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Briefs Breaking Boundaries

Part 1

for Kirbutashi

by Draconicon

Eyrick was still floating on some strange cloud of musk and haze, his thoughts moving slowly, his head so fogged up with lustful smog that it was hard for him to think of anything. Even the breeze of fresh air coming across the plaza outside the clothing store didn't mean anything to him at first, considering that his mind was still deep down in the needy, horny, panting place that his possessed undergarments had placed him.

He didn't know how this had happened. A red nightgown, a red bra, a red pair of stockings...and the red briefs, the source of all of this, the center of all this corruption. That was what he wore, and if he had been less inebriated by his own fumes, he might have been more embarrassed about being completely exposed in front of so many people.

But he wasn't aware, and so he wasn't embarrassed. Not yet, at least.

They piloted him, his body unable to put up any resistance as he was dragged into the public eye. The passersby that walked through the plaza didn't notice him at first, more intent on getting wherever they were going, but he still felt the occasional eye on his cock, his oversized cock in the too-tight underwear. It was pressed tight to the front of his briefs, the head curled down over his balls and backwards, oozing precum along his taint and dripping down along his legs when it was able to seep past the leg-holes of his underwear.

"Nnngh...mmmph..."

He felt almost like how he imagined a zombie would feel as he stumbled forward, barely conscious of what he was doing, completely piloted around by his own clothing. Now and then, his arms moved on their own, reaching down, cupping himself, rubbing his cock through his underwear -

No, not quite. Not quite rubbing that, but rather rubbing around it, teasing the y-front opening of his briefs and giving it a teasing stroke much like a woman caressing her lips, or tapping a finger to her chin. When he did that, when his arms moved on their own, they would stroke that spot, tap it, and his hips would push to the side.

"Nnngh..."

Stop moaning.

"Nnngh...why..."

Because it sounds ugly, little model.

"Mmmph..."

I know you feel good, and I know I am ravishing, but please, stop drawing attention to you. They're supposed to look at me.

Eyrick groaned again, trying to obey, but not entirely knowing why he was. There was something off there, something that he felt like he should know. Why...why would he want to obey...

Why would he want to obey the one that had done this to him?

A breeze of fresh air crossed the plaza, and as it did, it pushed some of the raw, sexual scent that had permeated the air around him to the far end of the square. He had a moment to breathe, even as those unfortunate enough to be caught in the fumes were left gasping and hacking for breath. They waved their hands through the air, some of the males popping boners, others panting and shivering, and some others still starting to leave stiff little peaks in their blouses.

Eyrick stopped in his tracks, grabbing the edge of one of the parking guards that kept any vehicles from pushing into the square. He held on for dear life as he felt his briefs tightening again, shaking his head rapidly.

"Nnngh...let me go, please! Please, this isn't -"

Oh, dear, dear, dear. You're awake again?

"You can't do this!"

Oh, I can. And I will.

And he felt the briefs taking hold of him again, squeezing down on the base of his cock for a moment before opening at the y-front. Beneath the dressing gown, they puffed, sending out a massive plume of yellow-green fumes, filling up the interior of the garment with something like chemical warfare. The smell went right up to the neckline, hitting him in the nose. He breathed in and his cock pulsed, throbbing hard, oozing even more with the sweat and slime that it had taken to producing.

For a moment, he was completely blank brained. When he was conscious again, his arms had completely let go of the guard pole, and he had been turned to stand with his ass against it, his legs half-spread, the bulge of his cock and balls all too visible to anyone that happened to be walking by.

"Mmmph..."

I knew it, little model. You enjoy being under my thumb.

"You don't even have hands."

No, but I don't need them, as long as I can play with this.

He could feel 'her' pressing the fabric of his briefs against his cock, shivering as the slimy embrace of the fabric pulled at him, tugging his cock, working it over again and again and again. Each time that she stroked it, he could feel his breath coming that much faster, that much hotter, and he shivered, his legs shaking and nearly dropping him to his knees. If it wasn't for the fact that he was being supported and almost controlled by the various pieces of cursed clothing up and down his body, he might very well have dropped to all fours right then and there.

