The timer went off, signifying to Caleb that it was time to rinse out his hair.
It was gonna be epic. All the guys on the football team decided to dye their hair blue - the color of the school’s mascot, the Blue Devil. Caleb was pumped - he had grabbed the dye earlier that day, when he was at the pharmacy. He forgot that he had a class, though, so he hurriedly grabbed the first blue dye he saw, rather than comparing the various options.
He turned the shower, letting his hair soak a bit as the light pink water circled the drain.
Wait, what?
In a panic, Caleb flew to the bathroom mirror, wiping away the condensation to reveal a shocking mop of neon pink hair.
“WHAT THE FUCK!” Caleb exclaimed, grabbing the box for the dye. He had SWORN he’d chosen the blue dye, he even looked at the picture on it before he started dying his hair!
There was no way in hell he had grabbed “Himbo Pink” hair dye instead! What the fuck was “Himbo Pink” anyways?
Caleb could only stare at his reflection in shock. The mistake had been made. At first, he was utterly repulsed by the idea that his dirty blond hair was now pink. And not only pink, but the brightest pink one could imagine.
But the more he looked at it, the more he felt like the pink seemed to match his features. It contrasted nicely with his lightly tanned skin, his freckled shoulders, hell the pink seemed to make his nipples appear even pinker as well, topped over the mounds of his beefy pecs.
“Bro…”
Suddenly, his phone dinged with a text. One of his teammates, Jay, had sent a photo of his blue dye-job. Guess he didn’t grab the wrong dye. Caleb felt like such an idiot.
‘I blue myself lol’ said Jay’s text, followed up by ‘How’s yours look?’
Caleb hesitated. The guys would probably give him shit for this, but he did have time to salvage it. He could always get the right dye, it might end up slightly purple but that’s better than this bright pink.
Still, he felt like he should show Jay the results. They could always laugh about it. Besides, he did look pretty good.
Caleb snapped a selfie in the mirror and sent it off to his bro. Jay’s reply came back almost instantly.
‘Uh. Did you mean to send me this?’
What did he mean? It was just Caleb’s bright pink hair, of course he wanted to show his buddy.
But when Caleb looked at the pic he had sent, he was filled with confusion.
The photo was him in the mirror, completely naked. He had forgotten he wasn’t wearing any clothes. His back was towards the mirror, his upper torso twisted so that his face and the sides of his pecs were visible. You could barely even see his pink hair! Of course, that made his big, round bubble butt the center of focus. The guys always teased him about having cakes, but Caleb usually just ignored it.
He had no idea why he had posed like that. Why he sent a pic of his bubble butt to his bro when he was just supposed to show off his hair. His brain was foggy, he thought he would have caught something like that before he had hit send. He figured he could brush off the strange photo and send another pic of his hair this time.
‘What do you think, bro?’ was what he sent instead.
‘👀’ Jay replied, followed by several peach emojis and then a crying/laughing emoji.
‘I meant the hair lol’ Caleb texted back.
Now was the time to correct his mistake. Caleb would just take another photo, this time from the front, so there could be no confusion.
‘Those look good too bro haha’ was Jay’s unexpected reply.
Caleb reviewed the second photo he had sent and fell back into confusion. Why had he posed like that? The pic was taken at a slightly higher, tilted angle. Caleb was winking, with his mouth wide open and his tongue hanging out, a strange expression that almost looked like he…
No wait, that wasn’t even the worst part. Because of the angle, most of the pic’s focus was on his heaving pecs, the two mounds of muscle jutting out prominently from his trim upper body. In fact, the top of his head was out of frame.
‘Growing melons and peaches, I see’ Jay followed up.
Fuck this photo stuff. Maybe Caleb just couldn’t capture his hair for whatever reason. He wasn’t great at taking selfies anyways. Guess Jay would just have to see it in person.
‘Want a closer look bro?’ Caleb sent.
He saw the “texting” bubbles show up on his screen, then disappear, then appear again, repeating that pattern several times until Jay’s reply finally came.
‘U serious?’
