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I hope everyone is having a good night, for today's post I've got 3,100 words of the next installment of Mia's Junior Year: Volume 2, Chapter 5.  I hope you enjoy!

Thanks again for all the support!

-Polaris

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Mia's Junior Year

Volume 2

Chapter 5

Week two of the second half of fall semester saw both Mia and Kate falling deeper into their new routines.  Kate was consistently getting up early to exercise with Jay and to make sure Mia awoke to a plethora of fattening breakfast options. Reigning in her poor eating habits was still something she was working on, but thanks to Jay and Mia, she was more active than ever. She was also more sore than she could ever remember.

Mia on the other hand was consistently sleeping in since she was tending to stay up later and later to binge on a new fourth meal of the day. Three just were not enough since letting go of her social proprieties and eating like a pig around her friends at lunch was still something Mia struggled with. That being said, her new late-night meals almost exclusively consisted of cheesy buffalo chicken fries, pizza, or pasta and a slice of cheesecake for dessert from the closest pizza joint in town.

Mia had known she possessed a sweet tooth, but she had never indulged in sweets so consistently like this before.  She found herself going to bed in a constant state of fulfilled bliss and was actually waking up feeling more energetic than when she’d been regularly working out every day.  She figured that after pushing her body so hard for so long, a few weeks rest might just do some wonders for her.  Besides, classes were picking up and for now Mia was happy to trade the time she normally would have spent exercising, on her ever-increasing workload.

She was finally eating enough calories to keep herself on pace for a showdown with Kate at the end of the semester. The only issue was that since she was devoting so much time to eating, and digesting, she wasn’t hitting her desired goals concerning sharpening her tennis skills. A problem she hoped to address once her Sociology class finally let out.

She tended to tune out whenever Professor Mackie started ranting about Marxism, and today was no different. Instead of taking notes, she was drawing flowers in her notebook watching the clock slowly tick closer toward the end of class and freedom. She wasn’t worried about missing out on anything while she wasn’t paying attention, after all she could always get the notes from Brian after class.

As class eventually ended, and everyone began to shuffle out of the classroom, that’s exactly what Mia attempted to do.

“Brian! Wait up!” She called after him, as the big guy stopped and turned around, not looking all that happy. Then again, he’d seemed off to her all week. Normally he was always trying to talk to her when he got the chance, but this week he’d been distant for some reason. Mia hoped everything was okay, but she didn’t feel it was proper to say anything about it. After all, they were just classmates, not really friends or anything. “Did you get all that stuff Professor Mackie was saying about Marxism and social institutions?”

“You mean conflict theory?” Brian replied, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah.” Mia smiled sweetly, “Could I maybe borrow your notes to, uhh, compare them with my own?”

She watched as Brian’s frown softened, “Sure. Just give them back next class.”

He sat behind Mia in class, he knew her notes generally consisted of thoughtless doodles. Part of him wondered if his kindness in sharing his notes was the cause of Mia’s poor attentiveness in class or if she really just wasn’t the best student. Either way, the fact that Mia sort of depended on him in any way shape or form was a sort of consolation in his mind for the verbal thrashing she’d dished out to him while drunk the previous weekend. It seemed like she liked him to some extent, but clearly not romantically. Such a pill was a tough one to swallow and was probably the reason he’d been feeling so down all week.

“Thanks Brian, you’re the best.” Mia winked before accepting the notes Brian handed her and seeming to lean in toward him for potentially a hug; however, when he didn’t lift his arms and reciprocate, she sort of wobbled awkwardly back upright as she stepped just a foot closer to him and then blushed, “Sorry lost my balance there, haha… Umm, everything okay Brian? You seem, I don’t know. Down?”

“I just had a rough weekend is all.” Brian admitted not wanting to overshare.

“Me too. I got sooo sick Friday night.” Mia shook her head and gazed upward trying to piece together her hazy memories of that night.

“I remember.” Brian nodded, trying not to relief the embarrassment he’d felt as Mia had lashed out on him.

“That’s right you were there. We… We danced. Didn’t we?” Mia hesitantly sought to confirm.

