Frat Rivalry
I stepped out of the parking lot shadows with my shirt off, the cool night air hitting my skin as I adjusted my jeans lower on my hips. My belly was huge — round, heavy, and still shifting with the occasional weak squirm. A smug grin spread across my face as I rested one hand on the taut curve of my gut.
Should’ve known better than to fuck with me, Ethan.
This wasn’t some random hookup or stupid dare. Ethan was from Delta Kappa — the rival frat that had been trying to sabotage our victory party all night. I caught him out here in the dark trying to key my car and slash tires as “revenge” for us beating them in the charity football game earlier.
Big mistake.
Instead of beating his ass or calling campus police, I decided on something more… permanent.
I’d shoved him against the side of my car, pinned his arms, and opened my mouth right there under the dim parking lot lights. The look on his face when my jaws unhinged and stretched over his head was priceless. He barely had time to scream before I gulped him down in heavy, greedy swallows — right between two parked cars like it was nothing.
Now here I am, walking casually through the lot like I’m just another shirtless college guy heading back to the frat house. Except my belly is massively swollen with a full-grown rival frat brother.
I gave my heavy gut a firm pat, feeling him twitch inside.
“Still alive in there?” I muttered under my breath, smirking. “You thought you were so clever trying to mess with our cars. Now you’re just extra protein for the guy who actually won tonight.”
My stomach let out a deep, wet gluuuurp as I kept walking between the rows of cars. I could feel Ethan pushing weakly against the walls, but he was already running out of energy. The acids were rising, and the gurgles were getting louder.
I stopped under a streetlight for a second, lifting my belly with both hands and admiring how round and full it looked. A clear elbow print pushed out for a moment before slowly sinking back in.
“Keep fighting if you want,” I said quietly, voice low and cocky. “It just makes you digest faster. By the time I get back to the house, you’ll already be softening up. You’ll just be another layer on my abs and whatever I end up flushing.”
I gave my gut one last possessive rub, feeling it slosh heavily as I continued walking toward my car.
This was way better than calling the cops. No paperwork. No drama. Just me turning a rival into belly fat after a long night of celebrating.
I smirked to myself as another loud gurgle rolled through my stomach.
Welcome to State, bitch. Hope you enjoyed your short visit.















