Chapter 3 - Tears of regret

Lying on her bed, Rana cradled her distended belly, which felt stretched and taut, swollen from the vast quantity of food she had consumed. Her belly was bigger than it ever had before, and she could only breath shallow. She could feel the tightness of her skin, the pressure inside her, like an overfilled balloon ready to burst. It was an uncomfortable fullness, but at the same time, the sensation was oddly satisfying. The bloated sensation was intense, a mixture of pain and pleasure. The thought of being stuffed like a pig being fattened was both repulsive and intoxicating. Each breath she took pushed against the fullness, and she could feel the slow churn of digestion. Her fingertips traced the stretch marks, the red lines a testament to her rapid expansion. With every session, she felt as if she was pushing her body beyond its limits, and today was no exception.

She was getting fatter with each passing day. She had only weighed 110 pounds found out about the amount of money one could earn when gaining weight for pleasure. She had thought it was a quick way to earn money until she would find a real job. Half a year later, she already weighed more than 150 pounds, which was a lot on her petite 5ft stature. At the current rate, there was a realistic chance would become morbidly obese.

A tear threatened to spill as she thought about the choices she'd made. She was trapped in a cycle she felt powerless to escape. The money and attention from her online audience were addictive, as was the act of indulging and expanding her body. The more she ate, the fatter she became, and the more her audience loved it. Their comments egged her on, praising her growing size, urging her to push her limits. Some even sent specific requests, detailing the amount she should eat, all for the promise of a hefty payout. And she complied, driven by the need for money and a twisted sense of validation: thought that she was being fattened for their pleasure was both disgusting and oddly arousing. The digital chimes of tips and comments rang out from her computer, a perverse symphony to her degradation.

As she continued to softly caress and jiggle her belly for her viewers, tears welled up in her eyes. "What has become of me?" she thought. It was a spiral she never imagined she'd find herself in. A year ago, she was a proud graduate, full of dreams and aspirations. She remembered the joy of finishing her degree in cultural studies, the hope of a bright future in the US. But reality hit hard. Being an immigrant meant facing challenges she hadn't anticipated. With the pressure to find immediate employment and the looming threat of having to return home, she had made a choice.

She had told her family of a well-paying job, a story that masked the truth of her online endeavors. The shame of her secret profession weighed on her, but the money was undeniable. She was trapped in a cycle – the more she ate, the more she earned. And a significant portion of that money was sent back home, supporting her family who believed she was thriving.

"Why do you want me to become so fat? I will soon be too disgusting for you to watch!" she said to her audience. It was earnest question, but the digital response was chimes of tips. They loved hearing her complain about how they were ruining her.

Rana continued her live stream, the soft glow of her computer screen casting her in a dim light. She felt drained, both emotionally and physically, yet her audience's insatiable appetite for her kept her going. The chime of another tip notification pulled her from her thoughts.

"Chug the soda, fatty," the message read. "Let's see that belly grow even bigger!"

She sighed, as she reached for the large bottle of soda beside her bed. Another 500 kcal, on top of everything she had eaten today. Was it 5000? Or 6000? She would definitely see new stretch marks on her fattening belly after this. "Fuck, I'm such a fat spectacle" she thought, clenching her soft thighs, feeling the heat between them intensify again. Uncapping the soda, she took a deep breath, then began to chug. The fizzy, sweet liquid rushed down her throat, and she could feel her belly swell even more, stretching her already taut skin. Each gulp was a reminder of the path she had chosen.

The digital applause was immediate. The comments flooded in, praising her dedication, her expanding size. "You're getting so big, Rana. It's so hot!" read one. "Keep going, beautiful. We love watching you grow" and "Look at you, ballooning out of control. Those stretch marks are so sexy," other chat messages read.

She drank and drank, each gulp more painful than the one before. She felt ready to explode, her belly now round like a ball. It was a sight to behold: The cute Iranian cam girl with such a pretty face and then those large tits, heavy tits, and a disproportionally fat belly, that she was utterly destroying with stretch marks. She looked almost like someone had swapped out her thin and gorgeous woman's body with that of a proper fatty. Or like as if someone had inflated her, and her audience knew that the calories she was stuffing into her poor belly would further ruin her figure.

Finally, she set the empty bottle down, gasping for breath. Her belly felt like it was on fire, the carbonation causing a riot inside her. The pressure was immense, and for a moment, she thought she might be sick. But she held it in, knowing that her audience wouldn't appreciate such a display.

Taking a moment to catch her breath, she glanced at the clock. It was late, much later than she usually streamed. "I... I think that's enough for tonight," she said, her voice soft and weary.

But before she could turn off her camera, another ping echoed, the sound of a 200$ tip.

"I've sent you a generous tip. Now, do as I ask," the message read. Rana hesitated for a moment, her cursor hovering over the close button. But she could not let down such a generous tipper, usually they kept throwing money at her if she pleased them. Rana hesitated before reading the next part of the message: "Get on all fours, facing away from the camera. I want to see how far that fat belly hangs and how you have ruined your body."

"I'm really just a pig, being fattened for your pleasure" she said, decided to give her audience one final show for the night.

She adjusted her camera angle, focusing it on the bed. The red light blinked, signaling it was still recording. Crawling on all fours, she positioned herself so that the camera captured her from behind. The dim light accentuated her curves, casting shadows that played on her soft flesh. Her expanded buttocks dominated the frame, looking even larger in this position. The view was breathtaking, her fat belly hanging heavily between her thighs. The pressure of her warm and expanded belly on her thighs was oddly arousing. "My lord, if my friends from Iran would see me like this, they would get the shock of their live" she thought, feeling truly like a pig now.

