"It's time for your annual physical." announced the CEO. TJ's face dropped as he groaned, "Look TJ, when you signed your contract you agreed to this. We want our scientists to live for a long time and create wonderful things, we need to monitor your health at least once a year." explained the CEO. TJ went to protest, but a stern look from the CEO stopped him. "Fine..." replied TJ. "If you go to the health and fitness lab, they have everything setup for you." explained the CEO. TJ left his office in a bad mood.
Jake slowly regained consciousness, he was very confused by his surroundings. All around him were soft warm strange smelling walls and he was in complete darkness. The smell suddenly triggered a sense memory and he realised where he was. He tried to climb out of TJ's boxers, but they were so tight and TJ's flesh was so heavy and sweaty, Jake could barely move. All he could make out of the world outside was the booming of Tj's foot falls and rumbling gurgles coming from deep inside TJ's gut.
TJ stomped into the lab and saw before him some exercise and monitoring equipment. A young fit man ran forward and took and shook TJ's hand "Hey big guy, I'm Steve and I'm going to be undertaking your physical today, we have some more appropriate clothing for you over here. I'm sure as they're elasticated, you'll find something that fits you." said the man, enthusiastically. TJ wobbled over to the pile of grey workout clothes, he stripped off his work clothes, peeling his still damp trousers off his booty. TJ tried to pull on the T-shirt, but he couldn't get it over his huge moobs, he found a similar issue with the trousers and his cankles. TJ wrestled with the clothing, his whole body jiggling, from his flabby arms to his thunder thighs.
TJ’s boxers suddenly loosened a bit, this was Jake’s chance to escape. He started to claw his way up the boxer material, he’d made it most the way up, when TJ’s body started to jiggle. One of TJ’s butt cheeks slammed into Jake as TJ’s centre of gravity changed suddenly. Jake fell down, but this time he fell below the butt cheek instead of between them. This was far less comfortable as the weight of TJ’s behind was rather colossal.
Eventually Steve stopped smirking and said "Look dude, just do the physical in your boxers, we don't have all day." TJ made a mental note to use his shrink ray on this guy sometime. TJ stopped pulling on the clothes and was escorted over to a weighing scale. As he stood on it the mechanisms groaned. It took half a minute for the scale to stop changing and land on a measurement. He then had his height taken. "So you're 6'4 and 620 pounds. man, you are morbidly obese. You really need to work on losing some weight if you want to stay healthy and increase your life expectancy." Steve announced as TJ smugly thought how this guy would be feeling that full 620 pounds sooner or later. "We'll now be going through some exercises to test your quality of health and I'll be using these machines to monitor your vitals." Steve continued. He led TJ to a treadmill and attached some diodes to TJ. "Now run for me!" Steve commanded. TJ slowly started running, his body shaking violently as he went. After a few minutes of frantic flab vibration, TJ started to sweat profusely. Now that he was moistening his apron belly was making loud slapping noises as it crashed against his pelvis. "Woah, we could fill a whole bath with all this sweat" Steve commented. TJ's huge chest started to heave as he began to breathe harder and harder. "Ok buddy, let's move on." Steve said as he stopped the treadmill and moved over to an open space.
After a few minutes the erratic movements of TJ stopped, Jake was still pinned as TJ began to walk. TJ suddenly stepped up onto something and slowly started to move rhythmically. TJ’s arse cheeks started to move up and down as TJ’s movements started to accelerate. Every time the cheek atop Jake rose, he tried to escape but kept being slammed down upon as it fell back into place. This was all rather uncomfortable, but then the sweating started. Sheets of hot sweat started pouring down TJ’s butt crack and pooling below his arse. Jake’s mouth was filling with salty arse flavoured liquid every time he tried to breathe, luckily as the humongous booty rose, Jake was able to put his head above the sweat pool. Eventually TJ’s movements began to slow and using the lubrication of the sweat, Jake managed to move his way back up to the somewhat safer space between TJ’s cheeks.
"It's time for some star jumps TJ, I know you're still recovering from the run, but a healthy person could move on this quick." Steve commanded TJ. TJ started doing star jumps. If his body had been gyrating on the treadmill, it was ten times worse now. His moobs flicked with each jump, sweat firing off his large nipples and his arse cheeks were slapping together wetly at the end of each jump. “I’d offer you a sports bra, but ours don’t go up to your size” joked Steve. “Anyway, that’s enough of that.” he continued. After his jumping, TJ grabbed his butt cheek from outside his boxers and shoved his other hand into the crack prying the ever-moistening cheeks apart.
After a short respite, TJ started moving again and Jake was instantly squashed by the two gargantuan arse cheeks. Each star jump rep brought the cheeks smashing together again, Jake was getting badly bruised. Jake decided to use the reflowing sweat to try and shimmy out of the crack and away from the smashing cheeks. Progress was slow as the smooshing was slowing Jake down. Suddenly TJ stopped jumping and Jake was safe from the crushing cheeks. Jake’s face was now parallel with TJ’s anus. Suddenly something slammed into TJ’s crack and whacked Jake forward, lodging his head into TJ’s butt hole. The smell and heat was incredibly intense and TJ unconsciously closed his iris, leaving Jake tightly stuck.
“Finally, I want you to do some squats. 15 ought to do.” said Steve. TJ stood with his legs at shoulder width apart and did his first squat. As his massive booty stuck out, he did a great and powerful fart. “Woah, that’s definitely not healthy, what did you eat?” shouted Steve. TJ ignored him and focused on his continuously gassy squats, all the jiggling made it quite hard to balance as he went up and down. “Ok, you’re done now, you’ll get the results tomorrow. See ya big guy!” explained Steve. TJ put his clothes back on and waddled off in a bad mood.
Jake squirmed in an attempt to free himself from the binding butt hole. Suddenly TJ lurched down and his anus relaxed, Jake was fired backwards by a grotesque and mighty wind. The smell was like the death Jake was now wishing for. Over and over Jake was flattened out against TJ’s boxers as he received another ass blast. Finally, TJ stopped and began to walk.
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