Alyssa's Appetites (Chapter 2): Just a Smidge Thicker (Patreon)

by DoctorKowalski

Wendy rolled out of bed, shrugging off a chill. The weather had gone suddenly cold as September turned to October, and the kitchen floor was chilly on her bare feet. The scent of something sweet and buttery teased her nostrils.

She paused in the doorway of the kitchen, taking in the surprising sight before her. Alyssa was seated at the breakfast bar, a plate piled high with what looked like cinnamon rolls. She had one halfway to her mouth, and a smear of icing clinging to her upper lip. As Wendy watched, Alyssa polished off the roll in two big bites. She reached for another almost immediately, her movements a touch frenetic.

Wendy's attention shifted to something different about Alyssa. Was it Wendy's imagination, or was Alyssa looking just a smidge...thicker? Were those cutesy pink jammie shorts hugging her famous backside just a bit more snugly? Was that a...dimple on her thigh?

Alyssa might still be the hottest freshman on planet earth, but it seemed that at least the goddess might be human after all.

Wendy headed for her to change into workout clothes, leaving Alyssa to her carbs. As she stripped off her own pajamas and stepped in front of her full-length mirror, Wendy took a moment to appraise her reflection.

The years of grueling gymnastics training had left their mark on her body - lean muscle, a tiny frame, and a certain underdeveloped androgyny that had always made her feel more girlish than womanly. But in the months since she'd retired from the sport, Wendy had started to notice subtle changes.

Her breasts, once small and pert, had begun to swell into more noticeable fullness. Her hips, too, had taken on a more rounded shape, a pleasant curve that lent her a bit of femininity. And though her stomach was still flat and toned, there was a new softness to her skin, a warmth and yield that had been absent in her competition days. Wendy looked with a tentative satisfaction. She liked this new version of herself.

With a few quick movements, she slipped into her workout clothes, grabbed her mat, and headed out the door to Saturday morning yoga.

***

Evan blinked awake, Monday-morning sunlight streaming through his dorm room blinds.

Alyssa lay tangled in the covers, her blonde hair fanned out across the pillow and her face relaxed in sleep. Evan noted, with a detached curiosity, the subtle changes in her body. The creamy expanse of her stomach, soft and inviting. The fuller curve of her hips. Her breasts seemed fuller too, spilling slightly to the sides. And there, at her hips, the beginnings of love handles. Distinctly more junk in the trunk.

As if sensing his scrutiny, Alyssa's eyes fluttered open, hazy with sleep. "Mmm, morning," she mumbled, stretching catlike under his gaze.

Evan smiled, propping himself up on an elbow. "Morning, gorgeous."

"I gotta run," Alyssa murmured, reaching for her clothes. "Morning class."

He watched as Alyssa gathered her clothes, noting the quiver of her thighs as she moved. She seemed to hesitate as she picked up her jeans, a fleeting expression of concern crossing her face.

"You okay?" he asked, more out of habit than concern.

"Yeah, fine," Alyssa replied quickly. "Just... these jeans are a pain to get on sometimes."

Evan shrugged. "Leave 'em off. You look better without them anyway," he said with a playful wink.

Alyssa laughed. "Charmer. But I don't think my Psych professor would appreciate that look."

As Alyssa dressed, Evan leaned against the door, towel slung over his shoulder. He felt relaxed, satisfied from their night together, but not particularly eager for her to stay. It had been a good time, as always, but he had a full day ahead of him.

"So, there's this party in a couple weeks," Alyssa said, smoothing down her shirt. "Alpha Phi Halloween thing. You should come."

Evan considered for a moment. "Maybe. Got a lot going on with midterms coming up. I'll let you know?"

"Sure, of course." Was there a hint of disappointment in Alyssa's voice? If so, it passed quickly.

"Thanks for last night. As usual, you're a goddamn superhero. Where'd you learn to do that, anyway?"

"Do what?" he replied with a sly grin.

She huffed. "Bastard," she added finally, planting a kiss on his cheek.

"See you around, Lyss."

As the door closed behind Alyssa, Evan headed for the showers. He whistled as he walked down the hallway, looking forward to whatever the day might bring.

***

The Alpha Phi house was a flurry of activity as the girls prepared for their big Halloween night out. The costumes they'd carefully selected weeks ago hung on every available surface, a riot of sequins, feathers, and form-fitting spandex.

Samantha was just putting the finishing touches on her Playboy bunny ensemble when Alyssa burst through the door in a gust of perfume and apologies. "Sorry I'm late, ladies! Life just gets busy...you know how it goes..." She tossed her bag on the couch and reached for her costume, a skimpy Poison Ivy number complete with glittering green eyeshadow.

