For the Camera

Chapter 1 - Before

The sun beat down on the shimmering surface of the pool, casting reflections that danced across the stone patio. Dakota stretched out on a lounger, her bronzed skin glistening under the midday light. A half-empty carton of heavy cream sat on the small glass table beside her. She picked it up and tipped it to her lips, letting the liquid spill out.

“Oh my God,” she groaned, her voice thick with exaggerated exhaustion. “I can’t believe how much I’ve eaten today. I feel so full…”

With a dramatic sigh, she arched her back and rubbed her stomach. She thrust it out to give the illusion of a bloated belly, fingers trailing over her skin as if she were truly stuffed. “I’m getting so huge! And it’s all your fault.” Her voice dropped to a sultry whisper.

She tipped the carton again, letting the thick white liquid dribble down her chin and neck, sliding over her collarbone before pooling between her breasts. A pleased moan escaped her as she ran her hands up her sides, fingers grazing the strings of her tiny white bikini. "I just can’t stop… I'm such a greedy little piggy," she said, drawing out each word.

“You guys love seeing me like this, don’t you?” she purred, rubbing her stomach slowly. “Mmm, can’t wait to show you what I look like in a few more weeks...” She threw her head back, closing her eyes as if she could feel herself growing with every gulp. "I'm just so fat already... I bet you can't believe what you're doing to m—"

Chase exhaled sharply and dragged the timeline back, trimming the audio to tighten the edit. The poolside moans echoed faintly in his headphones. His thumb hovered over the playback key for a second before he scrubbed through the clip again, this time pausing on a shot where she relaxed to take a breath and the "cream" dribbled down his girlfriend’s toned abs.

He cut it out. The magic of editing.

The liquid she drank wasn’t even heavy cream, just water mixed with white food dye and a bit of thickener. He knew because he was the one who made it, at her request. Dakota never let anything so indulgent pass her lips. And her belly? Just a bit of posturing and a carefully angled push of her stomach.

Chase leaned back in his chair, glancing around the office-slash-studio Dakota had carved out of one of the spare bedrooms. It was a sleek space; glass-top desk, custom neon sign reading “DAKOTA LIVE,” and high-end lighting equipment crammed into the corners.

The rest of the house wasn’t much different: marble countertops in the kitchen, imported furniture in the living room, a walk-in closet filled with designer clothes she hardly wore. Their home felt more like a photo shoot backdrop than a place to live. Everywhere he looked, there were signs of her success, framed magazine covers featuring her early modeling work, expensive candles she’d never lit, and unopened boxes from high-end brands.

He scrolled back through her previous clips, each one carefully curated to show off just enough supposed "gain." Not too much to scare off her old followers, but enough to hook a new niche audience, the ones who liked to see beautiful women let themselves go.

“Hot, right?”

Chase jumped, spinning in his chair to find Dakota standing in the doorway, sipping on a bottle of green juice. She stood there, effortlessly gorgeous. Her long, perfectly straightened hair fell over one shoulder and her crop top clung to her toned torso, not a trace of the "bloat" she’d flaunted in the video. Her abs were perfectly defined, her skin smooth and glowing under the warm light of the room. She gave him a sly grin as she leaned against the doorframe.

“You scared me,” Chase muttered, shaking his head as he pulled off his headphones.

She sauntered into the room, her grin widening. “So? How’s it looking?”

Chase glanced at the paused video on the monitor. “You know… convincing, I guess.”

Dakota laughed, settling onto the edge of the desk and tossing her empty juice bottle into the bin to her right. “Those feeders are gonna eat it up. They’re so obsessed with me.”

Chase’s brow furrowed. “I still don’t get it. Don’t you already have, like, a ton of subscribers? Why do you even need to do this?”

Dakota waved a hand dismissively. “Who cares? It’s just money. All I have to do is pretend to get fat, and they throw cash at me. Go nuts for it.”

He wanted to argue, but she wasn’t wrong. Her subscriber count had exploded since she’d started her little feedism grift. She played the role perfectly, riding the line between fitness model and indulgent glutton, throwing herself into the role with the same precision she applied to everything else in her life. Strategic lighting, clever angles, and subtle Photoshop tweaks all made it look like she was growing heavier by the day.

“Plus, they’re getting what they want, and I’m getting paid.” Dakota stood up and leaned forward, scrolling through her OnlyFans dashboard on her phone. She swiped through her recent comments, reading a few aloud. “‘Dakota, you’re so beautiful no matter how big you get.’ Ugh, gag me.” She made a face and kept scrolling. “‘You’re turning into my dream girl.’ Yeah, right.”

She rolled her eyes and tossed the phone onto the desk, flopping onto the armchair in the corner beside him. “Seriously, they’re eating it up. I bet they prefer seeing me over those actual fat girls anyway. You know, the ones who can barely get off the couch? God, I could never.”

Chase frowned but said nothing. She’d been making snide comments about plus-sized models ever since she started faking her gain. He knew she had no respect for the lifestyle she was pretending to adopt. To her, it was just a game, something to milk for cash until the trend dried up.

She slid off the armchair and walked over to him, perching on the edge of his chair. Her slim fingers traced down his arm. “And you love me this way too, right?”

Chase smiled, melting a little at her touch. “Of course, baby,” he replied, pulling her in closer.

And he did, in a way. Dakota was undeniably beautiful—her lean curves, toned muscles, and flawless skin made her easy to admire. She was his dream girl. But lately, it was getting harder to overlook the arrogance that came with it. Her attitude was tough to swallow. Lately, it seemed like everything was a performance, a transaction. Still, he loved her, and would do anything for her. Even if he was called a simp or cuck by his buddies or the jealous, thirsty men online. She was his, and nothing would change that.

Dakota giggled, a smile spreading across her face. “I know you do,” she said happily as she kissed him on the lips. She leaned to his ear, her voice a playful whisper. “And don’t worry, babe. I’ll never end up like those other girls. I’ll never get fat.”