Big Bobo

An unexpected surprise

How Bobo managed to get it all away was a mystery, but he was still strapped to the chair and had not burst. The bowl was empty and the boys looked at each other, then at Bobo's face covered in pudding, then at the huge belly. The skin was stretched tight, like a balloon with too much air in it and ready to burst at any moment. As a precaution, the boys had gathered behind the table where they could take shelter if necessary. Maverick had won the bet, but he didn't seem satisfied. Bobo was still breathing. He had his eyes closed and was no longer aware of what was happening in the basement. Steven gathered his courage and walked to Bobo, after which he carefully placed his hand on his stomach. Immediately there was a loud gurgling sound. Steven ran back to the others and hid behind the table. A deafening belch, even louder than the first, escaped Bobo's mouth. Startled, Maverick looked at the basement stairs. If the chefs came to see where the noise was coming from, they would catch them. With wide eyes they looked at the large, black mountain with a bulging navel, from which a deep and loud rumbling came. Bobo opened his mouth and another loud burp made the guys look up in shock.

Unexpectedly, a thick stream of yellow pudding sprayed from Bobo's mouth through the room, over the table and onto Steven. Gagging at the filthy scene, he tried in vain to wipe the yellow blobs off his clothes. One of the two new guys screamed. Bobo hung lifeless in the chair like a rag doll with an absurdly large belly. His stomach continued to rumble loudly, as if a drum band were passing by in the distance. Maverick had hidden in a dark corner of the basement, his phone still ready to film what would happen. Another loud burp and a thick jet of pudding flew through the basement, which the guys dodged just in time. Erik had already taken cover under the table with one of the new guys. They waited anxiously. For a moment, Bobo's stomach was still, and just when they thought the danger had passed, there was an unnatural roaring sound, growing louder by the second. In a reflex, the almost unconscious Bobo clutched his stomach. Steven and the other new boy also dived under the table.

'Oh shit! Now it's happening!' shouted one of the new boys.

Bobo groaned painfully and tried to sit up. He failed due to the size of his gut and a lack of strength. He gasped for air as he fell back into the chair. He groaned again, loud and painful. The roaring sound in his stomach filled the room, then something happened that neither of the guys expected. First came the gurgling sound of an unhealthy fart. As if Bobo's intestines had separated from his stomach and were filled with fluid. It gave off a pungent smell of rotting meat and eggs that made Steven, who was still covered in pudding, gag again under the table. Now that the fun was over, the guys had only one wish: to leave the villa as quickly as possible and never return. Then they could pretend this never happened. That they had not deliberately led someone to death. The only one who seemed to enjoy it was Maverick, who was still standing in the dark corner. Occasionally his soft chuckle was hearable. It was quiet for a moment, but when one of the new guys attempted to crawl under the table and leave the basement, another burp sounded, almost immediately followed by a fart. A soft one this time and just when the guys thought it was over, Bobo opened his eyes wide and shot up as far as the straps holding him to the chair would allow with a loud yelp. Under high pressure, a brown liquid sprayed from between his legs into the room. Volley after volley, heralded by a primal scream, the brown goo flew in all directions. Over the table, over Steven and the new guys under the table, but most of it flew into Maverick, who had not taken shelter and was completely covered. A foul smell like that of sewage filled the room. Steven threw up on the new guy sitting next to him. The other new guy started to cry. Only Erik remained calm. He was lucky to be in the right corner where he didn't catch as much of the diarrhea as the rest. Except for a few brown spots on his pants, he stayed dry. A smile of redemption appeared on Bobo's face.

"Freak nigger!" Maverick shouted from the dark corner in which he stood.

He briefly wondered whether he should continue filming while he tried to avoid the splashes. He wanted to punch Bobo, but the shit just kept coming. It took at least 5 minutes before the jets of diarrhea diminished in strength, but by then everything was already covered. Now that the cramps were gone, Bobo was slumped back in his chair. The two new guys ran out of the basement, away from the villa. Maverick could only hope the chefs hadn't seen them. He clumsily kicked the ankles of a fainted Bobo. He was supposed to die that night, not to shit on everyone. While he made a plan with Steven to clean everything up without being noticed, Erik opened the straps that held Bobo's wrists and ankles to the chair and carefully pulled him to his feet.

"What a scandalous evening this was," he said with a smile, as if he had really enjoyed it.

Bobo slowly opened his eyes when he heard Erik talking to him. With his help he got out of the chair, but his stomach had become too heavy to walk properly. His legs could no longer hold the weight so Erik supported him. Maverick and Steven paid them no attention as they laboriously climbed the basement stairs. While Bobo recovered from the climb on the top step, Erik dismissed the chefs and helped Bobo to his room.