This was a glorious submission to me from @dumdumdrawstumtums that they gave me as a birthday present. I did not write this but I wish I could take credit. But it is too good not to share. Go shower them with praise. I am merely the host for this as it was a gift. Also I now love the word Bluenette. Expect to see it if it comes up.
The trouble with Kirisaki High seemed to come out of nowhere, much like their rise to prominence in the world of high school competitive swimming. The latter phenomenon wasn’t what bothered the swim team of Samezuka Academy - on the contrary, they welcomed healthy competition regardless of how far left-field it arrived from. But, as the boys soon discovered, the rivalry with them was anything but healthy…
Rin Matsuoka stood before his gathered team, staring down at the clipboard in hand containing the information for his announcement. “Alright guys,” he nearly muttered. He still wasn’t adjusted to his position as team captain, and he certainly didn’t carry the same commanding voice Seijuurou had. “Looks like our next match is against.. ‘Kirisaki High’?” The inflection in his voice matched the expressions on the faces of several of his teammates before him.
Kazuki Minami was the only one able to speak up when their captain returned their confused looks. “I think they were only established last year, like Iwatobi. Their starting year was pretty lackluster, so they were never even acknowledged by our school.” He ignored the way quite a few of his team members’ chests puffed up in pride by that remark and continued. “It wasn’t until this year that they seemed to get serious. They’ve somehow been curbstomping every team they’re pit against. It’s been a total mystery how they’ve been able to improve so drastically.”
That ominous information lingered with a heavy silence amongst the boys, until a certain enthusiastic, orange-haired newbie, Momo, broke it. “Then we’ll just put 'em in their place by kicking their butts!” Immediately the mood took a complete 180, another teammate jumping in with a “Yeah, underdogs or not, their winning streak will stop here!” Nitori quipped with an uncharacteristically loud “Yeah!”, and Sousuke, ever the taciturn, merely smirked in agreement. Rin, as their captain, beamed at his team’s unwavering spirit. Nodding in approval, he dismissed their meeting and began a practice that carried a boost in energy.
That energy carried to the end of training, when Rin decided to take them on a congratulatory outing for food. The full team was in tow as he took them into the heart of the town their academy was nestled in, hunting for a good place to eat for the evening. The entire time browsing was spent with Momo whining about his hunger, Nitori trying to shush him, Toru and Shouta causing mischief, Sousuke (thankfully only once) somehow getting lost from the group, and Rin becoming increasingly certain that 20 years was being shaved off from his lifespan over a team he was now even more convinced he had no business being captain for.
Right when the redhead was a hair’s-width away from barking at the lot of them that their little field trip was officially cancelled, the group was abruptly intercepted.
“So, you’re the guys of Samezuka? The ones we’re supposed to beat?”
Standing before them was another, smaller group, consisting of five guys. Two were quite tall, one nearly six feet with cropped, cream-colored hair, lean muscle, and all the signs of a punk, the other standing about as tall as Sousuke and carrying the same sort of imposing build, with hair a dark green, almost sickly-colored and gathered in a messy bun. Two were at least as tall as Momo, with one of average build and black hair brushed to the side, and the other with a wirey frame and sandy-blond hair parted and styled in a way that would have better suited a 90s American teen. The one standing at the front, and who had spoken to catch the Samezuka team’s attention, carried practically the same height and impressive musculature as Rin himself, but with unruly, slightly wavy hair of a chilling icy blue, which perfectly matched the quality of his smirk.
Rin instantly despised the lot of them. However, while his frown revealed his contemptuous feelings, he still tried to keep things formal, as much as he was able to muster, anyway. “Something like that. And I take it you’re the team from Kirisaki High?”
The way they all smiled - no, sneered - confirmed his assumption before the frontman, obviously their captain, responded. “Hey, you’re a sharp one~ My boys and I always like to get a good luck at our competition. You know, before we kick their asses.” The tall one with the cropped hair jumped in with a laugh that would’ve repulsed hyenas. “Yeah, makes the before-and-after of their ass-whoopin’s that much sweeter!” The two shorter ones joined in laughing, the blonde’s nearly shrill, the brunette simply chuckling. The tallest of them seemed more interested in having a stare-down with Sousuke than joining in the jeering.
The Samezuka captain was doing everything in his power to stop himself from flying into them. It was guys like these that pissed him off the most, and they had the audacity to try to intimidate his team like this?
The scowl on Rin’s face suddenly shifted into a grin, a reaction that made his counterpart’s eyes narrow. “Y'know, I couldn’t agree more on a victory like that.” His teammates gave their captain inquisitive glances behind him, before he continued. “So thanks for going out of your way to give us a good look at those mugs of yours. Cuz nothing will be sweeter than seeing those smug expressions wiped clean when we eat you alive.”
Rin finished off with not so much a smile as he was baring his sharp teeth. It was a display that unnerved the five guys on an almost instinctive level, and the balance between the two groups shifted. The Samezuka boys all stood proud after watching their captain tell these punks off. The Kirisaki gang all scowled, their captain especially. “Just you wait, we’ll see who gets wiped out,” he growled. The two captains glared daggers at one another, until the bluenette turned tail and stormed away, the rest of his team trailing after him.
The redhead crossed his arms and huffed, seeing off their retreating forms with a steely demeanor… which was immediately ruined when his team began whooping and cheering for him, snapping him out of his guardian mode when Momo wrapped an arm around his neck and Sousuke patted him on the back. The rest of the team swarmed him immediately after, Nitori standing to the side to giggle uncontrollably at the scene. Rin fluctuated between annoyed and barely restrained humor while trying to stay on his own two feet before he was able to calm everyone down.
