Swimming night with the boys was prime time recreation for Shannon and his friends. The local sports and rec centre was always a hangout spot, be it for a group workout sesh or the more docile pool visit.
   Shannon wasn't all that physical, struggling with the stresses his friends could do easily, but he was brought along regardless. As the token gay guy of the friend group, he was always toyed with when it came to the ease of exposing his tank-topped friends could bear.
   His supple chest, which was almost always bare from a testosterone deficit, tended to be both physically and emotionally sensitive. Regardless, he braved going topless in the pool with the boys, or nestled in a sauna.
   Beneath the waist, his hips, unlike what was expected, were unusually broad. His shorts protruded and his rear popped out in two bulging bubbles too noticeable to ignore.
   It was at the pool then, that Shannon was most trembly and frightened, feeling the concerned eyes of bystanders watching whenever his birthing size bottom trotted by. At the same time however, Shannon wasn't too disturbed with boys his type taking a peek.
   It wasn't far from common fact that Shannon was gay in the eyes of anyone at his college that saw him. It was obvious, as much as he didn't try to make it known. In part, he was both too afraid to be outwardly queer, but yet, his love for his own, though shrimpy, pretty-boy body overwhelmed it.
   Particularly, sharing a couple classes, was a man Shannon regarded as 'the masculine equivalent of Aphrodite', a tall, broad shouldered sweetheart with everything the scaredy boy desired for. He was perfect, but oddly enough, he had been single for some time.
   Not all that popular, nor seeking anyone as it seemed, he, as much as Shannon wished was true to guess, was as queer as he. Strong jawed and well dressed, he was quite talkative with those he liked, and luckily enough, Shannon was one.
   Neither had the gall to say it, but they both believed the other had a thing for them, but risking being seen the wrong way, the question of relationship never floated their way.
   Every day and counting since he first spoke face to face with him, Shannon fawned over him to his friends. They all knew him, often joking about his strange obsession whenever the punchline came around.
   To aid this degree, was the embarrassing encounter the two had following the usual exhausting workout sesh Shannon had joined in on. Chilling with the boys in a hot tub overlooking the series of pools, all things were comfy for Shannon, despite the detailed view his friends had of his chest.
   A quick look from across the water caused a shocked look, then a muffled chuckle from a friend. He whispers over to another of Shannons friends, who gets his attention and gives a gesture behind him.
   Shannon looks up, trying to see what his amused friends were directing him to, only to see the tall, steady figure of his 'boyfriend', as his friends called him mockingly. His eyes widened and a shrill squeal came from his mouth, at which he swung his head around back to them, his face bright red with blush.
   The lifeguard, as Shannon now found out, heard the noise, turning back for a moment to see source of the odd peep. Keeping an eye both on the groupies and the swimmers down the lanes, he gave the bunch a smile.
   '.. Hey, I know you! Whatcha' doin' 'ere? And wheres the little guy? He's always with you, 'ain't he?'
   He looked around, at which he met with the turning torso of Shannon, caught by the supple nipples that were exposed just above the water, before meeting eyes. Shannon's face flushed as he met with him, looking away and back in anxious embarrassment.
   'Oh, didn't see ya' there! Looks like you've been workin' out, your cheeks are all red-..'
   Shannon covered his face with his hands, nodding to him, hearing playful sneers from behind him.
   'You're lookin' good, I've gotta say. Look at those pecs!'
   The comment, though slightly joking, caused Shannon to lift his arms off, his arms stuck out like a confused bird, looking down at his chest. He stuttered, his flimsy body writhed with plenty of emotion.
   '.. Eh-.. Aha, I.. Thanks, I.. I like yours, uhm, Eheh.. H-Have you been... Working out too..?'
   'Nice One', he heard from behind, to which Shannon winced in embarrassment. He peered up to see his crush giving a sincere smile downwards, crouching to reach just above his height at eye level.
   'Sure I have, you lookin' to see?'
   At Shannon's amazement, he flexed both arms out, defining from both them his torso a complete figure of toned muscle. The small boy leaned in, his eyes shimmering with excitement.
   'Pretty, ain't it? They'd look better with you in 'em. But I bet they'd be even better in you, honeybun~..'
   On the verge of fainting, Shannon was fluttering. The lifeguard stood up again, posed as he was before, giving a little look at Shannon. 'Awh, he likes you!' Came the gawking crowd behind.
   'Ah-, Yeah!.. I.. I bet you would, eheh..'
   Shannon was stammering his words and trying to get out a full sentence, desperately trying not to fumble his chance. Once again, his crush knelt down and gave him a curious look.
   'You thinkin' of tryin'? C'mere then, open up.'
   Shannon felt a warm touch on his cheek, the broad, masculine hand holding under his jaw and along its frame. His horny maw opened, his tongue laying out hot with his eyes flickering with confusion on where to look.
   The other hand came to rest two fingers on top of the crimson bed, grazing the top of his tongue and prodding deeper into his maw. Shannon closed his lips around the man's hand as the rest of it slipped in, shutting his eyes and grasping at his arm with both hands.
   His small hands grabbed at the toned forearm, rubbing at its sides, pulling as the back of his throat met the curious touch.
