Recruitment

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Nick Bosa couldn’t believe he was about to strut around in front of his brother and two fellow NFL players wearing nothing but a pair of boxer briefs. He wasn’t shy about the exposure; he’d been fully nude in locker rooms full of guys for his entire life. It was the enthusiasm of the guys that made him feel uncomfortable.

“I know you look good,” called J.J. Watt in his deep voice, “so come out here and show it off!”

“Let’s see those undies, bitch!” Gronk howled.

Nick was glad his brother Joey remained silent. This entire setup had been Joey’s idea. “New underwear company,” Joey had informed him. “Wants famous athletes in the ads. They’re offering us a ton of money. Seems like easy cash, my man. I dunno.”

Rather than a rep from the company, J.J., Gronk and Joey banged on Nick’s penthouse door and came in shoving a pair of maroon boxer briefs in his face. “Once you try them on,” J.J. assured him, “you’re gonna be a believer. I guarantee.”

Nick couldn’t deny that the underwear made him look good. He had a full, muscular ass and a pretty big package, so there wasn’t much in need of improvement, but these boxer-briefs hugged him tightly without seeming too snug. They felt cool, despite the fact that it was on the warmer side in his bedroom, and somehow made his ass and cock look a little bit… bigger? He smirked as he slapped his own ass, watching it jiggle. He could have sworn he felt the boxer briefs gently squeezing him, as if they were giving his ass a little hug.

“My waist looks a little more narrow, too,” Nick said, running his hands over his sturdy midsection. He’d never been unhappy with his body; he was a professional football player, after all. But somehow these boxer briefs made slight improvements in him that, once he had seen the finished product, he couldn’t deny he really liked.

“Well?” Nick said as he walked out of his penthouse with his hands up. He had thrown on a t-shirt to downplay the discomfort of modeling his body for his buddies. Gronk immediately noticed the move and tossed a pillow at him.

“Take off your shirt!” Gronk barked. “What are you, a fat kid at the pool?”

Nick blushed but pulled off his shirt. J.J. whistled at the sight. Gronk remarked, “Damn!” Joey quietly exhaled, a half-smile on his face.

“They’re amazing, aren’t they?” Joey said, reaching into his jeans to tug at the waistband of his own light blue pair.

“All right, enough with the show,” Nick said, hustling back into his bedroom. “Okay, I’m in! I’ll sign whatever papers I’ve gotta. What, are they gonna take close up pictures of my bulge and my ass or something?”

“Just wear them for a month,” J.J. said. “That’s it. Afterwards they’ll interview you. No contracts to sign until you get paid.”

“I don’t get paid now?” Nick said, exiting his bedroom with sweatpants on. Still, with every step, he felt the comforting squeeze of his amazing new underwear.

“Trust me, keeping that pair is payment enough,” Joey said. “I haven’t taken mine off since I got them.”

Nick looked at his brother, then glared at the other two enormous athletes on his couches. “Wait, you mean, you wear them all the time?”

“Not in the shower, bro!” Gronk said. “But yeah, I wear mine every day. I take them off to shit and to shower only.”

“Not to fuck?” Nick said. The three other athletes exchanged glances, J.J. and Gronk with looks of amusement. Joey just blushed.

“No comment on that one,” J.J. said. “Thing about these babies is, you won’t have to worry about sweat. Smell. Nothing. They’re self-cleaning. Never wash, never change. They’re seriously the only pair of underwear you’ll need for the rest of your life.

Nick looked down at himself, then back at them. He could always just say he’d worn the underwear the whole time, he thought. Not washing his clothes wasn’t a new concept to him, but that was usually a playoffs superstition thing. Maybe after they got funky he could take them off, then slap them back on a week before the interview and claim he’d worn them the entire time.

“I’m in,” Nick said. He was surprised when J.J. and Gronk got up to leave. “Wait, that’s it? You just show up, give me underwear, tell me not to take them off, then leave?”

Joey grabbed his brother by the shoulder and leaned in, lowering his voice. “Dude, seriously. You’ll want to be alone for the next part.” Recognizing Nick’s shocked look, Joey just grinned. “I know this is weird. I felt the same way when they sprung this on me. But trust me man, you’re gonna be blown away.”

*

Since it was the offseason, Nick had planned to take the day to rest and recover. He felt pretty beatup by his workouts for the past few weeks. Maybe he could go in for a massage, he thought, but some stretching and a little light cardio to get the blood flowing might do him good.

As he changed into his gym clothes, his hands paused at his underwear. He smirked at the idea that his brother was wearing the same underwear everyday. He ran his hands over the smooth material and shrugged. “Whatever,” he said, and headed to his treadmill.

