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Robert Forstemann flipped his bike over, resting it on its seat and handle bars. The two wheels were sticking up straight into the air, the front one looking a little flat.
“Damn,” the bicyclist muttered to himself as he looked at the flat tire. He was at the track with a few of his fellow competitors, ready to get some practice before the big meet next week. He was dressed in his tight spandex, the skin-tight material clinging to every curvature of his musculature, especially his plump ass and meaty thighs that he was well known for on Instagram.
Robert waddled over towards the sidelines where a few of the bicycle pumps were. The bottom-heavy man’s ass swayed from side to side as he walked, his large thighs rolling over each other as he moved. A few of the other men looked at him with envy, mentally comparing their much smaller legs to the German machine’s.
“Got a flat?” one of his competitors, Alaric, asked him when he snatched up a bike pump.
Robert just nodded, not really interested in making small talk. He just wanted to pump up his tire and get out onto the track for practice, desperate to keep his title as one of the best bicyclists in Europe.
Alaric got the hint and pursed his lips as his eyes ran up and down the other man’s bubblebutt as he walked away. With a devious gleam in his eye, he muttered something under his breath and grabbed a bike pump of his own before stomping over towards his own overturned bike.
Robert set the pump down at his bike and affixed the hose to the nozzle on the tire. It was one of those standard pumps with the plastic sticking out at the bottom for the user to stand on while they pump at the handle to inflate air into the tire. Robert put his feet on the bottom and gave the pump one large crank, and then another, and another.
The bicyclist cocked his eyebrow in confusion when he started to feel a tightness in his legs, more specifically, in his glutes. They seemed to start to ache a little, almost as if he’d just completed a strenuous leg workout in the gym for hours.
But the tire didn’t inflate in the least.
“What the hell?” Robert wondered aloud as he scratched at his stubble in confusion.
He double checked the connection of the hose and gave the pump one more thrust, but the tire didn’t inflate.
“Damn, this must be busted,” Robert grunted. He shifted his weight from foot to foot as he tried to come up with a solution to his problem, immediately freezing when he felt an unaccustomed weight at his backside as he did so.
The stud cocked his eyebrow in confusion and looked behind him, not quite knowing what to expect. He didn’t, however, expect to see his butt looking as if it had tripled in size, pressing against his spandex shorts to the point of bursting.
“Scheiße!” Robert exclaimed in shock, his eyes going wide at what he saw. He knew that it was impossible, yet he stared down at his much larger ass that seemed to form a perfect right angle from his back. His cheeks were massive and they were perfectly round. His tight spandex shorts did nothing to conceal them from public view, being stretched so tightly that his deep crack was even visible from the white synthetic material.
The cyclist gave his new bubblebutt a tentative poke, his knees buckling as the mere touch of his ass sent tidal waves of pleasure throughout his body.
“Oohh… oh, oh no,” he panted, blushing as soon as the realization of what had happened to him hit him. Robert realized that somehow his butt had inflated to an incredible size, and it had mysteriously become insanely sensitive.
Robert panicked as he frantically looked around at his fellow cyclists for help. None of them seemed to notice that anything was wrong, all of them paying more attention to their own bikes than to his massive ass.
“You doing alright, Robert?” Alaric asked him, nodding his way.
Robert shook his head incredulously. “No!” he cried exasperatedly, gesturing at his large asscheeks. “Look at my ass! You gotta help me! Get me to a hospital, call 112!”
The other man laughed, even cocking his head to the side innocently. “I don’t see anything wrong,” he teased.
“Nothing wrong?!” Robert repeated, going so far as to turn all the way around to showcase his caricature of an ass, wincing when he felt the cheeks jiggle as he moved. “Look at this thing!”
Alaric approached and playfully gave Robert’s inflated ass a slap, making Robert moan loudly and his cock start to twitch to life.
“Oohh, wh… what are you doing?” he panted, incredibly humiliated, yet deeply turned on. Worse was that the formerly straight stud longed for the other man to touch his ass again, and he found himself arching his back to push his larger cheeks closer to him.
Alaric ignored him for the time being, taking immense joy in the needy whimpers from the other man. Instead he grabbed a hold of the bike pump and gave it a few pumps.
Robert’s eyes widened when he felt that odd pressure in his bigger ass, only to see the cheeks inflate even larger. “Wait! Alaric, please don’t!” the bottom-heavy stud begged, only to keep feeling his ass grow larger and larger…
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