the stream that eats streams
The keyboard is annoying. Your angry-typing is even more angry than usual. You dash off your message then switch back to the game:
you’ll have to wait for the surprise, I already told you guys ^///~
Spyro flits in mid-flight, effortlessly gliding despite being easily twice his original mass. You’re not going to make the fucking jump. Again. You groan and cover your face with one hand then pretend to yourself to claw down your own face.
A weak rocking from within your gut makes you jump. Your swollen stomach, wedged between two armrests, your lap and the desk, had been still for minutes. You stroke the smooth skin and feel the eerie but exciting sensation of another living person slickly gliding her hand along your stomach lining, following the motion from the inside.
“Shhh, not long now, pet,” you murmur, distracted but gentle. “Go to sleep.” You reach over for your can of coke and drain it. The bubbles tingle all the way down, and you picture them hitting your dinner like a cold shower. Sure enough she reacts, rolling over: whether to avoid the cold or embrace the reprieve from your stinging digestive juices you can only speculate.
One of the followers has something to say in the chat.
HugMonster> ur really struggling with those jumps huh everything okay??
You crush the coke can and force out a belch like a gunshot. It cheers you up immensely. Your breath smells like coke and her perfume.
yeah thx, just wrestling with a new mouse and keyboard
More people are trickling online to find themselves greeted with the chubby, chirpy dragon. Those already online entertain themselves without you being too involved.
- SmellTheRoses joined SmellTheRoses> Wait why is Spyro fat? xxPowerSlidexx> 58 gravitas_shortfall> she likes bouncey reptiles 2nite I guess gravitas_shortfall> honestly don’t know the answer. she’s being very mysterious 2nite
- ThomasTheDankEngine joined ThomasTheDankEngine> fat Spyro why? xxPowerSlidexx> 59
Your mobile buzzes and you glance at the notification. It’s me.
“1148 viewers watching chonkdragon. I’m recording/broadcasting. How was dinner?”
You slide your headphones around your neck to free up your ears and cock your head, listening. Sobbing, inconsistent like the person crying keeps forgetting she’s doing it. You stroke your belly again to comfort the life failing inside you then quickly message back: “tenacious”.
Spyro makes the jump on the second attempt and goes nuts smashing up chests and burning the arses off of bad guys. You relax into the game, starting to really enjoy yourself. The woman you ate passes, the transition as subtle as a breath of wind for you, though far more significant for her.
HairyBarrista> Whoa, fairy foof! What’s going on?!?! thespyan> Fairy cooch unconfirmed. Was just short dress mod glitch. More data required. gravitas_shortfall> alice, what’s going on?
You slip your headphones back on and dash me another text: “showtime”. To the chat, you write something else.
okay everyone, ready for your surprise?
The beauty light makes white circles appear in your eyes. Beneath its warm glow your complexion is flawless and achingly pale.
You are wearing a boob tube—or you might as well be, with the way your T-shirt has rolled up. Your jeans are pretty much wholly covered by the flesh that smoothered AliceGG. There she sits, on her gaming chair like always, but things couldn’t be any more different. Her signature severe black eye makeup is of course ruined, at first by tears, then by an acid bath, and now by the grinding of mucous-slick walls she is no longer able to fend off. Her pixie-cut black hair with neon pink highlights is matted with her own deliquescing flesh. Her edges soften in the hot close darkness of your stomach.
You demurely cover your mouth as the camera comes live. Fifteen hundred of her supporters and fans witness you in the bottom-right of their screen, blowing out your cheeks with a red-tasting belch. ~hwoooaaarp~ is your introductory speech.
You’re not even looking at the camera. Hell no, Spyro is your obsession right now. A thicc fairy zaps you with a wand while the chat goes mad.
what thefuckkkkkk is going on Where the actual hell is alice? Someone call the police This is some kind of joke right? Like this is her cousin and she’s pregnant and what this makes no sense look at the size of dose tiddies Letheroutletheroitletherout
The last comment catches your eye as it scrolls past the overturned ant-heap of the chat. You slap your belly and glance at the camera. “She’s not coming out. Not until I’m done with her, anyway.”
