"Urg..."  He grunted when he fell down.  Well, that was...he slowly rose up, looking at the screen.  Nobody there.  The face and the picture was gone.  Right.  Just log out of Skype...a few button clicks later and he was out.  Boy, he...he had really worked himself up about that, hadn't he?  All crazy and paranoid, his heart was really going at it pretty damn hard...but not to worry.  Not to...worry...was it just him, or was it feeling really...hot...?  Maybe lose the shirt, it was summer, after all...<br/><br/>...the moment he lifted his shirt, he felt something<em>lift</em>with it, and then drop when the shirt was off.  Drop and...<em>bounce.</em>Oh no.  Oh no.  But he hadn't even said yes!<br/><br/>The next sign that something was wrong was his pants.  They felt tight.  And no, not in the front like they normally did in...certain circumstances.  In back.  It was like he was...filling...out...quickly he undid his belt and squeezed himself out of them.<br/><br/>Just in time to watch as his normal, average, standard butt became a<em>tush</em>- divinely shaped, perfectly sculpted half-moons that pushed against each other.