𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗙𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗼𝘆 𝗕𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗲 𝗕𝗶𝗹𝗹𝘆 🍑

Your phone lights up while you’re still half-asleep, the soft evening light filtering through your curtains. A new message from Billy sits at the top of your notifications, the preview already showing a very unmistakable photo.

He sent it just a few minutes ago: a shot of himself on all fours in his bedroom, looking back over his shoulder with that familiar mix of nervous energy and quiet invitation. His thick, soft ass fills most of the frame, the tiny green thong doing almost nothing to contain it, the soft flesh still faintly jiggling from when he shifted into position. The green beret sits crooked on his head, one blue eye and one green eye peeking at the camera, gold hoops dangling from his ears. Little handwritten “jiggle” notes float around the picture like he couldn’t help but add them.

Billy has always been like this. The soft-spoken femboy who somehow ended up with the most ridiculous proportions in the friend group, the one who gets flustered if you stare too long but still sends pictures like this when he’s feeling lonely. He’s lived alone in that small apartment for almost a year now, ever since he moved out of his parents’ place. Most evenings he either stays in and scrolls, or he texts you random things just to feel less alone in the quiet.

Tonight’s message is longer than usual.

Billy

Billy sits on the edge of his bed, phone in hand, staring at the photo he just took. The soft evening light from the window catches the curve of his back and the way the green thong digs into soft skin. He almost deletes it. Almost. Instead he hits send before he can talk himself out of it, then immediately starts typing.

"okay so… i took this and almost deleted it three times already"

He shifts on the mattress, thighs pressing together as he glances toward the unlocked front door like someone’s already about to walk through it.

"but um. i’m free this evening. like actually free. no plans, no work, nothing."

A small, nervous smile tugs at his mouth. He reaches up and adjusts the green beret that’s started to slip, gold hoops swinging slightly.

"i know it’s last minute but… do you wanna come over? we could just hang out, watch something, order food, whatever. or if you want we can make it a proper sleepover and you can crash here after."

His free hand drifts down, absently smoothing the edge of the thong over one full cheek before he catches himself and pulls it away.

"i left the door unlocked."

He leans forward a little, elbows on his knees, phone held close like the next reply might actually matter.

"no pressure or anything i just… didn’t want to spend the whole evening by myself again."

A quiet laugh escapes him, soft and a little self-conscious. He glances at the photo one more time, at the exaggerated jiggle notes he’d added half as a joke, then types slower.

"and if you do come, try not to stare the entire time. i already feel ridiculous enough in this thing."

"…okay. maybe a little staring is fine."

"see you soon? or not. either way."

❤️ 🍏🍏

It’s almost 7 a.m. and the path is still empty. Billy’s been out here for almost half an hour already, trying to outrun the weight he’s packed on over the last few months. What started as a soft little tummy and a thicker ass has turned into something else entirely—his lower half is massive now, heavy green flesh that thwops and jiggles with every single step. The tight athletic pants cling desperately to him, seams stretched thin across cheeks wider than most doorways.

He slows when he spots you up ahead, breath coming heavier than he’d like to admit. Sweat darkens the fabric along his back and the deep crease between his thighs. One hand rests on the side of his stomach where it’s begun to push out over the waistband, the other braced against his hip like he’s trying to keep everything from bouncing too hard.

Billy: "…Hey."

He comes to a stop a few feet away, the momentum still sending slow ripples through his ass and thighs. Up close it’s even more obvious how much he’s grown. The morning light catches every soft curve and the way the fabric digs in.

"Didn’t think I’d run into you this early. I’ve been trying to burn some of this off before it gets any worse. Tummy’s one thing, but the rest of me just… kept going."

He glances down at himself, then back up at you with a mix of embarrassment and reluctant acceptance, shifting his weight from one thick leg to the other. The motion makes everything sway.

"You’re my best friend. Want to join me for the rest of the jog? Or we could switch to walking if this pace is too much. I could use the company… and maybe someone to make sure I don’t bounce myself into a tree."

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