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Part 3! "I was thinking about starting a book club," Lucy said to no one in particular. She sat in the living room of apartment 704 with Ruth and Alex, as they each did their respective school work. Ruth glanced up from the sketchbook in her lap with a look that Alex had learned to expect whenever a snarky comment was brewing in her brain. "A book club? What are you, 80?" Ruth responded with a grin. Lucy sighed. "Ruth come on, I just thought it might be a fun way to get to know some more of our classmates. And I know you like to read so-" "Haha calm down Lu, I'm just fuckin with you. But I'm gonna have to pass, I doubt your little club will be interested in reading the kind of shit I'm into. You should definitely still do it though, seems right up your alley, making friends and all that," Ruth commented before returning to her sketchbook. "Thanks, I think?" Lucy said quizzically. "What about you Alex? You're a writer right? I bet you'd have a lot to contribute to the conversation," she continued, turning her attention towards him. Alex had found that whenever Lucy's gaze fell on him, with those piercing blue eyes and long, thick eyelashes, his words tended to catch in his throat. "Oh, yeah maybe, it sounds like it could be fun." "Perfect! Let's make it happen." Lucy responded with her signature energy. "I've got some friends I bet will join us, do you know anyone that might be interested?" Alex thought a moment before responding, "I know a girl, Sienna. She works at the Inside Scoop and is in my program. I could probably invite her and her roommate." "Perfect!" Lucy replied, "I'll go ask Amber if she's interested." She stood and walked into her and Amber's room, closing the door behind her. Alex looked at his laptop in front of him, but couldn't focus. His mind kept wandering to book club, and he couldn't help but wonder if Sienna would bring some of those scones she was talking about. He closed his laptop, deciding to be finished for the day. As he headed towards his room, he stopped outside of Lucy and Amber's door. "Come on, it'll be fun! And, saying this as your friend, I think it would do you some good to go out and socialize with people in the real world, not just online." Lucy's muffled voice carried past the closed door. Alex heard Amber start to say something, but found himself pulling closer to the door to try to catch her soft voice "... be there?" "Yup! He just said he'd come, and he's bringing a friend," Lucy responded. "Then... I guess I'll go," Amber said, her voice barely perceptible through the solid oak. "Yay! It's going to be so much fun! I'll get..." Lucy's dynamic voice trailed off as Alex walked back to his room, a slight smile on his face. He had still yet to get a read on Amber. She was constantly quiet, her mousy demeanor causing her to scare him on multiple occasions when he didn’t notice she was in a room. She even dressed like she didn’t want to be noticed, usually wearing largely oversized sweaters or t-shirts that swallowed her small frame. The only time Alex felt like they shared a space for longer than a fleeting moment was when he was cooking something, which she seemed to enjoy. Although, even then, she didn’t really talk much at all, aside from small words of praise. Maybe I’ll make a better effort to get to know her, he thought to himself, as he shut the door to his room. The book club might be a good opportunity, if she shows. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Book club night had arrived, and the cozy living room of the apartment was abuzz with conversation and laughter. Alex sat quietly, watching Lucy across the room as she effortlessly carried conversation and cracked jokes with the other guests, a couple of which she had just met. And stealthily watching Alex out of the corner of her eye was Amber, who sat next to him. Lucy had told all the members of the group the name of the book about a week earlier. In the circle sat Alex, Amber, and Lucy, as well as Sienna (wearing overalls, which Alex thought was very cute), Isa, and a new face in Harper, who Lucy had introduced as a friend of hers who was a member of the school's track team. Harper was tall, with long blond hair and a slim, but strong build. She wore a 49er’s t-shirt and standard athletic shorts, clearly not worried about dressing up too much. With her wide smile and perfect teeth, Alex felt almost unworthy to be in her presence. Based on looks she seemed like she should be your stereotypical stuck-up queen-bee type, but had so far appeared entirely kind and easy going. On the table in the center of the circle were various snacks, such as a bowl of chips and pretzels, but there were clearly two outliers. First, Alex had made a large batch of chocolate chip cookies, which he was quite proud of. They were perfectly crunchy on the outside, and soft on the inside, the ideal cozy treat for a book club, in his mind. The other special snack was a large pile of Sienna's homemade scones. Each was quite thick, with a light glaze on top reflecting the light on the ceiling. Lets see if the scones live up to the hype, Alex thought to himself, grabbing one, although my cookies are pretty damn good, so I doubt- The scones were better. Alex knew as soon as it hit his tongue. He wondered if he had died, and ascended to soft, fluffy, pastry heaven. His cookies didn't stand a chance. "Ooo what do you think of the scones?" Sienna said as she saw him take a bite. "I'll be honest, I think I left them in a bit too long, so they're not my best work." Alex looked at her incredulously. "Sienna, these are the best scones I've ever had. This might be the best food I've ever eaten, period." Lucy also reached down and grabbed a scone, her eyes lighting up as soon as she took a bite. "Oh my gosh Sienna, he's right, these are incredible." "See! You need to stop doubting yourself," Isa said pointedly at a blushing Sienna, before they both also grabbed one out of the still very large pile of scones. Alex noticed that, sitting next to him, Amber instead grabbed one of his cookies, taking a few quick, silent bites. “Ugh,” Lucy exclaimed, glancing at her phone. “You alright?” Alex said through a mouthful of scone. “Yeah it’s just… I was supposed to go out with my boyfriend after book club tonight but he canceled.” While she certainly looked disappointed, Alex thought he saw a glimmer of joy behind her eyes. Although that might’ve just been wishful thinking. “Whatever, means I get to enjoy more of these!” she continued as she grabbed another scone, her disappointment quickly disappearing behind her usual gleeful smile. -(Amber)- A bit later in the night, Amber stuffed another of Alex’s cookies into her mouth. She knew she had only eaten five or six, but the shooting pains in her stomach reminded her she wasn’t used to eating this much. Ugh, can’t let Sienna win, Amber thought to herself. Comparing the two piles of baked goods, she had decided to take it upon herself to make sure Alex’s cookies weren’t left in the dust by the popularity of Sienna’s scones. His cookies were tasty, delicious even, but after the first few, she started to slow down. She noticed that Lucy appeared to eat just as many cookies as her, along with a number of scones, chips, and other snacks around the table, all while keeping up conversation with everyone else in the room. Amber scowled internally, feeling a twinge of jealousy at the preppy girl's unflappable air of joy. However, her mood wasn’t all bad. She noticed out of the corner of her eye that, whenever she brought another cookie to her mouth, Alex seemed to notice, if only for a moment. A flick of his eyes, a slight smile dancing on the corner of his mouth. She would take it. Any opportunity to make him notice her, even if it meant overindulging on some cookies. Hey, they weren’t all that bad, and she could withstand a stomach ache if it meant the first step in Alex finally seeing her. She wasn’t good with words, so all she had to rely on was her actions. Maybe Alex would finally ask her what games she was playing, or really anything about her at all. If he only took the first step, Amber was sure she could build off of it. She thought she was witty, and at least kind of funny when she wanted to be. And cute goddamn it, in a small, petite kind of way, unlike that jerk Talia, who was kind of starting to chub up since the semester started. Alex deserved better than that party animal, someone who was chill and cool like him, someone who would better appreciate his hands on them, gripping their- “Amber?” Alex’s voice cut off her daydream, bringing her crashing back to reality. The conversation apparently had stopped, as everyone was looking at her. She swallowed the large bite of cookie she had just taken, realizing that she had been cramming them into her mouth while she was zoned out. “Sorry, -gulp- what’d you say?” despite her best efforts she felt her cheeks heat up with Alex, and everyone else’s, eyes on her. She wished she could just shrink down into a little ball and roll away, the one time Alex decided to talk to her and she wasn’t paying attention. Lucy responded quickly, “Haha don’t worry, we were just going in a circle giving our overall thoughts on the book.” “Oh, um,” she glanced from Lucy back to Alex, and to her surprise he had a small grin on his face, and she swore she saw his eyes dance from her to the half eaten cookie she was holding. “I uh, I thought it was pretty good.” Get a grip Amber, she thought to herself. “Although, I didn’t really like the theme of abandonment that kept showing up. I thought it was kind of thrown in there just to make the story more angsty.” “Huh- woulda thought you’d like those parts you fuckin emo,” Ruth added, a big smile on her face. It looked like she had dropped into the book club for a moment exclusively to grab a handful of cookies and scones. Amber shrunk a bit at her words, unwilling to speak up against her in the new group. Ruth noticed, “Ah I’m just fucking with you Am-bear, you know I rock with your