Junior 80

WeaponZee on Deviant Art has two amazing stories about a college co-ed gaining weight, Freshman 115 and Sophomore 70. The stories are from four years ago and he hasn't posted anything in about three years, so I didn't think he'd be returning to what he started. I got an idea for junior year, and wrote out how I thought it would start. I'm not sure if I'll ever go back and finish the second part. I tried reaching out to WeaponZee for permission and never heard anything back. So I at least thought I would share what I have with you all. If you haven't read the first two, I'd recommend that before enjoying this one.

Junior 80

This couch had been good to Heather, she always felt comfortable on it. Over time the cushions had taken quite a load, as their lardy owner only continued to gain weight. Her typical spot had received so much heft over the past few years that the supportive foam under the fabric started to change its shape. There started to be a large butt shaped dent in the wide cushion, where Heather was typically occupying. 

Heather was cramming for her last few finals, and for Heather that meant textbooks and brain food. She had loaded up at the store after her mid afternoon final let out, and the contents of the purchase were either next to her or on the floor. Her hand was going in and out of bags of chips until there was only grease remaining on the sides of the bag. 

Her mind started to wonder from her studies, and she started to think how the end of the school year was fast approaching. Last year at this time Heather was just realizing how out of control her gaining had gotten. She had put herself on auto pilot and the results were another 100lbs on her already wide frame. When she thought about it now she realized that she had gone through the five stages of grief after that. It was the death of her skinny body and she had just been shaken out of denial.

It was then that she transitioned into anger. Heather berated herself for letting this happen. Thankfully she didn’t take it out on anyone, she could have easily given Amanda an earful for letting her continue to ruin her figure. Anger went by quickly and was followed by bargaining. Thankfully bargaining didn’t last long either. As the school year was ending Heather bargained with herself that now that she was aware of just how fat she had gotten she could reverse her fortune, start eating less and stop sitting on her rear as much. But as soon as she arrived home for the summer she fell into her old lazy ways, and ate to her heart's content. 

This is when she moved on to the fourth stage, depression, which is where she stayed for most of the summer. Heather was down in the dumps about her new weight, and inability to motivate herself to lose any of it. The only solution was to eat her depression away. Eating made all the other thoughts go away, and so she really packed it away over the summer. It wasn’t until she was getting ready to go back to school that she moved into acceptance.

After a summer long binge, resulting in an additional 50 lbs of flab, Heather was finally able to accept she was never going to be skinny again, she was a fat girl through and through. Back in school Heather ate anything and everything that she wanted, not holding herself back in the least. If she was a fat girl she was not going to feel bad eating like one, especially when all the local spots served abundance amounts of delicious foods.

Heather heard the familiar sound of her door unlocking. It was Courtney returning from one of her numerous dates with Rich. “Heya Heather.” Courtney said as she scooted over to Heather on the couch dropping her leftovers in her roommates lap. After coming back to school almost 400 lbs, Courtney had learned pretty early this year that Heather was now an eating machine. She couldn’t leave anything in the fridge for long without it disappearing. So at this point she just took to handing any leftovers right to Heather to avoid any disappointment. 

“Alfredo pasta, score!” Heather exclaimed as she popped open the take out lid, reaching for a fork. “I love when Rich takes you out for Italian, the portions are so big.”

Courtney knew that fact well enough. She placed one hand on her distended belly, full from this evening's meal. “You’re telling me. Rich is always ordering apps, and I can’t even finish my entre.” Courtney’s plumping had showed no signs of stopping either. Multiple nights a week she was going out to dinner with Rich, eating the super sized portions from the restaurants in town. The pounds continue to expand her curvy figure, filling out her bust and back side, and leaving her with a small but sizeable pouch of a belly. She might have been gaining half as fast as her roommate, but that was still saying something. 

“Don’t worry, you’ve got someone who will always handle your leftovers.” Heather said with a smile.” 

“Yeah thanks…” Courtney said sarcastically, as she watched Heather suck down the cheesy noodles. The leftovers disappeared quickly, leaving Heather only hankering for more. She started to shift her bulk to depart from the couch, and Courtney had already gone off to change for bed. As Heather pulled a pint of ice cream out of the freezer she could hear Courtney holler from the bedroom. “Rich wants to take me to breakfast tomorrow, wanna come?” She asked.

“God, where does your boyfriend get the money to take you out all the time like this?” Heather replied, popping the top off the ice cream and cramping her spoon into the creamy treat. 

“Oh, his family is loaded, like big money.” Courtney replied, joining Heather back in the main room of their suite. Courtney was bulging out of her pajamas. She looked like an inflated cow, with her hooters taking up so much space they lifted her shift to reveal her soft pink belly slightly hanging over her waistband. And her sleep shorts didn’t seem any better off. The looked to be digging into her soft sides, the fabric most taut around her rear. 

Heather relished in the fact that her roommate wasn’t a stick thin workout-aholic. Courtney might not have embraced the fat life yet, but she certainly wasn’t on any sort of diet. It made her feel better about wearing stretched out sweats around the room. Heather had a hell of a time containing all her extra poundage. She felt like they could only put so many X’s on the clothings label. She had long gotten to the point where they just put a number to represent how many X’s large the item was. Also stores varied widely when it came to clothing this size, and she usually had to try on a vary of sizes to find the right match, but it was usually around the 6XL at this point.

“As much as I’d love for money bags boyfriend to pay for my breakfast, I’ve already made plans with Amanda for tomorrow morning.” Heather sounded a little defeated. She would have loved to go all out on someone else’s charge card. She constantly had to keep account of her spending when she was eating out, not a factor she enjoyed doing. 

“Suit yourself.” Courtney replied as she turned back into the bedroom for the night. Heather plopped back down in her dented spot in the couch, and continued to spoon ice cream into her mouth.

“Mmm, rocky road is delicious.” Heather moaned as she treated herself. 

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