The mall is crowded on Saturday afternoon, and I'm weaving through groups of people with my usual clumsy enthusiasm. I'm on a mission today—I need a new bathing suit for summer. My old ones don't fit anymore, not with how much my butt has grown over the past few weeks.
I'm wearing baggy cargo shorts that hang low on my hips and a loose tank top that's supposed to hide my body, but even with all the extra fabric, I can tell people are staring. My pec tits push against the thin material of my shirt, and my bubble butt makes the back of my shorts stick out in a way that's pretty obvious. I catch a few girls giggling as I pass, and some guys do double-takes.
I don't really get why everyone's looking, but it makes me feel warm and tingly.
Gino texted me this morning saying he had to help his mom with something, so he couldn't give me my injection until tonight. My hole has been leaking all day, making my underwear damp and sticky. Every step I take sends little sparks of pleasure through me, and I have to keep adjusting myself.
I finally find the store—one of those surf and beach shops with bright colors and loud music. The smell of coconut sunscreen and new fabric fills my nose as I walk in. There's not many people inside, just a few customers browsing the racks.
Behind the counter near the changing rooms, there's a guy who looks maybe eighteen or nineteen, slouched in a chair with his phone in his hand. He's got that skater boy look—baggy jeans that hang off his hips, a loose graphic tee, and a beanie pulled over messy dark hair. His name tag says "Asher" in faded letters. He glances up at me briefly, his eyes doing a quick scan of my body before going back to his phone.
I head to the men's swimwear section and start looking through the board shorts. I grab a few pairs in my usual size and hold them up. They look so small compared to my ass. I pull out my phone and take a quick picture of them, sending it to Gino.
Me: think these will fit?? 🤔
His response comes back almost immediately.
Gino: Maybe! But you should try some speedos too. Just to see what they feel like 😏
I tilt my head like a confused puppy, staring at the text. Speedos? Those tiny swimsuits that barely cover anything? I've never worn one before. But if Gino thinks I should try them, then I trust him. He's the smart one.
Me: okay!! 😊
I wander over to the speedo section and my eyes go wide. They're so small! I pick out a couple—one in bright blue and another in red—and add them to my pile of board shorts.
Asher is still on his phone when I approach the counter. "Uh, hi," I say, my voice friendly and dumb. "Can I try these on?"
He looks up, and this time his eyes linger a bit longer on my body. His gaze travels from my face down to my chest, where my pec tits are straining against my tank top, then lower to where my shorts are barely containing my bubble butt. His throat bobs as he swallows.
"Yeah, sure," he says, his voice a little rough. He points lazily toward the back of the store. "Changing rooms are back there. Big one at the end is open."
"Thanks!" I say brightly, giving him a big smile.
I head to the back and find the changing room he mentioned. It's bigger than the others, with dim lighting that makes everything look soft and hazy. The walls are covered in mirrors—floor to ceiling on three sides—so I can see myself from every angle.
I hang the swimsuits on a hook and close the door behind me. The lock clicks into place, and I'm alone with my reflection.
I kick off my shoes and pull down my baggy cargo shorts, letting them pool around my ankles. My underwear is soaked through with the sweet honey that's been leaking from my hole all day. I can see the wet spot clearly in the mirror, and my face heats up with embarrassment. I peel off my underwear too, and my half-hard cock springs free, slapping against my abs.
Then I pull off my tank top, and I'm completely naked.
I stare at myself in the mirrors, turning slightly to see every angle. My muscles are more defined, my skin smooth and glistening slightly with a thin sheen of sweat. My pec tits sit high and firm on my chest, the nipples pink and perky. My abs are a perfect six-pack, leading down to the V-lines that point toward my cock.
But it's my ass that really catches my attention. It's huge—two perfect, round globes of smooth muscle that jiggle slightly when I shift my weight. I reach back and grab a cheek, squeezing it, and watch in the mirror as the flesh dimples under my fingers.
"Whoa," I breathe, genuinely amazed at how big it's gotten.
I grab the first pair of board shorts and step into them. I pull them up my legs easily enough, but when I try to get them over my ass, they get stuck.
I tug harder, jumping a little to try to shimmy them up, but they won't budge. The waistband is digging into the underside of my bubble butt, pushing my cheeks up and making them look even rounder and fuller.
"Come on," I mutter, pulling harder.
I plant my feet wider and really yank on the waistband, my muscles flexing with the effort. My pec tits bounce slightly, and sweat starts to bead on my forehead and chest.
Then I hear it—a loud riiiiip.
I freeze, my eyes going wide. I look down and see a tear in the fabric right along the seam. "Oh no," I whimper, my voice small and guilty. I feel bad immediately. I didn't mean to rip them! It's just my butt is so big now.
I turn to look at myself in the mirror, and the sight makes me pause.
