Milk chugging competition

by Tony the cowbear

Another iconic frat party ends with an epic milk chugging competition, and Brad and Garrett are more than equal to the challenge.

As the bass thumped through the walls of the frat house, the air was thick with the scent of cheap beer and sweat. It was one of those nights when the Alpha Tauri frat threw another of their iconic parties, the cacophony of laughter and shouted conversations added to the frenzy ambient. People were dancing in the living room, forming a sea of people to which Brad, one of the popular guys at the frat, smirked proudly. The party had reached its peak when a familiar hand waved at Brad and pointed towards the mini bar of the house.

“Yo, Brad, come check this out!” yelled Fred, a tall, lanky frat bro with a mop of dark hair, over the chaos of the party. He was standing in front of the mini bar, a plastic cup brimming with beer foam in his hands. His eyes were alight with excitement, but Brad could clearly see a hint of mischief playing on his lips. “You’ve gotta meet this guy!” He nodded towards the mini bar where two figures were drinking from gallons of milk at a fast pace.

Brad went through the crowd that had formed around the minibar and recognized one of the figures, the one wearing a tank top. It was Ed, another frat bro from Alpha Tauri, his tall and broad figure made a notorious contrast with the man standing next to him. He’s the biggest frat bro of Alpha Tauri, sporting a decently sized beer belly and big bulky muscles that shined with sweat under the lights of the mini bar. He was chugging from his gallon of milk, his name written on it, with a focused yet tired look.

Next to him was a man that Brad didn’t recognize but whose presence seemed to draw the attention of the others. It was a bearded man wearing a dark compression shirt, which made his muscles more noticeable. He wasn’t as big or tall as Ed but was notoriously more defined and had a hat that covered his eyes, giving him an enigmatic and illegible aura. Both men had a couple of gallons next to them on the bar, with some empty ones lying on the floor.

“This dude’s a beast, man! He’s from some crazy military unit, and he’s absolutely beating Ed in the milk chugging contest,” shouted Fred over the loud music once Brad was at the front of the crowd next to him.

“Oh, really?” Brad shouted back, his voice carrying over the noise. “Ed? He’s not gonna give up so easily!”

The crowd grew denser as the time went by, more gallons were emptied and thrown to the floor. Brad could see the determination in Ed’s eyes as he flexed his bulky arms. The crowd roared as the contestants took their places. Ed’s frat tank top was already peeled off, exposing the lower part of his bloated belly and navel. Despite his casual air of confidence, Brad could see the hint of doubt in his eyes. The other man looked impassive, stoically drinking from his gallon at a fast and constant pace, his bloated belly straining the fabric of his compression shirt, threatening to burst at the seams. Brad watched with amazement as both Ed and the mysterious man downed gallon after gallon.

Ed’s face grew redder and redder, his eyes watering, but he pushed through, driven by the cheers of his brothers, but the signs of his exertion were noticeable. Finally, Ed’s eyes rolled back in his head, and he stumbled backwards, defeated, his gallon still half full was spilled over the bar. The room erupted into cheers, and Brad couldn’t help but chuckle as his friend was hoisted up and paraded around the room, his sloshing belly leading the way, with a defeated look in his face. However, his gaze kept drifting back to the mysterious man who was still drinking from his gallon until it fell empty to the floor. Despite his massively over-bloated belly, which looked as if he had a small beach ball under his shirt, his expression remained indecipherable. It was like the guy hadn’t drunk that many gallons at all.

Brad slapped the man on the back, making the stranger draw his attention towards him, lifting his hat a little bit to have a better look at Brad.

“Hell of a show, man! What’s your secret?” he said with a voice filled with a mix of admiration and disbelief. “You got some kind of super-soldier digestive system or something?”

“No secret,” the man replied, his voice a deep, steady rumble. He looked at Brad with his dark eyes, his gaze unwavering. “Just good, old-fashioned training and discipline,” he said, his tone contrasting against the chaos around him.

“You in the service, man?” Brad asked, his grin fading to a look of respect.

“Not anymore. Got out from my service a few months back; I’m in the reserve now. Came to the city to get my life started and ended up at this party.” He shrugged, his belly wobbling slightly “Guess I’m still trying to find my place in the world, you know?

