You're Gonna Be Huge Part 5

Why can I not stop writing gigantic stories? I really need to start focusing on like comic-style pages or something. I feel like I’m doing more telling than showing at this point.

Anyway, here’s the final part of the story! I hope you all enjoyed it. You may notice that, as suggested in the last part of the story, Elle is also starting to fill out a little here.

The time skip between the last scene and this scene have been kind to her, I guess.

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As the months went on, Anne’s following exploded, but eventually plateaued. While she had plenty of followers, her waistline was ballooning up to massive proportions and her content started getting shadow-banned because of it. She was also starting to get negative comments about her size that were starting to weigh on her. She had really gotten into it now, and yearned for the approval of her fanbase as much as she had yearned for her friendship with Elle. About a year in, as they had finished up another live stream, Elle decided to enact the master stroke of her plan. Anne was looking a little forlorn, and said flatly, “There were a ton of people in there calling me a fatass again,” she paused for a moment before continuing, “I don’t know if I can continue to deal with all this negativity Elms.” Elle saw her opportunity, “You know, Ams,” she started, “there are sites where you could take your videos where the fanbase will exclusively praise you like the goddess you are.”

Anne’s ears perked up at this, “What do you mean?” she asked. Elle knew she had gotten her hooked, “I mean, there are a ton of people online who would absolutely throw globs of money at you just for eating as much as you can while praising you for it. I’d imagine that a lot of them are already watching, it would just be a matter of moving over to a community that’s less likely to be negative about your content.” Anne thought about this for a minute before it all clicked, “Are you saying you want me to do fat girl kink stuff?” Elle froze, Oh shit, I didn’t think she’d catch on that fast, she thought. She tried to backpedal a little, “WellYouWouldn’tHaveToBeNakedOrAnythingAndYou’dControlAllTheVideosThatYouMakeAndYouCouldBanAnybodyWhoWasBeingNegativeAnd-“ Anne cut her off, “Elle, it’s okay, I’m not trying to say it’s a bad thing, I just wanted to be clear about where you were going with this.”

Elle was actually a little stunned. She didn’t realize that Anne would be receptive to it at all if she knew what kind of content it was going to be right off the bat. After a moment Elle replied, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make it sound like I was trying to trick you, but yes, that’s the kind of content I’d suggest you go into.” Anne gave her a slightly stern look. Elle was nervous for a minute. Would she go for it? Or would she just want to stay with the same content she’d been making? Anne’s mouth slowly curved into a smile before she cracked the silence, “You know what? I’ll bet it would be a more lucrative option. And for the record,” she gave a pointed stare at Elle, “I’m not opposed to being naked on camera.” Elle’s heart did a backflip. Anne would finally be making the kind of content Elle wanted to see her do this whole time! They made plans for a live stream. It would be the biggest “mukbang” livestream that Anne would have done to date, but this time they would be billing it as a stuffing event. They posted on some sites that had already been sharing screencaps of Anne’s channels, and generated a ton of buzz in the community.

When the time of the livestream came, they were ready. Anne was going to eat as much as she could possibly handle, while Elle brought it to her. Elle’s fame also drew in a lot of buzz, as nobody would have possibly guessed that she would be helping out in this endeavor. They set up the kitchen, lights glowing, camera ready to roll. Elle looked at Anne and gave her one last out, “You sure you’re ready for this?” Anne sat in her chair, and gave a confident look back at Elle, “Of course.” She could tell that Elle was clearly into this, and decided to enact a part of the research she had done for this stream, “Elms, by the way, after you’ve brought me a few plates could you paint the words ‘Fat Pig’ on my tummy?” Elle couldn’t help but almost moan, “oh, fuck yes.” They got everything prepared, hit the live button, and greeted the crowd. Elle started bringing out food for Anne, whose mouth was watering at every plate she was brought. She took down meal after meal, rapidly expanding her already-massive midsection over the course of their 2 hour event. Even as she starting to feel a little full, Anne couldn’t help but stare at each plate that Elle brought her as though she hadn’t eaten for weeks. Elle was loving every second of it, devilishly smiling on the inside that she had a hand in turning this lifelong friend of hers from a shy, chubby foodie into an FA’s wet dream. For the real main event of the stream, however, they had decided they would measure Anne out. Anne had suggested starting small and gradually get to the bigger areas. Elle was impressed. Between this and the body paint she could tell that Anne already understood how to tease her audience. 

