suitedmusclevore: Mike let a belch out in your face, he’d clearly had quite a bit to drink at
suitedmusclevore: Mike let a belch out in your face, he’d clearly had quite a bit to drink at the Frosh party. Mike was a senior in the dorm and had taken to helping you out during frosh. “So freshie, I’ve decided how you’re going to pay me back for all the help I’ve given you over the past couple days.” You could smell the cheap booze on Mike’s breath. “You’re going to spend the rest of frosh week as part of me.” “What?” you offered incredulously. “Yeah, Look you climb on in, I promise it’s safe. And then in a few hours you’ll be added into my muscles. Then I can take you to all the sweet senior parties, and I can show you all the best ways to get some action around here. Now the only question is; do you want to go in the front,” Mike let out another belch, “Or the back, man?” Mike turned around revealing his bare ass in the jock he was wearing. You couldn’t believe you were actually considering this, but as nasty as Mike’s alcohol breath was, It had to be more pleasant than the alternative. “I guess I’d rather go in the front.” you say sheepishly. “Sweet,” he slurred as his strong hand clamped down on your shoulder. “Down the hatch!” he said before chugging the rest of his drink; his Adam’s apple bobbing with each audible gulp. “Ahhhhh, now its your turn.” Mike opened his alcohol stenched mouth and firmly guided your head towards his tongue. You instinctively braced your hands against Mike’s chest, feeling the rippling pectorals stretch under your hands as you face meets the moist cavern of his mouth. His tongue lazily prods and glides over your face as Mike continues to push your head into his maw. You feel him use his free hand to loosen the tie from around his throat as the crown of your head begins to press into the back of his throat. Your neck is bent at a weird angle as Mike has you pressed against his body with your head in his mouth. You can feel the warm pressure of his member growing against your form. His warm alcoholic breath rushes into your face and around your head as he drunkenly attempts to speak with you in his mouth. Suddenly, your body is hefted upside down and your head pops into the tight embrace of Mike’s esophagus. The pulsing contractions and gravity pulling you deeper towards the reeking acrid stench bellowing up from below. Having you face pushed deep into the mixture of bile and alcohol is even less pleasant than you had imagined as Mike steadily works on pushing more of you into his gut. Soon he has you packed and curled tightly behind his now hyper-extended abdominals. “Fuck, I need to go lay down.” his slurred words reach you, punctuated by a few firm pats of his belly. You endure sloshing around in Mike’s stomach,the stale air around you dancing with the alco-bile mixture as Mike waddles his way back to his single dorm room. Mike finally flops down on his bed and lets out a window shaking belch, all the air in your prison suddenly rushing up and out of his throat. The walls of his stomach immediately shrink-wrap to your figure, coating you entirely in the awful liquid. The last thing you remember before passing out is the mockingly soothing sensation of Mike rubbing his swollen stomach. Mike passes out not soon after you, falling into a deep drunken sleep. His body gets to work miraculously quickly breaking you down. Within half an hour, his stomach is back to the bloated state it was in before you were swallowed; by the end of the hour his stomach is slowly becoming more and more chiseled as 6 individual ridges begin to press against the surface. Mike’s chest and arms slowly stretch and swell beneath his skin, pulling it ever more taut over the rippling muscle fibers. His body and cock actually stretch and lengthen by 3 inches each. The already firm globes of his ass dome larger and perkier, even under the extra 60 pounds of muscle on his new form. Mike awakes the next morning, tie still loosely tied around his neck, a thick layer of stubble handsomely dusting his chin. Mike sits up and stretches, feeling the warm mid-morning light across his body. For how much Mike had been drinking last night, one might have expected him to have a wicked hangover this morning, but the extra 60 pounds of muscle on his form had changed that. Mike finally opened his eyes and saw himself in the floor-length mirror hanging on his closet door. At first he was shocked, but then a smile crept across his face. “Man, All that work in the gym has finally started to pay off.” he says to himself flexing one meaty bicep in the mirror for his own enjoyment. Clearly, while the change in mass had been enough to prevent a nasty hangover, the change hadn’t happened soon enough for Mike’s brain to create long-term memories of the night before. None of Mike’s clothes fit him now, save for his only business suit he’d gotten for a funeral when he’d been much fatter a few years back. He’d kept it as it was the most expensive outfit he’d purchased. It now fit his figure in a completely different fashion, the sleeves clung just enough to his arms that he was able to bend them without busting open the seams. The shirt no longer hung baggily around his torso, but gently hugged his chest. The Suit had been slightly over sized to camouflage his rolls earlier, now it looked like a finely tailored suit. Mike had never been much of a formal wear guy, but seeing all the looks and stares he got wearing the suit, he thought maybe he’d start wearing them more often. If only he could find his little freshie friend to show him how hard work in the gym not only improves your academics, it gets you laid! oh well. -- source link