My Desired Costume

Jack groaned as he rolled his head upright, heavy with a case of grogginess. He hadn't felt this bad after a night out in months. He wasn't even partying wild like his college days, it was only a few drinks with friends. He hadn't reached that age already, had he? But he couldn't remember any specifics. The whole night was a blur. Except for one moment. He left to use the restroom, when he bumped into someone he recognised. Someone that made him feel uneasy. Someone unwanted... But for the life of him, he couldn't remember anything. He gulped, he'd heard stories of people being drugged and assaulted. Was he another victim? Had this mystery person done something to him? Did they spike him? His heart sank at the thought. 

Yet as he tried to tried up to his face to rub the sleep from his eyes, he realised something most unsavory. He couldn't move his arms at all. The shock cleared his mind, allowing him to recognise the danger he was in. He was stood upright, his arms tired behind his back, his feet bound together and locked to the ground. He struggled to break free or even move from his spot, but it was no use. He was stuck. With a sigh, he looked around his environment uneasily. He wasn't just anywhere, he was in his own bedroom.

But who would drug and kidnap someone, only to leave them in their own home? There was only one way to find answers. Jack gulped and cleared his throat. "Hello?" He cried out, just loud enough for a would-be murderer to hear him. "Is anyone there? What's going on!?" There was a sudden bump in the room next door, followed by heavy footsteps that padded straight toward the bedroom door.

The door creaked open, and Jack braced himself for the murderous brute that would be on the other end. But with a bit of courage, he managed to cinch his eyes open. He yelped in genuine surprise In the doorway was his next door neighbour! A rather short, rotund lad with shaggy blond hair and a bad case of acne. Barry, or Boris, or something... Benny? He'd seen the teen many a time around the apartment complex, and he always seemed to be leering at him. Usually Jack ignored it, but it always made him uncomfortable. He didn't mean any harm, after all. Or, at least, that was before he was stripped naked and tied up in his bedroom.

"Ah, you're awake," the teen sighed. "That's a shame, I was hoping you'd stay knocked out..."

"You tied me up? You took all my clothes!? What the fuck, man!"

"Well, you wouldn't comply with me at the bar, so I had no other choice." The color drained from Jack's face. That was right, it was the teen that he ran into the previous night. He'd been seeing him around town more and more, but that was the last straw. Jack accused the kid of stalking him, and was about to leave when he produced that syringe... The teen paced in the room, and chuckled to himself. "I used a little hypnosis concoction I created, all I had to do was give you the commands, and voila. I didn't have to touch a single hair on your pretty, little body."

"Right, I just stripped myself and tied myself up because The Amazing Brody told me to."

"Brady, not that it matters... And I didn't tell you to strip. You did that of your own accord. Not that I'm complaning... I merely enchanted the ropes to keep you nice and snug."

"You're talking shit, you fucking shit-talker! You actually expect me to believe you?"

"You don't have to. It's all thanks to this, really." Brady produced a little booklet from his back pocket, an unassuming brown with silver lettering. WORKING WITH ALCHEMY. "I found it in a thrift store, and thought it was kinda kitschy at first. But then I tried making my own elixirs, and they actually worked! A whole new world of possibilities opened up to me. And with it being Halloween, the veil between our world and the spirit world is at its thinnest. Which means I can achieve things only possible in my wildest dreams..."

Jack shivered. What was this brat going to do to him? He'd already been drugged and allegedly hypnotised. Brady was, what, sixteen? Eighteen? He wouldn't do anything uncouth, surely...

Brady chuckled. "Don't worry, What I have in mind for you is much worse than what you're picturing. You see, I'm still looking for a Halloween costume. And you are just what I had in mind."

"What? No..."