‘Yeah bro, I wanna show you somethin, come over.’
Jay didn’t live very far from Caleb’s apartment, so he only had a few minutes to put some clothes on. He went to grab whatever was clean from his hamper, but found it mysteriously empty.
Oh, that’s right. Today was laundry day. All of Caleb’s clothes were in the wash.
He rummaged around in his drawer, looking for something, even an old, dirty jockstrap. He fingers touched some soft fabric in the far back of his drawer, and he pulled it out, relieved he had found something.
His heart sank when he realized what it was. Last year, he had won a tiny pink thong as part of a game at a frat party. He took the thing home, figuring he could convince some chick to wear it; it was a pretty sexy thong after all.
The doorbell rang, and Caleb realized he didn’t have time to debate whether or not to put the tiny underwear on. He figures wearing something would be less weird than greeting his bro stark naked, so he hopped into the thong.
He was surprised at how easily the soft material slid up his beefy legs, over his big round bubble butt, settling nicely in between his massive cheeks. He figured wearing one would be pretty uncomfortable, but it actually felt kinda good rubbing against his hole.
Caleb didn’t even have time to look at himself in the mirror before the doorbell rang again, and he rushed over to let his bro in. Didn’t want to keep Jay waiting, after all…
As soon as the door swung open, Jay’s eyes practically popped out of his head, his jaw dropping in utter shock. Okay, yeah, his hair was pink. It wasn’t THAT crazy, was it?
As Jay stepped inside, he quickly closed the door behind him. “What the FUCK, Caleb?” he said in a hushed voice.
“I know bro, it’s pink! Can you believe that? I didn’t mean to grab it!” Caleb said, referring to the mix-up with the hair dye. He turned around so his buddy could see the back of his head, too.
Jay’s eyes roamed up and down Caleb’s body, taking in every detail, paying special attention to his fat, juicy ass.
“Bro, it’s not just pink… it’s. FUCK! What the hell, it looks even bigger?”
“Bigger? Bruh…” Caleb said. His voice sounded weird… almost like it was a little deeper. What was Jay even talking about?
Jay adjusted his crotch, which wasn’t that unusual. Guys had to adjust their balls every now and again, especially when their blood ran south. Caleb himself had done it plenty of times, especially looking at hot chicks.
Actually, the thong was really comfortable, he didn’t feel the need to adjust at all, even though the pouch had seemed pretty damn small.
“What the fuck is going on?” Jay asked, like he couldn’t believe it.
“Uh… I dunno bro… I asked you to come over, cuz I wanted to show you…” Caleb trailed off. His head felt so foggy. What did he want to show Jay? Something pink, he thought. Man, he was getting so forgetful.
Caleb looked in the mirror. He wanted to show Jay something pink, something…. Oh yeah! He wanted to show Jay his pink thong!
“Yeah bro, what do you think? Do I look good?” Caleb said, turning around to show his backside to his bro, even giving his own cheek a light slap as if to emphasize the shape.
“Fuck…” Jay groaned under his breath.
“Bro, maybe it has gotten kind of bigger? Man, I must have been killing it with the squats. You guys always said I had cakes, right?” Caleb chuckled.
“Fuck…” Jay growled again, “they really have gotten bigger. How the fuck…? I saw you yesterday!”
“I dunno bro! Maybe I just got blessed by the, like, the Gainz Godz or something!” Caleb giggled. “Maybe you should take a closer look, just to be sure!”
Jay didn’t need to be asked twice. He got down on his knees behind his bro, hands instantly grabbing the jiggly assflesh attached to his teammate, kneading those cheeks like they were dough.
“Damn, that feels good bro! I could really use a glute massage, I think!” Caleb giggled again.
“Bend over, fuck!” Jay commanded, and normally Caleb wouldn’t be so quick to obey, but Jay sounded like he really wanted Caleb to bend over, and hey, who was he to deny his bro?
Jay grabbed both cheeks and spread them, revealing the pink thong in between, the strap so thin it barely covered Caleb’s pink, tight little hole.
