Overeating for a "Good" Cause

“Alright, it’s time for all my favorite degenerates to help me make mistakes~. Who wants to go first?”

A few weeks ago, Cass had gotten the urge to splurge and decided that it was finally time to get that tattoo she’d wanted for a long time. It was gonna be a cool viper wrapping around her bicep. A snake tattoo on a lamia wasn’t basic like it might be for some human punk - it was cool.

…Shut up.

There was a problem with wanting a tattoo, though. Lamia skin is very rubbery compared to human skin. This is partly from the need to accommodate large meals and partly from how lamia bodies used to be covered entirely in scales… apparently. Lamia supposedly shared a common ancestor with dragons or something? Eh, it didn’t really matter to Cass. All it meant was that she had to get her tattoo done with special tools and ink from a specialist - which was gonna be hell on her bank account.

So what did Cass do? She did what every streamer does: she planned a special stream for her watchers to get her to do stuff she’d probably regret later in exchange for money. In her case, since her whole thing was eating…

“Remember guys: every dollar I get is an ounce of food I eat. I’m also gonna be answering any questions you guys ask with your dono’s.” Cass smirked and shifted her upper body close to the camera, giving her audience a close profile view of her concave human gut. She was wearing a crop top that covered her arms but left her belly bare for the world to see - perfect for a stream like tonight's. “I only did a mini-stream last week just to make sure I had plenty of room for tonight, so don’t hold back! I’m gonna be disappointed in all of you if I’m still mobile by the end of the stream!”

Just as expected, the results were immediate. Cass cackled internally as she immediately got a handful of five-dollar donations. She moved away from her camera and moved next to her stream table, which was loaded with food. “Perfect~. That’s thirty ounces already! Luckily, I’ve got a nice two-pound steak ready to go right here. I should wait for a couple more dollars, but… I think I’ll just start now and hope someone out there helps me out before I finish~.”

The starving snake woman picked up a big, juicy steak (raw, of course - cooked meat just didn’t taste as good) and licked her lips. This whole stream was a gamble; she’d had to spend a lot more than usual on food, so if the donation drive didn’t really pay out, then she likely wouldn’t make as much profit as a normal stream, let alone enough to get her tattoo. She’d gone for cheaper foods overall to make up for that, but even cheaper foods added up. This steak might have been a bad cut and on clearance, but it still ran her about fifteen bucks. That was a profit of about seventeen dollars with the ounce-to-dollar ratio, which was nice but not ‘pay the rent and get a sick tattoo’ nice.

Cass shook her head. Logistics later, eating now! She was starving after only eating half her usual dinner last week, after all! She raised the hefty slab of meat above her head and opened up her jaw until a subtle click sounded out as her jaw popped open. As much as Cass wanted to suck the steak down in one ravenous gulp, she needed to play it up for her fans. Instead, she slowly lowered it in, side-eying the camera while hungrily licking at the steak. Lord, that tasted sooo good… C’mon Cass, pace yourself…!

With as much self-control as she could muster, Cass gently pushed the steak into her open throat, which greedily started pulling it down into her empty gut. She crooned softly as her neck bulged outward, shifting lower and lower until it sank past her collarbone. She could feel it pressing on her lungs for a few moments, then…

“Aaaah~” Cass sighed as her stomach rapidly bulged outwards. She ran a hand over her smooth middle, which now supported a notable food baby. Nothing impressive, but it was a cute, round tum now instead of being less than flat like before. Having a little weight in her belly felt so nice~. Cass burped softly, hoping the mic would pick it up, and grinned at the camera. “That hit the spot. Oh, and it looks like someone donated those two dollars after all! Thank you kindly, agate wolf! Oh, and to Candyman as well! That’s a lovely fifteen dollars you’ve donated~. In honor of your name, I think I’ll cover these ounces with a nice drink of chocolate.”

Cass grabbed a massive pot from where it was sitting on a little portable stove she’d brought in. Jeez, this thing was heavy - even for her! She heaved it over to the camera with a grunt to show everyone the inside. “S-See this? One hundred percent molten chocolate! I’ve got a little scale here to weigh this on so I can drink just enough to cover a donation! Smart, right?”

