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Ass-centricity - Part 1
🕑 Added 2017-09-21 00:59:40 +0000 UTCPart one of a larger commission! This commissioner has a thing for asses, so I tried to deliver. Don’t worry if it seems like it stopped just as it was getting good; we’ll have lots more of these two later. Enjoy!
“And… LAUNCH!”
Nick was then pelted by water balloons, soaking his t-shirt and shorts. He knew joining a frat would involve some hazing, and if this was it he considered himself getting off lucky. His dad had recollected before Nick’s departure that when he joined Alpha Psi Psi they had made him eat a raw bull testicle. Apparently, it was considered a delicacy in some parts of the country although normally after being cooked.
Nick shivered at the memory and the sudden chill he felt after the balloons had stopped. The pledges all turned to one another and giggled nervously before the rest of the frat cheered and surged forward offering celebratory beers. Nick took one and drank, still shivering slightly from the dampness.
From the house’s porch, Chaz looked over this year’s batch of pledges and chuckled to himself. He was a senior, an offensive tackle on the school’s football team, and hoping to go pro the following year. He also had a tendency to select the most naive freshman for some additional hazing, to which he saw to personally.
This year was no exception, and Nick’s boyish face immediately caught his eye.
Nick was laughing at someone’s off-color joke when one of the larger seniors walked up and asked for his name. The guy was massive - easily over six feet and plainly powerfully built. His pecs and biceps strained through the soft white cotton of his t-shirt while his paunch did the same for his belt. But it was his legs that revealed his greatest strength, as each massive quad seemed to be wrapped in denim like a sausage casing ready to burst, and an equally impressive rear connected them to his backside. To Nick, it looked like the dude could squat a whole house. Maybe he could.
“You,” the man said. “What’s your name?”
“Uh, Nick?” He offered, although it sounded more like a question than an answer.
“Come with me,” the big man said, and then turned and walked back toward the house, making it clear Nick should follow.
Confused, Nick shrugged at his fellow pledges and followed the senior inside. As he did he couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the man’s butt; he had seen some particularly ass-centric porn before, where the woman’s ass seemed to defy gravity and physics, but they had nothing on this guy. Even through the fabric of his jeans he could make out their curve and heft, like two bowling balls trying to escape their denim prison. Nick wasn’t into dudes, but even he couldn’t help but be impressed.
He followed the man inside, who still hadn’t so much as looked at him once to ensure Nick was following, and then down into the house’s basement. The frat had a large house, and the basement was surprisingly spacious and well furnished. At one end was a bar and pool table while the other end had a small home gym. The big man didn’t stop at any of these and instead walked toward the end of the room where he opened a door to a dark room.
“Go inside,” he ordered.
Nick was beginning to feel nervous but bravely walked into the darkness. He heard the door close behind and then felt the man’s strong arms grab him. Nick tried to struggle, but he was just too strong. He yelled for help, but the music of the party drowned out the sound.
“This room is soundproofed, so you can stop with the shouting,” his attacker said casually as Nick felt his arms get tied behind his back. Then he was pushed into what felt like the end of a table, which knocked the wind out of him. As he struggled to breathe he felt himself get hauled bodily onto the table and his legs getting tied together with a zip-tie. Then the lights came on.
Now that he could see Nick could tell he was indeed on a large table, with what looked like boxes and various items covering the walls of the room. The short struggle had barely even winded the man as he walked in front of Nick, a cruel smile painting his face.
“Welcome to our personal party,” he said.
“What the fuck, man! Let me go!”
“Hmm,” he seemed to consider for a moment before deciding, “nope. Y’see, you and I are going to engage in a little experiment,” he said as he took out a small syringe from his pocket.
“Woah, what is that?” Nick really started to panic now, but with his arms and legs tied behind him, he could barely move.
“This is something special - I’ve taken it myself in fact,” the man explained. “The name’s Chaz, by the way.”
“Fucking charmed. Keep the fuck away from me!”
The man, Chaz, shook his head. “Uh-uh. I wanna see how this stuff affects you, little man,” he said, and then Nick felt a pinch on his left buttock, quickly followed by his right. “A little of this stuff goes a long way. I saw you starin’ at my ass on the way in. This is the stuff that gave me all this,” Chaz said while jerking a thumb at his bubbly ass-cheeks.
“What?! You’re giving me a fat ass?!” Nick was almost in tears.
“Not at all,” Chas replied. “Does this look all fat to you? This is what’s going to help me turn pro next year. All this,” another motion to his rear, “is power, baby. I can squat 500 lbs, and I don’t know if you lift bro, but after this, you’ll be well on your way.”
