Big Boy Undies: Sleepover Edition

 

 

Hayden Morris had seen things going a bit differently in his head. Him and his best friend, Jordan Sanders, had the whole house to themselves for the weekend. They were going to play hard and party even harder. Hayden’s dad had gone on an overnight work trip, leaving the young men to their own devices.

They weren’t the most popular boys around, so it wasn’t like they were throwing any senior parties. Their plans were simpler: raid Mr. Morris’ stash! Of what? anything they could get their hands on. Alcohol, Playboy, the works.

Mr. Morris was nice, but a bit of a meathead. Sort of the drawback of being a jock that got his high school sweetheart knocked up. These days he worked as a personal trainer at a local gym, not that Hayden had ever picked anything up. His work trip away was for some health & fitness convention as he also considered himself an amateur body builder.

The young men raided Mr. Morris’ room tearing it up, looking for the goods. Jordan was being a bit nosier going through the man’s dresser. “Holy cow, what are these?”

“Those are my dad’s pajamas. Nothing special.” Hayden had the bed lifted, looking for the magazines.

“Nothing special? Are you kidding me? Look how revealing this all is, the girls must be eating him up.”

“Ha, why don’t you try it on then dumbass,” Hayden joked.

Jordan was about to say something, when a strange expression came over his face, as if his actual response had been overwritten in real time. “You know what? Maybe I will.” Jordan began to undress, right there.

“Dude!” Hayden covered his eyes, being dramatic as if he and Jordan hadn’t dressed in front of each other countless times before. Jordan shucks his clothes slipping on the shirt that was more of a crop top and then the small shorts.

“This doesn’t feel quite right.” Jordan scratched at his bare midriff. 

Hayden couldn’t stop himself from staring at the faint abs just under Jordan’s skin. Shaking his head, he brought himself back to reality. “Of course, it doesn’t feel right,” he gave a quick laugh and pointed at Jordan’s boxers hanging out below the shorts, “My dad doesn’t wear anything under his shorts, his cock just flaps around.” Jordan didn't hesitate to lose the boxers as Hayden was rendered speechless. His best friend’s cock was where dad’s cock often rested. Instead of being angered or embarrassed it just made his face hot.

Whatever had possessed Jordan to put on the clothes, faded as he returned to helping to look for Mr. Morris’ things. Both boys fell back into it as if they hadn’t randomly stopped, for a wardrobe change. The clothes, however, remained on Jordan’s body uncommented on. They didn’t find a book or DVD in Mr. Morris’ room. 

“Let’s check the computer rooooooo—Woah!” Hayden jumped back as Jordan stopped kneeling and stood up. His best friend’s face was several inches above his head. Hard to digest as they’d circled around the same height all their lives. “When did you get so tall?” Hayden asked his friend, pushing up on 6ft.

“Come on don’t be like that, you know I’ve always been tall.” Jordan walked out the bedroom rolling his eyes as if he were annoyed. Hayden followed Jordan to his dad's study, eyes watching his friend like a hawk. Hayden passively looked around as Jordan got more into it dropping on all fours, Ass up. Not that Hayden was watching that too. But he did notice Jordan’s skin getting browner as an unnatural tan set in. Then Jordan’s ass popped out like a bubble, bouncing with its new growth.

“Geezus,” Hayden muttered, his cock, twitching under his own pajamas.

Jordan turned back to see Hayden eyeing him, “Hayden, you gonna help, or stand there all day? Your dad’s got nothing. Not even behind the cabinets.” As Jordan sat up, his chest pushed out from Mr. Morris’ top beautifully. Two granite stones for pecs had taken place where Jordan’s former body had been and lower abs were fully showing.

“You feelin’ okay, Jordan?" Hayden asked, not quite able to voice, what was concerning him. All the trepidation kept slipping away the more he looked back at Jordan.

“Feel fine, why?” The Jordan answering was not the same boy who had joined Hayden for a best friend sleepover. This new Jordan had a low voice that bounced off the walls, his face had perfect angles, no trace amount of baby fat.

They returned to Hayden’s room, defeated. Hayden collapsed in his chair, eyes viewing how well Jordan’s frame filled his dad’s pajamas. But as he watched, Jordan’s body unleashed a powerful growth surge. Jordan grew in height and Mr. Morris’ sleep shorts ripped along the sides as Jordan’s ass fell out. Aged and strong thighs fed into Jordan's solid calves, with a sprinkle of hair growth. As for his upper body, the shirt barely made it past his chest, while developed arms stretched down his side.

 “What the hell was that?” Jordan looked down at himself.