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[b][u][center]Briefs Breaking Boundaries

Part 2

for Kirbutashi

by Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Eyrick was so beaten down that he was barely an observer. Feeling things was as far as he could manage, and hearing things was almost beyond his capabilities. Thoughts? Interests? Fear? So little was able to penetrate the fog of utter lust and desire and need that the briefs and their cursed passenger had inflicted him with, and his body moved as the puppet that it had become to face towards the front of the cafe. He was dragged along, more of a passenger than before, for though his head maintained some semblance of freedom of speech, it was nothing compared to the slavery that had descended over his body.

As they stepped back into the front part of the cafe, he was finally made aware of the other person there. The presence that the briefs had detected stood just a few feet inside of the cafe, arms crossed, smirking, in the shape of a fox. No, a kitsune, Eyrick realized belatedly, a multi-tailed trickster that looked at him -

No. No, not at him, but at the briefs.

"My dear...my darling...my mistress," the kitsune said.

"Taro? Oh, my goodness, is that you, Taro?"

"Yes...so long in coming, but finally here. As are you."

"Mmmm, so long since we've last spoken. Come. Let me see you again."

They moved towards each other, the shifting briefs pulling him along as the fox likewise stepped between the empty tables. They met in the center of the cafe, and Taro went to his knees, smiling as he faced the bulging y-front of Eyrick's underwear, staring right at the swollen, sweat-soaked bulge that loomed before him.

"You have done great work again, mistress."

"Oh, indeed, though I am so limited right now."

"That will change with time. I can't believe that it's finally come to this."

"Yes, yes. Trapped in those endlessly ripped clothes for so long, drifting along without a proper host. And still without a good one, even now."

There was some part of him that felt like he should have been offended, but he was still far too far gone for his mind to comprehend just what was going on around him. All he knew was the stimulation of the briefs moving along his shaft and balls, the constant teasing going on through the fabric, the way that his head was spinning from his own thick, endless, sweaty and musky scent. It was so powerful, so draining, that there was nothing that he could do against it.

He panted softly, his eyes half-closed as the fox leaned in, the kitsune's muzzle nudging against the y-front. It was almost like a kiss between him and the cursed spirit of the cursed briefs.

"My darling. Have you no thanks for me?" Taro asked.

"For giving me this?"

"For bringing you back."

"After many failures, allow me to remind you."

"Yes, but surely, you must be happy that you have finally succeeded."

"Yes...that [i]I[/i] have. You made me do most of the work."

"And such marvelous work it has been. Come, come, don't be too upset with me. But now, we must take it slower. We have to ensure that you will have the time to make it better, still."

"Slower?"

Eyrick could feel the tension around his cock at that word, could tell that the word offended the thing that had taken control of his life. The kitsune backpedaled, shaking his head.

"Well, yes...not doing nothing of course, and not hiding your glory, but there must be some patience, some understanding of what the limitations of the mortals today are. They aren't ready for someone so powerful and grand as you; they will not understand your wants, your desires."

"Then I will have to make them understand, won't I?" the spirit said.

Eyrick groaned softly, feeling her clenching down slightly around his cock and balls, feeling the briefs tightening and twisting around his rather sensitive genitals. He squirmed, shifting from foot to foot, but neither the kitsune nor the spirit seemed to have any sympathy or awareness of his presence. If anything, they were completely focused on each other, paying attention exclusively to the needs of the other.

The kitsune leaned in, kissing the y-front, his hands molesting the human's cock. The teasing, the touching, seemed to tease the spirit as much as it did Eyrick, and she hummed softly.

"You will, you will, I know. But there is only so much that you can do right now, is there not?"

"That is down to my limitations with this host. I will be able to do much more in short order."

"But let me distract you, my dear. Let me show you...let me show you what I can do for you..."

Another 'kiss', and this time, the y-front kissed back, the briefs pulling him forward slightly so that his hips thrust forward against the fox's face, a kiss for the vulpine trickster. Eyrick groaned, huffing, panting softly. His cock dripped away, adding to the sweat and pre-cum swamp that his underwear had already become, puffing clouds of green and yellow oozing from the front of his briefs every time that the cursed spirit and the fox broke 'lips' with one another.

