The Freshman... 15?

Gluttonous Habits

Ana woke up and started yet another happy day. A few weeks had passed since that first date, and things settled down into a delightful routine. She went to the bathroom, and before dressing herself, inspected her now-softer figure in the mirror. Not that much weight had been gained-Ana's estimate was 8 to 10 pounds. The fat distributed itself quite evenly, with a small preference for her belly. Even her parents probably wouldn't notice, unless she was completely naked and they had a "before college" picture to compare. But Ced did notice, just like herself. And both admired every inch of softness.

Anyway, once that was out of the way, breakfast was made. Ana would just eat whatever junk she felt like eating. Today that would be waffles cover in an obscene amount of nutella, sprinkled with chocolate chips for good measure. Honestly, she'd always wanted to have this type of breakfast, but her family would never allow it. If they did, I would be immobile by now. Whatever. After that sugar bomb, Ana grabbed a soda. Serving size: 200ml the label read. F*ck you diet culture. I play by my own rules. Half a liter of coke was poured into a glass. Now she was just over comfortably full, but not stuffed. Despite wanting a lot more food, she couldn't afford to have a painful beach ball of a tummy for the rest of the day. I'll catch up later.

Next Ana made her way to class. It was probably pretty boring, but she didn't care too much. She was planning what to eat for lunch, discreetly playing with her small newfound curves and fantasizing about expanding more. Class finished and Ana had a fifteen minute break before the start of the next one. It was almost eleven. Then she remembered she needed a USB stick for that, and it was in a locker on the other side of campus. You can always trust me to forget crucial materials for class. Yay! Maybe if I sprint there now, I won't be too late. Uughhhh. I hate running. However, this was necessary, so she would have to endure. 

After a few minutes of running, Ana was out of breath and looking like a complete buffoon. Her lungs were screaming for a decrease in pace, and she was forced to oblige. At least she was almost there. 

Ana opened the locker (at this point she was impressed that she still had the key) and took the USB. But it wasn't the only thing there. A large white box, almost too big to fit, was also there. Despite earlier misfortunes, Ana smiled to herself. Upon opening, two huge muffins stared at her, begging to be eaten. There was also a note: Hey An! Hope you're having a good day, and if not, these should cheer you up! 

Ana and Cedric had a little game going on. Ced was very busy and she didn't see him that often. To compensate however, he left her snacks all over campus, almost every day, accompanied with sweet (pun intended) handwritten notes. She gladly put the box under her arm and walked slowly to class, being well aware she'd be late but not caring enough.

She mumbled the usual polite apology and seated herself in the emptiest corner. Afterwards Ana pretty much ignored the lecture, consumed in eating and daydreaming. Unlike the first class though, it barely seemed to last. And she suspected having food in her mouth made a slight difference.

After that she went home and ordered McDonalds. Ana wasn't hungry at all thanks to the muffins, but she ate food for the taste and the love handles, not to survive or quench hunger.

"Hello, this is McDonalds. What would you like to order?"

"I'll have the Big Mac combo."

"What size do you want your fries and coke?"

I'm not that hungry... but getting the large is more cost-effective. Besides, this could double as a snack. 

"Large please."

Some time later the food arrived. Ana took it to her desk and began doing homework while subconsciously eating. She really didn't feel like working, but it was the only way to get high enough grades to appease her parents. But if the random muffins at 11am didn't screw over her hunger cues, then editing while having lunch totally did. Ana gasped as she realized that only a few fries were left, and she was stuffed. Not If-I-eat-another-bite-I-will-explode stuffed, but it was still a painful sensation. Looks like I won't do as much work as I'd planned. Not that I'm complaining, I'm super tired. 

Ana crawled into bed and scrolled through instagram for a few hours, while simultaneously rubbing her belly. It was nice and tight, and she could hear the junk food sloshing around her protesting stomach. Part of her body was saying: 

"Ugh. Why are you doing this to yourself? You haven't eaten a vegetable in what, a month? Your grades will drop and you know it. You had the perfect figure, and now look at this ugly, swollen blob!"

But that wasn't her voice. It was the voice of her parents. Of strangers on the internet who had too much free time. Of the faceless crowds that wanted you to conform. And with each day that voice was becoming quieter, letting her true self be heard.

"I don't care. I'm happier than ever. I love myself, my throbbing beach ball of a belly,  and Ced. You can all shut up."

After that inner victory, it was time for dinner. The bloat had just barely subsided enough to eat again, and she was still pretty full so it would have to be a small meal. Ana took three slices of frozen pizza and microwaved it, too lazy to even order takeout. She also felt sugar deprived, so decided on two snickers for desert. 

She ate in bed, something that was increasingly more common. Ana fell asleep right after, half a snickers still in her hand and a smile on her face. That night she dreamed of her next stuffing with Cedric. They met up only once or twice per week, but always made the most of it. Each and every time Ana was stuffed with food to the absolute brim, and each time that brim was bigger. It was very painful, and she was unable to eat anything for the next twelve hours, but totally worth it. Ced would massage her red middle, whispering words of praise and encouragement. And she would take another bite, even if it seemed impossible, just to see the delight and pride on his face.

Ana lived for those moments.