Бесплатный фрагмент - Chubby Streamer Becomes a BBW Feedie: a Stuffing Story

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Clair logged into her streaming account under the name ‘Clair_EClair00’. She planned to stream all day today, chat with her followers, and have fun. She rubbed her round belly, which was waiting to be fed. Usually, she ate the most of her meals online, having the nice company of her admirers. The girl already put a tray of food near the gaming station neatly before her puffy face. It consisted of a big box of fries, four burgers, three boxes of nuggets, lots of sauce, and two liters of sugary soda. She was eager to start.

When she was ready, she clicked the ‘start’ button and smiled for the camera. After a couple of seconds, the chat was flooded with messages from her followers, urging her to start eating. She oblidged, sliding a piece of potato in her mouth, chewing it fastly, and letting it plop down the pit of her tummy. Clair greedily chugged on the liquid, making herself burp. She felt a sweet aftertaste in her mouth, mixing perfectly with appetizers. When she teased her admirers enough, she took a burger in her chubby hands, cheese leaking out of a greasy patty. She licked it with a tip of her tongue, then quickly showed it in her mouth, loudly chewing and swallowing. Bubbling soda hissed in the microphone, muted down by the girl’s heavy panting. She was already tired, eating all this food, yet sitting in a tight gaming chair that failed to fit her plump form, especially cellulite curves on her ass.

‘‘How are you doing, guys?’’ she asked, looking at the chat and lustfully licking the sauce of her fingers.

The girl got compliments back, questioning how much she gained this week and how bigger she looks. Clair was flustered, rubbing her massive belly. She was sure that she gained a lot this week, much more than previous. Now, her old clothes fit her even worse, love handles spilling out of the thin fabric. She and her followers had a common wish: for her to get fatter and fatter. She got enlarging food deliveries in through the day, bought by her admirers. Clair was too lazy to pick it up, but she dreaded the thought of leaving her cozy house for a walk to the grocery store; she was short of breath when getting up from the chair.

‘‘Thanks!’’ she said, devouring another burger and then chugging down the last drops of soda. The girl burped and petted her belly proudly.

She opened a box of nuggets, drowning a piece of chicken in mayonnaise sauce, filled with plenty of vegetable oils and fats. Clair didn’t notice how she ate all the food. Awkwardly, she shaken the soda bottle, making her followers write that she’s such a silly piggy.

‘‘Ooops! Sorry, guys! It looks like I ate all the food… I’ll pause and get some more,’’ she paused the stream and tried to stand from the chair, but found herself stuck.

‘‘Ugh! Not again,’’ she grumbled annoyedly, wiggling her thick ass out of the furniture. She wondered when the chair would finally break, as she grew fatter on a daily basis and it was already too weak for her frame when she bought it.

She waddled into her kitchen, straight to the fridge. She took two boxes of supreme pizzas, one two-liter soda, and chocolate cake leftovers. Exhausted, she got back into her bedroom, from which she streamed. She couldn’t be bothered to travel rooms to stream, often doing it from her bed.

Clair plopped in the chair, making it screech. She laid the food before her carefully and was planning to restart the stream, yet one message distracted her.

‘Hi! It’s me, Jack, your neighbor. Do you remember me? I didn’t see you leave your house in months; I thought you moved out, yet here you are, streaming! I just wanted to say that I love your form; maybe we can meet and chat? What do you think?’

The girl furrowed her eyebrows, trying to remember the guy. She met him a couple of times; he was tall and lean, hot… Why he wanted to meet her? Curious, she wrote:

‘Hi. Okay, why not?’ she thought that it could be a cruel prank, but since he was her neighbor and seemed like a regular guy, the girl decided to give him a chance.

‘Great! Let’s meet at Lires this evening; I’ll pick you up.’

‘Fine.’ Clair was surprised that he invited her to the most expensive restaurant in their city, and just for a simple meet up? She decided to think about it later; she didn’t want to make her followers wait.

‘Hello there!’’ she restarted the stream, waving at the camera cheerfully with her swollen face and red cheeks.

