University, Part 2

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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 strange, but wonderful, dreams.

A warm stranger against her, calloused fingers trailing against her waist, then gliding along the inside of her arm. She felt his hot breath pulse against the shell of her ear. She felt his solid weight on her, wrapped around her, and she could have stayed like that forever.

She gasped awake.

Allison blinked rapidly as she looked around. She was panting and tugging at the neckline of her pajamas, trying to get some cool air beneath the cotton. She couldn’t believe how flustered she was. All warm and tingly, and wet. She blushed deeply, wondering what had gotten into her. A glance around the dorm room told her Emily and Chloe were still sleeping. For this, she was relieved.

She shoved her sheets aside, feeling due for a nice, cool shower.

Allison got out of bed as quietly as she could, exiting the room and slipping into the dorm bathroom. There she enjoyed a shower cool enough to ease her oversensitized nerves. She took her time to wash her long, dark hair.

As she was getting dressed, Allison grimaced at the way her jeans were cutting into her stomach. There was no denying that she was bloated that morning. She wondered if her cycle was coming up, but that couldn’t be right. She’d just had her period two weeks earlier.

It could just be gassiness, she reasoned. All the new food she was eating. She would adjust. Sighing to herself, Allison pulled on a tank top, tied her hair up, and headed off to the dining hall for breakfast.

Again, the buffet got the best of her. It had an almost supernatural effect, rousing all her senses. How did the food look so appetizing, so perfectly arranged, so heady that even the aroma gave her a rush? There were fluffy cheese danishes, stacks of thick french toast with whipped cream and strawberries, fluffy scrambled eggs, thick slabs of bacon, grease-dripping sausages, and not a fruit in sight.

Allison went to work. Even when she intended for a modest amount, she couldn’t help loading up her tray. She had already finished a huge stack of waffles when her dorm-mates walked into the dining hall, looking bleary. One of the student workers had just collected Allison’s dishes when Emily and Chloe made it to her table.

“Weird dreams last night,” Chloe mumbled, rubbing her already-tousled brown pixie cut.

With her short hair and her love of athletics, Chloe had always been a tomboy, even despite her soft, feminine features.

“Really?” Allison responded, blushing slightly. That was an odd coincidence. She glanced to Emily, who was looking at the floor, but no one said anything more about their sleep quality.

College was certainly turning out to be odd.

“What have they got?” said Chloe, now looking towards the buffet.

Though Allison was certain she had already eaten three servings of food, her stomach inexplicably grumbled. Somehow she felt hungry even though she was stuffed, and it made absolutely no sense at all. “Literally everything,” Allison breathed, salivating as she followed Chloe’s gaze to the buffet.

“What are you gonna get?” Chloe asked.

Allison blinked as she registered that her friends hadn’t realized she had already eaten. “Probably eggs,” she automatically went along with it. What the hell was wrong with her? She was being an absolute pig.

Emily lifted her large water bottle and took several sips of what looked to be milk, before lowering the bottle and wiping her lips.

“Let’s go,” said Chloe, and the three walked over to the buffet, each grabbing a clean tray.

For her second breakfast, Allison loaded her dishes up with cheesy eggs, several slices of butter-soaked toast, lots of sausage and bacon, and a bowl of wheat porridge with plenty of honey on the side. When she got back to the table, she was surprised to see Chloe had gotten even more food than she had. Emily, meanwhile, had gotten a big bowl of porridge as her main course, and was pouring a mini carton of heavy cream into it. She also had a side bowl of oatmeal, a canned protein shake, some tea, and toast.

Allison wondered if it was first week-jitters that had them all eating so strangely and indulgently. She pursed her lips as her stomach grumbled again, and quickly got to work on her eggs.

“Does the food taste weird to you guys?” Emily suddenly asked, frowning down at her cream of wheat.

Allison and Chloe were too busy munching to offer even muffled feedback.

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Allison’s jeans were getting truly uncomfortable as she made her way to her morning class. She knew she shouldn’t have pigged out. Her stomach felt painfully tight, and she was consistently covering belches. After her shameful breakfast binge, all she wanted to do was take a nap, but it was far too early in her college career for her to even think about skipping classes.

Ironically enough, Allison was going to a Culinary Arts elective. She had been hoping it would just be a welcome day to go over the syllabus, but Professor Parker wanted them to get straight into the coursework.

“We start with the basics,” said Professor Parker as he circled the room like he was patrolling, his hands clasped behind his back. “Poundcake. It’s simple enough. Flour, wheat, eggs, baking powder, vanilla, cream, sugar, and plenty of butter.”

Allison did her best to follow the recipe, feeling a little nauseous by then, with her insides gurgling. For the umpteenth time, she wondered why she had eaten so much at breakfast. All she wanted to do was collapse. Instead, she diligently mixed ingredients at her designated counter.

“It is important to test the integrity of the ingredients,” Professor Parker uttered as he patrolled. Like most of the men around campus, Parker was tall and muscular, with a thick head of hair. He looked to be in his early thirties and had the build one might expect of a superhero fruitlessly trying to hide his identity under a tight button-down shirt. “Taste-test everything. Stale sugar or sour butter can ruin an entire recipe. Everything must be fresh, and rich. Our cream is unpasteurized. Our eggs are straight off the organic farm next door. We only work with the best of ingredients. Test everything before using it and ensure the quality is stable throughout.”

