MJY V2 C4 (Unfinished Draft) (Patreon)

Author's Note:

This is still a work in progress, about 3,000 words so far, some more editing still required, and probably another 3,000 words to finish this one out which I'll try to post on Friday.  Hope y'all are having a great week!

Thanks for all the support!

-Polaris

Mia’s Junior Year: Volume 2

By Polarisdreamer

Chapter 4: C'est un cochon déguisé!

With Mia and Kate’s divergent daily habits established, the rest of their first week together after Fall Break continued very similarly to how it had started. Mia endeavored to expand her daily caloric intake while carefully maintaining appearances around campus and her boyfriend. Kate sought to rein in her enhanced appetite while improving her physical fitness with her boyfriend’s help.  Of course, Mia was all too eager to shame Kate around the house for her softer physique, and Kate was all too eager to encourage Mia to overindulge whenever possible. With the prospect of a fun-filled Friday night on the horizon, the temperamental housemates couldn’t resist feeding the flames of their fattening feud while they ‘helped’ each other get ready for a night out...

“How does this look?” Kate reluctantly asked, stepping out from her closet, knowing full well Mia would find a problem with anything she tried to clothe herself with thanks to her currently embarrassingly elevated weight.

“Looks like someone was left at the buffet too long.” Mia criticized, pausing only to take a bite of pizza and wash it down with a sip of beer, while she judgmentally observed the way Kate’s front-button long-sleeve tan-colored mini-dress looked far too tight, especially around the dress’s deep v-neck, “I don’t want to sound rude, but make sure you watch how much you drink tonight, otherwise those buttons are gonna blast off like gun shots.”

“I just bought this! It’s a size 10!  It can’t be THAT tight.” Kate pouted, as she glared at her annoying frenemy.

Mia was just sitting on Kate’s bed in a cute, dark blue, party dress while nursing her second beer and her third slice of pizza of the night so far. Kate was pleased she had tricked her bottom-heavy brat of a housemate into confiscating the Domino’s pizza she’d ordered. Getting Mia to overeat was becoming increasingly easy, Kate couldn’t wait until the results of her indulgence started to really show.

The skimpy dress Mia had on, normally had the effect of making her boobs look a little bigger and highlighted her toned bubble butt, but on this night, while the dress was doing it’s intended job it also appeared to Kate that Mia’s dress was hugging her waist more tightly than usual. Perhaps all of Mia’s increased consumption during the week was producing some effect, even if it was slight. Kate prayed for the day Mia grew an embarrassing belly to rival that of her own.

“Oof, I don’t know. Looks like you’re a size 12 now.” Mia teased before smugly smiling at her dim-witted rival’s misfortune and taking another gulp of her beer.

“Holy f*ck, I am not a size 12!” Kate roared, as she turned and scanned her appearance for herself in her closet mirror. After a moment, Kate felt her irritation growing as her eyes annoyingly agreed with Mia’s assessment. The dress was too small, or rather, her plumper body had grown too big… In a moment of vulnerability Kate thought to herself that she could probably burst some of her dresses’ buttons if she took in a deep enough breath… Snapping out of it and trying to save face, Kate made up an excuse, “I bet this brand just runs a size small.”

“Ha! Whatever helps you sleep at night.” Mia giggled, as the sudden snort of laughter she produced caused a carbonated belch to slip out unexpectedly, “*burrp!*”

Covering her mouth and blushing from the surprise, Mia was thankful Kate seemed to ignore her unladylike burp.

“I’ll prove this runs a size small!”  Kate growled, as she began unbuttoning her dress.  Mia’s jaw dropped as Kate’s plump belly jutted out once it was freed from the confines of her tight dress. Her eyes then darted upward, as Kate’s full and expansive breasts jiggled free.

Like the rest of Kate’s body, her breasts had grown in size, but proportionally more than the rest of her. Slightly buzzed from the beer she’s been drinking, Mia unconsciously put her hands over her own smaller boobs, and muttered, “Gosh Kate, your boobs look huge! Did you go up a cup size?”

“Sure did.” Kate shrugged, sounding like she was complaining for a moment before spotting some jealousy in Mia’s almond-brown eyes. Changing her tune Kate cupped her substantial breasts in each hand and pressed them together to flaunt their excessiveness in Mia’s smug face, “I may have got fat, but at least my boobs grew with me!”

“No wonder you can’t find a dress that fits.”  Mia huffed, biting her tongue and trying to play off her moment of boob envy like it was nothing. It was at that exact moment, Mia realized where her hands were resting, so she shyly removed her hands from her breasts trying not to draw attention to what she was doing.

Kate seemed like she was on the verge of saying something in response when the doorbell rang out from downstairs. Before Kate could get her thought out, Mia hopped off Kate’s bed, and happily hummed, “I’ll get it!”

Before Kate had a chance to say anything, Mia had already run out of the room.

