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Overnight Intellectual
🕑 Added 2021-08-20 03:00:02 +0000 UTC
WARNING THIS STORY CONTAINS: Female Weight Gain and Nerd TF
Desperate to pass her finals, Aubrey decides to spend the night in the university's library in order to cram information and an entirely different identity into her body.
This is a story for an anonymous commissioner.
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Running as fast as her shapely legs would carry her, Aubrey barged into the front doors of the university library. Flipping around her platinum blonde hair freed the silky strands from her backpack. Pulling out a hand mirror, she paused to ensure her pink lip gloss was still perfect, and her skimpy, pink tank top was still positioned to show off her B-cup breasts’ cleavage. Resting her hands against the jean shorts hugging her hips and shapely rear, her breath of relief almost made her miss the sound of someone clearing her throat beside her.
Turning her head, Aubrey found herself looking into a set of silver eyes behind a pair of glasses. “May I help you?” the woman asked, brushing a stray strand of dark brown hair back into her neatly styled bun.
“Umm, no I’m good,” Aubrey said, starting to walk away only for the woman to tap her on the shoulder.
“I do apologize,” the woman said, glancing at her watch, “but the library is about to close. I may be covering for the other librarians, but I don’t think they want people staying overnight and causing problems.”
“Come on, please?” Aubrey pleaded, considering getting down on her knees to kiss the librarian’s loafers. “My finals are tomorrow and the only way I’m going to pass is by cramming the night away.”
The librarian fixed her blouse and skirt with a brush of her light brown fingers. “You should have thought about that months ago when you had a chance to study.”
“It’s not my fault I got so busy with cheerleading practice,” Aubrey said. “My position as team captain is the only reason I got into the university. I’m at risk at losing my scholarship if I flunk out. Can’t you just let me stay a little longer?”
The librarian shifted her head back and forth. “Very well, but I doubt just studying will be enough.”
“What else am I supposed to do?”
The librarian put on a smirk as she fixed her glasses. “By tackling your schoolwork with a new perspective.”
Aubrey replied with a befuddled look.
“Not to worry, I’ll take care of it,” the librarian said as she walked behind the front desk. “I know the perfect place for you to start. Head to section NDTF-2. You’ll find what you need there.”
“But I already have all my notes,” Aubrey replied, hoisting up her book bag. “I worked super hard to get it from the egg heads in my class too.”
“I assure you, what you find there will be integral to your studies,” the woman said, unable to hide the strange gleam in her eyes. “Now run along, you have a lot of work to do.”
“Thank you!” Aubrey shouted, running off into the library.
Ignoring the woman’s reprimands for her loud voice and fast movement, Aubrey remained vigilant for the section the librarian mentioned. Clinging to the small chance she would find a cheat sheet only furthered her disappointment as she arrived at her destination. Slowing her sprint to a begrudging shuffle, she made her way towards the near empty shelf. A single book laid in the open space. The title, “Studying Made Easy” was written across the front in bold print one would find on an elementary student’s textbook. Unamused by the librarian’s sense of humor, Aubrey picked it up with the intention of throwing it at the nearest wall.
Aubrey’s fit of violence was stopped as she felt something wedged between the pages. Opening up the book, she found herself staring at a pair of glasses with wide, circular rims and thick lenses. Putting the book down, she twirled the spectacles between her fingers as she wondered how someone could leave them behind. Shrugging it off, she placed the glasses in her backpack with the intention of dropping them off at the front desk once she was finished.
Forcing herself to focus on the task at hand, Aubrey made her way to a secluded part of the library. Sitting at a reading table, the only noise she heard was the soft hum of the fluorescent lights above and the whir of the nearby vending machine. Making sure her phone was turned off to avoid any unnecessary distractions, she pulled out her notebooks with the intention of memorizing every single word over the course of the night.
Aubrey’s ambitions were torn apart by reality a mere fifteen minutes into her study session. Try as she might to absorb the information, she couldn’t stop her thoughts from wandering to other things like her summer plans and which boys from the local night club she wouldn’t mind hooking up with again. Making matters worse was that it appeared that her vision was becoming blurry from her need to escape the tedium of studying. Reaching the half hour mark, all she could see was a mess of unreadable scribbles behind the fog permeating her vision.
In hopes of clearing her head with a drink, she opened up her bag to retrieve her water bottle. What she pulled out instead were the misplaced pair of glasses. Just as she was about to return them to her bag, something spurred her to try something. Carefully placing the glasses on the tip of her nose, she turned back to the page to see that the words had become crystal clear. Dwelling on the strange phenomenon for no more than a minute, she shrugged her shoulders and re-upped her studying efforts.
Terms, phrases, and concepts that seemed alien to her before were brought under a new light as she turned through the pages at breakneck speed. The former cloud of distracting thoughts was easily surpassed by an unknown eagerness to learn. Each new page brought with it a feeling of pride as she added the information to her growing intellect. Her astounding boost in her hunger for knowledge was put on hold by a ravenous growl emanating from her stomach.