deathly vibes,” she added, one hand ruffling Amber’s short blond hair while the other held her theifs haul of baked goods. “Hey, those are for book club members only,” Lucy said with a huff, glaring at Ruth. “Hey, bite me,” she replied, sticking out her tongue at Lucy and retreating back towards her room. “Who was that?” Harper asked, speaking up for the first time in a bit. “And is she single?” “God you’re predictable,” Lucy replied, rolling her eyes, “her name is Ruth she’s my roommate.” “Hey what can I say, I like my women like I like my peppers, small, spicy, and redheads,” Harper responded with a bonafide shit-eating grin splayed across her face. Her attitude was infectious and Lucy couldn’t help but laugh in response. “You know that doesn't even make sense? Alright whatever can we get back to the book?” she said, looking back towards Amber as she picked up another scone. -(Alex)- There were 30 hefty cookies, and 24 scones when everyone had first arrived. By the end of the night, as everyone was getting ready to leave, there were none. Alex thought he had made enough cookies for everyone, but apparently even his batch, along with a bunch of scones, was just barely enough. Although, it seemed that most everyone had pushed their limit. “Thanks for having us y’all! And thank you especially to Alex and Sienna, those things were so good,” Harper said with a smile as she made her way to the door. She had a healthy three cookies and three scones, which would be a lot for a normal person, but Alex thought her height and sporty nature probably lead to a lot of calories being consumed, so he doubted her snacking was unusual. “Yes yes, thank you!” Isa said as she got up, helping Sienna stand from her seat on the couch. Isa had only one scone, and Alex noticed her attention seemed to be focused more on making sure Sienna was… well taken care of. “I -urp-, had an incredible time, I’ll certainly be back next time!” Sienna said, holding Isa’s hand as she slowly got up from her seat. She was wearing overalls, so Alex didn’t get a good look at the damage, but she had put away four cookies and six scones, along with a couple of handfuls of other snacks. It would be enough to put anyone into a food coma, and judging by her slow steps and movements as she put on her coat, she wasn’t too far from one. “Bye everyone! Thanks for coming!” Lucy ushered the crew out, helping people with their coats, and chatting cheerily with them as they left. Alex was amazed at her attitude, it was like she never had an off switch. Throughout the entire night, she had kept the conversation flowing and on topic, and generally been a great host. She also, much to Alex’s delight, was pretty much constantly eating. She blew everyone away, putting back eight cookies, nine scones, and a good number of handfuls of other miscellaneous snacks. Alex didn’t know how she did it, after such a feast she seemed entirely unaffected, still happily bouncing around and helping everyone on their way out. The only evidence of her indulgence was her slightly distended gut, which was bulging ever so slightly over her high-waisted jeans, but her cardigan did a good job of hiding how rounded out she really was. Amber, on the other hand, was totally grounded. Alex wasn’t sure what had gotten into her, but he wasn’t complaining. She had yet to stand up from her seat, and looked to be clutching her stomach in some amount of pain. Throughout the night, Alex watched closely as she ate more than he’d ever seen her eat before, greedily shoving twelve large cookies, and two heavily frosted scones into her stomach throughout the night. While Lucy had eaten more, Amber clearly was much less experienced, letting out small sounds of discomfort by the time the night was getting to a close. Alex only had one cookie and two scones, so he guessed Ruth took the other two cookies and three scones. Alex walked to Amber. “Are you doing alright there?” He asked, mostly out of genuine concern, but he’d be lying if he wasn’t hoping to get a bit of information on what had caused her binge. “Yeah just, -mff- ate too much,” she replied, eyes squeezed shut, wincing. She wore her standard fare of an extremely large, black, band t-shirt, but even so Alex could see the slightest curve of her belly when her hand brought her shirt close to her body as she slowly rubbed circles on it. “Here, let me help you up,” Alex replied, putting his hand on Amber’s free one, and letting her hold on as he lifted her out of her sitting position. “Oof, thanks I-” her breath caught in her throat when she realized how close they were standing, just inches between her distended gut and his toned abs she still fantasized about at night. “I’m glad you enjoyed my baking,” Alex said, smiling down at Amber as she looked at him. He took note of how quickly her cheeks turned bright red against her pale skin. “I’ll have to make those cookies again sometime soon huh?” “Y- yeah I’d like that,” Amber stumbled over her response, heart in her throat. “I uh, think I should head to bed.” And with that, she quickly darted towards her room. Hmm Alex thought to himself. He considered himself kind of oblivious to the advances of women, but even he picked up Amber’s interest. However, his thoughts quickly went elsewhere. “You’d better.” Lucy said, with the same signature smile on her face. It appeared that she had been listening to Alex and Amber’s conversation, as everyone else had left. Alex thought he might’ve seen a flash of, worry, or maybe jealousy, on her face, but quickly dismissed it. “Huh? Better what?” he said, quickly feeling his heartbeat in his chest, as he so often did when Lucy looked at him with those beautiful blue eyes. “Better make those cookies again. They were incredible!” she exclaimed, a dreamy, distracted look on her face. Alex’s hands started to sweat as he noticed her gently run a finger between her tight pants and a very small amount of overflowing pudge, her mind clearly elsewhere. Suddenly she snapped back to reality, “oh ha I guess we should clean up,” a light blush appearing across her olive-toned cheeks as she walked back to the center of the living room and started picking up empty bowls and plates. Alex joined in on the cleanup. “Oh, thanks, I will! Although, they weren’t as good as Sienna’s scones.” Alex replied, pointedly ignoring her lapse in focus. A mischievous look crossed Lucy’s face as she responded, “no, they weren’t.” Her smile grew as she continued. “I guess you’ll just have to practice making them better.” With her challenge issued, she turned and walked back into the kitchen, dirty plates in hand. Alex stood for a moment, grin on his face, watching the sway of her hips as she walked away. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Mark Twain? No, the hair would be too hard to do. Maybe Edger Allen Poe? A few weeks later, Alex was sitting in the kitchen, debating the most important decision of his first college semester: what to wear for Halloween. Halloween had always been one of his favorite holidays, and he had heard stories about how it was taken to another level in college. Of course, the party he was planning on going to was organized by one of his friends in the writing program, so he didn’t expect anything too crazy. Still, he needed to make sure he was on his A game for his costume, which he had until the weekend to throw together. *Ding!* Alex put aside his outfit thoughts as he stood up to check on the cookies he was baking. Since Lucy had challenged him to improve his skills he had made sure to have a constant stream of goodies available for his roommates. Yup, just to improve my skills, he thought to himself. No other reason. Not because he enjoyed watching the look on Talia’s face as she sank her teeth into a warm danish after a night out, or how Amber seemed to be finally indulging a bit, her portions increasing slowly but steadily. Alex would say she was finally eating a normal amount at meals, which, over the course of about two months since he had been there, was a nice improvement. However, if it had any effects on her tiny frame, her massive shirts and general baggy outfits had hidden them. Contrasting Amber and Talia, Ruth was hard set in her athletic ways, still running consistently. Surprising Alex was Lucy, who had appeared to rein in her appetite. The book club was the last time Alex had seen her really let loose, and, if anything, she had started eating even less than normal. Not that… he cared. The pumpkin and ghost shaped sugar cookies were cooked perfectly, with lightly browned edges, and a chewy but solid middle. “Sugar cookies?” “Fucking-” Alex jumped a bit at the sound of Amber behind him, who had entered the kitchen totally silently. She had a habit of doing that. “Jeez Amber you scared me,” Alex said, catching his breath, a light smile on his face, “at least wait until Halloween.” “Oh- Sorry Alex,” she replied, looking away from his gaze, fiddling with one of the rings she wore. “They look good.” “No worries, and thanks, I think they turned out pretty nice.” He stood, watching her, awaiting a response. Instead she stood silently looking at the cookies, still nervously fingering her ring. Alex tried to think of something to clear the awkward air. “Hey, would you like to help me decorate them?” Amber’s face immediately lit up, with a small but incredibly cute smile highlighting the gleam in her eyes. “Yes please!” she replied enthusiastically, before immediately shrinking down a bit and shifting her eyes anywhere other than Alex’s face. “I mean, if you want help or anything.” He smiled and gestured to help bring the cookies into the living room, but not before Amber grabbed one, quickly putting it in her mouth. Couldn’t at least wait until they were frosted huh, Alex sighed internally. Alex and Amber sat cross legged on the living room floor, frosting jack-o-lanterns and ghosts onto the cookies. Everyone had contributed a bit to decorating the apartment, Lucy providing painted mini pumpkins, and Alex and Talia putting up ghost cutouts high along the walls