Chapter 2

Tara’s eyes go wide as the chair suddenly sinks a couple inches… then starts leeeeaaanning to one side and—

“OOF!.. Haha…ahahahahaha!”

The camera pans down to the nearly nude woman tumbled onto the floor, laughing and seemingly unfazed. Her pants are torn in several places and all but gone from her fat thighs. Reaching down to pull the stead from her side and, with a bit of effort, sits back up. A hand already reaching for another pizza box and pulling out more slices.

“Hahaha, I can’t believe I actually broke the chair! My god I’ve gotten so fat, I didn’t believe this would be so heavy for some reason… whatever, it’s time to keep eating!” Tara cheerfully says as she shoves the pizza into her mouth, quickly swallowing each bite and taking another.

From her current position she can’t really read the chat anymore, though as she continues to stuff herself and further expand she can still see it going quickly. The words would scroll by far too quickly to read, but the emotes are recognizable enough. Some Belly emotes, some of the newer fat rolls, or ‘BLOAT’. Fat Pog faces, of course, those were fun to make and edit, she recalls fondly. Some donations rang through, though, which was a nice change of pace.

“Keep going piggy. [TaraFatRolls]”
“Go go Tara-fattening skill! [TaraPog]”

Along with others. It’s become very clear, as she grows even fatter from her seat on the floor, that her viewers are very much invested and interested in her continued feast. Egging the obese streamer to keep eating, moaning as her skin tingles even more as the pounds continue to pack onto her growing rolls. Her fat nipples stand to attention and not just from being exposed to comfortably cool air, but undeniably from her own arousal feeling herself swell increasingly fatter and fatter.

With the second pizza now gone, she reaches for one of the few pans of the fattening pasta left to finish off. Now over 650 lbs, it’s a wonder Tara can still move at all, surprising herself as she manages to roll over slightly and reach out with one flabby arm to grab the food to pull back to herself. Legs splayed out, they still touch as their fat spreads out down to her knees, only to hold her huge belly reaching out almost as far out. Her side rolls no longer let her arms rest all the way down to her sides, the pillowy fat forcing them to rest at an angle. Behind her, her ass is no joke either, as it mimics a shelf with how far it’s spread out. A slight slope forming as it meets her back fat up to her plumped-out shoulders. Or, well, where her shoulders should be if they weren’t so buried in flab, and pushing her plumped out neck to form no less than 3 chins supporting round and cheery cheeks. Shaking as she chuckles to the camera, one chubby hand slapping her huge gut.

“Oh my god, chat. Can you believe how massive I’ve gotten? It feels so good to feel myself growing so big and soft, my skin is all tingly and mmm, I’m not even done yet.” She winks as her other hand pats the four large carryout pans of various pastas now resting against her rolls. Unaware of how they all seem to be slowly pushing more and more against the food, despite not eating at the moment. “These right here, my perverted fatty lovers, are the most caloric of my meals so far, so if some burgers, fries and pizza made me this big….” Tara trails off with a grin as chat goes nuts again. Even if she could read it, the text is scrolling too fast for her to keep up.

Must be drawing quite the crowd tonight.

Opening the first container, Tara sees it's stuffed with spaghetti and fat juicy meatballs. Licking her lips, she grabs a fork and begins to dig in, closing her eyes and leaning back slightly as the delicious flavor washes over her tongue first from the pasta then a chunk of meatball. Another bite quickly follows, a moan stopped by her closed lips but still loud enough to hit her mic. Then another, her fat rolls spreading out bigger already with each bite passing her lips. That familiar tingling spreads across her flab again. The pleasant sensation of growing heavier and softer, a welcomed feeling, spurring her hunger on to eat more and more.

