Josh had worn briefs his whole life and never thought much about it. It just was the way things had been. He found them comfortable and never saw much of a need to break the habit. He had been teased on occasion, but nothing truly memorable enough to make him change his ways. Now as a junior in college, Josh could care less what anyone else thought of his briefs.
His roommate, Steven, cared quite a bit though about his choice in underwear. Steven had worn briefs growing up as well and he was teased mercilessly by his peers for this, getting excruciating wedgies and being put in all kinds of awful predicaments. He had wanted to switch for some time before finally making it a reality once he got some of his own money. His parents had always refused to buy anything other than standard tighty whities when they were picking out Steven’s clothes because of the expense, they weren’t the most well off family.
Steven had internalized those bad experiences to a hatred for all guys who chose to wear tighty whities. He thought that if he got it that bad then everyone should, but Steven wasn’t a jock and despite trying to work out he found he never had a good inclination for it. What he did have going for him was his brains and as a Chemistry major, he had been experimenting around with different chemicals and had finally created the drug he had been working on. All he needed now was a test subject, and Josh was the perfect candidate.
Steven had tried to convince Josh he needed to switch underwear, that they were childish, that they were something only nerds wore, that guys who wore them deserved to and would get wedgies. Josh thought his roommate was nuts and would often respond by giving his roommate wedgies, despite the fact that Steven only wore boxers. He would taunt so if only guys in briefs get wedgies how do I keep managing to give them to you? All that was going to change.
Steven slipped his drug into Josh’s dinner one night and smiled, waiting patiently to see if it would take effect and how long it would take. Some hours later as Josh was getting ready for bed, he stripped down to his briefs as he always did, but something seemed off. He stared at himself in the mirror for a while, focusing on his waist and his tight white briefs. They felt off. He had never really noticed just how tight they were before, as he went to pick a natural wedgie from between his cheeks. He stared as he picked it before his gaze was broken as Steven walked into the room.
“Admiring your ass in those tight little briefs, nerd?”
Fuck off, Josh thought. Steven always said this kind of crap. The guy had an obsession and he just needed to get over himself and let this shit go. Usually Josh would have voiced these thoughts aloud, though he found his words seemed to be caught in his throat as he just glared at his roommate instead.
“You know all guys who wear briefs, especially tighty whities, deserve wedgies. Don’t you know that, you tighty whitie nerd?”
“Shut up.” Josh managed to choke out, though it was a challenge and he felt far less force behind it than their usual interactions.
“What’s the matter, Josh?” Steven purred in interest. “Finding it harder to stand up to me than usual? Why don’t you just do what you normally do and give me a wedgie?” Steven taunted. He pulled down his shorts revealing his boxers and turned his back to Josh, giving him the perfect opportunity.
Normally Josh would have already done this without Steven mentioning anything, but tonight as he stared at Steven’s boxers he found it impossible to move his hands out and latch them around the waistband. Something about it just felt wrong. Like how could a nerd like him ever thing he could wedgie someone wearing boxers? Josh turned away, ashamed he had ever thought it was something he should do, even if Steven was annoying him.
As he turned around he focused once again on his reflection in the mirror, drawn back to his dorky tighty whities. They felt constricting and he turned his backside around to stare at his butt, noticing that the natural wedgie was back as his cheeks seemed to munch away at those bunched up briefs. Josh laid on his bed staring back at his ass, as his hands latched on to his pathetic tighty whities and he began to pull towards his head. After all guys who wore tighty whities deserved this, and if no one was going to do it to him, he knew he had to do it to himself.
Steven grinned and grabbed his phone to record the success of his first human trial.