He couldn’t believe how different these underwear felt as he jogged. They supported his big dick and his hefty ass in ways he’d never imagined. As a light sheen of sweat appeared on his skin, he closed his eyes. He almost felt like ghost hands were tightly squeezing his ass cheeks while another invisible mitt held his cock and balls, giving them a light pressure that felt pleasant.

He stepped off the treadmill and yanked down his gym shorts. The maroon boxer-briefs were still as dry as the moment he’d put them on, despite the rest of his body being sweaty. “Amazing,” he said. “I bet they’ll smell after a week or two.”

He took a step toward his phone when the garment’s mild grip on his big cock suddenly tightened. He gasped at the sudden pressure, then moaned as it started to disperse, traveling up and down his cock in a hypnotic rhythm. He stood with his legs awkwardly spread, half bent over, as the sensation increased. It felt like his underwear was jerking his dick and tickling his balls!

“The fuck--” he gasped as he yanked off his gym shorts. Sure enough, the underwear was moving by itself, wrapping around his dick and transferring pressure from the hilt all the way up his suddenly sensitive shaft, finishing in a tingle in the tip. He reached to the waistband to pull off the spirited piece of cloth, but the sensation was too good--he’d never had a handjob this good in his life.

Suddenly he felt the underwear starting to creep between his massive cheeks. Fuck, he thought. Is this really happening? Am I having a stroke or something? He reached for the phone as the underwear fully plunged up his asshole. He fell forward, gripping the edge of the couch as he felt a tingling sensation up his hole. Damn--it felt so fucking good!

His breathing got ragged and his vision blurry as the sensations increased in intensity. His knees buckled and he fell to the floor, writhing. From behind, he was felt like he was finally scratching an itch so deep within him he’d never noticed it was there before. In the front, every nerve in his dong was alive with more powerful sensations than he was used to. He moaned and writhed, bucked his hips, desperate to cum, but it was like the underwear wouldn’t let him.

As he rolled across the floor, unable to form words, he brushed up against his phone. It was ringing (Fuck, he thought, how long has it been doing that?) and he saw J.J.’s face on the screen. He weakly batted at it with his hand a few times until it answered.

“Hello?” J.J. asked in response to Nick’s moaning.

“I… J.J… the… underwear…”

“Best sex of your life, isn’t it?” J.J. said.

Nick couldn’t believe it--this was supposed to happen? Was this why the other guys had been so excited about this underwear? Nick tried to say something in response, but the buzzing in his ass and the twisting of his cock increased. Nick just lightly banged his head against the ground as the administrations continued. He couldn’t have responded to J.J. if he’d wanted to.

“Look, Nick,” J.J. continued. “It’s real important that you hang on and don’t cum as long as you can. This is really crucial, buddy. It might feel good to shoot and get it over with, but trust me. It’s important that you fight it as long as you can. Your brother did great, went for about seven hours without coming. Thought he was never gonna be able to say words again! But so far, that’s the time to beat.”

Nick slapped at the phone, grateful to have somehow hit the END button. He was tired of J.J.’s voice. He was so wrapped up in the frenzy of the underwear that he wanted no more distractions.

As things began to rise to a crescendo, he considered J.J.’s words for only a moment--but his aching balls were throbbing, and hew as so desperate to find release. He pounded his fists against the ground, arched his back and then thrust forward as hard as he could.

He had never cum as hard as he did in that moment. His whole body was rigid as he fired off load after load, what felt like gallons of cum emptying from his body. When it was over, and his delirium faded, he sat up slowly, looking around confused. He couldn't even remember what he’d been doing before.

The floor beneath him was soaked in sweat, but there wasn’t a drop of cum to be found. He patted across his new underwear to find them as pristine as when he’d first donned them. That seemed impossible; he’d fired out a massive load! But it was like the underwear had soaked it all up.

He got up and headed to the shower. No massage today, he thought. No stretching either. He would rinse himself off and give J.J. a call back. He stared at himself in the mirror; something looked slightly different. He felt exhausted, like he’d just trained for hours. Such was understandable after such an earth shattering orgasm, of course, but he’d never been so tired after sex before, especially when he’d been alone when it happened?

As his hands touched the underwear’s waistband, he considered for a moment if he’d be putting them back on after his shower. Sure, cumming that hard had felt great, but he didn’t want to be doing it out in public. He would talk to J.J., he decided, and try to get a handle on the controls for these things before wearing them again. Then he dug his thumbs into the waistband and yanked downward.

