The Transfer Student
 
 
Rick groaned as he stepped before the entrance of the building. The school seemed to him like a large, cursed Gothic cathedral, looming over him evil and desolate-like, the only things missing being a pair of squatting gargoyles.
 
"Abandon all hope, ye who enter here..." Rick sighed and crossed the gates to damnation.
 
As soon as he entered there were sneers and disdainful glances, and giggling and talking about how "that nerd" had arrived. He opened his locker only to see that everything inside had been glued into it, making it impossible to remove his material. Just great. Now they'd learned how to pick on his lock, as if stealing his stuff between classes wasn't bad enough.
 
He closed his looker only to see a bunch of douchebags from the football team (easily recognizable by their stupid letter jackets, which they probably wore even during shower or when they slept) and by their larger size compared to Rick's rather unimposing stature and physique.
 
"What's wrong, four-eyes?" Josh, the leader of the troop, asked with a grin. "Found yourself in a sticky situation?"
 
"Haha, good one, Greg!" His myrmidon Greg laughed artifitially at the stupid joke.
 
 "Yeah, I guess I did," Rick answered, trying to hide the frustration in his tone. He had learned before that it was best to give those guys some attention so they could get their laughs, because when he tried to ignore them it made them angry and the bullying got worse.
 
"What are you gonna do, then? You needed those, right?" Josh asked, mock-worry in his voice.
 
"Not really. Anyway, see you guys," Rick tried to walk away, but the jocks pushed him against the lockers.
 
"Leaving so soon, four eyes? Just when I was about to ask you a favour, from friend to friend!" Josh said ironically. "You see, Jack and Donny here are having trouble with algebra, and you know how we on the football team can't waste our time with useless numbers when the regionals are coming, so I was wondering if you couldn't do their homework?"
 
"What if I don't want to?" Rick dared to ask, being particularly tired of being ill used like that.
 
"You little...!" Greg clenched his fist and was about to punch Rick on the face when a thunderous voice interrupted him:
 
"DON'T LAY A FINGER ON HIM!"
 
The jocks all turned around, startled. Even Rick had to look amazed at his savior, since nobody in the school had ever stepped up to defend him, out of fear of the jocks or despise for Rick.
 
The voice, loud and somewhat deep as it was, was feminine. It had come from a towering brunette with fierce eyes that stared down at the jocks with disdain and righteous anger. Her make-up was black and outfit consisted of a jacket, a rather revealing top, miniscule shorts held by a tight belt and large, aggressive-looking boots, all made of leather, a material of which also consisted the choker around her supple neck. Her thick legs were covered in pantyhose and there were rings around her fingers, representing skulls and other dreadful imagery.
 
Behind her general style which dennounced her as a goth, the young woman was also stunning, with a body as voluptuous as that of a fertility goddess: breasts larger than her own head protruded forward, escaping from the leather top she wore, her wide hips indicated how large her butt must have been even though the guys hadn't seen it yet, her slim belly was completely exposed and had some tattoos in it, a type of body modification that appeared in several other places as well, specially in the area bellow her neck and her tree-trunk-like legs. She also was clearly found of piercings, since she had a considerable amount of those.
 
"Hey, who are you?" Josh asked, considerably less angry than you would expect, but rather eyeing the newcomer up and down.
 
"Does it fucking matter? I just you guys to fuck off! HEY!" The tall goth grabbed Greg's arm when she saw he wasn't going to obey her demand. "Are you deaf, asshole?!"
 
"Let me go...you...bitch!" Greg tried to free himself, but was unable to. The goth simply pushed him and his friends aside.
 
"Get ou of my sight." She said firmly.
 
"You...!" The three myrmidons started, but Josh silenced them.
 
"Forget it, guys. It's not worth it. She's just a crazy bitch anyway. Let's go," The leader walked away, only slightly annoyed, but the three jocks following kept throwing hateful glances backwards in the direction of the nerd and his unlikely savior.
 