Jay's grip tightened, fingers pressing deep into the plump, yielding flesh of Caleb’s ass. The jock’s body was built thick, heavy with muscle and just a touch of softness, but now? Now his glutes had swollen into obscene perfection, a perfect bubble butt that defied all logic. And that thong—God-fucking-damn that thong. It barely existed, just a whisper of pink lace vanishing into the deep cleft between Caleb’s cheeks.
Jay’s breath hitched. His fingers squeezed, tested, kneaded. Fuck, it felt good—soft but firm, pliant under his hands but undeniably strong. Caleb giggled again, the sound airheaded and playful, as if he didn’t have a damn clue what was happening, as if he thought this was just a bro-tier ass massage and not the most sinful thing Jay had ever done in his life.
“Damn, Jay, you’re really into this, huh?” Caleb shifted his weight, arching his back, pressing his ass harder into Jay’s hands, and Jay nearly blacked out from sheer lust.
“Yeah…” His voice was hoarse. “Yeah, bro. Gotta make sure your glutes are, uh, in top condition.”
Caleb hummed in agreement, hips wiggling. “Feels fuckin’ great. You got, like, magic hands or something?”
Jay’s eyes were locked onto that tight little thong strap, his thumbs hooked into the flesh on either side of it, stretching Caleb’s cheeks apart. His best bro was bent over, ass on full display, barely covered, perfectly presented—and fuck if Jay wasn’t getting hard just looking at him.
This wasn’t normal. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go. They were supposed to be talking about hair dye, not whatever this was. But Jay wasn’t about to stop. Not when he had Caleb right here, bent over like a dumb little himbo slut, completely unaware of how hot he looked.
Jay’s thumbs pressed in, pushing the fabric of the thong deeper between Caleb’s cheeks.
“Shit, bro, careful,” Caleb murmured, shifting his weight. “That feels…weird. But like…not bad?”
Jay’s breath was heavy, fingers flexing against all that perfect, fat ass. “Yeah?” he rasped. “Not bad, huh?”
Caleb giggled again, and Jay felt like he was losing his fucking mind.
Jay swallowed hard, his throat dry as sandpaper, his hands refusing to let go of the obscene handfuls of Caleb’s thick, jiggly ass. It was like his fingers had a mind of their own, kneading, groping, spreading—watching how the deep cleft between his bro’s cheeks swallowed up that barely-there pink thong. His best friend’s body had always been a temple of gains, broad and muscled, but now? Now it was something else entirely. Something softer, something filthier, something that made Jay’s pulse hammer against his skin like a drumline at kickoff.
And Caleb? That big, dumb jock giggled, totally oblivious, shifting his weight from foot to foot, making his ass bounce in Jay’s grasp like he was teasing him on purpose. Like he was built for this, like he needed this.
“Dude,” Caleb murmured, voice lazy and breathy, “you’re like…really into this glute massage, huh?”
Jay exhaled sharply, nostrils flaring. “Yeah, bro. You got some serious…uh, gains.”
“Right?” Caleb perked up, twisting to glance over his shoulder, pink-dyed hair a mess, bright eyes lit with that clueless enthusiasm that made Jay’s gut tighten. “I thought my ass was like…pretty big before, but now it’s like, damn, bro, you ever seen glutes this fuckin’ massive?”
Jay’s fingers dug in. Too much. Caleb should’ve realized this was weird by now. He should’ve turned around, laughed it off, asked some questions. But instead, all he did was arch his back, practically presenting himself, ass on full display, that tiny strip of pink lace swallowed by the obscene swell of his new, impossible gains.
Jay clenched his jaw. “You sure that hair dye didn’t do something weird, man?”
Caleb laughed, flipping his blue-pink locks dramatically. “Pfft, what? Nah, bro, I just got, like, super genetics or some shit.”
Jay was about to call bullshit. About to say something. But then Caleb bent lower—way lower—hands on his knees, ass jutting out, spreading open just from the sheer mass of those fat, bouncing cheeks. Jay’s vision tunneled, locked onto the tiny thong cutting deep between Caleb’s ass, onto the plump, pink flesh barely covered by that pathetic scrap of fabric.
