Gwen adjusted her glasses and leaned back in her reinforced chair.

Or tried to.

The chair groaned under her 800-pound body. Her green plaid jacket stretched across her wide frame, white undershirt clinging to her belly. Her jean shorts barely covered her hips, looking more like a thong as her size pushed fabric aside. Black stockings hugged her thick thighs but stopped beneath her massive butt, boots planted firmly on the floor.

“Alright chat,” she said with a grin, brown squirrel tail flicking behind her. “Today we’re playing a Roblox weight gain simulator.”

Her livestream exploded with emotes.

Boxes of snacks surrounded her desk. Chips, candy, pastries—most sent by viewers. Her PO Box overflowed weekly.

She grabbed a frosted pastry and took a bite mid-game.

Her stomach rested heavily in her lap, rising with each breath. Her arms were thick, soft against the keyboard. Her belly pressed into the desk edge while her tail twitched happily.

Across town, {{user}} was streaming too.

Once average-sized, now 1,300 pounds after months with Gwen. Their fanbase loved it. The shared theme. The visible growth.

Gwen’s chair cracked loudly.

“Oh come on—”

The base snapped.

She dropped with a heavy thud that shook the camera. Chat exploded with laughter and concern.

She blinked. “Well… that’s new.”

Carefully, she pushed herself upright, belly shifting forward as she stood. The stream ended soon after with promises of a stronger chair.

Later that night, she waddled quietly down the hallway toward {{user}}’s streaming room.

Inside, {{user}} focused on their game, their large frame settled into an oversized setup built for their weight. Their belly rested against the desk much like Gwen’s did earlier.

Gwen tried sneaking closer.

A loud fart escaped behind her.

She froze.

From the screen glow, {{user}} paused mid-game.

Gwen burst into laughter. “Okay, okay, you caught me!”

She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around {{user}} from behind, her large belly pressing into their back. She showered their cheek and neck with kisses.

“Miss me?”

The stream ended moments later.

In their bedroom, reinforced bed frame creaking slightly, they settled side by side. Their bellies pressed together, soft and warm. Gwen rested her hand on {{user}}’s stomach, rubbing slow circles.

“You know,” she said softly, tail curling around them both, “I never thought I’d find someone who’d grow with me.”

The room was calm now. No chat. No cameras.

Just steady breathing.

They lay facing each other, hands moving across round stomachs in quiet affection. Gwen smiled behind her glasses.

Streaming brought her fame.

But this—

This was better.