Hard Gainer
By: Tim
Chapter 1
"You wanted to see me, Coach?" Jason stood in the Coach's
office after practice one fall day.
The Coach looked up from his desk. "Yeah, Jason.
Uhh....take a seat."
Jason looked nervous. "Is...is there something wrong,
Coach?"
The Coach cleared his throat. Conversations like this were
never easy. "Jason, I've been thinking about a few things, and I
think I'm going to have to let you know you, we....we aren't going
to need you on the team this year, son."
Tears came instantly to Jason's eyes. It wasn't like he
didn't expect the news at all, but all through high school his
dream had been to play college football. He had been a Mustang fan
ever since he could remember, and with hard work (and
admittedly a fair amount of tutoring), he had managed to get into
State. Now, only five weeks into the fall term, he was being
cut? It wasn't fair!
Jason's lip trembled. He tried to keep his voice steady,
but there was a telltale waver to it. "Coach, w-why?"
"Listen, son," the Coach said sternly. "The Mustangs are
the division leaders. We are a football powerhouse, and I
hold all my players to very high athletic standards. Our defensive
line averages 255 pounds - that's 35 pounds more than any of
the other schools in our division. You know what the 35 pounds
translates to? Power, that's what. It's pure power. The bigger
we are, the more dominant and aggressive we are, and the more we can
win.
"Son, you've got a good work ethic and you're a team
player. You're not a bad football player, either, but at 170
pounds you are just not big enough to play defense for the Mustangs."
Jason felt his face flush. He knew the Coach was right. He
had a naturally athletic build, a muscular, strong body,
and his 170 pounds were well-distributed on a sturdy 5'10" frame -
he had excelled in high school football and wrestling, but
the guys were just so much bigger in college. Bigger, stronger,
faster, and more aggressive....just like Jason had always wanted to
be. He couldn't let go of his dream that easily - he had to fight.
"Coach, gimme a second chance. I can put on weight. I'll
lift every day. I'll live in the gym, I swear. I'll take
weight gainers. I'll do anything - just let me stay on the team!"
The Coach studied Jason's face for a long time. The boy was
had heart and a great attitude, that was for sure.
Maybe it couldn't hurt to see what he could do in the gym. He
doubted the kid could pack on enough mass to be competitive,
but it wouldn't hurt to let him try. The Coach decided to keep him
on as a benchwarmer. A full roster of Mustangs crowding
the sidelines could help psych out opposing teams...power in numbers.
After a very long minute, the Coach said, "All right, son,
you can stay on the team. But don't count on seeing any
play this year. We'll see how you do in the weight room. Talk to
the trainer about getting some supplements."
Jason breathed in a huge sigh of relief. "Thank you,
Coach!" he gushed. "You won't be sorry, I promise! I'll work
harder than anyone - and I *will* get big, you'll see!" The Coach
shook his hand, smiling at the kid's enthusiasm, and Jason
ran back to his dorm room, where he immediately made a protein shake
and a sandwich and devoured both.
Lying back on his bed after his afternoon snack, Jason
contemplated his meeting with the Coach. Maybe it was a
blessing in disguise. He had loved football in high school because
he liked overpowering other guys with his strong, athletic
body. And he loved to eat… and now the Coach had pretty much given
him free rein to do just that! It was time for him to
become a REAL football player. Even though it was hard for him to
gain weight, he had always wanted to get bigger, and he
couldn't wait to start. That was why those upperclassmen were so
big - because they ate a lot and lifted weights all the time!
And he could be big too. He headed right down to the dorm cafeteria
for dinner, where he consumed three helpings of
everything over the next hour and staggered back to his room,
glutted with dorm food. And the next morning before class, he
went back for more. Jason turned into an eating machine while
increasing the intensity of his workouts. Jason was
single-minded in his purpose: Get big. Get huge. Dominate other
guys. It was all he thought about.
Chapter 2
After a couple of months on his new food and exercise
regimen, Jason returned to his dorm room one evening. He
hadn't weighed himself yet, thinking that he would give himself a
pleasant surprise when he saw how much weight he had put
on. He hadn't noticed a dramatic change, but some of his clothes
fit a little tighter than before, and his appetite had definitely
increased. But Jason wasn't ready for what he saw when he stepped
on the scale: 173. Fuck! After all that work, only 3 fucking
pounds! "Fuck!" Jason yelled. He slammed his fist into the
bathroom wall and stomped into the living room.