“You’ve got a talent here!” Brad joked, jabbing a thumb at the man’s distended gut. “Could be a new career in competitive eating.”

The man chuckled softly, patting his belly. “I don’t think I could make a living out of that, but thanks.” The man took a red plastic cup from the wrecked bar and took a sip out of it. “The name’s Garrett.”

“Brad,” Brad said, slapping his hands down on Garrett’s shoulder with a thump.

“So, what’s next, Brad? The party’s just getting started, and I’m feeling pretty unbeatable right now.” Garrett’s words were a challenge, a declaration for him to fully embrace this night’s chaos.

“Well, the guys in the house love a good show, and nobody’s ever seen someone down milk that. Why don’t you stick around and become our resident milk champion and beat all the frat bros in a milk chugging competition like the one you just had? If you win, we’ll give you a place to crash, food, and all the beer you can handle!”

Garrett chuckled, his demeanor more welcoming and less tense. Brad could feel a spark of camaraderie igniting between the two of them.

“What do you say? Join the brotherhood, and we’ll help you get on your feet!” Brad offered Garrett a hand.

“All right, Brad. You’ve got yourself a deal!” Garret said, taking Brad’s hand in a firm grip, his deep voice full of determination. “But only if you promise not to go easy on me. I need to beat those party animals!” His belly was rumbling with excitement.

“You’re on, Garrett!” Brad exclaimed, the excitement bubbling in his voice. He threw his arm around Garrett’s shoulders and steered them back to the chaos of the party.

As they reached the center of the living room, Garrett’s belly sloshing with each step and leading the way, Brad’s eyes scanned the audience that was forming around them.

“Listen up, everyone!” Brad bellowed once the music became quieter and got the attention of the partygoers. “We’re gonna have ourselves a little contest, and I’ve got a feeling our newest brother here is gonna show us all up!”

The room quieted, the music a mere hum in the back. Brad’s confidence was palpable as he gestured towards the gallons of milk in the bar’s fridge.

“Garrett here,” Brad announced, “is gonna show us how real soldiers do it in the milk department!” He winked at his new friend with a mischievous grin. “And, if he wins, he’s got a place here as our official milk champion!”

The crowd roared with approval, a wave of excitement crashing over the room as Brad laid down the challenge. As the music regained its loud volume, challenges were shouted from every corner of the house, and the air was thick with the anticipation of a showdown. Brad surveyed the eager faces around them, a defiant look in his eyes. Garrett took his position behind the bar, his compression shirt tight against his sloshing belly, his hat back to a position where his eyes were wrapped in shadows.

“All right, you heard it!” Brad shouted, his voice cutting through the noise like a knife. “Line up at the minibar and get ready, because when I shout ‘chug’, Garrett’s gonna show you all what he’s really made of!” The crowd cheered, and the contestants lined up, each with a look of determination that was only matched by Garrett’s stoic presence.

The contestants took their positions, a mix of bravado and nerves playing across their faces. Brad joined Garret behind the bar and patted his back firmly.

“Garrett, my man, it’s showtime. When I say ‘chug’, you do it like you’re back at boot camp, got it?” Brad said in a low but serious voice. Garrett nodded approvingly.

The first frat bro, a muscular guy named Ted, stepped up to the bar, his arms flexing as he hoisted two gallons of milk. Brad’s eyes twisted as he looked back at Garrett, his grin widening.

“Ready?” Brad asked, handing Garrett two gallons. “Chug, Garret, chug!”

That was all it took for the fun to begin. Garrett took a deep breath, his eyes locking onto Brad’s and, for a moment, it was as if he was transported back to the dusty training grounds of his past. He took the gallons in his hands, feeling the cold plastic in his palms, and tipped his head back and let the milk flood his mouth, swallowing with the ease of a man who’d done this a hundred times before. Each gulp was a declaration of his capability. The crowd roared, their chants of “Garrett! Garrett!” filling the space. Garrett’s first gallon fell empty to the ground, followed by the second one after a couple minutes. Brad handed him a third one immediately while Ted had only finished his first one.

