Chug

By El Portero & TinCanMan

It was the very scene of the American college campus Saturday night. A frat bash, thrown by the boys of the Sigma Alpha Tau house on the fringes of the Georgetown University of Tennessee campus. Everyone who was anyone was in attendance. The jocks, the cheerleaders, the pretty boys, and the perfect-ten sorority girls were all awash in a sea of beer kegs and pizza boxes. The stereo blasted the college radio mainstays, bass thumping in time to the hastily hung strobe lights that draped from the slats of the back patio. As the partygoers danced, frothy beer sloshed from footballers' plastic cups and inside the tight stomachs of freshman coeds. Minds were hazy in the dry ice fog, the evening flowing over them, an event watched and maneuvered with no thought on the past, no consideration of the future, and little judgement of the present. Caught in these currents of unbridled debauchery, anything could happen.

Anything.

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In spite of the exciting scene happening on the makeshift dance floor, there was still quite a crowd gathered by the pool. A few girls in slinky bikinis sat around its brick edge, playfully flirting with some cute guys treading water in the deep end. There were a small handful of couples enjoying each other's company on the steps of the shallow end, with one couple full-on making out, oblivious to everything going on around them.

However, the largest gathering wasn't actually in the pool, but rather on the patch of grass next to it, which was adorned with some fancy lawn chairs and couches. Party lights were strung up overhead, and there was a littering of plastic red beer cups all around. The vast majority of the group that made up the crowd were Georgetown Tigers offensive players, participating in a drinking game that had become tradition over the years. Currently up to bat, so to speak, was George "Tubbs" Anderson, the heavy-set center. He approached the freshly tapped fifteen-gallon keg, ready to tackle this new opponent.

The guys had already decimated three other kegs in their drunken quest for masculine glory, and this fourth one didn't stand a chance. Tubbs positioned himself next to the keg, braced his knees, and heaved the metal barrel over his head. Once he had it balanced, he opened the tap valve and began guzzling cold beer through the plastic tube as fast as he could.

"Chug! Chug! Chug!" his drunken comrades cheered him on. According to the rules of their little game, Tubbs had to chug for a minute solid, or else he got punched for every second he was short. Ashton Williams, the team's quarterback, kept time on a stopwatch.

"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one! Way to go, Tubbs!"

Tubbs threw down the barrel with a metallic clang, drawing in a deep breath of air before letting out a sound of grunted satisfaction. His buddies hooted and hollered for their victorious friend, clearly proud of his accomplishment.

Ashton, himself having already performed this feat twice tonight, called out in a slurred voice, "Alright, who's next?"

"Hey y'all! Mind if I give it a go?"

The drunk quarterback turned around in surprise at the feminine voice that had called out. His eyes were greeted, and subsequently delighted, by the five-foot-nine slender hourglass frame of sophomore transfer student Courtney Brooks. Her dirty blonde hair came down in waves just past her shoulders, tucked back behind her ears. Her ample, but proportionate, bust was comfortably resting in the snug embrace of a pink spaghetti-strap tank top whose bottom hovered over the nook of her belly button, and whose top displayed an appealing amount of cleavage. Tight denim jeans hugged her hips, the waistband gently caressing the curve of her tight abdomen.

There was a moment of silence as the guys took in this sinful sight before they burst out in laughter.

Tubbs was the first to respond. "Honey, I think this level of beer chugging is outta your league. I mean, you'd never even be able to lift the keg!"

This incited more laughter. But she was not deterred. "Aw, I don't know about that. I bet I'm stronger than you think!"

Ashton stepped into the conversation. "Well, if you played, you'd have to play by the rules, and if you lose, we'd have to punch you. And we're not savages; we're not gonna punch a girl. Especially not one as beautiful as you."

"Well, then, that's just fine. If I lose, how's about you boys get to give me a spankin' instead?" She twisted her hips and gave her tight, round ass a playful smack as she winked at the guys.

This sent the testosterone-drenched crowd into an joyous uproar. "Let her chug!" one lineman called out. "I'm first in line for that spanking!" yelled another.

