>Imagine, if you will, a world where numberfags argue not over CCVs, subs and SCs, but instead the tuber's weight
>to be big, soft and jiggly is a sign of success
>Hololive is still at the top, taking twigs and pumping out virtual pigs
>Kronii is among them
>she often boasts about the buttons she pops, how cavernous her navel is and all the times her ass swallows her strained underwear
>however, keen eyes of /vt/ schizos have been noticing that she is not what she seems to be
>they've been examining every second of 3D streams to determine with autistic precision how much her hands should sink into her body when they make contact with it
>the clipping is too rampant, her waddle doesn't have correct physics behind it and her stamina is far beyond most of her fellow idols
>the rrat says she's actually fit, but that can't be right
>oh, but it is
>behind the oversized avatar is a slim girl with a toned body
>even as her rotund colleagues assure her that it's all fine, the constant remarks and the difference between her abs and the meaty orbs making up their stomachs eventually gets to her
>and so she begins bulking up, starting with a massive feast
>she shovels food into her mouth like clockwork, barely remembering to breathe
>though she feels full, she doesn't stop even when she feels like she's about to burst
>her belly goes from pressing against her belt to comfortably resting on her lap, but that's not nearly enough
>on the contrary, such rapid progress only reinvigorates her, letting her push past her nausea
>it takes a loud tear in her pants to convince her to stop for today
>the alien feeling of having her own body get in the way of basic movement is sublime and, for once, she genuinely waddles back home, still growing bigger as her body keeps processing the overwhelming mass of nutrients
>whatever discomfort her strained stomach could bring can't be compared to the feeling of the fat clinging to her body shaking like jello when she plops onto her bed, enjoying how long it takes for her body to finally settle and then prolonging that process by slapping her protruding belly
>it's been only one day and she has already grown fat enough for her neck to lose any definition it once had
>Kronii is eager to see what tomorrow brings, how far she can take it and how soon she'll have to replace her whole wardrobe
>but alas, when the morning comes, she no longer feels her own body pressing against and engulfing her frame
>the gargantuan tummy she has worked the whole evening to gain has shrunk back into abs
>the massive thighs that ceaselessly rubbed against each other were separated once again with a clear gap between them
>her chin remains in solitude forever more, no longer accompanied by its soft brethren
>and so the poor woman gives up on her diet, choosing to drown her sorrows in booze on that night, her cries muffled by the enormous twin mounds attached to the behemoth of an artist called Wada Arco
>such are the woes of Ouro Kronii
>Cali, a fellow woman cursed with an athletic body, can only shake her head