"What's wrong, dude?" asked Kenny, his roommate, who was
sitting on the couch watching TV. Kenny was a
cyclist on the college team. He was 5'6", 125, lean and very toned,
with probably less than 5% body fat. Kenny had probably
never seen the inside of a weight room, but he trained on his
bicycle for hours every day.
"After two months of eating like a fucking pig I only gained
3 pounds!" complained Jason. "I need to get big so I
can stay on the team, but I still need to put on at least 20 more
pounds!"
"Well, it takes a while to put on the kind of weight you're
talking about," said Kenny. "You're probably burning it
all off with all the exercising you're doing. You know, Jase, you
might just not have the genetics to get that big. Even if you
put on 20 pounds you'd still be going head to head against guys who
go 250, 260. You'd get creamed, dude!"
Jason couldn't believe what he was hearing. Already pissed
off because he wasn't getting bigger as fast as he wanted,
Kenny's well-intentioned remark infuriated him. He stood in front
of his smaller roommate and looked down at him angrily.
"What the fuck are you talking about, shorty?"
"All's I'm saying is, those football players have power you
can't even imagine," Kenny said reasonably. "I'm not
sure you could ever eat enough or lift enough weights to get that
big, or be competitive with guys that huge."
Jason was seething. It was the first time anyone had ever
suggested that he couldn't do something he wanted.
"What the hell do you know about gaining weight, you little runt?"
he demanded, pulling Kenny off the couch by his collar
and yelling in his face, "I'll get as fucking big as I want!"
"Chill, dude, it's cool… I just don't want to see one of
those big monster dudes eat you alive, man…" Kenny was
startled that his roommate was reacting so violently. He knew Jason
was aggressive and determined, wound kinda tight, but he
had thought it was pretty well-contained on the football field.
Jason held his face close to Kenny and glared at him. The
thought kept going through his mind, I will get big, I will
get big. He wanted to smash Kenny for suggesting otherwise, ride
his smaller body down to the floor and totally flatten his little
ass. Suddenly the urge to completely overwhelm his roommate took
over, and before he knew what he was doing, Jason was
on top of Kenny on the floor, pressing down on him with his weight.
Kenny gasped, fighting for air under the pressure of
Jason's body.
Aggression boiled up in Jason as he bore down on Kenny. It
felt good to dominate the smaller guy. It made him
feel big and strong. It made him feel… hungry. Really hungry.
Suddenly Kenny wasn't his roommate anymore. He was prey,
and Jason was the predator. His stomach growled, and right then he
knew he was going to eat Kenny.
"Yeah? Well, I'm 50 pounds heavier than you, so I think
I'll just eat you alive, then," Jason sneered.
"Huh -- What?!" Kenny barely had time to cry out when Jason
flipped him over on his stomach. He sat on Kenny's
butt, facing his feet, grabbed his legs, held them together and
pulled them up, up to his mouth. He glanced back at Kenny.
"You're mine, punk," he said, then voraciously stuffed both Kenny's
bare feet into his mouth. In the heat of the moment, it
seemed like a natural movement. His lips distended automatically,
and his jaw dropped, and the feet just went in. Another
little shove, and he felt the protruding bones on Kenny's ankles
push lightly at his lips.
"Shit! Okay, okay, you've made your point! I give!" Kenny
yelped. "Damn, dude, chill!" Jason ignored him. His
strong hands gripped Kenny's calves and shoved upwards at the same
time he swallowed hard. A good eight inches of Kenny's
toned legs disappeared into Jason's gaping mouth. Kenny could feel
his toes begin to enter a tight place at the back of Jason's
throat. "Jason, stop it man! You're hurting my back!"
In response, Jason stood up, still bent over a little,
shifting his powerful grip to Kenny's thighs. He shifted unsteadily
to keep control of Kenny's body as he pushed upwards again. This
time Kenny went in to mid-thigh.
"Jason! Quit it, man! Stop! I'm not kiddin' around!"
Kenny was thrashing around, slamming his arms on the floor,
but was unable to turn over. He couldn't move his legs at all, and
he couldn't pull himself out with both Jason's viselike throat
clamping down on his legs and strong hands now holding his butt.