Ashton, as the official leader of this collection of meatheads, gave his final verdict. "Alright, then. You're in. But here's the rules: You've got to chug for a solid minute, and for every second you're short, that's a spanking. I'll even hold the keg for you if you can't lift it yourself." His smile turned into a smirk. "But it'll cost you ten spankings."

Ashton and Courtney had been flirting ever since she had arrived at the university several weeks ago, and Ashton, ever the diplomat, had cleverly chosen his words with the intent of getting in good with Courtney while still holding the respect of his fellow teammates.

The footballers' excitement and cheers continued. "Woohoo!" "I'm gonna get me a piece of that ass!" "Chug it, baby, yeah!"

Courtney opened her mouth and gasped in an obvious parody of outrage. Her lips closed in a wry smile before allowing her best parody of a thick Texan accent to pass through them. "Why, Mr. Williams, if I didn't know any better, I'd think you just want to have a grab at my ass!"

Following her cue, Ashton responded in kind. "Miss Brooks, you know me like the back of your hand."

They both laughed, feeling that this night was the perfect opportunity to move on from casual flirting.

Confident and unfazed by the macho atmosphere, Courtney stepped up to the keg, ready to prove herself to these boys. She picked up the hefty keg with an ease that surprised everyone else.

"Woah!" "Chick is strong!" "Damn!"

Courtney turned to Ashton as she held the keg above her head. "You ready there, Mister Que-Bee?"

Ashton smiled. "Go!" He started the stopwatch.

Courtney twisted the valve to begin releasing the beer into the thick plastic tube. She sucked down the cool brew with an ease that could only come with growing up a tomboy. Large gulps traveled visibly down her throat, carrying the frothy liquid down into her tight belly. The meatheads cheered on, their hormones in a rage at the sight of the young girl's stretched body.

Courtney's belly began to bulge slightly as her stomach filled with beer. The tank top rode up on her as her midsection continued to expand.

Thirty seconds gone.

Ashton was quite impressed with Courtney's performance thus far. He would have never figured that she'd be able to chug this much beer, let alone handle the keg herself. This girl was just full of surprises. He had to admit, too, that it was kind of a turn-on.

Courtney was concentrating heavily on getting as much free beer as possible inside her, coordinating the slight swirling of the the keg with the rhythm of her swallows. She did not notice, however, that the tube was coming loose from the keg. It finally came off at just as Ashton was finishing the final countdown, and was immediately sucked down Courtney's throat. She gasped at the sudden solid intake, and lost her grip on the keg, which slipped from her fingers. The keg, impossibly large, fell straight down toward her open mouth.

And somehow slipped inside.

No one there could quite describe how it happened, because it came so suddenly and as such a great shock. But the end fact was: Courtney swallowed the entire keg, whole. Gravity forced it into her, stretching her throat as it made its way down. It landed with a splash in her stomach, where it continued to pour out beer.

Courtney wobbled slightly as she tried to keep her balance. Her stomach was enormous and bulging, pushing away both her tank top and the waistband of her jeans. She looked down at her incredible girth and rubbed her belly, which sloshed heavily with beer.

Tubbs was the first to break the silence. "Uh, what just happened?"

Courtney's only response was a loud, wet belch that erupted from her gurgling belly.

Frank "Rooney" Runes, the kicker, was the one that started the hysteria. "That . . . that chick just stole our keg!"

Shouts came from the crowd. "Yeah!" "Where's our keg?" "Give it back!"

Ashton called for order, which slowly came.

"Hold on. Hold on. Don't you guys want to make sure she's okay first?"

Reluctant nods and affirmative grunts came from the crowd.

"Courtney, are you alright?"

"Oh, yeah, I'm just fine. Although, that was pretty weird!"

"See? She's just fine!" Tubbs called out. "Now make her give the keg back!" he continued, making it obvious that he had put down the rental deposit on the kegs.

"Yeah, yeah. Calm down, Tubbs!" he yelled at the concerned center. He turned back to Courtney. "He does have a point, though, Courtney: we are going to need that keg back. And chance you can, ah, you know, get it back up?"