where the others couldn’t reach. Amber had wrapped various pieces of furniture with police tape, and Ruth had “borrowed” an anatomically correct classroom skeleton from… somewhere. Alex had learned it wasn’t worth the effort to question her on what she did outside of the apartment. Alex had put a spooky playlist on the TV, which, combined with the smell of the freshly baked cookies, Halloween decor, and setting sun, created a cozy scene. The company didn’t hurt either. Amber was intensely focused on icing the cookies in front of her, her tongue sticking out a little, eyebrows furrowed. Alex hadn’t really had an opportunity to look at her this close, as she was always scurrying off under his gaze, but she was incredibly cute, he thought. Her green eyes and long, dark eyelashes complemented her pearl toned skin. She- “Dude what’s with all the junk food, I swear every other day it’s something different.” Alex’s daydreams were cut off by Ruth entering the living room and making her presence known, as usual. He wasn’t sure if she had seen him staring at Amber, who was now glaring at Ruth. This seemed to be their natural state of interaction. “I just… have a sweet tooth. And like to make stuff,” Alex replied, watching as Ruth grabbed an unfrosted cookie despite her complaints. Why can’t anyone wait for them to be done, he thought again. It looked like she had just finished showering after a run, her hair still damp. Her t-shirt clung to her bra-less chest and toned stomach alluringly, both relatively flat, while her bottom half was hidden under a massive pair of sweatpants. “Well cut it out, imma get fat if you keep it up,” she said, stuffing the rest of the cookie into her mouth. Alex rolled his eyes. He doubted she would gain anything with how anally active she was. “Although, damn these cookies are good.” “Did someone say cookies!?” a voice carried over from the other room. Talia quickly joined her roommates in the living room, spurred by the promise of baked goods. It had been almost a month since Talia and Alex had their little fling. While they were **, they both fully remembered the night. Alex wasn’t the most experienced in the bedroom, but he was pretty sure Talia had enjoyed it, seeing as they ended up in his bed twice since that night. They both acknowledged it wasn’t anything serious, Alex knew Talia had been with other guys since, but still decided to keep it under wraps among their roommates, just to make sure nothing was awkward. Alex admitted he was fine not wanting anything more than a physical relationship, the sex was amazing. And, it was only getting better. “Sheesh, speaking of getting fat,” Ruth said not-so-under her breath. “Tch-” Talia responded, clearly hearing her, a pissed off look crossing her face, “You’re just jealous my tits are getting bigger.” Which she followed by grabbing her boobs and leaning forwards a bit towards Ruth, to highlight the difference between their sizes. In doing so, she pulled the low-cut tank top up slightly, giving Alex an amazing view from the floor. Ruth was right, Talia had clearly gained some weight. It made sense, all she seemed to do was party, drink, and eat. In the roughly two months since the semester had started, Talia had undoubtedly grown a small beer gut. The first night Alex and her had hooked up, she was noticeably softer, but now she was looking definitively chubby. When she first arrived on campus, she looked like the stereotypical brunette sorority girl, decent chest, flat stomach, someone who dieted hard. But she fell into the party lifestyle, and fell hard. Alex couldn’t remember how many times she’d come home **, gut bloated out from countless drinks, only to top off her already overfilled stomach with various carbs, courtesy of Alex of course. I never made her do anything though, Alex thought to himself, she always ate all that on her own. Which was true. He’d be lying to himself if he didn’t enjoy the results, however. The way her skimpy wardrobe was getting tighter, showing off just a bit more skin then intended. How she’d lean back after a night of stuffing herself to the point of bursting, pushing apart her shorts and shirt, revealing a hard, distended gut, moaning about how full she was. How her body actually jiggled when she rode him, his hands sinking into her softening middle. And now, how a few inches of soft, fat, gut hang ever so slightly over her waistband as she leaned forward showing off her (ironically not much bigger) tits. Alex was glad he was sitting down. “Hey fuck you my tits are the perfect size.” Ruth replied, her face turning red, matching her hair, looking like Talia had very much struck a chord. Talia stood back up straight, a look of superiority on her face. “Mm sure, I bet all the people you’re fucking say that right? Oh wait, haven’t had anyone over in a while huh? How long’s it been? Five or six months?” She said with a toxic smile splayed across her face. Isn’t that a bit far? Alex thought, seeing that Ruth looked more pale than usual. With that, Talia grabbed a handful of unfrosted cookies, man come ON, and turned heel, opening the door and leaving the apartment, probably to another night out. “Bitch,” Ruth said to no one in particular, anger still clear on her face. She quickly threw on her headphones and grabbed her sketchbook from under the living room table, burying her focus in it. The sound of the front door unlocking pulled Alex’s attention away from Ruth, as Lucy and Tyler came in. “Hey everyone!” Lucy exclaimed as she entered, appearing happy to be home. “How's… everyone doing?” her energy shrinking a bit as she caught onto the vibes of the room. “Talia was being a jerk again,” Amber responded, looking at Ruth who either hadn’t noticed Lucy come home, or was ignoring her. “We made cookies though!” she followed up, a small smile on her face. Alex thought it was a cute attempt to lighten the mood. “Oooh cookies! Don’t mind if I-” she took a step towards the table before Tyler put a hand on her shoulder. “Come on babe. We just had dinner,” he said, disapproval evident in his tone. “Right,” Lucy’s face fell. Alex thought that, maybe for the first time, Lucy looked truly defeated. “It was a big salad too.” “Sure was. Come on, let's work it off,” Tyler replied with a grin, walking towards Lucy’s bedroom. Head still facing down, she turned and followed him. Alex felt the urge to do something well up inside him, to stand up, call him out, rush him and dropkick his ass through- “Ugh gross, what a dick,” Amber said, bringing Alex back to reality. “He’s not good for her.” Alex nodded silently in agreement. As the night drew to a close, Alex watched Amber close the container on the final batch of cookies. There were a lot, so it had taken quite a while. Long enough that Ruth had gone to sleep, and Amber had helped herself to a number of sugary ghosts and pumpkins, to keep her going throughout the night. “Hey, thanks for asking me to help,” Amber said, glancing between Alex’s face and his chest. “I had fun.” “I did too! It would’ve been a huge pain to do it by myself,” he responded smiling. They stood about a foot apart in the kitchen. Sounds of “Monster Mash” echoed faintly from the living room. Alex felt… good, different then when he was with the other girls. While Talia was a good lay, he didn’t really enjoy actually spending time with her. Ruth was largely still a mystery to him, and a scary one at that. And Lucy made him feel scared too, but in a heart fluttering, hands sweating kind of way. He had an idea Amber felt that way about him. Suddenly, she stepped forward. Her arms wrapped around him, her head coming up just to his chin as she gave him a tight hug. Alex responded in turn, enveloping her in his own strong arms. For a moment, they stood frozen in an embrace, before Lucy quickly brought her lips to his cheek, giving him a soft kiss, and stepped back. “Um, thanks again Alex. Let's do it again sometime,” she said, refusing to look Alex in the face, hands fidgeting with her rings. Alex could clearly see how hard she was blushing. “Oh- yeah, of course,” he responded, still a little in shock, looking at her. Amber took a step backwards, then turned and left the kitchen, leaving Alex alone. I can’t believe I did that, Amber thought to herself. I kissed him, I really kissed him! She couldn’t remember the last time she took the lead like that. In fact, she didn’t think she had. He felt so good against me. He’s just as strong as I had imagined. I could feel everything, she thought as she lay in the dark of her bedroom. Ruth had long since passed out, as Amber could hear her light snores from across the room. God his arms, when he wrapped me up. And his chest, fuck. She quickly slipped her hand into her pajama pants. Two rooms down, Alex lay awake in bed. His mind was still reeling at what had happened. It was sudden, unexpected, but not unwelcome. She felt incredible as he hugged her. And for the first time, he got a good idea of what her body was like. First, she clearly had indulged. Her stomach felt hard, and slightly rounded against his abs. Packed full of cookies, he guessed she had eaten a bit less than at book club, but she clearly was doing much better then the first time she had stuffed herself silly. But that wasn’t the best part. No, that would be what he felt when they were together, and what he saw when they pulled apart. As he hugged her, he felt her chest press against him well before her slightly distended stomach did. Two round, soft tits squished against him as she squeezed them together. And when she stepped back, he noticed something. She was wearing a big baggy t-shirt as she usually did but it wasn’t as baggy as he remembered. That first day they met, her shirt draped off her shoulders, nothing from stopping its boxy shape. Now though? Now it sloped down at a slight angle, a pair of noticeable tits making it drape slightly, pulling it off her frame. They weren’t massive or even big by any means, about average Alex thought. But before, they were non-existent. Amber’s boobs are getting bigger.

