BLACKWELL ACADEMY
"Damn, this is your dorm?" Chloe bellows out, pointing towards the oak door, that was end of the hall that contained multiple other dorm rooms.
"Chloe!...could you please keep your voice down, before you get us get caught!" Max yells in hushed tone, motioning for Chloe to follow her into the dorm room.
''Shit, sorry Max I'm just hella excited!" Chloe says, lowering her voice down a few octaves. She follow's behind Max, who silently closes the door behind them. Chloe's walks forward, eyes widening at the large collection of photos plastered up on Max's wall.
"These are your photos?" Chloe inquires, pointing towards the the farthest wall behind her. Max shudders nervously before nodding rapidly.
"Yeah...I know they aren't very good.." She stammers before, sitting on her bed and flicking on a nearby light switch.
"Dude quit being so fucking modest, these pics are hella beautiful man, like really beautiful..." Chloe says, walking over towards Max, who was blushing Indignantly.
"Thanks, Chloe...I mean it.." Max peeps leaning inwards for a kiss, which Chloe grants her fully. The couple pull away after what seemed like ages before Chloe stands up and hops of Max's bed.
"Now that we've gotten that of the way, how about we get down to bidness." Chloe exclaims, picking a large paper bag, that she brought into the room with her. Max sighs, knowing that it was time for one her and Chloe's weekly kink "sessions" where both of them would stuff their faces with various different foods.
"Remind me on why we decided to do this inside my dorm, instead of at your house?" Max asks, arms folding in slight discomfort.
"Well, because step-douche has been riding my case heavy these past few days." Chloe spat, with a roll of her eyes.
"And besides I've kinda always wanted to see what your dorm looked like, anyway." She continued on, slowly taking out items from the plastic bag. Max's eyes widen upon realizing what Chloe had chosen for their feast this time around.
"Tacos?" Max inquires, lowering herself onto the floor below her.
"Fuck yeah dude, Taco Bell had a major sale on all of their shit today, couldn't pass up the opportunity..." Chloe says, placing the heap of food onto the floor.
"How many of these did you buy?"
"Like two dozen, why?" Chloe utters back, taking a seat on the floor next to Max, who face palmed instantly.
"Chloe do you honestly expect me to eat two dozen tacos by myself?" Max says, raising an eyebrow in concern. Chloe flashes her a momentary smile before, chuckling slightly.
"Dude remember how I ate entire fucking cake?...and your bitching about a few tacos?" Chloe said, leaning towards Max and placing a hand in her shoulder.
"Two dozen tacos Chloe, way more than a few.."
"Tell you what Max, how about we split em'...you can take twelve, and I take twelve...sound good?" Chloe remarks giving Max a imp-ish look of pride. Max gives a sigh of relief, before nodding slowly. She figured having Chloe share some of the load would make things a little bit easier.
"Good...now here you go." Chloe says, handing Max her load of food, before grabbing her own stack of tacos, and setting them in her lap.
"Man I have been waiting for this all day, I'm fucking starved!" Chloe exclaims loudly, taking a massive first bite.
Max takes a bite of her food as well, savoring the flavor of the artificial beef, and cheese. She swallows audibly, out of all of the things she and Chloe had experienced these past few weeks, it seemed each "session'' was more extravagant than the last. Chloe devours her her taco in seconds, excess cheese falling over her shirt. She picks them up and plops them into her mouth with ease. She reaches over and grabs her second one, casting a lone eye at Max who had just finished up her taco.
"See hippie?...It's ain't so bad."
"If you say so Che.."
Max and Chloe continued to pack away their tacos, while saying nothing. Simply eating and taking in the atmosphere around them. Soon though an entire 45 minutes had passed. Eventually, Max groans slightly as took her final bit of what would be her seventh taco. Her stomach churned and groaned nosily struggling to compensate for the massive meal inside of her. Max shivers, she had definitely felt like this before. Whether it the time that Chloe had fed her six cheeseburgers, or the tine where Chloe fed her a box of doughnuts and entire large pizza, Max had become all too familiar with the feeling of pure gastrointestinal distress.
"Well that's nine tacos for me...what about you Max?" Chloe asks, wiping her crumb covered face with her shirt sleeve. Her stomach was visibly distended, but not nearly as bad as it was after eating that entire cakes, many weeks ago.
"I've eaten seven..."
"No bad hipster, not bad.. Chloe says, looking over into her pile of remaining tacos.
