"I Bet You..."
By: Pi-Zero
The house fairly shook with the sound of the music shuddering
through it. Luckily the house was on the back corner of campus so no
one really cared. The party had been going on for hours now. The
soccer team had won the regional championships and now they were
celebrating. Everyone was smashed, all of them shirtless in the hot
presummer air.
Brett, the screw off of the team, was showing off, much to the
amusement of the rest of the team. The six-foot-six halfback
(surprisingly quick for such a large man) had his brown haired,
crew-cut head tipped back and was breathing heavily through his nose,
tight rippled stomach heaving as he pressed a full beer can between
his lips. He grinned triumphantly as he got all but the last lip in,
gripping with his teeth. Chris had bet him ten buck he couldn't do it.
"Brett, you stupid fuck! You gonna drink that or just deepthroat it?
That's the last damn beer we got!" Andy, one of the captains yelled.
He stood, all five-foot-six of him, hands on hips, staring up at
Brett, blond haired head cocked to one side and glaring.
One of the other guys, Luke, chimed in, "The last one? What the hell
Andy? You were in charge of the booze, you're telling me we're all
out? What kind of captain are you?" Chris, the originator of the beer
can bet, jumped over to Brett, "Ok big guy, give it back! That's the
last on - oops!" In trying to hasten the can's exit from Brett's
mouth, Chris had bumped it. The force knocked it loose from Brett's
teeth and it slid the last little bit into Brett's mouth. Surprised,
Brett swallowed. A beer can shaped bulge slid down Brett's neck and
vanished into his broad chest. He grinned sheepishly and shrugged,
"Ooops! Well I always was the fastest drinker. My throat just kinda
opens."
Andy turned three shades of red. He was as drunk as everyone else and
not really thinking rationally, "You stupid piece of SHIT! You just
ATE the last beer! I've a mind to reach down your fucking throat and
get it back!" Everyone rolled their eyes, this was typical of Andy.
Chris put his hand on Andy's shoulder, "Ten bucks says you won't." He
was stilled bummed about having lost ten buck to Brett on the beer
can, he was hoping to make it back. Andy, however, not one to be made
a fool of, whipped around, "You're on, fucker." He turned back to
Brett, "Get over here shithead."
Somewhat confused, Brett stumbled over. Andy grabbed Brett's chin and
stuck his fingers into Brett's mouth. Getting the clue, Brett opened
his mouth. Andy's smaller size coupled with Brett's big mouth made the
first bit easy. Andy shoved his hand into Brett's mouth and on into
his throat. Only years of bonging beers kept Brett from choking or
puking back up Andy's hand. But the practice payed off and he held
steady. Andy's wrist vanished into Brett's mouth and things got a
little more difficult. Andy's forearm was wider than a beer can. But
he kept pushing and Brett's mouth creaked open a little further.
Andy's elbow vanished.
Andy kept pushing but had reached a double impasse. His bicep was
wide, and he was too short. The angle prevented him from straightening
out his arm to get a better push. Seeing Andy's problem, Brett stepped
into action. He wrapped his arms around Andy's torso and hugged him,
as he bent downward towards his teammate. Sure enough, the combined
force of Andy pushing and Brett pulling while straining to open his
mouth further payed off. Andy's arm vanished entirely into Brett's
mouth.
Both men stood still for a moment, perhaps a hint of the strangeness
of this whole endeavor working it's way into their alcohol fogged
brains. The guys around them were cheering them on. Chris was pouting,
having lost the bet. Brett's mouth brushed against Andy's neck as Andy
twisted his arm about in Brett, looking for the beer can. After a
minute he stopped, "Dammit. I'm too short. I can't reach the bottom of
your stupid stomach. Hey, someone else with a longer arm come do
this!"
But the rest of the team backed off and shook their heads. It was fine
to watch Andy shove his arm down Brett's throat, but that didn't mean
they wanted THEY'RE arms covered in Brett drool. Andy frowned,
"Dammit, I guess you lost it for us then, you big idiot." Brett
frowned around his mouthful of Andy-arm, not really being able to say
anything. Chris had been watching again and piped up, "It's too bad
Brett can't open up a little more to let you get in further Andy. Beer
aside, I'd pay 20 bucks to see that!" Andy rolled his eyes, "Right.
