[Growth, Haigure, Yaoi, Brainwashing, Alternative Scat, Filth]

"So like I was saying, it's not gay to sleep in the same bed bro. It's not even straight to sleep in the same bed. You gotta understand, John. You have to go like three layers of irony deep before you even start to realize how little that shit matters."

"What did you drink last night?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"You really have to lay off that stuff, Dave. It's making you even more... Well, even Dave-ier than usual. It makes it really hard to understand you too."

"You just need to learn what it means, John, then understanding me won't be a problem. You'll understand everything once you try to understand what it takes."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah."

Two real bros were walking down the street. It had been a long time since they were stuck inside a fight for their lives and their world, and now that all of that was over and done with, they could go back to being dorks like they were at heart. Well, one of them was a dork at heart. The other had wrapped his heart and his true identity under so many layers of irony that he had probably forgotten all about it.

John Egbert and Dave Strider. Despite the fact they had completely opposing aesthetics and ways of carrying themselves, they were still great friends. Not just because they had been through so much together, but because they were just great friends prior to all of that. As long as they had one another, they'd get through anything. Even if that was kind of gay, despite how much Dave would deny it.

"Nice asses, boys! But you've still got a long way to go!"

But that bond would be put to the test as they suddenly saw a much smaller boy run right past them, clearing his throat as he turned to face them while jogging in place. It wasn't the weirdest thing they had seen lately, but it was certainly enough to make them both raise a questioning eyebrow. Who was this, what did he want, and who did he think he was?

"Uh, who are you again?" John asked as he tilted his head slightly. Something about that boy felt really... Compelling? Just looking at him was making his heart tremble as if he should listen to him completely.

Dave's eyes weren't visible behind his shades, but he wasn't too thrilled. "Hey. This ass is the best ass in the city. You think there's anybody with a better ass around here? Nah, no way." Even when he was buried under so many layers of irony, he still had some sort of pride. Revealing how damn gay he was in the process.

The young boy with white hair and red eyes laughed. "If it's so fat, then what's this?" The jogging boy said as he turned around and slapped both of his own cheeks, making those massive cheeks wobble all over and bounce up and down.

Both of those boys were captivated by the way that the ass bounced up and down and all around. So much so that they instinctively started drooling. They had a lot of questions, but all those questions just started drooling down their thighs as their cocks were starting to grow nice and tight within those pants of theirs. So damned tight that they were on the verge of bursting...

"Heh, guess you two realize how much you still need this." The boy with the incredibly bouncy and incredibly wide ass laughed as he turned towards them once again. "The name's Atlas! And I'll coach you both until you have the fattest asses in town! You got that? Slap your own cheeks if you understand and agree!"

The sound of John and Dave's butts being clapped echoed around them as they both moaned. They were more than willing to go along with all of this, even though it kinda seemed absurd. They had just been talking about some random shit, and now they were being forced to exercise? Then again, Coach Atlas was really cute and he did have such a fat ass that they couldn't possibly go against his word.

"Good! First, you gotta make sure that you're in synch with your partner! To do that, you just give them the biggest and wettest kiss you've ever given somebody. Don't worry, it's not gay at all. It's just a workout!" Coach Atlas said, finally coming to a stop as he crossed his arms across his naked chest and let his bulge stay nice and firm in his spats, all while watching his orders go straight through those two idiots.

Dave and John both looked at one another. Yeah, kiss each other. It was just a part of a workout. Wasn't gay at all. That's what the Coach said, so it had to be right. Even as their hearts were telling them that it didn't feel right, they just had to accept it. So those two pale boys quickly started to wrap their arms around one another...

And let those cockpillows slap against their respective faces. Were their lips always this plush? Were they always covered in lipstick? They weren't sure. All that they knew was that it felt really good to kiss their bro. Yeah, that's what they were. Bros. Workout bros that were totally devoted to getting nice and fit and having the biggest asses in the city. Sure, this wasn't really doing anything for their asses just yet, but kissing your bro and making sure that he was ready for a workout was extra important.

Atlas snickered as he watched those two, squeezing his hand into his very generous bulge. Usually it was harder breaking in somebody's mind. But damn, these two idiots were even easier than all the bitches he had broken thus far. Which meant that they'd take to the rest of his totally legit workout routines with ease. They'd get nice and cozy and start turning into proper degenerates with nothing more than a small push.

