The door of the crowded college bar swung open, and in walked a woman who commanded attention. She was dressed in tight red exercise clothing, her belly huge and round, pushing out like it was 9 months pregnant. Her tan skin was covered in tattoos, and her flirty, happy face was impossible to ignore.
She headed straight for the bar, ordering a pitcher of beer and chugging it like a pro. Her belly expanded even further, drawing the attention of those around her. A group of frat boys approached her, making crude comments about her belly.
"Damn, girl, you're really letting yourself go," one of them said, leering at her belly.
She laughed it off, playfully insulting them in return. "At least I have something to hold onto when I'm riding you, you scrawny little runt."
The frat boys were taken aback, but they couldn't help but laugh. She was the life of the party, making everyone laugh with her crude and sexual humor.
As she continued to drink, her belly grew larger with each pitcher. She was the strongest, most controlling woman in the room, and she wasn't afraid to show it.
"Excuse me, miss," one of the frat boys said, approaching her again. "Can I buy you a drink?"
She looked him up and down, a smirk on her face. "I can buy my own drinks, thank you very much. But I'll tell you what you can do for me - you can get me a glass."
He quickly handed her a glass, and she filled it to the brim with beer. She took a long drink, then let out a loud, long fart. The people around her burst into laughter.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she said, a wicked gleam in her eye. "I didn't realize I was farting like a man. Excuse me."
The frat boys were impressed by her ability to drink and fart like a man. They offered to help her, but she refused. She was a tomboy, and she could take care of herself.
She made her way to the bathroom, her belly leading the way. She was the belle of the ball, and she knew it.
In the bathroom, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She was a beautiful, strong woman, and she was proud of her beer belly. She took a deep breath, steadying herself. She had had enough to drink for one night.
She made her way back to the bar, saying goodbye to the frat boys. They were disappointed to see her go, but they knew she was a force to be reckoned with.
She left the bar, her belly leading the way. She was a strong, controlling woman, and she wasn't afraid to show it.
The chapter ended with her walking into the night, confident and proud. She was a beer-bellied beauty, and she wasn't afraid to own it.
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