A new series I started with @fulleclipsehex from IG. You gotta check out their incredible work, some of which we will be sharing along with this sure to be sexy, admittedly somewhat ridiculous (and ridiculously hot) tale. Let me know what you think!
Breeding Bulls Anonymous
By
Brimmingbelly04
&
Fulleclipsehex
Part One
Adam had been speaking for some two hours by then, but everyone in the auditorium remained intently focused. Most had paid good money to attend the thirty-seven year old professor of sexuality and reproductive studies speak, because if anyone was familiar with said subject matters, it was him.
Adam was a living, breathing example of all the studies encompassed. He was the example, if ever there was one, which is why everyone in attendance was watching him just as closely as they were listening, even though he wasn't putting on much of a “show.”
Then again, he kind of was, albeit a quite stationary one…
Most of his audience had probably been expecting him to lecture from behind a podium, or pace the stage as he shared his knowledge, but then they saw him in the fecund flesh and immediately understood why the first thing the professor had done after lumbering out onto the stage and greeting them, was to sit. Getting in a few more steps a day would've done Adam some good, but the (increasingly) limited number he was still able to take were all he could muster given his now (greatly) limited mobility.
Not only did Adam genuinely enjoy talking about his fields of expertise (and therefore, more often than not, himself) but this particular lecture was earning him (and his university) a particularly pretty penny. As such, he would've been happy to go over a little on time, but he had an important meeting he was leading that was halfway across campus and therefore didn't want to get to it (too) late.
“You all have been great,” the handsome, half Caucasian, half Armenian professor smiled and nodded out at his captive audience. “I really wish I could continue,” he said as he ran his large hands up, down, and all around what he was still able to reach of his even larger (to put it mildly) belly. “But I'm hosting another event that I need to get to,” he explained. “Seeing as I have a pretty good excuse for being late…” he trailed off in a chuckle as he took his hands from his swell and pointed at it, earning some laughs and smirks. “I'll take a question or two,” he nodded.
Immediately, dozens of hands shot up. Adam had been expecting this and therefore, probably should've ended his lecture sooner to answer more of them, but he'd been so focused on trying to share all he could. As he left his hands (and forearms) gently touch back down on his belly, he looked around the auditorium for a familiar face he could easily call out by name.
One quickly caught his attention, a very handsome and familiar one, but no… Not only did he not have his hand up anyway, he hadn't paid good money to be there. Adam fought hard to not break out into a big, cheesy grin as he roamed the auditorium with his for someone else he recognized, but to a lesser degree…
“Ms. Dillon,” he nodded once he had.
Ms. Emily Dillon now held a PhD in the field of reproductive studies. Adam had been her professor a few years back and the two still kept in touch electronically from time to time. Adam knew if she had a question, it would be shared with many others in the auditorium.
“That was a wonderful lecture, Professor Powell,” Emily commended as she stood, doing so somewhat slowly and awkwardly, her own large (in its own degree) pregnancy leading the way. “I wonder if you could, oooh!” She suddenly groaned as she wobbled about on her presumably swollen feet. “Sorry…” she apologized. “I wonder if you could briefly speak a little more as to why you choose to always conceive naturally and give your babies up for adoption, versus acting as a surrogate?”
Adam smiled and nodded. “I'm glad to hear you enjoyed the lecture, Ms. Dillon, and thank you for your question, ow please, sit down!” He requested with a chuckle.
“Gladly!” The heavily pregnant young woman exhaled as she struggled to do just that.
“How many?” Adam asked as she did so.
“Just… four,” Emily replied. “Due in a week.”
“Don't sell yourself short!” Adam chided. “Four is impressive!” He nodded.
“Four is nothing… compared to… you!”
He smiled. “I'm sure that if and when you want to, you'll get to this point.”
“Oh, I so, so do!” The now flushed and slightly breathless Emily nodded.
“Good!” Adam nodded back. “And when you do, how and why do you think you'll conceive?” He asked, raising his brows over the top of his thick-rimmed glasses.
Even though Emily was in an auditorium full of colleagues, future ones, and almost certainly, some “admirers,” there was only one reason she hesitated to reply, and it wasn't because she was embarrassed…. The only reason she hesitated was because she was still struggling to (try and) adjust her fecund bulk in her seat.
“I just want to be… as pregnant as I can get,” she rather breathlessly, eventually replied. “That, and I want to… help people,” she nodded. “So I plan on continuing to… get impregnated artificially and carry as a… surrogate.”
