(Working on some new stuff and wanted to re-upload some old stuff since its been a while. Also did not realize this was still pretty active with stories until the other day, but I'm glad I checked back in. Hope you still enjoy even if it’s a second time around.)
Part 1
It was the last week of Michelle’s first year in med school. Finals were just around the corner and she had been studying nonstop for the past two weeks. She was tired and burned out from all the work she had been doing to prepare and yet she still felt like she would not be ready when the time came to take her tests. There was just so much to know between anatomy, pharmacology, bio chem, and more. The list went on and she was constantly questioning how she would ever know all she needed to be a successful doctor. She refused to fail for lack of trying though and thus she studied on.
So here she sat in the library continuing her work for her tests exactly one week away. It was getting late so she decided to head home for the night and get something to eat. She would continue her work at home, most likely until she fell asleep on her notes.
As she walked back to her apartment she questioned herself and her choice to be a doctor. Would this be worth it and could she do it all? She wanted to help people, improve their lives, maybe even save lives, but would this drive be enough. Her brain was filled to capacity and she still felt like it wasn’t enough. She felt like there was just no room left for more knowledge. She looked to the sky and asked to no one in particular “Can’t I just have enough space to learn everything?!”. There was a flash in the corner of her eye up in the dark sky. She barely noticed it, and continued her walk home.
Once home she made a quick dinner and went back to hitting the books. She studied late into the night falling asleep with a textbook across her middle.
She awoke to her alarm early Saturday. “Another day of studying, great.” She thought to herself, almost lacking enough motivation to pull herself out off bed. Fortunately last night after dinner had been productive, almost successful, and she seemed to have a firm grip on the topics she reviewed.
She walked to the bathroom to get ready for her day. Michelle stared at herself for a moment in the mirror as she waited for the shower to heat up. Big brown eyes stared back. She had a natural beauty to her that shined even through her disheveled sleepy look. She had light brown skin, a gift from her Indian ancestry, and long lush black hair that flowed down her back. She was slight both in stature and weight. Her study habits led to her missing a meal here and there and while some students had put on weight from the stresses of school, she had stayed the same 110 lbs she had always been, if not losing a few. Though her frame was small she still had the slight curves that could attract attention from anyone. Small perky B cup breasts and a somewhat exaggerated butt ensured she always had a date if she wanted it. As she felt the steam start to lick her bare back from the shower she noted that her thighs and butt seemed thicker than she remembered. She ran her hands over them feeling what might have been a touch more curve than usual. Only slightly, but then again maybe she was still half asleep. She stepped in and let the hot water engulf her body and ease the tensions that she faced for the day. There was always going to be more to study.
She grabbed a quick breakfast and headed back to the library, she had practically lived there the last month. Body parts, diseases, treatments, on and on she read and noted and learned.
She took a break around noon for lunch having actually felt really good about everything she had looked over so far. She walked down to the coffee shop and as she did she noticed a new sensation of her thighs rubbing together as she walked. “Had that always been like that?” she thought, looking down at them. She was wearing a pair of baggy sweatpants and a t-shirt, she liked to be comfy while she studied if she could help it. Her thighs did appear like they could have been bigger than she was used to, even bigger than from when she looked at them this morning. “What is going on? They can’t actually have grown since this morning could they have?!” The question was absurd “Of course not, maybe the stress weight everyone talks about has finally caught up to me, just been too busy to notice until now.” She got back to her table and once she was finished with her lunch break it was back to the books.
Study Your Butt On
by yo18
by yo18
Part 1
It was the last week of Michelle’s first year in med school. Finals were just around the corner and she had been studying nonstop for the past two weeks. She was tired and burned out from all the work she had been doing to prepare and yet she still felt like she would not be ready when the time came to take her tests. There was just so much to know between anatomy, pharmacology, bio chem, and more. The list went on and she was constantly questioning how she would ever know all she needed to be a successful doctor. She refused to fail for lack of trying though and thus she studied on.
So here she sat in the library continuing her work for her tests exactly one week away. It was getting late so she decided to head home for the night and get something to eat. She would continue her work at home, most likely until she fell asleep on her notes.
As she walked back to her apartment she questioned herself and her choice to be a doctor. Would this be worth it and could she do it all? She wanted to help people, improve their lives, maybe even save lives, but would this drive be enough. Her brain was filled to capacity and she still felt like it wasn’t enough. She felt like there was just no room left for more knowledge. She looked to the sky and asked to no one in particular “Can’t I just have enough space to learn everything?!”. There was a flash in the corner of her eye up in the dark sky. She barely noticed it, and continued her walk home.
Once home she made a quick dinner and went back to hitting the books. She studied late into the night falling asleep with a textbook across her middle.
She awoke to her alarm early Saturday. “Another day of studying, great.” She thought to herself, almost lacking enough motivation to pull herself out off bed. Fortunately last night after dinner had been productive, almost successful, and she seemed to have a firm grip on the topics she reviewed.
She walked to the bathroom to get ready for her day. Michelle stared at herself for a moment in the mirror as she waited for the shower to heat up. Big brown eyes stared back. She had a natural beauty to her that shined even through her disheveled sleepy look. She had light brown skin, a gift from her Indian ancestry, and long lush black hair that flowed down her back. She was slight both in stature and weight. Her study habits led to her missing a meal here and there and while some students had put on weight from the stresses of school, she had stayed the same 110 lbs she had always been, if not losing a few. Though her frame was small she still had the slight curves that could attract attention from anyone. Small perky B cup breasts and a somewhat exaggerated butt ensured she always had a date if she wanted it. As she felt the steam start to lick her bare back from the shower she noted that her thighs and butt seemed thicker than she remembered. She ran her hands over them feeling what might have been a touch more curve than usual. Only slightly, but then again maybe she was still half asleep. She stepped in and let the hot water engulf her body and ease the tensions that she faced for the day. There was always going to be more to study.
She grabbed a quick breakfast and headed back to the library, she had practically lived there the last month. Body parts, diseases, treatments, on and on she read and noted and learned.
She took a break around noon for lunch having actually felt really good about everything she had looked over so far. She walked down to the coffee shop and as she did she noticed a new sensation of her thighs rubbing together as she walked. “Had that always been like that?” she thought, looking down at them. She was wearing a pair of baggy sweatpants and a t-shirt, she liked to be comfy while she studied if she could help it. Her thighs did appear like they could have been bigger than she was used to, even bigger than from when she looked at them this morning. “What is going on? They can’t actually have grown since this morning could they have?!” The question was absurd “Of course not, maybe the stress weight everyone talks about has finally caught up to me, just been too busy to notice until now.” She got back to her table and once she was finished with her lunch break it was back to the books.
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