"I don't know if you've ever noticed, but I have a little crush on you." Jack had, in fact, noticed. It wasn't exactly subtle. But teens had crushes, so he used to let it slide whenever he noticed the kid watching him from afar. Who knew it would end up like this? Brady continued, "But the more I watched and followed you, seeing you live your life, I realised something. I didn't love you, I envied you. A sexy, wholesome man. A pastry chef, and part-time model. So many friends and people who loved you. And that was when I knew I had to become you by any means necessary." With a little flourish, Brady revealed another syringe filled with a golden liquid. "With the help of this elixir, I'm going to make it happen. I'm going to become Jack Redwood!"

Jack stared dumbfounded at the creep. "Y-you can't! One, magic doesn't exist! Two, you look nothing like me! Three, there can't be two of us at the same time! What about your family, your friends? If you went missing, and I'm acting different, then the jig is up for you. Brady, please..."

"I've done all the proper calculations, and if I'm right, Brady will no longer exist. You will no longer exist. There will only be me, the new Jack." And with that, Brady swooped toward his stunned prey.

There was no time to react. Jack flinched as the cold needle pierced his neck. But the sudden burst of pain was immediately dulled, until only the shock of the situation remained. A peculiar numb sensation swept through his body until he couldn't feel a single thing. Not the wall against his back, the carpet beneath his feet the rope that binded his arms and legs. Nothing. He tried to open his mouth to scream, shout, wail, but it was as if it were full of cotton. All he could do was stare at Brady, his eyes pleading for hope or compassion. But the teen merely smiled that wicked smile.

With a sudden jolt, Jack's legs collapsed beneath him. He sank to the ground, his back sliding down the wall, caught in slow-motion. Once he hit the ground, an abnormally soft thud that didn't even register any sort of sensation, Jack's eyes darted to his legs, and his heart stopped. He hadn't just collapsed, his legs had simply shrivelled into paper-thin flaps that were rapidly receding up into his torso. He tried to scream once more, but his lips were sealed tight, not even a moan could escape. He twisted his head in a panic, his eyes locked onto the wall of mirrors that hid his wardrobe. It wasn't just his legs, his arms were similarly distorted, flattened into two strips that wobbled uneasily against his hips. Even his cock and balls were collapsing into themselves until nothing remained. He tried to look away from the disturbing reality, but he could no longer move his head. He tried to close his eyes, but they were locked in place. All he could do was watch as the horror unfolded before him.

This was just a nightmare, Jack concluded. It had to be. He had drunk too much and was experiencing a larger than life nightmare. That was why he felt no pain, very soon he would wake up in his bed, and all would be right. He wasn't shrinking at a rapid pace, his bedroom expanding around him until he was shorter than even his prized boots. His fleshy block of a torso also wasn't being compressed, his noodle arms twisting back to lock together and merge into what was once his hips, now a seamless band of material as thin as cardboard. And his skull certainly wasn't being flattened into a flimsy fabric, his skin getting paler and sheer, his facial features sinking into oblivion, fading away until all traces of his personhood was nothing but a memory. No, none of this was real. It was a nightmare. He wasn't turning into... He couldn't be becoming... It was only... Only...

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After a brief pause, Brady shuffled over to the spot where there was once a proud human being.  Now, all that remained were a small pile of tied rope, and a pair of white underwear. Gingerly, he nudged a toes against the soft piece of fabric, half expecting it to scream or curse him out. But it merely crumpled in on itself. Releasing a heavy sigh, Brady reached down and picked the undergarments up, turning it around in his hands. "I didn't strike you for something so kinky," he chuckled as he marvelled at the underwear, all that remained of Jack Redwood.

"Well, no point hanging around," he mumbled under his breath. He gently placed his prized briefs on the bedside table, then took off his own clothes, leaving them in a hasty pile on the floor. He picked up the Redwoods, and slid the silky fabric up his pasty legs. He cupped his meagre cock and balls in its inviting pouch, then stood in front of the mirror and pouted at himself. He looked like a squat, stocky teenager in too tight underwear. He didn't feel any different. If anything, he felt ridiculous in his skivvies, alone, in his crush's home. "C'mon, it has to work..." he mumbled under his breath, clenching his fists.