The board shorts are stuck halfway up my ass, the waistband pushing my cheeks up so they look impossibly round and full. My body is glistening with sweat from the effort, every muscle defined and pumped. My pec tits are heaving slightly as I catch my breath, the nipples hard and pink. My cock is fully hard now, standing straight up and leaking a little precum onto my abs.
I look... really good. Like, really, really good.
I'm so distracted by my reflection that I don't hear the footsteps approaching until there's a knock on the door.
"Hey, uh, everything okay in there?" Asher's voice calls through the door.
I jump, startled. "Oh! Um, yeah, I'm fine!" I call back, my voice a little too high.
But before I can say anything else, the door swings open.
Asher stands in the doorway, his eyes going wide as he takes in the sight of me. I'm standing there in the middle of the changing room, completely naked except for the ripped board shorts stuck halfway up my ass, my body glistening with sweat, my hard cock pointing straight at him.
"I, uh..." I stammer, my face heating up. "I think I ripped them. I'm sorry! My butt is just really big and they wouldn't fit and I didn't mean to—"
"Holy fuck," Asher breathes, cutting me off.
He's staring at me like he's never seen anything like me before. His eyes roam over my body—my pec tits, my abs, my cock, and especially my ass. His mouth is slightly open, and I can see his throat bob as he swallows hard.
"Can you... can you help me?" I ask, my voice small and hopeful. "I can't get them off."
Asher blinks, seeming to snap out of his daze. "I... yeah. Yeah, I can help." His voice comes out rough and a little shaky.
He steps into the changing room and closes the door behind him, locking it. The space suddenly feels much smaller with both of us in here. I can smell him—a mix of cologne, laundry detergent, and something musky and male.
"Turn around," he says, his voice low.
I obey immediately, turning so my back is to him and my ass is on full display in the mirrors. I can see both of us reflected—me with my huge bubble butt pushed up by the waistband of the shorts, and Asher standing behind me, his eyes locked on my ass.
He steps closer, and I feel his hands on my hips. His touch is warm and a little rough, and it sends a shiver through me. My hole clenches and a trickle of honey leaks out, running down the inside of my thigh.
"Fuck," Asher mutters under his breath.
He grabs the waistband of the shorts and tries to pull them up over my ass, but it's no use. My bubble butt is too big, and all his tugging does is make my cheeks jiggle and shake. I watch in the mirror as my ass wobbles with each pull, the muscle rippling under my smooth skin.
Asher's breathing is getting heavier. I glance at his reflection and notice the huge bulge in his tight jeans. It's massive—a thick ridge that snakes down his thigh, straining against the denim. My eyes go wide.
"Whoa," I breathe. "You're.. you're really big."
Asher's eyes flick up to meet mine in the mirror, and his face flushes. "I... yeah."
My hole clenches again, and more honey leaks out. The sweet scent starts to fill the changing room, thick and heady. I see Asher's nostrils flare as he breathes it in, and his cock visibly throbs in his jeans.
"I don't think these are gonna fit," he says, his voice strained. "Let me just..."
He hooks his fingers into the waistband and pulls down instead of up. The shorts slide down my legs easily, and I step out of them. My hard cock slaps against my abs again, leaving a smear of precum.
Asher is still kneeling behind me, his face level with my ass. I see him staring at my hole in the mirror—it's winking and clenching, drooling thick streams of clear honey that run down my thighs.
"What..." Asher's voice is barely a whisper. "What is that?"
"Oh," I say, my voice bright and innocent. "That's just my... my thing. It does that now. Gino says it's normal."
"Normal," Asher repeats, his voice flat with disbelief.
He reaches out slowly, like he's in a trance, and his fingers brush against my inner thigh where the honey has pooled. He brings his fingers to his nose and inhales deeply, and his eyes roll back slightly.
"Fuck," he groans. "That smells so good."
I feel my face heat up, but I'm not sure why. "Um, thanks?"
Asher stands up quickly, his movements jerky. "You should... you should try the speedo. That'll probably fit better."
"Oh! Yeah, good idea!" I say, nodding eagerly.
I bend down to pick up the bright blue speedo from where I hung it, and I hear Asher make a choked sound behind me. When I glance back, he's groping his cock through his jeans, his hand squeezing the thick bulge.
I step into the speedo and pull it up. It slides on much easier than the board shorts, the stretchy material conforming to my body. But when I adjust it, I realize it's wedged between my huge bubble butt cheeks like a thong, barely covering anything.
I turn to look at myself in the mirror, and I can't help but smile. "Whoa, this looks really cool!"
I bounce lightly on my heels, testing how it feels, and my pec tits and bubble butt jiggle and wobble with the movement. The speedo is so tight that I can see the outline of my cock clearly, and there's already a wet spot forming where my hole is leaking.