The first container is soon gone, and her body was that much fatter for it. Without a second thought, the obese kink streamer begins to dig right into the next one, moans of delight and pleasure bubbling up her throat as her belly covers more and more of her lap and legs, her thighs and ass thickening and spreading wider as flab piles on. Her huge tits swell and plump on top of her growing gut. Her chat goes wild as she continues to stuff her face, as they can only guess how heavy she’s gotten.. 700 pounds? 800? Her widening rolls and deliciously fat belly and tits continue to swell fatter as finishes off the second container and grabs the final one.

Before opening it, however, she pauses and wipes some excess sauce from around her mouth, looking up into the camera. Breathing heavily, her huge chest raising up and down, as she grins up at the camera. That same tingling before as before continues to gently wash over her, warm and pleasant… she could almost swear she is still growing.

“Okay, chat, this is the last of all this… mm… fattening food. I’m not even sure I can move right now from just how… phew, excuse me… from how deliciously soft and huge I’ve gotten.” As Tara talks her chat is still scrolling too fast to see, as they watch in a mix of awe and shock as her fat spread wider and wider.

A voiced donation chimes in. “Tara, you’re still growing.”

The steadily swelling fatty smiles, oblivious to her expansion. “Of course I am, silly. I’ve still got this to finish pasta first.”

The container is opened, and with a fork starts shoveling it into her mouth. Each bite passing her lips pushes her bigger and bigger, her breasts inching down the sides of her growing belly as it swells out more and more over her thick cushioning legs and thighs. Every swallow plumping up her arms and cheeks. Tara moans with each mouthful as she feels herself growing fatter and fatter.

“God, it's so good!” She proclaims, quickly polishing off the final pan, and tossing it off to the side. Hands slapping down onto her legs-smothering belly and letting out a content sigh. Her fat rolls slowly and steadily swelling still, as she looks up to her camera with a satisfied grin. Well over 900 lbs now.

“Ah, that really hit the spot! Let me tell you, kinksters, this potion was the best one yet. I'm comfortable, satisfied, and an incredible ride feeling myself grow…”

Her fat bulges out further.

“…and swell…”

Her ass spreads further, her boobs settling onto her arms more.

“…my skin tingling as I…uh, as I…” Tara’s voice trails off as her thigh rolls press into her feet and belly touches the floor. Then more of the floor. Her gaze slowly moving down as she notices her body pushing into her hands…

And the tingling in her skin hasn't stopped.

“…I’m still getting fatter.” Tara’s words are plain, but her eyes are wide as she takes it all in. Fingers curling in to grasp and fondle her flab as it continues to grow. It suddenly begins to wobble and shake as the kink streamer tries to bend her legs, or maybe even roll over, in an attempt to stand. Her brow gets moist and sweat drips down her face as.. nothing happens.

She can’t move.

An audible donation sounds through her speakers. “Hey, Tara, I think you’re too fat to move now.”

“…Shit, you’re right.” Tara stops her struggle, her fat still jiggling for a moment. “But what the hell, why am I still growing? I-- w-why does it…”

The streamer’s expansion seems to be steadily speeding up, her skin tingling as she continues to grow fatter and fatter. The desk she was sitting at shakes as her belly presses into, then under it and starts to lift it up. Turning her head as best she can, given her neck and shoulder fat piling up more and more under her chin, she can see her body spreading more and more into the living from her corner as her other side’s rolls meet the wall.

She realizes she’s well over 2,000 pounds and still growing fatter by the second. The sensation of her body expanding and stretching and growing more and more full flooding her brain with pleasure.

“Oh gods, chat, chat are you still with me? I’m growing so big… so fat… mmm. I-I should be... freaking out… I didn’t…”

“TARA?!” the familiar voice comes from the other side of the quickly shrinking room, as a wide-eyed and understandably bewildered Nadia tries to take in the massive growing dark-skinned blob that is her roommate.

“N-Nadia?? NADIA! Help me, I’m – mmm – I’m growing so big!” Tara cries out, her eyes shut and cheeks flushed rosy as she tries to fight her enjoyment. The more logical part of her brain screaming ‘THIS ISN’T NORMAL! THIS IS NOT NORMAL!!’ as it probably should. Yet losing the battle.