But as Alyssa shimmied into the leafy green shorts and matching crop top, Samantha noticed something amiss. The outfit that had looked so sexy when Alyssa had picked it out was now a bit...snug. Alyssa had to tug hard on her shorts to coax them over plumper hips and thighs, little dimples appearing as she tugged. The waistband of the shorts dug into a softer midsection.

Samantha raised her eyebrows. What happened to that hummingbird metabolism, sweetheart? She caught the eyes of Harper, already registering a half-concealed smile. To their credit, neither girl said a word about Alyssa's snug fit, instead oohing and aahing over her costume with practiced enthusiasm.

"Oh my god, Lyss, you look amazing! The guys won't be able to keep their hands off you tonight!" Harper gushed, fluffing her French maid petticoat.

"Seriously, babe, you're gonna break some hearts in that getup," Samantha chimed in.

Alyssa preened under the attention, seemingly oblivious to the sliver of chub above the waistband of her shorts. She twirled in front of the mirror, admiring the effect of her costume.

As the girls put the finishing touches on their hair and makeup, Alyssa drifted over to the refreshment table, where an array of Halloween-themed snacks and drinks awaited. She plucked a fun-size Snickers from a bowl and popped it into her mouth, chewing thoughtfully.

Samantha watched, equal parts fascinated and appalled, as Alyssa continued to graze on the sugary spread. She had to admit, there was something perversely impressive about Alyssa's devil-may-care attitude. But then, Alyssa was a force of nature. Even with a few extra pounds padding her frame, she radiated an aura of irresistible magnetism.

As the girls gathered their props and prepared to head out into the crisp October night, Samantha found herself sneaking one last covert glance at Alyssa, still blissfully munching away at the snack table.

With a toss of her carefully curled hair, Samantha linked arms with her cohorts and followed Alyssa out into the Halloween revelry. This was going to be a night to remember.

***

Alyssa grunted with effort as she tugged at the waistband of her favorite jeans, the dark denim refusing to budge past her upper thighs. She'd been struggling for the better part of ten minutes, her face flushed and her hair disheveled from the exertion.

"Fuck," she muttered, sucking in her stomach and giving another vigorous yank. But it was no use - the jeans simply wouldn't cooperate, clinging stubbornly to her newly thickened thighs and rounded rear.

With a frustrated huff, Alyssa flopped back onto her bed, hoping the change in angle would give her better leverage. She lifted her hips, wriggling and squirming as she tried to force the unyielding denim upwards. But all she succeeded in doing was making her belly jiggle and her thighs quiver with the effort.

Unbeknownst to Alyssa, Wendy's perch on the living room couch gave her just the right angle to afford her an occasional glimpse of her roommate's struggles. One more midterm and Wendy would be off on Thanksgiving break; it was time to buckle down and concentrate, but something about this scene was hard to look away from.

As she watched Alyssa's battle-- frustrated and jiggling slightly as she fought to squeeze into her former wardrobe -- she had to stifle a giggle.

But Wendy knew better than to laugh out loud. She could practically feel the alternating waves of panic and denial emanating from Alyssa's room. The last thing she wanted was to incur her roommate's wrath by acknowledging the obvious - that Alyssa had gained weight, and that her beloved jeans were now a casualty of her increasingly wobbly self-control.

Part of Wendy felt bad for her roommate. She knew how much of Alyssa's identity was wrapped up in being the hottest girl on campus.

But another part of Wendy, a smaller, pettier part, couldn't help but see the karma in Alyssa's predicament. Wendy had watched her roommate recklessly indulge her way through two and a half months of college, had noticed how often DoorDash arrived, had seen the daily Starbucks concoctions and the study snacks and all the hard partying. Really, it was only a matter of time before the consequences caught up with her.

As Alyssa let out a final, defeated groan, Wendy decided it was probably best to make herself scarce.

Quietly, she gathered up her books and slipped out of the apartment, finally permitting herself that giggle. College was all about growth, right? In more ways than one, apparently.

Wendy headed off to yoga class, the image of Alyssa's jiggling belly and straining denim still fresh in her mind.

***

Wendy's bare feet pressed firmly into the mat, toes spreading wide to grip the textured surface. She stood at the front of her mat, eyes closed, focusing on her breath. In, out. In, out. Each inhale expanded her ribcage; each exhale grounded her more deeply into the earth.

The instructor's voice, low and steady, guided the class into Warrior III. Wendy's eyes opened, gaze fixed on a point on the floor before her. She began to shift her weight onto her right leg, feeling the muscles engage from her foot all the way up to her hip and core.