As she raced down the steps, Mia couldn’t contain the fact that she was excited. The person at the door was none other than her high school friend, Claire, who’d arrived just in time for the weekend’s festivities. Halting herself from outright opening the front door once she finally reached it, Mia took a moment to catch her breath, adjust the spanx she was wearing to smooth out her softer waistline, and tug down her dress a little bit since it had ridden up thanks to the girth of her butt cheeks. Feeling settled and flawless, Mia proceeded to open the door and get a good look of her old friend.

Claire was looking a bit pale, as usual. The girl was never one to spend any substantial amount of time outside in high school, she never even did any sports. However, at 5’7 with a lean hourglass physique, she was still quite the knockout.  Her red lipstick, red party dress, and naturally short brown hair drew attention to her blemish-free face in the most flattering way possible.  Mia was almost speechless, her friend looked very good, and certainly a little bit thinner than she remembered.

      “Ohhh my gosh, hi Giiiirl!  You look sooo hot!” Mia half giggled, as she used her arms to welcome Claire to step inside.

      “Bonjour Mia! Comment allez-vous?” Claire played along, in her well-practiced French accent.

“Haha, ummm? Je suis bon! Umm, Je suis boner?” Mia stated, with little conviction as she failed to hold in her bubbly smile.  

      “Hahaha, don’t you mean heureux?  That wasn’t even close Mia!” Claire laughed giving up on communicating with Mia in French since it was clear her French class buddy hadn’t practiced the language since senior year of high school.

      “What did I say?” Mia asked sincerely, as Claire hugged her and squeezed tightly.

      “You said boner!  Dummy!” Claire laughed subtly noticing something was a little off about her friend while they remained pressed so closely together.

      “Bahahaha, I never learned a thing in French class.  Mademoiselle Basset was such a b*tch...” Mia reminisced, before she used Claire’s hug as an excuse to give her butt a squeeze.  Claire had to be doing platies or spin classes or something because a girl with a butt that firm, that did no sports, was an enigma.

      “Hey! Cut it out you horny bugger!  How do you like it!?” Claire squealed, as she gave Mia’s rear a healthy squeeze.  She immediately noticed there was a lot more to grab than she remembered, Mia’s bubble booty felt thick and soft, nowhere near as hard and firm as it used to be.

      “I’m used to it. Just wait till I show you my boyfriend, Trent.  You’ll meet him later tonight, he is sooooo hawt!” Mia smiled as she parted from Claire and tried to fix her boobs, which were being squished by her tight dress.

Looking at Mia adjusting her bust, Claire gasped, “Your boobs got huge.”

“They look bigger?” Mia hummed with a smile, pleasantly caught off guard. She’d been praying all the food she was cramming into her stomach these past two weeks would help fill out her bust size. She hadn’t thought any weight had stuck around up there yet.

“Yeah, we used to be the same cup size, remember? Now look at you!” Claire exclaimed, as Mia’s eyes glanced at Claire’s b-cup breasts. They… They actually looked a little smaller than Mia remembered.

“Are you sure yours didn’t just shrink?” Mia teased, “You look like you’ve lost weight.”

“Maybe they did a little bit...” Claire begrudgingly acknowledged, sounding a little disappointed, “I started doing Zumba classes this year, and Zumba’s so fun, but… I don’t know. Maybe I should quit. I don’t wanna be flat-chested.”

“You’re not flat-chested! You look great! You’re so skinny! I’m jealous!” Mia enthused trying to cheer up her friend.

“I bet you are.” Claire hummed, looking Mia over again top to thick bottom. Her friend had obviously filled out a little bit, but it was undeniable that Mia still looked fantastic.

“Totally.” Mia smiled, as she grabbed Claire’s hand and lead her upstairs, “Come on, we gotta help Kate hurry up so we can go!”

“O-okay!” Claire muttered, while Mia dragged her up to Kate’s room, only to find Mia’s housemate with her back to the door struggling to zip up a snug-looking yellow dress.

It was obvious to Claire and Mia at a glance why Kate was having trouble, the dress was too small, and Kate was too big.

      “Are you serious? Kate, that’s not going to work. Just throw on one of those sweater dresses you like.” Mia couldn’t help but honestly blurt out since she wanted to get a move on.

“Alright fine! I give up. Nothing cute wants to fit tonight.” Kate sighed, as she turned around and made eye contact with Mia’s friend, “Hey.”

      “Hey. I am Claire by the way.  Nice to meet you!”  Claire warmly smiled, as she extended her arm for a handshake.  

      “Umm, we already met silly.  I was Mia’s roommate freshman year, you visited twice. Remember” Kate stated, unsure why Claire didn’t remember her.

      “Kate?!  Oh my, w-when did you get so fa…shionable, *cough* hmm, fashionable?” Claire muttered, as she tried to muffle her shock.  The Kate which Claire remembered was a blond bombshell, not some bloated and busty looking bimbo.  In her head, Claire couldn’t help but judgmentally, ‘What are they feeding all the girls at this college?’

       “Hahaha!” Mia exploded loving the fact that Kate had gotten so fat Claire had trouble recognizing her.

      “Just get out of my room and give me a minute. I’ll be right down.” Kate announced defeated, as Mia grabbed the remaining pizza from off her bed and ushered Claire to follow her downstairs.

