Chapter #8Next day, more school by: PerGynt   Peter woke up with a sigh. If being a superhero wasn't going to kill him, then school would. He got up and put on his clothes. Or, tried to... He was struggling with his jeans, something he hadn't done since puberty. They wouldn't go over his hips, his round ass too juicy.
"Did you shrink my jeans in the wash again, Aunt May?" he sighed. Pulling his zipper all the way down he did one big pull and finally got them over. Peter hadn't noticed yet, but his rump had grown even more since yesterday. Each cheek a full handful of firm, soft booty. They felt a bit tight, but they were his last clean pair, so they would have to do for today. He ate an extra large breakfast then jumped on the bus next to Ned and headed for school. Walking down entrance hallway of his school, our hero got many stares and even a whistle, but Peter didn't think it was ment for him.
First class, math. Peter couldn't help wiggling in his seat, occasionally adjusting his tight pants that were digging uncomfortably into him. If you could fast forward, you would be able to barely notice his bottom expanding outwards ever so slightly. Next class, philosophy. Still the same. "These pants are killing me!" he thought. After class he talked with Ned at his desk before heading on. Ned showed him something on his phone, so Peter, standing next to him, bent over to get a closer look. The girls and guys right behind him blushed at the sight. Peter almost had a heart shaped behind that very much called attention to itself, straining the fabric of his blue jeans.
The next classes went as expected until lunch, once again. Peter once again had an extra large filling, shoveling slice after slice of pizza into his mouth.
"Is that so smart if your pants feel tight?" Ned asked.
"What? Wait, are you saying I'm putting on weight? They've just shrunken in the wash is all," Peter said stuffing another slice into his mouth before taking a large sip from his soda.
"If you say so, dude," Ned sighed.
"I actually need to go pee, can you watch my food?" Peter said and slipped away before Ned could answer. While getting up, Peter accidentally knocked Ned's knife off the table.
"Oh, oops. Sorry, I'll get it," he said and bent over to pick it up when... *RIP* ...The room went almost silent. Peter froze, before he stood back up and snapped his head around. His face went red as he what he had feared. The seat of his pants had ripped, a tear going straight up the middle, showing the blue fabric beneath. While standing there he also noticed something else. "Wait, is my ass huge?"
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