"I'm starting to feel really nauseous though.." Max groans flashing Chloe a look of discomfort.
"How about a little something something to wash it down?" Chloe said, as she stood up, and reaching back into the paper bag from earlier. Max's jaw drops once she laid eyes on what Chloe had pulled out of the bag.
In the punk's hands were a massive six pack of beer bottles, where on earth had Chloe gotten it?
"Chloe!...You can't bring beer on campus, do you wan't me to get kicked out?" Max half screams and whispers, her cheeks becoming a rosy color.
"Oh please, those vortex club losers have brought way worse shit here before...hell, even the damn principal is an alcoholic."
Chloe mutters, taking one of the beers for herself and cracking it open.
Max watched as Chloe chugged the beer down with no remorse before letting out a huge burp as she finished it.
"Whew damn, that's some hella good shit..."
"Come on hippie don't just stare at me, take one." Chloe says, taking one of the beer's and handing over to Max.
Max gawks at the bottle in her hands, before opening it and taking a small sip. It tasted bitter, but yet refreshing, Max took another sip that lasted a few seconds longer than her first. Over on the other side of the room Chloe sat smiling like a Cheshire cat.
"Don't be so damn lame Max, chug that shit girl!" Chloe yells out, giving Max a thumbs up.
Max sighed, knowing that this probably a bad idea decided that she would play along for now. Pinching her nose with two fingers, Max quickly guzzled down the entire bottle, gulping loud and audible. She could feel the rush of liquid and carbonation fill her already full stomach with relative ease, making moan in discomfort.
Max finishes her chug, and lets out a burp that slightly larger than Chloe's. This made the punk smile with glee.
"Now that's what I'm talkin' about sista!...that was hella awesome Max."
Max leans back and rubs her bloated aching stomach, hiccuping before speaking.
"*hic* Yeah..thanks..."
"Now how about we crack open another one of these bad boy's and keep the party going all night?"
"I don't Chloe, I'm feeling kinda light headed already..."
"Come in man don't be a wuss... You'll be fine..."
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"Fine...hand me another..."
"Hella Yes!"
Several Beers Later...
Chloe chugs the beer down in two massive gulps, feeling the massive load of carbonation fill her stomach, making it bloat out further. She flings the bottle into the nearby mass of other disorganized garbage, before belching loudly.
"Holy fuck man, I'm gonna be so fucking shitfaced tonight..." She stammers already feeling the alcohol's effects.
Max was doing no better, having a much lower drinking tolerance than Chloe. She was definitely beyond tipsy now, she no longer cared about the overly bitter taste of the beer, she only knew that she'd needed more. And more NOW.
"Hey, Chloe could you...uh...hand me another one of those-*hic*..." She utters, her own stomach becoming a mass of bloated flesh.
"Sure thing hippie."
Chloe hands Max another, before taking one herself. They cling their bottles together in a drunken toast.
"Cheers!...to being fat and happy!" Chloe bellows, before gulping down her third beer in a matter of seconds. Her bloated stomach making a visible outline under her tattered shirt. Max does the same, attempting to slam her beer, only to spill most of it herself.
"Oops..I'm so sticky and messy.." Max says drunkenly, giggling loudly before chugging the remaining fizzing liquid down. Chloe leans back on the bed, breathing heavily. Her stomach was sloshing loudly, making Max lean over towards her and rest a hand on it.
"Hey..you're like..a...sloshy waterbed..." Max giggles, pushing a hand into it's taunt surface, making Chloe's stomach slosh, and bubble. Chloe groans feeling the mass of liquid move around inside of her.
"You might wanna ease up Caulfield, you're gonna make me-"
Chloe is interrupted by a massive belch that forces it's way out of her mouth, and rattles the walls of the dorm room. Max is nearly blown off the bed by the large release of gas. Chloe laughs loudly, before speaking again.
"...burp." Chloe finishes, leaning back up on the bed and gesturing for Max to give her some space.
"Do we still have some of those taco things left?...I'm pretty sure I've got some more room in this thing somewhere..." Chloe remarks rubbing her full stomach. Max flashes her a doopy smile, before handing Chloe the plastic bag.
"Chloe...I'm..I'm..I want another one of those...too.." Max grumbles, her words slurred. She was pointing to the large pack of beer in the corner of the room.
Chloe smiles looking over at Max. Chloe might have been going on tipsy, but it was obvious that Max was now full on drunk, and Chloe loved it.
