I wake up on my twentieth birthday feeling... weird. Like, really weird. There's this warm, tingly feeling in my butt that I've never felt before. It's not bad or anything—actually, it feels kinda nice? Like when you stretch after a really good workout, except it's concentrated right in my ass.
I roll over in bed, and the movement makes the tingling intensify. I let out a little gasp, my thick thighs rubbing together as I try to figure out what's going on. My smooth, muscular body is covered in a light sheen of sweat even though it's not hot in my dorm room. My big pecs rise and fall as I breathe deeper, confused but also kind of... excited?
I reach back and run my hand over my bubble butt, feeling the smooth, firm muscle. My teammates are always grabbing and slapping it, saying it's the biggest ass on the team. I never really thought much about it, but now as my fingers brush over my crack, I feel that warm tingle spike into something more intense. My hole clenches involuntarily, and I bite my lip.
"What the heck?" I mutter to myself, my voice still sleepy and confused.
I'm not the smartest guy—everyone knows that. Coach calls me his "golden retriever" because I'm always happy and eager but not exactly quick on the uptake. But even I know this isn't normal. Still, I've got practice this morning, so I push the weird feeling to the back of my mind and get ready for the day.
By the time I get to the locker room, the tingling has settled into a constant, pleasant warmth. I'm pulling on my practice shorts—the tight ones that show off my bubble butt—when Jackson walks by and gives my ass a hard slap.
"Happy birthday, Dusty!" he shouts, grinning.
The impact sends a shockwave through my body. The warm tingling explodes into something intense and overwhelming. I gasp out loud, my knees actually buckling for a second as pleasure radiates from my hole throughout my entire body. My smooth pink asshole clenches and unclenches, and I feel something wet and slippery starting to leak out.
"Whoa, you okay, man?" Jackson asks, steadying me with a hand on my shoulder.
"Y-yeah," I stammer, my face flushing red. "Just... surprised me."
He laughs and walks away, and I'm left standing there, breathing hard, my hole still tingling and now definitely wet. I can feel the slickness between my cheeks, soaking into my jockstrap. What is happening to me?
Practice is torture. Every time I bend over, squat, or run, I feel that warm, wet sensation. And my teammates won't stop touching my ass. It's like they can sense something's different, even though I haven't said anything. Marcus grabs two handfuls of my bubble butt while we're doing partner stretches, squeezing hard.
"Damn, Dusty, your ass feels even bigger today," he says, kneading the muscle.
I moan—actually moan—and have to pretend I'm just stretching. The pleasure is so intense I can barely think straight. My hole is clenching and leaking more of that clear, slippery fluid. I can feel it running down the inside of my thighs now, warm and sticky-sweet.
By the time practice ends, I'm a mess. My body feels hot all over, my skin hypersensitive. When I shower, the water hitting my bubble butt makes me shiver and gasp. I have to brace myself against the tile wall as my hole pulses and drools more of that mysterious fluid. It's like my body is begging for something, but I don't know what.
I barely make it through my afternoon classes. I can't concentrate at all. Every time I shift in my seat, I feel that slickness, that warmth, that need. My hole keeps clenching on nothing, and it's driving me crazy. I'm like a puppy that needs attention but doesn't know how to ask for it.
By the time I get to study hall in the library, I'm desperate. Gino is already there, sitting at our usual table in the back corner where nobody ever goes. He's got his nose in a book, his wire-rimmed glasses sliding down slightly. He looks exactly like that guy from the Atlantis movie—Milo Thatch—with his messy brown hair and handsome, angular face. He's toned but not huge like me, more lean.
"Gino," I whine as I sit down, squirming in my seat. "Something's wrong with me."
He looks up, his blue eyes concerned behind his glasses. "What do you mean? Are you sick?"
"I don't know!" I'm practically whimpering now, my voice taking on that puppy-like quality that everyone teases me about. "I woke up this morning and my... my butt feels weird. Like, really weird. It's all tingly and warm and wet and I don't know what's happening."
Gino's eyes widen slightly. He glances around to make sure no one's nearby, then leans in closer. "Wet? What do you mean wet?"
