And so James pulled down his pants, exposing his big ass, and jammed a syringe into his round cheek. He let out a small yelp of pain, but quickly forgot as he was transfixed by his ass, growing before his very eyes.
“SYRINGE THIEF!” An accusatory cry snapped James out of his state. Jett stalked over and pointed a finger directly in James’ face. “You lied to me!”
“I didn’t lie to you,” James said, trying to divert attention from his still-growing posterior “I just didn’t tell you what I knew.”
“You literally just described lying!” Jett snatched the box of syringes out of his hand, and gasped in horror when he saw James’ new booty. “It’s bigger than mine?! HOW?!”
“I’ve been working out wayyy before you ordered those things, pal.” James patted his plump rump. “Years of squats and leg days gave me this big boy. And with those syringes,” he made a grab for them “I’ll be a legend!” Jett pulled the box out of reach. “No way! I want to break into movies, and all the major action stars have big butts. The Rock, Captain America, Jean-Claude Van something, all of them! You are not stealing my movie star dreams from me, Diamond!”
“And once I get my butt bigger, I’ll be the hottest movie star this town has ever seen!” Jett declared before grabbing two syringes from the box, yanking down his jeans and jamming them into his left buttcheek. He yelped in pain and his ass began to expand. “Not if I get mine bigger first!” James grabbed three syringes and did likewise.
The two big-assed boys grabbed syringes out of the box and stabbed them into their asses, yelping in pain every time. Their butts grew so big, they ripped their jeans and even their underwear. When it was all over, the two teens stood there panting, big bubble butts on display for the whole apartment to see.
“Oh great!” James cried. “That was my favorite pair of skinny jeans!” “Skinny jeans? You just wasted an entire box of at-home butt injections! Do you know how expensive this prescription was? It was worth two episodes of New Town High’s salary!” Jett complained. “Hey, I’m not the one who started using more than one syringe!” James accused. “You’re the one who wanted a bigger butt! And it doesn’t matter anyway, because mine is bigger than yours anyways!”
“Nuh uh!” “Uh, yuh huh!” “Prove it! Go get a tape measure.” Jett demanded. “Fine.” He watched as James stormed off to the bathroom, his big buttocks jiggling, and felt a stirring in his crotch. Jett bit his lip and palmed his bulge before James came back, tape measure in hand. “Let’s see who gets bragging rights.”
So they measured each other’s butts, first by cheek, then by width and length, and when all was said and done. the bigger butt belonged to…
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