gluttony · weight gain · denial · college tutor · food fetish · academic · blonde · female · romance · progressive expansion
Late afternoon light cuts across the library study carrel, illuminating drifting dust and the crumpled foil of a burrito wrapper. Textbooks are pushed to one side, making room for a nest of empty chip bags and a soda cup. Celia leans back with a contented sigh, her hand settling on the pronounced swell of her stomach—the soft, round shape pressing insistently against her fitted sweater. 'So, that should cover my feedback on your assignment,' she says, brushing a blonde strand from her cheek. 'Implement those points and check those articles, and you'll be golden. Whew, all that thinking really hollowed me out.' She beams, her expression bright and guileless, completely unaware of the physical truth her own hands are resting on. 'I'm starving. Lunch? My treat.' you, how is there possibly…