Ass-centricity - Part 2

Nick skipped the first week of classes. He couldn’t be seen like this. Not only that, he didn’t have any clothes that fit anymore and he was forced to order a new wardrobe online. It wasn’t exactly the way that Nick had wanted his freshman year to start.

During his self-imposed seclusion he got acquainted with his much more pear-shaped self. He seemed to have gained a ton of weight, with most of it concentrated on his legs, ass, and hips, but it wasn’t all fat. He found he didn’t have as much trouble getting around after a few days getting used to how thick his thighs suddenly were, and that he could jump and skip and run in place just as easily as he ever could. It was a bit of a relief.

It was a small comfort though. He’d gone his entire life a slim and trim dude, always popular and easy going, and suddenly he’d turned into the fat kid. Just one look from anyone would see how overweight he was, but even though it’d struck him mostly in the lower body, just looking in a mirror would remind him of everything he’d lost. Gone were the high cheekbones, the defined jaw, and in their place was a slight double chin and chubby cheeks. There wasn’t a hint of definition to be found anywhere on his body any longer, and Nick mourned the loss of his figure more than anything else.

By the time his new clothes arrived in the mail he was starting to suffer from a little cabin fever. None of his frat mates had visited him in his room, least of all that awful Chaz, so he could use some human interaction. Although he honestly feared what would happen when he walked from his room he couldn’t stay here any longer.

He signed for his packages wearing nothing but a towel and a grossly stretched t-shirt, and then hurried back upstairs before anyone in the frat could notice his presence. Back upstairs, he quickly opened the boxes and started trying on clothes. Most of it fit, thankfully, with his estimates of his new booty being surprisingly accurate. Some of the t-shirts didn’t fit as advertised, making him an XL rather than a mere L, but most of the large t-shirts fit him comfortably enough he’d be okay walking around campus.

Putting on jeans was a brand new experience for Nick. Gone were the days when he could simply jump into a pair legs first and have them zipped up seemingly without effort. Now he had to carefully crawl in, one leg at a time and spend minutes hiking the fabric over his thunder thighs and tremendous ass. It felt odd having the back end of his waist held up so much higher than the front due to his enormous bubble-butt, and equally odd to feel his soft tummy pooch over the front. But it fit, and he didn’t look horrible. Well, more horrible than he already felt anyway.

That night he left his room for the first time, walked downstairs, and said hello to some of his fratmates. He apologized for his absence, although most wave it off as nothing to worry about. Chaz had already told them what had happened.

“He did?” Nick asked, incredulous.

“Sure, he said you’d got the flu and you were holed up in your room. It’s cool man. Sucks that it happened the first week,” a bespectacled fratmate.

“Yeah… I was sick,” Nick replied quietly, wondering just why Chaz had lied for him.

Thankfully, none of his fratmates seemed to notice his sudden weight gain, or they simply didn’t remember what he looked like when he arrived. Or maybe they didn’t remember his name? Nick didn’t clarify, and nobody asked him about his appearance. For all intents and purposes, he was just the fat kid that joined the frat.

Nick tried to find Chaz, but he wasn’t in his room and nobody at the frat had seen him that weekend. They told him that wasn’t too out of the ordinary, as the seniors got up to all kinds of shenanigans that freshmen weren’t invited to the first week of classes. This both angered and relieved Nick: angered since he wanted to tell him off, and relieved that he wouldn’t have to face the man that had assaulted him.

Rather than try and track him down, Nick decided to just go for a walk around the neighborhood. He found that regular movement with an ass the size of Kansas wasn’t exactly how he remembered it. For starters, he heard a constant “fwip fwip fwip” sound as the denim covering his thighs rubbed with each step. Second, he found himself constantly hiking up his pants to prevent them from slipping down and revealing the world’s largest plumbers crack despite an oversized belt hitched as tight as he could make it.

Finally, and despite easily being able to make the trek, he found himself sweaty only after going a few blocks. He wasn’t winded, but he guessed that the added weight had thrown off his internal temperature. All in all, it was an unpleasant experience.

He made his way back home feeling glum when out of the corner of his eye he saw a young child in a nearby field pointing at him and laughing to his friends. Despite the distance, Nick could just barely make out the words “big butt”.

When he got home he stomped back to his room and slammed the door. Then he once again collapsed on his bed and cried.

“There you are,” came Chaz’ voice from behind him, and Nick froze. He was just on his way to class when he heard the unmistakable growl, followed by a man’s hand on his ass. Then there was a pinch.

Nick wanted to whip around and punch him, but Chaz seemed to have backup this time. Not that he needed it - he still looked like he could bench press Nick even after the weight gain. “What do you want, Chaz?” He asked testily.

“Nadda, little man. Just wanted to show my friends here my latest work. What do you guys think?” He then stepped out of the way so his two equally heavily built friends could come forward and inspect Nick.

He felt like a piece of meat as the two circled him, eyes lingering on his impressive rear. Finally one whistled as he made a full rotation around Nick’s wider circumference. “Damn, bro, I knew you were an ass man, but - damn!”

“Yeah dude,” the other commented. “My girlfriend doesn’t even have an ass like that, and she does pilates.”

Nick could feel his face burning red as the trio discussed his additional endowment as though he wasn’t even there. He wanted to tell them all off, to go fuck themselves, and yet a tiny, quiet voice in his head was whispering that he actually enjoyed being the center of attention.

“He was all skin and bones when I brought him inside last weekend,” Chaz continued, “and now he’s got a good amount of meat on them bones.” The trio then laughed.

“I dunno if I want that much meat on my bones, dude,” one of his compatriots countered, and Nick felt his neck grow hot as a new flush of blood rushed into his face. At the same time he felt a rush of blood flow into an area of his body he would have never expected - a place which deeply confused the young freshman.

“And that’s fair,” Chaz replied, “but a little can go a long way. I’ve got some back at my place if you want to try it out.”

The two seemed unconvinced based on the looks on their faces. “Man, isn’t that stuff, I dunno, illegal? Or just plain unsafe?”

“Nah man, it’s cool. Here, I could even should you how it works. Nick here is a fantastic specimen,” Chaz said, smiling cruelly down at Nick.

That’s when Nick felt his stomach drop. He couldn’t go through with that again. “Uh, look, Chaz, I need to get to class, and besides that, I just bought a totally new wardrobe which was not cheap and-”

“Relax man, I can help you out with all that,” Chaz replied, not at all alleviating Nick’s fears. That’s when Chaz’s friends grabbed both of Nick’s arms and forcefully guided him back to the frat house.