Slowly, with control honed from years of gymnastics, Wendy lifted her left leg behind her. Her torso tilted forward, arms extending in front, creating one long line from her fingertips to the toes of her raised foot. For a moment, she wobbled, the pose demanding a new kind of balance than what she was used to on the beam.

But then, something clicked. Wendy's core tightened, her standing leg solidified its connection to the ground, and suddenly she was there - suspended in space, defying gravity. The sensation was electric.

Every muscle in Wendy's body sang with effort. Her quadriceps quivered, her abdominals contracted powerfully, her back muscles engaged to keep her spine long and straight. Even her neck strained slightly as she kept her gaze steady, refusing to let her head drop.

Sweat began to bead on her forehead, but Wendy barely noticed. She was lost in the pose, in the perfect equilibrium between effort and ease. Her breath, which had initially quickened with exertion, began to slow and deepen.

In this suspended moment, Wendy felt a rush of pure, primal strength course through her.

***

"Alright, alright," Jake said, his words slightly slurred. "Top five asses on campus. Go."

Tom laughed, nearly spilling his winter wonderland punch. "Dude, we could be here all night."

"Come on," Jake insisted. "Top of your head. First five that come to mind."

"Fine," Tom conceded. "Uh... Megan the cheerleader, Zoe from Tri Delt, that junior with the big tits... what's her name? Emma?"

Chris nodded approvingly. "Solid choices, my man."

Jake chimed in, "Don't forget Annie Chiu from student government. And, of course, last but definitely not least, Alyssa Hastings."

Chris snorted. "My dude, you might need to update your priors on that last one."

Jake and Tom exchanged confused glances. "Alpha Phi pledge Alyssa? She's smokin' hot." Tom said flatly. "100% would and twice on Sundays. Top five for sure, maybe top 1."

"I bet she's fun in bed too," Jake added wistfully.

Chris shook his head. "I'm not saying I wouldn't. But...freshman fifteen hit her hard. And then some."

Jake's eyes widened. "Dude it's been one semester. You're exaggerating"

"Believe it," Chris said, taking a swig of his beer. "I sit behind her in econ; I have real-time data. Girl is getting chonky." He puffed out his cheeks for emphasis.

As if on cue, a peal of familiar laughter cut through the party noise. The three guys turned to see Alyssa entering the room, beer in her hand and looking unsteady on her feet. A couple of her sorority sisters followed behind.

She was definitely bigger. Softer. Her tight top revealed a thickened waist and heavier breasts. New chub spilled over her waistband, and her matching miniskirt indeed clung to a softer, heavier lower half. In the twinkling holiday lights, Alyssa was laughing too loud, struggling with her heals, and sweating.

Clearly faded. Still a pretty girl, but hardly top 5 material.

They stared.

"Told you," Chris said quietly.

***

The dorm hallway was eerily quiet at 2 AM, the silence broken only by Alyssa's stifled giggles and the shuffle of unsteady feet. Stephanie, supporting most of her friend's weight, felt a mix of concern and frustration as they approached Alyssa's room. This was becoming familiar.

At Alyssa's door, Stephanie had to take over with the key card, Alyssa's clumsy attempts proving hopeless. The door swung open, revealing a visibly irritated Wendy.

"Jesus. Again?" Wendy groaned, taking in Alyssa's disheveled state - smeared makeup, rumpled clothes, smelling like vodka and frat party.

"Wendyyyyy!" Alyssa exclaimed, her volume inappropriate for the hour. "Missed me?"

Wendy winced, rubbing her temples. "Desperately. Bed. Now. I have a chem final in..." she checks her watch, "six and a half hours."

How many parties could one girl go to? Wendy wondered if Alyssa had even started studying yet.

Alyssa stumbled past, giggling. Stephanie hesitated at the threshold; she and Wendy knew each other only from these handoffs. "Need help?"

Wendy shook her head. "I've got it. Go enjoy your night."

As Stephanie turned to leave, she paused. "Wendy? Is this... getting worse?"

For a moment, Wendy's irritation gave way to concern. Then, from the bathroom, came the sound of Alyssa vomiting. Wendy's scowl returned.

"Ask me after finals," Wendy muttered. "Goodnight, Stephanie."

The door closed with a soft click, leaving Stephanie alone in the quiet hallway.

***

Wendy woke with a start, her eyes flying open to the insistent blaring of her alarm. She fumbled for her phone, squinting at the screen through sleep-blurred eyes, and felt a jolt of panic as she registered the time. 8:15. Fuck. Her chem final - her first of finals week - started in fifteen minutes, and she was still tangled in her bedsheets, groggy and disoriented.

