chavs like to wear flashy jewelry, he wouldn't have dared to wear this.

He felt crazy. He felt... Yes, how did he feel? He remembered a word that he had heard in a beautiful old musical when he was a child. Yes, that fit. He felt supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!

Brody was the first to come to him to welcome him as a new member of the Golden Army. He also told him: "Everyone who joins us gets a new name and of course their player number. From now on you are Eddy Gold, midfielder in the Golden Army and you have the number 73. Welcome aboard." All of his new Gold Bros also congratulated him. They drove together to the training center, which is also the home of the Gold Bros.

Proud to belong; to finally have a real purpose in life, to have sports bros who are like real brothers with whom you can go through highs and lows. A family that stands up for each other.

You have the same chance as Kevin. But you don't have to wait for the mysterious van to turn into your street.

Contact our recruiters: @brodygold, @goldenherc9, or @polo-drone-001.”

[101bodyswap]

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[aichavlad]

Time to serve.

Worshiping an alphas AF1s is all you’re good for in this life. It gives you a sense of purpose…not that you have a choice. It is right. It is your place. It is your duty. You are below them in every sense—on your knees and ready to obey.

[freakyscallymusclemaster]

My control and power is what you need. You know you need it! Of course you do. You want to be mine, controlled and being obedient for your Muscular Scally Master. Submit like so many of my good boys have. And let me rebuild you. Will I turn you into a dom like my boy @kaithescallylad or will I keep you as just a submissive obedient drone. Time will tell.

[wishmaster]

Can you turn me a geek into a chav?

You heard it all the time when you stepped out of your flat.

Fookin' Wanker. 4 eye bitch, you'd hear and you hated it, you're beginning to wonder why you moved to the city knowing in where going to end up in the council house. With guys like them, chavs and scallies. With disgust you ended yet another day, unaware things for you were about to become very different. As you got out of bed you reached for your glasses but they were gone, in fact you could see perfect without them In fact you felt the best you ever had. You enjoyed this feeling so much you didn't even notice the new clothes you instinctively put on, it wasn't until you caught yourself putting tight leather gloves on did you even notice the change.

What the Fook, bruv? you said, you language broken and you accent very Scottish. The tall Docs barely allowed for you tight jeans to cover them. the tucked in tight polo and suspenders gave the definite vibe you weren't only a chav, buut a badass Scally Chav. Your faux hawk finished off the llok as you stood up, light up a fag and headed to the door, hell you didn't even realize your flat looked more Manly, you thought as you headed for the door you took a long drag before grabbing your baseball bat and headed outside.

Your mates were waiting there, it was time to raise some hell and hell was what you raised all day until you and your boys headed home, when you entered your house you were shocked to see your girl standing there in her sexiest look ready to head out to the pubs.

You walked over and whispered in her ears, she immediately pulled you into the bedroom were you two fucked your brains out well into the morning. Fook Yeah mate! you thought, this was the life now!!

[anglowrongn]

(Ai scally jank here, general big dude TF art over patreon)

[aaronazizsasilver5]

Here are some of our Golden Team Boxers, modelling for the team photos, and it is another sport we do as part of The Golden Army, all of these boxers are Alphas and always win their matches as their opponents underestimate them.

@toxicafaesthetic

@brodygold

@romangolden68

Come and join us bros or we have other openings like mascot, waterboy etc..so if you want join hmu brahs