Finally, he turned away from the mirror, dejected. He reached down to the Redwoods, prepared to take them off and put his clothes back on, when a jolt rushed out from the underwear and up Brady's body. He stood upright, his hands to his side. He stared at the bedside cabinet as it slowly but surely sunk below his line of view. He was getting taller. His head bobbed down to see his pudgy torso was melting away as his feet got ever further away from him. "Holy shit!" He hollered at the top of his voice, which crackled with static, two conflicting voices raging in battle.

He rushed towards the full-length mirror once again, almost stumbling over his feet as they inched ever larger beneath his soles. "Yes..." he growled to himself, his fingers clumsily pawing at his changing features, brushing a hand through his shortening hair that was losing its blond sheen, darkening to the pitch black that dwelled in his fantasies. "It's really happening... I'm actually becoming Jack... Fuck, yes!" His goofy grin growing wider as his awful acne melted away, a suave mustache and heavy stubble breaking out across his face in its place, the dark shadow scattering across his sharpening jawline.

He gazed adoringly at his body as the shapeless mound of his former teenaged body was being moulded into the beautiful grooves and muscles of the man he had crushed on for so many years. He groaned under his breath as thousands of dark hairs trickled across his chest and down his abs, giving him a wonderful coating of fur that tickled his fingers as he clutched at his growing pecs with unfound glee. He vibrated as pump after pump of hard-earned muscle pushed out from his biceps and triceps, his thighs radiating outwards as they swelled to tree-trunk proportions. he winced slightly as a large tattoo etched itself onto his upper right arm.

But the main event wasn't over yet. Brady watched with baited breath as the bulge in his fantastical underwear bobbed and quivered into a once believed unfathomable size. He couldn't take the wait much longer. He snatched at his briefs with greedy hands, yanking them down and releasing the python from within.

"Even the tan line..." he muttered with awe as he gazed at his proudly erect cock with an unsatiable hunger. He grasped it with a shaky hand. His eyes rolled back in sheer ecstacy as an explosion of pleasure bounced through his whole body. "It's mine, it's really all mine!" He roared as load after thick load erupted from his dick, splattering the mirror with gusto. With a satisfied grin, Brady took the pouch of his Redwoods and wiped the pink head of his beautiful penis free of any remaining cum before tucking his junk back inside the cotton confines. He prodded the stained fabric with pride, knowing there would be many more to come.

But before he could catch his breath, it appeared the changes hadn't come to an end. An abrupt pain seared through Brady's skull, catching him off-guard. He grabbed at his head, and gritted his teeth. Years and years and years of memories flooded into his brain. Birthdays, and holidays, school and work, family and friends, relationships both good and bad, sports and movies and food and hobbies, all of it was being condensed down into Brady's brain, overwhelming and threatening to make him black out entirely. But after a few intense minutes, the deluge of knowledge trickled down to nothing. Brady closed his eyes for one second, and Jack opened his eyes a second later.

After such an experience, Jack sunk down to his bed, and finally caught his breath. He'd done it. He'd achieved his fantasy, and all it took was a very special pair of underwear. Even now, the existence of that fat, creepy teenager was being whisked away into stardust. Barry, or Boris, or something. Benny? It didn't matter now, he was Jack Redwood, and he was ready to start living his life anew.

He stared down at the underwear that started it all. The Other Jack. If he even still existed within its confines. Jack gave the pouch a little stroke, and smiled. "I have no idea if you're conscious or even still alive. But I want you to know, you will always be my lucky underwear. I'm going to wear you whenever I can, as long as I can. Nothing will tear us apart, even when you inevitably get loose and ragged and frayed." He moaned at the thought, slipping his cock out once more. "Yes, you and my cock are going to have a wonderful relationship..."

He was getting horny once more, but as much as he wanted to spend the night exploring the wonders of his body, it was still Halloween, and he wanted to enjoy it while it lasted. With a heavy sigh, he slid open the wardrobe doors, and scratched at his stubbly chin with a grin. It was time to let the world see the man that Jack Redwood had become.