Boryn Stone
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Team Project
🕑 Added 2023-06-28 21:22:48 +0000 UTCOwen was the big-shot QB of the team, envied by all his teammates. He loved being the center of attention, controlling the game, the whole team listening to his calls. Into the summer it was no question why he and a few teammates were sponsored a house to stay on campus, the college keeping them around to train for the next season.
Owen had other ideas. From the start of the break he was on the couch all day, playing video games with nothing else on his mind. His housemates would be heading to the gym but Owen would pass on it, shrugging saying he wouldn't need to go. Why would the star player, even the QB need to train over summer? He deserved a break.
His teammates thought otherwise, wondering why they'd need to work their butts off to make Owen look good. That was when they began to come up with an idea.
They began buying tons food and snacks for the house- countless bottles of beer and soda, bags of frozen processed food all under the agreement none of them would touch it.
Owen noticed the surplus of food in the house instantly. It wasn't long until he was asking if they were going to eat all of it, looking for an easy meal. The moment he learned it was up for grabs he was consuming the high-calorie food non-stop, always a snack on his lap or meal on the couch. His stomach was constantly bloated, stuffed to the brim with soda and booze.
By the end of the week fat had started wrapping around his body, softening his features. His muscles had started to disappear under the extra cushioning, his waist beginning to expand surrounding him. as his ass padded up, his position on the couch grew even more comfortable enabling him to stay there for longer, bulk up even more. He even started ordering his housemates to grab food so he wouldn't have to get up, and the team was all in.
Soon none of his shirts fell all the way to his waist, stopping halfway down his treasure trail and exposing the bottom of his belly permanently. No one bothered to let him know, his view blocked by the horizon of his gut pushing out in front of him. There was no ignoring how fat he'd grown, a permanent gut on his body. He couldn't deny the fact he'd turned into a pillow, his teammates calling him fatass and chubs. Given he could pick up his gut and drop it, he couldn't disagree.