Part 2! They sat in the living room silently watching some soapy tv show as they ate. Alex wasn't sure why, but he couldn't help but take note of how much pizza each of his roommates had served themselves. Amber had taken only a single slice, and appeared to almost struggle to finish the lone piece. I guess that makes sense, given her size Alex thought to himself. Ruth had taken 3 slices, the same as Alex, and was currently poking fun at Amber for taking so little, something about eating like a rabbit. Talia was on her second plate, bringing her to six, although she was certainly slowing down. Judging by the expression on her face, Alex guessed that her drunken state was probably the motivating factor. Most surprising to him, however, was Lucy. She was finishing her seventh slice, with another on her plate, which, if she finished, would mean she had polished off an entire large pizza by herself. Oddly, Alex felt the action was kind of... endearing? He watched out the corner of his eye as she leaned back, her stomach rounded slightly, pushing her lilac shirt up and jeans down an inch or so. Alex felt a tingle creep down his spine as her bare midriff was exposed. "Ugh, I shouldn't have, -urp- eaten so much," she said quietly to no one in particular, after finishing her final slice, a slightly pained look on her face. "Damn girl! You really packed it away huh?" Ruth quipped, poking Lucy harshly in the side. "Hey stop that D, I couldn't help myself, it was just too good." "Mhm, that's why you ordered so much huh?" Before Lucy could reply, the sound of the front door buzzer went off. "Oh shit!" Lucy said, pushing herself gingerly off the couch, "I forgot Tyler was coming over," she added, and pressed the button to let him in. In a few moments a tall, skinny white guy with short unkempt hair and a standard Northface puffy was standing in their living room. "Hey babe!" she said smiling, leaning up for a kiss. "Ugh Lucy look at yourself, what did you eat, a horse?" he replied, backing up a step, pointing at her extended middle. "What did I say about how much you've been eating lately?" "Oh, I'm, sorry Tyler I just got carried away and-" Lucy fumbled over her words, shrinking back away from him. "Whatever babe, as long as you're sorry it's fine. Let's go," he said, turning and heading back out the door. Lucy turned towards her roommates and gave a weak smile and wave as she followed him out of the apartment, closing the door behind her. "Tch- what an asshole," Ruth said. She noticed Alex's confused look and continued, "that's Tyler, Lucy's boyfriend of way-too-long. He's a major dickhead, always making critiques about her body. And I've seen the way he looks at other girls too. Lucy deserves better." Her anger was evident, her cheeks reddening to match the color of her hair. Alex decided not to mention that she makes similar comments, lest he get his head ripped off. The rest of the night was relatively uneventful, with Ruth and Talia heading out to a party together and Amber quickly escaping to her room. Alex lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling of his new home for the foreseeable future, mind puttering down for sleep. As sleep overtook him, he felt his dreams wandering towards Lucy. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Rain falls, like tears, into an endless sea" No, that sounds like shit. Ugh. Alex thought to himself. He sat in a booth of "The Inside Scoop," laptop open in front of him, working on an assignment. It was the end of his first week of classes, and the few lines of poetry in front of him were already making him question his major as a writer. "Here's your coffee sir," a cheery voice said, placing down a cup in front of Alex. It was Sienna, the barista from earlier. He noticed it seemed like she was always working there, not that he was complaining. "Thanks," he replied with a smile, pulling the warm mug into his hands and appreciating the scent of the fresh coffee. To his surprise, she slid into the booth across from him. "I just realized, I never got your name," she said as he looked up at her. She was wearing the same old-timey paperboy uniform as usual, her curly hair put up into a ponytail. "My bad, it's Alex." He put out her hand which she shook politely. "Well, it's nice to meet you Alex. Watcha workin' on that's got you looking so grim?" "It's nothing really, just a poetry assignment for a class I'm taking. Poetry never really was my thing," he replied with a slight sigh. "Wait no way, is it the first assignment in English Literature 100?" Sienna quickly replied, leaning forward with interest in her eyes. "At NYU with Mr. Yen? I'm in that class!" Alex put down his coffee in surprise. At this point Sienna was leaning nearly halfway across the table, eagerly awaiting his response. "Yeah! I'm sorry I didn't notice that you were in it..." he replied apologetically. "Nah you're all good, my schedule was all messed up so I wasn't there for the first week, I just got the assignments online. What's your major?" she asked. Her energy was so infectious Alex felt like he didn't even need the coffee in front of him. "English Literature with a specialization in investigative journalism, for now. You?" "Oh damn that sounds cool as hell, way cooler than being undecided like me. Although I'm leaning towards something literature based." Alex heard a voice call for her from the front of the store. "Well Alex, gotta get back to the grind, literally," she said with a wink. She leaned back in the booth and stretched, and Alex forced himself to avoid looking at her slight chest in her tight uniform. "I'll see ya soon Alex, and hey, maybe we could study together sometime!" With that, she bounded up and went back towards the front for her barista duties, leaving Alex alone to appreciate just how well her uniform complimented her ass. That night, Lucy walked into the kitchen to find Alex in front of the counter, placing a final sheet of pasta on a massive pan of lasagna. The first week of classes had been busy for everyone in the apartment, so they hadn't seen each other much. "Ooh lasagna! I didn't know you were a chef!" she exclaimed, walking up behind him and looking over his shoulder. He hoped she didn't notice him immediately stiffen with nervousness. *pull yourself together, you're going to be living with her at least the next year. And she has a boyfriend* he thought to himself, taking a breath to calm his nerves. "I'm not much of a chef really," he replied as he pulled open the oven and slid the lasagna in, trying to make his lack of eye contact discreet. "Cooking has just been a hobby of mine since I was a kid." "I guess I can't argue with that, but this looks delicious! Who taught you how to cook?" she asked, leaning against the counter beside him. He knew she was trying to break the ice, but he was still nervous as he looked over at her. She was as beautiful as ever, wearing a light yellow button down and her signature low-cut jeans, a soft smile on her full lips. "My grandma mostly," he replied, "my parents weren't around much, always working, so she basically raised me. But hey they're paying for my tuition so, no complaints!" She laughed, a light and airy giggle that made his heart swell, and a smile grow on his face. "Well, if your grandma's recipe tastes as good as it smells, we're in for a delicious dinner." she said through her laugh. "I mean- if you're going to share!" she quickly added, a light blush rising to her cheeks. Alex found her eagerness adorable. "Of course!" he replied, "I made it for everyone." "Well I'm glad, I love home cooked stuff! Maybe... a bit too much," Alex watched her energy deflate a little as she brought a hand to her soft middle. Before he could respond, Ruth burst into the room. "What's up assholes, I smell oregano!" she shouted, causing both Alex and Lucy to jump, then laugh at her tension-breaking entrance. Soon enough, all five roommates were sitting in their living room, eating lasagna and talking about nothing in particular. Alex noticed Lucy had only taken one slice, muttering something about a diet as she did. Despite this, every bite seemed to light up her face. "Hey this is really good," Ruth said to Alex, with various sounds of agreement from Lucy and Talia, "maybe you're not completely useless after all." "Thanks Ruth," Alex replied sarcastically. Talia was fumbling with her fork on her second slice. It looked like she had already started pregaming for one of the parties she seemed to always be going to. Alex also noticed that Amber had picked up her second slice. He rarely saw her have more than energy drinks and the occasional snack, so the second large slice of pasta on her plate surprised him. "You like it?" he asked, hoping to get some more words out of her. Although they had lived together for a week, he didn't think he'd spoken to her once, despite seeing her scurry to her room from the kitchen occasionally. Picking up on his train of thought in regards to her normal amount of consumption, she replied, "it... tastes better when you make it." It was a warm sentiment, and he smiled in response. Her immediately blushing and breaking eye contact didn't go unnoticed by Alex. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Hey, do you want to come with?" Talia asked, catching Alex off guard. He sat in the living room, working on an assignment on his laptop, while Talia stood in front of the hallway by the bedrooms, looking at him quizzically. "I've got a "Tight and Bright" party to go to tonight and my date just canceled, I need someone to go with me." "Oh um," Alex stuttered. "Come ooonnnn, it'll be fun!" Talia replied. "I've already got your outfit and everything. You'll be bright, and I'll be tight, obviously," she said, gesturing to her clothes. She wore a very small pair of jean booty shorts that left nothing to the imagination, and a spandex crop-top that highlighted her above average chest. However, that wasn't all it highlighted. It had been four weeks since the semester started, and Talia hadn't slowed down with the partying, or with the drinking and eating by the looks of it. Her crop-top and tight shorts showed off a good amount of her stomach, which was looking decidedly soft. While she was still well within the range of any average college-age girl, the formerly very thin girl was now only looking... normal. Alex thought she had probably only gained a couple pounds, but her tight shorts and shirt highlighted them incredibly. He felt a stir between his legs. "Fine, sure." he replied, trying to hide his arousal. "Yaaaaay!" she squealed happily, "I'll give you your outfit, we'll take some shots, and then we'll go!" *I look like an idiot* Alex thought to himself. He looked in the mirror of the bathroom at the party, and was greeted by a highlighter yellow t-shirt, neon orange basketball shorts, and a bright pink headband. He sighed and gargled some water in a futile attempt to get the vodka taste out of his mouth from the shots he took earlier. As soon as he stepped out of the bathroom and into the crowded party, however, Talia nearly crashed into him. "Oh heyyy Alex! Here drink this it's sooo good!" she slurred as she handed him a red solo cup of mystery juice. In doing so she pressed herself against him to steady herself, her ample chest squishing against him. He took a deep gulp to distract himself, which admittedly wasn't as bad as he thought. "See! So good," she said, sliding off of him and stumbling off into the party towards a group of girls calling her name. Parties never really were Alex's thing, not that he hadn't been to any before, but his friends in high school were more the, "go to the park and smoke" kind of people. Without Talia he felt a little out of his element. But, to his luck, he spotted a familiar face. "Hey Sienna!" he called, walking up to the curly haired girl. He was aware that he was probably being spurred on by the alcohol in his bloodstream, but he didn't really care. "Oh hey Alex!," she replied. Sienna was standing next to a short, slim girl who appeared to be of Southeast Asian descent. Her dark hair reached well past her shoulders, and various piercings decorated her facial features. As Alex walked up she seemed to scoot closer to Sienna, staring Alex in his eyes. "This is my roommate Isa, Isa this is Alex, he's in one of my classes." Sienna's words flowed together in a way that indicated she had consumed her fair share of drinks, although he doubted nearly as many as Talia. Next to her, Isa greeted Alex with a smile he felt was borderline carnivorous. He honestly felt a bit of fear towards the short girl. "Nice to meet you, Alex," she said, maintaining her position next to Sienna, "I was just telling my roomy here how The Inside Scoop needs to start selling her scones. They're too good to be kept to ourselves." "I didn't know you baked," Alex said to Sienna. "Oh yeah, and she's more than good at it. Her talents need to be shared with the world," Isa replied, to which Sienna turned away abashedly. "Hey stop it, my stuff isn't nearly good enough to be in the shop yet. Maybe after a bit of testing..." Sienna trailed off, lost in thought. Before Alex could continue their conversation, Isa pulled Sienna into another room. Alex swore he saw her glance back towards him and flash that same, knowing smile. Alex shrugged and returned to his wandering. His cup was surprisingly empty so he headed back towards the punch bowl, refilling it with the sweet mixture. He was starting to really feel the effects of the booze as he finished his third drink. While stumbling through crowds of party goers in an attempt to find somewhere to sit, Alex instead found Talia. She was standing over a makeshift snack table, which was covered in various appetizers. In one fist she gripped a handful of chips, while in the other she was tilting back a cup of something Alex doubted was water. Glancing down, it was clear to Alex that this wasn't her first trip to the table. She had unbuttoned her jean shorts, and the zipper had been pushed halfway down by her extremely bloated stomach. Alex swore with each gulp of her drink he could see it push just a little further, unzip the zipper just a little more, increase the amount of exposed skin from her crop top. Her gut hadn't quite reached past her tits, but it was a sight to see nonetheless. A sight that made Alex's cock twitch in his pants. She slammed down her cup and burped loud enough to turn some heads before stuffing the rest of the chips into her mouth. She turned and caught sight of Alex. "Oh my gosh, Alesh!" she said through a mouthful of food. He stood, frozen in place a pace away from her. She didn't have the same issue. Talia confidently waltzed up to Alex and flung her arms around his neck. While she was tall, she still had to look up to make eye contact with him. "Did I ever, -urp- mention how much I love your abs?" she asked, her breath hot against his lips. "Nope," Alex replied, trying to hide his nervousness. For a split second he questioned where her forwardness was coming from, but the liquor in his bloodstream quickly drowned the question out. "Well I do," she said, pressing herself against him. He could feel the roundness of her exposed stomach against him, warm and packed tight. He couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to wrap his hands around it, squeeze it. It was only when he felt the heat of her breath against his lips did he realize how hard his dick was, and that she could certainly feel it through his neon shorts. He couldn't help himself, he pressed his body against hers, feeling her large breasts press into his chest, and brought his lips to hers. Luckily the party was close to their apartment, and they were able to stumble back to 704 Westlake Lane quick enough that the spark didn't go out. As soon as the door closed behind them, Talia wrapped her arms around his neck again, pulling him into a deep kiss. He practically dragged her to his room as she attempted to pull his shirt off. When the door to his room was closed, he pulled off her crop top, revealing her perfect pair of breasts resting over her utterly stuffed stomach. He let himself fall backwards onto the bed as she climbed on top of him, ripping off the rest of her clothes. He took in the sight of her body, a small layer of thickness resting on top of what was so thin just a few weeks ago. As he gripped her burgeoning hips, she leaned to his ear, and whispered, "Take me." Amber bet they thought everyone had gone to sleep. It was like, three in the morning after all. But tonight was a raid night so she had been up late with her team grinding away. She was just about to leave her room when she heard the door opening, so she retreated back, only leaving enough of a crack to see what was happening. And she saw it all. Talia and Alex, wrapped up together, lips sloppily pressing against lips, bodies intertwined, Alex's toned chest revealed when Talia pulled his shirt off, contrasting her soft curves. Amber pulled the door closed slowly, making sure not to wake her roommate. She walked up to the mirror in her room, and pulled off the oversized t-shirt she was wearing, her standard outfit. She looked at her slight form in the mirror, faintly illuminated by the night lights of the city outside her window. She ran her hands up and down her sides, over her ribs, exposed by her flat chest. She imagined what it would be like to have full, womanly breasts like Talia. She imagined that it was Alex's hands brushing over her body, instead of her own.

"Looking for Roommate, URGENT!" Alex couldn't believe his luck. Freshman year of college at NYU, and he thought he was screwed, seeing as classes started next week and he hadn't found housing yet. But his salvation came late one night in the form of a little ad from craigslist glowing on his phone screen. "Four roommate's looking for a fifth! Three bedroom, two bath (you'll have your own room and bathroom, we're pairing up two per other room!), $750 rent. Reply ASAP! -" On this short notice, the offer seemed too good to be true. Nonetheless, he didn't see a downside to trying. Almost immediately after sending the message, he received one back. "Hey Alex! Thank you so so so much for reaching out! Our 5th roommate dropped out at the last second, you're literally a lifesaver! He left his furniture so don't worry about bringing a bed or anything. The address is 704 Westlake Lane, apartment 3, when can you move in?" 3 days later. Despite it being a Saturday in early September, the air held a chill to it, pushed along by a light breeze. Standing outside of 704 Westlake Lane, Alex shivered in his light jacket. In front of him was a standard glass door with a buzzer in the threshold, "704" hung above the door in brass lettering. Alex wanted to make a good first impression on his roommates, so he tried to get there a little early. Looking at his watch, Alex realized that 12 noon was an hour early, and that he had more time than he expected. Luckily, next door to his apartment was a coffee shop, its large, darkened glass window displaying the text "The Inside Scoop," with the second o of scoop being a cup of coffee. This actually made it look like "Scoup," but seeing as it could be his go to place for a cup of morning coffee, Alex decided to ignore the questionable graphic and went to pull open the door. Alex pulled on the door, not realizing someone on the other side had already begun to push it, and in doing so they overcompensated and crashed into Alex, causing them to stumble a little. Alex quickly grabbed their shoulders to steady them both. "Oh my gosh I'm so sorry!!" they said, as Alex glanced up from the slight stain of coffee on his jacket. In front of him was one of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen. Her skin matched the color of her drink, a light shade of brown, perhaps of middle eastern descent. She had long, wavy dark hair, that reached a couple of inches past her shoulders. Big, intensely blue eyes gazed intently at Alex's jacket as the girl attempted to wipe off some of the drink she had spilled. Beneath her nose were large, soft brown lips, with a tinge of dark red lipstick to them, turned into a cute scowl while she tried to fix her mistake. She was wearing a puffy purple jacket, which some of her drink had splattered onto as well. "Ah sorry! I, um-" she looked up at Alex, and they both blushed deeply as their eyes met. In that moment, Alex noticed three things. First, that she was noticeably shorter than him, maybe 5 foot 4 or 5 foot 5 to his 6 feet and some inches. Second, that he was still grasping her shoulders, which he quickly let go of. And third, that he might have just fallen in love with her. "I'm, really sorry, I have to go!" the girl said, as she turned past him, pointing towards a nearby bus stop. As she turned and quickly jogged off towards the bus, all Alex could do was stare at the back of her head, and give a weak wave. After a moment, Alex turned and walked into The Inside Scoop, cursing himself for not even having the balls to ask her name. "And now," he thought, "she's gone forever and my only memory of her is us running into each other." As Alex got in the short line he kept thinking, "wait maybe she's a regular here, maybe I can ask someone if-" "Can I take your