After a whole day of recording with his band mates, James finally got a day of rest. He could finally find out what those injections do. He rushed to get to the stash of syringes, only to be stopped by Jett Stetson.
"Hey, where are you rushing to?" Jett asked.
"Oh...just...uh...really tired."
"So you're rushing to rest?" Jett raised one eyebrow, suspicious.
"Yep. Well, I'll see ya." James rushed around Jett to get to those syringes.
"Wait!" Jett called. "Before you go, can you tell me if you've seen some syringes? They're...uh...perscription, and they went missing a few hours ago."
James' eyes widened, and immediately shifted down towards Jett's butt. He was surprised he hadn't noticed the increased roundness before. Jett's blue jeans hugged his round glutes tightly.
"I don't know. I'll keep an eye out for you."
James then rushed to the stash of syringes, excited now that he knew what they did. He imagined it now - his butt expanding to a round, firm masterpiece that greatly surpassed that of Jett Stetson. All the money he could make shooting underwear commercials, all the hands grabbing at his ass with lust, all the cocks that would be twitch at the sight of his glorious glutes. They were already so plump, but now that would be godly.
"Alright then," James said to himself. "Let's do this."
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