Barasyte: Chapter 3

Bray shuffled into the apartment, his large 6'3" frame barreling through the living room and toward the bathroom door as he tossed his keys onto a nearby table.

He wore a XXXL black tanktop, plump pecs overspilling into the arm openings and large, jiggly gut lapping over the waistband of his painted-on polyester shorts, tight and straining over the overpumped melons that were his asscheeks. There was indeed a large muscular frame underneath his ample adipose, but the big eater within him made sure his physique of yesteryear would remain buried under more and more flab. Not that he minded throwing his weight around.

Which is what he did when he normally opened doors, allowing his bulk to push it open quicker in times of emergency. Like now, when he had to take a piss after over hydrating at the gym. But when he went to turn the doorknob, it was met with locked resistance as the rest of his bulk flattened and slammed against the door, love handles, gut and pecs set to jigging wildly. The door creaked, and Bray thought he could hear the sound of wood splintering somewhere. Shit.

"Yo man, you in there?" Bray called. "I really gotta take a leak!"

He heard some shuffling, and an unlocking of the door. Bray opened it immediately and nearly bowled over his friend on his way to the toilet, his flabby gut colliding into Andre's bulk. The stout Polish weightlifter didn't need to be tall to be imposing, Bray knew. People moved outta his way when he walked through a crowd, same as they did for Bray, and he was a heck of a lot taller than the little tank.

Was it just him, though, or did Andre seem more imposing than usual? He could have sworn that Andre's bulk seemed wider in the doorway in the split second Bray pushed past him, and felt his soft belly collide into something round and firm, too broad to be a stray elbow.

He was already at the toilet bowl and reached under his sizable paunch, whipping out his large cock and balls, the root partially consumed by a plump, dark fatpad. Almost immediately, a strong urine stream began to fly.

Andre stood in the doorway awkwardly, surprised that his friend barely noticed his ungainly muscle gut pushing out over his waistband. He watched his buddy sigh contentedly as he relieved himself, the urine stream staying strong as it hit the porcelain of the bowl. Andre's eyes focused on the steady stream for a few seconds, his mind becoming cloudy for a moment. A strong, rippling flex suddenly clenched from just behind his navel, radiating outward, like an uncomfortable squirming sensation. He grunted, immediately placing a hand on his protruding stomach and shook his head, quickly ambling toward his room for a shirt to cover the damn thing.

Bray finished up his business, giving his tool a few shakes for good measure before flushing the toilet. He could smell a heady odor and lifted an arm to sniff his own armpit. His BO wasn't that strong, was it? Looks like his after-workout shower could not wait.

"Hey Andre, gonna rinse real quick," Bray called outside the bathroom door before closing it. He turned around and stepped over to the glass door of the walk-in shower, sliding it open. The heady, BO smell seemed to be getting stronger, causing Bray to chuckle.

"Phew! Fuckin' stink," he said, stripping his tanktop and shorts off. His black pair of underwear stretched against the curves of his ample ass and hamstrings, accentuating his proportions. He then hooked his thumbs into the snug waistband, snaking under his soft overhang and love handles that were deeply indented by the tight elastic strip. He pulled it down slowly past his massive thighs, reminding himself he needed to upgrade his underwear size, and that he should probably research where he could actually find that next size.

His dark, thick yet soft shaft swung lazily from within its fleshy pad that partially enveloped his ballsack as well. He stepped into the shower, mind beginning to wander as he turned the knob to start the shower flow. He shivered in pleasure as the warm water enveloped him, already pre-heated due to Andre showering before him. There was a lot of real estate to cover, as Bray had quite the big-boy frame. His ass stuck out behind him, counter-weighing his big belly, which he rubbed vigorously with soap.

As he moved, his large ass rubbed up against the walls of the diminutive shower space. He felt some sort of slippery slickness from the dark walls, touching the sensitive skin of his behind, feeling like there was some sort of soapy residue on the shower wall. He turned to look at the wall while applying bodywash to one of his armpits. Whatever it was, his asscheeks had smeared it, the water from the shower was already washing the remaining slime down the drain. He shrugged, assuming it was excess bodywash lather from Andre showering before him, his subconscious mind pushing aside an uncomfortable thought as the musky smell in the small space persisted.

Water cascaded down both round ass cheeks as he turned, some of the slime coating the top of both cheeks as well as inside his crack. The water covering the strong, jiggly masses was the perfect medium for several tiny PALs residing inside the ejaculate coating to wriggle and slip down deeper into his asscheeks.