Once they ran out of food, they started measuring, beginning with the smallest measurement: bicep. Elle somewhat struggled to get the measuring tape around Anne’s flabby arm in a way that actually measured it and didn’t just squish it. When she finally got it, it was 18” around. They moved onto her thighs next: 38.5”. Elle debated whether Anne’s bust or her hips would be larger. Either way, she thought, her underbust is going to be smaller than her hips, so I’ll go for bust measurement next. “Lift up your boobs, I need to get under them,” she said. Anne complied and lifted up her massive breasts. Elle snuck the tape measure as far under as she could get it, which came out to 44.5”. “Wow, your stomach even affected your band size, girl,” Elle said, impressed, “Okay now you can set them back down.” Again, Anne complied, letting her boobs flop back down to rest on her stomach, and Elle stretched the tape measure around them. 57.5”, almost to the end of the tape measure. Elle did some math before saying (mostly for the camera), “44.5 inch underbust gives us a 46 band size, and your boobs are 57.5 inches which is 13 bigger than your underbust, so that gives us a bra size of…” she paused for dramatic effect, “46M.” Anne’s jaw dropped a little at that number. THAT’S GIGANTIC, she thought. Anne hadn’t thought that this would be the type of thing that she’d be into as well, but she couldn’t help but feel the slightest bit horny from all this information.

They then moved on to her hips, where it was a struggle for Anne to lift her gut up high enough so Elle could get a good measurement, but she finally got it. 60”, the full length of the tape. Elle had already been highly turned on by the stuffing segment of the stream, and knew the fans were going to love this. “I-… I need to go grab another tape measure,” she stammered out. Anne blushed. She only hoped that this video would do as well as Elle thought it would. Elle came back with a 120” tape measure, hoping that this would be enough for everything. “Okay,” Elle started, and stared into the camera, “are you guys ready for the big reveals?” The chat was going wild. Donations were flying. “I’ll take that as a yes,” Elle concluded. She wrapped the tape around Anne’s massive waist, trying to find the smallest point on it. “Okay, here’s the narrowest point on your waist,” Elle announced after a few moments, “looks like… 72 inches.” Anne’s face glowed red, and though the voice in her head screamed THAT’S THE SMALLEST POINT? she couldn’t help but be even more turned on than before. Elle smirked and whispered into Anne’s ear, “I’m as excited to see the next one as the chat is. Can you push your stomach out any further than it is?” Anne whispered back, “I think you can tell that I’m stretched too far to do that… but I’ll try.” Elle gave a little quiver as she measured the thickest point on Anne’s stomach, “and here we’ve got…” as she found the number, Anne obtained some manner of otherworldly control over her body and relaxed her stomach muscles a little further, pushing the tape out another inch. The chat was exploding. Donations had already paid for Anne’s mortgage for the year. Elle could barely contain herself as she exclaimed the final result, “88.5 inches!” Anne couldn’t even believe what she heard. She was amazed that this much fat had managed to stick to her after only a year of this.

Ehey then moved on to her hips, where it was a struggle for Anne to lift her gut up high enough so Elle could get a good measurement, but she finally got it. 60”, the full length of the tape. Elle had already been highly turned on by the stuffing segment of the stream, and knew the fans were going to love this. “I-… I need to go grab another tape measure,” she stammered out. Anne blushed. She only hoped that this video would do as well as Elle thought it would. Elle came back with a 120” tape measure, hoping that this would be enough for everything. “Okay,” Elle started, and stared into the camera, “are you guys ready for the big reveals?” The chat was going wild. Donations were flying. “I’ll take that as a yes,” Elle concluded. She wrapped the tape around Anne’s massive waist, trying to find the smallest point on it. “Okay, here’s the narrowest point on your waist,” Elle announced after a few moments, “looks like… 72 inches.” Anne’s face glowed red, and though the voice in her head screamed THAT’S THE SMALLEST POINT? she couldn’t help but be even more turned on than before. Elle smirked and whispered into Anne’s ear, “I’m as excited to see the next one as the chat is. Can you push your stomach out any further than it is?” Anne whispered back, “I think you can tell that I’m stretched too far to do that… but I’ll try.” Elle gave a little quiver as she measured the thickest point on Anne’s stomach, “and here we’ve got…” as she found the number, Anne obtained some manner of otherworldly control over her body and relaxed her stomach muscles a little further, pushing the tape out another inch. The chat was exploding. Donations had already paid for Anne’s mortgage for the year. Elle could barely contain herself as she exclaimed the final result, “88.5 inches!” Anne couldn’t even believe what she heard. She was amazed that this much fat had managed to stick to her after only a year of this.

They finished out the stream, and got all cleaned up. Elle helped Anne back into the tent coverings she now considered “clothes” and they said their goodbyes. “You did fantastic tonight Ams,” Elle beamed. Anne had a tired smile on her face, “Thanks Elms, it was a lot of fun. Let’s brainstorm on the next one in a couple days,” almost on cue, her stomach let out a loud noise, “I’m going to need to lay around and do nothing tomorrow so that I can digest all this.” Anne went up to bed. As she laid down, her brain finally processed what Elle had said earlier: 560lbs. She had more than doubled her weight in a year. As the memory of Elle’s words released in her brain, she couldn’t help but slide her hand down under the pile of fat she’d accumulated around her. It was a struggle to reach between her legs, but she eventually got there and relieved the horniness she’d built up all day for the rest of the night. By the time she finally felt satisfied with how “relieved” she was, the sun was coming up. She drifted off to sleep with the thought, that ought to burn off some calories.

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