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Cyclist Vincent De Haître had been hesitant about starting an OnlyFans account, but given the current state of the world and not being able to compete, he finally caved. At first, he was seeing some pretty positive results. However, his account had started to fizzle a little bit as more people flocked towards other guys.
Vince was confused at first as to what was happened and why he was losing some followers, but eventually he stumbled upon the reason: They all had larger asses than him.
That pushed Vince into overdrive. Given that he was a professional cyclist, the stud already had some impressive glutes. However, apparently that wasn’t enough as he saw more and more people flock to accounts of guys with massive bubblebutts. That led Vince to increasing his workouts, focusing on leg day more and more, and taking numerous pictures of himself in his tightest spandex to show of his cheeks.
Still, it didn’t seem to work, irritating the stud more and more.
Finally, Vince cracked and decided to Photoshop some of his pictures to make his butt look bigger. It was a cheap trick, yeah, but he really needed to pay his bills. Plus, he rationalized it by noting that several online influencers altered their photos all the time. It was no big deal, he figured. He chose a picture of himself that he’d seen clipped from a video of himself chopping wood, and used the tools on his app to make his butt look rounder and fuller.
As expected, that picture had attracted more followers to his account, all of whom praised him for his gains and asked for more pictures of his bubblebutt. The stud was all too eager to comply, and he altered some more photos of his ass, posting them onto his account all to appease his followers.
Vince had finished posting a picture of his photoshopped butt in some blue spandex when he received a message on his phone from an anonymous account.
If you wanted a bigger butt, then I can help you, it read.
The stud rolled his eyes and deleted the message.
His notification chime rang out again, another message popping up on the screen.
Fine. Then for every like you get, the bigger you’ll get, this one said.
Vince rolled his eyes as he trudged to the bathroom to take a shower. He took off his clothes and set his phone down onto the sink counter as he stepped inside the shower and basked in the feeling of hot water against his skin.
Every so often he’d hear his notification ping, letting him know that someone had liked his photo. The stud smirked to himself the more he heard the ringing, knowing that his account was attracting more and more people who would admire his photos. Sure they were fake, but what they didn’t know didn’t matter.
The ringing grew more and more frequent, causing the cyclist to smile all the more.
He grabbed a washcloth and squirted some body wash onto it, lathering up his toned muscles with the sudsy soap. When he got to his lower body, the stud immediately noticed that something was horribly wrong.
When Vince went to soap up his rear, his eyes went wide at the feeling of ass cheeks that jutted off of his body much more than they should have.
“What the fuck!?” he cried as he leapt out of the tub, wincing when he felt an unfamiliar bounce behind him.
He got to the mirror and quickly wiped the steam off of it, turning to present his side profile. As soon as the cyclist saw his larger cheeks, he nearly fainted. Instead of the usual perky bubblebutt that he owned, the young man was horrified to see what looked like large melons affixed to his back. His ass was obscenely huge and it was so round that it looked like something outside of the realm of being real— almost as if he were a walking photoshopped picture.
Vince’s stomach fell when he recalled the obscure messages.
His phone kept ringing with notifications, letting him know that more and more people were admiring his photos. With each and every sound, the stud winced as his already large ass inflated more and more.
Already it looked like he had watermelons strapped to his back, the cyclist panting with fear. He had no clue how he’d manage to go back to cycling after this. His ass was enormous. He wouldn’t be able to find pants that fit, let alone be able to ride a bike.
He ran a frantic hand through his hair as he couldn’t stop staring at his giant bubblebutt which jiggled with every movement.
His phone pinged again and another message flashed on his screen.
Maybe post some pictures of your new look? I’m sure the real deal will attract more followers than those fakes.
With a shaky hand, Vince raised his phone and snapped a picture of his bare, huge bubblebutt. He posted it to his account and didn’t have to wait long for the comments to flood his photo, calling him out for using photoshop since an ass that big was impossible.