Bray suddenly felt a prickling, itching sensation in his ass. He probably had some sweat irritation built up from his workout, and needed to clean between them. He began knifing a lathered hand down his crack, twisting uncomfortably due to his size in both back and front. The itching intensified for a second before Bray felt a sharp pain shoot through his sphincter, causing it to clench suddenly. He yelped, plunging his hand and fingers into his cheeks to probe the area in more detail. He shuddered as one of his digits brushed the ring of muscle, which was still tightly clenched and now throbbing dully from the sharp, itching pain. His pulse quickened as he felt the ridges of the ring, wondering what the hell happened and whether he needed to get it checked, a sudden heat rising to his face. What made it all worse was the smell in the shower, which seemed to be intensifying to his nostrils, going from technicolor to 4K  in the span of seconds. His mind seemed to buzz, as if he had just downed several drinks, while his fingers continued to probe his clenched anus.

His breathing became calmer as his sphincter slowly, steadily, began to loosen. He continued to run his shaking fingers around the ring, relaxing it even more. As soon as the diameter of his hole was nickel-sized, he experimentally poked it with his pinky finger. He gasped, as the sphincter contracted forcefully around his pinky finger, locking it in a vice grip before suddenly opening again, allowing Bray to yank it out in surprise, further agitating the sensitive tissue. He bit the side of his cheek, resisting the urge to moan. The shooting itch was inflamed once again, his anus clenching tightly, but it felt different this time. By clenching tightly, it felt like the anus was scratching the phantom itch that was plaguing him. Every few seconds, his sphincter would relax, before the itching sensation began to build up within the sensitive anal tissue, causing the ring to spontaneously contract anew.

And every single time, Bray was taken aback by the shock of pleasure that came with it. He removed his shaking hand and stood there, panting. He mentally tried to deny the feeling, not liking the insinuations it placed on him.

As he stood there, the unabating water streams continued to pelt his large body, running over his broad shoulders and down the center of his back, flowing between his plump asscheeks. He was oblivious to the water flowing down into that anal ring of pleasure, each successive opening instantly absorbing any water that found itself inside. The human anus, already flush with nerve endings, was nothing compared to the pleasure powder keg that Bray now possessed. His nerve endings were multiplied tenfold, causing an instant jolting reaction to anything that touched it. Even a random speck of dust would be enough to trigger the autonomous clenching reaction. Three PALs had inserted themselves into the sensitive tissue, plunging into the ring as well as his colon, merging and turning the whole thing into one giant G-spot. The PALs had mutated the tissue even further, ensuring that no water molecules could escape. Bray’s anal tissue could now absorb moisture and water through a fast-acting, reverse-osmosis process. In the same way that a human nose could become runny in the span of seconds when exposed to an irritant, the surface of Bray’s sphincter and part of his colon could now greedily absorb water with the help of a strong, clenching suction.

Just like Andre before him, Bray’s body was acting against his wishes, becoming a human storage tank for the symbiotic creatures. Each clench of the ring of muscle resulted in the absorption of several ounces of water from the constant trickle running directly into his ass cleavage. The PALs that now functioned as one entity delivered the moisture via a series of tubing, tubing that now invaded his large gluteus muscles and plentiful fat pockets. Imperceptibly, as his posterior muscles and fat stores began to fill with water, they expanded, pushing the generous layer of adipose outward, swelling his prodigious ass circumference a generous inch and a half. Bray always had a large ass, but it was giving a new meaning to the phrase “bubble butt” as his cheeks guzzled more and more mass. The skin of his asscheeks grew slightly more sensitive as it stretched to cover both bulging globes that seemed to be engorging with more rump meat than minutes previously.

Bray turned off the shower, shaking his head and grumbling to himself. The smell of Andre’s cum had finally abated, the “musk” Bray had been subjected to having run its course. He didn’t know it of course, but the PAL-enhanced pheromones within the odor played a large role in calming him down, filling him with oblivious confidence and assurance.

There was nothing wrong with him, he thought, still in a buzzed trance. His mind couldn’t quite process the feeling of dissociation when his ass cheeks jiggled more than usual, like two large jello, alien masses attached to him. Sliding on his briefs, he barely noticed that the fabric was stretching far more than usual to contain the much larger lobes of fat. The waistband of the briefs pinched tightly several inches below the tops of both cheeks, excess soft fat bulging out at the top.

He let out a heaving deep breath, setting various parts of his body quivering. His sphincter clenched once again for good measure, forcing a resounding “oof…” of pleasure from the big man before he opened the bathroom door and stomped on the way to his room.