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Published: Dec 31, 2009

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Keg Belly

Walking through all of the rooms in the large fraternity house I couldn't help but feel at little disappointed. The weekly Saturday afternoon kegger was well underway and I had not yet run across any great beer bellies. The parties here usually featured at least a few young, muscular men with impressive gut development. True, there were several decent bellies; stretching tight T-shirts or poking out from under cut-off football jerseys; but nothing really spectacular.
I turned the corner and ran into one of the fraternity "brothers" that I knew. Long dark hair, a goatee, and the requisite black T-shirt and boots completed his look as a stereotypical "metal head".  However, he did not have the standard skinny body common among the hard rockers.  His build had always been more of the athletic type but now a very round gut had replaced his flat stomach. And though not a huge belly, it was quite a change from only several months ago.
"Hey Turk, what's up?" I said and raised my arm.
"David, good to see you; what's happenin'?" Turk replied, completing the "high five".
"Just hanging out; sucking down a few brews." I answered.
"Me too, dude. I've been doing a lot of that lately."
"It sure looks like it," I said, poking his newly grown belly. Turk just grinned and said that he'd done a lot more partying over the summer. I noticed that he didn't seem to be upset with the weight gain and didn't mention plans to lose any of it.
We talked for a little while longer and then went out to the porch for refills on our beers. I filled his plastic cup from the keg and turned the end of the hose into mine. He nudged me on the shoulder and said "You talk about growing a big beer belly; check the dude who just came in!" I looked through the open sliding glass door into the living room to see who had entered.  A gorgeous young man was standing just inside the doorway with a very attractive girl at his side. He was wearing a baseball cap over his short blond hair and flashed a bright white toothy grin. Huge pecs, the size of footballs, and big round biceps stretched his cutoff red T-shirt. I couldn't help but focus on his huge beer belly that protruded from under his shirt and stuck straight out over his tight jeans. It was as big and round as a basketball and looked very solid.
"That's Bo," stated Turk, "his belly has really ballooned lately. You would not believe how much beer he can put away!"
"Judging by the size of that gut I'd believe he could hold a hell of a lot of beer!" I replied. I turned my attention back to my cup, which I had stopped filling. As I topped off my beer, I looked up to see big Bo standing in front of me.
"Turk, I figured you'd be near the beer. Fill'er up, man; I sure am thirsty!" Bo said and handed a huge plastic cup to Turk. A big grin spread across Turk's face as he took the cup.
"Bo, dude, what's happened to your belly? You look like you're nine months pregnant!" Turk stated and pointed to the round ball in front of him.
"Shit, there ain't no baby in here," Bo replied, patting his big belly, "Its all beer. This is my last year here and I'm going to party as much as I can. It I get a bit of a gut, then so be it."
Bo took the now full cup of beer from Turk and chugged the whole thing. "And I have a feelin' this is gonna be a great party," Bo said and began to fill up his cup a second time.
I spent the next several hours speaking with Turk, seeing some other friends and having a few brews myself. However, I made a point of keeping and eye on Bo as much as possible. Turk had introduced us, but I didn't get to talk to Bo much myself. He was a popular guy and spent time talking with a lot of different people.
I walked into the kitchen and found Bo standing with his back resting against the counter. His belly was bloated with beer and looked like it had grown since he arrived. His girlfriend was next to him and looked disapprovingly at his continued drinking.
"Your belly's gettin' too big... I think it's time to cut you off." She said, while putting her hand on his huge gut.
Bo looked down at his swollen belly and grinned, "Babe, I'm nowhere near done. I'm not full yet!"
"If your belly gets any more full you're not going to be able to fit through the door! I think we should go."
"I'm not leaving until I've had enough. You can go now if you want, but I'm staying." Bo replied and with that he took another big swig of beer and let out a solid deep belch.
"Well, I'm leaving. Hope you don't burst before you get home!" She said sarcastically as she poked the top of his beer gut, and then left the kitchen. Bo turned to me and said, "She's startin' to get on my nerves with all this bitchin' about my beer drinkin' and my belly."
