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(WG, XWG, Fit to Fat, Feederism)Chapter 1: New at Fulsom University

Catherine Wallace sat in the back seat of the taxi, staring out the window as the streets slipped by and the outline of Fulsom University grew clearer and clearer. It was a large campus with red-brick buildings and a few newer, white, modern-looking structures rising among old trees and manicured lawns. She was nineteen, just starting her first semester, and had deliberately chosen to major in business administration, even though she secretly found it dry and a little boring. Catherine was incredibly ambitious, had a strong-willed nature, and knew how to assert herself—and that was exactly why she’d chosen it. Leaders studied this kind of thing, she thought, and she wanted to become one—or at least come across as if she were one. Even though she personally didn’t have much interest in it, Cat was the kind of person who simply wanted the best springboard into an influential and well-paying job. On top of that was the athletic scholarship she’d worked hard to earn. She was a very good track and field athlete, especially in the relay, and the Fulsom University team was already waiting for her. She was also quite ambitious in sports—not to say dogged—and the idea of running for the university over the next few years filled Catherine with a certain sense of satisfaction. Even now, she was already picturing the successes she would achieve at the university and the respect others would inevitably have to show her.

The taxi pulled up in front of the main building. The driver helped her lift the many bags and suitcases out of the trunk, and then she stood there, surrounded by all her belongings, and took a deep breath.

“Okay, Cat,” she muttered to herself, “now it’s getting serious.” She grabbed the heavy wheeled suitcases in both hands, slung two bags over her shoulders, and on her back was the massive, stone-gray Berghaus backpack, which was almost as big as her entire torso. In addition, a laptop bag and a large handbag hung around her slender neck. Bravely, the seasoned athlete—who never shied away from a challenge—began the climb up the stairs to the entrance. The walk to registration wasn’t far, but with all that luggage, it still felt endless. Inside the foyer, it was relatively quiet; only a few other freshmen were standing around waiting. At the counter, an older woman greeted her with a friendly smile.

“Name, sweetie?”

“Catherine Wallace,” said Cat, whose arm and shoulder muscles ached, but whose voice didn’t sound the least bit out of breath.

The woman typed something into the computer, nodded, and handed her a set of keys and a note. “Room 214 in the west wing of the dorm. Your roommate is already there. Separate bedroom, shared kitchen and bathroom. Here’s the campus map. I’m sure you have a smartphone, like everyone else, and already have the Fulsom app for all the info on the class schedule and upcoming school events, right?”

“Yeah, sure, I’m already signed up,” Cat said, taking the keys and map.

“Great! Have fun and good luck here at Fulsom, sweetheart.”

Catherine thanked her, tucked everything away, and set off again. This time she had to walk all the way across campus.

The sun shone warmly on the asphalt, and the smell of freshly mowed grass hung in the air. Cat dragged her suitcases behind her; the wheels squeaked softly, and every now and then she had to stop to reposition the bags on her narrow shoulders.

She was here to win—in her studies and on the track—and a few heavy suitcases weren’t going to stop her. Not on the first day, and not any other day either. Catherine was someone who had always been able to transform hardships, annoyances, and obstacles into new motivation—not to mention grim stoicism. She relished the sweat, the tugging of the luggage on her shoulders, and felt the well-oiled work of her highly trained, tireless leg muscles. Meanwhile, the sun was shining down on her so beautifully, and she made her way across campus with a broad grin revealing her small, pointed teeth.

Cat finally reached the dorm, a three-story building made of the same red brick as most of the others. She eventually stood in front of the door marked 214. The key turned easily in the lock, and she stepped inside. The common living area was simple but clean: a small kitchen with a stove and refrigerator, a dining table, a sofa, and two doors leading to the bedrooms. The decor seemed more modern than Cat had expected. One of the doors was closed. Three stickers were stuck to it, presumably from Cat’s new roommate. A Pride sticker with the familiar rainbow motif, one that read: “Stay out unless you’re bringing pizza,” and a third—a small sticker of a pear with a crown on top. Catherine looked at everything for a moment, her gaze lingering a little longer on the Pride flag. She chuckled and grinned crookedly.

“Convenient. Let’s see what’s going on here.”

She then opened the other door and found her own room: a bed, a desk, a closet, and a window overlooking the courtyard. Unspectacular, but okay and clean. Cat hauled all her luggage inside, cursing under her breath, and began unpacking.

After stowing the essentials in the closets, Cat set the last few items aside and went into the bathroom to look around some more. There, two Star Wars-themed towels hung on a rack, and a toiletry bag with Marvel logos sat on the edge of the sink. She couldn’t help but smile.

“A nerd, then,” she thought. “Kind of cute. Could’ve been worse.”

After Catherine had arranged her room enough to make it seem livable for a young woman, she grabbed her bath towel and shower supplies. It had been a long day, and she felt dirty and pretty sweaty from all the lugging around.

