“Haha, we have you trapped, it may hurt a bit.” Bully 1 said as he shoved a shot of a mysterious substance down your throat. As he did that the bully’s tightened the restraints. Wyatt was pinned against the wall with his hands forward with the rest of his body being held up in the air with his butt facing out. As the medicine had slowly kicked in he felt that his butt was feeling different, he looked behind himself to see his two cheeks behind, before this encounter he had never seen anything behind himself. He began to panic, but as soon as he did, the effects began to wear off. One of the bully smacked his ass as it jiggled now. “When are you going to stop?!?” Wyatt asked.” We weren’t going to.” Bully 2 said as he grabbed another shot glass and forced Wyatt to drink it. “Stop!” Wyatt yelled. As he looked behind himself to slowly see his butt push the fabrics of his clothes, which had become too small for his quickly growing butt. The clothes had gone tight to both cheeks and had the shorts in a frenzy. The shorts had a stitched line down the middle of this, and they had gone deep into his two cheeks, making himself looking more caked up.
His butt had now looked like to vertical American footballs at the very least.
They then sent another shot down and his butt continued to grow, then… Blam! His underwear had ripped and now was just covering up the front of what they had used to, the elastic on the bottom was still in tact, so they could still be worn but would definitely give him a wedgie every time he walked.
He looked behind again and they had distinctly stuck out now, they reminded Wyatt of two small soccer balls. “You know, you’d make a gay man very happy one day, you would.” One of the bullys said as he sent another shot down the hatch of Wyatt, and then his ass grew more, the bully followed it up with another shot 5 seconds later. The backside of Wyatt’s was getting immense, there was no more room in the shorts he was wearing and his shirts was curving around his two cheeks.
“I’ll give you two options, you can flee the situation right now, or I can keep giving these to you until you take up more room, I have 10 more shots ready, and your ass is already humongous, like god damn your butt looks like two basket balls, I can make you struggle to make it through doors. It your choice.
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