I was about to say something supportive of him when someone called for all of us to come into the next room. Bo and I walked out of the kitchen and into the living room. Many of the people had already left the party to go out to the bars for the night, but a few guys were still there. A tall guy is holding some type of device in his hand that looked like a flare gun.
"We're almost out of beer. The keg over there is the last one left and its only about a third full," he said.
"Its no wonder," Turk said as he poked Bo's big, bloated belly, "Most of its in here!"
"We should go get some more beer," I said, hoping Bo would then squeeze some more into his growing belly.
"That will not be necessary," the tall guy said, "thanks to my invention here."
"What have you created this time, Russell? Is it like the pizza substitute you came up with last semester?" Bo said with a smile as several others laughed. Turk leaned over to me and began to explain.
"Russell is always inventing things. The pizza substitute was like most of his ideas that didn't work right. It was supposed to make a good but very cheap pizza."
I thought about Bo eating tons of pizza if it was so inexpensive. "Well, it sounds like a great idea, especially with the amount of pizza eaten here!"
"Yeah it was except for one tiny problem; whenever you tried to cook the pizza, it would explode!"
"Ok; well, I guess that would be a drawback," I commented.
Meanwhile, Russell had begun to explain that he had developed a substance, that when placed in beer, would cause the volume to increase significantly. He has placed this substance in a pellet that was at the end of the dart in his gun. The dart would automatically locate the largest quantity of beer in the immediate area, would puncture the container (such as a keg), and insert the pellet inside which would cause the beer to expand. Therefore, all he would have to do is to fire the gun and the dart would locate and strike the keg, sending the pellet inside. Soon, the beer would increase and we would have a full keg again.
I looked around the room and everyone looked skeptical. "OK, so what is going to blow up this time?" Bo joked, remembering the pizza incident.
"There will not be any explosions. I have tested this before and I know that it works."
It didn't seem like anyone believed Russell. I personally was hoping it would prove successful as it would mean more beer for Bo to drink.
"O.K. its going to work. Watch," Russell said as he aimed the gun in the direction of the keg. He pulled the trigger; the dart left the gun and headed toward the keg. Suddenly, the dart veered away and SMACK!  It  hit Bo right in the belly button! Bo stumbled back for a second then looked down at the dart sticking out from his round, swollen gut.
"HOLY SHIT, YOU SHOT ME!" Bo yelled.
"Sorry, man I didn't know there was more beer in your belly than in a WHOLE FUCKIN' KEG!" Russell yelled back.
The rest of us laughed over the idea that Bo had that much beer in his gut. Bo reached around his beer ball and pulled the dart out. I examined the area where the dart had punctured the bloated belly.
"It looks fine." I noted.  "It looks real fine," I thought as I looked closely at his deep belly button. Then I continued out loud, "I don't see a wound or blood or anything."
"The dart didn't do nothin'," Turk said, "Is somebody going to go get some more beer or what?"
"Fuck it, I'll go," Bo said. "At least at the store I won't have to worry about gettin' shot at!"
"You should go man; it's your huge belly that's holdin' most of the beer!" Turk replied.
Bo started to head for the door when I volunteered to go with him. I certainly was going to pass up a chance to continue to watch his beautiful round belly.
"Be back in a flash," Bo said as we got into his pickup and drove away.
Bo looked awesome behind the wheel of his full size truck. His belly was really sticking out, though he still had some breathing room in the extended cab. I had a difficult time keeping my eyes off of him as we drove along.
It didn't take us too long to get to our destination. Bo had selected "Bob's Beer Barn" to get our supply. It was an unusual liquor store which had been converted from an old car wash. The store featured a unique drive-through that had been part of the former business. Customers could drive their vehicle into the building, then a clerk would come out of the store area, walk right up to you and take your order.
Bo turned his truck into the parking lot and headed toward the drive-through. There was a fairly long line, but the rest of the parking lot was crowded as well. We decided it would still be quicker to use the drive-through, even though there were several cars in front of us.
As Bo and I sat in line, we began to talk about the football game scheduled for that night. I could not take my eyes off of Bo's belly as he spoke.  Not only was it round and swollen but it appeared to be slowly growing. It had to be my imagination, I thought; his belly couldn't actually be getting bigger, could it?
