#butt growth
Here’s an example of an unfortunate girl who contracted the bounce virus just moments before the video began. Her ass begins subtly twitching, each cheek seeming to have a mind of it’s own. Full-force bouncing and ass-clapping will start within a few minutes, but for now she’ll experience mild discomfort as her ass jerks and twitches.
Once the involuntary ass flexing begins, the virus is contagious. Any women within a few feet of the infected carrier will also begin to feel light twitches in their ass cheeks, leading to distracting flexes, then finally hours upon hours of mind-numbing twerking. Scientists are working on a cure for the early stages of the virus, but nothing has come to light. If you happen to see an ass twitching in an odd fashion, stay clear. You have been warned.
Bounce Virus inspired by buttexpansioncaps.tumblr.com
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The bounce virus can cause women to twerk endlessly for days or even weeks. Jamie here has been bouncing her voluptuous ass for 12 consecutive days, and has managed to spread the jiggling infection to every woman in her neighborhood. Ass-clapping pear-shaped ladies line the sidewalks, working their backsides as if it were saturday night in a Vegas nightclub. Some of the women are completely nude, exposing their puckered holes between each tantalizing *clap*. Sweat runs down their bodies as they twitch and wobble their ass cheeks to an unknown rhythm. The unfortunate fact is that the virus only becomes stronger in concentrated groups. These poor girls will only grow thicker and bounce harder as the days go by.
Bounce Virus inspired by buttexpansioncaps.tumblr.com
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“Ridiculous,” she said out loud, adjusting her thigh-highs upward. Her pink panties, already cut to show off a generous amount of cheek, were being completely overloaded. She wiggled against them, feeling her weight rebound and shake, almost sloshing as her cheeks collided against the straining underwear. Her thighs strained, flexing with hidden muscle against her socks, which responded by rolling down slightly on one leg and tearing a touch on the other.
“Too small?” The photographer asked.
“Not small enough,” she responded, adjusting again, delicately. It was no fun if she just tore through something by hand–she had to really shred it. “I thought I’d have grown out of all this by now.” She bent over, placing her hands on the chair, which strained. “Maybe you can catch it happening, if you’re quick enough.” She smiled, a little, undulating her hips as she felt her shirt rolling up too. “I think I feel a growth spurt coming on.”
The cruise had been excellent, and none of them quite wanted to leave.
The food? Impressive. The company? Incomparable. The amenities? Immaculate. A solid week, on a state-of-the-art ship, with the best care and services they could hope for. Utter, complete relaxation, and the weight that came with it. They were hardly the only ones–every woman on the ship, almost from day one, found themselves swollen, thighs thickening, asses plumping, tits becoming larger, perkier, soft and generous. But in a pleasured, relaxed fog, nobody seemed to think much of it. They had spent a week simply basking in it, the same way they tanned in the sun.
The crewmembers kept providing them with replacement clothes, so there was no real inconvenience. They simply ate, relaxed, grew, and spent their nights drinking and singing and sinking into piles of each other’s soft flesh, larger and more luxuriant by the night. When they finally disembarked to take a loop around the island they’d alighted on, they found their legs strong and steady, with a powerful, feminine grace. It was an adventurous day on the beach, clad in fresh, new, slightly-too-small bikinis, drinking beers and casually tossing a beachball to each other after a day of sightseeing. They took a picture together, partially to commemorate it, and partially as a progress picture. They had a week to return back to the states, and they were sure they’d only be larger and softer when they arrived.
The leotard was one of the best decisions she’d ever made. Keeping her vast and still-swelling lower body clothed was an ordeal in the best of conditions. She’d shredded pants and snapped panties. Shorts had been overwhelmed and stretched to the point of uselessness. Skirts were a fading dream–she’d tried on what should have been floor length and found it pooled around her ankles in front and short enough to be indecent in back. Now, at least, she was technically decent–which was really the best kind of decent, as far as she was concerned.
Her ass was enormous, that much was obvious. But she still liked to say it out loud and watch the looks on people’s faces when they realized exactly how unabashed she was about her huge size. She liked to think it to herself, every time she got a glimpse of the massive pear looking back at her in the mirror. She took pictures of it at every opportunity, and put them together into little collages, or before-and-afters showing how she’d tripled her weight in six months. More than anything though, she liked to put in the time, massaging it with cremes and lotions, taking her supplements every day so that she could make it bigger. And bigger, and bigger. There had to be a stopping point eventually, and most people might have declared it sixty or seventy pounds ago. But while she was a lot of things, a wobbling, orgasmically gigantic pear, for one, she certainly wasn’t a quitter.
