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Summary: In short, a young man jeopardizes his future for the sake of all the stale beer and pizza he can eat. the effects on his body are, as you can imagine, intense.
weight gain, gas, bloating, and intox kink. all characters depicted are 18 and above.
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Freshman Year
"Hey Matt, can you finish my beer for me?" Seth asked.
"Sure, dude," Matt said without skipping a beat.
It had become a strangely common interaction ever since Matt had started attending frat parties. Whenever one of his friends had a drink he couldn't finish himself, Matt was always the go-to guy to chug the rest. With his tall and thick-but-still-muscular football player's build, he absorbed the beer with all the determination of a sponge. Plus, watching him chug the beer in a matter of seconds was always a good source of entertainment.
After drinking down the rest of Seth's beer, Matt ripped a loud burp that elicited a few cheers from those around them.
"Dude, you're a beast," commented Ian, who was standing nearby.
"Yeah, he's our bona-fide Beer Dumpster. Anything you don't want to drink, this guy can finish it in one swig," Seth explained. "No question where it all goes though, eh buddy?" He said, addressing Matt again. He jokingly gave his friend's bloated belly a few heavy slaps. Matt's stomach was rounded against his tshirt from all the beer and pizza, and the slaps released another burp.
"It's no sweat, guys," He said nonchalantly, slurring a bit from the alcohol. "It's all just calories to go toward bulking." He clutched both sides of his stomach proudly.
The truth was, his beer belly had been sticking around more and more often into his waking days. If he didn't want to piss of his coach, he'd have to cut it out pretty soon. It was no sweat, though--a little partying never hurt anybody.
Senior Year
"Ugh , I shouldn't have gotten this beer. I don't think I'm going to be able to finish it," said Seth.
"No problem, man. Just give it to the Beer Dumpster, right?" Ian replied, grinning.
"Right, how could I forget?" Seth responded, glancing around the room. "Where has he parked himself in tonight?"
Ian pointed to a doorway to their left and Seth made his way through the crowd of people until he spotted Matt lounging on a la-z-boy recliner in all his beer-gutted glory.
If pressed, Seth would probably have admitted feeling some guilt for the way his friend's college career had gone. After all, Seth was the one who had introduced the nickname in the first place, and once Matt's reputation as the Beer Dumpster had gotten out things had sort of spiraled from there.
Matt quickly moved on from just drinking beer to finishing off people's desserts and pizza crusts as well; he needed some carbs to balance out all that alcohol, after all. As his alcohol tolerance increased, so did his stomach capacity, thereby increasing his usefulness as the Beer Dumpster.
Due to his inability to cut back on his weekly binges, he lost his football scholarship in his second year, forcing his parents to come through and pay for his degree instead. They probably would not have liked to see the way the son was spending his time.
Sometimes, if a party was getting especially dull, a group would gather around Matt and make a game of testing his capacity. Beers, sodas, chips and pizza would all disappear down his endless gullet to a soundtrack of encouraging cheers. If Matt's degree had been in competitive eating, he surely would have been top of his class.
This had all culminated, three years later, to the person that was sitting before Seth today. Matt was sprawled in the chair, seemingly taking a nap, his mouth slack amid his cheeks and chins.
All of the carbs and calories had gone mainly to his belly, a great round ball of flesh that dominated the young man's body. The size and shape of it gave the impression that his stomach had been stretched out immensely by just a few short years of near-constant binging and bloating. Seth was reminded of this fact cringingly every time he looked at his friend.
Matt's belly dropped low between his thighs and was currently being a cradled by an overstretched athletic t-shirt. Matt still mainly wore sportswear, but not for the reasons her once had.
Despite the size of his middle, his thighs and upper arms were still beefy enough to rival it in size. Seth liked to think that his muscular physique was still somewhere underneath it all.
More and more often nowadays Matt would require Seth and Ian's help to get up at the end of the night from whatever chair he'd parked himself in. In Matt's mind, it was a small price to pay for all of the free leftover beer and pizza he could keep down. In his mind, free was free, and nothing else mattered. He hadn't been doing much thinking beyond that lately.
Seth approached his friend and nudged him on the shoulder. When he didn't wake, he nudged him a little harder, watching his chins jiggle in response.
"Dude, wake up," he said.
With a start, Matt snorted awake, and then looked blearily up at Seth. "What's up, man?"
"Are you good?" Seth asked, trying not to sound too worried. "Do you think you might be ready to call it a night?"
"No way, man, I'm not even full yet," Said Matt, yawning and smacking the sides of his stomach. Then his hungry eyes spotted the beer in Seth's hand. "Speaking of, is that for me?"
"It was, but I'm not really sure if you need--" Before Seth could finish, Matt had already reached up and snatched the beer out of his hand. He can still be quick when he needs to be, I guess, Seth thought to himself.
Seth watched his friend drain the beer impressively in a matter of seconds. When he was finished he ripped a long, loud burp and then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. After his burp, a few shouts of "hell yeah!" and "go, Beer Dumpster!" sounded from around the room. Seth looked around uncomfortably.
"Th--uuoOOOrp-- thanks, man," Matt said, his eyes newly glazed over from the nearly full beer. "Do you think you could see if there are any abandoned plates of nachos lying around? People can be pigs, the way they leave a mess just lying a-- uooOURpp." He interrupted himself with another burp.
"Sure thing, dude," Seth said as he backed away, mainly just wanting to escape the cloud of his friend's gas.
"Thanks, Seth, you're a--uuurp--good friend. I'm practically wasting away here," Matt said, giving his stomach another good smack.
Seth turned away from his immobilized friend without saying anything. He began to scan the next room for half-eaten plates of nachos, feeling as though he were about to indulge an overfed family dog.
After he had wandered a good distance away, he turned to look back at Matt, whose impressive display of gas had already attracted a handful of people with half-full sodas and paper plates of chips to feed him. Some of them even stuck around to watch him eat their food, in disbelief at how quickly he was able to polish off plate after plate of food.
Well, Seth thought as he turned away from the piggish scene, at least Matt can say he made a reputation for himself in college. And hell, the dude seems happy.
