Chapter 4: Kelly's Semester Scaries

“Huff…huff…jeez…when did these…stairs get so…huff…long?” Kelly MacDougall asked herself as she finally made it to her floor. She was a far cry from the star athlete who could outrun almost anyone that she was when she first arrived at Sterling two months ago. She was starting to have to put her hands on her knees to catch her breath! That is what had become of the star of the high school lacrosse team, an out of shape wheezing mess. She walked into her door and immediately went to the fridge to grab some leftover macaroni and cheese from last night’s midnight binge session with her roommate, Liz. After all, she was starving at that long walk from class. That had become another staple in the new routine of the fallen athlete. In her temporary abandonment of her fit lifestyle and constant partying and hanging out with Liz, Kelly had developed some really bad habits.

First, she was drinking. A lot. Kelly wasn’t drinking every night, and if there was homework or a test to study for she wouldn’t drink to focus on her grades. But other than those few instances, she was buzzed. Most of Kelly’s classes were done by 3 in the afternoon, so she would be home by 3:15. For most girls, especially star athletes, this would be the perfect opportunity to go for a run or hit the gym to keep their bodies in tip-top shape. But not for Kelly. Kelly made the increasingly long walk back to her dorm, where Liz would be waiting with a six-pack and some snacks playing some video game online. Kelly and Liz would usually split the beers and food as a warm-up for dinner, then having a buzz starting and appetizers having been eaten, the girls would make their way to the exorbitant dining hall where they would make absolute pigs of themselves. Then, after they were good and stuffed silly, they would lumber even more slowly back to their dorms to play more games. Or, if they invited some friends from down the hall over to hang out, they would play board games or Cards Against Humanity. Kelly may not have been an athlete for the time being, but she was still very competitive in nature. All of these games would eventually turn into a drinking game with Kelly, Liz, and any others wagering drinks or shots on the outcome of the game. Kelly made it a point to keep score and get her fair share of booze. After the party died down, Kelly and Liz were still wound up and decided to get a midnight snack from the dining hall, where they would stuff their faces once again before heading to bed. Oftentimes, they would get to-go boxes loaded with food for lunch the next day so that they wouldn’t be tempted to overeat and be too stuffed for class.

As previously mentioned, Kelly’s appetite also steadily increased. She would wake up still bloated from the night before, swearing almost ironically now that she would get her diet under control and only have a small breakfast. By the time lunch would come around, Kelly would be absolutely starving! So she would rush back to her room and chow down on the leftovers from the night before, temporarily satisfying her growing hunger. Then by the time she got done with class, she would come back and start grazing on chips, cookies, crackers loaded with cheese, anything that Liz had provided. Then, after the girls had finished their impromptu happy hour and appetizers, they would head to the magnificent dining hall and go ballistic on food. Kelly had started the semester only getting a plate of food, but now she was easily clearing two full plates while making room for dessert. Her nonstop intake of food and alcohol had expanded her stomach to hold more in it, so it gradually took her longer to feel stuffed. After eating enough to be mildly uncomfortable, the two increasingly heavy roommates would walk back to their room, nursing impressive food babies, and start their game nights. After drinking a steady flow of booze, they would try to soak up their drinks with greasy food as to avoid killer hangovers, and to sate their greedy bellies, by stumbling to the dining hall to get a midnight snack, or more accurately a second dinner. Kelly would eat another two plates filled with greasy cheeseburgers, mozzarella sticks, pizza, chicken fingers, fries, you name it. By the end of their feast, Kelly and Liz were both totally filled to the brim, and most nights they needed to sit for ten minutes or more to let their food digest before even attempting to get up. The girls would then support themselves up and waddle their way up to their rooms for bed.