"Like... leaking," I whisper, my face burning with embarrassment. "There's this clear, sticky stuff coming out of my... you know." I can't even say it. I'm too innocent, too dumb to have the right words.
Gino's face flushes, and I see his throat bob as he swallows hard. "Out of your... asshole?"
I nod frantically, relieved he understands. "Yeah! And every time someone touches my butt or slaps it, it feels really, really good. Like, scary good. What's wrong with me, Gino? You're smart—you know everything."
He's quiet for a moment, his eyes searching my face. Then he says, "I... I might know what this is, but I can't be sure unless I check it out."
"Okay!" I say immediately, trusting him completely. "Check it out!"
"Dustin, I mean I need to actually look at your... at your hole."
"Oh." I blink, processing this. Then I shrug. "Okay."
Before he can say anything else, I stand up. We're in the most secluded part of the library, tucked away behind tall shelves where no one ever comes. I turn around, hook my thumbs into my shorts and underwear, and pull them down to my thighs.
"Dustin!" Gino hisses, but his voice sounds strangled.I reach back with both hands and spread my big, smooth bubble cheeks apart, exposing my tight pink hole to him. The cool library air hits my wet, sensitive flesh, and I gasp. My hole clenches involuntarily, and I feel more of that clear, honey-like fluid leak out.
"Is it bad?" I ask over my shoulder, genuinely worried.
I hear Gino make a sound—something between a groan and a whimper. "Dustin, your hole is... it's winking. And there's this clear fluid dripping out of it. It looks like honey."
"Is that bad?" I ask again, my voice small and scared.
"I... no, I don't think so. Let me just..."
I feel his hands on my ass cheeks, warm and slightly trembling. He spreads me wider, and I arch my back instinctively, pushing my bubble butt out more. My hole clenches again, and I hear him moan softly.
"Fuck," he breathes. "Dustin, your hole is so pink and tight and it's just... drooling."
"What does that mean?" I whimper, the feeling of his hands on me making the tingling intensify.
"I think... I think I know what this is." His finger touches my hole, rubbing the slippery fluid around my entrance.
I gasp loudly, my knees buckling. Pleasure explodes through my body, so intense I see stars. My hole clenches and pulses, and more fluid gushes out, coating his finger.
"Oh god," I moan, my voice breaking. "Gino, that feels so good. What's happening to me?"
He pulls his hand away, and I hear him breathing hard. "Pull your shorts up. I need to check something."
I obey, pulling my shorts back up over my wet, sensitive bubble butt. When I turn around, I see Gino's face is flushed red, and there's a huge bulge in his jeans that he's trying to hide with his hand.
"Stay here," he says, his voice rough. "I'll be right back."
He practically runs off into the stacks, and I'm left standing there, confused and needy. My hole is still tingling, still leaking, still begging for something I don't understand. I sit down carefully, whimpering as the pressure makes more fluid leak out.
A few minutes later, Gino comes back with a small, old-looking book. He sits down next to me, so close our thighs are touching, and opens it to a marked page.
"Look," he says, pointing to a medical diagram. "This is what you have. It's called... well, it has a medical name, but basically, it's a condition where your body starts producing natural lubrication in your ass. Your hole becomes super sensitive and needs regular... stimulation."
I stare at the page, trying to understand. There are pictures of guys with muscular bodies, their holes glistening and wet just like mine. "So I'm not sick?"
"No, not sick. It's actually pretty rare. And look—" He pulls out his phone and shows me some profiles. "These are guys who have the same condition. See how muscular they all are?"
I look at the pictures. They're all huge, shredded, with perfect bodies. "Wow, they're really built."
"Yeah. Because the treatment for this condition actually helps with muscle recovery and strength development." He's talking fast now, excited. "Your body needs regular... cum injections. The proteins and hormones in semen help regulate the condition and also boost your muscle growth."
I blink at him, my dumb brain trying to process this. "Cum injections? Like... from a guy?"
"Yeah." He's watching me carefully. "A guy would need to... to put his cum inside you. In your hole."
"Oh." I think about this. "So like... medicine?"
"Exactly like medicine," he says, and I see relief in his eyes. "It's a medical treatment."