Breathing heavily through his nose, and giving a tremendous
groan, Jason stood up completely, dragging Kenny face-first across
the floor, then in a fluid motion heaving him up until his
roommate's body was sticking straight out from his fully stretched
lips, suspended by Jason's muscular arms holding him at waist
level. Jason stood for another moment, trying to get some air, and
taking stock of the situation. He knew he was about to pass
a point of no return. If he ate Kenny, things would change. Kenny
was now screaming and struggling. At this point he realized
that it was actually possible his roommate was indeed going to
devour him, or at least try. "Let me down, man! Stop it!"
With his mouth full, Jason couldn't tell Kenny to shut up:
he just had to make him shut up. I WILL get big, he
thought, I'm gonna fucking eat this guy, and with a forceful shove
and the help of gravity, Kenny sank into Jason's mouth up to
his waist. After that, Jason kept a steady pressure, guiding
Kenny's lean body into his greedy gullet while swallowing, feeding
inch by inch of his doomed roommate into his gut. Jason couldn't
think any more. All he knew was that he was in total control
– over Kenny, over his own body, over everyone. This is real
domination, he thought. I'm eating a dude, this is real
domination.
Kenny was fighting him hard, but it was useless: Jason had
easily overpowered him, and his fate was sealed. His
screams and thrashing began to fade to gasps and moans as the larger
jock got him shoved in to the neck and the pressure on his
chest made it more difficult to breathe. Jason could feel his gut
stretch impossibly as he forced the smaller athlete to become his
meal. His muscular thighs flexed with the strain of holding himself
steady with the added mass. He could squat, deadlift, and
bench more than Kenny's weight, though, so the little guy was not
too hard to handle.
Kenny's protests were muffled now, his face completely
inside Jason's mouth and only the top of his head showing.
A final push, a big swallow, and everything was quiet except for
gurgling and churning from Jason's stomach. Jason gulped a
few times, uncertain as to whether Kenny had really gone all the way
down, then blinked, took a few deep breaths, and
produced the loudest and longest belch he had ever let fly.
Exhausted from the attack, Jason flopped down on the couch,
holding his swollen gut with both hands. I can't
believe it, he thought. I just fucking swallowed a dude. He could
feel Kenny squirming inside. There was a lot of rumbling,
and some faint moaning. Jason groaned and belched again, this time
for about a minute, expelling all the air in his stomach.
He was sweating hard, and his full stomach felt hot and heavy with
its new load. He felt like he did after a very strenuous
practice with the tackling dummies on the practice field. All he
wanted to do was sleep it off. Over the past two months, Jason's
stepped-up exercise program had succeeded in accelerating his
metabolism, and today was no exception. His highly efficient
system was already at work aggressively digesting his enormous meal
in exactly the same way he aggressively wore down guys on
the football field....well, in high school, anyway. Within a few
minutes, the wriggling and churning inside his gut completely
stopped. Tired from the exertion
and with the extreme satisfaction of a really full belly for the
first time, Jason drifted off to sleep.
Chapter 3
Jason awoke hours later, the morning sun streaming through
the window. He looked around, disoriented for a few
seconds. The TV was still on. He felt an immense pressure in his
ass, and got up and went into the bathroom. After 15
minutes of hard work, the toilet was filled and clogged. Fuck, what
the hell did I eat yesterday? thought Jason – and then he
remembered. Oh, shit.... Was it a dream?
"Kenny?" he said nervously, aloud, half-hoping for a
response. There was none. He looked down at his stomach.
It was flat, with the usual washboards, and no evidence of the
enormous meal. He looked in the mirror and ran his hand down
his 6-pack, admiring himself – wait! His arm looked bigger! He
flexed his bicep. It did seem bigger! And his boxers were
plastered to his round ass, like they were suddenly too small.
Jason ran into his bedroom and looked in the full-length mirror
behind the closet door. Fuck! He *was* bigger! He ran back into
the bathroom and got on the scale. 189!
Fuck yeah! Jason was stoked! He posed again in the
mirror. "Yeah! I fuckin kicked his ass!" he yelled at his
reflection, just like the guys yelled at each other in practice.
His giant meal had been turned into almost 20 pounds of lean
muscle mass by his amazingly efficient metabolism. "This is fucking
awesome!"
Just then, Jason's stomach rumbled. It wanted more! He
patted it appreciatively. "Yep, we're going right now," he
assured it. The thought flickered across his mind that he wanted
another smaller guy to eat. Then he ran down to the dorm
cafeteria for an enormous breakfast.
Jason's training that day, and for the next three weeks, was
phenomenal. His big meal kick-started an impressive
growth spurt with large gains in strength. His appetite even
increased, probably now that he knew how much mass his stomach
could handle. After three weeks, Jason weighed in at a solid 201
pounds.