As the contest unfolded, Brad watched with a mix of amazement and pride. Garrett’s belly ballooned with every swallow, his compression shirt stretching to the point of indecency but still holding on. The crowd was in a frenzy, shouting and cheering as the two men competed. And then, with a triumphant roar, Garrett slammed down his third gallon, empty, outdoing Ted’s one and a half by a long shot. His stomach was a marvel, a round, taut sphere that seemed to defy the very laws of human anatomy. Ted, on the other hand, was struggling to finish his second gallon before finally giving up after finishing the gallon, holding back his urge to puke. The room erupted in cheers and Brad couldn’t help but let out a whoop of victory. He slapped Garrett on the back so hard that it echoed through the bar.

“You did it, man!” Brad exclaimed, his eyes shining. “You’re a legend in the making!”

The other frat bros stumbled over, slapping Garrett on his over-bloated belly, which jiggled with the impact of their hands. Garrett couldn’t help but let out a big burp, releasing some pressure as his stomach processed the milk.

As the crowd dispersed to prepare for the next round of the contest, the next contestant, a burly man called Mike, the house champion of milk chugging who looked like he could bench press a small car, took his place next to Garrett, eyeing him and Brad with skepticism.

“All right, who’s gonna show this rookie how it’s really done?” Mike shouted, flexing his arms for the crowd.

Brad wasn’t gonna let Mike steal the spotlight. He slapped Garrett on the back, his eyes gleaming with excitement. The crowd roared again, and Garrett felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins.

“Hold your horses, Mike!” Brad shouted over the bar, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Why don’t we up the ante a bit?” He turned to Garrett, who was back at his stoic stance “How about a six-gallon chug between you two?”

The room fell silent, all eyes on Garrett and Mike, the house champion. Garrett looked at Brad, his expression unreadable. Then, with a nod that was almost imperceptible, he accepted the challenge.

“You’re on,” said Garrett, his voice a low growl. “Six gallons, you say? pfft. Let’s see what you got, rookie,” he said to Mike as Brad got the twelve gallons on the bar.

“Ready?” Brad asked.

The contestants took their places, the air thick with anticipation. Brad, called out the countdown.

“Three...”

“Two...”

“One...”

“Chug!”

And with that, the battle for the title of Alpha Tauri’s Milk King began anew. Gallon after gallon, Garrett and Mike matched each other’s pace, their cheeks flushing and their eyes watering as the milk slid down their throats. The crowd’s chant grew louder with each passing second, their cheers a symphony of excitement and amazement accompanying the display of both men’s growth. As the fifth gallon was emptied, Mike stumbled, a roar of laughter erupting from the spectators. But Garrett didn’t wail. With the precision of a seasoned warrior, he downed his sixth gallon, then his seventh, then his eighth, his expression never changing as Brad handed him more and more gallons. Mike couldn’t keep up with Garrett’s pace and, finally, gave up at the sixth gallon, holding onto his round belly and grunting as he left the minibar and rushed to the bathroom, his gut making all kinds of sounds. The room felt silent once again, the only sounds were the gulping of milk and the sounds of Garrett’s belly and, when he set down his last gallon, the frat house erupted in a deafening cheer.

Brad’s eyes were wide with amazement as he watched Garrett’s display of capacity. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing, his new friend had truly outdone himself. As the room swarmed with frat brothers slapping Garrett on the back and congratulating him, Brad felt a surge of pride.

“Welcome to the team, Garrett!” Brad shouted over the cacophony of cheers. “You’re not just our milk champion, you’re our brother now!” He handed Garrett a frat house t-shirt, already soaked in beer and sweat from past parties. “Wear this with honor!”

The shirt that Brad handed to Garrett looked waaay too small next to his newly distended belly. Garret’s belly looked twice as big as when the contest began and it was making tons of sloshing and gurgling sounds, trying to process all the milk that was filling it. The compression shirt was doing its best to keep up with the growth of Garrett’s gut, it looked about to rip, and he knew that, if he didn’t take it off, his favorite shirt would be gone.

