Brad felt an electric jolt as he came and his semen soaked his stripper trophy shorts. He balked in disbelief as he suddenly heard his kid bro's voice in his head. Chad was ranting about Max and Bruno and Brad. Initially, Brad was horrified. Then he decided Max's shorts must've been coated with hallucinogens like LSD or something. No way hulking bro could survive being reduced to a few ounces of fabric and remain sentient.
"Definitely, hallucinating, but damn it seems real. Damn hot too, hallucinating a muscle bound stud is now just a super absorbent cum rag," Brad muttered.
*Cum rag? Wait super absorbent cum rag? Brad- I'm your bro Chad! My birthday is-*
"Nah, nah, nah! Any questions I know the answer to my mind can supply. Besides just your voice coming from Max's shorts makes me wanna c c-c-c-um!" Brad replied jerking off a second load into Chad.
*No-nuh -ggggaaaaah!*
"Damn, sounds just like Chad," Brad muttered shaking his head.
*schownds like muh, caush sits me!* whined Chad.
"Right? My 185 lb bro moonlights as Max's 7 ounce stripper shorts? No way," Brad said. He paused, licked his lips, and added, "But it would be damn hot if it were so."
Brad proceeded to hang Chad on the bathroom stall latch knob. The he removed his pants and underwear, and hung them on the hook on the back of the stall door. Then he grabbed Chad again.
"Nuh wuh, Brud- ya nuh pudding muh un," Chad said. He was still gagging on Brad's bodacious loads of cum.
"Saturated, just the way I like em," Brad said as he pulled the wet shorts up his thighs.
Chad did some quick math. Max was a size 28 or 30, Brad was a size 36. Chad fully expected to rip. He had fit snugly on Max. Surely his seems would split on Brad. Damn, whatever material he was made of was sure stretchy. He was sung around his brother's waist. Now Brad dressed, and left whistling a happy melody.
Chad was furious. He was also in pain, and worst of all, in the dark of his big brother's trousers, he started to doze off.
Chad woke with a start. He was lying by the family pool soaking up some rays. He had the weirdest dream. Had to have been a dream. No a nightmare. He had been a male stripper's costume. Then his brother Brad had caught him. Then repeatedly jerked off inside him. Then had worn him? Oooh, what had he been drinking. He had the mother of all hangovers. He tried to sit up. He couldn't.
A giant hand descended on him. It wasn't a dream! The nightmare was real! Or maybe he was still dreaming. The hand adjusted the manhood inside him. His wearer stood up, and dove into the pool. Chad held his breath, but soon realized clothing didn't breathe the way humans did.
Chad tried communicating, but his wearer couldn't hear. Was it Brad? Chad wasn't sure. Probably. Or maybe Max was wearing him, and the episode with Brad was a dream? But why would Max be at Chad's house swimming in his pool? Brad was on the college swim team, so he often swam laps for hours. How had Brad managed to hear Chad before?
Cum. When Brad came, his semen formed some kind of circuit, so he could hear Chad. So if Chad could get the wearer to cum, maybe he could talk to him. Get him to help. Ooh, but cum was like Vodka. One drink was okay, but too many- ooh, his head.