Taro panted, his eyes wide, his mouth hanging open between the various embraces, his pants bulging already with excitement. He leaned in, licking over the wet fabric, teasing it further. The more that he did, the more that Eyrick felt like some outsider, someone that was witness to the affair of two others, unable to take part, unable to even speak from all that he was going through. It was wrong, deviant, profane, even, but there was nothing that he could do. Too broken, too tired, too exhausted from all that had happened to him, all he could do was suffer the pleasure as it continued, as it got more and more bizarre.

"Mmm...mmm, my darling..."

"Taro..."

"I missed you...and I wished nothing more than to bring you back."

"Mmmph...it's been so...so long since I felt something like this," the spirit whispered.

"I remember your desires, your needs..."

"Then do you remember -"

"I have wanted to do this since this started. I only feared I was no longer worthy of you."

He kissed into the y-front, his tongue seeking further in, and for the first time, Eyrick felt a genuine tongue against his cock rather than just the teasing 'licks' of his juices down there. The human stiffened, arching his back, thrusting his hips forward to put his cock that much closer to the fox -

"Mmm...mmmph..."

"Mmm, it seems that you still have a mouth for this, Taro. My model seems to like what you are doing to my dick."

"I am...quite talented, after all."

"Perhaps you should prove that again, my devoted servant."

He could feel the briefs shifting around again, this time pushing his cock up from below. His balls felt like they were even bigger than they had been, like everything had been swelling inside the cursed clothes. It was a miracle that they hadn't ripped from his own enhanced size, and he realized, briefly, that he was going to see just how big she had made him.

Even when she had made him fuck the pastry, he knew that he hadn't been at full mast. His cock - her cock? - had been allowed to cum to make a point, but he hadn't actually been at full mast, merely at a point where he could keep it inside of the pastry to get to the endpoint. This was something different. This was her...

This was her making her point over Taro, making it clear that she was still the one in charge, and the one that he had to listen to.

As the y-front spread, feeling almost like the opening of a sheath, his cock - her cock? - slid free, the head so broad that he could have pressed his fist over it and it still wouldn't have been as big. He marveled at it even through his daze, and he stared as it kept coming out, sliding further, further, and further free, sliding so far out that he wondered if there could still be more...and yet, of course, there was. It was her cock now, her massive member, the thing that she used to control him and control the world around her. This fleshy magic wand of hers would be whatever size and dimensions that she wanted, regardless of how it strained the body that it was attached to.

He panted as it came free, the flesh soaking wet, oozing with sweat and slime, and it emanated lines of heat. Heat poured off it, making the air shimmer, and he groaned as he realized how hot and musky and sauna-like the interior of his briefs had become. The whole thing was wrong, so very over-sensualized, and yet, there was some part of him that loved it, craved it, needed more of it.

It was when his balls started sliding out, though, when the great, fat orbs started pushing free, that he realized just how huge he had really become. It wasn't just that he had a cock that a horse would have been content with - perhaps even proud of - but his balls that were massive enough to be record-breakers. Elephants had nothing on him. He had balls bigger than cantaloupes, bigger than watermelons. They hung down far, and his orbs were so full, so churningly active, that there was no ignoring them.

As they threw off just as much heat and rank musk as his cock, Taro fell to all fours, staring at the package. He lowered his head.

"I am not worthy, mistress...I am truly not worthy."

The briefs chuckled, but with the shaft poking through, there was no way for them to speak. It was only the throbbing rise of the shaft, the way that it held itself aloft almost like a scepter, that made the message clear.

[i]Prove yourself worthy. I grant you the chance to prove yourself.[/i]

And he went for it. Taro lowered his head, kissing over the tip of Eyrick's too large shaft, pulling it up with his tongue before slowly opening his mouth. It seemed impossible that the narrow vulpine muzzle could take that shaft, let alone anything else, but as Taro leaned in, possibility seemed to go right out the window. Reality bent, twisted, and somehow, the shaft fit inside of his mouth without getting caught on a single tooth.

