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Micha hopelessly sits up in bed, gazing down at the shattered alarm clock at the edge of his nightstand.
"Welp."
Without another word or thought, the covers get tossed off the mattress as he slinks onto the floor, which isn't much of a trip due to his lack of bedframe.
He grabs the back of his briefs and pulls them out of their position, wedged in their comfortable home (his crevice), before wobbling over to his rickety dresser. He needs to put something on before going out, after all.
Blue jeans?
"Nah."
BLACK jeans? With a chain?
"Uhh... it's fucking Echo, why do I have jeans again?"
He continues to rustle through his drawers, until he comes to old reliable. A pair of worn out cyan exercise shorts that he stole out of the women's section a couple years ago. He's not quite sure why he did that, but damn it worked out.
Now in front of his mirror, he sets the pair of shorts down and steps into them, before pulling them up - at least, as far up as he can. They get a bit stuck halfway up his thick thighs, sending them a-wobbling with the effort.
"Are you fucking kidding me?? How the hell..." he mumbles to himself as he stares at his reflection. "Goddamn IHOP," - it's a bitter conclusion.
But still he continues his efforts, tugging them up to where they're just BARELY underneath his cheeks, constricting him too much for comfort. But goddamn it they're his favorite shorts. He turns around, ass to the mirror, as he sees just what exactly is the hold-up.
The hold-up is his fucking bloated ass.
He knew he was packing on the pounds, especially down there, but he didn't think it was this bad. Until now, that is. Dimpled and utterly meaty, his shelf of a rear looks especially plump with him trying to tug his shorts up underneath it. Not like it needs the help though, as he jiggles it a bit by tugging up a couple more times.
"Heh, actually..." the newly filled-out bat mumbles to himself, grabbing his phone of from his underwear waistband.
Soon enough he's got it positioned perfectly, pointed at the mirror and focused on his prodigious ass. He shines a peace sign to the camera and starts, first giving one of his cheeks a simple grab. A little shy chuckle echoes out of him before he gives it a full SMACK for the video. His cheeks jiggle almost violently, but they're restrained by those tight, tight shorts. He might jack off to this later.
After another harder SMACK, he fully angles his ass to the mirror and gives it a shake. A simple wobble of the hips is all it takes for it to bounce a bit. Another giggle comes out of him as he sways his butt from side to side, giving himself and his camera a special, impromptu show. He wasn't meaning to get this horny, but as shown by his now bulging underwear, it's happening anyways.
But that isn't his focus, he's gotta get these shorts up. He grabs the waistband at the back and pulls directly up, trying to get the only somewhat-stretchy material up over his globes of fat. It simply doesn't slide over his cheeks, instead it gets stuck wedged under the outer rim, where they meet his thighs. Needless to say, it isn't a very successful attempt - though that's in part because he simply gives a couple weak tugs just so he can watch his ass jiggle a bit more. Who knew he's be so into this?
"Heheh, alright alright," he murmurs to himself, now somewhat serious.
He pulls the borderline-booty shorts up in a painstaking, one-side-at-a-time pattern. First, over his left, then his right. He could probably pull it up all at once, but that'd require two hands' strength - he's filming all of this with one.
Finally, the waistband snaps satisfyingly into place on his hips, his rear completely encased in the tight, tight fabric. Some new holes in the short legs show off just how juicy his thighs have gotten.
His underwear shows out in one place, squeezing into his ass-meat in a tantalizing display.
"Looking GOOD Micha~" he teases himself as he looks over his shoulder at his wide hips, before truly focusing on his rear.
His free hand goes down to the crease between his cheeks and his thighs and grips it, before giving it a hard shake. The luscious fat responds with a hefty wobble, stopping a half a second after. He can't help but bite his lip, before doing it again. And again. Recording his ass motions for later, as he can't even stop staring now.
But then he moves his hand off, and spreads his chunky legs a bit in front of the mirror. He had seen this is a couple videos before, and it was always pretty hot. He flexes one cheek, and then the other. And he repeats it a couple times, making his ass jiggle with just the muscles. Soon enough, he adds hip motions into his routine, swaying his ass while shaking it like that. It's a full-on improvised twerk, and he doesn't quite know what he's doing but goddamn it's hot. His free hand roams down to his throbbing dick, still encased in his tight-ass briefs, and gives it a couple strokes as he bounces his butt in front of his mirror.
After a full minute of just watching his massive cheeks wobble in his excruciatingly tight shorts and stroking his leaky, needy cock, he pauses.
"Alright, alright," he sighs disappointedly, looking at the extra alarm on his phone. It's titled "get ready for IHOP work bitch", fittingly enough.
As he strokes harder, he gives his ass three more meaty SLAPS, sending his mouth-wateringly juicy thighs and ass jiggling a few more times.
He flashes another peace sign to the camera, waits for the wobbling to settle down, and ends the video. He's not sending that to anybody. It's all for himself.
"God, why'd I do that..." the chunky bat complains as he gives his pent-up length another stroke, regretting getting himself so worked up before work.
Like hell he actually regrets it though.