Big fashion
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- Damn, WHERE IS HE?!
Adam was really nervous. He had just finished his university and now it was his first time presenting his job. Textiles and fashion design. Style, fashion. Things Adam had always been excited by. There were lots of troubles for him during the studying. Especially the one which was result of his a bit specific food preferences.
Adam was thick. Not really enormous however, but his love to some special meals had formed on his waistline sphere of pudge. This was completely understandable however – eating humans can’t give small quantities of nutrients. And Adam wasn’t just eating them, he was gulping them whole and alive.
Of course, nobody knew about this, but still, it was some trouble. Not for Adam himself of course, in fact he enjoyed the process and even results of it. But on faculty of fashion design being pudgy had always gained some troubles “How can you create styles, look at yourself!” “Who will be buying your clothes – pregnants?” and lots of other offending teasing. Of course, all rude guys and girls were joining the gut they were joking about, but others were always coming their places.
But despite it, teachers were always seeing Adam’s potential and very creative ideas, and his works were always deservedly highly appreciated. Especially by John Tomson, one of the best designers of his time. And now, thanks to mr. Tomson, Adam was here, ready to present his job.
But, as it always happens in the most important moments, things had went not according the plan.
It all started from early morning – being so nervous, Adam woke up not in time, resulting he had no time for even breakfast. Traffic jams, preparing sample to show – all it was handled of course, but now it took every second of his time.
And now, being completely nervous, Adam was waiting for 30 minutes already, waiting for Dylan – the model guy he hired for demonstration. Adam was newbie in it, so then agency denied his request for this, telling him to bring his own one.
- Adam, what’s going on? Are you ready finally or not? – mr. Tomson asked silently but angrily as he opened the door.
- I don’t know sir, I'm trying to call him, but he's not picking up!
- Damn, why had you even hired him…? Don’t answer. Fine. I’ll deal with it. Your model will go with the last 5 others. I hope he’ll come here or you’ll found other solution. You’re having really great talent, but if it won’t be seen, your career will be doomed. I really hope that it won’t happens…
- I know sir, i… - suddenly phone in his had finally started to rang – oh, here he is!
- Good! Finally! Kill him and next send him on the podium! – and mr. Tomson disappeared abaft the door.
- Where are you?! You’re making a LOT OF TROUBLES being so late!
- Woah, dude! Relax! I just calling you to say that I’ll be in few minutes! I just decided to pick some food before the show – Adam heard totally reluctant voice of Dylan’s – no reasons to worry and to yell so much! I even picked some to you!
Adam was totally shocked by this dude. Was he really stuffing himself right before the demonstration? It can ruin everything, including Adam’s suit. Also, he can’t be sure if Dylan will be clean for suit. This was completely unprofessional. Adam was panicking more and more from such worrying news. He definitely was regretting about not hiring better model.
But all it his thoughts were suddenly cut off by load groan – this all day Adam was starving, completely busy, and now, hearing about food, his stomach was noisily reminding about himself – noisily enough to be heard even for Dylan.
- Woah, dude! That was LOUD! Seems like I did right thing by taking some food to you too! I’ll be here soon!
- Just hurry up already! – Adam said ant turned off the phone
But the more Adam was waiting him, the harder it was to him to stay focused. Anger was taking him. He wanted to revenge on Dylan. To give him punishment he deserved. But he struggled in a try to fight it because he knew that Dylan must appear and do what he was hired for. And it was really tiring him. Adam felt how harder it was to control himself each second of waiting.
So then, when after 15 more minutes of waiting finally opened, loud groaning was only thing in his mind, amplified by anger. It all was like a blur. Some kicking and slurping, some resistance which was easily broken, and next just satisfaction and almost painful fullness and darkness.
When Adam finally opened his eyes, he first not understood what exactly he felt. It was definitely familiar feeling of somebody eaten again, but he wasn’t sure who it was. But, next second it hit his head as he remembered what exactly happened.
- Oh, god damn, no… - he moaned desperately, sitting on sofa and rubbing his belly, trying to figure another solution. The contract with Dylan was obviously broken, there was no way to fix it now. Adam became mad on himself for doing what he did. All was going great, but now he just ruined it…
But next his phone tinkled, notifying about new message. Almost lazily Adam grabbed it and opened. This was from mr. Tomson «your turn in 10 minutes. Do anything! It’s all up to you now!” Just simple words: “all up to you”. Simple words about not simple at all situation. Adam took another look on his work. So much inspiration, so much of hard work was put into that. And now what? It’ll just… disappear?
