Alright, here's part II --

One pizza went down easy. Two, three, still running on adrenaline. By the time he was halfway through the fourth pizza, however, Jackson groaned loudly and placed a hand on his belly. It was bloated and round, tender to the touch.

"What's the matter big guy, getting tired already?" Asked Bryce, one of the pledgemasters.

"**hic** no! No... no way!" Jackson stifled another hiccup and a belch and dug in again. Each bite of pizza dropped into his stomach like a bomb. His belly was growing bigger and more painful with every bite. His polo shirt, loose fitting before, was starting to get tight around his middle. He discreetly reached under the table to undo his belt and the first button.

"Ooohh... How are you guys doing this? I'm... *hic* oooo, I'm not feeling so hot." Jackson said as he opened up his fifth box of pizza. A sharp pain stabbed through his stomach and he clutched his belly with both hands, groaning loudly. The other pledges at his table looked just as miserable as he did, groaning and moaning, clutching their swollen aching bellies.

"Let's... let's switch to the soda, okay? I think that'll be easier..." One of the other guys, Adrian suggested. Jackson looked at him skeptically.

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Should Jackson - 

a) Dive into the soda?

b) Finish the pizza?

c) Ask one of the pledgemasters for advice?

d) call Alison?

e) Other -- you tell me!

Survey says go with the pizza, so here's round 3!

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Jackson eyed the soda and then back at the pizza. He knew if he stopped now he would never start again.

*hic* "No guys... gotta-- **hic** gotta power through!" And to set an example, he tore off a piece of pizza and began to devour it. His stomach stretched and groaned painfully at the intake of food, but Jackson refused to show any weakness. He chewed and swallowed, chewed and swallowed, chewed and swallowed until all the pizza was gone.

His belly was huge, a heavy ball of cement sitting on his lap and he rubbed it with both hands, trying to relieve some of the pressue. Every now and then a stabbing pain would hit him in the gut and he would moan outloud. "Ooohhh... that may...*hic* may not have been such a -- oohhh-- good idea."

While Jackson and the other boys were busy rubbing their stomachs and trying not to finish their pizza, one of the frat brothers came over to Jackson and the guy sitting next to him. 

"Hey, I like you guys... Want a little tip on how to make this easier?"

Jackson lookedat his buddy and then back at the frat brother, unsure if he should trust him.

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Should Jackson...

a) listen to the brother?

b) move onto soda?

c) move onto brownies?

d) offer to help the other guys with their pizzas?

e) other?

Thanks so much for all your feedback guys! Sorry I haven't been better about updating. In any case, here's the next installment!

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Jackson rubbed his swollen belly. He was thirsty, his mouth tasted like pizza. Without thinking, he grabbed the 2 Liter bottle from the brother and began to chug it down. At first he didn't even notice, he was so thirsty and the Pepsi tasted so good. Then a sharp pain stabbed him through the stomach and he almost dropped the bottle. He leaned forward, clutching his stomach and moaning loudly.

"Ohhh god.... *hic* *uuuuurp* *hic* This isn't... *hic* helping..." He looked at the brother blearily, his stomach a churning ball that seemed to be growing by the second. The gurgles and groans just got louder and louder.

The brother looked at him with mock concern. "Really? That's strange. Normally soda helps to settle an upset tummy. Why don't you finish it and see if you feel any better? Bottoms"

At this point, Jackson would do anything to feel better. "*hic Ugh.... Really?"

"Definitely. Bottoms up." The brother handed the bottle back to him and Jackson drank,

and drank,

and drank,

until it was all gone. He dropped the bottle to the ground and leaned forward with a loud, painful moan. His stomach hurt worse than ever and he couldn't stop hiccuping and burping. It was all he could do to clutch his stomach with both hands, desperately kneading and massaging it. His polo shirt was now stretched taut over his belly, with his belly button peeking out from beneath. He had never felt more sick in his life.

A quick look around the room revealed the other pledges weren't faring any better. Some were lying on the ground, moaning and writhing with their huge bellies in the air. Others were rocking in their seats at the tables, rubbing their bellies in circles.

"*hic" Ohhhhhh... I really don't... *hic* *hic* *hic* *uuuuuurp* I really don't feel so.... uuuughhhh--" another sharp pain stabbed through his stomach and he doubled over. "I really don't feel so good *hic* guys..."

"Don't forget boys, we've still got those brownies! Maybe you fellas should think about walking your lunch off before starting on the next course?" The pledge master said.

Jackson wrapped both his hands around his stomach, which was throbbing painfully in his lap. On one hand, he didn't think he could possibly eat another bite. But on the other hand, he wasn't sure if he could stand up. Oh man, why did he eat so much?

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Should Jackson:

a) Go for a walk

b) go right for the brownies

c) give up and call alison

d) other!

Jackson clutched his huge, throbbing belly with both hands. He could feel it tighten with every cramp and all it was all he could do to moan and burp softly to himself. The soda and the pizza were interacting horribly, making his belly grow larger and more painful by the minute.

He just barely had time to unbutton his jeans and pull his belly up when his pledge class all began to try to make moves to stand.

Jackson tried to push himself up with one arm, his other arm wrapped protectively around his swollen, aching belly. As he straightened up, s sharp stabbing pain shot through his belly and he moan outloud, following back to sitting position.

"*hic* c'mon bro, we alll gotta go t--*urp* together." Another pledge said standing over Jackson, rubbing his ownswollow belly.

But Jackson couldn't think about that now. His stomach hurt so bad he could barely see straight. He clutched it desperately as another cramp shot through him and whimpered outloud. "Ohhhh...*hic* *uuuuurp* I c-can't... *hic* I'm too f-f-full.." his stomach groaned loudly and he curled up around it, clutching it desperately as he tried not to hink of  how many pizzas he had eaten. 

"Listen pledge. You get up and walk with your buddies, or you gotta do our bonus round,' One of the brothers who had been watching the scene said. "Pick one."

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should jackson 

a) quit then and there

b) take the bonus round

c) get up and go for a walk

d) call his girlfriend to go home