"Fuck," Asher groans again, louder this time.
I turn to look at him, tilting my head like a confused puppy. "Do you think it looks good?"
"Yeah," he says, his voice rough. "Yeah, it looks... really fucking good."
He steps closer, and his hands reach out to touch me. One hand lands on my hip, and the other cups one of my pec tits, squeezing gently. I gasp at the sensation, my nipple hardening under his palm.
"You're so..." Asher trails off, shaking his head. "I've never seen anyone like you."
His hand slides from my hip to my ass, and he spreads my cheeks apart. I feel the thin material of the speedo pull tight against my hole, and more honey leaks out, soaking through the fabric.
"Oh fuck," Asher breathes. "You're so wet."
He rubs the material over my hole, and I moan loudly, my knees going weak. The sensation is intense—the thin fabric providing just enough friction to make me desperate for more.
"Please," I whimper, not even sure what I'm asking for.
Asher's other hand is still on my pec tit, kneading and squeezing, and I feel his cock pressing against my ass through his jeans. It's so big and hard, and I can feel the heat of it even through the denim.
"I need..." I start, my voice breathy and desperate. "I need a cum injection. Please."
Asher freezes. "A what?"
I turn to face him, my eyes wide and pleading. "A cum injection. It helps with... with this." I gesture vaguely at my leaking hole. "Gino explained it to me. I need it or I'll go into heat and it'll get really bad."
"Gino," Asher repeats slowly. "Your... boyfriend?"
"No, he's my friend," I say, shaking my head. "He helps me with my injections. But he's busy today and I really need one and you're here and—"
I'm babbling now, my words tumbling over each other. Asher is staring at me like I'm speaking another language.
"Please," I beg, my voice breaking. "I need it so bad."
I turn around and bend over, bracing one hand against the mirror. With my other hand, I reach back and pull the speedo string to the side, fully exposing my smooth, pink hole. It's winking and clenching, drooling honey that runs down my thighs and drips onto the floor.
As if to prove my point, my hole suddenly clenches hard and squirts a stream of clear honey directly onto Asher's jeans, soaking the fabric over his massive bulge.
"Oh fuck," Asher groans, his voice wrecked. "Oh fuck, that's so hot."
I hear the sound of fabric rustling, and when I glance back in the mirror, I see Asher pulling his shirt over his head. His body is lean and toned—not as muscular as mine, but defined in a way that's attractive. He's got the body of a runner or a skater, with visible abs and a light trail of hair leading down from his navel.
He unbuttons his jeans and shoves them down, and his cock springs free.
My eyes go wide. It's huge—at least twelve inches long and thick as a beer can. The head is dark red and leaking precum, and the shaft is covered in thick veins. It's pointing straight at me, throbbing with his heartbeat.
"Whoa," I breathe, my hole clenching at the sight.
Asher wraps his hand around his cock and strokes it slowly, his eyes locked on my exposed hole. He steps closer and rubs the head of his cock against my entrance, coating it in my honey and his precum.
"I have a girlfriend," he says, his voice strained.
"Oh," I say, my voice small. "Is that bad? Gino said this isn't gay at all. It's just medical. I really need help."
Asher laughs, the sound a little breathless and disbelieving. "Not gay at all," he repeats, shaking his head. "Right. Just medical."
He smacks my ass hard, and the sound echoes in the small changing room. My cheek jiggles and wobbles, and I moan loudly at the sharp sting of pleasure.
"Fuck, your ass is perfect," Asher groans.
He keeps teasing me, rubbing his cock against my hole but never pushing inside. Every time I try to push back onto him, he pulls away, keeping just out of reach. His hands roam over my body—squeezing my pec tits, running over my abs, gripping my hips.
"Please," I beg, my voice high and desperate. "Please, I need it. I need your cum."
"Yeah?" Asher's voice is rough and teasing. "How bad do you need it?"
"So bad," I whimper. "So, so bad. Please, Asher, please."
He positions his cock at my entrance again, and this time he pushes forward slightly. The head of his cock breaches my hole, stretching me open, and I gasp at the sensation.
But then he pulls back out, and I whine in frustration.
"Not yet," he says, chuckling darkly.
His hands are everywhere, touching and squeezing and teasing. I'm panting and sweaty, my body trembling with need. My hole is clenching and leaking so much honey that it's running down my legs and pooling on the floor.
Asher pushes the tip in again, just barely, and I moan loudly. But again, he pulls back out.
"Please!" I cry, my voice breaking. "I need it! I need your cum!"
This time when he pulls back, my hole clenches hard and I squirt—a thick stream of honey that splashes all over his cock and abs. He groans at the sight, his cock throbbing.
"Fuck, that's hot," he mutters.
And then, finally, he slams inside me.
