Ceres Fauna's Filling Break (Patreon)

First Official prompt of the month! Decided to branch out and try my hand at writing a Vtuber. Hope you all enjoy!

Tags: Weight gain, Vtuber (Ceres Fauna)

“I’m soooooo sorry, Saplings, but I will need to go on just a little bit of a vacation.” Ceres Fauna said, bobbing in front of her camera. The happy, soft spoken druid kirin could not keep still. Her green hair fell over both shoulders, laced with daisies and other flowers. Her twig-like horns pierce the veil of viridian hair, another reminder that Ceres was a bit more magical than other streamers. Yet, she was not without more human needs and desires. She had been streaming constantly, playing through games at a rapid pace. Months spent entertaining the wild antics of her Saplings and finding new gaming experiences had become dry. “I love you all! However, everyone needs a break now and again.” Ceres hummed the words out. Though her voice was soft, it was filled with warmth and kindness. She was the epitome of a comfort streamer. “I promise I will be back soon though!” Ceres gave a final hum before ending the stream.

The kirin sighed, slumping in her chair. The computer slowly powered down, closing out of internet tabs for reactions and the various games she had open. A little bit of the internal light that the kirin shone with faded. It was time for a rest, time to recharge her batteries. Though she would never complain, streaming was taxing in a way that was hard to explain to normal people. She was a one woman program. A synthesis of makeup, fashion, technical know-how, and comedy all had to be provided by her in order to maintain her audience. Even when away from the show, Ceres spent her time thinking about how to improve. As part of her improvement, she watched old streams, researched new games, and refined her comedy. The constant toll of work had left her tired. 

“Oooooooh, what can I do for a little break?” Ceres stood up and wandered away from the computer. One plump leg crossed in front of the other as she walked. Few women could earn the title of “sexy librarian” like Ceres could. Her frilly dress, coming only to about mid thigh, swished. The outside was white but the innards were a vivid peach color which pulsed with holy light. Green roses decorated the hips of the ornate dress, pulling the eye towards her curvy body. However, it would be hard to tear away from the kirin’s thick bustline. Ceres’ breasts bobbed without effort, constantly floating just below her chin. Her every step showed the effortless happiness and charm in her personality. Even burnt out and tired, Ceres moved with feminine grace. She passed through the little cottage, looking out into the dense woods which surrounded her house. It was a cozy place to stream, though somewhat isolated. It was for this reason that she had turned to streaming in the first place. Little to do and few people to see. It was a wonder that delivery drivers could even make the trip out to the secluded cottage. 

“Hmmmmm. . .maybe just a little snack. I think I’ve earned it.” Ceres said before a yawn. She had intended to go to bed, wanting to start her break fresh and rested. Yet, the gurgled in her stomach was hard to ignore. The light in the small kitchen clicked on and she walked to the little fridge. Greenery twisted about the room, growing effortlessly and far more orderly than it should have. The fridge was wreathed in sweet smelling ivy. Ceres’ tummy gurgled again. Teh smell of the flowers made her crave something sweet. Though she tried to hide it, the streamer had always possessed a little sweet tooth. She was moderately disappointed when she opened the fridge to find only healthy foods and vegetables. “Ooooooh man, I thought for sure. . .” Ceres sighed. She thought that she had saved a piece of cake. Unfortunately, it was nowhere to be found. She sifted through apples and grapes, looking around boxes of leftovers. There was no cake to be found. “Fudge!” Ceres yelled to her empty cottage, expressing her deepest desire and frustration at the same time. “Only one way to fix this.” 

As Ceres left the kitchen, her stomach painfully empty and without any treats, she flipped on her phone. Her slim fingers opened several online shopping apps. There was only one way to fix this problem. She tapped and swiped, loading the cart with desserts both sugary and cute. “Aaaaannd done!” Ceres pushed the order button. Though tonight would be a little disappointing, the rest of her vacation would be sweet and peaceful. 

--- Halfway Through the Break (Binge) ---

“Ooooh, who knew that they made vegan crème brûlée?” Ceres said aloud as she shoved a fork into the pot of sweetness. Though without any of the animal products, the dish lacked none of the sugary perfection. One bite became two as Ceres quickly amped up her eating. Her fork moved quickly, scooping up any of the thick and creamy substance. The hardened layer of caramelized sugar on the top snapped apart to reveal the wonderful innards below. Ceres swayed in her chair, happily munching and slurping the food down. It had been a wonderful vacation thus far, filled with days spent resting and immaculate desserts for every meal. Though initially worried about her special diet, Ceres had been more than able to find vegan treasures to consume. In fact, there had been a wealth of culinary treasures. So much that her house had been nearly filled with delivery boxes. The concern over availability of treats had been unfounded. However, Ceres should have been far more concerned about the state of her waistline. 

