Ok but getting force femmed and fattened up via streaming
Starting up streaming and doing well enough, people enjoy my alt fashion and sense of humour but my channel never really picks up
I ask my chat what I should do one day while snacking on stream and a few of them say just chatting and snacking for a while is fun and chill, so I start adding "eat with me" streams to my routine, even allowing people to buy me snacks and meals if they want so I end up eating more than I'm used to and pudging up a bit
Later, when I've finally made a big milestone, I run a contest where the winner gets to pick something silly for me to wear on stream. The winner picks a slightly skimpy goth girl dress and I have a laugh while wearing it, but people are weirdly complementary and want me to wear it again some time, maybe even put on make up
My views and subs keep climbing as I give in to my chat's wants, gently becoming addicted to their approval and doing as they ask. Soon enough every stream features me heartily eating while playing games and dressed up like an alt girl, a nicely fattened up alt girl. Admirers buy me more food and new outfits for me to model on camera, showing off more and more softening skin as I keep growing for them all
When new people sub to my channel, they just assume I am a girl since I play the role so well and at this point, I might as well be. Streaming, gaming and eating has become my life and I'm just so much more popular as a big fat gamer girl, showing off her curves online
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Judging by the trailer, it feels like they made this movie for an audience that doesn’t know anything about Minecraft except that it’s “the block game.” As much as it may look like Minecraft (and that’s debatable), it doesn’t FEEL like Minecraft.
Anyone who hasn’t experienced Minecraft for themselves will be getting exactly what they’re expecting from this movie, meanwhile the people who are actually familiar with and love the game will feel alienated because this is such a poor representation of the thing that they love.
You know what my basis is, for believing this? It’s not the stylization of the cgi, though that’s part of it. It’s not the comedic tone, though that’s part of it. It’s not the weird choice and lazy execution of live-action integration, though that’s part of it.
It’s because the trailer isn’t trying to say that Minecraft is an experience just waiting to be understood. It’s because the trailer isn’t trying to say that the oddities of Minecraft are what make it fascinating, sometimes even wonderful (and, yes, quite often amusing). It’s because the trailer isn’t trying to say that Minecraft is something you can find meaning in; whether meaning is a family, a skillset, a creative passion, a sense of belonging, a community, a reservoir of memories, a means of connection, or a better understanding of oneself.
It’s because the trailer is trying to say that Minecraft is ridiculous and incomprehensible.
This trailer doesn’t show me a movie about what it’s like to play Minecraft.
This trailer shows me a movie about what it’s like to not play Minecraft. And that’s the perspective it’s trying to sell the movie on. That’s the perspective it expects its audience to find relatable.
The trailer tells me that this movie was not made for the people who play Minecraft. It was made for the people who don’t.
I just hope that, if it does make people want to try playing it, they come to appreciate what the game really is.
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Small streamer who signs up to a dubious internet service to "get bigger" for more subscribers and views, assuming it'll just give them some tips to grow their channel
Then the next time they're preparing to stream, a package of snacks and a webcam shows up at their door decorated with the words "GET BIG" printed on it and a little note about how viewers can get a more casual and inviting feeling from you if you snack on stream and that the webcam will allow your fans to really see you grow
They try it out, the snacks are really tasty and the packages keep showing up to align with each stream... weird since they never gave the service their address, but the snacks are so good they don't really care. In fact snacking in general becomes more and more a part of their routine. Their viewership grows but naturally, so does their waistline as their body begins to pudge up
Then the packages start containing full meals, piping hot large orders of fries, burgers, pizza or wings and more. Already becoming quite the glutton, the streamer is happy to eat their meals on stream as their viewers encourage them to gorge and grow, pulling in more and more admirers with each stream
They start steadily fattening up in line with their expanding audience, having fallen deep into the cycle of snacking, streaming and gorging, especially with added praise, teasing and gifts from their viewers, sometimes even pausing whatever game they're playing just to play with their swelling belly instead
They really did get bigger, with no end in sight
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Put on the camera
Oscar Piastri x Lando Norris (Gamer/ Only fans AU)
Based on this post from @russver .Thank you for letting me use this idea and I hope you like it
also able to read on my ao3
Warning: Only fans, smut, rough language, let me know if I need to add anything
Still trying to find how to write smut better.