Courtney, who had been experimenting with the keg inside her while the guys had gone into hysterics, looked up from her belly toward Ashton.

"I . . . I don't know. It's pretty well lodged in there."

Undeterred by this seemingly major setback, he volunteered to help. "Well, uh, let's see if maybe I can help you get it out." He got down on his knees and pushed up and in on the stretched mound of bare flesh, trying to force it to disgorge its contents.

After a couple tries, still no luck. He got up off his knees. "Yeah, you're right. It's pretty stuck in there. Maybe I can reach down and get it."

Wait, what the heck did I just say? Ashton thought, but before he could consider the matter further, Courtney accepted his proposal with a load and clear, "Sure!"

Courtney opened her mouth wide, and Ashton tentatively stuck in his right hand. He felt her thick saliva coat his arm as he slid it in. Her uvula brushed against his wrist as he turned his hand and gently forced it down her esophagus. Soon, his whole arm was inside her mouth. He could feel the keg, but it was just out of his reach.

"Hold on. I'm going to need two hands to do this." He turned himself and placed his other arm into her mouth, and slid it inside next to his other one. But the keg was still just out of his reach. He leaned in, putting his head into her mouth, stared down her throat. He almost had it. . . .

The visual of Ashton inserting his entire upper body orally into this sexy sophomore left the burly bunch of football players sitting in silent reverence.

Except for Rooney.

The lanky kicker jabbed his elbow in Tubbs' side and laughed. "Christ! This chick could deep throat a Buick!"

No response from his fixated teammate.

Unable to rouse a laugh from the guys with his joke, his attention turned back to staring at Courtney's perfect ass. Which gave him an idea. He decided that Courtney was one second short on her chug, which meant she still deserved a single spanking. And, being the prankster he was, he wanted to be the one to give it to her. . . .

As Rooney snuck up behind Courtney and wound up for his ass-smacking gratification, Ashton was just finally getting a good grip on the keg. He was about to pull it back up when Rooney's hand made solid contact with Courtney's bottom.

Courtney jumped in surprise, pulling her head back as her lower half bucked forward, away from the point of impact. This yanked Ashton right off his feet, and with his shoulders firmly planted inside Courtney's cheeks, he was hauled upward.

Assisted by gravity, momentum, and peristalsis, Ashton was pulled deeper into Courtney as she instinctively swallowed the quarterback. His feet dangled in the air for only a few short seconds before he plummeted down into the pool of beer swimming in Courtney's stomach.

He landed with a loud splash, sending waves of beer up against the sides of Courtney's gastric chamber, which came raining down on top of him.

The gathering of footballers took a step back and gasped. Except for Rooney, who was too busy laughing at his own mischief. Tubbs shot the kicker a dirty look and smacked him on the shoulder blade to bring him back in line. After a moment, he was also the first to dare step forward and speak.

Tubbs directed his inquiry to Courtney's bulging midsection, speaking loudly to make sure his teammate heard him. "So, uh, Ashton. . . . Can you, um, see the keg?"

After he took a moment to get his bearings, Ashton realized that he could probably just push out the keg and then climb out after it—problem solved.

He called out to Tubbs. "Yeah, man. I see it. I think I can just push it back out. Hold on a second."

Tubbs let out a sigh of relief. He'd be getting his rental deposit back.

Ashton maneuvered his way around the tight space, the stomach walls' contractions making movement difficult. Eventually he managed to shove the plastic tube into the keg and get his arms around the metal barrel. He forced it up and into the opening at the top of the stomach.

Courtney was having a hard time keeping her balance with Ashton and the keg moving around in her stomach. The football players were all crowded around her, smiling and snickering, waiting with excitement to see what happened next.

Ashton pushed up with all his might and forced the keg into Courtney's throat.

Courtney let out a loud belch as the keg rolled out of her mouth and clanged onto the grass. The guys all cheered.

"Hurray!" "We got our keg back!" "Good job, Williams!"

Ashton tried to get a firm grip and pull himself up and out of Courtney's stomach. He got his hands up onto her tongue and pushed up with his knees, but Courtney instinctively swallowed, sending him tumbling back down into her gut.