“Buuuuuuuuaaaaaaarppp!!.... hufff... thanks, Brad,” Garrett managed to murmur, his voice strained. He peeled off his compression shirt with a grunt, revealing a hairy torso that made the frat brother’s jaws drop. His pecs were rounded and bulky, his biceps were defined but had a bulky quality to them as well, his massive belly was drawing all the attention towards it as it jiggled and groaned while Garrett put on the frat shirt.

Once the shirt was in place, Garrett’s belly wasn’t covered at all, his pecs occupying most of the space. His hairy belly was fully exposed while Garrett’s muscles were straining the covered parts of his upper body. He waddled through the crowd, his legs wobbly and his gut leading the way. Each step made his belly slosh and gurgle, jiggling with all the milk he took. He could feel the weight of the milk pulling him down, but it didn’t matter. The rush of adrenaline and the cheers of his new brothers fueled him onward.

“Bed... buuuuuaaaaarpp!... “ Garrett managed to say, pushing through to a nearby door. Brad followed him into the room and closed the door behind him.

They found themselves in a private lounge with a TV and the lights turned, only the faint glow the moonlight seeping through the window gave a pinch of lighting to the room. The room was littered with discarded pizza boxes and empty beer cans, a testament to the frat’s typical state of disarray. Garrett scanned the room, desperately seeking a place to collapse. With a thud that echoed through the room, Garrett’s belly collided with the arm of a couch, knocking over a pile of cushions and sending a cloud of dust into the air.

“Buuuuuuurp!... uggghh... so full...” Garrett grunted, rubbing his belly.

“Whoah, easy there, champ” Brad chuckled, slapping Garrett’s back in a congratulatory pat. “You’re gonna have to learn to navigate these obstacle courses with a gut like that.”

Garrett kept searching the room wildly, his face a mask of desperation under his hat.

“Brad, I... hufff... I need something... buuuuuuurrrp!... somthing for... nnghhh... down there...” Garrett gestured awkwardly to his lower half. “It’ll help... with the pressure...”

Brad’s laughter filled the room, slowly dying once he noticed Garrett’s serious look on his face.

“Do you need a... a plug?”

“Anything will do the trick...” Garrett said, a hint of embarrassment in his voice. He tried to reach for his belt, but his enormous gut was in the middle, making it impossible to reach. “Could you... hhufff.. help me with... buuuuurrrp!! with my belt?...”

Brad turned to Garrett with eyes filled with both concern and lust. He approached him and slowly worked his hand down to Garrett’s belt. His arms were pressed under Garrett’s gut, engulfed in a warm and soft feeling as his belly made all kinds of digestive noises. He undid his belt and helped him get his pants off, Garrett responded to the pressure relief with a loud belch. The outline of Garrett’s boner was clearly visible on his boxers, a thick 8 incher that soaked much of the fabric with thick precum.

“Diego might have something useful...” Brad said while staring at Garrett’s erection. He then went out of the room in search of Diego, a Latino frat member known for having all sorts of sex toys. After a couple minutes, Brad came back to the room with a massive 10-inch dildo in his hand. It was a garish shade of blue and looked like it could double as a battering ram. He handed it to Garrett with a grin. “This should be enough.”

“Fuck, thanks...” Garrett murmured gratefully as he took the dildo with trembling hands.

Garret stumbled over to the couch, his 8 inch boner pointing up against his massive belly. His stomach looked like a massive hairy yoga ball and felt kinda tight to the touch. Garrett made an effort to lower his boxers, to which Brad rushed to help him, took the dildo and, with a grunt that was half pain half pleasure, he started to insert it into his ass. He carefully bent over, his belly making it impossible to go down without opening his legs a bit, and slid the entirety of the toy with ease. Once it was inside, he dropped to the couch, relieved, his discarded clothes laying on the floor.

“Aahhhh... mmmm... buuuuuuuaaarrrp!...”

Brad’s eyes widened with amazement as he watched Garrett take the 10-inch dildo with surprising ease. He had never seen anyone, let alone a man, handle something so massive without so much as a flinch. He took a seat next to Garrett on the couch, his hand reaching out to give Garrett’s hairy distended belly a playful poke.

“Holy shit, your stomach’s like a waterbed!” Brad exclaimed, his voice full of awe. As Garrett’s cock throbbed against his stomach, Brad couldn’t help but stare. “Why the fuck do you need that dildo anyways?”