As it was, they posed him again, making him lean back, and then lean forward, as if he was some slut showing off her cleavage. Eyrick's face burned bright red as the various people walking across the plaza finally noticed the freak standing in their midst, ranging from various humans to males and females of different anthro species. All eyes were on him, and more specifically, on the reddened bulge down below.

Red.

Slimy.

Huge.

Particularly huge, considering that the shaft was pushed down between his legs, the head so far back that he was almost penetrating his own asshole. Porn stars would have loved to have the size of cock that he did, and the fact that it was throbbing and oozing, still completely soft despite all the stimulation and excitement, was just one more sign of the corruption and humiliation that the spirit of the briefs was putting him through.

Now, don't start defying me again.

"Nnngh...I...I don't..."

Ah, but you do. You love being humiliated, my little model. You love being put in your place.

"Nnngh..."

Now...march...prance.

The feeling of having his briefs push him along was bad enough, but the feeling of his hands darting down between his legs, batting his cock from side to side, framing his bulge, was worse. He could see all kinds of freaked-out faces staring his way, some of them framed by phones as they called for the cops, or security, or any number of other problems. Eyrick shivered, trying to hold onto the fear that he might be thrown in jail for years for this kind of public indecency, but at the same time...

At the same time, all that pleasure, all that need, all that arousal kept burning hotter and hotter between his legs. His breath caught in his throat, and the more he panted, the more that he breathed in the spirit's corrupting, controlling fumes.

Forward, the spirit ordered, and forward he went.

The world was a haze again, and when he managed to get his breath back, it was mostly due to the spritzes of a few different perfume scents in the air. It cut through the raw musk and sweat smell that came from below, and he gasped for it, shaking his head and shoving his face into the mist clouds in desperation.

It was enough. Just barely, but it was enough to clear his head.

As he gasped through the sickly sweet of the perfume dotting his face, he saw that he had been stopped by the local security for the shop. They had assembled a line of blue-vested men and males before him, each one shaking their heads at him.

"Sir, you're going to have to leave. This is not the right place for you," the chief officer, a wolf, said. "If you do not comply, we will be forced to call the police."

"Oh, do."

The words didn't come from his throat, but rather, down from the y-front of his briefs. Once more, he gasped and shivered, biting his lips to keep from moaning even louder than he already wanted to. The feeling of the fabric slipping and sliding around his shaft didn't make that easy.

All eyes went down, and it got even worse as they stared at the massive bulge between his legs, at the spirit that had possessed it, and the dripping that was going on constantly. His cock was so large that it rested behind his balls - or rather, the head did - and that meant that he was constantly dripping back there, looking all the more feminine as a result. He shivered as his hands were pulled down, one side cupping his balls, the other stroking along the side of his shaft the way that a woman might have caressed her own cheek.

"Oh, you think that you can stop me, do you?" his y-front 'said,' the fabric shifting and sliding over his cock, pulling tight and then loosening up, exposing bits and pieces of his shaft again and again. The green-yellow fumes rose and fell, drifting through the air. "Hmmm, hmmm, so dull."

"What...that's...that's impossible."

"Ever so possible, darlings. Now, get out of my way. I have business here."

"Someone, call the police. Call them - MMMPH!"

In the space of less than a second, the briefs took control again, this time forcing him to lift the edge of his nightgown and thrust his hips forward. Somehow, she controlled his cock to such an extent that it flipped right out of the front of his briefs like a cannon, firing a burst of pre-cum right into the wolf's mouth.

He fell backwards, and even as he did, his cock started rising. The splatter of cursed seed over his chest and down his blue vest pulled the clothes tighter around his body, making him sweat, making him reek of more and more masculine musk. The stains of sweat soaked his outfit to him, or perhaps that was just the curse spreading through his clothes, making it worse, making it stronger as it spread down his body.

The other officers pulled back, but it was too late for them. Eyrick was made to step forward, his cock slowly getting sucked back into the briefs, impossibly fast and impossibly flexibly for something that should have been rock hard. Even as it was tucked back between his thighs, he walked up to the other officers. His hands reached out, guided by the briefs, and the curse spread as he brought one hand after another down to his briefs.

Poof.

Puff.

Poof.

Puff.

