French Loves Chavs

🇫🇷 19 y.o | French Nerd Unsolicited messages from masters looking for a sub are highly unnecessary and undesirable, if you try you'll get blocked

[aichavgooner]

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.

@frenchlovechavs is now my Master. He will make sure I turn into a proper good obedient chav lad to please him.

[frenchlovechavs]

Meet my very first sub @aichavgooner, and overall my first recruit and trainee.

He has so much potential, he will become a work of art.

[aichavgooner]

You wanted to stay during the summer break in the big city where you study. Your parents agreed with the condition that you find a summer job to pay rent and save money.

You found a seller job in a sportswear shop near your house. It's not your usual style but the jobs pays well.

The manager is really nice. When you sign your contract he directly gave you your uniform even though it's Friday and you start on Monday.

The uniform feels weird. It s really different from what you're used to wear. The manager ask you if you have time to watch the onboarding video that way you're ready for Monday.

You accept because you want to make a good impression..

You didn't expect the onboarding video to be that interesting. You could not stop listening and watching. It lasted two hours but you felt like it was 2 minutes.

At the end of the video you felt so good in uniform. Before leaving the manager told you to fix your hair and attitude before Monday. You agreed with him and promised to change so you perfectly fit company policies.

On Monday you felt so good in uniform. Your new cut and jewels felt so good to. The only weird thing was that thinking felt so hard. You could only speak about gear and do the checkout.

At the end of the month you spent half your paycheck on rent and instead of saving the rest you bought gear in the shop.

This summer job open your mind. You're not made to study. You're better off working in the job. The boss is really nice and your employee discount is amazing to buy gear.

[usermasked]

𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖻𝖾𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖽𝗅𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗍𝗌

[soccersockshamburg]

[midwestlongsockss55]

[reformhim]

New Hunk On Campus

The air in the dorm room felt thick with a sudden, inexplicable tension that had been building since the end of freshman year. For Brad and Matt, who had been inseparable since kindergarten, the transition to college was supposed to be easy. They were best friends, secret lovers, and a perfectly balanced pair: Brad, the sharp-witted leader, and Matt, his loyal, soft-spoken shadow.

But then, the "Growth" started.

The Ripped Seams of Spring

It began with a few missed gym sessions where Matt’s shirts felt "a little tight." Within two weeks, it was a medical anomaly. Doctors called it a hyper-delayed puberty, a rare hormonal surge that turned Matt’s body into a construction site.

The incident that changed everything happened in a crowded lecture hall. Matt was squeezed into a desk designed for a much smaller man. As he reached for a pen, his quadriceps—suddenly thick and corded with new muscle—strained against his denim. With a sickening CRACK, the seam of his jeans surrendered, splitting from the crotch to the hem.

The silence that followed was deafening. Matt, blushing a deep crimson, had to wrap a hoodie around his waist and stumble out, his massive new thighs chafing with every step.

The Transformation

The weeks that followed were a blur of biological chaos. Brad watched from the sidelines, both fascinated and wary as his "little" best friend evolved into something Herculean:

The Appetite: Matt began eating for three, his metabolism roaring as his frame expanded.

The Extremities: One morning, while standing in line for an iced latte, Matt’s sneakers simply gave up. The canvas front of his left shoe blew out as his foot hit a Size 14, then a 15. He stood there, barefoot and bewildered, looking down at feet that didn't feel like his.

The Details: A fine, dark dusting of hair began to cover his chest and legs, and his voice dropped an octave into a chest-rumbling bass.

Matt felt like an alien in his own skin—clumsy, oversized, and perpetually embarrassed by the sheer amount of space he took up.

Brad Takes Command

Brad saw the confusion in Matt’s eyes, but he also saw an opportunity. He wasn't going to let this new, massive version of Matt drift away or become the "big man on campus" who didn't need him.

"Sit down, Matt," Brad said one evening, his voice dropping into a low, commanding tone that Matt hadn't heard before.

Matt, now towering over Brad but feeling smaller than ever, obeyed instantly. He sank into the leather sofa, his knees practically hitting his chin.

"You’re a mess," Brad continued, walking circles around the hunk. "You can’t even buy shoes without breaking them. You need someone to handle you. You need to be mine, officially."

Brad didn't just ask; he took. He set up a "training" regimen, starting with Matt's wardrobe. Everything Matt owned was replaced with athletic gear and the daily jockstraps that Brad insisted he wear at home. He took over Matt’s phone, his bank login, and his schedule.

The Tamed Hunk

The power dynamic shifted into something permanent and heavy. To the world, Matt was a terrifyingly large athlete. To Brad, he was a project.

One afternoon, they sat on the sofa together—the scene from the photo. Matt, shirtless and massive, his skin glowing with the health of his new physique, looked down at his phone, waiting for Brad's permission to text his mom back. Brad sat beside him, looking relatively small in his green t-shirt but radiating the energy of a king.

"Comfortable?" Brad asked, glancing at the Calvin Klein waistband of the jockstrap he'd picked out for Matt that morning.

"Yes, Brad," Matt rumbled, his voice a low vibration. He felt a strange, deep peace. The world was too big and loud, but in this room, under Brad’s thumb, everything made sense.

Brad reached out and patted Matt’s thick, muscular thigh. He had done it. He had taken the biggest guy he’d ever seen and turned him into his most devoted follower.

[dumbrojock]

Just get dumber with me brah. Real men flex their muscles everywhere

[dumbrojock]

Real men don't shave and never use deodorant.

[sirjocktrainer]

From the moment the mask was strapped on everything changed. His mind already focused on obeying the Sgt narrowed even more. No longer thinking of ways to obey he no long had to think at all. When told to lift his body obeyed with out thinking, without thought at all.

[soccersocksgatherer]

[soccerboii999]

[boxingfest23]

[letsmotorradfahrer]

[twohandstochoke]

[itsflyinglikeadragon]

001 was the first one the master completed with his machine. Such a simple machine, all it does is erases things. Master likes the look of it, it fits his style.

001 had been given orders to produce 002 and 003. Once the machine was on and their minds switched off, it was easy to get them into their uniform. This is who they were now. The dials were turned up, the process in motion. They were to wear their rubber and nothing else.

To seal 002 and 003 into being good rubber drones, their masks were added. 001 finishing the process after locking the masks in place. Finishing the process by turning the dial up to it’s final level, their minds wiped.

002 and 003 locked into obedience. Such good rubber drones.

[2333kelizi]

change my face

[leather-bikers]

[troopersealed]

Don't struggle, boy. You can't remove the helmet. Not anymore. It has been permanently locked on you, just as the racing suit. You are a biker drone now.

[gearcrazed]

[troopersealed]

See what you've become, boy! I kow you feel much better now as an MX rubber drone, as you left your everyday human life behind.