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NEED CASH FAST? Pt 1

"Inquire in DMs"

Nothing more was posted. As a university student on a minimum wage, Lexi found this ambiguous advertisement tantalising. Why fucking not? Worst-case scenario, it's false advertising, and nothing happens. "Hey", she wrote "Well, hello, Lexi" The reply came almost instantly "You're looking for cash?" "Yes...What's the catch?" Three dots appeared "First, tell me, Lexi. How badly do you want it" "Badly enough that I'm willing to hear you out." "Perfect." Another message appeared "Then you are exactly what we are looking for" Her stomach churned. "What does that mean?" "Girls willing to make a little... change" She stared at the screen; she could almost feel her heart in her throat. "What kind of change?" “You eat, we pay.” Lexi actually laughed. “That’s it?” “More or less.”

She glanced down at the half-finished coffee sitting beside her. She’d skipped breakfast again, and lunch had been little more than a packet of chips between lectures. “How much are we talking?” “That depends on how committed you are.” Lexi paused. “Committed to eating?” “Committed to gaining.” Her smile faded slightly. “Gaining what?” Lexi asked, though the answer was painfully obvious “Weight.” Lexi looked back at the advertisement. “So you’re paying girls to get fat?” “Now you’re understanding.” She should have closed the chat. Instead, she typed: “How much?”

The starting offer was $500 a month as a beginner gainer, deposited at the beginning of each month, with everything she earned from subscribers and tips on top. All she had to do was eat, document her progress, and give her subscribers a front row seat to their investment.

It sounded ridiculous, yet remarkably easy.

By that evening, Lexi had made an account. The website asked for a profile picture first. She hesitated before settling on a photo she'd taken in the mirror a few weeks earlier. There wasn't anything particularly remarkable about her in it. She was noticeably slim, wearing an ill-fitting tank top and shorts that hung off her narrow frame, almost begging to be filled in. She wasn't the sort of girl who looked like she ate particularly much, because most weeks, she had to choose between groceries and rent.

For the first few days, almost nothing happened. Then her phone buzzed. You received $50. Lexi blinked. Someone had actually paid her. Not for anything she had done yet, they had just seen her tiny frame and decided they wanted to see what happened next. She opened the message attached to the payment Can't wait to see you get started chipmunk ;) Before she could talk herself out of it, she ordered a McDonald's bundle for 6 meals and announced her impending live stream to her... single subscriber.

She tilted it First meal, set her phone up on the kitchen counter, laid out her feast, dressed in a lacy halter top and matching skirt, and sat down in front of the camera.

Three viewers appeared. Her chest swirled with emotions. She was hesitating. A message appeared alongside $5. Go on, Lexi. Eat. She felt her arms quiver as she reached for a Big Mac, a food she hadn't let herself indulge in in far too many years. Time slowed down the closer it got to her mouth Was I really going to do this? Is this worth it? How big will I get? Thoughts swirled in her mind before a burst of flavour overtook her senses. Fuck yes, I am doing this.

Three burgers and a ten-pack of nuggets in, her stomach began to churn. She had never eaten so much in a single meal, let alone in an entire day. She could feel everything straining. Her top had ridden up her stomach, leaving her in something of a makeshift bra, while her skirt was pushed to its limit. Every breath was uncomfortable, yet there was something strangely satisfying about the fullness. She gulped down more soda, hoping it would wash everything down, only to feel the added pressure settle heavily in her stomach.

By now, she had amassed a little over 100 viewers. Lexi glanced at the screen, suddenly aware of just how many people were watching her, yet she was slowing down.

A message rang out from chat attached to $5 Finish everything, and I will send $300.

Her eyes flicked back to the food still sitting in front of her. There was enough to at least double her size. For a moment, she considered ending the stream. Then another notification appeared. $5 - Be a good girl, Lexi. Fuck it. $300 would cover half my rent She picked up another nugget. The chat erupted almost immediately. Keep eating, piggy. God, you look so hot stuffing your face Don't stop now, chipmunk. Faster little pig.