And he kept pushing forward, forward, forward, taking it right past his tongue and into his throat. Eyrick gasped, almost falling over until the stockings he wore stopped him, taking control, holding him upright. His head lolled back, unable to take what he was seeing and feeling, and he nearly blacked out from the sheer intensity of pleasure as his shaft slipped from mouth to throat, and then further down said throat. Taro bobbed forward, back, forward, back, but every time that he went forward, he went further, and every time he pulled back, it was only a little bit back, not enough to let the shaft slide free, not enough to give it the chance to escape from the constant stimulation.

The whole time, Eyrick was mentally pleading for mercy. There had to be some breaking point for any human being, and he had to be coming close to it now. He had been edged, teased, forced to have so much pleasure, forced through so much humiliation. He wanted to be free. He needed to be free, but the curse was too strong. She had too much power over him, and was paying too much attention.

And the scent...

The scent...

He dropped, falling into the pleasure, almost drooling on his chest as Taro pushed himself forward, taking the whole of his cock down his throat and into his stomach. Eyrick could feel the difference in texture, the way that there was that wiggling tongue near the base of his cock, the way that the throat clenched tight around the middle and upper parts of his cock, how the head popped in and out of a different section that nobody should have been able to feel. Three different types of pleasure, all something that only the biggest cock in the world could have felt.

In, out, in, out, a prisoner to the pleasures of two supernatural beings, a prisoner to their desires that could not escape what they were doing to him.

Forward, back, forward, back, his hips moving on their own, controlled by the briefs, allowed to give rise to the pleasure that they were feeling. His balls, so massive, so inhumanly large, swung around, smacking wetly against the kitsune's face, against his thighs, against anything nearby. If they were any longer, he would have been dragged off his feet, and he could feel the sweaty slime that they touched everything with.

Eyrick was tangentially aware of the reality shifts that were going on all around him. The slime, the sweat, the musk that burned in the air was changing everything around him, altering the tables and chairs, even the floor with a reality-sweeping sense of something breaking. The tables rattled and wobbled out of the way, moving to different spots. The chairs extended their legs, rising up, moving like things out of a dream.

Some even began to take on forms that allowed for bondage, with straps along the legs, with bindings popping out of the tops of tables. Everything that was even slightly touched by the cursed pheromones of the briefs was becoming something different, something terrifying.

The world was altering before her, and that meant that there was only so much time before she changed everything.

Again, Eyrick tried to bring himself back to the fore, but she had pushed him down so hard, and Taro -

"Nnngh...mmmph...mmmph..."

He wasn't sure if it was himself or the kitsune that was moaning at that moment. Perhaps both, in all honesty. They were both slaves to the cursed thing between his legs, the cock and the briefs that contained it. Forward, back, forward, back, always getting that much more intense, as if the time to laze about was gone, and the time to rut and claim was upon them. Forward, back, forward, back, swinging those balls around, bending the time and space of the fox's throat to the pleasure of cock.

In, out, in, out -

In.

Eyrick barely felt the pleasure. It wasn't his, after all, wasn't what he was allowed, but rather the gift of the briefs. They swelled around the base of his shaft, the y-front opening up like lips moaning in pleasure, and his cock - her cock - jumped forward. The head swelled like the flare of a horse's shaft, and his balls pulled up tight, pressed against his groin as they emptied themselves down the fox's throat. Taro swallowed hard, obviously savoring his 'gift.'

The pulsing pleasure of orgasm continued for nearly two minutes straight, though it did nothing to drain the oversized sac that he was carrying around. Eyrick would have long-since fallen unconscious if it weren't for the fact that he didn't have a choice whether he was awake or not. He was there for the long haul, and he was forced to endure the shadow of an orgasm that no man would ever be able to get through on their own. He stood there, panting, shaking, shivering from head to toe, even as it finally faded away.

Taro pulled off the head of her cock, and the shaft finally sent soft again. The fox leaned against them, resting his head on the shaft as the balls were slowly pulled back. They were so big that it was almost like trying to pull it through too small an opening, and several times, Eyrick hissed and whimpered, but the sounds were weak enough that they didn't do anything to make the cursed spirit think twice about what it was doing.

In.

POP!

In.

POP!

