Photo Story #42

When Matthew got dressed that morning, he knew he was taking a risk. He hadn't worn the pinstripe suit pants for over a year. The last time, they'd been so tight that he'd spent the entire day having to slip off to the restroom just so that he could undo the button and fly and give himself a quiet moment to be able to breathe.

So, yes, Matthew knew there was a risk that he'd spend the day feeling uncomfortable, but he hoped it would be worth it.

Matthew was up for a promotion, and the guy hiring had made it very clear that he had a massive crush on him, so Matthew planned to utilise every asset to get the new role.

And by every asset . . . he meant his incredible butt.

Matthew had always had an amazing ass, ever since he was a teenager and he'd played football at high school. It had taken very little work to grow it and then maintain it, and Matthew frequently used his ample cheeks to get him what he wanted.

As much as tended to avoid tight pants in the office, desperate times called for desperate measures.

Matthew arrived in the office and was already starting to regret his wardrobe choice. The waistband of his pinstripe pants dug painfully into his skin, and the material was so tight on his thick thighs that it creased along the seams where it was being pulled so taught.

"Good morning, Matthew," Tim, the guy who was hiring for the new role, said as Matthew poured himself a coffee in the break room.

"Morning Tim," Matthew said with a smile before turning around and ensuring that Tim got the perfect view of his bubble butt straining against the seams of his suit pants.

"Wow! Looking . . . sharp today, Matthew," Tim said, his shy smile spreading into a wide grin.

"I believe it's important to dress your best for the roles you want to achieve," Matthew said, internally hating himself for sounding like such a suck up.

"Then you'll definitely go far with this organisation," Tim said, still grinning like the cat who got the cream. "Perhaps you'd like to drop by my office later and have a chat about the new role on my team."

Matthew grinned. "I'd love to. Just let me know what time works."

Tim agreed and slowly left the break room, barely able to take his eyes off of the sight of Matthew in his insanely tight suit pants.

Matthew was over the moon. He'd never expected Tim to actually invite him in for a chat.

The entire morning passed in a blur for Matthew as he counted down to 2pm. Tim had sent him a meeting invite and he had accepted immediately. Despite the constant discomfort from his ridiculously tight suit pants, Matthew was having a great day.

Granted, there had been a moment when he'd sat down in his chair and heard a pop, but he'd thoroughly inspected every seam of his pants and they were perfectly intact, even if they were stretched to their limit.

When 2pm came around, Matthew made sure his shirt was tucked in perfectly and he entered Tim's office. Tim sat behind his desk with a smile and asked Matthew to close the door.

In his haste to sit down, Matthew knocked some papers off of one of the shelves near the door and immediately apologised to Tim before bending over to grab them. Unfortunately, he didn't consider the physics implications behind this speedy and bend and as his fingers brushed the papers, there was a loud RRRRRIIIIIIPPPPPPPP.

Matthew gasped as he felt his suit pants relax slightly, and he gingerly felt behind him, but when he touched his butt, all he felt were his slightly fuzzy cheeks.

"Oh fuck, I went commando," Matthew thought, his cheeks going pink and sweat breaking out across his forehead.

"It would appear your pants have ripped, Matthew," Tim said, his eyes wide and his mouth salivating.

Matthew turned around, his back to the door. "Yes, they have, but if it's all the same, I'd like to continue our conversation. I wouldn't want to let a little accident prevent any discussions about the new role."

Tim looked suitably impressed and gestured for Matthew to take a seat.

Being careful, Matthew took small steps to the chair and slowly lowered himself down to the seat. There were no further rips . . . until he decided to spread his thighs.

RRRRIIIIIPPPPPPPP!

The rip in the rear seam spread to the crotch and as Matthew spread his legs, the seams tore in all directions, his cock and balls flopping out for a hungry-eyed Tim to drool over.

"Oh fuck!" Matthew gasped, immediately closing his legs and putting his hands over his crotch.

"Do you still wish to continue?" Tim asked with a grin.

Matthew considered for a second before nodding. Yes, he would stay. He had no idea how the hell he'd get home in this state, but if Tim was practically drooling over the sight of him with his ripped pants, then who was he to get up and leave?