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For the rest of the week, he posted five more videos trying other Icelandic foods, but none of them got any traction.

So he decided to return to the restaurant and recreate his blubber video. This time, he ordered two. He pretended that he was nervous. "I don't think I can handle two of these! But I'll sure try."

To his surprise, he ate them without a problem. He acted like he was really struggling toward the end, but the truth was, he was starting to like the taste.

The video exploded. Three times as many views as his first blubber burger video. And the comments were effusive:

"Great job, man!"

"Keep going!"

"You did it, blubber boy!"

That last comment gave him an idea. He rebranded his channel to "Blubber Boy." The name change alone gave him tons of new subscribers.

The next day, he filmed himself outside the restaurant and talked directly into the camera. "Hey, everyone! I'm Blubber Boy, and today is Day One of my brand-new mission. I'm gonna eat blubber once a day for an entire year. Do you think I can do it?"

On camera, he went inside and ordered two blubber burgers to start. Ate every bite.

Lochlan assumed that this challenge would make him gain some weight. (Half of the comments on his videos were asking him to show his belly.) As a reasonably attractive, naturally thin guy, the thought of getting a little fatter was exciting. He viewed it as yet another way to be different, to separate himself from the thousands of other, mid-tier YouTubers out there.

Well, that didn't happen. After two weeks of daily videos, he still looked exactly the same. That made him a little cocky. He started teasing his fans, pausing between burgers to flaunt his flat stomach. A lot of them (the majority, it turned out) were only subscribing to watch him get fat. That's what you get for calling your channel "Blubber Boy."

The fact that he wasn't giving them what they wanted only made them tune in more. And the comments? Most of them were pretty shameless, straight-up begging him to eat more and grow a belly.

Then it happened. One month into his project, he pulled up his shirt after his second blubber burger (he'd started eating three a day) and bragged about his slim body. He patted his stomach and said, "See? All the blubber in the world isn't gonna make me fat."

He posted the video and went about the rest of his day. That night, when he checked the channel, he noticed another spike in views. Then he scrolled through the comments:

"Finally! Look at that gut!"

"You're joking, right? Those are rolls, man!"

"You're getting squishy!"

Frantic, Lochlan dropped his phone and rushed into the bathroom. He pulled off his shirt and took a long look at his body.

Well, the weight finally caught up to him. He had a fresh roll of pudge under his belly button, and his nipples was starting to puff out. He wasn't fat, per se. Just soft.

That scared him. All night, he thought about stopping his channel. The idea of gaining weight had intrigued him, but the reality of it, now that he was verging into dadbod territory, was another story.

He woke up the next morning determined to quit, but the views had absolutely soared overnight. He ended up compromising. He'd continue his daily videos but only eat one blubber burger a day (maybe two).

A chunk of his audience was disappointed, but they stuck with him anyway.

Even with the decreased portions, his weight still climbed. His belly got thicker and his face filled out. He stopped lifting up his shirt during videos, but everyone could see the changes anyway.

For the next couple months, he was on an emotional rollercoaster. At times, he hated himself and swore that he'd quit. Then he'd read the comments (all horny, either complimenting his body or begging to see him shirtless) and he'd get this weird sense of pride. He didn't like the way he looked, but thousands of strangers did. It really fucked with his mind.

Then one day, while gobbling down a blubber burger and talking about his life, he heard a POP. His belly suddenly felt comfortable and free. It took him a long moment to realize that the button on his pants (which he'd just bought) had blown clean off.

He smiled into the camera. "Did you guys hear that? I just popped a button."

Why did that feel so exciting? He should've been horrified, but the thought of all the reactions was a real turn on.

Without realizing what he was doing, he rubbed his round gut and emphasized how relieved he felt. He was playing it up for the camera, but also not. "Oof, guys. You don't know how good that feels. Those pants were tight!"

Saying that made him even hornier. He rubbed his budding moob.

"I assume you wanna see the damage, huh? Well, you've been asking for it, so here you go."

He stood up, repositioned his camera, and pulled up his shirt. He grabbed his thick belly, seriously drooping now, and pulled it up so his fans could see the red line from his tight waistband.

"I bought new pants last week. I guess I need to go shopping again."

This was his first time flaunting his fat belly for the camera, and he loved it. He thought about the thousands of people, all around the world, who'd be jerking off to him as soon as he posted. He wasn't into weight gain. They were. But somewhere along the way, their kink had transferred to him and he was finally ready to embrace his life as Blubber Boy.

