Chapter 1

Troy Collier and his best bro, Stu Hagen, were strolling down the hall after their organic chemistry class when Troy spotted her: Rochelle Davison, the woman with the biggest, widest, phattest ass on campus. She wobbled out into the hallway in front of them, enormous butt cheeks swaying languorously behind her.

Troy goggled, nudging Stu in the ribs and whispering, “There goes Rochelle and her big booty! Where do ya think she finds jeans to fit over that thing? The circus? What a sideshow freak!” 

He burst out laughing at his joke and Stu grimaced, hissing, “Shhh! She can hear you!”

Troy rolled his eyes, muttering, “Who the fuck cares? With an ass that huge, she’s gotta dig it when dudes notice.” To underscore his point, he put his fingers to his mouth and shrieked out a wolf whistle. The big-butted woman ahead of them looked over her shoulder and flipped him off.

Stu groaned, rubbing his forehead in embarrassment. “C’mon, man!” he berated. “What is wrong with you? Where’d you learn to treat women like that! ‘Sides, she’s Rex Hollister’s gf. You seriously don’t wanna piss that dude off.”

Troy exhaled dismissively, punching his friend in the arm. “Jeezus, bro! Time to go find yer dick ‘cuz I think ya lost it somewhere. Chicks with asses that big are made for one thing and one thing only. Just look at her! 100% slut right there.”

Teasing Stu about his penis, or lack of it, was risky because his friend was a good five inches taller and easily thirty pounds heavier. Stu looked like (and often acted like) Troy’s older brother even though they were the same age. Both were muscular and broad with wide faces and thick necks. They sported the same shaggy brown hair and dense beards and, that day and pretty much every day, dressed alike in baggy sweatpants and t-shirts. Both possessed the same cocky swagger, acting like they were a lot bigger and tougher than they were. The reality, though, was that they were relatively minor jocks in the hierarchy of athletes at the university; their baseball team was lucky if fifty fans showed up for one of their games.

Recently, Troy had started challenging Stu. It rankled him that Stu thought he was the bigger jock when Troy’s pitching skills had improved so much. Unlike last season, he was now the team’s star player and felt that Stu should acknowledge that fact more often. By comparison, Stu was only a middle rung first baseman.

Intentionally provoking his big friend, he looked around comically, asking, “Where is it? Where’d yer dick go? It’s gotta be around here somewhere.”

“Troy,” Stu warned in a low voice. “Shut. The. Fuck. Up.”

Troy was preparing a retort when they turned a corner in the hall to find none other than Rochelle’s boyfriend, the vaunted Rex Hollister, standing before them, greeting his girlfriend with a hug. Troy skidded to a halt, looking breathlessly up at the big, impressive man. 

Rex was the star quarterback of the college football team, the undisputed big man on campus. Literally. He towered over them, standing well over six and a half feet high. Long, tall, and covered with muscles, he was not only imposing but also quite good looking. That day, he loomed over them like a god, his dark skin burnished a deep mahogany and long dreadlocks tied back in a ponytail. Somewhat incongruously, he wore a pair of tortoise shell glasses perched upon his broad nose.

Troy swallowed, inwardly panicking that the big jock had overhead him. He was aware of Stu smirking beside him as he struggled to keep his voice nonchalant, calling out, “Uh, hey, Rex! How’s it hangin’?”

Rex didn’t look up right away. Rochelle muttered something incoherent as he leaned down to give her a peck on the cheek and then she waddled off, giant booty swinging salaciously behind her. Rex watched her go, an expression of appreciation on his face. Only after she had disappeared from view did he turn to them.

“Yo, Troy!” he rumbled, sounding pleasant enough. “I’ve been looking for ya.”

Troy felt the ground shift beneath his feet. Rex Hollister actually knew his name? And he was looking for him? Whoa! Rex was an all-star; people went looking for him, not the other way around. His heart was hammering against his ribcage and butterflies filled his stomach as he stammered, “Y-Y-You were? Why?”

Rex jerked his head to the side, indicating a nearby doorway. Troy took the cue, turning to Stu and saying, “Catch ya at practice, man,” before following the big man out the door.

Upon exiting the building, Rex leaned against the brick wall and smiled down at him benignly, the late spring sunlight reflecting off his glasses. Troy shifted, trying to get out of the glare but Rex turned, too, and Troy was momentarily blinded. He lifted his hand to shade his eyes, beginning carefully, “Uh, hey, Rex, about that stuff I said back there…”

Rex waved his giant hand dismissively. “Oh, don’t worry, man! Ya think I don’t appreciate Rochelle’s huge booty, too? Shit, I’m glad other guys enjoy lookin’ at her as much as I do. Ya got good taste, man!” Troy beamed at this unexpected praise and waited while the big jock looked off into space for a moment before continuing, “‘Sides, that’s not why I wanted to talk to ya.”

Still trying to shade his eyes, Troy asked, “Yeah, what do ya wanna talk ‘bout?”

Rex didn’t answer directly, asking instead, “Yer a ball player, right? Pitcher on the baseball team?”

Troy’s mouth fell open. He was stunned that Rex Hollister even knew who he was, much less that he was on the baseball team. A big, silly smile spread across his face as he nodded, saying, “Yeah. Yeah, I am.”

The corner of Rex’s mouth lifted. “Cool. That’s what I thought. And that’s what I wanted to talk to ya about. I got a product ya might be interested in. It’ll help ya build up some muscle.”

“A…product?” Troy repeated, blinking. He was starting to see spots from the sun flashing off Rex’s glasses. He closed his eyes, trying to clear them.

“Yeah, yeah!” Rex said, growing animated. “Ya see, I’m a huge baseball fan and I wanna see the Polecats win this season.”

These words washed like golden rain over Troy and he shivered, unable to believe what he was hearing. Rex Hollister was a baseball fan! The biggest jock on campus was rooting for him!

“…which made me think,” Rex continued, tilting his head and blinding Troy again, “ya might benefit from the stuff the football team uses to bulk up, ‘cuz–no offense, man!–yer throwin’ arm needs a little more oomph.”  He batted Troy playfully on the arm at this and Troy laughed.

“Aw, geez, man! Yer the best!” he gushed, reaching up to massage his bicep thoughtfully. “And ya know what? Yer right! The coach was just tellin’ me I need to bulk up.”

“Exactly,” Rex agreed, glasses flaring as he nodded. He paused to rummage through his backpack, extracting a plastic tub and handing it to Troy who received it with shaking hands. “This stuff’s so good it oughta be banned. You’ll be bulked up before ya know it!”

Troy blinked, waiting for his eyes to recover before examining the tub. “BodyMax?” he read off the label. “What is this? A supplement? I’ve never heard of it before.”

“That’s ‘cuz it’s top secret, dude,” Rex explained. “The company’s been testin’ on the football team as part of a special deal with the university. And, shit, does it ever work! I’ve gained like fifty pounds of muscle since I started takin’ it.” 

He flexed his big arms to underscore his point and Troy was awestruck by the sheer size and heft of the guy’s muscles. He blinked, willing the spots in his eyes away, and he gazed adoringly up at the huge man. He still couldn’t believe the Rex Hollister had noticed him, much less wanted to help him. How lucky could a guy get?

“Use up that tub,” the big man instructed. “When yer done, come see me for more, Ok? I wrote my cell phone number on the side for ya.” Troy nodded, clutching the BodyMax under his arm while Rex stuffed a sheaf of paper into his free hand, explaining, “And follow this workout regimen. It’s designed to maximize the effects of the supplements.”

“T-t-t-thanks, man!” Troy choked, heart swelling with pride. “I’ll do it! You can count on me!”

Rex nodded, favoring him with another smile. He was turning to go when he called out, “And, hey, Troy? Don’t share that stuff with anyone. That’s for yer use only. Got it?”

“Got it!” Troy chirped, a huge, goofy grin plastered across his face. “It’ll be our secret!”

***

Stu found him in the gym before baseball practice, following the first workout on Rex’s list. He had thrown himself so enthusiastically into lifting weights that he had to pause to catch his breath.

“Hey, man!” he called out. “Join me? I’m trying a new workout.”

Stu gave him a funny look, drawling, “Dude, what’s wrong with you? It’s not leg day today.”

Troy stood up straight. “Huh? Whaddaya mean ‘leg day’? I’m doing upper body.”

For some reason this made Stu laugh and he lifted an eyebrow, asking, “Oh, and I ‘spose that’s why yer doing squats?”

“Yer such a dork!” Troy huffed, looking down at the barbells in his hands. “What are you smokin’? I just did six sets of bis.”

“Whatevs,” Stu murmured, waving him off as he continued past. “It’s probably smart yer doing legs ‘cuz Coach Peters would be pissed if you wore out yer arm before practice.”

Troy grunted, making a face at his friend when his back was to him. Stu could be such a fucking asshole sometimes!

***

Chapter 2

A week went by and Troy had finished half of the tub of BodyMax, mixing the pink powder in his morning smoothie before class and adding it to his protein shake at night. He was careful to follow Rex’s weight lifting regimen, sometimes squeezing three workouts a day into his already busy schedule. It was too early to tell for sure but he was fairly certain it was working. The speed, accuracy, and power of his throws were improving. Even Coach Peters noticed, extolling his performance in front of the rest of the team after practice one day. Troy caught Stu’s eye during the coach’s speech, giving him a triumphant smirk and his buddy rolled his eyes.