"Will you help me?" I ask immediately, looking at him with wide, trusting eyes. "Please, Gino? It feels so weird and I need help and you're my best friend."
His bulge throbs visibly in his jeans. "I... yeah. Yeah, I'll help you, Dustin. Let's go back to your dorm."
The walk back to my dorm feels like it takes forever. Every step makes my hole clench and leak more. I can feel the fluid soaking through my underwear and shorts now, making my inner thighs slippery. Gino walks close beside me, his hand occasionally brushing my lower back, and each touch makes me shiver.
When we finally get to my room, I close the door and immediately start stripping. I'm not shy—I'm always naked in the locker room, and this is medical, right? I need help.
I pull off my shirt first, revealing my smooth, muscular chest. My big pecs are firm and defined, my abs a perfect six-pack. Then I shove down my shorts and underwear, stepping out of them and standing completely naked in front of Gino.
"Please," I whimper, my voice desperate and puppy-like. "Please help me, Gino. It feels so weird and I need... I need..."
I don't even know what I need, but my body does. My hole is clenching rhythmically now, drooling that clear honey-like fluid down my inner thighs. My smooth bubble butt looks even bigger and rounder than usual, the muscle flexing involuntarily.
Gino is staring at me, his eyes dark with something I don't recognize. He reaches down and adjusts his bulge, which looks huge and uncomfortable in his jeans.
"Okay," he says, his voice rough. "Okay, Dustin. I'm going to help you."
He unzips his jeans and pulls out his cock, and I gasp. It's massive—at least ten inches long and thick, with a fat head that's already leaking clear precum. I've seen guys naked before, but I've never really looked at their dicks. Now, staring at Gino's huge cock, I feel my hole clench hard and gush more fluid.
"Whoa," I breathe, my eyes wide. "That's... that's really big, Gino."
"Yeah," he says, stroking it slowly. "Think you can take it?"
I nod eagerly, not really understanding what he's asking. "If it'll help, yeah!"
Just looking at his cock is making me feel weird—hot and needy and desperate. My hole is throbbing now, pulsing with need. More of that sweet honey drools out, running down my legs.
"Get on the bed," Gino says, his voice commanding in a way I've never heard before. "On your hands and knees."
I scramble onto the bed, getting on all fours. I arch my back instinctively, pushing my big bubble butt up and out. I feel so exposed like this, my smooth pink hole on display, clenching and winking and dripping.
"Good boy," Gino murmurs, and the praise makes me whimper happily.
I feel him get on the bed behind me, his hands gripping my ass cheeks. He spreads them wide, and I hear him groan.
"Dustin, your hole is so fucking pretty. So pink and tight and wet."
"Is that good?" I ask, looking back over my shoulder.
"So good," he breathes. "But I need to warm you up first, okay? Otherwise it won't feel as good."
"Okay," I agree, trusting him completely.
Then I feel something wet and warm against my hole, and I gasp. It's his tongue. Gino is licking my asshole, his tongue sliding through the slippery honey and circling my entrance.
"Oh fuck!" I cry out, my arms nearly giving out. "Gino! That feels—oh god!"
He doesn't stop. His tongue laps at my hole, licking up all the sweet fluid, then pushes inside. My tight ring of muscle gives way easily, and his tongue slides into me. The sensation is overwhelming—hot and wet and so intense I can't think.
"Mmm," Gino moans against my ass, the vibration making me shudder. "You taste so sweet, Dustin. Like honey."
He's eating me out with enthusiasm now, his tongue fucking in and out of my hole while his hands knead my bubble butt. I'm making sounds I've never made before—high-pitched whimpers and moans, desperate and needy. My hole is gushing fluid now, and Gino licks it all up, groaning like he's tasting the best thing in the world.
I start pushing back against his face, grinding my ass on his mouth. I can't help it—my body is moving on its own, chasing the pleasure. My huge bubble butt smothers his face, my cheeks completely engulfing him, but he doesn't pull away. He just grips my ass harder and eats me deeper.
"Gino," I moan, my voice high and desperate. "Gino, I feel weird. Something's happening."
