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Marcus walked into the house, Chad slightly behind. Chad was always slightly behind. Chad slammed the door shut with a huff, "Bitches, broski. They couldn't handle the Chad-Man anyway." 

"More like the Gay-Man." 

"Dood, shut up. You were left high and dry also." 

Marcus screwed his eyes around and turned to Chad quickly, "Because of you." 

"Me? I didn't do anything."

"You just had to say you were the best at arm wrestling didn't you?" Marcus rolled his eyes, as if this was all Chad's fault. 

"Well, I am." Marcus sighed at the long-time debate. It was always the same, save for some various variations. Everything was a competition for them ever since becoming friends. 

"Yeah, well, I won, and that's why they left." 

"The table broke." 

"Because I am too awesome and strong. Of course, a table is going to break. It would be weird if it hadn't." 

The Dino Frats went into the living room and collapsed on the couch. They were silent for a moment, a rarity and wonder. 

"You know that Waitress was really into me?" 

"Chad, Broski. Brothah, bro. You like cock, it's okay to admit it, you don't have to say stuff like that." 

Chad didn't know what to say and just slung in the couch, his long tail flowing in front of him like a prehistoric phallus. He swatted it out of the way only to have it bounce right back into place. 

"They didn't even come, man. What's the point of being a Frat-Boy? Bitches supposed to be lining up." 

Marcus laughed a little, equally deflated, they'd been stood up one to many times. If it wasn't a no-show, it was their constant one-upping antics that scared their dates away. They hadn't once gone on a single solo date, it was always double which inevitably, suspiciously ended up with them eating a meal, alone, yet together.

"If we didn't destroy our frat house with those bubbles, we would have killer digs and be on campus. Now we got this stupid apartment." 

There was a little less talking then, "Why you even talkin' like that? You shouldn't be upset. You like dick, dummy. Big ole fat dino dick, Gay-ry." 

"You wish I liked dick, then maybe you might get some action." 

Marcus laughed a little to himself, "You know that makes you sound even more gay, right? Makes you sound like a bitch also. Taking my dick and all that."

Chad stood up, stomping as he did so. His tail whipping around aggressively behind him, "If we were in a relationship, you'd be sucking my cock, alright dude. You've been the beta of the relationship and you know it." 

Marcus rolled his eyes and looked up calmly at his offended frat-bro and laughed a little, not rising to the occasion, "Come on, you going to make a competition out of this. I always win anyway--" 

"No, you don't. You remember the baseball competition?" 

"You sprained your dick when you hit that ball. I mean, I consider that a win for me." Marcus laughed to himself. 

"Or the push-up competition." 

"You cheated. You used your dick."

"I told you you could use yours." 

"We never said that in the beginning. I was so tired from fuckin' your momma all night anyway. My cock needed some sleep." 

Chad laughed, "See, I win. Tell you what, let's do another competition, hu? See who the real bitch is, see who sucks who's cock." 

Marcus slowly stood up, his little mind working the hardest it had ever worked in his entire life. There might have been steam coming out from his ears, "Like, you real here my dude? If I win, your going to be my bitch and that doesn't make me gay at all." 

They stood up, trying to show off their tubby little bodies to each other, the way that MMA wrestlers or boxers did before a match. Their bodies wouldn't be intimidating anybody though and given the way that the frat boys looked each other once, twice, three times over, this was more of a pre-wind-up ritual before that entered into yet another questionable and destructive competition. 

Marcus wore a wife beat that fit his personality more appropriately than he would care to admit and shorts that barely slipped past his chubby thighs, so thick that he might actually occupy the same domain as, say a Short stack. The overhang of his bustling thighs was tightly compressed and spilling outward from the tight jean shorts like dough. 

Chad, for his part, was completely down to clown and had on a white gym shirt that only a Chad at the gym should wear. He had nothing outrageous to showcase but nobody apparently had told him this. His lower half was in loose-fitting shorts that were more colorful than the rainbow. He said it was a fashion statement, and Marcus said this was a gay statement. 

Behind them, their vestigial tails poked out from behind them. 