Bo put his hand on top of his stomach. "I feel kind of funny; like I'm getting more bloated somehow," he stated.
"Well, I'd swear your belly is swelling up" I replied. I was sure of it now! His belly was slowly expanding right in front of me!
"You're right, man. My gut's gettin' bigger! We need to get going."
"Its not going to take too long to get the beer; we might as well stay until we do. And check it out; there are several cars behind us; we can't back out now."
Bo looked back and realized I was right.
"Okay, we'll get the beer and get back as soon as possible. Hopefully, we'll get out of here quick." Bo noted, as he looked down at his belly.
It took us a few more minutes to move up the line to the point where we could order our beer. Bo's gut had continued to slowly grow and was bigger than when we first arrived.
The clerk came over and asked what we would have. "Two cases of Bud" Bo replied. A big grin came over the clerk's face when he looked down through the open window and saw Bo's belly.
"You sure that's going to be enough?" he asked.
"Yeah,  c'mon man were in a hurry!"
The clerk walked away still smiling. Bo turned to me and put his hand on top of his swelling belly. "I'm really feeling bloated now. My gut's starting to hurt a little!"
"It looks like your belly is growing faster now," I commented, "We'd better get out of here as soon as we can."
Bo turned to look out the window as the clerk was approaching with our beer. I glanced at Bo's expanding beer ball. The change was now more noticeable. His belly began right at the bottom of his cutoff T-shirt. It was extremely round and protruded far past his well developed pecs. My gaze was disrupted when the clerk placed the beer in the back of the truck and walked up to the window.
"Let's see some i.d.," the clerk stated. I handed mine to the clerk and he handed it right back.
"OK, what about you, big guy?" he looked at Bo.
"It's in my wallet and I'm having trouble getting to it." Bo was trying to maneuver  his heavy body around and pull his wallet out from his back pocket.
"Man, you know he's legal." I said to the clerk. "Check out his gut! A guy couldn't grow a fucker like that if he was under 21!"
"Sorry dude, I gotta i.d. everybody. Just step out of the truck, big boy, and get your license out." the clerk replied.
Bo opened the door and swung around to get out of the truck. He stood up and then swayed a little, somewhat thrown off by the new belly size. The clerk's eyes got big as he stared at Bo's huge round gut. Bo just stood for a second or two as the clerk looked at his license.
"DAMN! CHECK OUT THE GUT ON THAT DUDE!" I heard someone shout from the car behind us. " HEY MAN; LEAVE SOME BEER FOR US!"
The clerk laughed when he heard this and handed Bo back his license. "Take it easy there big guy," he said, and poked Bo's belly, "You look like you're about to bust!"
Bo got back in the truck and we began to drive away. "I'd better get home quick; I think my belly is growing faster now!"
The speed limits were significantly exceeded and a couple of kids riding bikes were very frightened, but we made it to the frat house quite quickly. As soon as the truck came to a stop in the driveway, I jumped out and ran around to help Bo into the house. When I reached the other side, the door was open but Bo was not out of the truck. I looked at him still inside the cab and then realized why.
"I'M FUCKIN' STUCK!" Bo yelled.
He sure was. His belly had grown out in all directions and looked as though a beach ball was wedged between his muscular body and the base of the steering wheel. He was still visibly expanding and if I didn't get him out soon, he wasn't going to make it. Fortunately, I had an idea.
"Try and lift your belly up and then get out," I suggested, "I think that'll work".
"OK, I'll lift up my body and you help lift my belly," Bo replied.
Well, I had been waiting a long time for a handsome, giant-bellied, muscular guy to say that to me, so I was happy to oblige. Bo put his hands at his side and pushed up from the seat. I reached under his round gut and lifted up.
"It's working!" I said, "Keep going." The beer seemed to be flowing into the portion of his belly above the steering wheel and out of the portion below. With a large grunt from Bo, his belly popped free and he stepped out of the truck.
I walked into the living room first, where Turk and Russell were watching a football game on TV and draining the last of the keg.