And then they were back inside the briefs, rolling down between his legs, once more settling in the slimy swamp inside. For a few seconds, there was a gap in the y-front, a slow waterfall of the sticky, musky slime from inside pouring out, great gouts of green fumes coming free, but the cloth slowly sealed again. Not unlike an asshole coming closed once more after a round of sex with someone particularly large, as a matter of fact.

As Taro panted softly, drooling some of the cursed cock's cum, the shaft slowly pulled back as well, dragging itself up and through the y-front. Once more, it was treated to the feeling of being slurped up like a pasta noodle, and once more, Eyrick endured the pleasure that he was made to feel.

Once it was put away, gummed at the last around the head before being pushed down over and almost under his balls, Eyrick had some semblance of sanity return. Not much, but some, enough to listen to what the pair of supernaturals were saying.

"There...there, am I not worthy?" Taro asked.

"Worthy to serve, of course."

"...But..."

"But we still have much to do."

"But mistress -"

"I have been away from this world for centuries. I [i]will[/i] do as I wish. Reality itself cannot stop me. Why should I fear those that live in it?"

"Mistress - Mistress!"

They were already on the move, with Eyrick being dragged from the cafe and back out into the plaza. The people that had been there, complaining or staring, had long since been morphed into something else. It would have been overly sensualized for a strip-club, for that matter, considering that there were various red clothes that had been shrunk down, pulled tight, turned into little more than fetish-wear for those that wore them. Men were made to show off their cocks and balls in ways that were entirely too immodest for public-wear, and women were showing off their breasts, leaning forward with tops that were skimpier than the slightest of bikini wear.

The whole thing was getting more and more out of hand. The concrete blocks that they walked on were shifting underfoot, every dribbling bit of sweat and cock slime from the red briefs chiseling in lewd designs upon them, leaving them as tributes to the half-man, half-woman that the cursed briefs made him dress as. Eyrick could only just make out what they used to be, almost like some cursed layer of reality that had been all but obscured by the perverted one that the briefs were trying to create.

"Mistress!" Taro shouted, coming up to her side. "I know, you are powerful, but please. Let us go. Let us find a place to hide, to plan, to -"

"Get off me, Taro."

"Please, you can't manage this yet."

"Can't? Can't? You think that you can instruct me?"

"I brought you back. I saved you from the void. Please, indulge me. Let me tell you - let me serve you some more. Allow me my place with you, if nothing else."

"You will have nothing of the sort."

The briefs were never quiet, never stopping their constant teasing, their constant pressure on his junk. Every time that he started to have some sort of moment of clarity, they would push him again, reminding him of the pleasure that they were able to give him, the humiliation of having his cock exposed through the slit whenever the y-front opened enough to show it. His balls were constantly getting jostled around, moved through the slick and the wet and the slime inside, and his cock was not much better. It was like getting a constant blowjob of a very wrong sort, but it was still enough to keep him too distracted, too at a loss to actually fight back.

He flickered in and out of reality, pulled down by the pheromones coming from his crotch, and then released again when there was something to blow them away. They went from the outside plaza to the inside of a department store. Everything that he was made to touch started to tint red, carrying the curse, and the argument continued. Taro was right there, grabbing his hand, pulling him back so that they were facing the kitsune again.

"Mistress, I swear, I can explain, but you can't do this yet."

"Can't. Again this word, can't." The briefs were a torment, angrily bubbling around his cock and balls, buzzing almost as if they were laced with a series of vibrators. "Who are you to tell me that I can't?"

"The one that brought you back."

"After a hundred failures!"

"After you made a mistake last time."

"I? Mistake? You forget your place."

"I - Mistress, please -"

Not once did Taro look the human in the face, always looking down at the briefs, always looking at the stained, swollen y-front of them where the lips of his mistress lay. It was his core, the center of his world, Eyrick was aware, and there was a constant push between them, a desire for something, a requirement of another.

The cursed thing was growing more and more angry, however, and he knew that it wouldn't be long before that spilled out. In fact, the angrier that the cursed briefs grew, the less that they constrained him, and the clearer that he was able to think.

He might...he might have a way out of this, if she could get angry enough.

That anger pressed down into their shaft, starting to make it twitch over his balls, getting stiffer, pressing against the front of his clothes, making it harder and harder to miss. He could feel it swelling with rage, just as much as she was bubbling with it, pre-cum of fury rolling over his balls as it dripped harder and more vehemently.

