University, Part 3

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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.

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She couldn’t believe it had already been two weeks.

College was odd, but Emily thought she was adjusting well. Things only got awkward when she called home and tried to tell her sister and parents about the “college experience.” Other than that, Emily had come to terms with the bizarre scene. After all, who was she to judge anyone?

Emily yawned as she sat up in bed, her limbs heavy and her head feeling as though it was stuffed with cotton. She could see Allison and Chloe were already gone to their classes. She grabbed her phone off her night table to find that she had overslept yet again. “Crap,” she mumbled. She wouldn’t have time to look over her science notes, but at least she still had time to take a shower and maybe grab a piece of toast on her way to the lecture hall.

Lightly shaking her head, Emily got up, grimacing at how awkward and sore her torso fell. There was that itching, tingling sensation, but she tried to resist scratching at her ribs. She felt as though she had been up half the night, tossing and turning, rubbing her irritated skin. It must have been something in the campus laundry detergent. She would have to look into alternative laundry services or even start washing her own clothes.

Emily made a quick stop by the kitchenette, opening the mini-fridge and looking around the shelves in desperation. She was so thirsty. But the water jug was empty. She unthinkingly grabbed Allison’s quart of milk and unscrewed the cap. Judging by the weight, it was mostly full. Not bothering with grabbing a glass, Emily brought the carton to her lips and chugged it, hardly thinking about how inappropriate this was. It wasn’t hers.

Emily wasn’t usually one to test her friends’ boundaries, but something just felt wrong with her. If she didn’t drink it right now, she was certain she would die of thirst.

It took her only a few minutes to drink the whole quart of milk. After she finished, she gasped for breath while wiping her hand across her mouth.

Somehow she still felt vaguely thirsty, but this would be sufficient for the time being. Returning the empty carton to the fridge without paying attention, Emily closed the fridge door and walked into the bathroom.

She had to pick up the pace. She hurriedly pulled off her pajamas, then turned to grab her toothbrush off the counter. But as Emily faced her reflection, something gave her pause. She slowly looked up to stare at herself in the bathroom mirror.

She rubbed her eyes and blinked several times. She lightly shook her head then gazed at herself again, wondering if she was still half-asleep.

But her reflection hadn’t changed. On her chest were two pairs of nipples instead of one. Four nipples in total.

She reached out to the mirror, wondering if it was broken. One hand. Five fingers.

Four nipples.

“What the fuck,” Emily breathed, stepping back, stumbling. She looked down at her chest to confirm it. She raised her hands, slowly gliding her fingers over her original pair of nipples. Then she dragged her fingers down her breasts and to the newer, second pair.

A shuddering breath escaped her throat. “Oh my god,” she choked out. They were very real, and very sensitive. Her knees grew weak as she touched them again, ascertaining that they were truly there.

The room swam. Emily stumbled over to the tub edge and eased herself down to sit there before her knees could completely fail her.

-

Chloe had a perpetual wedgie.

Somehow, her panties had shrunk in the laundry.

She had been thinking about switching to boxers anyway. Having grown up with three brothers, Chloe wasn’t really into girly things. At all. It still baffled her she had become such good friends with Emily and Allison over the years.

Chloe had signed up for her Physical Education elective specifically to indulge her need to participate in sports. In high school, she had played kickball, hockey, and had even made the boy’s soccer team.

Chloe walked into the campus gym a few minutes late to Physical Education. She was wearing shorts and a T-shirt, expecting to just jump into a game.

What she hadn’t expected to see were two rows of women in tight leggings doing squats, under the instruction of a busty blonde professor.

Chloe froze, tempted to just turn around. Unfortunately the professor spotted her.

“You’re late!” cried the blonde as she pointed at Chloe accusingly. The woman seemed to be in her late twenties, and looked like a supermodel in the sharp perfection of her features. Chloe suspected she was wearing makeup, which seemed plain dumb for a PE instructor. The professor also had a very curvaceous body.

“You can take that spot right up front,” said the professor brattily. “Don’t be late again! I’m Professor Penelope.”

Chloe was highly doubtful “Penelope” was the professor’s surname, but she refrained from remarking. She refused to jeopardize her basketball scholarship so early in the term.

Obediently, she went to the designated spot right in the front, and dumped her bag beside her.

“I didn’t tell you to stop!” Penelope called over the class, much of whom were dawdling. “Aannd squat!” The two dozen other students in the class all squatted simultaneously. Reluctantly, Chloe joined in. “And squat!” Penelope called. They all did it again.

Chloe wondered if this was a warm up. She hoped there would be something more fun and stimulating.

“Aaand squat!”

Chloe, and the class, kept squatting.

-

It was Allison’s first Philosophy lecture.

Last week’s class had been canceled since the professor had called out, perhaps for reasons related to her being heavily pregnant.

Professor Paget looked past-due with multiple babies. Allison was honestly astonished the woman was still working.

“Let’s get personal,” said the professor as she stood before the lecture hall of students, her hand rubbing her huge belly lovingly. “I’d like everyone to take turns getting up in front of the class and introducing themselves.”

Allison instantly felt nervous. She was prone to shyness in front of large groups. On top of that, she was starting to get self-conscious about all the bloating she was dealing with of late.

But she couldn’t deny she was intrigued. Especially considering the fact that most of the students in this class were pregnant, or at least looked it.