She pulled the slice of pizza out of the box, the melted cheese so stretched, that she tried to catch the yellow string with her pouty lips. She sucked the pie in her greedy mouth, drowing the meaty dough with a sugary soda. After that, she made sure to have a dessert. She ate and read all the messages in her chat, answering

her followers and asking them questions, yet couldn’t stop thinking about Jack. She felt vulnerable, as she knew almost nothing about him, and he could watch her fatten herself up. Does he judge me? A fat pig I am? Or does he like my body? Clair was smitten with lewd thoughts about the man, curious and enchanted.

When she ended the stream, as her tray was empty, without a single crumb on it, she kissed her followers goodbye and turned off her camera. Now, she impatiently waddled to the window, opening the curtains. She felt that it was wrong but couldn’t stop herself. The girl needed to see Jack and freshen him up in her memory; she didn’t want to be surprised when he would pick her up.

Clair remembered to what place he would take her and rushed to her wardwobe, searching for appropriate dress. Thanks to her size, all her clothing was tight fitting, making showing off her curves easier. In any of those dresses, she will look her fattest. She decided to pick a simple red dress with thin straps on the shoulders and an open back, highlighting her love handles. Clair picked black heels and brushed her hair diligently, planning to just put it down. She put on black mascara, red lipstick, and bright bronzer, making her face even rounder.

When she was ready, she decided to have a snack before going. An hour was left, and she picked a bucket of chocolate ice cream. She licked the spoon and emerged it into a silky mass of cream, putting a chunk in her mouth that was already watering.

Her bell rang exactly when she finished the last spoon of ice cream, now waddling to the door with a brown stain on her lips.

‘‘Hello,’’ the man was standing with a bouquet of flowers, smiling at her.

‘‘Oh, hi,’’ she took it awkwardly.

‘‘You have something on your face,’’ he said, licking his finger and rubbing her lips.

‘‘Oh, thanks,’’ she looked down, smitted. Clair wasn’t used to such attention.

‘‘You ready?’’ he asked mischievously.

‘‘Yeah.’’

He opened the car’s door before her, and the girl tried to get it. She found herself too fat to fit in, having to wiggle inside. She was so ashamed, she forgot how to talk, but Jack was seen embarrassed about that.

‘‘Sorry… About that,’’ she said, avoiding his eyes.

‘‘No! It’s me who should be sorry; I should have gotten a bigger car,’’ he reassured her, putting a hand on her puffy thigh.

The girl closed her mouth with a hand, hiding a wide grin beneath it. Clair felt so warm, receiving unusual kidness from others, especially so handsome.

Jack rubbed her thigh, stroking it with his fingers. The girl’s legs were big and wobbly, perfect for his tastes. He was a firm and skinny man himself, yet preferred plumper ladies. He couldn’t resist the temptation to meet his neighbor Clair when he saw the opportunity. He couldn’t wait to enter this jelly goodness that was hidden behind a tight red dress.

They mostly drove in silence, with a man cheeming in with another compliment to Clair’s body. She was happy to receive them, even if flustered with the amount.

They entered the restaurant, lights glowing in the evening. The hostess met them and led them to a suddenly prepared table, waiting for the girl with food ready to eat. Jack moved a chair for her, and she sat on it’s small seat with her muffin ass. Clair shifted in her seat as Jack stared at her lovingly.

‘‘Shall we begin?’’ he took an empty plate in his hand and started filling it with pasta drowned in cheese. Once full, he put it near the girl.

‘‘Is it for me?’’ she asked shyly.

‘‘Yes, enjoy yourself,’’ he smiled, and took a sip of champagne.

Clair took a first bite. It was so good, she immediately went for another one. She couldn’t stop, ashamed and excited; at the same time, she put more and more pasta in herself. She quickly glanced at Jack, and he still looked at her like she was perfect, not disgusted with what a pig she was. The girl continued to eat until the plate was empty.

‘‘Good dirl,’’ the man said seductively, ‘‘why not have a little dessert?’’

Clair blinked and saw before herself a plate with a whole cake on it. It had a berry bisquit, covered in chocolate glaze; it was so moist, the syrup leaked out of it. She fought with her wish to lick it dry.