"Phew, thank you, you really saved my..." Rick turned towards the girl but stopped himself. She was eyeing him fiercely, almost angrily. Was she going to bully him even further than the jocks? Seemed like that was the case, and the youth instantly missed Josh and his gang, for they were less scary than this dark figure. "...skin..."
 
He gulped.
 
"You gotta learn how to take care of yourself, okay??" Her angry expression changed into a worried one, and her tone was that of a mom lecturing a foolish son. "You might be smaller than they are, but that's no escuse...did they hurt?"
 
"No, not really." Rick blushed slightly. He couldn't remember the last time someone had cared fo, wait, he just remembered, it had been that girl so many years ago.
 
"Thank goodness," The goth sighed, real relief in her voice. "Stay out of trouble, 'kay?"
 
The goth waved him goodbye and started walking away, but Rick stopped her.
 
"Wait! Can you tell me who you are? It's just that I've never seen you here before.
 
"Me? I got transfered here today. Name's Sarah."
 
"Pleasure to meet you Sarah, my name is Rick."
 
This caused both to pause and exchange a longer glance. Each scrutinized the other's features, eargerly searching for the tell-tale sign of something they couldn't remember or understand. Then recognition hit them and their eyes widened.
 
They rushed towards each other. Wait, your name is Rick? Did you ever live in so-and-so neighborhood , Sarah asked, and Rick in turn asked if her name really was Sarah and he hadn't heard it wrong, and if she had ever visited this-and-that park.
 
Sarah hugged the smaller nerd, pressing his head agaist her large, pillowy bosom.
 
"Oh, Rick! For us to meet like that, and after all those years...!"
 
"Y-Yeah (she's suffocating me!) I never thought I'd see you again..."
 
The goth's bear hug finally weakened, but that was only so Sarah could kiss Rick on the cheek, leaving a black lipstick mark on the skin's surface.
 
The story was this: more or less ten years ago Rick used to frequent a park in his nighborhood, and there he started to be bullied by two larger boys. One day though, a girl named Sarah beat them up and became his friend. They played together daily for about a week but then Sarah's family had to suddenly move and they lost contact. But they've been reunited at last.
 
"Forget about protecting yourself, I'll with you constantly now. If anyone tries to mess with you, I'm breaking their face in."
 
"Heh, thanks Sarah, but you don't need to worry about me..." Rick noticed that the other students were looking at him and his friend with amazed eyes and flushed even more.
 
"Hm? Is there a problem? Do these assholes see a problem with friends being there for each other?!" The goth snarled, looking with hostility to the other students, who almost jumped out of their shoes before going along their way, perhaps quicker than they naturaly would. "See, there's no problem! Now let's get some grub, I'm starving!"
 
Soon enough, Rick had guided the transfer student to the school's cafeteria, and as they sat together, Sarah began to voraciously devour her food. Once she finished, she pressed her fist against her chest and left out a greasy, noxious burp. The sour smell was like the perfume of roses to the young man after Sarah saved him from a severe beating, so he didn't really mind. He just watched her all the time, hardly able to hide his fascination.
 
"Arg, food here's nasty! How can you eat this crap everyday?! (You're eating that? No? I figured)", She took his 'grub', as she termed it as well and it soon was gone. "Oof!"
 
She undid her belt and reclined on her seat, a small potbelly bulging forward.
 
"That's much better. I don't know from which dumpster they got this food, but it's immoral to give it to us," She said, picking her teeth with a long black nail.
 
"You...surely built an appetite...!" Rick admited.
 
"Me? Guess so. I always was one of 'the boys' if you catch my drift. My mom would nag me about being a lady and all this crap but she eventually gave up when I kept on growing past a cutesy little girl's size and it became clear that even my body was against her vision of me as proper lady."
 
"Well, you always were taller than me, so..."
 
"That isn't hard, you're a bit of a shrimp," Then she added, as if realizing that her words could maybe offend her friend. "But a cute one at that."
 
Both blushed, but suddenly, some very strange thoughts appeared on Rick's mind. That hunger, that size, the strength to push all those jocks away...could Sarah possibly be...?
 
