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The Broternity
_By Tommykat_

The afternoon sun shone down brightly over the university campus and surrounding houses, almost illuminating signs and lettering on the fronts of all the fraternity houses along the one street. The warm glow made most of the buildings look very inviting, but as Cody approached the frat house he had decided to try and join, he was a little intimidated by the big bellied frat boys lounging about on the porch. He wanted to join Pi Alpha Bro, the local fraternity for bros, but he wasn’t expecting them to be so big. Nor was he expecting so many of them to be right in front of him, making it difficult to gather the courage to march up to the door and enter. His slightly plump frame was nothing compared to those big boys, and he was feeling a little self conscious. He was so lost in his thoughts that he failed to notice the tall, slender-yet-soft, copper haired guy who strolled up beside him. The young man was equally intimidated by the group of frat guys on the porch, and stood shuffling his feet as he tried to muster up the courage to approach the house. Cody jumped a little, startled, when the tall man finally cleared his throat before he spoke.

“So, uh...you having trouble approaching the frat house too, Dude?” The young man inquired, looking at the porch uneasily.

“Yea man, all those guys up there look much bigger than me. I’m nervous.” Cody responded, letting out a big sigh.

“Well, how about we go up together? Power in numbers or something. I’m Jordan, by the way.” Jordan stated, extending his hand.

“Dude, that sounds great! I’m Cody. Nice to meet you, bro.” Cody shook his hand before the two both took a deep breath. Then the pair slowly strode up the the stairs of the porch and ascended them, before stopping at the top. Before they could advance any further, a mountain of a man with a huge belly stepped in front of them, folding his arms across his broad chest.

“Well, well, what have we here? A couple of new recruits to the broternity, perhaps?” The big man bellowed, his deep voice making the two guys cower a little.

“Oh, um...yes...maybe?” Jordan stammered, with Cody shaking his head in agreement beside him.

“Well then! Welcome to Pi Alpha Bro! We’re happy to have new recruits!” The big man clapped his large hands on each of their shoulders, and one of the other pot bellied guys on the porch snickered. “I’m Chris, and I’ll be the one in charge of your initiation. But for now come with me, and I’ll take you to the head of the broternity, Haus.” The big man turned and took a step forward, opening the door to the house as the pair looked at each other, wondering what this ‘initiation’ would be. Taking a deep breath again, they turned and entered the house. Chris lead them down a hall past several rooms, where more bros were chugging beer and arm wrestling each other. He finally opened a rather ornate-looking door at the end of the hall, and lead them into a surprisingly posh office. The furniture appeared to be solid oak, with red velvet upholstery on the chairs and sofa, the walls lined with bookshelves packed full of a wide variety of literary works. A few feet in front of the trio was situated a large desk and seated behind it was a very large man, smiling at the three of them. The two guys could tell he was a big man, even though he was seated, and were a little intimidated by him. When he stood up, however, the two young men stared with their mouths agape at the sheer size of the man. He was easily a foot taller than Chris and much broader, built like a tank with wide shoulders and a barrel chest. His belly, no longer hidden by the desk, protruded out so wide and round it looked like he had a yoga ball stuffed under his shirt. Cody and Jordan backed away a few steps when he approached them, and the large man laughed, his huge gut bouncing with every chuckle.

“Hello, gentlemen. I’m Chester Phillips, the head of Pi Alpha Bro. I know I’m a little imposing, but don’t let this big ol’ gut scare you.” The big man snickered, slapping his huge belly with both hands before giving it a couple hefts, letting it drop and bounce each time. He extended his hand, and each of them tentatively reached out to shake it, marvelling at how large his hands were, as well as how firm his handshake was.

“We have two possible recruits here, chief.” Chris announced, placing a hand on each of their shoulders and standing directly behind them.

“Ah, good, good. It’s always good to have some new blood in the fraternity! Welcome!” Chester greeted the pair, reaching down and grabbing Cody in a big bear hug, lifting him up off the floor. The young man felt his body pressed tightly up against the large man’s huge belly, the tight grip of his big arms almost crushing him in the embrace. He placed Cody back down, scooping up Jordan in the same bear hug, squeezing tightly. Cody stumbled back against Chris, catching his breath while he watched his new friend being enveloped by the fraternity head’s huge body before he set him back down as well. After Jordan recovered from the hug, Chester looked the pair over, noticing each of them was sporting a bit of a boner from the experience. The big man laughed in a deep tone, his huge belly bouncing once again in an almost hypnotic fashion. Cody and Jordan simply stared at it, completely mesmerized by the wobbling sphere.

