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Dominating Briefs

For Kirbutashi

By Draconicon

Eyrick had never imagined that he would have an audience staring at his package. That had, admittedly, been due to the fact that he hadn't had anything to brag about down there before, but the point still stood, he had never imagined someone looking down there. The fact that it was happening now only made it all the more awkward, and he stared at the half-dozen employees that had come to the dressing room with as much embarrassment as they stared at him with shock.

Bright red briefs were quite hard to miss, particularly when they were wrapped around a fat, soft cock that was dominating the full front of it. The stain of sweat and pre-cum meant that they stank with musk, and the smell was spreading through the air, permeating everything in the area.

And just when he was about as humiliated as he could be, he felt his arms and legs suddenly listen to him again.

Oh, come now. Just stick around and let them see, the voice of the underwear said.

He wasn't about to listen to that. As soon as he realized that his arms would move when he told them to, he grabbed his pants and yanked them back up. His zipper wouldn't close anymore, but he could still run with them up again. And run he did, jumping between the two fox employees and the others that had gathered on either side.

Some shouted after him, others just snapped pictures with their phone, but he still ran. He managed to outrun the stink to some degree, too, surprising him.

But he couldn't outrun everything, particularly not her voice.

You know that this is pointless, I assume. This is just making it take longer for me to get what I want.

"And what the hell do you want?" he hissed, holding his pants up with one hand as he ran through racks of clothes.

Oh, mostly just showing you off. Enjoying myself.

"Then find someone else."

You're already wearing me.

"I'm not exactly a good model."

You're not Mr. Right, but you're Mr. Right Now. That's all I need.

He could imagine that was true, but that didn't help him, did it? Eyrick continued darting and dodging around the other customers, hiding down the narrow aisles and trying to make it to the end of them so that he could leave the store. The underwear wasn't anything that they were selling, so he could leave without committing a crime.

He hoped.

Yet, as he managed to reach the end of the changing area, he saw that the front entrance of the store had already been locked down with four other security guards, each of them standing with their arms crossed and keeping an eye out. They had to be waiting for him, thinking he was making a beeline with stolen goods, or trying to get away with flashing everyone that he had run past.

Well, aren't you?

"Shut up."

Well, not that you flashed them that well. You have no experience, no technique. I suppose I'll have to teach you that, too.

"Shut up, shut up, shut up."

Okay, so he couldn't run out the front door. That didn't mean that he was lacking in options. There were other things that he could do, like make his way to the bathroom and hide, or -

"Where is he?"

Eyrick ducked behind a stand of clothes, pulling them close to each other as he huddled in the middle of the circle. The foxes he'd jumped between stood just on the other side of the jackets, and the only thing keeping them from sniffing him out was the fact that there was a glass barrier just over his head. They stumbled around, looking around for him.

"How'd he just disappear?" one of them asked.

"I have no idea, but he's going to cause problems."

"You think that he's got one of the cursed things?"

"Red. It's always red."

"You were looking at the color?"

"It was the only way I could keep from looking at that bulge."

"Fair. Alright, split up. Don't want to let another one of those out."

The foxes darted down the aisles on either side of the circular rack. Eyrick waited for a moment to make sure that they weren't coming back, then heaved a sigh of relief.

Oh, dear, young man. You really don't understand the mess that you're in, do you?

"Enlighten me," he muttered as he started tugging at the coats around him. They might be good enough to hide that bulge, or that stink. "You can't exactly be a real piece of clothing, considering that these are my briefs."

Were, were, darling. Nothing more than were.

"Fine, so what are you?"

Oh, merely a little curse that likes to enjoy themselves. I can be wherever I need to be, when it comes down to it. A little touch, a little curse, and I'm passed on.

"And what gave me the bad luck to get you?"

He swore that he was dissociating at this point, distancing himself from himself. The whole surreal experience had to be impossible, something that he was dreaming at the best and, at worst, just hallucinating. If he was really going through this, then he was in trouble.

Or at least, that was what he was hoping. The foxes talking about 'cursed' stuff didn't make him feel confident about that.

As he fumbled for another coat, he realized that his fingers were tingling, no longer quite so mobile as they were. Worse, the smell of sweat, pre-cum, musk, and more was flooding through his nose, making it impossible to smell anything else. The hot, heavy, sexual scent was impossible to ignore, too, making it something that kept making him feel like he'd been shoved into someone's jockstrap rather than standing in the middle of a bunch of clean clothes.

He gagged slightly, trying to shake his head out of that thought, but the more attention he paid to the stink, the harder it was to slide away from it again. It was like a locker room, like the dirty hamper where all the jocks went at the end and the sheer...raw...musk...