Courtney giggled as Ashton moved around inside her. It felt really cool! Even the players, now that they no longer needed to worry about their keg, were fascinated.

Courtney invited them closer. "Oh, my god! Hey, guys! Feel my stomach! It's the freakiest thing ever!"

No one stepped forward. Entranced though they were, they were also pretty weirded out.

Except for Rooney, who would do just about anything, especially if it meant getting to touch any part of this babe's body.

"Ha! Alright!" he exclaimed.

Rooney rubbed his hands over the taunt flesh, snickering and laughing over how weird it felt feeling Ashton moving inside.

"That's one way to get in her pants, Williams! How ya doing in there, bro?" he asked with his ear and hands against Courtney's belly.

"I'm inside the hottest sophomore on campus and covered in beer. I'm in heaven!" he jokingly replied, not thinking much of the severity of his situation.

"Well, quit messing around and come out!" Tubbs yelled as he picked up the regurgitated keg and found it empty. "We've still got more beer to chug!"

Ready to leave Courtney's stomach, he pushed himself up and made his way back up her esophagus. But when he was just about to get through her throat, Courtney swallowed him again, sending him back down to her beer-logged gastric chamber.

"I'm trying to get out, but Courtney keeps swallowing me!"

Rooney laughed. "Well, I guess that answers that question."

Everyone busted up with that comment, even Courtney, who was rather enjoying all this.

Inside, Ashton could hear his teammates laughing. "This is so not cool anymore, guys! I want out!" Once again he tried to climb up and out of Courtney, but she playfully swallowed him again with a giggle.

"Wow, Ashton, I'm surprised I'm able to hold you down with just a little ol' swallow! I mean, they say that you can't keep a good man down . . . but it looks like they were wrong!"

Again the football players laughed. They were enjoying this little show.

But Ashton did not share their amusement. Stewing mad and soaking wet, he tried again and again to get out, but each time Courtney sent him plummeting back into the sloshing pool of beer. He began kicking and pounding on the stomach walls, but this served only to amuse his compatriots on the outside.

Courtney looked down and talked to her squirming stomach. "Now, now, this is just too cool! I can't let you out yet, not when everyone is having such a grand ol' time!"

Ashton cooled down a bit and had a laugh at his predicament. He nervously yelled back, "I'm so going to get you back for this, Courtney!"

Courtney laughed. "Well, that's hardly an incentive for me to let you out, now is it?"

She was only joking, but the thought of it still made the hairs on Ashton's neck stand on end.

The fun ended abruptly when Tubbs arrived with another keg, ready to begin the chugging anew. Like flies to garbage, the footballers left Courtney to continue the festival of their manliness.

"Hey, Courtney," Tubbs called out. "We need you to return our quarterback!"

Courtney smiled back at him. "Just give me ten minutes, guys. I have to show this to my friends. They're right inside."

"I don't think that's a go—" Ashton tried to object, but was cut off.

"I'll be right back, I promise," Courtney yelled back, not bothering to wait for a response.

Courtney's belly swayed as she walked, jostling Ashton and the beer inside her. He felt his cramped world being tossed about as waves of beer crashed over him.

Courtney found her friends lounging about in the living room, no doubt talking about cute guys they wanted to hook up with tonight. Kaylee noticed Courtney first.

"Oh, my god! Courtney, what happened?!"

The other girls turned to see, and displayed similar looks of surprise.

"Is that your stomach?" Linda asked.

"You look pregnant!" exclaimed Melissa.

Courtney just smiled at them. "No, no. There's nothing wrong. And I'm certainly not pregnant!"

"Well, then what is going on?" Kaylee inquired again. "Because if you aren't pregnant, it sure looks like you ate a lot of pizza!"

"No, it's not pizza, either!" She paused momentarily, to keep them guessing before she revealed the truth. "You guys are never going to believe this, but . . . that's Ashton Williams in there," she said as she pointed to her enormous gut.

"What?" "No way!" "Really? The way-hunky quarterback?"

