Big Boy Undies

 Originally posted on Tumblr

 

“Papa, I don’t know what to tell you. I put on this new underwear you bought me, and everything started to grow.”

Mr. Valquez looked around his son’s bedroom floor. The clothes Alejandro had been wearing that morning were ripped through. Made sense, those were clothes meant for a boy and Alejandro was built like a man. There was no way those clothes could have stayed on his body. Now the father could see every muscle group that existed displayed on his son’s body. A body that looked like it had spent years at the gym. His son’s face had also aged placing some maturity onto it, leaving Alejandro with more pronounced features. And just where had that hat come from? 

The father needed to take a minute to process this. He was in his study when he heard the commotion and found a well-developed young man in his house. The young man quickly explained he was Alejandro. Then he went on talking about how he had put on the new underwear his dad had bought him. Mr. Valquez did remember briefly mentioning something like kids wear briefs, teens wear boxer briefs, and men wear boxers. It was a complete crock of shit, but he thought it’d make his son feel more mature when he got the boxer briefs.

However, the pair Alejandro had placed on were now bunched around his thighs, mimicking a pair of briefs.  Not to mention whatever childish images had appeared on the briefs juxtaposed by the absolute man wearing them. Mr. Valquez was going to need a drink, maybe ten. Then burn whatever underwear he had bought Alejandro for his birthday.