You manage to fall back to sleep for the last few hours before your alarm is set to go off... after having your dad get you some water so you could make a wish that you had a spare wardrobe in bigger sizes that your dad could pull out for you. It was easy enough to tell him it was bought "just in case" something like this happened, too. In fact, he seemed kind of proud of you... well, more than kind of. He was fully proud of you.
When you arrive to campus the next day you're dressed in a pair of cargo shorts that look more like booty shorts from how much they're stretched across your giant ass and a t-shirt that leaves the bottom quarter of your belly hanging out and wobbling. Your feet even got bigger which meant you had to be in much bigger, and slip on, shoes that were planted very far apart given how huge your thighs were. You huffed and grunted as you stomped heavily along the hallway, sending tremors through the cheap flooring and cracking a few weaker spots. You were sweating up a storm, creating two very dark, damp spots under your arms and tits along with a bit on your shorts down your huge crack. Though you couldn't help but smile. This felt right. It felt good!
As you approach the lecture hall, you spot the history professor waddling from the opposite end. His eyes go wide when he sees you and he picks up his pace as best as he can. The two of you thudding down the hallway made it tremble even more and people simply gave up trying to get by you or move, choosing to hold onto doorways or each other instead. You smiled widely as your massive gut smacked into the professor's with a sweaty plap.
"Urf... Mornin' professor," you say in your new baritone, cock twitching just at how deep your own voice was.
"IYNH you're... you're bigger than I am! I know I was a carrier of the virus but I didn't think I'd pass it to you... or that you'd get it so strongly!" he puffs, eyes looking all over you in shock and awe.
You smile, "Yeah, I know huh? I'm so big... so fat... I'm, huff, I'm even fatter than you!"
The professor groans and nods, his fat chins wobbling, "You are... Why don't you join me after class. You aren't busy are you?"
You raise a brow, "Another round huh?"
He chuckles and you feel his fat shake against yours, "Perhaps, though I'm not sure we could get close enough to. We can certainly try! I would also like to see how much you can eat. I find that I have cum just from stuffing myself."
You smile again and laugh, your fat the one bouncing this time. He was now being rather open and brazen in public! You rather liked that.
"Sounds good. Let's get some lunch after class and see about a nice fuck. I think I know a way," you say, knowing your powder is in your backpack you have to hold in your fat hand since you're too big to wear it now.
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