There was something different from this normal ramp-up though. They had never really played for stakes like this and tonight there had been some heavy-handed conversation about the implication of relationships and cock sucking. This was an oddity to them and they just stood thinking about that. 

They each thought about how they got to this point but that was here nor there. 

They both pointed at each other and snapped in that cool calm collective manner that an overconfident person would, "I got it!" They intoned together. 

And just like that they broke from their little wind-up and cobbled out their favorite design. 

They loved competition but there were only so many things that someone could do until it got boring they both knew one thing that never, ever got boring. Bubbles and busting bubbles. There was something so satisfying about the pop they made and if, when one got caught in one of those near unbreakable bubbles, it was hilarious. 

The history was rich, from Chad floating to the ceiling fan where it popped and sent him crashing to the ground, to Marcus taking a bubble bath with super bubbles where he almost drowned. It was always fun. 

Marcus came back to the sparse living room with his Bubble-Matic 6000, which was an upgrade from the 5000 he bought a few months ago. Chad returned with nothing but a cardboard box that was roughly the size of a cereal box. It was not filled with cereal though. 

Marcus rushed up to Chad and Chad matched momentum and they jumped into the air to belly bump together, both equally excited. 

"Just what I was thinking," Marcus said, Hi-fiving his friend. 

"Dude, yeah man, I knew that was what you were thinking, that's why I got the Extra Strength Bubble mix!" Chad said with a large toothy smile. 

Marcus pointed his finger at Chad and pulled the trigger of the gun, "See, your a bitch. Followin' my lead all the time." 

Chad didn't take this personally and laughed it off, "Hey man, great minds. Great minds." 

Marcus, not one to take a compliment and definitely not going to agree with anything anyone said ever no matter what, just puttered his lips like a motorboat and rolled his eyes, "Whatever man, whatever." As he snatched the box, spilling a considerable amount of the dry powder on the floor, he poured the rest of it into the chrome base of the machine. It had a nozzle that poked out from its side and swirled upward until it opened up, much like a horn. 

Chad went to grab the hose from the backyard and handed the snaking green plastic tube to Marcus who screwed it on into the other side. 

"Alright! You know the rules. Whoever gets trapped and cries uncle loses. Like a loser." They both flashed jubilant smiles. They might be college frat-boys but they definitely acted like children, especially when it came to bubbles. 

Marcus's tail swatted against the machine aimlessly, flapping around in its uncoordinated sense until the machine spun into activation. Both of them looked at the machine for a few long moments as it gathered a translucent sphere in the tippy top of the horned ending, it bloomed outward, filling with air until finally it grew to roughly the size of these chubby prehistoric dinos. 

As this happened, Chad looked at his friend, his eyes gravitating toward that chubby belly and that rather intoxicating sized chubby cock that was squirreled away and hidden from his sights. 

"Well, you first?" Chad said with a winsome smile. 

"Who made this rule!" Marcus lamented. 

"You lost when we were making rules. Whenever we do bubble stuff, we are naked. You agreed." 

Marcus sighed and started to take off his date night outfit. Chad did too, but he was slower about it, never stripping himself at the cost of surveying his Frat friend. 

They were both naked as the machine whirled. They were both similairly shaped, chubby in the belly mostly and their bodies didn't seem to possess the hardcore body building physique that they both seemed to profess they had. 

"Holy shit." 

"Dude? Is it supposed to be this big?" Marcus's eyes widened. 

"Now your the bitch! You afraid?" 

"Damn it, no!" Marcus preemptively struck the bubble with his naked foot the moment that it separated from the machine and floated outward. Marcus got his foot stuck near immediately, "Shit! What he hell?" 

"Say, uncle," Chad said bouncing around. 

Marcus gritted his teeth, trying to pry his foot from the bubble, this only caused it to sink further into the bright bubble. It was translucent, but the light from the bulb above them reflected such a pristine cornucopia of light, like a kaleidoscope of dreams, an acid trip gone acidic, or perhaps more like a disco ball spinning rapidly. 