With that, Cass shifted so that the audience had that close-up view of her belly again, then shakily moved the pot up to her lips. The contents were nearly bubbling from how hot it was, but for a lamia like Cass, it wasn’t enough to do any harm. It would just be a little uncomfortable until her body heated up enough. It smelled amazing though. No more waiting! Time to drink!

Cass tipped the pot enough for the liquid chocolate to reach her greedy lips. She slurped noisily, knowing that more of her viewers loved to hear her eat than not. All this chocolate might have been stale bargain-bin junk, but melted down into one sugar smoothie like this? It was damn good! Cass gulped and gulped, sucking down the thick chocolate like it was air. She watched her donation tracker while she did; sure enough, another few donations came in that put her at needing another five pounds after the first pound of chocolate. Well, who was Cass to object to more candy?

After pouring what Cass estimated to be about six pounds of pure chocolate into her belly, the lamia thunked the now lighter pot down onto the table and panted for a second. She rubbed her human flank, which was now rather swollen and tight from all that heavy meat and chocolate. Her food baby was now a buffet baby that rumbled and gurgled noisily.

Cass laughed and gave her gut a solid shake. “Alright, I think I did about three pounds for Cadnyman’s fifteen and the eighty from a few anonymous donooooOOOOOuUuuUUUOOORP!” The lamia grabbed at the table as a violent belch forced its way up her throat and out her mouth mid-sentence. She stopped for a second. Then she laughed again. “Wow, that was a good one! I didn’t even feel it coming. Now then, I believe Candyman had a question too. Let me answer that while I weigh the chocolate…”

She hefted the pot onto a food scale she’d set on the floor nearby. Six, four ounces gone… nearly exact! Damn, she was good! She glanced back at her streaming laptop. “Ok, the question is… do demihumans normally date their own species or others? Also, what would I…” Cass sighed. “Ok, so right off the bat: I really don’t know a lot about other demihumans. I mean, I’ll still try since I promised to answer any question, but just don’t treat my word as law, ok?”

Cass moved the pot back up to the table. Oh, look, another ten dollars! Ten more ounces for her tum! She grabbed a box of cereal, tore it open, and started eating handfuls while still answering the question. “As far as I know, it’s pretty common for demihumans to date within their species. Dating humans is either normal or kinda kinky if that makes sense? And it depends on the type of demihuman for inter-demi relationships. Like, a lamia and a drake girl wouldn’t be weird, but a lamia and a dryad would be really weird.”

“I don’t think I’d date another lamia,” Cass continued while still munching away. She’d eaten a solid chunk of cereal now and her belly was starting to rumble from the odd mixture of foods she was stuffing into it. “Lamia relationships don’t last long from what I hear, but I don’t want a casual fling. A human would be alright though. My ideal match would probably be… maybe a harpy? Any species that lay eggs on a regular basis would be good really…”

Chat seemed to get a little heated at this. Cass rolled her eyes. “Guys, come on! I eat raw meat and you think a fresh egg will put me off? I’m half snake. I love eggs. I love fresh eggs. I- hey, I am not a freak! Do you want me to stuff myself till I explode or not!? I’ll turn this stream around, bitch! I’ll do it!”

After a few minutes of bickering with her chat, Cass finished off her cereal and tossed the box into her trash corner. It had been a family-sized box, meaning it had been a whole pound of cereal, but a few more donations had come in while Cass was getting called an ovary eater by her chat, so she was behind again. “You know what? Screw you guys. We’re moving past this whether you like it or not. I’ve got another five pounds to eat and you guys are gonna watch me do it!”

With that said, Cass snatched one of her heavier dishes - an extra-meaty casserole dish - and started shoveling it into her mouth. Cass’ go-to style of eating was to get big foods and eat them whole or get liquids-slash-small foods and pour them down her throat. She’d only recently started doing things like eating handfuls of cereal or eating bites of casserole. It was less enjoyable for her, but she found that it made good content. Either she could talk with chat while eating, or in the case of this casserole…

The still starving lamia was using a large serving spoon in order to scoop heaping hunks of steaming casserole into her mouth. Then, without hesitation, her tongue would escort the mass of meat, sauce, and veggies down her throat in one giant gulp. It’s not like she could chew - her teeth weren’t made for that. Plus, her chat enjoyed it. Each gulp would send a visible lump down her throat and make her belly quiver a little as it stretched out the smallest bit to accommodate the hefty bite.