((Morph provided by the excellent PlumpBubbles, who appears to have vanished again. :c Nevermind! He’s back on DA, and you can find him here.))
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She cooed, spreading her legs outward, pressing her voluminous, swelling thighs down against the soft blanket. Behind her, her cheeks were billowing outwards and upwards, sensitive enough that just the air drifting across them as they grew was intoxicating, the much-more-tactile sensation of the tiny scrap of fabric flossing between them enough to make her bite her lip. She experimentally bounced, once, the motion enough to make her breath catch in her throat as she ground her overly-sensitive crotch into the bed.
It was far from done, however. Her heels, pressing into her cheeks, gradually sank deeper and deeper as her bottom-heavy form continued to expand. She placed a hand on her knee, steadying herself as the growth came in waves and crashes, her thong snapping under the onslaught. Her body swelled larger, and larger, her toes curling in pleasure as she made eye contact with herself in the mirror. Her jaw was slack from pleasure, she realized with a start that she’d been moaning so long and loud she’d run out of breath and she swallowed hard before the almost-primal moans forcefully resumed. She closed her eyes, letting the sheer sensation wash over her, willing herself not to look until she was done. As her swollen cheeks encroached on her toes, she knew when it was finished she would be a sight to behold.
Wish: I’d love a story about this dude taking some kind of dodgy pill from the internet that makes his already huge ass enormous.
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“Good evening everyone!” Brandon smiled as he waved at the camera that was set up on his desk. “Today, we are going to be opening up some fan-mail!”
The fitness influencer grabbed the nearest box to him and held it out in front with his beefy hands. Ever since Brandon had begun posting his workouts online, the stud had amassed quite a sizable fanbase. He had thousands of adoring fans who followed all of his workout plans and who liked all of his posts; however, the stud was also a little aware of the occasional DM from a bit more bold fans who asked for nudes or for private videos of him playing with his ass.
Brandon fought his frown at that last thought. Sure his body was blessed with large muscles that bulged with manly power, but he was a little miffed that no matter what muscle group he worked on, his glutes always seemed to be his largest feature. That only served to attract the wrong kind of crowd, many of whom lusted over the stud’s big butt and brazenly forewent all modesty to let him know. Still, Brandon did appreciate all of the fans he had managed to garner, and now that he hit 400K followers, he wanted to do a fan-mail video to demonstrate his appreciation.
“Let’s see,” he muttered as he examined the small box in his hands. “It doesn’t look like there’s a name on here.” He opened it up, finding nothing but a little plastic bottle labeled Workout Supplements.
Brandon looked all around for any info in the box so that he could properly thank the sender, but he couldn’t find anything.
“Um, thank you!” he said, shaking the bottle of pills in front of the camera. “I’ve actually been looking for some new supplements, so this is perfect.” To reiterate his point, the hunk opened up the bottle and popped in a pink-colored capsule, swallowing down the pill dry.
Brandon continued to open up various boxes and envelopes, thanking his followers for their thoughtful gifts. It didn’t take too long until he squirmed in his seat, feeling a little flushed.
“Uh, sorry, I don’t feel too hot all of a sudden,” the stud mumbled, a tightness forming in his lower body. He stood up to go to the kitchen to grab some water.
Riiippp!
Brandon’s eyes widened when he heard the sound of his pants tearing and when he felt a cool breeze blow over his ass. The shocked stud looked over his shoulder and gasped at the sight before him. His large, yet manageable, bubblebutt had somehow inflated to at least three times its previous size. It looked like someone had magically affixed beach balls to the fitness guru’s behind as his new cheeks acted like a shelf that jutted away from his back at a near ninety degree angle.
He took a shaky step, wincing internally when he felt the foreign shifting and bouncing of his newly enlarged cheeks with every movement of his foot. His proportions were completely ruined, and Brandon’s heart raced at the knowledge that, without a doubt, his giant ass would be the focus of all of his content from now on, whether he liked it or not.
The bottom-heavy stud was so caught up in his panic that he didn’t see a comment pop up on his chat, far too busy examining his warped reflection in the posing mirror.
Looks like someone got my gift
“Hey, Brady,” Max greeted the muscular stud at the park. “I didn’t know you jogged here too.”
