As I've said in the last chapter, something totally out of the blue will happen in this one. You may need a few stitches after this chapter.

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER IS DISGUSTING! IF YOU ARE AMONG THE FAINT OF HEART, THEN YOU'VE READ ENOUGH OF THIS STORY! BUT GO AHEAD! DO WHATEVER YOU WANT!

My Big Fat Creepy Roommate

Flatness, CO2 and Nudity

Justin awoke feeling out of shape. He was not sure why at first, but within a few seconds of waking up, he remembered the fight he had with Millicent the night before. However, it was not until when the model struggled to get up out of bed that he realised why he was feeling out of shape.

Justin was as flat as a pancake on Pancake Tuesday.

The model gritted his teeth in anger. Boy was he going to kill Owen! Speaking of which, why in God's name was Justin feeling lumpy?

"Morning Justin," came a voice from behind the model. Justin desperately tried to peel himself off of Owen's body but he only ended up falling to the floor in the same manner as a sheet of paper. The model tried to scamper away but Owen got up out of his bed, bent down and picked Justin up. He pulled Justin onto his lap, wrapped his arms around his waist and said:

"Goodness Justin, you're mighty flat today!"

Justin rolled his eyes in frustration. "Yeah, and I wonder why," he sneered. Owen shrugged – not getting that he flattened Justin because he rolled over him in the bed – and blew into Justin's mouth to thicken him up. Justin wanted to scream as loud as he could, but the carbon dioxide that was pushing and shoving down his oesophagus prevented the helpless model from doing so. After what seemed like an eternity for poor old Justin, he was finally inflated to the point he was as big as he was before Owen rolled him like a ball of dough.

Justin lay across Owen's bare naked lap as he desperately gasped for oxygen.

"So you wanna make out?" Owen asked innocently, believing that Justin was having an orgasm. Justin ignored him, got up from the cannibal's lap and walked out of the room – not realising that he too was naked.

Chris was busy rolling over fifteen adult male prostitutes and fifteen adult female prostitutes when there was a rough knocking on the door. Chris ignored it and continued to roll over the thirty bodies that lay in a uniformed fashion on his sitting room floor. The knocking grew louder and more persistent. Eventually, Chris got annoyed and got up; assuring his prostitutes he'd be back for more.

Chris put on a bathrobe and trudged over to the door to answer it. "What do you want?!" he demanded. "And why the Hell are you bollock naked?!"

"Chris, I can't take it anymore!" Justin protested. "That Owen has been driving me demented. He pissed on me, took a shit on me, ejaculated up my hole, damaged my modelling career, got me five weeks of community service, got me ten lashes to my beautiful body and just this morning he flattened me like a pancake!"

"And your point is?" groaned Chris, losing his patience.

"My point is I'm sick and tired of that fat piece of shit fucking up my life!" Justin moped. "I don't want to live with him anymore!"

"Well it's not my problem!" Chris jeered. "And by the way: maybe you can reduce his sexual advances a little bit by putting some clothes on!" he added, before slamming the door and getting back to his prostitutes. Justin looked down and realised that he was in fact naked. He slapped away the knife Izzy held in her hand that was close to Justin's private parts and rushed back to the apartment before anyone else could see him (a lot of people did and they took photos and videos on their phones and uploaded them on to Facebook, Twitter and YouTube). Izzy sighed in disappointment because she needed a dildo to make her nights in with Blaineley even more pleasurable. She shrugged it off and went off in search of a male intern with gender identity disorder to solve her problem.

Their second day at the nursing home was even worse than the day before. Owen and Justin were forced to give the seniors sponge baths, wipe their arses and listen to their stories that were either boring enough to sedate Justin and Owen or disturbing enough to give them insomnia for weeks and weeks to come. What's worse is that Owen even licked up the vomit one patient barfed up and had no hang-ups about it. Justin felt like he was never going to eat again as a result of witnessing his roommate/stalker doing it. It was the same routine for the next three days and Owen and Justin finally had the weekend off. They received news that their caning was postponed until after their community service when the nursing home realised that they needed the two young men to do quite a lot of heavy work that required very little physical pain. Justin was relieved because if he were cared he'd need a couple of weeks to rest and then the authorities would have to postpone the rest of his community service. Justin just wanted to get this community service of his out of the way as soon as possible.

Of course, Owen was disappointed because he was looking forward to seeing red on Justin's butt.

And that concludes yet another misadventure for Owen and poor little Justin (not that I care about Justin because he's a prick). Sorry if this chapter was short. In fact, this was the shortest chapter for this story so far, with just over a thousand words compared to the runner up chapter in that list, with 1,209 words. It's just that I ran out of ideas for this chapter so I decided I'd might as well wrap this up until the ninth chapter is published which, by the way, will feature you-know-who in it. Then again, most of you don't really mind once you get to see you-know-who in Chapter Nine.

Until next time!