Jason sat there, rubbing his sore gut, thinking about how the Frat brothers’ cheers had roared louder as he undid his pants. Nothing pleased them more than to see Jason growing a lot. Jason loved his gut, the tightness, and even the aching, but tonight had been a night that stretched his limits.

He felt impossibly full and heavy. He belched even louder as he gesticulated to stop Ryan from bringing over more food. Unwaveringly Ryan approached Jason with another beer and a slice of cake. Ryan was Jason’s best friend, they had each joined the fraternity to gain some respect, but Ryan had since turned into a delivery boy for the fraternity.

Ryan, as a newcomer, was supposed to also be condemned to Jason’s food-filled fate - but he had managed to get out of the ritual by telling the frat Jason’s favorite foods and drinks - thus pleasing the fraternity, and diverting attention from himself.

And, as Ryan set the open beer down next to Jason, he laughed. Jason was angry that he had been sold out by Ryan but he did enjoy the food. But at the time he half-mindedly regretted all the food he had just eaten; after this he would probably never fit into these pants again, but that's a price he has to pay, he figured, for popularity and respect.

Ryan smiled, “Wow Jason, you sure did eat a lot tonight."

Jason’s belly was huge and its tenderness left him practically immobile; he was in no mood to have a chat with Ryan. “Yeah (burp) and I don’t need you to get me more food……(burp)……” Jason looked at the slice of cake.

“Oh come on Jason,” Ryan said in a happy but devilish voice. “It’s merely a congratulatory gift!” He smiled again and cocked his head back.

Jason lifts his shirt up and glances at his stomach, it’s tight and round, it rests on his lap. “Just shut up and go…..(BURP)”

Ryan saw that Jason wasn’t in a good mood and stepped out quietly. He knew when to keep his mouth shut.

Jason leaned forward, clutching his stomach, and looked at the beer with unwavering eyes. He took up the bottle and guzzled it down, slowly and surely. He felt every drop hit the bottom of his stomach like a bomb. He continued to finish off the slice of cake, something in his mind told him to shut up and eat it. Something told him, despite his aching belly, just to buckle up and suck up.

Jason ate the cake and finished the beer, alone. He finished it and leaned back dosing off into a deep sleep, letting all the food settle, right into fat.