He was dizzy, so dizzy, and he was almost ready to fall through the clothes when his hands moved on their own. They grabbed the rack that held all the different bits and bobs, the ends of the hangers, the ties, everything. He stared as his body reacted without his permission again, and he slowly shook his head.

"How?"

Oh, didn't I say? The more musk you make, the more control I have.

"That's not fair!"

Oh, it's completely fair, my smelly little model.

"Nnngh...let...let me let go!"

Not yet.

The briefs clenched around his crotch again, pulling his cock closer to his body and making it throb. He gasped as his balls churned again, the curse leaving him so hard, so wet, so drippy compared to what he normally was. He shivered as he felt the sheer heat and need rising down there, begging to be let loose, begging to be put to use, somehow. He groaned, thrusting his hips against his will, feeling the pleasure of sliding against his own wet briefs rewarding him for letting his body be controlled.

"Please...stop..."

Why?

"Because...because..."

If it's because it's humiliating, darling, you are going to have to do better than that. Besides...your body likes being humiliated. It's producing MUCH more, now.

That was the horrible part. He didn't want to like it, but something in him must have, because he was dripping like a madman. He shivered every time that he felt his privates clench up again, his balls churning, his cock oozing.

It was a mess. The front of the red briefs were as wet as they could be, utterly darkened to a deep crimson. He couldn't get away from the raw smell of sex, either, the pre-cum making it stick, the sweat under it making it cling.

"Ah...ah..."

Oh, don't you cum yet.

She pulled a bit tighter, making his briefs clench around the base of his cock as if it was some sort of cloth cockring. It was painfully tight, but pleasurable, too, almost like it was forcing his cock stiff against his will.

No tent yet, though. Just a big, soft bulge. Somehow, that was worse.

I want you to save that. I want to make sure that it goes juuuuust where it needs to go.

Eyrick wanted to ask where that was, but it was getting harder and harder to think straight. Everything was heavy, musky, hot, and he was sweating through his shirt at this point. He groaned under his breath as he felt how clingy his shirt was getting, something that he had hoped to have fixed at this point.

Ah, getting sweaty, are we? Let's take that off...

He was helpless as his arms moved without his permission, moving to his shirt bottom and pulling it up and over his head. He grunted as it dragged at his chin, but there was no stopping it. He was helpless to the underwear's power over his own body. He groaned as it went past his head, then over to the side, tossed on the ground. No matter how hard he strained, he couldn't reach for it.

Now, let's get these pants off again. They're in the way.

"Nnngh..."

Be a good little model and do what you're told...

He could feel the sheer exhaustion of resistance wearing him down, slowly pulling at him and making him show off. His pants hit the floor, and he was left in nothing but his socks, shoes, and cursed underwear. Squirming, he could feel his cock bloating further, almost insanely large in there, feeling like someone had shoved it into a cock pump for the last few days. It was fat, it was sensitive, and it was wet.

The whole thing down there was wet, but that in particular was. He groaned under his breath as his underwear squeezed, then dripped, sweat running down his thighs and between his legs from how wet it was down there.

"Ah...ah..."

That's it. Now, just a few steps out...

"My...my clothes..."

Models don't need them. You wear what I tell you to wear.

He swore that there was some movement happening when she talked now, movement that made him more than slightly uncomfortable. It happened right at the y-front of his briefs, something that tickled at his cock and reminded him of how close he was to letting it flop out. He curled his toes in his shoes, trying not to think about how that would feel if he allowed that to happen. Really not something that he needed to experience right then.

Then his legs started moving again. He took a step forward, his shoe pressing against the bottom of the rack. He held there for a moment, then the underwear took control, making him take that second step. Forward, through, and out.

"Ah..."

He gasped as he was in the open again, his cheeks burning as he felt just how exposed he was. The raw musk that was coming off him was making him lightheaded, but now that he wasn't contained inside that little circular chunk of clothes anymore, it was starting to fade, at least a little bit. He wobbled backwards, trying to hide, but for now, the briefs still had control of him.

Forward, march, darling.

Eyrick was so out of it that he didn't notice the customers before they noticed him. He left the aisle, walked into an open area, and only then heard a gasp. He turned on his heel - or rather, was made to turn - and his eyes widened.

A security officer was running at him from a hundred feet off or so, but right in front of him were a pair of shoppers. A man and woman, both wolves, both staring at him and both covering their noses.

"Gah! What is that stench?" the female asked.

"It's...that."

"Oh, god, what a pervert."

