[Regifortis]

A month or so later, and Steve had settled into a new routine as well as a new clothing size. No one would be exaggerating to say that he was well and truly huge, although his growing fanbase liked to exaggerate anyway. He ate and showed off on stream, took a nap, chatted with Will, ate and showed off on stream again, and went to bed. That was his normal day.

The shirts and pants he bought for going outside looked more and more like bags of fabric. His ass got bigger, his legs and arms got bigger, and his stomach seemed to be turning into a beach ball of flesh. Will and Steve joked about it, but Steve started to wonder if he could find clothes big enough for him soon. But on one day in particular, he had something more important to wonder about.

"Hey, Will," Steve said after finally finishing lunch. "My, ah...my fans are really curious about you now. I've played up the idea of you taking care of me--" Which wasn't wholly wrong "--and they love it. They either want to steal me from you or just watch you take care of me...or both. So I figure, if you don't mind..." Steve felt himself blush and scratched the back of his head. "I say let's give them what we want."

Steve had to look away for some reason. "Y-You certainly don't have to do it. And you'd just be pretending, obviously. What do you say?"