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(BBW, Weight gain, Freshman 15, Stuffing) A former high-school bombshell enters college and succumbs to the freshman 50 in spectacular fashion. Inevitable By Polarisdreamer Part 1: The Twins Evelyn was about a mile away from returning home from her morning run when she caught a glimpse of her sister’s car speeding by her. Scarlett was returning home from her freshman year of college and Evelyn, the 18-year-old high-school graduate, was eager to hear about her sister’s experience. So, Evelyn adjusted her sports bras, her DD cups required the extra support, and picked up her pace. With each step she took, the locks of her curly, medium-length, dirty-blonde hair bounced up and down. Her hair being all over the place never bothered her, it was heaving her two juicy melons around that Evelyn dreaded. Despite being relatively short at 5’3, puberty had graced Evelyn early on with the largest boobs in her high school. Proportional to her size that is, there were a few fatties that had bigger breasts than she did, but Evelyn only weighed about 125lbs and sported a narrow waist with defined abs. As Evelyn turned onto her street, a random car driving by gave her a honk of approval. Turning her head, Evelyn recognized the face as one of her male friends from school. He’d probably caught a glimpse of her firm and shapely butt from behind and recognized her. After all, there were not too many short women who maintained such a full hourglass figure in their small town. Prancing into the driveway, sweaty and in need of a drink of water, Evelyn was stopped in her tracks once she observed her sister unloading stuff from her car. Though Evelyn and Scarlett were twins, they hardly looked identical anymore. Scarlett took notice of Evelyn’s stunned expression and defensively declared to her judgmental twin sister, “Quit looking at me like that! Gaining weight your first year of college is inevitable! It’s the sad truth!” “Haha, oh my god Scarlett! You’re huge!” Evelyn teased with a poke to her sister’s generous gut, “It’s the freshman 15 not the freshman 50! Didn’t you get the memo?” “Laugh it up while you still can, because I guarantee that a year from now, you’ll be the one sporting some serious unwanted pounds.” Scarlett vowed, as Evelyn inspected her sister further. Not only had Scarlett grown a big round belly, but her breasts had inflated like water balloons and now rested upon her outwardly protruding belly. If Scarlett’s gut didn’t look so mushy and soft, Evelyn might have mistaken her for being pregnant. “Yeah right. Fat chance. I’m not lazy like you.” Evelyn countered. Even though the two of them had sported a roughly identical body shape since puberty, Scarlett was always a bit soft, and Evelyn was always in better shape. “Lazy or not, it’s got nothing to do with it. When you go to college you break away from the routine you’ve had your whole life. And all those lifestyle changes really add up.” Scarlett began to earnestly warn her younger sister. “Unhealthy lifestyle changes add up, which is why you got fat and I won’t.” Evelyn countered mocking her sister’s excuses. Looking visibly embarrassed, Scarlett shot back, “Listen, we’re all in this together sis, nobody looks as good as they did in high school after their first year of college. Ignoring my advice on this is a recipe for disaster.” “Haha, I’ll take my chances.” Evelyn chuckled to herself, as she headed inside without offering to help Scarlett unload her car. Unlike most twins, Evelyn and Scarlett were not the closest of friends. Their independence from each other was seeded the day they were born. Scarlett, the older of the two, was born on September 1st at 11:58PM. Evelyn was born on September 2nd at 12:13AM. This distinction meant little to the poor family of four until about five years down the road. You see, the cut-off date for kindergarten in their state was September 1st which meant Scarlett was eligible to start her formal education at age 5 but Evelyn wasn’t. Since the twin’s parents both worked full time at low paying jobs, they were stuck with a difficult choice. Continue paying expensive daycare costs for both of their young girls or enroll Scarlett in kindergarten and only send Evelyn to daycare. For better or worse, the parents went with the cheapest option. So, despite being only 15 minutes apart in age, Scarlett and Evelyn went through their primary education one grade level apart. They formed different peer groups, apart from their mutual friend and neighbor, Paige. Growing up, Scarlett was quick to get ahead with her education, making Evelyn feel like she was the less academically gifted of the two; however, Scarlett was the youngest in her grade meaning that at a young age she was so outmatched at sports that she never picked any up. Conversely, Evelyn was the oldest in her grade giving her the edge in sports from a young age. So, while Scarlett excelled in the classroom, Evelyn dominated every sport she decided to play. By the time each sister was in high school, puberty had set in, and things had changed slightly for the distant twins. Both sisters were early bloomers, but Scarlett especially matured slightly faster than Evelyn. As Scarlett received more and more male attention, her interest in academics waned. She developed a thing for the local ‘bad boys’ and partied throughout her senior year of high school. Evelyn, on the other hand, handled her popularity with the opposite sex more modestly. Though she got a boyfriend, Rob, a thrower on her track team, her interests still lay in sports. However, unfortunately for her collegiate ambitions, her times for track and field and cross country got worse every year after her record-breaking freshman season thanks to her womanly developments. Meaning that there were no athletic scholarships to help her pay for college. When presented with the option of going to a community college and staying at home with her parents or taking out student loans and finally getting to live out of state, Evelyn chose the latter. Though she and her boyfriend were set to attend different colleges in the Fall, they were going to try keeping things going long distance. Despite all the change on the horizon, Evelyn was optimistic about enjoying her summer vacation and starting her college career in the fall. Though she didn’t always get along with her older sister, she’d always been able to learn from her twin’s mistakes. Though college might have ruined her sister’s once exquisite figure, Evelyn was determined not to let it ruin hers.

