Kallie had just entered her Sophomore year of university, and she was extremely excited. Her Freshman year had been disappointing: Freshman students were not allowed to have cars on campus, and were required, for the most part, to reside in the student residential hall. This meant no crazy parties, no alcohol hidden in the room, and the worst part: no private kitchen. She had been required to share the resident hall kitchen with 100 other students, which meant it was constantly busy, and when it wasn't, it was disgustingly filthy. But now she had an apartment with her best friend, Michelle. Their first order of business after unpacking was obtaining beer, which they ended up buying five 24-can packs of. The second order was, of course, food. Neither girl came from a modest household: their combined monthly allowance exceeded $500, graciously accepted from their worried, affluent parents. That being said, the beer barely set them back, and anything and everything was plucked from the shelves. Chips, cookies, every manner of pasta, breakfast meats, deli meats, basic kitchen ingredients, and all sorts of miscellaneous clutter. By the time they left the store, they had two full carts, filled to the brim with food, and a relatively small amount of decorations.
After laying out their new rug, plugging in their new lamp, and taping up their new Christmas lights (despite it being August), food was put away in pantries and the fridge. Everything was shared between the two: no labeled shelves, no individual cabinets. Dinner was prepared as the first case of beer was opened: spaghetti and meatballs, a box of cookies, and of course, more beer.
By 10 PM Michelle and Kallie were bloated, drunk, and having a blast. They had picked up several cheesy chick-flicks from the store, and were making their way through them at a steady pace, although they talked, belched, and giggled over almost all the dialogue. Toasting together, their beer cans clanking together, they vowed that this year would be the best year of their lives so far.
Michelle and Kallie had vowed to work out every day at college. They were both svelte, fit girls: almost no ass or breasts to speak of, barely noticeable abs, and of course, perfect faces. However, Kallie was prone to "horrible hangovers" whenever she drank, which meant that more often than not, Michelle was out running by herself. The Sunday before classes officially started, Michelle confronted Kallie.
"Kallie, I've been out running every single day without you. You always say you have a hangover, but I feel like you just don't feel like running with me... What's going on?" Michelle inquired, trying to look hurt. Kallie didn't look up at her, as her eyes were transfixed to the television, watching her favorite sitcom.
"Of course I want to run with you, Chelly! I'm just... I haven't been up to it. Besides, we're both the finest girls on campus, you know that! Missing a week of exercise isn't going to cause me to bloat up like some porker!" Kellie responded, forcing herself to ignore the slight pudge that was oozing over her shorts. "I'll start running with you this week, I promise! We're best friends, remember?"
Despite her promise, Kallie did not run with Michelle at all the next day. Or the following day. Or the rest of the week. Every day was a new excuse, from "I've got class early tomorrow" to "I'm hungover" to "I think I'm getting sick". By the end of the week, Michelle had given up even entering Kallie's room to ask if she wanted to come with, opting to run with a group of girls from the apartment below.
Kallie, red-faced from embarrassment and exhaustion, tried for the umpteenth time to button her jeans. Her slightly pudgier form jiggled and shook as she lay on her bed, straining to connect her button to the open, waiting hole on the opposite flap of her jeans. Finally admitting defeat, she rested for a moment, slightly winded from the effort.
"How the fuck did I manage to shrink these jeans in the wash?" She asked herself as she laid on her bed. For the first time in her life, her size 2 jeans refused to button. Sighing, she sat up. Looking downward, she noted that her stomach had not grown nearly enough to cause such a large gap between her jean flaps. When she attempted to "pinch an inch", she found it almost impossible: her stomach had simply not grown. Pulling the jeans off, she made her way to the full length mirror, turning sideways to see her body's profile. Her eyes widened at what she saw: her ass had grown. What was once a fit (albeit small) booty had grown into an average sized ass. It actually STUCK OUT, much to Kallie's dismay. "Seriously... How did this happen?" She said aloud yet again, although she already knew the answer. Her beer binges every night, coupled with her complete avoidance of exercise had caused her butt to grow. "I suppose it could be worse... At least I didn't get a gut, like that fat-ass Brianna in my Economics class." Kallie always knew how to cheer herself up: comparing herself to girls she viewed less pretty than herself. Grinning, she grabbed a pair of sweats off the floor and pulled them on, grateful for the extra room in the rear.
Belching loudly, Kallie motioned for another beer, much to the delight of the guy she was sitting next to. She didn't know his name and didn't bother trying to learn it, after all, she was only at the party to get drunk. This guy didn't stand a chance with her, and he knew it, which was exactly why she had chosen to sit next to him: she knew he would constantly bring her drinks in hope of getting some sort of sloppy make-outs. Giggling flirtatiously as he handed her a new Solo cup full of beer, she mentally berated him. "You'd never even have a chance with me, even if I was completely plastered, you pathetic fuck." Apparently her new set of clothes were effective. It was her third week of classes and she had finally decided to stop wearing sweats every day, and headed to the mall. After convincing her father that "his little baby needed new clothes", she had spent over $300 on new skirts, shorts and pants, not to mention a large helping of brand new panties and thongs. Her bras still fit perfectly, as did her shirts, but anything that was designed for below the waist was completely useless due to her new pounds.