And stretch it did. Cass wasn’t sure exactly how much of the casserole would be five pounds, so she just decided to eat it all and pretend that it was five pounds even though it was definitely more. Along with the cereal, chocolate, and steak, her belly was becoming a tight, solid ball of heat and glorps. The bottom of her crop top, which had formerly been left hanging in the air, was now resting on top of her distended belly. By the time she was scraping up the last of her casserole, Cass was even starting to pant a little bit from how full her belly was.

Cass let a deep, heavy belch rumble out of her belly. She dropped the serving spoon into the now barren casserole dish and gripped the sides of her belly. She grinned wearily at her camera. “O-Ok, I think I’m all caught *URP* up now- oh wait. We got a few more donations. A few anonymous donations and a twenty-dollar donation from… a-s-f-h-g-f. ‘Azfuhgif’?” Cass shook her head. “Listen; I dunno what your name’s supposed to be, so I’m just gonna call you Az. So with Az’s donation and the others… that's…” Ugh, Cass hated math. She should’ve just done ten dollars for a pound or something. “Fifty more ounces, or… a little over four pounds. Plus Az has a question. I’ll answer that just after I ‘make some room’, ok? So if you’re here for the stuffing and not for this, here’s your warning to take a quick break.”

Her belly could probably take some more, but she was likely in for the long haul here, so it’d be better to keep her resets smaller and more frequent. This part was really hit or miss with her fans, but it was literally something that had gotten her hundred-dollar donations in the past, so it’s not like she was going to stop doing it. She’d just started giving warnings to the squeamish viewers.

Cass moved to position her belly right next to her mic, which was sitting on a stool next to her streaming table in sight of the stream. She’d originally had it by her camera, but with it here, she could do things like… this.

The stuffed lamia placed both her hands right on the slope of her upper belly. She started to press down - softly at first, then progressively harder and harder. At first, it just made her already unhappy belly rowdier, sending a few small burps up her throat as it gurgled and grumbled angrily. Then there was a series of small contractions in Cass’ lower belly and, just like that, her round gut began to shift downwards. Her hands went from pushing on a taut, smooth orb to squeezing her human torso like a tube of toothpaste, pushing all of her precious food down into her lamia belly. The giant food baby started to disappear as it reached her scaly lower half, and then… it was gone.

“Alrighty then~. While I wait for the squeebs that don’t like that part to come back, I’ll grab a quick snack while answering Az’s question.” Cass decided to help herself to a large box of doughnuts. Most of them were jelly-filled since Cass loved the way they would spurt and burst when her throat muscles constricted them~. She swallowed down a lemon-filled one and read Az’s question. “Do I gain any weight from these streams, and if I do, where does it settle… I sometimes do, yeah. It happens when I either go overboard and stuff myself into immobility or when I do streams that are mostly not meat. Lamia bodies don’t handle non-meats very well. That’s why I try to do one or two purely meat stuffings a month even though they’re less popular. Gotta stay in shape so I can keep eating as much as I want for you guys~.”

Like the hypocrite she was, Cass had downed several more distinctly non-meat doughnuts in between sentences. She stuffed a few more down her maw before moving on to the second part of the question. “The weight usually goes to my hips - which are right around where my human and snake halves meet. I wouldn’t mind it so much since I look good with a thick trunk, but it makes my scales feel kinda… tight.” Cass downed a chocolate eclair and shuddered. “Kinda like my scales are gonna pop off like buttons. I’ve seen fat lamias before, so I know it doesn’t work like that, but it’s kinda become a phobia for me at this point.”