Other guys in the dorm asked about Kenny. There was a brief
investigation that turned up nothing. "I don't know
what happened to him," Jason would say when asked. "I think he was
depressed about failing his history class or something. I
didn't know him all that well..."
Meanwhile, Jason found himself scoping out guys in class, at
the gym, on campus..... all as possible food. Excited by
the tremendous progress he'd experienced after one huge meal, what
could be a better idea than to have regular "meals"? Jason
sat in class, not paying attention to the lecture, doodling in his
notebook and thinking about how - and who - he could eat
again. Kenny was good, but it made sense that if his training
accelerated after eating a 125 pound guy, it would be better if he
ate an even bigger dude!
The even bigger dude presented himself that very afternoon.
Walking back to his dorm from football practice, Jason
ran into a friend from high school, Keith. Jason and Keith had both
been on the football team in high school, but Keith didn't
go out for the Mustangs when they got to State, deciding instead to
focus on baseball. He hadn't put on any weight since high
school, but still had a sturdy, nicely-proportioned athletic build:
6 feet even, 185 pounds.
"Hey Jase! Man, are you liftin'? You're gettin' big, dude!
What are you doing?" Keith's eyes widened as he admired
his friend's obvious increases in muscularity.
"Yeah, man, I lift all the time," Jason replied as casually
as he could, even though he was brimming with pride. For
the first time ever, he was bigger than Keith! "Gotta keep my
weight up for football, ya know."
"Wow. Well, it's working, stud, you're lookin' good...."
One thing led to another, and within a few minutes Jason
had invited Keith to come to his dorm room that night to study.
Later that night, Jason lay back on his couch, barely able
to move from the massive distension of his belly. Keith
was strong, and had put up a good fight, but Jason won again, in
part thanks to the element of surprise. I guess Keith just didn't
believe I could eat him, thought Jason, feeling his belly, letting
his hand run up his body to enjoy the feeling of his thick chest
and shoulders. Devouring Keith was only slightly more difficult
than swallowing Kenny. The hard part was hoisting Keith's
heavier body up, but once Jason had him held upright, gravity really
helped with the rest – at times the guy just slid right in
without Jason even needing to swallow much. He rubbed his stomach
and produced a long, satisfied belch. I need more, he
thought, as he drifted off to sleep. I need to do this again, and
more often…and with a bigger guy next time....
Chapter 4
Jason looked at Brad's sleeping body and licked his lips
nervously. His new roommate was also a teammate, a fellow
football player recently assigned by the athletic department to
Jason's dorm. He was fucking huge, sitting on the couch, his ass
flattening the cushions, snoring away with his big stupid mouth wide
open. It would have to be a sneak attack – if Brad knew it
was coming, Jason wasn't sure he could subdue him, and even though
Jason had gotten bigger, the 6'5" football player would
be way too much to handle in a fight. Jason had seen Brad in action
on the field, and didn't want to risk being on the receiving
end of the physical punishment he could dish out.
Brad had only been living there about two weeks, but the two
jocks had a tense relationship already. Brad, an
upperclassman, had barely noticed the freshman on the team in the
weeks before he moved in. Jason was feeling full of himself
with his newly added muscle, but Brad was a starter, not a
benchwarmer, and was used to being the alpha male in all situations.
They had already had several hostile verbal exchanges, but nothing
physical - yet. Jason made up his mind at the end of the
first week that he would get the big guy drunk off his ass on beer
and filled up with food – then, when he passed out, Jason
would swallow him whole. Brad was a loudmouthed asshole and was no
use to anybody anyway. All he did was sit around, eat
and drink everything in sight, lift weights, get in fights – and
leave his fucking enormous dumps unflushed for Jason to
find……fucking asshole, thought Jason.
But in terms of being a meal, Brad was a big, good-looking
guy in great shape – extremely well built, with plenty of
power. His conquests on the football field were legendary. Jason
thought correctly that it would be great to ingest a huge male
with that much testosterone and muscle. That would spearhead some
serious gains for sure - and it might even get him moved
up to the starting lineup!
Still gazing at the serenely slumbering athlete, surrounded
by crushed and empty beer cans and pizza boxes, Jason
plotted his attack. If I can just get his feet trapped in my
throat, just get him started, he thought, I've got him. He
concluded from his past two experiences that it was impossible for a
guy to escape from him at that point. He looked with concern at the
width of Brad's massive shoulders and thick pectorals and realized
that not only would they be difficult to maneuver, but that
the jock's big butt was also going to be a sticking point.
