TG Fiction — Crying for Ogre, Part 1

It was early September 1986, and life couldn’t be any better for Andrew “Ogre” Gruber. He was a senior at State, he was the star of the rugby team, and he was Social Chairman of his fraternity: Beta Chi. All that and he was having sex with this hot chick he met during the summer semester he spent up at school. Yeah she was clingy, but he had a plan.

Thursday, September 4, 1986

Ogre and Cheryl were in his room during a house party. They finished and she started to dress. Cheryl was athletic with firm B cup breasts, slim but feminine hips and brunette hair cut almost boyishly short. She was one of the hottest girls in her high school class, and was very confident when she arrived at State to take classes for the summer as was required for some freshmen. She met Ogre in July at the University pool, and they dated ever since.

“Walk me back to my dorm?” Cheryl asked as she pulled on her tight Levis jeans.

Ogre reclined on the bed and stretched.

“I don’t think so,” he said.

“Why not?”

“Look babe, I got things to do. You’ll be ok.”

“I’m sure I’ll be fine, but you don’t WANT to walk me? You did during the summer,” she said.

Ogre stood and stretched. He was only five foot nine, but was every inch muscle. He had brown hair cut Republican short and tanned skin from all the hours he spent pulsed during the summer. He had an easy smile, brown eyes and good looks which made him almost irresistible to women- and he knew it. Rugby left him with a scar on his forehead and a slightly crooked nose from the many times it was broken- but his bashed nose was why his brothers called him Ogre.

“Babe, that was then. It’s a whole new semester and I have to keep my options open.”

“What are you saying?” Cheryl said, shocked.

“Look, sweet cheeks, I need to be able to do who and what I want! I’m a senior! If you still want a taste, you’re welcome to come over whenever, but I may be busy,” Ogre said.

“Oh like you’ll ever find better than me?” Cheryl said.

“Babe, I fucked a hotter chick than you last night, and I will again before the week is over. You’re cute, but nothing special, ok? Now you gotta go. I have to get to bed. I have an early morning with conditioning starting and all.”

Cheryl didn’t know whether to slap him or spit or what to do. Instead she just left, walked down the hall to the stairs and out of the fraternity house. She didn’t want him to see her cry.

“’Bout fucking time she left” he thought. He walked downstairs to brother “Beef’s” room. Beef was a monster, 6’4 and just massive. Beef promised Ogre something that would make Ogre even bigger.

Ogre knocked on the door, and Beef answered.

Beef had a needle in his hand.

“What’s that?” Ogre asked.

“Steroids, man. NCAA don’t care if you use ‘em. You inject them into your arm. They’ll make you huge.”

Beef showed Ogre how to do the injection, and then watched as Ogre did it.

“Any side effects?” Ogre asked.

“Maybe some swelling. Nothing major.”

Yeahhh. I can’t wait to hit the gym! Thanks, bro. I owe you!”

Cheryl walked home through streets still busy with passing partiers and drunks vomiting into convenient hedges and roofless convertibles. The night was still full of fun, yet she cried, occasionally stopping to lean against a wall and sob.

“I wish he would know what it’s like to be a girl,” Cheryl said between sobs.

No one stopped. No one noticed. No one cared.

Or did they?

Something old — older than the mountains near the campus was listening that night. She heard Cheryl’s crying, and understood.

And she smiled.

She’s got it

Yeah, baby, she’s got it

I’m your Venus, I’m your fire

At your desire

The party at Beta Chi was still going strong, and Ogre drank more and more: shots, beer — everything handed to him. He had a reputation to maintain after all!

Suddenly, he felt sick. He ran to the nearest bathroom and barely made it, shoving aside some girls waiting in line. And he puked.

And puked.

So much.

When would it stop?

As Cheryl cried, Ogre puked.

He was so distracted by the violence of the vomiting that he didn’t notice his shorts getting slightly tighter. His butt changed — the fat redistributing, his thighs thickening slightly.

For an hour, Cheryl cried until she finally went to sleep back in her room. For an hour, Ogre vomited, weight just disappearing through his mouth, and his butt plumped, becoming shapelier.

The vomiting stopped, and Ogre staggered to his room to the laughter of some of his brothers. He was a little thinner, not that anyone would notice. Exhausted by his ordeal, he never realized how different his butt felt, nor did he care how difficult it was to remove his shorts.

To be continued…

Category: Fiction