Went to university and started gaining weight, do you want to see? Looking for everyone who speaks english, but I also speak Czech.

Ugh i was so fit and ran track all the time. I really let myself goo

Hey Everyone, I am pretty new to all of this and i figured I should introduce myself So I have always been self conscious of my weight even when I was my skinniest before college, probably around 150lbs but then college hit and over a few years I managed to put on a few lbs or 20 lol. I was more self conscious than ever but I just couldn't manage to lose weight. then at school I met a guy that had told me about feederism and weight gain and he made me realize that thick and chubby is beautiful, and honestly it was so nice to not have to worry about what I eat constantly, and working out, it was nice to just be free lol. So after meeting him I managed to put on another 30lbs while I was at school. Now im around 200-205 and I definitely am more confident than I was but I still struggle sometimes. So my BF convinced me to post on here to show me that hes not the only guy that likes bigger girls. So heres a little before and after 😜

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Hi all! This essay is the first chapter of a weight gain fantasy that I'm writing. Hope you like it! Chapter 1: Gotta get to class beep … Beep … BEEP … *thump* Allie’s soft palm stifled her alarm clock with reluctant heaviness. A cat nap was not enough to ameliorate the symptoms of yet another all-nighter, but it would have to hold her over. College was far more challenging than the high school curriculum that faded into the rearview mirror when she left home. Advanced microbiology lab would start promptly at 5:45 pm. If Allie wanted to eat dinner beforehand, she would have to hit the dining hall soon. Donning a pair of faded, baggy daisy dukes and a breathable tank top, Allie shuffled out of the dorm. Still dazed from her afternoon respite, Allie winced under the bright afternoon sun. She quickly acclimated, as the gentle rays danced across her fair skin. Bright light glinted off her flowing mop of chestnut hair, draped casually across her shoulders. The hem of her tank top rose slightly, as she raised her arms to corral the unruly strands into a convenient pony tail. Warm sunlight caressed her exposed navel. It sent a subtle signal, indicating immodesty to the small-town sweetheart. She quickly tugged her top back down. The blush on Allie’s face was barely discernable as she realized that it was getting harder to conceal her midriff. A strait-laced upbringing left Allie adept at hiding feelings that might belie her reputation as an uncorrupted, straight A student-athlete. Her former cross-country coach would surely chide her if he saw the growing body of evidence indicating that she hadn’t maintained her training. A stray frisbee skittered across the sidewalk chalk, snapping Allie back to attention. “Toss it here!” huffed an exasperated, blonde freshie. Sweat glinted off her ruddy complexion, as she clapped her hands in anticipation of Allie’s toss. With a disagreeing sigh, Allie flicked the disc back to the girl. She simply couldn’t understand why her peers squandered so much time on the quad, when they should be studying for the first round of midterms. They loomed just weeks away. As Allie crossed the threshold into her favorite dining hall, the scent of freshly baked bread washed away her stress. Crackling ovens churned out new loaves, along with pizzas, toasted subs, and the other carb-filled delights. Such delicacies had been forbidden to the teenage track star. A wry smile stretched across Allie’s face as she placed her order. Two slices of pepperoni and sausage, a side order of breadsticks, and a large Coke. Can’t forget the dipping sauce! With college came the freedom to indulge. Diagrams of plant and animal cells danced across Allie’s iPad as she prepped for her upcoming lab. As an aspiring microbiologist, she wanted nothing more than to ace this class. It was rare for a first-year student to get into such a seminar, and Allie relished the opportunity. Chewing absentmindedly, she settled into the cheesy bliss of her entrée, losing herself in a combination of savory flavors and passion for science. Gradual pressure against her waistband coaxed her out of the splendor. She rubbed her taut waistline, hoping nobody would notice her food baby bulge. Booth cushions groaned as Allie heaved herself from the table. Despite her sauntering pace, she arrived at the lab with time to spare. Her classmates were busy chatting about the upcoming football game, or the scuttlebutt from the latest kegger. Muffled rhythms emitted by the headphones of screen-obsessed introverts sailed hauntingly above the din. As she arranged her notes and calibrated her microscope, a welcome voice cut through the dull roar. “Hey there lab mate, ready for some