Wendy lurched out of bed and flew through her morning routine, brushing her teeth and splashing water on her face. There was no time for a shower.

She grunted in annoyance when she noticed the low battery on her phone. Alyssa had "borrowed" her charger again. Something else to deal with later.

Wendy shimmied into her favorite new jeans, hopping slightly as she pulled them up over her hips. As she buttoned the waistband, she appreciated how perfectly they seemed to fit, hugging her slender waist and skimming over the gentle flare of her hips.

Wendy reached into her underwear drawer and grabbed one of her new bras - bought just a few weeks ago. Before Thanksgiving, Wendy had finally gone in for a professional fitting - her first ever. The friendly and businesslike sales lady had recommended she get a smaller band size to better hug her narrow rib cage and a much bigger cup size. It's not that she wasn't aware that her bras had been growing increasingly tight and uncomfortable. But the new size still somehow came as a bit of a shock.

It was a good thing her older sister had reassured her when she arrived home for Thanksgiving break - the girls were stunning. She'd adjust.

But this morning, as she rushed to pull out one of the new pretty, lacy bras and tried to fasten it around her chest, Wendy felt a sinking sense of déjà vu. The cups were overflowing, creating an uncomfortable and unflattering quad-boob effect. Again.

Wendy stared down at her straining bust in disbelief, her cheeks flushing as the clock ticked. Was her body really changing that quickly, that dramatically? She unhooked the new bra and tossed it aside.

She grabbed a sports bra from the back of the drawer, yanking it over her head and wriggling into it with a muffled grunt.

The compression fabric felt strange against her sensitive skin, flattening and constricting her in ways that were not entirely comfortable. But it would have to do for now - at least until she could find the time (and the courage) to go bra shopping again. She grabbed her backpack and flew out the door.

By the time Wendy slid into her seat in the lecture hall, her frustration had started to give way to a fluttery sense of possibility. Maybe this wasn't such a bad thing after all, she thought, before turning her full attention to chemistry.

***

10 PM. Alyssa's leg bounced under her desk, her eyes unfocused on the economics textbook before her. She had planned to start earlier, but there was still plenty of time before tomorrow's final.

She squirmed in her seat, thighs pressing together. One hand traced slow circles on her inner thigh, inching higher. She struggled to keep her attention on the page. Her phone lay silent beside her.

She bit her lip, Evan's face flashing in her mind. Her body ached for his touch, his taste, the stretch of him inside her. With a frustrated groan, she shoved the textbook aside and dropped to her knees beside the bed.

Her hands fumbled underneath, emerging with armfuls of snacks: family-size chip bags, cookie boxes, king-size candy bars, a massive bag of M&Ms, and forgotten packs of Pop-Tarts.

Provisions for a long night.

The rustle of the first chip bag opening filled the quiet room. Salt hit her tongue, and Alyssa's eyes fluttered closed. One handful became two, became ten. The empty bag crinkled as she tossed it aside, already reaching for the cookies.

Chocolate smeared her fingers as she devoured cookie after cookie. Crumbs rained down on her shirt, her lap, the floor. She barely noticed, her hand moving mechanically from box to mouth, the other slipping under her waistband.

***

12:45 AM. Half-eaten snacks littered the bed. Alyssa sprawled among them, one hand buried in the M&Ms bag, the other working furiously between her legs.

***

1:30 AM. The textbook lay forgotten on the floor, pages bent. Alyssa knelt over it, scooping up fallen chip crumbs with one hand while the other unwrapped a candy bar. Chocolate smudged the corner of her mouth as she took a massive bite.

Her phone screen lit up - a campus alert. For a moment, hope and lust flared in her eyes before fading to disappointment.

***

2:47 AM. Alyssa blinked, suddenly aware. Her room swam into focus. Empty wrappers carpeted the floor. Smears of chocolate and salt streaked her desk, her bed, her hands. The entire snack pile had vanished. The ache between her legs remained, unsatisfied.

Her hands scrabbled through the debris, searching. Nothing left. Not a crumb.

She stumbled to her feet, swaying slightly. In the mirror, a stranger stared back. Puffy-faced, wild-haired, t-shirt riding up.

Alyssa's hand moved to her stomach. She prodded gently, then harder. The firm, taut surface barely yielded. A low moan escaped her lips, part pain, part frustrated arousal.

Her knees buckled. She sank to the floor, amid crumpled wrappers and forgotten study guides. Her belly pressed uncomfortably against her thighs.