"Where's the beer?" Turk asked.
"Its in the truck; but we, uh, have a bigger problem right now. Check out Bo!"
Bo waddled into the room. Turk and Russell were both stunned by the size of Bo's belly. Not only was it much bigger than when we left; but it was now swelling fairly rapidly.
"OH MY GOD," Turk looked at Bo, "WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YOUR BELLY?"
"It worked! My invention worked," Russell said, "the beer is expanding in Bo's belly!"
"So,  how much more is it going to expand?! My gut can't take much more of this!" Bo put his hand on his giant round belly and slowly walked over to the edge of the room.
"Um, humm,  I don't know, but I wouldn't think too much more." Russell said and walked over next to Bo. Russell gently poked Bo's beer balloon. "Man, you've grown so much already!"
"He needs to sit down," Turk said. "Lets help him over to the sofa"
"No, I feel better standing up," Bo replied and leaned back against the wall.
Now all three of us were staring at Bo's enormous belly. It was larger than a woman who was at third trimester with twins. Bo's face was getting a little red and his breathing was somewhat exaggerated.
"He's gonna explode!" Turk said. "even a belly as big as Bo's can only hold so much!" We took a few steps back, fearing and explosion. Bo closed his eyes and grimaced as his belly was reaching gigantic proportions.
"I ...CANT...TAKE ...ANYMORE! ARRRGHHGHH!" Bo was yelling, his head tilted back, his eyes nearly closed and his face very red.
Just as it looked like his belly would burst, sending a tsunami of beer though the house, the growing ended. We looked at each other, than back at Bo.
"I think its stopped," Russell said "And just in time!"
Bo opened his eyes and looked down at the tan, enormous ball now attached to his body. He was leaning back, trying to support the incredible weight now in front. He put his hand on top of his belly, just below where his cutoff T-shirt ended. He let his hand trace the outward curve. It took several seconds just to traverse the expanse of his new shelf, then gradually down and around to somewhere underneath. His jeans had somehow held. I assumed the top two buttons had given way, but were still tightly held on by the third.
"Hey, remember when Russell started talking about this invention and Bo said what's going to blow up this time? Who would of thought it would be Bo's belly?!" Turk said with a big grin on his face.
I was standing closest to Bo and began to gently poke his incredible beer balloon.
"Its so tight!" I began to thump the front of his giant belly. "It feels like a ripe watermelon."
"Its much bigger than a watermelon! It's more like a jumbo beach ball filled with water." Turk began to poke Bo's swollen gut too. "I can't believe a belly can get this big without popping!"
"I guess he's stretched his belly out enough with all the beer chugging he's been doin'," Russell said.
"So, dude, how does it feel to have a belly the size of a keg?" Turk asked with a grin on his face.
Bo looked down at the enormous round gut in front of him. "I....feel....like ....I'm....going....to....pop!" Bo took a couple of steps to the center of the room.
"Hey, there's so much beer in his keg belly you can hear it sloshing!" Turk noticed. Bo had put his hands on both sides of the beer balloon to help steer it forward.
"I....need....to....rest....my ....gut." Bo stated, still looking very uncomfortable with his new found size. "Let....me....sit....down."
Bo waddled and sloshed over to the sofa and we helped lower the beer blimp down into a sitting position.
I sat down and stared at the amazing specimen next to me. Bo was leaning up against the back of the sofa and was resting his hand on the top of his belly. The shelf created by the shear size of his gut had plenty of room for Bo's hand and big forearm. The swollen jock was beginning to breathe a little easier but still was still getting used to his party ball sized belly.
"I...don't...think...I...will...move...for...a...long...time." Bo predicted as he ran his hand over the beer inflated stomach. "I'll...be...right...here...for...a...while."
Turk sat down on the other side of Bo's beer swollen sphere with a fresh beer in his hand. With a big grin, Turk slowly opened the beer and took a huge gulp, finishing with an exaggerated 'ahhhhhhhh.'
"Nothing like a delicious cold beer, eh Bo?" Turk asked.
The beer swollen stud patted the top of his newly enormous gut ball and moaned loudly.
The rest of us laughed.

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