Fred decided he would go with the pink sweatpants. He had always enjoyed the color pink, and today was no exception. He dropped off the other pants at the door and walked into the changing room with the sweatpants.
Carefully unbuckling his belt and lowering his work pants, he saw himself with just his like green boxer briefs and polo shirt in the mirror.
He was always astounded staring at his bulge. He had been gifted in that department, and the ladies always checked him out there. Spinning around, he found that his butt was just average. He wanted ladies to grab at it. It needed to attract more eyes.
He pulled up the sweatpants and found that they were monstrously large on him. They sagged everywhere except for in front of him (for delightful reasons) and were too big around his waist. He needed to tighten them with the strings.
Taking the purple strings in each hand, he pulled on the sweatpants until they fit snugly around his waist. Suddenly, he felt a like he groin area was a bit tight. Of course this was because of his large schlong, but the pants appeared to have gotten smaller in that area.
Next was his thighs: the pants began to hug them. This proceeded all the way down his legs, the pants tightening up to fit his slim frame. It finished with his butt. The sweatpants held his average cheeks up strong.
Fred looked at the mirror to find that the once-too-large pair of sweats had magically shrunk to fit him nice and snug. On the back, the words “eat me” still coated his rear.
It was slightly uncomfortable, especially in the front. His member, excited by the touch, had begun to weave its way around, trying to stand upright.
Due to his discomfort, Fred pulled the fabric in front of it outward. To his surprise, it seemed to create more fabric and now there was a baggy part of his pants right in front of him.
Why did that happen? While he was still trying to figure that out, the unthinkable happened. His bulge grew to fill the empty space under the baggy part. It felt extremely weird to him. It wasn’t like he was getting a hard on, it just felt like someone was pulling on his groin. His front side felt heavier.
Fred was very confused. Why was his bulge bigger now? Was it the pants? To test it out, he put his hands on his thighs and pulled lightly on the sweatpants until the tightness on them released and the fabric was baggy. In a couple seconds, his thighs began to grow larger to fill the pants in, and they became tight once again.
He put his hands on his head. He looked like a clown now, with a big bulge and large thighs. He had not wanted those parts of his body to get any bigger! However, there was one area that he did want to grow. His ass. He needed the balance.
Moving his hands from his head to his rear, he rubbed his hands on the “eat me” text that covered it. This was going to get interesting.
Pulling hard on the fabric, Fred made a large baggy area of empty air in the sweatpants behind his butt. He waited patiently for it to happen, and it did.
Hands feeling every last inch inflate, Fred was marveled at the new size of his butt. It inflated outward in several directions, becoming more spherical and rounded. He patted it as it grew, flattered at the amount of jiggling it was now entitled to.
He looked at the mirror. His bulge was the size of a softball and his ass the size of two basketballs.
Looking at himself, he couldn’t decide how he felt about the whole ordeal. He had wanted a bigger ass to fit with his big bulge, but now he was wondering if this was more than he has wanted.
Or was it?
He played with his bulge and put two fingers below one ass cheek to jiggle it. It was difficult with how tight the sweatpants were, but it rattled around nicely under the form fitting pants.
He kind of liked it. He kind of wanted more. What harm was there in experimenting?
He pulled the fabric on one cheek and watched it inflate larger than the other one. Fred found it felt very weird as he rubbed them, each of them a different size.
To compensate for the size difference, Fred pulled the fabric of the other cheek and watched it balloon to the same size of the other one. He rubbed his ass all over. The tension from the sweatpants felt nice.
His ass was roughly the size of two volleyballs now. But he didn’t feel like he was done. Taking a bold move, he stepped out of the changing room and walked into the store. There weren’t many people, and he was ready to go home, where he would have more fun.
His cheeks and bulge bobbed as he walked. It was difficult for him not to get hard with a situation like that, so he kept his work clothes in front of that area just in case something happened.
Walking through an aisle of clothes, he felt a tug on his rear. Looking back, he saw that his sweatpants had caught on two hangers from racks around him, and two stretched part of his sweatpants, above each cheek, were dangling almost to the floor.
Something big was about to happen. His dick was beginning to throb, and without thinking about it he mistakingly pulled his sweatpants to release some of the tension in the area.
What will Fred do?
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