She closed the bathroom door, turned on the water, and waited until it was really hot. Steam began to fill the small room. Cat slipped out of her clothes and stepped under the stream of water in the glass shower stall. The hot water pelted her shoulders and ran in thin rivulets down her slender body. Her blonde hair, with its red-dyed tips, clung wetly to her neck and back, and she threw her head back to expose her pretty face to the water. The warmth relaxed the muscles that were still sore from carrying the load.

Cat picked up the shower gel and slowly worked it over her tanned, slender body. Her hands glided over her flat stomach, then continued down to her strong legs, sculpted by years of training. Her calves and thighs felt firm beneath her fingers. As she turned around and faced the water with her back, she felt the droplets run down the curve of her buttocks, which were slightly fuller and firmer than the rest of her slender body. A lovely remnant of femininity that hadn’t succumbed to diets and grueling workouts.

Cat let her hands wander along that area, massaging the skin and enjoying the feeling of warmth penetrating deep into her muscles. In front, her fingers glided over her small breasts, whose sensitive nipples clearly tightened under the hot water and her light touch. Both nipples of her modest A-cup breasts were pierced. She turned back around and let the water run over her chest a little longer, feeling the heat redden her skin and leave a pleasant tingling sensation on her small breasts. Cat closed her eyes and took a deep breath. The steam enveloped her; the scent of the shower gel mingled with the moisture, and for a moment there was nothing but the sound of the water and the sensation on her skin. For her, taking a hot shower had always had something meditative about it. A habit she’d picked up from taking long, quiet showers after grueling competitions to wash away the stress. She washed herself thoroughly, from her hair down to her feet, and stood under the stream a little longer, simply because it felt so good.

When Cat turned off the water, it dripped from her hair and body onto the tile floor. She reached for the towel and dried herself off, first her hair, then the rest of her body. Then she slipped on the white bathrobe she’d brought with her. She left her hair loose and tousled; she wanted it to air-dry.

She walked barefoot into the kitchen after quickly taking her dirty laundry to her room. The refrigerator hummed softly as she curiously opened the door. Catherine was surprised to find that it was packed full of all kinds of sweets and hearty foods. She also noticed a large baking dish, covered with aluminum foil and a note on top.

Cat picked it up and read: “Hey, welcome, whoever you are. I’m still in town with my car. I made this lasagna as a welcome treat. Enjoy!”

Cat smiled and thought, “That’s really nice.”

She grabbed a plate and a fork, cut herself a generous portion, and heated it up in the microwave. Then she sat down at the small table. The first bite was hot and creamy, and only then did Cat realize just how hungry she actually was. Without thinking twice, she finished the serving and immediately served herself another. And then another. Three servings in total, and when Cat was done, her stomach felt pleasantly full and tight.

She leaned back, placed a hand on her bathrobe, and slowly ran her fingers over the firm, round curve. It felt good to be full and to be sitting here, alone and in control of her own life.

“I would never have done that at home,” she thought, grinning. At home, there had practically never been any sweets, and such large portions had been the exception rather than the rule. Here she could eat whatever and as much as she wanted. Catherine’s parents and her entire household had been pretty strict and harsh. Of course, at first glance, that went well with Cat’s own goal-oriented and ambitious personality, but she still would have hoped for a little more indulgence and reward. Now she could finally decide such things for herself.

With a full stomach, Cat went back to her room and flopped down on the bed. The mattress gave way slightly, and she stretched out, legs bent, one hand still resting lightly on her stomach. From one of her bags next to the bed, she fished out the pack of gummy bears she’d brought along just in case. She opened it and popped a few into her mouth while she unlocked her smartphone. The sweetness exploded on her tongue, and she sighed contentedly. Finally alone, finally in control of her own life, finally in college. She scrolled through her messages, replied to a few congratulations from friends, and then set her phone down beside her. The gummy bears kept finding their way into her mouth, one after another, and she just lay there, in her bathrobe, her hair still damp and tousled, her belly full and happy, enjoying the moment.

Outside, dawn was already breaking, and the light in the room grew softer. Cat reached for her phone again, opened a playlist, turned the music down low, and closed her eyes. The melody filled the room, and she thought about tomorrow—her first lectures, practice with the relay team. She was ready and eager for more of what was to come. Cat wanted to know what life had in store for her and then show it what she was made of.

She rolled onto her side, her smartphone still in her hand, and typed a short message to her mom: “I’ve arrived. The room is okay. My roommate seems nice. See you soon.” Here, there was no one to tell her to stop or to do this or that. Here, she was Cat Wallace, a student, an athlete, and she made her own rules.

Then she scrolled through Instagram while outside, some other students were laughing and shouting.

The bag of gummy bears was already half empty by now, but that didn’t bother Cat. She absolutely adored sugar and would have polished off ten bags right then and there if only someone had handed them to her. Her sports had always given her a perfect body, and she didn’t think that would change now that she was in college, even if she ate more or less healthily. On the contrary, Catherine had big plans with the track and field team and could definitely use a few extra calories. She stretched out her legs, feeling relaxed. Tomorrow she’d finally see the track, the locker rooms, and the other runners. Not to mention her roommate, who she hoped would show up tonight. Cat was looking forward to everything that lay ahead of her.