Marcus screwed his fist back and punched at the bubble - because surely that would be more successful than his naked foot. Instead, he had half his body swallowed whole. From shoulder down to crotch. He turned his head and looked at Chad - there was a moment of fear that he might become the bitch here. His foot and hand slapped the bubble and he tried to push himself off and out of it. 

The thing was gaining air though and the chubby frat boy wasn't quite heavy enough to keep it earthbound, resulting in Chad floating right along with it. His weight spun the spherical creation downward so that he was on the bottom of the bubble as it reached the ceiling. 

Another bubble popped out and Chad just looked at it, whistling, "How's it hanging." Now, Marcus loved to be an offensive character, just a little dash to much testosterone for his good, but the game was already won for him so he didn't need to bash or beat these things. Chad played the slow game and he would be the Alpha for it. 

"Damn it, this doesn't count. Get me out of here." Marcus said, hanging freeform from the bubble, his arm could stretch to touch the ground, that was how big the bubble was. 

Chad tapped his chin with his finger, considering. 

Another bubble later, Chad snapped his finger, "Naw, I think I like you like this. Kinda cute?" Chad walked over to Marcus and crouched down, his hand seizing the other by the chin, "Yeah, kinda really cute." He smiled, his other hand rubbing against Marcus's belly in the smoothest caress that could only be considered sexual. 

And of course, this was not received well by Marcus himself who only had half his body outside of the bubble that threatened to engulf him. His hand batted at Chad, his foot and leg too but those didn't much connect to anything. His produce refusal to be molested caused the bubble to spin, rolling his body like a Ferris wheel up to the top of the sphere. His head hit the ceiling before feeling the bubble float upward with vengeance, pushing the body of the sphere upward and trapping his other leg. 

"Looks like I win!" Chad said cheering again. 

Another bubble was produced behind him. He didn't seem to much care about that. Why? The game was done and he was the victor! 

Marcus screamed, "You cheated though!" He fervently batted against the ceiling, trying to roll the sphere around so that he was back to hanging from the bottom. He managed that, but he was worse off than when he started. 

Chad winked, "Well, well, well, look who is back for some more." 

The machine continued to produce triple-reinforced bubbles that not even a faux frat boy could get out of. 

Marcus spied the taunting Chad a bubble - this bubble had been bouncing and ricocheting off other bubbles as well. The room was filled to the brim with bubbles now and Chad was completely oblivious, he was just eating up everything that was right in front of him. 

"Fine! Fine! Uncle." Marcus said, a mischievous smirk on his face. 

"I knew it, I knew it. You are my fucking bitch. You - are - my - bitch." 

"Gay-man, you think you can get me out of here?" Marcus rolled his eyes. 

Chad complied rather swiftly, he wanted his reward. Joke or not, tonight, Marcus and Chad were going to elevate their relationship to a whole new level. 

Marcus stretched his only free arm out, gripping against Chad's helpful hands. The bubble pulled against the ceiling as Chad tried to drag his conquest free. 

"Fuck, if that tubby tummy wasn't so big this might be easier." Chad laughed, completely unaware that the bubbles were moving toward him so much as there were just so many of them that the room behind was filled and needed more and more area for the profound amounts of bubbles that were still being produced. 

"Pull harder!" 

Pull.

"HARDER!"

Chad pulled again. 

"COME ON YOU WEAKLING!" 

Marcus fisted his hand, giving Chad absolutely nothing to hang onto. This would ordinarily off-balance someone, at worst, but seeing as Chad was completely dependent on that hand as a handhold, he spiraled backward.

Right into a bubble. And it swallowed him whole in one gulp. From stem to head, Chad was completely trapped and started pounding on the bubble inside. Crying out, not wanting Marcus to see that it was indeed Chad who had lost. 

"Ha! I win. You are my bitch." Marcus reached into his pocket with yet another sadistic smile and pulled out a pin. Sharp, and would do just the trick. 

