Darren was minding his own business on his way back from the shops, short guy 5′8″, in his late 30′s, unkempt and generic appearance, with a slight dad bod.
He decided to take a shortcut by the river, it’s a bit seedy under the bridge, but he was in a hurry so he took his chances.
Unfortunately today was not a good day, two chav lads were throwing rocks at ducks, blocked the path. The chav throwing the stones was wearing a black Nike tracksuit tucked into his socks, bright orange trainers, a Nike cap and a thick gold chain around his neck. The other chav was watching, shaved head, grey top and bottoms. One hand down his pants, and the other finishing a cigarette then throwing it towards one of the ducks.
Darren saw the guys and could have turned back. But they looked like they were minding his own business so he thought as long as he didn’t make eye contact he would be fine. But the closer he got, the more nervous he was.
The chav in the Nike sees Darren and turns to him; “oi mate, got a light?”
Darren is confused, obviously the other guy had just finished a cigarette - but he replied anyway - “no sorry, I don’t smoke”.
His overly polite reply obviously offended the two lads, who then turn to block the path.
“Mate, I asked if you have a light...” he repeats, now showing his full chest in offence mode, realising he’s much taller than Darren at 6′1″.
Darren tried to ignored him, putting his head down and trying to squeeze between the two guys.
“Here smell this” says the lad in grey, removing his hands from his pants and rubbing them in Darrens face. Darren stood in a daze. The smell was both disgusting and erotic. He breathed it in deeply accidentally not realising what was happening.
“Eurgh!!” Darren shouts in disgust. Exposing Darrens body to the Nike lad ready to attack. The Nike lad jolts forward, palm facing out, pushing Darren in the chest. Darren stumbles backwards - still dazed from the smell. His chest feels stiffer, he has an urge to smoke.
“I’ll ask again mate - do you have a light?”
“I told you I don’t smoke” Darren choked.
“Well we think otherwise!” The Nike lad shouts cockily, jolting Darren in the chest again. Darren stumbles backwards, landing on his backside.
“Go on, get his legs!” the Nike lad shouts, as they carry Darren to a nearby white van, opening the back doors and chucking Darren in. Darren hits his head and is out cold. The two lads quickly fumble around to undress him, throwing his clothes into a blackbag and then into the river.
A while later, Darren wakes up naked on a sofa, the two lads and a much older chav are sat in the living room waiting for him to wake up.
“Here, put that on” says the older chav. He’s very well built, his McKenzie tshirt is very tight around his chest. His jeans are also very tight making his crotch bulge very obvious. He chucks a white tshirt, calvin underwear, and grey joggers - landing on Darrens face.
The clothes weren’t clean. There was an obvious stench of weed and musk on the clothes, but he was much too bothered about being naked to argue. The underwear were very tight, he struggled to put them on, almost stretching them to tearing. There was a clear sag where a large dick had once stretched them out, but his moderate package didn’t fill the void.
The grey joggers again were too tight. He could feel it cutting off the circulation around his calf muscles. He could barely get them over his plumb bum cheeks without tearing them, forcing his muffin top to spill over. The legs were far too long for his short frame.
The t-shirt was more of a joke. It barely fit over his shoulders, but it was very visibly stretched out as he forced it over his plump stomach.
“Better?” The older guy says, holding out a cigarette for Darren.
“No ta” Darren says, waving his hand out to reject the cigarette. As he did so, a tightness came over his chest. His blood begins pumping and his hand begins twitching.
“You sure?” The guy says again, still holding out the cigarette.
“Yes” Darren confirms, fighting back an urge he’s never had before.
Darren sits, dazed and confused, trying to listen to their conversation and figure out what’s going on.
“It’s in the shed!” The grey chav shouts, and the three off them disappear out of the room.
Darren is left staring at the cigarette dangling out of the ashtray, smoking, calling to him. His twitching turned into courage. He had no idea how long they would be out of the room, but he didn’t want them to know he caved in to these new urges.
He rushes over towards the ashtray, picks up the cigarette and takes a giant drag of it. The head rush encourages his to drag deeper. There was no resistance from his body. He loved it. The buzz filled his body, the tension in his chest relaxing. His muscles relaxing. His head filling with chill.
He was too busy enjoying the cigarette to notice the three lads come back in the room.
“’ere!” Yells the grey chav, as Darren turns around in panic, noticing the chav handing him a cigarette.
“How many times did you thump him?” Asked the older chav,
“Only twice mate” The grey chav replies.
“Hmm, fair enough.”
Without thinking, Darren was already accepting the cigarette from the grey chav, and lighting it up. He was too dazed and confused now to be embarrassed. Just as he was inhaling, the older chav then went and jolted Darren in the chest again.
