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The lights were blaring outside of the party at Sigma Conch, the number one party frat house. Piggy nervously stepped up to the door.
“I-i-i-i-i-i-m h-here for the party.” He blushed. Ralph had invited him to come after their weekly study session.
“Who would invite you? Fucking loser,” Jack growled.
Piggy fidgeted with his glasses. “Oh creepers!”
Suddenly, Ralph comes to stand behind Jack, towering over the redhead.
“He’s with me.” Ralph nods for Piggy to come in. Jack turns red and scrunches his eyebrows, upset.
“But you never invite anyone without asking me!” he whined.
Ralph scoffed, “Stop acting like a child. I can invite whoever I want”.
Jack looked between Piggy and Ralph, then tears started to flow out of his eyes. “F-f-ine see if I care!” He ran away sobbing. Ralph put an arm over Piggy
“He won’t bother you anymore. Let's just go inside.” As they walked inside piggy shifted closer to Ralph
"I've never been to a party before. I'm so nervous.”
Ralph looked at piggy “I can tell.”
Piggy shifted uncomfortably. “Gosh its so stuffy in here, my asthma might get bad.”
Ralph scoffed, “Sucks to your ass-mar.”
Piggy averted his eyes bashfully. “Y-yeah… you’re right. Sorry, Ralph.”
Something twinged in Ralph’s stomach. Anger? Guilt? That wasn’t right–he didn’t feel guilt.
“Whatever. Just go grab me a drink, Piggy.”
Piggy nodded quickly and scurried off. Ralph’s eyes trailed over his large, voluptuous, severely obese, lardy, round, shapeless form.
Jack moved swiftly to Ralph's side.
“Why invite that loser?” He gave Piggy a side eye. Ralph froze
“He's not-” Ralph sighed. “Look, go find Roger and quit bothering me.”
Jack smirked, “You know he's not as good as you.” Jack's hand reached towards Ralph's sandy hair, and he smacked his hand away.
“I’ve moved on.” Ralph made his way towards Piggy. “Did you forget? Freshman year. You cheated on me.”
Jack chuckled as Ralph walked away. “You know you like to play with fire.”
Ralph went by Piggy's side. Ralph placed a hand on Piggy's lower back flap. Piggy's face flushed bright red
“I got you some sparkling cider!” Ralph scoffed.
“There's no alcohol in this, are you trying to poison me?!” He went to take the cup when Simon suddenly yelled over the crowd of people.
“We’re going to play seven minutes in heaven!” Everybody gathered around in a circle. Simon got a spare vodka bottle and put it in the middle of the circle.
“Oh golly! I've never kissed anyone before…”
“It’s much more than just that,” Roger responded with a smirk. Ralph looked around, then pointed to the closet
“Let’s spin the bottle!” Simon whooped, and everyone sat in a circle. Everyone sniggered when Piggy sat right in front of the bottle, unaware of what he’d just done.
“Spin the bottle! Spin the bottle!” Everyone cheered. Gulping, he took hold of the neck and turned it, sending it skidding across the floor. It slowed to a stop, its opening pointed straight at…
“RALPH?!” Everyone exclaimed. Piggy went red in the face. Ralph looked like he was about to faint, but a redness was creeping up his neck. Jack looked like he was about to implode, punch Piggy, or both.
Ralph stumbled to his feet out of embarrassment, deciding it would be better to just get this over with. He gulped down the lump in his throat. For some reason, his heart was thumping uncontrollably, wildly against his chest. He hadn’t experienced this level of exhilaration since… Jack.
He grabbed Piggy’s thick wrist. His hand didn’t fit around it, but he still kept his fingers tightly clenched into the fat.
“Just come in with me.” They walked towards the closet together. Ralph opened the door for Piggy, like the gentleman he is. Piggy attempted to crawl in the closet, and he sheepishly exited when he was halfway in.
“I-I don't fit in here!” Piggy started to tear up. Other Frat members were giggling and laughing.
“Lord of the Flies? More like Lord of the fries!” Jack sneered, sending everyone into a fit of laughter.
Ralph looked at the crowd and shouted
“Hey, Sigma Conch! Piggy is NOT a monster, so stop treating him like he is one!” Ralph put his arm around Piggy's HUGE, HUMONGOUS, THICK, FAT shoulders. Jack glared at the two, jealous that Ralph was giving his affection to Piggy.
“Piggy, we need a bit of privacy, don’t you think?” Ralph whispered into Piggy’s ear, the hot breath trickling in. He hesitated and brought him to a more isolated hallway. “I want… you, Piggy.” He spoke finally.
Piggy covered his face with his hands and squealed like a pig in embarrassment. “Ralph! Stop it! What if Jack sees us… like this!?!”
“Let him. I want him to see this, to see you writhing underneath me like my bi-”
“Ralph!!!” Piggy whimpered shyly.
Ralph flinched, coming to his senses. He quickly pushed himself up. What was he doing? Internally cursing, he ran a hand through his sandy hair, his forehead covered in a thin sheen of sweat.
“Shit. Sorry. I… I don’t know what came over me.” Ralph averted his eyes.
Piggy was still trapped beneath him (somehow),
“Kill the pig! Cut her throat! Spill her blood! Up her ass!” Roger’s ludicrous yelling sounded from the main room, probably high off alcohol and boredom from waiting; it had definitely been more than seven minutes by now. Piggy suddenly blushed from the visualization that played out in his mind. Ralph looked at him with the gaze of a predator, and his hand cupped Piggy’s FAT, GLUTONOUS FLABBY cameltoe WHAT or bludge he couldn't really tell.
Jack watched from the side of the hallway. His heart dropped, and his manhood tingled WHAT as he heard Ralph whisper things to Piggy the way Ralph had done to him a year ago. “He’s moved on…” Jack muttered to himself. His heart breaks further as he thinks of all of their memories together. “He loves him! Not me!”
This was impossible, Jack thought. There’s no way Ralph could have moved on from me and my two-inch dick WHATso quickly. Surely..surely he’s up to something. Jack slowly reached down to palm himself as he watched the silhouette of Ralph continue to molest Piggy’s lump-like form. Goddamn. This guy could sell shade for a living.
Jack follows the movement against the wall of the repetition of Ralph’s shadow. Simon suddenly shouts.
“If you’re not a brother or fucking a brother, GET THE FUCK OUT!” The music fades in the distance, and the party slows down as everybody gets out of the shared frat house. Piggy looks at Ralph.
“Oh gosh, I've gotta go, I'm past my auntie's curfew!” Piggy looks down sheepishly. Ralph raises an eyebrow
“Uhm, you’re in college, can’t you just stay over?” He gives Piggy a side eye.
“If she catches me out late, she’ll spank my bottom!”
“That’s going to happen either way,” Ralph smirks. Piggy went to walk away, and Ralph spanked his ass as he walked away, nearly causing a level five earthquake. Jack looked at Piggy's ass as he walked by. He looked on in envy. Why doesn’t Roger do that? He thought to himself. Roger appears behind Jack. He looks down at Jack disapprovingly
“I know you’re not thinking of other men, kitten,” Roger growls. He leans in to whisper in Jack's ear, “Tonight I'll be hearing you moan in C-sharp.”
Jack makes a shutter and makes a slightly fake smile at Roger, trying to please him. Roger frowns at the gesture and firmly grasps Jack's two round globes.
“I mean it.” He growls into Jack's ear.
“I know…” Jack acts as if he were pleased by the comment. He grips his wrist behind his back.