“I can tell by your...*ahem*...expressions that you are enjoying our little broternity so far. How about we make you two official pledges, and get the ball rolling?” Chester offered with a wink, and the two young men looked at each other before responding in unison, “YES!!”
The huge man smiled down at the pair, placing his large hands on his round belly. “Excellent. I will handle all the paperwork, while Chris gets you both settled in.” With a nod, he returned to his desk while Chris escorted the two back out to the common room. A couple of the guys had come in from the porch and were now lounging on the sofa as the trio walked in, and Chris took the opportunity to introduce them all to each other.

“Bubba, Bo, I’d like you to meet out new broternity pledges. Jordan, Cody, this here are the two bros who are gonna help me get you two settled in.” Chris explained, and the two guts got up from their seats. Bubba was a short man, and very fat. He had to practically roll onto his side just to get enough momentum to get up. Bo, in contrast, was more lean and on the taller side, but still sported a beer belly on his frame. The two guys strode over and shook hands with the newcomers.

“Welcome to the fold, gentlemen!” Bo beamed at the pair, clasping each of their shoulders with his hands. “It’s good to have a pair of new guys. It was starting to get rather boring around here.” The lean man yawned over at Bubba, who scowled as he came to stand beside him.

“Whatever. You’ve been entertained. But now we have these two to break in. Shall we start them off with a keg, as a welcome gift?” Bubba mentioned, giving his fat belly a slap.

“Ooh, that sounds like a great idea!” Bo agreed, quickly exiting the room and returning rolling a large keg in front of him. “We just happen to have one handy!” He moved it over to the front of the sofa and propped it upright.

“Alright, gentlemen, time for initiation number one!” Bubba announced, leading the two guys over to the sofa and seating them down on either side of the keg. Bo attached two hoses to the keg spout and handed one to Bubba. With a nod the pair then placed the nozzles on the end between each of the new pledges’ lips, and began pumping cold beer into their mouths in a steady stream. The pair gulped it down as best they could, having known things like this were going to happen as their initiation. They were prepared to take on whatever challenges were presented to them, and this was proving to be quite the challenge. Bo kept the flow of beer steady, barely giving the pair time to breathe before they had to swallow down another mouthful of beer. They both could feel their bellies filling with the liquid with each gulp, and they were beginning to feel a little light headed from the beer buzz. Bubba smirked watching the pair desperately trying to keep up with the stream of beer, and reached over to pat and rub both their filling bellies approvingly.

“That’s right, boys. Drink it all down like good little tanks. There’s more to come later!” Bubba encouraged, gently massaging their bellies while they grew more bloated and full, eliciting moans from both of them in between mouthfuls. They were definitely feeling the effects of the alcohol, getting a good buzz going and feeling that foggy feeling in their heads. Their shirts were stretched tighter from their filling bellies, which gurgled from all the beer sloshing around inside them. By the time the keg was drained, Cody and Jordan had become very intoxicated, their guts extremely bloated and distended to the size of basketballs. Bubba removed the tubes from their mouths, allowing the two men to lay back and moan in their drunken stupor. Bo walked over to the couch, a sly grin on his face. He sat down beside Cody and began to massage his round gut, Bubba doing the same to Jordan on the other side. The pair of new recruits let out a pleasurable sigh, the frat boys’ warm hands feeling so good against their full, aching bellies.
Both guts gurgled and groaned in happy response to the big hands caressing the tight surfaces, and Bubba exchanged a knowing glance with Bo. They knew they had two new kegs to fill up, and boy, were they ever gonna make them swell!

The next few days were a blur for Cody and Jordan, spent mostly in a drunken stupor or having their faces stuffed with food to help stave off any kind of hangover. Beer after beer, keg after keg were emptied into their big bellies, which grew rounder and firmer by the hour. The rest of the fratboys had now joined in to help with the constant filling of these two human kegs, and they all took turns massaging and enjoying the big bloated results of each swelling session. The pair had trouble waddling around with their huge girth and extra weight, when they could manage to get up off the sofa or roll out of bed, and their expansive bellies bumped into corners and knocked over items regularly when they tried to turn or maneuver around the frathouse. Each day was spent being filled and stuffed, and each night they went to sleep bigger than before. Their bellies gurgled and sloshed from all the beer, growing increasingly bigger and heftier each time.