The bottom-heavy stud’s heart fell as he stared at his warped reflection, having no clue how on earth he was going to make it with an ass this big. His cycling career was ruined and now even more of his followers were leaving his OnlyFans. Defeated, he waddled out of the bathroom and into his bedroom, annoyed with how his gait was severely altered with his giant cheeks shifting behind him.
Another message popped up.
There’s always porn, it mentioned. Fat-assed bottoms are very popular.
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A Change in Cabin Pressure
An avid flyer and a life time aviation enthusiast Marcus was elated to get to test his favorite airline’s new route. He was one of 50 passengers trying out a brand new state of the art airbus that flies at higher altitudes, cutting flight times in half. Their flight from San Francisco to London would take just five hours.
“Thank you for joining us today ladies and gentleman on this maiden voyage. As you know the body reacts a little differently to the increased pressure at higher heights. That’s why we really insist that you all keep your compression socks and compression underwear on for the duration of the flight.”
Compression underwear?!!? Marcus thought to himself, he knew to always where his compression socks on long flights but hadn’t heard anything about compression underwear. As they pushed back from the gate he shifted around in his loose tighty whities worried about what this flight had in store for him.
As the flight climbed Marcus felt the seat belt tightening around his waist and he squirmed in his seat. Suddenly everything below the belt felt hot and tingly. As they continued to gain altitude he started to feel the back of his pants and underwear rolling down a bit and the cool vinyl of the seat on his bare skin. Pretty soon he found himself sitting much higher than before, with a clear vantage point over other seats in the cabin.
It’s as if he was sitting on a giant cushion, only to Marcus’ horror he knew that cushion was his ever-expanding ass. He had to rush to the lavatory to assess the damage as soon as the fasten seat belt sign was turned off.
The waiting was maddening! Marcus was sweating as he felt his pants continue to roll down and more his milky white cheeks press against the seat. “Thank God this is an inaugural flight and no one else has sat here,” he thought to himself.
Finally the familiar ding notified the passengers it was safe to move about the cabin. Marcus tried to shoot out of his seat to rush to the bathroom but found this proved difficult now that his ass, thighs, and hips were far too swollen.
Once he finally pried himself up he attempted to pull his pants back up and regain his dignity. It was no use, his butt was simply too big. No amount of jumping jiggling or contorting would be enough to get his ass back in his pants. If he wanted to go the bathroom to assess the damage he’d have to go with his pants stuck right below his cheeks.
Marcus blushed furiously, took a deep breath and entered the aisle. He was quickly met with gasps from the other patrons, then whispers, then chuckles, and the full on laughter. “Seems like someone forgot their compression underwear” one guy offered “Could you imagine your butt swelling like that and everyone seeing??? How embarrassing!”
Marcus picked up the pace until he was able to lock himself in the bathroom and finally catch his breath at this embarrassing ordeal. He took another deep breath and turned around to see his butt for the first time since this ordeal began. He let out a shriek masked by the roar of the plane. This wasn’t just a bit of swelling, his ass must have been three or four times it’s original size. What was he going to do? Would the swelling ever go down?
A jolt of the plane made Marcus clutch the wall of the lavatory. “Ladies and Gentlemen, we seem to be headed for some rough air. We need everyone out of the bathrooms, regardless of what state of undress they’re in.” Marcus blushed again. Despite this new flight path, he knew this was going to be the longest flight of his life. Another bout of turbulence shook the plane and sent an unbelievable jiggle through his ass. He took a deep breath and unlocked the lavatory door to return to his seat.
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His buddies said he needed to work on his footwork more and hold his ground. He figured giving himself some bigger feet would help with that, just a few sizes to a respectable 13. But he found he liked the growing feeling… a lot, and it was helping. Or so he thought. He also liked his new big feet and felt more masculine for it. He took more… and more, unable to stop himself. Until his feet started to balloon into humongous meat slabs, right in front of his buddies. Bigger and bigger, becoming freaky huge as his buddies went from amazement to fear and awe watching his feet engorge past two feet, then three feet. He sat froze, would he have the courage to ask for help him use his new monster feet?
Thank you so much @the8thplutonian for the amazing story.
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