Just Me And My Meathedz Twin @scott-golden9 In Our Golden Glory

Just me and my meathedz twin @scott-golden9 in our golden glory

Sup Bros!

Sup dudes. I'm Xander, new Left Fullback for the coolest fucking team in the world! GO GOLD BROS!

My bros @scott-golden9 and @golden-logan10 wanted to pose with all the different variations of the golden knight mascot. We have different costumes for different sports, but Grayden is the lead mascot for a reason. I've got the stamina to wear any of these costumes for hours.

Wait how come Scott and Logan got stand-ins and I had to stand in all these sweaty costumes for hours for the photoshoot? You bros better be ready for a musky Grayden after all these hours of promo photos.

Like the costume, join the team to see it up close bro.💛

( TF story 4 mah broz @golden-logan10, @scott-golden9 and @toxicafaesthetic) Zeus and Hercules were best buddies growing up. Coming from a small town in rural Texas, they grew up together as their families knew each other heavily. During Easter time, Zeus and Hercules would find shiny, golden eggs together as their families discussed grown-up topics, during the 4th of July they would salute the flag together and play with Roman Candles, but their favorite time together was when they played Football on Thanksgiving. Football soon became their bonding activity, for Hercules was exceptionally strong and made for a great Linebacker, while Zeus was Agile with a capital A and made for a great Wide receiver. They grow up playing football, growing to love the sport to the point of reaching the thresh hold of obsession, but they still had another dream; to travel to the United Kingdom after college. Time passed and they grew up, playing football first in Middle School and being the best players on the team. Then they went to High School and were immediately in first string Varsity. Eventually, during their senior year, they would end up as D1 athletes. As a result of working out and playing football for their entire youth, when they both blew out their candles on their shared 18th birthday, they were truly the strongest people in their small town. Alas, they had to leave the small town and head to a big city college, but they both managed to get to the same college on a sports scholarship. At college they were inseparable. Every class they shared, every schedule was the same, it was as if the gods above didn't want them to separate. They even were able to keep their same football positions on the college football team! Life was truly a dream, and yet they still had one wish left: to visit the United Kingdom. Time passed and they completed their classes. with great difficulty, and they were the posterchildren of the schools football team. They managed to graduate, and the College memorialized them with Hercules and Zeus in their gear posing.

Additionally, their families chose to send them tickets to fulfill their dreams. These shiny, golden tickets were a round trip to the United Kingdom! Hercules and Zeus partied that night, celebrating the fulfillment of their wish.

The next day rolls around, and they pack up their items and head off to the airport. Time passes, they go through security, they get their luggage put away, and they board the plane. Antsy with excitement and anticipation, they begin to sweat in their seats, having to open up their shirts. Unfortunately for the other passengers, they forgot to put on deodorant before getting on the plane, oops.

Anyways, the plane takes off during the sunrise, but little did Hercules and Zeus know, that they would not be returning home to the Texas.

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They land in the glorious United Kingdom!

After getting through the airport, they decide to go sight seeing across the city of London. From riding the London eye to watching Big Ben tick away, they loved walking around the city.

However, Hercules and Zeus find themselves in the less developed parts of London after traveling all day. They find themselves taking a short-cut to make it back to the better parts of London. As they are walking through some dirty alleyways, they come across a large, in charge, and incredibly muscular Chav with the name Logan on his clothes. He smirks at Hercules and Zeus, who themselves get a weird vibe from the dude. It also doesn't help that he smells worse than they do, as if he doesn't know what deodorant is. The stranger introduces himself as Logan and asks them if they are in need of some cologne. Hercules and Zeus look at each other, and nod, for they know they do since they themselves left their own colognes at their hotel. The Chav, who introduces himself as Logan, smirks and extends his hand*

And in his hand is the cologne. It looks incredibly cheap and smelling odd, it still stirs the good smell receptors of Hercules and Zeus. They hand Logan some cash and take the cologne.

Logan walks away, stuffing the cash into his baggy pants, leaving Hercules and Zeus to look at the cologne. They both look at each other, and smile. Hercules uncaps the cologne, its smell wafting towards his nose and causing his brain cells to get a bit fuzzy. He then sprays himself and Zeus with the cologne, and puts the cap on again. They both sniff the air, and cough, finding that the cologne has a potent after smell that reeks of... unwashed armpits and jockstraps. They look at each other, worried that they were scammed into buying ineffective cologne.

Unfortunately for them, they did not.