“It’s just... hufff... part of the technique...” Garrett said, his eyes squeezed shut as he began to feel a turmoil of gastric movements inside his belly.

Garret’s gut was emitting loud digestive noises, like a symphony of digestion. The room spun around Garrett as his stomach expanded even further, pushing against the limits of his belly as the milk was getting digested.

“Buuuuuuuuaaaaarp!!...” A massive belch escaped Garrett’s lips, echoing through the room. “Whenever I handle... ahhh... reactive stuff... buuuuuuaaaarp!! or... ahhh... stuff that turns me into a gasbag... mmmmppphhh...” Garrett’s voice trailed off into a groan of pleasure as the dildo hit his prostate. “I like to be plugged... hufff.. hufff... so there are no... buuuuuuuaaaaaaarrpp!! leaks... nnnnghhh...” His words were punctuated by grunts as he moved his hips up and down, chewing on the dildo, his belly sloshing as he did so. “It’s all about... containment...”

“Well, you’re definitely giving us a show, dude,” Brad said with a chuckle, watching Garrett’s belly inflating like a balloon. “Looks like you’re gearing up for a lift-off!” He playfully poked Garrett’s swollen belly again, feeling the tightness of his skin. “You sure you don’t need a pressure release valve?”

“Heh! Nahh, I’m used to... buuuuuuuuaaaaarrrrp!!... a little gas buildup...”

Brad leaned in closer, his eyes shining with mischief. “I’ve got an idea.” he whispered, his breath hot against Garrett’s ear. “Why don’t we see how big we can get this bad boy to inflate?” His hand hovered over Garret’s belly, going down to gently tease the tip of his hardened cock. “What do you say, champ? You think you could handle it?”

Garrett’s eyes shot open, his face a picture of both ecstasy and doubt “Fuck...” he gasped, his stomach making obnoxious sounds as it stretched to accommodate the gas and the gallons of milk he’d taken earlier. “It’s like... bbuuuuuuaaaaaaarrrrppp!! like I’m gonna burst... mmmmpphh...” His cock was rock-hard and slapping against his hairy gut with every breath he took. “Do it...” he breathed, his voice barely audible. “Let’s see how much of a... nnnghhh... a legend I really am... bbbuuuuuuooooooorpp!!”

“Fuck yes!” said Brad before going out of the room.

The party outside hadn’t wailed a little, it was at full swing despite the absence of the newly crowned Milk King. Brad peeked through the kitchen entrance and saw Mike, the previous title owner, leaning against the kitchen wall, his belly still swollen while his girlfriend teased him and played with it in a sensual way. Brad came back to the living room amidst the chaos of the party and shouted.

“All right, folks, gather ‘round!” Brad announced, stepping into the lounge. “We’ve got a new game going on in here! We’re seeing how much milk we can cram inside our new milk champion, Garrett!”

Garrett came out of the room in a slow walk, his hat was once again covering his expression, his hairy belly looking even bigger than when Brad left the room and his cock was soaking his underbelly in precum. The crowd cheered and gasped, surprised at the size of Garrett’s gut and naked lower half, some staring at his strong erection. The frat shirt he was wearing wasn’t even visible.

“Who’s in?” Brad shouted.

The partygoers looked at Brad and Garrett with a mix of shock and excitement. The idea was ridiculous, but the spirit of frat house competition was too strong to resist. One by one, people stepped forward, each eager to contribute their own gallon of milk to the challenge. The room was a blur of movement as everyone took their gallons and ordered even more of them from a local store. Brad directed the crowd like a maestro, ensuring each participant had at least 5 gallons before the moment of glory.

Garrett looked at the growing crowd with a panicked yet excited expression. Once Brad gave them the order to fill him up, the crowd rushed to him and began emptying their jugs into his mouth. Brad took a step back, watching Garrett’s belly grow to unnatural proportions. The dildo was buried to the hilt now, the plastic base disappearing beneath Garrett’s bulging flesh. The music from the party grew louder, the bass humping in time with Garrett’s heartbeat. After a couple of minutes had gone by, Garrett’s belly was getting the size of a large couch, his hairy gut engulfing his erection as the flow of milk didn’t stop. Brad, noticing this, shouted through the noise of laughter and Garrett’s belly sounds.

