Since Your Box Is Cleared Can I Request A Pec To Muscletits Story Or Morph Of Old 2000s Gay Porn Star

Since your box is cleared can I request a pec to muscletits story or morph of old 2000s gay porn star Caesar?

[I could not, for the life of me, find a pic of him that I could morph well. Sorry!]

Let's travel back in time to the mid/early 2000s, back to when Caesar was active in his porn and competitive bodybuilding career, and he's getting ready to step out on stage...

The crowd roared with applause as Caesar waddled out on stage, his massive muscles glistening underneath the stage lights. Every crevice of his immense musculature shone onstage, illustrating just how massive his muscles were. And the tiny blue poser that barely contained his enormous cock oozed masculinity, making the massive muscleman the awe of many other men in the crowd, many of them wishing for one night with the pornstar bodybuilder.

Caesar moved from pose to pose, nailing every position. His muscles bulged with power and he had a cocky grin on his handsome face as he moved, knowing that first place was well within his grasp.

The giant bodybuilder's stance faltered slightly when he felt cool air blow over his large body. The coolness of the mysterious air caused his pert nipples to harden and poke out off his pecs, making him blush slightly.

Caesar's jaw dropped in shock when his pecs then shuddered and started to inflate. His proportional mounds of muscle grew like balloons as they began to protrude off of his chest. They pushed out and rounded, forming an impressive set of muscletits instead of pecs, capped by large nubby nipples that were seemingly perpetually hard. His pecs grew so large that they blocked the stunned stud's view of anything below them, and his agape jaw brushed the top of them as he stared down in shock.

Even the audience was shocked, before erupting into even louder applause at the bodybuilder with the ludicrously large pecs that were more so muscletits.

Caesar blushed and rushed off stage, noting how he had to arch his back in order to support the new weight on his chest. This only served to push his new muscletits out further into the open though; and his face was bright red as his inflated chest bounced and jiggled with every step he took.

Luckily for the larger Caesar, the big-chested bodybuilder was very resourceful, and his new pec-fucking videos that were posted online proved to be very popular.

Flash-forward to modern day, after Caesar retired from porn and decided to focus on physical training, the muscle daddy with huge muscletits now helps other men grow their pecs to enormous sizes.

Caesar's huge muscletits turned out to be a blessing, and if you ask him nicely, he'll let you give them a squeeze.

Chris Evans hasn't been pulling views lately as Captain America. The producers at Marvel have the idea to improve him a bit; statistics show pecs and ass pull more eyes to the screen. He's under contract, so they don't need to ask. Even if he wasn't, its permanent, so what else is he gonna do?

"You son of a bitch!" Chris Evans roared as he stormed into the producer's office.

The hunky actor's face was bright cherry red as he struggled to move around with his warped proportions. The normally proportional, toned hunk was now a curvy himbo, with pecs so large that they could only be referred to as "Muscletits", and an ass so large that it needed its own zip code.

Chris Evans tried to wear some of his normal clothing, but his larger proportions made them look skin tight on him. His pecs had inflated to the size of small melons, protruding off his chest at a ridiculous angle. His noticeably enlarged nipples poked against the thin fabric of his shirt, the cotton rubbing up against them making his cock throb in his pants. His rotund booty was so large and round that it looked like the actor was smuggling a pair of basketballs in his pants, constantly jiggling and shifting with every step Chris took.

"What's the problem, Mr. Evans?" the producer innocently asked.

"'What's the problem'?!" Chris cried out, holding out his arms to show off his warped body. "Look at me! I look like a damn himbo! Now turn me back!"

The actor's body had been transformed into its current curvy form last week after a meeting with his management, which had claimed that they needed to help Chris Evans boost his image ever since he quit being Captain America. The actor had been on board, unaware of the actual plan that was in store. After taking a mysterious supplement, Chris had been horrified to witness his body morphing into its current himbo state.