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Did they ever truly plan for this to unfold? Not that they could remember— it simply came to be. One time changed to every week turned into eight times a month. Streaming didn't have a high enough income for the lifestyle they both craved, it should have just been something to help out. A helping hand , something to look back on when they need it. How could it have evolved into something so much more?
They were referred to as roommates, a label history would easily place upon them. When Lando's previous roommate moved out, Oscar was the first to respond to the call for a new companion. That was two years ago. Now, after twenty-four months and countless nights spent in each other’s company, they found themselves unsure of how to halt this momentum.
Right now, they were both seated in their own rooms as the stream was about to start. Lando had turned into a sensation on Twitch; Oscar was more popular on the other site.
"Welcome Darlings, to the new stream," Lando's voice beamed through Oscar's headset as he loaded the game. The Australian hadn't put on his camera or microphone yet, just letting Lando do the introduction. Like he always does by the streams.
Oscar waved at the camera and the chat went feral. Lando laughed at the comments, saying their unholy thoughts about the gamer. It would be funny as long as Lando was the person he shared his bed with.
Lando opened up his library with games and took a minute to decide which one they were going to play today. "Are you alright with F1 sim racing?"
Oscar nodded and looked for his own game on his PC. Lando always chose the play with Carlos Sainz, a Ferrari driver, while Oscar chose the newest rookie, Fernando Alonso, in the Aston Martin.
Oscar turned to the camera as he pointed out the obvious, "He probably doesn't want to play Call of Duty." Too scared to lose again," Lando faked a gasp as his hand flew to his heart.
"I am not scared to lose, because I don't lose." Lando tried to explain the chat with his hands. Oscar just laughed as he shook his head, remembering how he clearly won in the latest stream.
The game had finally loaded and the two cars were seated on the race track. The players focused on the screen as the lights went out. It wasn't much of a difference, but Oscar was a bit faster with his reaction.
Lando groaned as he had to keep driving behind the green car. He tried to overtake, but Oscar blocked it, sending him wide in the next corner. "Ey, you got to leave the space." Lando explained, but Oscar just kept racing.
A new subscriber entered the screen, and both of the drivers said hello to them. They loved a big audience.
By every corner he took, Oscar's muscles flexed on screen. Lando kept taking quick glances at his screen in the corner. Oscar's hand looked so big on the wheel and Lando wished it was him. Before he knew it, Lando had crashed the car into the barrier as he forgot to take a corner while admiring his roommate.
Oscar let out a low laugh as Lando groaned in annoyance. "What happened?"
"You didn't leave enough space," Lando lied as he drove the car out of the gravel.
Oscar raised his eyebrows at the statement, taking a quick look at the camera corner as he exclaimed, "Mate, I am three seconds in front of you. What do you mean?"
Lando had gotten the car back on track, but Oscar was leading the race by a big margin. "I don't know. It is still your fault," he joked as he shook his head at the camera. The chat loved their little banter as they all shared their thoughts on it.
'These streams are always so funny,'
'I ship them so much,'
'Sometimes they fight like a married couple, and I love it'
'the heart eyes Lando gave Oscar before he crashed have to be looked at'
'We all know why he got distracted,'
Oscar ignored most of these comments, but something in his stomach fluttered at the thought of Lando being distracted by him. He had to look back at the edits the fans would make on the stream. It would be good material to blackmail the British friend.
Lando wasn't able to catch up with the other car and had to deal with a second-place finish. "You know, no one likes the winner anyway." He tried to sound serious, but his statement was laced with a joke.
"You are just sad you didn't win. Got to know I was better at this than you."
They played some more games before ending the stream. "Thank you all for watching. We hope you enjoyed it." Then they waved goodbye and closed it off.
As they turned off their cameras and microphones, it was time to catch their breath and put on the other one. Oscar stood up from his chair and walked towards his dresser. He took off his hoodie before making his way towards the other bedroom. He wasn't going to need that amount of closing for this stream.
He saw Lando still closing off all his tabs. He had a bad habit of keeping everything open and losing the ones he still needed to use. "Hello, love," Oscar greeted as he placed a kiss on the top of his head. Lando looked up, not hearing that Oscar had walked in because of his headphones. He smiled up at him and got up from his chair.
