Alexa stood proudly in front of her dorm room mirror, taking in the wonders of the Freshman 15. Or… slightly more than 15.
Her dazzling blue eyes twinkled in the morning light as they scanned her perfect body. She fought body shaming her entire life, especially from herself and her “friends”. Now that she was at college and away from everyone who could be so cruel, she could finally be herself. Alexa tussled her blonde locks, deciding whether to leave it down or pull it up for her last class of the semester. She already knew this final exam was a guaranteed A, so she wasn’t too stressed.
She landed on an updo for comfort and started getting dressed. Leggings and a tank top would suit her just fine with this perfect Spring weather. Alexa started to pull the legs over her thick calf muscles and found some resistance over her thicc thighs. With some effort and a bit of jumping, she was able to slip them up just enough to rest below her massive stomach. Sitting nearly a foot away from her body and almost perfectly round, Alexa had grown to love this bowling ball-dwarfing tummy.
Next was the tank top - over the head and slipping her arms through, not a problem. Just south of her pudgy chin were two enormous problems for any top Alexa wanted to wear. This XXXL tank slowly inched around the S-Cup breasts that jutted out from her torso like two balloons. Thankfully, these massive funbags had just the right about of perk and sag, making them impossible to look away from. She could hear the elastic in her shirt groaning as it stretched to its limit, some strands even snapping. Alexa was lucky this day to finally get it over her juggs and just above the impressive gut. There was no way this tank would stretch over that, and Alexa didn’t mind.
Last August when she first arrived on campus, Alexa would never have imagined she’d be this content in her life. Finally, she loved herself and she didn’t care what others had to say. Last August, she was a 90-pound, 5’3” wafer-thin shrimp that could barely speak up for herself. She would spend Friday nights and weekends alone in her dorm, too afraid of the judgemental stares and harsh words of her fellow classmates at university. She was mercilessly bullied by those she considered her loved ones and confidants in her hometown, so why would things be different for Alexa here?
Things began to take a turn about a month into her first semester. Alexa regularly ordered in food as to not receive any unwanted attention in the communal dining hall. She would always order more than she would actually eat so she could meal prep for the week, and tonight had her quite excited. The cooks decided to put together a delicious spread of pasta with meat sauce and garlic bread. The heavenly smells wafted through the apartment, seeping into her nose in a euphoric burst.
Cozied up on her couch in her p-jays, weighted blanket on her legs, and her favorite show on her laptop? This was turning into a perfect night. Episode after episode went by as Alexa mindlessly ate away at her food. She had been so excited to get started on her cozy night off that she didn’t think to separate out the food for future meals. Instead, she left the food within reaching distance, and throughout the night, she just kept eating.
Sure, her tiny tummy felt full, but the food was too good. Why stop a good thing? Three trays of food and two loaves of garlic bread disappeared down this stick-thin girl’s stomach in just a few hours. Once the final episode rolled, Alexa went to stand up but couldn’t. At least, not with the effort she’d normally use to stand. She reached behind herself to turn on the light and screamed when she saw what she had done.
Food Baby didn’t actually describe just how big her belly was. She could normally see her own ribs but now, her gut was sticking out like a firm, round ball nearly 6 inches from her torso. Alexa felt some slight pain from the tightness, but nothing too bad. Actually, when her hand landed on her stomach to feel if this wasn’t a nightmare, she enjoyed the feeling. Slow at first, but picking up speed, she rubbed her belly to help ease the discomfort and soon, she was asleep.
Alexa woke up the next morning well past her normal wake-up time to feel that the belly was gone. “Thank god, it must be a dream,” she said to herself. Unfortunately, she spoke too soon. When she looked down, she realized she couldn’t see her belly - something was blocking it. Her mosquito-bite breasts were gone, and in their place were two heavy B cups. Well, heavy compared to nothing on her chest just a day before. In the following panic, she did notice most of her belly was gone, just a bit of cushion from the rest of the food digesting. Alexa didn’t know what to do. After nearly an hour of panicking and pacing around her bedroom, she bundled up in an oversized sweatshirt and headed for the campus doctor. She couldn’t help but notice that even though she ate a meal meant for four adults last night, she was still hungry.
After an hour of waiting and a few hours of blood tests, the results were in - Alexa was perfectly healthy. “What?! Look at me! This isn’t normal!” Alexa motioned to her now very sensitive breasts and building stomach.
The doctor proceeded to explain that this, in fact, was an uncommon but not unusual diagnosis of post-puberty macromastia. They explained that it was most likely caused by a reduction in stress hormones, which that part made sense. Even though Alexa wasn’t comfortable at her new school, most of her stressors weren’t affecting her as much. Unfortunately for Alexa, the doctor didn’t have much to offer in terms of treatment. She was advised to closely monitor her diet, which was likely the cause of her most recent growth spurt. Alexa was asked to come back into the office every week to closely monitor the situation.
She spent the rest of the day wandering the campus, distraught with this news. She felt like a freak, knowing this wasn’t normal to have such rapid growth spurts. The deeper reason for her guilt lay in the shame that she felt during her binge eating the night before. Alexa felt incredible as she housed all that food and on top of that, she always wanted a bigger chest. She never imagined herself actually growing bigger.
She stopped in her tracks as her nose caught the delicious smell of food in the air. Alexa had managed to wander to the dining hall, where students were gathering for a hearty lunch. Half of her wanted to run away, back to her dorm, while the other demanded she get something to eat. The latter half won out, as she unconsciously walked into the hall and lined up for the buffet.
