For the Camera

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 don’t know how they live like that.”

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.”

After

Dakota sat on their plush couch, her naked body sprawling comfortably as she indulged in the remnants of a feast. Her 350-pound frame looked impossibly large against the backdrop of the sleek, minimalist living room, where expensive decor clashed with the gluttonous chaos of half-eaten food. A prominent double chin framing her face as she held a slice of pizza in both hands, lifting one to her lips with a soft moan.

As she took a generous bite, her stuffed belly jiggled delightfully, the movement accentuated by the rhythm of Chase's fingers working beneath her. His arm was half-obscured under her belly as he expertly massaged her clit, fingers moving in and out with precision, the rest of him just off camera. With each chew, she sighed in pleasure, the rich, greasy cheese and tangy sauce overwhelming her senses.

“Mmm, oh God,” she murmured between bites, “I can’t believe how full I am… but I just need more.” Dakota threw her head back against the cushions, lost in the sensation of both food and his touch.

“That feel good, babe?” Chase whispered, his fingers teasing her sensitive spots, feeling her arch into him as she moaned in response.

“Mmm, yes…” she gasped, her voice thick with indulgence, “it feels so good.” She took another massive bite of pizza, her eyes fluttering shut as she savored the flavors. She leaned into Chase, and he could feel her body react, each jolt of pleasure rippling through her flesh as he continued to pleasure her.

Dakota was nearing the end of what had once been two large pizzas, the cheese-stuffed crusts of the last few slices all that remained in her chubby hands. With every bite, her moans grew louder, punctuated by stifled burps that escaped her lips, adding to the chorus of her huge binge. “Oh, fuck,” she panted, “what’s happened to me? How did I get so fat?”

Chase glanced at her, taking in the sight of her glorious, swollen form. The plushness of her body was intoxicating. Her breasts, full and heavy, spilled over onto her belly, the flesh softening around her underarms. The sheer size of her thighs had grown thicker, pressing against his hand as she shifted, and he felt a thrill of desire surge through him.

She continued, “I’m just going to get bigger and bigger,” her voice a mixture of disbelief and exaggeration. Even as she put on a show for the camera, Chase could see that there was a spark in her eyes, her enjoyment was unmistakable. Not just from his actions but from the act of gorging herself.

As she polished off the last slice, she leaned back on her hands, her massive belly stretching proudly in front of her. A look of discomfort spread across her face as she breathed heavily. “I–uunnnh–I can’t believe I ate so much,” she breathed, moaning between words. “I’m so full.” She rubbed her belly gently, reveling in the sensation as she bucked her hips in rhythm with his movements. “I just can’t help myself… I’ve turned into such a fat pig.”

Chase quickened his pace, his fingers moving faster, eager to heighten her pleasure as he brought her closer to the edge. Dakota’s moans grew louder, her pleasure evident as she writhed in response to his touch, rippling and jiggling with every stroke. “Ohh, yes, just like that…” she moaned, losing herself in the moment.

Finally, with a series of quick, expert movements, she reached her peak, a shuddering wave of satisfaction coursing through her body as she let out a low, ecstatic moan. Chase slipped his arm away from the camera’s view as she came down from her high, her breath coming in short gasps.

With a delirious, food-hazed smile, Dakota sat up straight, the sheer mass of her belly filling the space between her thighs. She adjusted herself, a loud burp escaping her lips as she clutched her belly. “Oh my God, I’m such a mess,” she giggled, looking back at the camera with a glint of mischief in her eyes. “Whoo…” She breathed out as she gave her belly a few rubs, jiggling it lazily.

She took a moment to compose herself, leaning forward slightly to address her audience. “Look at how fat you’re making me,” she said with a playful pout. “I’ll see you all next time… I have more food to eat.” She waved goodbye with a wink, her smile radiant as she wrapped up the video.

Chase clicked off the camera and dimmed her studio lights as Dakota sank back into the couch. Her eyebrows furrowed, and he watched as the fake smile evaporated from her face. She groaned, rubbing her gut, the satisfaction of the meal quickly giving way to discomfort. “That was so much,” she muttered, a hint of regret lacing her voice.

In the kitchen, Chase grabbed a bottle of water, the cool plastic comforting against his palm. “Want one?” he called, turning to face her.

Dakota nodded. “Sure,” she replied, her expression still pained. She sat up more and paused for a moment before adding, “Hey, could you bring the boneless wings we got with the pizza?”

Chase raised an eyebrow. “I thought you were full,” he said, his voice casual but tinged with amusement.

“I am,” she said quickly. “But we can’t just waste them.”

“You’re supposed to be on a diet, remember?” But he was already reaching for a bottle of ranch from the fridge.

“Just bring the wings, would you?” Dakota replied, annoyed. She hiccuped from fullness, her fat body bouncing slightly from the movement.

Chase smirked and grabbed the wings, ranch, and a liter-sized bottle of soda, ignoring the stir in his pants.

He had hoped that Dakota’s gain would make her softer, maybe a bit nicer, but she was still as arrogant as ever, convinced she could lose the weight whenever she wanted. “I’m not as far gone as other plus-sized models,” she’d say, always pointing out the biggest ones to compare herself to. But she was more far gone than she wanted to believe. He didn’t think she’d ever admit that she enjoyed it all, even if it was obvious to him. Not that Chase minded; he’d come to terms long ago with the fact that he found her attractive at any size. He didn’t know if it was the casual way she treated him, the occasional bursts of affection, or the way people online worshiped her. There was just… something about her. No matter what she did, she was still his dream girl.

Chase set the food down on the coffee table and plopped down on the couch next to Dakota, patting her stomach playfully. She ignored him, and immediately reached for the wings.

“Ugh, I shouldn’t be eating this,” she murmured under her breath, but the sound of crunching echoed as she popped one in her mouth anyway.

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