#hyper ass

[growth-opportunities]

My friend has been in denial. I’ve been telling her that her ass is much bigger than usual. I tried calling her today, and all I could hear over the phone was her freaking out and fabric ripping. She said something about not being able to stop bouncing. Is she alright?

Oh, yeah, she's totally fine! And, good news, she's probably not in denial anymore! There's only so far someone's denial can be pushed before they're forced to face reality. When it comes to size-related things, bursting out of her clothes is usually the moment when their denial falters. Everything else can be justified away. Before, I'm sure she just told herself that her jeans had shrunk in the wash or that she had maybe packed on a few extra holiday pounds and my god aren't you rude for mentioning it. Getting stuck in door frames is a bit harder to explain, but she manages to find something to blame it on, anything besides her growing, expanding, inflating ass.

Now, though, now that her ass has split her jeans open, she can't deny it any longer. She can feel herself growing bigger and she can see the denim carnage left behind. It's not bad, though! She's going to be fine! More than fine, I'd say! Accepting that she's growing is the first step towards embracing it. Not being able to stop bouncing is a great sign; it means that she can't get enough of the feeling of her gargantuan ass bouncing and clapping and wobbling. As soon as she acknowledged her ass, she became addicted to the pleasure it brings her, and it's only going to get worse—or better, depending on your point of view—as she continues to grow and grow and grow.

Pretty soon, she'll be rolling her hips and moaning at the thought of needing a separate chair for each cheek. Turning what were meant to be knee-length skirts into lewd minis as they fail to reach all the way around her hips and ass will be intoxicating and drive her to show them off even more. She won't be able to stop shaking her ass, bouncing her cheeks in the direction of anyone who will look. Even laying in bed, she'll be bouncing her hips, every idle moment accompanied by a background of growing, wobbling flesh.

All that might be a lot for you to handle, but I'm sure you'll find some way to enjoy it.

[juxtaposedcrunk]

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[kapricore]

Pool Day

pls try to treat other people's property with respect. or this might happen? maybe?? idk this seems like a pretty fringe case; just dont be a dick ok Substar pic from July!

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Various Lycaon Doodles

[luctomcat]

Oh!! Hey down there!!

If you yell loud enough, and I'm small enough to be in earshot, you can usually get my attention if you want!!

[growth-opportunities]

Your friend's insistence that she was only 'a little' bottom heavy was something that never made much sense to you considering the bakery she had in the back until she invited you to a meet up with her family. Then you figured exactly what she considered to be big and it made more sense...

The grace of god was the only thing that kept you from dropping your glass and waking up the entire house. You didn't think that anyone would be up this late when you slipped down the stairs to get a drink of water, navigating the unfamiliar home in the dark. The lights in the kitchen suddenly flicking on was startling, but even more so was the figure of your girlfriend's mother standing in the doorway. The immensity of her curves made her already slightly immodest night clothes downright lewd, her hips and thighs barely covered by the overworked and overflowing shorts that stretched over her.

Anything the water had done to wet your throat was immediately undone as Mrs. Clark sauntered towards you. The impact of each footfall rippled upwards through her thighs and her hips, the softest parts of her jiggling mercilessly. You didn't know where to look. As wide as they were, your girlfriend's curves hadn't prepared you at all for dealing with her mother. Warm embarrassment pooled in your cheeks. Any possibility that you might be hiding your fluster was immediately undermined by the smirk on the curvaceous woman's lips.

"Don't tell me you're re-hydrating for round two! My daughter is really putting you through the ringer, huh?"

Incoherent, seemingly random syllables tumbled out of your mouth. Mrs. Clark was even shorter than your girlfriend, who barely reached 5'2" on a good day, and yet she had no trouble at all backing you into a corner and making your brain melt out your ears. She stopped close enough to you that you could feel the warmth radiating out from her chest and looking down at her gave you a view of just how far her hips extended past her shoulders. A tense moment hung in the air as your heart beat loudly in your chest and you prayed that the blood wouldn't rush to one particular spot.

The short but curvy woman held her expression for as long as she could before her smirk cracked and she dissolved into a fit of giggles. The laughter shook her chest, sending fresh waves through her softness. A small hand playfully slapped your chest before wiping a tear from her eye. She grabbed the glass from your hand and took a big swig from it. "Whew, wow, Gabby was right. You really are too easy. Forgive me, cutie; I just couldn't resist."

Breaking the tension only afforded a small amount of relaxation, your girlfriend's far-too-casual mother leaning back against the counter. The pressure against the ledge made her hips spread even wider, dominating her figure. You felt faint. Mrs. Clark continued, regardless. "Sorry for startling you, handsome. And for teasing you. Gabby tells me everything and, well, I just had to see how adorable you really look when you get backed into a corner by a woman who knows exactly what she wants." Her little wink sent a shock down your body as she tilted up the glass and took another drink from it. "I know it's early; you've only been dating for a little while, but I'd be happy to welcome a guy like you into the family. But I know you're a good boy. There are some things a woman can just tell and, like I said, Gabby tells me everything. There are no secrets between us." You jump as Mrs. Clark lets her eyes dip down towards your crotch, immediately flicking back up with another smirk.

Only a small sip remained in the glass and Mrs. Clark quickly drank it down before pushing off from the counter. "Oh, and while we're in the spirit of sharing secrets, here's one that you might not know." In a blink, the distance closes between you and she presses the glass against your chest, grabbing your hand and putting it over hers. She looks up at you, mischief in her eye, dropping her voice to a low whisper. "If you think my ass is big, just you wait. When I was Gabby's age, I wasn't even half as big as she is now."

[juxtaposedcrunk]

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