Chapter 2 - The lonely model

Rana's heart still raced as she walked into her apartment, the encounter with Marco had left her in a daze of arousal, and she felt a tingling sensation throughout her body. It had been months since anyone had made her feel this way in person, and the mix of embarrassment and excitement was intoxicating. And, she hadn't felt such a spark with someone for so long. With a sigh, she set down her bags of groceries in her bedroom, the familiar space that doubled as her online studio. He would never love her, she thought, not if he would see this. Her life was lonely, and it was her own fault.

As she made her way to her bedroom, she started to remove her tight-fitting clothes. With each piece she discarded, her body seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. Her breasts, once confined by her bra, now spilled out freely, bouncing and jiggling with every movement. Peeling off her tight jeans took some real effort, given how they clung to her thighs and hips. But when the denim slid down, her butt cheeks jiggled freely, like two soft pillows being released from confinement. The sight in the mirror was mesmerizing. She paused to admire her reflection, hands tracing the curves that had developed over the past months. Her once-flat belly now protruded slightly, soft and rounded, adorned with a collection of angry red stretch marks that made her body look like an overripe fruit, that was ready to burst. They were a testament to the rapid change her body had undergone, and they fascinated her.

Slipping into her lingerie, she felt the silky fabric stretch over her fuller figure. The bra struggled to contain her swollen breasts, while the panties dug tightly into her fleshy hips. She moved in front of her camera setup, the soft lighting capturing every curve, every imperfection. Her followers loved this, the raw realness of her weight gain journey. It was her life now, and she couldn't leave this, even if she wanted to.

Rana sat down, and her belly bulged forward, the soft mound pressing against her thighs. The stretch marks seemed even more prominent in this position, their reddish hue stark against her olive skin.

She started her livestream, feeling the familiar thrill of being on display. The comments began pouring in, her fans eager and hungry for more. Their words of praise and adoration fueled her, but the comments of how she had ruined her beautiful body and was starting to look like a pig really turned her on. She began to eat, methodically and sensually, every bite an act of intimate connection with her audience.

Despite the digital attention, a pang of loneliness struck her. While she had the adoration of countless online followers, her real-life interactions had dwindled since she started her modeling journey. The touch of another person, the warmth of a body close to hers, the intimacy of real-life connection - these were things she missed.

She thought of Marco, his lingering gaze, the tension between them. The memory sent a shiver down her spine, igniting a flame deep within her. For the first time in a while, she felt seen, not just as an online persona but as Rana, the woman behind the screen.

She felt herself getting wetter with each mouthful, the combination of the food and the idea that she was further ruining her body overwhelmed her senses. What would Marco say if he knew her dirty secret? Would he be disgusted by her? Her heart wanted him to adore her, but a stronger, deeper pull inside her wanted him to be shocked. She wanted him to see her get so fat, that she was unrecognizable. She wanted him to save her, save her from herself. She wanted to be shamed, for the fat pig she was becoming.

She reached down, her fingers sliding over her swollen belly, dipping lower, seeking release. She imagined Marco's hands on her, his mouth on her, his body pressed against hers. The thought of him, of it would feel to be jiggled and fucked like a fat pig, pushed her over the edge, and she came, her body shaking with pleasure.