The biggest reason why he overeats is because he eats while distracted (working, on his phone, watching something etc.) He'll be snacking on a pack of Oreos or something and not realise he finished the whole pack until he reaches into an empty container
AHH YES !!! and he is so clueless as to why he's gaining weight so quickly ... 🤭 it'd be soo cute if hes left whining and trying to soothe his tummy in pain cuz he overdid it again (and again and again ...)
Just a tip for writers, if you're going to write a story about feedism or weight gain, and you plan to portray those in a negative light PUT! THAT IN! THE FUCKING! DESCRIPTION!
Some people want to see characters relish in a kink and some want to see their internalised guilt. Both are okay to write just let your audience know what they're in for
What is Verosika Mayday got fired from music and that led her down the rabbit hole of streaming food binges ? 🤔
My friend Chester co-wrote like 50% of the dialogue so huge thanks to him
TW: look at tags
The Birth Of Vero-Streamer
"The fuck do you mean I'm fired!?", Verosika screamed at her manager
"I'm sorry Ms Mayday it's just that your songs aren't as popular and catchy as they used to be", he answered, barely looking the popstar in the eye .
"So you're dropping me just because I had a few flops?"
"It's not just that, you see there have been multiple reports of you being narcissistic to your fans and even resorting to physical violence" he said, showing her some of the clips on his monetar.
Verosika quickly shouted in her defence "Those bitches deserved it!"
"But still it's ruining your reputation...badly." Reputation? Who gives a shit about reputation in Hell, she thought.
"Alright you listen here Dipshi-"
"SECURITY", her manager called before she should even finish her swear.
Two security guards entered from the door behind Verosika, each grabbing her by the arms.
"Hey! Let go of me!", she protested but to no avail.
Her manager finally looked up to the guards, "Take this crazy bitch and get her out of my building now."
"Let go! Do you know who I am!?", Verosika continued to scold as security threw her out of the building.
"YOU'LL REGRET THIS", she screamed to the higher ups from the pavement outside. They'd see, Verosika Mayday would always be a household name.
In her penthouse, Verosika got herself a bottle of beelzejuice before turning on her live stream camera. There was no way her fans would sit down and watch her get fired like that.
"Hey chat. So my stupid ass manager just fired me for no fucking reason. But hey, it's not all so bad...hopefully, what do you all think, was he too harsh?" The results she saw in the comments were nothing like what she'd thought. Thousands of different variations of:
"low-key get it"
"U haven't made anything good in 2 years"
"I would 2 tbh"
"What the fuck! You all are siding with him? What abt me?"
More comments came flooding in saying;
"U literally spat on fan art"
"Business expenses"
" Like, what are U gonna do now?"
Before Verosika finally decided to put an end to it. "You know what fuck this stream", and she switched off her camera.
She went back to drinking as she ate a sandwich she'd gotten from some cafe
"You know what, I deserve a treat", she said to herself as she ordered a cake off Bee-eats.
A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door. "Finally", Verosika expressed.
"Delivery for a Ms Verosika Mayday", said the tiny delivery imp as they gave her a double chocolate and strawberry cake.
"No autographs", said the ex star, leaning on the doorframe.
"Uh...that'll be $11.50 ma'am", the delivery imp held out their card machine. Frustrated, Verosika handed them $20 and didn't bother asking for change. "Thanks", said the deliverer before leaving.
Verosika put the box of cake on the coffee table in front of her couch. She was about to get a fork to eat before thinking, "Oh what the fuck" and eating the confection with her bare hands.
"Mmmmm", she moans as the sugar dances on her tongue. The sheer thrill of tearing into the strawberry sponges. The satisfaction of licking the chocolate icing off her pink fingers. She continued eating and got more beezajuice to pair with her cake. She began to eye the jar of cookies on her kitchen counter that she'd got as a gift from a colleague, the chocolates she had been sent by some of her worse stalkers last year and the boxes of cupcakes she had bought for a company party.
She didn't want any of these reminders in her house anymore.
Verosika topped each cupcake with the chocolates and attempts to eat it all in one bite, trying to get them out of sight as fast as possible. She used the cookies to scrape up the cake, just finding any way to get all those treats in her mouth quickly. She felt a tingle in her body, her brain complete disconnected from any thoughts other than "eat".