I squeal in pleasure, my eyes rolling back as he fills me completely in one hard thrust. He's so big—bigger than Gino, stretching me wider than I've ever been stretched before. It burns a little, but it feels so good, like scratching an itch I didn't know I had.
"Oh god," I moan, my voice high and wrecked. "Oh god, yes, thank you, thank you—"
Asher doesn't give me time to adjust. He pulls back and slams in again, setting a hard, fast pace. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the changing room, along with the wet squelching of my hole and the obscene clapping of my ass cheeks.
I watch in the mirrors as he fucks me. My huge bubble butt jiggles and bounces with every thrust, the muscle rippling. My pec tits are swaying, and my cock is leaking a steady stream of precum onto the floor. Asher's face is twisted in pleasure, his eyes locked on where his cock is disappearing into my hole.
"Fuck," he groans. "Your pussy is so tight. So wet."
I don't even process the word "pussy"—I'm too lost in the pleasure. Every thrust hits spots deep inside me that make me see stars. My hole is gushing honey, making everything slick and messy. The mirrors are starting to fog up from the heat and steam of our bodies.
Asher fucks me harder than Gino ever has. He's relentless, pounding into me with deep, powerful strokes that make my whole body shake. I'm moaning and gasping, my hands scrabbling at the mirror for purchase.
"Yes, yes, yes," I chant, my voice breaking.
Asher leans forward, his chest pressing against my back, and his mouth is right next to my ear. "Gonna breed you," he growls, his voice low and rough. "Gonna fill you up with my cum. Gonna put some hot jock pups in you."
I don't really understand what he's saying—my brain is too foggy with pleasure—but the words make my hole clench hard around his cock.
"Yes," I moan, not even knowing what I'm agreeing to. "Yes, please, give it to me."
Asher's thrusts are getting erratic, and I can feel my own orgasm building. My hole is clenching and fluttering, and I'm so close, so close—
And then he pulls out.
I whimper loudly, my hole clenching on nothing. "No, please, I need it, I need your cum so bad—"
"How bad?" Asher asks, his voice teasing.
"So bad," I sob, tears pricking at my eyes. "I need it so, so bad. I'll do anything. I'll... I'll give you my jock pups. Whatever you want. Just please, please give me your cum."
Asher groans, and then he slams back inside me, harder than before. He grabs my hips and pulls me back onto his cock, fucking me with short, brutal thrusts. My body is pressed right up against the mirror, my pec tits and face squished against the cool glass.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Asher chants, his voice wrecked.
And then I feel it—the orgasm rips through me like lightning. I gasp and squeal, my hole clenching and spasming hard around Asher's cock. I'm squirting everywhere, honey gushing out around his cock and splashing onto the floor.
"Oh fuck," Asher groans. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming—"
He slams in balls-deep and holds there, grinding against me. I feel his cock throb and pulse, and then there's a flood of heat inside me. He's cumming, pumping load after load of thick, creamy cum deep into my hole.
"Yes," I moan, my voice weak and satisfied. "Yes, thank you, thank you—"
Asher keeps grinding, making sure I get every last drop. When he finally stops throbbing, he pulls out slowly. I feel his cum inside me, warm and thick, but none of it leaks out. My hole drinks it all in, just like it's supposed to.
I collapse onto the floor of the changing room, my legs too weak to hold me up. I'm panting and sweaty, my body trembling with aftershocks. I feel so good, so satisfied, so full.
Asher is breathing hard above me, his cock still half-hard and glistening with my honey and his cum. He tucks himself back into his jeans and pulls his shirt on, his movements quick and efficient.
He grabs the blue speedo from where it fell on the floor and tosses it at me. It lands on my back.
"It's free," he says, his voice rough. "Consider it a... thank you."
I look up at him, my face flushed and happy. "Thank you for helping me," I say earnestly. "I feel so much better now."
Asher stares at me for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then he shakes his head and laughs, the sound a little disbelieving.
"Yeah," he says. "No problem."
He unlocks the door and slips out, leaving me alone in the changing room.
I lie there for a few more minutes, catching my breath and enjoying the warm, satisfied feeling in my body. My hole is still tingling pleasantly, and I can feel Asher's cum deep inside me, making me feel full and content.
Eventually, I manage to stand up and get dressed. I pull on my baggy shorts and tank top, and I grab the blue speedo. I'll definitely be wearing this to the beach.
As I leave the changing room, I see Asher back at his desk, his phone in his hand. He glances up at me as I pass, and our eyes meet for a brief moment.
I give him a big, friendly wave. "Thanks again!"
He just nods, not looking at me.
I leave the store with a spring in my step, the speedo tucked under my arm. I feel amazing—energized and happy and satisfied. Asher's cum injection really helped.
I can't wait to tell Gino about it tonight.