A sudden numbness spread over his crotch area, like a sudden phantom limb sensation, and Nick’s eyes went wide as the boxer briefs slid down around his massive quads: his big, healthy cock fell forward, disconnected from his body, and hit the floor beneath him. Though it wasn’t attached, he could still feel the cold tile of the bathroom floor against its skin.

In a panic, his hands went to his now completely smooth, lightly furry groin. There was no wound to signify the severance, just a smooth area as if he’d never had a dick. Eyes wide, still not believing what was happening, he reached down and grab the disembodied cock. Like his groin, there was no hole or wound; it had smooth edges and was entirely self-contained, as if it had always been its own animal.

“The… fuck…” he gasped as he turned the cock in his hands, blown away by feelings the sensations the cock was somehow broadcasting to his mind.

“Wow, sooner than I thought,” Joey said when Nick called him. Nick had put on baggy sweatpants to cover up his shockingly nullified groin without brushing up against the spot too much.

“What? Joey, you gotta… I think you gotta come over. I don’t know how to explain, but…”

“Your dick fell off,” Joey said flatly. Nick was stunned at the question. His silence told Joey everything he needed to hear. “Dude, I know this is shocking, but I promise this is not a big deal. Trust me: this is all part of the process.”

“Process? Are you fucking… PROCESS?” Nick was aghast. He couldn’t believe how calm his brother was. This was physically--biologically--impossible. But still, while he stood in the living room, he could still feel the cool granite of his bathroom sink counter where he’d left his cock, still feel the plush of the washcloth he’d left draped over it.

“Just relax, bro,” Joey said. “If you want, me and the guys will come over to make sure you’re diong okay with the next part. But trust me, everything is going exactly to plan… except, y’know, how fast it happened. Are you really that much of a two-pump chump, my man?”

Nick shook his head, momentarily speechless. “No!” he finally blurted out. “You guys aren’t coming over here! I’m going to the fucking… doctor!”

“You won’t have time,” Joey said. “And honestly, you don’t want to be in a car for the next part. Just hang tight, the guys and I are on our way.” Joey hung up.

All Nick could think was: What the fuck was the next part? Nick cautiously approached his bathroom and opened up the door, yanking the washcloth away from his gently twitching cock.

It had doubled in size.

Nick’s jaw hung open as he surveyed a cock that had to be a foot and a half long, so big around that it was too big for Nick to grip with one hand. Each testicle was the size of both of his meaty fists put together. Nick felt dizzy as he observed the monstrous piece of meat. He gently tapped it, again disturbed that he felt every tap from both sides, then backed away.

Then his sweatpants fell to the ground. Nick reached down to pull them up but was shocked to see that, even with the drawstrings fully pulled, they wouldn’t stay up over his muscular hips. Confused, he glanced up to find everything in the bathroom higher than it should of been. He stared at a towel rack at eye level, then watched the sink, the walls of the tub, and the door handle behind him starting to rise.

“What the fuck--?” Nick exclaimed, but his voice had goten strangely higher pitched as his body dwindled away. Meanwhile, the piece of meat on the sink throbbed and expanded over the edges of the sink. Completely at a loss, Nick finally dropped the sweatpants and turned to run. At this point he had to jump to grab the handle, his muscular naked (and cockless) body dangling from the handle for a bit before it finally turned. Kicking the door jamb he was able to get the door open before dropping to the floor, now only two feet--no, one foot tall.

A massive thud behind him knocked him off his feet. The cock, now as big as a man, had fallen off the sink and landed on the ground. Nick’s body twitched at the phantom sensations of his massive cock smashing against the ground. Wincing, he ran with a stutter step out of the bathroom, shocked to see the cavernous room his living room had expanded into. At this point he was only about eight inches tall, staring up at his huge couches and wondering what he was going to do.

His phone was on a counter, far too high to reach. Tiny Nick panicked when he heard a groan from the bathroom. It was a man’s voice.

It was his voice.

“Oh, damn,” said the voice. Where the cock had landed was now a full-sized nude Nick, an exact double of him. Somehow, as he’d run, the cock had changed shape until it was his perfect double, with a groin as smooth and featureless as his own. “Wow, this body feels amazing,” he said.

The full-grown Nick stomped into the living room with a smile on his face. “Nick, buddy? Where are you? We have to finish this off!” he said. Nick panicked, diving under the couch. He crawled as far back as he could, but his much bigger (and amazingly strong) double easily lifted the couch with one hand. “Dude, c’mon. YOu don’t like being that small, do you? And I don’t like having a dick!”