It didn't take long after that for them to end up nearly collapsing onto their knees from the sheer pleasure of kissing each other like the horny bros that they were. In fact, they were pressing so closely into one another that their bulges were kissing too, which was causlng them to pulse and grow ever so slightly. It felt so good to be close to one's bro.

"Good, good. You're both coming along well already. Now, next up, we gotta make sure you have proper form. So follow my lead, alright?" Atlas said as he performed a simple crotch shop, letting out a passionate cry in the process. "Gaygure! Gaygure! Gaygure!" With every chop, his bulge started to grow more and more defined. Until his cock snapped right out of his very tight spats, that big erect and yet still floppy thing pointing straight at those boys. "Come on! Don't just stand there, get started!"

The bros that had been passionately kissing each other followed their coach's directions as they started chopping towards their crotches. Both of them repeating the mantra that he had sent bouncing through their heads. "Gaygure! Gaygure! Gaygure!" The words left both of their cockpillows as they kept on doing this wildly inappropriate and completely ineffectual routine, a routine that their minds had deluded themselves into believing were the best possible way to get nice and fit and get a matching set of cheeks in the back.

But all that happened as they put more and more emphasis on their crotches was the sudden growth down below. Their pants were torn to shreds as their cocks grew more and more. Those fat rods that were quickly getting even bigger than their thighs, those massive members that were so big that they had to rest against their chests because they were far too big and far too erect.

"Gaygure! Gaygure! Gaygure!" And yet despite their cocks brushing up against their faces and giving them a healthy helping of their very own musk, they just kept on repeating this routine. It all seemed completely natural. It seemed completely normal. What was wrong with having a cock that was so big it almost dwarfed them..?

"Aaaand stop!!" Atlas cried out as he suddenly stopped his own routine, stretching as his cock waved from side to side, drawing the bros' attention towards it. "Good, now you're packing some real heat to go with the asses you'll clap all around town. Here, you've both earned a drink. Don't be shy." The coach said as he came closer to the two bros, letting out a very momentary moan as two very long straws popped right out of his foreskin. Two long spiraling straws that made it seem less like they were going to drink straight into his foreskin and more like they were about to have some sort of special alcoholic drink. Then again, anything they'd drink straight from that cock was probably more than alcoholic in terms of what it was going to do to their brains.

John and Dave didn't even bother worrying about what they were about to drink. They just popped those straws right into their cockpillows and started sucking. Sucking really hard because the smegma that was hidden within that incredibly tight foreskin was way, way too thick for that terribly tiny hole they were sucking through. Which just made their lips stick out a bit more as if they were trying to blow the straws in their mouth, while forcing more of that smegma through the incredibly long and incredibly tiny hole...

Until they managed to finally get a taste of that sticky and thick goodness. It made the bros' eyes roll into the back of their heads, all while the very tip of their cocks started to sink straight into their own foreskins. So much so that the now excessive skin almost tied itself together so it would be impossible for them to open without trying real hard. Which wasn't something that bros like them had to worry about...

Both Dave and John popped free from those straws as they swallowed a huge chunk of smegma rushing around inside their mouths, letting out earthquaking burps as they felt their cocks trembling and their balls filling up with lots and lots of disgusting seed. They could smell their own scent, it was growing nice and extremely aged. Like they had been doing this for way longer than it was recommended for boys like them. It felt... so fucking good to smell...

"Now then. You've both done well thus far, but we have one last thing to get through. To make sure that you're both the best bros that you can be, with the fattest asses in the entire town, you have to do your Shit Squats. Squat down and just let it all out. Your doubts, your worries, your heterosexuality, hell shit out your manhood for all I care. Just squat down and make sure it's all out, then we'll check your progress after that!" Atlas shouted, popping those straws out of his foreskin as he tugged down that very same foreskin ever slightly. All so the smell of his disgusting and incredibly powerful musk could flow through the bros' nostrils and motivate them more.

Both John and Dave got a whiff of that stuff, and their eyes started spinning until their irises turned into cock. And as they sniffed and gasped and panted and made sure that the smell was filling them as much as they possibly could, they both started squatting like their lives depended on it. Squatting up and down as their eyes were focused on the rod in front of them, though not the rod that was on the verge of blocking their vision. Just the one beyond that.

"Squat! Squat! Squat!" Both of them cried out as they kept going up and down. All while pressing and letting their assholes push out more and more. Not quite to the point where they were prolapsing, but there was definitely a nice fat donut placed right in between those cheeks of theirs. A donut that was begging to be teased. A donut that was trembling with every squat that they made. A donut that was widening further and further until you could practically see straight into their stomachs...