"Yep," she replied, matter-of-factly.

Ashton, having heard everything, yelled out, "Okay, Courtney, you got to show them! Now can you please let me out?"

"Oh, my god! I can totally hear him!" Melissa said with delight.

"Way to go, Courtney!" Linda complimented. "You nabbed yourself the cutest guy on the entire football team!"

"I know!" Courtney said with a big smile.

"Ooh, can we touch your belly?" Melissa asked.

"Yeah, can we?" Linda chimed in.

"Of course! It's really cool when he moves around." She looked down at her belly, which the three girls were now rubbing and exploring with their hands. "Hey, Ashton, move around a bit so the girls can feel it."

Ashton, who was growing increasingly annoyed with his situation, was reluctant to comply.

"Courtney, when are you going to let me out?"

"Soon, I promise! I just want the girls to see how cool this is."

Ashton figured he might as well go along with her wishes. He really didn't have a choice, and perhaps it would score him some brownie points with Courtney once she did let him out.

"Oh, okay. But only because you are the most beautiful girl on campus."

Kaylee rolled her eyes.

Courtney smiled brightly at the compliment. "Awww, you are so sweet, Ashton! I promise I'll let you out soon."

Ashton moved around as best he could in the tight stomach, causing the beer to slosh about and Courtney to wobble on her feet.

The girls oohed and aahed at how neat it was to feel Ashton moving around inside of Courtney. However, Courtney's feet were starting to get sore from carrying around all the extra weight, and it was getting harder to keep her balance.

"Hold on, girls. Let me lie down; this extra weight is murder on my feet."

Courtney found a nearby couch and plopped herself on it, stretching out her legs and lying down to take the load off her feet. Inside her, everything went topsy-turvy as quarterback and brew flew in all directions. Until everything settled, Ashton couldn't figure which way was up. But once the liquid came to a relative standstill, at least gravity gave him some bearings.

That was enough. It was time for him to finally get out of here. He tried once again to force his way up.

Except he couldn't find the opening through which he'd arrived.

In his inebriated state, he failed to take into account the fact Courtney was laying down and that the opening to her stomach was now to his right, beneath the surface of the sea of beer. Instead, he pushed up against the wall of Courtney's stomach in a futile attempt to escape.

Kaylee, Linda, and Melissa giggled with amusement at how Courtney's stomach bounced around as Ashton tried to escape. They ran their hands over her smooth, taunt belly and admired the situation.

"So. . . . It's nice to have a man in ya, eh, Courtney?" Linda commented as she poked Courtney's belly, hitting Ashton inside.

"Hey! Watch it out there!"

The girls chuckled.

"Yeah," Kaylee added. "I just hope you're a better lover than you are a fighter, Ashton!"

They all laughed. Except for Ashton.

"Come on, Courtney! Can't I come out yet?!"

"Soon, Ashton. I promise. Just let the girls have some fun. It really means a lot to me."

"Yeah! Don't be such a sourpuss!" Kaylee added.

Forcing back the urge to try punching his way out, he attempted to calm himself. He was scoring major, major brownie points with Courtney tonight, and they would all pay off. He kept his mind on that fact, and let it relax his thoughts.

"Okay. Just let me take you out to dinner tomorrow night."

"It's a deal!" Courtney answered.

"Wow, that's a first," commented Linda. "I don't think anyone has ever had their dinner ask them out for dinner!"

The girls chuckled again. Even though he didn't laugh, Ashton had to admit it was funny, in an odd way, but he still felt the need to retort. "I'm not her dinner!"

Kaylee picked up on Ashton's nervousness, and moving her head closer to Courtney's belly, she started teasing him. "Oh, but I think you are! You are in her belly, aren't you?"

"Yeah, but—"

"Did you know that snakes can spend weeks digesting their meal? You're in for a slow and pai—"

Melissa, finally having some pity on Ashton, gently shoved Kaylee to get her attention and silently mouthed, "Shut up!" Kaylee responded by sticking out her tongue and forming an L on her forehead with her thumb and index finger.