'She' emitted more and more of the cursed gasses that spread through the air, making them shiver, groan, and moan as their clothes began to warp and change. Their shoes became high-heels, their socks stockings. They showed garter belts on their legs, and their pants pulled up, up, up, turning into a new pair of underwear that cupped them nearly as much as his pair did to him.

"Ah...oh...god..."

There is no god. There is only me. Now, prance.

And in the thickening smell of the corruption around him, he had little choice but to do just that. His slime oozed down through the fabric of his briefs, thickening the air further still, and he panted as he breathed it in.

The world shimmered around him, his awareness fading in and out depending on just how horned up he was and how close they were to a different scent. Sometimes, he would breathe in, and due to the air conditioning or the smell of other perfumes, he would find himself able to think for a short time, be aware. Other times, he would slowly fall back into the spell of their corruption, barely more aware than the clothes that hung on hangers around him.

He saw the spirit doing many different things, the curse spreading to different clothing all around him. Red. Red. Red. It was always red, the entire boutique turning a bright, glowing crimson as the various different pieces of apparel took on the same curse as what he wore. Somehow, he knew that any woman that arrived would find themselves hyper-stimulated, growing, shifting, becoming some sort of servant to the curse just as he had become.

She took him to the back of the boutique, finding more of the bras, better ones than the one in the clothing store that they had just left, and inserts, as well. Eyrick was just barely conscious as she had him lean down, picking up two large pieces of silicone wrapped in silk, and he shivered as she made him put them in place, lodging them right inside the bra.

"Why..."

I do want you to look half as good as I do. It's not enough, really, but it's better than nothing.

"Monster..."

Not anywhere close, darling. Come.

Another moment of hazy fading, another moment of coming back later. She had him standing over a table of accessories, little mid-tier rings and earrings. With a huff, she had him lean forward, swinging his bulge up and over the side, oozing through the fabric, dripping through and onto the glass surface.

The clenching fabric sent a shiver down his spine as he felt himself being forced to...not cum, he supposed, but ooze, drip, spread more of the corrupting, cursed fluids across everything. The gemstones on the rings started to shine a brighter red, and the earrings clicked where they would slide through different holes. They twitched, whispering, spreading a feeling of domination with them.

And then...she made him wear them.

The first ring was bad enough, spreading a sort of red nail polish color across his fingernails, and he shivered as he realized that his fingers were dancing, twitching, moving on their own. They seemed almost like they were slightly longer, more dainty and feminine, and he didn't know how to deal with that. All he knew was that they were not doing what they were supposed to, and they were making him feel...

Making him feel rather...

Helpless.

He shivered as she made him take one of the earrings, too, and for a half-second, he thought she was going to make him jab it through his ear, but there was nothing to worry about that. Instead, she had him turn around, approaching one of the security guards that was still panting, shivering, shaking from the transformation that his clothes were undergoing. He knelt at the fox's side, and the y-front of his briefs parted again, the speaking happening once more.

"You're trying to stay free. That won't do."

"Nnngh...fuck...fuck," the fox grunted.

"You'll never get out of this, but I don't want to wait for you to finish."

"I...you..."

"Now, let's put that mind to better use. Adoring me."

He was panting by the time that she finished talking, and was barely able to watch as his new, ringed fingers reached down and pressed the earring to the fox's flicking ear. It passed through the flesh without causing any blood or pain, and as it did, it shimmered bright red. Crimson appeared at the tips of both of the fox's ears, and his eyes flashed, his mouth hanging open.

Almost immediately, his cock throbbed harder in his pants, spewing so much pre-cum that it looked like he was pissing himself. His head turned, fixing on Eyrick and the briefs he wore, and the fox moaned.

"Mistress..."

"There, you see?" his briefs asked, incidentally kissing and nudging at his cock as they moved, green-yellow gasses flying from the hole in his briefs. "So much better."

"So much better."

"All mine."

"All yours."

"Forever."

The little phrases left Eyrick shivering from the implications. If the curse could take someone, could reduce them to this point without even having to be worn, that was a bad sign. What if they were able to spread past the different bits of accessories and garments in the store? What if she didn't need him? What if she could just spread like a virus, each touched person slowly breaking down and becoming her plaything, able to spread throughout the world without even needing him? It would mean that every touched, cursed person would be a contamination source, and they would be able to spread everywhere, exponentially, worse than any plague.

