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She was in college. A very small private one, but most colleges are the same. As a Freshman, she gained fifteen pounds. Her name was Georgia and she was home schooled until she went away. Her first year was the best time of her life. She ate whatever she wanted, smoked whenever she wanted, and dated all the guys she could imagine. But as a slutty party girl, she was never cast out by the other girls at school, like some are. Instead, she was possibly the most adored. It seemed like everyone wanted to be around her all the time.
And Georgia never turned down something offered to her (which led to the inevitable 15 pounds which clinged to her lower torso, and the number of boys she deflowered. She could almost always be found in the dining hall because it was the center of most interactions on campus. Its amazing to think she gained only the average fifteen pounds. But none the less, she arrived at college a thin, innocent, sexy girl, with no friends and little experience in the world, and after one year was slightly plumper now average, with a wide variety of friends that would do anything she asked.
Georgias darkish brown hair blew steadily from the passenger seat of her mothers car. It would wrap around the headrest and touch the high piles of her dorm room, stacked hastily in the backseat. They were driving home for the summer, and the open window was a retreat from the cramped car, and her mothers questions.
So since Christmas has there been anymore boys?
(If only she knew.) There have been a couple, but they ended up being losers. (Didnt stop me!) I dont think Im going to try and date anyone for a while though. Id rather just- (fuck) focus on school and friends
Ooh, well thats good hon. We dont want anymore of the November occasions. Do we? That would be a real shame. But I know things happen, especially with you being away from your mom. Her mom looked at her a bit sarcastically, but Georgia knew there was truth in her words, and Georgia regretted sharing one of her sex experiences with her mom. She rolled her eyes and shook her head.
I know mom, and no, I wont let a guy take advantage of me being drunk and yes, I will be careful with drinking, and yes I will watch my drink at parties.
Ohh hon, you know Im teasin. But really I worry, I just want you to be safe.
I know mom. Georgia said this soft.
Georgia looked over at her mom. At first out of love, but then she noticed her own face in her mothers. And her thoughts were panicked she was suddenly old, and suddenly stuck. But then they settled, and Georgia studied her. Frequently looking at her own reflection and her own body.
Her eyes were the same. Dark, and always smiling just a hint. And her lips were full and always about to smile, even though they rarely did. This was her mothers look of mystery and her own, but no one would have called her mother beautiful. Her father, who Georgia had never met, gave her beauty with his high narrow cheeks, arched eyebrows, and delicate chin. Georgia smiled at herself in the mirror and then her eyes drifted to her moms figure.
Her smile faded. Her mother, Claire, was slightly overweight, but carried it extremely well Georgia thought. But the thought frightened her as she looked down at her own muffin top less than a year old.
Claire had large boobs, Cs at least, and for her age they were perky. They extended in front of her and she moved in a way that made it seem like they guided the rest of her body. But her chest was hardly a defining part of her figure. If it was anything it was her thighs. When she stood, they would be wider than her shoulders, and the tops near her crotch would touch. Georgia remembered when her mom had been stretching. And spread her legs while standing. The tops of her thighs would bounce when they would separate from each other. Her thighs went around to the back and her ass was average, on par in size with her boobs. But even at its average, slightly over stuffed size, it started to shelf out and was very round. Above it, were love handles, and a large stomach roll.
Georgia had a small chest, average ass, but took note that in the past year, her belly had become the same size as her mothers, love handles included, and that her thighs were touching now as she sat. She swallowed nervously trying to remember if they did when she stood or not.
Georgia
By O. Welles
By O. Welles
She was in college. A very small private one, but most colleges are the same. As a Freshman, she gained fifteen pounds. Her name was Georgia and she was home schooled until she went away. Her first year was the best time of her life. She ate whatever she wanted, smoked whenever she wanted, and dated all the guys she could imagine. But as a slutty party girl, she was never cast out by the other girls at school, like some are. Instead, she was possibly the most adored. It seemed like everyone wanted to be around her all the time.
And Georgia never turned down something offered to her (which led to the inevitable 15 pounds which clinged to her lower torso, and the number of boys she deflowered. She could almost always be found in the dining hall because it was the center of most interactions on campus. Its amazing to think she gained only the average fifteen pounds. But none the less, she arrived at college a thin, innocent, sexy girl, with no friends and little experience in the world, and after one year was slightly plumper now average, with a wide variety of friends that would do anything she asked.
Georgias darkish brown hair blew steadily from the passenger seat of her mothers car. It would wrap around the headrest and touch the high piles of her dorm room, stacked hastily in the backseat. They were driving home for the summer, and the open window was a retreat from the cramped car, and her mothers questions.
So since Christmas has there been anymore boys?
(If only she knew.) There have been a couple, but they ended up being losers. (Didnt stop me!) I dont think Im going to try and date anyone for a while though. Id rather just- (fuck) focus on school and friends
Ooh, well thats good hon. We dont want anymore of the November occasions. Do we? That would be a real shame. But I know things happen, especially with you being away from your mom. Her mom looked at her a bit sarcastically, but Georgia knew there was truth in her words, and Georgia regretted sharing one of her sex experiences with her mom. She rolled her eyes and shook her head.
I know mom, and no, I wont let a guy take advantage of me being drunk and yes, I will be careful with drinking, and yes I will watch my drink at parties.
Ohh hon, you know Im teasin. But really I worry, I just want you to be safe.
I know mom. Georgia said this soft.
Georgia looked over at her mom. At first out of love, but then she noticed her own face in her mothers. And her thoughts were panicked she was suddenly old, and suddenly stuck. But then they settled, and Georgia studied her. Frequently looking at her own reflection and her own body.
Her eyes were the same. Dark, and always smiling just a hint. And her lips were full and always about to smile, even though they rarely did. This was her mothers look of mystery and her own, but no one would have called her mother beautiful. Her father, who Georgia had never met, gave her beauty with his high narrow cheeks, arched eyebrows, and delicate chin. Georgia smiled at herself in the mirror and then her eyes drifted to her moms figure.
Her smile faded. Her mother, Claire, was slightly overweight, but carried it extremely well Georgia thought. But the thought frightened her as she looked down at her own muffin top less than a year old.
Claire had large boobs, Cs at least, and for her age they were perky. They extended in front of her and she moved in a way that made it seem like they guided the rest of her body. But her chest was hardly a defining part of her figure. If it was anything it was her thighs. When she stood, they would be wider than her shoulders, and the tops near her crotch would touch. Georgia remembered when her mom had been stretching. And spread her legs while standing. The tops of her thighs would bounce when they would separate from each other. Her thighs went around to the back and her ass was average, on par in size with her boobs. But even at its average, slightly over stuffed size, it started to shelf out and was very round. Above it, were love handles, and a large stomach roll.
Georgia had a small chest, average ass, but took note that in the past year, her belly had become the same size as her mothers, love handles included, and that her thighs were touching now as she sat. She swallowed nervously trying to remember if they did when she stood or not.