He was strutting back to the locker room, a definite swagger in his step when he noticed it.

His baseball uniform was tight in back.

Reaching back, he tugged on his belt, grimacing. These pants were brand new! He’d purchased them only two weeks ago. And he’d made certain that they were loose so they didn’t impede his movement on the field. What the fuck?

“Lose sumthin’ back there?” Stu quipped, coming up behind him and patting him on the butt.

“Knock it off!” Troy spat, batting his hand away. “And keep yer hands to yerself!”

Stu snorted with laughter, saying with mock seriousness, “Oh, ahem, sorry, ma’am! It’s just that ya got such a beautiful booty I couldn’t help it!”

“Fuck off, Stu!” Troy huffed, cheeks reddening. “I’m not in the mood.” 

He started to stalk away and then stopped when he felt his butt move in an unfamiliar manner behind him. What the fuck was going on back there? He forced himself to walk normally and grimaced when he felt his cheeks push against the constricting fabric of his pants. Something was definitely not right…

Stu’s eyes danced with delight as he watched him. He opened his mouth to say something but thought better of it and instead suggested delicately, “Hey, how ‘bout we lift together today? We can do back, chest, and tris. It wouldn’t hurt for you to do sumthin’ besides glutes for once.”

Troy stopped, giving Stu a dirty look. “I don’t know what the fuck yer talkin’ about! I never do glutes!”

Stu held his hands up in front of him, cajoling, “Alright, alright! No glutes for you. I take it that means you’re Ok with back, chest, and tris then?”

“Sure, whatever,” Troy replied, scowling. “I’ll meet ya out there after I shower off.” Turning, he walked carefully into the locker room, doing his best to keep his butt in line behind him.

***

“Um, Troy,” Stu murmured about halfway through their workout. “Why’re you doing that? We were in the middle of lateral raises.”

Troy looked up at him, startled to find himself lying down on the glute machine, ass in the air as he strained to lift a significant amount of weight. Abruptly, he let the weight stack fall with a loud clang that drew the attention of several guys nearby. 

“Oh, I, uh,” he stammered, ears growing hot. “I was just taking a break.”

Stu raised an eyebrow but remained silent, jerking his chin over to the free weights. Embarrassed, Troy extricated himself from the machine and followed along behind him. What the fuck had gotten into him? He never used the glute machine. Never!

He grabbed a pair of weights and did a set, pausing to take a swig out of his protein shake at the end. He’d mixed BodyMax into it and had to admit he loved its delicate, fruity flavor. It was like drinking a piña colada! He smacked his lips and then took another gulp.

“What the fuck is that pink shit?” Stu asked, flaring his nostrils as he sniffed the air. “It stinks like perfumed fruit!”

Troy shot him a dirty look and was about to extol the virtues of BodyMax when he remembered Rex’s warning. “Oh, it’s just a new smoothie mix I’m trying,” he answered evasively. “Tropical fruit flavor, I think.”

“Well, it’s definitely fruity,” Stu muttered, lifting his own bottle and taking a sip. “I’m a chocolate and coffee man, myself.”

“Well, I like it,” Troy stated, crossing his arms defiantly. He was so incensed that Stu would impugn his masculinity by mocking his protein drink that he added intemperately, “And so does Rex Hollister. He’s the one who gave it to me.” 

He regretted it as soon as he said it and was frantically trying to figure out how to walk it back when Stu stopped him, holding up a hand, and demanding, “Wait. Did you say Rex Hollister? You mean Rex gave that shit to you? Is that why he wanted to talk to you last week?” Troy nodded and Stu exhaled loudly, saying, “And here I thought he was gonna ream ya a new one for making fun of his girlfriend’s ass!”

“Nope,” Troy said, savoring Stu’s envious reaction. “He’s a big fan of mine and gave me some tips on improving my throwing arm along with this protein powder. It’s really helped!” He stuck his bottle in Stu’s face, shaking it back and forth, as he concluded, “The whole football team drinks this stuff. Are you callin’ ‘em girly, too?”

Startled, Stu eyeballed the bottle for a moment before lifting a skeptical eyebrow. “Yeah, riiiiiiiight,” he drawled. “And you expect me to believe that? There’s no way Rex Hollister is a baseball fan. I’ve never even fucking seen him at one of our games! And you really think that the football team would drink that crap? Face it, bro: Rex is fuckin’ with ya!”

Troy refused to be baited. Taking a long, slow swig out of his bottle, he made a big show of swallowing the sweet, pink liquid with relish. “You can believe what you want,” he said, turning back to his workout, “but I know yer jealous.”

***

Chapter 3

He texted Rex a week later about getting a refill on the BodyMax. >>No prob<< came the quarterback’s response a few minutes later. >>Meet me outside chem bldg at noon<< Troy read the text with shaking hands, still unable to believe a campus superstar like Rex Hollister was helping him. He was the luckiest guy in the whole fucking world!

True to his word, Rex was waiting for him outside the chemistry building at the appointed hour, leaning against the brick wall with crossed arms and a smile on his face. Troy stopped a moment just to soak in the sight of the big man. Rex was looking particularly beefy that day with a tight, black tank top and a pair of baggy shorts. His dreadlocks fanned across his broad shoulders and his robust legs, massive arms, and protruding pecs were truly something to behold. Troy felt tiny in comparison. He sidled up to him like an eager pup trying to ingratiate himself to the alpha dog.

“Here’s yer next tub,” Rex announced, holding the fresh container of BodyMax out to him. “It’s a bigger size this time ‘cuz ya went through the first one so fast.” He tilted his head and the sunlight caught his eyeglasses, momentarily blinding Troy.

“Aw, thanks, man!” Troy breathed, barely able to make his mouth work. “That stuff is a-mazing! I’m throwing so much better!”

“Ex-cel-lent,” Rex drawled, giving him a particularly broad smile. “Lookin’ good, man.”

Troy flushed with this praise, stomach all fluttery. He had to pinch himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. (Rex Hollister thinks I look good!) He clutched the tub of BodyMax against his side, antsy for his next dose. The stuff tasted so good that he couldn’t get enough of it!

The quarterback was watching him with a raised eyebrow. Finally, he stirred and thrust another sheaf of papers into his hand, saying, “Here. Yer next series of workouts. Make sure to follow ‘em closely and don’t miss a day!”

Troy nodded, happily scanning the pages. “I won’t!” he promised. “I’ve been real good ‘bout doing ‘em every day.”

“Good,” Rex said, nodding. “And double up on the supplements. Yer not gonna believe the results.”

Troy opened his mouth to reply to this but then hesitated, looking down at the ground.

“Hey,” Rex murmured, glasses flashing. “What’s up? Sumthin’ wrong?”

Troy shook his head, feeling silly. “Naw,” he answered, voice quavery. “It’s probably nuthin’.”

“What?” Rex pressed. “What’s nuthin’?”

“Oh, it’s just, well, it’s just–” but his voice cracked and broke off. He couldn’t finish. He was too embarrassed!

“Easy, boy,” Rex soothed, reaching out to place a big hand on his shoulder. “Tell me what’s wrong, Troy. You know that you can tell me anything, right?”

Troy swallowed the lump in his throat, overcome with happiness at these words. Rex Hollister’s approval meant the world to him but his trust was even more valuable! He took a deep breath and, gathering up his courage, plunged ahead, saying, “It’s just my…butt. It’s, you know, gettin’ kinda big and my friend, Stu, thinks it’s ‘cuz of the supplements. And then there’s my…” His voice trailed off and he hung his head, feeling his cheeks redden.

“Your what, man?” Rex coaxed.

Troy fought to make his mouth work, opening and closing it several times. Finally, he cast around to make sure that no one could hear, and whispered, “My…dick. It’s–well, it’s–It’s–”

“It’s what?” Rex asked, leaning down to hear him better. “Your dick is what, man?”

Troy’s ears burned hot and his heart pounded as he took another deep breath and, gathering up all of his courage, sputtered, “It’s smaller!”

Silence.

Troy waited for Rex to respond, feeling like he was going to die of shame. He couldn’t believe he’d just admitted that to Rex Hollister! Rex was going to think he was a total pussy! Rex was going to laugh his fucking head off! Oh, what the fuck was he thinking?

Rex didn’t laugh. 

When Troy looked again, the big man was eyeing him speculatively, a look of concern on his handsome face. He straightened then and the sunlight caught his lenses once again, momentarily dazzling Troy. He closed his eyes and waited for them to clear and then had to catch himself when he reopened them because the empathy radiating off of Rex was almost too much to bear. He knew right then that Rex Hollister was the best friend he could ever have. Rex would always be there for him. Rex was a good guy and he could trust him with his life. Rex would never betray him. 

All of this was true but nothing could have prepared Troy for what the big man said next.

“Show me,” Rex said softly. “I wanna see.”

 Troy balked, gaping up at him in horror. 

“Go on,” the jock urged. “You can do it. Show me. I need to see for myself.”

Looking wildly around, Troy squawked, “WHAT?! Right here! In public!”

“Yes, Troy,” Rex said, settling back against the brick wall. “Ya think anyone’s gonna care? It’s not like nobody’s seen a dick before. ‘Sides, we practically have the courtyard to ourselves!”

“But,” Troy protested, “I could be arrested!”

“Look, just do it, man!” Rex ordered, glasses flashing. “There’s no rule against public nudity on campus. I know that for a fact.”