Taro grabbed him by the wrist again as he was made to touch a couch, starting to spread the curse to furniture rather than people or apparel. The kitsune tried to shake him -

And that pushed Taro's mistress over the edge. Shrieking in rage, she forced his y-front open, and rather than spitting with their shared cock, she forced a glug of the slime inside out. It was a deeply scented mix of sweat and pre-cum, and it hardened as it came in contact with the fox, forcing him back three paces and sealing his feet to the department store floor.

"You will not interfere!" the briefs shouted, and the volume alone left Eyrick moaning.

"You'll be caught!"

"I don't care! Let them come. I will show them the futility of all this. I am the greatest. I will have models galore, and if you think that you will stand in my way, then I will be forced to make you one of them!"

Eyrick was marched away, realizing that they were heading back to the plaza, back to the perverted place...and back to the fountain right in the middle of it. The briefs were already clenching, rolling, smoothing themselves over his balls, trying to calm down, but the fumes and drippings inside, the clenching and releasing, was all the evidence that he needed that the cursed being wasn't able to maintain the control that she wanted.

They walked through the front doors, fumes venting through the leg-holes of his briefs, through the y-front, puffing out like some angry dragon's snorts. She was talking, too, lipping and caressing one part of his cock, but the more that she talked, the harder he got, and she didn't even seem to notice.

"That pompous little - he thinks that I need his protection? His knowledge? I am the breaker of reality. I am the runner of the runway. I make things the way that I want. Reality bows to me. I am the greatest. I am the greatest of them all, and I will not hide from - nnnnnnnngh!"

Suddenly, his erection thrust upwards, tenting the waistband of his underwear, the head grinding just to the sides of the y-front, and he realized that he had a chance. Even as the thick fumes vented all over the place, even as the slime of the swamp inside dripped down his legs and puddled between them, he thrust his hands inside and wrenched himself off his feet. He stumbled sideways, the stockings pushing down to keep him from completely falling over, but they'd left the concrete behind, stepping into the fountain.

"What? What are you - you're broken!" the cursed briefs shouted at him. "You are my model, and you will obey!"

"You've so gotta die..."

Eyrick could barely control himself, but in that emergency venting, in that sudden rage, she wasn't herself. Some of the power that she'd built up with all the fumes, pheromones, and whatever else she had accumulated in his briefs had faded, vented out in the way that she had been so angry, and it meant that she no longer had the same power that she'd been exercising over him. He had the chance to fight back.

He stumbled back and forth in the fountain, splashing water up around his legs even as she tried to trap his hands again. She was trying to get the same sort of leverage that she'd had back in the cafe, trying to force his hands to be trapped, to hold him still so that she could break him again, but there wasn't that same possibility for her. She didn't have all the minions that she had enjoyed in the cafe, didn't have Taro on her side, or the floating pastries, or anything. All she had were the clothes on him, and the corruption that she was bleeding through his leg holes into the water below.

And there was more water than slime, washing it away before it could corrupt the fountain itself.

"You...are going...to obey!" she shouted, gumming and grinding her 'lips' on his cock.

"Not a chance..."

"Do what I tell you!"

"NO!"

She gripped his hands, dragging them through the slime in the public fountain. Eyrick blushed, knowing that there were still those around that were watching, knowing that there were some that would come if the mistress called to them. The world seemed to bend to the will of the briefs more often than it didn't, and he didn't know how much time he had before things turned against him again.

The briefs. She had maintained herself with that, holding onto her cursed self, forcing herself into his body and controlling it through the stained clothes. The last pair had been ripped, locked inside the clothing bin, and he hadn't been cursed until he touched them and the curse transferred to him.

[i]If I can...if I can just...[/i]

He strained his hands against the briefs, but they were so strong. The curse had them stretching, pushed wider than anything their size should have stretched to. The simple cotton had been bulged out by his cock and balls so far, and he worried that there might not be a chance to actually break them any longer. What if they were too strong, too cursed?

But what...

What if he washed the curse off? What if he threw himself in the water?