Oh, whoops. The box was empty. That was what, another pound of food? Maybe two? Cass wasn’t really keeping track anymore. Another thirty-eight dollars had come in while she’d been eating those doughnuts alone, and she figured that they weren’t gonna stop anytime soon, so… whatever. She’d just keep eating and answering questions and hope that she ate enough to satisfy everyone.

Cass slurped down a heavy shake in one go next, feeling the thick, fattening slurry settle comfortably into her sugar-filled belly. Ironically, this was definitely going to be one of those streams where she gained weight afterward. After downing what was probably three pounds of shake, Cass moved on to a giant slab of pork that she was amazed she’d gotten for so cheap. She gave it the same treatment as the steak, raising it above her head and slowly lowering it into her unlocked jaw. It was easier to restrain herself this time since she was about a belly-and-a-half into her dinner. The juicy meat reached her tongue, and…

Ah. Ok, that was why it was so cheap. This wasn’t pork from a pig. It was orc pork. Porc, as it was called. This stuff tasted nasty and wasn’t even legal to sell. Still, it was filling, and it was meat, and no one would know she was eating porc and not pork so long as Cass didn’t comment on it, so… bottoms up.

The weighty slab of porc settled into Cass’ belly, making it rapidly swell outwards to house it. God, she was already so big again. Cass belched up the air that had accompanied the porc down and moved down to the mic. She gave her belly a few solid thumps for her audience to hear while she looked over at her donation tracker. “Ok, another question… What controls who comes back as a ghost?” Cass blinked. “Gotta be honest; I have no clue. I think some old fogey did a study on it and said that ghosts only come from humans that died in particularly strange ways, but I have no idea what they meant by that. I didn’t read the study. It was long and boring and full of words that hurt my brain.”

Cass sighed and slid a whole orange into her mouth. Blech! She hated how bitter the skin tasted and swallowed it quickly. She didn’t normally go for citrus fruit, but these oranges had been on sale and they’d add a lot of girth to her belly, so she’d suffer through the whole bag she’d gotten. Plus they’d likely make her belly lumpy instead of the usual solid orb, which a select subset of her audience really liked. She also didn’t mind it. She imagined a lumpy belly would be similar to how a prey-filled belly would feel, which got her a little excited…

While it was terrible, Cass was pleased with the results after she managed to get down every damnable orange. Her gut was heavy and tight once more but did indeed have several distinct lumps all over it where the oranges hadn’t sunken into the slurry of other foods. She decided to take a break from her stuffing to pay attention to her chat for a moment. That was when she noticed that one of her viewers was keeping a very detailed list of what she’d eaten so far, how much it probably weighed, and… how much more she had left to eat.

“W-Wow, Toothy Attendant, that’s, uh… really helpful. Thanks.” Cass pursed her lips. According to that viewer, she had eaten about twenty-two pounds of food, and the donations she’d gotten meant she needed to eat… eight and a half pounds more. Ah, scratch that - nine pounds more. Az had donated again to ask another question. Cool. Cass’ plan was working, but a little better than she’d intended. She’d already made most of what she’d make in a normal stream minus private commissions afterward but her viewers showed no signs of slowing down their ‘generosity’. She was only half an hour in when she usually streamed for hours. If this kept going, Cass might really end up being immobile after her meal…

“Alright, so, uh… right, question time.” Cass cleared her head of her worries. She was sure her audience’s pockets would run out before the space inside of her did… right? “I’ll do the same this time as last since I don’t think I can fit much more up top, so here’s your courtesy warning again, guys.”

After once again pushing the contents of her human belly down into her lamia half, resulting in many burps that brought the gross taste of citrus back to her mouth, Cass grimaced and took a few heavy swigs from a gallon of milk that had become lukewarm to cleanse her palette. “Ok, Az donated again to ask… my favorite moment from a past stream?” Cass considered for a moment while taking a few more big gulps of milk. “Oooh, there’s a lot, but… I really enjoyed the liquid-only stream I did to celebrate five hundred subscribers. Finding out my capacity in gallons was pretty cool and I got to drink a lot of sugary drinks, which were really tasty. It was hard to drag myself out of here to go to bed when I had over twenty gallons of liquid sloshing around between my two stomachs, though. Plus I had to keep going to the bathroom constantly for the next couple of days.”