My whole body is tensing up, pleasure building in my core. My hole is clenching rhythmically on his tongue, and then suddenly—
"Oh fuck!" I scream as my body convulses. My hole spasms and gushes fluid, squirting all over Gino's face as waves of intense pleasure crash through me. It's like an orgasm but different—deeper, more intense, radiating from my ass throughout my entire body.
I'm shaking and moaning, grinding hard on Gino's face as I ride out what I'll later learn is called a "pussygasm." My brain goes fuzzy, and I'm just lost in the sensation, gooning out completely.
Finally, the waves start to subside, and I collapse forward onto my elbows, panting hard. Gino pulls back, and I hear him gasping for air. I look back and see his face is covered in my honey, his lips and chin glistening.
"Sorry," I pant, worried I hurt him. "I couldn't help it."
"Don't apologize," he says, his voice rough. "That was so fucking good, Dustin."
He wipes his face with his hand, then licks his fingers clean. "You taste amazing."
I feel a surge of pride at the praise, my puppy-like nature responding to his approval. "Thank you for helping me," I say sweetly. "I feel so much better now."
But then I see his cock—still hard, still huge, the head dark red and leaking precum—and suddenly my hole clenches hard. The tingling comes back, stronger than before. Heat floods through my body, and I whimper.
"Gino," I gasp, "it's happening again. I still need... I need..."
"I know," he says, stroking his massive cock. "You need the cum injection, remember? That's what's really going to help."
"Oh yeah," I say, my dumb brain finally catching up. "Right. The medicine."
"Come here," he says, lying back on the bed. His cock stands straight up, thick and intimidating. "Sit on it. That way you can control how fast you take it."
I nod and straddle him, my thick thighs on either side of his hips. I reach back and position his cock at my entrance, feeling the fat head press against my slippery hole.
"Slowly," Gino says, his hands gripping my waist. "Take it slow."
I start to sink down, and the stretch is immediate and intense. My tight hole resists at first, then suddenly gives way, and the head pops inside.
"Oh!" I gasp, my eyes going wide. "Oh, that's... that's big."
"You're doing so good," Gino encourages, his fingers digging into my skin. "Keep going."
I sink down more, inch by inch, feeling my hole stretch around his thick shaft. The honey-like fluid is making it easier, but it's still a lot. My hole keeps clenching, trying to adjust to the intrusion, and each clench makes Gino groan.
Finally, after what feels like forever, I'm sitting fully on his lap, his entire ten inches buried inside me. I'm panting, my smooth muscular body covered in sweat, my big pecs heaving.
"How does it feel?" Gino asks, his voice strained.
"Full," I whimper. "So full. But... but good. Really good."
And it does feel good. The stretch, the fullness, the way his cock is pressing against spots inside me that make my whole body tingle—it's overwhelming but amazing.
"Try moving," Gino suggests, his hands guiding my hips.
I lift up slowly, feeling his cock slide almost all the way out, then sink back down. The sensation makes me moan loudly. I do it again, faster this time, and the pleasure spikes.
Soon I'm riding him properly, bouncing my big bubble butt on his cock. The room fills with the wet, obscene sound of my ass slapping against his thighs—plap, plap, plap. My hole is gushing more fluid, making everything slippery and messy.
"Fuck, Dustin," Gino groans, watching my ass bounce. "Your ass is so perfect. So big and round and smooth."
I'm gooning out again, my brain going fuzzy with pleasure. Every time I sink down, his cock hits something deep inside me that makes me see stars. My hole is clenching rhythmically, milking his shaft, and I can't stop moaning.
Gino grips my waist tighter and starts thrusting up into me, meeting my bounces. The intensity increases, and I'm practically screaming now, lost in the sensation. My smooth pink hole is stretched tight around his thick cock, and I can feel every ridge, every vein.
"I'm gonna flip you over," Gino says suddenly, and before I can respond, he's lifting me off his cock and positioning me on my hands and knees.
I arch my back automatically, presenting my ass to him. He lines up and pushes back in, and this angle is even deeper. I cry out as he starts fucking me properly now, his hips slapping against my bubble butt with each thrust.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god," I chant, my arms shaking as I try to hold myself up.