It was the only chance he had. With a grunt, Eyrick leaped, throwing himself up and back. As he fell, he saw a furry form rushing from the department store, chased by curtains, by cushions, by a large couch, even.

Taro was coming. He only had a matter of minutes.

They fell beneath the water, and he felt the grip around his wrists, the waistband's clenching touch, slowly ease. As the slime that filled the briefs faded, so too did the power of the curse. Sweat, slime, musk: that had been the source of the cursed spirit's power, the way that she had managed to maintain her grip on him and his personal reality. The less that she was stained, the more normal the briefs were.

As soon as they hit the water, he'd felt them tightening. At first, he thought that it was just the spirit trying to bind him, control him again, but no. She was shrinking, and his clothes were doing the same, pulling up against his balls once more. [i]They[/i] weren't shrinking, and that meant that he could feel the sheer tightness.

And even though his cock was poking up and out through the waistband, he could feel the bits of rips and tears that were starting to take shape around the briefs. The voice burbled through the water, probably a deep 'no!' to be heard if they were above water, but down beneath it, nobody could. It was nothing but bubbles, and for once, Eyrick had the power. For once, Eyrick could do what he wanted.

And what he wanted...was to be free.

He gripped the edges of the waistband, breathed in, and then [i]ripped[/i] it apart. The briefs seemed to shriek, bubbling around him, and then broke down the middle, the two chunks of red briefs bleeding away crimson as they fell, yellowed, to the bottom of the fountain.

Eyrick kicked, swinging his head back above water.

#

Taro freed himself from the cursed furniture, but he could already tell that it was too late. The fighting clothing, the cursed power of his mistress, was already fading. Something had happened at the fountain, something that he had been afraid of.

[i]I knew it...I knew it...[/i]

The power of the mistress had always been mighty, but there had always been the chance of something breaking through her defenses. The power of the curse relied on the scent, the slime, the power of the model that she chose. The more that she altered the model, and the more the model was 'accessorized' by her strength and the slime that she made it produce, the more powerful she became, but if the model ever managed to slip the leash, if she ever wasted the power on something else - the way that she had lashing out at him - there was a chance, if ever so slight, that the model might gain some of its independence back.

Taro had known the danger as soon as he saw the human fling himself into the fountain. He had hoped, prayed that he could get to the fountain in time to mitigate it, but even as the human lifted himself free, he knew it was too late. The briefs were gone, and the mistress...

The human whipped around, still bearing the size that the mistress had bestowed on him. Taro stumbled to a halt, falling to his hands and knees before the fountain. A tear came to his eye. Anger? Sadness? Both? Yes, both, anger at her stupidity and sadness at the loss of her once more, knowing that she had been sent to the void once more, and he was back to square one to retrieve her from it.

"What have you done..."

"Nnngh...get the hell away from me," the human muttered.

"She just needed a model...just for a while."

"Get away from me!"

The human turned and ran, his oversized sac almost tripping him up as he did, his cock doing the same as he ran for the hills. Taro watched him go, the kitsune debating whether to chase after him and teach him a lesson. It would have done little good, save for venting the frustrations that he felt at the loss of his mistress so soon, but it was still a temptation, something to show the little man what it meant to defy those that had power over magic.

But then...

Then he saw it. Nothing more than a little crimson flash, but it was there, chasing after, dangling from his balls as he ran off. The human was still marked, still dangling with the mistress's corruption. Some hint of her, perhaps, still followed him. There was a chance, then, a small one, but still a chance.

Taro forced himself to his feet and followed after. If there was even a hint of his mistress still on this plane of reality, then he needed to follow her, serve her, help her. There was a chance that he could make sure that they did it right this time, that they could bring about the changes properly.

And this time, maybe she would listen to him. It was unlikely, given her pride and her focus on...well, everything that wasn't important, but he could hope.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Eyrick is dragged along into a tiff between the briefs he's wearing and someone that helped it happen.

Tags: M/M, M/Cursed Clothing, Masturbation, Molestation, Oral, Big Cock, Hyper Cock, Hyper Balls, Musk, Series, Sweat, Slime, Reality Alteration, Kitsune, Human, Forced Orgasm, Body Control, Exposure, Nudity,