"Bwwwwworrrrrrrrrrpppppp!"
Alisa Thompson moaned as she rolled over onto her side on her dorm's couch. The scattered remains of her take out order lay on the floor beneath her; an XXL Pizza box was lying open, the crusts picked clean. An empty box of chicken nuggets was kicked to one side and a large tub of Ben and Jerry's chocolate fudge ice cream was half empty and melting on the table beside the couch.
Not for the first time this week, Alisa was completely stuffed, and already regretting it...
Her first year at college had gone well, all in all; her grades were up, she'd made friends, and she loved the lifestyle...but her body, once her pride and joy, once the envy of every girl at school...but really taken a hit.
Once possessing a slender, curvaceous figure that would have been the envy of any supermodel, Alisa had found herself succumbing to the freshman fifteen during her first year. She had been convinced she would be immune to the curse of those additional freshman pounds, but the combination of partying, studying, snacking and constant junk food had taken a toll on her waistline.
Despite her best efforts to exercise, she had found herself so immersed in her studies that she never had time. The free time she did have she spent socializing, and every night out inevitably ended with a takeaway. When at the dorm, she always ordered in, when hanging out with friends, they always ordered in...and so it had continued.
Alisa's constant eating had inevitably led to her piling on the pounds, and before she had even really realized how her body was changing, the freshman fifteen had become the freshman thirty, then the freshman fifty...and beyond.
Alisa was shocked at just how gluttonous she had become and how big she had grown. She was so embarrassed that she had become more of a shut in during her second year, determined not to go out until she lost all the weight. Unfortunately, that had the side effect of making her more sedentary and speeding up her weight gain.
And so, here she was, in her sophomore year, sprawled out on her couch, absolutely packed full of Pizza, and weighing in at a whopping 231 pounds. Her arms and legs had grown thick, her ass stuck out behind like a shelf and her belly had rounded out into a large, soft ball of chub. Atop her bloated gut sat her huge breasts, which had expanded even more during the last few months, overflowing her bras, bursting straps, and generally getting in her way.
God, she had gotten so chubby. So fat.
The only part of Alisa largely unaffected by her gain was her face, which was handy when she needed to FaceTime someone back home and pretend she looked exactly the same.
Another belch escaped her lips as she rolled onto her back, her belly just about visible beneath her massive cleavage. She wore a black tank top which she had pulled up over her full belly to give her some extra room, and her pants were hanging open, the button have burst off during her feast.
Alisa gently massaged her dome of a belly with both hands, soothing the gurgling, groaning noises coming from inside her.
"Urghhhhhh..." The silver haired girl groaned. "I need to stop doing this..."
She knew she needed to lose this weight, and she was confident she would, but it was just so hard to stay motivated. If Adam had been here, he could have helped, but none of her friends here really worked out, and even if they had, she wasn't sure she wanted them to see her puffing and jiggling away at a treadmill.
With a grunt, Alisa pushed herself up, grabbed the tub of melted ice cream, and started chugging it down.
May as well finish it, no room in the freezer anyway...
Upending the thick, delicious ice cream into her mouth, Alisa swallowed rhythmically, each gulp causing her swollen, round gut to expand a little more. She finished the last gulp, dropped the box on top of the empty pizza box, and belched noisily, gently stroking her inflated tummy as she surveyed the ruins of her meal.
I can't believe I ate all that. I've turned into such a pig.
With considerable effort, Alisa heaved her food stuffed body off the couch. Her belly bulged free, hanging over the waistband of her jeans, pushing her zipper down and expanding into the gap left behind by her popped button. Her jeans were halfway down her ass, revealing panties that were little more than a thong, and two large, flabby butt cheeks which were escaping them.
Grabbing her gravid stomach in both hands, she waddled across the room, exhausted, and shuffled out of her jeans, shimmying them down her wide hips and kicking them aside. She couldn't be bothered to reach down and pick them up, nor tidy up the take out boxes. She pulled her tank top over her head and tossed it on the floor, then collapsed into bed, her entire body jiggling as she hit the mattress.
Soon enough, the food coma came on in full force, sending her to sleep...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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