The curse had been unleashed. Was there any pinning it up again?

"What..." Eyrick shivered. "What are you?"

Oh, you want to know? the cursed thing teased him, whispering in his mind rather than teasing his dick again. I'm something that you'll never entirely understand.

"But...but..."

Hush. No need to talk. Just obey.

"I...please...I don't want this..."

Haven't we gone through this enough times, by now? You don't have to want this. But I do.

She made him stand up, making him shiver as she pulled on a few more accessories. A necklace that was as good as a collar, a pair of anklets that were as good as shackles. He was lucky, he supposed, that she didn't decide to put him into some sort of high-heeled torture device.

Eyrick groaned every time that he smelled the fumes that she made him make, every time that she took control of him down there, forcing his cock to ooze, to sweat, to pulse, to throb. There was a constant flood of sexual hormones through him, making it harder and harder for him to think, making him focus on the pleasure, on the musk, on the thick scent in the air rather than the things that the curse was making him do.

He barely noticed when they walked out of the boutique, and certainly didn't hear the calling and cries of the other men and women in the plaza. Hell, he barely noticed when they left the plaza again and left a series of back-up dancers behind them, all of them wearing the same sort of cursed lingerie, crimson-red.

What he did notice was the smell of coffee cutting through the smell of his own scent, though not by much. His eyes rolled as he brought his attention back to the world in front of him, and his eyes went wider and wider still as he realized that he was standing over a cup of coffee, his cock oozing a long string of silver pre-cum into it as the man holding it - another human, like him - stared dumbly at what was happening before him.

"I...I'm sorry," Eyrick said.

It was the dumbest possible thing that he had ever imagined coming out of his mouth, but really, what else could he say? That he was doing this on purpose? That he was compelled? That he was helpless? Nobody talked about a curse like this, nobody believed in cursed garments.

And yet, even as he was made to stroke his cock, milking his pre-cum into the cup, nobody stopped him. All around him were hazy eyes, the minds and bodies of the different clients in the coffee shop completely dulled to the world around them. There was no reality for them to distinguish this madness from, just this strange, heady place.

The only reason he wasn't so far gone as them was the fact that the scent was still mostly his own, and that he was used to it. He could still think, still mentally function to some degree.

And for that reason, he was able to take his hand from his cock. That, of course, did not sit well with the briefs around his hips and cock.

Mmmm, getting delusions of independence, still?

"This is wrong. Please, at least...if you have to do this, just do it to me," Eyrick said.

How noble.

It sounded like she was laughing at him. She probably was.

But that doesn't matter to me.

"It's wrong!"

Nobody seems to mind.

"That's because they're brain-zombies."

Oh, hardly. Your scent isn't that strong - yet. But you can see them yourself.

"They're...they're just staring."

Look again.

He did. Their eyes were glazed over, yes, but there was something else to it, something that made him shiver even more. Under every table, either a boner or a wet pussy could be seen, something that was pitched or drooling, something that throbbed or pulsed. The scent, the thick musky smell, the fumes that touched and affected everything, were going to work and altering the minds and preferences of all those assembled.

It wasn't that they didn't mind or didn't have any choice in the matter. It was that the scent made them not care. It made them want it, slowly, bit by bit, giving them reason to enjoy what they were seeing.

And as he realized that they were altering reality this much, he realized, too, that the pre-cum from his cock had never stopped drooling...and that the coffee inside the cup was becoming something else.

Blorp, blorp.

He stared, eyes wide, as he watched the creature rising from the coffee cup. It was something not unlike some sort of slime monster from a video game, except that it was a hell of a lot more dirty-looking. The coffee brown was mixed with the shimmering slime of his pre-cum, and it dragged itself free of the coffee cup and made its way over to the edge of the table. Each extension of its body was another reminder of its unnatural nature, another show of force and power and sheer magical corruption and strength. It made him shiver, and it made him hard.

This all belongs to me...and you will see my power...

