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University, Part 1
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Summary: Spin-Off of Campus. When Allison and her two best friends start their first semester of University, they immediately notice the strange dimensions of their fellow female freshmen. Contains: Female: belly expansion, breast expansion, stuffing, weight gain, butt expansion, pregnancy, multi-boob, and more.
This story is a work of fiction. As specified throughout the story, all characters featured in this work are 18 years of age or older.
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Allison’s first ever university class was decidedly…unexpected. Everyone there seemed a bit…different from the people in her small hometown. She wondered if this was a city thing.
“Please take a moment to read over the syllabus,” said Professor Parker as Allison stared at her classmates. “When everyone’s finished, we can all go around the room and take a moment for you to introduce yourselves.”
Allison looked down at the sheet of paper in front of her, but couldn’t focus enough to actually read anything off of it. Instead, she shot a glance at her two best friends seated alongside her, as she mouthed the words, What the fuck?
Emily and Chloe appeared equally perplexed.
“Who would like to go first?” Professor Parker said as she stood, her large breasts jiggling somewhat. Her jugs had to be E-cups, at least, as they stretched out the little blouse she had on. Her top buttons were left undone, revealiing a supple fold of cleavage.
Not the most professional, Allison thought.
But it wasn’t just the professor throwing her off. The other students were quite similar to the instructor.
All of the female students were dressed in skimpy outfits that showed off their huge boobs. It was difficult not to stare. Allison could see many of the women were braless, their breasts high and round with no need for support. The few who were wearing bras, or sometimes bikini tops, wore them under mesh or semitransparent shirts, where the bra cups were visibly pinching into flesh, their tits outgrowing their undergarments. Sometimes the tops and dresses were so low-cut that a good portion of their bras were visible, the occasional areola even peeking out.
Allison had never seen anything like it. Everyone had big, supple, bouncing breasts. Well, excluding Allison and her friends, who were decidedly…tiny in comparison. DD-cups were on the small end. At a modest B-cup, Allison had never considered herself to be flat-chested, but suddenly she felt like a prepubescent boy.
“I’m Amy,” said a blonde girl, hopping to her feet, which seemed entirely unnecessary. Her breasts were the size of honeydews, swollen nipples the size of Coke caps, and visibly bulging out against the thin material of her tank top, which barely pulled down over the undersides of her breasts. “I’m from Canada,” Amy said, fidgeting and squirming as much as humanly possible, as though to ensure her jugs bobbed and jiggled just right. Amy was also wearing the tightest micro skirt Allison had ever seen. Allison was fairly certain that she wasn’t gay, yet she still couldn’t help staring.
“Thank you,” Professor Parker said, as Amy bounced back into her seat. “Who’s next?”
The professor’s eyes caught Allison’s. Allison startled, and jumped to her feet. “Hi, I’m Allison, I…er…” Everyone was staring at her, perhaps at her flat chest and her lack of jiggle. For the first time in her life, Allison felt like an abject freak. “I’m just from a small town a few hours outside of the city. And — that’s it,” she squeaked, before quickly returning to her seat. She stared at her desk, wanting to somehow disintegrate.
“Next,” Parker said, nodding to Emily, who proceeded to introduce herself just as awkwardly as Allison had.
As the lesson proceeded, the professor proved quite squirmy, often shifting or arching, or cupping the side of one of her huge tits. And as Allison stared at her, she could swear they were growing. Her nipples were distending, her breasts growing bigger and fatter, and more pronounced. Bulging out in that tiny, straining blouse, as sweat beaded on her cleavage. At one point, the professor gave a sharp gasp, and a spot on her blouse seemed to dampen.
Allison was just grateful when the hour ended, and the class was dismissed.
“What the hell was that?” Chloe demanded as the trio of friends walked through the halls together.
“I have no idea,” Emily responded numbly. “Are we like…deformed or something?”
“No way,” Allison retorted. “Nothing about that class is normal. This place is like, I don’t know, plastic surgery culture?”
“They look pretty real,” Chloe remarked.
Things got even odder. The trio looked around at the college students passing by them. It was clear that most of the women in the hallways were similar to Allison, Chloe, and Emily, at least in the chest area. For whatever reason, their English class had been extraordinarily busty.
“Trippy,” Chloe muttered.
Emily lightly shook herself, trying to dispel the memory from her head.
“Let’s not overthink it. That was just…super weird,” Allison said, her mind still reeling. For a moment there, she felt like a freak. An outcast. And by natural impulse, her mind had shot to ways to fix her “anomaly.”
But that was ridiculous. Allison was perfectly normal, and so were her friends.
She glanced at her phone. “I have Philosophy,” she remarked as she looked at her schedule.
“Yeah, I gotta get to Calc. I think it’s on the other side of campus,” Chloe said, brushing some of her long curls out of her face.
“I don’t have anything scheduled until later. I might head back to the dorms,” Emily said, still looking a little dazed.
“Why don’t we we just meet up for lunch?” Allison suggested. “Dining hall? At one?”
“Yeah,” Chloe said, as Emily nodded in agreement.
“See ya,” Allison replied, and the three eighteen-year-olds walked off in different directions.
Something had definitely been up with that class.
God, my stomach hurts, Allison thought she absently rubbed her flat midsection. She was starting to wonder if her breakfast hadn’t agreed with her.
She walked into her Philosophy class with barely a minute to spare. She hurried into an empty seat, and it was only as she put down her backpack and looked up that she realized that this class appeared to be even more bizarre than the last one. Her jaw fell slack.
“Hey,” greeted a student beside her who was cupping her rounded stomach.
The vast majority of the girls in this class were visibly pregnant!
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“What the fuck,” Chloe blurted as she walked in late to her Calculus course.
