New Year . . . Same Ben!

One of the commission winners wanted a story about Ben, and I was more than happy to oblige.

Ben heads to a New Years Eve party but, as is typical with Ben, things don't go as planned and he has New Year like no other!

I hope you guys enjoy this one, and if you do, please give it some love.

Despite how quickly it had flown by, Ben had to admit that he had had one hell of a holiday season. Thanksgiving back home with his folks had been a week of food and relaxation, followed by a few easy weeks at college hanging out and indulging, before a Christmas packed with sweet treats. Now that New Year’s Eve had arrived, Ben was almost a little disappointed.

Ben had spent the last two days in his room doing nothing but game, nap, watch tv and eat. His floor was covered in empty takeout cartons, pizza boxes and chocolate boxes. He had well and truly indulged himself during the holiday season.

But it was New Year’s Eve, and Ben was attending a big formal event with some friends. It had been Alex’s idea, and he’d organised the whole thing. There was a fancy ball being held at one of the old buildings on campus and Alex had managed to score ten tickets, one of which he gave to Ben. Alex had organised everything back in October, so when Ben headed home for Thanksgiving, he made sure to bring his best suit and his dress shoes back to college with him.

Looking at the time, Ben realised that he would be cutting it fine if he didn’t get off of his butt and hit the shower. He definitely didn’t want to be running late and having to turn up hot and sweaty, and a total mess.

Nearly an hour later, Ben had trimmed his beard down to a stylish stubble, taken a shower, polished his dress shoes and pulled his suit and shirt from his closet. He was just taking a breather on the edge of his bed as he contemplated what undies to wear.

“It is a formal occasion,” he said to himself, knowing that he should wear something formal under his suit, but staring at the pair of skimpy purple briefs that he’d pulled out of his underwear drawer.

Sure, they were a little on the small side, and sure, they were a little bit skimpy and maybe a little slutty, but it was New Year’s Eve and Ben wanted to feel his best.

Deciding to just go for it, Ben dropped his towel to reveal his thick thighs and meaty, furry bubble butt, and pulled up the purple bikini briefs. The waistband was tiny, barely half an inch thick, and it was stretched to its limit when Ben got them in place. The soft purple material barely covered his cheeks at all, immediately wedging between them like a thong. The pouch at the front wasn’t much better, dipping low to show off his trimmed pubes and the base of his cock.

But despite how small they were, Ben couldn’t help but think he looked sexy. Yes, his belly was a little bigger and his pecs were a little softer and furrier than before, but his arms were still thick and solid, his shoulders still muscular and his thighs and his butt were still as thick and juicy as ever, if not more so.

Smiling, Ben grabbed the pair of sheer socks he’d bought with his patent leather dress shoes and pulled them on, loving the way the material whispered against his calves as he pulled them up.

Then came time for the white shirt.

Ben knew he’d probably gained a couple of pounds over the holidays but when he put his arms into the shirt, he knew he’d be in trouble. It was very tight. He sucked in his stomach to button it and felt the sweat building on his forehead and under his arms as he tried to button the shirt as quickly as he could. The last button was a real struggle, but he managed to do it up.

However, when he let himself breathe out, his eyes widened at the sight in the mirror. The buttons gaped . . . really gaped. His chest hair showed through the gap between the buttons on his chest and then a gap that couldn’t be hidden between the last two buttons showed an expanse of furry stomach.

“Hopefully my tie will cover it,” he said as he turned left and right, tugging at the material in a desperate attempt to stretch something that had no give.

Ben put on his tie, tied it in a Windsor Knot like his grandpa had taught him, and was relieved that the silver-grey tie covered most of the overworked buttons on his shirt, except the last one. Ben breathed in and decided that he’d just have to try and keep his stomach in to avoid exposing it to everyone at the party.

Next came the navy suit pants, and after the shirt, Ben was sweaty and nervous. He got them as far as his thighs before he realised how impossible the situation was. With much wrestling, grunting and cursing, he managed to get the suit pants over his epic ass, but they were stretched as tight as a drum. He could barely get the zipper up and there was no way he could do up the button.

“Maybe if I wear a belt,” he wondered, praying that would work, which it mercifully did. The belt hid the fact the button was undone, and the fact that the zipper was an inch from the top.

Feeling somewhat relieved, and seeing that he was now running late, Ben carefully bent down to put his patent leather dress shoes on and finished the outfit with his navy suit jacket – a jacket that dug uncomfortably into him under the arms where it was so snug.

By the time Ben arrived at the old memorial building, he’d managed to cool off in the cab, and was managing to keep his stomach sucked in.

The building had been decked out in black, silver and white balloons with everyone looking incredible in suits, tuxedos and dazzling gowns.

Ben found Alex and his group of friends, and they were soon knocking back drinks, dancing and having the best night.