The producer mock frowned and typed away at his computer. "Sorry, Mr. Evans," he said, "but we have a contract. You gave us permission to do anything in our power to help boost your sales."

"B-but..." Chris tried to protest, looking down at his altered body, but his muscletits blocked his view of anything south.

"And," the producer continued, "we've managed to get you signed back on with Marvel, and our data suggests that your new tits and booty will be a massive draw for customers."

Chris Evans paled at the thought of romping around in skin tight Captain America suit, his muscletits constantly hindering his movements, and his big butt jiggling behind him tantalizingly.

But then his cock throbbed even more and began to leak precum into his tight boxers despite his humiliation.

"Fine," the curvy hunk relented, "when do we start?"

“Here’s your coffee,” Brandon said as he handed Lance a white cup.

The other man just grunted as he took the offered cup.

Brandon bit down on his lip expectantly, eying his manager cautiously as the cup was brought up towards his lips. Ever since Lance had taken on the manager position at the sporting goods store where they worked, work has been a nightmare. Lance was impatient and arrogant as hell, barking orders at every other employee and seeing himself as higher than all of them. He always strutted around the store like he was top dog and it was annoying everyone else, especially Brandon, who had been hired on at the same time as Lance.

Lance took a sip of the coffee, grimacing as he swallowed. “That’s really bitter,” he muttered, eying the other man up and down. “Did you add the cream and sugar as I’d specified?”

Brandon, a smirk forming on his face since the seller had claimed that only a sip was needed, shook his head. “Nope,” he smiled widely in the small office where they were. “I put something else in there, something I think you’ll enjoy a lot more.”

The manager jerked back in his seat at his desk, looking at his subordinate in shock. “You spiked my coffee?” he asked incredulously. “You realize I can have you arrested, let alone fired, for that…”

He was cut off when one of the buttons on his uniform polo popped off, clattering onto the small wooden desk before him. He scrunched up his brow in confusion and looked down at his shirt in time for another button to pop off, making him gasp when he saw why.

Lance’s previously toned pecs were inflating at a rapid rate. The small mounds were packing on meat as they rounded and puffed out away from his chest, starting to form a shelf. Even his nipples began to enlarge, hardening and poking conspicuously against the straining fabric of his polo.

“Wh-what’s happening to me?!” Lance panicked as he grabbed at his large muscletits, which still expanded under his exploring hands. He stood up and wobbled as the new additions to his chest threw him off balance.

Brandon couldn’t help but stare in awe, knowing that the potion he’d snuck into his manager’s coffee would have some sort of effect, but not like this. He felt so turned on as he watched the inflating man panic over his warping proportions, his cock starting to tent out his uniform khaki pants.

Meanwhile, Lance’s khakis looked like they were vacuuming around his own cock as they started to stretch over his growing ass. The stud whimpered as he looked over his shoulder, paling at the sight of his cheeks packing on size just like his now massive pecs. His bubblebutt continued to inflate until there was a loud rip that echoed throughout the small office. Lance turned around, giving Brandon a full view of the giant ass that had pushed itself through the large tear it had created. His underwear struggled to contain the massive globes, eventually riding up them, resembling more of a thong than briefs.

The warped Lance looked down at himself in horror, trying desperately to piece together what had just happened to him. Moments before, he had been toned yet lanky; but now he was more curvy with thick pecs that obscured his view of below and a giant ass that bounced with every tentative step he took.

All the while, Brandon looked at his manager, smirking as he watched the new himbo try to come to terms with his transformation.

“What happened to me?” Lance whimpered, noting his limited range of movement as his arms kept colliding with his inflated pecs as he tried to feel around his warped body. He took a step forward, wincing when he had to adopt a new stance thanks to his inflated proportions. He had to arch his back due to the massive pecs on his hairy chest and his giant ass kept wagging back and forth, almost as if it were advertising itself.

“Stop worrying and relax,” Brandon said in a calm voice.