“Alright, alright! C'mon, we were looking for a place to eat, right?”
Reminded of their original purpose before the nasty encounter, the rest of the guys simmered down and a restaurant was found soon after. Unfortunately, it was their captain himself who seemed to have a harder time of simmering. The team, seated at a long table, all had trouble eating while watching their captain tear into his meal with near animalistic ferocity. Sousuke, seated across from his lifelong best friend, was well-acquainted with what he would call Rin’s 'feeding frenzies.’ It always happened when he was ticked off, where he became one hell of an emotional eater. There was no helping it, besides clearing away empty plates and praying he didn’t choke.
“Mmf.. stupid bastards…” Rin grumbled between mouthfuls. “Who the hell *gulp* do they think they are?” He downed the rest of his glass beverage and stifled a burp just before digging his pointed teeth into a large row of ribs drizzled in sweet bbq (though the others were sure he wasn’t even tasting that), big enough that it took up most of his plate. “Shoulda beat all their asses for pulling that…” In no time flat all the succulent meat had been ripped clean from the bones, leaving them scattered on a plate that was carelessly shoved aside in favor of another filled with more food.
The Samezuka captain was eating like he swam - at an unwavering, breakneck speed that could set local records if anyone could snap out of their gawking long enough to keep track. The waitress never strayed too far away from their table, given that in under half a minute the redhead would be ordering whatever his eyes laid on next on the menu, and his glass that was constantly needing refilled. And given the ferocity he ate it all with, no one was willing to question his lack of decorum - though they did wonder where he was putting it all.
That answer was a privilege only for those sitting on either side of him. On his right was Nitori, whose gaze kept darting between the endless food that kept disappearing… and down to where it was all ending up. While others weren’t able to see it, the small teammate was witnessing his senpai’s white shirt beneath his open jacket steadily tightening with the swelling of his abs. It was almost unreal seeing the pace at which his belly was expanding. His already form-fitting shirt was leaving little to the imagination: the curve began just below his pecs, arching outward to a peak where his bellybutton must have been (already sticking out nearly five inches from his muscular body), then sloping back down and disappearing beneath the waistband of his pants, where the button valiantly held on against the strain.
Rin, of course, was paying no heed to the state of his clothing nor the eyes lingering on him or his growing middle. He simply kept clearing plate after plate, chugging glass after glass, and murmuring swear after curse towards the ones who put him in this mood. The whole affair carried on for nearly an hour, time that barely anyone at the table registered, and probably would have continued to ignore, if it hadn’t been for the climactic finish to their captain’s rampage.
Rin had just finished his sixteenth plate when he almost mechanically sat back in his seat to await the next serving. But at that point, the pants button that had to this point barely withstood the pressure applied to it, suddenly lost its battle with a loud 'SNAP!’, a startled hiccup from the culprit, and a pained yeowl from Shouta who got beaned square in the forehead by the projectile. No one drew attention to him though, because now with Rin sitting up, everyone had a good view of their captain’s gut that was now free to round out to its fullest. A testament to his gluttony tonight, it bowed outward practically half a foot in an oval shape, lined at the front with the ridges of his stretched - though still clearly defined - abs; a true musclegut. Its owner looked down at it curiously, just now registering the effects all his eating had on his stomach. He ran his hands along the edges of it, appraising its tightness, before he suddenly let loose a loud, ringing belch that rattled the silverware around him.
Finishing the grandiose proclamation, he sighed and slumped in his chair. “Phew, okay, I think I’m done…” Everyone was stunned, either by the insane capacity of their captain’s appetite, or the underwhelming reaction he had to it. Only Sousuke, who held a raised brow at the scene, looked comparably unperturbed. This was the inevitable conclusion to his frenzy… albeit still an impressive one. “Feel better?” he asked, to which he got a thumbs up from his friend who was otherwise busy contentedly rubbing his belly.
It took a few moments for everyone to collect themselves enough to begin fishing out money to pay for their meals. While Rin would have resolved to fork over the exorbitant amount to his own lengthy bill, it seemed his team had all come to a silent agreement to join together to cover at least most of the cost - payment for the show, as it was. With that, the Samezuka team departed from the bewildered restaurant, Rin finding support from Sousuke as he carried his food baby back to the dorms.
It had been a few days since that eventful night, and the weekend was underway. Rin had digested down his meal at a speed almost as alarming as it took to eat it all. If it hadn’t been for the slight lump to his abs showing during practice Friday the next day, his team could have easily mistaken the entire thing as a warped dream. Regardless, he was back to his trim self by Saturday (a fact only Sousuke was privy to), and everything settled into quiet, peaceful tranquility…
… Which was very, very strange.
It almost came as a relief that, when it was well into the afternoon, there came a fervid knocking at the two seniors’ door. They answered it to see Nitori standing there looking incredibly worried. Rin and Sousuke looked down at him expectantly.
“S-sorry, senpais, it’s just… have you heard from Momo at all..?” The two looked at each other. It was weird that they hadn’t seen or heard a peep from the spazztic boy all day. Nitori’s distress only worsened when they shook their heads in response. “He was just going off for another of his weird bug hunts, but he’s always back by the time I finish… my.. r-reading.” The two listeners opted to ignore that as the silver-haired boy hurriedly continued. “Something’s wrong, I just know it!”
