Custom Creations - Former Soccer Star

Today we have a lovely story for you from our Custom Creation tier. We have another gem off a pitch by our friend James. This time the idea for the story was "high school soccer star becomes a partier."  This one ended up being a two parter, so for your reading pleasure, here are parts one and two. Thanks James for the support. I hope you all enjoy.

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“Pass the bong!” Something Kacy never thought she’d say. At least that was before she got to college. Kacy grew up in a small town, her biggest highlight being that she played soccer from the time she could run until she graduated high school. Kacy had gotten tall at a young age. Her blonde hair, athletic build, and strong legs made her one of the best female soccer players in town. Well the blonde hair didn’t help, but it did help attract a lot of the boys in her school. 

Although Kacy was an athletic girl, and played soccer year round, she was still a fairly shapely girl. Always hanging on to a little baby fat, giving her a bit of a softer physique. Maybe it was all the team carbo-nights, loading up on calories and team bonding the night before a big game, or possibly all the take out food during the long road game trips. Despite the extra calories Kacy was burning enough of them and built up enough muscle to stay in good shape.

Kacy made the state all star team in high school, and her school even were state champs her senior year. But like all good things, high school came to an inevitable end, and Kacy had to move on to college. For as good as she was at soccer, she was good for a small town and small state. No one was busting down her door to give her a scholarship to play at the collegiate level. Knowing this Kacy decided to go to a local in state school and get a degree in communications. She was very excited for her upcoming college experience. 

Although Kacy was going to a state school, she had picked the less popular of two options. Her hometown and high school were about a half hour drive from the biggest state school, where a majority of her graduating class would be going. Kacy felt that was a little too close to home, she didn’t want just high school part two. So she had decided to go to the smaller state school on the other side of the state, where no one from her graduating class would be. Kacy figured she’d prefer the smaller class sizes and slower pace of things over on this side of the state. 

She thought it would be an upside to go to a school where none of her classmates were going, but as soon as she moved in she felt very much alone. Thankfully her first week she bonded with some of the other girls on her floor, and things were looking much better. Her classes seemed fine, just mostly gen eds. Since the girls on her floor were her only social connection, she clung to them at any opportunity. Kacy quickly learned that this meant going to a lot of college parties. What Kacy didn’t realize when she decided to come to this school, was that it was notorious for parties. The classes were a breeze, which allowed the co-eds to party as much as they wanted.

The group of girls that Kacy had aligned herself with always seemed interested in going to parties. Kacy had stayed on the straight and narrow during high school, she knew if she got caught drinking or worse, that she could ride the bench for several games, or even get kicked from the team. But this was college now, there was no soccer team to get kicked from, no bench to ride, Kacy was going to get in the game. Going to parties with her girlfriends immediately felt like her carbo-nights with her old team, there was food, fun, and laughs all night. Kacy felt like if she missed even a single party that she’d miss out on some mega bonding moments with her new friends. This meant that Kacy was always down to party.

Kacy was loving college. Easy course work, tons of fun with her friends, and she even really liked drinking to her surprise. It took her forcing down a few cheap beers to get into it, but since then Kacy was able to drink like the best of them. She quickly learned to stay away from the light stuff, it was just way too watered down and unpalatable, so she always reached for the much richer more filling brews. Popping several of those a night, and Kacy was a happy girl. 

But of course Kacy had never been one to calorie count. She had always worked out hard, and burned most of the extra calories she took in. But dancing with her girlfriends at a frat party was a lot less exercise than doing sprints at practice. Kacy was aware of the freshman 15, and figured with all the parting they were all doing all the girls on her floor were prone to it, but by Halloween, her wardrobe was starting to feel snug. The cooler days were rolling in, and that meant everyone was layering their clothes, making those 15 pounds almost disappear. Raging lawn and pool parties started to move indoors, turning into basement parties with beer pong and flip cup. 

It was one night in early November that Kacy was first offered pot. Beer she had been good with, but pot wasn’t legal in her state, even though every month the political club held a “legalize it” rally in front of the cafeteria. If it wasn’t for the offer coming from one of her new closest friends she probably would have turned it down, but she thought she’d give it a try. That night she lived in the most relaxed haze she had ever felt. School had been fun, and fairly stress free, but this took her to the next level. She wasn’t worried about the few pounds she had gained, or how she was going to pay for the new clothes she desperately needed. She was just chill, and so were the friends she was with. The giggled and continued to drink. Of course an hour and a few joints later the munchies hit, and her and her bestie went in search of food, devouring a family size bag of chips and a party sized container of cookies in the wake. Kacy had been eating to her heart's content at the school cafe, but there was something about party food that she couldn’t resist.