Another pinch, this time on the back of his thigh, and Nick felt the first tear roll down his cheek. Then, almost as if on cue, he felt a spasm in his glutes, followed by the muscles of his thighs and calves. At first, it was merely unsettling, but after a few moments it began to ache as his muscles seemed to catch fire. Then there was the increasing sensation of tightness, like his pants had suddenly become too small while he was still wearing them.
“Holy fuck, what’s happening?!”
Chaz grinned, but said nothing. Through the crotch of his jeans Nick could spot the outline of something trailing down his pant leg. The sicko was getting hard at his helplessness, Nick though, but in his tied-up state he couldn’t look away.
As each second passed at Chaz’s cock snaked down his jeans, Nick couldn’t tell what was worse: the sight of this dude getting hard or the intense pain coming from his ass and lower body. The pain got so bad it felt like he would burst.
That’s when he heard the first tear.
“Mm, here comes the good part,” Chaz murmured.
The tearing sound increased as Nick’s jeans finally gave way to a much larger set of legs and ass than what put them on initially. In a few short moments it seemed that Nick’s ass had doubled in size, looking very much like the rear-end of the man who’d imprisoned him. Eventually, he could feel the cool air on his skin as not only his jeans but boxers gave way, revealing Nicks newly acquired bubble-butt to the world.
“Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about,” Chaz said while slowly groping himself through his jeans, clearly enjoying the show.
The rending of Nick’s pants continued as his legs swelled, his twinkish frame inflating into something distinctly pear-shaped. His thighs briefly gained the over-stuffed sausage look before they both burst almost at the same time, revealing limbs that briefly appeared ripped before quickly filling in with cellulite. As they did they continued to tear down his pants’ legs until Nick’s expansion tore him completely free of his denim prison, leaving the remnants of his jeans on the table like the discarded rind of a fruit.
“Fuck me…” Chaz moaned at the sight before him. Nick had swelled up far greater than he himself had, now with a lower body that looked like it belonged to a man 50 pounds larger than walked into the basement a few minutes ago. Everything from the waist down was the very definition of thick, with not a single groove or shadow to denote the musculature hidden beneath so many pounds of luscious fat.
“Wha-what happened?” Nick still couldn’t see behind him, but he could feel the cool air on his legs as though his pants were suddenly no longer there.
Chaz came forward, shoving his tented crotch in Nick’s face, and slapped a hand down on his ass. It quivered for a few moments after the impact. “Oh, you blew up good, newbie,” Chaz said, moving around the freshman and his hand lingering on Nick’s ass longer than he would ever have felt comfortable with.
“Dude, I don’t know what the fuck is going on, but - unnggh,” Nick moaned out load as he suddenly felt a wet heat on his crack. Chaz had moved behind him and had parted his substantial cheeks, then plunged his face between them. He ate Nick out expertly, tongue bathing his crack from balls to back before diving into deep into his hole. Nick had never felt anything like this before in his short life, and he couldn’t help but find it incredibly stimulating. Despite everything, he could feel himself hardening against the table top.
Oh god, this is amazing! Nick thought as Chaz expertly ate him out, but even as his pleasure grew he felt deeply conflicted. He was straight, and this guy was basically assaulting him! But he couldn’t deny how good it felt, as his worries were washed away by that expert tongue. Astonishingly to Nick, he could feel himself getting close to orgasm by the tongue-bathing alone.
And then, almost as suddenly as it began, it stopped. Nick’s almost begged him to keep going, but then he suddenly felt his arms and legs become free from their bonds. He turned and saw Chaz grinning down at him, a small pocket knife being closed in one hand.
“Test’s over new blood. You did real good,” he said, and then came forward and reached between Nicks far greater thighs to give his hardon a gentle flick. “Looks like you liked it too.”
Nick said nothing, utterly confused. Had he really enjoyed the last few minutes of this burly guy’s face up his ass? He’d always thought of himself as strictly hetero, but his screaming hardon begged to differ.
Then Nick noticed how his balls seemed pinched between something. He looked down and nearly fainted. His thighs were huge, the flesh spreading out on the table and pinching his balls between them.
“Oh my god,” he said quietly, new tears welling in his eyes. Then a towel struck him in the face.
Nick angrily grabbed the towel and stared daggers at Chaz, who had cut open a nearby box and thrown the towel at him.
“Guess it’s a toga party for you now, huh?” Chaz said, still grinning a shit-eating grin.
“What the fuck did you do to me?!”
“Nothing that nobody would ever believe,” came his sly reply. He then flicked Nick’s cock one more time and turned to go upstairs. Just before leaving, he called over his shoulder, “Best give yourself a minute to calm down and then head on back up. Don’t want anybody to think you’re missing.”
Instead, Nick ran up to his room, his gait how a waddling shuffle. He slammed the door, ran to his bed, and cried.