A few hours later, her floor was covered with empty cake boxes, an empty cookie jar and chocolate rappers. Verosika's stomach was stretched to a capacity that she never thought she would reach. Yes, there was an ache, but it was a good ache. She scratched her belly, feeling a strange satisfaction with her sugar binge.
She let a burp escape before saying "That's the stuff" to herself. Who knew you could go from feeling so bad to feeling so good with all just by having a full belly.
One week after being fired, Verosika was looking for any sort of pleasure she could find. Thinking back to her night of over-eating, she ordered 3 large pizzas. One meat lover's, one 4 cheese and one BBQ chicken. She wanted that fullness again, but this time without the sugar crash.
There was a knock, before Verosika was greeted by a delivery demon, holding 3 large boxes of meaty, cheesy goodness.
"Delivery for Ms Mayday"
"Thanks", said Verosika as she eagerly took the boxes
"You having guests over?", asked the curious demon.
Verosika started feeling sort of awkward about her situation, "Nope just me"
The deliverer gave her a judgmental look. "Don't fucking judge me ok", Verosika defended before even being prompted to, "you probably get off to shitty comics when your alone", and slammed door closed.
Verosika immediately went to her fridge, covering the whole of the meat lover's pizza in ranch dip. She licked lips and devoured the whole thing extremely fast. The sauce was dripping from her mouth as her shirt got stained in grease. Verosika burped, unbuttoning her designer pants a bit to let in more room for the next 2. As more cheese, chicken and grease entered her body, the more gas was let out from both ends. Eventually both the other pizzas were gone and the succubus needed a lay down and tummy rubs.
The following week, still with nothing to do, Verosika thought she'd treat herself again. "I think I need a bubble bath", she said to herself. She made instant mac and cheese, with an extra coating of cheese on top and ate it out of the pot while in the bathtub. The feeling of that hot melted cheese going down her throat and sitting densely in her stomach. She just couldn't get enough of this feeling. This feeling of being full, being physically weighted down by her gut.
Weeks later, this habit of stuffing her face with large amounts of food went from a weekly occurrence to a daily one. Her stomach was getting evermore pudgy as time went on.
Verosika had downloaded even more delivery apps in order to get more variety in what she was eating.
A delivery imp from some app called WackySnacks finally arrived. "2 pints of ice cream and 4 WackyMeals for Ver-"
Verosika immediately took them, threw money at the imps face and slammed the door shut. Interacting with deliverers was always a chore, but one that was always worth it.
Verosika used the fries to scoop up the ice cream as she walked to her couch. She flipped the TV on to watch some random video before seeing a news broadcast.
Katie Killjoy was doing some pop culture segment, "And in other news, rising star CoCo Sparkle has just broken the record for most sales in a year. Beating out that has-been Verosika May-"
Verosika switched off the TV and threw the remote across the room, yelling in anger.
She turned her attention back to the ice cream she'd bought. She started chugging it down straight from the container ice cream dripping from the sides of her mouth. As soon as the ice cream was gone, she turned her attention to the WackyMeal, shoveling burger after burger into her mouth. The nuggets and fries were also gone before she knew it. Verosika washed her meal down with a family sized soda she had laying around, throwing all the empty containers on the floor.
Just as she began to calm down, her stomach started growling. "What the fu-" her stomach rolled as a wet fart escaped.
"Ohhh, that might have been the tacos I had for lunch, or the full pound of beef I just ate." How many tacos had she even eaten at lunch? About 8 maybe? And breakfast? 4 hash browns, 5 or 6 fried eggs, a pack of sausages?
She didn't even realise she'd stuff herself for every meal, and now it felt like all of it was working its way through her system.
She needed to cut back, only once a day, yeah, that's would work. Maybe twice a day, but only if she was really hungry. Only twice a day...
The following morning, Verosika looked at her belly. She picked at her belly button, cleaning it with her finger. Verosika sniffed it and gags, "Gross."
She ran herself a bath, and started eating bacon in the tub. Might as well have breakfast at the same time.
A year had passed since Verosika first got fired. It didn't feel like it had been though, it felt like it had only been a couple of months. A couple of months of her packing in as much junk food has her stomach could take at any given time.
She had cut her hair into a short bob, as the long strands often made their way into her mouth while eating.
