*crunch* *gulp* *mmpphhff*
”Ah… this one’s made for bodybuilders…”
*ulp* *ulp* *ulp*… *URRP*
”Really oughta… help me get in shape…”
Subaru swiped her finger along her tablet, stopping every once in a while to tap it a few times. She was using an online shopping app to order next week’s groceries. Or well, that was what she was telling herself, at least. These days, she more often than not ended up ordering every half week or so.
The damned food never seemed to last the full seven days.
As she loaded up on goodies, she was relaxing slumped into a large bean bag propped against the wall. She’d started out sitting upright, but as her muscles had tired and her stomach had grown fuller from the heavy protein shakes and ranch-drenched celery sticks next to her, her soft butt had slipped further and further forward, and now she was practically flat on her back. Any regular person at this point would likely be annoyed by the sharp viewing angle of their device and sit back up, but Subaru hardly noticed a difference.
After all, even laying back like this, there was still a large, fleshy prop to lean it against.
”And these mini muffins are full ‘a carbs… If I have them after that spaghetti pack I got… *huff*… I’ll probably have a lot of energy for my workout the next morning!”
With that cheery bit of optimistic logic, Subaru comfortably ordered three 8-pack boxes of chocolate chip mini muffins with zero hesitation. Her mouth watered at the taste while her brain buzzed in self-praise for another good purchase. She took another hearty swig of vanilla shake to commemorate it.
She’d grown quite fond of these little “life hacks” recently. After having it multiple times a day for nearly a month, salad had gotten old, fast. She’d decided to look into more flavorful alternatives, and confirmation bias, lack of technical knowledge, and impulsiveness had quickly started to corrupt her diet. An article on the third page of Google talking about a “healthy” chili dense with steak? That was dinner for the next three days. Didn’t taste so good? Load it up with shredded cheese and sour cream, because after all, dairy was healthy, right? Portion made to serve four for half a week? Casually sip at it over the course of a few hours in the evening while playing a horror game, and suddenly the whole thing’s been gulped down in one sitting.
Little binges and gaps in common sense like this compounded over the days and weeks, and very quickly, blubber began to compound on her waistline as a result. With every centimeter padding her hips and with every delicious, “technically healthy” meal slipping through her eager lips, her standards had gotten lower and lower, and now, three months into her “diet”, her daily meal plan was embarrassingly childish. Shopping trips consisted of 30% ingredients for poorly researched recipes to fill out her shopping list mixed with 70% impulse buys based on things that “looked healthy”, or “would be a good reward after a hard workout”, or “she could afford to indulge in for once since she’s been eating well lately”.
The result was a house filled with prepackaged fatty foods and snacks, with a smattering of veggies lying around as an excuse to designate whatever dish she tossed a few into as something good for her diet. Truly, she had the pantry of a sweet-toothed five-year-old’s dreams.
Exacerbating the problem was her increasingly naïve and lackadaisical stance on exercise. In the early days of the diet, she’d been performing a fifteen minute calisthenics regimen she’d found online twice a day, once after waking up and once before dinner. A few weeks in, however, she’d started to find the evening workouts tedious and decided to nix them in favor of extending the morning exercises by ten minutes.
Then, she’d made the happy rationalization that burning more energy in one sitting meant she needed more food both immediately afterwards and the night before, with a net result of upping her food intake by nearly a third. Worse, her armchair-sports-physician knowledge told her that loading up on carbs was the way to get the most out of her workouts, and so she’d begun stuffing herself with grains right before bed.
Finally, although lengthening her workouts made them more effective on paper, in practice, she ended up doing about the same amount of work anyways and lazing around between sets to waste time her breakfast alarm went off. With no specific quantitative goal for her sets and no one to reprimand her, her numbers and drive faded by the day until practically all she was doing were some halfhearted curl-ups, a failed plank or two, and a whole lot of lying still on the ground. Of course, after those lazy displays, there was always a hearty plate of breakfast sausages ready for her to pat herself on the back with.
The effects on her figure… were not pretty.
”Hnnnnngghh…! Gotta… get to the PC…!”