Deciding to show off to forget about her weight gain, she pounded her beer in a few steady gulps, burping once again. Standing shakily to her feet, she yelled "Who wants to... See a show?". Slurring her words, she climbed up onto the coffee table in front of her, gyrating her hips as almost all the men turned towards her. Enjoying the attention, she began to dance as various guys within the frat house began to whoop and holler. Feeding off their attention, her moves became more erotic, almost turning into a strip tease before she abruptly halted. "If you wanna see more, you're gonna have to get me wayyyy more drunk, boys!", she screamed, before flopping back on the couch, neglecting to admit that the show of sexuality had also tired her out quite a bit.
Michelle's studying was interrupted by the front door slamming shut. Peeking her head around the wall that separated the living room from the entryway, she saw her roommate, completely plastered, attempting to take her high-heeled shoes off. Ignoring Kallie, she went back to her textbook, hoping her best friend (who was quickly turning into a regular friend, if not an acquaintance) would go straight to bed and ignore her. However, she was not so lucky, and soon a thump accompanied by a whine made it's way to her ears.
"Michellllllllllle can you please com -URRRRRRP!- come help meeeeee!?", Kallie whined, her arms flailing helplessly in the air. Sighing, Michelle stood up and made her way to her heavily intoxicated roommate, removing her shoes and easing Kallie to her feet, smelling the beer and whiskey and vodka and whatever else on her roommate's breath. "Thaaaaank you, babydoll, you're so sweet, and I just wanna... Wanna... KISS YOU!" Before Michelle could react, Kallie had kissed her, Kallie's tongue pushing against her locked lips, attempting to find its way inside.
"Ugh, Kallie! You're drunk as fuck! You're not a lesbian, quit trying to be one!", Michelle yelled, disgusted with the sudden smooch. Pushing her roommate away, she ran into the bathroom, and locked the door. Kallie, deeply saddened by her roommate's rejection, slumped back down to a seated position, hiccuping quietly to herself before passing out.
Despite Michelle's assumption, Kallie had, in fact, found herself attracted to her roommate for quite some time. The previous night had not been planned, however, and Michelle was absolutely correct in assuming that Kallie had been too drunk to know what she was doing. That did not make Kallie's feelings any less true, and Kallie was absolutely heartbroken when her roommate had avoided her for the entire day. Kallie, unable to cope with her roommate and best friend's sudden isolationist attitude, had done what she always did: got very drunk, and stuffed her face. Despite not seeing Michelle all night and not having any awkward experiences that day, Michelle still avoided her the next day. And the next. And the pattern continued, for days and days, until Kallie was forced to start making some new acquaintances.
Two months into Kallie's Sophomore year of college, and she was forced to move up to size Large sweats. Although she always avoided scales, she knew she had gained weight, but mostly in her ass. Sure, her shirts rode up a slight amount when she sat down, and her breasts bulged over her A-cup bras, but even Kallie was unable to avoid the truth: her ass was growing constantly. Her panties were always tight, cutting into her butt-cheeks at all times. Her pants were loose at the waist but tight on her ass, and she had split out of several pairs of pants.
However, not everything in her life was negative: she had met an amazing girl named Stephanie. She was beautiful, and Kallie knew that if Stephanie wanted, she could have any guy on campus. Her hair was auburn, and slightly curly. She wasn't skinny, but no one would ever call her fat: she was curvy. Her hips were amazing, her breasts were amazing, and her waist was perfect. She was gorgeous, with blue eyes and the slightest hint of dimples, which were accentuated when she smiled. And she was always talking to Kallie. They had almost everything in common, and one night, while Kallie was visiting Stephanie's apartment, they had kissed. Granted, they both had a few glasses of wine inside themselves, but they were far from drunk. From that point forward, Kallie spent almost all her time with Stephanie, opting to ignore her ex-BFF at home.
Five months into her second year at college, Kallie was able to say that she was in love for the first time in her life. Stephanie was an amazing girl who also happened to be an amazing cook, something Kallie learned quickly. Every day after class, she was surprised with a new treat: from homemade chocolates to fresh chicken breasts with a variety of seasonings, Kallie's first girlfriend could have been a chef at a five-star resturaunt. However, this barrage of food meant that Kallie had gained even more weight.
Her ass was barely contained by size Large panties, the duel massive spheres jiggling their way out of every garment she owned. Kallie's waist and breasts remained fairly thin as her butt expanded almost exponentially, and Stephanie enjoyed every day of it. Often, while they made out, Stephanie would grope Kallie's newly massive ass-cheeks, squeezing them firmly while enjoying the feeling of the excess flesh oozing over her fingers.
"If you keep this up, Steph, I'm going to have the biggest ass on campus. And there are some pretty fat asses on campus already!". Kallie loved to tease her partner, knowing how much her blubbery ass turned Stephanie on.
"Is that a challenge? Because I'm more than willing to take it." Stephanie replied with a over-exaggerated wink, before jumping into Kallie's lap and giving her a long kiss. "I'm going to get started on your cheesecake!" Stephanie exclaimed after pulling away.
"Great... Make sure you add strawberries!" Kallie yelled after her, smiling to herself. Her hands found their way to her ass, and she gave it a light squeeze on both cheeks, giggling softly.