“That's wonderful,” Adam nodded. “Obviously, I too want to get as pregnant as I can!” He winked. “But I also want to thoroughly enjoy the experience, which is why I continue to choose to get impregnated naturally,” he shrugged. “Yes…” he continued with a nod. “There are plenty of people looking for a surrogate to carry their biological child for them because they either can't or simply don't want to, but there are also plenty of people looking for babies any way they come, which is why I'm comfortable continuing to conceive naturally and putting my biological children up for adoption.”
Another hand shot up. “You don't feel bad abandoning them?” A man asked without having been called on.
“Abandoning them?” Adam's brows rose higher still. “How so..? I only work with the most accredited adoption agencies, and I love every single moment that the babies spend inside of me, up to and including the moment they eventually leave my body!” He nodded.
“So is it safe to say you find the whole… experience kind of sexy?” The man pressed.
“Not kind of,” the professor shook his head. “Totally,” he nodded. “And there's nothing wrong with that!” He went back to shaking as he took his right hand from his belly and held it up. “Thank you again for coming, everyone. Enjoy the rest of your day,” he waved.
The conclusion of Adam's lecture was met with a brief but generous round of applause before everyone stood and started gathering their things. He attempted to do the same, but most of his ass didn't even make it off his reinforced chair before he dropped all the way back into it with a grunt he hoped no one caught, or at least not too many people…
Now lightly panting, he glanced around the quickly emptying auditorium for the first familiar (and handsome) face he'd seen. As he did so, Adam did his best not to be entirely obvious but his light brown eyes soon located their target and locked back in on it. Now that the lecture the twenty year old hadn't even paid to attend had concluded, the prolific (in more ways than one) professor, didn't feel bad about requesting assistance from the much younger and very handsome man.
“Mr. Fitzpatrick!” He called out to the strapping twenty year old. “Mind coming up here and giving me a hand?”
Mr. Connor Fitzpatrick looked up from the backpack he was putting his laptop back into and smiled. Actually, he gave the professor a big, slightly goofy but still sexy grin as he zipped and then hoisted the pack over his shoulder, exited his row and then jogged down the center aisle against traffic, up to the stage, where Adam sat pinned to his chair.
“Not at all, Professor P.,” he shook his head and winked as he approached.
Still smiling, Adam slowly turned towards him. “I'm glad to hear it, considering I'm probably only a few days away from delivering your final grade!” He winked back as he stuck out his arms.
Long as they were, they didn't make it beyond the farthest (very much rounded) point of his belly. Honestly, they didn't even come close, leaving Connor to make up the difference.
“When I asked you last year if there was something I could do to earn some extra credit, I didn't realize the final result was going to take so long or literally be such a big deal!” The muscled, blonde-haired, blue-eyed running back chuckled as he leaned in, they linked hands, and he readied to pull.
“I passed you, didn't I?” Adam asked as he readied to push, with his legs.
“You did.”
“So you're not complaining about the extra credit I assigned, are you?”
Connor shook his head. “It wasn't hard.”
“Wasn't it though?” His thirty-seven year old, slightly exotic (ethnically speaking) professor countered, his brown eyes glimmering behind his glasses.
The young man, nearly eighteen years his junior, smirked. “I think the especially hard part comes now,” he said as he tightened his grip. “You ready?”
Adam nodded up at him as he did the same.
“One, two, three!” The slightly smarter than rocks running back counted aloud.
Sexy and sexually talented as young Connor was, Adam was still fairly surprised he succeeded in counting that high on his own.
Both of them grunted as they slowly and carefully got him to his feet. The more Adam ascended, the more his prodigious belly stuck out in front of him despite the fact he was now carrying quite low. Even after taking a couple exaggerated steps back, the front of the enormous globe still pressed against Connor's toned midsection.
With only two thin layers of fabric separating them, the collegiate professor was able to feel each of his former student's eight abdominals. Adam couldn't wait to see (and really feel) them again, but now wasn't the time…
“Thank… you!” He panted as he took his hands back and set them to either side of the base of his strained spine, right above his large rump.
“Always happy to help!” Connor winked. “Especially if it earns me some extra, extra credit!”
Adam chuckled as he continued to catch his breath. “That would be… hard to issue seeing as you're not taking one of my classes this year, but your help did earn you something,” he nodded.
“Oh..?”
He nodded again as he adjusted his glasses. “It earned you an invite.”
“To..?” Connor raised his brows.
“A rather exclusive party I'm hosting this Friday evening. Think you can make it?”
