He never had the best time making friends. He’d been a loner most of his teen years, and things weren’t getting better in college. 20 year old Trenned Daniels tells everyone to call him Ned, between no one saying it correctly in middle school and an unfortunate nickname he received from bullies in high school, he figured it would be easier to have a somewhat normal name with a somewhat boring persona attached to it. He’d been doing fine, getting Bs in his college courses so far, on track to pay back his student loans with his part time job, and even found a nice hobby in designing clothes (though he keeps it a secret). But today just was not going good at all.
He woke up late and had to rush to his class, not to mention he was a pretty fat boy that liked to wear sweaters. He spilled coffee on his pants and didn’t have any time to clean them off, so he had to hide a stain. He barely makes it in time for his class, only to find out there was a test that day, he’s an absolute mess. He gets out of class and tries to find splice in an actual meal after the disaster of a morning he had, only to find some overly buff guys in leather, spikes, and studs blocking his way. “Outta the way tubby, you’re blocking the door.” The leader said as they pushed him into the thicket beside the entrance. This day couldn’t get any worse as he picked himself up and the throne and branches tore his sweater and pants, exposing his moobs and his white undies. He blushed, completely forgetting about his coffee stain, and covered his chest and butt. He couldn’t walk around like this, he had to go to his dorm to change clothes. The quickest way there was through a patch of woods.
It was extremely overgrown in there, Ned felt like he would have to throw away his entire outfit because of how little there was to salvage. Just then, he heard the brush move a little, like something was crawling around. He was already sweaty and tired from earlier, his heavy breathing probably annoyed his classmates taking the test, so it’s not like he had a lot left to run. But he took off anyway, as fast as his chubby legs could take him, before tripping and falling on his face. In front of him, he saw a black, furry rump that smelled horrible. It completely covered his face, grinding its noxious smell against his poor nose. He tried to use his hands to push it off of his face, but before he could get close, a blinding, skunky fart froze him in place, the acrid juices touching his mouth and falling into his nasal passage. It burned him so much that he used his body weight to flip the creature off of his face and hack and cough, trying to get fresh air. The creature made it worse by spraying a stream of whitish-yellow jizz over his face. He swear he heard it say something, but he was too overwhelmed by the toxic aroma around him, so he passed out unconscious.