Ironically, just as Cass finished reminiscing about that, she finished off her gallon of milk. That had been a hefty chunk of weight done since liquids were deceptively heavy. Still, she had… “Jesus, you guys are loving this, huh? I just can’t seem to catch up no matter how much I put away. I guess I’ll need to start really eating now. That’s fine, though. I was starting to really get hungry~.”

With her belly sloshing noisily from all that milk, Cass tore into a pack of chicken legs and sucked them down whole, bone and all. She swore she could hear the tasty legs splashing into all that milk inside her belly~. After licking her fingers clean of juices, Cass picked up a plate of sandwiches that only had slices of different deli meats and cheeses in them. Again, she couldn’t exactly chew, so she ate each one by mushing them into a ball of bread, meat, and cheese, then popping them into her mouth and swallowing them just like the oranges before. She wasn’t sure how well they’d stay in ball form down there in her milky belly, but if she was lucky, maybe they’d make her gut all lumpy again~.

Jeez, Cass was already getting full again. She didn’t normally eat this fast, instead taking her time to play with and tease chat, but she didn’t want to fall too far behind the donations. She let out a long belch while grabbing a big bunch of bananas, then began to swallow them one by one. Again, normally she’d be more flirty with them, eyeing chat and tracing the long bulge with a finger as it descended into her belly, but she was now fifteen pounds behind and still losing ground. She didn’t have time for playing with her food right now.

Before long, Cass was leaning against her table and panting with her third fully swollen belly of the day. As expected, the sandwich balls had lost their form in the milk, but that was fine. She was still getting plenty of hefty *ga-lunk* sounds from her gut that made her shiver in excitement and she was sure her audience loved it as well. Before emptying her belly out again, she let her audience get a good listen while quickly scanning the donation list for more questions.

“Another question… Do I know any other demihuman streamers? Do you mean ones that do the same sort of thing as me?” Cass blinked. “Not personally, no, but in general… I know there’s an arachne that does some weird vore roleplay stuff, an ushi who makes a show of drinking a ton of her own milk, and a succubus that’ll do any kink for a price and that’s done inflations and stuffings before. I don’t really want to know them either - no offense to them at all. I just don’t really play well with others. I’ve only got a couple of friends IRL and don’t want or need any others.”

After another emptying, Cass was starting to feel a little sluggish. She normally ate for show and taste, not weight, so she wasn’t used to her serpentine half already feeling so bloated and heavy so early on. She still had so much more she needed to eat and drink, too…

Well, fuck it! Cass grinned manically as she grabbed the partially emptied pot of chocolate and heaved it up to her mouth again, chugging the rich sugary sludge at a much faster rate than last time. Bring on the donations, bitches! Cass would take all comers! Ten more pounds, twenty, forty, eighty - it didn’t matter! Cass would eat until she popped if she had to! She was gonna give her degenerate viewers the experience that they were paying for! Her tattoo was worth it, damnit!

Also, she was hitting that base level of fullness that sent tingles up and down her long spine. Cass slurped up the last of the rich chocolate, did a pass over as much of the pot her long tongue could reach, and slammed the empty cookware back down onto the table. She let out a sweet-smelling burp as the hot chocolate bubbled and gurgled inside her already re-rounded belly. Then the chocolate was forgotten as Cass’ eyes swept over the rest of her food selections. She had a whole bunch of cheap meats, a few more family-sized boxes of sugary cereals, another box of donuts, what was probably a couple of gallons of heavy shakes, a heap of pasta dishes (which she didn’t usually go for, but hey; carbs heavy, right?), and a whole hoard of various drinks that she’d originally brought in just in case she needed some quick and easy extra weight. And, if she really needed to, she still had some emergency food out in the kitchen. She wasn’t sure if she’d be able to move to get the emergency food if she needed it, but that was a problem for an older, heavier Cass. As for current Cass…

Cass licked her chocolatey lips and snatched a large pack of cod fillets from the pile of meats. She had a lot of donations to live up to, so it was time to make good on her promise~.

