Little Miss Bottomless

The Gamma Delta Belly fraternity house buzzed with life, laughter, and the unmistakable scent of beer. Belly University, known for its quirky reputation for belly-centric innovations, was hosting one of its most anticipated events. Tonight’s keg party promised something truly groundbreaking: a belly-bloating beer. Whispers of a mysterious campus legend floated through the crowd. The so-called "Kegslayer" was rumored to possess an uncanny ability to drain kegs like no one else. But no one knew who they were or if they were even real. People thought they might show up tonight, but it was just whispers.

Unnoticed among the revelers, a petite redhead slipped into the party. Her long reddish-brown hair trailed behind her, nearly brushing the waistband of her black workout shorts with two white stripes down the sides.She wore black rimmed glasses that frames her cute face. Her cropped black top revealed a hint of toned midriff. She looked like any other student—a little shy, perhaps, but certainly nothing extraordinary.

She scanned the room, her sharp green eyes locking onto a tall frat brother near the first keg. Approaching him with a sweet smile, she spoke.
“Hey, I’m new here. Mind showing me around? I heard you’ve got some amazing kegs tonight.”

The frat bro, caught off guard by her charm, grinned. “Sure! You’re in for a treat. Let me grab you a cup.”

At the first keg, he filled her cup with a frothy golden brew. She took a tentative sip, her expression brightening.
“This is great!” she said, draining the cup in a few swallows. “I think I’ll have another.”

Her second cup went down just as quickly, followed by a third. The frat bro watched in awe as her flat stomach began to swell subtly, her previously toned midriff rounding into a small, firm curve.

“You’ve got quite the tolerance,” he said, his voice tinged with admiration.

She laughed lightly, patting the slight dome of her belly. “It’s a talent.”

He led her to the second keg, then the third. By now, her belly had grown noticeably larger, stretching her top slightly as it swelled outward like a pregnancy nearing full term. The skin was taut and smooth, and soft gurgles and sloshes could be heard with every step she took.

“You’re incredible,” the frat bro said, unable to hide his fascination.

“Thanks,” she replied, giving him a playful smirk. “But I’m just getting started.”

After finishing her third round, she leaned closer to him. “So, I heard there’s a special keg you’re unveiling later. Is that true?”

The frat bro hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “Yeah, it’s in the garage. We’ve been keeping it under wraps. You want to see it?”

Her green eyes sparkled with curiosity. “Absolutely.”

He led her through a side door, away from the bustling crowd. In the garage, the final keg stood gleaming under the light, its shiny surface almost reverent in its presentation.

“This is the one,” he said, almost proudly.

She stepped closer, examining it as if she were appraising a fine work of art. “Impressive. Thanks for showing me.” She smiled sweetly. “Mind heading back to the first keg? I need to freshen up real quick, but I’ll meet you there.”

The frat bro agreed, reluctantly leaving her alone as she pretended to walk to the bathroom.

The moment he was gone, her demeanor shifted. No longer the sweet, curious guest, she moved with purpose, retracing her steps to the kegs scattered throughout the house. At each stop, she drank deeply, her belly swelling larger and rounder with every gulp.

By the fourth keg, her stomach was enormous, bulging outward like a massive beach ball. The taut surface rippled slightly with every movement, sloshing audibly with the beer sloshing inside. Partygoers stared as she passed, but she played it off, casually refilling her cup as if she were just mingling.

At one keg tucked away in a quieter corner, she drained it entirely, the loud *glug-glug-glug* of the spout echoing in the empty hallway. When someone approached, she wiped her mouth, smiled innocently, and walked away, the heavy *sloshing* of her belly following her.

By the time she returned to the garage, only the special keg and the first keg remained. Her belly was gargantuan now, so large that it jutted out several feet in front of her, swaying and rippling with every unsteady step. Each movement was accompanied by deep, resonant *sloshes* and occasional *gurgles* as the liquid shifted inside her.

She stood before the final keg, breathing heavily. Her hands pressed against the taut surface of her belly, which was so full it seemed to defy logic. She grinned to herself, tipping the spout to her lips.

She showed her determination as she starts draining the last keg, her belly making louder, more chaotic *sloshes* and *glorps*, signaling the final act of her incredible feat.

The garage was silent save for the steady *glug-glug-glug* of beer rushing from the keg and into her mouth. Each gulp sent a ripple through her already enormous belly, which now pressed firmly against the floor and extended outward like a massive, taut waterbed. As the last drops drained from the spout, she leaned back, her hands sinking lightly into the stretched, firm surface of her skin.

