Patreon Prompt 421 (Patreon)

Prompt: A morbidly obese NEET gets a little too invested in her shit talking on the game, saying she could easily beat up her teammates IRL. A few years ago this would have been true, however, as this fat, hairy nerd was once the pride of her school’s athletic department.

   Knowing that there was no way of winning the game, Tina decided to salvage what entertainment she could from the match. She purposefully threw her character into the enemy team to up their score. Still not finished, she started team killing. The end result was a cacophony of people calling out insults towards her over the chat. It was the exact moment she had been hoping for.

   Rather than be discouraged or disgusted by the words that came out of the other players’ mics, she rolled with the punches and replied her own trash talk. A few of the more squeamish ones were forced to log off in the face of her rancid insults. However, a couple of them shot back to try and claim victory. In the wake of her claim that she could easily beat them IRL, they followed with accusations that she was nothing more than a fat ass, hairy man with nothing better to do with his time.

   The comment caused Tina to momentarily look away from her computer to glance at a picture on her desk. The photograph depicted herself with some friends in her early college days. Back then, she was the epitome of athletic ability with her toned limbs and slim form. What wasn’t shown in the image was the overwhelming pressure that hid behind her former self’s wide grin. She let out a laugh at the thought of how much she had changed after she gave up on sports and instead joined the university’s e-sports league.

   Turning back to the screen, Tina fixed the pair of wide-rimmed glasses on her face. Seeing the chorus of people calling her fat ass, she wobbled her double-wide rear across her chair to rid herself of her wedgie. Leaning back in her seat, she slid her hand along her exposed, doughy gut to scratch at the hairs lining her belly button. Picking off the crumbs from the shirt tightly wound around her meaty chest, she stretched out her blubbery limbs in preparation to demolish her former teammates in the upcoming one-on-one matches they had just accepted.