Dough reminiscent of the vegan flan she had eaten for breakfast had taken root across her body. Arms which were starting to look more like juvenile tree limbs rather than saplings stretched towards a plate of creamy cookies. Ceres leaned back in her chair, spreading her wide butt further out. To rest and eat well with sweets was one of the world’s highest delights. Though gaining considerable weight, Ceres had yet to take notice of her growth. Perhaps, it was because of how comfy her bulk was. However thick her butt was getting, it only made it more the act of eating more cozy. The warmth and plush of her fat was a soothing source to the streamer. “Aaaaaahhhm!” She tossed several cookies into her mouth at once, showering her belly with crumbs of various sizes. It was as if a dusting of sand had landed on her bosom, filling the deep crevice between her breasts. Ceres’ most defining feature, even accounting for the green hair and twig horns, had only become more obscene.

The large orbs bobbed up and down, pushing well over the cups of her dress. The cute, little dress she wore was looking distinctly more erotic than it should. Her expansive breasts added a lewd element. Only by the grace of the gods were her nipples not exposed. Between fistfuls of cookies, Ceres would tug at her costume and try to haul her dress back into position. Her breasts would flood upward, so filled with fat and milk that they caressed the bottom of Ceres’ second chin. Then, as when she felt they were secure again, Ceres would drop them back down. Her hefty breasts would smack home atop her domed belly, creating ponderous ripples. Ceres paid them little attention, returning to eating quickly. The heaviness in her stomach and the press of her breasts against her stomach could be subsumed into the joys of indulgence. Really, it just felt like her body was hugging her back. 

Ceres continued eating, making sure that she cleared through several boxes of the vegan cookies. She wanted to make sure that all the treasures she had bought were finished and done with by the time she returned to streaming. 

--- Beginning of a New Era ---

“Heeeewwwoooo. . .my. . .Saplings.” Ceres’ voice came through the stream, but her face was hidden. Rather than the glowing form of their leafy goddess, the viewers were treated to a chibi drawing of Ceres. “I’m. . .wheeew. . .schooo happy to. . .mmgghph. . .be back.” Questions flooded the chat as the saplings noticed the changes to Ceres’ voice and cadence. Pregnant pauses between words, breathy exclamations of fatigue, and a slight lisp were all easily identified by the viewers. Ceres, still hiding from her fans, watched the comments and questions filling the chat. Her head tracked the scroll of the chat, her flabby chins squashing and releasing as she moved. The seconds of dead air ticked by, building the tension even more. She had to say something but could think of no convincing lie. “Aaaah. . .oooooh. . .uuuhm. . .different?” Ceres tapped on her keyboard, desperately trying to launch the game she intended on playing. Thick fingers pounded the keyboard and sacks of arm blubber hit against large breasts. “I don’t. . .uuuuhhff. . .think scchooo. . .jusscht your. . .BBBBBBOOOOORRROOOU-BBBBLURRRRUUUP!” 

The blech burst out of Ceres with incredible power, causing her audio levels to peak. The chat burst into furious activity, the saplings typing furiously to comment on what the had just heard. Ceres, frothing from her sagging cheeks from embarrassment, tried to do damage control. “NOOOOO. . .aaaah. . .that wasssch the chair!” She waved her hands in front of the monitor, though no one could see her, as if that might ward away the comments. “No, Saplings. . .I. . .would neveeeerrUUUOOOOOPP!” Ceres belched again, the explosion forcing her weight back against the new chair she had bought. It had been the last purchase before returning to streaming, an admission of realizing what had been transpiring. In a moment of panic, the kirin slammed her thick arms down on the keyboard, accidentally trigger her camera to blink on. The chat stood still as the saplings took note of what had become of their favorite vtuber. Ceres Fauna had become fat and slovenly. 

As wide as she was tall, Ceres filled the screen with her bulk. Hefty cheeks touched with sweat and droplets of frosting sagged down onto heavy jowls. Her face blushed with embarrassment but also the sheer heat of moving a body so large. She had foregone her normal outfit, instead trying to pull on an oversized hoodie. Unfortunately, the hoodie was only oversized when accounting for her original weight. Currently, the fabric could only stretch to cover half of her stomach, letting the rest of her gut heave out and onto the desk. Ceres’ hair was messy, strewn with both flowers and crumbs of pie. The obese woman had been indulging before the stream, laying in her bed and dripping the offerings of sugar and fruit into her mouth. The feeding had gone on so long that she had been late to start her stream. Now, the remnants of the meal were embedded in her bulk, making her look all the more sloppy. 