Standing up from her seat, she adjusted her glasses to stare down at her flat belly. Brushing aside a lone strand of dirty blonde hair, she turned her attention to the nearby vending machine. The device was a strange one, with an astounding amount of variety in terms of snacks and drinks. As enticing as it looked, Aubrey couldn’t seem to find anyway to insert money into it.
On a whim, Aubrey typed in a random number into the keypad and was rewarded with several chocolate bars rolling out of the bottom. Collecting the sweet treats and placing them on the table, she repeated the process to retrieve an energy drink can taller than her head. Pushed forth by her growling stomach, she continued to input commands into the machine until she had collected enough treats for a makeshift feast fit for five people.
Sitting back at her desk and popping open one of her many cans of sugary drinks, Aubrey resumed her studying. Pausing every so often to shove something in her mouth did little to slow down her reading. If anything, the added sustenance further kickstarted her need to take in every miniscule detail. Her pursuit of higher grades helped her to become blissfully unaware of what her all junk food diet was doing to her.
The effects of the unhealthy treats were not lost on her body, more than happy to show off its growth as it peeked her belly button further out from beneath her top. Eager to join her stomach bulge, her breasts swelled with fat to become a pair of basketball-like globes that were mere moments from ripping asunder her designer clothing. Aubrey’s skyrocketing weight truly showed the extent of its damage as parts of her expanding derriere peeked out between holes in her shorts. Reaching well past a weight of 300 pounds, Aubrey finally started to realize something was off as she felt a slight draft against her exposed butt crack.
Aubrey’s moment of clarity was snuffed out as she felt a warm embrace around her torso. Pushing back her locks of various shades of blonde hair, she looked down to see a thick sweater bearing the grey and gold of the university’s colors alongside its logo. While unattractive in itself, the comfortable garment was still tightly wound around her chest and belly to show off ever curve and lump of fat packed onto her. Shuffling about in her seat let Aubrey feel the wide, plaid skirt that had taken the place of her designer shorts, standing out with distinct shades of brown. Pulling down the hem with her pudgy fingers helped to stop the draft from blowing across her chubby thighs at the cost of further showing off the shapeliness of her bubble butt.
Rather than question her sudden weight and change of outfits, Aubrey ripped open another bag of chips and resumed her reading. To her, this was how she had always been. She could recall how excited she was when she was first accepted to the university under a scholarship for her academic success. In lieu of parties, she could only bring up various meetings with study groups to tutor those who needed a little help with their homework. A semblance of her old self could still be found in the back of her mind, bringing up falsified moments of her finding just the right people who could appreciate larger women with even larger intellects.
The longer Aubrey dwelled on her more eccentric extracurricular activities, the more she wondered what she was doing in the library. Heaving herself out of her chair, she brushed off the crumbs clinging to her sweater and began to clean up the area. As she tossed out the emptied out wrappers and ensured everything was neatly placed into her backpack, she couldn’t recall why she had felt the need to study so hard. She practically knew the lessons by heart, most of the professors having already exempt her from finals for her never ending streak of perfect test scores.
Waddling her way among the shelves, Aubrey forced herself to stifle her laughter as she passed various students spending the early morning trying to cram as much information as they could. Brushing her fingers through her unkempt, waist-length, dirty blonde hair, she pondered what could possess someone to wait so long to do the very thing they had paid the university so much for in the first place. Passing by the common area, she scratched her two chins as she pondered what to do with her free time.
Aubrey abruptly stopped as she saw something in her peripheral vision. Giving little time for her fat rolls to stop jiggling, she swiveled herself around to gaze at the muscular young man sitting near the front desk. Walking past a smiling librarian with silver eyes, Aubrey plopped herself down on a bean bag chair and pushed down his book with one of her plump fingers.
“Hey there handsome,” Aubrey said, resting a hand against her chubby cheek. “What’s the star quarterback of the football team doing here?”
It took a moment for him to respond, forcing himself to look away from Aubrey’s prominent bosom. “Coach says if I don’t pass chemistry class, he’ll have my head. Problem is, I can’t seem to make heads or tails of it.”
Aubrey let out a laugh. “What a coincidence, that’s one of my majors. If you’d like, I could give you a private tutor session,” she said, sliding her hand along his upper leg.
“You’re nice,” he replied, unable to hide the way his body shook at her soft touch, “but I doubt a study session would help me pass.”
“What if I told you I was the one that helped write the exam?” Aubrey asked, reveling in the way he nodded his head in response.
Gesturing for him to follow, she began to lead him out of the library. As they passed out the door and onto campus, she directed one of his hands to grasp her ass as they walked. Conversing with him about the various questions and topics of his upcoming exam, she already began thinking of the various ways he could pay her back once finals were over. She still couldn’t recall why she had gone to the library, but she was more than grateful for the new boyfriend she would be getting out of her little expedition.