On weekends, with no classes to break up the girls’ routine, the gluttony and binge-drinking would be on display to the absolute maximum. Friday after classes, the girls would indulge in hard mixed drinks as opposed to the comparatively lighter beers in order to pregame for a long night out. On Friday nights, the girls would order pizza so that they didn’t waste time walking to the dining hall for dinner. The girls would drink and eat large quantities of pizza meant for at least four people. “You want food in your belly so that you last longer and don’t get sick!” Liz would always remind Kelly, who took her advice without question. By nine at night, the girls were drunk and stuffed and ready to hit the parties. Kelly was having a harder time squeezing into her going out outfits, but Liz would always reassure her that she looked beautiful and didn’t need to worry. The girls would spend Friday nights getting Kelly into more drinking games that made her drink astounding amounts of alcohol in a short time. Keg stands and stack cup were two favorites for the girls, since they focused on timed chugging. Liz would lead Kelly to various houses down the street and Archery Lane, so that she could practice different games and expand her social net. Just two months into her college career, Kelly was making a name for herself as the ultra-competitive beer girl who had a beautiful face. The girls would spend Saturday day drinking, with Liz being an unofficial coach to improve Kelly’s alcoholic intake to beat her sister, Katie. Liz would change tactics, but they had two case races, one a month. The first time Liz absolutely outdrank Kelly, by drinking twenty-one beers to Kelly’s nine. The most recent race was much tighter, with Liz drinking twenty-four beers, while Liz drinking an impressive sixteen. The girls would then spend Sunday recovering from their forty-eight-hour benders with mimosas and large brunches, spending the rest of the day relaxing and recovering.

Kelly and Liz’s hedonistic lifestyles were making their presence felt on the two girls. Liz, who was already a heavy girl at 190 pounds at the start of the semester, steadily grew and showed no signs of stopping. She quickly blew past the freshman fifteen and was now sitting at the freshman thirty-five, weighing a now obese 225 pounds. She was pretty tall at 5 foot 8, but now there was no denying her fatness. Liz’s face had rounded out and now featured a permanent double chin, the only thing Liz actually had an issue with. Her curly jet-black hair would always fall on either side of her chubby cheeks, highlighting them even more than normal. Her boobs had grown, which she was proud of, and they were threatening to jump out of her D-cups. Not to be outdone by her boobs, her beer belly also steadily grew to permanently jut out past her boobs, almost defying gravity. Her pale white belly was usually on display due to her wardrobe choices. Liz would often wear skin-tight tank tops and T-shirts, which would aways ride up after lunch and by dinner there was no way they would cover her belly. Her lower belly was starting to break out in little red stretchmarks, acting as a futile warning to slow down on the expansion. Liz would only wear jeans to go out, but when she did, they would show every curve of her globular ass and threaten to split at the seams. In fact, after one night of particularly heavy drinking, Liz went to get up and not only did her pants split down the middle, revealing her cotton-white panties to the whole party, but her sudden gut expansion caused her button to burst off her pants! Lately, Liz had exclusively worn leggings to avoid such incidents, but recently even her leggings were starting to get constricting around her tree-trunk thighs and hips, giving her a semi-permanent muffin top.

If Liz’s growth was considered drastic, then Kelly’s expansion was staggering. If you hadn’t known her two months ago, there was no way of knowing she was an All-Star athlete. While her weight gain had slowed down after her absurd gain of eleven pounds in a week, it didn’t slow down by much. The numbers on the scale weren’t increasing as much as Liz, but the visual effects were stunning. After two months of eating unhealthy foods and drinking like a sailor, Kelly weighed an eye-popping 162 pounds, almost forty pounds in two months! Gone was any trace of an athletic body, instead it was replaced by a seasoned drinker’s body. Her legs, once toned and muscular, were now fatty and jiggly. Kelly’s prized ass had been turned from a perky shapely butt to a wobbling, bouncing booty that was starting to see hints of cellulite on it. Her ass had grown by at least six inches, making her clothes very constricting and uncomfortable. Perhaps her most noticeable change was her belly. It was constantly being bloated and pushed to its limits, so it was no wonder that it now stuck out and blocked her view of her toes. It was a proper beer gut, moving as one solid mass whenever she bent over or sat down. Her big belly and her bigger ass made for some embarrassing clothing episodes. Her shirts were constantly showing her underbelly, even when she wasn’t stuffed. When Kelly sat down, her shirts would rise up and her thick butt would try and escape her pants, causing her tight underwear and butt-crack to be on display for on-lookers, earning giggles and stares from her classmates. Since her belly was almost always full of gassy alcohol and greasy, oily food, she was burping or farting almost constantly. Whenever she sat down, she would let out a low burp. When Kelly would stand up, she sometimes let out a tiny fart and often a deep burp to relieve the jostling of her tummy. After drinking or shoveling food into her mouth, she would clutch her distended middle and massage it to let out a string of loud gassy burps to make room for more food or drinks. Her breasts didn’t grow nearly as much as Liz’s, only going up a cup size to C, and that change only happened a couple of days ago. Kelly looked pregnant all the time, to be completely honest, and her clothing choices, reduced to lose fitting leggings and sweatshirts, only enhanced that stereotype. Her face did remain mostly untouched, however over the past week she had noticed the small and infrequent feelings of a doble chin when she bent her neck. Kelly knew she was gaining weight and gaining fast, but she rationed to herself that once she did her challenge with Katie over Thanksgiving break, she would start to diet. She also wasn’t too worried about her upcoming lacrosse workouts, since those started after winter break. ‘That gives me almost two months to lose this weight, and it’s mostly bloat anyway!’ Kelly foolishly convinced herself. She didn’t know the numbers on the scale since she was too scared after seeing 136 the first week of school, but she mistakenly thought it wasn’t that much.