Troy’s resolve wavered. It wasn’t that he was feeling particularly bold or brave–the thought of dropping trou and exposing his dick in public terrified him!–it was that he couldn’t bear disappointing Rex. The big man had gone out of his way to help him and had proved himself trustworthy and honest. It was better to obey him than risk losing his friendship. He would do anything to keep Rex as his friend!

Unable to believe what he was doing, he lowered his shaking hands to his belt, pausing to look pleadingly up at the quarterback. Rex nodded encouragingly and Troy sighed, casting about to make sure no one was watching. The courtyard was mostly empty but there were a handful of guys lounging nearby. They didn’t seem to be paying any attention to them, though.

Taking a deep breath, he took the plunge, unbuckling his belt and shimmying his jeans down his thighs. Or he tried to, at least. The jeans had grown increasingly tight over the past week and he was in need of a new, bigger pair. After a heroic struggle, though, he managed to push them down around his ankles.

“Yer undies, too, Troy,” Rex prompted when he hesitated. “I gotta see everything.”

Troy swallowed and grasped the elastic waistband of his boxers, tugging them down his strangely burgeoning ass with effort. When they finally gave way, sliding down his butt cheeks and past his cock, he quailed and would have covered himself back up again if Rex hadn’t stopped him.

“Troy,” he commanded. “Stop. It’s Ok. Lift up yer shirt and lemme have a look at you.”

Troy complied, raising his shirt up to expose his taut tummy, bare ass, and naked dick for the quarterback’s inspection. He closed his eyes, shaking with embarrassment. Getting naked in public to show his shrunken dick and bubbling ass to Rex Hollister? What the fuck was wrong with him? He was crazy! Crazy!

“Turn around.”

Keeping his eyes screwed shut, Troy duly turned around and let the big man survey his body. “Hmmmm,” Rex murmured as he examined him critically. “Yer ass looks pretty damned normal to me. And I’m no expert but I’d say yer dick is on the big side, for a white guy at least.”

Troy’s shoulders relaxed at these words. He cracked an eye but closed it again when the sunlight reflecting off Rex’s glasses blinded him.

“I mean,” Rex continued. “You are bulkin’ up all over, not just your arms so, sure, yer butt’s probably bigger. And yer dick probably looks smaller for the same reason: Now that yer bod’s gettin’ swole, yer little man is gonna look smaller in comparison.”

“I…I never thought of it that way,” Troy murmured, feeling somewhat better. “But it makes sense ‘cuz I definitely am bulkin’ up!”

“Yeah, you are, bud. And, if yer worried about it, you could start shavin’ yer pubes,” Rex offered. “Yer dick would look bigger without all that hair around it.”

Troy paused, mind spinning. He’d never shaved himself…down there…before. He’d always looked down on the femmy dudes who manscaped, preferring his manly body covered in the fur that God gave him. When Rex suggested it, though, it made sense. Yeah, Rex was right. If he shaved his bush, his dick would look bigger. A lot bigger!

He perked up, feeling his confidence return. Not only was Rex a good friend, he was smart, too! “Yer right,” he agreed. “I’ll do it! I guess I gotta start makin’ some changes ‘cuz I’m not gonna stop takin’ the supplements or workin’ out!”

“That’s my man!” Rex praised, patting him on the butt. “I admire your determination. Yer an inspiration!”

Heart bursting with pride, Troy grinned broadly. He was about to respond when he happened to open his eyes only to let out a yelp of surprise. 

What the–?!

He was surrounded by a half dozen guys holding out their iPhones and recording him! He froze in shock and then clutched wildly at his boxers, frantically trying to cover himself. 

Rex came to his rescue, deftly inserting himself between him and the posse of voyeurs. “You assholes get lost!” he ordered, pulling himself up to his full height as he rounded on them. The guys scattered, quickly disappearing and leaving Rex and Troy alone in the courtyard.

“Don’t worry, Troy,” Rex soothed as he helped him tug his jeans back up. “Those jerks were just envious. They all wish they looked half as good as you!”

***

“DUDE!” Stu shouted when he showed up in the locker room for baseball practice later that afternoon. “WHAT. THE. FUCK.” He stuck his smartphone in Troy’s face where the video of him with his jeans around his ankles was playing on the screen. “WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?”

Troy looked down at the floor, at a loss for words. Finally, he managed to croak, “It was Rex’s idea.”

Stu’s mouth fell open. “‘Rex’s idea’?” he repeated, eyebrows rocketing upward. “REX’S IDEA’? Does that mean you’d  suck Rex’s cock, too, if it was his idea?” Before Troy could respond, he held up his hands, saying, “Wait, don’t answer that. I don’t wanna know!”

“Dude, c’mon!” Troy pleaded, looking around wildly. “Keep yer voice down! I don’t want the whole world knowin’ ‘bout this, Ok?”

Stu stared at him in disbelief, saying, “Too late for that, man! It’s all over social media!” He swept his hand outward to encompass the locker room, adding, “Every guy here has seen this video, dude! The whole fucking team knows!”

Ears reddening, Troy lifted his gaze and blanched. Stu was right. All of the guys in the locker room had their phones out. They were looking from their screens to him and back again, snickering. His shoulders fell. It was worse than he’d thought. He’d hoped that the whole thing would go unnoticed; that he wouldn’t be identified and no one would be the wiser.

“I…I…I,” he stammered, trying desperately to find words of explanation but came up dry. Finally, he gave up and hung his head, turning and walking away. There was no way he could face his teammates after that, after that, after that–

“Dude, stop!” Stu called out, grabbing him by the arm. “Don’t leave. We’ll get through this. God knows how but we’ll get through this. Yer not the first dude to bare his willy in public and have it go viral.”

Troy flushed, both out of embarrassment and gratitude. He turned back to his friend, asking, “We? Did you say ‘we’?”

Stu nodded solemnly, saying, “‘Course! We’re a team, man. I got yer back.” He paused, eyes lighting up devilishly as he added, “And yer butt, too. Yer really big, beefy butt…”

Troy grimaced, warning, “Stu…”

“Joking! Joking!” his friend said, laughing. “Sorry. Too soon?”

“A bit,” Troy growled. “Just a bit.” He couldn’t help smiling, though. In spite of everything, it felt good to have a friend like Stu by his side.

***

“Awww, dude!” Stu complained as Troy was undressing at his locker. “Yer not still drinkin’ that shit, are you?”

Troy looked down at his bottle of BodyMax sitting on the bench between them and wrinkled his brow. “Yeah, why? It’s the best! Just look at my gains!”

Stu pulled a face. “Yer gains, bro? What’re you talkin’ ‘bout?”

“I’ve never been a better pitcher,” Troy explained patiently as he scratched his razor-burned crotch through his jeans thoughtfully. He couldn’t understand why Stu was always harping on him about the supplement. “I threw a no-hitter the other night, remember? That’s the first time I’ve ever done that! And it’s all because of BodyMax.”

“BodyMax?” Stu repeated. “What the fuck is ‘BodyMax’?”

Troy sighed and, reaching into his backpack, pulled out the tub that Rex had just given him. He held it out to Stu, saying, “This. This is BodyMax. It’s that stuff I was tellin’ you ‘bout that the football team takes.”

Stu received the tub, rolling it over in his hands as he inspected it carefully. Finally, he stated, “‘BootyMax.’ It says ‘BootyMax’ not ‘BodyMax,’ bro!”

Troy rolled his eyes. “Shut up, man! I’m not in the mood fer yer jokes right now.” He tried to take back the tub but Stu batted his hands away.

Reading aloud, he continued, “‘BootyMax’ is an experimental formula that targets the gluteal muscles and fat cells in the buttocks, augmenting and accelerating the effects of weight training. With ‘BootyMax,’ you will grow the biggest, fattest ass ASAP or your money back.’” Looking up at Troy, he muttered, “Well, that explains why yer ass is gettin’ so big!”

“Stu,” Troy warned. “Stop it! I’m sick and tired of yer shit!”

When he tried once again to wrestle the tub away from him, though, Stu held him at bay, reading, “‘Warning: BootyMax is intended for use by women only. Men may experience serious and permanent reduction in genital size and function as a result of using this product. Manufacturer warranty void if used by men.’”

His friend stopped and looked up at him, pronouncing, “You gotta stop takin’ this shit, man! Now.”

“No, I won’t!” Troy protested, huffing in indignation. Stu’s constant jokes were really beginning to annoy him! ‘BootyMax’? Hmpf! He wasn’t stupid. He could read and ‘BodyMax’ was written clearly on the label in big letters. 

He snatched the tub out of Stu’s hands and stuffed it into his backpack. Bending over, he resumed undressing, wrestling to tug his jeans off. They were so tight that his boxers dragged off in the process and he straightened, kicking both pants and underwear into the locker. He grabbed his jockstrap off its hook and was preparing to step into it when Stu let out a low whistle.

“Shit, you shaved yer pubes, too, didn’t you?” he asked, shaking his head. “Man, what has gotten into you? Yer actin’ crazy!” Troy opened his mouth to reply but Stu cut him off. Pushing himself off the bench, he took Troy by the shoulders. “Listen to me, bro,” he said soberly. “Stop taking those supplements and meeting with Rex Hollister. You gotta stop!”

When Troy looked away, scowling, Stu shook him until he met his gaze. “Troy! Troy!” he pleaded, voice catching in his throat. “Promise me you will stop taking that shit. Promise me!”

