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Sebastian's day started with the dreadful task to get out of bed. He blinked awake, already hungry, his traitorous stomach. That's how he'd ended up in this situation.
He pulled the laptop from his nightstand up on his chest. His email inbox was flooded with sponsorship requests (mostly spam) and people begging for collabs (also mostly spam). He checked the schedule, then the time — still three hours until the stream starts. As difficult as it sometimes is, he really tries to stick to his schedule.
The streaming schedule had been set by him when getting out of bed wasn't a multi-minute process.
First, though he gets sucked into reading comments. He knows he shouldn't and usually they start of nice, but then he quickly gets sucked into focusing on all the negative comments.
omg look at his chubby cheeks
Seb likes the comment.
he's the cutest
he looks so happy eating those cookies
He leaves a comment about the exact kind. That shop would probably appreciate it if more people came by.
has he gained weight?
(did this guy just notice?)
he's so fat now, like 250 lbs easily
(hah if only they knew)
is he trying to kill himself? look at all that pizza
Seb look at the post again, but to him it looks normal. Sure, it's a large pizza but he's seen Sam eat one by himself. And Seb had gotten salad as a side that time. They'd thrown in some bread sticks and of course he'd gotten one of those lava cakes.
Ok, maybe it was a lot of food to other people.
Seb's stomach reminded him to stop scrolling for the morning. He shuffled his body to the edge of the bed, then swung his legs over.
He paused — was forced to pause. Breath running ragged for a moment. God, his legs were massive. His hands were tiny in comparison when he placed them on the edge of the bed to push himself up.
No, not tiny. Normal. Average-sized.
Sometimes Seb wasn't sure whether to be thankful for his fat distribution or hate it for how difficult being this bottom-heavy walking made.
No use in thinking about it now.
Once again Seb's stomach reminded him to get to the kitchen. Get breakfast.
Fill me.
Seb complied.
Loaded up with snacks the walk to his setup was even harder. His thighs could barely brush past each other and his fully stomach weighed him down.
Not stuffed, not yet.
With just half an hour to spare Sebastian finally sank down in his desk chair. It looked impossibly wide before sitting down and yet his hips brushed both arm rests.
Half an hour might seem like a long time, but Seb needs the time to recover his breathing. Slow his heart rate, let his face return from red to its usual paleness.
He opened OBS to check what he looks like.
Exhausted, his hair is a mess, his mouth hanging open to catch his breath.
The weight was slowly creeping up.
Sebastian had really been pushing his luck. Despite seeing the number on the scales move up, he hadn't really committed to cutting down. As long as not too many people commented on his weight it felt like a well-kept secret.
Sure, there was a comment here or there about him becoming chubby, but it was easy to laugh those off with jokes about the streamer diet or sedentary lifestyle.
He still didn't look that big. Sebastian turned his head and examined his soft jawline. It had never been sharp exactly but a double chin was threatening to grow. He should cut down. Maybe coming clean about it to his fans would encourage him to actually commit, but—
Sebastian looked down at the arm fulls of snacks he'd brought from the kitchen. Mostly sponsors too, so technically it was for work, right?
Only a few minutes left. Sebastian's breath and heart rate didn't exactly feel calm, but he started the stream anyway. There'd be a five minute countdown anyway.
5
How bad would it look if he started snacking already?
4
Those chips look so good. It would be authentic to already be eating, right? Just one.
3
Shit, the package was empty. He'd agreed to eat those on stream.
2
There was another package in the kitchen. He'll just quickly get those.
1
At over 500 lbs nothing was quick. When Sebastian waddles back in the room he's shocked to find his chat flying by filled with messages about his size. How fat he was. How no one could believe he'd been hiding all that from them. One message stuck out to him:
are those more fucking chips??
Seb snapped into streamer mode.
"Oh, yeah, today's stream is sponsored by …"