Rin sighed in exasperation and brushed his hair back. “Alright, I’ll text some of the other guys and see if they know anything. I’m sure he just got sidetracked by something. You know how short his attention span is.” Hardly reassured, Nitori lingered while Rin began tapping away at his phone. But with every message he received back, his and even’s Sousuke’s concerns were increasing. Nobody had heard anything from him today. Nitori was on the verge of tears while Rin mulled things over.
“I guess there’s no helping it. We’ll have to go out and find him,” he decided. Sousuke and Nitori nodded in agreement, and the three headed out. With none of the other students witnessing Momo return from leaving the academy, their only option was to venture into town. The search was a long one, spanning well towards evening, given there were only three of them to fan out, and Sousuke had to stick with Rin so there wouldn’t be two people to search for. Rin kept texting back at the school asking if Momo had come back, but the answer was always negative. Dusk was fast approaching, and they were getting worried that the authorities would have to be involved. Just as that was looking to be the only option when their search through downtown was proving fruitless, something in an alleyway caught Sousuke’s eye: orange hair.
“Rin, over there,” he nodded in that direction before taking off, his friend following after him. What they saw stunned them both. It was Momo alright, but he was slumped over against the brick wall, looking ragged and lifeless like a discarded doll. There were stains on his clothes - especially his pant legs. Red stains. Rin knelt down, shaking the limp boy’s shoulder. “Momo?! Momo!” To both his and Sousuke’s immense relief, their teammate and friend stirred after a pained groan. His eyes fluttered open, gaze focusing below Rin’s face.
… At least he was conscious enough to process that. Sousuke smirked while Rin resisted the urge to smack him. “Oi. Up here, dumbass,” the senior growled. Recognizing the voice now, Momo’s eyes (or rather, eye, since one was swelled shut) darted up, fully revealing his bloodied and bruised face. “What the hell happened to you?” the older redhead asked, tone shifting from annoyed back to fretful. Momo squinted, as if recalling the memory itself hurt.
“I was out looking for beetles… when I spotted those jerks from the other day. That.. team from Kirisaki. They were all huddled together in this alley. I… thought I them holding a map. It turned out to be the layout to our school. I listened in on them. They were talking about the pool… I think.. I think they plan on doing something to it tonight.”
Rin and Sousuke looked at each other. “I’ll tell Nitori to get over here,” Sousuke muttered, and began dialing his number while Rin turned back to Momo. “Then what? They saw you..?” Momo nodded. “Yeah… Dragged me in here and uh.. I.. I think they broke my legs. Then busted my phone so I couldn’t call for help…” His voice broke off then as he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to fight back the tears spurred on by the memory, the pain, and his disappointment at what his injuries entailed. “I-I’m sorry, senpai..!”
“Don’t…” Rin’s teeth were gritted, eyes glossed with tears out of sorrow and a rising fury that burned like an inferno at his core. “Don’t apologize, Momo. You did what you could. And now I’m gonna do my part, and make them pay…” Nitori was rushing onto the scene then, and let out a strangled gasp upon seeing the terrible state his friend was in. While he blubbered over his dormmate, Sousuke, who’d heard most of the exchange, approached Rin when he stood back up.
“You’re gonna confront them?” Rin nodded, scowl still etched into his face, and Sousuke’s frown deepened in turn. “Then I’ll–”
“You need to help Nitori take Momo to the hospital.” Sousuke’s eyes widened. “But you need backup if…” Again Rin cut him off. “Kazuki and Takuya are visiting their families, and the rest can’t fight for shit. I’m not risking anyone else getting hurt.” Sousuke glowered at his friend. He wasn’t thinking clearly… At least, that was his belief, until Rin stared him dead in the eye. In those red orbs Sousuke saw an unmistakable spark. “I know our school better than they do. Don’t worry,” the captain spoke evenly, “I’ll handle this.”
The two continued their stare-off for another moment, the taller of the two still uncertain, but he finally relented. “I’m still coming back as soon as I’m able,” he stubbornly assured, before going over to carefully lift Momo up with Nitori’s aid. The pained gasp that elicited hurt them all. But the sun was setting, and night’s arrival would also usher in the Kirisaki team. Giving his three friends one last look, Rin turned heel and ran back towards the academy…
It had been well after an hour after that, with night falling and students dutifully staying in their dorm rooms. All except one, of course. Rin had returned to the academy, and was standing guard near the entrance to the pool room. He wore a hoodie, concealing his face from the view of security cameras that were placed here and there throughout building. He had no idea where those bastards planned to enter the school from. But they would show, that much he knew. Tonight was gonna be their only opportunity before the match next week, and they were probably smug enough to think they’d silenced their only witness. Rin’s fists clenched tight. All he could do, would do, was wait.
Suddenly, voices caught his ear. Faint, but slowly approaching. Narrowing his eyes and clenching his jaw, Rin was prepared to meet them head-on. That was, until he could make out the words of their captain. “Alright, you know the plan. Osamu, Hosei, go disable the cameras, and be quick about it. Botan, make sure no one catches them. Hideki, you’re with me.”
Rin’s mind reeled with this new information. They were splitting up, and he knew exactly where each was going. This changed things, and Rin was liking his odds more. Silently slinking away from what was originally intended as the spot for battle, Rin headed off towards the security room.
