chapter 2

Max, unsurprisingly, was the first one to wake up in the morning. They quietly peaked into the bag to find it void of food, and double checked the fridge to confirm their suspicions. She ate both double cheeseburger combos on her own in one sitting right before passing out, and with who know how much alcohol and other snacks in her system already.

Max couldn't help but smirk to themselves. Maybe Adephagia really would answer their prayers. Only time could be sure.
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As the weeks passed, Britney's eating habits barely changed - maybe one or two extra snacks here and there - but her body was slowly starting to get ever so softer. Definitely not too noticeable yet, but Max was spending far more time than they would like to admit just staring at her body and inspecting every slight bit of plush. It definitely helped that she usually sat around their dorm in just a sports bra and shorts.

"I'm grabbing myself a snack, you want one too?" Max asked from the kitchenette.

Britney's eyes stayed glued to her monitor as she typed away at an essay. "Uhhh, yes. Can you just pass me the container of Oreos? I might be stuck here for a while..."

"Sure," Max said with a grin, setting the Oreos down next to the currently-thin brunette. "Good luck."

"Thanks!" Britney replied before popping an oreo in whole and getting right back to typing.
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"That's strange..."

Max looked up from their sketchbook to see their roommate having to jump a couple times before managing to slide her pants up all the way.

"You think they shrunk in the wash?" they asked. "That happened to a couple of my shirts. I don't think the machines here are the best."

"Hmm, probably," Britney replied as she buttoned up her pants with no issues, but if you paid attention you would see the beginnings of a muffin top beginning to stuck out a bit above the hem.

The brunette shrugged it off before continuing to get ready for class, grabbing a snack cake on her way out the door.
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"You want some pizza?"

The tall girl licked her lips. "Ohhh, pizza sounds good!"

Max glanced over at their roommate, noticing how her shorts and bra seemed to sink into her form a bit more than they used to. "Okay, I'll get a large one for us to split. Want some soda or cheesey bread?"

"Both!"
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Britney was the first of the two to head back home for Thanksgiving, which Max was happy about as they lit her pumpkin spice candle once again. Pulling out their prayer beads, they made another quick prayer to Adephagia that the brunette would have quite the appetite over the holidays.

And when they came back, Max was happy to see that she had returned with quite a few leftovers - far more than two people could share. They had a feeling that Britney told her family that she was going to share it with the dorm, but within a few days she managed to make quick work of all the leftover turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, casserole, ham, pumpkin pie, apple pie, and pecan pie.

If she found anything odd about her appetite, she certainly didn't vocalise it. It was becoming normal for her to go through a box of junk food in one sitting while working on her homework. And when she wasn't stuck in the dorm, Britney would be out drinking with her friends late into the night and coming home with greasy burgers to pack down before bed to attempt to fight off the pending hangover.

"Hnnng, come onnnn..." Britney mumbled to herself, struggling to button up her jeans as she sucked in her breath. When she finally succeeded, she sighed with relief and quickly zipped them up. "I think you're right, Max. They must be shrinking in the wash."

The green haired student nodded in agreement, nibbling on a snack cake. "Told ya. The machines here are pretty old and cheap."

"But they are also free for us to use," Britney added with a shrug, denim creaking slightly as she bent over to pull a sweater from her dresser, her belly folds sticking out a few inches in the unflattering position. "I might just do some clothes shopping over Christmas break with my mom."
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To the rest of the campus, they might have just assumed Britney was just wearing a lot of layers when the second semester started. It was still winter, after all, and it was going to be quite a while before spring started sharing her warmth.

But Max got the whole show back at the dorm room. Even with the older weather, the brunette simply jacked up the heat a bit and walked around in her sports bra and shorts like usual. It was very obvious now that they were a couple of sizes too small. Her breasts were visibly bubbling up out the top of the bra, and her shorts were looking more and more like a pair of panties everyday. Her butt was starting to stick out like a shelf and her thighs were touching halfway to her knees. Her little pouch of a belly was starting to sag ever so slightly, but wasn't nearly big enough to hide anything.

And still she sat at her desk, studying away while tossing junk food into her mouth, seemingly completely unaware of what her eating habits were doing to her once silvete form.

It certainly didn't help that another habit was picked up while she was staying with her family. Apparently, her uncle was basically addicted to soda, so they had to always have soda available for him to drink. Britney soon found herself dipping into the soda stash frequently herself and now she regularly bought twelve packs that would last her 2-3 days at most.

Max was laid across their bed and snacking on some chips, reveling in how well things were working out as they admired all of her new rolls. It had only been a couple months but changes are astronomical. And her growth certainly wasn't stopping anytime soon.