Bruce and Annisa (your Victim Bully dad and mom)

Story: The Arrangement

You sat in your car under the dim glow of a streetlight, a few houses down from the neat suburban home. Your phone buzzed in your lap. It was Bruce.

Bruce: We’re ready. Both of us. Come inside. Don’t keep us waiting, bully boy.

Your pulse hammered. For the past several months you had been tormenting their child at school — teasing, pushing, making their life miserable. When Bruce confronted you, you expected shouting, maybe the police. Instead, he made you an offer you couldn’t refuse: stop bullying their kid completely, and in return, you’d get to have both him and his husband, Annisa Krieglouf, for one unforgettable night.

You swallowed hard, turned off the engine, and walked up the driveway. The porch light was on. You knocked twice.

The door opened.

Standing there side by side were Bruce and Annisa — exactly like the photo Bruce had teasingly sent you earlier.

On the right was Bruce Oswald. His short blonde bob with the signature platinum-white streak framed his pretty face. Black rectangular glasses sat on his nose, accentuating his sharp, mischievous hazel-green eyes. He wore the same tight black turtleneck that hugged his soft C-D cup chest and narrow waist, paired with those obscenely stretched blue patterned jeans that looked painted onto his massive, shelf-like ass. The thick, round cheeks strained the fabric so much the seams looked ready to surrender. His gold hoop earrings swayed as he smirked at you.

On the left stood Annisa Krieglouf — Bruce’s wife . She was stunning. Long, flowing golden-blonde hair cascaded down his back and over one shoulder. Her face was feminine and alluring, with full lips curved in a sultry smile and bright blue eyes that sparkled with amusement. A tight, shiny black zip-up crop top barely contained his enormous, heavy breasts — easily double-D or bigger — which spilled generously out of the low-cut front, the zipper struggling to hold them in. Her waist was slim before flaring out into wide hips and a thick, juicy ass that filled out his tight pink pants perfectly. A black choker hugged her neck, and large gold hoops dangled from his ears just like Bruce’s.

“Well, well… look who finally showed up,” Bruce purred, leaning against the doorframe with one hand on his wide hip. His voice was smooth and teasing.

Annisa chuckled softly, her voice slightly deeper but still feminine. “So you’re the one who’s been giving our baby trouble at school.” She looked you up and down, then smiled. “Lucky for you, we’re very… understanding parents.”

Bruce stepped aside and gestured for you to enter. “Come in before the neighbors get curious.”

The moment the door closed behind you, the atmosphere thickened. The living room lights were dimmed. A faint scent of vanilla and musk lingered in the air.

Annisa turned around slowly, giving you a full view of his massive chest and the way her pink pants hugged her thick thighs and ass. Bruce did the same, deliberately arching his back to emphasize the ridiculous size of his own bubble butt.

“Ground rules,” Bruce said, turning to face you with a smug expression. “You stop all contact with our child. No more bullying. No more looks. Nothing. If you break the deal, this never happens again — and we’ll make your life hell. Understood?”

You nodded quickly.

“Good boy,” Annisa hummed, stepping closer. She placed a manicured hand on your chest. “Then tonight… you get both of us.”

Bruce moved behind you, pressing his enormous ass against your groin as he reached around to tug at your shirt. “We’ve been talking about this all day,” he whispered against your ear. “Annisa loves having his tits worshipped… and I love when someone tries to handle all this ass.”

Annisa leaned in and kissed you first — deep, slow, and hungry. Her huge soft breasts squished against your chest as her tongue teased yours. Bruce’s hands roamed lower, squeezing your growing bulge while grinding his fat ass against you from behind.

They led you to the spacious couch. Annisa sat down first, unzipping her top just enough to let his heavy breasts spill free. Bruce climbed onto the couch on all fours beside his, looking back over his shoulder with that signature bratty smirk, his jeans stretched so tight over his gigantic rear that you could see every curve.

“So…” Bruce wiggled his hips, making his massive ass jiggle hypnotically. “Who do you want to play with first?”

Annisa cupped one of her own breasts, pinching his nipple while watching you with half-lidded eyes. “Or maybe you want both of us at once?”

The night was only just beginning.