A classic college story (new chapter released monthly)

Chapter 2 - Fall part 2

Me and Charlie's first meals together in the dining hall unleashed the starving girl inside of me, who had never been able to indulge the way she'd wanted to. With no mother around, I could eat any thing I wanted, and with a buffet-style dining hall, I could eat as much as I wanted.
I felt hungry all the time, unless I was stuffing food into my belly: stacks of pancakes in the morning, drowning in maple syrup and topped with whipped cream, scrambled eggs with cheese, sausages and bacon, waffles and yogurt until my sweatshirt hugged my stomach; sandwiches and pastas for lunch, make=your-own burritos overfilled and spilling onto the chip-covered tray, chips and cookies and so much soda that I'd be sitting in my psych class with a gurgling, bloated belly, stifling belches with my head down as I typed my lecture notes; and then, dinner was always the biggest. After we studied at night, we'd run to the dining hall 90 minutes before they closed. We'd spend the first 30 stacking our plates and filling our table, and the last hour we would stuff food into our faces until the staff kicked us out.
I watched Charlie expand her capacity, and by October, her body showed it. She'd stopped running around the track for exercise when our homework load got heavier a few weeks into the school year. Running track seemed to be something she was leaving in high school, and she didn't seem to miss it at all.
"I think I'll be a pumpkin for Halloween." Charlie said one morning after breakfast while looking in the mirror, hands on her engorged belly. She was wearing an orange tank top, and it did make her look a little bit like a pumpkin.
"You're certainly round enough! Our meals are giving you a healthy pumpkin-y glow." Charlie smirked at me in the mirror,
"You're getting a bit of a glow yourself, thickums!" I stood next to her in front of the mirror with our bellies facing. My stomach was bloated from all of the food I'd just indulged in, but it also looked a little softer than it had at the end of August. I hadn't noticed my clothes getting tighter, but I'd mostly been wearing sweatshirts and leggings.
"It's fine," Charlie said, and bumped my belly with hers. It gurgled loudly, and we both busted out laughing.
"Oof! Too full to laugh!" I said, falling backward onto my bed.
"Come on, girl! We gotta go. School doesn't wait for us to digest." Charlie grabbed my hand and pulled me up. I could feel the weight of breakfast pulling me back down, but I followed her out the door instead.
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On Halloween, I convinced Charlie to wear matching costumes with me. We were mermaids, wearing leotards and long, tight skirts that flowed out toward the bottom like a tail. As we dressed for a party at the senior dorms across campus, I noticed that my costume fit more snuggly than it had at the beginning of the month when we'd bought them. It was clear that Charlie was having the same revelation. We wiggled into our leotards and skirts and looked in the mirror. The fabric of our clothes was tight against our skin, and the dip of both of our belly buttons was slightly visible. I poked Charlie's belly button and we both laughed.
"Well, I think we look cute!" Charlie smacked my ass as I bent over to put on my heels. Once they were strapped on, we headed out the door.
The party was filled with drunk college students, and Charlie and I were ready to join them. We found our way to the alcohol table, which was conveniently next to the snack table. Bowls of green and orange punch with gummy worms floating in them sat surrounded by bottles of liquor and beer. Charlie and I poured ourselves each a cup of punch, cheers-ed, and chugged them right there. Charlie grabbed a beer and I refilled my punch, already feeling the strength of the first one. Seniors could be so reckless when it came to mixing punch. Again, Charlie and I cheers-ed and she chugged her beer, letting out a huge belch afterward. I watched her in awe, sipping my punch more slowly.
"Come on girl, let's party" Charlie grabbed another beer, cracked it open, and handed it to me. "Chug!" She said. I obeyed, and emitted an even larger belch than hers once finished. My belly gurgled in protest, and I realized I hadn't eaten. Charlie must have noticed my eyes shift to the snack table because she handed me a plate and took one for herself.
The table was covered in bowls of chips, candy, pumpkin shaped cookies, a small popcorn machine, and hotdogs in a warmer.