“Sure, sure,” Troy lied, unable to maintain eye contact. “I’ll throw it out. I swear.”

***

Chapter 4

Troy was forced to go shopping for new pants the next day. Not only could he barely squeeze into his old clothes but he was also becoming self-conscious about the attention his ass was getting.

The wrong kind of attention.

On several occasions, he’d noticed people–well, Ok, guys–staring at his butt as he walked across campus. To make matters worse, probably as a result of the, er, em-bare-assing video of him circulating on social media, his baseball teammates had started razzing him about his backside. Taunts like ‘Hot Cakes,’ ‘Booty Boy,’ and ‘Phat Ass,’ started in the locker room and followed him out onto the practice field. 

And it got worse–a lot worse–during their games, especially on the rare occasions he hit a run and was forced to jog to first base, his huge booty rolling and swaying behind him. It was almost like it had a mind and life of its own because it moved on its own volition, just a half-step out of sync, swinging with an exaggerated swish and flourish behind him. And the way his uniform hugged it… Fuck! It was almost obscene!

The attention his own team gave his ass was nothing compared to the abuse he got from the visiting team. The heckling, grabbing, slapping, and teasing he endured made his life on the field a living hell. He tried his best to roll with the harassment but inwardly it took its toll. Why did everyone have to single out his ass when he was getting so much bigger and beefier all over? It didn’t make sense.

He had to do something to make it stop!

Getting up early on a Saturday morning was painful but he wanted to hit the stores before they got busy. He visited the sporting goods outlet first, arriving just as the doors opened, and tried on several pairs of baseball pants. While none of the pants were ideal–they were either too tight in back or too big in the waist–he eventually found some that would work. He purchased enough pairs to get through the rest of the season, adding some sweatpants and cargo shorts to the stack for good measure. 

He walked out a half hour later clad in a long pair of shorts that were blessedly loose in back, even if he did have to cinch his belt up tight to keep them from falling off. (Probably because the BodyMax did the impossible–helping him lose fat while gaining muscle–his waist was slimmer than ever, coming in under 30 inches for the first time since he was fifteen.)

Next, he headed to a big and tall men’s store at the outlet mall, figuring it was bound to have jeans that fit him. Unfortunately, he was disappointed by the selection. Now, Troy didn’t spend a lot of time worrying about his appearance but he also didn’t want to come off as a slob. The problem he’d encountered at the sporting goods store was magnified at the outlet: His only choices were jeans that were either too big in the waist or too small in the butt. And neither looked good on him.

He was trying on the tenth pair of jeans, looking over his shoulder in the mirror and frowning at his reflected backside, when one of the store clerks took pity on him. “Hey, bro,” he whispered, coming up beside him. “Have you checked out that room over there? It’s for, um, special guys built like you.”

Troy followed the clerk’s gaze and spotted a sideroom he hadn’t noticed before. Curious, he went over to check it out. Inside, the pants appeared identical to the ones on the main floor but he soon discovered they differed in one important respect: The jeans were sewn with a bigger seat and a narrower waist. Even better, the fabric was stretchy. He nearly teared up when he pulled on a pair of 30×32 inch jeans and found they fit him in back with room to spare. He squatted down and was overjoyed when they stretched with the movement. There was no straining. No seams threatening to burst open. No embarrassing tightness across his buttocks. It was a gift from heaven!

Confidence regained, he swaggered out of the store with several pairs of new pants. Life was good again!

***

“Yo, Troy!” Taylor Johnson called out one day in the locker room. “What’re you puttin’ that on for? Cups are for men with sumthin’ to protect, not little boys like you.”

Troy froze, bent over with his jockstrap and cup pulled midway up his thighs. The locker room erupted with the raucous laughter of his teammates and he wilted with humiliation. Sickly heat crept up his neck as his eyes lowered to behold his shaved crotch. He flinched. Taylor was right: Even shorn of concealing pubes, his dick looked particularly tiny that day and it wasn’t because he was cold. Ever since Rex had reassured him that his junk was normal, he’d done his best to write off his diminished size to an overactive imagination. Now that he was the laughing stock of the locker room, though, he knew he’d just been fooling himself.

His cock really was shrinking.

Hands dropping to cover his shame, Troy hunched his shoulders and turned away from the abuse. He knew he should defend himself, yell at Taylor and give it right back to him–It wasn’t like Taylor was particularly hung himself–but he couldn’t find the resolve. His strength evaporated and his whole body began to shake. Worse, he had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from bursting into tears.

He was on the verge of bolting when Stu came to his rescue.

“LEAVE HIM THE FUCK ALONE!” the big jock bellowed, hands balling into fists as he strode into the locker room from the showers. He had just rinsed off before practice and his hairy, naked body was still dripping wet. He looked, Troy realized, like a total beast–a total angry beast–and his heart swelled with admiration for his best bro despite feeling like a total pussy for not standing up for himself.

The room fell silent, the guys are looking uncomfortably away as Stu shouted, “C’mon, guys! What are you, a bunch of eighth grade bullies? This isn’t who we are! We’re Polecats, remember? We stick together no matter what. Have you forgotten that we’re undefeated this season largely thanks to Troy?”

He stood there, chest puffed up and fists clenched, daring anyone to challenge him. When no one did, he rounded on Taylor, demanding, “Apologize to him, Taylor. NOW!”

Taylor blanched, shrinking away from Stu, and mumbled, “Sorry, bro. I didn’t mean it.”

Troy straightened (although he was careful to keep his hands clapped over his little man) and murmured, “Sure. No problem, dude.”

“Good,” Stu pronounced. “Now let’s get ready for practice. We got a game tomorrow and we need to all work together.”

***

Stu caught up with him as he slinking out of the locker room after practice. He had opted to skip the showers, unwilling to expose himself (and his tiny dickie) to further scrutiny and ridicule.

“You doin’ Ok, man?” he asked, letting his hand slide casually down onto Troy’s ass. “Taylor’s a real fucker.”

Troy straightened but Stu’s hand remained in place, resting lightly on the top of his beefy cheeks. He willed himself to shake it off but somehow just couldn’t make himself do it. Instead, he muttered, “I’m fine. Don’t worry ‘bout me.”

Stu’s hand squeezed him as he pressed, “You sure?” When Troy nodded, he added, “Wanna work out? We haven’t lifted together in ages. I miss our routine.”

“Nah,” Troy said, unable to understand the effect his buddy’s hand on his ass was having on him. Whatever it was, it was unsettling and he didn’t like it. “I already worked out a couple times today.” He shifted but Stu’s hand remained in place.

“Listen, Troy,” Stu began. “Yer not–I mean, yer not, um, still takin’ that stuff Rex gave you, are you?”

“Nah,” Troy replied, shaking his head. He knew that if he revealed the truth–that he was taking more of the BodyMax than ever–his bro would start nagging him again and he wasn’t in the mood to be lectured. “I tossed it, just like you said.”

“Good boy,” Stu praised, eliciting an inadvertent shiver of pride from Troy. “That’s a good boy! I’m glad to hear it ‘cuz that stuff was wreakin’ havoc on yer body.”

***

Chapter 5

A few days later, Troy discovered that he could barely squeeze into his new jeans. He stuck his feet through the leg holes and pulled them up his thighs but they got stuck midway and he had to hop up and down before he got them up and over his rear end. Confused, he turned and looked back at himself in the mirror, eyes goggling when he beheld his ass. The denim of his jeans was stretched thin as it strained to contain his big cheeks. He sucked in his belly and buttoned up, feeling lightheaded.

“What is going on?” he wondered aloud. “I must’ve washed ‘em in hot water ‘cuz I swear they were loose a day ago!”

He contemplated changing into a pair of sweats or baggy shorts but decided against it when he saw how late it was. He had to get to class!

If he thought his jeans would stretch out the longer he wore them, he was sorely mistaken; the walk across campus to class was torture. His ass cheeks chafed against the rough fabric of his jeans, growing more and more swollen. And he wasn’t the only one who noticed. He lost track of the whistles his swishing buttocks received and he gritted his teeth, trying his best to ignore this worst kind of male attention. Finally, though, the pressure in back was too much and he was forced to stop behind a hedge and squat down, attempting to make more room for his butt inside his beleaguered pants.

It didn’t work.

If anything, his jeans felt even tighter and, worse, he felt a seam give way. He straightened immediately, regretting his decision to go commando that morning. If his jeans split open, his bare ass would be hanging out for everyone to see!

He lowered his chin and resumed the trek to class, focusing on taking short, quick steps and ignoring the whistles of his admirers. This worked for a while and he was beginning to relax when he heard a particularly loud catcall behind him. Grimacing, he ignored it but when it was repeated several more times, he finally turned around to see who was making all of the noise.

It was Stu.

“Sheee-it!” his buddy called out. “Look at you, bro! Trying out a new look or something?”

Troy gave his friend a withering glare before turning and continuing on. Stu was not so easily put off, though, and jogged up beside him, swatting him playfully on the ass. Troy clenched his jaw, feeling his butt cheeks reverberate with the impact.

“Fuck off, Stu!” he spat. “And keep yer fuckin’ hands to yerself!”

“Aw, bro!” his pal coaxed, slinging a brotherly arm over his shoulder. “You shouldn’t’ve worn tight jeans if you didn’t want the attention.”