order?" Alex's train of thought was derailed by the barista in front of him, after he failed to notice the line shrink to only him. "Oh uh, just a black coffee please," he asked, to which the barista nodded in response. After taking his payment and turning to make the drink, Alex took a second to look her up and down. She had dark brown skin, and tight curly hair that reached down to her shoulders, 4c. The theme of the coffee shop seemed to be -newspapers- for whatever reason, so to keep in theme the barista was wearing a paperboys outfit? Or something similar. It was a white button down that hugged her slim frame, tucked into light brown khaki pants. They were held up by black suspenders, although from behind Alex could see her small but shapely ass filled them out nicely, so the suspenders were undoubtedly just for show. If she caught him checking her out when she turned around with his coffee, she didn't show it, handing it to him with a smile. "Hey," Alex asked, "that girl that just left, dark brown hair, blue eyes, do you know who she is?" The bartender shook her head, "no, I'm sorry, I just started working here this week and don't remember her." "No worries..." Alex glanced at her name tag, "Sienna." "Of course," she responded with a big smile, before going to help other customers. As Alex sat down with his coffee, he thought about what his new roommates were going to be like. He'd only talked to the one over email, but they hadn't even put down their name, so Alex only knew them as PastaLovr22. Although pasta lover seemed like a nice enough guy, Alex considered that his other roommates might be a bit more problematic. For whatever reason, one of them had dipped out of their lease without warning, possibly because he had been driven out by his roomies behavior. Alex, however, honestly didn't care, as long as he had his own room, as finding somewhere to live a week before the semester starts in a college town is damn near impossible, so he accepted whatever negative aspects might come with the deal he got. Soon enough, the time had come for him to go up and see his new home for the next year. As he didn't yet have a key, he just buzzed into apartment three. On the building buzzer, next to apartment three, he noticed five last names, one of which was hastily scribbled out. Also on the buzzer was a taped note stating "intercom broken," so Alex wasn't surprised when the door automatically unlocked without him having to talk to anyone. "At least they didn't forget I was coming, that's a good sign," Alex thought as he walked up the two flights of stairs. On the first floor was apartment one, its un-interesting black wooden door immediately on his right as Alex entered the small lobby area. On the second floor, apartment twos door was decorated with plastic vines that had been glued up and down. Finally Alex reached the top floor, where he was greeted by the blank black door of apartment three, indicated by a bronze three, hanging slightly crooked from the door. "Here goes nothing..." Alex thought as he knocked twice on the door. "One second!" a voice sounded from inside, and much to Alex's surprise, a girls voice at that. It was soft, pleasant, and... Alex swore he recognized it. Before he could think much, the door swung open, and standing in front of him, was the girl that ran into him at the coffee shop. "Sorry about that!" She said, looking down as she did up the top few buttons of her shirt, "I just got home and had to rush to change, I-" she paused as she looked up, realizing who was in front of her. It was her! The girl he'd ran into outside of the coffee shop! As she buttoned up her shirt he was able to see her wholly, without the context of coffee spills or rushing around. She was wearing a lilac button down shirt that tightly hugged her modest breasts lifting the hemline slightly. She wore grey low cut jeans, that, along with her shirt, revealed a sliver of ever so slightly soft stomach. Her hips were maybe slightly wider than average, and filled her pants well, along with thighs her jeans wrapped around nicely. "Oh hey! It's, it's you! You're Alex?" She questioned enthusiastically, fumbling with the final button of her shirt. Alex stood rooted in his spot in the hallway, his mind whirling. It was the girl from before! She was standing right in front of him, in his new apartment! Which meant she was going to be his roommate! Alex couldn't believe his incredible luck, his heart thumping in his chest as his brain worked overtime spitting out a response. "Uh, yeah, that would be me," he stuttered in an awkward attempt to seem confident, "and you're pasta lover I assume? Sorry for crashing into you earlier." "Oh it's no worries at all haha, it was my fault," she said, letting out a small laugh, smiling. "And my name is Lucy! Sorry I totally forgot to mention that in the email." "It's all good," Alex responded, and continued to stand awkwardly. He wanted to move, to say something, to compliment her, but his brain had apparently short circuited, and thus they stood, staring into each other's eyes, half in and half out of apartment 3. He felt a blush return to his cheeks as he looked at her, and he felt his hands turn clammy. He tried to open his mouth to say something but before he did, he heard someone else approaching. "Jesus are you two assholes going to stand there all day or what?" said a new voice from inside the apartment. From behind Lucy appeared a new person, another girl. She was noticeably shorter than Lucy, probably only 5 foot 1 or 2, and Alex immediately noticed her wavy, fiery red hair, which was currently styled up into two messy buns on each side of her head. She had a very cute face, with piercing green eyes, a small nose, full, pink lips, and a scattering of freckles across her nose and cheeks. At the moment, however, she was scowling deeply. "You must be Alex," she said as she forced her way past Lucy into the hallway, "nice to meet ya, I'm Ruth. I'd offer a longer introduction but I'm about to go on a run and don't really have time to give you a tour, so I'll leave it to Lu over there. See ya!" Her entire monologue happened in only a couple of seconds, every syllable seeming to flow into the next as if the words themselves were in a rush. As she quickly walked past Alex and down the stairs, he was able to get a better view of what she was wearing (and her figure). She said she was going for a run but her outfit choice was, interesting to say the least. On top she had a black, baggy sweater that disguised whatever chest she may have, and appeared to have been ripped straight across the middle, turning it into a crop top and revealing her toned stomach. Although she was short, she was undoubtedly strong, as evidenced by her lower half. Her wide hips supported slightly thick, but very toned legs. She wore a pair of black jean shorts and fishnets, which Alex thought couldn't be comfortable for a jog, but judging by her physique, she knew what she was doing. Best of all, however, her shorts highlighted her magnificent ass, which was only slightly above average in size but perfectly shapely, and clearly entirely muscle, built from lots of squats, standing, or running. As she bounded quickly down the stairs she shouted, "and maybe invite him in instead of standing around like a dunce Lu!" "Oh, right! Please come in," Lucy stammered, turning into the apartment. Alex followed her, closing the door behind him, and took a look around his new home. The first room, just inside the doorway, was a spacious living room complete with two couches facing a flat screen tv on the far wall nestled between two windows, a large coffee table in the center of the room, a smaller table against the left wall with a pair of chairs, some paintings decorating the walls, and a bookshelf laden with books. Lucy pointed towards a door on the right wall. "That's the kitchen, I'll show you that in a sec. For now, just follow me to your room!" she said cheerfully, turning down a hallway to Alex's left. He couldn't help but look down. Her ass filled her jeans wonderfully. Although it wasn't as substantial as Ruth's, the way it jutted away from the small of her back, with shadowed creases forming under each cheek, had Alex's heart beating quickly. "This first room is Amber and Ruth's" she said, pointing to the first door on Alex’s right. It was plain and painted the same light blue as the rest of the apartment. "You already met Ruth," Lucy continued, "and Amber is probably still sleeping, I won't open it to not bother her. I'm sure you'll meet her soon enough," she said with a slight smile. The next door was the bathroom, according to Lucy. Moving on they came to the third door on Alex's right, which had been painted over with a beautiful, multicolored mosaic. "This room is mine and Talia's," she said, opening the door. The room was simple, and clearly separated into two halves. On the left was a neatly made bed with white sheets, a stained glass standing lamp, with various sized photos covering the wall. A desk stood at the end of the bed, with neatly organized papers and utensils sitting on it. On the right was a bed covered in a mess of hot pink sheets, with a small, overflowing trash can next to it. At the end of the bed was a dresser with a tv on top of it (as well as a discarded... bra?), facing the bed. "I'm not sure where Talia is right now," Lucy said, furrowing her brow, "probably out somewhere pregaming for a party. I asked her to be here to meet you but, whatever." Lucy closed the door. "This mosaic is amazing, did you do this?" Alex questioned Lucy. "Oh haha no, I wish!" she said, looking the art piece up and down. "Ruth did this, she's an artist. Although I had to convince her to use bright colors. She's more of a, black and white kinda person" Lucy explained. She continued down the hallway, towards the last door, at the end. "And here we are, your new room!" As she opened the plain looking door, Alex stepped into his room along with her. It was simple, but nice. Perfect for Alex. Being at the end of the apartment, the room had three large windows on one wall, facing the city street. The previous tenant had left a queen sized, and luckily unstained, bed, as well as a dresser, bedside table, and desk. This left the bare walls partially empty for Alex to hang up pictures and things. In one corner stood a large, curtained mirror. "What do you think?" Lucy asked, smiling brightly, walking into the room with Alex. "I love it!" Alex exclaimed sincerely, staring wide eyed at the bare walls. "This place is amazing. I can't say enough how lucky I am, really, thank you." he said, turning to Lucy. "Ah it's