10 to 1

 "You think I would go on a date with you?  You're a desperate loser, you could only dream of landing a perfect ten like me" Emily said with a flourish toward her perfect body and some body was it.  Perfect d cup tits a slim waist with a combination of a bubble butt only achieved from regular gym sessions.  

"You think you're a 10?  Maybe a 6 on your best day."  Even as I said that she started to transform.  Her hair lost some of its volume and luster.  Her stomach lost some of its tone and her tits went from d cups to normal b cups.  Her makeup became more subdued as her face became more plain.  While still attractive she was more of a girl next door type.



"Well would you go on a date now" I said smiling.


"As if I'm still way too good for you" she scoffed at me.

 

"Fine, let's see your answer when you're a 1" I spit out. 


With a grumble of her stomach surged forward.  So much so that it now touched the ground when sitting down, which she did a lot of now seeing as her legs couldn't hold her weight.  Stretch marks etched themselves across her stomach. Her legs started to change too as fat spread through her thighs, calves and ankles in waves of growing jiggling flesh.  Her tits only marginally increased in size but sagged down to her gut.  Her arms puffed up to large bingo wings that jiggled with each tiny movement.  Her cheeks changed to jowls as her chin rounded out as a second one formed underneath it. 

 


"Still say no to that date?" I asked.  Her stomach let out another gurgle and she kneeded it with both hands.  


"I'd fuck someone for some food right now" she gasped as the thought of food was now a turn on for her.

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