Big Boy Undies: Compressed

 

 

“Mmmm??” Jax groaned, waking up. He looked around, confused at the sports posters and jersey on the wall, and the messy state of the room. The gray sheets with white windowpane pattern were foreign sight to him. Not to mention the size of the bed. Almost too damn small for him. Like the pair of briefs hugging his ass.

This wasn’t his room. Where was his black guitar? His album collection? Framed art on the walls? He kept looking around, it definitely wasn’t his boyfriend’s room. Bryan Young would flip to be trapped in a room like this. Jax smiled half awake, on the verge of drifting back to sleep, as he imagined calming his boyfriend down. The memory of last night played in his head crawling into his boyfriend’s bed, spooning each other. Boyfriend was too weak of a term to describe how Jax felt about Bryan, but they weren’t fiancés since Jax wasn’t a big marriage guy. Or maybe it was insecurity? Why did he still have his own place after being with Bryan for five years? Jax was barely home anyways.

Jax grumbled in his half-asleep state annoyed by his usual morning thoughts. His friends would give him so much shit about Bryan. For all the man’s muscle it was clear that the single father, Bryan, was a cupcake on the inside. No one, not even Jax himself, knew how much he was into sweet things. As a lifelong punk that didn’t quite sit well with Jax’s friends, telling him he’d gone soft over the years. How he never messed with people anymore. Jax had finally had enough and gave into the pressure. He’d do one last prank, and he’d do it on Bryan.

The main reason he relented was that his friends had a point: Bryan didn’t know the true him, not really. He wanted to fix that. Byran had already seen beyond the tattoos and rock music, now he needed to see one last thing.

Jax popped an eye open, scanned the room again, remembering what the prank was. It wasn’t Bryan’s room, but it was his house. Jax was currently in Kade Young’s bedroom, Bryan’s son. Kade nowhere in sight, “Oh fuck,” he muttered, not quite up. Yesterday, he came funneling back to him.

—

He had knocked on Kade’s door, Kade was already up and showered for graduation day, The boy had a lot to be proud of, he was Valedictorian, and wrestling state champ. He had made his final year in school his bitch. Kade was probably the weirdest blend of a jock and nerd. Meek in social interactions, completely a jock in his habits, which explained the clutteredness of his dresser.

Moving inside, Jax said “I have a surprise for you,” and pulled out a wrapped gift from behind his back. Kade tried to snatch it, an inside joke between the two, While Jax played keep away. It was muscle versus muscle and Bryan wasn’t awake yet to stop them. Kade’s years of sports vs Jax’s day in the gym. With a little hopping and throwing self on Jax, Kade snatched his gift. He beat his chest like Tarzan; His winning had become a staple the last few months.

Kade pressed his thumbs down on the package “What is it?”

“Most people open gifts.” Jax chuckled. Kade began to tear at it. “You know how you were telling me you wanted some real man underwear. Got you some.

“Oh, fuck yes!” Kade said before, catching himself, “Sorry.”

“No, it’s cool. I’m not going to tell.” Jax smirked. It was how the two always interacted, always more like brothers than a stepfather and son. Kade had come to Jax, at the start of the year sharing he wasn’t quite sure how to share with his dad he needed larger underwear. It wasn’t just his ass from practice, apparently his dick was hanging real low these days too. Kade shared his boxer briefs, looked and felt like boy briefs wrapped on him. People on the team would laugh asking whose little brother did he steal them from. Jax knew the pain well, his own growth spurt having moved his ass and dick up weight classes in his younger years too, before his parents could even afford to buy new clothes.

He was able to kindly let Bryan know, The Young’s family endowments were anything but. Jax had never seen Bryan go so red from embarrassment, realizing he was buying clothes that were choking his son’s lower half. The issue was resolved, and it was noticeable in how freely Kade could strut around the house, no weird hitch in his step.

Another pair of good underwear was fine by him. The smile on his face dropped, as he pulled out the new pair.

“These are tighty whites.” Kade said flatly. “I thought they'd be compression shorts.”

“Okay, first of all, smart aleck, they’re gray. No white anywhere. Secondly, this is what real men wear. Everything compressed.” Jax laughed.

Kade gave him a look that asked the question, really?