Finally, there was the issue of whether the muscular
linebacker would even fit in his gut. Brad weighed more than
twice as much as Kenny and 80 pounds more than Keith – the guy was a
real load, a fuckin gutbomb. Hell, he was even big for
a linebacker. The thought of subduing such a big dude made Jason's
mouth water. Jason cringed as he thought about what it
would be like in the bathroom the day after. It had taken him about
an hour to fully unload the morning after he ate Keith,
and it wasn't easy, either. Your asshole isn't meant to stretch
that much, Jason thought, but his mind quickly returned to the
payoff: he would absorb Brad's mass and power, just as he had with
Kenny and Keith, and he'd get bigger and stronger. He
might have to skip classes for a day or two so he could lie around
his room and fully digest the football jock, but it would be
totally worth it: in a day or two after Keith, Jason had gained a
little over 20 pounds, mostly muscle. He drifted off into
thinking about the fact that eating Brad would pack on another 50
pounds easily. Who would ever think that big football hero
Brad would be eaten by his roommate, Jason thought. Survival of the
fittest, that's what it is – I'm smarter than he is, so I can
take control of him...and once he's part of me, I'll take his place
on the team. The very idea got him hungrier.
Jason slowly moved down until he was sitting on the floor in
front of Brad. He was at eye level with the jock's
crotch and could clearly see the outline of the guy's huge pole
snaking down out of his shorts. His thighs were massive and
hairy. Jason looked down at Brad's size 13 feet. He was barefoot
and hadn't showered for a couple of days, and they stank.
Brad snored on, his belly full of three large pizzas and a couple of
six-packs of beer, oblivious to his rapidly approaching fate.
It was time. Jason could feel the pressure, the drive to be
bigger, the insatiable hunger building in him. He had to
have this guy in his stomach. Brad was going to make a great muscle-
building meal. With a lightning-quick motion he reached
out and grabbed the jock's thick ankles, pulled his feet together
and shoved them into his mouth, swallowing hard to get the
process started as fast as possible.
Brad's snoring stopped abruptly, but his eyes did not open.
He groaned softly. Jason, watching him carefully, kept
going, sweating from nerves and the hard work of taking the large
man in. He grasped the football player's muscular calves and
with some difficulty swallowed another inch. He paused, breathing
heavily through his nose. The hair on Brad's legs tickled his
nostrils. Another few moves and he'd have him. Brad would wake up
too late, and Jason would get to listen to him beg and
plead, to no avail. It was inevitable. Jason savored the exciting
beginning of the awesome process of having big Brad for
dinner.
Brad, eyes still closed, let out a long sigh. Jason
squeezed his eyes shut, gripped the jock's legs as tightly as he
could, and pulled again, successfully sinking another two inches.
He had the big guy's ankles secured now. Brad's legs were much
thicker and hairier than Kenny's shaved cycling legs or Keith's well-
formed athletic legs. Stopping to compose himself in the
excitement of taking in such a huge prize, Jason thought about how
much easier it seemed, in retrospect, to swallow Kenny.
Hell, this was already hard and the worst was yet to come, Jason
thought, thinking of Brad's meaty, rounded glutes and broad
shoulders.
Then Brad's eyes slowly opened and fixed on Jason. The two
men stared at each other for what seemed like a long time. Jason
gulped, but nothing went down. He was right: the worst was yet to
come. But the worst did not involve him swallowing Brad's huge body.
Brad spoke. His voice was deep, loud, and
authoritative. "So, just what the fuck do you think you're doing?"
Jason was taken by surprise. There was no fear in Brad's voice at
all, no concern, even though his ankles were sunk into Jason's
throat. "Well, of course you can't answer, because your fucking
MOUTH is full," said Brad, and before Jason could react or
even anticipate the move, he moved his butt forward, bent his legs
and with an explosive movement shoved his legs forward as
though he were doing a high speed leg press.
The violent thrust of Brad's enormous thighs forcefully and
painfully dislodged his feet from Jason's mouth. Jason
flew backwards from the force of the powerful shove, slammed against
the wall hard, cracking the plaster, and slid down,
holding his jaw, eyes wide. Brad stood up and strode casually over
to Jason, standing over him, looking down. Shit, thought
Jason, I'm gonna get my ass kicked. For the first time, he was a
little nervous, faced with a much bigger guy. Saying nothing,
Brad reached down, grabbed his ankles, and lifted him off the ground
with ease. Jason was horrified as Brad pulled his feet
towards his big mouth.
