Guy rebounded from the wall, the bounce of his ass propelling him forward. He was still nervous, but he had come to the realization that he should own what was now his. That being the two mounds of mass behind him.
“Let’s go,” Guy said to Robby, walking past him and out of the bathroom. His cheeks were trying so hard to jiggle under his tight pants. They were still growing. His thighs were massive, and he had to almost waddle to avoid them rubbing constantly.
“Ok then, where are we going?” Robby asked, following him out the door. He caught up to Guy and they walked side by side to the front door of their office building.
“To this donut place down the street. I’m feeling like we need a treat today,” Guy said. Guy still had his hands locked at his side. It jutted out behind him like a mountain and his arms were getting tired trying to hold his fleshy hips closer to his frame to prevent his pants from tearing. He loved those pants.
They turned right out the door and started on the sidewalk toward the donut shop. Guy let Robby out the door first, out of instinct so he could get a brief glimpse of his backside. He loved the way his cheeks moved up and down, alternating with each step. Nudging his hand to his butt, he found that his cheeks were already bigger than Robby’s. When they would stop growing, he had no clue.
Guy caught up with Robby, feeling the tightness in his pants and trying his best not to rip them with each step. He decided to make light conversation.
“So Robby, I know you’re straight, but what’s you’re type?”
Robby laughed. “I like a good brunette, definitely more heavy, especially in the top half.”
”You don’t like them more… bottom heavy?”
“Only on special occasions.”
”And what would those be?”
”That’s a secret.”
Guy smiled. He would find out eventually.
They continued walking, Guy continuing to focus on not ripping his pants. They were probably heavily stretched in the seat area, so if his butt ever did return to normal, the pants wouldn’t even fit correctly. Maybe he needed a bigger ass.
Guy had also begun to notice how heavy the lower half of his body was becoming. As it was growing, he had begun to walk slower and slower to adjust. His center of gravity had changed dramatically, and he had to keep himself from swaying. Each step produced a stability-threatening jiggle in his cheeks and his thighs.
They finally arrived at the donut shop. Robby held the door for Guy as he walked in, mainly because he has reached it first due to Guy lagging behind. It was all ok with Guy, however: Robby would get a glance at his rear.
He got what he wanted immediately, that being a comment.
“My guy,” Robby said, “you are stuffed back there. Are you sure you really need a donut?”
Guy smiled. “Of course,” he said. “Bigger is only better.”
Guy ordered a glazed, Robby followed suit with a chocolate sprinkled. They sat down at table near the windows and opened their bags. Guy found that he could barely fit into his seat. In fact, he had to struggle to get in it. Robby just watched with amazement.
”I hope you’re gonna be ok. Don’t overwork yourself when working out, Guy.”
“Believe me, I’m gonna be ok. Might need some new pants, that’s all.” Pulling out the glazed donut, Guy couldn’t help but look at it a little erotically.
He took a bite into it and started a conversation with Robby.
“So, what do we need to do t-“ *rip*
His butt was suddenly colder, as if it had hit open air.
“Oh god.” Guy thought. The sound had been audible, he could tell mainly by the look on Robby’s face.
“Let’s go to the bathroom. There’s gotta be something we can use in there.” Robby suggested. Guy nodded, trying his best to hold his hands over his massive ass as he got up. He wasn’t sure how big the rip was, or if his hands were even covering it. He just needed to move quickly.
The bathroom was in the corner. It was a single room with a lock on it, with a single toilet and sink. Nowhere to hide for Guy now.
Following Guy into the room, Robby locked the door.
“What are we gonna do? I can’t even get these off, they’re too tight.” Guy said.
“You won’t have to,” Robby said in a deceiving manner.
Guy was confused, he didn’t know what was going on. “What do you mean? I can’t wear these now, they’re ruined. They were my favorite pants.”
”Would you stop talking about the pants? Turn around,” Robby said. Guy reluctantly followed his order, revealing his new badonk to Robby. “Remember how I said I like ass on… special occasions?” Robby said.
Guy nodded. He didn’t know where he was going with this.
“Well, that special occasion is right now. I like ass when it’s not even a girl,” Robby revealed.
Guy went tomato red. He had based his wish off of Robby’s ass, and now Robby liked his ass? It wasn’t what he had wanted, but he would take it.
Guy placed his fingers underneath each massive cheek, and jiggled them rapidly. He could hear them clapping together, and soon he felt a pair of hands, Robby’s, fondling the two spheres. He acted as if he had never seen an ass before. Robby poked it, jiggled it, grabbed it, pulled it, pushed it to a fro, watched it move around. To Guy, this felt magnificent.
Soon, Guy started feeling something else against his rear: Robby’s pants. He could feel the fabric rubbing against him, and felt Robby’s member under it.
Robby’s hands wrapped around Guy, his bulge settling right between the deepening crevice between Guy’s growing cheeks. His hands found Guy’s belt.
“Can I?” Robby asked.
Before Guy could give a response, there was a knock on the bathroom door. Robby jolted from Guy’s behind and went to the corner of the room. The quickness of his exit made Guy’s ass waver from side to side. It was still growing.
What will Guy do?
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