Groomsman - The Nightmare Continues . . . Part 1

I'm excited to share the first part of the new Groomsman Nightmare story. I hope you guys enjoy, and let me know what you're hoping will happen next.

The next part will be posted during August.

It had been just over a year since Dean Thames had attended his friend, Max’s wedding. A wedding which had ended up being a combination of absolute hell and unadulterated pleasure for Dean. After having to go commando during the ceremony, Dean had been forced to steal Max’s underwear from his hotel room, and one disaster after another resulted in Dean being naked from the waist down and having to run home, before he’d had the best orgasm of his life, the second he’d closed the front door.

The wedding had haunted Dean ever since, but those memories were feeling scarily real as he entered the store for his fitting.

About a month after Max’s wedding, one of the other groomsmen, Dave, had proposed to his girlfriend, and Dave had immediately asked Max, Dean and the other two groomsmen to be his wedding party.

Dean had wanted to say no, but when the other four guys immediately said yes, he felt he had no other option than to say the same.

Like Max’s wedding, Dave had made it clear that all of them would be wearing kilts. The only saving grace was that he had no intentions of them all going commando, which was definitely a relief for Dean.

Rather than a group fitting, the guys were all getting their suits fitted individually so Dean had a much easier time at the tailors this time round. His body hadn’t changed much at all in the last year, but he made sure that the measurements were accurate so that he wouldn’t be worried about bursting out of his shirt or kilt.

The week before the wedding, Dave’s best man, Liam, got everyone together for the stag do, and Dean was stunned when he arrived to see that Max was no longer the slim football player he’d been at his own wedding. Max had gained some weight and was significantly chunkier than Dean had ever seen him. His chest was thicker, his stomach was definitely thicker, and his pert little butt now stuck out like a shelf.

All of the guys had ribbed Max for his body transformation, and Dean ended up feeling more self-conscious than ever when the guys repeatedly compared the two of them.

Towards the end of the evening, Dean had escaped for some fresh air and was enjoying some quiet outside the bar when Max came out to join him. As Max sat down, Dean couldn’t help but notice how tight Max’s jeans were, the material digging into his thighs.

“I’m about ready to call it a night,” Max said with stifled yawn. “I’m beat.”

Dean nodded. “Me too, and I’ve got rugby practice tomorrow.”

Max and Dean ended up in a discussion about rugby and football, before the conversation switched to Max’s new body.

“I guess I gained a bit after the wedding,” he said with a shrug. “And then when I hit the gym, I just seemed to bulk up rather than slim down. Probably doesn’t help that the wife’s such a good cook.”

Dean laughed. “That she is.”

“Although, I really need to invest in a new wardrobe,” Max said, squirming in his seat as he tugged at his jeans.

“After your wedding, I had to upgrade some of my clothes. I had the same issue as you. The weight I gained when I twisted my knee just stuck around when I got back to the gym.”

It was Max’s turn to laugh. “We all know what happened to your wardrobe at my wedding.”

Dean blushed, partly from the memory and partly from the many memories of being constantly teased about it by the guys for months afterwards.

“I thought you guys agreed to lay off talking about that.”

Max chuckled. “Dude, you ended up butt naked from the waist down and ran home like that. It’s never going to stop being funny.”

“You wanna be careful, Max. We had the fittings a couple of months ago. It might be your turn to get through a wedding in a suit that doesn’t fit.”

Max started laughing and then quickly stopped as he had the realisation that he had gained more since his fitting.

“I was kidding,” Dean said, after the silence had become uncomfortable.

“Oh, I know. It’s fine though cause I’m picking up the suits, so I can always get mine amended if I need to.”

Dean nodded. “That’s true.”

Max headed back inside after that, leaving Dean to smugly wonder how Max would cope at the wedding. Max was picking all of their suits up the day before the wedding, so it was highly unlikely that he’d have time to get his changed. Maybe he’ll be the one that gets humiliated this time, Dean thought with a grin.

The week later, the wedding had arrived, and Dean was immediately planning how many hours he’d have to get through before he could leave to go home.

Max was bringing everyone’s suits to the venue with the plan that everyone would get changed in their rooms before the ceremony. Dean didn’t have a room as he wasn’t staying so he was planning on using one of the hotel restrooms.

“Hey Max, can I leave my stuff in your room? I’m gonna get changed downstairs, but just need somewhere to store my clothes.”