Taking the long way zig-zagging through the halls ensured him that he would arrive after the three sent to that room. Sure enough, when he peeked around to the corner to the hallway where the door to the security room was located, he spotted who was assigned guard duty. Rin could see just enough of his face beneath his own black hoodie to identify him as the tall one with the shaved head - Botan, his name must have been. The guy was leaning boredly against the wall beside the door, scuffing his shoe against the floor. The two others must have already been inside. This was Rin’s opportunity.
He stepped out from around the corner, catching Botan’s attention in the process. The guy jolted up in alarm and turned to face him. “Hey! Who the hell’re you?” To answer his question, Rin raised his head enough for the punk to get a good look as he approached. At first the other’s eyes flared wide, but then his lips peeled back into a wide grin. “Ohh, you. Guess the twerp managed to tattle on us after all. Knew I shoulda broken his jaw while we were at it.” He could see the scowl that triggered from the redhead, and his sadistic cackling only worsened it. With child-like glee he sought to egg the Samezuka captain on further. “Yeah that’s right, we beat the living shit out of him. I had a real fun time stomping on his kneecaps. I dunno what was sweeter, the crunching or the screaming!”
With an animalistic growl Rin charged toward him, faster than he could have predicted, and landed a punch across his jaw that sent him spinning back with a pained squeal. Regaining his balance, Botan hunched and held his throbbing jaw, before looking back at the one who’d landed the blow. The redhead was standing ready, too enraged to bother with paying him the kindness of words. Now scowling himself, Botan straightened back up and rushed at him, throwing his own punch. But it hit nothing but air, Rin seeing the attack coming by a mile and swerving out of its way and delivering another punch to his solar plexus. Breath knocked out of him, the punk stumbled back again, hood flung back off his head in the process.
“You’ve never been in a fair fight in your life, have you?” Rin growled. Arms wrapped around his middle and wheezing, Botan gave him a startled look from being called out. Obviously it was true. He’d always beaten up guys clearly weaker than him, or had his buddies to gang up on those who posed a threat. Rin curled his nose in disgust. “You’re a disgusting–”
“SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH!!” Rage fueling a recovery even Rin couldn’t predict, Botan wildly swung at him again, intending to knock a few of his freakish teeth out of his maw. This time, his fist did find purchase… inside his opponent’s mouth. A pause settled in the brawl, both fighters startled by what just happened. Not only was Botan’s fist inside the other swimmer’s mouth, it was lodged towards the back of it, with the very end of his wrist peaking out between both rows of shark-like teeth. The intrusion caused the throat to instinctively swallow, enveloping his fist and yanking his arm in further. Immediately Botan pulled, but it did nothing but budge his arm, and trigger another swallow from the shocked redhead.
“H-hey! What the hell?! Let go ya freak!” The punk put his other hand on his stuck arm and yanked again, only to get the same result of another gulp. Rin himself was stunned. He had another guy’s hand bulging out his throat, with the arm attached to it sinking further into his mouth. It registered to him that his jaw felt funny, as if it was pulled loose. There was an instant where he was worried it was broken, and he tried to work it. However, that made his sharp teeth press down around the other guy’s arm, making him yeowl in pain. At least he knew it still worked…
“I said let go ya fuckin’ dumbass!!” Botan snarled, and let go of his arm to try to grip at the lower teeth of this bizarre bear trap to try to pry it open. That, and the words spewed at him, only made Rin growl. The noise vibrated the other’s trapped arm, making him try harder out of what could only be explained as primal fear. Without putting much thought into it, Rin quickly stretched his jaw wider, causing Botan’s other hand to slip past the teeth he’d been trying to grip and slide through to join his other arm inside the widened mouth. The salty taste of the punk’s skin, along with the complete shift in aura between them, triggered something in Rin, and he glared at the frozen blonde.
Somehow, Botan sensed it, too. “L-let go, c-c'mon man, I’ll.. I’ll leave, okay? Never come back! J-just let go already!” Another, deeper swallow was his only response, and he was suddenly up to his elbows inside the seething redhead’s mouth. His useless struggles to pull his arms out only saw to them sinking in faster with a series of gulps, til most of his upper arms were now sliding in past the bared teeth this beast had flashed him and his team on their first encounter. Face ghostly pale, Botan stuttered. “g-g-guys, h-help..” Through the haze, Rin realized he was trying to call for aid. “H-HEL–” Too little too late was Botan’s cry. Rin lurched forward, at the same time stretching his maw as wide as he could will it to go. To his own surprise, he managed to envelop Botan past his head and to his shoulders, successfully muffling his shouts.
Rin’s jaw and mouth felt painfully stretched, for good reason. He now had the widest part of a whole human inside of it, something he didn’t even want to begin thinking of right now. Fortunately he wouldn’t have to, because his balance was nearly thrown off by Botan’s struggles. The man was now mindlessly thrashing about, legs kicking off the ground body wiggling. Rin immediately grabbed at his sides, securing him somewhat, and pushed his body towards him with another strong swallow. His prey’s head was squeezed down his throat, followed by his shoulders. Uncomfortable with that position, Rin wanted nothing more than to finish already. And so he pushed and swallowed again, drawing the guy in past his chest, his waist fast approaching. The Samezuka captain realized he’d just picked up on another eating rhythm, and allowed it to guide him through the rest of his impromptu meal. Pushing and gulping, Botan’s hips were pulled into Rin’s working mouth. His wildly flailing legs were grabbed, and Rin continued the process. Using his new method, he managed to shovel in the long appendages in quick order, til the twitching shoes (an unpleasant finisher, noted with annoyance), were being sent down his gullet in a series of rapid gulps.
