I've Gained The Freshman 15
My girls bestie enrolled in college and went from tiny to huge freshman year!
My friend is an only child and showed up to the dorms with college paid for and daddy's truck. Bree was a short, skinny, athletic girl with blonde hair and blue eyes. A real petite stunner. She dived into college life and kept my girlfriend up to speed on every little thing.
Before to long Bree started complaining about putting on some weight, but "just a little" because the student union building had buffets for breakfast lunch and dinner. Plus she was always "really bloated" and "the dryers in the dorms are notorious for shrinking peoples clothes."
By the winter Bree was sporting a nice little pot belly and filling out everywhere. She had already traded in her jeans for yoga pants and sweats and her tight, fitted, fashionable tops were in the closet in favor of big college tees. Meanwhile the lifestyle was taking its toll on Bree's little belly.
Beerpong, latenight taco bell runs, candy and netflix binges and parties all started adding up. By spring break she decided to come visit us. Of course we went to the beach. Bree was a little hesitant but her best friend and I insisted.
At the lake the first thing Bree said as she stripped down to bikini was,
"Now don't judge, I'm a little bloated!"
Now was my chance, "Are you sure your just bloated and its not the freshman 15? That belly wasn't there last time we were out here."
Bree admitted to gaining weight but snapped, "Well, yeah. I've gained a little weight but it's no where near 15 pounds!"
That hungry girl had to eat those words on her latest visit. Bree came to our door at least 20 pounds heavier than last time and of course she was full of stories. She showed up wearing size 12s jeans(i know because she had to borrow them from my girl) and telling us she's gonna diet and get her summer bod back.
We had a few drinks and my girl this time, asked "Okay be honest, girl. Spill it. Whats the damage?"
The following argument culminated in my girl grabbing our scale and making fat little Bree hop on. Much to everyones surprise she was OVER 30 pounds heavier.
I was teasing her the other day, saying I would only do her a favor if, "You wear that outfit you met me in."
Which of course is size 6 shorts and a crop top.
"I guess, if you just wanna stare at my fat belly all day!"
Doesn't she get thats the point?
My friend is an only child and showed up to the dorms with college paid for and daddy's truck. Bree was a short, skinny, athletic girl with blonde hair and blue eyes. A real petite stunner. She dived into college life and kept my girlfriend up to speed on every little thing.
Before to long Bree started complaining about putting on some weight, but "just a little" because the student union building had buffets for breakfast lunch and dinner. Plus she was always "really bloated" and "the dryers in the dorms are notorious for shrinking peoples clothes."
By the winter Bree was sporting a nice little pot belly and filling out everywhere. She had already traded in her jeans for yoga pants and sweats and her tight, fitted, fashionable tops were in the closet in favor of big college tees. Meanwhile the lifestyle was taking its toll on Bree's little belly.
Beerpong, latenight taco bell runs, candy and netflix binges and parties all started adding up. By spring break she decided to come visit us. Of course we went to the beach. Bree was a little hesitant but her best friend and I insisted.
At the lake the first thing Bree said as she stripped down to bikini was,
"Now don't judge, I'm a little bloated!"
Now was my chance, "Are you sure your just bloated and its not the freshman 15? That belly wasn't there last time we were out here."
Bree admitted to gaining weight but snapped, "Well, yeah. I've gained a little weight but it's no where near 15 pounds!"
That hungry girl had to eat those words on her latest visit. Bree came to our door at least 20 pounds heavier than last time and of course she was full of stories. She showed up wearing size 12s jeans(i know because she had to borrow them from my girl) and telling us she's gonna diet and get her summer bod back.
We had a few drinks and my girl this time, asked "Okay be honest, girl. Spill it. Whats the damage?"
The following argument culminated in my girl grabbing our scale and making fat little Bree hop on. Much to everyones surprise she was OVER 30 pounds heavier.
I was teasing her the other day, saying I would only do her a favor if, "You wear that outfit you met me in."
Which of course is size 6 shorts and a crop top.
"I guess, if you just wanna stare at my fat belly all day!"
Doesn't she get thats the point?
36-40, M