science?” Jennifer plunked her blue JanSport backpack on the table, taking the seat next to Allie. She chomped into a panini as she waited for a reply. “No food in the lab, Jen!” smirked Allie, scanning the room to see if the teaching assistant had arrived. Allie was relieved by her friend’s presence, even if she was cavalier about lab safety. “Well then, help me finish,” Jen playfully commanded, thrusting half her toasted treat towards the already stuffed Allie. Not wanting to offend her gifted lab mate, Allie obliged. Jen was a brilliant student, sporting a high school transcript adorned with AP credits. As the only sophomore to be elected president of the Microbiology Club, she was a role model to Allie. After scoffing down her half of the panini, Allie hoped nobody could hear her overfilled belly groan. She disappeared into a flowing, white lab coat to cover her swelling stomach. After putting down her backpack, Jen walked to the glass cabinet containing the microscopes. The swoosh of her loose-fitting, jet black tunic top caught Allie’s eye as she walked away. It perfectly matched Jen’s soft, fastidious, pixie cut hairstyle. In the reflection of the glass, Jen’s piercing blue eyes and red lips stood out like sapphires and rubies spaced symmetrically across her snow-white complexion. The surgically precise horizontal line cut sharply by her bangs juxtaposed the enticing softness of her visage, with chubby cheeks flexed in a permanent smile. She exuded confidence. She held her chin up high, unabashed by the soft roll of pudge underneath, threatening to sprout a double chin. Jen turned slightly to the side as she slid the cabinet doors open. Her ample breasts, proudly protruding like the twin hulls of an ocean-faring catamaran, demanded too much space for her to casually pluck the scope off the shelf while facing it squarely. Her thick fingers and pudgy wrists, flexed against the cabinet’s handle, indicated the decadence of her life. No calluses from manual toil, only smooth softness. Her thighs had grown broad and sturdy, from holding up a pudgy torso. The dark blue jeans stretched across them looked worn between her thighs, as if the friction was taking its toll, but she still retained the supple physique of a girl who could be nimble, if necessary. Jen’s ample backside offset the perky melons barely contained by the upper half of her frame. Her ass could serve as a shelf, if someone needed to put down their beer at at party. Jen’s scope was one shelf too high for her 5’4” stature to easily reach. Her thick, supple arms reached overhead, to grab the base of her assigned equipment. With a guilty side-eyed glance, Allie caught a glimpse of Jen’s side-boob. The rising flutter of Jen’s top revealed two deep dimples on her lower back, just above her beltline. Allie melted. They didn’t make girls like Jen in Allie’s hometown. Bright, curious, sassy, and curvy. She was something new and enticing to Allie, who grew up in a culture where all the girls were expected to be sticks. Jen’s thick physique came with an independent, unique confidence that Allie found irresistible. With a clang, the doors in front of the lab swung open, heralding the arrival of the teaching assistant. A portly red-head in a flowing blue sundress and tight black leggings strode briskly to the front of the room. Her ample bosom rose and fell with each breath, as she placed a stack of papers on her desk. “Ok, class, settle down,” she commanded, with her hands placed atop her wide, hourglass hips. “While we’re waiting for lab to start, come get your quizzes! You’ll need them to study for your midterms!” Allie’s heart raced as she approached the TA’s desk. After shuffling through the papers, she came across her quiz, folded in nearly in half, so only her name was visible towards the top of the sheet. She scurried back to her seat. With trepidation, she unfolded the quiz. Allie’s heart sank. “Hey, you got an 82! Good job,” complimented Jen, while she finished setting up her microscope. “The class average was like a 76.” “Thanks,” quipped Allie, from behind a forced smile. “But I was hoping for better. Getting an A in this class is really important to me,” she confided. Jen couldn’t help but notice Allie’s disappointment. Jen had picked up her quiz before class, at the TA's office hours. She decided to keep her 98 out of the conversation. “Well, if you have some free time tomorrow afternoon, hit me up! Some of my sisters and I have a study group for this class. You’re welcome to join.” Allie beamed with newfound encouragement. “Thanks Jen! Text me the details, and I’ll be there.” Four hours later, the microbiology lab finally drew to a close. Allie was exhausted. She still had a bit of studying to do, so she stopped by the library on her way home. To stay awake, she decided to grab a coffee from the barista strategically placed right inside the library foyer. When