Troy tried to shrug the arm off but Stu merely laughed and tightened his hold. When he leaned over and nuzzled Troy’s neck, though, Troy had had enough and shoved his friend off of him.

“Hey, man! Don’t hate!” Stu complained, moving in front of him. When Troy tried to sidestep him, his buddy took him by the shoulders and held him in place. “Troy, hey, Troy!” he soothed. “What’s wrong? I’m just fuckin’ with ya.”

Troy looked down at the sidewalk. He was acutely aware that they were standing in the middle of a busy sidewalk with dozens of students jostling past them. When he looked back up again, though, he froze, caught in his friend’s limpid gaze.

He shivered, realizing for the first time that his friend, Stuart Hagen, was handsome. Very handsome. And stacked, too. Stu was wearing a tight, red t-shirt that showed off his impressive chest. He was broad-shouldered and burly, sporting a square-shaped gut with the traces of abdominals still visible beneath the extra padding. His shaggy, brown hair was unkempt and his thick beard was in need of a trim but somehow that only served to make him look more masculine. His sensitive, amber eyes held his own with an expression that could only be called tender.

Troy stiffened, alarmed at these thoughts. Stacked? Masculine? Tender? Impressive? Handsome? These were not adjectives he would ever have used to describe Stu. What the fuck was wrong with him? He shifted, willing himself to drop his gaze and break out of his friend’s hold but found he couldn’t. He was held captive by those beautiful amber eyes.

At that moment, Stu became aware of the awkwardness between them as well and dropped his hands, breaking eye contact and lowering his head. Wordlessly, he moved to Troy’s side and they resumed walking to class, neither guy saying anything. Troy cleared his throat but no sound came out. In the end, he remained silent, disturbed both by the tension with Stu and the tension in back of his pants. What the fuck was going on? 

He knew he had to get away from Stu. The tension, the feelings, the…attraction…he was feeling wasn’t normal. He wasn’t a faggot and Stu wasn’t his boyfriend! They were just dudes–straight dudes!–and dudes didn’t act like this with each other.

He was saved by their arrival at the chemistry building. Stu had started up the steps ahead of him when he realized Troy wasn’t following and stopped, looking questioningly back at him.

“You go ahead,” Troy mumbled. “I gotta take a piss.”

“Sure, dude,” came his friend’s reply. “I’ll save you a seat.”

He continued up the stairs and Troy watched him go, feeling unsettled. Finally, he shook himself and headed for the elevator. He’d lied about having to piss, of course; the truth was he didn’t trust his jeans to hold if he climbed the stairs. And he didn’t trust himself to be near Stu when these feelings were washing over him. It was safer on both fronts to ride the elevator to the lecture hall.

***

He scooted out of the lecture early in order to avoid Stu. He was still feeling uneasy about their earlier interaction and found it difficult to concentrate on the lecture. His gaze kept wandering over to his burly friend who was reclining in the chair next to him, hairy legs spread wide under the desk and shorts riding up his massive thighs. Christ, the dude really have thick legs! And then there were his arms. He couldn’t remember seeing biceps that big on a guy. Stu had really been working out…

Sitting bolt upright, he pushed himself away from the desk and staggered to the door, glad when his buddy didn’t follow him. He paused outside of the auditorium, struggling to catch his breath. When he had himself sufficiently under control, he took a step but then stopped almost immediately.

What the fuck!?

His jeans were even tighter, pinching his diminished junk in front as they strained to contain his backside. He paused to readjust himself and then took a tentative step. There was an audible rip and he quailed as he felt a seam give way.

Shit, shit, shit!

He was a mile away from his apartment and even further from his locker in the athletic building. If his pants gave out now, he would have a very long walk of shame ahead of him. He cast about, knowing the bell would ring at any moment, and finally decided to duck into the restroom to see if there was anything he could do to delay his impending doom.

He was in luck. The seam held and the bathroom was empty. He stood in front of the sinks, chest heaving as he tried to figure out a course of action. He was frantically running through possible escape routes when something about his reflection caught his eye and he looked at himself, squinting.

The young guy staring back at him in the mirror seemed familiar enough at first.

But, then again, maybe not?

There was something different about himself that he couldn’t quite figure out.

He leaned forward to examine his reflection, eyes widening when he realized his formerly dark brown hair was lighter. Almost blond. And his eyes…looked so big in his face. Big and blue with long, curving lashes. A button nose. Little, pouty lips. A narrow chin. And rosy cheeks. He looked really young without a beard!

Wait. 

Without a beard?

What had happened to his beard?!

He’d sported a thick beard since he was sixteen!

But it was gone now and there was only a trace of fuzz on his cheeks.

His full, round cheeks…

Troy straightened abruptly, confused by his changed features, and was turning to go when he saw his ass out of the corner of his eye. Letting out a yelp of surprise, he had to reach down and steady himself on the sink to keep from falling over. How in the fuck could his ass be so big and meaty? No wonder his jeans were splitting down the back! Shit, he really had a party going on back there.

He lowered his head, forcing himself to breathe deeply. There had to be a logical explanation for this. Guys’ asses didn’t get this big without reason. Maybe he was retaining water or something? Or maybe he’d just been overeating? He was a junior and had made it through nearly three years of college without putting on a lot of weight but the past several weeks had been stressful. And he’d been working out a lot. When he worked out a lot, he ate a lot.

Yeah, that was it!

He’d just been eating too much. If he was careful about what he ate and cut back on the carbs, he would be back to his fighting weight and his ass wouldn’t be so fat.

See? It wasn’t as bad as he’d thought! Just a little overeating. Nothing that he couldn’t fix without some sacrifice.

But what about his blond hair?

And his beard? (Or, rather, the lack of it?)

Maybe he’d accidentally bleached himself with one of his roommate’s hair products? Maybe he’d accidentally used a depilatory?

Yeah, that had to be it. He’d thought the shampoo smelled weird!

Troy smiled to himself, feeling better now that he knew what was happening. It was such a relief! As the tension drained out of him, his shoulders relaxed and he started thinking clearly again. He knew then how he would get back to his apartment: He would call an Uber! He just had to make it downstairs to the front of the building and the driver would whisk him away to safety. He reached down to extract his iPhone from his pocket and froze.

His phone wasn’t in his pocket.

He must have been so distracted by his big ass that he left it at home!

Shit, shit, shit!

The bell rang and he could hear students filtering out of the auditorium. Making a split second decision, he opted to hide in a bathroom stall until the halls cleared before making his way to safety. He had class in fifteen minutes but decided to skip it. It was more important to get back to his apartment and change into better fitting pants! His sweats ought to be baggy enough to conceal his booty. At least he hoped so…

***

He had forgotten it was Friday. The campus was always crawling with students on Fridays in the springtime when the warm weather brought them out to play in the sun. Troy groaned inwardly when he stepped out onto the crowded sidewalk after waiting in the bathroom for the next round of classes to start. He’d only barely made it out of the building without baring his ass and he could almost feel the threads tearing one by one in the back as the seam gave way. He had no choice, though. He had to get back to the apartment. Which meant he had to walk.

Steeling himself, he set off at a snail’s pace, taking the tiniest steps possible. He felt like a complete moron but reasoned that he would feel like an even bigger idiot if his jeans gave out. His luck held out until about halfway across the central plaza when a sweaty dude, diving to catch a frisbee, collided with him. Together, they fell to the ground in a heap. Troy was scrambling to extract himself when his jeans finally gave way with a roaring RRRRRRIIIIIIIIPPPPPP! His face went pale and he froze.

“Sorry ‘bout that, bro!” the dude said, standing up and cheerfully extending his hand. Troy tried to resist but the man was already pulling him up, up, up…much to the delight of the surrounding students.

“Holy fuck!” somebody called out. “Look at that dude’s huge ass!”

Troy clapped his hands over his butt but he was too late and his hands were too small. There was no way he could possibly close the gaping hole in back. It was way too wide and his ass was way too big! It joyfully sprang forth in all its enormous glory, rolling out behind him like a giant caboose. His shoulders slumped as he was once again surrounded by a horde of guys gleefully filming his humiliation with their smartphones.

It only took a moment for the frisbee-catching dude to figure out what was happening. When he did, he was more than happy to aid and abet Troy’s downfall. Grabbing him around the chest, he yanked his hands away from his butt and shoved his downward, causing his bare ass to explode out of the shreds of his jeans.

“Baby got back!” he shouted. “Look at him! His ass is bigger than Kim Kardashian’s!”

“Stop! Please stop!” Troy whined, struggling weakly to free himself but his captor’s hold was good and he was much stronger. In the end, he was forced to endure the longest, most humiliating ordeal of his life as he and his big, bare butt were paraded around the plaza. A crowd soon gathered and loud laughter rang out. He was completely surrounded and at the mercy of the malicious frisbee catcher.

There was no escape.

***

Rex Hollister found him about an hour later. The crowd had finally dispersed, losing interest after Troy went limp in his captor’s arms. Lowering him to the ground, the dude smirked down at him, taking one last pic of his spreading ass cheeks, before sauntering off. Troy buried his face in his hands as tears streamed down his face, too weak to cover himself up. He wanted to die. His life may as well be over. If his reputation had taken a beating as a result of the previous video, it was so deep in the toilet now that he’d never pull it out and be respectable again.

“Here ya go, bud,” a familiar, deep voice murmured in his ear. “I got ya.”

