Themes: POV, HUMILIATION, force feeding, secret fattening, male weight gain, gamer, influencer, social media based humiliation, fit to fat.
For a lot of guys, gaming was definitely the best way to relax, or satisfy that competitive urge or the endless amount of boredom that seems to only be quelled by a few rounds of whatever game you fancied playing with your friends.
It was an innocent comment that started you on your path to where you are now, you were laughing with the guys when one of them said...
"We should record this stuff"
And so you did, not necessarily thinking anything of it, maybe a few more followers potentially but nothing special.
The end result, however, was far bigger than anything you could have imagined. You'd managed to amass a few thousand followers with only a few short videos, your friends were a little jealous, there's wasn't taking off like that but they knew the reason.
The thing was, you were attractive. Masculine features, sharp jawline everything that seemed to appeal to the girls and gay guys who took up a fair portion of your following, backed up by the rest of the gaming community. You were becoming a recognised name, and unfortunately for your friends... you let it get to your head...
"Ughhh... stop asking about those guys, look they got jealous and I needed better players bro, when your climbing the ranks you don't need someone slowing you down..." you explain...
You were getting a bit sick of the questions, 'wheres your old group', 'I used to love those videos', it felt endless... you check yourself in the facecam, flexing a bicep as you grin into the camera... didn't they know you were the main event...
"Thanks bro for the gift... and yeah my body is pretty banging" you laugh to yourself, feigning a humbleness that was outweighed by an arrogant smirk...
You glance over at the pile of gifts in the corner. Ever since some guy had leaked your address you'd be getting them, first you felt a little nervous, but you were soon able to differentiate the genuine good gifts from the... well... slightly more creepy ones... it made sense that they wanted to send you things...
"Another gift for me from one of you guys... damn boys you'll make my ego too big" you laugh again going to answer the door... slightly confused to see a pizza boy standing at the door...
"Extra large pepperoni?" He asks...
"What?... uhhh I didn't order a pizza bro... you got the right house?" You respond...
"Definitely the right address... its been payed for too so I guess you could keep it... or I could take it back-" he explains with a smirk...
"Yeah I'll take it bro" you grab the box... a gift from a fan probably, what was important was that it was free...
You walk back into the room... sitting down in the gaming chair...
"Damn which one of you guys sent me a pizza... above and beyond man... but free is free and you boys know I deserve it..."
You open the box... pulling out a slice as the greasy cheese stretches as you pull it to your mouth...
"Fuckin' tasty bro... thanks to whoever it was" you say between mouthfuls...
You go back to your game... periodically eating the pizza until its all gone...
You rattle the can of soda... kissing your teeth as you realise its empty... half paying attention to the game as you lean down to your new minifridge... pushing past the gifted stack of chocolate bars before grabbing a new can...
"Bro theres so many sweats on tonight, like its ridiculous my teammates suck" you say... getting angry at the game...
It was always the teammates... you just kept dying over and over with no healing... at least that meant time for snack breaks...
Because you never really did gift openings on stream, the day a mysterious fan sent a pizza and you thanked him for it seemed to spark a different approach in your fans... now they just seemed to send you food... swiss chocolates... full fat cola... luxury sweets... it was getting a little out of hand... especially with the fan who seemed to be sending a pizza to your house daily...
Of course you weren't dumb... you knew that all this junk wasn't good... for a while you tried binning the pizza... but it just seemed so wasteful... you tried leaving it till when you were hungry... but every time you walked past the fridge you found yourself grabbing a slice... on most days reaching in to scrape the bottom of the plate... whoops...
The game finishes and you lean back... staring at the screen as you let out another trapped burp...
"Ughhhh need a new game at this point honestly" you say aloud... you glance into the chat expecting to see suggestions and a comment catches your eye...
"Mate I don't need to diet fuck off" you say... flexing for the camera as you bite your lip...
You say your goodbyes... noticing before you switch off the comment between all your compliments...
You stand up... stetching as you dust crumbs off your sweatpants... tutting at a barbeque sauce stain on your white vest... wiping it with your finger as you glance in the mirror...
You weren't pudgy... you analyse yourself... poking at your bloated stomach... all the cans of soda weren't helping either... you flex in the mirror... yeah it was fine... you stand there before curiosity gets the better of you...
You head to your bathroom... getting out the scale... taking a second before you stepped on... why were you nervous...
7 pounds heavier than the last time you weighed yourself a couple weeks ago...
You snort... that was nothing... it must've been the bloating from the soda... and you don't get to this level anyway without a few haters... just picking on your water weight...
You lay on your bed satisfied... scrolling through a post where fans were arguing you were one of the hottest streamers on the internet... you smirk... as your stomach growls you remember the bumper pack of cookies you got gifted... you get them... jumping back down on the bed... as you chuckle to yourself about the people thirsting over you... you shove a cookie in your mouth... ignoring the fact you thought it strange your butt just jiggled when you jumped on the bed...
"*HNNNNNGGHHHHHH.... sigh....*"
You stood their cursing yourself... fucking pizza... fucking chocolate... fucking FOOD...