she was in training for a track meet or cross-country race, Allie wouldn’t be caught dead with anything other than a black coffee or tea. All the missed opportunities of her youth haunted her taste buds like gustatory ghosts, warning her not to make the same mistake twice. “I’ll have a grande white chocolate mocha, please,” Allie mumbled to the barista, bashfully. Diligently, the barista’s stubble parted with a Human Resources approved smile, cocked his head to the side, and enticed her with a polite, “Will that be all?” “And a chocolate chunk cookie,” blurted the encouraged Allie. Internally, she rationalized “I deserve it, after that demanding lab.” Allie found a quiet table, reviewed her notes, and absentmindedly slurped down 600 calories of caffeinated sugar. She topped it off with every crumb of a cookie that could serve as a dinner plate for a more modest dieter. After returning to her dorm, the only thought on Allie’s mind was to shower off the stress of the day and go to sleep. It wasn’t long after closing the bedroom door that her daisy dukes and tank top were plunked unceremoniously in the hamper. Allie reached for the towel hanging by her mirror. What she saw looking back at her took her breath away. Allie’s gut, freed from the confines of her jean shorts, retained a thin red streak across the circumference of her bloated waist, serving as a remembrance of her belt line’s tyranny. Her jaw dropped, as her plump pointer finger traced its outline, just beneath her deepening navel. When she was a runner, she clearly sported an outie. It stood proudly beside her hardened six-pack, an ironic symbol of discipline, considering she couldn’t drink if she wanted to maintain it. In a matter of months since high school graduation, that testament to tenacious athleticism had been smothered under a smooth mound of fat, buried like the memories of all the nights she went to bed hungry. Allie cupped her budding belly in both hands, staring into the mirror, befuddled at the newfound curves. “I’m just a little bloated from the pizza,” she told herself, ignoring the love handle humps protruding above her panties. Giving her belly a gentle shake, she couldn’t help but notice how heavy it felt. She turned sideways, curious to see if her tubby tummy extended past her tits. Looking down, it was hard to see over their bloated bumps. They had grown to the point of straining her bra, spilling over the sides. In high school, her caloric deficit left her flat-chested. Faint, pink stretch marks near her armpits served as evidence that her resurgent womanhood wouldn’t be caged in the cramped sports bra of a track jersey any longer. Modest mounds that could be easily covered by Allie’s palms now stretched past even her splayed out fingers. “They’ve gotta be at least D’s by now,” Allie pondered, as she bounced them up and down, admiring their heft. The motion sent shockwaves rippling across her newly added abdominal adipose. It was the jiggling of cellulite on Allie’s ass and thighs that really caught her attention. While grabbing a handful of her softening hindquarters, she chortled at the thought of squeezing into her old, skimpy running shorts. “There’s no way all this would fit,” she joked, playfully spanking herself. “Coach would be so pissed.” That thought stuck with Allie as she wrapped her corpulent frame in the soft cotton of her towel, and jiggled her way to the shower. She felt so naughty as she rubbed soap suds across her burgeoning curves. She wasn’t supposed to look like this. Like a girl four months pregnant. As her gluttonous meals plodded through her digestive system, her overworked anatomy gurgled in complaint. Her hand slid to the underside of her belly, in a subconscious attempt to quiet the rumbling. As the warm water dripped down Allie’s plump stomach, she could feel little streams starting to form in the wrinkles of fat on her hips. They funneled the flow down to the crease where her chubby thighs met her widening hips. All that steamy water couldn’t stop Allie from shivering, as the excitement of her defiant, lazy lifestyle crashed against her willpower to remain fit and pure. Her hand ventured further south, past her flabby lower belly. She discovered that even the lips of her inexperienced vagina had grown pudgier. They tingled against her soft fingers, and enticingly parted. Allie’s pussy rivaled the hydration of the shower, and as she rubbed herself, the quivers rippled across her fattened body. It only served to urge her onward. As her throbbing clit began to stand out, she realized she still had one outie to play with. Allie knew she should be looking for a professional college boy with a good degree, but she just couldn't keep Jen out of her mind. She wondered whose voluptuous breasts were larger, whose belly softer... Allie would sleep well that night, and dream of the study group waiting for her tomorrow.