What he forgot in the moment, however, was that he was still in the middle of a restaurant in small-town Iceland. So far, the staff had politely ignored his little videos, viewing him as a chubby, harmless foreigner who liked their food (and liked filming himself).

This was too much, though.

The owner, a tall, slim (surprisingly young) man with very little accent, rushed over. Lochlan had to stop the video. He apologized profusely and explained that he was filming himself eating one blubber burger a day. "It's a YouTube thing."

The man was not impressed. He was ready to ban Lochlan from the restaurant.

Thinking fast, Lochlan said, "But it's good advertisement for your restaurant!"

The owner wasn't convinced until Lochlan showed him the view count. Immediately, the man's expression softened. He could see dollar signs (or, you know, krona signs) and said that Lochlan could continue his videos as long as he mentioned the restaurant name and showed off their other blubber-based entrees. He introduced himself (Adiel) and even offered to comp his meals as part of their new partnership.

This was a huge turning point for Blubber Boy. The food was free. His changing body was exciting. He wasn't afraid to hold back anymore.

By then, a single blubber burger barely filled him up. He could eat three without struggling. Why not go for four? Plus a couple bowls of blubber chowder. Plus a plate of saucy blubber cubes (muktuk) to graze on as he talked.

His videos got longer. Each meal turned into a feast.

And with Adiel's help, he brought in other locals to interview while he ate. Completely unintentionally, Blubber Boy turned into the unofficial mascot of their Icelandic village.

He talked to professors about local culture, librarians about Icelandic literature, and random villagers about their daily life, all while he stuffed himself. He never expected to have an "educational" channel, but that's what happened.

Every few videos, Adiel would sit with Lochlan to talk about Icelandic cooking. They even filmed a couple times at Lochlan's house so Adiel could teach him how to prepare blubber-based meals himself.

Very quickly, Lochlan's weight exploded. Creases and rolls formed on his arms. He sacrificed his neck for chins. His belly continued to flow out of him, thicker and lower each day. His moobs hung proudly from his chest.

Every part of him was pudgy and round. When he reached 250 pounds (he did weekly weigh-ins now), he looked much, much heavier. He had his own insulating layer of blubber now, different from regular fat. Few people his size were as soft.

His viewers loved it, though most of them begged for more. They challenged him to double up his portions, to start making breakfast and dinner videos, too.

Lochlan happily obliged. His diet was almost entirely blubber now. Every meal. Every day.

Life was so exciting for Lochlan that he was starting to dread the end of the year. He didn't want this experience to end.

With a month left to go (and nearing 300 pounds), Lochlan was filming a video with Adiel when he came to a decision. He wasn't going to stop. He couldn't.

He turned to Adiel (in the middle of explaining the history of whaling in Iceland) and interrupted with, "I'm going to make these videos forever."

Adiel looked surprised. He also looked very happy. They'd grown pretty close in the last few months, and Lochlan could tell that Adiel was dreading the end of the year as much as he was.

"You'll be as big as a whale," Adiel said.

"I hope so."

They stared at each other for a while. The camera was watching, and sauce was dripping down Lochlan's chins. Lochlan couldn't deny the heat between them. His fans had been shipping them ever since Adiel's first visit to his house. ("Adlan" was their couple name.) He was aware of the electricity, and the tingles he felt whenever Adiel gave him congratulatory belly pats, but he was finally ready to admit to himself:

He liked Adiel.

"Now that that's settled," Lochlan said, "wanna help me celebrate?"

"Yes," Adiel said huskily.

Lochlan slid the plate of blubber cubes toward the handsome restauranteur. "Feed me the rest, please."

Adiel looked down at the plate, equally nervous and excited. Fully aware of the millions of people watching at home, he picked up a handful, scooted closer, and poured the blubber into Lochlan's waiting mouth.

***

That was three years ago. These days, Blubber Boy is a local landmark. Everyone who visits Iceland hopes to catch a glimpse of him driving his chair down the street alongside his slender husband.

He doesn't go by Lochlan anymore. To the world, to himself, he's Blubber Boy, a 700-pound mountain of fat.

Right now, he and Adiel are sitting together on the shoreline, watching whales crest in the distance. Every few seconds, Adiel feeds him a handful of blubber cubes. Gotta keep his big man full between meals.

Blubber Boy is always eating, always growing, always happy.

Adiel squeezes one of his arm rolls. "Ready to film?"

"Uh huh."

Adiel stands and heads toward their restaurant. Blubber Boy puts his motorized chair into gear and follows. His body sloshes with the movement as he thinks about the massive meal ahead.

His fans are gonna love it.

The End