“I’ll go to the store. Amy’s going to bitch me out if she comes home to an empty kitchen.” Bob muttered as he went into his closet.
It was hard finding clothes that would fit over his newly expanded body. Everything had become too small, something Bob realized as he struggled to fit his now massive ass into his jeans. “Wait…I almost got it…” he grunted, hopping back and forth on his feet before he gave one final tug.
A loud RRRRIIIPPPP echoed through the house as the jeans tore, unable to handle the weight of Bob’s new superbooty. “Fuck.” He said, and his stomach growled again.
Eventually, he decided on wearing one of his cutoff work shirts and a pair of Amy’s pregnancy leggings. “Damn, these are comfortable,” Bob murmured, checking out the bulges his new body made in the clothing, before he went downstairs, feeling both his crotch and ass bounce with a newfound weight.
After arriving at the store in his truck, Bob went inside and filled up his cart with a variety of meats, cheeses, beer, soda, chips, cookies and other foods before going to check out.
Working the register was a good looking, muscular man, around his age, and Bob felt self-conscious around him. The cashier rang up the total. “That’ll be $207.89, sir.”
Bob patted around his lower half and cursed inwardly at the realization he left his wallet at home. “Hey, listen, I left my wallet at home, but I really need these groceries. Is there some kind of a deal we can work out?” He pleaded.
“Normally I’d say no, but sure.” The cashier, whose name tag read CHRIS, licked his lips and stared hungrily at Bob’s huge ass.
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