"I don't know what he thinks he's doing, but - security! Security!"

Eyrick whimpered, struggling against the stasis that the briefs held him in. He could feel that same movement again, something at the y-front twitching, almost vibrating against his shaft. It made him -

Spurt.

"Oh, gods, look at that."

"I told you. Pervert!"

The security guard was almost there when he finally felt his limbs get released from the curse's control. As soon as that faded, he was running, putting the pedal to the metal as he left the guard behind again. He vaulted over a rack of clothes and then ran down another aisle, fighting the raw pleasure that the briefs gave him as they hugged his dick.

Again? Darling, you must get over this.

"I'm going to get arrested!"

Oh, dear, if they touch you, I'll just control them, too.

"That's worse!"

Grabbing a tall steel beam supporting the next aisle of shoes and clothes, Eyrick beat feet down the path. The security guard was a little further behind him, but not much. He needed to get some space, find a chance to hide. This time, not in an enclosed area. The more musk that he breathed in, the easier that the cursed briefs could control him, and the worse that things would get.

You could merely let me spread. A model needs an audience, after all.

"Shut up."

He rounded the next corner, slid for a few paces -

"Gotcha!"

And then he got knocked off his feet by a red-furred fox. Eyrick yelped as he tumbled to the ground, sliding on his butt, barely keeping from hitting the floor completely and getting friction-burned. Knowing what was about to happen, he tried to kick the security guard back -

"Ah!"

Only to gasp as he felt the y-front slide along his cock. The simple touch was more than enough to leave his cock twitching, but was more than that. He could hear her.

"Now, this is much better."

"What the -" The fox looked down, sealing his doom.

Suddenly, there was a pulse, a puff, and a push all at once. The air surrounding them filled with a steam of yellow-green, thick with the rutting smell of sex. Both the fox and Eyrick were paralyzed by the sudden blast, leaving them gasping for breath, their eyes rolled back in their sockets.

The fox started throbbing, his pants starting to swell in the front, while Eyrick flopped on his back. His limbs were dull and dead to him again, the sudden blast more than sufficient to keep him from doing anything. It was like he had gone back to hiding for a while, his body under her control once more.

"Mmm, isn't that better?" he heard her say, and he could feel the y-front flicking back and forth across his cock with every word, as if someone had pushed their head down there and was mouthing their words against his shaft. "Now we have a helper. If you were that concerned, I could have stopped this earlier."

That wasn't the point. The curse was spreading, and he didn't want someone else to be bound to this like him. He didn't want anyone to be going through this. Eyrick tried to kick, to pull himself upright, but his body didn't want to obey him. For that matter, he wasn't even sure that he could feel anything but his dribbling dick right then.

Then, he did feel something. The fox's hands on his crotch, rubbing around the y-front. He groaned, shaking his head.

"L-let go..."

It was nothing more than a mutter, and it didn't do anything to stop the persistent vulpine guard. Fingers slipped into the y-front, pulled, and the tip of his cock flopped out. Eyrick gasped again, his cheeks burning -

"There he is!"

Another shout, another person. He could just make out other guards coming their way, and the fox whipped his head towards them. The cursed thing spoke, gumming around his crotch in the process.

"Slow them down."

The cursed fox minion leaped to his feet and ran at them, all while Eyrick was forced to get up on his own. The musk in the air was slowly fading, but he knew that it wasn't going to last for long. Not when she could pull something like that again. He groaned as he dragged himself along, half under his own power, and half under hers.

They rounded the corner, stumbling towards the bathroom. By the time his hand was on the doorknob, he could have stopped them, but the sound of security hot on their heels was impossible to miss. Stopping here would be basically asking them to arrest him again. He had to go along with it, even if it risked falling under her control again.

The first thing he did was run for the sinks. He turned on the water, thrust his hands under it, and -

"What do you think you are doing?" his underwear asked.

"Mmmph..."

"Are you thinking of washing me?"

"Stop...talking..."

"Why? It feels good, doesn't it?"

That was the problem. It felt too good. Way too good, for that matter. He groaned, squirming in place, sliding his thighs against each other as he felt her clenching down again. The curse was hitting his cock and balls hard, making the latter feel like they were bigger, pulsing, churning like some messy factory. They were so full, so wet that it felt like a swamp under them in his briefs, and his cock?

He looked in the mirror, staring at the bulge that was so close to sliding out through the y-front of his briefs. He could see the flesh in the stretched area, could see the occasional pulse that went through it to darken the end of his bulge that little bit more. Pre-cum flowed down to his toes, dripping from it, and he huffed as he leaned forward.