"Don't listen to her, Ashton! Who will take me to dinner if I don't let you out?" Courtney said to her belly, calming the nervous quarterback.

Ashton liked Courtney and her quirky personality. She was going to be a fun gal to date. That thought made him smile and really relax, which allowed the adrenaline to drain from his system. It wasn't long before he realized he was getting tired from all the alcohol.

He yawned and repositioned himself to be more comfortable, reclining in the pool of beer. The gentle motion of the girls rubbing Courtney's belly actually didn't feel bad at all, now that they weren't poking it. The stomach walls contracted a bit, only adding to the peaceful sensation.

Without ever realizing it, he drifted off to sleep, his last conscious thoughts about the beautiful body in which he had found himself.

"How did he end up in there, anyway?" Melissa asked.

"Well, it was an accident, really. I was chugging beer with the football team, and I swallowed this keg, and Ashton was trying to help, but Frank Runes—"

"Rooney? He's here?" Kaylee interrupted. "Who in their right mind eats boring ol' Ashton Williams when there's sexy, tasty Frank 'Rooney' Runes to be had?!"

Now Melissa was rolling her eyes at Kaylee.

Kaylee scoffed at Melissa reaction. "Whatever. I'm off to get me a real man." She left the girls and hurried out the door while licking her lips.

Melissa giggled at Kaylee's determination and turned her attention back to Courtney.

"What where you saying about Rooney?"

Courtney didn't reply.

At some point the feeling of Ashton squirming inside her, combined with the girls' gentle rubbing, multiplied by all the alcohol she had consumed, had conspired to put her to sleep. Her eyelids had grown heavy, and she had slipped into unconsciousness, a pleasant smile on her lips.

"Come on, Mel," Linda suggested. "Let's let her sleep."

"Yeah," Melissa concurred. "Let's let the little lovebirds have some alone time."

They giggled as they left their friend sleeping on the couch to go scout out some cute guys of their own.

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Courtney woke up the next morning, still on the couch. She slowly opened her eyes, stretched her arms, and arched her back as her mouth formed the large oval of a yawn. Her head was fuzzy with a hangover, and details about the night before were slow to come to her.

She rubbed her slightly swollen stomach, which groaned back at her.

Ugh, I had way too much last night. And I really need to go to the bathroom.

That's when foggy memories of the night before started to come back to her.

Ashton. The beer chug. Him inside her stomach. The couch.

She looked down at her belly. It might have been slightly swollen, but surely she didn't. . . .

I . . . I couldn't have possibly digested him. Could I?

She had recollections of swallowing him, but none of having letting him back out.

Still, the whole idea was preposterous. Surely she had dreamt the whole thing up, the mental product of stale pizza and too much beer.

If it was a dream, it was certainly a bizarre one. Her mind tried to sort out her feelings on the subject. On the one hand, the idea of consuming and digesting a man was kind of interesting, in a 'look how powerful I am' sort of way. But really, she could never do something like that. Especially not to a cute guy like Ashton. After all, a guy being so cute you could 'eat him right up' was just an expression!

Courtney slowly got up from the couch and went to find a bathroom. There was celebratory debris everywhere. This had certainly been one hell of a party. She looked down the hall and saw an open door on the right. She was pretty sure she remembered that being the bathroom.

When she reached the door and looked inside, she saw that it was indeed the bathroom. Before she stepped inside, she heard another door open down the hall.

One of the football players she recognized from the night before stepped out in his boxer shorts.

Frank Runes. The one she remembered smacking her ass. She noticed his neck and upper body covered in bite marks and Kaylee's dark lipstick smeared across his cheek. She smiled at her friend's successful conquest.

"Hey, Rooney!"

The sleepy-eyed kicker turned around to the voice he heard calling him.

"Have you by any chance seen Ashton?"

---

Sometimes, after a long night of partying, you wake up and don't remember what happened. You don't remember who you fell asleep with, don't remember what you did with them. You try and force your brain to think through the murky recollections that you do have, and attempt to sort the fact from the fiction. It can be kind of scary, not knowing what you did the night before.

Pretty much anything could have happened.