University, Part 4

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Summary: Spin-Off of Campus. When Allison and her two best friends start their first semester of University, they immediately notice the strange dimensions of their fellow female freshmen. Contains: Female: belly expansion, breast expansion, stuffing, weight gain, butt expansion, pregnancy, multi-boob, and more.

This story is a work of fiction. As specified throughout the story, all characters featured in this work are 18 years of age or older.

Previous Chapter

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Allison was having another immersive dream.

But this time the stranger was someone she recognized.

Adam.

She grunted with each of his thrusts, his arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer, squeezing her as her insides burned. Her body tensing and tingling as the heat continued to build. The tension rising as she arched and groaned, and he—

Allison gasped awake, sitting up. She looked wildly around the room.

It was dark, Chloe and Emily fast asleep in their beds on either side of her.

Allison struggled to catch her breath. The dreams were only getting more vivid – more real. She could almost still feel his presence against her, her skin still hot from contact that had never been there in the first place.

And to think, her dreams now featured Adam, a young man she had only seen once, and hadn’t even officially met.

She drew up her knees and braced her hands against the mattress behind her, still breathing heavily, sweat rolling down her brow as she tried to cool down. Her thighs twitched. She could practically still feel him — still feel him filling her.

A tension hit her stomach. She sucked in a sharp breath, her face contorting as the tension spread into a blooming pressure, her back arching as a groan escaped her throat. She quickly covered her mouth, not wanting to wake up her friends. She didn’t know what was happening. It felt almost the way it had in her Philosophy class.

“Mmgghhh…” She felt the way she often did following a particularly heavy food binge. She was only getting tighter, her insides shuddering slightly, and then she could feel her nightgown shifting against her, her stomach pushing out, getting bigger. She released a choked cry, but it was again muffled by her hand.

And then it ended.

She slumped back in disbelief, her head hitting her pillow, her shocked gaze locked on the ceiling.

Meanwhile her hands reached down, trembling as they made contact with the warm curve of her belly, which was now more rounded and swollen than it had been before. This didn’t seem possible. She just didn’t know what was going on with her. How could her belly be expanding in such rapid growth spurts? Allison lay there stunned, her mind reeling as she tried to make sense of it.

She went rigid as she heard movement in the bed beside hers. She quickly pulled her blankets up to her chin, staring at the subtle hill that her abdomen now made beneath them.

“Wass goin on…?” Chloe mumbled sleepily.

Allison remained as still and silent as she could.

Eventually she heard Chloe’s breathing draw out and turn into soft snores again.

Allison’s body relaxed, if just a little. She directed her stare back at the ceiling, helplessly astonished, and remained like that for the next several hours, not getting any more sleep that night.

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In the morning, Allison pulled on the biggest sweater she could find in her closet. She still couldn’t figure out what was going on with her body or how she would even attempt to explain it.

She was too embarrassed to tell her friends what was happening. But then, maybe there was nothing to tell. Maybe she was freaking out over nothing. It could have been just a bit of bloating. Allison gulped and fidgeted with her sweatshirt.

“G’morning,” Chloe yawned as she walked out of the bedroom, absently picking a wedgie. The small pair of shorts she had worn to sleep looked skintight on her, and Allison found herself staring. Was it her, or had Chloe’s butt gotten bigger?

“Morning,” said Emily meekly as she walked out of the bedroom after Chloe, her head down and her arms crossed over her torso. Lately, Allison had come to think of Emily as fidgety. She seemed to be squirming constantly, especially with her arms around her chest area. She looked tense and stiff most days, but maybe she was still just acclimating to the University experience.

“Morning,” said Allison with equal awkwardness, again unconsciously tugging at her oversized sweater.

Chloe gave her a thoughtful glance, but nothing was said.

Allison waited for her two friends to get washed up and dressed, then the trio headed towards the dining hall for breakfast.

“I should probably just skip it…” Allison mumbled noncommittally, her stomach rumbling as though in rebuttal. She didn’t want to deal with any more of those weird growth spurts and felt almost afraid to eat.

“Oh come on, when else are we all gonna have time to talk?” Chloe protested.

“We’re together literally all the time,” Allison responded. “And I think we all have English later.” She pulled out her phone to double check her class schedule.

“Oh, shut up,” said Chloe.

Amused, Allison followed her two friends into the dining hall which was already full of chattering college students. She was not sure she could have stopped herself had she tried. Her stomach rumbled again, but thankfully, there was enough background noise that no one noticed.

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For breakfast, Emily nibbled on some toast, indulged in a bowl of cereal, and enjoyed a large glass of the thick, creamy raw milk, which was always available to all students at the dining hall buffet.

Emily felt a little dizzy whenever she thought about the things going on with her body. So she tried not to think about it at all.

She had woken up that morning to yet again find her hands in her shirt, rubbing and squeezing at the flesh there. Her breasts were warm, sweaty, and tingling as though she had been at it all night. Her sleep had been restless and complemented by more of those weird, sexual dreams she was having. Sometimes she would hope that all this was fine and normal for a woman of eighteen just starting University, but then she would go into the bathroom and regard herself in the mirror again.