She knew this pose would drive her audience wild. The comments began flooding in, each more explicit than the last. "Such a perfect, plump ass," one comment read. "You're an absolute goddess," chimed another. "How much weight are you planning to gain?" one user asked, to which she playfully answered in text "that depends on you sweetie ;)"

A memory flashed before her eyes - the cute guy of the shop's intense gaze when he'd seen her exposed, stretch-marked belly. She remembered the hunger in his eyes, the raw desire that had taken her by surprise. The thought of him seeing her like this, in such a vulnerable and exposed state, sent a jolt of heat between her legs. She felt like livestock, a fattened cow or pig, ready for market.

The comments kept coming fast and furious, each one more degrading than the last. "Look at that fat pig," one read. "She's really let herself go," said another. "Can't believe she used to be thin," another jeered. The cruel remarks, oddly enough, stoked the flames of her arousal, making her feel both shamed and desired.

Amidst the storm of comments, one private message stood out, grabbing her attention. It read: "I'll pay you $1,000 every day if you eat 10,000 calories daily for a month - and another 20k if you complete the month without quitting. I want to see you swell up, to fatten you like a pig ready for the market."

She stared at the message, her emotions crashing over her like a wave. Just when she had thought about being a pig, ready for market, someone literally offered her a small fortune to be to fatten her like one. A whirlwind of fear, arousal, and trepidation. The very idea of being fattened like a pig for market, the thought of deliberately ruining her body for an audience's pleasure was too much. She felt herself getting wetter at the thought of being fattened, of her belly hanging down to bed.

A chill ran down her spine. The sheer audacity of the offer was both terrifying and tempting. The math was quick in her mind; she would earn $50,000 in just a month. The amount of money was too much to refuse. But the cost? It would change her life, but so would the weight gain.

Slowly, the reality of the offer sunk in. Was she even able to eat this much? If she accepted, she would undoubtedly balloon from her current 151 pounds to well over 180, crossing the threshold from merely overweight to clearly obese. The thought was terrifying, and there was a dark allure to it. She imagined herself after such a month, what such a rapid, deliberate expansion would do to her, her body soft and round, her once flawless skin ruined with the stretch marks. People would wonder, people would ask questions. Each pound would be a visible a testament to her surrender. Her health, her figure, her self-worth - all would be sacrificed on the altar of perverse desire.

How would she explain this to her family? The degradation, the gluttony, the transformation - it was all so overwhelming. She would be too fat to run, too fat for all her clothes. Everyone would notice, everyone would see how fat the slim cute girl had become. She would never be able to tell herself again that this whole modeling thing was "just a temporary solution" until she had found a real job.

A rush of emotions washed over her. The audacious offer was both horrifying and strangely enticing. Fear, excitement, lust, and apprehension formed a cocktail that left her dizzy.

With trembling fingers, she typed out her response, the weight of her decision being replaced by a strange light headedness.

--- she paused typing a private answer. This whole trip had let her here, to this point. She could do this not for just one person, but for her whole audience. If they all wanted to pay her for this, she would get rich.

Rana turned around from her all-fours position. Her large, dark eyes met the camera directly, their depth revealing a mix of fear, uncertainty, and arousal. She took a deep, shaky breath, her chest heaving, causing her ample tits to rise and fall.

"I've... I've just received an offer," she began, her voice quivering slightly. "Someone wants to pay me to... to eat so much that I will soon get really fat." She hesitated for a moment, trying to find the words to encapsulate the gravity of the situation. "They want to watch me destroy my body. To see me become a complete glutton."

She adjusted her position, sitting cross-legged on the bed. The soft, dim lighting of the room cast shadows on her body, highlighting the curves, folds, and contours of her flesh. Her bloated belly, swollen from the feast she'd indulged in earlier, protruded prominently, stretching the fabric of her lingerie to its limits. It rested heavily on her thighs, almost obscuring her pussy beneath its rounded mass. She gave it a gentle shake, the soft flesh wobbling in response, like a bowl full of jelly. The stretch marks, fresh and red, were a shocking reminder of the rapid changes her body had undergone.

"My whole body," she murmured, her voice breaking slightly, "will soon be full of these marks. And they... they will never go away." Tears welled up in her eyes, the weight of her choices pressing heavily upon her.

She leaned closer to the camera, her face filling the frame, allowing her audience to see every emotion play across her beautiful features. Tears were glistening in her eyes. "You've seen me gain all this fat already.. I'm so chubby now, even the guy at the store where I buy groceries has noticed! But this... this would be irreversible. Do you want that? Do you want to watch me sacrifice my beauty, my health, just for your pleasure?"

"Do you want to see that?" she whispered, her hands caressing the expanse of her belly. She gave it another gentle shake, then lifted it up a bit, revealing her fat pussy. It two had two red stretch already. She traced one of the more prominent stretch marks slowly, its deep red hue standing out vividly. "Look at this," she whispered, almost to herself. "This is permanent. Every mark, every new inch, every pound I gained...
"Do you want to see me turn into a human pig, to watch as I gorge myself, lose myself to this? Do you really want to see me become unrecognizable? Is this what you want?" she said with a shaky voice, a single tear running down her eye.