Bella Wins The Twerk-Off
Shrunken First Semester
Chapter 8
As Bella and JJ continued their twerk-off, the energy in the room was electric. The crowd had formed a tight circle around them, half recording on their phones for posterity and the other half staring hypnotized at the two big-bootied e-girls' massive, jiggling cheeks. The only one who wasn't having a good time was Max, pummeled between his giant captor's buttocks every time she moved her ass to the beat.
While Bella had the clear lead regarding technique, JJ's incessant, booze-fueled energy was definitely giving her a run for her money. As the song neared its climax, the redhead stepped over to the nearest wall and attempted a handstand, earning a roar of approval from the crowd.
"Ooh," said Bella, watching her intoxicated dorm mother struggling to stay balanced. "That doesn't look safe, JJ."
"Shut UP!" JJ spat, trying her hardest to maintain her handstand while keeping her giant butt in motion. "I've done this a million-"
PPRRAAAAAAPPPPPP
As if on cue, another loud fart blasted out of JJ's ass—knocking her off balance, sending her tumbling down onto a folding table covered in half-full beer pong cups, showering a dozen onlookers in beer and bringing the contest screeching to a halt.
"Fuck," said JJ, giggling and pushing herself back onto her feet. "That doesn't count. I want a do-over!"
Still standing triumphantly in the center of the room, Bella smiled. "Nah, I think that counts."
"Fuckin' whatever," the drunk redhead groaned. "It's not like I even wanted your little butt boy in the first place. I bet it'd take me a week to get the stink of your ass off him."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," said Bella, shaking her head. "Better luck next time, girl."
"Alright!" The DJ's voice thundered through the speakers. "Ladies and gentlemen, your twerk-off winner: Bella Hart!!!"
A series of grating air horn sound effects followed. As the crowd erupted into applause, Bella gave her booty a final victory shake before sauntering off toward the drink counter.
Meanwhile, down in her ass, Max breathed a huge sigh of relief. While he'd been out cold for most of the buildup to the contest, Bella and JJ's follow-up conversation made it clear that he'd just dodged a bullet. He couldn't think of many girls in House Fortuna who were unambiguously good, but based on everything he'd ever seen of JJ, she made his current captor look like a saint.
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As Bella poured herself a celebratory drink, she allowed a long, mercifully silent fart out into her shrunken captive's face. She'd been holding it in for the entirety of the twerk-off, and while she'd managed to avoid letting it affect her performance, it could have gotten pretty dicey if JJ hadn't tried her little stunt when she did. Now, though, it was finally over—and she was ready to celebrate.
*
An hour later, after a few drinks and some more mingling with her sorority sisters and admirers, Bella was feeling better than ever. Having narrowly avoided losing her newest shrunken fan to her big, messy drama queen of a dorm mother, she was riding high. The only question now was when she'd make her exit.
"Bella!"
Hearing Crystal's voice behind her again, Bella grimaced. "Crystal."
"Ohmygod you CRUSHED it out there, girl!" Stumbling up to the voluptuous black senior, the perky blonde freshman looked and sounded even drunker than before. "Your ass looks DUMMY thick in those shorts."
Once again, Bella forced a smile. Of all the things she'd grown to find irritating about Crystal in their month of living in the same house, the way that the painfully straight 18-year-old pretended to like girls whenever she got drunk never ceased to get on her nerves. "Thanks."
"Listen," said Crystal, brushing up against Bella and blushing. "I heard what you and JJ were talking about earlier... do you really have a real shrunken guy up your ass right now?"
Bella rolled her eyes. "Lower your voice."
"Sorry," whispered the blonde influencer. "So it's true? What does it feel like?"
"Isn't this like your whole thing?" Bella scoffed. "Size Queen Crystal?"
"Well, yeah," said Crystal, a clear note of insecurity in her voice. "But... you know. Up until now, I've just been using action figures and little rubber guys. Not real people. I bet it's such a rush."
"I mean," Bella sighed. "Maybe the first couple of times it happened. Now I'm just kinda used to it."
Crystal's jaw dropped. "You've done this before?"
"I mean, yeah, girl." Bella shrugged. While she'd usually be a lot less forthcoming about the details of her shrunken guy habit, her last drink had done a pretty good job loosening her tongue. "Not on purpose. They just mail themselves to me. The guy I've got back there now is, like, at least the thirtieth one."
"Wow." Crystal shook her head, her big blue eyes wide with admiration. "W-what happened to all the others? Do you still have them?"
"Nah." Bella smiled. "That's the only problem with 'em, they wear out pretty fast."
"Oh," said Crystal, clearly taking notes in her head. "That makes sense."
Between Bella's massive cheeks, Max was getting every word of this. While he was still glad to have avoided ending up with JJ, the idea that his captor had "worn out" thirty separate shrunken guys before him was deeply unsettling—and it didn't make him terribly optimistic about his chances going forward.
"Anyway," said Bella, draining the rest of her cup and standing, "I think I'm gonna call it for tonight. I'll see you round."
"Oh! Okay..." Watching Bella leave, Crystal hesitated for a moment. Then she took a big swig of her drink and stood to go after her. "Wait! Bella..."
Against her better judgment, Bella stopped. "What?"
"Maybe we could go back to your room, and you could... teach me a thing or two?" Crystal blushed. "About shrunken guys, I mean."
Bella froze. While her sober self would have wanted no part of letting Crystal into her room, her drunk self found it hard to ignore how good the blonde freshman looked tonight...
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July 19
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