“I mean, if you want to call it that. Sure, but I mean, I guess I’d be more accurate to say we ughh… stumbled together. Briefly.”

“Ha, hahaha!” Mia giggled. Brian wasn’t usually so blunt. Something about his more serious and sharper demeanor was catching her off guard. It was amusing.  “Stumbled sounds accurate. I’m sorry if I embarrassed you.”

“No apology needed, but thanks.” Brian couldn’t help but smile at Mia’s sincerity. It was clear to him that she’d been so wasted that she didn’t remember saying all those mean things to him. Still though, just because she probably didn’t mean to yell at him like that didn’t mean that what she said wasn’t how she felt. Wanting some space, Brian took a step back and mentioned, “Well, I better be going.”

“Wait!” Mia’s voiced stopped him for a moment, “What was rough about your weekend?”

“Umm, lady problems.” Brian admitted trying not to make eye contact with the source of his grief standing right in front of him.

“I’m sorry to hear that.” Mia hummed sounding oddly almost relieved, “Don’t worry, any girl would be lucky to have you. I’m sure it will all sort itself out.”

“I don’t know about that, but thanks.” Brian nodded before turning to go.

This time Mia didn’t stop him, she just watched as he walked down the hallway and turned a corner to go down the stairs. For a minute there she though he’d been upset with her for some reason, but knowing he was down in the dumps over some girl made her feel much better. Although, something about seeing Brian so depressed was upsetting in its own right. He was always so cheerful.

Packing Brian’s notes into her back, Mia pulled out her phone and turned her attention back toward securing a tennis partner. She wanted to work off some rust before she ate dinner, so she quickly texted her boyfriend to see if he’d want to meet up and play with her. She wasn’t surprised by his quick response; he didn’t want to do any exercise before basketball practice. Typical. Dating athletes had many pros, but scheduling time to hang out was always a con. Scrolling down on her phone, Mia turned her attention to her second choice…

       “Tennis? Every week?”  Jessica asked, while she held herself in a downward facing dog pose and pondered where Mia’s sudden interest in tennis was coming from.

After class Mia had invited Jessica over under the pretense of sharing a little yoga lesson together so they could hang out, exercise and catch up.  Jessica loved yoga more than most of her former relationships, so Mia knew when she asked her for a private lesson she wouldn’t turn her down.

“Just two or three times a week!  It’ll be fun I promise!”  Mia begged, as she began to feel her shoulders getting tired from holding the pose. She regretted not picking a better outfit to exercise in, the tank top she had on felt snug and the yoga pants she’d squeezed into were a problem. It was like the food Mia was constantly stuffing into her gut was finding its way to her butt and thighs. The material was stretched so much around her backside that her spanx were practically visible.

“I doubt it.  Why don’t you ask Kate or Lara?”  Jessica replied, in a dismissive tone. Mia let out a little sigh in response, thinking Jessica was acting like a snob for no reason.

“Cause you are better than Lara and I… I can’t ask Kate.” Mia reluctantly explained, while Jessica shifted into a cobra pose and Mia followed suit.

       “Why can’t you ask Kate?” Jessica wondered, sniffing out that Mia had something she was trying to hide.

“She’s just annoying me lately.” Mia replied hoping her nosy friend would buy it.

“Bullsh*t. You two always annoy each other. Spill the beans.” Jessica demanded, as the side of her brain that flourished at the thought of drama went into overdrive. Before Mia had time to voice another false excuse Jessica correctly deduced what was going on, “Oh-my-god, is this for one of your dumb challenges?”

Mia’s silence in response spoke volumes.

As Jessica turned her head and looked at her friend at a loss for words, Mia’s cobra pose caused her shirt to ride up, exposing her softer looking stomach. Breaking the silence, Jessica barked in a knowing tone, “Don’t even bother answering, I know I’m right.  What’s the challenge about?”

      “I can’t tell you!”  Mia said, as Jessica moved back to a downward facing dog pose and Mia followed suit.