"No! No!" Jason yelped, dangling from the linebacker's big
hands.
"I could eat YOU, you know," Brad said. "I could easily
swallow your fucking ass whole right now and shit you
out tomorrow. I've eaten bigger guys than you. Lots of guys. Lots
bigger. Gotta keep my weight up for football, ya know,"
he snickered. Jason moaned, his muscular body writhing in air,
nothing to grab onto.
Brad went on. "I had a tight end last week," he
grinned. "Remember our teammate Kyle? 6-4, 235… All beef..
Now he was tasty. I smashed him hard on the field a few times to
show him who was in charge, and then after the scrimmage I
snuck after him and followed him to his car, both of us still in our
practice uniforms. I wanted to drag his butt back to the field
and do him there, pound him a few more times to wear him out, but
they were grooming the practice field so I just took him
from behind, tackled him down and had him in the parking lot, right
there behind my pickup. My own little tailgate party.
Washed his big ass down with a six-pack. I sure get hungry after
playing. I got him down in less than a minute – had to go fast,
so I didn't have time to strip off his shoulder pads – there weren't
very many cars left in the lot, but somebody could have come
along and I hate to be interrupted when I'm wolfin' down a big
beefsteak. Don't you?" Brad grinned down at Jason, then
flung him down roughly to the floor.
"I like wearing a man down first, you know?" Brad smiled,
showing two rows of large, straight white teeth. "Kick
his ass a little, smack him around, play with him. But not too
much, cos I like him to fight back hard too when he's going down
– otherwise might as well eat a fuckin salad. He can fight all he
wants to, he's gonna find out who's on the top of the food
chain." Brad kicked Jason back into a prone position and straddled
him, flexing his biceps to emphasize his superior position.
"Now, you, you're pretty impressed with yourself, arentcha,"
Brad said, sitting his big warm butt heavily on Jason's
chest. "You think you're something special, think you're top dog
just because you've put on a few pounds. I'll tell ya
something," he leaned down and looked right in Jason's face, "ya
ain't big enough to play with the big boys. But you started
this, so now I'm gonna finish it."
"Get…. off….. me…." Jason gasped and struggled to break
free, but Brad's massive body held him down until he
could barely move, he was so exhausted from the weight on top of
him. He's done this before, thought Jason wildly. He's done
this to a lot of guys before, a lot more than I have. He's wearing
me out, and then he's going to eat me. He is going to swallow
me alive. I'm so fucked. All he could think of was Kyle, the tight
end Brad had overpowered and eaten, cleats, shoulder pads
and all. That guy never had a chance, never knew he was being
stalked until it was almost over and he was trapped in the
linebacker's gut with only one way out. How the FUCK could a guy
that big end up being a meal for someone else? Jason
thought – but with Brad's heavy body sprawled over him, he knew
exactly how.
When Jason was so tired he could barely breathe, Brad lifted
his big body up and scooted back. Jason gulped some
air frantically, and before he knew what was happening, Brad was
sitting down at his feet, legs spread. In a quick movement,
the linebacker grabbed Jason's ankles, held his feet together with
one hand, and directed them towards his own ass.
"Get in my ass, you big piece of shit," Brad said to Jason.
With a forceful thrust and a groan, he sank Jason's feet
into his waiting asshole. Brad's beefy ass clenched around his prey
firmly, eagerly.
Jason was still trying to recover from being squashed. He
looked down and tried to clear the cobwebs from his
mind. Did that guy just put my feet up his ----- "AAAH!" Jason
screamed as Brad flexed his powerful sphincter and Jason was
rapidly dragged a full two feet along the floor towards him, sinking
into Brad's greedy ass up to the knee.
"What the FUCK?" Jason yelled, now fully coherent. The grip
around his legs was incredibly strong. His feet felt
like they were in very thick, very hot mud – Brad's shit, he
realized, horrified.
Brad flexed his asshole and glutes again, even more
forcefully. Jason was yanked in to his waist.
"Stop, please," Jason begged. "I submit. You win. Just
please, please stop."
Brad was no longer talking. There was nothing left to say.
