Cameron's mind was racing, he felt the buzz of the beer start to slow his thoughts down to the same speed as the jocks that were hazing him. In his drunken stupor, he knew he needed to get away from them. Without hesitating, Cameron took off from the jocks, stumbling and bumping into the walls as Cameron had never been drunk in his life.
Simon and Devon saw Cameron's drunken running and decided to let him escape. "Poor nerd doesn't know how sick it is drinking beer with your teammates!" Simon remarked. "Yeah, he'll be craving that beer soon enough bro!" Devon replied. The two jocks knew the beer would do all the work for them.
Lucky for Cameron, his house was only a few blocks away. Cameron was embarrassed by his running, knowing that everyone he passed was giving him a strange look. Cameron felt his belly sloshing with the beer, which was making him burp constantly on the run home. After less than a minute of running Cameron was winded and could only walk the rest of the way, still burping from the beer.
Cameron made it home and rushed straight to his room, telling his mom he felt sick and was skipping dinner to sleep in. His mom didn't even bother to respond. Cameron decided to take a quick shower to cool off, but suddenly felt so...sleepy....so....heavy........
Cameron passed out on his bed, the beer hit him hard and knocked him out. However, the beer started to do it's work to Cameron's body. His belly expanded, forming a minor beer gut and growing some wiry brown hairs around the navel. It was subtle, but profound at the same time. Cameron also found himself having strange dreams of drinking beer and doing keg stands at football parties in his sleep.