Brett may have a big fucking cocksucker mouth, but he aint rubber man!
Now I put my arm down his slimey throat, so pay up fucker!" He pulled
back from Brett.
His arm slid out of Brett's mouth to just above the elbow and stopped.
Brett's arms were still wrapped around Andy from pulling his arm in
and Brett wasn't letting go. Chris had essentially bet him he couldn't
do something, and Brett never turned down a bet. Ever.
His eyes locked on Andy's as Andy started pulling harder, "Let go of
my you stupid fuck!" But Brett would have none of it. Keeping an arm
around Andy's torso so he couldn't back up, Brett wrapped his other
hand around the back of Andy's head. "What the fuck are you doing you
stupid cocksucker!?!" Shrieked Andy as Brett forced his head down
until his nose was even with his arm. Brett grunted, unable to say
more with his mouth full. Instead he pushed forward again, sliding
Andy's arm back down his throat more easily this time, until his nose
ran into Andy's forehead.
Andy, his head still held firmly in place laughed, "And what now you
stupid fuck? That's my head, not a fucking hand. Now stop drooling in
my hair and let go of me!" Brett, however, wasn't about to stop. Chris
had bet him he couldn't do this, so he was damned if he wouldn't. He
HAD to get Andy further in so he could get that can out. He
concentrated and tried to stretch his mouth even further.
Andy could see a little out the tops of his eyes and he could
certainly feel Brett's thick lips creeping ever so slowly up his crown
and down over his forehead. He was starting to get a little nervous,
Brett had a big mouth, that was certain, but this was ridiculous!
Surely he couldn't stretch it much further?
Brett, for his part, wasn't sure he could do this either. His jaw
hurt, a lot. He was, however, no stranger to working through pain. He
grunted and simultaneously pulled with his arm around Andy, pushed
downward - using his height to give him leverage, and tried once more
to stretch his mouth open further. There was complete resistance for a
second, two seconds. Brett's muscles bulged. Three seconds. Suddenly
he felt something in his jaw pop, and he slid forward and down. His
mouth now wrapped around both Andy's arm and the entire top of his
head, Andy's hair tickling his tongue. Grunting in relief, he pushed
forward again, sliding Andy in to his nose.
As Andy watched the world vanished, replaced by Brett's lip, he
panicked. "Let me GO! Now you stupid piece of cocksucking shit! Put me
DOWN! You've won your stupid bet!" But not realizing that in Brett's
drunk brain he not only had to win the 'bet' with Chris, he still had
to retrieve the beer can, Andy couldn't get Brett to stop. He flailed
his free, unswallowed arm, catching Brett's face and trying to push
him off.
Unfortunately, Brett interpreted the flailing arm as an attempt to
help him. Surely it would be easier for Andy to find the can if both
his arms could search? Brett would help him! Andy's head now firmly in
his mouth, Brett let go and grabbed Andy's flailing hand, guiding it
to his mouth. He slid Andy's fingers in to his mouth alongside Andy's
head and let Andy push most of his own arm in (much to Andy's
surprise). Andy's left arm was now in up to the elbow, not easily
sliding futher due to the awkward angle.
Brett pushed forward and down again, pulling Andy towards him. Slowly
Andy's elbow straightened down Brett's throat and Andy's entire head
slipped into Brett's gaping mouth. Brett was now wrapped tightly
around Andy's arms and neck, just above his shoulders. Initial
amazement wearing off, the team started cheering them on again, "Go
one Brett! Yeah, get that beer Andy!"
Andy began to calm down a little. Though drunk, the team wouldn't let
anything happen to him. He was the captain after all. And really, what
could happen? This might be ridiculously impossible, but it wasn't
like Brett wouldn't let him out once he got the beer right? And how
could he not? Brett couldn't very well walk around with a man hanging
out of his mouth could he? And he certainly wasn't small enough to fit
all the way in!
Brett was having to lean too far over, and the angle was getting
awkward. He gripped Andy around his slim waist with his big hands and
squatted. A huge whooshing grunt escaped his nose as he pressed his
captain into the air above his head, balancing his upside downd and
still holding to his waist. Slowly he pushed Andy a little further.
