Chapter 1 (Full)

My short shorts hung loose on my toned thighs, gently hugging my slim hips. I knotted the front of my pink top so my tan stomach was on display, a glittering strawberry navel ring snug in pride of place. Stretching up, I tied my platinum blond hair back into two long pig tails. Getting ready for an adventure in town with new college friends wasn’t a nervous time. I’d always been a pretty and popular girl before moving here, and my college experience was looking like it would be more of the same.

I bit my lip a little though as I nipped the smallest squishiness in my otherwise perfectly toned appearance. Was that really what I wanted? Another easy pass for being a pretty girl? At high school never once did I actually have to face the shame of falling short of my own hype. Boys and girls worshipping me without question because of my beauty. Yet there were hidden desires that tantalized me. I smirked a little to myself and covered my hot flush with make-up.

I remembered that look of shame on Regina Georges face in Mean Girls when nothing fitted her but sweat pants. How far could a girl like me push things before they turned their noses up at me? I applied a glittery lip gloss and gave the mirror a kiss. Perfect teeth and perfect body that had been me.

How long would it take for people to challenge me if I developed a sweet tooth with a sweet college bod to match?

That night I shared with my new friends how I had an insatiable sweet tooth. I giggled with wide eyes and a big grin as I led my new friends over to doughnut shops, ice cream stalls, and of course ordered plenty of fancy cocktails. How could I help it, everything looks so delicious!?

It would have been pricy too, if the boys in our group weren’t so happy to shout me them. I knew they were eager to please me. They were loving the opportunity and I was loving how my belly pushed out in the first food baby I’d had in years.

The thing about a sweet tooth is that it is considered very cute in a skinny girl. How adorable to see her not worry about her looks and just be happy. Even as my shorts tightened around my tummy and my strawberry piercing sunk into my navel, it would be a long time I knew before they would call me out on being such a pig.

I’d done my research and knew there were all sorts of ways I could pack on pounds fast, some ice cream and protein powder smoothies would get me plump and tiger striped in no time, but that wasn’t my game. No secret stuffings for me. If it isn’t public, I’m not interested.

So, It was up to me to always be making friends and sending invites. Breakfast in the cafeteria with hall friends, second breakfast in town with a boy from town, brunch with friends from lectures, lunch with friends from study hall, afternoon tea with another boy from town, dinner in the cafeteria with hall friends, and finally drinks in town with plenty of snack stops along the way. Everything with cream, because oh my gosh guys, how can you not, everything’s better with cream!!! My days were full of laughter at how adorable and silly I was.

I was very much caught up in the wild abandon of it all, though to be honest I spent most of my time between social visits groaning and massaging my swollen tummy. While I kept to mostly short shorts, I knew my tummy could only be exposed for some of the day without getting called on it. I didn’t want to make it too easy for my observers. I never took any of the boys I took on dates back to my hall either, because firstly it was clear they were enraptured by the skinny Minnie I still appeared to be, and secondly, I was so bloated after the days stuffings that I needed to spend my nights easing the pressure with rubs and burps and then sinking into deep food comas.

After a week a friend finally piqued up the courage to tell me to be careful with that sweet tooth of mine or I’ll get fat. I giggled and wiped the crumbs off my lips. Oh, my goodness no way! I’ve always been like this; I don’t gain weight at all! With a malicious grin I let them know I thought they were the ones who had to worry about the freshman 15 when if they wanted to keep up with me. I knew for sure when I hit that mark they would be on my like hounds on a bone. A meaty bone with a layer of plump squishy fat.

With all the time I was spending out and about my tan was actually holding, though after a fortnight I started to notice my belly wasn’t settling the way it used to be. I was losing definition and my stomach was starting to graduate into a belly.

My navel piercing permanently sunk into my glazed chub. My hips hugged my shorts a little tighter and my shorts hugged my thighs right back, a thin layer of chub pressing out and over. While my thigh gap remained intact, my thighs looked decidedly soft and wobbly whenever I sat down. I was sitting down a lot with all my food meet ups.

After a month I felt a finger squish into my belly as a friend winked at me. No freshman 15 huh? I flushed bright red and bit my lip. No way! I lied to their faces. I haven’t gained any weight at all! I’m just bloated from being around you fatsos. I huffed and wined and stalked off to furiously masterbate in my room. It was happening. I was really getting called out on being such a pig.

