The Worst Clip Is Always The Next One

Crelly, a cute cow vtuber with green hair, bounced up and down and she traveled from right to left across the screen as she began to speak. Her hetero-chromatic eyes, encircled by dark, sunken rings and partially obscured by her long bangs, gave her a tired look which didn’t at all match the energy of her speech.

“Chat, chat, chat, chat, chat, I… Chat uhhh… Chat I got a message, I got a DM on twitter, I got a twitter DM today that was like, I got a twitter DM that said, a DM and the guy said ‘Hey Crelly, ever since I saw that clip of you talking about how breedable fat women are I can’t stop thinking about it and I commissioned multiple pieces of you being fat and pregnant so I can goon. Hope that’s okay.’ AHAHA AHA AHAHAHA AHAH AHHAHA!”

She started to wheeze and she sank her model out of view. Her chat, visible on the left side of the screen, was flooded with emotes depicting Vince McMahon falling backwards out of his chair and Crelly once again rose into frame.

“Chat do you guys know about architects? Do you know Pierce… Bond. I fucked that up. Chat do you guys know James fuck. Chat do you Golden FUCK. Chat do you know Pierce Brosnan? Do you know Pierce Brosnan is James Bond and he married this beautiful attractive woman and then he married her and then she is like 300 pounds now or something? It’s called like being an architect. Type 1 if you know.”

Chat filled with quite a few people typing 1 among the vast flow of confused emotes.

“Oh yeah, chat, do you like that? Do you want me to get all messy when I eat and have a big, flabby belly? Rubs my hand over it while I lean in close to you.” Her voice dropped to a sultry, almost whisper. “Do you want to feed me and make me preg- PFFFTT”

Crelly burst into her start and stop laughter again, wheezing as her model quickly darted out of frame to the right.

“Nobody clip that. Baggy please don’t clip it nyoooo.”


“What do you mean ‘Wow, Crelly, eating again?’ I haven’t eaten in like, I haven’t eaten since, I haven’t even eaten anything since McDonald’s.” Chewing sounds resumed as she took another bite. “I didn’t order another three double cheeseburgers!”

Ever since the clip where she described her regular McDonald’s order, a somewhat horrific pile of six burger patties which Chat had dubbed ‘the meatwad,’ a lot of clips of her seem to be focused on or about food or her eating.

“My mom actually told me…” Her voice trailed off, a very rare instance for her. “No, I actually don’t have to say every single thought I have out loud.”

It only took a few chat messages to goad her into speaking further anyway.

“I went out with my mom and my sister and we got McDonald’s and my sister asked everybody in the car what we wanted and when I said my order my mom said, my mom said, she said ‘Isn’t your ass fat enough already?’ Ahaha ha eeeeeHUHUHUHUH!”

She gave chat a few moments to xdc about this information.

“Yeah my ass is kinda big. My ass is like… No I’m not gonna show you a picture of my ass! I’ll draw it real quick, okay?”

Crelly pulled up MSPaint and began to scribble a very simplistic image of her lower back and then her ass jutting out very wide.

“And my ass is like bam. And then it’s like…”

She then erased the sides of her back and started drawing what appeared to be a very squishy love handle before quickly erasing it.

“Chat stop cumming to MSPaint drawings of my ass!”


“I was watching this video, chat I was watching this video on youtube and this guy, his channel name is like kinda homeless or something, and this guy built like his own desk and he didn’t want to buy a desk because when he when you you know like you watch movies and it’s like ‘computer make me a… food’ and then just like appears on your desk like wahwahwah and this guy on youtube was like building his own desk so his desk could like be a future computer desk movie desk and then he made his own desk and it can turn lights on. Type 1 if that’s so cool. Type 2 if what the fuck are you even saying.”

Chat, predictably, was only 2s as she paused to start eating something.

“Chat do you think Vedal would build me a smart desk but like not a desk and it’s my bed instead? And then like I would never have to stop streaming because my phone would just be charging all the time! Wouldn’t that be so cool, chat?” She paused for a few more bites while reading chat. “Ask him? Ask him? You should ask him? Okay I’ll DM him.”

Crelly let out what seemed to be a grunt as her tracking picked up her moving around before the sounds of her typing could be heard.

“Hey Vedal, I was watching a youtube video and could you make me a desk but it’s not a desk and it’s my bed instead and it charges my phone?” Crelly read aloud as she typed. “Thank you so much. So excited to collab with Neuro next week!”

The deep, semi-monotone voice of Baggypantsman played as at chat member donated with a TTS message.

“Did you seriously just grunt from having to sit up a little bit? Jesus, are you a cow in real life too?”

Crelly let out a short, sensual moan.

“NO HEHEE NO, NO CHAT I AHAHA NO I WAS JUST KIDDING NO PLEASE!”


“Okay, chat, are you ready?”

Everything about the stream was different. The lights were low, Crelly’s model was cast in shadow, even Crelly herself was speaking soft and slowly.

