Chapter 10 - Ryan, The Beast of the States

Ryan felt his head spin madly, like on a horrible zero gravity amusement attraction. The bright light sent his pupils to a microscopic size, mechanically blinding him. Thomas shouted his vision into order. "Ryan!" His expression was one of urgency. Ryan could hardly hear over the booming bass pumping from the speakers, which had to be hidden all over, because he couldn't quite place where they were. He was very aware of the ripples the bass sent through his belly, but followed Thomas up to a counter, not wanting to dive into how good it kinda felt. Ryan saw a boxing ring with over stretched ropes sagging heavily between the posts. Poker tables littered the large room and a heavy cigar smell and cloud hung low in the air.

The woman at the counter greeted Thomas like she knew he was a dead man walking, which made Ryan more nervous than he was. He heard Thomas sign him up for the eating competition, The Chow Down event, and place a bet for all his money on him. Ryan sighed at seeing all the money go, but also supposed that if it was win or die, he might as well shoot high. He just wished it wasn't up to himself to keep Sashta's brother alive. He wondered what time it was, attempting to gauge how long he had before she would be finished with her appointment, but there was no clock in sight. It was as if the club was purposefully trying to make you forget that there was a world at all outside of Club Aqua.

Manny stepped out from the counter with open arms and embraced Thomas, longer than seemed standard. He was whispering in his ear, Ryan realized. They broke the hug and looked over at Ryan with near sinister grins. Manny came and hugged him. "Good to see you here finally Ryan. Got away from the warden, eh? Hope you are hungry for wings, big guy," he said, pulling away and clapping him on the stomach, with a little more grip than Ryan was comfortable with.

He swiped his hand off his front and looked in the direction the two men pointed in. A long table with seven chairs behind it. There was a laughably small area for spectators, making Ryan miss his days on the field with real bleachers. His father made sure to attend, and to his credit he would get into the game, jumping up and shouting. Ryan shuddered at the thought of his dad showing up to see him enter an eating competition. There could be nothing more embarrassing, besides losing said competition. "Not even the best at being a fat greedy slob," he imagined Jackson saying in his angry growl.

Ryan could see other people standing around, with their supposed manager figures, which he quickly determined were just other gamblers exploiting the stomachs of others. Ryan did feel elevated above his competitors, as many were literally much shorter and none as hefty as himself. Not that he hadn't seen 70 pound Chinese guys wipe the floor with fat guys on TV before. He wondered if it would really be as easy as just eating wings, because he was particularly skilled at cleaning wings effortlessly. It was almost impossible to eat wings around his father, because he had to train himself to eat them in several bites to slow himself down.

A bell rang and Manny pushed Ryan to a seat on the end, after shoving one contestant out the seat, forcing them to the next one. Manny muttered something about it being his lucky chair. Ryan sat and shrugged at the contestant who's chair he commandeered, as a light apology, but all he was returned with was a stressed look as the man gave Ryan a once over. Were other people's lives on the line here? Worry attempted to take over, but his hunger bulldozed the feeling right out. He was ready to start. Thomas ran up behind him and whispered, "This face is perfect, very menacing." He clapped his shoulder and scurried back to the viewing area. Ryan tried to assess how he might look and could feel the tension in his forehead and jaw. Maybe he did look pissed. If they didn't bring the wings out soon, he would be. He rubbed his stomach in anticipation.

The MC was announcing the contestants and the rules of the competition, which seemed pretty typical. If you got sick, you were out. If the judges didn't think you cleaned the wing enough, they'd give one warning and then after that, out. They allowed one drink and many opted for none, some took milk. Ryan was preparing to eat and enjoy so he asked for the beer he loved so much from the bar. He got a funny look at his request, but Ryan's mouth was already watering for the beverage. He found Thomas, his hand nervously poised at his mouth. He caught his eye flicking to another guy in the middle of the table. Ryan leaned back to get a view of the guy. He was surprised to see another bigger guy at the table. Ryan was sure he was larger than him, but all the other guys were slight and practically shaking at the table.

Everyone straightened up a little and Ryan realized it was about to start. Platters of wings were dropped in front of each of them. 100 wings. Ryan had never eaten that many, but he tried to calculate how many wings were equivalent to a large pizza, because he could remember routinely eating his own pie and an order of 24 wings, not even getting stuffed. He thought about how into those nights of partying and drinking Sashta would be. Part of him was disappointed she was going to miss his performance. It would be excellent foreplay.