“I dunno?” The running back shrugged. “The team's having a big barbecue.”
“What time?” Adam asked as he placed his right hand on that side of his belly and started rubbing.
“Starts at six.”
“That's earlier than I expected,” he replied with a roll of his eyes. “But perfect,” he nodded. “My party starts at eight o'clock, so you can go to your barbecue first and fill up.”
“Or I could skip it and just come to your shindig…”
Adam shook his head. “Go to your shindig first and eat.”
“Yours isn't gonna have food?” Connor asked.
“I'm sure they'll be some,” the professor nodded. “But food isn't the main focus of my soirees, so go eat at your barbecue… It's important for a growing boy like you to keep their strength up!” He winked.
“You're the one who's doing the most growing at the moment!” The running back winked back. “But OK,” he nodded. “I'll eat there. Annnnd drink!” He grinned.
“I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that last part!” Adam rolled his eyes.
“Why? I'm gonna turn twenty-one in less than two weeks!”
“I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that either! Just promise me you won't get drunk, OK?”
Connor frowned. “Come on, Professor P.!”
“I need you to promise me, Connor!”
“Why?!” The hunky twenty year old pressed, as he turned on his best charm offense.
Adam definitely thought it was cute, but unfortunately for his former student, it didn't work. He shook his head.
“The reason's a surprise, but I'll tell you right now, it's one I think you'll very much enjoy…” he wagged his brows.
“Come on… What kind of party is this?” Connor asked. “Gimme something!” He requested.
Adam relented, if only just…
“It's a party the likes of which you've never attended before, and probably won't have the opportunity to again, so…” he trailed off.
“You're intriguing me…”
“I thought I'd done so already?” The professor smirked again.
“Oh, you have,” Connor nodded and winked. “Very much so, which I think means I deserve at least one hint..?”
Adam shook his head. “Sorry, kid. No time. I gotta go,” he said as with another grunt, he turned and started to very slowly lumber off.
“Right…” Connor remembered. “Tonight's your BBA meeting.”
“Yep.”
“What's BBA stand for again?”
“Again..?” Adam chuckled. “Good try… I never told you!”
“I know! You going to now?”
“Nope!”
“Boo, you're no fun!” Connor frowned.
“That's the first and only time I'm gonna hear you say that! Especially if you come to my party…”
“Does that mean said party has something to do with BBA?”
OK… Maybe Connor was slightly more smarter than rocks than Adam thought?
“That it does,” the professor confirmed.
“The intrigue continues to build…” Connor smirked. “Can I at least walk you to your mysterious meeting in the meantime?”
“I appreciate the offer, but I'll be alright.”
The twenty year old sighed. “Come on, Professor P…” he said quietly, even though they were the only two (adults) left in the auditorium. “I'll wait to find out what BBA stands for, just let me walk you to your meeting,” he requested, feeling (more than) somewhat responsible for the challenges with his mobility the older man was experiencing. “You're…”
“Still… mobile!” Adam haltingly replied over his shoulder.
“Yeah, just barely, thanks to my extra credit!”
“Hate to… break it to you, kid, but… you're not the only one I've… given extra credit to…”
“Obviously!”
“I'll be… alright,” Adam said again, this time in the form of a heavy pant as he reached the side of the stage and came to a ponderous as it was precarious stop.
It went without saying that with a belly the size of his, steps/stairs, no matter how few there were, we're quite the challenge. As such, Connor hurried over and around his super fecund former professor and down the stairs to help them down the three he wasn't able to see.
“Please…” the twenty year old tried again once Adam had made it successfully down to the ground.
“Thank you, Connor, but I'll be fine the… rest of the way,” Adam nodded. “I promise I'll… take it… slow.”
“Do you have a choice?!” The twenty year old scoffed as he rolled his pretty blue eyes.
“I'll see you… Friday. I'll text you the… address,” Adam said. “Eight o'clock sharp, OK?”
“OK,” Connor agreed as he watched the older man lumber towards the back of the auditorium at a pace only slightly faster than that of a sloth.
“Don't get… drunk!” He reminded over his shoulder. “But fill up on… food!”
“Why?” The running back asked again.
“‘Cause I need you… to have your…energy up.”
“For..?”
“You'll see when you… get there,” Adam waved before promptly returning his hand to his lower back. “Just… get there!”
