chapter 3: denial

Since Evelyn started college in such great shape, it took a while for her newly formed bad habits to catch up with her, but catch up with her they eventually did…

It was midterm season, and classes were beginning to drag Evelyn down. She stayed in a few nights to focus on her studies. Skipped a few parties. However, being a responsible student came with a price. Evelyn learned quickly that she could only study for so long before making a run to the local eateries on campus for a snack.

Little did Evelyn know, but this is where her downfall began. By the time homecoming rolled around, her late-night food runs had become part of her daily routine and her once flawless figure was beginning to sport the early signs of Evelyn’s indulgences…

“I can’t get this zipper up all the way, can you do me up Adrianna?” Evelyn asked, as she turned her back to her bestie and got an eyeful of herself in the mirror hanging from the inside of her closet door.

For homecoming she’d chosen to wear a rather plain floral print sundress. Mint green in color, the dress really brought out her eyes, but the real attention grabber, as always, was her monstrous cleavage. Her breasts had been feeling rather tender recently and looked a little swollen. Evelyn figured that the sensation was being caused by her period, so she didn’t overly dwell on it. Instead, she took another sip from the rum and coke she was pre-gaming with.

With a quick, but firm, zip, Adrianna replied with tipsy energy, “There you go! All set!”

Unlike Evelyn’s modest selection, Adrianna had chosen to wear a tube-top and mini skirt combo. In Evelyn’s opinion, it didn’t really do Adrianna any favors. The hard partying freshman sensation had indulged to her heart’s content these last few weeks and it showed. The once lean-figured Puerto Rican was sporting a muffin top. She’d gained the freshman 15 all in her belly.

“How do I look?” Evelyn earnestly questioned, as she struck a pose for her fun-loving roommate.

“Hahaha, Boobalicious!” Adrianna laughed clearly far tipsier than Evelyn was.

Adjusting her dress around her tummy, Evelyn couldn’t shake the feeling that her outfit felt tighter than usual. Taking another sip of her drink, the curly haired blonde asked, “Seriously? It’s not too tight, is it? I feel so bloated.”

“It’s the alcohol.” Adrianna assured her, as she drunkenly rubbed Evelyn’s slightly rounded tummy, and then rubbed her own ball of a beer gut, “Don’t sweat it.”

Trusting Adrianna’s honest appraisal, Evelyn didn’t sweat it. Instead, she remembered her period and decided to herself, ‘It’s just water weight.’

Besides, she had more important things to worry about, Rob, her boyfriend was visiting tonight for homecoming. She was looking forward to spending time with him on the dance floor, and in the dorm room. Phone calls and text messages just weren’t as good as the real thing.