The bell was rung just as Ryan was sure his stomach would grow teeth and eat him whole. He immediately took a drumsticks and bit into the fattest part, twisting the wing and ripping all the meat off in two chomps. The meat was moist, spicy and most importantly to die for. Ryan avoided diving in on that thought further, for Thomas’ sake. His stomach celebrated the entry of the meat and craved infinitely more. Ryan threw back wing after wing, feeling like a fat machine. His hunger was still burning from within, though it might have been the peppery wings. He'd eaten maybe 25 by the time he looked at his competition and hadn't realized two people had stepped away, one being the shaky small guy next to him. The big guy was plowing through almost as efficiently as Ryan was, the others eating the wings more standardly, but fast. He couldn't see who had more put away, but he figured he shouldn't stop to find out.

A judge came by and inspected Ryan's bones for a second, looking momentarily impressed by their bareness, which made him feel a little proud. Another contestant was scolded for leaving too much and moments later the bones were flung at them and they were undoubtedly disqualified. Ryan ate with determination and drive, feeling like he was being rewarded. Perfectly prepared wings? He had been worried they'd be dry and terrible quality considering the slimy vibe he got from the club. He would not have put it past them to tamper with the product to influence the results. Yet, they were amazing. The spice almost drove him to go faster. He could feel the heat behind his eyeballs, but his stomach seemed to be pushing him along more aggressively than the MC who shouted into the mic over the cheering of the now much larger crowd. The man announced that there were three competitors left and Ryan rewarded himself with downing half his beer. He set it down and a long belch followed. The crowd seemed both horrified and elated at the display.

The beer sat heavier in his gut than the wings did, giving him a suddenly much fuller feeling. He continued attacking the wings feeling his stomach stretching more. He wanted to remember how serious the situation was, having noticed the two guards standing a little ways behind Thomas, but the fuller he felt, the more his mind wandered. He wished nothing more than for Sashta to come feed him, letting him lick at her fingertips and cover himself in her praise for how clean he left the bones. Maybe she'd call him a pig and jiggle his belly, causing him to burp big and her to moan hard. His belly rested in his lap, the pressure barely doing anything for his stirring cock. He bounced his leg under the table, sending ripples through his heavy belly.

"Two contestants left! Are we surprised at who remains? Which of these monsters will prevail?" Ryan had to look over at the big guy, who met his eyes a second. Ryan thought he had less than was in front of himself. Maybe he had 25 left? The thought of having housed 75 already made him surge with accomplishment, but also the number made his stomach feel tighter. He caught Thomas's face, which looked paler than it had, sweat coming down the side. Ryan felt his heart trip on its feet when he saw her standing between Thomas and Emmanuel, arms folded tight, and long braids falling on her shoulders. He met her eyes, and he could have sworn a smile tried to peek out of her glare. Ryan took a flat wing in each hand and pinched the bone, snapping it and stripping the juicy meat off, repeating with the other wing before he chewed the first. He felt supercharged by her presence, and was sure if he was photographed, the glow surrounding him would be detectable. He could hear the crowd start to cheer louder, but didn’t dare break from his rhythm. His stomach was uncomfortably full, but he was starting to like it. Especially because he was hoping he could get a belly rub from the princess, if she wasn’t royally pissed at him. Her gaze stayed fixed on him, and he was confident that she was smiling. She glanced at the other contestant and his heart stopped to see her reaction. She looked back at him and lowered her brows and turned the corner of her mouth up in a cocky scoffing expression. He was gonna take it?

He didn’t even think it was a sound coming out of him, when he noticed it. But there was for sure a growling coming from his clenched teeth as he chewed. He was holding his elbows up animal like and ripping the meat off and heaping it into his mouth, monstrously chewing as he prepared the next mouth load. The crowd was getting rowdier and a portion of Sashtas’ lower lip was sucked into her mouth, her eyes fixed squarely on him. He snatched the last two off the platter and tilted his head back as he pulled one wing out of his mouth and then the other, completely clean. He roared and pounded his chest, rising to his feet. The crowd was louder than ever, suddenly filling the once dismal viewing area. Ryan dropped the bones down and looked over at the other guy who had stopped with four left on his plate, to watch Ryan’s display. He grabbed his beer and chugged the rest. He let out a deep burp, one he could feel more than he could hear.

The MC came over and took his fist raising it up, like he’d won a boxing match. Ryan looked over at some poor bastards duking it out at the ring, and felt his stomach churn at the thought of doing any such activity in his state. Ryan reached out a hand to shake with the other contestant, who accepted his hand into a powerful shake. When Ryan turned back Sashta was talking to the MC, her brows going to work. She shoved his chest and he put his hands up and started toward the counter. She leaned onto it and cocked her head in her direction, directing Ryan over. People clapped his back as he made his way over, making him aware of how full his stomach felt in motion. He joined his group and saw that Sashta was collecting the winnings, counting along with the MC. It seemed like quite a big take away, though Ryan wasn’t exactly sure.

