>>29035 Claude 3.5 Sonnet rocks Rachel's stomach churned as she stared at the bathroom scale buried under a pile of discarded clothes. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead like angry wasps, casting harsh shadows across her anxious face. Her heart pounded as she dug it out, wiping dust from its display. Taking a deep breath that made her chest tighten, she stepped on. The digital display flickered: 145 pounds. "Fuck," she whispered, her voice echoing off the grimy tile walls. Her tiny studio apartment reeked of weed, stale pizza, and the sickly-sweet smell of spilled energy drinks. Empty takeout containers littered every surface. Through the paper-thin walls, she could hear her neighbor Tom watching porn again, the exaggerated moans making her roll her eyes. The bass from his subwoofer vibrated through their shared wall. Just three more months of overtime and I can finally afford that gaming PC setup I've been dreaming about. Maybe then I'll actually start streaming, Tom thought, adjusting his headphones and reaching for his third Mountain Dew of the night. Rachel collapsed onto her bed, the cheap frame creaking under her weight. Her phone lit up with OnlyFans notifications - mostly the usual creeps demanding specific poses or crude acts. But David's name caught her eye again. Her most devoted subscriber had a different appetite. He'd send hundreds in tips just to watch her eat, his messages growing more excited with each pound she gained. At Fat Phil's Burger Shack where she picked up David's latest order, Manny worked the grill, his weathered hands flipping patties with practiced ease. Grease spattered his stained apron as he assembled another monster burger. These delivery apps are killing us with their fees, but shit, at least the orders keep coming. Better than when we almost went under last year, he thought, piling extra cheese and bacon on another burger, not knowing it was destined for Rachel's growing appetite. The food arrived like clockwork now. Breakfast meant massive breakfast burritos drowning in sour cream and cheese, hash browns glistening with grease. Lunch brought double-stacked burgers topped with fried eggs and bacon, surrounded by mountains of cheese-smothered fries. Dinner was always a feast - entire pizzas loaded with every topping, family-sized pasta dishes, Chinese food by the bagful. David loved watching her struggle through it all, his messages growing more demanding as she forced down every last bite. Her old wardrobe - the tight crop tops, miniskirts, and sexy lingerie that had launched her OnlyFans career - gathered dust in the back of her closet. Stretchy leggings, shapeless muumuus, and XXXXL hoodies became her new uniform. The numbers on the scale kept climbing: 160, 180, 200, 250. Each milestone earned bigger tips from David. "You're becoming so beautifully soft," he'd message. "I want to see more of you growing, expanding, becoming what you're meant to be." The 7-11 on the corner became her late-night sanctuary. The night clerk, Jenny, barely looked up from her dog-eared romance novel as Rachel waddled in, her thighs rubbing together with each labored step, her breathing heavy from the short walk. At least someone's getting some action, even if it's just with food. Better than my sorry love life, Jenny thought, scanning multiple bags of chips, family-size candy bars, and giant slushies. By 350 pounds, Rachel's world had shrunk to the space between her bed and kitchen. Her once-popular OnlyFans had transformed completely - no more lingerie shots or sexy poses. Now subscribers paid to watch her eat, to see her struggle with basic tasks, to witness her body expand week after week. David's requests grew more specific: he wanted to hear her breathe heavily after climbing stairs, see her try to squeeze through doorways, watch her break chairs with her enormous weight. Her laptop captured every moment of her transformation. Her belly now hung down to her knees, a massive apron of flesh that swayed with each movement. Her arms grew so thick she couldn't reach her own back. Her thighs doubled, then tripled in size, forcing her to waddle sideways through doorways. Her face, once sharp and defined, disappeared under layers of soft flesh, her neck hidden by rolls of fat. At 400 pounds, simple tasks became monumental challenges. Getting out of bed left her gasping for air, sweat beading on her forehead. Showering required a special chair and an extended shower head because she couldn't reach most of her body anymore. Even wiping herself after using the bathroom became nearly impossible. But David's tips kept growing along with her body. He paid her rent, filled her fridge, sent her new clothes when she outgrew the old ones. His messages took on an almost religious fervor: "You're transcending normal human limits. You're becoming a goddess of flesh." By 450 pounds, Rachel could barely stand for more than a few minutes. Her knees screamed in protest under her massive bulk. Her heart raced from the smallest movements. But still, the food came. Still, David watched. Still, the numbers on the scale climbed. The girl who once dreamed of becoming a dancer was buried under hundreds of pounds of flesh, her ambitions drowned in an endless stream of calories. Her world narrowed to the next meal, the next binge, the next weigh-in. And somewhere in the digital darkness, David watched it all, his hunger for her growth still not satisfied even as she approached 500 pounds. Rachel's fingers trembled as she hit "post" on another eating video, her breath coming in wheezing gasps from the simple effort of sitting upright. The reinforced scale now read 495 pounds, but David's messages promised there was still more to come, still further to go. She reached for another slice of pizza, grease running down her multiple chins, her massive body spreading across her reinforced bed like rising dough. The camera kept rolling, documenting every bite, every pound, every moment of her endless expansion.

