Turnabouts of Love (Comm)
 
 
"Max? Are you listening to me?"
 
"What is it, Dulce?"
 
"You've been very aloof recently, it's starting to worry me. What's going on inside that cute little head of yours, buddy?"
 
"Oh, you know," Max blushed, as he usually did whenever Dulce was direct with him and avoided making eye-contact. Gosh, if only he wasn't such a nervous guy...! "College's been stressing me out and all that. The usual stuff."
 
"Please, as if I'd buy that, when you ace every exam with barely any effort! Come on, I've been your friend for years, you know you can tell me anything!"
 
"Well...almost anything..." Max thought, but then said: "It's just that some people have been picking on me lately and it's making me feel a bit down."
 
"Some people or one specific person?" Dulce frowned.
 
"One person..." Max said in a low voice, looking down.
 
"Chester."
 
"Bingo."
 
Dulce sighed deeply while Max turned his face away, ashamed. He was a decently good-looking young adult, with short black hair and above average inteligence for a college kid but he also had suffered from the unlucky combination of an unimpressive height ( he was 5'5, with little to no hope of getting any taller) and shy, nervous disposition. His extreme timidness gave him social skills that left a lot to be desired, so it was no wonder that the young man saw his friendship with Dulce as nothing short of a miracle.
 
They knew each other from way back to highschool, where the girl, always having a soft spot for sensitive people had approached the lonely boy herself and given him an ultimatum that they'd be the greatest of friends. How could he refuse? The result was that, indeed, they became as close as two peas on a pod, to the amazement of their classmates, who couldn't understand what such a beautiful girl could possibly see in her nervous little companion.
 
Time passed, they graduated an moved on to college, but fate had decided that they were not meant to be separated so soon. They found an affordable dorm and, seeing that whoever got it would have to share it with someone else, became roommates.
 
Always strikingly attractive, the years had done a surprising job at improving what was already so near perfection and Dulce, sculpting her body into that of a fertility goddess. There were few women in town, perhaps in the whole region, who could come close to the shape of her lips, the gleam in her warm brown eyes. Her dark hair was long and her personal pride, and her skin also had hints of a darker tone which gave her a certain exotic, foreign air. Her breasts were quite large and made it a little hard not to stare while talking with her but it was her "cake" which took, well, the cake.
 
Such a massive ass, Max had never thought possible to exist. Each cheek dwarfing her head, larger than most watermelons, Dulce's rump was simply enormous. It wobbled ferociously whenever she walked, causing about just any neck that came across it to turn to check if that gigantic posterior was real or just a blessed illusion, some reflection cast on Earth of some pagan paradise.
 
Now, Max was not particularly malicious but it's easy to imagine the effect of such voluptuous company on the mind of a young adult. Beating around the bush is quite useless, to tell the truth, he had an overwhelming crush on his best friend! Of course, she was by fat the hottest woman he knew, but Dulce was also the kindest, funniest and most interesting gal around as well. They frequently went out together, just the two of them, hanging out just about anywhere while just being happy with having each other around. Still, he knew those were not dates, he could see in Dulce's eyes when he looked at him that her intentions weren't romantic.
 
No, those eyes said "Wow, he's such a great friend..." and why would they say anything else, when Dulce looked like a model and he was a boring, shy mess? Max knew she was way out of his league.
 
"So, what has Chester been doing now?" Dulce inquired.
 
"Besides all the bullying, he's been forcing me to do his homework and help him cheat on the tests and quizes. I don't want to do it, of course, but he says I've to, or else..."
 
"Or else what?"
 
"...he'll eat me."
 
There was a moment of silence as the mood grew heavy in the dorm. Chester, the object of their little heart-to-heart was the number one bully at college, a blonde whose long hair reached down his shoulders, with sunglasses and braces on his teeth, which he constantly showed when he grinned mischievously. Nerdy and almost androginous, Chester was helped by the fact that he was exceedingly tall, towering over most other men and especially over Max, who he tormented with the greatest glee precisely because their difference in size was so blatant.
 
Now, it was not only Chester's impressive size and mean-spirited playfulness which made him such an intimidating figure to the entire college. He was also rumored to be a pred with a particular taste for fellow students, who went missing from time to time. Believers in this theory pointed out the fact of how once, during class, Chester had coughed up a pair of glasses suspiciously like Lucy Wheeler's, who hadn't come to class for the two previous days. Equaly damning, they said, was the size of Chester's rear. Of course, it was far from reaching Dulce's girth, but men usually didn't get bubble butts without adhering to rather...shocking diets.
 
"Come on Max, you know he's just using those silly rumors to frighten you. Chester's a sleazy, good-for-nothing bully." Dulce tried to reasure her roommate.
 