Through all this, the room was filling more and more up with all these bubbles --- which wouldn't be a problem, though breathing might become an issue for a poor completely swallowed body eventually. But Chad would cry uncle eventually ensuring Marcus the victor. Or, if cheating was put on the table, a tie. Either way, Marcus wouldn't lose. The problem came in when one of those massively heavy bubbles tripped the watering hose connected to the machine. Jets of liquid gushed out of it, raining everywhere. The spinet watered each of these massive airy floating objects The bubbles absorbed the refreshing water and it started to pool into the bottom of the bubble, giving them weight enough to sink to the ground. 

Poor Chad, soaked through and through, watched as his feet and legs were submerged in water. 

"Damn it, Marcus. Get me out of here." 

Marcus took that pin and drove it right into his bubble. It took quite a bit of force, forcing him to stab the bubble a few times before it eventually popped, but he wanted to parade his victory right in front of Chad's face. 

The resulting explosion of the popped bubble was not expected and the pin he used, and bent, twirled away from him. If that wasn't bad enough, the resulting tsunami of water washed the pin away to god knew where. The heavy bubbles, being watered by the hose, continued to decorate the floor, making finding the pin all but impossible. 

The bubble that Chad was in was filling up, rapidly. It was also growing bigger as bubbles merged like some reverse Cell splitting science stuff thing principle. Neither of them was ever really good at science. Heck, they never showed up, how could they be? 

"Marcus! GET ME OUT OF HERE!" 

Marcus, not the brightest, went to his friend. He went to punch through the bubble, but that wouldn't work, it hadn't the last few times. Instead, he smoothed his hands around the sphere, looking long and lost at Chad, his little mind working like a speedy locomotive. 

The pin was gone and he couldn't really move freely, on account that the bubbles, plus the massive bubble that Chad was a part of just wasn't allowing for it. 

A twinkle out the corner of his eye showed him the pin and luckily it was right underneath him. He bent, picked it up, and drove it into the bubble. Several times. Jackhammering the thing, stabbing it like it was a knife. 

This just bent the object's move, making it entirely useless. The bubble absorbed the last stab and the pin. He barely penetrated it. 

"Do something!!!" Chad screamed, his voice echoing, the movements of his pounding on the inside of the bubble causing the water to splash and move like it was a living and breathing thing. It was up to his neck now. 

Marcus couldn't compromise his limbs, that would make it impossible to free his friend. He cried out, desperate, until an idea occurred to him. 

What oh what could he use to drag his friend out without using his legs or arms? He didn't have a rope, but he had something much, much better. 

He pulled his shorts down, revealing his cock. It was flaccid though, and started to fuck against the bubble, "Grab this when it gets in there and I will pull you out!" Marcus was criminally confident that this wild idea was going to work. 

"You got to get it hard?." Chad said through struggling breaths. The water was sloshing and he had to swim to keep his head above water. 

"God, I can't? this is not sexy, my guy."

Chad brought his hands to the bubble and started to rub against it. The barrier between them wouldn't bust or brake but it would budge, budge enough so that Chad could feel that phallus and Marcus could feel those hands toying with his cock and particularly his tubby tummy.

"Come on, you got to get it hard," Chad said, his feet paddling to keep him above the water while his hands busily worked on that cock, making it hard. It went from completely soft to flaccid in a moment. Marcus wrapped his arms around the bubble, hugging it, his eyes looking down at the crystal clear scene of having the bubble-laced fingers manipulating against his crotch and stomach. It was oddly erotic, or perhaps it was the fear of losing his best friend in this wildly weird way. Either way, his cock was hardening and it started to raise. It poked against the barrier, but not through it, but it did occupy inside the bubble enough so that Chad could use his hands much better, stroking along the cock that was between his thighs. 

Marcus wasn't the only one getting aroused. Chad was getting hard as well, and as much as Marcus's cock was forcing itself inside the bubble, Chad's was being forced out of it. 

The major difference was that Chad's cock was aimed directly at his co-frat-boys face. Poking against him. 

"Suck it. Come on? Maybe if it's hard enough it will pop the stupid bubble." Chad said, but his voice was cloaked with excitement, sexuality and hungry. He was far too horny to really care what was happening. 

