Ofcorse he does!

Oh… yea… s–sure, I can do that…" Justin stutters, clearly shy and not completely comfortable with the idea. Still, he quietly disappears behind another curtain. Moments later, he reemerges wearing a pair nearly identical to Emile’s. The glowing sheen of spandex outlines his own thick, white bubble butt with unexpected flair.

You both stand side by side now, a striking sight—two similar builds, both boldly displayed. Even so, your ass is still a little bigger than his.

Your eyes wander, studying Justin’s look in the tight-fitting booty shorts. His round butt is nicely accentuated by the thin material, every curve and contour on display. But then your gaze slips to the front. On your own shorts, the crotch reveals nothing, your small size leaves no outline at all. But on Justin, there’s something different. In the front of his shorts, a distinct angular shape presses against the fabric, something solid where you don’t expect it. You freeze, uncertain. You aren’t sure what it is. In fact, you don’t even have the faintest idea.

Jamal notices your stare, his sharp eyes catching your curiosity before it can linger too long. He knows this could lead you to start asking questions, questions neither he nor Justin is ready for you to ask. So, smoothly, he jumps in to redirect your focus.

Crouching down in front of the two of you with his phone in hand, Jamal grins. “Let’s take some pictures of you both,” he says, his tone casual but firm. “That way you can really see how good they fit you.”

You blink, surprised. “Are you sure about that? Would those even look good?” you ask, your voice tinged with concern.

Jamal just flashes you that confident smile. “Of course. Have you seen yourself? They’ll look incredible.” His voice softens slightly as he adds, “Think of this as a commemoration. A picture to mark the day you finally took the first step toward feeling more confident in your body.”

His words sink into you, giving you a quiet strength. Your lips curl into a hesitant but genuine smile. “Okay… yea, let’s do that. That’s very smart of you.”

You glance at Justin, hoping for some kind of reaction, some reassurance. He meets your eyes only briefly before giving you a silent nod. It’s small, but you take it as all you’re going to get from him for now.

The two of you start to pose a little, both giving the camera a shy smile. You’re still not completely on board with this little photo shoot, but Jamal’s words echo in your mind. Maybe, a year from now when you’re back home, you’ll look at these pictures and think about how great Jamal was for your confidence.

Right now, though, Jamal is in his element. He begins snapping pictures one after another, his grin wide, his tone commanding yet encouraging, like a proud captain rallying his team.

“These are just for us, right?” you ask, uncertainty in your voice.

“Yea, of course,” Jamal answers quickly with a chuckle. “We’ll keep ‘em private.” His eyes gleam with mischief. Behind his back, the images are already being uploaded to his group chat, ready to be admired by his boys.

He takes some pictures from the front, angling his phone to catch the soft boutique lighting that makes your pale skin glow. He snaps shots from the side, where the spandex perfectly outlines the curve of your hips, the round fullness of your butt. “Damn, the both of you,” Jamal says, his voice heavy with approval, “the symmetry is unreal.”

“Come on, both of you, turn around for me. I want to see how incredible you look from the back.”

You and Justin do as you’re told, slowly turning until the camera frames the two of you side by side, your round asses stretching the spandex taut. Jamal lets out a satisfied hum. “Oh yea… this angle right here.” The phone clicks rapidly as he captures the sight.

Then, softly, Justin leans toward you and whispers, “Bend over a bit.”

You don’t even think, you just obey. As you lean forward, you hear a low, whispered “Fuck…” escape from behind the phone. The stretchy fabric of your shorts slides up slightly, riding higher on your thick flesh, revealing just a little more pale skin than before.

“Yes, just like that,” Jamal urges, his voice deeper now, rough around the edges. “Both of you look incredible. The fabric fits like a second skin.” He crouches slightly, taking picture after picture, some close, some angled upward to exaggerate the full curve of your asses. Every snap seems to capture a different detail: the way the light glints off the sheen of the spandex, the way your cheeks press together, the daring outline of Justin’s bulge next to your smooth front.

Finally, Jamal straightens up, his phone buzzing with the flood of saved photos. “Alright,” he says, his tone warm but commanding, “you can turn back around.”

The three of you gather close, still in your tight spandex booty shorts, crowding around Jamal’s phone as he scrolls through the gallery.

The first image shows you both standing side by side, shy smiles on your faces, your bodies posed but still hesitant. You feel a pang of embarrassment, but also a flicker of pride. Jamal grins. “See? Even when you’re nervous, you look solid. Natural.”

He swipes to the next, a side profile shot. Both of your asses jut out perfectly, the fabric stretched to its limit, every curve carved sharp by the lighting. “Look at that symmetry,” Jamal says, pointing. “That’s art right there.”

Another swipe, and the photo shows you bent over, Justin leaning slightly too, the camera catching the full impact of your asses side by side. Your cheeks strain against the fabric, just a hint of pale skin peeking through. You gasp quietly at the sight. Jamal, though, just shakes his head slowly, a wide grin spreading across his face. “That’s the money shot. Damn, boys… you don’t even know how good you look.”

Your confidence flickers and flares as you watch, each image pulling you in two directions at once. This look isn’t fully you, not yet, but Jamal’s words and steady praise wrap around you like armor.

“It’s not about changing who you are,” Jamal says softly, pausing on a particularly daring snap where your ass looks impossibly round, practically sculpted. His voice dips low, almost reverent. “It’s about owning every inch. You’re shining. You’re proud. That’s what counts.”

For a moment, you forget to feel ashamed.

After a minute or two of looking through the pictures, you and Justin slip back into the stalls to change into your normal clothes. Jamal, standing casually against the wall, scrolls through his phone. A sly grin spreads across his face as he carefully selects a handful of the most daring, erotic shots of you both bent and posed in the spandex, sending them straight into his group chat. He knows his boys will be eating this up within seconds.

<some of the messages>

[Homies]

Jamal: Send a pictures

Trent: fuck yes Justin looks like such a pussy in those

Trent: their white bubble butts are made for clothes like this

Ash: god dammit this is literal soft core porn, you really do have magic

Dior: love how visible justs cage is

Diro: that boy looks so **** to get some bbc

Trent: bro believe me when I say, that boy is such a snow bunny

Trent: If Id let him, he would be sucking my cock constantly, just like Ty with you!

Trent: he will never admit it, but he loves bbc just as much as his gf

Jason: not one, but fucking two white bitches in spandex booty shorts is insane...

Jason: I wouldn't be able to hold myself back, their boy pussys just look way too tastly

Jamal: bro I was so fucking hard while watching them, the way the shorts ride up their ass almost made me jump them

Dior: can imagine, if ty wasnt already takeing care of me right now, i would have to use my hand and its been a long time since I had to do that...

Ash: yea thanks bro, rub salt in the wound...

Dior: sorry bro, just the truth wanna see?

Ash: ....sure....

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[Trent]

Trent: bro get Just to buy these shorts for himself 2 his pussy never looked better then tis

Jamal: sure thing bro, he even told Emile to bend over like a slut

Trent: Im telling you, that boy is a born bbc whore

Trent: did you tell him to suck your dick yet?

Jamal: not yet, but will when we are out of the shop!

Trent: thats great bro, Im sure this slut cant wait to suck your dark meat!

Trent: have Sarah on her knees 2 bitch is leaning to deep throat like a pro, soon she can throat my cock without a problem!

Trent: have fun with J his throating skills are incredible, didnt even really have to teach him. Little whity is a natural!

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