Halloween weekend was afoot, and the school came completely off the hinges with crazy parties. The girls skipped classes on Thursday to extend their party window to four days of unabashed beer-guzzling and face-stuffing. “This is going to be my last push to get you to drink as much as you can since midterms are coming up” Liz talked over her strategy with her pupil. “So, we’ll start by having a game day here with some people down the hall. Then, tonight we’ll dress up and do a costume contest. Then, Friday morning there’s a keg stand competition that I’m sure you will crush! Then we’ll do another costume party and beer-pong. Saturday is the real test, because at the game and all day, you and me, we’re doing a mobile case race. We’re each going to have a backpack with thirty beers, and by the end of the night, they’ll both be empty!” “What? Are you crazy? Last time I barely had half, you think I’ll be able to double that in only a month?” “Well, I guess we’ll see, won’t we?”

Day one of their game plan went off relatively smoothly, with Kelly “winning” the game night by drinking the most, accounting for a full bottle of wine, five shots of tequila, and four beers. However, their plan for the night was becoming problematic. Kelly was struggling with her costume from being too tipsy, so Liz decided to forgo the night portion of the plan in order to stay in and continue their binge, with their attention turning to Call of Duty, a favorite of Liz and a growing favorite of Kelly’s. Each time one of their characters died, they had to drink. The game lasted until two AM, with both girls extremely drunk from dying more frequently. After a particularly quick death after Kelly ran her character off a cliff, Liz burst out in uncontrollable laughter. Kelly had to admit that she loved Liz’s laugh. It was the perfect blend of tone and volume, exuding authenticity, so you knew when Liz laughed, she meant it. “Ha ha ha stop it hic! It’s hic not funny hic!” Kelly tried arguing with her friend, but after eighteen beers were shared in their two bulging bellies, logic went out the window.

“HAHAHA oh my G-G-hic!-God BUUUUUUURRRRRPPP!! Ohhh stop BUUUUURPP you-re BUUUURP making me g-gassy hic BUUURPP” Liz was now in a fit from laughing so hardly. This caused Kelly to start laughing, which caused a similar reaction. The room was now filled with a symphony of burps and hiccups and laughter. “BWWWAAAAAARRRPPPPP!!!!!! Uuunggghhh, that hic-hurt. I d-hic-on’t feel g-hic-good.” Kelly moaned. “BUUUURRRP co-come on hic! Let’s lie-d-hic-down.” Liz wobbled to her feet and tried pulling Kelly to her feet. Liz, who was drunk and naturally unathletic, had a hard time with Kelly’s new girth. “Come hic come on, Kells, get up!” After a minute of trying, Liz finally pulled Kelly onto her feet, but she pulled to hard as they both went crashing on to the bed with Kelly falling on top of Liz. The pressure from both their bellies collided to let out a new round of deep gassy burps.

“BUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRPPPPP I’m s-sorry Liz BUUUUURRRRP!”
“BWWWWWWWOOOOORPPPPP is ok-hic-kay BUUUUUURRRPPPPP” Liz couldn’t help but stare into Kelly’s deep green eyes. Kelly noticed and started blushing. She hadn’t looked into Liz’s eyes this deep before, but they were a light brown that gave off the appearance of two perfect almonds. Kelly’s eyes started to close, and she felt herself leaning down towards Liz’s waiting lips. They shared a kiss. Then another. Kelly could taste the beer on Liz’s tongue, which only made her want them more. Liz started returning the passion that Kelly was showing. Liz reached down and grabbed Kelly’s more padded ass, but that caused more gas to escape Kelly’s lips. “BBBUUUURRPPPP, huh sorryyy, so romantic hic right?” “Hahaha come on, lie down.” Kelly did as she was told and lied with her belly protruding six inches above the rest of her body, heaving up and down with each shallow breath. “Here, lemme help.” Liz rolled Kelly’s t-shirt up and started massaging Kelly’s aching tummy. “BUUUUURPPP God that…feels…g-good hic BUUURP” Kelly’s burps and hiccups started to die down as she was lulled to sleep. Liz kept stroking her gut for a few minutes before falling asleep, too.

Kelly was the first to wake up with a pounding headache. She hadn’t slept nearly long enough for the hangover to pass naturally. Looking around, she noticed that she was laying next to Liz, who was cuddling Kelly with an arm around her waist and a hand resting on Kelly’s softer tummy. She noticed that the tank top she was wearing was also on the floor next to her, but her lower half remained untouched. ‘Huh, I hope nothing too crazy happened last night.’ With that, she gingerly rolled out of bed so as to not disturb Liz. She grabbed her shirt and headed to the kitchen to make herself a mimosa. Hungover as she was, she still had a schedule to keep! She made one and instantly finished it, trying to quench the thirst and her dry mouth. She started to make herself another one when Liz stirred and sleepily walked into the kitchen. “Starting the day off right I see haha” Liz chuckled. Both girls looked disheveled and bloated from last night’s fun. Kelly went to make Liz a mimosa when they made eye contact and Liz blushed. ‘Okay, maybe something did happen last night.’ Kelly thought to herself.

The girls got ready and changed into their costumes. Liz had settled on a pirate costume that was large enough to slightly conceal her chunky belly. “It’ll be the perfect cover to drink rum all day!” Liz cheered as she produced a 2-liter premixed rum and Coke bottle. Kelly, who knew she had gotten bigger, decided to wear a witch’s costume. Its long flowy robes were not what she had envisioned wearing to her first college Halloween party, but she didn’t want to flaunt her new beer belly. After an hour trying to recover from their hangover, the girls ventured out into the massive darty and wandered house to house looking for a party. They finally found one with a keg stand and Liz eagerly egged Kelly into doing it. Liz knew that even the strongest guys couldn’t lift her up for very long, but she knew Kelly was still game for it. Kelly took little convincing and went to the two guys lifting people to chug. “Okay, I just have to warn you, thirty-one seconds is the record. Three girls came by and practically drank this thing clean!” “Let’s see if I can actually do that!” Kelly yelled over the music and gave her belly a pat. The guys looked at each other with some concern before lifting her up. Kelly’s dress started to reveal her legs and was getting dangerously close to revealing her black panties to the party, so Liz quickly rushed over and helped her friend. Liz couldn’t help but look up Kelly’s skirt. Even upside down, Liz could see Kelly’s tummy growing with each passing second, bulging out and pushing the front of her panties down. Her fat was jiggling with each swallow of the cold beer that sent shivers down Liz’s spine. She knew Kelly was blowing up, but to get a view like this was making Liz sweat. Not quite reaching the record, Kelly called it quits after twenty-six seconds. Liz helped a significantly fuller Kelly to the couch and quickly rubbed her bloated beer gut to let out some burps. Liz was doing this more frequently, and she didn’t mind at all. She loved feeling Kelly’s stomach bloated to capacity, it was like validation of the work and time they spent together. Kelly took a little while to recover, but she eventually got ready to drink and eat and party the day away.