   'Be careful now, we don't wanna make your figure all fat now do we?'
   Not considering the thought that Shannon would go through with it, he pulled outwards, but Shannon, with two glossy eyes seemed to beg for more, so he simply writhed his hand about inside his steaming maw.
   A pointer finger probed Shannon's throat, to which a little moan came in response. His little arms reached to caress his new partner, but in doing so, he slipped on the sleek surface which he stood previously.
   At an odd angle, he tumbled over with Shannon, who himself fell off the seat and into the hot tub. A bit of a struggle seemed to ensue, and when Shannon reemerged, he breathed heavily. His tongue lay out, with the lifeguards shorts on the tip of his tongue.
   A bloated, rounded belly sloshed with Shannons movement as he sat back down. His arms rested on the slippery tiles and his legs spread with his padded thighs around his gut. Beneath the water, a shuffling meal pushed and sloshed, causing his encasing gut to gurgle loud enough to be heard outside.
   'Ooph, nice one, dumbass..' Shot one of his friends mockingly. Shannon set the shorts aside, letting his heavy gut sink in the water. 'Fumbled your little boyfriend, now look!' Came another, putting a hand on top and rubbing it sweetly.
   'Ooh, look at that Shannon, he's trapped in there-.. Guess he's gonna die in there 'cause of you, dummy!'
   Shannon's cock pushed against his trunks as his exposed thighs pressed all around the churning figure. From the top of his tummy, two hands pressed deep, which then began to knead at his insides.
   'I-.. I didn't mean to! He-.. Ah.. Mhmn, fuck-.. Haah-..'
   Shannon was in heat, smoothly running his hands along his belly. His prey friends took their turns pushing their hands on his bubbling gut, to which a heavy, deep slurch came out.
   'Oof, you hear that Shannon? He's not comin' back from that!..'
   Shannon was embarrassed, looking away while rubbing his packed belly. All the warm hands rubbing around his rounded body were exhilarating, but the most came from his gurgling belly, whose erotic meal was sloshing and kneading.
   '...Nngh-.. I.. Ugh, I'm sorry, I.. I shouldn't have.. like-..'
   A patient hand rustled through Shannons hair, before stroking down the length of his back. '..Hey, if it makes you feel any better, my sis' accidentally swallowed her boyfriend a bit ago, stuff happens, y'know?'
   A gentle pat urged on a deep, steamy belch, followed by Shannon's whimpering, feeling the aching struggles too difficult to handle.
   'How about a sauna, hm? That sounds nice, doesn't it little guy?'
   Nodding in approval, Shannon agreed, helped up with one shoulder under each of his on both sides. He waddled to public embarrassment towards the steamed sauna room, a tiled space with a fogged up glass wall.
   Shannon plapped his thighs on the seat, his cock sticking up against his gut, which leaned all the way to the floor. As the door shut, the only sounds that could be heard were the massive gurgles, glorping with every little movement.
   The heat beat down on Shannon's tummy, which rumbled in disagreement. It seemed his crush was dissolving, but only now had Shannon begun to realize the consequences. His intestines felt full, glubbing meat padded his stomach and his shorts began to stretch.
   He struggled to inch them looser, pulling them down his legs, trying to hide his exposed member as best he could. Every inch of his body was quaking in either embarrassment or the physical toll of a digestive rut.
   The bunch of his friends tried keeping his spirits up, mostly by helping on digestion. Two firm hands pushed from the front of his gut as two more sloshed it out on the sides. One more helped, disappointedly, to spread out with Shannon tucked partially into his lap, the layers of meaty fat that began to guzzle into his ass.
   The whole process went on for almost a dozen minutes, crushing and compressing the large churning masses. Mutual giggles were had with every deep gulp as heavy gurgles echoed through the room.
   Shannon felt tight on every bit of his body. His balls bloated fruitfully, dangling just off the seat where he placed himself. His breasts seemed to slosh full of fat, to the point where he could almost be mistaken for a girl.
   'Shannon, I think you're the first guy to ever need a bra.. C'mon bro, look at'cha!' A two hands from behind cupped his chest, wobbling the meaty bulbs. Shannon panted, unsure how to reply, but regardless, the others took it well.
   'Yeah, he's in late stage pregnancy too..' From the front, his gurgling gut, which now felt like a meaty beanbag, was rubbed from the front, caressed by the tips of his fingers.
   With the tight feeling gone, the group felt it was about time to head out. Shannon was feeling better, although a little woozy. Before stepping out, he realized that without his size of shorts fitting, he wouldn't be able to go out any way but nude.
   Luckily, the unswallowed shorts of the now churned up lifeguard, designed for a man of broader body size, a 6'1 to Shannon's 5'3, barely fit him and his massive, wobbling bottom.
   As he got dressed, he tried his best to fit into the sweatpants he came in, but it was obvious to anyone what he had been up to, considering the far too tight squeeze around his layered rear.
   On the ride home, he whined here and there, still full of a glurping potbelly, but was assured he was in safe hands. As now both the token gay guy and pred of the group, it was certain he'd be the butt of a lot more mutual comedy to come, with a sloshing butt as much to fit them.