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Summary: When Allison and her two best friends start their first semester of University, they immediately notice the strange dimensions of their fellow female freshmen.

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Allison didn't know how she had managed to eat all that food.

At present, she was in the café bathroom, gripping the sink and pouring sweat as she struggled to breathe.

Her face was flushed, her chest heaving, her knuckles tense, and her body was trembling. She was in significant discomfort, her belly overpacked with muffins and now the mountain of sandwiches and pastries she had just gobbled down.

She just focused on breathing. In and out. Deep breaths.

There was a knock on the door. “Allison? You okay in there?” It was Adam.

Allison almost didn't want to move. She was just so tight. "Y-yeah," she managed, as she stepped away from the sink, her hands instead cupping the rounded swell of her abdomen. She blinked back some tears and forced a smile before she staggered over to the door and opened it. "Hey."

"Hey," Adam responded, his gaze sweeping over her form. "Everything alright?"

"Yeah, just a little...b-bloated," she stammered.

This caused him to chuckle. "Yeah, you ate a lot."

Allison felt a surge of indignation and might have even told him that this was his fault, but was fearful that something other than words might come up. Her stomach gurgled audibly.

"Woah," said Adam.

"Indigestion," Allison squeaked, mortified. She covered her mouth as a belch came up, then clamped her mouth shut again. Her face twisted as the pressure intensified. She folded her arms over her waist, her shoulders shaking.

Adam must have noticed her discomfort because he suddenly looked concerned. "Let's step outside," he said as he put a hand on her back, leading her.

"The check—" she started.

"I already covered it," Adam responded as he led her through the door and then outside.

The sun was setting, casting long shadows across the cobblestones.

Adam's hand remained on her back, which would have probably been more thrilling to her had she not been in such a state of discomfort.

"Are you sure you're okay?" he asked again. "You don't look so good."

"Mmmghhhh..." Her belly tightened in the familiar sensation of growth. She gasped for breath, one of her hands impulsively gripping onto Adam's shirt. She could feel the pressure climbing, her back arching as a weighted heat bloomed inside her. She felt her belly inching outward as she clutched it with her free hand.

"Allison," Adam said as he took her by the shoulders.

Allison cried out, several people looking their way as her stomach rolled forward, her dress tightening around it.

She groaned and shifted, pushing with her body, trying to get it over with. The mound shuddered forward another inch before the pressure finally dissolved.

She was panting and gripping Adam, barely able to stand on her own. Adam held her steady, giving her time to gather her composure.

After a while, she managed to straighten up, her breath still catching. Her face was beet red. "I should go," she mumbled.

"I'll walk you," Adam responded, offering his arm. Hesitantly, she took it.

Allison allowed herself to be led toward campus, her feet dragging as she leaned heavily on Adam. She felt heavy, lethargic, and strangely unbalanced, her belly throbbing gently. It was so tight, her skin was still tingling. She just hoped she didn’t grow anymore.

Oddly, Adam didn't ask any questions about what he had just witnessed. No one around them seemed particularly bothered, the students going about socializing and shopping.

"You did good," was all Adam said as they reached her dorm building.

Allison wasn't sure what he meant by that, and didn't have the energy to try to figure it out. "Thank you for...for everything," she managed.

"You're welcome," Adam said. He reached out, gently taking her chin. Allison's heart raced as she stared at him. Was he going to...kiss her? But after a moment, he just smirked and released her. Allison felt warm and dizzy as she watched him leave, tension prickling in her belly. She yelped as she felt a popping sensation, her hands shooting to her navel.

A few of her classmates, who were hanging around the entrance to the building, started applauding. "Way to go, Ally!" one of them called out.

Embarrassed and bewildered, Allison rushed inside and headed straight to her dorm.

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She was always so thirsty.

Emily was standing by the wall, a bottle of that thick, raw milk in her hand. She had to force herself to sip it slowly instead of gulping it all down at once. Her mind was a jumble of thoughts, mostly about what she was going to say to Flora. Which was stupid. Flora wasn't going to notice a thing. Or so Emily told herself.

"Emily!" a familiar voice called.

She turned, seeing her sister and Luke walking toward her across the station concourse. She forced a smile, trying to quell her nerves as they approached. Her sister looked just like her. The same blonde hair, the same petite frame.

"Flora," Emily said, her smile brittle as she rushed forward to hug her sister tightly. "I'm so glad you're here."

Flora hugged her back just as fiercely, before pulling away to scan Emily. "You look...have you gained weight?"

Emily felt her face heat up. She fidgeted with the baggy sweatshirt she was wearing. "Maybe a little," she hedged. "Hey Luke!" she said, turning her attention to her sister's boyfriend. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with a kind face.

"Hey Em," Luke said, pulling her into a friendly hug.

He didn't squeeze her hard. But he didn't need to. When his firm, warm chest pressed against hers, a strange, tingling warmth bloomed in all four of her breasts at once. The sensation was so intense, it almost made her gasp. She broke the hug, stepping back.