“Pay. . .eeerrrLLLUUURRUUUP. . .no huh-ttention to the. . .uuuhhfff. . .obesech woman on screen.” The 700 pound streamer wheezed. Though slow and ponderous, the movements were all evocative of Ceres. There was little doubt that the massive kirin filling the screen was Ceres, gone to fat over a long break. Though caught, Ceres was unwilling to admit things. “Aaaah. . .jussccht a little. . .BBBLEEERRRUUP. . .camera disscchtortion.” Ceres reached forward to try and adjust the webcam. Her arms, like logs that had been left too long in a lake, wobbled even through the tight fabric of her sweater. Her stomach prevented her from reaching the webcam, stuck on the lip of her desk. Ceres started to stand, trying with every ounce of remaining muscle to stop the horrific stream. Her butt slowly left contact with the double-wide chair. Though it could not be seen, the viewers had little trouble imagining the state of the druid’s rear. It was wide, blooming forth like two humongous flowers. Clad in green sweatpants, Ceres’ rear jiggled freely. Claps and slaps filled the audio channels, picked up by the ever sensitive mic. Ceres’ gut dragged on the desk as she finally reached the camera. 

“I can. . .totally. . .oooorrrooollluurrup. . .explain thisscch.” Ceres wheezed as she tried to fiddle with the camera. An ocean of cleavage wobbled back and forth, toeing the line between SFW and NSFW streaming content. Ceres felt her nipples drag across her keyboard. Sound effects played at random as her console commands were triggered by the fluffy weights. “Nononononononooooo. . .saplings. . .haaaah. . .ignore. . .thesech. . .technical. . .difficultiesssch.” Ceres’ voice grew heavier and more exhausted as she worked, her lungs and stamina not able to tolerate extended movement of any kind. The thick trunks of her legs quaked, shifting like pillars of quicksand. The desk vibrated in time with the jiggles sent out by Ceres’ bulging body. The thumping against the desk grew worse as Ceres strength faded. Even when thin, she had been a woman of meek constitution. Now, well past any normal BMI, she could hardly keep her flabby body standing. “AlmoooOOOOOORUUUURRP. . .bah!” Another room shaking belch caught Ceres off guard and pushed her back down towards her chair. 

Ceres’ chair could handle a lot of weight, being made for only the gaming elite. However, handling that weight at a free fall was a different matter. Ceres fell into the chair, cracking and bursting the arm rests with her couch-like hips. The plastic splintered, shooting off into the wrapper and bag covered floor of her room. “OH!” The druid exclaimed as she felt resistance taken away. She toppled down, plopping into the seat proper. The hydraulics on the chair sighed, working to compensate for the rush of blubber. Shockingly, it was the metal that gave way first. The pole which thrust up into the cushion, no longer so fluffy after accepting Ceres’ huge rear, bent at a painful angle. Ceres’ huge legs were soon thrown over her head as she fell backward. The chat caught a glimpse of thighs bigger than watermelons and calves as big around as a bunch of bananas.

The chat pinged as superchats, superstickers, and other donation alerts went off. Ceres sighed, trying to regain any dignity and composure she had left. “No, Saplings, I’m. . .not. . .BBBLOOOORRUUP. . .dead.” She sighed. “How about. . .we try. . .this. . .again. . .tomorrow.” The hefty streamer wheezed. The sounds of chats coming in only increased. Ceres rested on her back, in the remnants of her chair. In time, she would pull herself off the floor and crawl to power off her PC. The stream would end and Ceres would waddle into the kitchen to have several meals worth of comfort snacks. Eventually, she would get brave enough to see what people wrote about the disaster stream. She would find the usual mockery and headlines. However, she would also find more than a little support. Most importantly, she would see more donations than she had ever seen in her life. 

--- Cake for Cake ---

“Ssccchaplingssscch. . .mmgghph. . .scchtoooop. . .BBWWWOOORRUUP. . .schending me. . .mmgghph. . .treatsscch!” Ceres Fauna moaned as she shoved an entire piece of cake into her mouth. Her chubby cheeks were pulled tight as she pushed the vegan confection in. The explosion of taste was enough to make her eyes roll backwards. She chewed slowly, as if the video was played at half speed. Her mouth caressed the soft, moist frosting and cake. Unable to keep her hands still, the plump digits scoured across pools and puddles of fat. The streamer, in avoid any errors such as happened on her return stream, had lashed together two quadruple sized gaming chairs. This would not only support her current size but would also give her plenty of room to grow. Ceres, however, tried to deny the latter. “I’m can’t get. . .BBBBWWWOORRUP. . .fatter!” She moaned, leaning back to play with her gut.