“Try them on, you’ll see. You’d be surprised by the man they bring out in you.” Jax patted Kade’s shoulder, stepping out the room as Kade pulled down his sleeping shorts. The man didn’t walk away; he rested his head back on the door and began to count. “5… 4….3…2…” He closed his eyes, his body feeling lighter, and floated backwards through the door. Jax knew his body had disappeared and was like the air itself. He moved blind, his ghostly form drawn into Kade’s body.

When Jax opened his eyes again, he was in Kade’s body. He checked around, unused to seeing skin untouched by a tattoo. A few flexes in the mirror to get his handling on the young jock muscle under his command. Not quite Jax’s heft, but Kade would get there sooner rather than later if he kept it up.

This was Jax’s secret. He could possess people who wore briefs. Growing up, he always had a stupid belief that only kids wore briefs. But after his growth spurt, briefs gave him the best support, below the belt and he had to rethink everything he believed. When that happened, his punk friends went wild. Jax was hopping into people all over town. Getting them into concerts, getting out of speeding tickets. Men at large would be surprised to learn how many guys preferred briefs as their adult undergarments. And now Kade was one of them.

As a punk Jax had really enjoyed fucking with people. He had even taken over a few exes in the past who encased their bums in briefs. He’d show up and mingle with his friends, keeping them all unaware, until he decided to reveal. That was the best part too, because when Jax disappeared the world seemed to skip him over. People couldn't remember him, until he brought himself up. Got out of a lot of monthly rent bills that way. Then Bryan came along and as a boxer-briefs man there went Jax’s fun. Jax calmed down a bit more and stopped disappearing into people.

Staring at Kade’s face in the mirror, Jax smiled, all he had to do now was explain it to Bryan. Then they could enjoy Kade’s graduation together, secrets and all. He pumped himself up, shaking loose Kade’s limbs. As he went to the door to leave, a strong wave of vertigo crashed over him. He stumbled back, falling ass down on the bed.

“What the heck?” Kade’s voice said, only it wasn’t Jax in the driver seat. Kade had unknowingly been thrusted back in control. Jax was shocked, but reasonable, he hadn’t hopped into someone in years; He was rusty. Reading himself, Jax tried to rear control back, but as he pulled inside Kade’s body nothing responded back to him. The man was trapped in a void, looking out of Kade's eyes.

Kade shook his head, brushing off the vertigo. He stood back up to pose in the mirror. He modeled the underwear for himself. A smile on his lips, Kade liked how they cupped his ass and crotch. Jax had no idea how he knew that, but he got a sense that’s why Kade was doing it. Odd as Jax had never had access to people's thoughts before, then again, they’d never been aware of him inside.

Staring at himself, in a bicep pose, Kade spoke to the mirror, “Whoever said it was right. This must be what real men wear. I can see that man in me.” Jax knew Kade was oblivious to the situation, but Kade's stare felt like he was locked in on Jax. The ‘man’ Kade was seeing wasn’t his future potential it was, Jax.

Deciding to abort, Jax tried to push out, only to find he couldn’t leave Kade's body. There was no exit. Suddenly he felt vacuum sealed in, his muscular form packed within Kade’s. He could even tell Kade felt extra heavy and didn't know why. Kade moved and Jax moved with him, all the man’s muscles, now hidden under Kade’s flesh, easily maneuvered by the jock.

Jax was worried. He knew better than to stay inside one person too long. Not that he knew what would happen, but he’d come close a few times, with a sick queasy feeling, like a biological warning. Always made it out before things got worse. Inside Kade though Jax had no way to alert anyone, and no one would realize he was even missing.

The man screamed for Kade’s help, his only hope, but the young man couldn't hear him. Not once did his thought ever transmit, he was hearing anything. Kade’s stomach growled. He was extremely hungry, unknowingly needing food for two. Walking out of his room in just his underwear, very unlike him, he was more of a shorts guy, he moseyed downstairs. He went into the kitchen, grabbed a cereal box and paused looking at the stove. Jax wasn’t sure why. He loved the kid, but for all his talents, cooking wasn’t one of them.

Kade put the cereal back, then moved to the stove. He bent down into the cabinet pulling out pans, then went into the fridge. A constant nudge tapped at Jax's head until it became full on pressure. Not painful at all, but definitely unpleasant. Jax watched as Kade began whipping up Jax’s signature breakfast sandwiches. He would have been amazed at Kade’s skills in the kitchen if he didn’t feel the boy tapping into his knowledge. Kade made two sandwiches eating his own and left the other out

Bryan came down lured by the food. He always did love Jax’s cooking, only now he thought it was Kade’s specialty. Jax tried everything to get Bryan’s attention. Father and son hugged good morning.