A few minutes later, after another slice of pizza, the trio left the house. The streets of Adamsville were crowded with fellow college students setting out to seek a night of fun and merrymaking. After a few minutes of walking, the girls arrived at a large old house off-campus that was being rented out by a few members of the football team. This wasn’t the designated ‘football house’ this year, but the guy’s through reliably good parties pretty much every weekend.

At the party, Mia, Kate, and Claire met up with Jessica and Lara. After some reintroductions, the girls grabbed some drinks and hopped on the dance floor. Eventually, Jessica bailed on the group to make out with her relatively new boyfriend. Lara gravitated toward watching the crew of boys playing Kings in the kitchen. Kate eventually met up with Jay, and the two went down to the basement to play some beer pong together. That just left Mia and Claire.

Mia had wanted to introduce her to Trent, but her boyfriend wasn’t answering her texts. So, the girls played some flip-cup in the living room to pass the time until he arrived. As the night wore on, Mia grew increasingly more drunk, so much so that Claire quit drinking just in case Mia needed someone to take care of her later.

It was soon after Mia passed the point of complete inebriation that her boyfriend finally arrived. Claire got a first row view to Mia voicing her displeasure with Trent’s tardiness. The poor fellow tried to calm her down by getting her to play beer pong with him, Mia refused. Instead, she paired Trent with Claire and excused herself to grab another drink.

Pent up and annoyed, Mia nursed her beer and ventured alone onto the dance floor again. Dancing as a method to ease her frustrations, Mia began to bounce in tune with the song that was playing all while keeping an eye on Claire and Trent.  Perhaps it was the alcohol, or the worries about sorority bingo in the back of her mind, but as she watched Claire and Trent play, she started grow a little bit jealous of Claire.

She was just about to go butt in and take her rightful place beside Trent when she noticed guy grinding up on her from behind.  This guy was big, probably one of the football players that was renting the house.  In her drunken state, Mia smiled, closed her eyes, and imagined making Trent so jealous that he ditched Claire to come dance with her.

Mia began to work her moves on this guy and could quickly feel him growing hard.  She was already close to the wall so with her bubble booty Mia pushed her dancing partner against the wall and started to give this lucky fellow a drunken standing lap dance.  Mia was quite good when it came to shaking her booty; she’d danced with many people during her college career.

He placed his hands on her waist and squeezed as she worked her booty up and down, Mia had to admit the contact felt very good.  She was in a perfect place with how drunk she was feeling to enjoy the experience.  As the song died down Mia turned round to look at her lucky dance partner, but… to her horror it wasn’t even a football player, it was….it was..

      “Brian Euuugh! What the f*ck do you… think you’re doing?”  Mia spat, louder than she realized.

      “Whoa, I was just dancing and saw you. Gosh, you were the one shaking all up on me!” Brian defended himself feeling completely out of his depth.

      “Shut up *Burrrp!* Brian!  I’ve told you once and I’ve told you…more than once.  You’re a nice guy, *burp!* but stop trying, I’m out of your LEAGUE. Maybe if you got in shape *hic* lost the gut… and got a haircut… Better clothes… MAYBE we could dance… But that’s IT! You still wouldn’t be in MY league!” Mia slurred her snobbish words, as she put her hands on her hips and looked glossy-eyes upon her overweight classmate with disgust.

      “I was just..” Brian stumbled.

      “Just what?  Hoping I was really *hic* drunk?  Like, sooo drunk I wouldn’t feel your boner pressing against me?!” Mia burst, as lost her balance and stumbled into Brian’s arms, slurring, “I have a boyfriend! Brian!”

“We were just dancing, I’m sorry!” Brian tried to soothe the volatile diva, while he helped her stabilize her footing, “Are you okay?”

“I need the… guest-restaurant…” Mia drunkenly babbled, as the room started spinning a little faster to her eyes.

“Guest restaurant?” Brian muttered before it clicked, “Restroom? Okay sure, I’ll help you.”

“I don’t NEED your help! Where’s Trent??” Mia wobbly declared taking a few steps away from Brian and promptly stumbling onto the floor.

Embarrassed and insulted, Brian considered leaving her there for a moment before his conscience got the better of him and he picked her up, this time lifting her completely off the ground so she couldn’t stumble anymore and potentially hurt herself. In his arms, she felt weightless. Mia was such a beautiful creature, but such a nasty drunk. Brian carried her off the dance floor and over to her boyfriend, passing her off to him.

When he set Mia down next to Trent, she pulled on Trent’s arm, clumsily stood on her tippy toes, and whispering some incomprehensible babble into his ear that roughly translated to, “I don’t feel good. Take me home.”

       “Okay.” Trent muttered, as he led Mia away from Claire and Brian, and quickly exited the party.

       They eventually made it to Mia’s house, by then Mia had already started to get a little sick.  Trent took her to the bathroom and took care of her as she began to throw up.  Trent was pretty unhappy with the way the night turned out, but he took good care of Mia regardless.

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