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Note: This is a male version of Campus.

Summary: When Simon leaves home for the first time and starts college, he immediately notices that his campus has a shockingly high fertility rate, among other things. Contains: Male & Female: belly expansion, breast expansion, butt expansion, pregnancy, weight gain, birth.

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It was his first day of college, and Simon found himself staring at his classmates during Calculus.

At eighteen, he was well-aware of the increasing sexuality of people in their late-teens and early twenties, but this…this was a bit much.

His new campus seemed to have a shockingly high fertility rate, and Simon had doubts as to whether this was a normal, college thing. Girls heaved around massive, pregnant bellies on their torsos—too big to be normal or healthy. Many of them actually looked happily overdue as their bellies bulged over their waistbands and strained their button-downs. They were absolutely huge.

The girls who weren’t pregnant touted around massive tits, gigantic round asses, ridiculously voluptuous hips, or they were simply really fat, with thick hips that rubbed together, plump cheeks, soft shoulders, and squishy guts. A thin girl waddled about with a swollen belly bulging out in front of her. At first, Simon thought that she was pregnant, but as the girl sat down, Simon saw the way her belly indented at the navel into two plump rolls of fat. Her mass wasn’t the product of fertility but sheer gluttony.

Simon grimaced and turned away, but found his gaze straying to another student, this one seated beside him. Two blotches of moisture began to seep into the girl’s blouse. The girl had a pregnant belly, possibly at term. Her fat EE-cup breasts sat perched on her large abdomen. At noticing her leakage, she stood with some effort, huffing and puffing, her full cheeks flushing. She proceeded to waddle out of the room, the pregnant professor barely minding as she left. A few seats down, a male student had a whole box of custard donuts perched on his desk, and was enthusiastically stuffing them into his mouth. Simon eyed the boy’s tight T-shirt, his belly small, but certainly looking round and firm, almost as though it wasn’t just fat.

Astonished by it all, Simon found himself flipping through the college brochure, but there was no sign of pregnant students amongst all the smiling imagines. There was no mention of high fertility rates in the city or fertility services on campus. Simon’s attention was torn away from his brochure when the professor released a sharp groan.

In the skirt she was wearing, it was clear that Professor Peterson was leaking…fluid…down the insides of her legs, where it was making a puddle on the floor. She was breathing thinly, her belly heaving up and down. It was massively large and incredibly low. The professor feebly clutched it with one hand as she leaned on the desk with the other. Then she made a vain effort to waddle for the door.

As the professor wobbled by the class, Simon marveled at how truly massive she was. She looked as though he was overdue with triplets, her belly cradled low on her hips, as the professor pawed at different parts of it, releasing short sobs of discomfort. She stopped and groaned again, her back arching. Students got up and hurried to their instructor’s aid, even pregnant ones who looked ready to pop, themselves.

“It’s coming!” Professor Peterson cried, spreading her legs and hunching slightly. Simon could see a bulge pushing out at the spandex material of her skirt.

Simon sat in silent shock as the professor proceeded to pop out three babies, one after the next. Flushed and sweaty, the professor was just getting started on a fourth when the bell rang.

“Nrrgghhhh…oohhhhhh…don’t forget to read chapter four!” the professor cried as students awkwardly shuffled off, newborns wailing around them. A few students remained to continue to aid the professor as she gave birth to her hoard of babies, one even serving as an impromptu wet nurse.

Minutes later, Simon sat in the library feeling dazed.

Even the guys seemed blatantly fertile, their huge packages bulging out prominently in their pants as they swaggered around. Yet others were bloated round, as though somehow they were pregnant as well! After finding himself staring at the male school librarian, who had both a massive package and a round orb of a gut, Simon quickly grabbed up his books and headed back to his dorm.

That night, Simon did not sleep well. He tossed and turned, sweating through his pajamas as he dreamt of calloused hands sliding against his skin, warm lips ghosting against his stomach, skillful fingers stroking between his thighs as he was pinned harder against the mattress, as he was—

“Oh god!” Simon gasped awake, and it took him several moments to realize he was alone. He shuddered in remembrance of the dream, his skin prickling wherever his dream-companion’s body had made contact with his. It had been so realistic.

Simon fell back and stared at the ceiling for a moment as he tried to catch his breath. Shaking off the final remnants of the dream, he got up to take a cool shower.

As he washed himself, Simon quickly came to notice that his body had changed slightly. His usually flat stomach was slightly bloated. He wondered if he should cut back on drinking. It certainly didn’t help with the bizarreness of his new environment.

He ran his hands over the firm expanse of flesh that bulged up from his pelvis to navel. It was startling to see such abrupt weight gain. He had only gotten to the campus about a week ago.

Admittedly the cafeteria food was rich, much heavier than the meals Simon was accustomed to eating at home. He sighed and decided that he would try to eat leaner for the time being, at least until his body was back to normal.

But things only worsened.

Over the next few weeks, he was constantly aroused, the lightest brush of fabric against his stomach making him achingly hard. And his weight steadily crept up, sometimes by a whole pound a day, and it was only exacerbating.

Soon his chest had softened, developing slight anthills that had never been there before. Simon stared at the way his nipples stuck out in his T-shirt.

His belly had continued to gradually rise like dough, uncomfortably bloated and oddly firm. It was big enough that it was getting noticeable, gently pressing his shirts out, rather than remaining hidden beneath the loose fabric. Even his backside had plumped slightly, tightening the backs of his pants.

