College Weight Gain

chapter two

Tyler pulled his car into the campus lot and glanced at the clock on his dashboard. He was early, as usual. Kaylin always took a bit longer to get ready, and he didn't mind waiting. In fact, part of him looked forward to those last-minute moments where she'd rush out, tugging on her clothes that seemed to fit a little more snugly every time he saw her.

He leaned back in his seat, imagining her getting ready. When they first started dating, Kaylin was fit—154 pounds of athletic energy, always on the go. But as the months passed, something had changed. The weight crept on gradually at first. Tyler noticed it before she did: the subtle rounding of her belly, the way her thighs filled out her jeans, the gentle swelling of her hips. He loved it. Every extra pound she added made her even more attractive to him, though she seemed oblivious to the transformation.

Kaylin still acted like nothing had changed, squeezing into clothes that were far too small. She'd complain about the washer "shrinking" her favorite outfits, but Tyler knew the truth. The jeans weren't shrinking—her body was growing. And God, did he love seeing it happen.

As he parked, his decided to call her.

"Hi baby, are you almost ready? I'm five minutes away," he said, picturing her struggling to button up those jean shorts she always wore. He could practically hear the fabric straining.

"Um, yeah! I'm putting on my shoes now. Just wait for me outside, and I'll run out," she said, her voice bright but a little breathless, like she was already battling with her clothes. Tyler smiled to himself.

"Nah, I'll come in and walk you out. It's the gentleman thing to do." He loved seeing her up close, especially when she was caught off guard by how snug her clothes had become. The way her belly would peek out from under her shirts, how her jeans would dig into her hips—it all drove him crazy in the best way.

They hung up, and Tyler sat for a moment, imagining her right now. He could see her in those tight jean shorts, the waistband struggling to contain the softness of her belly. Lately, it had grown rounder, more prominent, and he loved how it bounced when she walked, swaying gently as she moved. Every time he saw her, the urge to just hold her, feel her curves, was stronger.

He had even started sneaking in extra treats when they ate together—an extra serving of pasta here, a dessert there. Kaylin was always happy to indulge, and he made sure she never went without a snack in hand. He loved watching her eat, the content smile on her face when she took a bite of something rich and sweet, unaware of how those extra calories were settling on her body.

A few minutes later, Tyler knocked on her door. He heard movement inside, some shuffling around, and then she opened the door with a bright smile. His breath hitched for a second. There she was, standing in the doorway, her too-tight jean shorts unzipped and hanging just under her hips. Her belly pushed out slightly over the waistband, round and soft, jiggling with each tiny movement. She'd paired the shorts with a crop top that was clearly a size or two too small, the hem barely skimming the top of her belly.

Tyler's eyes roamed over her figure as she stepped aside to let him in. Her hips had filled out beautifully, and her thighs now rubbed together when she walked. Every extra pound had made her even more irresistible. And the best part? She had no idea.

"Ready?" he asked, unable to stop himself from grinning as she fidgeted with her shorts, trying to pull them up a bit higher.

"Yep! Just need to grab my purse." She turned to head back into the room, and Tyler couldn't take his eyes off her. From behind, her hips swayed with a fullness that hadn't been there six months ago. Her rear had filled out those shorts, the fabric pulled tight and stretched to its limit. He wondered if she even realized how much she had changed. If she did, she never said anything.

As she bent over to grab her purse, the shirt rode up even higher, exposing more of her belly. Tyler's heart raced. Her body had become softer, rounder, and all he wanted to do was wrap his arms around her and feel every inch of her. She turned back to him, purse in hand, and flashed him a smile, completely unaware of the effect she had on him.

They left the dorm, walking side by side, Kaylin chatting happily about the movie they were about to see. Tyler listened, but his attention was fixed on the way her belly jiggled slightly with each step. He loved how her curves pressed against the fabric of her clothes, how natural and effortless her beauty was. And he loved that she was his, completely unaware of how much he adored every single extra pound.