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This is a weight gain story. If you don't like it, don't read it

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You were a skinny girl when you went off to college. All of those years of Mom’s healthy meals and athletics had kept you nice and trim. Boys adored your slim stomach, toned butt, and perky boobs.

All of those assets certainly helped during the first semester of college. Flaunting your skinny body in crop tops and tight shorts got you access to all of the alcohol and boys you wanted, and you indulged. You could do whatever you wanted away from your parents now, and you took advantage of it and lived life to the fullest.

Not only did you indulge in boys and alcohol, but food came with that as well. All of the late-night partying provided you with a plethora of snacks and junk food. You use to be able to have them only as a treat with your parents, but now you could do whatever you wanted.

Your life was so good, you didn’t notice the 12 pounds you added to your frame over the first semester. Sure, your pants might’ve felt a little tighter, but the boys loved seeing your butt practically bursting out of your jeans. Plus those few you couldn’t button anymore just shrunk in the wash. Maybe not going to the gym anymore made you a tiny bit softer, but you still looked great right?

You would think you might slim down over break, but you just got even bigger. The holidays provided you with so much food to eat, and over break you only sat on the couch and watched TV. Sure, your parents mentioned you should go out and exercise, but you were far too lazy to do that now. Since you had gained such a love for greasy food, you were eating takeout AND Mom’s cooking now. The pounds kept piling on, but you didn’t notice since you lived in yoga pants and sweatpants all winter.

Getting dressed for the first day of the second semester was when you noticed your gain for the first time. Jeans no longer made it up your soft bubble butt. Those that did wouldn’t button over your little beer gut and thick hips you had been growing over the past 5 months, even when you sucked in. Only your fat pants for when you were really bloated from your period fit, and those showed off your new love handles in the worst way possible. After putting on a shirt, you turned and noticed your belly jiggled for a second after you stopped moving. You could see it very clearly in your now tight shirt. Your deepening belly button created an indent in the shirt as well. Looking in the mirror, you noticed acne on your face from the greasy treats. Your lifestyle was catching up to you, but you didn’t want to change it or accept it.

Going back to school was hard, especially the first party. Your crop top no longer showed off your slim stomach, but now showed a chubby, jiggling mass that hung over the top of your pants. Your tight shorts showed off cellulite-ridden legs and a wobbling, untoned butt. Dancing just got you tired and sweaty very quickly, so you went over to eat and drink to get your energy back. You didn’t realize you were consuming twice or three times as much as you did last semester, since you got so accustom over break to just eating all day. You started dancing again, but your full stomach did not like all of the movement. You started burping and farting from all of the air from the beer being let out of your body.

You wanted to get a guy to come home with you, so you kept dancing and tried to be as sexy as possible. However, no guy wanted to go home with the gassy, sweaty, out of shape girl with the fat beer gut. After a half an hour at trying, you gave up and decided that eating and drinking was more fun. You didn’t even notice the button popping off of your shorts and you indulged to distract yourself.

The rest of the semester followed the same pattern. You ate more and more and got fatter and fatter. Buttons gave out and pants ripped on a weekly basis. More acne and gas appeared as you ate more food. Your time spent getting dressed increased, as well as the time it took you to do your makeup to cover up the growing double chin and acne you had. It also took a lot longer to walk to class, and you would arrive breathing heavily and covered in sweat with larger and more sugary coffees as the semester went on.

You had turned the freshman 15 into the freshman 50. On your flight back home, you looked down at your bigger, sagging breasts. They rested on the massive, bloated stomach that pushed out and hid half of the tree trunk thighs that now rubbed together. Your rolls showed through your tight shirt, and you could even see a sliver of pale, soft flesh peaking out between your struggling jeans and your shirt. Angry red stretch marks showed up around your deep navel. Your butt made the airplane seat much comfier than the last trip, even though it was only a few meals away from breaking through your plus-sized jeans. All of your body was so much softer and flabbier than before. On that plane ride, you realized that you would never be skinny again. You would not be able to reclaim that fit body back, and even now you were likely as skinny as you would ever be. You would grow bigger and bigger and eat more and more until you could not get any fatter. However, you loved food, and now that you accepted the consequences, you would go out and enjoy life to the fullest. Just like the first semester, except for replacing the sex with more food. And you were now completely content.