Imagine your favorite character is your freshman dorm roommate. Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed and incredibly hyped up for university, they can’t wait to get into college life, especially the parties. They soon become frequent partygoers and drag a hesitant you along, and you end up having to chaperone them after night after night of getting wasted, helping them balance on their way back as they hold their stomach and burp out the air intake from the drinks. Soon, all that drinking and snacking at parties shows on their body, beer gut pushing against the front of their shirt.
They don’t seem to notice it though, and continue attending parties, even though you decline more often now. This results in you oftentimes returning from a night of studying to the sight of your bloated roommate clutching their distended belly, moaning, hiccuping, and belching as they drunkenly ramble about what a party it was upon entering your dorm room. Other times, it is you who is present when they arrive back, stumbling in with a red solo cup still in one hand and a pizza in the other.
You find yourself more often than not still tending to them despite not accompanying them to these parties, bringing them soda water and pepto-bismol to help with the indigestion. This escalates to rubbing their exposed belly and helping them out of tight but already unbuttoned jeans, as well as having them sit on your lap and drunkenly burp as you thump them on the back. It’s humiliating, but oftentimes they are too drunk to care – and in fact grow to like being taken care of when they get like this.
Even when the parties lessen, your roommate’s unhealthy eating habits continue. Every night becomes pizza night, and while you occasionally take a slice or two, you see them manage to polish off two to three whole pizzas without noticing. Your room refrigerator is packed with soda of all kinds. Most of the weight gain your roommate experiences stays in their gut, most likely due to the initial gain from all the alcohol. It becomes a habit for them to overeat and have you deal with the aftermath, but neither of you necessarily mind.
Their unabashed eating habits become prevalent even in public, scarfing down meals messily, sauce and cream all over their face, and burping between delicious bites. It gets to the point where their belly gets too big for most of their tops, and causes the tops to either stretch/burst at the buttons or ride up to the top of their belly, expanded beyond compare. Their bottoms don’t fare any better, most of which cannot be buttoned or even zipped up anymore.
However it is only when you get back to the dorms that they whine for you to rub their aching tummy, full of greasy fast food and diabetes-inducing pastries. You tut at them, wipe their mouth, and chide them for being so dependent when they’re already in university. They say nothing, only groan and burp as you massage their taut and firm belly, pressing and squeezing in all the right places. They are considerably rounder as the year passes, though they still for some reason do not notice, but you do, and you love it.
Imagine they ask to stay roommates in sophomore year.