With gravity to help him, he forced his mouth the inch or so wider to
encompass Andy's shoulders without as much difficulty.
Andy's hands finally hit the bottom of Brett's stomach. Frantically he
scrabbled around, AH! His hand wrapped around the cold, hard cylinder
of the beer can. Despite his odd position and cramped locale, he let
out a howl of triumph, "I GOT IT! WE GOT IT BRETT! LET ME OUT!"
The team erupted in a huge roar of approval. Guys were jumping up and
down and hugging each other like they'd just won a game. Brett beamed
and pumped his fists... letting go of his grip on Andy.
Gravity being what it is, Andy slipped another bit down Brett's throat
and his chest vanished into Brett's mouth. Brett remembered what he
was doing before Andy had gone too far, but the worst was yet to come.
Brett was well trained in opening his throat, this is true. However,
he was not used to swallowing fuzzy things. When Andy slid down, the
top of his head came into contact with the sphincter muscle that
opened into Brett's stomach. His hair tickled the soft tissue and,
unused to such feelings in his throat, Brett's autonomic reflexes
kicked in. He swallowed.
Andy shrieked as he felt the muscles surrounding his torso contract
and pull him deeper into Brett. His head was pushed through the
sphincter muscle into the broader space of Brett's stomach. He felt
Brett's lips around his waist now, his teammate's broad tongue
flicking across his abs. He panicked and started to writhe.
Brett was caught as off guard as Andy. He had not been expecting to
swallow and the resulting muscle action pulled Andy right out of his
hands again. He felt Andy's stomach slide across his tongue and
unthinkingly licked his tongue across it, tasting the sweat that
gathered there. Luckily, Andy's bubble butt caught on Brett's lip and
halted his descent for a second.
Unfortunately for Andy, starting to kick and squirm was just about the
worst thing he could do. Firstly it prevented Brett from getting a
grip on him and stopping his descent. Secondly it reprovoked the
swallow mechanism in Brett's throat.
Andy's butt, thinly covered by his shorts, slipped down into Brett's
mouth. The team, who had still been celebrating started to notice
something was odd. Luke, a forward, shouted, "DUDE! Look how much of
Andy Brett's got in him!" Damien - a defenseman and part-time striker
- chimed in, eyes wide, "Woh... Look at the bulge in his stomach! I
wonder how much more of Andy would fit?" A murmer began among the team
and grew, "Come on Brett! Let's see how much you can do! Go Brett!" It
didn't seem to occur to them that this could be dangerous. Luke
shouted again, "It'll be easier to get Andy out headfirst anyway! He
can push with his feet! Come one ya pansy, GO!"
Brett shrugged. Never one to deny peer pressure, he swallowed. Andy's
butt didn't want to go into his throat. Andy had reached the bottom of
Brett's stomach and his pushing combined with the dryness of the
shorts and the thickness of his glutes made the task very difficult.
Now determined and goaded on by the crowd - who seemed unaffected by
Andy's yelling from inside him - Brett began to mouth Andy's butt and
slide his tongue back and forth across the crotch of Andy's shorts.
The result? Shortly Andy's butt and crotch were slick with Brett's
saliva.
Brett gripped Andy's knees and pushed them down into him while
swallowing as hard as he could. Andy was overcome and buckled as his
butt was forced into Brett's throat. Only Andy's lower legs hung out
of Brett's mouth now. He grinned at the team cheering, "Go! Go! Go!
Go!" at him and swallowed. The going wasn't easy. Andy had filled his
stomach now and he had to do with that what he had done with his
mouth. Slowly, inch by inch he forced more of Andy down, pressing his
teammate into a tight ball and stretching his stomach outward.
Finally, only Andy's feet remained outside of Brett. Brett made a
great show of winking at his audience and then slowly pushed Andy's
feet into his mouth, swallowing rapidly until at last, almost thirty
minutes after starting, Andy was wrapped entirely in Brett's stomach,
"Ta DA! DUDE what a head rush!" He looked down at his hugely bulging
stomach, Andy's squirming outline clearly visible in it, "You OK down
there Captain? Looks like some people owe us money!" He patted the
bulge that was Andy.