You had told yourself you were going to cut back a little... the 7 pound scare was going to be treated as a warning but no...
" please *hnnnghh* come onnn... "
You had kept eating all you wanted all the time... and after a few more weeks... the 7 pound scare... was now a 25 pound nightmare... and worst of all...
You glance in the mirror behind you... letting go of the jeans as your plump ass pushes down any progress you'd made...
Most of it had gone to your butt...
"Who knew I had the potential to grow a fucking dumptruck" you snap sarcastically... grabbing a cheek to triple check it was real... and yes it was...
You glance at the time... you'd promised a stream at 8pm... and that was 10 minutes ago... you needed to hurry it up... but wearing the sweatpants so often meant they had to at least have a wash day now and again... you curse yourself for choosing today...
You throw on a hoodie... not prepared to deal with what looked like the beginnings of a belly coming in... another day... as you wriggle with the jeans... finally they give... you're just about to button them when the doorbell goes...
It was practically pavlovian how your eyes lit up and your mouth started to water... pizza...
You rush to the door... opening it as the pizza guy hands you the two boxes... whoever had been donating had been more generous the past couple of weeks...
You smirk... "another gift from another secret admirer clearly" smugness radiating off you...
"Right..." he says, a smile creeping across his face, "you know I don't judge right, you don't have to keep the secret admirer bit up, if you want pizza daily thats not my issue"
Your smugness switches to anger, "it is you idiot, I happen to be a streamer you know, people love seeing me everyday!" You smile arrogantly... "clearly you don't get it"
"Uh huh" he says nonchalantly, "oh by the way..." he moves his finger forward... poking the little layer of pudge exposed by the undone jeans... "your zippers down"
You flash red... "I know that" you say defiantly... trying to button it... and failing... and again... as little grunts escape your lips each time...
"Ahhh I see" he chuckles to himself as he begins to walk away... you find yourself a little irritated by his lean muscular physique... something else you hadn't experienced... "better ass in person at least, look forward to the stream" he winks...
You go even redder... a fucking fan making you embarrassed... "yeah whatever!" You say slamming the door as you go to your setup... slamming the boxes down at the side as you begin to eat... making sure that the straining waistband of the jeans is out of view... obscured by the oversized hoodie... as you start up the stream...
As you game you shove the pizza in... mind racing about the earlier embarrassment with the pizza guy... you'd never been more humiliated in your life... and for some reason you couldn't stop thinking about it... was it because he was a similar age?... was it because he was a fan?... was it because he was hot?... well... uh... conventially attractive you meant... it was probably all of the above... and you just couldn't stop replaying it... the feeling of humiliation of... anger.. of arousal... not that... right?...
You realise you'd gone silent for a while... shit...
"Good fucking pizza again guys... almost makes up for my rank being in the toilet" you moan...
You needed to get your own back... and you knew he must watch the stream...
"The guy who delivered it totally had a crush on me though... like asked me out twice... had to let him down easy... too much sexy for one guy to handle" you smirk... innocent enough remark... a gein spreads across your face as you hope he's heard it... that'll teach him...
You reach for the can of soda on the side... somehow managing to knock it over instead as it spills onto your jeans... ice cold...
"Fuck!" You stand out of instinct... oh no...
You look at the facecam... seeing your unbuttoned jeans the only thing in view... clearly straining on the waistband as the zipper widens the further up you go... shit.
You sit back down quickly... red faced...
"Uhh... guys I may as well wrap it up to clean this up but I'll be on... umm at some point tomorrow..." you choke out...
The chat is blowing up...
'Did you see that', 'oh my god', 'why weren't they buttoned', 'duhh I don't think he can' 'loooool no wayyy'
You reach to turn off the computer... the last message you see...
It took a little while to convince the fans that you weren't fat... claiming it was just for comfort... playing it off as odd they'd even think that...
You would think that they would stop sending food... but it seemed to just encourage them more... passive aggressive messages like 'I'm sure you'll enjoy these' stuck to them... whatever...
You were back at the gym now... but to be honest your diet hadn't really changed... it was so hard to resist... and you weren't sure why... but you enjoyed seeing the pizza guy daily... always making sure to put on ill-fitting clothes... chatting to him... even flirting a little if you were honest... what were you doing...
The oversized hoodie method had been your ally for a while... but there was a date coming up that you knew you couldnt wear it... valentines day.
Its how your career had taken off in the first place... basically for valentines day you wore a suit on stream... playing the part of 'the perfect handsome date'... the girls and the gay guys ate it up... and of course they loved how you promised to do it next year...
And as you glance on the suit on the bed... you knew that it wasn't going to end well... you'd stopped checking the scale a couple weeks ago... trying to delude yourself you were slimming down... knowing that you'd gone up in reality...
You grimace at the mirror, squeezing the now definite belly jutting out along with love handles... a fucking muffintop... great... not to mention that your butt had gotten so round and jiggly... your cheeks flash red with embarrassment...
