The True Weight of Popularity
Kyra dropped onto the couch in a huff, opening her notifications on Tumyblr hoping to see any uptick in her posts but coming to a blank screen. She had been doing the whole "fit girl gone fat" thing for almost two years now and felt that she had nothing to show for it. (well except for the 40lbs she had put on in that time) Now while she was genuinely into it, she was still on the fence as to whether or not she REALLY wanted to go "whole hog" as she had a very specific idea as to how that would go if she did ever fully commit.
"UGH! What am I doing wrong?!?" She groans as she tosses her phone to the the other side of the couch. She was by no means not creative with her content, she did what she could with what she had. Although she did do a bit of "trend chasing" or sometimes straight up copying the styles of other feedisim content creators she looked up to, such as OutgoingCherryBabe, DearestSofty, FluffyChica, and ChuChuFeedee, in hopes that it would get her any traction to gain a following and (of course) more weight.
She does perk up when she hears the doorbell, because that meant her pizza had arrived. For the last year and a half or so there was one follower that sent her a family meal from Domingo's every other week (which is where most of that 40lbs came from) It was also the day she did most of her content, as she really couldn't do much else in the way of gorging and stuffing on her own. She shoots a pizza stuffing video for her loyal follower, along with a before and after pictures. While she's stuffed to the brim she also takes a few pics in her ever tightening active wear, a few different outfits, sleepwear, and a bikini. She then makes her normal #FatFuckFriday post with a short clip of the stuffing and BandA pics. After all that she was stuffed and sleepy, and as she was sitting on the edge of her bed she notices how she looks in the mirror and decides to snap a pic. After a bit of editing and flip floping on whether or not to even post it, she does with her normal tags but in her stuffed horny mood, she gets an idea akin to those "like and reblog to gain 50lbs instantly" posts, she adds the line "Every like makes me gain 2lbs 😈" thinking nothing of it she hits post, she then masturbates to the fantasy and promptly passes out.
The next morning Kyra awakes with a bit of a start to her phone ringing, it's her boss saying that she's cut from that days schedule because they put to many people on and she was the closest to overtime. "Well fuck, ok." She grumbles to herself In her sleepy haze as she makes her way to the bathroom. As she's shambling to the bathroom something feels off, but she just chalks it up to the bloat from the 2 large pizzas, 18pc bread bites, 2 chocolate lava cakes, and 4 bottles of soda she wolfed down last night. It's not until she glances at herself in the standing mirror and freezes. "THE FUCK?!?" She is noticeably larger, fatter, softer. Her sleep tank now a crop top barely covering her now much rounder gut and larger breasts. Her pajama pants now visibly straining over hips and an ass that was not there last night.
She immediately goes to her scale in the bathroom, seeing the dots flash as her heart races waiting for the number... BEEP ... 287lbs. Kyra was stunned, so many thoughts running through her mind..."WHAT? HOW? I was like 220 something last night! Fuck I'm huge! FUCK THIS IS HOT!" She starts feeling her new softness, pinching her rolls and folds, grabbing a handful of ass, groping her tits. Making herself a horny mess she retreats to the bed and starts masturbating, realizing that is a bit harder to reach her cock now with her belly and fupa slightly in the way (but that just makes it that much hotter for her) After a bit of difficulty she gives up trying to use her hand and grabs her wand, pinning it between her belly and cock while she gropes herself all over. It does not take long for her to climax, glazing her fupa and underbelly with cum. Showering was a bit of a task now as she had so much more her to wash now. After getting out of the shower she steps back on the scale as if to confirm that this wasn't just some vivid dream. The dots flash again and then...BEEP ... 291lbs.
"I beg your finest fucking pardon?!?" She exclaims seeing the higher number. Just then she hears her phone go off with the Tumyblr notification chime. The scale starts flashing again.... BEEP ... 293lbs. After a brief thought... "NO! NO FUCKING WAY!" She snatches up her phone and opens the app to see 32 NOTIFICATIONS Every one of them on the post she did before passing out. "No this can't be why..." She mutters to herself, trying to wrap her head around how this is even possible. To test her theory she logs in to her alt account, likes the post and steps on the scale again.... BEEP ... 295lbs. "Fuckfuckfuck...This can't be happening!" As the realization hits her she can feel herself getting hard again... BLOOP... Another notification...
"NBPrettyBoyFeeder shared your post" 3 more likes, then another 2. As she saw the likes count go up, she heard a rumble and gurgling coming from her gut as she watched the number on the scale raise... 301 ... 305 ... 309 ...She stumbles back to the bed, tossing her phone aside and grabbing her wand, masturbating as she felt and watched herself bloat fatter and fatter. The phone kept chiming, each notification was like electricity coursing through her. When she came, she came HARD. Not even realizing until the post nut clarity, that she was massive, probably now close to 400lbs.
Getting out of bed was now a herculean task, hefting her new weight had her red faced and out of breath just to waddle over to the mirror. What she saw made her jaw (well what was left of it) drop. He belly was massive and covered in stretchmarks, her ass, hips, and thighs much wider and dimpled with cellulite, a big soft fupa burying her cock, her tits now sagging and bloated. Looking at her face she was unrecognizable, her face now more rounded, jawline swallowed by a big double chin, puffy chipmunk cheeks, and her lips almost in a perpetual pout. BLOOP another notification, Kyra is dragged back to reality hearing the chime and the gurgling returning. "Fuck, I'm getting too big *huff* too fat." A phrase that she thought she'd never say, now scrambling (well as fast as someone her size can) to find her phone.
"Where is it, I need to stop this before I can't." Searching through the bed not finding it. BLOOP Crawling across the bed to find it on the floor, as she reaches over the side of the bed BLOOP BLOOP BLOOP Her belly lets out what sounds like a roar as she feels herself bloating again. She repositions herself and tries again her now fat sausage fingers barely grazing the screen, with a little thrust she's able to tap on the post BLOOP then again to post settings BLOOP BLOOP now just slightly out of reach "No no no no pleeeease!" she whines as she's desperately trying to tap DELETE POST But it's in vain as she swells fatter with every notification, until her ballooning belly forces her to roll on to her back. BLOOP Laying there like a beached whale at the mercy of the post. helplessly watching herself fatten, swell, and bloat, getting EXACTLY what she asked for.....
BLOOP
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