Having her so spoilt and helpless that you need to buy her a little shower chair to sit on while you wash her fat rolls.

Teasing her and making her shy at how each day she feels heavier when she sits on ur lap.

Slowly conditioning her into having more than regular portion sizes, enabling her greedy habits and rewarding her for being a good girl.

The paycheck is huge - and so is the box of snacks when it arrives. They're branded as 'power bars', delicious calorie dense blocks in sweet, rich dessert flavours. Designed to be enjoyed at your desk while you focus on editing it gaming or anything else. Perfect.

The streamer opens the box live, shows off all the flavours, samples each one. A salted caramel cheesecake bar is particularly delicious, as is a nutty chocolate brownie. Their favourite, as they tell the audience, is a lemon meringue pie bar that tastes exactly like the real thing.

The streamer starts wrapping up, when a ping from their manager pops up on screen asking what they're doing. Didn't they read the contract?

The streamer hastily pulls up the pdf and scans the terms of the agreement. Their stomach sinks when they realise. To get paid, they don't just need to try each flavour, they need to eat the entire box, to prove to the audience how irresistibly delicious each bar is.

Not only will they not get paid if they don't, there's a huge fine for breach of contract. Theyve got no choice but to keep going.

The streamer tries to play it off, to not show that they've lost control of the stream. They keep peeling back wrappers and pushing bars into the mouth, joking between mouthfuls about how they're just too good to stop.

And the truth is, the bars are too good. The more the streamer eats, the easier it feels to grab another bar and rip it open, despite the growing pressure in their belly.

Each bar sits in their stomach like the dessert that inspired it, but the process of grab, peel, push into their slackened, unresisting mouth feels soothing, hypnotic.

As they reach the end of the box they're barely talking, just breathing heavily under the weight of the dense mass of food they're slowly digesting, pushing them back into their gaming chair and pinning them down.

Their chat are having a great time, teasing their icon for how easily they've lost control, how many thousands of calories they've eaten. The streamer doesn't care. When they finally finish the box, their fingers scratching against the empty cardboard for one bar they might just have missed, they give out a little moan of displeasure.

After lurking on the community for years, watching your online crushes and idols blow up steadily, sometimes rapidly, feeling a deep aching need to join them.

Despite resisting, you have been looking a bit more, plump, and pudgy, and tubby recently, nothing a stranger would blink twice at, but you know. And you feel every pound extra you've been carrying recently.

So now you're at a crossroads, do you stay firm ? Eat less, work out again, try your best to conform to what society wants for you, even if it makes you unhappy.

Or do you give in? Let yourself indulge in your gluttony, let hedonism take the wheel as you gorge yourself past the point of comfort, eating for the sake of consuming and taking because you want to be bigger.

Let yourself get fatter, work on stretching your stomach so you can hold more, outgrow your clothes and revel in the stitches ripping against your growing form, rolls stacking and flab hanging out as you become who you always wanted to be, join those chubby stars you've idolised and become inspiration for others just waiting to let go.

Of course stuff like that is just as calorie heavy if not more so than a singular stuffing. And if you’re snacking constantly, you’re probably someone who sits on their ass all day with no purpose but to grow~ Maybe you found a video but need snacks to watch it. Perhaps you’re a cinema junkie who always takes snacks. What if the gab between lunch and dinner if too long? Just a snack or two… It always starts that way.