“‘Stop worrying’?” Lance repeated incredulously. “How can I stop…” He trailed off when an unknown sense of calm washed over his new body, making him feel incredibly at ease. He was still confused over how his body could’ve changed so drastically, but he couldn’t bring himself to show any of the panic he’d felt mere seconds ago.

Brandon couldn’t help but smirk at the situation before him. “I think this going to be a better fit for you, Lance,” he grinned. “From now on, I’m the manager, and you’re my personal assistant. Got it?”

Lance wanted to argue, to demand to know why the other man was so calm. However, when he parted his lips, he was surprised to hear himself say, “Yes, Sir.”

“Go out on the floor and greet the customers,” Brandon ordered, walking around the desk and sitting down in the large chair. “And make sure to show off for them.” With a flick of his wrist, he waved the former manager away.

Lance’s heart sank in his inflated chest as he felt his legs start to propel him out of his old office. He grimaced as he realized that he was walking out on the store floor with his newly globular asscheeks on display for all to see as they bounced and swayed with every step he took. His pecs were so big that they made his polo end above his navel, looking more like a cut off. His nipples poked through the fabric for all to see, completing his himbo look that was sure to attract lots of attention.

The himbo spotted a man with a dad bod looking over some of the shoes and he felt himself saunter over, a seductive sway in his hips. He internally winced when he stopped in front of the older man, his inflated pecs bouncing with unknown want as his eyes hungrily ran up and down the man’s form. 

“Can I help you, Stud?” he practically purred, his eyes widening at how he’d addressed another man. Lance had never had a single gay thought in his life before, yet there he was in a new gay body calling another guy a stud. He wanted to run off and hide, yet the orders he’d received from his new boss forced him to stay put.

The man with the dad bod eyed Lance and smirked. “You sure you’re up for it?” he winked.

Despite screaming at himself to stop, Lance turned around and presented his enormous new ass at the man, giving it a little shake and making it bounce wildly. “I’m positive I can, Sexy,” he moaned. “Why don’t you follow me to the fitting room, and I can show you how I take care of our customers?”

The dad bod man nodded and followed behind Lance to the fitting rooms, all the while the new himbo screamed on the inside over what had happened to him. However, his cock was hardening in his pants as he closed the door to the fitting room.

All the while, Brandon sat back in his new chair and propped his feet up onto his desk as he watched the live feed from the cameras that peeked inside the fitting rooms. He felt himself grow hard at the sight of Lance in his new body bent over and getting fucked by some random guy. Lance was tugging on his larger nipples as he was fucked and his mouth was open indicating that he was moaning loudly. His eyes, however, were panicked and disbelieving.

“I love this job,” Brandon contently sighed as he continued to watch.

Part 1

It had been about a week since that fateful day when Vincent De Haître’s ass had somehow inflated to epic proportions. The former cyclist now cringed whenever he had to go out in public, unable to wear anything over his expansive rear except for the tightest spandex bottoms, which sill strained to bursting to cover up his massive cheeks. 

Vince always looked like he was trailing two beachballs behind him. His inflated ass jutted away from his lower back, looking like a shelf one could rest a wineglass on, and it jiggled like crazy whenever he waddled around. 

The bottom-heavy stud knew that his career as a cyclist was now over, and he was starting to feel defeated as he hid away in his house when his manager called him with a proposition.

“Porn?” Vince had gasped when he’d heard what his manager had had in mind. “No fuckin’ way.”

“You already had an OnlyFans, what’s the difference?” his manager had countered. “Besides, there’s a growing audience for bubblebutt bottoms.”

Vince was hesitant at first. He wasn’t gay and the thought of another man fucking him made him feel little queasy. However, he knew that it was going to be close to impossible to find any other sort of job with his new butt. Taking a defeated look at the massive cheeks, he finally agreed.