Connor sighed and shrugged his broad shoulders as he grabbed his backpack which he'd dropped to the floor and put it back on. “OK…”
*****
Most everyone on campus was used to seeing Adam out and about, but even those most familiar with him stopped what they were doing to stare as he lumbered across the quad this time. With eleven babies presently inside him, five of which were due in the coming days, the professor of sexuality and reproductive studies was like an enormous container ship amongst a flotilla of tugboats.
Because he was so massive and slow, everyone had plenty of time to get out of Adam's way. As he headed for his meeting, taking slow and labored strides, the mammoth man relished in the attention he was receiving. He noticed that now more than ever, the looks a lot of guys (both students and faculty) were giving him, showed more than just their shock and curiosity… They also expressed desire, like they wished they'd been the one to put so many babies inside him.
Adam also noticed that many of his admirers’ shorts or pants appeared to be quite tight at the crotches. Oops! He chuckled to himself, not the least bit apologetic.
The (overly) fertile thirty-seven year old knew full well the effect his gravid condition had on a lot of men, and more often than not, happily used it to his advantage… Pretty much any time, anywhere, Adam could take his pick and end up having some fun with a sexy stud, during which he'd all but certainly add another occupant or two to his hyper-accommodating womb. He wished he could've done so right now,but he needed to get to his meeting.
Adam was the president of the local chapter of BBA, or Breeding Bulls Anonymous. Every Wednesday afternoon, he hosted a support group for men going through heavy pregnancies. The “bulls” met not only to discuss their shared condition and all the challenges that came along with it, but also to socialize. This afternoon, the group had something a little different (and exciting) they needed to discuss and Adam for one couldn't wait to do so but first, he still needed to get to the meeting, which was proving easier said than done seeing as he was twelve people in one!
By the time he made it to the building housing the room BBA met in, he was huffing, puffing and perspiring, all heavily. While he'd continued making his way, Adam had given countless, usually quite obviously flustered guys flirty smiles and winks, often causing them to blush, their cocks to throb, and him to chuckle in amusement and pride.
As soon as he was inside, the professor tottered over to the nearest wall, leaned back against it for support, and enjoyed the air conditioning as he stroked the planetoid mass in front of him. Hot and breathless as he was, he couldn't have been any happier.
Adam had been pregnant more times than he could quickly recall, but he'd never been this pregnant. Challenging as it was proving to be (even for an “expert” like him,) he absolutely loved it. He honestly couldn't wait to get even bigger to the point that sometimes, it was all he could think of…
“Our ferociously fecund leader has arrived!” An incredibly muscular and fit man said with a big, happy grin as he waddled over.
He was shorter than Adam by a good 3”, but belly aside, notably bigger, the amount of muscle packed onto his body almost intimidating. He was wearing a teeny tiny pair of black workout shorts that looked like they'd been painted on, especially in the back where they visibly strained to cover his truly enormous ass. Up top he wore a massive yet skimpy, light gray tank top that showed off all his muscles while failing to cover the lower third of his belly, which while huge, looked downright puny compared to Adam's gargantuan gut.
“How ya doin’, big guy?” He asked as he reached out and rubbed his friend's middle, instantly earning an appreciative moan from him.
“Hey, Eric…” Adam panted. “Just need to… catch my… breath,” he said, appreciating how the muscular man's touch was helping settle his plethora of cargo, many of whom had gotten a little riled up on the jostling waddle over.
Eric smirked as the occupants of his own womb began to stir, seemingly recognizing their close proximity to “others.” “I'm sure you do! Don't get me wrong, I'm loving every second of this pregnancy, but sometimes, it feels like I'm really pushing my limits with five, so I can only imagine how you feel packed full with eleven?!”
“Honestly..?” Adam exhaled. “I feel like I want more!” He smirked.
His hunky, younger friend's eyes widened. “You can't be serious?!”
“Oh, but I am,” the prodigious pregnant professor nodded.
“Christ, Adam!”
He chuckled then grunted as he pushed off the wall. “I need Christ to help get me goin’ again!” He rolled his eyes. “Come on… Don't wanna be late.”
“We already are, slowpoke!” Eric teased as he side stepped Adam's belly before he too set off. “Everyone else is already here but if anyone deserves to be late, it's us!” He laughed. “Between the two of us, we're actually eighteen people!”
“Eighteen…” Adam repeated in a wistful sigh. “Could you imagine if…”
“No!!!” Eric cut him off with a loud huff. “No, I personally cannot imagine being pregnant with eighteen fucking babies, Adam!”
“I can!” The professor sighed again as he palmed what he could reach of his titanic swell.