“I’ll go first,” said one of only three male students in the room. He instantly caught Allison’s attention. The guy was tall and attractive, and had the most intense gray eyes Allison had ever seen. He walked smoothly to the front of the room, throwing a glance to the side, been looking directly into the group of students. Allison stopped breathing when his gaze locked on hers.

“My name’s Adam,” he said in a husky voice. “I’m from up North. I’m a sophomore majoring in Bio-Chem. Nice to meet everyone.” With that, he returned to his desk.

He was from the North? She was from the South. She wondered if he would find her to be unsophisticated. Adam was such a classic name. So old-fashioned, just like Allison. Her mind wandered aimlessly as she watched several heavily pregnant college students take their turns waddling up to the front of the class and introducing themselves.

“Next. Next? Hellooo? Girl in the blue?”

Someone tapped her shoulder. Allison snapped out of her reverie, looking around to find everyone in the class staring her way, Professor Paget’s brow quirked in mild irritation.

“Oh! Sorry,” said Allison, jumping to her feet with a wince. She was still full from the box of donuts she had gobbled down as a post-lunch snack. Her stomach was slowly getting used to being full almost continually. She knew it was unhealthy, yet it rewarded her with a soothing, sleepy sensation, and a warmth that ran from her toes to her face. Of course, this could not mitigate the fact that Allison was putting on weight at a concerning rate.

She hurried in front, managing to find comfort in the fact that she was probably the smallest person in the room.

“Hi, I’m Ally. Well, Allison. You can call me whatever.” She blushed, thinking of how idiotic she must have looked as she rambled there. “I’m still new here, just a freshman. I really wanted a philosophy elective since my major is still undecided, but I’m leaning towards…er…” She trailed off, grimacing in discomfort. She really had eaten more than she should have. “S-sorry,” she stammered, but it was only getting worse. Pressure was surging low in her stomach, as though it was struggling to digest the latest load of food she had stuffed into it. She breathed heavily, starting to sweat as her face reddened. How could this be happening now, of all times? Her belly emitted a mortifying gurgle as the tension surged, and she could hardly hold it in. It was bloating more, bloating — visibly. Pushing out as she groaned, clutching it, her knees twisting, and her belly actually pushing forward as her shirt tightened around it.

When it stopped, Allison was panting. The whole class was staring. This felt like a bizarre nightmare.

And then someone started to clap. Slowly, the other students joined in. Soon the whole room had broken into applause, including Professor Paget, everyone smiling good-naturedly as they regarded Allison’s frazzled state. Adam gazed at her, silently curious. The whole situation was insane.

Overwhelmed, disoriented, and humiliated, Allison folded her arms over her waist and did the only thing she could think to do. She ran out of the room.

She spent the following two hours in her dorm room bathroom, wearing just a bra and leggings, examining herself in the mirror from all angles. She tried to suck it in, to straighten out, to hunch slightly, but nothing made the mound any less real. It was a very blunt and clear bloat sticking out from her torso. She was a skinny girl. She was starting to look —

Allison dared not even think it. After all, it had been over a year since she had been sexually active. Despite what the paunch looked like, that wasn’t remotely possible.

It gurgled, and she groaned, hugging it. Maybe she should consider seeing the campus nurse.

She heard some movement outside. The others were home. Allison pulled on a baggy T-shirt, drew a deep breath, and exited the bathroom.

She still felt unsettled from the earlier events, but she was determined to hold it together. Allison forced a smile and asked, “How were your classes?” She couldn’t help noticing the troubled look on Emily’s face, and the bemused one on Chloe’s. Allison opened the mini-fridge and pulled out her milk carton, frowning as she realized that it was empty.

“G-good,” Emily squeaked out, and said nothing more.

The room grew oddly silent, no one really saying much. And it was at that inopportune moment that Allison’s stomach released another audible gurgle. She blushed.

“Everything okay?” Chloe said, eyeing her.

Allison folded her arms, hunching a bit. “Just packing on that freshman fifteen,” she grumbled bitterly, her long hair curtaining her face.

“You can say that again,” Chloe grumbled as she staggered over to the couch. “Do you know all we did in PE were squats? For the whole class! It’s the only thing on the syllabus! She just wants us to do squats for the whole fucking semester, and then after class she had us chugging these high-calorie protein shakes. You’d think we were bodybuilders or something!” She flopped herself down across the couch, then released an exacerbated whine as she spread her presumably-sore thighs.

“That’s lame,” said Allison blankly.

Emily remained uncomfortably silent as her arms hugged against her torso.

“So what are we doing this evening?” Allison added, perking up a bit.

Chloe poked her head out from the back of the couch. “Mall?” she suggested.

“Mall,” Allison agreed as Emily sighed and nodded.

-

At least it was a distraction from the fuckery of campus.

Allison went into a department store and tried on some clothes, hoping for some pants that would actually button, and some tops that didn’t stretch out and show off her bulge.

But those were few and far between. Fortunately, she found a spring dress with an empire waist and fairly poofy skirts. She paired it with some combat boots and looked quite bad-ass.

She regrouped with Chloe and Emily, the trio wandering around the expansive building. She could see Chloe had bought some sweatpants even though she was usually a jeans girl. Oddly, the only thing Emily had picked up were some compression bandages. I’m not even gonna ask.

With a jerk of her chin, Chloe motioned towards the food court. “Pizza?” she suggested.

“Pizza,” Allison agreed as she made a beeline for the aroma of melted cheese.

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