He knew that he had been stress-eating. The lean diet was not working out well. For some reason when Simon attempted to restrict food, he was assaulted with continual hunger pains he had never suffered before. He tried salads, embellishing them with boiled eggs and olives, later adding shredded cheese, dressing, croutons, chopped up bacon, and sometimes even bacon grease to cover up the bland flavor of the lettuce leaves. The incremental changes got worse and worse, as his appetite refused to adapt to the limited portions. He added fried chicken strips, cheddar, rice, black beans, ground sausage, and even mayo, until he found that he was eating a mound of gelatinous slop better suited for a farm animal than a human. If he was being generous with himself, he referred to it as a “taco bowl.”

Simon surveyed himself in his mirror one day. He stared at the way his belly was no longer pushing gently against his shirt, but instead stretching the material tightly against it, round and full as the mound had become. What appeared to be A-cups breasts sat perkily on his chest, fat and plump, not sagging like they should have.

Simon turned to his side, his heart sinking as he slid his hand up his belly’s underside—his gut had an underside! He was starting to look as though he was six months pregnant, most of his weight concentrated in his lurching abdomen.

There’s no way this is normal, he realized. With a trembling hand, he lifted his cellphone, and speed-dialed home. “M-Mom? Oh hey, yeah, my grades are good. Everything’s going g-great.” He waited a moment as his mother responded, heart pounding and sweat forming on his nape. “Yeah, I know, I just thought I’d stop by to—to visit—nothing’s wrong!” he insisted almost defensively. “I just feel like something weird is going on at campus and I’d really like to see you guys.”

Simon’s face fell as his mother protested. It was the beginning of the week, his mother said. It would be irresponsible to skip classes, the woman groused.

Simon and his mother finally reached a compromise—Simon could come by on the weekend, and return to campus on Sunday evening. With a sigh, Simon hung up the phone and wearily lowered it to his dresser.

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By the time the weekend hit, unfortunately for Simon, he couldn’t find a clean outfit that wasn’t slightly embarrassing in its poor fit for his body.

His belly was bulging slightly from under his T-shirts, revealing a strip of bloated skin beneath the strained hems. In anything with sleeves, he seemed to sweat profusely creating horrible patches of moisture at his underarms. And his ass seemed to have had a growth spurt, because it was bulging out prominently behind him, while dragging down the waistband of all his sweatpants, an inch of his crack popping out every time he made a move.

Simon managed to squeeze himself into a tank top and pair of basketball shorts, after which he surveyed his appearance in his mirror.

Though the tank top fully covered his stomach, the material was practically pasted against the bulging mound in a way that only seemed to make it all the more prominent. The hem of the shorts barely stayed around his hips, the swell of his gut consistently shoving them down.

Simon reached back and laid his hands on his ass, cringing at the warm softness of his swollen flesh. He turned his back to his mirror and craned his neck to see that his posterior had not only gotten more prominent, but wider as well. It was beginning to look ridiculous.

Lightly shaking his head, Simon turned away from the mirror. He fidgeted awkwardly in his clothes as he exited the dorm. He found himself consistently tugging his tank top down, or plucking at the back of his shorts, which seemed firmly intent on settling itself into his crack. His moobs wiggled slightly, and he noticed that his nipples were hard and erect, not settling down no matter how long he waited.

Simon headed for the main road, where he knew he could catch a bus to his parents’ house, and was surprised when the road he encountered revealed itself to lead to one of the Science buildings on the campus’ periphery. He ventured around the building, a little breathless by then, but was only confronted with yet more of the campus.

He asked several people for directions, trying his best not to stare at the wobbling breasts, heaving bellies, and bulging packages everyone seemed to adorn.

“Oh, you make a left around the Nursing building,” one student said informatively.

“You’re on the wrong side. Main street is on the east of campus.”

“You loop around North Administration, and on the left of the Language building, you’ll see a little alley.”

But Simon’s efforts to heed the conflicting advisements left him flushed and sweaty. The directions usually just led him deeper into the campus, sometimes even taking him back to his dorm building. He struggled to comprehend the campus map, but it was positively nonsensical. By then, it was getting dark out, and his efforts to get to his parents’ house seemed all but hopeless. Simon found his hand clutching at his lower back, which had developed some tension.

As he desperately looked around for a place to sit down, he spotted one of the campus security vehicles, and dragged himself over to the sidewalk, flagging for it to stop.

As the driver pulled over and rolled down his window, Simon couldn’t help arching his tense back, planting both hands on his lurching stomach. It felt so tight right then, practically throbbing, the pressure incrementally rising and heating his whole body.

“What’s going on?” said the guard.

Simon recollected his composure and blinked down at him through his sweaty face. “I’m trying to get to main street,” he said breathlessly.

The guard frowned. “It’s getting late. Almost curfew.”

“Curfew?” said Simon. He hadn’t realized the campus had a curfew, then again, with all his feelings of bloatedness and lethargy lately, he couldn’t say he had ever had any inclination to stay out very late. Simon gave a glance at the sky. The sun hadn’t even fully set. Curfew must have been really early, which was bizarre for a college. He was eighteen, after all. “I really need to get to main street. I’m going to see my parents. It’s sort of an emergency.”

The guard seemed unimpressed. “You really shouldn’t be out here in your condition.”

“Condition?” said Simon in confusion.

He heard the car door unlock. “I’ll give you a ride.”

“Thank you,” Simon said in relief, as he opened the door, and lowered himself to the seat—with more care, than he was used to, he realized. He cursed the awkwardness of his bloated physique.

The guard just gave a nod as he pulled off from the curb.

Simon sighed and leaned back in exhaustion as the car drove past a couple of the campus buildings to finally stop…outside of his dorm building.

“Have a goodnight, sir,” said the guard curtly.

Face set in a grimace, Simon climbed out of the car. “Thanks,” he spat irritably. The campus security guard gave a salute and drove off. Absently rubbing his hands on his aching hips, Simon glared up at his dorm building and made his way towards the door.

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