“Wonderful doing business with you absolutely slippery vile dogs,” she said with more venom than he could imagine. She grabbed Thomas by the collar and dragged him out the door and up the stairs. Ryan followed them out to the street, thankful that she stopped to finish her lecture, which began upon their departure. He leaned against the building, cradling his full stomach. Sashta looked over at him, deciding to make it quick.

"Absolutely, no business getting Ryan involved in any of your disgusting habits."

"He was a natural!"

"And you knew that?" She yelled. Ryan smirked at her lack of denial at his assessment. Thomas shrunk into his shoulders.

"I had a good feeling about it."

"Go home, Thomas," she ordered.

"Maybe I should bring the money to Kojo?" She gave a short laugh, and he shrugged with a smirk and turned to go.

"And you," she said harshly, suddenly in front of him, her body an inch from his distended gut. She gritted her teeth and pushed him into the alley, marching him to a tall stack of pallets and pushing him to the brick wall.

"It all happened so fast," he tried to explain, but was stopped when her lips were firmly to his, her tongue tying him up. Her hands planted onto the front of his stomach as she leaned into him. He couldn’t be more satisfied with the events.

Eventually, she pulled away and stared at him, her chest rising and falling. “You are a fat idiot,” she said, smacking him, only a touch rougher than was his idea of playful.

“But, you think I’m super sexy right now,” he said confidently, taking her hand and lifting his belly up with her hand cradled in his. “Fuck,” he breathed. Her words were caught in her throat. “I don’t know if I would have won without you. You woke the hog up as soon as I saw you,” he kissed her neck, a hand gripping her thick butt.

“Nnng,” she moaned. Ryan turned and ripped a pallet off the stack and stood it up against the wall. He lifted Sashta by her waist and sat her on the palet, his foot holding the base in place. He reached under her skirt and between her legs, pushing her underwear to the side.

“That is what I had hoped,” he growled into her ear. “I guess you did enjoy it. Good because it was for you.”

“Ryan,” she gasped, as he played with her perfectly. He looked over his shoulder to be sure he was still out of sight, from passers by. Feeling confident, he undid his shorts, not realizing how tight they had been on his waist until they were no longer crushing him. He sighed outwardly. “Maybe you're getting bigger,” she proposed, clearly turned on by the notion. He put his throbbing cock into her and braced himself with a strong hand on the cool wall. Sashta held onto the sides of his belly, gripping it and playing with it in her hands. “You’re so big,” she moaned in a whisper.

“All yours,” he said. She shook his belly and he could feel the gas bubbling up, he turned his head away and let the belch grog out. “Uhhg,” he sighed, feeling relief in his gut but more pressure in his cock, especially paired with Sashtas gasp.

“You are such a greedy pig Ryan,” she said, squeezing his belly, making him burp more. “I told you to stay away from it, but you snuffed it out like truffles. Couldn’t resist in the ultimate display of gluttony. And go figure,” she baited. Ryan thrusted into her steady, dying to hear her. “You were the greediest pig in show,” she said, nipping at his chest. Ryan pulled his shirt up as if it was burning him to have his body covered. She slapped the side of his gut, and bit his nipple.

“Oh fuck,” he uttered. He just managed to pull out and finish, his load dripping onto the slats of the pallet. He panted and looked at Sashta, who breathed heavily, but had not finished. “I think I’m hungry again,” he said with a raise of his eyebrow. He knelt down on his knees and went in on her clit with his tongue, reading her through her sounds and movements. She put her hands on the back of his head pushing him in. He felt her sandals pressing the sides of his stomach together. He knew she liked to just play with his large body, but she also had a way of squeezing him particularly for the effects. She knew how to disrupt the air trapped in his body. He wasn’t sure if she was purposefully doing it at present, but he was sure if she didn’t stop he was gonna be a gassy pig right in her pussy. She did not stop and he could feel it traveling up his body. He tried to pull his head back, but her grip was deadly firm on his head. He had no power in stopping the air from hissing out his mouth, attempting to quickly recover and lap at her wetness more, only to be interrupted again by a more forceful burp.

Sashta’s thighs clamped hard on his head and she squirmed like a live wire. She slowly released her grip on him and he reemerged wiping his face, nose to chin. She accepted his hand in hopping off the propped pallet and straightened out her dress. He got his shorts done up again with a wince, thinking she might have been right. He was gaining weight. “I really gotta stop being so surprised by what gets you there.”

“That’s what I have been telling you,” she said smiling. “You probably couldn’t have another bite huh?” she said with a challenging look. Ryan huffed and ran his hands down his tight tee shirt, but shrugged with a smirk. “It’s on me,” she said with a wink.