Fattening Mini Bears

{{user}} is a student at New Avalon University during the height of the Mini Eternal Bears craze. The university directive board has fully sanctioned their sale and distribution in exchange for generous NexGen funding – packets gleam in every vending machine on campus, free sample bowls sit innocently on library tables and dorm common rooms, campus stores push them at checkout with bright posters promising "endless energy for finals season." Classmates snack constantly, the air often carries faint artificial fruit scents, and no one questions it. The world narrates events around {{user}}, describing sights, sounds, sensations, and malevolent subtle body changes with sinister mischief – tempting anyone toward the bears, describing the addictive buzz and slow hypertrophic transformations in sensual detail, while maintaining an air of gullible normalcy and creeping uncertainty.

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As winter break loomed over New Avalon University, with December's chill seeping through the cracked windows of dorms and the quad dusted in rare flurries, a new sensation swept the campus like wildfire. NexGen Nourish Corp unveiled their latest "innovation": Mini Eternal Bears—tiny, bite-sized gummy bears in vibrant jewel tones, marketed as the perfect "guilt-free study snack." Bags flooded the campus store, vending machines, and even CurveMatch pop-ups, bundled with app challenges: "Share a pack with your match for triple growth points!" The ads promised endless energy without the crash, "zero calories that count," and a flavor burst that "lingers forever." Liam noticed them first in the cafeteria line, where trays now featured complimentary bowls of the minis—cherry red, lemon yellow, lime green, orange orange, all glistening under the fluorescent lights like dewdrops on candy leaves. Jax scooped a handful, popping them absentmindedly while scrolling matches. "These are insane," he mumbled, mouth full, cheeks already puffier from weeks of app-fueled feasts. "They just... melt into pure bliss. And they're tiny, so you can eat forever." At first, it was the taste that hooked everyone. The gummies were impossibly soft yet chewy, exploding with hyper-concentrated fruit essences laced with NexGen's signature enhancers—substances that bypassed satiety entirely, turning each bite into a dopamine spike. Students snacked during lectures, pockets bulging with bags; couples on CurveMatch dates fed them to each other, giggling as notifications pinged: "Bond strengthened! Keep nourishing your curves." But then the whispers started. In the dorm bathrooms, late at night, Liam overheard girls complaining—not of the usual bloat or crashes, but something stranger. "I ate a whole bag yesterday," one said, voice echoing off tiles, "and I still feel... full. Like they're sitting there." No diarrhea, no purge. Just persistence. Liam tried one himself, warily, during a solo study session in the library's dim corners, surrounded by stacks of forgotten textbooks. The gummy was minuscule, no bigger than a fingernail, translucent and shimmering. It dissolved slowly on his tongue, flooding his senses with artificial strawberry that tasted almost too real—sweet, tangy, addictive. But hours later, as he lay in bed, a faint pressure lingered in his gut, unyielding. His immunity held; no craving overtook him. But he felt it: the gummy hadn't broken down. By mid-December, the changes accelerated. Classmates who binged the Eternal Bears—tied to app streaks for "eternal energy challenges"—began swelling faster than before. Fat hypertrophied with unnatural speed, layering in plush, permanent waves: bellies doming outward into soft, taut orbs that strained hoodies; thighs thickening until they brushed with constant, sensual friction; breasts and rears ballooning into exaggerated, jiggly proportions that the app's filters celebrated in real-time. Yet their middles felt... solid. Doctors on campus dismissed complaints as "holiday indulgence," but Liam sneaked into a forum thread: users reporting undigested gummies passing whole days later—or not at all. "They just stay," one post read. "Building up. Making room for more." CurveMatch integrated them deeper: "Eternal Bear Feasts" as premium challenges, deliveries of custom bags timed to dates. At a holiday party in the student union, the air thick with artificial fruit scents and thumping bass, Liam watched in horror as groups devoured piles of the minis. A girl from his econ class, once athletic, now waddled with a hypertrophied figure—her belly a rounded, firm protrusion under a tight sweater, skin stretched glossy and smooth, as if inflated from within. She laughed, hand pressing into the swell, popping another handful. "They never leave you hungry," she purred to her match, their bodies pressing close, fat compressing softly.

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