nothing," she replied, "really you're the one doing us a favor on such short notice! We weren't sure if we'd be able to pull together rent. And, you never know, what if we're all murderers," she says, ending her sentence with a half hearted laugh at her own joke. God she's pretty when she smiles, say something back, Alex thought to himself, say something back! "Haha yeah, you can murder me any time" Bro what Alex felt the heat rise to his cheeks, and he fought the urge to launch himself through the nearest window. Despite that, he managed to put on a smile, and pretended he didn't just say the stupidest thing ever. To his surprise, Lucy returned his smile, and laughed, genuinely. "Oh man, I'm glad you can take a joke," she said, looking up at Alex. "The guy that moved out was kind of the worst, always seemed like he had a stick up his ass." At this moment he noticed how close she was standing to him, only about a foot away, looking into his eyes. Alex never really was great at talking to the opposite gender, especially pretty ones. He knew he wasn't unattractive, standing at 6'2'' ish, with slightly above average features and, in his opinion his best trait, a head of flowing brown hair. However, whenever he tried to be suave or cool, he always found himself feeling like he was drowning. Now as Lucy's sparkling blue eyes bore directly into his soul, he felt as exposed as a deer in headlights. Until, of course, she turned back towards the hallway abruptly, completely shutting him out. But not before he thought he could see a little blush in her cheeks too. "So!" she exclaimed, "I was thinking tonight we could do a little roomie pizza party, get to know each other a little bit. I already told Ruth, and I'm sure Amber will be around. Just gotta call Talia and convince her to hold off on whatever party she has planned for a little," she said as she pulled out her phone, walking towards the hallway. "Does that sound good to you?" she asked, turning back to him. "Yeah, for sure," Alex replied, following her out of his new room. She led him back down the hallway into the living room, then to a door on the opposite wall. "And here's the kitchen," Lucy said as she opened the door, letting Alex in, "oh, hey Amber!" Standing in the kitchen was a short, blonde girl with a pixie cut, who appeared to be eating a single slice of bread? "Hi lus," Amber replied with a drawl. She looked like she had just woken up, short hair sticking out all over the place, her wrinkly black graphic tee draped over her very thin frame like a dress, reaching nearly to her knees, hiding whatever bottoms she may be wearing. Her legs were thin as well, and she overall just looked... small. Her face was pointed, but she was undeniably pretty. Emerald green eyes sat under long, dark eyelashes. Her small nose sat above soft, pink lips, in which was currently a slice of bread as she used her hands to crack open a Monster Energy. She glanced towards Alex. "Oh. Ish da new guy." she asked, voice muffled by the bread in her mouth. As she quickly looked Alex up and down, her eyes seemed to widen a little. Was she… blushing? "Yup, Alex!" Lucy replied cheerily, "Nice to meet you," Alex said, looking at the energy drink in Amber's hand. "What?" she asked, noticing his gaze, "I– I just needed something to wake me up." Alex thought that it must've been well past 1PM but elected not to say anything. She quickly glanced between Alex and Lucy, eyes still wide, then rushed past them, heading back towards her room. Alex spent the rest of his afternoon unpacking his room, putting up some posters and sorting his clothes into his dresser. After he finished he met back up with Lucy in the living room and spent some time talking, sharing hobbies and interests. Despite his earlier nervousness, Alex found the conversation flowing easily. "You've never seen The Princess Bride?" he asked, incredulously, eyes wide. "Haha no, I haven't really seen too many movies," Lucy replied, sitting across from Alex on the couch. "That's 'cus she's a fuckin looser," Ruth announced from the hallway with a grin. She had just came out of the shower having returned from her run a while before. Wrapped around her chest was a black towel, draping down to mid thigh, revealing both her strong thighs and calves, as well as an inch or so of modest, smooth cleavage. Alex struggled to maintain eye contact as she quickly walked into her room, closing the door behind her. "Piss off!" Lucy yelled after her, sighing. "Ruth might be a little... sharp along the edges, but she's a good friend. If not a bit sarcastic." "I'll uh, take your word for it," Alex replied. Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of the door unlocking. "That must be the pizza!" Lucy said, standing up, "wait how did they get into the building?" The door opened up, and a tall girl with long brunette hair stumbled in, carrying 4 large pizza boxes. "Whatsup y'all!!" she exclaimed excitedly, slurring her words slightly. "The pizza guy was stuck at the entrance so I just, took em from him." she continued, placing the boxes down on the living room table and cracking them open. "You musst be Alexxx!" she said, stumbling towards Alex as he stood up to greet her. "And you must be, Talia?" Alex questioned, smiling at the clearly tipsy girl. "Omg you know my name? Thatsss so funnyyy" she replied, as she stumbled up to Alex. "haha, roomiess!" Talia said, wrapping him up in a hug. Alex froze a little, taking the opportunity to take her in. She was tall, probably 5'7'' or 8. She had long, straight brown hair reaching past her shoulders. She was wearing bright pink pants that sat on her narrow hips, and a light blue tank top, revealing her skinny midriff. Her tank top was also quite low cut, revealing a surprising amount of cleavage considering her thin frame; her ample breasts pressing into his body. Despite being ** she radiated confidence. With her wide smile and light brown eyes, even though she was obviously **, her facial expression was as attractive as a carnation. "Ruth! Amber! Pizza is here!" Lucy called out, before heading into the kitchen to grab plates. As she did, Alex realized how much food there was. Four large pizza's for 5 people, that's... a lot to say the least. He wondered why Lucy ordered so much. He would soon find out.

This is my first ever written work of fiction and it is completely and entirely self-indulgent fetish TRASH. It has both female and male weight gain / stuffing but they're separated pretty clearly from each other, so if you're only into one gender and you see the name "Sam" skip until you see the name "Rebecca," and vice versa. It's part one of ??? so don't worry the weight gain will come eventually. Literally in the next part, actually. As I said it's trash and I am incredibly inexperienced so please feel free to give criticism! It doesn't even need to be constructive, although I'd appreciate that, just let me know you read it and I'd be happy. Also apologies for any formatting issues! jadePhantom out :dude putting on sunglasses and riding off into the sunset but it's actually a big painted wall like looney toons and he crashes into it and explodes and dies:

Your name is Kevin, and you get what you want. Today is the first day of your senior year, soccer tryouts are after class, and the day starts like any other. After grabbing a quick breakfast, you hop into your car and drive to school. Your first few classes are uneventful, as you’ve already completed most of your degree, leaving you with mostly filler. After lunch, you find yourself in Cooking class and pay little attention to the teacher. Instead, you notice a girl sitting at the desk next to yours. You don't recognize her so she must be a freshman. A slight little thing, she has short black hair and eyeliner on underneath large glasses. She's wearing high-waisted leather pants and a long sleeve crop top that ends just above her belt. You can't help but notice that she has a nice, albeit thin, body. Her breasts are small and barely push against her button-down crop top, and her ass barely fills the seat. Her very thin waist and flat stomach still give her a slight hourglass appearance, however. She also seems nervous, and she fidgets with a pen on the desk. You're curious about her and decide to ask her what her name is. "Hi, I'm Kevin, and you are?" "Um, hi...um, Kevin," she says. "I'm Rebecca." "Nice to meet you, Rebecca," you say, and she smiles shyly at you. "So what do you think of the class?" she asks, not looking up from the pen in front of her. "It's okay, I like to cook so it should be a good test of my skills. Why'd you sign up for this class?" you ask her. "Well, my counselor said I was required to take one more elective so I signed up for cooking. But I don't think I'll be much use in this class since I don't have any experience," she says. "Oh, I've got plenty of experience," you reply, smiling. Suddenly, the teacher instructs everyone that we need to choose a partner for the rest of the semester. "Hey, it sounds like you might need some help from someone with experience, would you like to be partners?" you ask Rebecca. She blushes and turns red, replying. "Umm, yes, sure." Class for that day was very simple, all we had to do was make a batch of 6 chocolate cupcakes. You did most of the work, while Rebecca mostly just watched, occasionally swiping some batter. In the end, six perfect chocolate cupcakes sat in front of you and Rebecca. The teacher complimented you and informed the class that you were taking everything you made in the class. You ate two of the cupcakes, and Rebecca ate three. You were surprised to see such a thin girl eat that many, but after noticing the look of bliss that appeared on her face after every bite, you no longer were surprised. "Would you like my last one?" you ask Rebecca, offering the final cupcake to her. "Oh I really shouldn't..." she replies, although the way that she is looking at the cupcake indicates she's willing to try it. "Why not?" You ask her. "Well you know, I've already had three and..." she looks away, blushing. "Hey don't worry, and don't get me wrong, you're hot, but you could stand to use a little meat on your bones," you tell her directly. Rebecca turns redder than before and her mouth opens as if she has something to say, but nothing comes out. You pass the cupcake over, and she bites into it. You can't help but smile as she looks at you with a little look of wonder on her face, licking the remaining chocolate off her lips. "Wow," she breathes, and a moment later she licks her lips again. "Don't worry, I won't share my secrets with anyone," you joke. Suddenly the bell