Lexi felt a flush creep across her stuffed cheeks as she read them, and a pulse started between her thighs. Somehow, knowing that people genuinely enjoyed watching her and hearing the names they called her made the meal feel so much... nicer.

Lexi took a breath and looked at what remained.

There wasnt much left now.

She looked down at her impossibly full stomach, stretched tight beneath her skirt. A soft moan escaped her lops as she rested a hand against it, gently rubbing the aching fullness. The relief was almost intoxicating. There was only one burger left. She picked it up and took another bite, chewing slowly. Each mouthful seemed harder than the last, yet she continued in a daze, barely thinking as she worked her way towards the final bite. ZZZT. The zipper on her skirt gave way, sliding down beneath the pressure just as she swallowed her final bite, revealing her tightening pink skin. Her rapid heartbeat only grew faster, and her breath quickened. Heat rushed across her face, down her neck and across her chest, while her breathing became short and uneven. She looked down at herself, hardly believing what had just happened, and felt a strange, tingling rush of excitement.

$300 - Chipmunk's clothes just couldn't cut it anymore. Well done, Lexi. Donations flooded in $25 - Come back tomorrow $40 - You've got far to go... great job $10 - Hot

She couldn't help smiling.

“Okay,” she whispered, glancing at the camera. “I think that's enough for tonight.”

She reached forward and ended the stream. The screen went dark as she met her reflection. For the first time in nearly an hour, Lexi was alone with her thoughts. A strange little thrill ran through her. She had gone into the livestream wondering if she could even finish the meal.

Now she was already wondering what she'd eat tomorrow.

[bumblebeabae]

So subtle.

It is so subtle, isn't it? You never wanted to gain weight. Well, that's a stretch. You never wanted it to be your fault. Even now, you still find ways to blame me. It started so subtly. One extra plate of sushi. Three became four. Four became five. And sometimes, five became seven. But sushi is healthy, isn't it? Besides, if your partner is paying, the calories don't count.

Then came the pizza. Four slices used to satisfy you. Now, you could polish off a stuffed-crust pizza without thinking twice. I ate a slice of our two, of course. That made it our pizza, didn't it? Certainly not just yours.

The subtlety was lost on me. I watched every little change. You were the only one pretending not to notice. Your appetite doubled. Your portions doubled. Eventually, so did you.

The first casualty was your favourite pair of jeans. They just... wouldn't... quite make it over your hips anymore. You stood there tugging and wriggling until you were breathless, cheeks flushed. I couldn't stop watching the soft curve of your body as it resisted every inch of stubborn fabric. The way your belly ever subtly jiggles. The way your tummy rolls accentuates your figure. Yet, you insisted they'd just shrunk in the wash. Denim does that. It was completely out of your control.

Then your shorts just suddenly stopped zipping. Goodness, fatty... however, did that happen? I recall you complaining how your thighs rubbed together long before the zipper "broke." Somehow, that memory disappeared as quickly as your waist. The softness at your middle rested comfortably over the fabric now, undeniable and impossible to hide. But somehow you never noticed it. I did, long before you allowed yourself to.

Next, it was the button-up shirt. The button strained harder each time you wore it, each one hanging on by a thread. Your stomach peeked through the gap at the bottom, no matter how often you tugged the fabric back in place. Somewhere along the way, you just stopped looking in mirrors. Out of sight, out of mind, right?

And then, one day, the subtlety was gone.

Now we're sitting across from each other at dinner. Your belly pressed against the edge of the table before the food even arrived. Then, halfway through the appetiser, the button on your new shorts gave way and landed somewhere across the restaurant. You shoot me a look you hope I mistake as pure anger. A look that implies I'm the one who made every excuse, ignored every warning, and ordered extra dessert.

And Fine,

Maybe I encouraged you.

Maybe I loved seeing your resolve melt faster than the cheese on your pizza.

Maybe I loved every time you loosened another button beneath the table and reached for your 'last piece'

But the funny thing is… It's unmistakable, beneath the embarrassment, beneath the anger, I can still see it. That little flicker in your eyes. You wanted this more than you'll ever admit.

And I loved watching it happen. Eat up, piggy.