This was it, the day, the culmination of his last season as a college senior. The locker room was raucous as the boys prepared for the final hoorah. Everyone except forā
āYo, D-Rock, you good?ā the quarterback asked after seeing the state of his star offensive lineman.
D-Rock closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his bloated guts releasing another bubbling whine as it chugged with barely digested food.
āYea bro, just.. °.ā¢OURPā¢.° something I ate⦠giving me mad indigestion.ā Good lie, heāll never suspect a thing.
āFuck that smelled like shit,ā the quarterback scoured as he grabbed a pink bottle from his locker. āLook, D-Rock, youāre my boy, but you gotta stop tanking people, āspecially before big games. Take this and itāll get ya right. I just hope whoeverās in there aināt kicking still, it gets pretty painful.ā
The tan hunk gave a blank stare before he reluctantly grabbed the bottle, glancing at it before looking back up. āYou remember that Tri-Delt we had a threesome with? The one with the digestion kink, this is her boyfriend and little brotherā¦ā the jock groped the underside of his gut, sloshing it in the process.
āDamn, I forgot about Anna-Catherine⦠she tongue fucked my sweaty ass like there was no tomorrow,ā smiled the quarterback as he reached over and dapped up his swollen teammate.
āKickoff in 10, and you better not look like.. this,ā he motioned around the jocks gut before he playfully slapped it and walked off, making sure his sculpted ass was swaying in his uniform. āāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāā
The inside of D-Rock Hanesā bowels was a chemical slaughterhouse beyond human comprehension. In just 24 hours, that slutty Tri-Deltās boyfriend, or now ex-boyfriend, was completely and utterly obliterated. He himself was a jock, but his muscles and protein only served to bloat the star of the O-line with gas, mainly as swampy, putrid farts that were beginning to tingle his hairy hole.
Nothing solid remains of the ex-meathead, his sloshing remains drained out of D-Rockās gut and slipping through those cramped bowels. The same could not be said for STDās (slutty Tri-Deltās) little brother. She requested D-Rock send him to join her exās remains within his guts⦠about 4 hours ago.
D-Rock figured her twinky femboy brother would melt down like butter on a hot day. He was so small and fragile, heād get crunched in no timeā¦
The college twink wheezed as he spit up a little more blood, still basting in the other boyās remains, the slimy gunk and burning pulp that splashed his bloodshot eyes. His throat was too scorched to yell anymore, and he had lost all sensation in his extremities. Not that he wasnāt in pain, but heād already given up hope, until he felt a pellet land on his head. Then another, and another. Tens of little capsules rained down on him and began fizzing and frothing like crazy. The bubbles violently roared as the acids began to hiss, rising more and more as the twink could barely crane his neck upwards, not even getting to think his last thoughts before everything suddenly went black. āāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāā
*NNNGHHā HNNNG*
D-Rock struggled to push out the last bits of his massive pre-game feast. The few remaining logs left baking in his colon refused to budge. The massive jock felt sweat course down his face as his potbelly erupted with a string of wet, angry gurgles and bassy groans. He felt the deluge of bony loafs cascade through his intestines as his musky pucker began to wink and open. The pinkish flesh suddenly gaped as a massive gust of raunchy air blasted out the football playerās unwashed ass with a rancid *ā¢Ā°PHHHRRRRRTTTTRTT°*ā¢
The shockwave of disgusting bowel-scented air echoed off the porcelain toilet bowl as a waterfall of shit began to pour from the jocks ass. The last little bit of her brother recentering the world as semi-solid turds, little blond hairs and broken down bone embedded within as it clanked against the toilet bowl.
āFuckkk,ā D-Rock moaned in relief as his guts reverted back to normal. The jock flushed the toilet before walking over to the mirror, admiring the form of his massive figure in the glass. He was a unit, a fucking ogre of a man, with an even fatter ass to match. Just two giant mounds of fat and muscle, nicely dusted with some coarse blond hairs and scented with the smell of pure man musk after a workout.
He also admired that bloated gut, how much it had shrunk since he took those pills⦠speaking of which, he glanced over at his duffel bag with the pink pills. He still had some time before kickoff~
(found this pic on tumblr and loved it. idk who to credit though!)

