Max nodded as he handed Dean a garment bag. “You’ll find a little surprise in the front pouch of the bag. They’re non-negotiable so don’t even try and wear something different.”

Dean raised an eyebrow. “What is it?”

Max chuckled. “You’ll see. Now get a move on, we need to be in the ceremony room in fifteen minutes.”

Dean headed downstairs with the bag, feeling very nervous about what “surprise” Max had given him and the other groomsmen. He dived into one of the restrooms and locked the main door behind him so that he could change in more space than just a cubicle.

After hanging the garment bag on the front of one of the cubicle doors, Dean unzipped the bag and pulled out the jacket, shirt with a tie around the neck, and the kilt.

Dean frowned a little at the jacket, feeling sure that his would look a little bigger than that, but not wanting to waste any time, he pulled off his hooded sweatshirt and kicked off his trainers.

Catching his reflection in the mirror, Dean was pleased to see that his stomach was a little flatter, but it didn’t really matter given how big his shoulders and pecs were. Although, he couldn’t remember when his pecs had gotten so hairy.

Dean dropped his sweats to the ground to reveal the white boxer briefs that he’d chosen to wear for the day. But as he unzipped the smaller section on the garment bag, he discovered that he wouldn’t be wearing those at all.

Instead, he would be wearing a pair of black briefs that said “Groomsman” on the butt. Normally, Dean would be happy that he got to wear a pair of briefs, but these briefs were made of a very thin and flimsy material, and he was concerned at how small they were.

After a quick check time of the time, Dean realised he only had a few minutes to get over to the ceremony room, so he grabbed the shirt off the hanger and pulled it on. The arms were a little shorter than he expected, and the material dug in tightly to his shoulders and his biceps, and he was unsure if it would even button.

“How the hell has this happened?” he said as he grabbed the garment bag to search for an explanation.

By rights, his outfit should have been a little loose based on the measurements the tailor took. How was his shirt so small?

As he rifled through the garment bag, Dean was surprised to find a small clothes tag that had come off of one of the hangers.

“Max Fielding.”

Dean couldn’t be sure if Max had accidentally given him his garment bag by mistake or not, but as Dean checked the shoes and saw they were in his size, he knew that Max had done this on purpose.

Max hadn’t got his outfit refitted; he’d just decided to steal Dean’s.

“Fuck,” Dean cursed as he pulled on the knee-high socks and secured them with the flashes.

He grabbed the briefs and stepped into them, unsurprised by how small they were. The material was super stretchy, but even with the extra stretch, Dean could barely get his cock and balls in the pouch and the material at the back only just reached the top of his arse. What was worse was that when Dean spun around and checked the rear view in the mirror, the material looked like mesh. They were see-through except for the words GROOMSMAN and his furry bubble butt was very visible.

Unable to waste any more time, Dean pulled on the kilt with a complete struggle, given how snug it was, and ignoring the memories and the arousal that came from thinking about the last time he’d been in this situation, he put on the sporran, desperately breathed in to do up the buttons on his shirt and pulled on the jacket and the tie.

Bending over to tie his polished leather shoes was more precarious than he cared to think about, and with no time left to take his stuff back upstairs to Max’s room, he decided to leave the garment bag in the restroom.

Dean looked around, wondering where it would be safest to leave the bag, before opting to hide it in a small cleaning cupboard outside of the end cubicle. If nothing else, this time he would have a spare outfit to come back and change into if anything went wrong.

As soon as the bag was secured, Dean unlocked the door and bolted for the ceremony room, where Liam, Max and the other groomsmen were stood chatting with the bridesmaids.

Dean wasted no time in grabbing Max’s arm and yanking him back from the crowd. “I’m gonna assume that you accidentally gave me your clothes, and accidentally put mine on, so let’s nip out and switch.”

Max grinned. “I wondered why this was so loose and comfortable.”

Dean scoffed. “Hardly loose. Come on, Max. It’s your fault your clothes aren’t big enough. Please don’t be a dick about this.”

Max shrugged. “Looks like the guests have started arriving. No time now, Deano.”

Max pushed away from Dean, giving him a slap on the arse as he went.

“That fucking dick,” Dean hissed under his breath.

How the hell was he supposed to get through another wedding in a kilt that was bursting at the seams?