Marcus rolled his eyes but couldn't deny that having that cock, coated with the bubble like a condom, wasn't at least provocative. Besides, they could laugh this all off later. This was not gay at all. 

Marcus ran his tongue against the smooth bubbled cock as he got his own cock stroked off. 

The bubble boys continued this lewdness. 

Little did either of them notice that karma was a bitch and things came full circle when Marcus felt a malleable pressure against his tail and well-sized rump. It was another bubble. His tail flailed, his feet kicked back, and his body was suspended up off the floor by his cock that was deeply lodged in the bubble. This didn't help.

Before he knew it, he was thrust inside the bubble with his friend. 

Both boys were now wildly swimming at the top of the bubble, gasping for air. Their cocks were poking and prodding against each other. Their little legs kicking frantically and this just caused a great deal of sexual tension. 

"Oh man, how are we going to get out of here?" Marcus said. 

"Marcus, I don't want to die?" 

"I don't want to die either?" 

The friends looked at each other, knowing that this was the end. 

They knew their time was up? something passed between their fearful eyes and softened. 

"I love you, man," Chad said romantically. 

Marcus broke and hugged his friend, gyrating against the cock that was rubbing against him,    "I only wish I could have made you my bitch?" 

Chad laughed, tears in his eyes, and spun himself around, letting his ass do all the talking now. It was slightly awkward to position it, but he was able to swim himself back toward the pulsating and throbbing penis. He tried to get it wedged into the crack of his ass but ended up spearing through his thighs so that his balls squashed atop Marcus's cock like a party hat, or ears. 

Chad's thighs tightened and he waved his hands back and forward to produce the stroking sensation as he fucked his friend hands-free and anal-free. 

Marcus moaned at the intensity of it, loving the way that it felt. 

"Fuck, I knew you were a bitch?" Marcus said, his tummy pressing against the back of his partner. 

Chad swam away again, this time though, when he came back he found the cock punching against his ass. He dipped down his hand and body to encourage it inside him.

They struggled against the sloshing water with as much force and determination as one would expect from someone trying to save their life. The bubble was rather malleable and while they struggled, they realized that the sphere might not be able to be broken, but it could be pushed through, maybe freeing them while not popping the bubble. 

The water continued to fill, the top of the sphere was little more then a few inches of actual air. While the bubble was filling up with water, submerging them almost entirely, they were in more danger of losing the oxygen in that little cave. 

Both of the tubby dinos were linked together, Marcus's cock burrowed into Chad's ass, and it was deep in there. Thighs smashed against butt, Marcus was trying to fuck Chad into the bubble as a battering ram. It was a good plan but it wasn't really working out, but neither had the intelligence to realize that, it didn't help that they were intensely aroused at the peril of the bubble being completely filled up around them. 

Before they knew it, both of their heads were swallowed by the water and the entire bubble was filled to the brim with water. They took one last desperate gulp of air, the last puffing out their chests and their bellies, filled to swollen to burst almost. Their cheeks chipmunk-ed outward like they were squirrels with nuts in either cheek. 

They desperately tried to solve the problem they were in. They were naked, their limps kicking this way and that frantically, trying to hold their breath as they desperately fought for freedom. The layer of the bubble was just so constraining that they weren't getting out of it anytime soon. 

Marcus's thrust grew more desperate, shoving poor Chad against the barrier, trying to push that body through it. Each nasty rutting caused poor Chad to exhale a torrent of valuable bubbles from his lungs. 

Marcus studied where those bubbles went, and they went up and up to the tip of the sphere, the perfect center at the top. Perhaps their was a weakness or opening up there. Chad noticed the same thing. 

Chad tried to liberate himself but his clapping thick hammy butt cheeks were just so tight on the inside that the cock lodged so deeply nestled that it wasn't getting relinquished anytime soon. The only way that Marcus would free his cock from the suffocating confines of that deep, dark tunnel would be for him to be soft and that wasn't going to happen anytime soon at all. 

The frat boys struggled with their lack of breath and the bubbles showed a path for them. 

Chad planted his hands against the sphere and started to walk himself upward to the top of the bubble. 

