In the End
By: Eaten29

It was really an accident. Really it was.

Let me start from the beginning. My name is John. My best friend since grade school, Brett and I had just moved into our campus apartment. With a name like Brett you would have figured that he was the small wimpy kind of guy, but it was the opposite- Brett was always saving my ass from getting kicked. My ass.

So when we had finally moved from our hometown onto our college campus we were stoked. It was Saturday morning and I was worried about a local bully kicking my ass. Since Brett was on the local wrestling team and was tired of me complaining, he offered to teach me a few moves.

“C’mon man, I’m just gonna show you a couple of steps so you won’t get your ass kicked.” I sighed and joined him in the middle of our apartment floor. We didn’t have much but a couch and a TV in the corner, so there was ample room. Brett took off his clothes since they were damp from his morning work out. He had on nothing but his jock strap. You think that would have scared me away but Brett walked around the house like that all the time. Plus we were both guys anyway.

“We are gonna do this like we did when we were kids?” I laughed as I removed my clothing except for my boxers. This wasn’t ‘Brokeback Mountain’ or anything. Brett was a tall guy standing at 6’3” and had the muscular body of a wrestler to go with him, but I was use to tangling with him.

“Nah, I’m gonna stop all of your whining once and for all,” he said We wrestled for a bit, and as usual I was Brett’s rag doll. I’m a small guy- 5’6” and skinny to boot. I tried to get Brett off of me, but his strength proved greater than mine and he was too slick to grab onto from his morning workout.

He had me pinned against the floor. “Okay, see what I did there,” he laughed. He stood and turned around, his pink ass lowering itself to my face. “Now kiss it and thank me for dealing with your pussy ass.”

I stared up at two small globes of flesh and tried to cover my nose as Brett’s musk became even more apparent. “Get your flat ass out of my face, dude! It stinks!” Brett looked back at me.

“Hey! The glutes are one of the hardest muscles to build. I’m taking muscle enhancing pills to get it beefed up now, fucker. So I’d appreciate it if you didn’t go there.” Brett seemed highly offended, but I didn’t stop.

Why didn’t I stop? “ No, get off of me and go take a fuckin’ shower!” I yelled as my hands pushed at his asscheeks. The sweat made it hard to push and my hands slid between his crack. And the kept going deep inside of him... Brett’s legs began to get in squat position.

I tried to pull my hands out of his ass, but his slick ring slithered over my wrist. “Christ!” Brett moaned. His ass began to flex as his inner muscles- muscles he didn’t know he had -began to work in pulling me inside of him.

“Dude what the fuck!” I yelled. Brett stopped and turned around, smiling.

“Just chill, bro. I’m just testing out to see what those fucking pills I got from the Chem lab really are doing to me. I asked one of your geek friends to make something up for me so I could gain some mass. Fuck, I feel like I can pull all of you in.” He laughed.

I stared at the expanse of his powerful back that led down to the ass staring me in the face. “Whatever just let me go.”

“Hang on- lemme see how much of your arm I can take inside.” He said. I sighed, wondering if the kids throughout high school were right- that I’d end up Brett’s bitch somehow. But we were friends…

“Okay, but don’t you dare tell anyone about this.” Brett nodded and looked forward as he spread his legs wider, placing his hands on the floor. The muscles inside of Brett started again and I was now in to my elbows. I figured that would have been the end of it, but the sweaty glutes at my sides kept flexing and now I couldn’t even see my arms.

“Alright, enough!” I yelled getting scared. Brett’s ass ate enough of me. Or so I had figured. Brett’s head whipped around.

“No! I need more!” His hand shoved my face between his pink asscheeks, the smell making me sick to my stomach. His ass ring widened as my head slid inside of his chute, swallowing me. I started to scream, but Brett didn’t care. He was an athlete and was testing his limits. He roared outside in our apartment, and I could feel the vibrations of it around my head.

Brett kept on working his ass, legs spreading wider and humping the floor as more and more of me filled him. The pleasure was intense, as he’d never had something fill him like this.

And the power must have sent him over the edge as he pumped his jockstrap full of jizz.

“Brett- let me out! You can’t do this to me!” But Brett was gone, replaced with some primal and soon I felt those same glutes at my ankles. Two pulsing glutes swallowed me whole.

There was no air inside of him, except gas and after a while, I had passed out. Brett passed out as well, after cumming twice more after humping at our shag carpet.

Brett awoke hours later, drenched in sweat. His ass was feeling tingly, as it should have since it ate his best friend. A heavy guilt began to set over him, but it did not last long.

Suddenly, Brett’s ass ballooned into the air into two beefy round glutes, pumped with muscle. Brett completely forgot about his best friend as his stared at his new ass, bulging into the air behind him. His jockstrap became tighter.

“Fuck! Now that’s an ass!” He let out a huge fart as his meaty cheeks separated to let the stench out of him. He stood up, but as he did so, he ass began to flex without his command. He turned around, watching as the two sweaty globes came to life. Inside, something came to consciousness in the back of his mind.

It was John! He looked back as his clenching ass, and he knew now what had happened; John was turned into his ass! He grabbed his glutes. “John Is that you?!”

He didn’t get an answer, but he knew it was John. Or at least what was left of him; he felt the need to take a huge dump and he knew it wouldn’t be from that Taco Bell he had earlier that day. “Sorry man- got carried away there. But at least now we’ll always be together.”

And that is how the rest of my life would be as Brett’s ass. I would clench tight whenever he came, feeling as if I was cumming too. Girls grabbed me more as Brett’s ass then they ever did when I had my own body. He had to get a whole new wordrobe of sweatpants after he tried on his jeans and the zipper and buttons popped. I’ve even split the back seams of his khakis. Brett and I would fight sometimes, but he’d either spank me or eat something really nasty that would come out even nastier. As usual, he always won.

So in the end, I became Brett’s end. Brett and I did stick together forever. I just stuck to the bottom of him.

The End