Fortunately for the bottom-heavy stud, it didn’t take long for Vince to settle into his role as a bottom for gay porn. He always had the stipulation that his face was obscured so that no one could ever know that the former cyclist had fallen so far. The company he filmed for even allowed him to film the videos himself, letting him use his phone so that he could upload the videos himself or send it to them for editing. Plus, to make the transition easier, Vince was surprised to see that his videos were wildly popular, with many of the viewers commenting on how hot his new massive ass was. It filled Vince with a sense of bittersweet pride: he was still miffed over the loss of his old life, but was a little relieved that there was still a way for him to maintain some semblance of glory.

The next week, Vince was filming another video that had him bent over the kitchen counter and getting pounded by an incredibly hung bodybuilder. The muscle man’s thick ebony muscles glistened underneath the fluorescents due to the oil that he’d covered himself with. With a ski mask over his face, Vince strained his lean arms as his massive cheeks jiggled from the pounding they were receiving. Due to time constraints, Vince had to live stream this video; and from his vantage point, he could see all the comments filing in on the phone, letting him know that he had hundreds of guys jacking off to him at this very moment.

“Mmm,” the bodybuilder hummed, “I can’t believe I get to fuck this giant ass, finally.”

“Been watching my stuff for a while, Stud?” Vince said through gritted teeth. The cock in his ass was much larger than any of the others he’d ever taken, making it a little hard for him to ease into it.

The muscle man grunted and placed both of his beefy hands on Vince’s trim waist. “Been paying close attention ever since you won Gold in Bolivia,” the man commented, a smirk detectable in his deep voice.

Vince felt the blood drain from his face at the horrifying realization that this man knew who he was and could potentially blow his cover. “Wh-what are you talking about?” Vince panted, wincing as the other man picked up speed.

“Relax, Vincent,” the bodybuilder laughed, condescendingly running a beefy hand along the shocked stud’s back, “I gave you those nice cheeks, so it’s only natural that I get to enjoy them.”

“What?!” Vince nearly shouted, straightened up and looking over this shoulder to stare down the grinning muscle man. “You did this to me?!” He gestured at the two large globes affixed to him.

“Surprised?” the man purred.

There was a terrifying tingling sensation, and Vince’s eyes bulged out of his skull as his already-giant ass began to inflate even more. It lifted out and rounded even more than previously thought possible. The bodybuilder even had to shuffle his feet backwards a little in order to make room for the growing cheeks. Vince’s stomach dropped as they just kept going and going. If his spandex bottoms were tight before, there was absolutely no way they’d manage to fit over his new ass now. Eventually the tingling finished, making it look like Vince’s ass had gone from basketballs to full on beach balls, comically huge on his toned body.

Vince looked up at the bodybuilder with pleading eyes, opening his mouth to beg for him to change him back. However, instead all that came out was a low moan. 

“Ooohhh,” Vince moaned hungrily, curling his toes as he was instantly hit with such a surge of lust that he nearly swooned. His ass felt like it was electrified and the massive cock that was still inside of it was feeding it more power.

The muscle man kept smirking and resumed thrusting his hips, making the bottom stud roll his eyes back and continue moaning like a bitch in heat.

“How’s this for a trick?” the bodybuilder asked. “Now you’ll never be able to get off ever again unless you have another man’s cock up that giant ass of yours… and it’s being streamed for all to see.” He then reached over and snatched the mask off of Vince’s head, exposing his moaning face for all to see.

Even more comments filtered across the screen as people were shocked to see that the stud with the incredibly giant ass was none other than Vincent De Haître.

Vince felt a stab of humiliation over what his life had become. Now he knew that he had no other choice but to become a gay porn star. His ass was so massive that he doubted that he’d even be able to leave his house without being cited for indecency due to not being able to cover it. And he knew he was developing a deep-seeded hunger for cock up his ass. He wanted to yell at the bodybuilder for what he’d done to him, to beg him to return his ass to its regular size.

