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Bottoms Up
🕑 Added 2017-09-22 23:00:26 +0000 UTC Terry was definitely an ass man. Just one look at his boyfriend would make that abundantly clear to anyone: cute, short, blonde, and a bottom, with emphasis on the bottom. Not only did he enjoy making his home in Bobby’s ass at every opportunity, it was spacious accommodation.If you asked Bobby, he’d agree that he’s also an ass man but of a different sort. He took his stocky hips and genetically gifted bubble-butt and worked them to perfection until he had a booty that would make any urban diva writhe in jealousy. His workout regimen was necessarily lower body focused, and he made sure to get as much protein as possible to keep his booty poppin’.
Terry had no problem supplementing that protein intake. In fact, he planned on doing much more than that this evening.
It was Friday night and Terry had just gotten home from a long day of work, but not before he stopped off at the local head shop to replace the bong they’d broken 2 weeks ago. The forced abstinence would be broken tonight as they both celebrated the weekend in the best way possible: getting stupidly high and fucking all night long. The guy at the head shop had been strangely vague on the bong’s “special properties”, but assured Terry he was in for a good time.
Now at home, he and Bobby were just about to sit down for some weed-enhanced Netflix when he brought out the bubble-wrapped bong. Bobby squealed and kissed his hunk of a boyfriend, and then eagerly waited for him to fill the bowl. Once done, Terry handed the prepared bong to his boy and said, “Will you do the honors?”
“Don’t mind if I do,” Bobby said, and then placed the bong to his mouth and lit the herb with his lighter.
The pair were hardly lightweights, having made this their weekend ritual for some years, but after two weeks off Bobby had apparently lost some of his tolerance since he began to hack and wheeze like an asthmatic just after blowing out his first billowing cloud of smoke. He took a few moments to calm down and accepted a glass of water from Terry with gratitude.
“Thanks,” he managed, taking a few sips and handing the bong back to Terry.
“Hm, you seem to have burnt most of it. Go ahead and finish and I’ll take a fresh one,” he said before handing it back. Bobby rolled his eyes at his stoner boyfriend and his bizarre habits, but dutifully placed the bong to his mouth and steeled himself for another coughing fit.
Just as Bobby was about to put flame to plant he felt something more than the normal come-up as cannabinoids flooded his system. He felt a tingling in his legs and rear that he normally would have associated with a really strong batch of brownies, but localized to below the waist rather than all over his body.
“Babe, what kinda weed is this?” Bobby asked, but then felt the tingling intensify to the point of discomfort. It felt like his pants were squeezing him, cutting off all circulation. He quickly put the bong on the ground and immediately got up off the couch to undo his belt. Terry’s eyes widened in surprise as this was a lot faster than how their evenings normally progressed toward sex, but he wasn’t about to complain.
Terry was just about to get up to start disrobing himself when he noticed something odd. Bobby had always had a big ass, but he never would have called him chunky. And yet now he could see the beginnings of a muffin top as love handles began to appear beneath Bobby’s t-shirt, and in seconds they pooched over the sides of his jeans. He then began to notice that the denim seemed to be especially strained while containing Bobby’s impressive ass, as though the fabric were fighting to contain him.
Then he saw the first rip appear, and both he and Bobby froze. Then another tear, and another, and it became clear that Bobby’s ass was growing.
“Holy fuck,” Bobby breathed and desperately tried to remove his pants, but by then his ass and thighs and grown too much. Soon he looked like an overstuffed sausage ready to burst, which was exactly what his pants did.
Almost all at once, Bobby’s denim suffered catastrophic failure with small tears becoming connected before the entire garment seemed to explode off of him, leaving him standing in the living room with briefs that seemed painted on his groin and butt. They didn’t last long either, as with another surge of flesh they popped off revealing Bobby’s much fatter legs and ass.
Terry sat on the couch stunned while Bobby contorted to see the damage done. It looked like the lower half a very fat man had been transplanted on his boyfriend's stocky but toned body, but then Terry noticed that even Bobby’s t-shirt was straining from the extra pounds that had grown there too. He didn’t gain nearly as much weight on his arms and torso though, so his t-shirt held and emphasized his escaped love handles and expanded lower belly.
“Woah,” Terry said, and then got up to touch his boyfriend’s ass. It was soft, and smooth, and yielding, and wider than anything between the two of them.
“What the fuck was in that weed?!” Bobby asked before Terry bent down and kissed him. The hand on his ass began to grope, then squeeze, and despite suddenly being far heavier than he’d been a few moments ago Bobby was swept up in the flood of THC and hormones as he and his boyfriend continued to make out.
As they kissed Terry noticed other smaller changes as he brought his hands down Bobby’s back and under his shirt, how he’d lost all semblance of tone and every inch of him had a velvety softness to him. How his chest now had two supple bumps, the beginnings of man boobs, and how the fat steadily increased the lower he went. As his hand returned to Bobby’s ass he finally found out he was more than a handful, and could no longer contain himself.
“I need to fuck you,” Terry said, practically panting. Bobby smiled and nodded, then bent over the couch and reached behind to spread his massive ass cheeks as much as he could.
To Terry it seemed like he was walking into a dream, his boyfriend’s ass suddenly becoming the plushest rear he’d ever seen. He quickly took off his pants and placed his hard cock in Bobby’s crack, enjoying the velvety soft flesh for a few moments before he plunged every inch of himself inside.
Bobby had always been accommodating, but now it felt like he was entering a brand new man. Every inch he plunged felt like he was being massaged by Bobby’s plush flesh. When he bottomed out it felt like his ass was trying to suck him further in while each round cheek yielded to his advancing pelvis.
Terry stood there for a few seconds just enjoying the sensation before Bobby grew impatient and began to gyrate his hips. Terry chuckled and then slipped almost his entire length out before plunging it back in. Then he did it again, and again, until the two had a rhythm and their house was filled with the sounds of fucking.
But with one addition: each impact of Terry’s pelvis on Bobby’s ass had a fleshy slapping noise that wasn’t there before. Terry noticed, and quickly decided he loved it as he felt his orgasm approaching far faster than he would’ve liked.
He reached around a far wider boyfriend than he remembered, his far wider hips and far more substantial ass making the act incredibly difficult, but he still managed to find Bobby’s hard and dripping cock. It seems slightly short, with the new fat covering his groin, but it was still as hard as ever. He used some of Bobby’s pre to lube his hand before he began to jack Bobby frantically, trying to bring him to the brink of orgasm as he felt himself getting ever so closer himself.
Not soon enough however, as Terry couldn’t hold back any longer. With a grunt he filled his boyfriend’s capacious ass with his seed. He continued to jack him off frantically, and after a few moments he heard Bobby cry out and then the unmistakable splat of his cum hitting the carpet.
Later in the bedroom, Terry would discover that Bobby’s ass could now endure far more punishment than he could ever give, much to both of their delights.