"It's just that he's so hard to resist!" Max sighed. "He scares me so much that I start half-believing he's a predator and can't say "no". He's been tormenting me in this way since the last semester!"
 
"Oh Max!" Almost sobbing herself, Dulce hugged her best friend, quite unaware that she was pressing his head between her huge boobs and making the whole breathing thing considerably harder. "You poor thing! You've been suffering all by yourself for so long, without sharing it with me! Oh, how I hate bullies!"
 
"Mmmhphhh!" Max tried to say something but his voice came out muffled, which alerted Dulce to the fact that she had her roommate trapped.
 
"Oh, sorry, hehe!" She let go of him, but caressed his hair like a doting mother or older sister. "I wonder why that brute chose you out of all people. You never did anyone harm."
 
"You probably don't remember it, but Chester used to go to the same highschool as we did. He wasn't as bad back then, though quite the bully already, but he used to hide stuff in high places and tease me about my height from time to time."
 
"Asshole," Dulce pouted, furiously crossing her arms. "I think what he needs is a wake up call. Something to show him that you're not his fool. I know it's hard Max, but have you ever tried to say "no" to him, or stand up for yourself?"
 
"Considering his size..."
 
"Nevermind about his size. He's a coward who picks up on people who can't or won't defend themselves."
 
"Maybe you're right. Maybe I need to show him I won't endure his bullying anymore."
 
"That's the spirit!" Dulce cheerfully kissed him on the cheek, leaving the young man blushing while she exited his room, her huge ass wobbling behind her.
 
 
...
 
 
Max was having a susprisingly good day at college, something which instantly set him into thinking while he made his way to his next class. Why was his day being good? Oh right, Chester. No sign of him so far. Phew, that was lucky!
 
His thoughts were interrupted by two firm hands seizing his shoulders and he felt like a powerless doll as said hands slammed him into the lockers.
 
"You bastard!" He could hear a voice he recognized berating him. "You two-faced asshole!"
 
Fuck. It was Chester.
 
As soon as Max recovered from the sudden impact, he gazed at his assailant. Chester was looking straight at him with "righteous" fury, his breathing heavy from the sheer intensity of his outrage.
 
"I can't believe you had the audacity to give me a fake cheat sheet for that test! You screwed me over, you dipshit, and now they're sending me to the dean's office!"
 
Max tried to gaze back at his bully with at least half of his fury. Since that talk he had with Dulce he had been reflecting on how he should get back at Chester and decided that, as of late, getting sloppy with the help he provided for the blonde would be the easiest way. Now though, in the hands of his towering enemy, he kinda regreted it.
 
"Not gonna say anything in your defence? Good. That's fucking good. Small as you are, I could have gobbled you up ages ago like a fucking apperitif but no, I give you chance after chance and you repay me with a knife on the back," Chester's tone was surprisingly resentful, considering he totally deserved any form of revenge after tormenting the other student for so long. "But I fucking swear Max, there'll be payback for this, just you wait."
 
Chester's face came closer to Max's and he closed his eyes, expecting that any moment he'd be devoured whole. Instead, he only felt a warm, wet tongue running across his cheek. The bully was just getting a taste. At least for now.
 
"I'll see you around, snack," Chester let go of his victim and started walking away. "You bet your sweet ass this isn't going to be the last of me."
 
The aftermath of this encounter was, obviously, scary as hell but also deeply satisfying for Max. He had thwarted, somehow, his terrible adversary and escaped with his life. Chester's promises of revenge were worrisome but then again, maybe the dean would expell him and it'd be the end of the daily torture. Fingers crossed that blonde jerk would get what was coming for him.
 
With a mix of those two feelings, Max went on with his daily classes and even attended a lengthy and quite boring lecture a few hours after the locker incident. He was almost dozing off into Dreamland when his cellphone suddenly buzzed with a notification. How strange, who could be sending him a message now?
 
Max gazed at the screen and almost dropped his phone, then, looking around to see if nobody had noticed it, gazed at it again. Dulce had sent him a picture and the contents of said picture were enough to make any man's heart skip a beat.
 
It featured Dulce herself in a rather...extravagant attire. She was posing in front of a mirror and, most notably, wasn't wearing any pants. Her humongous buttcheeks were free to breathe in all their glory, a pathetic thong completely swallowed by the two mounds of soft meat. Never, in their entire history together as friends, had Max ever seen Dulce in so scandalous a manner. But that was not all, for a new message was popping up beneath the photo. It ran thus:
 
 
"i think its time we started taking things more serioulys. . ."
 