The bedroom was lightly light by the red LED lights on the wall. Lando had some posters of a famous golfer and a sports car. Pictures of him and Oscar were splattered all around the room. Some are more friendly than others. Lando always loved to capture the most beautiful angles and Oscar was one of them. Lando absolutely loved to take pictures when they were involved in the devil's tango.
Oscar went to sit down on the bed as Lando walked to the shelf to get the tripod out.
Their clothes had found their way towards the ground in Lando's bedroom. The little ray of the sunset cast a golden glow on the Brits bare stomachs, outlining his perfect physics. Oscar always loved the sight of it and so did their followers. It brought home some new jewelry for him.
Oscar's eyes were fixed on the back of his roommate as Lando set the tripod on the dresser in front of the bed. It would be a normal stream. No special requests or special orders, just for all of their followers. They were both tired from the game and weren't going to go all out. Also, Oscar wasn't ready yet to do what that old bastard requested.
Lando turned around to look Oscar in the eyes, "You ready?" the younger man nodded as he swallowed his worries away. The duvet under him felt like a soft cloud as it gave him reassurance.
He turned the camera on and Oscar filled the screen. Lando adored the sight of him on his bed, it looked like it was destined to be like that. He sat down next to him on the bed and grabbed the neck of the Australian between his hands as he kissed him rough, "Hello, Darling. I missed you so much. Did you miss me?"
Oscar wasn't able to answer the older man as his lips reattached. The timer ticked off the seconds as their lips moved in sync to their beating hearts, rapid and loud. "Isn't he beautiful?" Lando asked towards the camera, as if he would get a response back. They may be in their own little world, but people are watching them. "I should punish you for what you said, but I love you too much for that."
Their eyes locked as Lando's fingers hooked on Oscar's black boxer. "We should get rid of these, shouldn't we?" He asked, not breaking eye contact as he slowly pulled them off. Oscar was already hardened by the minimal touches and Lando couldn't help but feel proud of himself.
The boxer was thrown by the rest of the clothes, the only thing that kept Oscar from being completely naked was a necklace he got from Lando to remind him about him when they were separated.
Oscar's eyes fluttered close as Lando stroked him. "Please," he croaked out. He needed Lando to touch him. To take him all in, while he would beg for a release.
He licked the tip, which was leaking some pre-cum, and the noise that Oscar made was heaven. The Aussie's head was thrown back in pleasure as Lando continued to lick up and down his length.
Their eyes locked again when Lando moved up to place a quick kiss on his lips before trailing a line of kisses back down, stopping right above his throbbing. Oscar wanted to push him right on it and let him ride it, but he knew that wasn't the plan for today.
Oscar's cheeks were rose red, with puffy lips and fluttering eyes, and Lando wished he could take a picture of the sight. His uncombed hair stuck to his forehead as Lando continued his work.
Every now and then they forget the camera is still recording them, and they aren't the only people who are enjoying this. Oscar looked away from the curly-haired man and locked eyes with the screen as he let out a loud moan of pleasure.
"Such a good boy for us," Lando breathed out, and Oscar threw his head back with a groan from the feeling of the breath in his manhood. The praise that fell from Oscar's tongue sounded like heaven, and Lando didn't know how long he was able to continue this. His own hard cock was leaking pre-cum on his stomach from the sight in front of him. How could one be so beautiful?
If it weren't for the camera, Lando would have said those three words that flew through his mind. He needed Oscar to know it—to know if the other felt the same way as him.
Oscar's hands pull the curly hair and Lando groans as his cock hits the back of his throat. "Fuck, don't stop. You feel so good," Oscar moaned out as Lando sucked him off.
It was a beautiful sight. Lando was on his knees in front of
Oscar as he continued to suck him off. One of Lando's hands played with his balls as the other pressed Oscar's thighs down on the bed. Oscar leaned on the bedpost to keep in balance as his thoughts disappeared with every touch.
No one would find out if it was them. Even if a follower found them, what would they say? Admit they like it; admit they watch them fuck each other till their words are lost in their throats. It wouldn't be the best thing to admit. And even if one found out, it wasn't like it was a secret. You just had to look up their hidden Instagram to find the link.
Oscar and Lando didn't care as long as they were able to enjoy their luxury lives. Enjoying different countries, wearing the newest clothes and riding their shared McLaren and each other. They weren't going to back out now, not with the chance of lifelong fame.
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