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.

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