The briefs expanded, pulsing as they released another puff of the fumes held within, the green-yellow gasses spreading through the store. Coffee cups came to life and wobbled along. Baguettes that were waiting to be cut lifted up and floated slightly, like large floating phalluses. Everyone just stared around as if it were completely normal, some of the men starting to reach down and touch themselves, adding to the oozes already starting to fill their pants.

Eyrick groaned, shaking his head, trying to find the strength to act. The spirit still had him under its control, forcing him to obey, and it marched him to the back of the counter, to where the other clerks were. He had more of the enchanted, cursed rings in hand, and he was made to slide them down the fingers of the staff. They moaned each time that he gave them one, and there was more and more of a smell of pre-cum and other musks in the air, almost as if they were getting aroused as they were infected, corrupted, possessed by the cursed items.

And then, he was made to turn to the various things in the bakery stand. The cafe was stocked with all kinds of donuts and desserts, and his cock slowly pushed free of the y-front of his briefs, feeling more and more like a magic wand every time that it did that. The whole thing was soaked in a sheen of slime and pre-cum and all kinds of other things, and he barely had the mental capacity to register how very messy it had become.

Mostly because, as he stared, it was already in the process of converting everything in the cupboard into something of a living version of itself.

Donuts began to spring upwards, lifted on legs that were not dissimilar to that of a spider made out of sprinkles. Maple bars and eclairs burst down the middle, flying on wings of cream filling and icing. Cookies crumbled and formed together again as nasty little bat-things, taking wing and flying around the cafe, looking for something to feed on -

No, to feed themselves to. He watched in shock as one of the bat-cookies slammed into the mouth of a slack-jawed wolf, forcing itself down the wolf's throat and into his stomach. The wolf groaned, his head arched back, his mouth hanging further and further open...

And his cock throbbing ever harder in his pants, spitting pre-cum into them, soaking the front almost as badly as Eyrick's own briefs had been soaked and soiled.

It was too much. Far too much. In the moment where the spirit of the briefs was distracted, Eyrick finally grabbed for his dick. He shoved his hands into his underwear, trying to push them down -

Oh, naughty, naughty...

The note of displeasure was clear, but Eyrick didn't care. He had to stop this, had to get himself free, had to -

Clench.

The waistband of his underwear squeezed down on his hands, trapping them where they were, holding them in the swamp of slime and musk and sweat that surrounded his expanded cock and balls. He groaned under his breath, trying to wiggle his hands free, but they were trapped too tightly for him to do anything.

The only positive was that the musk and haze had faded enough for those that had been held victim to it to get to their feet and run. They weren't completely safe, Eyrick imagined, but at the very least, they were not going to be trapped here, made worse by the second as the spirit got stronger and stronger, using more and more of its abilities to warp reality and turn them into...

Whatever it was trying to turn them into. He didn't really know what that was, just yet.

Mmmm, my, my...you really do not know how to listen to orders, do you?

"I...can't..."

Can't what? Obey? You will...oh, you will.

The briefs turned him around, marching him to the back of the cafe. As soon as they were out of sight, the nightgown went up, and the back of his underwear was pulled to the side. Eyrick yelped as, for the first time, his ass cheeks were completely exposed, his eyes going wide as some of the other foods in the room were coming to life. Eclairs, donuts, bread, all kinds of baked goods moving around.

One of the loaves of bread came to life faster than the others, flying into the air and flitting behind him. The spirit bent him over a table, his body completely slipping out of his own control as his hands were pressed firmly to the base of his own shaft, kept there, made to swim in the slime and slippery mess down there, and then -

"Ah...NNNNGH!"

He yelped and shouted at the pressure of the loaf of bread. It was a narrow piece, something meant more as a dipping bit of bread than a sandwich, but it was still more than he expected. He tried to shake himself free, but the briefs held him pinned as the baked good forced its way between his ass cheeks.

"W-wait! WAIT! I'm sorry, I won't - NNNGH!"

It pushed again, this time getting the very tip past his pucker, getting further and further into him. All the slime that he'd been oozing through the day had clearly lubed up his other end very well, and it was just enough for it to pass in without it being agony. He gasped, his mouth hanging open as his cock throbbed just beneath the bread, feeling it oozing more and more, sliming up the possessed, semi-living bit of baked goods.

