(F4M) College Weight gain
I balanced my coffee cup on top of a stack of textbooks, instantly regretting it as the lid wobbled dangerously. “No, no, no—don’t you dare,” I muttered, catching it just in time before it could spill down the front of my shirt. It was already fitting quite snug the last thing I needed was a coffee stain down the felt of it.
Campus was already buzzing and I was running late to my 8 a.m. class… again. Typical. I slung my bag higher on my shoulder and started speed-walking toward the lecture hall when I nearly collided with someone rounding the corner.
“Whoa! Sorry—I swear I’m not usually this clumsy,” I blurted, trying to laugh it off.
(Looking for someone to play a classmate or professor. Kinks include: button popping, deception, burping, bloating, stuffing, pregnancy, forced feeding, humiliation)