“Yeah, well only your crazy ass could!” The quintuplet-carrying, former professional bodybuilder turned professional personal trainer/surrogate grunted as he shook his head in only slight disbelief. “That being said, I am gonna up the ante next time.”
“Sextuplets next?” Adam guessed, sounding less than surprised or enthused.
For almost anyone else, six babies would've been a lot. It honestly probably would've been too much, but not for him or Eric.
Again, Adam couldn't remember how many times he'd been pregnant, or how many babies he'd birthed unless he really stopped and thought about it, but he knew his good friend Eric, was seven months into his fifth pregnancy, and that he'd always carried the correlating number of babies each time. As such, Adam assumed that for his sixth pregnancy/surrogacy, Eric would carry six babies.
The handsome, thirty year old, brown-haired hunk shook his head. “Doing what others come to expect isn't exactly upping the ante.”
“No, I suppose not,” his friend agreed. “So what're you thinking?”
“Octuplets,” Eric smirked as he looked down at his huge, seven month along belly.
He didn't have to lower his gaze much to see it, not that he could anyway, thanks to his big, milk-filled pecs, which his stubbled chin stopped between. Even though they weren't visible at the moment, after all the training they'd been through (including supporting, protecting and doing their part pushing out all the babies he'd carried/was,) Eric's abs were strong enough that regardless of how big and heavy they got, his pregnancies were always high and almost perfectly round till the last couple weeks before he gave birth.
“And actually, I'm doing, not thinking,” he continued. “I already have the parents all lined up… Gonna carry two sets of triplets and two singletons. It's gonna be a full house!” He winked as he slapped the left side of his biggest belly to date.
“It could always be fuller!” Adam pointed out. “If you really want to up the ante, why not double it and go from five to ten?” He asked with a smirk as they rounded their final corner. “Then, you'd really have a full house!”
Eric laughed and shook his head as the “pair” continued down the hall. Yes, he was waddling, already almost as heavily as he had right before he went into labor with the quads he'd carried, but he still moved with a lot more ease and grace than his academic friend.
“Because unlike you, I'm not obsessed with being pregnant! That and I have to remain at least somewhat mobile for my work! I can't just sit around on my big ass all day!” He laughed again.
“You mean your huge ass!” Adam grunted. His younger, more physically fit and less pregnant friend, had the biggest ass he'd ever seen.
Like him, Eric loved putting it to good use pushing out babies, as well as of course, practicing making them. Since he carried as a surrogate, the former bodybuilder had never naturally conceived like Adam, but if and when the time came, he'd sure as shit know what he was doing…
“And you are obsessed with being pregnant!” The professor continued. “Almost as much as I am!”
Eric scoffed. “If you wanna call me obsessed, I'm not even half as much as you are, and the size of my belly proves it!”
“Pot, meet kettle.”
He laughed. “You, my massive, overly fertile and fecund friend, have issues!”
“Well I love my so-called issues, and so do plenty of other people, thank you very much!” Adam huffed before nodding. “But good for you. I've been waiting for this.”
“For what?” Eric asked as he easily picked up his pace and moved ahead to open the door for Adam.
“For your competitiveness to really kick in.”
“What're you talking about?” He frowned.
“You're one of the most competitive people I know!” Adam nodded. “You always need to be the best, be it the best bodybuilder in your class, which you were,” he nodded again. “Not only were you the best regular personal trainer, you had to go on to be the best pregnant one too! You're an incredible surrogate, and lest we forget, you just had to go and grow yourself the biggest and best ass I've ever seen!”
“And been in!” Eric grinned as he held the door as wide open as it went.
“But of course!” Adam winked as he slowly made his way through.
“I guess I am a little competitive,” Eric chuckled as he noted how close the sides of his friend's ginormous belly came to brushing the door frame. Had Adam's belly not dropped some and gotten slightly less round, he wouldn't have fit going through head on!
“Really up the ante and compete with me!” The world's most fecund professor (if not man in general) replied as he reached out and gently slapped the front of his friend's belly.
The thirty year old laughed as he shook his head again. “I'm not that competitive! You can keep your well-earned, ludicrously pregnant crown! That's one title I have no interest in winning!” He shook it some more.
“Alright, fine,” Adam chuckled. “I'll keep it since I earned it,” he winked. “But what about super fecundity?”
“What about it?” Eric asked as he followed him into the room after making sure to close and lock the door behind him.
Their meeting was not to be disturbed…
“When're you gonna start taking advantage of it?”
“Um, never!” He laughed. “At least not till if and when I get over the horror of being perpetually pregnant!”