He splashed water on his face, trying to shock himself out of the trance that the smell of musk was trying to put him in again, but it was all but impossible. The sheer strength of that smell was too much for him to take, and he shivered as he felt his awareness fading again.

"Just let it go, darling. You're better as a silent model, anyway."

"Please...just...let me..."

"Let you go? Never."

She chuckled, and he shivered as he felt his hands moving again. She had already started taking control once more, the hot stink of that musk filling his nose. He smelled of sweat from head to toe, but it was that sex smell that made it so hard for him to resist. If he could just clean that a little bit...

But no. He was hopeless, helpless. His legs moved, kicking off his shoes and then his socks. He was completely naked now save for the underwear, and it was shifting, pulling tighter, tighter, tighter to his body. His balls were pushed forward, his cock on the verge of popping out of the y-front, and his ass? His ass was pushed up and parted slightly, almost like he was wearing the wrong kind of underwear.

Pulse.

Eyrick gasped as a sudden wave of pleasure hit, nearly taking him off his feet. The pulse washed through his cock, and it was almost like he was pissing pre-cum, adding to the raw smell that saturated the room. One of his hands moved down against his wishes, cupped the bulge and rubbed it. As soon as it was smeared with pre-cum, he was made to bring it to his face...and breathe in.

"Nnngh..."

The smell, the strong smell pushed his brain back, forcing him to stand there wobbling on legs that were no longer his to control. He gasped for breath, breathing in more of the hot musk, feeling it swamp his brain and leave him almost completely dumb to the world. The entire shape of the bathroom swam before his eyes, almost like he was drunk, and his cock...

It still wasn't hard, but it dripped. It dripped and oozed through his underwear, somehow feeding the curse and making it worse. He could hardly breathe through his hand, but the smell made it impossible for him to care.

"That's it, darling," the underwear said, turning him around, facing him, barefoot and nearly naked, towards the bathroom door. "Now, let's get you properly dressed, shall we?"

Eyrick had nothing to say to that. He had nothing to say to anything anymore, and he shivered as he was dragged along. He opened the door -

"Hold it right there!"

A trio of foxes, a bull, and a stallion stood in the doorway, all of them pointing tasers at him. He stopped dumbly, but not on his own volition. No, that was the cursed briefs, and the personality inside them chuckled. The y-front opened, basically exposing him to all five of them as his cock nearly fell out into the open.

"Dear, dear, dear. Did you think that you could tell me what to do?" his cursed underwear said.

"Shit...she's loose."

"Yes, dearies, and that's how it's going to stay."

"Men -"

"Oh, no, no, no. Did I say you could try anything?"

And just like that, his cock finally slipped free.

What happened next felt like he had been hit with bladder spasms, but down in his balls rather than further up. His cock jumped at the first spray, blasting the three foxes in the face almost as one. The musk pheromones that followed knocked the other two out with ease, sending them stumbling forward and hitting the ground, hard. He watched them fall without even realizing what was happening, too deep in the haze to register anything but the pleasure of the pseudo-orgasm that he'd just been through.

"Heh...poor boys."

"Mmmph..."

"Now, stay there until I have something for you to do. Come, model."

Eyrick was piloted out of the bathroom, his cock slowly sliding back in through the underwear's y-front and getting back to where it belonged. The fact that it was being sucked in through the opening felt so strange, but at the same time, oddly pleasurable and sensual. It was almost like the feeling of a noodle being sucked into a mouth.

So this is what spaghetti feels like...

He groaned at the thought, mildly amused, but no more than that. After all, he didn't need to think. He just had to do what he was...told...

Still flying high on the haze, he didn't even notice as his free hand was stuffed down his pants, forced deep into his crotch to find his cock and grope it. It didn't take long to get him stiffer after that. Still, there was some residual softness, something that was hard to ignore as he kept stroking himself, feeling it bouncing, rolling, swaying in his hand as he walked down the aisles.

"Where...where are we..."

"Oh, hush, model. You don't have to think."

"But...but..."

"Breathe."

He did, and he slipped down again, almost dropping so far down as to slip fully unconscious. The only thing that saved him was that he was still moving, even if he wasn't the one that was controlling the movement. He groaned under his breath, breathed in again, and soon, all that mattered was the constant pleasure around his cock, the swampy feeling of slime and naughty stuff under his balls, and...

And that was it, really. Everything else was handled by the spirit in his underwear, and that was fine with him.

Everyone...is looking...at me...

And so they were, but was that bad? Every time he breathed in, he didn't think so. All that mattered was being piloted along, allowing himself to enjoy it, to sink into pleasure, to not care. It felt so good to breathe in that funk, that thick, heavy smell that was dragging him further and further down with each passing second.