His massive ass cheeks continued to ripple, the shaking sending thunderous pleasure waves straight to his cock. Vince felt himself tense up and he couldn’t stop the loud moan from escaping his lips as he came on camera for all to see.

“OOohhh!” Vince nearly shrieked, his cum splashing all over the kitchen counter. As he spasmed, his hyperbolic bubblebutt bounced and shook, demanding complete attention from all of his viewers.

“Thanks for squeezing me in so soon, Doc,” Viktor said as he entered the small room at the hospital. He was clad in just a blue and white hospital gown, and he kept a tight hold on the back, trying to preserve his dignity and not show his ass to every other patient.

“It’s no problem,” the doctor grinned as he ran a beefy hand through his salt and pepper hair. He grabbed his clipboard and looked over it, silently reading the notes that the nurse had scribbled down. “So you’ve been experiencing some pain after a wrestling match?”

Viktor nodded, turning a little red in the face. “Yeah,” he murmured, “I think I might’ve pulled a muscle in my… in my…” He was too embarrassed to say it and just gestured at his backside.

“In your glutes?” the doctor finished for him.

He quietly nodded.

The doctor paused for a second, a devious gleam in his blue eyes. “You know, there’s actually this topical cream that I can administer,” he offered, an excited quality to his voice as his eyes ran up and down Viktor’s wrestler muscles. “It is experimental, so I will have to apply it myself.”

Viktor bit down on his lip in thought for a moment. There was no way he wanted some man to rub some special cream into his ass; but he really needed to get over this soreness so that he wouldn’t be at risk of losing his wrestling scholarship. Plus, he figured that the doctor was a medical professional, so nothing bad would happen.

“Fine,” he finally agreed.

“Great!” the doctor beamed, patting the examining bed/table that was in the room. “Go ahead and lie prone right here, and expose your glutes.”

The stud’s blush grew darker as he followed the doctor’s directions, lying down on his stomach. Very slowly, he released his tight grip that was on the back of the gown, letting the flaps fall to side, completely exposing his firm ass to the older man. He heard the pulling of a drawer and the snapping of gloves before a cool goop was squirted onto his bare cheeks.

He flinched at the cold, his blush getting even redder until he was certain he looked like a cherry. “Sorry, just a little weird…” he admitted, not into the idea of a man touching his ass at all.

The doctor gave a low chuckle. “Relax, Viktor,” he hummed. “I’m going to rub this cream in and you may feel a… pleasant sensation.”

Pleasant sensation? Viktor scrunched up his face in confusion at the choice of words that the older man had chosen. He shook it from his mind and forced himself to relax by staring at the poster of the muscular system that was on the wall.

The doctor’s large hands clamped down on Viktor’s tender cheeks, kneading them as he rubbed the ointment in.

Instantly, the cool viscous fluid started to warm up and leave a tingling sensation on Viktor’s skin. The stud had gotten plenty of massages before, but never on his ass, and never any that felt this good. The doctor hadn’t been lying when he’d said that he’d feel a pleasant sensation. Not only was the soreness and pain instantly gone, but the warm, tingling feeling from the medication was nothing like he’d ever felt before. And the rough, beefy hands of the older man seemed to make it even better.

“How’s that feel, Viktor?” the doctor asked.

The jock opened his mouth to say that it was good, but all that came out was, “Ooohhh.” 

His eyes popped open at the low moan that’d escaped his lips and he wanted to bolt out of the room, but the tingling on his ass only intensified and he suddenly began to crave more.

“Thought so,” the doctor chuckled. “Told ya it’d feel good. It’s gonna get even better.”

Viktor flinched when he felt more of the ointment being applied to his skin, and as soon as the doctor began to rub it in, he was spasming. The beefy hands and the ointment were shooting signals straight to his cock which immediately hardened under him, being squeezed between the exam table and his chiseled abs. The horny jock unconsciously flexed his asscheeks, desperate to feel more.

