The day started out like any other for Bryan Bellbottom, waking up, getting ready, and taking the bus to school. Today was no average day though, as it marked the first day of Fairdale High School's annual senior trip to the nation's capital. The students would be staying in the city for three nights, and Bryan had been giddy with anticipation for days. That is, until he found out who he'd be sharing a hotel room with.
Saquon Freeman, or Quon for short, was Fairdale High's basketball team captain, and his physique and reputation had always made Bryan nervous. Quon, a natural athlete, stood almost seven feet tall and had bulging muscles from head to toe, while Bryan was a foot and a half shorter, and 125 pounds soaking wet. Saquon had led his team to a state championship that year and dated every pretty girl in school, they didn't even remember to put Bryan in the yearbook.
Bryan had tried to spark up a few conversations with Quon after finding out they'd be rooming together, but every time he tried his face would get hot and his tongue tangled. Quon would simply laugh, pat Bryan on the back so hard he'd stumble, and walk off to talk to some hot girl. He wasn't sure how he was going to get through four days with someone so fundamentally different.
During the bus ride from school to the city, Quon sat up front with his teammates, Bryan sat in the back by his lonesome, and something strange began to occur.
As Bryan sat in a row to himself he could feel his jeans growing tighter and tighter around his body. With each second that passed his pants gripped his thighs more snuggly. After only a few minutes they felt so tight he could move his legs, and he began to shift in his seat uncomfortably. His rear end felt like it could explode out of the fabric at any second, but luckily his "manhood" was small enough not to feel too squished. He picked his butt up from the seat, to alleviate some of the pressure, and suddenly felt a cool breeze on his cheeks.
RIIIIIPPPP
Bryan sat down immediately. Some of the girls sitting in the row beside him turned and sniggered. His face grew red, his ears felt hot, and despite being torn open, his pants still felt like they were getting tighter.
As quick as he could, and with the girls still laughing, he shot up and shuffled into the bathroom across the aisle, slamming the door behind him.
Finally alone in the bus's tiny bathroom, Bryan looked in the mirror and turned his back so he could inspect the rip. He hoped it would be a small tear, something not too noticeable, but that was definitely not the case.
His pants had torn from the waistband in the back down to the crotch in the front, and his butt cheeks were literally spilling out through the hole (he never wore underwear). Bryan looked closer and saw the tear growing, and the seams along his thighs were beginning to pop. He managed to pull the pants down to his ankles an instant before they became too tight to breathe, relieved he wouldn't be stuck in them forever.
Bryan Bellbottom looked at the mirror and gasped at what looked back at him. It was still him, long hair and skinny body, but his hips, butt, and thighs were enormous. The pants weren't shrinking around him, he had been growing out of them.
He turned around to see his ass in the mirror, "Oh my god..." he whispered.
His body looked pear-shaped, tiny on top with two huge globes of flesh in the back, on top of thick tree trunk legs. He swayed his hips back and forth, and his ass cheeks swung along with them. He did a few small jumps up and down, and watched as his cheeks bounced and clapped like some stripper in a video. Each movement caused the growing flesh to ripple and jiggle, and when he grabbed the cheeks with both hands, more ass meat spilled out between his fingers. Again looking in the mirror, he still saw the skinny upper body of an 18 year old nerd, but it was now attached to the lower body of a pasty Nicki Minaj or Kim Kardashian. An ass so big and bubbly it could shake the ground to say hello and wave goodbye as you walk away.
Bryan kept staring at himself in the mirror, and quickly realized he was admiring his new physique when he probably should have been horrified by the sudden change. His face grew hot, and grew even hotter as he heard the bathroom door swing open behind him.
"Oh shit my bad girl," a deep voice rang out.
Bryan hid his face and quickly threw his hands down to cover his massive new cheeks.
"That thing's so big there's no way them dainty little hands are gonna cover it, need one of mine?" The voice asked jokingly.
Bryan turned, ashamed and embarrassed, to see his new roommate Saquon taking up the entire doorway. Saquon just smirked and crossed his muscular arms.
Bryan began to stammer, "Quon.. uh... hi... um... I'm not--"
"Girl I knew it was you, no need to get so hot 'n flustered 'n shit," Saquon laughed, "I saw my little lady running back here and thought I'd see if you need a hand, looks like you could use a few though to hold all that!"
Quon laughed again and licked his lips. He hadn't looked Bryan in the eye yet, still staring at the naked ass in front of him. Bryan grew even redder and wished he could just be left alone.
"All that ass right there, you gonna need to cover that up before the teachers see you," Quon grinned, "Need something to cover up little lady?"
Bryan grinned sheepishly, his face burning with shame, he didn't know why Saquon kept calling him that and embarrassing him.
"You can have my hoodie to tie around your waist, if you think it can cover everything, you just gotta ask nice."
Bryan just wanted this to be over, "Can I please use your hoodie?"
Saquon looked offended. "The fuck way to ask is that??" He asked. "Ask right and I'll give it to you, call me daddy or sir or whatever, just show some respect." He licked his lips again and smiled down on Bryan.
"Can I please have your hoodie... daddy?" Bryan asked, still desperately trying to cover his humongous ass cheeks.