“Wait a minute, something's different about you today,” Bryan gave his son a once over.

“Yes, yes” Jax cheered internally, unsure of how Bryan knew.

“You’re my graduate boy today!” Bryan gave a few fake jabs at his son, as Jax tried to huddled away.

“No!” Jax wanted to face palm.

The father and son stopped messing around, for Bryan to have a serious talk. Well as much as one could in morning clothes, especially when one was just in underwear. Bryan placed his hands on Kade’s shoulders. “Kade, I'm so proud of you baby boy…” He stopped, a flash of confusion across his face, as he looked into Kade’s eyes.

“Uh dad?” Kade said.

Bryan slowly put his hand under Kade’s chin and gently lifted it, “Your eyes, there’s something about them today,” He was gazing deeper, voice heavier. A voice only Jax heard in bed. A sultry needy and giving Bryan.

Jax felt it. He knew it. Bryan peered into Kade and was looking at him, even if he didn’t know it. Jax called his boyfriend from inside Kade to no avail Bryan couldn’t hear.

“They’re handsomer than usual.” Bryan whispered as if he himself was caught off guard by his words.

There was a tug on Jax’s dick, and he felt Kade’s cock throb in response to Bryan’s words, heavier than it had any right to be. The two were standing closer together. Jax could almost feel Bryan’s warmth if not for the thick layer of Kade around him. A push on Jax’s chest. Bryan leaned in and kissed Kade, like he’d kiss Jax. Annoyingly, Kade kissed back with all of Jax’s skill.

It didn’t last long, as Bryan broke the kiss, licking his lip, eyes still searching in Kade’s. “I think…I see the man in you.” He brought a hand up to Kade’s face, running a hand over his cheek. “The man you’re becoming.” A happy tear rolled down Bryan’s face, “And I think I love him so much already. Went to sleep my boy, woke up a man.”

Kade’s voice responded back lustfully in a way that Jax recognized all too well. “I don’t know dad. I think it’s these briefs. I put them on this morning worried they make me feel like a kid, but I feel even more of a man then in my own usual underwear.”

Bryan looked down, and tugged on their waistband, “Where’d you get these?”

There was a pause, “Can’t remember, I think it was a gift.”

“I don't know how I feel about some rando giving my son underwear, but this was a pretty good choice.” Bryan kissed Kade again and slapped his jock ass, “No, go get dressed. You have a speech to give later, and I don’t know what’ll happen if we stay here.” He grabbed the breakfast sandwich waiting for him.

Jax was forced to walk away as Kade left. The man was only frustrated with himself. Those kisses were his morning kisses. Kade got dressed in his graduation gown, practicing his speech out loud. Jax wanted to groan. The car ride to drop Kade off was torture, Jax unable to say anything in their entire conversation. Graduation itself was long and boring.

Jax hated being paraded up to the podium and forced to stand where everyone could see him. Even if no one knew he was rocking under Kade’s skin it was still embarrassing. Like benign in your underwear but the whole room is blind, doesn't matter if they knew, Jax knew and that was enough. Kade gave his speech and Jax practically was giving it too.

When graduation ended, Jax tried to exert control to get Kade back home. Kade did go back home with his dad, but only so he could change. He threw off his graduation clothes, appreciating his ‘underwear-only’ look again, then got dressed. Jax’s leg had felt weird for a while and Kade was looking taller than normal. Kade rushed down the stairs and usually what wasn’t much of a wave goodbye, turned into a goodbye smooch. Bryan even reached into Kade’s shorts to tease his cock through the briefs.

“Dad, I gotta go, I'm gonna be late,” Kade whined. Bryan relented and gave one final kiss on the lips and forehead.

Kade took off to spend the afternoon with some friends. The world was his oyster, and Jax was the pearl trapped in Kade’s shell. Jax watched everything play out like a terrible B grade movie. Some stupid adventure Kade and his friends whipped themselves into. They were gone all day. By the time Kade came back home his body was exhausted. It was late at night and Kade had to trudge himself upstairs. He stripped off his clothes and left them on the floor as he climbed into bed in his man briefs and passed out.