"Well, let's get out of here," Emily squeaked, turning away before either her sister or Luke could see how flustered she was or hard her nipples had gotten.

Luke and Flora exchanged a confused look as Emily walked ahead of them toward the exit.

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"Seriously, we don't mind sleeping on the floor. At all," Flora reiterated.

"It's like camping," Luke piped in as Flora passed him a sleeping bag.

The dorm felt particularly cramped that night. Allison was in her bed, her thick blankets pulled practically up to her nose. She had been very quiet all evening and hadn't even gotten up to join them for dinner in the dining hall, though every so often she tucked her head completely under the blankets and Emily could hear a crinkling sound. It seemed that Allison was equipped with snacks.

“Are you sure…” said Emily, not comfortable with the idea of her sister sleeping on the floor. After all, she was her guest.

“It'll be cozy,” said Flora, throwing a grin at her boyfriend. Luke smiled back.

Emily rolled her eyes. “Sleep tight,” she said, throwing a pillow in her sister's direction as she climbed into her bed.

Flora and Luke set themselves up on the carpet in the space between Emily's bed and the window. Allison tucked herself back under her blankets, the crinkling noises resuming. Emily could faintly smell potato chips.

“God, you two are so annoying,” remarked Chloe from the mirror where she was midway through her nighttime face routine. Emily couldn't help her frequent glances at Chloe's backside, which had gotten so plump her shorts were straining against it. She looked as though she had gotten a BBL, but Emily couldn't imagine where she would have found the time or the money. It just seemed impossible that her butt had grown so rapidly and spontaneously. The globes jiggled slightly as Chloe reached for a jar on the dresser.

Emily could see her sister throwing glances at Chloe as well. Allison was still tucked entirely under her blankets, and Luke was painstakingly looking everywhere but at Chloe.

“So how are you all liking the university?” Flora called from her little nest of blankets and sleeping bags on the floor with Luke. “Adjusting well? And why are there so many pregnant women in this school?”

So she had noticed as well.

“Yeah, it’s...kinda weird," said Emily. In the bed beside hers, Allison's munching and crinkling noises had gone quiet. "It’s just the culture here, I guess? Not really sure.”

“How are classes?” Luke asked, probably trying to change the subject.

"They're fine," said Chloe, with a sudden tenseness in her voice. "Same shit as high school." She finished up at the dresser and then turned off the lights.

The room went dark, but not completely. The fog lights outside the windows offered some illumination. Chloe tiptoed her way to her bed.

"Yeah," said Emily, her hands already wandering into her shirt. The four-cupped bra she had on felt too restrictive to sleep in. She carefully undid the latches, fumbling a little in her bed. Then she sighed once the contraption was off her.

If she stuck to loose clothing, she hoped that Flora wouldn't notice a thing. Of course there had been a few odd glances; Flora probably noticing they weren't as identical as they had been before.

But Emily's lower breasts were small and were likely undetectable. As long as things stayed that way, Emily thought her secret was safe.

Even after she had gotten the bra off, her hands lingered under her shirt, her fingers stroking her chest. She couldn't help herself. She suspected she was fidgeting even more than Allison. She tried to quiet down, even as her fingers kneaded into the soft hills, her skin puffy and plump where it had been flat before. The skin tingled, her eyes fluttering. An errant thought of Luke left her trembling.

"Have a good night, guys," said Chloe from her bed.

"G'night," the others echoed.

Emily threw her arm across her eyes, trying to clear her mind.

"Good night," she murmured, softly, belatedly. Almost the moment she did, a heavy fatigue overwhelmed her.

Suddenly she wasn’t alone in her bed anymore. There was a solid weight beside her, warm limbs tangled with hers.

“God, you look good,” he murmured as he kissed her. It was Luke. She was kissing her sister's boyfriend.

Even through the waves of guilt, it was worth it. She had always liked him. This wasn't the first time she had dreamt of him. But that was her secret. One of several, evidently.

Emily groaned as his hands roamed her body, one of them finding a soft heap on her chest. It felt so good. He found a second breast, and then a third. Despite her embarrassment, her body arched into his touch and his hands continued to explore.

“Interesting,” he muttered, his thumb tracing circles around a nipple until it got so swollen she couldn't help squirming. “You’ve...changed.”

“Yeah,” she managed.

His hands dipped under her night shirt. “Fucking amazing.” He leaned in to see it, drawing her shirt up so he could nuzzle and kiss, the upper breasts and the two delicate hills beneath them.

“I’m a freak,” she admitted through the exhilaration.

“So fucking hot,” he peppered her chest with soft nips and kisses. Emily's hands held her head as she struggled not to groan. She didn't want to wake the others. Didn't want this to end.

And then Luke’s lips pressed flush around one of her nipples, and he sucked it so hard that her eyes flew wide open. She used her hand to muffle a whine as he did it once again.

Emily struggled to breathe through the shocks of pleasure. Her hips twitched as she pulled him closer and Luke took turns sucking her nipples, sucking the four nubs until they were sore.

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