While the chat redoubles in pace you free Cyril, and I start posting remotely on your behalf.
Greetings from the Admin! This account has been hacked and its owner permanently redirected. After today if you wish to watch AliceGG you must instead follow FluffyLizardFunTime at the following address: http://fluffyumihxlp77nkq76byazcldy2hlm … syd.onion/ AliceGG will live nowhere else, but as a smattering of fat across the gorgeous body you are currently privileged to witness, and which AliceGG herself was lucky enough to experience in full.
You smirk. The dissolving girl inside you shifts under the crushing weight of internal muscles. The gas that bubbles up echoes in your throat and mouth, proudly held open until your shyness kicks back in and you hurry to hide the shining red cavern behind a coy hand. You don’t know it yet, but that moment of humanity is responsible for 20% of the subs we receive from today’s stunt.
Enjoy the stream! Your hostess will continue to game and, as a one-time offer, you may watch as she digests your one-time streamer. Those who stay can ask questions, curated for tone by the Admin.
It’s getting harder to concentrate on the game. Blood flows to your gut, enriching hard-working stomach walls and preparing glands and villae all through your body. The first trickle of AliceGG’s liquefied flesh is beginning to paint the inside of your guts.
Still, you soldier on. The game does not require too much concentration, you’ve played it dozens of times. You know I’m handling the crowd, filtering out the more obnoxious threats and comments, and ensuring that the stream is reflected to your dark web streaming site. It frees you up to really enjoy the meal who went down fighting, and fought until the end. Gurgling all through your body seems to scream impatience to have her. It’s captured by a sensitive mic and imprinted on 1600 brains, causing trauma and sadness and elation and anger and arousal with all the visceral intensity the hindbrain can summon. Some of those witnessing what your body is doing are unwittingly taking their first step to becoming ensnared by you.
By the end of the stream, three thousand viewers will have watched your body break down and absorb a very minor celebrity. They will have seen the moment you lost focus and brushed your hand against yourself. They will have witnessed the moment some long bone finally snapped in your belly, causing the shape physically to alter and yet another incredible belch to surprise even you. Gurgles, groans and wet sounds will ring in their ears tonight.
And then…
Interested in the bitter end? No, of course not. But… there are ten slots for a viewing of AliceGG’s triumphant return. Bidding starts in two hours, when AliceGG will, we believe, start filling out your hostess’s colon. Airing commences when nature calls. You will be waiting.
You blush on camera, but can’t help but rub your thighs together by the same token. Spyro is just wandering at this point, your mind elsewhere. The idea of being so exhibitionist… could you really do that?
And finally, if you hurry and join us, you can see the footage of the meal, broadcast one hour after the fact. See AliceGG in her original form one last time before she joins FluffyLizardFunTime, the stream that eats streams. Enjoy!
You click close chat and open the app I wrote on your phone. Curated questions appear and you answer some, but mostly you just play and hug your bloated stomach. Viewers dwindle, but a thousand remain. They’re ours.
You message me. “She was a good one. Find me someone playing Sonic for next time <3”
Your phone soon buzzes. “Wilco. Wish I weren’t busy, could be there to give you tummy rubs.”
You type a response, hesitate, then send it while blushing. You know that I’m among the thousand people watching you, most of us wondering who you’re talking to and what you’re saying.
“You can give me tummy rubs in a few hours. And then I guess you’ll… be holding the camera for the finale.”
Dot dot dot, and then: “You’re indescribably hot. Enjoy yourself. I certainly will when I see you.”
You set down the phone and give your gut a deep massage, lips pursed. A boss fight is coming. Gurgling and burping will only tear your attention away from the right, so you’d better enjoy yourself first.