Verosika jiggled her belly fat as she got off the couch "When did this happen?", she asked herself. Her stomach had gone from being a little bit more pudgy to being full on round. Her cheeks were now chubby and even the heart tattoo on her arm was now stretched out.
A knock at the door pulled her out of her thoughts. Strangely though, it wasn't a delivery demon at her door, but a tall imp with a long, curly moustache and a staff. She recognised him from ads she'd seen, as well as him trying to sell her things personally in the past. Wackford, his name was.
"You're not my breakfast", she answered.
"Wowie Ms Mayday I say I say what in the unholy Hell has happened to you?", asked the salesman.
"What are you talking about?", Verosika snapped back. The salesman poked her belly with his staff. "Hey", she shouted swatting him away.
"I suppose the whole "firing you" situation has really taken a toll on you, hasn't it?"
Okay, NOW she was pissed. "Listen, unless you're here with my maple bacon pancakes, get the fuck off my property!"
"But I-"
"Out!", Verosika shouted.
"Fine fine", Wackford backed up before walking away. "Good ridden", she said before going back to playing with her belly while looking in the mirror. Fuck what that country asshole thought, she liked being this size, she liked pushing her stomach to its fullest capasity and she liked feeling so heavy.
A few seconds later, there was another unexpected knock on the door.
Verosika opened it annoyed "For fuck sake!"
The delivery imp standing there, had no idea how they messed up so quickly. "Uhhh...deliv-
"Finally. About fucking time", the impatient succubus took the pancakes and gave them the money, "Now go away." Verosika slammed the door and scarfed the sticky stack of maple down, licking the syrup clean out the box before throwing it on the floor with the rest.
A few hours later, Verosika burped loudly, having just finished a plate of dumpster nachos. The familiar sound of a knock on the door reached her ears. Verosika groaned, knowing that no one was supposed to be there right now. Nevertheless, she walked to the door and opened it.
"Yes." "Yello", greeted the zany salesman she thought she'd told off permanently.
"You again? What the fuck do you want now?
"Same thing as before, Ms Mayday", he answered as he spun his staff.
"Look, I'm not interested in what you have to say, so go and..do whatever it is you do", she was about to close the door before hearing the words "I have your WackyMeal order."
She slowly creaked the door open once more. "You do?" "Right here", said Wally as he showed her the brown paper bag.
Verosika hadn't ordered anything from WackySnacks today, and she had already had her 2 big meals. She was already decently full from the nachos. She should have just said "no", but the smell of those burgers was just too tempting to resist.
"Well give it here" she demanded as she made an attempt to grab it.
"Ah ah ah, first, I need a favour." Verosika groaned, thinking about what this sick freak could possibly want from her, "What?"
"I wanna use your mansion to film in", answered Wackford. "Film what exactly?", she asked.
"Well, I'm live testing my new product." Verosika raised an eyebrow. "It's a curtain that lets MORE light come in."
"And what makes you think I'm just gonna let you use my penthouse?", asked the succubus. "Well, according to my stats, you REALLY like my burger meals." This was true, the WackyMeals had one of the best sauces Verosika had ever tasted, and she had tried many, many different burgers. She groaned as she decided to give into her gluttony, "Fine, do whatever you have to do"
"Pleasure doing business with you", said Wally as he handed over her food. Inside was her signature order of 4 burgers, 2 large fries and 2 boxes of chicken nuggets. As soon as she got it, Verosika started chowing down on the fries.
The counters of her kitchen, as well as the coffee table in her living room; were barely visible understand the empty food containers scattered across. Her trash can was also overflowing with garbage that she had yet to throw out. "Damn woman", said Wally upon entering her penthouse, "your place is a massive pigsty I say I say pigsty.
Verosika burped once more, "I can still kick you out, you know?"
Her belly gurgled as the fast food settled on the bed of nachos already in her gut. "Mind keeping it down while I film?", Wally requested sarcastically.
Rolling her eyes, Verosika moves her feast to the bathroom. It was just close enough to see from the living room if the door was open. Luckily the sounds would be contained. She sat on the toilet lid and moved her attention to the burgers she loved so much. As she swallowed down her first bite, her belly began to gurgle a bit. Verosika started rubbing her stomach as a way to let out all the trapped gas. She giggled at her belly jiggling, one of the perks of the weight she had picked up.