Jax wanted to shout for joy. He thought the boy would never tire, lugging them both around with every stupid desire and whim. Various parts of Jax were squished and prodded at Kade’s unknown behest.  The second he couldn't sense Kade’s stream of consciousness, Jax tried to escape; he pushed and prodded. No leeway anywhere. The nauseous feeling began to arrive as midnight approached. Jax focused harder. Struggled more. No escape. His nausea got worse.

Then it happened all at once.

The pressure on Jax became unbearable, as if he was being pancaked, Kade's body bearing down on him inside. The nausea at its highest; time was up. Jax pushed out, but he wasn’t going anywhere. He was trapped. Something changed when the clock ticked over. Jax's foot wasn’t pushing in Kade’s; it was Kade’s. And it was expanding as Kade’s toes wiggled. All over Kade’s body was aggressively growing as the boy slept. It was as if Jax was returning to normal size inside Kade, but that wasn’t it.  Jax’s features were bleeding into—being absorbed by—Kade’s body. There was a massive change in weight as Jax came through, asleep on the bed, his tattoos appearing on the surface of Kade’s unmarked body. Kade’s face warped, influenced by and inheriting Jax’s traits as it matured alongside the rest of him to a man of Jax’s stature. Jax had been so wiped and tired through it all he joined Kade in sleeping.

—

Which led to Jax, now waking up in Kade’s bed, In Kade’s transformed body. The gray briefs were tight on his man ass and really had his nuts cupped, and yet the perfect wear through it all. He caught a glimpse of himself in Kade’s mirror across the room. A matured Kade’s body with all of Jax’s tattoos. A perfected blend of jock and punk.

A knock at the door, as Bryan poked his head in, “There’s my baby bo—my big man.” He stepped in hands up. “I know, you don’t like baby boy.”

Jax felt like he was caught red handed, watching Bryan come in, “Uh?” He asked nervously, “You don’t notice anything different about me?”

 

“Different?” Bryan only mouthed, scanning the room at a loss. Then his eyes widened, “Oh yes! your man briefs; they look good on you.” He walked over, sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed a hand on Jax’s ass, before slapping it. “I don’t know what it is about these briefs, but they really do make you look like a BIG boy.”

“Mmmm, the fucking biggest,” Jax moaned enjoying Bryan’s hands on his ass. He could finally feel again and the briefs were perfect. He had been right; the briefs had brought out the man in Kade: Jax. 

Bryan leaned over and kissed the impeccable ass in front of him, inching the briefs slowly up to kiss more.

“Feels nice, dad” Jax mused, pressing his body further into bed, he hadn't actually meant to call Bryan ‘dad’ it just slipped out. Bryan pressed his nose against Jax's fat balls and nuzzled them before taking a whiff. Jax shuddered, feeling Bryan’s mouth ghost over them. “Dad,” Fuck, he had failed to call him Bryan again, “Can we stay in today?” Yes, Jax was completely drained by Kade escapades the other day, but this was pure sexual desire.

“Anything for my big boy.” Bryan, had positioned both hands to pull down the gray briefs, exposing a beefy man ass to the room. Bryan went after Jax with an extreme passion, Jax couldn’t help but meet. They had their way with each other in Kade’s room. Both men attempted to make Kade a big brother several times over. 

Eventually Bryan did pull himself away, putting his clothes back prepping to go make breakfast. Jax asked for a pair of Kade’s shorts to be thrown his way and surprisingly they were the perfect fit.

“Any plans for the rest of the week?” Bryan asked, “I mean you know I’m always down to stick with you, but I figure you might want to see your friends post-graduation.”

“My friends?”

“Yeah, those punk guys,” Bryan said.

“Do I look like I graduated anything?” Jax joked.

“Getting post senioritis, already?” Bryan laughed back,” Kade, you just graduated yesterday.”

Jax had an epiphany, hearing Bryan call him Kade, he grabbed his phone. It wasn't just his body that had been mixed with Kade’s, his life had been too. A combination of phone numbers and photos in his phone. Him at graduation. Him at the local bar. In this new reality Kade Young was a behemoth of a man, with his own apartment, yet had a bedroom in Bryan’s house. He had met Byran at a concert but was also his son. Jax was starting to understand why staying in a person so long was a bad idea. Despite their stunning looks, the world had crudely compressed Jax and Kade’s lives together.

Bryan, not catching the deep thought, leaned over, and Jax noticed in time to kiss him on the lips. Byran headed to the door taking one last look back at his overgrown son. “Maybe we gotta get you some more briefs, I don’t why but they certainly get me in the mood when you’re in them.