       “Well, I’ll only do it if you tell me what’s at stake.  So?  What’s it about?”  Jessica insisted, as she looked over and saw Mia struggle a bit to maintain her form.  Her body began to shake gently as her muscles struggled to hold her weight. A jiggling motion from Mia’s big fleshy butt caught her eye, but Jessica didn’t focus on it. Her attention was focused on what Mia had to say for herself.

      “Promise, not to tell anyone?”  Mia asked, while she tried to keep her voice sounding relaxed despite the strain she was feeling from holding the pose.  She knew Jessica was trustworthy and felt that even if telling her was breaking the rules of the challenge, she wouldn’t rat her out to Kate.  

       “Promise!”  Jessica squealed, certainly excited.  

       “Okay, we got into a little fight around the end of midterms because she found out I was dating Trent after we agreed he was off limits.  So, after some arguing we decided to settle the problem the way we always do, with a challenge.  Well, a grand challenge in this case.” Mia prattled trying to keep her voice down.

“And a grand challenge is different from your usual little contests how?” Jessica hummed seeking some clarification.

“A grand challenge just means the dispute is decided by the best of three contests. If I won, Kate said she would leave me and Trent alone.  If I lost, I would have had to break up with Trent.”  Mia explained, as Jessica eagerly lessened, “So, we had an ice cream eating contest, which Kate won, obviously! And a 100-meter dash, and a tennis match, which I won, easily.  She was a sore loser, as usual, and complained that the contests were unfair. She started demanding a rematch. She claimed she only lost because she was fatter than me, which is of course ridiculous, so I told her she was being ridiculous and that if I weighed as much as she did the only difference would have been that I’d have won the ice cream eating contest too. Then she said I should prove it. I asked her what she meant by that and she suggested I put on enough weight to match her, and I told her she was nuts, but then she…”

“You’re rambling Mia.” Jessica momentarily interjected, as Mia fell to her knees, took a big breath, and tried to gather herself to form a more coherent explanation.

“To make a long story short, she started sh*tting on my relationship with Trent, saying he was only interested in me because of my looks, and for sorority bingo. And it really pissed me off, because… Trent does have a sorority bingo board. I found it under his bed with a pair of my panties.” Mia revealed much to Jessica’s surprise.

“Oh my GOSH! No!” Jessica shrieked, actually deciding to follow Mia’s lead and take a rest position while they discussed.

“I know! So, there I was wondering about his commitment… And I figured, I could kill two birds with one stone with this rematch Kate wanted. If I put on enough weight to match Kate, I could put her in her place and test Trent’s commitment to me.  If he’s only dating me because I’m hot, I’ll save myself a lot of trouble in like 10 years when I start having kids and get, like, naturally heavier.” Mia said pausing to take another breath before continuing, “When I win the rematch with Kate, she agreed to be my personal servant for the rest of the school year. I’m talking laundry duty, chores, anything I say, she’s gotta do.”

“And if you lose?” Jessica wondered looking like Mia had 100% of her attention right now.

“I won’t.” Mia chuckled.

“Humor me.” Jessica sighed.

“If I lose, I’ll have to be her personal servant for the rest of the school year, but that’s not going to happen.” Mia explained conveniently leaving out any of the stakes concerning their respective weights. Jessica didn’t need to know about the business during the first half of the semester regarding Kate’s attempted sabotage of her weight, or Mia’s successful counter sabotage. She also didn’t need to know that the winner of this rematch was going to make the loser considerably fatter as a form of punishment and petty revenge.

“Okay, so…  This is the dumbest thing I have ever heard!  What is wrong with you two?! Why are you like this?? You make more sense when you are drunk Mia!” Jessica vented a little loudly for Mia’s tastes. So Mia put her hand over Jessica’s mouth to shut her up for a second.

      “Keep it down will you! Look I don’t know what else I can tell you.  I’m your friend, this is my body, my choice and I want you to help me beat Kate in our rematch. What do you say? Will you help me?” Mia once again asked hoping Jessica would see things her way, while Jessica peeled her hand off of her mouth.

      “Mia, I always thought your stupid challenges with Kate were dumb.  BUT WHY GET FAT ON PURPOSE!”  Jessica complained with some irritated pain in her voice.