Several dozen pairs of eyes turned to stare at her. Some of the students were still getting seated, while the professor was in the middle of writing information down across the whiteboard.
“Er…sorry,” Chloe managed, stumbling slightly as she hurried over to an empty seat in the back.
Her gaze shot around in different directions. Chloe wasn’t exactly shy about ogling her classmates.
And for good reason. While all the men appeared tall, muscular, and attractive, it was difficult to pay them any mind beyond the curvaceousness of their female counterparts.
All of the women in this class appeared to have wide hips, thick thighs, and massively round asses. Honestly, the biggest butts Chloe had ever seen. Feeling dazed, she sat down slowly. She looked at the female students on either side of her, both sitting higher, their plump backsides serving as a squishy platform beneath them.
She shook her head in bafflement. What is with this place? she wondered.
A few of the students all looked her way, as though Chloe was the anomaly amongst them.
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Emily was glad to be back in her dorm, feeling much more relaxed as she methodically unpacked the remainder of her belongings.
She once again found herself relieved that she and her two best friends had gotten to dorm together. She, Chloe, and Allison had been best friends since junior high school. They had always talked about moving away together for college. They’d applied to all the same universities, and now they were finally here, living together. It was honestly a dream come true.
“Mmmgh…” Emily hummed as she scratched her ribs again. She didn’t know why she was feeling so itchy that afternoon.
Her cell phone began to chime a gentle melody beside her. Emily lifted up, glanced at the screen, and then answered. “Hey Flora.” She put it on speakerphone.
“How’s your first day going?” her twin responded, her drawling voice a bit bored.
“Kind of weird,” Emily admitted.
“Weird?”
Emily blushed as she recalled the — anatomy — of the other women in her English class. It was too embarrassing to even discuss. “I can’t get into it,” she mumbled.
Flora snorted. “Sounds like you’re the one who’s weird.”
“Sometimes I wonder…” Emily shoved aside the cardboard box she had finished emptying. She changed the subject. “Ready for the move?”
“Semester starts next week,” Flora practically grumbled.
“Can’t believe you’re starting college without me,” Emily mused. She could practically hear Flora rolling her eyes.
“You have your friends, I have mine,” Flora responded firmly. The whole idea had been for them to find their own identities. Learn to live apart.
“Just promise not to have too much fun without me.”
“That’s just not possible,” Flora countered sarcastically. “Shit, Luke’s calling. Talk later.”
“Sure, let’s—” But the call ended before Emily could even finish her response.
She sighed, lowering her cell phone. With a deep breath, she reminded herself there was no reason to be so apprehensive about her first semester of college.
It had been one weird class. No big deal.
Emily fully intended to thrive and prove she would be just fine without her twin beside her.
“I could use a drink,” she mused, getting up from where she was seated at the edge of her bed. For some reason, her throat was dry and she felt desperately thirsty. Which was odd, considering the fact she’d already emptied a quart of milk and two water bottles just that afternoon.
Attributing it to first-day nerves, Emily got up and walked toward the kitchenette to get some more water before she left to meet her friends for lunch.
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Things were getting truly bizarre.
Every single woman in Allison’s philosophy class had been pregnant. Even the professor had been hugely round, looking ready to pop out twins at any moment.
“Something about this university just seems to thrust you into adulthood,” one of Allison’s classmates had said as she lovingly cradled her belly.
Allison grimaced at the memory. “Too weird,” she muttered. She walked into the dining hall and was grateful to see that her friends had already gotten a table.
Allison just waved at them and motioned to the buffet line as she made her way over to it. Included in her tuition package was a meal allowance, which meant she would have no hardship when it came to her meals. Even if she burned through all her scholarship money, she would still have access to all the food she wanted.
It was Allison’s first time at the dining hall, and she had not expected much. But as she looked at the various pots and pans of hot food, she found herself salivating, and her stomach grumbling.
She grabbed a tray and filled every inch of it, her hunger only seeming to grow the more she added. When she finally went over to the table, carefully balancing the huge amount of food on her tray, her friends paused mid-conversation just to stare at her.
“What?” Allison said defensively. “Long day. And I’m hungry.”
Chloe meticulously peeled the wrapping off a cupcake. She must have gotten it from the dessert line. “You guys aren’t gonna believe this, but everyone in my Calc class had, like, really big butts.” She made a crude hand gesture to emphasize her point.
“Seriously?,” Allison said, already munching on a fried chicken leg. “All the girls in my philosophy class were pregnant.”
“No shit?” Chloe said in amazement.
Emily anxiously nipped her bottom lip. “This college is weird. Why did you even pick it?” she said accusatorily to Allison.
“It was the only one we all got accepted to,” Allison shrugged. “For a minute, I didn’t think Chloe was getting accepted anywhere.”
“Well fuck you too,” Chloe said, giving Allison a shove. “We can’t all be nerds.”
“I think we should leave,” Emily blurted out.
“The semester literally just started!” Allison said, her voice muffled by all the pasta she had just stuffed into her mouth.
“If I drop out, my dad is going to make me work on his farm!” Chloe cried in indignation.
Looking stressed, Emily took a long slurp from her soda.
“I asked my cousin. She said all the university kids are just getting plastic surgery younger and younger,” Chloe added. “And as for the pregnancies — well, I guess they’re all adults. This is college, remember?”
“Let’s just play it by ear,” Allison suggested carefully. “I’m sure we’re just overreacting. This is probably just like — normal college stuff.” She sounded dubious.
“We could give it a few days,” Chloe agreed. “See how we feel?”
She and Allison both looked at Emily inquiringly.
Looking uneasy, Emily simply continued to suck on her straw.