The doctor gave a sinister laugh. “Enjoying ourself, are we?” he teased, giving the jock’s ass a playful smack.

“OOhh!” Viktor squealed at the rough spanking he’d received. Not only did his rock hard cock start to leak pre-cum, but he felt a momentary stab of fear when he felt his ass ripple more than it should have. It was a fleeting thought though as his hormones went into over drive as his ass was massaged by the doctor. He started squirming uncontrollably on the table and bucking his hips, trying to shove his cheeks into the doctors hold even more.

“Eager, huh?” the older man asked. “Well, it’s all rubbed in, so maybe it’ll be okay if I do this…”

“OOOHHoooohhHH!” Viktor squealed at the top of his lungs from the insane amount of pleasure that burst inside of him as the doctor’s tongue lapped at his tight hole. He was seeing stars as the doctor hungrily tongued his hole while simultaneously squeezing his jiggling cheeks. All coherent thought was lost as the addled jock bucked wildly on the exam table, his eyes rolling to the back of his head and his cock leaking like a faucet. “Don’t stop! D-don’t stop!”

The doctor shoved his face even further into the jock’s ass, his trimmed beard prickling against Viktor’s hole. The dual sensations sent the jock into overdrive and it didn’t take long before he moaned loudly as his untouched cock blew what felt like the largest load of his life.

Viktor collapsed onto the table, panting as he tried to catch his breath. His sticky cum was plastered against his chest and his ass cheeks still tingled from where the doctor had touched them.

“I think you’re on the road to recovery,” the doctor said as he straightened up. “You do need to schedule another appointment though. And soon.”

Viktor, his confused head swarming with questions, just numbly nodded. He peeled himself off the cum-covered exam table and stood up, feeling like something was off. He couldn’t pinpoint it until he took a step forward and felt an unfamiliar shift behind him. He looked over his shoulder and nearly cried out in shock.

“What happened to my ass?!” he panicked, his eyes going wide at the pumpkin-sized cheeks that had replaced his formerly toned butt. They were perfectly round and jiggled with every step he took, making his spent cock stir slightly. There was no way he’d be able to conceal the massive cheeks in any of his clothes, and they were so big that he couldn’t even hide them with the hospital gown.

The doctor walked up to him and nodded with satisfaction as he took in the sight. “Oh right,” he muttered, “side effects include some minor swelling.”

“Minor!?” Viktor roared, turning around and waving his rotund cheeks in the older man’s direction. “This isn’t minor! Fix it!”

The doctor shook his head. “I’m confused, Viktor,” he mused. “I thought you came in here for pain. And as I recall, you no longer feel any pain in your glutes, right?” 

He leaned forward and gave the bottom heavy jock another playful swat on his bare cheeks, making them bounce like crazy. At the feeling of his inflated, sensitive ass being spanked, Viktor instantly came again and was left in a hazy bliss as the globes still rippled.

“See? Nothing but a pleasant sensation.”

“Citizens of Metropolis!” the super villain, Mega Nerd, announced to the panicking crowd of people who tried to flee the chaotic scene. He sat atop his mechanized machine that resembled a throne straight out of a kaiju film. He clutched onto a bright red piece of machinery that was in the shape of a hairdryer, albeit shiny and with blinking blue lights along the shaft. “The time has come for you all to except me as your unconditional ruler!”

The maniacal man laughed atop his large robot, jubilation flowing through his veins as he began to feel as if he’d finally accomplished his first step to complete world domination.

“Not so fast, Mega Nerd!” came the deep bellow of Superman.

The villain narrowed his spectacled eyes at the muscled-up hero who flew in at an amazing speed and landed nimbly on his feet right in front of the robot. Superman crossed his buff arms over his thick chest, the red and blue material of his costume straining to contain his impressive bulk. Even his large bulge was thrusted forward by his thick thighs, seemingly taunting the villain who scowled with envy.