“W-well,” Nadia clearly trying to think considering how quickly her roommate is filling the room, already past 3,000 lbs and climbing. “I don’t know why this is happening! You only took a sip of that potion right?”

“…”

“Right?!”< br>
Nadia can’t see Tara’s face right now, what with her ballooning fat rolls being in the way, but a look of both realization and dread wash over her as she finally remembers what Nadia said earlier:

“Just remember to only sip a little bit. The potion’s pretty potent, and I’ll need to dilute it next time I make some.”

“Uh…n-no.” Tara admits after a moment, her fat filling half the room now and putting pressure on the walls and ceiling.

“No?!”

“I…I drank the whole thing. I couldn’t remember, I’m sorry!”

Nadia is stunned and speechless, stuck watching her streamer roommate rapidly swelling fatter and fatter, quickly filling the room as walls begin to audibly crack and bend outwards. 10,000 pounds, 12,000 pounds. 14,000. How quickly she grows, leaving Nadia wondering what happened. Where did she go wrong?

Then she hears Tara’s voice.

“Ch-chat, I… I can’t stop g-growing fatter and it… mmm it feels so good!” she moans, as she bursts out of the living room and into others, the walls and floors bulging and crumbling, cracking and breaking.

Nadia climbs onto her roommate’s growing flab as she swells bigger and bigger, hanging on for dear life as she watches the house break apart and crumble around her massive fattening body. Looking up, she notices Tara’s laptop somehow, impossibly, surviving the destruction of their home and… is-is she still streaming??

Did the router somehow not get crushed?

It’s hard to get a handhold or foothold with the expanding blubber underneath, like climbing a mountain of clouds or pillows, but she slowly begins to crawl upward. Tara, in the meantime, has her eyes closed as she continues to swell bigger and fatter. Her massive belly and sides bloating visibly outward, smothering the yards foot by foot. The incredible tingling in her skin not letting up as it easily stretches over hundreds of pounds of fat filling her out more and more every second.

“M-more…make me… fatter…” she moans as her flab presses into, onto and quickly over her neighbor’s homes. The panicked screams and tire screeches of her fleeing neighbors don’t reach her ears, the blobbified kink streamer having fully submitted to the feelings and enjoyment of feeling herself grow fatter and fatter. The pleasure so intense she finds herself not wanting it to end to the point she would moan for more.

“Gods… chat… it feels too good. I don’t… I need more… f-fatter…fuck…” she moans.

“Tara! …Damn, girl, you’re getting so fat it’s hard to climb. T-Tara!” Nadia calls out, dodging to one side as her roommate’s massive breast rolls past right above her head as she feels her rolls shake and quake suddenly. Looking up, her eyes go wide as her roommate’s massive brown fattened rolls is all she can see for several blocks.

Continuing her climb, another two hours pass before she finally reaches the “peak” of Mount Tara Melkins. Flopping onto her back, the now mountainous blob’s roommate and business partner lets herself sink into the fat near Tara’s face. The latter of which is nearly unrecognizable, with her cheeks swollen and merged into her neck and shoulder fat completely surrounding her face. Her eyes are finally open, but her plumped-up lips are parted slightly. Small moans coming from the massive blob of the streamer.

Nadia sits up, mouth agape as she surveys just how massively fat Tara’s become. Her rolls stretch for miles, perpetually jiggling and wobbling in the breeze, yet piled up to lift them several stories high. Several city blocks are smothered under her blubber, her massive tits resting comfortably on her rolls, each one the size of a house. Her thighs are not visible under all the fat, her ass like rolling hills.

At a guess, Tara must weigh over 100 tons.

“N-Nadia…” the blob moans softly.

“Yeah, Tara?” the skinny woman answers instinctively, still trying to take her all in.

“Please don’t hate me, but... I-I’m hungry.”