The school day ended and both friends parted ways with promises of talking more the next day, but Rick's mental peranbulations kept going on at home and even when he was supposed to sleep. It was quite simple: he suspected that his friend ate people. It wasn't that improbable, to be honest. The number of human beings with the capability of swallowing and digesting others whole was far from negligible, and there had been a rise in them recently. How this affected the devourer varied from person to person, but some experienced some growth in height due to the hormones of their victims, and some even grew more thin but strong muscle tissue. And the most common thing of all was the intensification of hunger, a mechanism that often caused them to eat people again and again with some space between said live meals.
 
But the worst part was not that Rick was suspecting his own friend of such a polemic and morally questionable life style, but the others that were coming. Thoughts of exploiting this for his own gain, or as he saw it, for the betterment of society. For why would anyone mind if a few numbskulled, bullying jocks disappeared from the face of the earth?
 
Next day, Rick had a little taste of how his relationship with Sarah would be. Totally inseparable. Nerd and goth couldn't stay away from each other for five minutes. They enjoyed each other's company to a point that nobody else's was necessary, and soon the other students started to compare their symbiotism with that of the large sea anemone and the small clownfish that hid between it's toxic tendrils.
 
They stayed like this for a few days and nobody dared to mock or push Rick around, not with his Raven-haired Amazon by his side. Still, that thought was still creeping in Rick's mind, ruining some of his happiness. Sarah soon noticed it.
 
"You've got something in your mind. Spill it out."
 
"Me?" Rick was caught off guard. "Oh, no, just thinking about Mr Usher's classes..."
 
"It's not that. Come on, tell me! I'm your friend, right?!"
 
"I swear, it's really nothing!"
 
"It's about those football idiots, isn't it?" Sarah's face grew serious, threatening.
 
Rick nodded, ashamed of himself.
 
"I knew it. I constantly catch them trying to sneak on ya, only to run away like the pussies they are once they see I'm with you. As long as they're around, you'll never have real peace. You want me to get rid of them. To get them out of this school and of your life."
 
"That's...that's correct." Rick avoided making eye contact. It really was a terrible thing to ask of a friend. Sarah was probably completely disgusted by him now. But her answer surprised him.
 
"Don't worry, I'll do just that. I'm going to tell their leader, that Josh clown to meet me at the men's changing room, so we can 'talk it out'. If he has any balls at all, he'll come, and then..." Sarah clenched her fist to the point of actually scaring Rick. "He'll never show his face on this school again."
 
Sarah got up, decidedly, and with huge strides walked towards her mission. Rick made a gesture as of getting up himself, but the goth didn't let him.
 
"Relax and stay right there. If things get ugly I don't you to see anything that might make you like me less. I'll solve things my way and then we talk about it."
 
So Rick waited...for as long as he could, which was about an hour or so. Then, curiosity got the best of him and took the nerd to the school gym, which was connected to the changing rooms. It was empty right now, thank goodness, but as soon as Rick stepped there, a loud and prolongated belch echoed through the gym, seeming to come from the men's changing room.
 
She did it! Rick was almost jumping from excitement. Finally, he had got rid of the head bully, the main source of his torment would be gone forever! He rushed to the door of the changing run, unable to contain his happiness, almost dancing as he ran. He jumped right in, a massive grin on his face.
 
"Sarah! I can't believe it! You did it! This is so," But the nerd's grin died on his face. "...awesome..."
 
"What's wrong, four-eyes?" Josh answered sardonically, rubbing his massive distended belly. "I wasn't who you were expecting to find?"
 
Rick could have fainted. Perhaps he would have hadn't Josh spoken to him directly, bringing him to direct contact with that horrible scene that was before him, scene which didn't take any genius to figure out what had taken place.
 
"I'll have to give it to you though, four-eyes. You do have a good taste for friends. Your rather, your friends taste good~" Josh picked his teeth nonchalantly, sitting on a bench. "It's been some time since I last done this, but I don't think I ever had a meal this delicious."
 
"Let...let her out!" Rick cried out weakly, trembling.
 
