jambob3486

Quinn was always a bit of a fashion icon to many at college. His fish-net stockings, his plaid skirt, and flannel. He knew his friends were calling him girly, but did he care “NO”. He laid in his bedroom of his apartment. Well, more like was on his computer on video chat with his friend, named Gabe. "So today the jocks called me a hussy for no reason," Quinn says. "Can we talk about something else, please?" Gabe sighed. Quinn ignored him. He was just jealous. He got a message on his laptop. "Hold on, Gabe, I got to go," Quinn says, hanging up. Quinn looked at the message and read it aloud:  Hello, my name is Dorian, and I was wondering if a fashion icon like you would like to be a commercial for fashion. Yes or no… Quinn pondered it and did not read that he would also have to try a new addicting food supplement he pressed yes.  He got a new message that said:  see you Friday…. ------------- ----------- --------- --------- ----------- Friday arrived, and Quinn dressed in a floral blouse and leggings for the occasion. He entered the building and was visited by the smell of floor polish. The woman behind the desk was playing solitaire. "Ahem...I  am here for the com -" Quinn started to say before the woman interrupted, "down the hall," she said. He followed her instructions and made his way to the room at the end of the hall. He saw three men all in business suits. "Hello, Quinn, I am Dorian," said one of the men, "Just sit at the table." He sat and saw the script. He had to eat what?? He ignored his disgust and cued that he was ready. He said his line and ate the burger. His eyes went wide as he continued to eat. Even after he heard a cut. His belly was bigger now, but he wanted more. Dorian delivered him more and drove him home where the new Quinn was awakening. --------------- ------------ ----------- ---------------- Months passed, and Quinn had grown into a fat ass slob. He wore a thong and nothing else. His belly was huge, and he was always surrounded by food. He let out a fart and groaned he hadn't left the bed. The supplement company just gave him a lifetime supply. He grabbed a beer and chugged it, though he missed his mouth a little. "Silly beer, get in my belly." The fashion icon was now a horrendous slob who stunk to high heaven. He didn't know what happened to him because he had never read the warning on the supplement box. Warning: Do not overuse or side effects will abound: such as hunger, gas, slobification, and sweat. He walked to the window(more like waddled). He jiggled his man-tits and roared out a raunchy belch. The fashion icon was gone. And as he farted and stained his white, though he readied for more. That's all he would ever need.