Hello I found a yellow pair of briefs delivered to me. Its weird because I never ordered a pair. Im a chubbyish guy in his 30s with reddish hair. I feel these briefs are wanting me to try them on but im worried. Can you help me?
The package had been on the kitchen table for three days.
He, a robust man in his thirties, with reddish and unkempt hair, looked at it every morning while drinking his coffee. Addressed to him. But he had not ordered anything.
That afternoon, after his shower, curiosity got the better of him. He opened it. Inside, a pair of yellow briefs. Bright yellow, almost fluorescent. Smooth, elastic fabric that seemed to shine under the light.
There was no sender. Only the briefs.
He took them in his hands. The fabric was warm. Too warm. As if someone had just taken them off. His fingers trembled. He brought them to his nose. They did not smell of anything. And yet, he could feel them vibrating.
Maybe it was just his imagination. Maybe not.
A thought crossed his mind: Try them on.
He shook his head. "No, I'm stupid."
But his fingers, as if they had a will of their own, began to unbutton his jeans. He lowered his pants. He put on the yellow briefs.
The fabric clung to his wide hips. Perfect. Strange. The sensation was one of warmth. A tingling that started in his lower abdomen and spread.
He scratched his chest. The reddish hair fell between his fingers. Tufts. Then entire locks. He looked at the floor covered in red hair. His chest was becoming swollen and smooth. The skin emerging, bare, smooth as silk.
A moan. His abdominal muscles began to contract. Beneath the soft skin of his belly, he felt something moving. Fibers stretching, swelling. The fat melting away. His hips narrowing.
His hands grabbed the table. His bones cracked. His shoulders widened, his back straightened. He could feel every vertebra snapping into place, realigning.
His biceps exploded. The veins surfaced, bluish and thick. His deltoids rounded. His chest swelled like a balloon, his pectorals becoming two hard, heavy plates.
"Yes... yes..." He moaned, his voice lowering.
His abs became sculpted. Eight perfect squares. A narrow waist. His buttocks lifting, becoming two spheres of steel.
His thighs exploded. His quadriceps swelled like tree trunks. His calves became massive. The yellow briefs, once loose, were now stretched, completely filled.
His penis grew. Hard. Thick. It pressed against the elastic fabric, forming an enormous, obscene bulge.
Sweat poured everywhere. From his forehead, his neck, his smooth chest.
He felt his head. His scalp itching. His red hair falling. Beneath it, new hair was growing. Dark brown. Shorter. Thicker. A mohawk cut, short on the sides, longer in the center.
The beard. He felt his chin tingling. Hairs sprouting, thick and dark. His jaw widened, his beard becoming thicker, growing before his eyes. Becoming that thick, well-groomed beard of a real man.
His body swelled even more. All his muscles contracted together.
He looked at his reflection in the window glass.
He was no longer himself.
He was a bodybuilder. Enormous. Pectorals like shields, six-pack abs, arms like tree trunks. Skin completely smooth, without a single hair. Dark brown mohawk hair. A thick beard framing his chiseled jaw.
And that bulge. That enormous protuberance pushing against the yellow brief.
He touched himself. His pectorals were hard as rock. His shoulders three times as wide as before. His arms heavy. Sweat ran down his perfect body.
A slow smile appeared on his chiseled face.
He raised his arms. His biceps swelled, monstrous.
He looked at his muscles. He liked it.