Their routine came to a sharp and sudden stop as they both let out a violent grunt. "SHIT!" They cried out like the two exercise bros that they were, pushing one more time as a thick stream of sloppy rainbow shit poured straight out of them. It wasn't actually proper filth, more of a collection of various things about them. Their selves, their dreams, their hopes, their heterosexuality, their lack of curves. All of that stuff, abstract shit that weighed them down. All of it pouring down as they kept squatting.

"SHIT! SQUAT! SHIT! SQUAT!" They both repeated the mantra as they went up and down, practically pumping everything normal about them out of their enormous donut holes. All while those very same cheeks started to squeeze together more and more while they grew bigger, making it harder for the multicolored stream to keep going. All while their bodies pinched together more and more and lost a lot of the masculine aspects, evident by the fat tits that were bursting out from their chest..!

Eventually they stopped with their knees bent so far that they could touch their brand new tits with those kneecaps. Not that it was a difficult task after how much they had grown. Those tits were like three times the size of their own heads, which caused them to sag all the way down to their knees. All while they were perpetually giving their cocks a real nice titjob, which let some of their own pentup smegma and cum press out through the nearly sealed off tip of their cocks, the chunky goodness raining down on both bros as they panted and gasped and wanted more. Even after they had shit themselves stupid and most of their important traits were laying back there in that nice pile of rainbow slop...

Compared to when they had started this workout, John and Dave were practically completely indistingushable from their original selves. Sure, they still mostly looked the same if you could manage to look them directly in the eye, but not only was there a massive cock in the way, but you wouldn't be able to avoid looking at their equally massive cockpillows nor their oversized tits. And that was just above. Those swinging balls, that enormous ass with a matching donut hole buried between those cheeks... They both looked like a pair of shemales more than anything. But they still considered themselves bros more so than anything else. Big manly bros that had just succeeded in doing the best that they possibly could to get through their workout. The very best.

"Alright, since you've both turned out so well, I think it's time you help others just like I've helped you!" Atlas grinned as he finally stretched a bit and stuffed his stupidly erect cock right back into his spats like it wasn't hard at all, jogging in place while turning around to mesmerize them both with his stupidly fat ass. "Find a girl, any girl. Make her try out the same exercises, and see her break until she's cumming herself stupid and shitting with every squat!"

With that order imparted upon the two, Coach Atlas ran off. And only once they couldn't catch a glimpse of his bouncy and bubbly and all-captivating ass, both of them finally snapped out of what they were doing. And they finally had the chance to realize just what had happened to them, both boys letting out gasps and pants.

"D-Dave, w-what the hell!? W-When'd we turn into such... s-such..." John didn't actually know what to properly call the two of them. He knew that they were stacked beyond belief, he knew that these cocks that were hanging from their waists were rotting away at his brain, and god his ass just wanted to push out more and more... W-What the hell happened?

Dave didn't answer, merely looking at his cock and his tits and feeling his lips click against each other. Yep, he was definitely under like, at least a dozen layers of irony. No better way to explain what had happened to him. Was this how far he'd go to preserve his heterosexuality? Definitely. But damn, these lips were practically on fire. Maybe if he just ignored that hetero bit for a moment...

The blonde sunglasses-wearing boy grabbed ahold of his buddy and pressed those fat lips right up against bro's cheek, leaving one kiss smear right on that nice bro's cheek. God it felt good to just kiss him. He wanted to do it more, his tongue licking away at both of those cockpillows as both Dave and John gazed longingly into each other's eyes-

"Are you two just going to stand there and make out or are you going to go home? It's getting late."

Both of those bros looked towards the feminine voice speaking at them, and their eyes fell upon a blonde girl that they knew very well. Rose Lalonde. A gothic-enthusiast who didn't seem to react too strangely towards the two having cocks the size of their torsos, or how they were standing in front of colory piles of waste, or how they looked like they craved a bunch of cocks. That was just how they had always been, at least in her eyes.

As much as they wanted to disprove what she saw in them, the Coach's orders flowed through them, as they both started grinning and chopping away at their crotches. "Gaygure! Gaygure! Gaygure!" They didn't even explain anything, just started doing the same exercise that had made them grow such enormous cocks.

Rose blinked as her eyes dimmed, and she started letting that same word leave her lips. All while her hands followed the boys' lead, as she fell prey to the very same horny routine. A routine she'd spread alongside them, once she had finished growing just as big as they had.

"Gaygure!"