 
He quickly answered something in the way of polite shock, followed by respectful admiration of her physical beauty and ended matters, for now, with agreement to her own message. Max then quickly hid his phone and pretended to pay attention to the lecture, while in reality he could only think of those fat cheeks almost spilling out of his screen to wobble against his face until he blissfully suffocated on them. Never before he wanted a lecture to be over with such intensity and when the time to leave college arrived, he rushed towards the dorms like a man on a mission.
 
After a few minutes, he arrived at his own dorm and, throwing his things aside and panting, picked up his phone and messaged his crush:
 
"Dulce, I'm here. Where U at?"
 
The reply took about five seconds to arrive.
 
"in my room silly where else? Come here so we can move to the next level. . ."
 
His heart throbbed aggressively inside his chest. The pit of his stomach was coming up to his throat than down again, overcome by a cold sensation that was the complete opposite of the feverish warmth that had taken over the rest of his body. He didn't know how but Dulce wanted him and gosh, she'd have him as long as anxiety didn't kill him on his way to her room!
 
He reached a trembling hand to the doorknob. Behind that door, the hottest woman ever was waiting for him in heaven-only-knows what level of undress. He gulped and his hand recoiled. His palm was all sweaty and that just wasn't right. He wiped it on his shirt and took a deep breath, then reached his hand again. He opened the door.
 
His heart stopped beating for a moment, a cold bucket of water dropped on his spirit as his eager smile became a frown due to his jaw dropping.
 
"Surprise! Wasn't exactly who you expected to see, now was I?~"
 
Sitting on the edge of Dulce's bed, smiling at Max like an overfed demon was none other than his arch-nemesis Chester, his hands slowly caressing the surface of the pale, grotesquely swollen belly the blonde was sporting. To Max's horror, he watched the giant orb wiggle weakly, its contents offering some pathetic form of feeble resistance. There was something alive, maybe barely so, inside Chester's stomach.
 
"Ooh fuck, I'm stuff𝗼𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗼𝗼𝗼𝗼𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗼𝗼𝗼𝗼𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗼𝗢𝗼𝗼𝗼𝗢𝗼𝗢𝗢𝗼𝗼𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝘂𝘂𝗨𝗨𝗨𝘂𝘂𝘂𝗨𝗨𝗨𝗨𝗨𝗨𝗨𝗥𝗣!" A huge pocket of hot gas escaped Chester's mouth, expelling alongside it a bra and thong-like panties. They were unmistakably Dulce's. "Damn, that was a good one! Haven't had this much meat in ages, heh."
 
Max stared at the discarded articles of clothing, slimy and smelly. His fists clenched. He was trembling, but not from anxiety. Burning anger and the most extreme fear overcame him, fighting for complete control in his heart. He must have looked like a complete mess to Chester, who simply chuckled and got up from the bed, the sudden movement making his belly bounce a little and its contents sloshing loudly.
 
"Look alive Romeo, this is just a little change of plans. So what if you'll spend the evening with your good ol' friend Chester instead of with this slut? I told you earlier there'd be payback, nerd!" Chester had approached Max who, angry as he was, recoiled instinctly from the predator until his back touched the wall and Chester pinned his body against it with his belly. "Wanna know what happened at the dean's, huh? I was left off with a warning, just a slap on the wrist, dumbass! That asshole said that the next time it happened I'd be expelled. Oh, but the best part is I still got suspended! Fucking thank you!"
 
It was hard for Max to reply. His little vendetta seemed so insubstantial now that a guy who was considerably larger than himself was mercilessly pressing a gut filled with his best friend and love-interest against his body. The softeness and warmth made Chester's gut look like a separate being altogether, some carnivorous blackhole that stole everything Max ever had.
 
"Fact is, I hate being screwed over, so as soon as I got out of the office I began thinking on how I'd get back on you. Being eaten alive wasn't enough punishment so I decided to go after your little crush instead," Chester patted his gut lovingly and it answered with a few satisfied glorps.
 
"H-How did you..." Max managed to speak, although weakly. "...learn about Dulce? How did you figure out where we lived...?"
 
"I've been stalking you, dumbass!" Chester laughed. "I always thought that the day would come when I'd need to teach you a lesson. Besides, you aren't exactly subtle about your crush, loverboy. Not that I blame you though, I could tell this chick was something else when I sneaked into your dorm and caught her taking pics of her ass to post on Instagram. Gosh, and what an ass! I couldn't help myself, I had to claim her. So I pounced on that bitch, stuffed her head into my mouth while my hands went straight away to her rump an, oh, how soft and meaty it was! Tasted delicious as well."
 
"You filthy piece of..."
 
Max was interrupted by another loud burp, this time straight on his face. His nostrils burned with the acrid stench and his face was splattered with droplets of saliva.
 
