Big Boy Undies: Dad Chores

 

 

 “It’s so hot!” Clayton complained. The sunglasses he wore barely helped. His muscular body sat on a lawn chair being hounded by the sun, legs longer than the chair's length.  Being in nothing but white briefs also didn’t help

“That’s the tenth time you've said that.” Tripp replied, spraying down the car in front of him with a hose. He also wore nothing but a pair of white briefs that clung to his muscled ass, barefoot in Clayton’s front yard.

“Because it’s true.” Clayton added.

“Are you gonna help out? Or sit there?” Tripp said annoyed. His eyes ran over his friend’s form, the large bicep holding up Clayton’s arm.

“I can barely move man.” Clayton answered. “It’s summer.”

“Yeah, it’s my summer too and I’m here washing your dad’s car because of you!”

“Hey, your dad agreed to the punishment.”

“Which wouldn’t have happened because of your stupid idea.” Tripp stated back.

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Clayton had gotten the idea for him and Tripp to find out the kind of underwear their dad’s wore. An invasion of privacy? Certainly, but try telling that to two curious boys. Boxers had gotten popular around school, boys claiming men liked it for the looseness and comfort. Therefore, it was only right for Clayton to test the theory, during summer, what were the Men of the 1970’s truly wearing. Of course he needed Tripp’s help to ensure he wasn’t being biased. When they both presented a pair of giant white undies to each other in Clayton’s basement, they were shocked. It seemed like the guys at school didn’t know shit. Men wanted white plain briefs.

“Guess that answer’s that.” Clayton smirked, satisfied, but the mischievous look in his eyes wasn’t gone. He began taking off his shorts.

“What are you doing?” Tripp asked shielding his eyes

“Putting on my dad's underwear, you should put yours on too!” Clayton stated, already putting his legs through the holes.

“I’m not gonna— “

Clayton was already dressed, pulling at the waistband “There’s so much space in here! He forced his arms through the leg holes too, walking like a crab.

Tripp laughed and decided to join in on the fun. He pulled the underwear up high and pretended to be a generic nerd from an old B-movie.

They got a few good laughs, but their fun didn’t last for long. As they got back into normal stances the briefs vacuumed to their bodies, they tried to pull them off, but the briefs weren’t budging. The teens felt the pressure in their nuts first, an expansion, as heavy bulges pressed out. Orange-sized nuts made thicker sperm and released more testosterone into the duo’s systems. Tripp was first to shoot up, in height. Started with his ass popping in the back then legs growing. Clayton ripped off his shirt, thinking insects were on him only to find blond hairs rising from his chest. That was then proceeded by pecs appearing in place.

By the time Tripp was tearing through his shirt, shoulders splitting out of it like a shell, Clayton had started his growth, feet slamming on the ground size 13 and still going, connected to hardened calves and long thighs. A beard directed itself onto Clayton’s face, as his hair grew longer. Tripp happened to look over and see it and as if inspired, his own face grew a rivaling beard. Their lower bodies fit snugly into the underwear by that point. Then they felt it, all their fathers’ knowledge pouring into their minds via underwear. They knew the secret: crisp, clean, tighty whities were not for men, they were ONLY to be worn by men. As such they were given a booster to inherit their dad’s attire. They passed out on the ground cock’s hard and restrained, ass fat.

Clayton’s father was less than pleased to find two hunks in his basement wearing his underwear, but he had already pieced together who the culprit was. Only then to find out just a single pair was his. Called for a punishment.

“I’m not changing you back, you want to wear a man’s underwear. Figure it out for yourself like a man would.” He stood in front of the two anointed men, now dressed in more of his clothing as to have something on them at least.

“Dad it wasn’t like—

“Shhh!” He waved a finger, “You both have the brains for it, but first a lesson: You want to be men, you’re gonna wash my car like men.”

 

 —

They still ended up in their underwear because the heat was unbearable. No one in the neighborhood was watching because they all had sense to avoid any trace of the sun that day, curtains were fully drawn. 

Tripp sighed, “Get over here and I’ll hose you down.” Clayton hopped up standing against the car. “But you gotta help with the rest.” He withheld the water until his friend agreed, then he let the water run down Clayton’s form, starting right in the center of the hairy chest.

 

“Thank you…sincerely.” Clayton stated. He snuck looks at how huge Tripp had gotten, checking out his ass.

“Sincerely? Now you're starting to talk like an old guy. 

“Hey, I’m not that old.”

“Sure, don't throw out your back grabbing that cloth.” Tipp pointed to a white cloth hanging out of a bucket.  Clayton lazily bent over, ass up, as Tripp splashed water on the back of the briefs. Clayton couldn’t even complain because every bit of water against his frying skin helped.

Putting on their dad's underwear had fused their personality with their father’s. Maybe that’s why people don’t wear others' underwear. Clayton was still lazy, but with manners, while Tripp’s playfulness was assisted by a need to be responsible.

“Doing good out here boys!” Clayton's dad came out in jogging gear. He had a disposable camera in his hand, took a picture, then shook it. “You’re gonna want to remember this someday.”

 

“I doubt that. It’s embarrassing enough already.” Clayton whined in a way that contradicted the raw power of his body.

His dad simply chuckled, shaking his head, “Gonna take a run. Might go visit your dad, Tripp to talk about this. Move the car to the street when you’re done.”  He placed his car keys on Clayton's abandoned chair.” Then he was off.

The two men continued cleaning the car. Mid-way through it dawned on Clayton something he hadn't actually considered: his height. He could see over the roof of the car and even get a pretty could reach across. His limbs were so long now, and he didn't even appreciate it. Then there was his reflection that stared back at him in the car window. He didn’t look like his dads son at all; he looked like an uncle. He flexed his pecs and the pillows of flesh danced to his command. Maybe the punishment wasn’t the worst.

It didn't take them long to dry under the sun once the car was finished. They got dressed and Clayton moved his dad’s car into the road as if he'd been doing it for years. He got out as Tripp approached him. A thought entered the back of his mind, about how sexy Tripp looked in his dad’s underwear and how to get to see him in it again. He didn’t know at the same time Tripp was having similar thoughts. Tripp invaded Clayton's personal space in a way he never had before, there was an intentionality with Tripp’s body language. As for Clayton, his body also adjusted as if used to this subtle transition. They wanted each other and sudden attraction, didn’t freak either of them out instead it felt natural. Not because of them. They were feeling what their dads felt for each other.

Their dads were going to have some explaining to do.

But maybe after Clayton and Tripp did a bit more cleaning up.