You pull on the boxers... irritated at the fact that even they had seemed to have gotten tight over the past few days... before reaching for the shirt... you'd gotten used to having to suck in to button things but with these clothes... getting them buttoned was the least of the problem... it was making sure they stayed buttoned too... and as you check the mirror... cautiously exhaling as the gaps between the buttons grew bigger as the shirt strained... you knew it would be difficult...
The trousers were a little looser... so you thought they might be easier... disappointed again as the strained across your thighs... jumping up and down to get them over your blubberbutt...sucking in to button them as you get it buttoned on the 4th try...
You glare at the mirror... you looked ridiculous... did you really have to do this... maybe... you could say you were sick... you think about how followers had been dwindling... now you were showing off your 'hot body' less there wasn't much appeal... especially with the rumours you'd porked out... you had to do it...
No food... no drink... just do it... you wished you had anyone to take the heat from-
The pizza guy... typical... you head for the door... one thing you could guarentee was that you wouldn't be eating pizza tonight...
You open the door... confusion taking over immediately as instead of his uniform he stands suited up... holding the pizzas in his hand with a smirk on his face...
"Can I come in?..." he asks...
You stand there speechless... just nodding as he steps in... you weren't sure if it was the suit but... fuck he looked good...
"I thought I'd suprise you know... do something special for... what was it? Ohhh yeahhh 'the third time' asking you out" he grins...
You smirk a little back... "you deserved it bro"
He glances you up and down... you get a little red...
"So... are we gonna film this date or what?"
You're confused... you'd just planned on gaming... but the more you thought about it... myseterious date... the chat blowing up with envy... plus he wasn't bad on the eyes... views... follows...
"Sure thing... in here" you smirk, whatever, at least he'd be good for some views even if he was a bit forward... you were used to having men throw themselves at you...
You switch the stream on...
"Little surprise for you guys... hot date with me tonight... you know the pizza guy thats obsessed with me" you do an arrogant grin... smirking at him...
The chat comes to life immediately...
'Hot', 'why not meeee', 'suits looking tight'...
You stand in front of him as he places the boxes down to the sides... opening one...
"Well?? Introduce yourself then?" You snap...
He smirks... walking up behind you as his hand goes around your waist...
"So yeah I'm the pizza guy..." he stops... getting closer to your ear... as his hand comes up to your stomach...
"And I'm the main reason he's gotten so fat" he chuckles, as he pushes a pizza slice to your mouth, as he uses his other hand to pat your belly...
Your eyes widen as you lose composure... breathing out before- BANG!
The button to your trousers flies across the room... making him laugh and you go red...
"For weeks now... fatboy heres been stuffing in two pizzas a day... and damn we can see the results" he prods at your belly...
Your still dumbfounded... stunned as you stare at the chat spamming laughing emojis in disbelief... as names like 'fatboy', 'piggy', 'lardass' flash on screen...
You snap back into reality... pushing him away...
"I'm not fat- it's just a few pounds! Everything still fits- these were already tight!-" you scramble to find the button... spotting it realising its bounced off the wall and rolled behind you... as you turn and bend... it gets worse...
The trousers split in two... torn at the seat... you feel for the boxers behind you mortified... but instead... you feel bare skin... no no no this can't be happening... the boxers had torn with them...
You turn to look at the camera... your plump bare asscheeks in full view... pizza boy laughs placing each hand on a meaty cheek and jiggling them...
"Fuck bro... who knew you'd get so bottom heavy... fat porker with an even fatter dumptruck bro..." he whispers in your ear...
"bro... fuck..." you moan a little... why was this... why was this turning you on...
"I think he wants some more pizza" he says to the camera... beginning to shove pizza in your mouth...
You eat it... fuck... why was this so hot... it was so humiliating... but you'd never been more turned on...
He keeps shoving slices in... putting you in front of him as he squeezes your love handles... his crotch pressed against your jiggling ass... its not long before... pop!... pop!... buttons begin to fly off the shirt... bottom ones first as he grabs the thick roll of fat on your lower belly...
"Fuck..." you moan again...
"Go on tell them how you're a fatboy" he laughs...
"I'm... such a fatboy bro..." You're all too eager to comply... you never wanted him to stop...
The humiliation was too much... the thought that this was seen by your fans... that it could go viral... it was probably on social media... it wouldn't be long before the stream was cut off... and each thought made you more and more hard...
The clothes start to fall off as he kisses your neck... you letting out little burps from your overstuffed stomach... each neck movement showing the start of the double chin coming in...
"Fuck.... I'm... a pig!..." you moan... as the stream cuts off...
He spins you around his hands on your fat ass... lust overcoming the both of you...
"Let me make you fatter bro... feed you pizza every day... keep this fat ass so fucking big and jiggly" he growls in your ear, slapping your ass for effect...
You think about it... bursting out of everything... all the humiliation of gaining weight... how he teased you and how much it turned you on... how you never wanted to stop eating...
"Make me your fatboy..." you whisper...
He smirks... kissing you....
As he opens another box of pizza...
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