By the end of the week, Cody and Jordan looked like a pair of giant beer balloons. They were so overfilled that the sheer size and weight of their huge, globular bellies forced them to have to waddle anywhere they went. Any extended movement would cause gas bubbles to burble up into their throats and come out as very loud, very deep belches that made them blush from embarrassment. Their giant guts were so taut and stretched that they resembled overblown balloons, the huge orbs making mobility difficult as it was becoming increasingly harder to fit through doorways or turn around without knocking over everything with their bulbous paunches. The struggle got to a point where they both barely left their spots on the sofa, which now bore large, deep indents from their heavily weighted bodies. All the stuffing Cody and Jordan were receiving had taken its toll on the rest of their frames, their asses widened and their backsides fattened, their bodies trying to counterbalance and accomodate their huge bellies. Then one day it finally happened. The end of their ‘initiation’ had arrived, and both Cody and Jordan breathed a heavy sigh of relief when Chris informed them of the news.

“Well, boys…looks like you made it through initiation! You are now members of Pi Alpha Bro! Congratulations!” The big man beamed, smacking both their bellies, which made a loud reverberating sound that showed just how tight as a drum they were. The resulting wobble and bounce their giant guts made had an adverse effect on the sofa they were seated on, as it creaked and rocked and finally broke under their combined weight. The pair tumbled to the floor with a loud, padded thud, all three men looking around them at the shattered sofa in shock.

“Damn…well, it was time for new furniture anyway. You two have become quite the heavyweights, haven’t you now?” Chris snickered at the two men, struggling to even get themselves upright, so weighed down as they were by their mountainous bellies looming up before them. They tried to rock themselves back and forth to gain momentum, but all that achieved was laughter from Chris, followed my a wicked grin crossing over his lips.

“Hey Bubba! Get in here, and help me with these two beer kegs, will ya?” The big man called out, and within moments Bubba came lumbering into the room, stopping short to look at Jordan and Cody and the smashed sofa on the floor.

“What the hell? Well damn, I liked that sofa!” Bubba stated glumly, walking over to stand beside Chris.

“Nevermind that now. Help me roll these two beer balls over to the storeroom, and get them set up. They passed their initiation, time to put them to good use.” With a pair of grins, the two big guys placed their hands on the two swollen young men and started to roll them along through the house. With groans and whimpers, Cody and Jordan tumbled along, each of them in turn getting stuck in the doorway to the storeroom. It took both Bubba and Chris pushing together to get each one through, making a ‘pop’ sound as they squeezed through into the small room. They were each propped upright next to each other, the confined space forcing them to be pressed up against one another, their taut bellies bulging out a bit at the side that was bearing down on each other. Their heads still spinning a bit from the dizziness of being rolled, they were caught by surprise when a tube was stuffed in each of their mouths. The hoses were attached to large kegs that were situated up on shelves behind them, beer flowing through each tube and into Jordan and Cody’s mouthes, where they were forced to swallow and gulp it all down. The pair watched the big guys pick up two spigots, then proceed to insert them in each of their bellybuttons. It was a strange sensation for the two guys, feeling the spigot be twisted into their navels until thru felt a strange pop in their bellies. Chris and Bubba each grabbed a glass, and to Cody and Jordan’s shock, filled up their glasses from the spigots.

“Ah, these two will do nicely.” Chris remarked as he raised his glass in salute to the two beer-filled guys.
“We were looking for a pair of giant tanks to hold all the beer for our parties, and these two lucky kegs just happened to wander in.” Chris clinked his glass with Bubba, who patted Cody’s huge, globular belly approvingly.

“It worked out great! Once we top them up, they’ll be all ready for tonight’s big party! They’ll be a BIG hit!!” With a chuckle, the big guys left the room, swigging from their glasses and chattering away to each other. Cody and Jordan were left alone to continue to fill with beer, easily slipping back into their drunken stupor state that they had grown accustomed to these last few days. Already they were starting to ease into their roles as the frathouse beer tanks, which, if Chris and Bubba had anything to do with it, they were going to be for a long, long time.

