Big Boy Undies: Hand-me-downs

  

 

“Come on dude we’re late!” Rhett shouted from the locker room.

“Something’s wrong.” Declan had just slipped on his cousin Griffin's lucky jockstrap. Griffin had given Declan a whole speech about how many games it helped him win and how many home runs he hit. Normally, Declan would have called BS, but his cousin’s high school and college record spoke for itself. Griffin made a whole personal production of giving it over after his college graduation party. Only the two of them, in Griffin's room, stripped to their underwear. Declan on the floor, thinking about how ridiculous it all was, kneeled like a knight. Griffin above him, holding the jockstrap like a holy weapon, fingers grasped on the edges.

At that time, Declan’s eyes kept roaming over Griffin’s body. And why not, it was all on display for him anyway. He couldn’t believe the disparity between them. Griffin was a 6’3, red headed titan, pecs popped out, six pack abs carved into his torso, massive thighs squeezing his boxer briefs, a big butt hanging off like a shelf, steel calves covered in red hair, and a pouch that was bouncing all over the place. Griffin’s hands and feet were all equally well matched for the rest of his body, large and powerful. Meanwhile Declan’s slimmer body at 5’4 had paled in comparison. His blond hair was even less vibrant than Griffin’s hair.

He didn't want to put on the thing. Even if it had been washed repeatedly, it was like Declan could still smell his cousin in it. It reminded Declan of his dad after a workout at the gym. The hot sweat and musk of an older guy permanently infused into the fabric. Not a bad smell, just iron and the heat of the skin. Long before, Declan had jokingly dubbed it the Phillips’ family funk, back when he thought only his dad and uncle produced it. But Griffin’s jockstrap was its own disperser, yet no one else picked it up. Not even Delcan’s dad could smell anything but detergent.

Slipping into the bathroom stall to change was the only way Declan was going to find the mental fortitude to put the jockstrap on. No one else on the team knew it was Griffin’s, but it was still embarrassing that Declan had to know. He’d convinced his best friend Rhett to stay behind as he put the thing on. Annoyingly, people on the team kept slipping in and out to use the bathroom, and Declan couldn’t bring himself to get it on. He needed complete privacy.

Late for practice, Declan had been worried the jockstrap wouldn't fit due to Griffin's endowments. The front was stretched gratuitously. The moment he got the jockstrap up to his waist; it snapped to his body.  He began to put on his pants, barred by Griffin to wear underwear over the jockstrap when playing.

A heat emanated from the fabric as it cupped his pouch. His cock stretched longer filling the front as his balls swelled, being cooked from normal size into goose eggs. In the back his ass bubbled out, perfect, round, pert. He rocketed in height, soaring up, collecting inches from the ether. The muscles on his body grew stronger, more well defined, as the hem of his shirt failed to fall past his waist. It began with his chest exploding outwards, snapping his shirt open. Two protruding pecs sat, more developed than most cheerleaders. His gut was on fire as his abs made their way to the surface demolishing his thin fat layer, turning the reserves back into pure energy. The divide between his shoulders grew wider as his uniform shirt miraculously managed to hang on. His feet wiggled in his socks, unable to break free, but taking up more of the floor.

Declan opened his eyes; he was so tall he could see into the next stall. “Woah,” he said, flipping over his hands, veins running into his larger forearms. He opened the stall door to get a look at the mirror across from him. He almost looked like another Griffin, but it was Declan’s face, sharper and older, on top of the body. His ass was too fat to pull the smaller pants up. Declan wasn’t exactly sure how he was supposed to march out on the field for the high school league when it looked like he could be batting for the Minor or Major Leagues.