She was so nervous to make eye contact with anyone, afraid of what they might do or say. Those thoughts, however, faded away once she saw the spread of food available to her. She grabbed a tray and started to fill it up with delicious entrees and desserts until she couldn’t carry anything else. Alexa stumbled over to a nearby empty table and dug into the delicious burger and fries she had found. The feeling of the food sliding down her throat and filling her stomach was heavenly. Once that plate was gone, she started on the pizza. Piled high, she downed slice after slice, eventually needing to remove her shirt from the constriction.
“Mind if I join you?” A wirey-framed man asked. Alexa was too busy to be nervous about this man seeing her eat or even respond, so she just grunted in approval. The man introduced himself as Brian and tried his best not to stare as Alexa finished her 8th slice of pepperoni pizza. Her small bump of a belly was looking closer to a basketball, hiding under the table as she sucked down a milkshake and started on some eggrolls.
Brian made some small talk that Alexa grunted and nodded to, barely listening. She was too busy feeling her belly getting heavier than a bowling ball as she finished off some turkey club and a soda. After three slices of chocolate cake, she couldn’t have another bite. She leaned back and rested her hand on her enormous gut, taking a minute to realize the damage she had done. Brian’s eyes went wide when he saw how big she’d grown, and the shame came closing in on Alexa. She desperately tried to put on her hoodie but was unable to fully pull it around her massive middle.
“Are you ok? Do you need a hand?” Brian offered, but Alexa couldn’t listen. With great strength, she was able to haul herself to a standing position, covering her gut with her arms. It looked as if she was trying to carry a watermelon that was too heavy for her as she scurried out of the mess hall.
She “ran” back to her dorm and shut the door, crashing onto her couch. “What the hell is wrong with me?!” She cried, as she felt a deep rumble in her gut. She could feel something stirring, then suddenly, her gut began to shrink before her eyes. She was speechless as the inches fell away until she had a light paunch. Then, the real party started. Her B-cups grew a tingle, then a pressure began to build. Alexa moaned as her breasts bulged in her hoodie, reaching C-cups in no time. She rubbed them, feeling how wonderfully sensitive they were. She couldn’t get enough. After a few minutes, the feeling subsided and her breasts were nearly D-cups. While she should be scared, she was… thrilled.
For the first time in her life, she liked her body, even her little belly. She even noticed some extra mass on her ass and thighs. Nothing major, as most of the growth was focused on her breasts, but she didn’t mind the tight feeling in her leggings.
She even felt confident enough to go out to dinner instead of ordering in. While a bit nervous, she noticed a familiar face eating alone. With a tray overflowing with food and treats, Alexa grabbed a seat next to Brian. “Hey you,” she said, giving him a light smile.
“Oh hey! Are you ok? Wait…” he looked down, seeing her giant belly was gone. “What happened to your…”
“That’s just a little magic trick I can do,” was the best excuse Alexa could come up with. “My family has very fast metabolisms, and I’m still a growing girl apparently,” she giggled as she started on her roasted potatoes. Brian watched as 10 potatoes disappeared from her plate and her gut surged in growth.
“Wow… that’s… really cool!” Brian exclaimed.
“You… think so?” Alexa asked timidly, working on her steak next.
“Yeah… that’s so interesting. Does it hurt?”
“It’s crazy, not even a little. I just eat until I can’t anymore and then my body gobbles up the energy it needs.”
“Impressive. Mind if I … watch?” Brian asked awkwardly.
Alexa blushed, her anxiety rising again. As her breath picked up, she could feel her boobs in her bra two cup sizes too small fight against her new size. She liked it, and to be honest with herself, she loved that someone else was curious too. “Sure,” she smiled as she worked on her next plate.
The rest of the evening consisted of Alexa clearing her plate, rubbing her growing gut, and chatting with Brian about each other’s lives. He helped her home when she was having trouble standing with such a big belly. Once back at her place, she even got the courage to invite him inside for the night. That’s how she got her first boyfriend.
The rest of the year was a blur of studying, hanging with her boyfriend, and downing as much food as her body could handle. As the months went by, her capacity only increased. The little pudge that remained only increased, growing larger after every stuffing. Brian had grown fond of rubbing it when it was tight as a drum, and Alexa loved it.
Her breasts quickly outgrew every new bra she special ordered, which she’d grown to love. Not the price tag, of course, but watching her gigantic milkers bulging from a bra bigger than her own head.
She’d grown accustomed to asking for reinforced chairs at restaurants, even asking for two chairs to support her expanding ass. The more she grew, the more her body shame and anxiety melted away. She’d even grown comfortable enough to join a gaming group on campus. Three nights a week, Alexa started to make real friends.
Which brings us to her last day of her first year. Her new body looked like it could swallow two of her old bodies, and Alexa loved it. After her final exam, Brian planned to treat her to an all-you-can-eat buffet. Alexa quivered with excitement as they took their seats in the corner and asked the staff to bring them one of everything.
For the next five hours, well past closing time, Alexa shoveled away pound after pound of food. Her gut forced her thick thighs apart as it grew rounder and heavier, larger than she imagined a belly could get. Brian rubbed it under the table and encouraged her to keep going. Even at her size, she was running out of steam. She had three plates left, all cakes meant for a birthday party. “Keep going, babe. Almost there.”
“You’re … so …. Bad…” she said between breaths as she dug into the first cake. She could feel the stitching pop on her leggings, tearing at the belly. The table moved further away from her as she started on the last cake. Struggling with the last few bites, Brian took the fork from her and fed her himself. She made eyes at him as she sucked the fork clean of the last remnants of cake and her belly touched the floor as she leaned forward. It looked as if she’d swallowed a small couch, and she loved it. They each rubbed her belly as it started to convert all that delicious food into energy.
Alexa motioned for Brian to come closer, who leaned in to hear her whisper. “I’m still hungry.”
THE END