"Actually hippie, I think you've had enough, I don't want you to get alcohol poisoning or some shit...how about we just lay down for a bit, huh?" Chloe says, placing the plastic bag on the floor next to the assortment of other containers.
"Uh...okay...yeah let's do that.." Max mumbles kicking off her shoes and socks, before flopping down in her bed. Chloe does the same, standing up and removing her jacket, and setting it on a nearby chair. She stops and stares down at her bloated stomach. It was sticking out father than her feet, she appeared to be in her second trimester of pregnancy.
"Definitely gonna have to walk this thing off tomorrow.." Chloe says, yanking off her pants, and hopping in the bed next to Max. Both of their stomachs were globular domes that stuck up in the air. Max's stomach gurgles in protest, filled to it's maximum with carbonation.
"Haha...M-My stomach is makin' some funny noises..." The intoxicated hipster slurs, pointing down at herself. Chloe smiles, inching closer to the drunken girl, giving her a rub on the back of the neck. She leans down and rubs Max's bloated belly, the gurgles from inside, sounded like music to Chloe's ears.
"Sounds like you've got hella gas inside you Max...Man do I feel bad for your toilet tomorrow." Chloe chuckles, as Max moans in discomfort as Chloe pressed a hand into her dome of a stomach. Max squints her eyes in distress, seemingly irritated by something.
"*hic* I-I don't feel so good..." Max groans, quickly sliding away and laying on her side. Chloe gawks at her surprise, before a foul smell reaches her nose, Making her rapidly fan a hand in front of herself.
"The fuck is that smell?...shit freakin' reeks." Chloe says, pinching her nose with two fingers.
"Excuse me..." Max stammers drunkenly, resting a hand on her middle. Chloe stares at her in brief confusion before, breaking out into a loud cackle.
"You just ripped ass in here?...Damn dude, I have got to get you wasted more often Max, you're hella more entertaining, haha." Chloe remarks, once again laying under the covers of the bed.
"C-Chloe...I'm really sleepy..." Max moans, as she lay up under the covers next to Chloe. Chloe wraps an arm around her bringing her into a giant hug.
"Me too Max, Hope you don't mind me staying the night, cause I'm in no condition to be driving."
"Max?"
"Uh...You alive hippie?" Chloe asks again to no response.
She looks down at Max who had apparently fallen asleep in seconds. Chloe stares down at her before smiling and turning on her side and closing her eyes allowing sleep to overtake her as well.
The painful throbbing in Max's temple, combined with the sound of her cellphone's ringing alarm clock, causes Max to shift out of her slumber, fidgeting around groggily she slowly rises up out of her bed, feeling more and more disjointed as she slowly took in her surroundings.
"Wowzer...so this is what being hungover feels like..." Max groans, rubbing her aching head tenderly. She see could all the discarded beer bottles around her dorm, along the empty food wrappers and containers. Max rises to her feet, staring at the mess and sighing in frustration.
"And my dorm's a mess...great." Max thinks to herself.
Max groans and walks toward her large mirror and taking a long at herself. Max's hair was frazzled, and unkempt, her shirt was covered in grease stains, her stomach was still bloated from the feast the night prior, and it stuck over her shorts. Max's pokes at it with a finger feeling it jiggle slightly.
"I look like I'm pregnant...ugh...definitely Chloe's doing..." Max ponders away, shaking her head in discontent at her bulging belly.
Max continued to look at herself in the mirror, until a familiar raspy voice comes from behind her.
"Nice ass."
"I guess you're awake now?" Max remarks, turning around to face Chloe, who was sitting up in the bed behind her.
"Yep, and I've got a killer headache..."
"Tell me about it...what exactly did we do last night Chloe?"
"Well...We ate a shit-ton of Taco Bell..."
"And then?..."
"And then, You got completely hammered after three beers, ya lightweight..."
"I did?"
"Yep...and it was hilarious, you were totally farting and spilling beer all over yourself."
"That explains my sticky shirt."
"It was awesome, Remind me to get you drunk more often."
"Never change Chloe...never change..."
"Don't worry hippie, I won't..."
"Good...now how about we clean up this dorm before I have to go class."
"Uh...yeah...about that..."
"What?"
"I don't think those tacos are sitting right..."
"Ugh... now that you mention it, I can feel it too..."
"There's a bathroom in here, right?"
"It's in the hallway."
"I think I'm gonna need it..."
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"Me too..."
TO BE CONTINUED...