"That's right, breathe it all in," Chester grinned maliciously. "By the way, that pic you got? I sent it to you. She was already gut filler by then. The message was also me, since I knew you'd never be able to resist such a perfect trap. What's that? Uncomfortable there? Too bad, you should get used to this feeling 'cause you've just been promoted to belly massager!"
 
"What?! You're crazy! I won't do that, especially not to you!" Was Max outraged reply.
 
Chester just shrugged, rather unsurprised. Slowly, the blonde opened his mouth wide, panting and letting Max feel his hot breath against his face. Then, he casually grabbed Max's head, slowly putting it inside his cavernous maw.
 
"W-Wait! Don't do this! I'll do whatever you want, even rub your belly! See?" His hands went to the blonde's bloated gut and began nervously caressing its soft surface. "I'm doing what you want, so don't eat me!"
 
Chester spat out his head and bursted out laughing, his laugh surprisingly musical for such a gluttonous bully.
 
"Holy shit Max, what a cowardly bitch! You're almost endearing, ya know? But double-crossing prick that you are, I gotta admit you're pretty fucking good with those hands," Chester instinctly closed his eyes and smiled, letting the shorter youth work on his white dough. "You're working wonders in there, Max. Don't even think about stopping, or else..."
 
Max gulped. Chester didn't need to finish the threat. The timid young man knew the blonde would eat him without thinking twice if he lwt him down again. So he went on rubbing and massaging that huge, loud gut, while his bully went "Ahh-h-h!~" and "Hmmm!~" as his digestion received this extra, if unwilling help.
 
Thirty minutes later, Chester raised his hand.
 
"That's good enough for our first session, buddy. While I'd love to stay longer, I've got stuff to do so I better finish digesting this pile of meat at my own place," Chester smacked his belly and it made a loud, drum-like sound. He moved towards the door, then suddenly paused and turned around. "See you tomorrow, with a surprise I bet you won't see coming."
 
And just like that, the sated predator wadded out of the room and the dorm as casually as if he had been an invited guest parting ways with a willing host. Max was left to the solitude of the dorm, now only his own. He went to his room, eyes empty like a zombie's, and threw himself on bed. He couldn't believe Dulce was gone. At first he could only few sadness, until he remembered Chester's promise to be back. He grew scared, for he knew that nothing good could ever come from a "surprise" from the bully. Confused like a shell-shock victim, Max trembled as he feared what tomorrow would bring.
 
 
 
The next day, in fact, was a weekend, so he didn't go to college. Perhaps he wouldn't see Chester again after all. Maybe the blonde was still dealing with what remained of his meal and didn't even remember his short victim. Max didn't feel like going out though, since it just wouldn't be the same without Dulce...
 
He heard a knock on the door. Max was so down in the dumps that he didn't even prepare anything to eat, ordering food instead. Maybe it was the delivery guy, but that'd be a little strange considering he had just made his order. Still, better to check it out.
 
"Coming..." Max said in a weak, sad voice and got up from bed and opened the door. His eyes widened.
 
Standing before him was exactly the person he least wanted to see: Chester, the tireless tormentor. He looked pretty comfy, wearing a reddish sweater plus a pair of black leggings and...wait, was it just the leggings or did the blonde's thighs look...thicker? Goodness, they were! Most girls would kill for such a pair, the kind you can crush watermelons with.
 
"You're staring, dumbass~" Chester laughed, a sardonic smile on his face. "Your girlfriend did quite a number on me, as you can see. Check this out!"
 
Saying that, Chester turned around cheerfully and Max almost fainted at the sight that met his eyes. His once humble bubble butt had grown to enormous proportions, easily dwarfing Dulce's own rump. Each cheek being larger than a watermelon was a severe understatement, that meaty thing jiggling whenever Chester moved was a whopping 55-inch ass!
 
"Geez, what a shameless nerd you are! Can't blame you though, I look amazing!" Chester came in, not waiting any sort of invitation and grabbed Max by the wrist. "Come along, we're bouta have some fun here!"
 
The blonde dragged Max to Dulce's room, the place he had not dared to visit since the previous day, and threw him effortlessly on the bed.
 
"If I look like this now, it's all on you, so I thought I'd thank you. How does a kiss from your crush sound?" Max gasped as Chester turned around. He knew what was going to happen way before that gigantic ass came down on his face, obscuring his view and enveloping his being with its soft, tremendous girth.
 
His screams came out muffled from beneath those titanic glutes and although he couldn't hear it, he could feel that his bully was laughing throw the jiggling surface of his ass. His struggles were likewise supressed and it sank on Max that Chester would now be always able to tease and torment him with his added mass that had once been Dulce. This is going to be a long semester...