So smoking became a regular thing at the parties she was at. And everytime she smoked she always got the munchies and ate way more than she should. 

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By second semester Kacy realized she had really packed on some pounds. She hid them under her college sweatshirt, just like she saw all of the other girls doing. Because she was able to hide them, she acted like they didn’t exist. She continued to eat to her heart's content at the cafe, and party every night that she could, drinking several beers, and munching on whatever she could get her hands on. 

Spring finally rolled around and the layers had started to melt away as the sun shined more and the temperature rose day by day. Kacy was apprehensive to remove said layers though, as what was hiding underneath was layers of fat. Kacy no longer resembled the athletic and muscular soccer player she was when she arrived at college. She now had the bod of a pudgy party girl. Her luscious blonde locks remained intact, but her face had gotten a bit rounder, a bit softer. If you couldn’t tell from her face, then as soon as you saw her chest you’d know. Her bust had grown two fold since college had started. Now sporting more than just a cupful, Kacy had purchased several new bras since she started school. Her boobs weren’t the only thing growing. A spare tire had grown around her middle. Formerly just a thin soft layer protected her abs, now those abs had almost completely disappeared, and her spare tire was looking close to over inflated. The rest of her had thickened as well, including her arms, hips, and legs. Her booty hadn’t taken much of the caloric assault, but it still tested the limits of her panties. 

Gobsmacked by her transformation, Kacy only felt she could take solace in the solidarity that her sisters had to be in the same boat that she was. Sadly that solace was nowhere to be found though. As the co-eds around her started to embrace the spring, she realized they had escaped the winter mostly unscathed. Of course the freshman 15 was real, and no one looked like they did in September, but Kacy looked more on track for the freshman 50 than the 15. Even her bestie from the room next to hers hadn’t gained as much as her. 

That didn’t stop all the girls from complaining about their new found pound though. As Kacy remained hidden under her extra layers, the girls around her started to leave the jackets and sweatshirts behind. Downtrodden about their weights, only Kacy knew what real weight gain looked like. Without her girlfriends to take solace in, she turned to the next best thing, food! 

Kacy had eaten her fairshare of goodies the past year, but really started to indulge in the one thing that had been a constant her whole life. Kacy found herself drawn out to parties even more, even without her friends asking her. After hanging out in the cafe for a good chunk of the day, eating whatever she wanted, Kacy would slam back a few beers before finding out who had the pot at the party. After her first bowl she started her munching. After a few beers and a bowl or two Kacy really became the life of the party. She’d do anything to get a laugh, so everyone loved having her around, even if she did eat a majority of the snacks that were there.

Finally it had gotten warm enough that it was weird that Kacy wore one of her several sweatshirts out every day. Her friends were all now in tee shirts and shorts as they walked around the quad as finals drew near for this semester. Of course her friends teased her about it, even though Kacy had gained so much weight there was no hiding it behind a sweatshirt anymore. Kacy had had enough, and finally removed her sweatshirt, revealing her pudgy body underneath. The girls knew Kacy had gained some weight from the way she ate all the time, and how pudgy her face had gotten, but they were not expecting this. 

Her boobs looked like mellons packed way too firmly in her bra. Her stomach looked like a donut, fluffy, yet firm. They could really see now how wide her hips had gotten, giving her much more curves than she had come to school with. Yet none of them said anything. It was obvious that Kacy was ashamed of all the weight she had gained, and no one wanted to put her down. 

While the rest of the school year would play out, a few of them would privately ask if she wanted to work out with them. Kacy knew what they were doing, but she wasn’t ready to make that kinda change, even though she wanted to. The reason being was that she loved going to parties, drinking way too much, getting high and eating until her stomach was painfully full. She had traded in her soccer career for the party girl lifestyle, and didn’t know what she would do without it. She wasn’t ready to change her whole way of life just to get her body back.

Kacy finished the year with all A’s, and had indeed leapfrogged the freshman 15 and tipped the scales at 50 pounds heavier than when she started school in September. She wasn’t sure what her future held, she was only enjoying herself in the present. She did think maybe next year she’s reign herself in, maybe then it would be time to cut back some.

Little did she know that the following September she’d find herself at yet another house party, stretching out a starchy XL red polo from McDonalds where she just got off her shift, unwrapping a big mac in her hands while shouting, “Pass the bong!”