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*HuUOOOooOOO-OOoooouuuUUUUUUUuuUUUUURRRRRRP!*

“OooOoooOoh, f-fuck meeeee…”

Cass lay sprawled on her back on top of her streaming table, empty dishes and food packaging piled up around her. Her whole body was aching from how absurdly full she was. She didn’t think she had ever been this full in her entire life - and considering she’d once bought, prepared, and eaten an entire pig on stream once, that was really saying something.

The pale, globular ball that stuck straight up from Cass’ middle was the truest example of how overfull she was that Cass could give. At the end of a stream, Cass’ human belly was usually either flat or somewhat bloated from some food being left over inside it. Now, though, it pulsed and groaned from how tightly packed it was. Cass panted and belched again, then tried for what must’ve been the seventh time to relieve herself from her tummy’s agony. She gently massaged her lower belly, trying to coax her stomach muscles into cooperating, while determinedly pushing down on her taut, squeaky upper belly. And again, for the seventh time, Cass’ back arched as a series of agonizingly delicious spasms wracked her middle from the extra pressure, then…

Nothing.

Cass slumped back down and groaned plaintively. The reason for her upper belly’s suffering was because… Cass was just that full. Her lower body was bloated and distended to the point that she couldn’t even lift it if she wanted to. The only reason she was still up on the table was that she knew that the moment she tried to move, her body would fall to the floor under its own weight and she’d be stuck on the floor for the foreseeable future. Her lamia belly physically could not accept any more food, which was why her human belly was standing tall and round above her.

Oh, and of course, her stream was still on during all of this. She wanted to turn it off, but she literally couldn’t. She couldn’t reach her computer. She might be able to reach it if she dragged herself across the floor, but she’d weighed the options in her head. Leave her stream on while she was too stuffed and bloated to move and let her viewers watch her struggle to get up, or get clipped dragging herself across the floor like a slob… yeah, she preferred the first option. At least that was kinda horny and would get her more donations. The dragging thing just seemed kinda… sad.

So here Cass lay, trapped by her own greed. Hey, at least she’d managed to outpace the donations at some point. She grinned loopily and hiccupped, her belly wobbling the slightest bit from the sudden outburst. She squinted over at her computer screen to read the screen. Her chat had calmed down quite a bit since Cass had finally collapsed onto the table while chugging down her last gallon of sweet tea. Now it was just a few regulars left chatting with each other and taking bets on when Cass would be able to end the stream.

“I told you g-guys alre-*UOOORP* already…” Cass groaned, stroking her swollen flank gently. “I’m not going anywhere until at least- *HIC!* tonight…”

A new message. Oh look, it was Toothy Attendant again with the final total. According to them, Cass had managed to down… “Jesus Christ, Toothy, are you being serious? One-fifty pooOOoOUUUuuUOOORP!” Cass panted and clutched her human belly, which was cramping up. Oooh, she wasn’t used to it being this full for longer than just a few minutes before she reset and ti went down into her lower belly… “Th-That’s, like, a whole person’s weight in food… H-Holy shit…”

Cass grinned stupidly and closed her eyes. The food coma was starting to hit really hard now. She’d wanted to stay awake and talk for a while to make up for not being able to take the usual post-stream commissioned videos from her regulars, but… she was fading fast… she hoped they’d understand…

A whole person’s weight… in her bellies… hehehe… Cass had never been so full before… she could get used... to this…

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Made it! Just barely, but still -  where I live, it's not the 5th, yet, so SAFE!

I had the idea to have Cass do a stream where she ate and answered questions a long time ago, but I thought it'd be cooler to do it with ACTUAL questions from actual people, so I held off on the idea until now. 

Then while writing the fic, I realized just how much space answering the questions takes up and how it kinda detracts from the flow of the fic. It was a cool idea in concept, but in practice... I don't think I'll be doing it again, tbh, lol.

Hopefully y'all still enjoy the fic though! And to the people who asked questions - I tried to answer them as accurately and in character as possible while making them natural for the fic. Thanks again for helping me with this dumb little idea~.