Photo Story #48

When Chris first started working in an office, he hadn't anticipated the effect it would have on his body. As a construction worker, he'd been on his feet and lifting and carrying all day, but now, he was sat down for most of the day . . . and that didn't include the fact that he worked in an office with an incredibly well stocked snack bar.

After his first month, Chris had started to notice that the waistband on his pants was a little harder to do up each morning, not to mention that the buttons on his shirts had started gaping.

By the second month, Chris knew that he'd gained some weight and his pants were nearly impossible to button each morning, the button creaking ominously every time he breathed out.

There had been two separate occasions where he'd lost a button on his shirt, and his new paunchy tummy was nothing compared to his thicker thighs and his even thicker butt.

Chris knew he was playing Russian roulette on a daily basis with his outfits, but there was something almost erotic about the feeling of his pants digging into his thighs, or the feel of the rear seam stretching between his cheeks every time he sat down.

He couldn't explain it, but it was sexy as hell.

"Woah, dude. You look . . . different," one of his buddies said one weekend at the bar they met to play pool.

Chris chuckled and patted his stomach. "Yeah, office work certainly takes a toll on the body."

"No kidding," his buddy said with a laugh. "How much have you gained?"

Chris had no idea! He'd never even thought to get on the scales, even though he knew that he must have gained at least a stone or so by now.

That night, when he got home from the bar, Chris went straight to the bathroom, grabbed the scales and stood on them, his heart thundering in his chest as he watched the numbers creep up.

He'd gained nearly twenty pounds in two months!

Holy fuck!

But what was weirder for Chris was that seeing his new weight emblazoned on the digital scale, had another unexpected result . . . his cock was hard as granite and pressing painfully against the tight confines of his briefs.

Without wasting a second, Chris wrestled with the waistband of his suit pants, the button bursting off and flying across the bathroom, before he yanked down the zipper and the front of his briefs.

"Ah fuck," he groaned as he wrapped his fist around his dick.

Chris couldn't explain why he was so horny, but as he jerked himself off, his free hand travelled around to his meaty cheeks and he was soon groping and slapping them.

"Fuck yeah, chunky boy," he growled to himself as he tugged harder on his dick.

Within a matter of seconds, Chris was shooting his load over the bathroom floor, his left butt cheek bright red from the groping and spanking.

As he cleaned himself up, Chris couldn't help but wonder what had caused him to be so incredibly horned up. He looked at himself in the full length mirror when he stepped into his bedroom, and that's when it hit him.

He loved his new body.

Chris loved being a bit chunky, he loved how tight his clothes were, and he loved the constant sense of danger that came from sitting or squatting, and never knowing when your shirt button would pop or your pants would rip. Although, he hadn't had that happen just yet.

It was only a few days later that Chris experienced it!

He was in the office wearing a burgundy shirt that hugged every curve and barely buttoned, along with a pair of black suit pants that were skintight against his thick butt and his ever growing thighs.

Chris had indulged in an enormous pulled pork burger at lunch with a number of sides, and he was sweating slightly as he walked back towards his desk. He needed to use the restroom but he knew it would be a lot of effort to get his pants buttoned and his belt buckled again, so he decided to wait until later.

But later wouldn't happen.

Chris pulled his chair out from his desk and turned to sit, but as he lowered his butt, there was an almighty ripping sound as the rear seam of his pants finally gave up and his extra snug tight white briefs came into view.

The sound of the fabric ripping and the feel of his meaty ass bursting out of his pants had Chris' cock throbbing to full attention in a matter of seconds. Without even considering where he was, Chris groped his dick through his pants whilst his free hand explored the rip, enjoying the way his bare butt cheeks stuck out from the leg holes of the briefs.

"Ahhhhh fuck!"

And with that Chris came inside his briefs and his ripped pants, at his desk, in his cubicle, surrounded by co-workers.

The question now was how did he get home with his butt hanging out and the front of his pants leaking cum.