Airway now clear, Rin was allowed a drawn out gasp as he stood back against one of the walls. The intake of breath was followed by the familiar sound of his pants button bursting off and hitting the opposite wall, but just like last time it went ignored. Panting, he stared only straight ahead while his mind tried to grapple with what just happened. Had he just..? But he couldn’t.. It wasn’t… A jolt from his middle snapped him out of his stupor. Slowly his head lowered, until his eyes settled upon the lump beneath his hoodie. Gulping, he reached for the zipper and pulled it down, until the last teeth were undone and the full view was unveiled. The sight should have been expected, but it still bewildered him. His belly was large - larger than it had been after his visit to the restaurant a couple nights ago. Though, amazingly, not by too much - at least not as much as he could have expected after eating a man whole. It stuck out a few inches shy of a foot from him, making it look as if he was one of those women in the late stages of pregnancy. Except his enlarged belly was still encased in his abs, evident by the lower rows showing under his now ill-fitting shirt.
Curiously he poked at it. If the hard presence beneath the tightness of his skin didn’t alarm him, the response it caused certainly did. Rin witnessed a faint protrusion beneath his bowed-out abs, and felt the vibrations better than he did hear what could only be muffled shouts coming from his stomach. Botan must have been trying to struggle in there. His gut gurgled, and for a moment Rin was afraid something was about to bust. But instead there came a rush up his throat, and, thinking quickly, Rin put a fist up to his mouth as he released a long, muffled belch. It seemed all that struggling did was displace the air he’d swallowed down with the blonde.
Now no longer worried about any harm coming to his own body from having someone trapped in there, Rin was free to marvel at his accomplishment. He’d just made a meal out of this punk, leaving himself comfortably full, as if he’d just finished one of what Sousuke called his 'feeding frenzies.’ Recalling that label gave Rin pause, and then he chuckled as he rubbed over his musclegut. “Now that you’re in there, you won’t be bothering anyone else. Don’t get lonely, though. You’ll be reunited with your team real soon.” A couple more bulges stretched out from his spherical belly, which Rin pushed back down with a chuckle. “Settle down in there. Do something worthwhile for once and be a good meal.”
Patting his belly, Rin stood back up from the wall he’d been relying against. Finding his equilibrium while carrying so much weight in his stomach took a couple seconds - not that it’d get any easier from here. Actually, could he do this again? He now knew it was possible, but that was only through a surprise mishap. Mentally shrugging, he chased away doubts he couldn’t afford right now.
Opening the door to the security room, Rin stepped through and closed the door. The room was dark and narrow (crowded by shelves and machines) at the entrance, only opening wider towards the back. “Botan? That you?” a voice chirped up uncertainly from the back. Though it was too dark to make anything out besides a silhouette, Rin could tell that it was the shorter blonde from the group with his hood down. Apparently they shared the same disadvantage in sight, because he must have been mistaken for the one now stewing in his stomach. “Osamu disabled the security cameras and deleted their feedback for tonight, so you can tell Kaito we’re good to go. What the hell happened out there?” More than he could have hoped for, any chance of evidence of what had happened was gone. Along with what would happen…
Rin began walking towards who must have been Hosei. The blonde was squinting to make him out, but didn’t register this person wasn’t who he thought until it was too late. He let out a startled squawk as an arm shot out towards him, grabbing him by the collar of his hoodie and dragging him in. “Leggo! Osamu!!” He was a lot squirmier than Rin had expected, and it was hard to get a good grip on him. Suddenly a sharp kick landed on the redhead’s knee, causing him to release his hold and buckle downward. Hosei tried to retreat to the back, only to be seized by the leg. Turning, he saw that the the person had managed to grab his ankle. “Fuck off!” he snapped, trying to shake him free without success. That failing, he grabbed hold of one of the bolted down shelves and tried to pull himself free. But Rin kept his grip this time, and grabbed onto the other leg before rising back up.
Though he shuddered at what this entailed, he brought both pairs of shoe-covered feet towards his mouth, lifting Hosei up from the ground in the process. Rin concentrated as he widened his mouth. At first it dropped only as wide as normal possibilities would allow, but focusing more, he forced his jaw to stretch further, and soon his maw was gaping wide. Looking back at the sight, Hosei’s own mouth dropped in shock as his feet were guided towards the redhead’s mouth. From his position, all he was able to do was grip the shelf tighter and yell for Osamu in a bigger panic. After successfully getting his jaw big enough, Rin knew he had to work quickly. Pointing the tips of the shoes towards him, Rin took a deep breath and lunged forward. The result went as well as he could have hoped: both feet slid down into his throat without much need to swallow - or taste.
When Osamu, the one with the black hair brushed to the side, finally came around the corner, he was witnessing his teammate held up horizontal in midair… up past his calves down the gullet of who he quickly identified as the Samezuka swim team captain. “The hell..?” he muttered in shock, allowing Rin time to swallow past Hosei’s knees. “Osamu! Get me the fuck out!!” Hosei’s shouts snapped the hacker out of his stupor, and immediately he grabbed out the blonde’s wrists, who in turn did the same.
A surreal tug-o-war took place, the black-haired Kirisaki boy on one end, Rin on the other, pulling on either end of the blonde. Unfortunately for the Kirisaki teammates, they were at a sore disadvantage when all the Samezuka captain had to do was keep ahold of his end while gulping more of it down, moaning as he felt his gut steadily swelling out. By the time Osamu realized this fact, Hosei was already in up to his armpits. Seeing this had a foregone conclusion, Osamu opted for self-preservation and let go of his teammate… Not that the gesture was reciprocated. Hosei still had a death grip on his wrists.