Allison was struggling. She would gulp a spoonful of butter or eat a pinch of sugar before she added them to her batter. If she didn’t, the professor always spotted her, and chastised her. This was her first day and she couldn’t mess up.

She took yet another gulp of the heavy cream before adding a cup to her batter. Her stomach was whining and she felt a little nauseous. She could feel the sweat beading above her brow.

Allison was so stressed, she hardly paid attention to the other students, whose bodily proportions were just as unusual as they had been in her prior classes, though less in sync. This time, there were women with huge breasts, others with round backsides, those who were visibly pregnant, and many who were just a combination of those things. All the women were curvy in some way. Well, all of them except Allison.

“Can I borrow some of your sugar?” a girl named Sandy startled Allison as she leaned on her counter. Though tall and skinny, Sandy had a huge belly. She had to be at least at term, maybe past due by then. Sandy was breathing audibly while rubbing her swell, looking all flushed, pretty, and fatigued. She was wearing tight athletic clothes, as though trying to make her condition as pronounced as possible.

It took Allison a moment to come out of her reverie. She averted her eyes as she realized she had been staring. “Sure,” she muttered, pushing her bag of powdered sugar towards the other girl.

“Thanks,” said Sandy breathily as she reached for the bag. Allison belatedly noticed the fat E-cups perched on Sandy’s chest. They were definitely noteworthy, but still secondary to the huge pregnancy.

Again, Allison averted her gaze.

Sandy offered what Allison could only describe as a knowing look, before she lifted the sugar and waddled off with it.

Allison lightly shook herself before turning her attention back to her recipe. She ladled up a generous portion of the batter and gulped it down, making sure the professor spotted her doing it. She was certain he would have caught her if she hadn’t.

They were running out of time. Professor Parker had them on a strict schedule. Students were hurrying about, some waddling, others jiggling. Allison often found herself jostled as round bellies or plump hips bumped into her. She did her best to keep her focus on the rise of her dough in the oven. Everything was even. She painstakingly watched it cook, waiting for that perfect pale almond color Professor Parker insisted upon.

Finally it was done. Allison retrieved her cake from the oven, breathing evenly as she watched it cool. She added on a lovely iced glaze of her own making. Finally, the class was coming to a close. Professor Parker went from student to student, examining each cake with a critical eye.

He stopped at hers, a frown on his face. “How does it taste?”

Allison blinked. She looked around. “Er… I didn’t…”

Parker gave a scoff of derision. “How many times have I told you? You have to taste your work!” The whole class startled at his volume.

Allison’s face went scarlet.

“How else are you going to know the quality?” he went on.

It was a fair point—but Allison was so stuffed, she thought she might puke.

There was a random, nervous giggle from one of the students a few counters away.

“Go ahead,” Parker urged.

With clumsy hands, Allison quickly cut a slice of her cake. She inhaled deeply, before lifting it to her mouth and taking a bite.

“You must ensure that the finished product is uniform. Everything should taste the same. All the ingredients must be balanced, evenly distributed.” He nodded expectantly to Allison after she finished the slice.

Allison’s stomach was aching, her waistband cutting painfully into her. Her insides started to heave, but she fought against the urge, then proceeded to cut a slice off the opposite end of the cake.

It really was delicious. Sweet and buttery. This might have been a nice treat had she not been so uncomfortably stuffed with food already.

But even after she ate two thick slices, Professor Parker did not appear satisfied.

Allison proceeded to eat every edge of her square-shaped cake, and even cut out a circle in the middle. By the time she was done, there was barely any cake left. She thought of all the ingredients that had gone into it. Six eggs. Five cups of sugar. Three pounds of butter. Her stomach gurgled and she swallowed back a belch.

“Excellent,” said Parker when he was finally satisfied. He moved onto the next college student, who had a pair of jugs the size of volleyballs practically bursting out of her cheerleading outfit.

Allison groaned quietly, folding her arms over her stomach and hunching over. There was another giggle. She squirmed and gripped the counter. She felt a stitch of tension. The button of her jeans popped off, her belly correspondingly pushing out two inches.

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After class, Allison decided to skip lunch, and went straight back to the dorms. She lay across her bed under the blankets, moaning pathetically, sometimes cradling her bloated belly. What had gotten into her? She resolved herself to making healthier choices going forward. Sure, the dining hall offerings were indulgent and exciting, but she was an adult now, and had to embrace a healthy diet.

“You okay, Allison? I brought you some food,” Emily said as she walked into the room.

Allison poked her head out from beneath her blankets. Emily was setting a tray on Allison’s nightstand. Upon it was a 12-inch sub sandwich, some fries, and several chocolate chip cookies.

Allison should have figured her friend would bring her food. Emily was always so kind and sweet; maternal, even.

“Not hungry, but — thanks,” said Allison with a pained smile.

“Well why don’t I just leave it here, and if you change your mind, you have something to pick at.” Allison shrugged as Emily headed for the door. “See you in English?”

“I’ll be there,” Allison managed, her stomach somehow grumbling as her eyes strayed to the sandwich.

With that, Emily left.

And Allison, well, she couldn’t help herself. She ate.