You will learn to obey, his briefs said. You will do what you are told.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

And until you learn...you will be punished.

Being fucked with food was a surprisingly humiliating sentence, and he lowered his head further and further as he struggled to hold back from screaming and moaning at the same time. His mouth hung open as he was rutted over and over again, and his eyes rolled back as he felt his shaft dribbling more than usual.

Rather than being allowed to cum just then, though, he had his shaft slid through the y-front once more, gummed at as it slipped out. One of the longer pastries was dropped in front of him, grinding against the head of his shaft like some sort of fleshlight, and he moaned.

"N-no, please, no, don't make me - MMMPH!"

The bread pushed in, and the pastry pushed down, the still-warm dough caressing his cock from all sides. Despite its size being much-increased, his shaft just barely fit inside the jumbo-sized pastry, leaving him gasping at the silky, slimy, messy grip that it had on his cock.

Even as his mouth hung open, donuts flew to his face, crawling along his arms and over his cheeks, up to his mouth before shoving themselves in. The corrupted baked goods all but committed suicide to jam themselves down his throat, making it clear that he would be used, that he would be made to obey one way or another.

There was no way that he could stop them.

Forward, back, forward, back. Every time that he felt the bread pulling out, he was made to thrust forward, and every time that he pulled out of the pastry, the bread wrecked his hole once more. In, out, in, out, using him, breaking him in, his eyes rolling back as his perpetually-full balls swayed between his legs. The briefs kept them contained, his mind being slowly warped, conditioned, broken down with the pleasure that was being forced on him.

In some ways, this was worse than the musk. It made him fall further, further, further, just from the raw feeling of being controlled and pleasured. He couldn't get away from it. He couldn't breathe in or hold his breath or take in a different smell to get rid of it. He couldn't get away from her minions or her power.

He was her model, and that was all there was to it.

She rocked him back and forth, raining pastries and donuts and other desserts into his mouth. His eyes closed just to keep the raining sugar from coating him and smearing across his vision, but it was the pleasure around his cock that utterly consumed him. Forward, back, forward, back, each time feeling that throbbing get that little bit stronger, that little bit more intense. Forward, back, forward, back, each time feeling it getting that bit closer to climax, but sure that she wasn't going to let him go over the edge.

It wasn't until he was right there, right on the edge, that he realized that she actually was.

If she was going to let him blow, that meant that something would happen to him after. This was not a reward, and would never be. Eyrick tried to slow down, but his hips were no longer his own, his body jiggled as he was force-fed, and the bread bred him again and again until -

"NNNGH!"

He came, and as he did, he felt the pastry stop, freezing over his shaft. The long bar of dough slowly settled tighter around his shaft, squeezing it from all sides as he kept cumming, spurting, oozing. And as he did, it slowly oozed outwards, tendrils of some sort wrapping around his middle.

Just like the others, it was coming alive.

He coughed, sputtering as the other desserts stopped thrusting their way down his throat, and he opened his eyes in both fear and hope. As he looked down, that hope died.

What clenched around his cock was a mockery of a pastry bar. Instead of a simple little dessert, it was an angry-looking cylinder, one that was filled to bursting with his 'cream,' and which had formed legs out of its own, tendril-like things that it was using to lift itself from his waist to his face. He whimpered, staring at it as it rose higher and higher, until the soggy end was pointed at his face.

Time for you to learn...you will obey.

It was forced into his mouth, salty rather than sweet, and he groaned as it all but face-fucked itself down his mouth and into his throat. His head hung limp, his will broken. His cock slowly slithered back into his briefs, and his body once more obeyed the briefs' commands as he was turned around. The y-front flexed, rippling as it spoke.

"Now...whoever's watching from the front...come here so I can see you."

The End

Summary: Eyrick's peril with the cursed underwear continues in some insane ways.

Tags: M/solo, M/cursed clothes, Humiliation, Embarrassment, Lingerie, Underwear, Body Control, Musk, Cock Growth, Fucking, Orgasm, Reality Manipulation, Series, Mind Control, Sweat, Bulge, Crossdressing, Public, Exhibitionism,