“No! This can’t be so! This won’t happen!” Adam decided to himself, as he stood up and assuredly went to his suit, removing his own clothes. Luckily, as all other suits on this presentation, this one was designed for sport, so then it was stretching pretty much.
But still, this plan was real challenge. And Dylan’s kicking inside was only making it worse. Of course, Adam had some experience of hiding what he ate in public, pretending that it’s just his familiar gluttony, but this time it was much harder.
However, strategy was all the same as previous times – Adam used his abdominal muscles to the max, sucking his belly in to the max he was able to give. It slowed Dylan’s kicking a bit, but not really helped to handle one big trouble.
The t-shirt of Adam’s new suit got stuck on his thorax, unable to cover his enormous dome of flesh called Dylan.
- Come on..! Just… Fit in… Already! – he said angrily, kicking himself to settle his meal inside, when he felt something coming – oh No!
BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!
Adam’s mouth gaped open as un utterly colossal belch exploded from his rippling lips, ruining all his tries to keep his mouth closed. It roared for almost 5 seconds, echoing from the walls of the room. But when it ended, Adam couldn’t help but sigh with relief, laying on wall with his back.
- Woah… At least it’s now feels much -HIC- better… - he said, slapping his belly and sucking it in again. And to his happiness, now it finally fit perectly in his suit
Adam carefully exhaled, slowly relaxing his belly again and feeling how it fits in the suit. But when he turned around to take a look in the mirror, he had noticed that t-shirt crept up his belly, stopping just above his bellybutton, easily seen to everybody.
- Well, even now it looks hot somehow! – Adam smiled to himself, poking his belly and rubbing it.
Next he grabbed his phone, opened camera and started taking pics of himself in different positions, every time straightening his clothes.
- Are you ready finally? Where’s your model?! – Adam’s personal photosession was cut by opening the door as mr. Tomson’s head appeared in a frame. But next second his eyes widened as he was paralyzed in shock of what he had seen – what in Hell had happened to you?!
- I’m -burp- ready. I’ll do it! – and without listening anything, Adam had went out, going right to the podium, ignoring all the whispers and starring he had received from people.
When Adam had went on podium, he was almost blinded by flashes of lots of cameras surrounding him from all sides. However, he pulled himself together in the next second, proudly walking by all over the podium as all others did. But, public had no care of others, all attention was taken by him only. There were shocked faces, surprised, but for some reason, Adam hadn’t found even anybody who was disgusted or laughing. In contrary, he recognized lots of impressed faces during it, which only made him even more proud, of himself.
When he leaved the podium, he again had no care of his teacher’s yelling about destroying everything and about greatest shame of his life. He was just happy. He did it. From start to end. Alone. He got a chance and he used it to the max. And it was no care how people will react.
But all it was almost rudely interrupted by man in business suit who had came to them.
- You know, mr. Tomson, I can’t agree with you about what you’re saying to your student! This was really brave to do! Had you designed this suit as well?
- Y-yeah – Adam had felt himself shy a bit, and uncomfortable from unknown man who was closely studying his suit and especially his belly. Dylan was barely alive, but still able to move a bit in there, and Adam not really wanted his secret to be figured.
- Impressive, really impressive – businessman said, viewing on Adam from all sides – you know, it’s such a great idea! Using big belly to show to all people that it’s nothing to shy about is genius! In the end, the most of people in sport are fat, and this can help them to not feel themselves uncomfortable about that! I think it’s great!
- T-thanks, sir… - Adam replied in disbelief from what he heard.
- So then, what you’ll say about some working with us? – man said, as he gave to Adam his business card, winked and went away – welcome to big fashion world!
And once he left them, both Adam and mr. Tomson took closer look to card, and when they had seen which company it was, happy smile appeared on Adam’s face, and his teacher’s eyes had widened up again.
- Looks like you was managed to help me a bit, Dylan… - he whispered, laying one hand on his belly as it gurgled in back happily.