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Posted Thu Sep 10, 2015 | 416 Words | Tagged story bath chav

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I was carrying my shopping bags from my weekly Tesco bag when a typical chav pretty much walked into me. Being the polite person I was, I apologised and continued walking not noticing anything of difference. The chav was typical with short hair and wearing a tracksuit and looking quite dim.

When I got home I unpacked my shopping and noticed in one of my bags was a strange wrapped ball. I took a sniff and it seemed to smell of lavender which was odd. If I had bought something of lavender I would have probably remembered and it would have been on the receipt.

I opened up the mysterious package to find what looked like a bath bomb but it wasn’t as colourful as what I’d normally get, it was just kinda a blank brown colour. It smelled nice enough and with no way to get an owner I thought I may as well keep it for later.

Later that evening I made a nice hot bath to relax in before I went to bed and got in the tub and then dropped in the mysterious (what I thought was) bath bomb. The smell it gave off was very different and it fizzed quite a bit. It smelled a lot worse than I imagined. It smelled like really bad body odour, but it wasn’t that bad. In fact, it was pretty nice.

I felt it fizz up quickly and my legs felt quite different and then rising up my body. I felt my body slide into the water and my head touch. Looking down at my arms in the bath I saw some mucky marks appear on my right arm so I rubbed at them in the water and they cleared off into two quite typical tattoos.

I didn’t remember having the tattoos or know how it would even get there. My head was hurting trying to remember, what was I doing? I felt my body and I felt my muscles grow a bit and damn they felt fukin good.

I felt my head and my hair was surely shorter, I don’t quite remember. I think it was longer but it felt right.

Then when it was time to get out I got dressed and slipped into me fukin fav trakkies and got a can out of me fridge. In fact wherever I walked I seemed to drip water everywhere and it dirtied the house up, nice and dirty how I liked me council flat.