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🕑 Added 2022-05-31 13:00:06 +0000 UTC“Goddammit!” She huffed, wincing, wiggling, struggling.
But it was no use.
Sighing, she ceased, leaning back upright just to let her arms droop, languishing in frustration. This was the sixth straight pair. In fact, one of the stretchiest she owned. And things were still much too tight.
“Just what in the fuck is going on with me?” She muttered under her breath, swaying her hips to get a better look in the angled, full body mirror. As she pivoted, her eyes followed the sizable trench the elastic band of her panties cut deeply into the soft bulges of tan flesh. All the way to the source of her struggles.
Over the course of the last week, her ass had seemingly doubled, maybe even tripled in size. Which wasn’t to say it started out all that small, mind you. It’d always been more on the ample side. But now, it seemed as if her softer, but fairly slender figure was stashing two large globes, just bigger than regulation sized basketballs, behind her. Her cotton panties, the ones with the little rose pattern, seemed to get lost given the sheer amount of butt flesh spilling around them. The most severe pantylines she’d seen in her life, almost giving her extra butts.
For the life of her, she couldn’t figure it out. She hadn’t done anything differently. No changes to her diet. Or her workout. Well not first, anyway. Yesterday, she simply just decided not to, after she got a little too hyper-conscious of the way it seemed to jiggle when she moved. And the gym was extra busy at the time. But no new medications. Nothing she seemed allergic to. It just seemed to, very gradually, be… growing. All on its own volition. And it was starting to get ridiculous.
Nothing was fitting right. As she dug her thumbs into the cut, trying to ease it past the elastics, she couldn’t help but wince. These fit her just two weeks ago, even a little loosely. But now she was struggled, wiggling to escape them, one cheek at a time. As she kicked out of them, she almost fell over, her balance had been off the last couple of days. Good thing she caught herself, a cheek cushioned against the wall near her before she could topple.
“Ech,” she scoffed. Now unimpeded, she spun on her heel to survey the problem area. Just what in the fuck could possibly be causing this? It was big, but now bordered massive. Just two large bubbles, soft at the touch, but firm & round the deeper they went. She grasped at a cheek with each hand, squeezing, massaging, groping. Her fingers almost seemed to get lost. The flesh bulged & almost seep back together in a way that obscured her pinky. There was just… so much of it. So much… ass.
And was there only going to be more? Should she see a doctor? What would she even say? Hell, what would they even tell her? Do some squats? She’d never heard of someone’s ass spontaneously growing. Not without a lot of junk food & sitting around. And definitely not within the span of a week. It was worrying.
But not as worrying as how late it was getting. And nothing office appropriate seemed to be fitting. Maybe a skirt. But even then, she had nothing comfortable to fit underneath. Nothing that wouldn’t be a second from popping a seam & getting ruined. And she had to hop on the metro. There were stairs! And given the shelf it’d undoubtedly create in the back? The idea of going without anything…? No goddamn way!
Was she… going to have to call out sick… take a personal day over her ass? She inhaled deeply, still clenching her fingers, alternating each hand, back & forth, in the soft bulges of cheek. She hemmed & she hawed. Maybe she could order some new bottoms. Larger sized. Get them rushed, same day shipping. Hopefully still fit her in the morning.
That’s when she swore she felt it push out just the slightest bit into her palms. She clasped a little tighter. And as she released her fingers, more butt seemed to stick out.
“Wha-?” She gasped, swaying in the mirror. Every muscle twitch causing it to bobble. It… it looked even bigger. Bigger than when he was trying to wiggle into her panties, Did she just… feel it grow? She was hesitant to give it another squeeze. But it even… felt the slightest bit heavier.
What was going on? Why was it doing this? Was it ever… going to stop?
