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The small coffee shop on the corner has always been my favorite place to study. Not too far of a walk from campus, but far enough that it’s not already overrun by my peers. Big enough to not feel cramped, but small enough that it doesn't feel empty. All around perfect. I’d been going there for years.
So imagine my surprise when I get there and there’s a standee out front advertising that they have a special drink—something I’d never seen here before.
The picture on the sign did look good though… even if the name was a conglomerate of probably-french words that I didn’t even dare try to pronounce. I had no clue what was in it, but I was adventurous enough to try it.
I went inside, stepping up to the counter. The barista inside was more than familiar with me after my regular visits.
“Hey Matt! The usual?” He asks.
“Actually, I’d like to try the.. uh… Cul… er–”
“The special?” He infers.
I blush slightly. “Yeah.”
“Coming right up!”
The barista turns to go make the drink, and I go find my usual table to get my laptop and books set up. I always sit at the one in the corner by the window. Plenty of good light, while also not inviting strangers to talk to me.
I’ve barely even set my bag on the table when immediately—
“Coffee for Matt!” The barista calls out.
I return to the counter. “That was fast.” I comment as I pick up the cup. It looks as good as the picture! “Especially since you seem to be working alone today.”
“I do my best!” The barista replies before stepping away.
I go back to my chosen table and pull out the chair, sitting down and shifting a bit to get comfortable.
That was my one complaint with this place—the chairs were a bit small. Though, admittedly, that was a problem I often had with places.
I happen to have a pretty sizable rear. It's mainly a genetics thing, since I’m otherwise skinny. No excess calories or squats to pin it on.
The unfortunate thing was that—while most would consider it a blessing—it didn't ever do me much good. People would claim jealousy about my melon-sized cheeks being such an “attractive feature,” but if that was the case, it had yet to do much attracting. All it had done for me was make chairs annoying and pants shopping even more so. It was—
DAMN. This coffee is GOOD. It tasted like my usual favorite coffee, but somehow even better. I certainly get why it’s labeled as “Special.”
But enough about me lamenting about my ass and praising a coffee. I had studying to get done. I flipped open my laptop and pulled out the first of the textbooks I needed to get notes from. I took another sip from the coffee as I waited for my laptop to boot up. I took another, longer sip while flipping through the pages of the book. I took an even longer sip as I…
…finished the coffee? Dang. I didn’t realize I’d chugged through it so fast. Ah, well. Hopefully the special is around long enough for me to get another next time.
Trying not to feel too dejected about the coffee, I began reading through the book, taking notes occasionally when something seemed especially important. I occasionally continued shifting in my chair.
Jeez, this chair was more uncomfortable than usual… my pants felt more ill-fitting than they did earlier, too, especially for being sweatpants…
I tried to ignore the discomfort, but it seemed to gradually be getting worse. What was going on?
I finally broke my gaze away from my notes and looked down. It took a moment to register that anything was weird, but that’s when I realized my thighs seemed a bit wider than they should be…
…and my butt seemed far wider…
…and it was clearly growing.
“What the-” I muttered quietly to myself, a hand instinctively moving to grab at one of the huge globes filling my pants. I could hear the seams of them creaking as I felt my ass expanding in my grasp.
The situation got more alarming when a low rumble came from my bowels. It wasn’t that loud… or at least, not as loud as the noise that followed;
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My expanding ass wobbled beneath me as a monster of a fart came out of me. That was by far the biggest bout of gas I’d ever had.
As it ended, I became suddenly aware of how quiet the coffee shop seemed. And that’s when I noticed that everyone was looking at me. Understandably so, after a fart like that.
Fortunately I was never the attention shy type—even if the reason for the attention wasn’t one I typically preferred. Besides, I had more pressing things to worry about—if the sound of splitting seams was anything to go by.
Another glance down revealed that my underwear was visible through several spots along the seams of my pants where the threads had given up containing my growing rear. My ass tearing pants was hardly anything new, honestly… it just didn’t happen this fast of course.
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That one was definitely a bigger one. I almost found myself hypnotizing by the way my ass jiggled from the fart.
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Jeez. That was even bigger, by far. It had to be at least a good 10 seconds straight. It almost managed to cover the sounds of my pants finally tearing off completely and the chair creaking beneath me.
…the chair creaking?! Oh god, I was gonna break the chair!
Suddenly I was faced with the goal of needing to stand, now. I planted my feet down on the floor and began trying to lift myself from the groaning chair… but, unsurprisingly, having what had to have been well over 100 pounds of new weight in my ass was too much to adjust to on the fly.
The struggling to move did seem to do one thing though;
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Two more farts, each easily bigger than any of the ones before, came blasting out of my ever-expanding behind. Trying to get up seemed to have spurred on the activity in my bowels further.
That, or it was just the natural consequence of now having an ass that seemed to now be bigger than the entire rest of my body. Each cheek was like an exercise ball in my straining boxers.
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By now, pretty much everyone else had cleared out of the building—understandably so, I was starting to stink up the place a bit. My gas never smelled too bad, but at the scale of the farts I was letting out now, it was bound to be a bit rank.
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The only other person left was the barista, staring at me. He didn't have the awe you’d expect. Even as my ass finally became big enough to crush the chair, he didn’t seem too shocked by what was occuring. Almost as if…
Suddenly, it seemed to click into place. The drink he’d given had done this, almost surely. Had… had that drink been made just to do this? And was the target meant to be me?
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By now, my overactive, oversized ass was beginning to tint the air in the coffee shop a slight green. The farts had gotten so extreme that they lasted longer than the pauses between them. My boxers tore off with the next thunderous sound, exposing the two giant mounds in their full glory. My own ass was taller than I was at this point, and with it pressed up against the wall, I could feel it pushing against my backside, which was… odd, though weirdly comfortable?
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One final, building-shaking fart blasted from my gargantuan ass. It seemed to go on for ages, the haze in the air visibly getting thicker and greener as it went on and on. The smell was beginning to get a bit rancid at this point, too, though I was quickly going nose-blind to it.
Eventually it stopped, and the growth of my behind seemed to do so as well. I breathed a sigh of relief, though I wasn’t too sure why—even if my ass wasn’t getting bigger, I was still attached to the pair of car-sized asscheeks behind me. I was far past the size of having much hope of moving.
That’s when I noticed the barista walking up to me through the green fog I’d filled the shop with.
“Don’t worry, it’ll wear off… eventually, at least.” He says.
“How long is ‘eventually,’ exactly?” I replied, worried.
“Well, let’s just say you’ve got a temporary job as my personal art installation for the next week or so.” He says with a sly smirk, casually slapping the side of one of my gigantic asscheeks, making the whole thing start wobbling. “Hope you didn’t have plans.”
I frowned a bit.
“If it’s any consolation, I’ll provide you with any food and drinks from the menu for free while you’re here?” He offers.
I look up at him from where I’m sitting pinned on the floor. “Well, if I’m stuck here either way, then… Can you get me another special?”