“It’s time for the ASMR you’ve all been asking for. I’ve just gotta switch to my 3DIO mic. It’s probably gonna sound like shit because I don’t have a noise-gate for it or anything. I don’t know what the volume is gonna be like. Okay, ready?”

The stream goes silent as her microphone is unplugged but is then quickly replaced with a myriad of sounds, most prevalent being one not easily identifiable. It almost sounded like flowing water but not moving consistently. An almost in utero quality, as if the sound was surrounding the mic itself. This sound was temporarily drowned out by a much more recognizable sound, the squeal of tortured bed springs accompanied the site of her model moving back to the center of frame.

“Can you hear me?”

Crelly’s voice sounded so different now, almost like a completely different person.

“Is the volume okay?”

Heavy breathing through her nose could be heard, her speaking accompanied by a light wheezing on some words. All things that the noise-gate of her other microphone must have been blocking.

“Sick? No, I feel fine.” Crelly began responding to chat messages. “Ocean sound? I don’t have any background track. Is my mic fucked up? I don’t see anything on my end.”

Multiple chat members were also reporting hearing the sound but they seemed to all be mostly in agreement that the sound was pleasant enough to match the ASMR vibes so Crelly moved on. A rustling of what sounded like paper bags could be heard.

“I know some of you freaks wanted me to do eating ASMR sounds. Why is this kind of embarrassing?”

It was possible to hear Crelly chewing during normal streams but the 3DIO mic brought it to the next level. She almost sounded like a wild animal as she took voracious bites of her hamburger, her nose breathing only getting heavier as she smacked her lips.

“Mmmmm, chat it’s so good.”

More crinkling sounds could be heard and another bite confirmed it was likely the sound of her opening another burger. Crispy bites of fries could be heard mixed in with her feast. She stopped to wet her mouth with some soda before letting out a light, and clearly accidental burp.

“Could you hear-”

Crelly’s unruly belly interrupted her speech with another belch followed by a gentle groan that sounded more like a sensual moan than anything else. The flowing water sound had changed, it sounded more heavy now but also had a gurgling quality to it. A storm being whipped up in this turbulent ocean. Almost beyond belief, the sound of even more food being unwrapped came through the stream as well.

“Chat is this, oooo, is this enough eating sounds?”

Chat had been moving so fast it barely even appeared on the screen at all for the past few minutes and her question did nothing to slow it down.

“Turn my cam on? I don’t have a hand cam set up. Why would you even-” Another wispy burp interrupted her. “Why do you even want to see my burgers?”

A new sound entered the gorging soundscape, a softer more, gentle sound. Likely the sounds of her trying to soothe her belly if her huffing breath was any indication.

“Ooooh, not my burgers? You wanna see my shirt riding up my big, fat breeding bel-”

Crelly interrupted herself with a yelp as she dragged her model off screen.

“What do you mean ‘when is the ASMR going to start?’”


“How is the subathon timer STILL over a thousand hours? It’s been nearly a year!”

It was true. Not once in the months and months of watching this clips channel has her timer even gotten close to 1000 let alone under it.

“What do I have to do for you guys to let me lower the timer? I’ve barely left my bed in months.”

Chat was filled with various bullying messages but one chose to donate theirs for TTS.

“Months? You mean you’ve left your trailer before?”

“I don’t live in a trailer anymore! You guys know I had to move out after my hips got stuuuhhhh-”

Crelly didn’t manage to catch her embarrassing admission fast enough to prevent chat from knowing exactly what she was going to say.

“No no no no no way no way no way no way. No way! Chat my hips aren’t- WIDE LOAD? NO I DON’T MAKE ‘TRUCK BACKING UP BEEPS!’”


“Chat do I really have to do this? Please! Can’t it be anything else?”

Crelly had on her most cute and pathetic voice to try to beg her way out of this, though chat wasn’t wholly convinced her pleas weren’t just for show. After a few more weeks of the timer still never getting any lower, Crelly allowed chat to send in suggestions for a challenge and if she completed the challenge then she could drop the timer by however much time that chatter thought their suggestion was worth. In order to keep troll answers from winning, Crelly had made it so you not only had to donate to send in your suggestion, but you had to donate in order to vote as well. Crelly had spun this as also being “insurance” for chat that whatever answer won would have to be done or else she would get banned for fraud. Something that was quickly coming back to bite her in the ass.

“It doesn’t fit, okay? The costume doesn’t fit. Can we please pick a different one?”

The suggestion that had won by a landslide was by far the most humiliating thing on the list. The chatter said she could end the subathon today but in exchange Crelly would have to do just one last stream. A stream on fansly.

“Okay I’ll turn the camera on but you have to let me stop after this.”

After a few more stalling moments, the inevitable couldn’t be avoided anymore. Crelly’s model moved to the corner of the screen and her stream background was replaced with a live camera feed. Crelly was enormous.

“I could only get the top piece on.”