At the same moment, both of their minds clench in an excruciating headache, as if their brain cells were exploding on mass inside their heads. They keel forward and grab their heads, both in pain. Unbeknownst to them however, they are starting to leak golden drool, which is their brain leaving through their mouth. They can only grunt and groan in discomfort and pain as the cologne, stuck and wafting from their skin, keeps flooding into their brains. it is exploding and getting rid of every ounce of brain cell it can find, wanting to purge the brains of the two jocks. Simultaneously, their bodies begin to change. Their muscles expand, the already well-developed coils of muscles flexing and expanding, starting to tear the seams of their clothes. Each muscle fiber ripping and straining, before expanding outwards in a mass growth effect. Their shredded clothes hang to their now overly muscular bodies as thick, blonde hairs sprout from their pits and nether regions. The dense, bushy, blonde hairs already begin to smell, as if they were unwashed and kept sweaty since Hercules and Zeus were 18. Additionally, their feet even tear their white sneakers, leaving them bare-foot!

However, not all is lost, for the headache begins to feel less painful... and actually more pleasurable, as most of the brain cells are completely gone, turned into golden drool that still leaks from their mouths. This pleasure only intensifies as their clothes begin to reform, but they are majorly different. The clothes are now shiny and golden stereotypical Chav clothes. The smell unwashed, and are kind of small, as if Hercules and Zeus never had enough Quid to properly replace their clothes. Their torn shoes soon turn into shiny, golden trainers that reek to the heavens of foot funk and caked sweat. Lastly, their once sizable meat-sticks and fruits expand within their now briefs, their meat-sticks turning into thick, juicy sausage as their fruits grow heavy and swollen with Golden and sticky Chav goo!

After all this, the two find themselves completely and utterly brainless, as the golden drool dries up due to no brain left in their now hollow heads. However, the Cologne fixes that, for it begins to rebuild their brains, but from the ground up. Gone are the former Texan football players, replaced by memories and personalities of two Chav Bruvs growing up in the outskirts of London. Their memories from their childhood are replaced too, for since they were of legal age, they were drinking cheap beer, smoking fags, working out, playing Footie, and being hyper-sexual fuck-bros. Additionally, their personalities change too. They find themselves extremely arrogant, aggressive, cocky, and dominant, with little care for those that aren't their bruvs. The cologne solidifies this by making them drool one gold one last time, and having their eyes turn into golden spirals, leaving their thick, juicy sausages leaking in their now golden and shiny clothes.

They start to chuckle, first softly, then they grab their thick bulges and chuckle like dopes. They look at each other, and smirk. Loving their new looks. For gone are the old Texan Hercules and Zeus, replaced by Chav versions of themselves.

They walk out of the alleyway, cologne in hand, and find Logan facing away from them. He is smirking however, having smelt the putrid musk of his new Chav bruvs a kilometer away. His face straightens as he extends his hand. He asks his new bruv's if they would like to join da chav life, and they smirk like complete idiots and nod their heads.

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Times passes, and Logan, Hercules, and Zeus are all bruv's now. They drink beer. They smoke fags. They work out. They box. They play footie, although their large sizes tend to slow them down, they are hyper-sexual, and they smell each others stank daily! Hercules and Zeus, now nicknamed Chavules and Chavus, are sitting upon golden thrones in the Bruv house. They are going to meet a local gay bro who offered to sniff their trainers and worship their jockstraps, and they couldn't say no. No homo tho! They stare at the doors opposite their thrones, waiting impatiently, their sausages throbbing.

However, they don't wait long, for a knock is heard at the door. They smirk, and give each other a bruv-bump. Life is good now. Life is simple. Being a chav is easy. No thoughts. No worries. Only being a smelly, swole, and stinky Chav.

Crescent High

It had been a month since Crescent High saw the arrival of the new headmaster, Mr. Golding. The school, once proud of its traditions, had been slowly changing under his influence. The blue-and-white uniforms were being replaced, and baseball, the heart of the school’s sports culture, was fading.

One by one, students were called into Mr. Golding’s office. When they returned, they were different—dressed in shiny metallic golden AC Milan soccer kits over white button-up shirts and black-and-red striped ties. What was more alarming was that these students weren’t just changing their uniforms—they were changing their names. Nerdy names like Jonathan became Chase, and quiet Daniel became Blake. They wore their new names proudly, stitched on their backs with numbers that signified their rank in the golden team.

Ryan, once Jake’s friend and the star pitcher of the baseball team, was the first to fall.

Ryan had been summoned to Mr. Golding’s office one afternoon. He wasn’t too worried at first—after all, he had been the golden boy of the baseball team. But when he stepped into the office, his life changed forever.

Inside, Mr. Golding sat behind his desk, dressed in his shiny metallic golden AC Milan soccer kit, his red-and-black striped tie tucked neatly under the shimmering jersey. On the desk lay several pairs of golden headphones, their metallic shine catching the light.

“Come in, Ryan,” Mr. Golding said smoothly, gesturing to the chair. “I’ve been expecting you.”

Ryan took a seat, eyeing the golden headphones. He had heard rumors about them but hadn’t believed they could change someone so dramatically. “What’s going on? Why’s everyone wearing those kits?”

