“Nothing seems to be changing!” you state exasperated as you looked down at your bulky body.
“Maybe it takes time?” your dad asks optimistically as he looked at his own smooth skinny physique.
A tense quarter of an hour passes and still nothing happens. You’re still a beefy middle-aged Sasquatch and your dad is still a scrawny, fresh-faced teen.
You start panicking as the thought of being stuck as a 40 year old beefy man dawns on you. True you had been sick of being a scrawny teen and you had wanted to be an adult but this was just too old. You had wanted to be in your twenties not already past your prime at 40! You had planned to go out with your friends this afternoon but you couldn’t go out like this! They wouldn’t even recognise you!
You start pacing around the room becoming conscious of how the floorboards are creaking under the weight of your footsteps. You become acutely aware of how tight your blue spotted boxers are feeling as your relaxed gut is trying its best to ripped them apart. You’re actually amazed that the boxers held up so far.
“I can’t wait any longer! I need to change these boxers. They’re killing me!”
Your dad looked at how the fabric was riding up your thighs and stretching across your beefy butt and constricting your large package. He was actually sympathising with your predicament. He rummages his closet looking for clean boxers.
“Here have a pair of my boxers and do me a favour put some shorts on until we change back.” He hands you a pair of dark graphite grey boxers and a beige cargo shorts. They seemed so big in your dad’s smaller hands now but as you take them they strangely seemed well proportioned.
You head to the bathroom and reflexively lock the door. You look at yourself in the mirror. This is different from your last transformation – last time round when you had turned into your dad you felt as if you were wearing a mask, as if the person in the mirror wasn’t really you. But this time your unmistakable facial features and your sandy coloured hair, or what was left of it, made it feel too real. You still couldn’t believe how old you looked and that you could actually be stuck like this for good.
You wiggle your butt and thick thighs and with difficulty manage to pull down your blue spotted boxers. You breathe a sigh of relief as the tight boxers come off and your gut and package are freed from their confines. The boxers’ elastic was ruined as you inspected how it didn’t stretch back into place after it was freed from hugging your bulk.
Your beer gut is eclipsing your full view of your adult junk. Jeez no wonder your dad was so happy to get rid of his bloated belly! You glance at your reflection in the mirror and are surprised looking at your new package. Whereas previously you only had a few pubes, your groin is now brimming with sandy pubes. Even your butt is covered in whorls of hair!
Your balls are considerably larger and hanging much lower than you remember them and your schlong is thicker and longer than you ever imagined it could be. They may be your genitals now but for some reason it still felt wrong looking at them.
You slip on your dad’s boxers. They come up without much difficulty. You inspect how they hug your husky butt but is roomy enough for your new package. You slip on the beige cargo shorts and you realise now just how plain-looking your dad’s clothes are.
“Will everything ok in there?” your dad asks through the door.
“Yeah. Coming out.”
You unlock the door and step out.
“Yeah that’s much better,” your dad states. “It was getting a bit awkward seeing my son’s obscene package pressed against those too tight boxers.”
You blush, feeling uncomfortable in the current situation. You realise how loose your dad’s boxers are looking in contrast and that they’re barely holding up on your dad’s now waif-like frame and almost non-existent butt. There is also a lot of extra fabric in the groin area.
“I think you should change your pair as well as they look about to fall off and I really don’t feel like seeing my dad’s junk, however small that now may be.”
It’s now your dad’s turn to blush, feeling self-conscious at the fact that his manhood is now smaller than that of his own son’s.
“I’ll get you some clean boxers from my room. The elastic on the pair I was wearing is ruined,” you state showing him your old stretched pair.
You walk to your room, aware of how your flabby body is jiggling with each of your lumbering steps and of how heavy you feel. You reach your closet and fish out a trendy green striped boxer briefs which was apparently the last clean pair you still had there. You also get a blue shorts and a white V-neck T-shirt with a funky print on it.
You walk back to your parents’ room to catch your dad examining his new teenaged body in the mirror. He blushes again, feeling as if he is caught doing something he shouldn’t have been doing. You hand him the pair of boxers and he hops in the bathroom just closing the door. He doesn’t take long and he’s soon out quite happy with himself wearing the figure-hugging boxer briefs. He puts on the tight blue shorts and the white V-neck. He doesn’t look half-bad in them you think to yourself. Who could have imagined your bulky dad had been a lean stunning-looking teen?