Troy stirred, cracking a bloodshot eye to find Rex leaning over him.

“Aw, baby!” the quarterback soothed, lifting him to his feet. “What the fuck did they do to you?” He slung an arm under Troy’s shoulder and steadied him while extracting his smartphone with his free hand. “Let’s take an Uber to the clinic,” he urged. “I wanna get ya checked out.”

“I’m fine,” Troy protested, hanging his head because he lacked the strength and willpower to lift it. “Just take me back to my apartment.”

“Naw, man!” Rex countered. “Ya need a professional look at ya. I know just the doc, too. He’s helped me out a bunch of times.”

Troy opened his mouth to object but then closed it again when he realized he didn’t have the wherewithal to resist. Besides, Rex was right; something was clearly wrong with him. What harm would it do to be examined by a doctor?

***

Chapter 6

Troy awoke, feeling groggy, lying on his belly in a hospital bed. Rex Hollister was leaning over him, a look of concern on his face. Sunlight streamed through a nearby window, catching Rex’s glasses and setting them aflame with light. Troy blinked, seeing spots and feeling slightly nauseous. 

Rex laid a cool hand on his forehead, murmuring, “Aw, there you are, baby! Your surgery was a success!”

Troy grimaced, head spinning with the effort it took to focus on Rex’s face. His mouth was so cottony he had to swallow several times before he managed to croak, “Surgery? What surgery?”

Glasses flashing, Rex smiled. “Don’t you remember, baby? You finally got the implants you’ve been wanting!”

“Implants?” Troy repeated. “What implants?”

Before Rex could answer, he felt it.

A mysterious weight.

A heavy, mysterious weight centered over his lower body.

He shifted on his stomach, realizing the hospital bed was tilted so that his butt was sticking up in the air. He was covered by a sheet but even so he could tell something was different…down there. Something was very different!

“Uhhhhh,” he moaned. “What is that? Why does my butt feel so weird?”

Rex laughed. “Your new implants, silly! They are the biggest that Dr. Esquivel could find on the market.”

Alarmed, Troy tried to sit up but Rex restrained him, placing a firm hand on his shoulder. “Lie still, baby. You’re pretty well healed up–Dr. Esquivel barely had to make an incision ‘cuz yer ass was already so huge–but ya need to take it slow.”

Troy’s face blanched as he felt the alien weight lying on top of him reverberate with a ponderous tremor each time he moved. With a sickening sense of doom, he realized that the weight bearing down on him wasn’t separate from him. It was part of him.

Part of his butt.

He wailed in terror, feeling his ass quiver and shake in ways that no man’s ass should ever move. He was on the verge of losing it completely when Rex leaned down and reassured, “Easy, boy. Easy. This is what you and Stu wanted, isn’t it? It’s what you asked the doctor for when you came here.”

His glasses flared brilliantly as he pulled away and Troy looked up at him, confused. Stu? What did Stu have to do with this? And he hadn’t wanted ass implants, had he? He closed his eyes, waiting for the spots to disappear. His brain was all fuzzy and he could barely remember anything. As he lay there struggling to recall the events of the past several weeks, his thoughts went back to his workouts, BootyMax…and Stu.

Yeah, that was it! 

Now he remembered!

He’d started taking BootyMax because he wanted Stu to notice his ass. His best bro was an ass man through and through, always drooling over the girls on campus with the biggest butts. It drove Troy crazy because his own ass was so flat it was basically nonexistent and Stu never paid any attention to him because of it. He knew that if his ass was only bigger, his friend would stop looking at those stupid sluts and realize that Troy was everything he needed in one package.

And then, miraculously, Rex had shown up and offered to help him. Rex had shared his girlfriend’s secrets with him, eventually letting him try BootyMax and coaching him on glute workouts. It had worked and he’d finally grown an ass to be proud off.

Only…

Only it still wasn’t big enough.

Oh, Stu noticed his ass, alright. Noticed and commented on and even squeezed it from time to time. But he still had eyes for girls with bigger asses than Troy’s. The last straw had been on Friday when Troy caught Stu ogling Rochelle Davison, a woman with the biggest, phattest ass imaginable. His friend’s eyes had popped out of his head and his tongue was dragging on the ground at the sight of her. Troy had been devastated at first but then, like a phoenix rising from its ashes, his resolve had hardened and he became determined to do whatever it took to make sure Stu never looked at a woman’s ass again.

He waited until Stu was in class before approaching Rochelle and asking her what her secret was. ‘Silicone implants,’ she’d said, tossing her head and smiling. ‘At Dr. Esquivel’s office. Ask Rex about him. He’ll take you…’

Snapping back to the present, he opened his eyes again and smiled angelically up at Rex, feeling his heart swell nearly to the size of his new, huge buttocks. “OMG, Rex!” he cooed. “I can’t believe it! You’ve made my dream come true!”

Rex nodded, smiling warmly. “That’s right, baby! Yer ass is even bigger than Rochelle’s now. You officially have the fattest ass on campus! ‘Course, yer pitching career’s probably over but…,” his voice trailed off and he gave Troy a sly wink. “Yer career as a catcher is just beginning.”

Troy’s cheeks colored and he inadvertently clenched his mountainous buttocks, a thrill running down his spine as he felt those immense mounds jiggle languorously. Giggling, he opened his mouth to reply when he heard a moan beside him. Curious, he turned his head and gave a start of surprise when he discovered Stu lying asleep in the bed next to his. His friend was on his side, the privacy curtain pulled up so that Troy could only see his upper chest and head. An IV needle was sticking in his beefy arm and his breathing was shallow but otherwise he was the same sexy stud that Troy knew…and loved.

“His procedure was a success, too,” Rex said cryptically, “but, Troy, yer gonna have to help him. It’s gonna take him a while to get used to his…changes. If anyone is cut out for the job, though, it’s you, buddy!”

Overwhelmed with concern for his friend, Troy’s breath caught in his throat and he struggled to get out of bed. This time, Rex didn’t try to stop him and instead knelt down to help him get his feet underneath him. When Troy’s massive butt proved too heavy, he urged him to roll onto his side. “Use gravity, Troy,” he instructed. “Gravity is your friend.”

Troy took a deep breath and steeled himself. Using all of his might, he swung his behemoth booty to the side and nearly toppled out of the bed when it finally gave way. Rex caught him under the armpits, though, and eased him onto his feet. Troy gradually regained his balance and was able to stand freely, maintaining a wide stance and bracing himself as he felt his glutinous ass cheeks sway to and fro behind him.

“This is gonna take some gettin’ used to!” he chirped, looking up at Rex gratefully. “But I’ll do it!”

“That’s my boy!” Rex praised, reaching down at pat him fondly on the ass. “I knew you had it in you!”

Troy beamed, lurching unsteadily over to Stu’s bedside. Rex pulled up a chair with an extra wide cushion and he settled into it gratefully, amazed by how high up he sat now that his ass was so big. It was like sitting on two overstuffed pillows. He had to steady himself on the armrests to keep from toppling out onto the floor.

“I’ll leave you two alone now,” Rex whispered, giving Troy another wink. He paused at the doorway, adding, “Help him, Troy. Stu is gonna need all your lovin’ to adjust to his new life.”

***

Chapter 7

Troy perched unsteadily on his chair, gazing down at his best bro, Stu. His friend looked so peaceful lying in the hospital bed, hairy chest rising and falling. He was wearing a tiny hospital gown like Troy’s but it did little to contain his muscular body. And what a body it was! Troy’s little dicklet chubbed up just looking at him. He couldn’t remember feeling this way about anyone before and it left him both scared and elated.

His eyes slid down his friend’s body. Stu was lying on his side, lower body hidden from view by a partially-drawn privacy curtain. Curious, Troy leaned forward and pulled the curtain back. His eyes went wide when he beheld what had become of Stu’s lower body and he had to steady himself on the arms of his chair. Heart pounding, he pushed himself onto his feet and waited for his massively inflated butt cheeks to stop swaying before taking a wobbly step forward. 

Walking with his crazy new butt presented a challenge because he couldn’t take normal ‘guy’ steps anymore. The force of gravity on his enhanced backside forced his hips to rotate salaciously with each step. His cheeks colored as he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror across the room.

Whoa! He barely recognized himself!

On impulse, he wobbled over to the mirror and flung off his skimpy hospital gown to stand there looking at the side view of his hairless, naked body. The change was substantial! Troy used to be one of those top-heavy guys with a wide chest and powerful arms. Not anymore! His bulk had shifted downward and he was decidedly bottom-heavy and pear-shaped. His upper body was now lithe and lean, his little pink nipples poking out from a smooth, flat chest. His shaggy, blond hair had been trimmed short on the sides but left long on top. He tilted his head and the bangs slid coquettishly over his left eye.

He was smiling at his reflection when he noticed something else.

His lips!

What had happened to his lips?

He puckered them and marveled at how big and full they were. Much puffier than should have been possible. Running his tongue over those pillowy morsels, he squealed with delight when he realized Rex had injected his lips with collagen. Could this get any better?

Gazing upon his beautifully enhanced body, he was suffused with the golden radiance of happiness. He loved what Rex had done to his face but it was his lower body that kept drawing his attention. His legs appeared to be shorter and stubbier than before and his thighs were stockier, so wide they were like tree trunks. And his ass…

SHIT! WHAT AN ASS!!!