Andy squirmed, "Great, now LET ME OUT you big idiot!" Brett wasn't
listening though, Chris had come up to him, "WOW man, that was
incredible. I guess you guys won the dough!" He passed over three
twenty dollar bills, "One for each of you and the twenty dollars I now
owe Andy there." Shaking his head, he wandered off to see if he could
find any undrunnk alcohol.
Damien came over. He stared, mesmerized at Brett's stretched stomach
as it slowly rippled as Andy tried to reposition himself to be
released. "How, how does it feel?" he stammered. Brett paused, he
hadn't really been paying attention to how the whole thing felt. Now
he let himself notice the feeling of Andy slowly turning himself,
stretching and rubbing the walls of his stomach. "It feels...
wonderful!" He said in amazement.
Damien's eyes were a little glazed, "Can I... touch him?" he asked
shyly. Brett grinned, "Sure man, here!" Brett took Damien's hand and
placed it on his stomach. Andy was not moving at the moment. Brett
poked him through his stomach wall, "Andy! Move so Damien can feel
you!" Andy was quick to respond, "Quit poking me you stupid fuck! I'm
not some exhibit! That's it! I'm coming out!" Damien's eyes grew wide,
"Wooh, I can feel him moving in there! That's so incredible! Luke come
feel this!"
While Damien was trying to attract Luke's attention, Andy got his feet
under him and began to push himself back up Brett's throat. He slid
his hands out above him, thinking to brace himself once he was partway
out. His hands slid their way through the entrance to Brett's stomach
and slowly he forced his head after. Damien was dragging Luke back
over when Brett felt Andy crawling up his throat.
Damien was speaking quickly to Luke, almost tumbling over his own
words, "Luke, you gotta feel this, it's so damn cool! Come on!" Brett
didn't want to dissapoint them, and in his drunkenness was not
thinking about Andy's opinion at all. "Andy, get back down for a
minute, Luke want's to feel you." Andy didn't stop pushing his way
back up Brett. His fingers hand just reached the back of Brett's
mouth, "Like hell. If he fucking wants to feel it, you can fucking get
fucking someone else to be you fucking guinnea pig!"
But Brett would have none of it. He wanted to show Luke, it seemed to
mean so much to Damien, "I said, get DOWN for a minute Andy!" He
swallowed. Little by little, as Brett gulped, Andy was forced back
down into his stomach. Damien grabbed Luke's hand and placed it on
Brett's - now strongly squirming - stomach, "See?" Luke, while
interested, was non-plussed, "Yeah, it's pretty cool. Look, I'm gonna
go help the guys look for more beer." Damien frowned, dissapointed
that Luke wasn't as fascinated as he, but he quickly perked up again
when he placed his hand back on Brett's swollen gut.
"How'd you do it Brett?" Damien asked. Brett shrugged, "I dunno, I've
always had a big mouth and alcohol's good for relaxing muscles. My
doctor at home said I had a funny jaw, here let me..." He poked the
sides of Damien's jaw, "Hey, yours feels like mine! I've never met
anyone like me before!" Damien shrugged, "Well my Mom said I had an
oral fixation as a child..." He turned purple, realizing the alcohol
had loosened his tongue more than he had intended. Brett chuckled,
"Don't worry about it, man, some might say I have an oral fixation as
well." He grinned down at his stomach, containing his teammate. He
burped, long and loud. Damien chuckled, "Ate too much big guy?"
Andy was not amused. The burp had removed most of the air that had
been trapped with him down here, "It's getting stuffy in here! You've
shown me off, now LET ME THE FUCK OUT!" Damien, still watching Brett's
stomach in fascination, cocked his head to the side, "Dude, after that
burp I can see him in there even better! Look, there's his arm, his
leg, and his butt!" Damien playfully poked Andy's butt through Brett's
side and watched the resulting wriggling. Brett looked down at
himself, "Dude that is cool! Andy, you'll be fine for a little longer,
this is cool!"