“Let go, you idiot!!” Osamu shrieked. Sadly, the blonde was too desperate to do any such thing. Without resistance on the other end, Rin was free to continue swallowing more and more of the guy, until his head was disappearing between those shark-like teeth and progress was rapidly being made up his arms. Osamu struggled to wrench his arms free of his doomed teammate, to no avail. Soon Rin’s mouth was working up past Hosei’s hands, and up the brunette’s own wrists. Despite his own disappearing arms now stretching the redhead’s mouth, there was a clear smirk of triumph visible upon those lips. “Wait, stop, you don’t want to– wait-!!” Whatever the hacker was about to plead, it was cut off when the back of his head was grabbed and shoved into the awaiting maw. From there, Rin was free to repeat the process he’d carried out with Botan. Through a series of shoving and gulping up the shorter form, Osamu’s flailing legs were slurped up in quick succession.
Rin took a deeper breath as the constricted feet disappeared down past his chest, thankful for his breath-control conditioning. The relief was short-lived, though when he felt the last of his double-linked deposited into his ballooning gut. The overly stuffed captain stumbled back against one of the shelves, groaning and clutching at his painfully stretched belly. Hiccups wracked his body from swallowing down one person immediately after another so quickly. “Oh man… *HIC* I really didn’t *HIC* plan on that happening all at *HIC* once…” He punctuated his complaint with an enormous belch that shook the metal shelves and machines around him. At least that seemed to put an end to his hiccups.
Looking down at the fruit of his labor, he was again amazed. Shirt now pulled up to his chest, he was treated to the full sight of his belly being more than twice the size it had been. Sticking out obscenely ahead of him, it looked as if he’d somehow swallowed a beachball. If only it’d felt that way, too. Over 400 pounds must have been resting in his stomach! Rin silently thanked all those years of weight training to be able to hold this much without falling over. Not that his stomach was thanking him right now. It gurgled and glorped angrily, and another deep belch found its way out of Rin’s tired mouth. He rubbed over its impressively round surface, trying to soothe it at least somewhat. However, its occupants were more interested in fighting for space rather than help with that.
“Oooff, c'mon guys, you’re a team, stop fighting…” His belly wobbled as various spots would swell out in faint lumps, thankfully restricted by his clenching abs that still kept their presence at the front of his rounded middle. Rin struggled to stand straight, using the shelf as support while he tried to find his equilibrium. Once he’d managed as well as he’d ever in this state, the engorged Matsuoka boy began waddling back towards the door. “Not much of a team without a captain, though.. I guess…” The sounds his stomach made following that half-hearted comment was a sentiment he more than agreed with.
Regardless, Rin exited the security room, belly leading the way ahead of him as he all but waddled down the hall, trying to stifle the occasional burp or hiccup. Only that bastard ringleader and his cohort Hideki were left, and there was only one possible place they could have been intending to go: the whole target to their break-in. And so, as he headed back towards the place he originally guarded over tonight, 'full circle’ became a term not just to describe his belly.
Rin summoned as much control over his ridiculously bloated state as he was able to silently creep through the double doors to the Samezuka pool. Thankfully his stomach stayed quiet during this endeavor, as if sensing too the importance of stealth now more than ever. Just ahead he saw him: the captain of the Kirisaki team, unmistakable by his icy blue hair. The captain stood with his back to the doors, facing down at the pool with arms crossed and snickering to himself. “That damn Matsuoka, I told him we’d see who got wiped out. He’ll know it when he and the rest of his dipshit team are too sick to perform after swimming in these waters tomorrow. Once Hideki gets back–”
His monologue was interrupted by a tap on the shoulder. Expecting it to be his trusty handyman Hideki, he was in for a rude surprise when he turned to see a fist flying right at him. Getting socked square in the face, the bluenette stumbled back, but regained his footing before he could fall back into the pool. Wiping his nose showed to him a smear of blood, making the captain scowl and glare at whoever delivered the suckerpunch. What he saw was the aforementioned Samezuka captain, though with a stark difference to their first encounter.
“Matsuoka?! The hell happened to you? Hit the buffet one too many times, fatass?” he taunted with a bitter sneer, gesturing to the huge belly the rival captain sported. Rin’s response was accompanied by a familiar smirk. “Something like that. And now I’ve come for the second course.” Again an unplaceable feeling of dread fell over the blue-haired young man, the same exact kind that plagued him at the conclusion to their first meeting. He didn’t like it one bit. “Yeah? Well I’m cooking something up for your precious team, but you? I’ll give you the same 'serving’ that reduced that firecrotch brat to a sobbing little bitch.” Now Rin was the one glowering, and the Kirisaki captain chuckled while assuming a fighting stance.
“So here comes your 'second course!’” he roared while charging. Rin tried to ready himself for the oncoming attack, but given his engorged state he knew he was at a serious disadvantage. He’d hoped to knock this guy out with that one punch, but he must have been tougher than he looked. And quicker. The Samezuka captain did his best to prepare for what looked to be a running punch, but at the last second the Kirisaki captain stopped and swerved left, delivering a two-hit combo to his face as retribution for the bloodied nose. Rin stopped himself from reeling back, instead returning a swing at his opponent, but it missed when the bluenette quickly ducked to dodge it.