A huge hand darted for him, thick fingers grasping, but little Nick was able to dodge the attack, rolling out of the way. A knock at the door made him freeze. It was his brother! Joey would save him.

But the bigger Nick approached the door and opened it, still fully nude. J.J., Gronk and Joey all walked into the room with a smile on their faces.

“Welcome, brother,” J.J. said, grabbing the Nick-clone’s hand and pulling him in. Nick was shocked as the two embraced in a passionate kiss, J.J.’s hands searching all over the clone’s nude muscular body, pausing to land on huge glutes he gave a nice squeeze to. Seemingly aroused and jealous, Gronk turned to Joey and did the same thing.

Watching the four make out, moaning like buffalo, Nick wasn’t sure where he was safe. He felt so tiny next to their massive, intertwined bodies, and he was having trouble processing the whole situation.

“Where’s the little guy?” J.J. said, patting the clone’s bare groin. He thumbed behind them, and all four building-sized NFL players turned to address the tiny man in the room.

“Aw, don’t sweat it, ‘brother’!” Joey said with a smile. “The process is almost over. Trust me, you’ll like it as much as your real brother did.” Joey unzipped his jeans and pulled down the light blue boxers. What started as the shaft of a dick blended into the tiny rock-hard body of Joey Bosa, dangling upside down with his arms flailing.

“Nick! Run, Nick!” the little dick-Joey cried in a cartoonishly shrill voice.

The bigger man reached down and grabbed the tiny Joey dick, giving him a stroke. Tiny Joey suddenly went rigid, eyes wide as his whole muscular little body flexed. With a few more pumps, the tiny Joey’s mouth opened and gobs of pre-cum poured out of it. Little Joey gurgled and twitched, his body puffed up like he was flexing every muscle at once.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” the bigger Joey said to his human-cock.

The Nick-clone snatched the little doppelganger off the floor at that moment, patting him against his muscular chest before gripping him tightly around his miniscule waist and planting the miniaturized NFL player’s feet directly into his groin.

Little Nick’s eyes went wide as his legs suddenly merged with the flesh. He was overwhelmed by new sensations, a brand new heartbeat pumping massive amounts of blood through his body. He felt his big quads starting to inflate, becoming shorter and rounder before finally dangling below him as huge balls, swinging as he flailed. Little Nick stared up at the clone who had stolen his identity, then around at the upside-down room around him.

“Our race has a different way of procreating,” Gronk said, pulling down his shorts to reveal a mostly normal (albeit much bigger and thicker than normal) cock. However, Gronk’s tiny head sat where his cockhead should be. Limbless and helpless, the little guy just blinked and gasped wordlessly as the bigger version stroked him.

“The boxer-briefs inseminate the dick,” J.J. said, pulling down his own pants to reveal an almost entirely normal dick, save for two blinking eyes and a tiny tuft of blonde hair at the end. “Then, gestation is almost immediate, and the offspring detaches itself, assumes the host’s form, and…” J.J. stroked his own dick, then chuckled as its tiny eyes closed and vanished for good, the blonde hair scattering into wisps in the air.

“In time, you’ll turn into a normal dick too,” the bigger Nick said, stroking the tiny NFL player along his still massively muscular little form. Little Nick squealed and tried to fight the assault, but he could feel the pressure building. His body stiffened, his muscles flexing, and he could taste cum rising in his throat. “But enjoy the trip as you shed your humanity.”

Despite it all, Nick couldn’t deny: he felt GOOD. He looked around at the giants, betrayed by his impulses, as he was overwhelmed with a desire to have the big man’s hand on him more and more.

“Unfortunately for us,” the giant Nick-clone said, “our race’s hierarchy is determined in the gestation process. And since you couldn’t last very long, it looks like we’ll be on the receiving end.”

Little Nick flailed as the bigger version dropped to all fours, arching his back and thrusting his ass in the air. Gronk and J.J. gave it a swat, but it was J.J. who finally mounted it. Nick couldn’t believe that dick thrusting in and out of his clone’s huge body used to be his buddy J.J. Watt; he wondered if he was now just an unthinking dick, or if J.J. was still in there, aware of everything and lost in the sensation of fucking Nick Bosa’s enormous fuck pillows.

But little Nick couldn’t think for very long before he felt his body going rigid, slapping against the chiseled abdomen of the being who had stolen his form. Once again that day he was overcome with sensation, and just like before he gave into it far too soon, opening his mouth as volleys of cum fired from him.

But there was no time to bask in the afterglow. J.J. was still going, and it looked like the big man had a lot left in him.