Brad Tomkins was spoiled. At age 19 he had it made. His father paid his college tuition, which covered his room and board. And he even got an allowance. However, Brad wanted more, to which Mr. Tomkins responded, "Get a job!" Which is exactly what Brad did. A local fast food place called, Burgers-N-More was hiring part time help and Brad landed the job.

"It's not ideal," thought Brad, but it's extra money. Brad especially hated the uniforms. They were dark brown polyester pants with bright orange button down shirts. And as always, Brad had trouble fitting into the pants. Brad's biggest problem his whole life was his big bubble butt. The pants that fit in the waist were too tight in the butt and those that fit around his big ass were too loose in the waist and would slide off his ass. Finally he had to settle for a pair that fit his waist but fit his ass like a second skin.

He had only been on the job two weeks and had already split out three pairs of pants due to his huge cheeks. His first pair split his first day on the job. His boss, old Mr. Hagar, asked him to get some cups from below the front counter. As he bent down to get them, his pants split right down the seam from the top of the waistband to right under his ball sac. Apparently the pressure his big butt muffins had applied to the seam had proven to be too much.

To make matters worse when the pants split they let out a loud ‘Rippp’ as Brad's ass came bursting out. Customers, as well as all his coworkers, turned their heads in the direction of the rip. On top of that, Brad had chosen to wear his red thong that day, so it was his big bare ass that everyone got a good look at.

Brad had worn his uniform to work that day so he had nothing to change into. He asked Mr. Hagar for another pair of pants, but his boss claimed not to have any. Brad had his doubts but had no choice but to believe him and work with his beefy ass hanging out all night. Mr. Hagar had him work in the back that night and it seemed to Brad that someone came back every minute or so for some reason.

Each one—both men and women, were staring at his muscular college wrestler’s ass. Brad knew he had a hot ass, but this was ridiculous. After that, Brad swore never to wear a thong under his uniform again.

That was two weeks ago and tonight Brad had to close alone for the first time. Well, he wasn't exactly alone, Mr. Hagar was doing payroll, but closing fell on Brad. He had just finished wiping down the tables when Mr. Hagar came up behind him.

"Brad I'd like to speak with you."

"Yes, sir, Mr. Hagar."

"It seems that your time sheet is off."

"Off?" asked Brad not making eye contact.

"Yes, it seems that you have given yourself 30 extra minutes at both the start and end of each shift giving yourself an extra hour a day."

"I...I must have made a mistake," stammered Brad

"Yes, I thought the same thing at first. But, the same mistake everyday for two weeks?" responded Mr. Hagar. "Do you think I'm stupid, Brad?"

"No,