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Even if the entire football team was watching (they weren't (she checked the cafeteria to make sure)), Harriet was determined to get her uncomfortably tight pants unbuttoned. So she scooted forward in her chair to make unfastening them a little easier, hands curving around her belly in search of the offending button. Wait...

Something was strange. Harriet wasn't surprised that her stomach was large; after all, she had been eating almost non-stop since her trip to Brompton in the morning. She was was just expecting it to feel different- full, round, almost firm from all her gorging. But what her hands encountered was a soft squishy roll of fat. How was that possible? She wanted to keep fondling it, keep testing its consistency, but she also didn't want to look like a huge weirdo. Her fingers quickly found the button and undid it. Harriet sighed with guilty relief at the sensation of her belly settling to gobble up the new slack in her waistband.

Her plan to out-eat her hunger had failed. After leaving the bookstore, she went straight into a Micky B's and ordered an Ameri-sized Double Micky Classic combo meal. That was supposed to keep her sated through the bus trip back to campus, but after only a few stops, her stomach insisted on more. She tried ignoring it, but it twisted and knotted. Harriet squirmed in her seat. She exited before her stop upon seeing a SubStation sign. Two foot-long turkey clubs barely lasted the walk back to her dorm.

Not even the buffet style cafeteria lunch could dent her hunger for long. She spent the time until dinner snacking in her dorm room, dreaming of the trays of food she planned on inhaling then. The ruins of that meal were on the table before her. Harriet sipped the last of her soda, worriedly imagining the sugar water bypassing her stomach, depositing directly as fat around her boobs, plumping up her thighs. Is that why she never felt satisfied?

She should make an appointment with the University's clinic. This could be serious. But first, thirds. Harriet got out of her seat to get back in line.

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Even if the entire football team was watching (they weren't (she checked the cafeteria to make sure)), Harriet was determined to get her uncomfortably tight pants unbuttoned. So she scooted forward in her chair to make unfastening them a little easier, hands curving around her belly in search of the offending button. Wait...

Something was strange. Harriet wasn't surprised that her stomach was large; after all, she had been eating almost non-stop since her trip to Brompton in the morning. She was was just expecting it to feel different- full, round, almost firm from all her gorging. But what her hands encountered was a soft squishy roll of fat. How was that possible? She wanted to keep fondling it, keep testing its consistency, but she also didn't want to look like a huge weirdo. Her fingers quickly found the button and undid it. Harriet sighed with guilty relief at the sensation of her belly settling to gobble up the new slack in her waistband.

Her plan to out-eat her hunger had failed. After leaving the bookstore, she went straight into a Micky B's and ordered an Ameri-sized Double Micky Classic combo meal. That was supposed to keep her sated through the bus trip back to campus, but after only a few stops, her stomach insisted on more. She tried ignoring it, but it twisted and knotted. Harriet squirmed in her seat. She exited before her stop upon seeing a SubStation sign. Two foot-long turkey clubs barely lasted the walk back to her dorm.

Not even the buffet style cafeteria lunch could dent her hunger for long. She spent the time until dinner snacking in her dorm room, dreaming of the trays of food she planned on inhaling then. The ruins of that meal were on the table before her. Harriet sipped the last of her soda, worriedly imagining the sugar water bypassing her stomach, depositing directly as fat around her boobs, plumping up her thighs. Is that why she never felt satisfied?

She should make an appointment with the University's clinic. This could be serious. But first, thirds. Harriet got out of her seat to get back in line.