Struggling to ignore the voice in her head telling her how comfy laying back on this bean bag was, Subaru began the laborious effort hefting her bulk to a standing position. Frankly, even sitting up was getting a little tough these days what with her white drape of abdomen pressing against her thighs as she bent forward. After a few failed attempts to get back on her butt, she realized she’d have to grab ahold of a nearby desk leg to prop herself up. Unwilling to leave the rest of her snack on the floor, she chugged the remainder of her shake in one, long gulp and shoved several energy bars into her mouth to free up a hand before climbing to a stand.
Lumbering over to her computer, the tomboyish streamer cheerfully munched on five servings worth of peanut butter chocolate flavored protein supplements. On her way over, she passed her trusty wall mirror, which sadly hadn’t gotten much use lately. Having decided that looking at her reflection every morning wasn’t doing her confidence much good, she’d covered it with a sheet, resolving to leave it covered until she was back in shape, which was surely only a matter of time in coming as long as she kept eating well! This combined with a healthy dose of denial and an absolute refusal to size up her clothes helped cement in her mind a distorted perception of her physique as merely “slightly chubby”.
This stubbornness was likely for the best at this point, however, because if she had seen herself in her entirety, she frankly might have had a heart attack.
She hadn’t worn her jacket in a couple weeks, having been having trouble getting her arms through it lately, and her sports outfit had been getting awfully tight as well. This left her with only her gray, button-up crop top and suspender-raised shorts as a viable option for looking decent… though “decent” was a very optimistic interpretation of her current state of dress. She looked more like an overstuffed duck bursting out of a tupperware container than a classy JK ready to go out on the town.
All but one, desperately struggling button on her top was left unbuttoned. The poor fastenings couldn’t keep up with the always increasing pressure of the upper gut roll she’d been developing, and so now, most of the fabric rested limply on top of a practically uncovered belly. In fact, the only other things giving it any coverage at all were the thinly-stretched suspenders pressing into her bulging flesh.
To be frank, this all had the net effect of making her look even lewder than she would be if naked. Struggling against the straps compressing it, the barrel of adipose swelling out from her torso was split into three vertical rolls, causing her sides to puff outwards into an exaggerated muffin top and extending the front-center apron of chub several inches in front of her. It practically looked as if she were intentionally displaying her belly button for the world to gawk at. Worse, the aforementioned button issue caused a generous helping of underboob to be visible, and rolls of armpit flab were bunched up against her undersized sleeve holes.
Not to be outdone, her lower half had managed to find its own ways to destroy her wardrobe. Her leggings had gotten harder and harder to stretch up her plump calves by the day, and at this point, they hardly reached past her knees and were fraying all over at the top. Looking a little further up, despite her shorts having been designed to freely dangle around her legs like a pseudo-skirt, her trunklike thighs now totally filled and even slightly stretched the leg holes. The floaty, idol-esque appeal of the outfit was completely gone, replaced with the look of a fatass only a few desserts short of bursting free of her confines.
Speaking of fat asses and bursting free, Subaru’s was on the verge of doing just that. Her shorts barely able to contain her thickened legs at her front side, they were on their last legs at the back. Bulging, creamy flesh was spilling out of both the tight confines of the shorts’ leg holes and the waistline above, leaving a tight wedgie pushing into the wide region inbetween. A deep expanse of butt cleavage wobbled about with each heavy step she took, threatening to slide the garment off every few jiggles and expose the full glory of her backside. She found herself constantly reaching back to pull the thing back up and keep herself decent these days. At first, it’d annoyed her, but after doing it for so long, she’d gotten used to the motion and filtered it from her awareness.
Much like she had to many other inconvenient truths recently.
Settling her sweaty butt into her creaking swivel chair, Subaru filed a deep dish of nachos (cheese and corn! healthy!) into her mouth with one hand while her other slowly started up her streaming layout. She was actually already five minutes late, but, oh, how these nachos tasted so good! She didn’t wanna waste a second without some sliding down her throat until they were all in her belly~♪ Besides, it wouldn’t hurt the fans to wait a bit every once in a while; it’d probably, y’know, build hype for when she finally showed up!
