Turning around and coming face to face with a very familiar buxom redhead, Bella shook her head and smiled. "JJ, what is your fat old ass doing at this party?"

 

"Same thing as you, girl," said JJ, shaking her ample assets and grinning. "Tryna find a face to sit on!"

 

Watching JJ's ample chest jiggling, Bella couldn't resist a laugh. The only person on campus who gave Crystal any competition in terms of open and unapologetic toxicity was their dumpster fire of a dorm mother. A knockout valley girl, former top drama vlogger and the sole authority figure for House Fortuna since Bella's freshman year, Joy "JJ" Jubilance remained one of the most immature and irresponsible people that the bottom-heavy senior had ever met. Now, wearing her usual uniform of a crop top hoodie, yoga pants and Crocs, she looked like she'd just rolled out of bed—or maybe she was just that drunk already.

 

"Uh..." Beside them, a short, meek-looking young man wearing glasses and a sweater vest waved toward JJ. "E-excuse me, aren't you..."

 

"Yeah, it's me." Turning to Bella, JJ rolled her eyes and flashed a smirk. "They let anyone into these things now, huh?"

 

"Whoa!" The young man's face was glowing. "I'm a huge fan of your-"

 

"Thanks," said JJ, barely paying attention. "Listen, what's your name?"

 

"J-John," he said, blushing.

 

"Hey, Josh." JJ smiled. "You wanna do me a favor?"

 

John's eyes went wide. "I... yeah! Anything!"

 

"Cool," she said, "C'mere."

 

When John obediently stepped forward, the curvy dorm mother grabbed his head and dragged him around to the crack of her ass. With nothing but a thin pair of yoga pants to separate him from her plump rump, his face quickly disappeared between her big, doughy cheeks. Then, to add insult to injury, she pulled out her phone and started recording.

 

"Okey-dokey Josh," she giggled, winking for the camera. "Open wide!"

 

 

Before John could wriggle free of JJ's commanding grasp, a massive, wet fart blasted out of her ass. Unable to escape her clutches and fighting the overwhelming urge to gag, he was left coughing and spluttering while the curvy redhead recorded every second of his humiliation for her millions of followers. Around them, several other girls turned and laughed, more than familiar with JJ's usual antics at campus parties.

 

"Ahhh," said JJ, releasing the terrified young man and turning her attention to her screen. "'Loser Gets Face Full of My Farts.' Aaand POST!"

 

Gasping for breath at her feet, too stunned for words, John simply lowered his eyes and retreated into the crowd—his online reputation tainted forever in the blink of an eye. Watching the shell-shocked little loser slink away in shame, JJ and Bella burst out laughing.

 

"Poor little perv," said Bella, shaking her head. "Hope he liked it."

 

"Could be worse." JJ shrugged. "Better than ending up as one of your little butt boys, right?"

 

Bella hesitated, genuinely taken aback. "...My little what?"

 

"Don't play dumb with me, B." JJ wiggled her eyebrows. "I see the packages you get in the mailroom. Little air holes poked in the top, big 'handle with care' stickers. How many shrunken guys have you got back there right now?"

 

As the sloppy redhead reached down to grope her butt, Bella winced. "Girl... we're in public!"

 

"Oooh," JJ giggled, her fingers brushing up against the outline of Max's still-unconscious form, "I think I found one!" Feeling her stomach gurgling again, she grinned. "Perfect timing... you mind if I borrow him for a sec?"

 

Bella scowled. Her dorm mother was already a lot to handle sober, but alcohol really didn't do her any favors. "Yes, JJ. I do mind."

 

"Okay..." Again, JJ wiggled her eyebrows. "Then how about we twerk for him?"

 

"What?"

 

"I said..." Standing up and staggering a little, JJ extended a finger in Bella's direction. "I challenge YOU to a twerk-off. Winner gets your butt boy."

 

"I..." Bella sighed. While she wasn't a fan of stooping to these kinds of challenges, she got the feeling that it was going to be a lot easier than whatever kind of scene JJ would make if she said no. "Fine."

 

Grinning wider than ever, JJ turned and nodded toward the DJ in the corner. Instantly, a popular dance track started thumping, and a small crowd began to gather around the two curvaceous internet stars.

 

"Hey, everybody!" shouted JJ, raising her hands and striking a pose. "Who wants to see the two baddest bitches at Ventus throw some ass?"

 

Beside her, Bella was already regretting her decision—but based on the number of catcalls and cellphone flashes all around them, the crowd was loving every second of it. Ecstatic at the prospect of seeing the house's two biggest butts going at each other, they roared with approval.

 

"Alright," said JJ, nodding again to the DJ. "Spin that shit!"

 

"Three... two... one..." All around them, a countdown sound effect blared from House Diana's expensive speaker system. "GO!"

 

With that, Bella and JJ were off—gyrating their big, jiggling butts to the beat of the music.

 

As two of the internet's most-followed personalities — who had each built a significant portion of their personal brands off of their well-above-average asses — they were both no strangers to twerking. As a freshman and sophomore, Bella had won several competitions on campus. JJ wasn't any slouch, either. For everyone watching, the sight was downright hypnotic.

 

While this was happening, down in Bella's ass, Max was finally starting to shake off his captor's last barrage of farts—only to find his huge, jiggling prison engulfed in a massive ass-quake. Paired with the lingering smell of Bella's massive asshole, and the considerable amount of sweat she was already working up, it was almost enough to make him nauseous. This was definitely not the way he'd expected his second-ever college party to play out.

 

"Y'all like that, huh?!" JJ shouted, grinding her hips even harder and shooting a smirk in Bella's direction.

 

Bella chuckled. While her dorm mother's dancing was impressive, she was clearly already slowing down—and the heroic amount of alcohol in her system wasn't helping. But the song wasn't over yet...