Description
The Broternity
_By Tommykat_

The afternoon sun shone down brightly over the university campus and surrounding houses, almost illuminating signs and lettering on the fronts of all the fraternity houses along the one street. The warm glow made most of the buildings look very inviting, but as Cody approached the frat house he had decided to try and join, he was a little intimidated by the big bellied frat boys lounging about on the porch. He wanted to join Pi Alpha Bro, the local fraternity for bros, but he wasn’t expecting them to be so big. Nor was he expecting so many of them to be right in front of him, making it difficult to gather the courage to march up to the door and enter. His slightly plump frame was nothing compared to those big boys, and he was feeling a little self conscious. He was so lost in his thoughts that he failed to notice the tall, slender-yet-soft, copper haired guy who strolled up beside him. The young man was equally intimidated by the group of frat guys on the porch, and stood shuffling his feet as he tried to muster up the courage to approach the house. Cody jumped a little, startled, when the tall man finally cleared his throat before he spoke.

“So, uh...you having trouble approaching the frat house too, Dude?” The young man inquired, looking at the porch uneasily.

“Yea man, all those guys up there look much bigger than me. I’m nervous.” Cody responded, letting out a big sigh.

“Well, how about we go up together? Power in numbers or something. I’m Jordan, by the way.” Jordan stated, extending his hand.

“Dude, that sounds great! I’m Cody. Nice to meet you, bro.” Cody shook his hand before the two both took a deep breath. Then the pair slowly strode up the the stairs of the porch and ascended them, before stopping at the top. Before they could advance any further, a mountain of a man with a huge belly stepped in front of them, folding his arms across his broad chest.

“Well, well, what have we here? A couple of new recruits to the broternity, perhaps?” The big man bellowed, his deep voice making the two guys cower a little.

“Oh, um...yes...maybe?” Jordan stammered, with Cody shaking his head in agreement beside him.

“Well then! Welcome to Pi Alpha Bro! We’re happy to have new recruits!” The big man clapped his large hands on each of their shoulders, and one of the other pot bellied guys on the porch snickered. “I’m Chris, and I’ll be the one in charge of your initiation. But for now come with me, and I’ll take you to the head of the broternity, Haus.” The big man turned and took a step forward, opening the door to the house as the pair looked at each other, wondering what this ‘initiation’ would be. Taking a deep breath again, they turned and entered the house. Chris lead them down a hall past several rooms, where more bros were chugging beer and arm wrestling each other. He finally opened a rather ornate-looking door at the end of the hall, and lead them into a surprisingly posh office. The furniture appeared to be solid oak, with red velvet upholstery on the chairs and sofa, the walls lined with bookshelves packed full of a wide variety of literary works. A few feet in front of the trio was situated a large desk and seated behind it was a very large man, smiling at the three of them. The two guys could tell he was a big man, even though he was seated, and were a little intimidated by him. When he stood up, however, the two young men stared with their mouths agape at the sheer size of the man. He was easily a foot taller than Chris and much broader, built like a tank with wide shoulders and a barrel chest. His belly, no longer hidden by the desk, protruded out so wide and round it looked like he had a yoga ball stuffed under his shirt. Cody and Jordan backed away a few steps when he approached them, and the large man laughed, his huge gut bouncing with every chuckle.

“Hello, gentlemen. I’m Chester Phillips, the head of Pi Alpha Bro. I know I’m a little imposing, but don’t let this big ol’ gut scare you.” The big man snickered, slapping his huge belly with both hands before giving it a couple hefts, letting it drop and bounce each time. He extended his hand, and each of them tentatively reached out to shake it, marvelling at how large his hands were, as well as how firm his handshake was.

“We have two possible recruits here, chief.” Chris announced, placing a hand on each of their shoulders and standing directly behind them.

“Ah, good, good. It’s always good to have some new blood in the fraternity! Welcome!” Chester greeted the pair, reaching down and grabbing Cody in a big bear hug, lifting him up off the floor. The young man felt his body pressed tightly up against the large man’s huge belly, the tight grip of his big arms almost crushing him in the embrace. He placed Cody back down, scooping up Jordan in the same bear hug, squeezing tightly. Cody stumbled back against Chris, catching his breath while he watched his new friend being enveloped by the fraternity head’s huge body before he set him back down as well. After Jordan recovered from the hug, Chester looked the pair over, noticing each of them was sporting a bit of a boner from the experience. The big man laughed in a deep tone, his huge belly bouncing once again in an almost hypnotic fashion. Cody and Jordan simply stared at it, completely mesmerized by the wobbling sphere.

