The days passed, and Carl's obsession deepened, gnawing at his mind like a hungry beast. After spending countless hours tinkering in his makeshift lab, he had finally done it: he created a prototype of his bizarre invention, the “Undergarbulator.” It was a compact device, shaped like a sleek remote control, with an array of colorful buttons and a glowing display that hummed with energy. He was both excited and terrified to test it out.
One afternoon after gym class, Carl found himself alone in the locker room with Alex. Luke had stayed behind to finish up his workout. The atmosphere buzzed with the remnants of their previous exercises, sweat lingering in the air. Carl, holding the Undergarbulator nervously behind his back, watched Alex as he changed into his street clothes.
“Hey, Carl! You still working on that new tech project?” Alex asked, tossing his damp gym shirt into his locker.
“Uh, yeah! It’s… it’s pretty cool,” Carl replied, his heart racing. This is it. Just one little test.
“Mind showing me? I’d love to see what you’ve been up to!” Alex said, an easy smile on his handsome face.
“Sure! But, uh, maybe after school?” Carl suggested, his mind racing. He knew this was the perfect opportunity—one where he could catch Alex off guard.
“Alright, sounds good!” Alex said, turning to grab his backpack.
In that moment, Carl made his move. He stepped closer and activated the Undergarbulator, aiming it at Alex. “Hey, Alex! Heads up!”
Before Alex could respond, a beam of colorful light shot from the device, enveloping him in a radiant glow. Carl could hardly believe his eyes as he watched his friend's eyes go wide, his jaw go slack. He stumbled a little and sat down on the locker room bench.
"Oh man, Carl. I feel dizzy. I feel kinda funny all over." Alex looked up, dazed. "Something weird is happening."
"Oh yeah?" Carl's heart pounded. "How does it feel?"
"IT feels . . . goofy . . . like . . ." Alex began to transform before him, shrinking, folding, flopping down. Within moments, where Alex once sat, there now lay a pair of vibrant red briefs, perfectly folded and neatly sitting on the locker room bench.
“No way…” Carl gasped, stunned by what he had just done.
He picked up the red briefs, a strange mix of exhilaration and guilt surging through him. The transformation felt surreal, but the underlying compulsion to embrace his new obsession was overpowering. He couldn’t help but admire the smooth fabric and vibrant color.
Suddenly, a wave of guilt washed over him. “What have I done?” he murmured, looking around the empty locker room, his pulse racing. But the thrill of his creation was too enticing. He knew Alex was still in there, feeling everything around him, but unable to speak or move. "Hope you feel nice and comfy, buddy," Carl whispered. "I promise, I'll take good care of you, OK?"
With a mischievous grin, Carl decided to push the limits of his new invention even further. He slipped the briefs into his backpack, the weight of the decision lingering in the air like an unspoken secret.
As the day progressed, Carl felt an overwhelming urge to wear Alex. By the time he got home, he could barely contain himself. He locked his bedroom door and pulled the red briefs out of his bag, holding them up like a trophy.
This is crazy, he thought, but the thrill of it all was intoxicating. With a mixture of apprehension and excitement, he stripped down and slipped the red briefs up his legs and over his crotch. The fabric felt snug against his skin, but it was oddly comforting, filling him with a rush he couldn’t quite describe.
Carl paced his room, admiring himself in the mirror. The sight of the red briefs form-fit against his butt and his bulge only fueled his bizarre enthusiasm. What would Alex think? he wondered, both guilty and exhilarated. How does he feel right now? Is he as excited as I am? A raging erection pushed out, stretching the red undies into a nice tent.
He had to test the Undergarbulator further. With his newfound obsession spiraling out of control, Carl pondered the possibilities. What if I could turn more people into underwear?
He could collect a whole wardrobe of them! The thrill of his new obsession tugged at him like a siren’s call, and he knew that this was only the beginning.