Her belly was colossal, its sheer size impossible to ignore. It sloshed and gurgled audibly as the beer settled inside, shifting with every subtle movement. The liquid-filled mass jutted out in front of her like a massive, living orb, shiny and taut under the dim light of the garage. She couldn’t even see her feet anymore—her entire field of vision was dominated by her bloated belly, which looked as though it could easily hold six or seven people if arranged just right.

She groaned softly, feeling the immense pressure and weight of her accomplishment. Each breath was shallow, her diaphragm constrained by the sheer size of her midsection. She braced herself against a nearby wall, her fingers pressing into the slick surface of her belly, which jiggled slightly before settling into a slow, rhythmic slosh.

Now came the hard part: getting out unnoticed.

Every step was a monumental effort. Her belly was so large and heavy that it dragged against the floor, forcing her to lift it partially with her arms. Her fingers sank into the soft yet taut skin, the liquid inside shifting and churning with every movement. The sound was impossible to ignore—deep, resonant *sloshes* echoed through the empty garage, accompanied by occasional *gurgles* and *glorps*.

She managed to waddle to the door, her massive belly brushing against the frame as she squeezed through. The hallway ahead was narrow, and her belly barely fit, the sides pressing against both walls with a faint creak. She pushed forward, the friction causing waves to ripple through the liquid inside her, creating a cacophony of *sloshes* that filled the space.

Her progress was slow. With each step, her belly jostled and shifted, the liquid slamming against her insides with audible *glorps* that made her wince. She paused for a moment, leaning against the wall to catch her breath. Her hands pressed into the warm, stretched skin of her belly, which gave slightly under her touch before springing back into its impossibly round shape.

“Just a little farther,” she muttered to herself, the sound of her own voice nearly drowned out by the constant sloshing and gurgling.


As she neared the backdoor, her belly’s sheer size and the tight hallway made her progress even more challenging. The walls creaked as her swollen stomach pressed against them, and every movement caused loud *sloshes* to reverberate around her. Her breathing was labored, the immense weight of her belly pressing down on her as she shuffled forward.

At the end of the hallway, two girls stood by the backdoor, chatting quietly. They froze when they saw her, their eyes widening in disbelief at the sight of her impossibly massive belly.

She stopped a few feet away, trying to compose herself, but her belly had other plans. A particularly loud *glorp* echoed through the hallway, causing her to wince.

“Can you—” she began, only to be interrupted by a deep, resonant *slosshhh*. She sighed, rolling her eyes before trying again. “Can you hold the door, please?”

The girls didn’t respond immediately, too stunned by the sight before them. One of them finally nodded, her hands fumbling for the door handle as the other continued to stare, her mouth agape.

As she passed by, her belly brushed against the doorframe, making a loud *thump* followed by an even louder *slosh*. One of the girls reached out hesitantly, her fingers grazing the taut surface of her belly. The touch sent another ripple through the liquid inside, creating a chorus of *gurgles* and *sloshes* that made the girl pull her hand back in awe.

“Thanks,” she said, her voice strained as she dragged her massive belly through the door.


Outside, the cool air hit her skin, a welcome relief after the stuffy confines of the frat house. But her struggle wasn’t over yet. Her belly was so heavy and cumbersome that she could barely lift it anymore. She resorted to dragging it across the ground, the sound of her sloshing stomach accompanied by the faint scrape of her skin against the grass.

Each step was a Herculean effort. Her arms ached from trying to support the immense weight of her belly, and her movements were slow and deliberate. She knew she had to get out of sight before anyone else saw her.

The liquid inside her shifted constantly, slamming against her insides with every movement. The loud *sloshes* and *glorps* were impossible to ignore, echoing through the yard. She gritted her teeth, focusing on her goal.

Finally, she reached the alley behind the house. Leaning against the wall for support, she let out a deep breath, her hands sinking into the warm, sloshing surface of her belly. It jiggled slightly before settling into a rhythmic, almost soothing *slosshhh*.

Despite the weight, the noise, and the sheer discomfort from her size, she couldn’t help but smile. She had done it. The kegs were conquered, and the legend of the Kegslayer would only grow from here.

For now, though, she needed to rest. She sank down onto the ground, her belly resting heavily in front of her as it let out one last satisfied *glorp*. Hopefully, her friend with the wide bed truck would get here soon, she thought.