Brady shrugged his broad shoulders which bulged with power. Given that the weather was finally starting to warm up, the hunk was already shirtless. His powerful, fuzzy pecs protruded off his chest, exuding masculine strength.
“I usually don’t,” the hunk admitted, “but I really need to step up my cardio. I’ve been putting on weight out of nowhere.” Brady gestured down at himself– more specifically: his ass that was barely contained in his gray compression pants.
Brady was an insanely handsome hunk, and his perfectly proportional muscles were definitely an attributing factor. His sculpted pecs, biceps, and legs were all in complete harmony, making the stud look like a Greek statue. However, Max noticed that Brady did look a little heavier than normal, with nearly all of it concentrated on his butt. The hunk’s usually firm glutes looked much more rounder than normal and they appeared to jut away from his back far too much.
“Damn,” Max whistled, trying hard not to gawk, “did you overdo it at the squat rack?”
Brady huffed. “No, fuck that place,” he grumbled, irritated. “I haven’t been back to the gym since Tuesday when that fuckin’ guy wouldn’t stop checking me out. And when I called him out, he actually had the balls to smack my ass.” He shook his head. “Whatever though. I think I’ve been gaining weight without the gym.”
“All of it in your butt?” Max laughed, giving the hunk the up-down.
Brady gave him a fake laugh, and the two men started to run down the path in the park.
Max didn’t want to admit that normally when he’d seen Brady jogging on the treadmill at the gym, he’d hungrily stare at the man’s meaty pecs as they’d jiggled. However, now he found himself purposefully slowing down to drool over Brady’s larger glutes. As he ran, Brady’s big butt bounced and jiggled like crazy, demanding complete attention.
Brady’s face was beet red as he ran. The entire time he winced at the odd sensation of the relentless bouncing emanating from his lower back. The stud was so confused over what was going on. He couldn’t quite explain his recent growth, but it had seemed that ever since that incident in the gym with that gay man, his butt has been getting bigger and bigger. He struggled to find pants that fit over his rotund rear, and no matter what diet he did or how hard he went at cardio, it kept getting bigger.
And worse: it was getting sensitive.
Brady was never one for butt play at all– he considered himself too much of a man for that. However, ever since he started growing, he couldn’t help but grope his own larger cheeks whenever he jerked off. And last night, his finger had ventured to his hole, and he came on the spot when he inserted it. He didn’t know what was going on or how to stop it.
RIIPPP!
“Fuck!” Brady yelled when the back of his compression pants finally gave way to his growing butt, the inflated mounds pushing their way through the shredded fabric and jiggling out in the open for all to see.
“Holy crap!” Max gasped. “Dude, i-is your ass growing?”
“Oh noooo…” Brady couldn’t help but moan, the sensation of the gust of wind blowing over his inflated ass enough to send little darts of pleasure straight to his hardening cock. “I don’t know what’s happening to me. But my ass keeps gettin’ bigger and bigger, and I can’t stop playing with it.”
With both of his meaty hands, Brady began to shamelessly grope his massive cheeks, moaning like a slut as he kneaded his own butt. He was beyond humiliated and knew that he shouldn’t be feeling up his exposed butt in public, but lust was overpowering his frazzled mind.
Max was confused as well, but saw an opportunity and decided to take it.
“Here,” he smirked, “let me help.” He walked forward and was quick to insert one of his own fingers inside Brady’s tight hole.
Brady unleashed a howl of pleasure and couldn’t stop himself from bucking his hips back to shove himself down on the other man’s finger. His face was still cherry red, but his meaty pecs bounced in time with his thrusts as he was desperate to feel stuffed. His inflated bubble butt rippled with his movements and his moans were unending, illustrating the intense pleasure taking over him.
“Uughh!” Brady cried out as he came, a large wet mark forming on the front of what was left of his compression pants. As his mind cleared, his blush deepened and he awkwardly shifted his stance from foot to foot, not even thinking about trying to cover his inflated bubblebutt from view.
“Um, wanna come over to my place?” Max asked him. “I’ll let you try my cock.”
Despite his humiliation over his transformation into a bottom-heavy slut, Brady shivered and eagerly nodded.
The two men turned around and jogged back over to where they parked, and Brady’s exposed massive ass bounced on full display the entire time.
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I recently wrote a very short story as a benefit for a Patreon supporter and I felt that I just had to share. Please enjoy: https://www.deviantart.com/beengineer/art/Milk-Jugs-771594482