After another month my thigh gap had closed, but I still refused to acknowledge any weight gain at all. I loved the side eyes they gave each other as I whined about how the washing machines at the hall were shrinking all my clothes.

Men were getting ruder with me, expecting me to pay for my own drinks, and when they touched me out dancing I felt their hands hover nervously, before sinking them into my love handles and taking charge. I couldn’t help but grin at their obvious chagrin. They found me hot but knew I was a becoming a chubby girl and felt embarrassed about it.

I acted oblivious to the weight and wouldn’t stop dancing no matter how much my tits and belly bounced. Then instead of having cocktails I made sure to load up on cheap beer and soda to quench my thirst. I definitely worked up more of a sweat each night as the chub piled on.

I refused to get bigger clothes until I couldn’t wear them anymore. My tops were starting to all turn into crop tops as my beer belly grew. Without my thigh gap anymore though I was doing less walking and more sitting, so my skin was slowly turning from tan to a more pinkish cream color.

I felt like a strawberry icecream, so I bought some for me and my girl pals. A few had been almost keeping pace with me, packing on the pounds as they did the rounds with me. I loved squishing their tummies and telling them how porky they were getting as I licked my ice cream and bit into the thick waffle cone. I knew they would give as good as they got right back at me. I loved to feel their hands on me and see their teasing sneers as they patted my exposed belly as it pooched over my pants and onto my lap.

In another month my fat was squeezing up against my pants from all directions and my boobs began to outgrow my bras. I couldn’t go to the pools anymore because I couldn’t stretch the skimpy fabric around the girth of my love handles and expanding ass. Though I did try my best. I loved the idea of shocking everyone at the pool with my beer belly that jiggled as I walked.

Far from the skinny girl at the start of the year, everything from my face to my arms to my hips and thighs were getting fatter and fatter. I was very much the campus piggie and skinnier girls began taking me out to town to help attract men to themselves. I was the chubby wing woman now. When I whined about it, they knew all they had to do to butter me up was give me some candy or chocolate, I never said no.

In another month I pointed out my tiger stripes to everyone. What are these?? Oh my goodness what do you mean they’re from weight gain? I jiggled my belly and the button on my shorts snapped, pinging a friend in the eye! I was so embarrassed!! My sweet tooth has really got the better of me huh? Can you guys help?

I was weighed and my freshman fifty plus was confirmed. I was very well liked despite the gains and honestly there was a lot of sympathy for me. Poor girl just got carried away with the student life.

My grades were surprisingly strong despite how full and sleepy I was during every lecture, but everyone knew me as a ditzy party girl regardless. A few recommended me calorie counters (now I can tell exactly how many calories over my recommended I have been consuming each day!) and others volunteered to go on runs with me, but I made them promise to get food with me after. They gave me lots of health advise too on what to avoid. I gave a look of shock when one of them told me I should cut down on how much toast I’m eating in the morning. Oh my god bread makes you fat? Will I need to give up doughnuts?? My gosh guys why didn’t anyone tell me I was getting so chubby???

A month later I was getting ready for an outing with friends but was having a bit of a wardrobe malfunction, none of my regular pants could fit over my butt, despite how soft and jiggly it was. I put on a pink top but it barely covered more than my tits. Half-naked I gave my soft round belly a loving rub, giving my underbelly in particular a loving squish. I was still a popular girl thanks to all my networking, but my sweet tooth had thoroughly got the better of my body. I was no longer a pretty girl, but a big beautiful woman. Soft and sweet all over.

In the end I busted out the extra-large strawberry and cream track pants and matching hoodie I’d saved for such an occasion. The latter didn’t quite hide my soft underbelly and the track pants squeezed my love handles. I felt fatter and more exposed than Regina George ever was, unable to fully hide my soft tummy and thick butt from the world even in sweatpants.

Yet I was impressed with myself. Despite all my whining, denial and self-sabotage, people still clearly liked my company. They hadn’t cast me out and told me I was too fat to sit with the rest of the cool kids. If anything, I’d become a big sis to a lot of them, and there were actually some guys who had begun paying more attention to me since I had got bigger. Perhaps I didn’t need to be the perfect pretty beauty queen to be loved.

I applied a glittery lip gloss and gave the mirror a kiss. Admiring my perfect sweet tooth and perfect college bod.