And then Caleb giggled again. Giggled.
“Dude, you ever think about how, like, glute mass directly correlates to explosive sprint speed?” Caleb mused, rolling his hips absentmindedly, making that fat ass jiggle in Jay’s grip. “Maybe this is just, like, the next stage of my athletic development, y’know?”
Jay’s fingers twitched. His brain screamed at him to step back, to stop touching his best bro’s ass, to not notice how Caleb’s hole peeked out from beneath that pink strap every time he shifted. But his cock was already rock-fucking-hard, pressed tight against his jeans, throbbing.
And Caleb was just standing there, bent over, his new bubble butt spread wide open like an invitation.
Like he wanted Jay to do something.
Jay licked his lips.
“Bro,” he rasped, “I don’t think this is just gains.”
Caleb hummed, shifting his weight again, sending another sinful ripple through his glutes. “Mmm, you might be right,” he said lazily. “Maybe I should, like…test ‘em out? See how strong they are?”
He wiggled his ass in Jay’s face.
Jay groaned. Out loud.
Caleb gasped. “Bro, are you horny right now?”
Jay went stiff as a fucking board. His breath hitched, his grip tightening like a vice.
Caleb twisted to look at him, wide-eyed, lips parted.
Then, instead of pulling away, instead of laughing it off, Caleb…smirked.
“Damn,” he murmured, voice dropping lower, huskier, something lazy and teasing curling at the edges. “Guess these glutes are even stronger than I thought, huh?”
And then he pushed back. Hard.
Jay’s restraint snapped like a brittle twig.
Jay’s breath left him in a sharp, ragged exhale, his fingers still sunk deep into Caleb’s ridiculous ass. The jiggle, the obscene softness, the way that tiny pink thong dug in—it was too much. Way too much. His best friend had no fucking idea what he was doing, or maybe he did, maybe that dumbass himbo brain of his had been rewired along with his bubble-butt gains, turning him into something made to be touched, squeezed, fucked—
Jay’s hands slid lower. Caleb didn’t move away.
Didn’t even flinch.
If anything, he pressed back harder, his fat, muscled glutes grinding against Jay’s aching hard-on, dragging over the bulge straining his jeans like it was nothing, like it was normal. Like this was something they did all the time.
“Bro…” Jay’s voice was hoarse, wrecked. “The fuck are you doing?”
Caleb just giggled. Giggled, like a little slut.
“I dunno, bro,” he hummed, looking over his shoulder, pink hair falling messily over his forehead. “I mean, you’re the one who got all hard touching my ass.” He wiggled his hips, watching Jay’s reaction like he was testing him. “Maybe you wanna, like…use it?”
Jay blacked the fuck out.
His hands snapped to Caleb’s hips, yanking him back hard, grinding his clothed cock right against that pillowy ass, dragging it over the deep cleft between his cheeks. Caleb moaned—moaned, high and breathy and so fucking slutty Jay thought he was going to lose his mind.
“You want me to use it?” Jay growled against Caleb’s ear, voice dripping with something dark, something possessive, something that had been buried deep, something neither of them had ever acknowledged before now.
Caleb shuddered, fingers digging into his knees, back arching like a bitch in heat.
“Mmhmm,” he breathed, hips rolling back, offering himself.
Jay snapped.
His hands tore at the waistband of that tiny fucking thong, yanking it down, watching as it stretched over Caleb’s ridiculous ass before finally snapping free. Caleb gasped at the sudden exposure, but didn’t stop him. Didn’t protest. If anything, he spread his legs a little wider, back arching deeper, like his dumb jock brain had already decided that this was right, that this was what his new bubble butt was for.
Jay groaned, pressing his forehead against Caleb’s shoulder, fingers trailing down the cleft of his bro’s ass, feeling just how soft, how warm, how ready he was—
Jay fumbled with his zipper, releasing his rock hard cock. And then he spat in his hand, lined himself up, and dove in.
Caleb gasped—high, breathy, wrecked—as Jay’s cock pushed in.