“You picked the wrong guy to fuck with, Matsuoka!” Seeing his opening, the Kirisaki captain delivered a hard punch right into the mega roid gut in front of him. “Hurk-!!” The sickening sound followed after the punch as Rin stumbled back and doubled over, clutching at his belly while he suffered under the wave of nausea. A large lump travelled up his throat, and the blue-haired sadist stood back, smirking, waiting for his opponent to upchuck. Something did come up… just not anything anyone could have predicted. A hand poked out of the redhead’s mouth, one attached to its arm that was creating a bulge in the Matsuoka boy’s throat, and was now writhing around desperately. The Kirisaki captain blanched at the horrifying sight, the white shade on his face only worsening when he heard muffled protests from the jostling gut he’d just hit.
Driven by a need for vengeance, Rin seized the shell-shocked state his opponent was in, and put all his energy into an uppercut that connected with the other’s chin, sending him toppling back against one of the pool seats. Huffing through his nose, Rin straightened back up and approached the barely-conscious bluenette. The defeated captain fought through his disorientation to see his rival closing in on him, and, once he stopped, pushing the hand back into his mouth. With an audible gulp, the appendage was sent back down into the depths of his stomach. The Kirisaki captain stared at the belly in front of him in horror.
“Kaito, right?” Rin said. “Well get a good look, Kaito, because that’s your team in there. See?” Rin thrust his belly forward, squishing Kaito’s face against it and the wall behind him. Pressed so tight against the offending ball of flesh, he could clearly hear the voices of the other guys behind the tight skin, proving the shark-toothed freak was telling the truth. The pressure was relieved when Rin backed up, only to grab Kaito and lift him up by the collar of his hoodie. A wicked, toothy grin flashed so close in front of the whimpering bluenette.
“You said we’d see who got wiped out, right? But do you remember what I said?” The beaten punk was, of course, too terrified to respond.
“I said I’d eat. You. Alive.”
The last thing the Kirisaki captain saw was the two rows of sharp teeth parting wide, strings of drool glistening between them, pink tongue twitching with eagerness, as the cavernous maw slowly descended down upon him, covering everything in humid darkness.
Kaito didn’t start struggling until he was well past his shoulders, but it by then it was far too late. For his part, Rin completely ignored any feeling of nausea of fullness he’d had prior to shoving the leader of these bastards into his mouth. Regardless of how big his belly was, he couldn’t help but completely indulge in devouring the captain of such a repulsive team. Part of him wanted to take his sweet time swallowing him down, but more than anything he wanted the man trapped completely in his stomach, and that drove him to make quick work of the squirming form sinking down his throat. And so within a minute he had the last of Kaito sliding down his throat with a victorious gulp.
Making good on his word, he’d eaten up the captain, leaving his gut to swell out to even more obscene proportions. Crashing down into the reclining pool chair, which miraculously did not break from under the weight, he watched with no small satisfaction as his gut wobbled before him, resting well over his lap. Four young men were all crammed inside his enormous belly, and Rin was exhausted from sending them all into it. “I did it,” he drawled. “All you Kirisaki bastards, in my belly…” He patted the mound, and was just allowing his food coma to settle in, when…
“Kaito, I got the formula ready–” The tall, muscular Kirisaki member with the green hair had returned to the pool, holding a vial in hand. His sentence was cut short, of course, when he saw the Samezuka team captain reclined back in a chair, bearing an incredibly huge gut that was just barely moving on its own. He gave the captain a bewildered look, who in turn offered him a nervous smile.
“Uh.. hi..?” That was all Rin could offer, because immediately after that came a loud churning sound from within the depths of the ab-layered mound. He winced clutched at the sides of his belly, but his groan was cut short when an epic belch belted out of his widened mouth, echoing out throughout the room. And, as cruel fate would have it, that wasn’t the only thing that came out of his mouth. A slimy shoe came flying out of it, bouncing off his gut before landing with a wet plop on the tiled floor in front of his chair.
Hideki looked at the footwear, the encroaching look of horrified realization indicating that he was able to identify it as his captain’s shoe. Apparently just because he was brawny did not dictate he lacked brains, because he was connecting the dots quickly enough to shift his gaze back at the Samezuka captain with killer intent. Rin swore under his breath. He was trapped under his own cumbersome belly; a total sitting (and plump) duck. But just as he was preparing himself for whatever the looming goliath had planned for him, there came a tapping upon the green-haired young man’s shoulder from behind him. Turning, he was met with a suckerpunch that, unlike Rin’s, was more than enough to knock him out. Spinning once, and losing his grip on the vial of formula, Hideki crashed to the ground, unconscious. The vial was caught mid air by the one who’d decked him.
“Sousuke?!” Rin gasped in a mix of surprise and relief. Sousuke was even more surprised seeing Rin with a belly quadruple the size he’d ever seen at its biggest. He couldn’t take his eyes off it, especially when he detected faint lumps protruding around its surface. “Rin, what..?” Finally peeling his eyes off the thing to survey the scene, he spotted a shoe covered in what must have been saliva. And given that there seemed to be only one Kirisaki team member left…
Now Rin was giving him a nervous smile. “Well… I said I’d take care of them, didn’t I..?” Sousuke could barely wrap his mind around what should have been totally impossible, but somehow, he managed. Having a few dark fantasies here and there over the years probably aided him there. “I guess you did.” Setting the vial down on a round table next to the captain’s seat, Sousuke knelt down and hoisted up the limp body of Hideki. “But looks like you missed one.”