rings, and Rebecca quickly packs up and starts to head out. As she stands up you notice her very thin belly just barely pushing against the button of her leather pants. You notice your cock start to harden in your pants, snaking down your thigh. Rebecca notices too, it's hard not to with how large it is, and she suddenly stops putting on her jacket and stares at your groin for a split second. "See you tomorrow?" You ask, breaking her out of her trance. "Y- yeah! See you tomorrow!" She replies, blushing furiously as she turns and quickly leaves the room. You chuckle as you watch her small ass hurry down the hall. The rest of the school day goes by uneventfully, you get the usual stares and bask in the attention, nothing unusual. What you're excited about, however, comes after school. "Alright, everyone! Welcome to tryouts!" shouts Coach. It's after classes for the day, and in front of you stands a small crowd of boys. You are the captain of the soccer team and are standing next to Coach looking at the crowd in front of you. You see a lot of returning faces, seniors, juniors, and sophomores that already made the team. They still have to try out, although their spot is virtually guaranteed. Among them, however, are new faces. A few upperclassmen, but mostly sophomores and freshmen. "Here's what we're gonna do..." shouts Coach to the crowd. As he drones on about how tryouts will be run, you look through the crowd of boys, and one catches your eye. He's short, standing at only about 5 foot 3. He has short brown hair and a very slim build, almost no muscle at all. He has soft features, and a nervous look on his face, as if he's worried something bad is about to happen. You can already tell that he won't make the team based on build alone unless he turns out to be some kind of wizard with the ball at his feet. However, the plans forming in your head for him don't involve soccer at all. Coach blows his whistle and everyone is separated into positions, keepers, defense, and offense. The boy you noticed earlier appears to be on offense, as he moves to the group that you're leading. As the captain, and forward of the team, you guide the group of returning and new players in a few simple drills, passing, shooting, the sort. You take mental note of each new player's abilities, considering how they'd pair with the current players, and their future potential. The boy you took notice of before does not look to have much potential. The ball gets tangled in his feet, his field vision is terrible, and he couldn't hit the broad side of a barn with his shot. That doesn't matter, however. You look at the tryout roster that Coach gave you and find him. "Sam" is the boy's name, he's a freshman. You can't help but smile. Later that night, you're meeting with Coach about who should make the team. You've got most of the open spots down when you come to Sam. "There's no way, right?" asks Coach. "I saw a lot of potential in him, I think he'd make a good addition to the team," you replied. However, you weren't talking about Sam’s potential as a soccer player. You meant... well you know what you meant. "Hmm, alright, I'll let this kid be your one pick for this year, but it's up to you to make sure he develops." Coach said back to you. "Oh he'll develop alright..." you think to yourself. You make your way back home after the meeting and go to sleep thinking that this year is going to be great. The next day begins the same as any other, you grab a quick breakfast and head to school. Your classes pass in a blur, with little attention paid, until you get to the class you were looking forward to, cooking. You see Rebecca already sitting in her seat next to you, reading, and as you sit down you glance at her and take in her outfit. She has low-waisted jeans on, and a crop top, showing off her flat tummy. “Good morning Rebecca,” you announce as you take your seat next to her. She looks up from her book at you, her large eyes magnified by her glasses, appearing surprised that you remembered her name. “Oh! H- hey Kevin! Good morning!” she stutters, albeit enthusiastically. Before your conversation can continue, "Today's food will be pasta!" declares the teacher, to which Rebecca's eyes light up. Although she says nothing, you can tell by her reaction that pasta is a favorite of hers. You chuckle under your breath and wonder how someone so small could have such joy for food. You begin working on the pasta, making it from scratch. Rebecca watches and helps out where she can, although you still end up doing most of the work. "Ah shoot," you say, looking at the uncooked past pile you've made in front of yourself. "What's wrong?" Rebecca asks. "I made way too much," you reply. "Guess I'll just make a big plate." The dish that you've been ordered to make with the pasta is alfredo spaghetti, for which you also make a very rich alfredo sauce. Occasionally you'll catch Rebecca out the corner of your eye dipping her fingers into the cheese sauce, and slowly sucking it off. You can't help but notice your cock hardening in your pants, and you try to focus on finishing the dish. You also notice Rebecca suddenly stiffen and quite obviously fail to not glance at your crotch every few seconds while blushing furiously. Finally, you finish the meal, a huge ** of spaghetti alfredo in front of you. You serve yourself some, and a bit more to Rebecca. "Thank you!" She says as she takes a bite. Her eyes widen, and she quickly takes another bite, then another. Soon her plate is wiped clean before you're even halfway done. "She's perfect," you think to yourself, then saying out loud "would you like some more?" She nods vigorously, blushing slightly, and you hand her an even larger serving. In the end, she eats four total servings of rich pasta, and although there is still much left, you are nonetheless impressed. "Oh -urp- I think I ate too much," she says, leaning back slightly in her chair and resting her hand on her belly, which now protrudes slightly again, a stray curve in her otherwise flat figure. You say nothing, instead focusing on trying to stop your cock from bursting out of your pants, it already being at full mast and reaching almost to your knee. Rebecca doesn't seem to notice, being in a stuffed state seems to have put her in almost a trance. Suddenly the bell rings, and you start to pack your things. "Ehem," you hear Rebecca catch your attention and turn to her. "Would you, help me up please?" she asks, still sitting back in her chair, her stuffed belly on full display. "Of course," you reply and help her to her feet. However, as you do, she stumbles slightly and ends up pressing her pert ass against your groin. You're quite a bit taller than her, and you flinch as you feel your cock press from the small of her back, against her ass, and slightly down her thigh. This seems to snap her out of her trance, a deep flush returning to her cheeks. She stays frozen for a second, no doubt feeling your huge cock pulse against her through your clothes. Suddenly she breaks away, her knees pulled together, "I - ah - um-" she stammers. "Don't worry about it," you say, a slight smile across your lips. You love to see them flustered. "Okay, see you tomorrow," she says quickly, and leaves in a hurry, although no doubt not as fast as she'd like due to the amount of food she's packed into herself. The rest of the day goes by uneventfully. After school, you have the first day of practice. As usual, you run the offensive drills, although today you intend to get to know your players a little better, starting with Sam. During a water break, you walk up to him, "Hi, I'm Kevin," you say to the panting Sam, who just finished some mediocre runs. He looks up to you, being nearly a foot shorter, and replies, "Hi, I-I'm Sam," he says with a slight waver in his voice. Perfect, he's nervous. You like to make them nervous around you. "You coming to the cafeteria after practice today? Our school is pretty prestigious so we can afford to keep it open late for the athletes, and it's buffet style, can't get much better than that," you ask Sam. He responds, "Yeah, sure, sounds good." He still seems to be out of breath. "See you later then, Sam." You say, and begin to jog back to the field. After the rest of the practice goes by, you find yourself at the cafeteria, joking with the new and returning players, celebrating the first practice of the season. As you look away from the rowdiness of your friends for a second, you notice Sam alone towards the end of the table, picking at a small plate of food. You decide to go over to him. "Pretty small plate you got there," you say to him, "not hungry?" "Not really," he replies, "guess I had a big lunch." "Come on, you can eat more than that!" you tell him, putting your hands on his shoulders. "Maybe I could," he responds. "You definitely could, and," you say, "you should as well. You're much too thin right now, you need to bulk up a little if you want to see any playing time," you tell Sam. "I-" he starts to protest. Your grip on his shoulders tightens slightly, and you bend down to his ear. "Listen to me," you command, your voice shifting from the suggestion of a friendly captain to a command from someone in a position of power, "you need to get something more to eat. I'm your captain and I said so, is that clear?" you whisper in his ear. "Yes," he replies weakly, a deep blush in his feminine cheeks, "Yes..." you hiss into his ear. "Yes, sir," he says shakily, eyes glazed over, legs pushed together. "Good!" you say cheerily, flipping off the switch, "now eat up!" you tell him. You return to the rest of the team, who were too busy being loud assholes to notice you even left. As you return to them, Sam scarfs down his food, almost in a haze, and gets up to return to the buffet. Towards the end of the night, much of the team has left, and it's only you and a few of the veteran players left talking. And, Sam. "What's up with him?" one of the other players asks, pointing towards Sam. Sam still sits at the end of the table, slowly moving his fork from the table to his mouth. You look him up and down and can clearly see the outline of his stomach, packed full of food, pressing against his t-shirt. "I dunno," you answer, "he's pretty quiet, and doesn't talk much." "Well, whatever, you ready to go?" they ask you. "Yup, one sec," you respond, and shout "Sam! Time to go." Sam looks up, looking as if he just became aware of his surroundings, and quietly stands up, walking past the rest of you as he heads for the exit. "Damn, he keeps eating like that and he's gonna bulk up," one of the other veteran players says. "Yes," you think to yourself, "yes he will."