Mr. Golding smiled knowingly, picking up a pair of the headphones. “This is the future, Ryan. The golden team represents strength, unity, and power. You belong with us.”

Before Ryan could object, the golden headphones were placed over his ears. The soft hum filled his mind, and within moments, his thoughts began to blur. The hypnotic voice inside the headphones whispered instructions.

“You are no longer Ryan. You will be known as Brandon 9. You will obey. You will be part of the golden team.”

Ryan’s body relaxed as the name Brandon 9 settled into his mind. The nerdy name “Ryan” felt distant, as if it no longer belonged to him. His muscles relaxed, and a new sense of purpose filled him.

Mr. Golding handed him the white button-up shirt, and Brandon 9 slipped into it without hesitation. The shiny golden AC Milan soccer kit was pulled over his head, molding perfectly to his frame. Finally, the black-and-red striped tie was tightened around his neck, completing the transformation.

The once laid-back Ryan was gone. In his place stood Brandon 9, confident and proud.

Jake had noticed the change in Ryan—now Brandon 9—immediately. His friend was no longer the same person. Ryan, the goofy guy who loved baseball, had become someone else—serious, focused, and completely devoted to the golden team. Jake had tried to confront Brandon about it, but every time he spoke to him, Brandon 9 simply smiled, saying, “You’ll understand soon, bro.”

The pressure on Jake was building. He knew it was only a matter of time before they came for him. One day, it happened. Jake was working out in the gym when his clothes disappeared. Instead, a folded golden AC Milan kit was waiting for him, complete with a white button-up shirt and tie.

Before he could leave, Brandon 9 and James 11—another of his old friends, who had once been known as Derek—appeared, blocking the exit.

“It’s time, Jake,” Brandon said, his voice calm. “You’re going to join the team.”

Jake backed away, his heart pounding. “I’m not putting that on.”

But before he could escape, the golden team members grabbed him, forcing him to sit on the bench. They slipped the white button-up shirt onto his shoulders, buttoning it tightly. Next came the golden AC Milan soccer kit, gleaming under the fluorescent lights. Finally, they tied the black-and-red striped tie around his neck.

As the golden kit molded to his body, Jake felt his thoughts shifting. His resistance was fading, and a new name began to settle in his mind.

“You’re no longer Jake,” Brandon 9 said with a smile. “You’re Paxton 7 now.”

Paxton 7 nodded slowly, the name feeling right. The old Jake was gone. He was now part of the golden team, just like the others.

Not all students joined willingly. Some, like Lukas Belccome, tried to fight back. Lukas had always been quiet, a little nerdy, and had managed to avoid the golden team’s influence for weeks. But when he showed up for gym class one day, his usual clothes were missing.

In their place was a golden AC Milan kit, waiting for him.

Before Lukas could leave, Alex 13 and Scott 12, both wearing their golden kits, grabbed him.

“You’re joining, Lukas,” Alex said, his tone firm. “You can’t run anymore.”

Lukas struggled, but the golden team members were too strong. They forced him to sit on the bench, starting the ritual. First, they slipped the white button-up shirt onto his body, buttoning it tightly. Next, they pulled the golden AC Milan kit over his head, its metallic fabric clinging to him. Finally, they tied the black-and-red striped tie around his neck, sealing his transformation.

As the golden kit molded to Lukas’s body, his thoughts began to shift. His nerdy name felt wrong, and a new identity began to form.

“From now on,” Scott said, “you’ll be known as Brody 13.”

Lukas—now Brody 13—stood up, his old personality erased. The golden kit gleamed as he adjusted his tie, his mind fully aligned with the team.

Other students, like Nathan, were lured into traps. Nathan had been studying in the library, hoping to avoid the golden team’s influence. But he wasn’t safe.

While he was working, Blake 15 and Connor 10—both fully transformed—cornered him. Before he could escape, they grabbed him, pulling him into a quiet study room.

“You’re not getting away, Nathan,” Blake said with a grin. “It’s time to join.”

Nathan struggled, but it was no use. The golden team members forced him to change. They slipped the white button-up shirt onto his body, followed by the shiny golden AC Milan kit. Finally, the black-and-red striped tie was tied around his neck.

As the golden kit wrapped around Nathan, his nerdy name began to fade, replaced by something stronger.

“You’re not Nathan anymore,” Blake said, tightening the tie. “You’re Troy 21.”

Troy 21 stood up, his old self forgotten. He was now a proud member of the golden team, ready to serve.

The next week

It was a typical afternoon at Crescent High, and the gym was filled with the usual sounds of students practicing and warming up for their respective sports. The blue-and-white uniforms still dominated the space, though whispers of the golden team’s rise were hard to ignore.

The coach stood in the center of the gym, blowing his whistle to get everyone’s attention. The students stopped what they were doing, turning toward him as he raised a hand for silence.

