Bretts butt hits you like a freight train, knocking you to the ground and smothering you with tons of flesh as he begins to eat a hamburger. The white material all around you constantly shifts from his slightest movements. When you said you wanted to get close to him, you didn't mean shrunk and under his butt close. Suddenly the weight is lifted, and you gasp for air before looking up to see his butt beginning to lower again, this time you are under his crack. The smell was mild but reminded you every second of where you were. Bretts bubble butt began to clench as he felt something squirming, lifting his left cheek, a hand appeared and pinched you between two fingers before pulling you out into fresh air. You watch as his heavy thighs, happy trail, and pecs go by before his giant fuzzy face takes up your view.
"Cuz, what the hell happened to you!?" He said while gawking. You could smell beef and onions on his breath. "I have no idea but you have to help me!" you yell. He ponders this, then says, "I'd like to help, but if I were to leave someone will notice, plus I'm still eating, and an athlete needs energy, and also our hang out time is going to be way better with you like this." He says sternly. You stammer, "B...but how am I going to survive like this?! I was almost killed by your butt for Pete sake!" He chuckles, "Who said I'm leaving you?" He pulls his hand back around to the waistband of the back of his speedo, which was struggling to contain the massive amount of flesh. You watch as he pulls the Lycra away to reveal two giant hills with a deep crack, then he drops you....
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