“All right, we’re gonna need some more room,” he admitted. “Let’s get him to the backyard. He’s taking more space than our own furniture.”

Brad wrapped an arm around Garrett’s shoulders, helping him balance his massive belly. As they made their way through the house, the crow parted like the Red Sea, making way for the behemoth that was Garret. His massive belly led the way, the dildo base peeking out like a tiny blue iceberg in a sea of flesh. His arms were swollen to the size of tree trunks, his chest was a bulky mass of muscle and blubber that sloshed with each step he took, his cock a proud sentinel standing tall and hard against his stomach, his ass was like a shelf, round and firm.

Garrett stumbled out into the backyard, his belly sloshing and groaning all the time. He collapsed onto his back on the cool grass, his body heaving with each breath. The tip of the dildo was still visible, a silent testament to the challenge he’d taken part in. He couldn’t stop burping, the smell of sour milk mixing with the night air. His eyes were glazed over, and his mouth hung open as he panted, exhausted but begging for more.

“Oh, fuck... bbbbuuuuuuuaaaaaaaooooooooorrrrrpppp!!...” Garrett groaned, his hands moving to his distended stomach. The pressure was unbearable, his skin stretched taut. “Keep... keep going... nnnnggghhh...” His voice was filled with need, his eyes pleading. Each burp sent a shiver of pleasure through his body and he felt his cock throb in time with his pulse. “I want to... aaaaahh.... I want to be the biggest... bbbbuuuuuuuuaaaaaaaarrrrppp!! the biggest milk-filled slut ever... mmmmppphhhh...”

Brad couldn’t help but chuckle at Garrett’s determination, his own cock hardening at the sight of his friend’s desperation. Garrett’s hat had fallen off at some point, leaving his brown curly hair exposed and giving him a more vulnerable look, his beard soaked in milk. Brad grabbed another gallon of milk, popping it open with a flourish.

“All right, you crazy son a bitch!” Brad said, his voice filled with admiration and disbelief. “This is going down in Alpha Tauri’s history.”

Brad carefully poured the milk into Garrett’s gaping mouth, the liquid disappearing into the abyss of his throat. Garrett’s cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk’s, his Adam’s apple going up and down as he swallowed. His stomach grew with every drop, his skin tightening until it looked like it would split any moment. Brad watched in amazement as Garrett’s body stretched to accommodate the obscene amount of milk he was taking in.

The sight was something out of a frat legend, Garrett’s stomach ballooning with every gulp of milk. The crowd of Alpha Tauri frat bros had grown, and so had their determination to see how much their new milk king could handle. Kegs and barrels full of milk were brought in from the kitchen, and even a small pipe truck carrying milk was parked by the side of the house. Graffiti began to cover Garrett’s belly, crude drawings and messages scrawled in permanent marker: “Frat House Mik Slut”, “Chug Life”, and “More Milk, Less Talk” were a few of the slogans adorning his swollen flesh.

The air was thick with the smell of dairy and sweat as they all watched Garrett’s body stretch to its limits. His skin was taut, shiny with the slickness of milk and sweat. The noises coming from his stomach were a symphony of sloshing and gurgling, a macabre reminder of the feat he was attempting. Yet, Garrett’s eyes never lost their focus, his hand reaching up to grab the next gallon, his throat working overtime as he swallowed mouthful after mouthful. The crowd’s cheers grew louder with every burp he let out. The question was no longer if he could do it, but how far he could go before he popped.

The wordless sounds of pleasure and pain filled the air as Garrett continued his epic chug. “Moooo... more.... bbuuuuuuuuaaaaaaaoooooooooorrrrrppppppp!!... so full... so tight... nnnghhhh... m-mooooo....” He groaned in ecstasy. Each mouthful brought him closer to his goal, and the frat bros watched with a mix of awe and horror.

The grass beneath Garrett was soggy with the excess milk that spilled from his mouth. His stomach had grown to the size of a small car. His cock stood tall and proud, a beacon of his determination. The pressure was building up a delicious ache that spread from his stomach to his balls.