As if developing the second pair of nipples wasn’t enough, her breasts appeared to be growing larger, especially the upper ones. At first, Emily hadn’t wanted to believe it, but her bras were undeniably getting tighter, the cups pitching into a padding of softness that hadn’t been there previously. What had once been measly A-cups were now fuller, fatter, and practically up to B’s. Most of the time she was still in denial about the sheer existence of the lower breasts, but they were really starting to get puffy. She was becoming a freak.

After she finished her breakfast, Emily got up for another glass of the unpasteurized milk, said to have come straight off the farm neighboring the University campus. She drank it in no time, and was even tempted to get some more. She didn’t know what it was about the raw milk, but she loved it. It just tasted so creamy and delicious. Before she could make a decision on whether or not to get more, one of the dining hall attendants walked by carrying a tray with several glasses of milk, offering them to students seated at the cafeteria tables. Emily waved her over and took two of the beverages. Allison also grabbed one, practically chugging the drink.

Emily sat back and observed her friends. Mainly, Allison.

Emily could not deny that it was intriguing to watch the skinny brunette gobble down half a dozen cream cheese bagels, as though she were starving. Allison followed that with a stack of pancakes which were practically drowning in butter and syrup. Afterwards, Allison sat there panting, drinking more milk to wash it all down.

Emily and Chloe exchanged uncomfortable looks. Chloe hadn’t eaten much herself, and was simply sipping on a protein shake.

“Hey girlie!” Another student stopped by the table. She was a busty redhead who was heavily pregnant, and wearing a skintight bodycon dress.

“Oh, hi Sandy,” Allison gasped out, lightly patting her chest with her fist until a small belch erupted from her mouth.

“So I’ve been working on something for our culinary class.” Sandy reached behind her and seemingly from nowhere produced a clear bag of muffins. Hell, it was the size of a kitchen garbage bag! “Wanted to see if you would try them. Let me know what you think?”

“Wow,” said Allison, staring at the pastry-crammed bag..

The muffins were various colors, some of them decorated, some of them iced, and Emily could even see creams, jellies, and custards seeping from several.

“Every single one is a unique color and flavor,” Sandy was saying. “I know, it probably seems over-the-top, but I really love baking. I’m applying for the Culinary Arts Goldman grant. So what do you say? Will you help me out?”

Allison stared uncomfortably at the bag of muffins, as though fixated. “So…you want me to…?”

“Just try each one and write a little note on it,” said Sandy. “Let me know what you think of the texture, the filling, the icing or glaze—just stuff like that. No big deal. Besides, I heard you liked sweets.”

That was news to Emily. There was a gurgling sound that seemed to be coming from Allison’s stomach region. Emily and Chloe exchanged another look.

“When do you need the feedback?” Allison managed.

“By the end of the day. No biggie.”

Emily was appalled. Was Allison really considering it?

“S-sure,” Allison stammered.

Emily was cut off mid-snort by a sudden wave of tingling itchiness on her ribs. She grimaced and stood, her face feeling hot. The others looked up at her.

“Gotta head to c-class,” Emily stammered, before hurrying off.

She made a stop again at the buffet line, where she found bottles of the raw milk lined up for students to take on the go. She grabbed several, shoving them into her backpack. She also grabbed a few packaged éclairs, before heading to her first class of the day.

18th-century European Theology proved to be mind-numbingly boring, but Emily dutifully stared at Professor Peña as she droned on. Like many of the other female professors, this one was extremely busty, her volleyball-sized breasts practically bursting out of the low-cut top she was wearing. Her breasts were just so plump and perky, with cleavage you could just drown in. Emily was certain she wasn’t gay, but for some reason she couldn’t help staring. Her throat was parched. She reached into her backpack, pulling one of the bottles of milk out. She drank half of it in a single go, before lowering to her desk, panting, and trying in vain to focus on what the lecture was about.

She felt so hot. Flushed and sweaty, her breasts tingling. She must have been fidgeting, because she could see some of her classmates giving her looks in her periphery.

Emily quietly got up, ducked her head, and shuffled for the door. Hugging her backpack, she slipped out of the classroom, and made her way to the nearest bathroom.

She locked herself into a stall and sat on the closed toilet lid, before reaching into her backpack and pulling out the bottle of milk she had gotten started on. She chugged the latter half, then threw the empty bottle in the garbage bin, breathing heavily. She pulled off her shirt, wanting to cool her hot, dewy skin.

She fingered the bandages encircling her ribs, covering up the second pair of nipples. She knew it was probably overkill, but the area was just getting so puffy, and quite rapidly. She was certain the area was growing. Developing into real breasts. A secondary pair. What if someone noticed?

Emily started to unravel the bandages, grunting in relief when her tender skin was freed of the tight compression. And then she was sitting there, topless, four small pairs of breasts heaving on her torso. B-cups above, A-cups below. Stacked there like the teats on a farm animal.

This was trippy.

Not wanting to think about it, Emily pulled out another bottle of milk. She drank ravenously, some of it dribbling down her chin, rolling between her tits. She finished the bottle, allowing it to drop to the floor. Initially intending to wipe the milk away, she found herself rubbing it in, massaging it into her breasts as she groaned and the skin tingled.