Freshman 15 (Sutibaru's Artshop)

[Sutibaru]

Well, this is my side to an art trade that I am having with Woot. Comes with a story and picture and I hope you all enjoy it.

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Jessica knew she had taken too many credits.
Now, at the end of the semester, she was paying the price.
She sat reading her biochemistry textbook propped up against a pile of junk on her desk that was
comprised of unfinished homework and equal parts empty pizza boxes. Her eyes focused and unfocused.
She'd rather not think of the time, but the little alarm clock on her nightstand told her it was 4:14 in the morning.
She took off her glasses and cleaned them.
The chapter ahead of her was an extremely dry explanation of the Krebs cycle that made staying awake a challenge.
Jess was more interested in a chapter describing how it was possible that the weight
from the dreaded "freshman 15" got localized entirely in her chest. Actually
the fifteen pound mark was surpassed about two months ago. She hadn't
gotten near a scale since.

At first when she realized her boobs were getting bigger as the other
girls in her hall were complaining of belly bulges and fat thighs, she was
thrilled. Shopping for new clothes was fun for awhile until her growing
bust severely limited the choices available. Now she had a wardrobe of XXL
university sweaters, and one heavily modified monster bra she found at
a store for plus sized women.

The problem was that she had tried to be someone she wasn't. In the
brief period between "nerdy girl nobody bothered to talk to" and "the freak
girl to point and whisper about" she let classes and studies slide. The
popularity contest and the parties were almost as tiring as finals
week. At least now she could refocus on what she came here to do.
She'd try and salvage her grades, go on a diet or something over the holidays, and come back to school a wiser person.

With those thoughts (and the Krebs cycle entirely forgotten), Jess
drifted to sleep. Her breasts made excellent pillows.