“More... bbbbbbuuuuuuaaaaaaaauuuuuurrrrrrppppp!! I need more... nnnnghhhh... I wanna... burst!!” Garrett’s voice was a moan, his eyes never leaving the gallons that were emptied in his mouth.

Brad looked down at Garrett’s cock, thickening in response to the desperation of his friend. “You think you can handle the pipe?” he teased, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He grabbed two industrial sized hoses from the pipe truck and brought them next to Garret. “These babies are gonna give you more than you can handle,” he said with a smirk.

Brad pulled out the dildo from Garrett’s ass before shoving the two hoses into it. They slid into him with surprising ease. Garrett’s moans grew louder as he took the hoses like a champ.

“If you wanna be a real frat legend, you’ll take this like a champ!” Brad turned on the valves, and the milk began to flow, the pressure intense and unyielding. Garrett’s body arched off the ground as the cold liquid filled him up, his screams of pleasure lost into the thunderous cheering from the crowd. “Take it, you milk-guzzling whore!”

Garrett’s face contorted into a mix of agony and pleasure as the milk hoses filled him to the brim. “I can... buuuuuaaaaaaaaoooooooorrrrppp!! I can do this...” he murmured through clenched teeths. He took the hose like a champ, his stomach expanding rapidly as the liquid flooded into him. His cock throbbing painfully against his stretched gut. “So... full... nnnnnnnghhh...”

Garret’s belly was the size of a small hot air balloon, the skin taut and shiny with milk. The crowd had grown to epic proportions with even some of the neighboring sorority sisters peeking over the fence. The chant’s grew louder, egging Garrett on as he continued to grow. Brad looked with excitement as milk filled Garrett’s stomach to the brim, the pressure building until it was a palpable force in the air. The noises coming from Garrett’s body were a symphony of gurgles and burps that seemed almost inhuman. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Garrett looked like a milk-filled balloon animal, stretching and contorting in ways that defied anatomy.

Garrett’s body was a maelstrom of sensations. The cold, relentless flow of milk, the burning pressure in his stomach, the ache in his cock, it was all too much. With a final, desperate gasp, Garret’s stomach gave one final lurch, and he felt something give way. The world went white and the crowd’s roar was drowned out by the thunderous clap of his own body. Milk exploded from his mouth, ass and nipples in a fountain, soaking Brad and the surrounding crowd. The frat shirt that was covering his pecs was torn apart from the force of the leakings of his nipples. One of the hoses was shot out like a cork from a champagne bottle, hitting the side of the house with a wet smack. Garret’s body convulsed, his orgasm painfully building up.

“I did it.” Garrett managed to croak, his voice barely human. “I’m... I’m the... the king... bbbuuuuuuuuaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrpppppp!! crrrk”

Brad stared in awe as Garrett’s body started to give up. His friend’s body was a testament to human endurance, the skin of his belly stretched to the point of breaking as the remaining hose kept pumping milk inside him. The creaking noises from his belly grew louder, echoing through announcing his sealed fate.

“All right, guys, get your Sharpies. Let’s make this one for the record books!”

The crowd descended upon Garrett’s bulging stomach, scribbling messages of encouragement and lewd doodles. Garrett’s eyes were glassy, but a hint of a smile played at the corners of his mouth, milk leaking through it, soaking his beard even more. He was taking every drop like a champ, his body pushing against the very limits of what it could hold but failing as he approached rapidly his bursting point. Brad knew he wouldn’t last long, the air was thick with anticipation.

“You’ve got this.” Brad murmured, his hand resting gently on Garrett’s swollen belly. “You’re going out with a bang, buddy.”

“Mooo...” The sounds of Garrett’s body were like nothing Brad had ever heard, a symphony of creaks and pops that seemed to echo through the night as Garrett’s intestines protested against the unnatural fullness. Garrett could feel the milk seeping through every orifice, his cock pulsing with the need to cum. The gas building up inside him made him feel like he was about to burst. “Fuck yes...”

The frat bros had gone wild with the markers, their crude drawings and slogans adorning Garrett’s bloated belly: “Milk Bomb”, “Explosive Contents”, “Dairy Whore”, “Pop Me!” were among the many phrases scrawled against his stomach, the words “OVERDUE” and “MILKSHAKE” standing out in bold letters. The tension was palpable, each burp and creak sending ripples of anticipation through the air. Brad leaned over Garrett, his hand gently patting Garrett’s belly while staring the “SLUT” scribbled under his navel.