The clock blinked 3:01 AM. Six hours until her exam.

Alyssa's hand fumbled for her phone, smearing the screen with chocolate as she unlocked it. No messages. No missed calls. No late-night propositions. Just the glaring reminder of her 9 AM alarm.

She curled onto her side, cradling her swollen stomach with one arm, the other hand drifting between her legs again.

When she finally eked out an orgasm, it brought only a flickering moment of relief.

Nausea roiled through her. Her eyes faded in and out of focus, blurring the carnage surrounding her into a haze of shiny wrappers and smeared chocolate.

***

Alyssa groaned as she rolled over in bed, her head pounding from last night's cocktails. The events of the previous day flooded back, bringing with them a wave of frustration and disappointment.

A catastrophic econ final. A wild night at Theta Chi. A series of questionable decisions.

She glanced at the empty space beside her, relieved that what's-his-name had the decency to leave before she woke up. Jim? Jimmy. It didn't matter. What mattered was how utterly mediocre the whole experience had been.

Alyssa hauled herself out of bed, wincing at her reflection in the mirror. Her mascara was smudged, her hair a tangled mess. Her T-shirt was riding up to expose her belly. She tugged the shirt down irritably.

As she shuffled to the bathroom, Alyssa replayed the night's events. She'd been very drunk on vodka cocktails and ten-out-of-ten horny. Since Evan had become increasingly flaky, busy with this or that commitment, the constant state of sexual frustration was driving her up the wall.

Jimmy wasn't her usual type - not especially tall and working on a bit of a paunch. But he was a junior on the baseball team, he was looking at her hungrily, and God, she'd needed to get fucked.

But the sex had been... underwhelming. To put it politely. His hands were clumsy, his rhythm off. And when he'd finally pushed inside her, Alyssa had to bite back a laugh. Was that it?

Worst of all, she hadn't gotten off. Jimmy had hammered away at her for what seemed like hours, but hadn't taken her much of anywhere. Alyssa had been left irritated and unsatisfied.

Now, standing under the hot spray of the shower, Alyssa felt her arousal building again. She let her hands wander over her body, noticing on some level but stubbornly refusing to fully acknowledge how her curves were growing everywhere softer and less defined. Her breasts were heavier in her palms, tummy rounded, her ass quivering slightly as she shifted her weight.

As she touched herself, it was Evan she imagined. She came with a frustrated cry, the release more perfunctory than satisfying.

Stepping out of the shower, Alyssa wrapped herself in a towel and padded back to her room. Her phone lay on the nightstand, taunting her. Maybe she should text Evan, just to see what he was up to...

Instead, she found herself inviting Stephanie to join her at the diner. To celebrate the end of this stupid semester. Good riddance.

If she couldn't get properly fucked, at least she could at least indulge in a big, greasy breakfast. She deserved it.

***

"Did you pack the fairy lights?"

"Yeah, but I can't find my—"

"Shit! I'm gonna miss my flight home!"

"Chill, we've got time."

"Hey, did you hear about Jake and Megan?"

"No, what happened?"

"Totally hooked up at Sigma Chi last night."

"No way! I thought she was with—"

"Ancient history. Hey, pass me that sweater?"

"This one? It's cute."

"Thanks. Oh my god, did you see Professor Harris today?"

"Hungover again?"

"Totally. Mid-lecture hiccups."

"Classic. Hey, has anyone seen my charger?"

"Check under the pile of—"

"Found it! Thanks."

"So, winter formal. Who are you asking?"

"I was thinking maybe Tyler, but—"

"Ooh, good choice. Those arms..."

"I know, right? Speaking of which, did you see Alyssa at the gym yesterday?"

"Alyssa Hastings? She still goes to the gym?"

"Apparently. Looking... different."

"Different how?"

"You know... bigger."

"Like, thicc?"

"'fraid not."

"She used to be so—"

"I know. Freshman fifteen hit her hard."

"And then some."

"Shh! Don't be mean."

"I'm just saying. Remember her at rush? And now..."

"Well, I heard she tried out for cheer."

"Recently? Mid-year?"

"Yeah, to fill those open spots."

"How'd that go?"

"How do you think?"

"Ouch."

"I almost feel bad for her."

"Almost?"

"Remember how she was at the beginning of the year?"

"Fair point. Karma's a bitch."

"And apparently, so are we."

"Hey, we're just observing."

"True. Oh shit, I forgot to turn in my econ paper!"

"Better hurry, Harris leaves at—"

"I know, I know! See you guys later!"

Chapter 3