“Listen up!” Coach barked, his voice echoing through the large gym. “There’s been a change. From now on, every student must wear the golden AC Milan kit. No exceptions.”

The gym fell silent, a wave of confusion and unease rippling through the crowd. Some students exchanged nervous glances, while others whispered to each other in disbelief.

Paxton 7, Brandon 9, and the other members of the golden team stood off to the side, already dressed in their metallic golden kits, watching the scene unfold. Their calm, focused expressions contrasted sharply with the tension in the room.

One of the students, Nathan, took a step forward, his face pale. “But... why? We’ve always worn the blue-and-white uniforms.”

Coach’s eyes narrowed, and his voice grew firmer. “The golden kit is the new standard. You will all wear it, starting today. Anyone who refuses will be dealt with.”

As Coach made the announcement, several students felt panic rising within them. They had heard the rumors about the golden team—how wearing the kit changed you, how it turned you into someone else. Some of them had seen it happen with their own friends.

Two students, Jake and Daniel, shared a look of understanding. They weren’t going to stick around to see what happened next.

“We need to get out of here,” Jake whispered urgently. “Now.”

Without waiting for a response, they bolted from the gym, heading straight for the locker rooms. But they weren’t the only ones. Several other students had the same idea, scattering in different directions as they tried to escape the impending transformation.

Coach, seeing the chaos unfold, blew his whistle again. “Where do you think you’re going?” he shouted, but his voice was drowned out by the sound of students fleeing.

Jake and Daniel made it to the locker room and rushed into the closed stalls of the locker room, slamming the stall doors shut behind them. Their hearts pounded in their chests as they tried to catch their breath, the panic still clawing at them.

“We just need to wait it out,” Daniel muttered. “They can’t make us wear the kits if we don’t come out.”

But Coach wasn’t about to let them off so easily. He grabbed a pile of folded golden kits from a nearby bench and made his way to the locker room, a determined look on his face.

As Jake and Daniel sat in the stalls, they heard the sound of footsteps approaching. Their stomachs churned with anxiety. Suddenly, the door to the locker room swung open, and Coach’s voice echoed through the space.

“You think you can hide from this?” Coach called out, his tone dripping with authority. “There’s no escaping the golden team.”

Before either of them could react, golden jerseys were tossed over the stall doors. The metallic fabric fell over them, draping across their shoulders. The moment the jerseys touched their skin, the smell hit them.

It was overwhelming.

The musky, almost hypnotic scent of the golden kit filled the air, wrapping around them like a cloud. Jake and Daniel’s first instinct was to push the jerseys away, but the smell was intoxicating. It filled their senses, dulling their minds and relaxing their bodies.

Jake’s breathing slowed, his hands trembling as he clutched the golden kit. “I... I can’t think...” he muttered, his voice barely audible.

Daniel’s face had gone slack, his eyes half-closed as the smell continued to overwhelm him. “It’s... it’s so strong,” he whispered, his voice distant.

The more they breathed in the scent, the more their resistance crumbled. Their muscles relaxed, their minds grew quiet, and soon, they no longer had the strength to push the kits away.

Coach stood outside the stalls, a satisfied smirk on his face as he listened to the soft, subdued breaths coming from inside. He knew the golden kits had already begun their work.

“You can’t fight it,” Coach said calmly. “The smell of the golden kit is all you need to accept your new role. Just let it happen.”

Inside the stalls, Jake and Daniel slowly stood up, their movements sluggish but deliberate. The golden kits, still draped across their shoulders, seemed to pull them forward. Without fully realizing what they were doing, they began to dress.

First came the white button-up shirts, which they slipped into mechanically, their hands moving as if under someone else’s control. The fabric clung to their bodies, fitting snugly against their skin.

Next, they pulled the golden AC Milan soccer kits over their heads. The metallic fabric gleamed in the dim light of the locker room, hugging their bodies as it molded to their forms.

Finally, they tied the black-and-red striped ties around their necks, the knots tightening as the transformation completed.

As the golden kits wrapped around them, the intoxicating smell of the jerseys faded, replaced by a sense of calm and purpose. Their minds, once filled with panic, were now clear and focused. Blue was forgotten forever.

Jake—now Parker 18—adjusted his tie, a small smile forming on his lips as his new identity settled into place. He felt stronger, more confident, as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

Daniel—now Bryce 19—stood beside him, his posture tall and proud. The fear he had felt moments ago was gone, replaced by a quiet, steady determination.

Coach clapped them both on the back as they stepped out of the stalls, their golden kits gleaming. “Welcome to the team, Parker 18 and Bryce 19. You’re going to make us proud.”

Parker 18 and Bryce 19 nodded in unison, their old selves forgotten. They were part of the golden team now, and nothing could stop them.

Now they kneel in front of their new bros.

Would you join them willingly, or would you run like Daniel.... or should I say Bryce?