Brandon woke up to the blaring sound of an alarm clock, which was weird, because he didn't own one. He opened his eyes and immediately realized that he did own one now. It had been a month since he'd swapped bodies with Peter, and he thought he might never fully get used to it. He stretched his arms over his head and looked down at his body.
He felt the weight of his new body. It was still so strange, carrying this much fat around. He shook his belly with his hands and felt his pulse quicken, as blood rushed to his cheeks and his crotch. He hated his new life, and hated how attractive he found this body. He jiggled his pecs and enjoyed the feeling of them bouncing, and immediately after, he felt ashamed. Ashamed for liking this body so much. He tried to satisfy his urge, he put a hand to his cock, and started pumping, but this body was fat, and it got in the way of business.
He rolled his eyes in frustration and remembered he didn't have time to waste. He had to get to work. He tried not to think about how he was living in a stranger's house, using his clothes; wearing his face. There was no point in it. He had no clue how to go back, and the man in his old body didn't seem interested in helping either. He pulled up to the restaurant, unlocked the doors, and locked himself in the bathroom. He took a couple pictures, and decided that maybe, just maybe, this wasn't so bad.
I’ve had quite a few people asking me about scally stories recently, so here is a meta post covering my explicitly scally/chav stories over the past 2½ years.
Prick
This was the first story I posted on here, which is a short rewrite of an even shorter scally transformation story using some sort of magic or advanced alien chemistry.
Secret Santa
A small little Christmas story using the common trope of magic and scally TF to get ahead in work.
James and Kieran
Staying away from sci-fi and magic, this story tried to make a real world scally transformation. I’ve been told some people use this as scenario on recon.
Putting Reek in Greek
Another real-world-ish transformation. Also another rewrite where I tried to plug some story holes.
Gift Card
Checking off modes of transformations one by one, this is the hypno version with a gear/fashion focus.
Awakening
More of a revenge style hypno-chav story. Essentially a caption.
Grimsby 1
Grimsby 2
Grimsby 3
Grimsby 4
Grimsby 5
Grimsby 6
An ongoing multipart scally transformation that I have neglected for far too long, but the next installment is near. Again staying away from hypno/magic/sci-fi to make a plausible though highly improbable transformation.
Unexpected Haircut 1
Unexpected Haircut 2
Another ongoing kind of similar multipart. This time a rewrite, so the story is already set.
Ethan had enough. He had been stuck with that new roommate only for a few months, in the same old cheap rent just to finish college, but every week had its issues. And right now? His freshman of a roommate Logan got back home at 3am, completely drunk, making an absolute ruckus without any care in the world. It was the fifth time this year, and October hadn't even started.
Slamming the entrance door, dumping his bag next to Ethan's door, throwing his shoes against the wall, and crashing into the couch before immediately beginning snoring, Ethan had woken up and he knew he was not falling back asleep anytime soon.
He knew something needed to be done; it couldn't keep happening! He was tired already.
"If only I had a better roommate," he muttered to himself, "someone more mature who'd let me sleep... Someone who knew how to take care of himself, ugh! Why am I stuck with such a kid who can't party responsibly! I wish he just grew up already."
As Ethan expressed his unassuming feelings to the air, unbeknownst to him, the air was listening. The young man still couldn't sleep, but somehow, he finally felt awake. His mouth suddenly felt very dry, so he slowly got up of his bed and began walking towards the kitchen.
The problem was, such a path meant having to go through the living room, where Logan was sleeping. Great, Ethan thought, the guy had thrown his clothes randomly on the floor and was now sleeping in his underwear, and snoring like a speeding truck. After a defeated sigh, Ethan moved on, and went to the kitchen to grab a glass of water, hoping it would be enough to get him to sleep.
However, as he passed Logan again, Ethan couldn't help but wonder: had his roommate always had abs? He could have sworn those weren't there a minute ago. Sure, Logan was a bit of a jock and hung out with the sports guys, but Ethan had never expected him to have such abs.
Now intrigued, the young man couldn't help but walk closer, inspecting his snoring roommate. And as if sensing his presence, Logan began... Changing. There was no other way to put it. Ethan couldn't believe his eyes.
Everything seemed to begin in the sleeping beauty's stomach, as if something was brewing deep inside his core. The abs that had just appeared soon began vanishing as a thin layer of fat made itself known, although one look at that belly was enough to understand the strength hidden underneath. A similar phenomenon was simultaneously occuring all through Logan's body, as hard toned muscle began pouring throughout every single patch of his body, arms becoming bigger than Ethan's legs, a chest now composed of two impressive slabs of meet, thighs rivaling tree trunks, and an ass that made the silent observer blush. And once that bodybuilder too wide for the couch he was sleeping on had stopped growing, it was time for a layer of fat to round up every muscle available. He still maintained all his bulges and curves, but now had a softness that made Ethan want to come closer and touch.
But that wasn't enough to make Logan into the mature roommate Ethan had wished for.
It began between the two meat jugs that were now Logan's pec. A hair or two were making themselves visible in his otherwise entirely smooth cleavage, but soon enough, they seemingly multiplied, flooding his chest and torso with body hair. Soon enough, his entire torso was covered in a deep, rich forest of long dark curls, that eventually spread onto his arms and legs, as well as creeping up his chin before linking to the short stubble that had begun making an appearance. But that stubble didn't remain unchanged for long, as it too soon grew into a dense but well trimmed beard, at the cost of the sleeping man's hair that visibly shortened and receded. His skin then began changing as well, as hints of wrinkles began appearing here and there.
After all, it was no surprise. Professor Logan Barrett had been teaching at this university for a while, he couldn't remain young forever—
Ethan froze. Professor? Where did that come from? Wasn't he roommate with an irritating freshman?
But the more Ethan looked at his professor, the more that thought slipped away, until he couldn't recall why he had held onto it in the first place. After all, being roommate with a professor had its perks, such as the low rent and tranquil evenings.
However, a loud ripping noise quickly took the student out of his reveries, as Logan's underwear gave way to the manhood that had been growing underneath. The overgrown glutes that made all the guys and girls of Professor Barrett's class — and even those who didn't even attend his class, like Ethan — drool had been terrorising his underwear since the beginning of his sleep, and his hardening rod had left it no hope of ever winning that stretching battle.
And that's when it hit him.
That cock had to be the biggest Ethan had ever seen — not that he had ever seen many outside of the sports locker rooms and showers, as he considered himself straight. But seeing that meat he was sure he couldn't hold without both hands standing straight alongside his egg sized balls underneath made Ethan's mouth water.
Logan's warmth, as his bulking hairy body was brushing against the younger man's legs. His musk, permeating through the air, and making Ethan's brain go numb.
"What are you waiting for, boy?" A deep, baritone voice called. "I know you want to suck it; go for it, you know we'll both enjoy it."
Ethan didn't even register that the professor had woken up. Instead, he just knelt in front of him, one hand grabbing his impossibly thick rod, the other groping his log of a thigh for stability.
Yeah. Being roommates with a professor had its perks.