>>31974 Gotta love Claude 3.5 Sonnet The summer heat was unbearable in Rachel's tiny apartment. The window AC unit struggled and whined, barely making a dent in the stifling air. Sweat pooled in the folds of her flesh as she lay spread across her reinforced bed, watching the ceiling fan spin lazily overhead. Her phone buzzed - another message from David. "Ready for your special delivery?" The words made her heart race. These days, his "special deliveries" meant enormous quantities of food, each order bigger than the last. Today was no different. Within minutes, her doorbell rang. The delivery guy, Mike, struggled with four large bags of Chinese food. Jesus Christ, this can't all be for one person. But hey, fifty bucks is fifty bucks, he thought, trying not to stare at Rachel's enormous frame filling the doorway. "Three orders of General Tso's, four fried rice, six egg rolls, two orders of lo mein..." Mike rattled off the list, his eyes widening as Rachel nodded at each item. The food's aroma filled her apartment, making her mouth water instantly. She set up her laptop, positioning it to capture her massive body. Her muumuu rode up, exposing rolls of pale flesh that spilled over her thighs. David was already online, waiting. His first tip of the night came through - $200 just for starting the stream. "Show me how hungry you are," his message read. Rachel didn't need to pretend. She tore into the food with desperate enthusiasm, shoving forkfuls of sauce-drenched chicken into her mouth. Grease dripped down her chins, staining her muumuu. She didn't care. The pleasure of eating overwhelmed everything else. From the apartment next door, Tom's video game soundtrack provided a bizarre background to her feast. If I can just hit Diamond rank this season, maybe I can finally start that Twitch channel, he thought, oblivious to the spectacle happening mere feet away. By the time Rachel finished the last container, her belly was painfully distended. She could barely breathe, each inhale a shallow gasp. David had tipped another $500 during the stream, his messages growing more excited as she forced down every bite. "Weigh yourself," he commanded. Rachel struggled to her feet, her knees protesting under her massive weight. The reinforced scale creaked ominously as she stepped on. 515 pounds. She'd gained twenty pounds in just two weeks. "Perfect," David messaged. "But I know you can be bigger. So much bigger." The next morning, Rachel woke to find several packages at her door. Inside were new muumuus in size 8XL, industrial-strength bed reinforcements, and a larger scale that went up to 1000 pounds. David had thought of everything. Her phone buzzed again - this time it was her mother calling. Rachel ignored it, like she'd been doing for months. How could she explain what she'd become? How could anyone understand that she'd chosen this life, chosen to transform herself into a mountain of flesh for a man she'd never met? The local diner's delivery driver, Sarah, arrived with Rachel's breakfast - five full plates of pancakes, eggs, bacon, and hash browns. At least this address tips well. Lord knows I need it with these gas prices, Sarah thought, handing over the massive order. Rachel's OnlyFans subscribers had doubled since she passed 500 pounds. They sent messages begging to watch her grow, to witness her body expand beyond normal human limits. But none were as devoted as David. His tips had made her rent for the past six months, filled her fridge, bought her new furniture when the old pieces collapsed under her weight. As she positioned herself for another feeding video, Rachel caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her face was almost unrecognizable now, buried under layers of fat that merged with her neck and shoulders. Her arms were as thick as normal people's thighs. Her belly, massive and pendulous, covered her lap and hung almost to her knees. But David's latest message made her smile: "You're becoming a masterpiece. My masterpiece." Another $1000 tip followed. Rachel reached for the first plate of pancakes, syrup dripping down her fingers. The camera was rolling, David was watching, and somewhere in the back of her mind, a small voice wondered just how big she could really get. But that voice was quickly drowned out by the sound of her own heavy breathing and the quiet ping of incoming tips. The transformation continued, one bite at a time, one pound at a time, with no end in sight. And David watched it all, his appetite for her growth as endless as the stream of food he sent her way.