Generous folds bounced up and down, once again exposed to glare of lighting and the ever ready camera. Ceres’ stomach was side and pillowy soft. It matched her demeanor perfectly, a generous and inviting mound to cuddle. Equally sizeable breasts spread over top, blankets to complement the mattress underneath. No matter how much Ceres’ stomach grew in width and girth, her breasts always seemed to match or even surpass it. She was a chest heavy mountain, a tree slightly fuller at the top. Her breasts tugged on the white shirt she wore, spreading the neckline out to obscene lengths. Ceres had been forced to forego her normal attire, instead wearing comfortable clothes. Though, they would only be comfortable for a woman half her size. Certainly, not for a woman that continued to put on weight as quickly as Ceres did. 

“Isscch. . .a little smaller. . .right?” Ceres put the question to her saplings. Chunky legs worked to spin the dual monstrosity of a chair she sat in. Calves like gigantic eggplants battled each other, hidden by cozy, eggshell colored sweats. The twin chairs turned slowly, giving the full scope of the kirin’s gut and breasts. The saplings could also see how their favorite streamer’s butt filled the chair she rested in. “I’m. . .BBBLLUUURRRUUP. . .losing weight. . .right?” Ceres was tired from the little spin. As she wobbled back around, drips of sweat ran down her face to splatter into the canyon between her breasts. “I can’t be. . .bigger. . .right?” She watched the chat scroll by, afraid of the answers she was receiving. “Suh-saplingscch. . .don’t lie!” Ceres fumed, not getting the validation she was hoping for. In a delirious bid to prove she had been watching her weight, Ceres started to stand. 

The chairs rolled back, pushed by buttcheeks that could sink a canoe. The heavy sacks of booty blubber clapped audibly, a myriad of conflicting shakes running over their surface. The sweatpants were pulled so tight that every jiggle could be seen with perfect accuracy. Reaction and hastily scrawled love notes flew by in the chat as the stream was treated to Ceres’ body in motion. She lurched from side to side, her legs unable to lift evenly. The shaking grew ever more intense as she was forced to accept the burden of her flab and gravity. The chairs slid away, pushed and shoved by a butt and thighs that were huge in their ripeness. Even bereft of her fancy and magical clothing, Ceres looked like a nature goddess. Albeit, one that had been indulging in too many nutrients. 

“See. . .sort of. . .aaah. . .smaller!” She waddled backwards. Ceres tried to spread her arms outward, but dropped them in a concerned attempt to stay balanced. Her ever moving fat tried to pull her down, wanting her to lose balance and topple over in the most humorous way possible. She was so large that each step was facilitated by the swing of an arm and her gut. Once a sufficient way away from the camera, she slowly spun around. Her legs lifted and fell, their weight alone shaking the desk. The saplings marveled as they saw how Ceres’ gigantic buttcheeks lifted and spread her sweatpants. A line of sweat could be traced down her back and between her buttcheeks. Her body was coated in a sheen of perspiration, like produce displayed at a store. Meaty, clumsy hands pressed to her hips, fluffing and scooping up the flabby ham hocks. There was more blubber on her rear than a single person could ever hope to lift. Her butt rose and then dropped back into place. “Saplings. . .I have to be. . .smaller. . .correct?” Ceres wheezed the question out. 

When she finally turned around, again taking a full minute to manage her width, she found a stream of comments. There were some that were polite lies and others that were brutal truth, each was delivered with money. Ceres held her arms together, pressing her breasts forward with sagging bicep fat. Her eyes were wet, overcome with the emotions of trying to rectify her current situation with where she had been months prior. “Ooooh. . .maybe. . .BBBEERRLLLURRUUP. . .I could stand. . .to lose some. . .more.” Ceres sighed. She pushed her chair back into place, using it as a walker. It would not be long before she needed a cane or even a scooter to be mobile. The chairs hummed as she placed her bulk back into them. Ceres sighed, at least comfortable in her wealth of warm plush. “Fine. . .at least we can. . .wheeew. . .play some games.” The morbidly obese streamer sighed, fingering her mouse. 

However, just as she clicked into the chosen game a curious donation popped up. In all caps it wrote “CAKE DELIVERY IMMINENT!”. The amount of money delivered was staggering, Ceres even dropping her jaw. Seconds later, her doorbell rang. Ceres looked back then at the chat again. “Saplings! Fauna does not need any cake deliveries!” She scolded the donator. However, her scoldings were undercut by a loud rumble from her belly. “. . .but it is appreciated.” The gigantic druid started to wiggle out of her seat, ready once again to expose her immense butt to the audience. Ceres didn’t mind trading cake for cake.