“Yay! It’s Superman! He’s come to save us!” numerous citizens began to cheer.

The spandex-clad hero cracked his knuckles, his bulging biceps flexing threateningly as he did so. “Stop the rampage now, or else I’ll have to make you stop!” he announced, the bravado and confidence coating his every words. He already knew how this would wind up: Mega Nerd would refuse to cooperate, he’d have to destroy the machine, and then he’d kick Mega Nerd’s ass (he sucks at hand-to-hand combat).

Mega Nerd, however, didn’t show an ounce of fear, but instead smiled widely as he chuckled menacingly. “I think you’ll find yourself a little incapacitated, Superman,” he taunted, raising the obscure machine that he held in his clutches.

“You wanna do this the hard way then,” Superman grunted, a little happy that he’d get to lay waste to the annoying man. “So be it.”

Superman launched himself high up into the air, flying through the smoggy air with both fists directed outwards to destroy the massive robot in one motion.

“I knew you’d be like this,” Mega Nerd teased, “and I came prepared!” With a push of one of the many flashing blue buttons, a pink laser beam fired out of the handheld machine, flickering at such a lightening speed that Superman was completely stunned when it hit him square in the pecs.

The muscled hero fell to the sidewalk, cracking the concrete from his hard landing. The laser had sent a strong vibration through him, making his muscle tense up and feel so sore, almost like he’d just spent weeks working out… particularly his lower body.

“Is that all you got?” he panted and he struggled to his hands and knees. “Some little Nerf replica?”

Mega Nerd’s eyes lit up from behind his thick glasses and his smile stretched the confines of his face. A couple of the random citizens who were brave enough to watch the battle gasped and a few of them even pulled out their phones to start recording the sore superhero.

Superman was confused at the total change in the air. He finally made it back onto his feet, nearly stumbling backwards as it seemed as if his weight was thrown off. “What the…?” he trailed off, taking a cautionary step backward, his eyes widening with shock when he felt an unfamiliar jiggle emanating from his rear. Confused, the hero looked at his reflection that showed in the glassy exterior of one of the skyscrapers, gasping at what he saw.

His ass had grown to epic proportions, jutting out from his lower back at a near ninety degree angle, stretching the blue spandex of his superhero costume to the limits. His cheeks were perfectly rotund and jiggled with every slight movement he made. His upper body looked completely out of place when it was paired with his inflated lower half.

“Wh-what did you do?!” he shouted at the villain as he gave his massive bubblebutt a tentative poke. As soon as he made contact with his inflated rear, Superman let out a low moan, throwing his head back at the insane amount of pleasure that radiated from his massive ass just being touched.

The pleasure was so insane that his mind started to cloud over and all the hunky, bottom heavy superhero could think about was his giant ass. Both of his beefy hands squeezed his own humongous cheeks, eliciting yet another lustful moan. His cock twitched to life, tenting out his elastic spandex.

Mega Nerd continued to laugh triumphantly atop his robot. “Success!” he cried out, balling up his fists with glee. “Now that the experimental butt growth ray is working, I will inflate the asses of every superhero who dares challenges me, rendering them too busy playing with their inflated ass than to fight me!”

Superman was incoherent, too busy squeezing his large cheeks than to pay attention to a word the villain was saying. His cock began to leak cum in his supersuit, forming a large wet spot in the front. His fingers couldn’t help but grope at the abundant flesh, sinking in a lot farther than they really should have. The pleasure was so blinding that the superhero didn’t care that some citizens were still filming him, or that he was cumming just from playing with his massive ass. All he could focus on was more… he had to play with his ass some more. Nothing else mattered.

Deep down, Superman cried out in humiliated agony at what his life had now become, but on the outside the muscled up superhero whined like a bitch in heat as his giant bubblebutt shook and jiggled with every movement he made.

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Originally, this was about a different superhero, but I cannot for the life of me find the first pic, so I had to change it.