Almost choking on the cigarette dangling out of his mouth, Darren sat stunned. A warm glow began to fill his body. His tight tshirt began to relax, his joggers were begging to appear to grow as they fit better.
“Alright lads” shouts the older chav, as the other two chavs were clearly aroused by what was happening, both with hands down their pants playing with their junk.
Darren was unaware that his weight was dropping off, his frame becoming boney and skinny. His hair disappearing into thin air. His body growing taller, filling the legs of his joggers.
The older chav steals the cap off the Nike chav and places it on Darren’s head. At that instant, Darren’s age began to reverse rapidly at least 20 years. The new young energy surges through Darren’s body as arrogance begins to replace his former personality.
“What the fuck” Darren yells, hardly swearing before in his life.
“I control you now” begins the older chav, “you work for me, got it?”
“What?”
“You’re a 17 year old labourer, and I can control and manipulate your body!”
“How? What do you mean?” Darren is staring at his young hand, showing signs of manual labour.
“Like this!” The older chav says, waving his hand over Darren’s crotch, staring him in the eyes,
“You’ve been jolted 3 times, so your lungs now need 60 a day just to function properly. But to make it easier for you, you love smoking. You have a smoking fetish. You get hard just thinking about smoking. And it’s even more noticeable with you’re new 8 inch cock. If you try and resist, your dick will shrink, but if you increase it, your dick will grow.”
Darren’s body is suddenly taken over with horniness, as he can feel his dick grow to fill the empty void in the underwear. Except the more the drags on the cigarette, the dick continues to grow. It’s now semi erect, and extremely visible through the grey joggers.
“Anything else?” The older chav asks.
“I’m very skinny” Darren adds, almost desperate to cum, noticing that the older chav and the grey chav are both well built.
“Is that so”... says the older chav... “fine, then you also get turned on by working out and admiring yourself and your progress.”
Darren could instantly feel his thinner frame filling out slightly.
“But for your cocky remark, I’m adding another 20 to your daily requirement”
“80 a day!!” Darren was both mortified, but heavily aroused by his new fetish. He instantly lit up another cigarette, still puffing on the previous one. His drags were clearly deeper.
“Now to seal the deal” says the older chav.
“What?” Darren is too horny to really pay attention.
“If you cum now, this will all be made permanent and I can’t reverse it.”
“What?” shouts Darren, loosing focus of his past life
“Do you want to cum now?” says the older chav as he lights up a cigarette, blowing the smoke straight into Darren’s face.
“WHAT!” Darren is confused, but the urge to cum is building up inside him. The other two chavs now have their pants around their ankles, full on wanking off their large cocks. Darren begins to fumble around his crotch to reposition his hard dick.
“One last thing” the older chav yells, as he touched Darren with one finger between the eyes. Instantly, Darren’s butt begins to swell. His hole instantly becomes sensitive and begging for attention.
“These two have to fill you up first, then me, then you can come - got that”
Darren is both aroused and scared, but complies.
The Nike chav goes first, though it didn’t take him long. The grey chav in next, and he gave it a good go, each guy filling Darren, and each fill filling him with pleasure. Then the older chav, who was obviously much more girthy than the others.
Darren sits down afterwards, clearly a bit sore, aroused and confused.
Going against all his instincts and new found pleasure, he says “that was fun lads, but I want my old life back”
“Oh” says the older chav
“You thought you had a choice did you!” he yells laughing, as he does up his belt.
“What?” Darren is scared, staring around the threatening faces in the room.
“How about this!” The older chav winks at Darren.
Darren’s erection began to pump fiercely filling Darren with pleasure. It almost appeared to have it’s own heartbeat. Darren was trying to resist, but it had a mind of it’s own. The three chavs stood over laughing in anticipation.
Darren could feel it getting closer. Panic filled him as he knew there would be no going back to his old life.
The pressure build up so much it was hurting Darren not to cum. And then he did in a giant fountain of cum all over his white shirt, some landing on his cap, and on the chair behind him. It kept gushing out with no signs of stopping.
His body continued to warp, the small muscles began to develop more, filling out and tightening the tshirt once more. The thighs stretching the joggers, and the jaw becoming square and defined.
“ARRGGGGhhh” Yells Darren, actually enjoying the release and forgetting all about his previous life.
When it was all over, the cum had almost evaporated as the changes happened. Darren lit another cigarette, and turned to the grey chav.
“Hey Gaz, grab a stella will ye”
“Yea man”... “here you go Dazza”
“Cheers mate” Dazza cracked the can open and took a huge swig. I think he’s going to enjoy his new life.
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