"Don't think that'd be much use by now, buddy," Josh' cheeks suddenly puffed, then went back to normal. "But part of your wish might come true right now."
 
Josh casually spat some small object that fell on the floor with a loud metallic sound, then another one and then yet another, bouncing and rolling around. At first Rick thought they were watermelon seeds, based on their size and the way they were being discarded but a closer look revealed them to be piercings. Rick felt sick.
 
Josh belched again, sending yet another object flying from his mouth, although this time it consisted in a pair of black panties covered in gastric juices. Had Rick's fears needed any confirmation, there was hardly a greater one.
 
"She definetely hit the spot, but those goth freaks got a whole lot of shlock in them. Stuff's going to keep coming out of me for the rest of the day, I guess."
 
"You asshole!" Rick's shuddered from disgust, anger and sorrow. "How did you even do it?!"
 
"Huh? It was quite easy. Your friend here," The jock patted his bloated stomach hard, making it's surface ripple with a wet sound. "might look strong, but I overpowered her quite easily. She wanted to threaten me into leaving the school, but she had nothing to back those threats with. And ya know, I was feeling kinda peckish and she looking all eatable there with her fat tits..."
 
Rick looked down, defeated. So it turned out that Josh was the predator, not Sarah. He had sent his friend to her doom. The nerd felt awful.
 
"Heh, don't get so sad, four-eyes. There are worse ways to go, and better friends to make. Besides, it's no use crying for a girl when she's barely solid," Josh got up awkwardly, his stomach shaking with loud sloshing noises. He waddled towards Rick. "And this belly just feels so good!"
 
The bully pressed his victim between his over-stuffed belly and the wall, pinning the nerd like a bug. Rick could feel the hit of the protruding stomach and it's contents being pressed lazily but mercilessly by the organ. To know that it had been Sarah who was there was just terrible.
 
"How do you like your friend now, eh? Gotta say, we were way better friends. At least I didn't go soft on ya like this chick. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUURP!" Rick had to avert his face from the vile burp, which expelled a bunch of other piercings that hit him directly like wet, gross bullets. "Oooooh fuck, that felt good! Hope you mind it, four-eyes. I'm a man after all."
 
Rick did mind it. A lot. But that wouldn't stop Josh.
 
"Stop, let me go...!" Rick said weakly.
 
"Nah, I'd rather have you stay there as I finish digesting your friend. Some belly rubs would be welcome though, so if you treat me to some, I might make your life a bit easier in the future."
 
Rick stared at Josh with intense hatred.
 
"Or rather," The jock corrected himself. "If you DON'T treat me to some, I'll make your life even more of a living hell."
 
Josh grinned as he saw Rick slowly giving way, thinking of the danger of not complying with his bully. Eventually, Josh released Rick from his pinned position and, reclining on the bench, allowed the nerd to begrudgingly rub his enormous gut. To Rick this was the final nail on the coffin: not only he had led Sarah to this shameful end, now he also was helping her devourer to relax and digest her. Josh' constant belching of cheer satisfaction didn't make things any better.
 
Rick couldn't actually feel and see (and hear) the jock's belly gradually diminish in size, until it became only a hideous potbelly not unlike some severe beer guts drunkards often got. Josh suddenly raised a leg and happily allowed a loud fart to trumpet out of his behind, much to Rick's chagrin.
 
"Sounds like your friend wants out," The jock got up and rubbed his gut, which was letting out loud intestinal sounds by now. "How about we leave a little surprise in the women's changing room, for them to find tomorrow?"
 
Rick grew pale but Josh just smirked and went in his way of mischief. Rick definetely could hear sounds that atested to the consumation of the jock's plan, and then he returned much lighter.
 
"Let's clear out. I don't the school to find out that I'm the serial Dump-and-Runner that has been driving them crazy."
 
 
 
...
 
 
The next day, Rick was just minding his own business in school, picking up stuff at his locker, which he had finally managed to clean completely. People had returned to their old habits of whispering and giggling and saying rude things, but he didn't even care anymore. All he could think about was Sarah, lost after been regained so recently...
 