A while back during one of Crelly’s typical ramblings she had accidentally said just enough for chat to piece together that she had been playing Gorge Valley, a fat fetish game where you turn thin women into immobile cow blobs. Chat had never let this go and evidently neither had the winning suggester. The winning suggestion was that Crelly had to turn on her camera, she was allowed to have her face out of frame or covered, but the rest of her had to be on display in a ‘cow-kini’ as well as cow-print stockings and arm warmers. An outfit that Crelly was technically wearing. Mostly.

Crelly had the lights as low as possible, trying to hide in the shadows, but the light from her screens showed more than enough. If she hadn’t mentioned she wasn’t wearing the bottom piece it would have been impossible to tell as her huge belly easily covered her lap, pushing out almost to her knees. Her belly couldn’t, however, cover the tattered remains of her leggings. It was impossible to tell what size she had tried to put on, but it was clear they weren’t sized for the morbidly obese. They were already ripping even just at her cankles let alone making anywhere close to covering up her thighs. The flab hanging down from her thighs was doing a better job hiding her knees than these leggings ever could.

Her arm warmers weren’t fairing any better. A viewer could be forgiven for thinking she didn’t even have them on at all considering the pitiful amount of white and black fabric that still desperately clung to the lard sacks posing as her arms. Her arms were much more visible than her legs, however, as so much excess fat was piled on her upper arms that she could no longer put them down, each saggy limb permanently at an angle as her upper arm fat battled for room against her sides and breasts. Breasts which seemed almost seemed tiny compared to the rest of her. They were easily larger than any normal woman could dream of achieving, but compared to the multi-tiered gut beneath them, her comparatively diminutive breasts seemed almost pathetic as they sagged off on either side. Even her areolae were huge, each ring poking around her bikini cups on all sides.

The suggestion had requested that Crelly begin the stream standing up for the camera but it was quite clear why she wasn’t. Even viewed at this angle from the front you could easily make out the pile of fat that made up her ass. Her bed appeared custom made and even that was close to being overflowed by her wobbling hips, her entire body quivering with even the slightest of movements.

The other aspect of the stream was a simple concept one could find anywhere else on the site. Crelly had a toy wedged deep beneath the jiggling mess of her stomach and thighs and viewers could donate money to activate the toy and control how long and how intense it vibrated. And for a little more architect flavor, she added integration for viewers to be able to donate to her doordash account and instead to place orders with and she would have to eat anything ordered during the stream. All in all, the humiliation of the whole thing hardly seemed worth it compared to just finishing her subathon normally.

It only took a few seconds before donations began flooding in and the queue for her vibration times and intensities began to fill the upper left corner of the screen. But instead of begging for mercy, Crelly instead changed tune. Now she was just laughing.

“Ha ha ha you idiots! You think you are soooo smart don’t you, chat? ‘Oh Crelly is so stupid, doesn’t she realize that everyone donating to the subathon will just donate to this instead and make it last forever too huhuh.‘ Yeah? Well guess what, morons, this toy that the chatter sent only has a battery that lasts two hours. And look at the kwee, not even a tenth of these will go through before the stream is already over. You paid me for nothing TWICE!”

Her chuuni villain speech might have been more effective if it hadn’t been followed by moaning. She just hit a wall of max intensity donations and it rendered her nearly speechless, her words slurred as she tried to speak again.

“Thsh ishnt.. nnn.. even… punishment. I haven’t-” Her entire body quaked accompanied by a loud moan and seemingly involuntary gripping of a roll of fat on her stomach. “Haven’t been able to.. ah… reach in monsh…”

A loud whirring sound could be heard as a small stand rolled into view carrying a tray. Another robot she had built for her, capable of bringing in any of the doordash orders directly to her side. She quickly swiped the first bag of what would be many and shoveled a greedy handful of fries into her maw as her moaning continued.


It turned out Crelly’s most famous clip of all wouldn’t come from a twitch stream, the clip couldn’t even be posted on youtube. Instead it was a clip from her first and only fansly stream, day five of it. It had only taken a few hours for her to realize her mistake when the toy didn’t run out of batteries. Her ‘smart bed,’ the invention that had allowed her so much convenience was now the source of her prison. Her toy couldn’t run out of batteries, neither could her phone, everything set up around her bed was receiving a constant charge. She hadn’t run an easy two hour scam, she had unknowingly agreed to unending agony.

The dinging sound that indicated a new doordash delivery was on its way played and was followed by groan that was almost a howl from Crelly. Her stomach was packed so full and was so slick with sweat that it was practically glowing red in the light from her screens, the organ within so overstuffed it forced her into a reclining position, revealing several of an unknowable number of chins sagging down her grease covered neck and just a hint of her open lips switching back and forth between pain and curled up in pleasure as she gasped and wheezed for air. Crelly seemed to be trying to beg for the stream to end, or maybe the food deliveries, she had been mostly incoherent for days now from the constant food coma and uncontrollable orgasms.

Crelly clutched at her chest with one hand, the other seemingly struggle to reach out towards the camera. She managed to utter one final sound before the clip cut off.

“More...”

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Pub: 30 Nov 2025 21:13 UTC

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