Every step was accompanied by another drip down his legs, running from the underwear to his thighs or right down to the floor when it was a particularly heavy flow. He shivered, gasped, moaned into his soaked hand, breathing in the controlling fumes as the underwear dragged him past one audience after another. Every time that someone approached him to get him to stop, the scent seized them, sending them somewhere else.

Eventually, he was stopped in front of a giant collection of women's clothing. It was a donation bin, filled with bras and skirts, thongs and blouses, and more. The underwear clenched around his cock, and he heard her in his head rather than out loud.

Well, it's a bit pitiful, but it will do.

"Nnngh?"

Lean forward...let it out...

He leaned forward, alright. His cock dipped into the bin, and everything that the pre-cum he was slowly stroking from the shaft touched turned red. Then crimson. Then deep, dark red, devilish almost in color.

As it changed, he heard more voices, or rather, echoes. Echoes of the one that was coming from his crotch. They were all telling him what to do, how to move, and most importantly, what to wear. He looked down at the bin, his head in the clouds, and slowly reached around for some of the gear that they suggested.

Stockings? Yes, that was the beginning. Sheer red things, crimson and barely opaque enough to qualify as clothes. He dragged them on, pulling them up his legs. They should have ripped, but they didn't. Not this time. Not this day.

A little more. A bra? Yes, that was fine. No need for it without something more in the chest, but he wore it anyway. It clung to him, twisting at his chest, making him feel stinging pain and slight pleasure.

A blouse? No, a dress. Yes, a dress, a nightgown, to be specific, something sheer that would let others see his cock. He groaned as he pulled it on and over his head, only losing the musk on his face for a moment. Not nearly long enough to snap out of the trance that he was in. It felt even better to his dick, too, silky and soft on the inside and rubbing him gently...yes, it was so good.

Nothing else yet, nothing more needed. He swore that the underwear was pulling itself tighter around his crotch, making it all the more obvious what he was wearing down there. His cock aimed up, and he went to his knees.

Stroke.

She ordered, he obeyed. His hand came down from his head, allowing him to touch himself more, to feel his fingers running faster, harder along his shaft. He flung pre-cum all over the place, staining the inside of the dress, coating the floor, and hitting anyone that came too close. Even as he started to wake up, to feel some of the awareness that he needed to function anymore, he couldn't stop.

"Please...please..."

There was no mercy from the briefs or from the dress. Wearing the various shades of crimson, he was covered by the power of the cursed briefs. They were pulling his arms tighter to his sides, keeping his hand focused on his cock. The head was pressed against the dress, soaking through the soft fabric, making it feel all the better as he ground forward against it, up it, down it. The stains of his pre-cum would never come out, but that didn't seem to matter.

Eyrick was lost in the pleasure, humping away, grinding forward, pulling back, and then grinding forward again. His tongue hung out almost against his will, his eyes rolled back in their sockets as he enjoyed the pleasure that came. Forward, back, in, out, the gasping, clenching feeling at the front of his briefs drawing him ever further.

"Ah...ah..."

Go on...cum...

There was nothing that he could do to hold back. With a deep moan, he let himself go over the edge, cumming so hard that he almost passed out right then and there.

As he sprayed his seed through the store, he saw the crimson color spread through every piece of clothing it touched. Those that were too close to it went still from the musk that came from the splatter, and their clothing started to turn red with the curse, as well. He didn't know what was happening, what he was spreading, but it was affecting everyone and everything in the store.

By the time that he had his head on straight again, the briefs were marching him right out the door. Only one member of the security team seemed to be well enough to even make an attempt to stop him, but all the fox did as he passed was smile. Almost...almost knowingly, too, like he had planned this all along.

Eyrick had no chance to ask him what was going on. He was already marching out of the store and into the rest of the mall, looking out at the various men and women that had caught sight of him. The human blushed worse than ever, his cheeks on fire with humiliation, his cock throbbing and dripping even as it flopped against the front of his underwear. The y-front slowly pulled his cock back in, and in his head, he could hear the soft chortles the cursed intelligence in his clothes.

Oh, a new world to play with, a new world to enjoy. Oh, we are going to have such fun, model. Now...prance.

The End

Summary: Eyrick is taken over by a pair of magical briefs that are all too happy to put him through his paces.

Tags: M/solo, body control, cursed clothing, briefs, underwear, cock growth, ball growth, musk, sweat, humiliation, forced exhibitionism, exhibitionism, dubcon, mind control, orgasm, masturbation, cum,