“Looks like you’re living up to your name.” Brad teased, his voice filled with lust.

“Moooo... so... bbbbwwwaaaaaaaooooooooorrrrrrrrrrpppppppp!! full... so tight... *creeeeeeeeaaaaaaaak* nnnghhh...” Garrett moaned. The sound of stretching skin filling the night air. “Permission—” crrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaakkkkkkk—“to shoot?”

Brad’s eyes lit up with excitement at Garrett’s question. “You got it!” He stepped back, watching proudly as Garrett’s stomach began to quiver. “On my count!...!

“Three...”

“Two...”

“One...”

“Shoot!”

Garrett’s stomach had ballooned to the size of a small house, a grotesque, living monument to his perseverance and Alpha Tauri’s twisted sense of fun. His orgasm was triggered after Brad’s final word hung in the air, his cock shooting cum in a white arch that covered many frat bros and soaked the green grass in a white sticky mess. Load after load, it seemed that Garrett’s cumshot would never end, the sheer amount of his seed made the crowd go wild. Garrett, once so stoic and disciplined, now trembled and convulsed, betrayed by the overwhelming pleasure that surged through him as he climaxed.

As Garrett’s stomach reached its limits, the frat bros poked and prodded his stretched skin, their laughter echoing through the night over the creaking sounds of Garrett’s gut like a pack of hyenas. Milk seeped from every hole in Garrett’s body: his nose, his mouth, his nipples, his ass, his cock, even his navel became a fountain of white liquid, the ultimate sign of his body’s betrayal.

“Here it comes!” Brad shouted, his eyes gleaming with excitement. He watched as Garrett’s stomach bulged and strained, the pressure building up to unimaginable levels. “You’re going to blow like a bomb,” he teased, his hand moving to trace the “OVERDUE” scribbled in marker on the taut skin. “Looks like you’re overdue for a good milking, cow. Now you’re gonna pop like a dairy balloon.”

Garrett’s whimpers grew louder, the crowd’s chants grew more fervent. His belly was stretched to the point of no return, both gas and milk wanting to find a way out. The creakings become more intense, his belly reddens with the strain.

“Moooooo!!... gonna... bbbuuuuuuuaaaaaaaaoooooooouuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrppppppp!! BURST!!” crrrreeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaakkkkkkkkkkk—

splooooooosh!!

And then, with a sound that could only be described as a cross between a cow’s moo and a tire blowing out, Garrett’s stomach finally gave way. Milk shot out in every direction, painting the frat house walls and the crowd in a sticky, white mess. The remaining hose, forgotten in the excitement, was lost in the deluge, a snake adrift in a sea of dairy. As the milk geysered from Garrett’s body, the crowd erupted in a frenzy of cheers and applause. The air was thick with the scent of victory and defeat. Garret lay there, panting heavily, his body slowly returning to its normal form amidst the sticky mess. Despite the recent experience, a small smile played on his lips, his cock still leaking a little bit of cum.

Brad leaned over him, slapping him on the back with a hearty laugh. “You did it, man,” he said, his voice filled with a mix of admiration and amusement. “You’re the fucking king of the milk-chugging world!” The frat bros from Alpha Tauri crowded around, slapping him on the back and offering congratulations, their eyes gleaming with a mix of awe and mischief, helping Garrett to stand up, a big scar now adorning his hairy torso.

As Garrett wobbled to his feet with a grunt, Brad couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight of him covered head to toe in milk, looking like a soggy mess of a man. “You’re gonna need a shower,” he said, his tone teasing. “Or maybe we should just hose you down out here. It’s not every day we get to see a milk fountain in action.” The crowd roared with laughter, their camaraderie stronger than ever.

And so, Garrett joined the Alpha Tauri fraternity with the promise of more adventures like this to come. A home that welcomed and cheered him where he could explore the full potential of his abilities while also starting his life anew. But, as for now, he’ll be praised as the new Milk King of the frat house.

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