"Hurry up, fatboy! What's taking so long?" You shout towards the bathroom while setting up your dad's camera on a tripod. You wanted to capture every second of Sue's upcoming humiliation, and didn't want Jacob's shaky hands ruining the video.
"I'm trying!" the other boy whined, then added, "And I'm not fat! I'm just chunky!"
You roll your eyes and continue to fiddle with the camera. After three more minutes of silence, you grow impatient and storm towards the bathroom.
"Damn it, Jake! Hurry up!" You yell as you stomp into the bathroom.
There, in the bathtub, was your heavy-set friend Jacob, pants-less, and squatting over one of Sue's espresso mugs. It was pink with purple lettering on the side, saying "Sweetie!" on it. All in all it was a cute mug, but it wouldn't be any longer after they were done with it.
"I'm hurrying!" Whined Jacob.
"God dammit, it ain't like I'm asking you to fix a car or run ten miles on the track, dude! All you have to do is shit in a cup, how fucking hard can it be?!" You glare at Jacob, arms crossed under your bountiful breasts sternly.
"I'm trying!" Jacob's face was beet red, his fat cheeks trembling with frustration. "It just won't come out, man!"
"Oh God, you are useless!" You tap your foot impatiently, waiting several more minutes for Jacob to finish his deed. Unfortunately, even as the minutes ticked by, Sue's cup still remained pristine and unsoiled. "Damn it! Hurry up!"
"Agh!" Jacob yelled out, standing up swiftly and stepping out of the bathtub angrily. "Stop yelling at me, Rob!" He screams. "I have a shy asshole, okay! It can't handle all this pressure!" Tears start streaming from his eyes and he sits himself on the toilet, sobbing pitifully.
"Oh come on!" You sigh, feeling a little guilty at putting your friend through such an ordeal. "Knock it off, Jacob. Fine, fine, you don't have to shit in a cup. We'll find something else to do..."
The other boy hiccup through his tears and looked up at you, rubbing at his read, teary eyes. "Really?"
"Yeah. Now stop blubbering and come on," you say as you step out of the bathroom. "We still got work to do." |