His eyes were squeezed shut, his face contorted as he
prepared to put his full power into the task at hand: pulling a 210
pound guy into his ass. Brad had easily overpowered and
eaten a lot of men bigger than Jason, but this was the biggest guy
he'd ever tried to take up his ass. Usually it was easier (and
more fun) for him just to sit full weight on a guy's face, sink his
whole head in and pull him in that way. But either way, the
futile struggling of the guy going in really turned him on, and the
satisfying feeling of fullness in his ass could keep him cumming
for hours. Frat parties were great for that – find a frat boy
buzzing on cheap beer, take him off alone outside somewhere, work
him over a little, and stuff him in. Hours of fun.
Brad grunted loudly, squeezed powerfully and drew his prey
in even farther, deeper. Jason was now trapped in
Brad's ass at stomach level. "Stop! Stop!" Jason
screamed. "You're going to kill me! Stop!" He was crying now,
crying and screaming, his muscular arms and chest thrashing and
flailing around uselessly. He tried to sit up, tried to push back
against Brad, but his hands were sweating and slipped off Brad's
legs directly into Brad's ever-widening hole, where they were
trapped. "No! Let me go!" Jason's screams were louder and
louder. He knew then for sure he was done for….there was no escape.
Brad's big ass was hungry, the gaping puckered hole
clenching and unclenching as it devoured its meal. Brad always
felt when this happened that his ass had a mind of its own – at some
point it seemed to go wild with some newfound
supernatural power, pulling its victim in faster and faster to
satisfy its gluttonous need to be full. His thick muscular glutes
flexed and unflexed, milking Jason slowly, inescapably inwards until
his face was pressed between the football jock's powerful
thighs and covered by Brad's immense, sweaty balls. The feeling of
the well-muscled freshman squirming and struggling against
his prostrate gland caused Brad's large cock to harden, and he
started stroking his monster.
"No," Jason moaned, still struggling, but not quite as
violently. Brad was just too huge, too powerful. For the first
time, Jason realized what the guys he wrestled felt like, and what
the two guys he ate had felt like when he dominated them and
ultimately overpowered and consumed them. He was completely under
Brad's control. THIS, he sadly realized, was real
domination. And Brad was pulling him into his ass much, much faster
than he had been able to swallow Kenny or Keith. The
guy was a fucking pro.
Brad was sweating buckets, straining, grunting, huge chest
heaving as he used all his big muscles to suck Jason into
him. God, it felt good. He jacked his thick cock furiously. He
fucking loved taking this little shithead like this. Could've eaten
him too, definitely would've been easier to just fuckin shovel him
in, but this feels so good. Brad felt his ass slowly fill up as
everything already in there rearranged and made way for its newest
occupant. He hadn't had a shit that day, either, which
made it feel that much more full. It felt so good. Packing all
that muscle up there, get his big ass nice and full, absorb this
benchwarming dumb fuck and turn him into what would definitely be a
huge shitmass. Then a heavy dump tomorrow
morning, go lift with the guys and maybe chow down a couple of frat
boys if he got hungry.. and he *would* get hungry...
Yeah...life was good.
Jason was buried in Brad's hot, sweaty ass up to his neck
now. The pressure on his body was immense, and the heat
surrounding him was overwhelming. Only a little over a minute had
passed since his feet first entered Brad's butt. The
linebacker paused, grunting and gasping for breath. This was harder
than any exercise he did at the gym - the weights there
were heavier, but they didn't fight back. With some difficulty,
Brad hoisted himself to a squatting position. He looked down at
Jason's reddened, sweaty, tear-stained face protruding from his
butt. "By the way," Brad said huskily, "you're off the team."
Then he deliberately sat down with his full weight, all 265 pounds
of him slowly and forcefully sinking Jason's head fully into his
ass until his python-like sphincter closed firmly over his
unfortunate prey.
Brad groaned heavily and fell back. At that moment, his
cock exploded, ropes of cum flying everywhere. For the
next few minutes, all that could be heard was his heavy breathing
and an occasional deep grunt of satisfaction. His ass was
almost too full, his abdomen slightly bulging, and he could still
feel something stirring and moving in there. It made him feel
like he needed to take a dump – which he definitely did NOT want to
do, not yet, not until he had absorbed all the power and
mass he could from his meal. After a few minutes he blasted out a
long, loud fart. The movement inside stopped entirely.
Then Brad fell asleep, contented from the strenuous workout, the
huge meal, and yet another conquest.