“The horror?!” Adam threw his head back and scoffed. “You know you'd love it! Not only that, I bet it'd be good for business,” he nodded.
“Maybe?” Eric shrugged. “But I like having a few months off between carryings. Even I need a break!” He winked as he raised his arms and flexed his giant biceps.
“Gimme a break!” His older friend smirked. “You're too young and fit to need one! The only person who might have a stronger set of abs than you, is me!” He said as he started unbuttoning his shirt. “You should seriously think about it,” he nodded.
“I'll think about it to a regular degree, but that's it,” Eric replied as he pulled off his too tight and small tank and tossed it over the back of a nearby free chair in the room's large entranceway. “I still have thirteen babies to think about first, these five,” he said as he framed the top and bottom of his giant, now bare belly with both hands.”and then the eight I've got lined up.”
“I guess you're not as competitive as I thought?” Adam sighed in mock disappointment, but also because he'd gotten to the part of his shirt where he could no longer reach its buttons.
Eric lumbered over to assist without being asked. Adam had never been quite this big before, but still knew the drill well by then… The surrogate lined his belly up to the right of the academic's, then leaned over and around his own to undo the rest of the buttons.
“If you can't reach all the buttons, how did you put this thing on?” He asked as he finished freeing the enormous globe.
“I button what I know I can't reach, then I pull the shirt on over my head,” Adam replied. “Easy.”
“Polos would be easier…”
“Huh…” he grunted. “I guess they would be,” he rather belatedly realized.
“Don't tell me I have all the brawn and brains!” Eric laughed as he rolled his eyes.
“Brawn, I'll give you, but not brains!” Adam laughed too. “Luckily, I can almost always find someone willing to help, if and when I need it!” He winked.
“I'm honestly surprised people aren't afraid to get near you now, man!” Eric chuckled. “You look like you're about to blow!”
“Probably ‘cause I am!”
“And yet you still wanna get bigger!” He huffed. “Eighteen babies?!” He huffed again then grunted as he suddenly dropped down into an impressively low and controlled squat.
“Um, yeah?!” Adam, shirt now off and tossed over Eric's, completely hiding it, laughed.
“Weirdo…” the surrogate/trainer said as he started working on his much less mobile friend's shoes, pants and underwear.
Why were the guys both getting undressed? Because Breeding Bulls Anonymous meetings were held in the nude. This chapter's, anyway… Adam thought it made them more fun. That and he just loved showing each and every inch of his gargantuan, freakishly fertile body, each and every chance he got!
Yes, he was a tenured professor, and a well-respected expert in his fields of study, but that hardly meant he was “buttoned up,” like most of his colleagues, especially not when he was literally free from his humongous, custom-made Oxfords!
“Seriously… Fuckin’ woof, dude!” Eric exhaled a minute or so later, once he was standing again. “Somehow, you look even bigger now!” He said as he waddled the rest of his friend's stuff over to their shared chair and set it on its seat.
“Who, me?” Adam laughed, feigning surprise.
“Yes, you!” The bulky trainer laughed back as he kicked his shoes off and then worked his hands into the very tight waistband of his tiny shorts and pulled them down.
“Ohmygod!” The proclaimed “smarter” of the two laughed again as Eric leaned forward and down to grab his shorts and shoes off the floor, giving him a great view of his enormous ass.
Thanks to years of bodybuilding and training, the majority of the younger man's ass mass was muscle, but his giant glutes were also covered by a very delicious looking (and feeling) layer of fat, softening their appearance and keeping them perfectly round. For whatever reason (probably his incredible genetics,) the only part of Eric's body that had any notable fat stores was his ass, each massive cheek the size of a hefty Christmas ham.
“What, this ol’ thing?” Eric laughed as he looked over his shoulder and down at his rump, easily able to see it.
“Yes, that thing! It needs its own zip code!”
“If my ass needs its own zip code, your belly needs its own country code!” He laughed again as he turned and started waddling deeper into the room, where the voices and laughter of the other bulls could be heard. “Come on, slowpoke!” He called over his shoulder.
“I'm comin’...” Adam sighed as hands bracing his back, he lumbered forward.
After “hurrying” to the meeting, barely catching his breath and then getting undressed, he suddenly felt especially tired and heavy. Now that he didn't have any pesky, confining clothing on, a nap sounded great, but not only were the guys waiting on him, Adam couldn't wait for them to see how much bigger he'd gotten since last week.
That, and he couldn't wait to talk about their “special session” this coming Friday. The nap could wait.