Wally set up all his equipment and started filming. "Hellooooo Hell. Do you know what I hate? Poor lighting in my home." Verosika overheard him and could help but let slip the "What the fu-"
Wackford mouthed her a quick, "Quiet, I'm filming" She shrugged and kept eating her burger.
Wally continued, "But with my new invention, the Light Shades, patton pending, you can take advantage of the natural hellish glow." Verosika did have to admit that the gadget sounded interesting.
She then threw a container of fries in her mouth, adding the nuggets to the next burger and pouring on a bit more sauce. She slowly scarfed this rather messy creation down despite her stomachs audible protest. Her tummy was already packed to the point of looking physically bigger than earlier that day, but she just didn't care. Her tongue was as close to heaven as a demon could get.
As soon as the monster burger was gone, Verosika took a moment to catch her breath. She realised how much pain her tummy was actually in, lowering the band of her sweatpants in order to free up some room. She scrunched up her face in pain as the food continued to roll through her digestive tract. She moaned as a massive, wet fart broke loose. She prayed to Asmodeus that a fart was all it was. It did however, free up some room in her stomach which she quickly filled with the rest of the nuggets.
In the middle of his demonstration, Wally realised that his camera was not in front facing mode. It had been live broadcasting the bathroom this whole time. It had been live broadcasting Verosika the whole time. "Oh shit", he shouted before stopping the recording.
"What?", asked Verosika, leaning against the doorframe as she held her troubled tummy. "Uh-nothing. Nothing wrong here", Wally mumbled out.
"Wackford?"
The imp rapidly packed up his things, "I'll just gather my equipment and get out of ur hair."
"What did you do?", Verosika demanded an answer.
"Well I may or may not have beenrecordingyou while I was doing my job", he hoped he'd spoke fast enough for her not to catch it. "WHAT!?" Talk about a hope in Hell.
"It was an honest mistake. Look I'll erase the footage and record somewhere else."
"You can't erase live footage Idiot!", Verosika screamed. Wally ran out of the penthouse as fast as he could to escape Verosika's wrath. She suddenly felt extremely self conscious. The last time she was in the public eye, she was a skinny popstar in Hell and on Earth. Now there was footage of her, almost 100 pounds heavier, sitting on the toilet and stuffing fast food into her already full gut.
After a week, Wally returned to Verosika's door.
"What do u want now Asshole", she scowled. "Didn't you hear the good news?", he said smiling, "That video of you pigging out when viral". Verosika's body froze with shock "....It did"
"And not just that, because of you, WackyMeal sales are skyrocketing"
This fact really caused the shock to sink in. Did people...like watching eat so much?
Wally's voice brought Verosika back to reality, "What do you say we make a little arrangement?"
"What kind of arrangement?", she asked skeptically.
"You keep making these eating videos as a way to advertise WackySnacks and in return, you get all the free food you want." Verosika's eyes widened at the mention of all the free food she would eat, "I will?"
"Not to mention you'll get the fame I know you missed so much. We could call it, Verosika Munchday".
There was no doubt that Wackford made a really good offer. The fact that she was no longer in the public eye was the exact reason she'd been trying to distract herself with food. Not to mention her eating habits were getting expensive and the royalties she was getting for music were slowly declining. Other than the terrible name, it all seemed like a really good arrangement
"Okay fine. I'll collaborate with you", Verosika agreed. To say that Wally was excited would be an understatement, "Hot Diggity dog! Now, I brought you some of my famous Hot Diggity Dogs." " "Thanks...I guess", she said with a slight smile. "Want to start filming?", asked the eager imp.
"Fine. Makes no difference as long as I get to eat"
"Just checking, how much have you eaten today?"
"I had a decent sized breakfast but I could definitely eat a lot more."
As Wally set up, Verosika eyed the largest bags he had brought out of nowhere. For the first time in over a year, she felt like the star she was meant to be. She felt like herself again. But a newer, better, bigger version of herself.
"Now, ketchup or mustard?", she heard her new sponsor say.
My feeder is feeling generous and wants the community to have a little fun with me. Up until halloween 🎃 every reblog this post gets, she'll feed me a chocolate bar from her stash!
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