>>31975 With Claude 3.5 sonnet, anything is possible. As autumn crept in, Rachel's appetite seemed bottomless. Her massive belly, now hanging well past her knees, had become the centerpiece of her existence. The soft, doughy flesh rippled with every labored movement, its weight pulling her forward when she attempted to stand. David's latest delivery arrived - five extra-large pizzas, three orders of cheesy breadsticks, and two family-size containers of pasta. The delivery guy, new to the route, almost dropped the boxes when Rachel opened the door. Holy shit, I've never seen anyone this huge. How does she even move? he thought, trying to maintain his professional composure. Setting up for her livestream, Rachel positioned the camera to capture her enormous frame. Her newest muumuu, a tent-like 10XL, barely contained her swelling flesh. Her belly spread across her lap like rising bread dough, flowing over her thighs and hanging down toward the floor. "Show me how that belly grows," David messaged, accompanied by a $300 tip. Rachel didn't need encouragement. She dove into the first pizza, shoving slice after slice into her mouth. Grease and sauce dripped down her multiple chins, staining the front of her muumuu. The apartment's old chair groaned dangerously under her weight. At the convenience store yesterday, Jenny had watched her struggle to navigate the narrow aisles. That girl's gonna need a forklift soon if she keeps this up, Jenny had thought, ringing up Rachel's nightly haul of snacks. Three pizzas in, Rachel's breathing became heavy and labored. Her belly swelled visibly, stretching the fabric of her muumuu to its limits. David's tips kept coming - $200, $500, $1000. "Rub that growing gut," he commanded. "Show me how full you're getting." Rachel's hands sank into the soft flesh of her stomach, kneading the vast expanse of fat. Her belly had developed its own geography of rolls and folds, each one deeper than the last. The bottom roll now rested on the floor when she sat, a testament to her incredible size. "Getting... so... full," she gasped between bites, but David wasn't satisfied. "Keep going," he urged. "Your belly can stretch more. I want to see it grow." The fourth pizza disappeared, followed by the pasta. Rachel's stomach protested, stretched to its limit, but still she reached for more. Her belly swelled outward with each bite, pushing her legs further apart, forcing her to lean back to accommodate its growing mass. Through the wall, Tom's gaming session continued. Just one more match, then I'll actually go to bed, he thought, completely unaware of the feeding frenzy next door. By the time Rachel finished the last breadstick, her belly was enormous, red and taut from the massive amount of food. She could barely move, pinned in place by her own weight. The scale beckoned from the corner - David's favorite part of every stream. Getting to her feet was an ordeal. Her belly swung heavily between her legs, forcing her to waddle sideways. The reinforced scale creaked ominously: 565 pounds. Another milestone. "Beautiful," David messaged. "But I know you can get even bigger. That belly has so much more potential." The next morning, more packages arrived. Special lotions for her stretching skin, protein shakes to drink between meals, another set of larger clothes. David thought of everything to facilitate her growth. Rachel caught her reflection in the full-length mirror she used for streams. Her body had become a monument to excess. Her belly, the crowning achievement of her transformation, dominated her frame. It hung like a massive apron of flesh, wider than she was tall, each roll and fold a testament to countless feasts. Her phone buzzed - another food delivery was on its way. David had ordered breakfast: a dozen pancakes, multiple breakfast sandwiches, hash browns, and a large chocolate milkshake. Her belly gurgled, already eager for more despite last night's feast. As she waited for the food, Rachel ran her hands over her swollen stomach, feeling its warm, soft mass. She'd long since passed the point where normal activities were possible. Her belly made everything a challenge - walking, sleeping, even basic hygiene. But with each pound gained, David's devotion and tips increased. The doorbell rang. Another day of feeding began. Rachel's belly grew incrementally with each passing hour, each massive meal, each stretched seam and outgrown piece of clothing. And somewhere in the digital ether, David watched, his appetite for her expansion as vast as Rachel's growing gut. The transformation continued, measured in inches and pounds, documented in photos and videos, funded by an endless stream of tips and tributes. Rachel's belly led the way, growing ever larger, ever heavier, with no end in sight.