“I can tell by your...*ahem*...expressions that you are enjoying our little broternity so far. How about we make you two official pledges, and get the ball rolling?” Chester offered with a wink, and the two young men looked at each other before responding in unison, “YES!!”
The huge man smiled down at the pair, placing his large hands on his round belly. “Excellent. I will handle all the paperwork, while Chris gets you both settled in.” With a nod, he returned to his desk while Chris escorted the two back out to the common room. A couple of the guys had come in from the porch and were now lounging on the sofa as the trio walked in, and Chris took the opportunity to introduce them all to each other.

“Bubba, Bo, I’d like you to meet out new broternity pledges. Jordan, Cody, this here are the two bros who are gonna help me get you two settled in.” Chris explained, and the two guts got up from their seats. Bubba was a short man, and very fat. He had to practically roll onto his side just to get enough momentum to get up. Bo, in contrast, was more lean and on the taller side, but still sported a beer belly on his frame. The two guys strode over and shook hands with the newcomers.

“Welcome to the fold, gentlemen!” Bo beamed at the pair, clasping each of their shoulders with his hands. “It’s good to have a pair of new guys. It was starting to get rather boring around here.” The lean man yawned over at Bubba, who scowled as he came to stand beside him.

“Whatever. You’ve been entertained. But now we have these two to break in. Shall we start them off with a keg, as a welcome gift?” Bubba mentioned, giving his fat belly a slap.

“Ooh, that sounds like a great idea!” Bo agreed, quickly exiting the room and returning rolling a large keg in front of him. “We just happen to have one handy!” He moved it over to the front of the sofa and propped it upright.

“Alright, gentlemen, time for initiation number one!” Bubba announced, leading the two guys over to the sofa and seating them down on either side of the keg. Bo attached two hoses to the keg spout and handed one to Bubba. With a nod the pair then placed the nozzles on the end between each of the new pledges’ lips, and began pumping cold beer into their mouths in a steady stream. The pair gulped it down as best they could, having known things like this were going to happen as their initiation. They were prepared to take on whatever challenges were presented to them, and this was proving to be quite the challenge. Bo kept the flow of beer steady, barely giving the pair time to breathe before they had to swallow down another mouthful of beer. They both could feel their bellies filling with the liquid with each gulp, and they were beginning to feel a little light headed from the beer buzz. Bubba smirked watching the pair desperately trying to keep up with the stream of beer, and reached over to pat and rub both their filling bellies approvingly.

“That’s right, boys. Drink it all down like good little tanks. There’s more to come later!” Bubba encouraged, gently massaging their bellies while they grew more bloated and full, eliciting moans from both of them in between mouthfuls. They were definitely feeling the effects of the alcohol, getting a good buzz going and feeling that foggy feeling in their heads. Their shirts were stretched tighter from their filling bellies, which gurgled from all the beer sloshing around inside them. By the time the keg was drained, Cody and Jordan had become very intoxicated, their guts extremely bloated and distended to the size of basketballs. Bubba removed the tubes from their mouths, allowing the two men to lay back and moan in their drunken stupor. Bo walked over to the couch, a sly grin on his face. He sat down beside Cody and began to massage his round gut, Bubba doing the same to Jordan on the other side. The pair of new recruits let out a pleasurable sigh, the frat boys’ warm hands feeling so good against their full, aching bellies.
Both guts gurgled and groaned in happy response to the big hands caressing the tight surfaces, and Bubba exchanged a knowing glance with Bo. They knew they had two new kegs to fill up, and boy, were they ever gonna make them swell!

The next few days were a blur for Cody and Jordan, spent mostly in a drunken stupor or having their faces stuffed with food to help stave off any kind of hangover. Beer after beer, keg after keg were emptied into their big bellies, which grew rounder and firmer by the hour. The rest of the fratboys had now joined in to help with the constant filling of these two human kegs, and they all took turns massaging and enjoying the big bloated results of each swelling session. The pair had trouble waddling around with their huge girth and extra weight, when they could manage to get up off the sofa or roll out of bed, and their expansive bellies bumped into corners and knocked over items regularly when they tried to turn or maneuver around the frathouse. Each day was spent being filled and stuffed, and each night they went to sleep bigger than before. Their bellies gurgled and sloshed from all the beer, growing increasingly bigger and heftier each time.