Thick. Deep. Stretching him wide.
His fingers dug into his knees, back arched like a porn star, bubble butt spread, swallowing Jay inch by inch. His pink-dyed hair stuck to his forehead, his mouth hanging open, a soft, needy whimper slipping free as Jay bottomed out.
“Fff—fuck, bro,” Caleb whined, rolling his hips back, taking it even deeper.
Jay gritted his teeth, gripping Caleb’s waist so tight it was gonna leave bruises. “God damn,” he growled, barely holding himself together, feeling that perfect ass clench around him, like Caleb’s dumb, slutty jock body had been made for this.
Caleb giggled, but it was breathless, hazy, dazed.
“Bro, you feel so…so big,” he whined, pushing back, desperate, needing more. “I—I think my ass was, like, made for this or somethin’…”
Jay lost it. He snapped his hips forward. And then he fucked, HARD.
His hands dug into Caleb’s bouncing, jiggling ass, pulling him back with every thrust, grinding deep, making his best bro take it, making him feel it. Caleb was nothing but gasps, moans, slutty little whimpers as he let himself get pounded, his new bubble butt rippling with every snap of Jay’s hips.
The pink thong hung uselessly around one thick, muscled thigh. His abs clenched. His cock dripped. His body rocked under Jay’s grip, shaking with every deep, brutal thrust.
His brain was completely gone. Nothing left but the desperate, needy cries spilling from his lips.
Jay was wrecking him. Fucking his best bro so deep Caleb wasn’t ever gonna be able to sit right again. Jay wasn’t gonna stop until that dumb jock knew who he fucking belonged to.
Caleb’s arms trembled, legs shaking, back arched so deep his pink-dyed hair brushed his broad, muscled shoulders. His body rocked—forward, back, forced into the rhythm Jay set. His once-pristine jock brain was gone, lost to the haze, the heat, the overwhelming stretch of his best bro breaking him in.
“Fff-fuck—” Caleb whimpered, his voice high, needy, barely coherent. “Jay, bro, I—fuck—I can’t—”
Jay didn’t stop. His hands locked on Caleb’s fat, bouncing bubble butt, holding him in place, forcing him to take every deep, brutal thrust. Caleb gasped, hips rolling back on instinct, his body needing it now, chasing it, craving it, completely lost to the pleasure Jay was forcing into him.
The thong was gone—ripped off, forgotten. His thick, muscled thighs quivered. His perfect, jiggly ass was bouncing obscenely, clapping back against Jay’s hips, taking it.
“Fffuck, bro, I—I’m gonna—”
Jay’s grip tightened. He slammed deep, hitting the spot inside Caleb that seemed to make the jock shake like an electric shock, like a button that was wired straight to his pleasure center. He aimed right for that spot, overloading Caleb with pleasure until the jock came, hard, shaking, moaning like a slut.
Jay felt it, felt the way Caleb’s entire dumb, wrecked jock body clenched, locked up, milking him, demanding everything Jay had to give. He buried himself, fingers sinking deep into Caleb’s sweat-slicked round globes, pressing them together, hips flush, groaning as he emptied himself. His cock nestled firmly inside his bro’s velvety warm tight hole, the small spasms massaging his cock as he unloaded inside it, shot after shot of warm cum injected directly into his bro’s hole. It must have been one of the biggest loads of his life, a load he’d been saving up for way too long, since the day he saw how fat his Caleb’s ass was, and now it was even fatter. Now Caleb was HIS.
His best bro. His dumb jock. His fucking slut.
Caleb just giggled, breathless, wrecked, his muscles limp, used up.
“Damn, bro…” he mumbled, voice thick, ruined. “Think I, like…really love my new glutes…”
Jay smirked, pressing his palm flat against Caleb’s still-bouncing bubble butt, watching it jiggle under his touch.
“Yeah,” Jay murmured. “Me too, bro. Me too.”
Jay glanced at the bathroom, the door slightly open, enough to see the open box for the mysterious pink hair dye. It started off as a prank, but the results were far beyond his wildest expectations.
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