We each took as much of everything as we could fit on our plates, and found seats in the corner of the room. I was ravenous with the drunk-chies. Charlie and I finished our plates in no time, and she offered to get us more. While she was gone, I finished my drink. Across the room, I noticed a familiar face from the cafeteria. One of the boys who was always pigging out with his friends was wearing a cowboy costume, his belly slightly protruding past his unbuttoned flannel. He caught me looking and tipped his cowboy hat at me, smiling. In the same moment, Charlie returned with two more plates stacked high and two beers under her arm. I quickly grabbed the beers and one of the plates. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the chubby cowboy watching us devour the food on our plates, washing everything down with the beers.
Suddenly, I noticed the band of my skirt was cutting into my belly. I stood up, and was horrified to hear a ripping sound. The sides of my leotard had slowly started to rip against the strain of my bloated middle. Charlie chuckled. "Uh oh," she said. "Do we need to go back to our dorm?"
I desperately wanted to talk to the cowboy, but not like this. I took Charlie's hand and we ran out of the party. Back at our dorm I peeled my ripped leotard off of my body and stood in front of the mirror in my bra and thong. My thighs were thicker than I remembered, and my belly was bloated and protruding past my breasts. Charlie came up behind me and hugged me. I could feel her cool hands on my warm belly and moaned reflexively. "Whoa," Charlie backed away. "You really are full, huh?" She giggled and then hiccuped, drunk from chugging beer at the party. Then she removed her leotard as well and stood in front of me, gently pressing her belly against mine. "We've gotten..."
"Fat?" I asked.
"Yes! But..I don't hate it?"
"Me neither. I didn't realize how much I love to feel absolutely stuffed." Charlie blushed.
"Me neither." She said.
The next morning, I woke up with a headache, craving greasy food. Charlie and I decided to hit the McDonald's drive-thru, but the line was closed, so Charlie offered to go inside the store and order for us. I only asked for a McMuffin meal, but in character, Charlie brought out way more. She had two bags of breakfast sandwiches and hash browns, and two large iced coffees. My belly gurgled and groaned. "Ohhh, my god Charlie! The way we're eating is destroying my figure." Charlie looked me up and down, and I thought I sensed lust in her eyes. "I think you look fine!" She said. Then she retrieved a hash brown from the bag and stuffed it into my mouth before I could say anything else, laughing.
Of course, we went back to the dorm and finished our breakfast, and then fell asleep stuffed, allowing our bodies to digest the insane amount of calories we'd just consumed. As I slept, I dreamt of eating ravenously. I was at home for Thanksgiving and Charlie was there. We were the last ones at the table, and we were feeding each other. "Just one more bite, you can do it!" Charlie was coaxing me to eat more and more. My belly was aching, distending so far it pressed against the dinner table. I wanted to protest, but my mouth opened anyway and I accepted a bite of hot, savory, filling mashed potatoes dripping with gravy. Gravy dribbled down my chin, and then I woke up, drooling. Charlie was standing over me, "What were you dreaming about? You were moaning so loud it woke me up."
"Umm..." I didn't know what to say, so instead I asked Charlie if she wanted to join me and my family for Thanksgiving.
"Of course!" She looked so excited, and I was thrilled. It did feel good to indulge in so much food. I liked the feeling of my belly stretching out, surpassing its previous limits. The night before, when my leotard ripped, I'd been horrified, but also excited. I'd wanted to eat more, and I still wanted to eat more. I wanted to eat until I physically couldn't take another bite.
The three weeks leading up to Thanksgiving Charlie and I continued to eat as much as we wanted. We regularly left the dining hall with our hands on our bellies, shirts tighter than the day before, some of them beginning to ride up over our belly buttons. We'd both developed small pot bellies, and I didn't hate it. I couldn't zip most of my sweatshirts, and my jeans had stopped fitting me by the end of October, but I knew I'd get new clothes for Christmas...hopefully my family would buy on the larger side knowing about the notorious Freshman 15.
By the time Thanksgiving rolled around, Charlie and I had completely given in to our indulgence, but I had no idea how much we could really indulge...until we stayed the weekend at my family's house.