At first Rin raised a brow, but when he caught on to what his best friend was leading to, he paled. “Wait, Sousuke, no. I’m already too full as it is! You can’t honestly expect me to–” “I do,” Sousuke interrupted with a smile. “Come on, Rin. Since when did you ever leave anything on your plate?”
Rin gulped. He knew Sousuke had a point, especially considering they couldn’t exactly leave this guy as a witness to what had transpired tonight. But… He looked at his belly, already blocking half the view in front of him. He was already stuffed way past what he could ever imagine would be his capacity. Looking between the unconscious form that was practically Sousuke’s imposing size and his own gut again, he weighed his options.
Finally he sighed, relenting. “Okay, fine. Bring him here…”
Sousuke practically beamed as he dragged the body over. Hoisting it from under the arms up to his friend, Sousuke smiled down at him. “Open wide, Rin.” Rin shivered, dreading what was about to happen, but he obeyed. Stretching his jaws impossibly wide again, he allowed Sousuke to guide Hideki’s head into his mouth, and from there to begin shoving his body down his gullet. Sousuke, for his part, was amazed by the sight, but he knew he’d be even more appreciative once this was over. He lifted the rival team member up by the waist while Rin took over under the hanging arms. From there, it was only a matter of guiding the large body as Rin pulled and gulped it down.
Halfway through the poor captain paused and moaned miserably over his mouthful. “You’re not giving up, are you?” Sousuke teased, knowing exactly what button to press on his competitive friend. Sure enough, he received a glower from the redhead (which looked rather humorous with half a body sticking out of his mouth) before even more forceful gulps picked up the pace. Sousuke was almost surprised when he was letting go of the pair of feet that he watched get sent down the working muscles of Rin’s throat within his open mouth. The bulge traveled as a final lump past his neck, past his muscular chest, and deposited with a final 'glorck’ into his stomach.
And what a stomach it was. With the addition of easily the largest Kirisaki teammate, Rin’s belly swelled out to even larger proportions, leaving it a massive ball that reached past his knees from his lying position. Poor Rin was left groaning miserably, every intake of breath tightening his positively humongous gut even more. Waves of cramps and indigestion wracked his prone body, announced with angry grumbles that reverberated throughout the room. His abs, each row stretched wide, were only barely present on the glistening skin of his spherical middle. His legs splayed out, showing that his pants were dragged far lower towards his crotch than what could be considered decent. His shirt had no hope of covering anything more than the topmost part of the wide expanse, and that was if he bothered to pull down on the clothing. Not that the pitiable glutton was feeling up to doing anything more moaning and complaining.
“Ooohh.. too much…” he slurred, throat tired from all the work it was put through. “Way, way too much…” A small, sick burp escaped him. He was stuffed too taut to even burp properly, and the rare, short hiccup made him wince and groan in pain further. “I never wanna eat again…” His belly, strained absurdly as it was, let out a rumbling gurgle in agreement.
Sousuke, however, was the only one in absolute euphoria. He didn’t even bother to hide his enthusiasm as he (not even having to kneel!) placed his hands upon the crest of his best friend’s belly hill. He began rubbing it almost reverently, which earned a moan of a different nature from his incredibly stuffed captain. “I think this is your most impressive feeding frenzy yet, Rin,” he teased. The only response he got was a heavy hiccup which jostled the great dome. There were no more struggle bulges to be found, which must have meant that Rin’s stomach was packed so full that there was no space left to even squirm for the ill-fated Kirisaki team.
Though it pained him to do so, Sousuke ceased his rubbing, at least for the moment. He gave the apex of the globular gut a very light pat, although even that was enough to make the whole thing quiver with a sickly grumble and elicit another groan from its owner. “You’ll have to bask in your victory back at our dorm room. I don’t think staying here would be a very good idea.”
Rin didn’t want to think about moving, let alone getting up. But he knew that, once again, Sousuke was right. Rather than say anything, he weakly held his arms towards his friend. Sousuke rolled his eyes, but grabbed hold and, with a mighty heave, began pulling Rin up. It took tremendous effort on his part, and he briefly considered just rolling the captain back to the dorms. The entire ordeal was accompanied by distressed noises coming from the enormous belly that wobbled and clenched throughout their efforts. But, finally, Rin had been pulled to his feet. He leaned heavily against his taller friend to avoid being dragged down by his gut, which stuck out far ahead of him, itself held up by the continued resilience of the muscles in his body. It did, however, sway to and fro as the two headed off towards the dorms, thankful that it was late enough to be in the lights-out hours of the night.
The mattress of Rin’s bunk had to be placed on the floor for obvious reasons, which Rin himself was too quickly slipping into a massive food coma to offer any complaints over. Sousuke texted Nitori, asking him to sneak into the pool facility to pick up a shoe and vial and carefully dispose of both, and to not ask questions. Momo, meanwhile, was enjoying the heaven-sent blessing of Gou showing up to his hospital room to shower him with care and (thankfully only purchased) treats. With Rin mysteriously out of commission, he was free to indulge in her affection the entire time. Rin himself was kept within his dorm room for several days, no visits being permitted by Sousuke, who both was the only one to tend to him, and temporarily take up the position of captain while Rin himself digested down his incredible meal. Not that this was too much a concern for the Samezuka team that week.
The match against Kirisaki had, after all, been cancelled.
And this is pretty much how I feel about this after reading it. This is amazing and I love. My best friend is the best for going through this much effort. Thanks again @dumdumdrawstumtums