By the end of the week, Cody and Jordan looked like a pair of giant beer balloons. They were so overfilled that the sheer size and weight of their huge, globular bellies forced them to have to waddle anywhere they went. Any extended movement would cause gas bubbles to burble up into their throats and come out as very loud, very deep belches that made them blush from embarrassment. Their giant guts were so taut and stretched that they resembled overblown balloons, the huge orbs making mobility difficult as it was becoming increasingly harder to fit through doorways or turn around without knocking over everything with their bulbous paunches. The struggle got to a point where they both barely left their spots on the sofa, which now bore large, deep indents from their heavily weighted bodies. All the stuffing Cody and Jordan were receiving had taken its toll on the rest of their frames, their asses widened and their backsides fattened, their bodies trying to counterbalance and accomodate their huge bellies. Then one day it finally happened. The end of their ‘initiation’ had arrived, and both Cody and Jordan breathed a heavy sigh of relief when Chris informed them of the news.

“Well, boys…looks like you made it through initiation! You are now members of Pi Alpha Bro! Congratulations!” The big man beamed, smacking both their bellies, which made a loud reverberating sound that showed just how tight as a drum they were. The resulting wobble and bounce their giant guts made had an adverse effect on the sofa they were seated on, as it creaked and rocked and finally broke under their combined weight. The pair tumbled to the floor with a loud, padded thud, all three men looking around them at the shattered sofa in shock.

“Damn…well, it was time for new furniture anyway. You two have become quite the heavyweights, haven’t you now?” Chris snickered at the two men, struggling to even get themselves upright, so weighed down as they were by their mountainous bellies looming up before them. They tried to rock themselves back and forth to gain momentum, but all that achieved was laughter from Chris, followed my a wicked grin crossing over his lips.

“Hey Bubba! Get in here, and help me with these two beer kegs, will ya?” The big man called out, and within moments Bubba came lumbering into the room, stopping short to look at Jordan and Cody and the smashed sofa on the floor.

“What the hell? Well damn, I liked that sofa!” Bubba stated glumly, walking over to stand beside Chris.

“Nevermind that now. Help me roll these two beer balls over to the storeroom, and get them set up. They passed their initiation, time to put them to good use.” With a pair of grins, the two big guys placed their hands on the two swollen young men and started to roll them along through the house. With groans and whimpers, Cody and Jordan tumbled along, each of them in turn getting stuck in the doorway to the storeroom. It took both Bubba and Chris pushing together to get each one through, making a ‘pop’ sound as they squeezed through into the small room. They were each propped upright next to each other, the confined space forcing them to be pressed up against one another, their taut bellies bulging out a bit at the side that was bearing down on each other. Their heads still spinning a bit from the dizziness of being rolled, they were caught by surprise when a tube was stuffed in each of their mouths. The hoses were attached to large kegs that were situated up on shelves behind them, beer flowing through each tube and into Jordan and Cody’s mouthes, where they were forced to swallow and gulp it all down. The pair watched the big guys pick up two spigots, then proceed to insert them in each of their bellybuttons. It was a strange sensation for the two guys, feeling the spigot be twisted into their navels until thru felt a strange pop in their bellies. Chris and Bubba each grabbed a glass, and to Cody and Jordan’s shock, filled up their glasses from the spigots.

“Ah, these two will do nicely.” Chris remarked as he raised his glass in salute to the two beer-filled guys.
“We were looking for a pair of giant tanks to hold all the beer for our parties, and these two lucky kegs just happened to wander in.” Chris clinked his glass with Bubba, who patted Cody’s huge, globular belly approvingly.

“It worked out great! Once we top them up, they’ll be all ready for tonight’s big party! They’ll be a BIG hit!!” With a chuckle, the big guys left the room, swigging from their glasses and chattering away to each other. Cody and Jordan were left alone to continue to fill with beer, easily slipping back into their drunken stupor state that they had grown accustomed to these last few days. Already they were starting to ease into their roles as the frathouse beer tanks, which, if Chris and Bubba had anything to do with it, they were going to be for a long, long time.