Clicking a few more times, she saw her model appear on the stream playback in front of the title screen for “Sausage Legend” in a window next to her chat. And… seriously!? The trolls were already at it this early today? The bloated girl opened up a small carton of chocolate milk to wash down the cheese with as her eyes scanned over what people were saying.
”あじ！あじ！”
”finally managed to get off your ass today? www”
”what’s for third dinner tonight, Shublubber?”
”model looks malnourished, size up when?”
”$100 ~~~ will u be my feedieee?????//”
Subaru clicked her tongue between bites of the microwaved chicken tenders that she’d begun munching on in the interim. She’d been seeing a lot of comments like this lately, making weird quips about her weight and eating habits. Honestly, she couldn’t imagine where this weird trend had started. She was still the picture of health and getting fitter every day, but they just wouldn’t seem to cut it out no matter how much she reassured them or told them about her diet! At this point, she figured it was just an in-joke that’d she’d have to accept from now on, like her being associated with ducks. She’d grown comfortable with that weird little trend after a few months, so who knew? Maybe she’d be cracking jokes about being a lardbag in a few more.
Not that she was actually overweight, of course.
”Chiwaaaaasu!!! Hololive 2nd Gen, Oozora Subaru here! Today is the long awaited… *URRRP*… fifteenth Sausage Legend Tournameeeeennnnttt!!! Here, lemme set up this… *mmpph*…”
Letting out a wet belch mid-sentence, she shoved another tender in her mouth as she began to set up the room. Chat flooded with “ゲップ助かる”s, more than used to her habit of making some extra room. At first, when burps, gulps, and chewing sounds had started to interject into her speaking, there’d been a wave of backlash, but after a few weeks of her not only completely ignoring it, but actually upping her rate of consumption on-stream, people had started to turn her little noises into amusements to comment on and joke about. More recently, her general gluttony had even started to attract some people with… interesting tastes. Fortunately, she was too blind to her community’s perception of her to notice whenever they directed creepy comments her way.
”Alright, today we’re going with the electric sausage. Prepare to go down ‘Duck Stuffer DX’-san! Ah, but lemme go microwave some mozzarella sticks real quick first. I gotta… *ulp* *ulp* *haaahh*… load up on nutrients for tomorrow morning’s workout.”
Chugging the rest of her milk, Subaru slowly hefted herself up to start what would end up being trip one of seven to her kitchen in the middle of this stream. Each and every time, she brought back a moderately-sized dish, convinced it would last her the rest of the stream only to shovel it down in mere minutes. None of the cheap snack foods or appetizers felt very filling, but they were all delicious enough to keep her wanting more, and her focus on the game kept her thoughts away from how full she was starting to feel.
Coming back from trip number seven almost two hours later, Subaru found chat betting on how long she’d be gone and whether she’d go back for more. With her trips growing more frequent in the latter half of the stream, at this point, she’d spent more time AFK preparing food than actually playing the game and chatting with her fans. Having prepared a whole salisbury steak microwaved dinner this time, she lethargically dropped into her whining chair, confident once more that this would tide her over ‘til the end of the session.
She might have finally been a little too correct, though.
Gut stuffed full to bursting from more cheap food than a family of six could stomach, she felt herself starting to drift into a food coma. That didn’t stop her from slowly lifting bite after bite of gravy-soaked meat towards her lips, though. Her belly felt tight almost to the point of pain, but it also felt somewhat… pleasurable? The sensation was so intoxicating that her focus on the stream gradually slipped away, and all of her fading consciousness intently directed itself towards making sure every bite of that steak ended up digesting in her gut.
As chat flew by at mach speed asking concerned questions and suggesting she go to bed, Subaru couldn’t think of anything but how warm and full her abdomen felt. Settling limply back into her chair and letting her face relax into a dumb, blushing grin, she let a monstrous—
*UUOOORRRPP*
—before slipping into a peaceful sleep, dreaming of a feast of fried foods and cheesecakes that she’d been abstaining from thanks to her diet. Letting out some childlike chuckles and a thin stream of drool at the fairytale land of savory food in her imagination, she passed out in bliss live on stream.