Dustin realized it wasn't his body that was changing...at least, not yet. The sensation he felt was his clothes falling from his body as his t-shirt and jeans turned to sand and cascaded off his body melting away as it hit the floor. He was momentary disappointed because he loved the way those jeans molded so nicely to his butt and made the ladies, and not a few guys, admire. Then the reality of a pissed off brother with powers reared up and he looked into Ty's stormy face. Dustin stood there in his blue boxer briefs as his brother looked at him critically shaking his head.
"You hung me on the wall in my underwear for...I don't know...how long?!" He held his arms out displaying his bikini briefs and waved at Dustin's undies. "Those won't do." Dustin felt the odd sensation of his skivvies morphing from long-legged boxer briefs into short-legged trunks into briefs and then further into a snug pair of skimpy briefs. Dustin had watched the transformation and for a second admired himself how the tight abs lead down to lean hips and that the briefs framed his package just right. He mentally snapped out of it realizing he was in denial distracting himself from whatever revenge Ty decided to inflict.
Ty looked at the wall and a large frame suddenly appeared. "Let's see how you like hanging on the wall in your underwear for a couple of weeks."
Dustin gasped as suddenly felt the wall against his back and realized he was a few feet off the ground. He immediately started to slide down the wall and felt his underwear slide up his ass only to come to a painful halt as he settled into a massive wedgie. He was now hanging on the wall in his underwear but in a different way than Ty had.
Ty folded his arms and looked at his wall project/wedgied brother. "I wished that the underwear is indestructible so it may stretch a bit but it won't ever rip. I also turned off your bodily functions for now so you don't make a mess of things while you're hanging there. Now you're going to have plenty of time to think about what you did."
Dustin just hung there and moaned in discomfort. His feet slid down the wall as he tried to relieve the pressure through his crotch and ass but to no avail. He couldn't even feel what his modified undies were hooked to. As miserable as he was, his concern increased when he noticed Ty shaking his head.
"You know. This isn't quite right. I think I need to make some more changes." Mischief gleamed in Ty's eyes as he turned a critical eye to his art piece.