>>31976 Rachel was midway through her evening stream, demolishing her third large pizza. Her massive belly rested heavily on the reinforced chair, spreading outward like rising dough. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she forced down another cheese-loaded slice. The chat was particularly active tonight. David had already dropped $800 in tips, encouraging her to eat faster, to stuff herself beyond capacity. Her muumuu strained against her swollen gut, the fabric stretched transparent across the widest part of her belly. Then it happened. The combination of grease, carbonated soda, and the sheer pressure of her enormous meal created an inevitable reaction. A loud, unmistakable fart ripped through the quiet apartment, lasting several mortifying seconds. Rachel's face burned red. The chat exploded: "Disgusting pig!" "LOL what a cow!" "That's what happens when you're this fat!" But then David's messages started rolling in, accompanied by a flood of tips: "Fuck yes, that's what happens when you're properly stuffed." "Your body's just making room for more." "Let it all out, baby. Shows how full you're getting." Her neighbor Karen, folding laundry in the next unit, wrinkled her nose. Something must be wrong with the building's plumbing again, she thought, completely unaware of the spectacle next door. Encouraged by David's reaction and the sudden surge of tips, Rachel kept eating. Her belly gurgled and groaned, protesting each additional bite. More gas escaped, but now she didn't try to hold back. Each release made room for more food, more expansion. "That's it," David messaged, sending another $500. "Show us how that belly's really growing." The scale later that night showed 578 pounds. Her gut had become a force of nature, demanding constant feeding, constantly expanding. And now, apparently, making its own sound effects. Some subscribers left in disgust, but others joined, fascinated by this new level of uninhibited gluttony. Rachel kept eating, her belly growing ever larger, accompanied by the symphony of her own excess.

>>31977 At 610 pounds, Rachel's massive frame filled her streaming setup. Her belly, now an enormous dome of flesh, spilled over her thighs and hung toward the floor. Six empty pizza boxes surrounded her, and the doorbell rang - more food was here. Struggling to her feet, her enormous gut swaying with the effort, Rachel waddled toward the door. Her body, stuffed with hours of continuous eating, protested the movement. Amy, the new delivery driver, stood wide-eyed with three huge bags of Chinese food. "That'll be $87.50," Amy managed to say, trying not to stare at Rachel's enormous form. How does someone even get this big? she thought, holding out the credit card reader. Rachel's attempt to reach for her wallet was interrupted by an unmistakable sound. Her face turned bright red as Amy quickly handed over the bags and hurried away. Back at her streaming setup, the chat was going wild. David immediately sent a $500 tip. "Don't be embarrassed," his message read. "Your body's just making room for more." Rachel dug into the Chinese food, her embarrassment fading as she focused on eating. Between mouthfuls of General Tso's chicken and fried rice, she started giggling at the situation. Her laughter shook her massive belly, leading to more unexpected sounds that only made her laugh harder. "This is what real feeding looks like," David messaged, sending another $800. "Natural. Uninhibited. Perfect." Through the wall, her neighbor Tom turned up his game volume. Must be something wrong with the building's pipes again, he thought, focused on his raid battle. Rachel kept eating, her belly growing impossibly fuller. Each container she emptied made her gut swell larger, straining against her muumuu. She was lost in the pleasure of consumption, no longer caring about anything but the food and David's encouraging messages. The scale later showed 615 pounds - another five-pound gain in one session. Her growing body demanded more food, more expansion, more of everything. And her subscribers couldn't get enough.

>>31978 At 625 pounds, Rachel rarely ventured outside her apartment. But her laptop had died mid-stream, forcing her to waddle to the electronics store. Her massive belly swayed with each step as she waited in the customer service line, her breathing heavy from the exertion. Karen, a middle-aged woman ahead of her, kept glancing back. Lord, they really shouldn't let people get this size, she thought, clutching her purse tighter. The teenage clerk, Jason, tried focusing on his screen. Just two more hours till my shift ends, he thought, deliberately avoiding eye contact with any customers. Rachel's gut gurgled audibly - the result of her massive breakfast and the physical effort of standing. The sound echoed through the quiet store. Several customers stepped away, creating a wider berth around her enormous frame. At the food court later, Rachel occupied an entire reinforced bench. Her belly spread across her lap like rising dough, hanging over both sides of the seat. A family at the next table quickly gathered their trays and moved. The mall security guard, Mike, watched from his post. Not my problem unless someone complains, he thought, turning his attention back to his phone. Rachel checked her messages. David had sent another $1000, eager for her to return to streaming. Her belly rumbled again, demanding its next feast. She struggled to her feet, her massive body drawing stares as she waddled toward the exit. Back home, she settled into her streaming chair, surrounded by delivery bags. The scale now read 628 pounds - the brief public outing had only made her hungrier. David's messages encouraged her to eat more, grow more, expand without limits.