It was around 10pm that Ben had his first mishap. He’d gone to get another drink but noticed that one of his shoelaces had come undone, so he carefully bent down, praying his pants would survive when . . . one of the buttons burst off his shirt and shot across the floor.

“Oh fuck,” he said, standing up quickly and looking down.

The bottom button on his shirt had come off and it was now very obvious how snug his shirt was, his furry tummy on show. He tried to pull his jacket closed but it was way too tight to button.

“Just ignore it. Maybe no one will notice,” he said to himself.

Ben returned to his friends, mercifully on the darkened dancefloor, and carried on with his night. Although, he stopped dancing quite so vigorously, concerned by how tight his pants felt against his thighs and his ass.

It was just after 11pm when Ben had had one too many drinks and needed to hit the restroom. He was about to head to the urinals when he remembered through his drink-addled brain that his belt was the thing holding up his suit pants, so he quickly detoured into one of the cubicles, locking the door behind him.

Ben wasn’t sure how, but the belt seemed to be tighter than it was before, and it took a lot of brute strength to get the buckle free from the glossy leather.

Sighing with relief, Ben yanked down the zipper and realised that one of his balls was hanging out of the pouch of his briefs.

“Oops,” he chuckled as he readjusted himself.

After relieving himself, Ben sighed before trying to pull up the zipper on his pants. He knew it would be a struggle, but after so many drinks, it felt impossible to ever have had the zipper up in the first place.

“Oh, come on,” Ben groaned as he pulled harder.

And that’s when it happened . . . there was a small ripping sound, and the zipper came free in his hand.

“Oh, fuck,” he gasped, his pants now wide open, his purple briefs and his pubes on show.

Ben tossed the zipper, knowing he’d never get it back on, and wrestled to get his belt done back up. It took a lot of work, but eventually the belt was closed, his pants looked just about like they were done up properly and despite his shirt being damp with sweat, he was ready to return to the party.

It was only a short while later than Ben felt an unusual breath of cool air in a place he shouldn’t be feeling one. He’d been standing with his friends as some of them danced and some of them chatted about Alex disappearing with his latest conquest, when Ben felt it. A breeze on his crotch. He subtly looked down and blushed deeply when he saw that his pants had parted at the broken fly and his trimmed pubes, and the base of his cock, were on show.

Ben excused himself to get another drink and headed to the darker edges of the dancefloor so he could readjust his pants. He couldn’t believe that he’d been seconds away from his friends practically seeing his dick.

“Why the hell did I wear these stupid briefs?” he muttered to himself as he headed back towards his friends, his eyes on his pants the entire time.

Ben stayed as still as a statue as the clock ticked down closer to midnight. He was damp under his arms from sweating so much and his tight shirt was stuck to his back. His briefs were wedged so far between his cheeks that they were starting to chafe, and his suit pants were digging into his thighs so much that he was worried they’d just explode off of him.

But then, it was nearly time for the ball to drop.

The music stopped as everyone joined in with the countdown, and Ben forgot himself as someone thrust a glass of bubbly into his hand and his friends put their arms around each other as they yelled “Five . . . four . . . three . . . two . . . one . . . HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

Ben yelled with the rest of them and grinned at his friends as they all hugged and kissed. He completely forgot about his discomfort and his outfit, even as Alex reappeared, thumping him on the back and causing Ben, in surprise to stumble forward.

In his slightly drunken state, Ben stood on his loose shoelace that he hadn’t done up earlier and found himself tripping and falling forward. He slammed down on to his hands and knees and that’s when it happened . . .

RRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPPPPPPPP

Ben’s suit pants exploded down the rear seam, from waistband to crotch. His thick meaty bubble butt bounced into view; his skimpy purple briefs wedged between his cheeks.

“Oh fuck,” Ben gasped, feeling how loose his suit pants now were.

In a panic, he jumped to his feet and spun around, but the combination of the fall and the movement meant that his suit pants had flapped open at the front, and worse, his briefs had tugged down even lower so everyone could see his pubes and his dick on full show.

“Woah, buddy! It’s not that kind of party,” Alex said as he howled with laughter.

Ben spun away from his friends, desperate to give himself some cover, but all he did was flashed them his furry bubble butt instead.

“I think someone needs go and change,” Alex said, giving one of Ben’s cheeks a loud slap.

Ben jumped, the slap and the embarrassment making his dick start to throb to life.

“Oh no, not here,” Ben whimpered.

Ben yelled bye to his friends and hurried across the dance floor, one hand on his bouncing butt and one hand covering the broken fly.

People laughed and pointed as he rushed past, but he paid them no mind. He just had to get out of there!

I got carried away and exceeded the word limit on this one, but I feel there's more to go . . . what do you guys think? Comment below!