He was lowering his hands downward, preparing to touch it for the first time when he stopped and closed his eyes. His whole body was trembling with expectation and he had to pinch himself to be certain he wasn’t dreaming. This was the culmination of a lifelong dream. Ever since he was a small boy, he’d longed to have a voluptuous ass, a truly enormous behind that rivaled all others.

And now his dream had come true.

It was almost too much for poor Troy and he had to choke back tears. He was the luckiest boi in the whole world!

Taking a deep breath, he leaned forward and opened his hands, leaving them poised in back before finally taking the plunge and cupping his bloated ass cheeks.

Ungh! 

He shrilled with surprise. His ass was so soft, so cushiony, so immense, and so unlike his former pert bottom that he had difficulty believing that this was a guy’s butt. His hairless skin was supple and smooth. And the silicone implants were so silky, running through his fingers like…

UNGH!!!

His system couldn’t take this sensory overload and he was forced to drop his cheeks and stand there, waiting for his heart to stop pounding. It was too much! Having his dreams come true was one thing but feeling his dreams come true…Well, it was overwhelming. 

After a while, he calmed down enough to look at himself in the mirror again. A silly smile spread across his face when he saw his butt hanging out behind him like a soft, bubbly shelf. Each cheek was bigger than a monster-sized watermelon but somehow it didn’t sag…yet. He wiggled his hips and felt those giant globes shake, their weight and mass dragging him downward. 

Watching them jiggle was so mesmerizing that he forgot all about Stu and lost himself in the perverse enchantment of his ass. He’d never seen a butt this huge before and, despite feeling somewhat self-conscious--Could he even walk to class like this??? And what about baseball? How would he wind up for a pitch with an extra hundred pounds hanging off in back?–he also felt a stab of pride. No one at the university had an ass like his! He, Troy Collier, had the biggest ass on campus! His ass was even bigger than Rochelle Davison’s!

But his dick.

Shit, where’d his dick go?!

Brow furrowing, he stared down at his crotch and realized that, instead of a cock, he had a little pink button. Not even a nub. Nope, just the tiniest button imaginable, almost like an ‘outie’ belly button but lower down. He knew he was hard as rock but staring down at himself, he couldn’t tell. His dick was so deeply retracted that only the tip of it protruded from his smooth pubes.

His dick was disappearing inside his body!

And his balls…

Fuck, what happened to them?!

Beneath his button dick, there were no balls, not even a shriveled up bag of skin where his balls used to be. His smooth, featureless pubes were almost as disorienting as the massive globes hanging off his back end. He’d simply never seen a guy like him before.

Fingers trembling, he reached down and touched that tender, tiny button with his little finger…and shivered with delight.

Holy fuck, that felt good!

He wriggled his pinky and his eyes rolled back, a moan escaping his plump, parted lips.

A-FUCKING-MAZING!!!

He might have a microscopic dick but at least it was exquisitely sensitive. He smiled to himself, realizing that he had both the biggest ass and smallest cock on campus. He was a fucking god among men! No one else was like him. No one.

Wait.

What was that?

Clenching his gigantic butt cheeks, he felt something moist trickling down the back of his legs and reached back to explore. He lifted his hand and studied it closely. His fingers were coated with a slick, milky, viscous liquid. He sniffed, nostrils wrinkling as they filled with a dense, musky odor. What was this stuff? He reached down again, probing around inside the deep, clammy crevice of his ass and then froze when his fingertips finally grazed his buried hole.

The viscous liquid was leaking out of his hole!

Huh?

He extracted his hand from the gaping chasm and examined his dripping fingers again. That stuff was almost like…almost like…almost…like…

A moan from Stu drew his attention away from the mysterious stuff leaking out of his butthole and he wiped his hands off on the discarded hospital gown. Sashaying with mincing steps (to keep from losing his balance), he made his way back to his friend’s bedside, eyes growing wide when he once again beheld Stu’s incredibly transformed lower body. A frisson of desire surged through him, eliciting a renewed trickle down his thighs. He lifted his eyes heavenward in a silent prayer of thanksgiving, unable to believe his good fortune. Rex Hollister had given him two of the most precious gifts imaginable: The biggest ass and the most perfect boyfriend in the world.

Boyfriend? he wondered, feverish with desire. I’m not gay! Or…maybe I am?

He thought about it, understanding finally that ‘boyfriend’ was the right word: Stu Hagen was his boyfriend. Or at least he would be once he experienced the wonders of Troy’s amazing new ass…

Stu Hagen is my boyfriend! My beautiful, studly boyfriend!

He was leaning down to place a hand on Stu’s forehead when he remembered Rex’s warning: ‘Help him, Troy,’ the quarterback had urged, ‘Stu is gonna need all your lovin’ to adjust to his new life.’

He straightened, belatedly comprehending the meaning of the big jock’s warning. Troy had begged Rex for his implants, but Stu…well, he suspected his buddy had no idea what Rex had done to him. He knew Stu pretty well and the sexy stud had never once mentioned wanting…

Stu stirred and moaned again.

He was about to wake up!

He had to think fast!

But what should he do?

Stu stirred again. When his eyes began to flutter open, Troy acted without thinking. Deftly removing the IV from his friend’s arm and setting it aside, he pushed Stu over onto his back. Then, with awkward desperation, he scrambled on top of him, giant booty flopping up and down and swishing side to side, nearly throwing him off the bed and onto the floor several times before he managed to straddle his supine friend.

Stu’s eyes opened. His pupils were wide and his gaze unfocused. He groaned. Finally, he looked around and gave a start of surprise when he found himself staring up at Troy.

“Troy?” he murmured, trying to push himself up on his elbows. Troy’s huge behind kept him firmly in place, though, and he finally gave up, lowering his head back down on the pillow. His eyebrows drew together as he studied his friend’s face. “W-W-What happened to you?” he asked. “You look so different!” Turning his head, his eyes went wide as he took in the surroundings and he struggled to sit up again, exclaiming, “What the fuck am I doing in the hospital?”

“Shhhh, babe,” Troy soothed, pushing his little hand down on Stu’s sternum. “Yer doin’ just fine! I’m here for ya. I’m yer Troy Boy!”

“My ‘Troy Boy’?” Stu repeated. “What’re you talkin’ ‘bout? You’re not…I mean, I’m not…um, we’re not…” He stopped, searching Troy’s face, his eyes going round as he finally pronounced, “We’re not gay, Troy!”

“‘Course not, babe!” Troy warbled, stealthily moving his hands downward. “We’re not gay at all!” He leaned forward until his face was poised directly over Stu’s while he subtly grasped his friend’s wrists and moved them upward. “Nothin’ gay goin’ on here,” he continued, lowering his lips. 

Stu’s expression shifted from skepticism to suspicion to alarm as Troy puckered his collagen-filled pillows. When he opened his mouth to protest, Troy pounced, kissing him deeply and planting Stu’s big, calloused hands over his mutantly huge buttocks.

At first, Stu froze beneath him, eyes going round and mouth clamping shut. But then his fingers instinctively clenched over Troy’s ballooning mounds and his whole body when slack. His eyelids closed and his lips fell open, a soft and plaintive sigh escaping his mouth. Troy smirked on top of him, brushing his bro’s stubbly upper lip with the delicate tip of his tongue.

“Stu,” he coaxed. “Hey, Stu…”

His soft, seductive tone had an instant effect on his friend. He snapped to attention, eyes flying open and muscular body going rigid as he grabbed Troy’s bountiful cakes and yanked him forward, devouring his puffy lips with his mouth. A low growl built deep inside his broad, hairy chest as he came alive, body pulsing with a potent fire.

Troy giggled, surrendering to the big man’s onslaught. At long last, his grand plan had paid off and he succeeded in winning the undying love and affection (and carnal lust) of his best bro! He’d had Stu in his sights ever since middle school. In the intervening years, he’d endured heartache after heartache as he watched his friend go after a string of big-butted chicks. He’d chewed on his jealousy in silence, though, plotting ways to win his bro’s love and scheming to ensure that one day Stu Hagen would never stray from his side. It had taken a lot but, thanks to Rex Hollister, he’d finally succeeded. As Stu savaged his mouth while his hands savaged his super-sized booty, he savored this sweet victory.

There was just one last thing…

One last thing…

“Ungh,” he cooed. “Fill me up, babe! Fill up my pussy with yer long, fat cock! I want my best bro inside me!”

Stu winced, pulling away from his lips and giving him an apologetic look. “Um, about that…” he muttered, voice trailing off.

“About what, babe?” Troy asked, feigning innocence. He knew exactly what was behind his bro’s hesitancy to bugger his big booty but he also knew that he had a trump card and he wasn’t about to blow his chance by playing it too early. Staring down at his best bud with his wide, baby blue eyes, he pleaded, “But I need yer pole in my pussy!”

Stu blanched, rolling Troy’s mountainous cheeks around in his hands. “Troy, as much as I want to…”

“Yeah?” Troy pressed, secretly enjoying watching him squirm. “If ya want my boi pussy, it’s yers! Take it! Pound my pussy with yer big cock!” Stu gave him such a pained expression that Troy leaned down on nibbled his furry lip. “C’mon, Stu-ey!” he pouted. “I’m yer lil’ Troy Boy. Are ya really gonna say no to my hungry pussy?”