Marcus had the same idea. 

They couldn't get to that exact point together though, there just wasn't enough room. 

And they were both in peril, the sensation of having a lack of oxygen was making them dizzy, heated, a burning sensation that shot through each like lightning. 

They fought then, struggling. Chad couldn't really marshal a real offensive, but his tail whips against Marcus's chubby tummy, bashing against it like a drum. This evened out their lack of breath as Marcus wailed from the combat. 

Their bodies started to spasm and convulse at their insides burned bright as a fire from not having the necessary components for life. Their limps didn't quite respond to their demands, and haphazardly jerked involuntarily as they tried to rush to where that bubble was weakest, where the bubbles floated up to. 

Marcus spun himself backward, positioning his feet against the lower portion of those chubby thighs of his friend, his cock still deeply buried, but he tried desperately to get some leverage to drag his cock out of that ass and free himself. His hands slapped on the hips of his friend, securing it tight in his grip before jamming himself deeper than deep. Marcus aimed to fuck the air from Chad - and perhaps to trick his cock into thrusting outward with his powerful thunderous motions. 

The power that was used was depriving them of more and more of the air they so desperately needed. 

The wild flailing and shock of the surprise caused Chad's raped ass to move so wildly that Marcus found it to be the only way to fuck. It felt wonderful as his friend was deprived of oxygen and life. 

Marcus needed air and time to properly organize a plan. Surely Chad would understand. But, Chad was the bitch, the beta, and they went first in times like these. He groaned as he bucked against that ass, stabbing his cock forward and fucked the poor little dino with furious intent. 

The flailing arms splashed water everywhere, but that didn't deter Marcus, not one bit. 

Chad's tail flailed more, whipping, his hands wrapping around the cock disappeared in his ass, trying to actually keep it inside him. His ass, muscular and solid where it counted, collapsed like a chinese finger trap trying to keep Marcus behind him while Chad swam to the top. 

There were a tiny little sliver of air left - a weak point at that. He pressed his face into the bubbles sphere, making it mold and contort against his face. Inhaling, he was able to steal a desperate breath before Marcus took his cock in his hands and swung it, Chad following along the arc of the toss.

Chad didn't obtain enough air though and strength was fading fast. Marcus was vicious and swirled his arms to bring Chad to his body, much like lovers would, spooning while fucking, but this was more vampiric in nature. 

Marcus's hands took ahold of the others face and pulled it backward, tilting and turning it so they shared an intimate personal kiss. Marcus suctioned their mouths together and started to breath in whatever was left in his friends lusts. Desperate for that air. 

Chad was released and limped in the water. He was dead. And there was nothing to be done about it. 

Around Chad's dead body was a thick rope of white, massive, and it bleed into the water, dissolving? the inkiness of semen clouding around Marcus's struggling body. He screamed as he saw Chad's cum cling to his body. 

Chad remained, empty and lifeless, his little mouth opened and limp, his limps floating above his body dead and unmoving, but the movements of Marcus provoked the body lodged against him, connected by cock in ass, to move in the most magical and lifeless way. 

Marcus swam to the top of the bubble, trying to free himself. Whatever air was once there just didn't remain. He punched, hard, against the bubble, pounding with both hands now. The entire bubble was filled with water, had been filled with water. But this put strain against the bubble's structure --- meaning, even though his pounding was weaker, it actually did something. 

The bubble burst open at the top. It was enough for his head. The bubble, however, didn't pop, because the water inside it seemed to be harmonizing the bubbles composition. 

Marcus cheered? which just depleted his last amount of air in his lungs but that didn't matter to him. With one last powerful lurch, he tried to poke his head out for that rich lush air. But he wasn't going upward as he paddled. He looked down at the bloated chubby fag Chad sinking to the bottom of the sphere ? dragging him with. Life was so close but he was being pulled down into the depths of the watery grave. 

His feet kicked at Chad but nothing happened. 

The violent movement continually jerked Marcus off until finally he came right into that ass. His cock was softening ? but it was far to late for that. He closed his eyes, his mind bloating out into darkness as he was swept away into death.