Then, there was a loud voice calling him and Rick turned around just to see somebody storming in his direction with long, furious strides not unlike those of Sarah on that fateful day. But it wasn't his friend, it was Josh.
 
"Hey, four-eyes! I gotta talk to ya!" He sounded angry, demoralized and shocked all at the same time. "What the hell was in that friend of yours?! Look what she did to me!"
 
Rick finally paid attention to his tormentor. There was definetely something wrong with him, but what was it? Then, the nerd realized it: he didn't even notice it when the jock was storming toawards him, even though it was jiggling and clapping the whole way, but it was the jock's ass. It was so large and round, you could see it from the front!
 
Rick had to cover his mouth to supress his laughter.
 
"THIS ISN'T FUNNY, GODDAMIT! Do you have any idea of how bad this is for my athletic performance?! The guys won't leave me alone with the dumptruck jokes!"
 
"I'm sorry Josh, I really," But Rick broke into laughter again, this time unable to restrain himself, tears filling his eyes. Sarah had gone out with a bang, and with a vengeance.
 
"Damn four-eyes, I won't let a shrimp like you make fun of me! NOR YOU!" Josh turned around angrily at the other students in the hallway, who had also started giggling and pointing at the jock, causing them to hurry away scared. "It's all that crazy bitch's fault, but since she isn't around anymore, you'll have to take responsability instead!"
 
"Josh? Holy fuck, is that you?" Greg's voice came from behind the top jock.
 
Josh turn around, blushing but trying to keep a serious expression. Greg and Donny, some of his main lackeys, were standing there and staring at him unblinkingly.
 
"Of course it's me, idiots. What do you want?"
 
"Bro...you look dummy thick...!" Greg finally managed to say, clearly barely able to believe his own words.
 
"So what? Never seen a predator after digesting a whole woman?" Josh practically snarled his response.
 
"But...how are we supposed to concentrate during football practice with you looking like this...?" Donny thought aloud.
 
"That's your problem, not mine. There's no rule against it in this, or any other football team in the state for that matter."
 
"Is it that nerd's fault, bro?" Greg asked. "If we give him hell, will you come back to normal?"
 
"Yeah!" Donny clenched his fists enthusiastically. "Let's rough him up real good for you!"
 
"NO!" Josh shouted, paralyzing his myrmidons who were advancing towards Rick. He blushed even harder, then said: "Nobody lays a finger on four-eyes here, okay?! Nobody!"
 
"But bro, he's just a stupid nerd...!"
 
"Greg, you shouldn't provoke me when your mom is so hot. And you Donny, you have twin older sisters, don't you?"
 
"You can't be serious, Josh..."
 
"I'm dead serious! If anyone touches as much of a hair from his head, my ass is growing fatter on their bloodline! Do you understand?"
 
The jocks were silent but sweated bullets.
 
"DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!"
 
The two nodded.
 
"Good. Now scram, I'm tryna talk to four-eyes here," Once his fellow football players departed, Josh turned once again his attention towards Rick. "Don't think I'm doing this because I'm your friend, nerd. I just gotta preserve you until you pay me back for that freak's little prank, okay?"
 
Rick nodded silently, his old fear of the bully replacing the hilarity of the situation. But then, Josh added with a whisper:
 
"Do you think I look good, though?"
 
"Huh?! What...?" Rick eyes widdened at this unespected question. "Uh....I guess?"
 
"Do you think I'd look good with...more curves? Like...thighs...butt...hell, even chest. Do you?"
 
"You'd remind of...hm, of Sarah."
 
"I see. My girlfriend and her cheerleader friends have been annoying me a lot recently..." The jock turned around and walked away, his massive dumptruck ass clapping all the way.
 
Rick was flabberghasted. Josh had inherited Sarah's bodymass alright. But could it be...? But that was impossible, there was no case of a prey's emotions affecting it's predator, not even in nature.
 
The nerd went to his next class unsure if he should still be sad for his lost friend or happy that she'd been so quickly substitued as a bodyguard by someone clearly more competent than herself in that department.
 
 
 
 
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