“Look, let’s be honest, I’m not going to lose.  When I win, I’ll lose it all before spring break.  I just need someone to help motivate me to practice tennis.  It could be my worse event.  Playing with you will give me the edge I need to be certain of victory.”  Mia explained, as she continued resting on her yoga mat. She wasn’t about to re-emphasize that stuff she’d said about trusting Trent. It was difficult enough to admit it at all.

      “Ok, you are only right that it is your body, but come on.  Wake up.  It doesn’t matter if you win, you are still going to get fat.  I mean how much weight are you trying to gain?”  Jessica asked, as she made concerned eye contact with Mia.

      “Just enough to match Kate, she’s only about 157-pounds.”  Mia replied, while she avoided Jessica’s judgmental eyes.

     “Mia, are you listening to yourself?  Only 157lbs? How much do you weigh? 120-125 pounds? That’s like over 30 pounds you’ve gotta gain! That’s like going through a pregnancy.”  Jessica commented, as she tapped Mia on the shoulder to get her attention.

       “So, what?  Some girls gain the freshman 15 every semester and besides, being skinny is easy.”  Mia replied dismissive of Jessica’s concerns, while she met Jessica’s eyes with a confident expression.  

      “Not for everyone.”  Jessica pleaded, trying to get Mia so see reason.

      “Jessica, I’m not everyone.  I’ve always been super athletic.  This challenge will be no problem.”  Mia said, as she ran her hands through her hair to scratch an itch.

       “Do you think you’ll still be super athletic after you eat yourself up a few dress sizes?”  Jessica almost spat in response.

      “Of course!  It’s who I am.”  Mia argued, getting slightly defensive.

       “Okay, you’re not listening to me, but if this experience will get you to value how important being skinny is, then I’ll help you.”  Jessica relented, as she realized how stubborn Mia was being.

      “Thanks Jessica!”  Mia replied, as she began to smile, masking in her victory to get Jessica to help her out.

       “Don’t thank me.  I’m your friend, I have to support you, but I really don’t agree with what you are doing.  I just don’t want all my friend’s getting fat and ruining their lives.” Jessica said, as she looked at Mia and gave in to her absurd demands.  

       “Trust me, I promise getting fat won’t ruin my life.  Thanks love!”  Mia smiled, as she gave Jessica an overbearing hug before letting go and sitting her growing butt back on her yoga mat.  Mia realized, as she balanced herself, that sitting with her legs crossed now caused her tight shirt to ride up, exposing a bit of her softer stomach.  

      “Ugh, and I was wondering where this came from.” Jessica said, while she leaned over and poked Mia in her soft lower belly.

“Will you not.” Mia growled swatting her friend’s hand away.

Jessica hadn’t been convinced by Mia’s argument; the girl clearly wasn’t thinking clearly.  Jessica figured once Mia realized that identifying herself as hot, popular and athletic was dependent on her physical appearance, she would realize her mistake and lose the extra poundage.  And who knows, while Mia was figuring it all out maybe there was an opportunity for someone else to claim the mantle of queen bee in their friend group. Jessica let that thought echo in her head as she imagined Mia’s figure with a little more cushion.

       “What are you staring at?” Mia asked curiously, as she slowly got back into a downward dog position and Jessica’s eyes tilted toward Mia’s pronounced butt. To the naked eye, it was looking more plump than usual, and that was saying something considering how bottom-heavy Mia normally was.

      “Oh nothing, just at the girl whose going to play tennis with me once we finish!” Jessica tried not to chuckle, while smiling fiendishly as she examined Mia’s full body.  Mia didn’t look big, but she no longer had that rock hard, lean muscle look she had going on.  In fact, her belly, butt and thighs looked to have grown a bit larger and softer.

       “That’s the enthusiasm I’m looking for!” Mia smiled feeling relieved, as she tried to focus on correcting her form by lifting her butt.

“Hey, if you’re right, we might even have fun!” Jessica giggled as she looked at her watch.

“Thanks again Jessica! You’re awesome!”  Mia smiled, as Jessica followed Mia’s lead and got back into their yoga routine.