Gino is fucking me hard and fast now, his cock pounding into me. I can feel my ass bouncing and jiggling with each impact, the muscle rippling. My hole is squirting that clear fluid again, and I feel it splashing onto Gino's abs.
"You're squirting on me," Gino groans, fucking me even harder. "Your pussy is squirting, Dustin."
I don't even process the word "pussy"—I'm too far gone, too lost in pleasure. My hole is clenching and spasming, and I feel another pussygasm building.
"Gino!" I scream. "Something's happening again!"
"Let it happen," he grunts, his fingers digging into my hips. "Cum on my cock, Dustin. Show me how good it feels."
His words push me over the edge. My hole clamps down hard on his cock as I pussygasm again, squirting and shaking and moaning. My whole body convulses, and I collapse forward onto the bed, my ass still up in the air as Gino keeps fucking me through it.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," Gino groans. "Gonna give you that injection, Dustin. Gonna fill you up."
"Yes!" I whimper, not really understanding but knowing I need it. "Please, Gino, please!"
He slams in balls-deep, and I feel his cock throb inside me. Then there's a rush of heat as he starts cumming, pumping load after load of hot, thick cum deep into my hole. The sensation triggers another pussygasm, and I'm screaming into the mattress, my hole clenching and milking every drop from him.
Gino grinds deep, making sure I get every last bit of his cum. It feels like he's cumming forever, filling me up completely. But unlike what I expected, none of it leaks out. My hole seems to drink it all in, absorbing it.
Finally, he stops throbbing and carefully pulls out. I feel empty suddenly, but also satisfied in a way I've never felt before. The tingling is gone, replaced by a warm, pleasant fullness.
"How do you feel?" Gino asks, collapsing beside me on the bed.
"Amazing," I mumble, my voice sleepy and content. "Thank you, Gino. You're the best friend ever."
He laughs softly and pulls me into his arms. I curl up against his chest, my smooth muscular body fitting perfectly against his toned frame. Within minutes, I'm drifting off to sleep, feeling satisfied.
I wake up to sunlight streaming through my dorm window. For a moment, I'm confused about why Gino is in my bed, his arms wrapped around me. Then I remember yesterday—my birthday, the weird tingling, Gino helping me with my "condition."
I carefully slip out of his arms, not wanting to wake him. He looks peaceful sleeping, his messy hair falling across his forehead, his glasses on the nightstand. I smile, feeling warm and happy.
Then I catch sight of myself in the mirror across the room, and I freeze.
My body looks... different. Better. My muscles are more defined, more shredded. My abs are deeper, my pecs bigger and more pronounced. But most noticeably, my ass is huge. Like, even bigger than yesterday. My bubble butt is rounder, bouncier, the muscle perfectly shaped and smooth.
I turn to the side, admiring the way my ass curves out from my lower back. I reach back and grab a handful, squeezing. It's firm but bouncy, and just touching it makes my hole tingle pleasantly.
"Whoa," I breathe, genuinely amazed.
Behind me, I hear Gino stir. "Dustin?" he mumbles sleepily.
I turn to face him, grinning like the happy puppy I am. "Gino! Look! The medicine worked! My butt is even bigger!"
He sits up, rubbing his eyes, then puts on his glasses. When he sees me standing there naked, my enhanced body on full display, his eyes go wide.
"Holy shit," he breathes. "Dustin, you look incredible."
I bounce excitedly, and my ass jiggles with the movement. "I feel incredible! Thank you so much for helping me!"
Gino smiles, but there's something heated in his eyes. "You know," he says slowly, "the treatment works best with regular injections. Like, daily."
I blink, processing this. "Oh. So... you'll need to help me every day?"
"If you want," he says, and I see his cock starting to harden under the sheets.
I feel my hole clench and start to tingle again, that familiar warmth spreading through me. I smile brightly, innocent and eager.
"Yes please!" I say happily. "You're the best friend ever, Gino!"
He laughs and pulls me back into bed. "Come here, birthday boy. Let's make sure you get your morning dose."
As I climb onto the bed, my big bubble butt bouncing, I think about how lucky I am to have such a helpful friend. I don't fully understand what's happening to my body, but I know Gino will take care of me.
And really, that's all that matters.