Brett and Damien went to a couch and sat down, still watching Brett's
stomach. Andy spoke up again, "This isn't FUNNY Brett! Let me out! I'm
running out of - oof!" Brett, wanting to see Andy's outline more
clearly, had momentarily tightnened his well ecercised abs,
compressing the space around Andy. The air he expelled had nowhere to
go though, but up, and Brett burped again, further reducing Andy's air
supply.
Brett considered the freshman next to him. Damien was slowly running
his hand along Andy's contours as they bulged out Brett's stomach. It
was a good thing they were seated in a darker corner, some of the guys
would take one guy rubbing another guy's stomach the wrong way. And he
certainly wasn't gay! Though the soft touch of Damien's hand on his
tender stomach and the slow movement from within him was giving him a
half-hard. He chuckled, so he got a little hard from rubbing, it
certainly didn't make him gay. Any guy would get off a little on this
stimulation! Andy was saying something again, but Brett was so lost in
his own internal dialogue he didn't even hear it, or notice it wasn't
as loud or vehement as before.
A shout came from across the room, breaking the two soccer player's
reveries. Luke and Chris came parading in, "Hey guys! We found more
BEER! There was an extra six cases in the basement we missed!" There
wa a mad rush over to the alchohol. Damien looked up at Brett, "You
want me to get ya one dude?" Brett grinned, "Nah, I'll come get one in
a minute. It's about time to let this guy out." Damien looked
dissapointed for a moment, "Ok." He perked up and jumped off the couch
to go get beer before it was gone again.
Brett lay back for a moment, gently stroking Andy's form in his
stomach, "Well, I guess it's time to let you out. You know, this has
been really cool, it felt so amazing! And you know that Damien's a
really great guy, I should talk to him more often." He paused, waiting
for Andy's response, "Mmmph lemme out..." came the odly muffled reply.
"Yeah, yeah, anyway. Yeah, that Damien kid, nice guy, and good body
too. Well I suppose it's time to..."
There was silence. Brett's head rocked back onto the pillow and he was
asleep, the alchohol finally taking it's final effect. His stomach
squirmed, but there was too little air. Andy's strength was sapped and
considering the ongoing party wasn't waking him, Andy hadn't a prayer
of reawakening his captor. Brett's body, dropping directly into sleep,
shut down. To keep him from vomiting in his sleep, the opening to his
stomach was tightnened and refused to open. In his weakened state Andy
had no hope of getting through it. The struggles outlined in Brett's
stretched stomach slowed. The party was back to roaring, and no one
noticed the form draped on the couch in a dark corner.
The morning came. Slowly the soccer players woke from where they had
draped themselves around the house. Almost every chair was filled to
overflowing with half naked young men. In their drunnken stupor the
night before, other bodies had not prevented them from wanting a couch
or chair to sleep on. Some men were sleeping on the floor, and one was
probably curled up next to the bathtub or toilet, and yet somehow only
Brett and Damien were draped across their couch. And by chance
Damien's head rested on Brett's thigh and his arm draped across the
rest of Brett's legs.
Brett and Damien woke as well, exchanging no comments about their
sleeping arrangements. They stumbled to their feet, hangovers aching,
as Chris came in, "Guys? Has anyone seen Andy?" Sleepy, pounding heads
turned as one, "SHHHH!" Luke spoke groggily, "Uh, I saw him some time
last night. He must have left to go sleep with his girlfriend or
something. You know how he is. Now shut up before my head explodes."
The rest of the heads nodded and then went back to sleep.
Two pairs of eyes met, Damien and Brett looked at eachother. No else
remembered... everyone else was so drunk they didn't remember it
and... Brett realized he had never let Andy out. He looked down. He
and Damien stared. His stomach, still ripped from all his excercise,
barely bulged, much as anyone's would after a huge normal meal. Damien
spoke softly, "Woh..." Brett shrugged, there wasn't much to do about
it now.
Damien wrinkled his nose as a huge honk escaped Brett's ass, "Dude!
You're disgusting!" Suddenly he grinned, "Wha'd you eat last night
man, a cow?" Brett chuckled, "Nah, much better meat than that man!"
Spontaneously, he hugged Damien, "Meet me at my hous this evening and
we'll find out how this thing works." Damien was left wondering which
part of "this" Brett had meant as the tall man stumbled off to the
bathroom.