Refusing to meet his gaze, Stu’s eyes darted from side to side. “Troy,” he gasped finally in a strangled voice. “I can’t! You’ve, you know, seen me naked hundreds of times. I’m not that big! My dick’s barely five inches! And yer new ass is so fat that I can’t reach yer…” his voice broke off as he refused to complete the sentence.

Troy watched him with sly amusement, only deigning to come to his rescue when Stu’s cheeks turned rosy under his dense beard. “Stu,” he began delicately, “trust me. Yer never gonna have to worry ‘bout that again! My booty and yer cock were made for each other! We have Rex to thank for that.”

Perplexed, Stu asked, “Rex? What’s Rex got to do with my dick?”

“Shhh, babe. Lemme show you,” Troy soothed, smiling sweetly.

With that, he gently pushed his friend back down on the bed while pushing his swollen cakes downward. Stu’s hands fell away and he stared helplessly up at him as Troy flared his hips, parting his buttocks as wide as the overstuffed globes would go. Inching backward down Stu’s sweaty torso, he winked, purring, “Wait for it! Wait for it!”

An inch lower.

And then another.

He was just about there.

His ass was quivering with expectation and his butthole was so eager his juices were dripping down onto Stu’s belly. He bit his tongue and hoped to God his aim was good…

Bull’s eye!

“FUCK!” Stu yelled, hips bucking upward and cockhead slamming against Troy’s pucker like a battering ram. “OH, FUCK!”

Troy fell forward, landing with his hands on either side of Stu’s head. His eyes bugged out as he felt his juicy ass lips part under the unstoppable assault of his buddy’s newly enhanced cock. Stu’s face lit up with wicked pleasure as the truth of his new penile dominance dawned on him and he seized Troy’s bubbly ass in both hands, undulating beneath him and driving his manpole deep inside.

Troy’s eyes rolled backward and he felt his ass virginity shred as his best bro split him down the middle. Fortunately, his juices provided an optimal lube and his hole surrendered with a loud slurp, sending waves of pleasure radiating through his lower body…along with just the right amount of pain. He lifted his head and wailed in ecstasy, surprised a moment later when Stu’s much deeper bellow joined his, their cries modulating together in a carnal song of desire.

It culminated in a deafening roar from Stu as he braced underneath Troy. Barely a heartbeat passed before he flipped him violently onto his belly and renewed his rapacious assault. Troy cried out with delight, drawing his knees under him and straining to stick his huge ass up in the air. He could feel it quivering eagerly behind him, billowing out like twin airbags. The cool air caressed his winking butthole for only a moment before Stu was pummeling him into submission once again.

The room filled with the wanton slapping of Stu’s thighs against Troy’s mega-sized peach. Troy bit his lips, bracing himself against the mattress as his face rubbed back and forth against the sheet. When Stu exploded inside him, lifting his head and howling at the top of his lungs, Troy’s pussy filled to overflowing with his buddy’s cum. He grinned as it flowed out of his hole, twining down his legs and staining the sheets around his knees.

Stu struggled to catch his breath, grasping Troy around his corpulent hips and squeezing him affectionately. He kept his huge pole lodged inside him, though, teasing him with little thrusts. Troy whimpered, loving the deliciously painful sensation of his hole gaping wider than ever before. He was wrecked! His boy pussy was absolutely wrecked and it was all because of Stu Hagen and the huge tool that Rex had gifted him.

“Uh, hey, baby?” Stu gasped finally in between gulps of air.

“Yeah, Stu-ey?”

His friend exhaled loudly, complaining, “Yer not gonna start calling me that now, are ya?”

“Maybe,” came Troy’s coy reply.

“Grrrr.”

“Lolz!” Troy chirped. “And what were ya gonna ask me, ya big stud?”

Stu pushed his cock deeper inside, making Troy purr. “About my cock…?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Do you know what happened to it?” Stu asked, drilling in deeper. “And why am I still hard as a rock even though I just shot my load all over inside ya?”

Troy paused, contemplating his answer. Finally, he decided to just go for it and give Stu the brutal truth: “That’s not yer cock anymore, Stu-ey. It’s a giant dildo with yer skin stretched over it.”

Stunned silence.

Then: “What? I don’t think I got that.”

“Yeah, ya did,” Troy replied glibly. “Ya got a dildo for a cock now. Yer gonna be hard–and BIG!–forever, babe.”

Deadly silence.

Followed swiftly by agonized yowling.

***

It took a long time but Troy eventually managed to get Stu to calm down. He was lying on his back, cradling his lover’s shaggy head against his belly as Stu sobbed pitifully. Taking a deep breath, he placated, “You know, Stu, it’s not so bad.”

“Really?” his bro croaked. “That’s easy for you to say. You don’t got a huge, rubber cock sticking out in front of ya. I gotta go through the rest of my life lookin’ like a total freak! A totally boned-up freak!”

Troy rolled his eyes upward. Clearly, Stu wasn’t thinking clearly. Had he forgotten about Troy’s massive ass? In the interest of harmony, though, he bit off the sharp retort on the tip of his tongue and said instead, “Um, at least you still got a dick. Have ya seen what happened to mine?”

This gave Stu pause. Troy lay there patiently as his friend lifted his head questioningly before lowering it again to examine his smooth, vacant pubes. He did a double take when he caught sight of Troy’s pink button.

“That’s…that’s…that’s…” he stammered, unable to stop staring at the wee thing.

“Embarrassing?” Troy finished for him.

Stu shook his head, spraying Troy with sweat droplets. “No! I was gonna say that’s the fuckin’ hottest thing I’ve ever seen!”

Troy blinked, studying his bro’s face for signs of mockery. When he spotted none, he smiled, suggesting, “Oh, yeah? Well, if that’s so, why don’t ya finish me off then? You got to christen my asshole with yer cum. Now it’s my turn.”

Stu didn’t need to be asked twice. In a flash, he commenced eating Troy out with a passionate fervor that bordered on religiosity. His button might be small and basically nonfunctional but at least it was sensitive. Stu had him bawling like an overfed heifer in heat within seconds. When he came, he looked down at himself with surprise to see a tiny fountain of cum shooting up from his crotch. He had a miniature geyser! 

Stu lapped it up, smacking his lips and licking his beard for every last trace. When Troy relaxed, lowering his head onto the pillow, Stu crept up on top of him like a stealthy bear-panther, arching his back and waggling the enormous rubber dildo hanging heavy, long and fat between his legs. It was so heavy and so long that the bulbous tip brushed Troy’s button, making him shiver.

Troy was reaching up to enfold his big, sexy lover in his skinny arms when Stu froze.

“What’s wrong, babe?” Troy asked, puckering his thick lips. “Gimme a kiss! I need a kiss from my big, strong bro!”

The color drained out of Stu’s face as he shook his head but he refused to answer Troy when pressed. Finally, after opening and closing his mouth several times, he managed to stutter, “I-I-It’s n-n-not just my c-c-cock, Troy! I think Rex did sumthin’ to my ass, too!”

“Really?” Troy asked, sitting up on his elbows. “What’d he do to it?”

Stu reached back and felt himself, eyes going round and mouth falling open.

“What?” Troy demanded. “Stu! What’s wrong?”

Unable to meet his gaze, Stu lowered his head in shame. Troy had to strain to hear him when he whispered, “It’s my ass, Troy. He gave me an ass almost as big as yers!”

***

Epilogue

Troy Collier and Stu Hagen were sauntering down the hall, hand in hand, after class two weeks later when they heard a catcall behind them. They turned to find their former baseball teammates, Taylor Johnson and Jason Cutter, ogling them. As they stared, Taylor nudged Jason in the ribs, jeering, “Look! There go those sideshow freaks, Stu and Troy! Where d’you ‘spose they find clothes to fit over their ginormous asses? The circus?”

They high-fived each other and burst out laughing as Troy and Stu looked down at themselves. Troy was wearing the skimpiest pair of white mesh shorts. His inflated buttocks spilled out the bottom and his pink, Y-back thong splayed out like a proverbial whale tail over the top of his burgeoning cheeks. His new tramp stamp (’Booty Slut’ tattooed in stylized lettering) was clearly visible beneath his orange Polecat crop top. 

Stu towered next to him, clad in a skintight pair of Levi’s that had been modified to accommodate his new blocky ass. The jeans rode low on his waist and his hairy cheeks poured out the top, framed perfectly by the waistband and straps of his exposed jock. The outline of his massive dildo-cock was clearly visible in front, jutting out hard and wide and full before him. He was, Troy thought, quite possibly the sexiest stud in the whole world.

Troy favored his studly boyfriend with a smile and Stu winked. They continued down the hall, Ignoring the snickering jocks behind them, eventually rounding a corner to find Rex Hollister waiting with his girlfriend, Rochelle. The two were embracing but broke apart when they saw Stu and Troy.

A moment later, Jason and Taylor rounded the corner as well, stopping abruptly when they spotted the big quarterback. Rex’s glasses flashed in the sunlight reflected from the windows as he greeted them, saying, “Ah, there you are! I’ve been looking for you!”

The two jocks looked at each other uneasily. Taylor was the first to recover. “You were looking for us?” he asked, voice quavering slightly. “Really?”

Rex smiled broadly and jerked his head towards the door. “Yes, Taylor,” he rumbled. “I have been looking for you. How’s abouts we chat outside?”

With that, he turned and the two hapless baseball jocks followed along behind him while Troy, Stu, and Rochelle exchanged knowing glances.