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The absolute god Steve Raider
Cole strutted into the locker room with his head held high. The college jock puffed out his hairy chest and forced a smirk on his face. As he changed into his gym shorts and tank top, his friend, Jason, walked up and started to change too.
“Hey man,” he said. “How’d your date go with Jessie last night?”
Cole shook his head and chuckled. “She’s a fuckin’ weirdo,” he laughed. “She was going on and on about some moon ritual and healing crystals. I just said I had to go to the bathroom and dipped. There’s no way I wanna date some witch-wannabe.” He checked himself out in the mirror at the end of his explanation, admiring how his spandex shorts showed off his toned cheeks and how his bulging, hairy pecs stretched his tank top to the limit.
Jason burst out into hysterics and clapped his friend on his beefy shoulder. “You’re such an ass,” he laughed.
Cole laughed too, but stopped when he felt a throbbing sensation in his glutes. He winced and looked down at them, not seeing anything wrong. He figured it was just a spasm or maybe he was still a little banged up from one of his games.
“Ready?” Jason asked when he finished changing. “I need to do legs, so you gotta spot me.”
Cole snickered. “Yeah, with those chicken legs of yours, you need tons of help,” he teased, pointing at Jason’s slimmer form.
Jason just snorted and rolled his eyes. “You are an ass,” he jokingly countered.
Cole winced again when he felt that odd throb in his butt; but as soon as it had appeared, it was gone. He shook it off and trailed behind his friend towards the squat rack for leg day. As he moved, he could’ve sworn that his gait felt off. He couldn’t pinpoint it exactly, but it was almost as if there was more weight— he felt heavier somehow.
Cocking an eyebrow, the confused muscle stud looked down at himself, seeing nothing out of the ordinary. He had partied pretty hard over the weekend, so perhaps all the beer he’d had was making him pack on a little weight. He shrugged it off and began to set the weights onto the bar for Jason.
His friend positioned himself under the bar and began to perform reps, but when he squatted down, Cole noticed that his form was a little off.
“Wait,” he said, having him rack up the bar. “Let me show you how so you don’t break your back like some old man.” He arrogantly pushed the other guy out of the way and positioned the bar on his own larger traps.
“Wow, thanks,” Jason said sarcastically, “…ass.”
Cole squatted down, that throb hitting his ass like a freight train, making him gasp. He straightened back up immediately and put the bar back on the rack in confusion. “What the hell is wrong with me?” he wondered quietly. He was starting to consider going to physical therapy, a little fearful he might’ve pulled something.
“Oh damn,” Jason whistled, “I see you’ve been doing leg day without me.”
“What are you talking about…” Cole’s voice trailed off when he caught sight of his warped reflection in one of the many mirrors aligning the walls of the gym. His upper body was its usual muscled self, but when he turned to the side, he noticed that his butt was a little larger than usual. It wasn’t anything drastic, but he could definitely tell that his cheeks shouldn’t have been as round as they were now. Even as a test, he lightly bounced, his stomach dropping at how much jiggle there was to his rear.
Jason, oblivious to his friend’s inner turmoil, positioned himself back under the bar. “Dude, I need a spotter,” he said. “Can you come over here and stop checking out your ass?”
Cole gasped in horror as he watched his big butt shudder and literally round out the smallest bit, pushing even further outwards from his lower back. The seams of his spandex shorts groaned as they tried to contain the growing globes of his.
He made a mad dash for the locker room, desperate to find out what was happening to him. As he ran, Cole winced as he felt his larger cheeks bouncing and jiggling a lot more than they should have. Given his tight spandex shorts, they were on full display for the whole gym to see, and he definitely garnered a few lustful stares from people admiring his glutes. When he made it to the locker room, he paused in front of the mirror and with a shaky hand gave the alien mass behind him a few pokes, his heart sinking when he realized that it was all real: His butt was growing somehow.
“Wh-what the fuck is happening to me?” he panicked to no one, running a frantic hand through his hair. He paused for a second when he remembered what had happened every time he’d felt that throbbing sensation.
All that was consistent was that he’d heard the word ‘Ass’.
Swallowing down the nervous lump in his thick throat, the pale stud parted his lips. “Ass,” he whispered.
On cue, his own ass shuddered and inflated some more, looking all the more rounder.
Cole nearly collapsed, unable to believe what was happening despite seeing it for himself. It was impossible— there was no way one simple word could trigger his butt to just grow like this. Yet, there he was: in the locker room gawking at the huge cheeks that were attached to him, trembling as he noticed the extra bounce that they had. They were nearly too big for his shorts, so there was absolutely no way he could squeeze them into any of his regular clothes.
“What’s up?” Jason asked as he stormed into the locker room. “Why’d you ditch me like that? You…”
Cole’s stomach dropped and he knew what was coming. “N-no!” he tried to get out.
“…ass.”
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The spandex shorts burst to shreds as Cole’s massive ass swelled even more, inflating to the size of watermelons. They jutted off his body at a ridiculous angle, looking like something that could only be achieved by a deranged plastic surgeon. Worse was that he couldn’t stop it from jiggling with every step he took, as if his new bubble butt demanded attention.
Jason’s jaw dropped in shock this time. “Dude! What the fuck is wrong with your ass?” he cried.
Cole gritted his teeth as his bubblebutt inflated even more, starting to throw off his balance. He had to lean up against the lockers to avoid from toppling over, his chest pressed against the cool metal while his giant cheeks swayed in the air behind him.
“You gotta stop saying that word!” he pleaded, nearly wailing when he straightened himself and looked at his front reflection in the mirror. His butt had inflated so much that he could even see the sides of the rotund cheeks from the front, looking like he was towing something behind him. There was no way he could hide this and he didn’t even know how he’d stay on the football team with a butt this big— there’d be no way he could run with it bouncing behind him all the time. And shit, how would he even find a uniform, or pants in general, that would fit it?
A devious look crossed over Jason’s face and his smirk made a cold sweat break out on the bottom heavy jock.
“W-wait!” Cole stuttered. “Please don’t!”
“Ass,” Jason laughed. “Ass. Ass. Ass. Ass…”
The more he chanted, the stronger the throb in Cole’s bubblebutt felt. His rear inflated so much that he fell back onto the still expanding cheeks, horrified that his lower back was unable to touch the ground. His bubblebutt kept swelling, growing larger and rounder, and much heavier. Cole was trapped to it, pleading with his friend to stop, all the while feeling that ever-present throb in his growing ass.
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The absolute god Steve Raider
