Chapter 10
It took another week before Steve had enough energy to start filming again. He wanted to post a video of him and Bucky, but he had a few conditions. To protect Bucky's identity, his head had to be out of the shot. It had to be a pre-filmed post, not a live stream. Steve had an idea for a plot, a 'fucking the landlord in lieu of rent' or 'fucking the professor for a better grade' type beat, because he was bound to lose viewership if he admitted he wasn't single. He wouldn't promote it, in case it didn't go over well, so he could delete it from his main channels without a trace.
"Are you ashamed of me?" Bucky joked.
"Absolutely not," Steve answered with complete conviction. "But the internet is brutal. Even if I delete it later, at least one person will download it. Once it's uploaded there's no taking it back. In case it gets out, I want it to be the tamest video possible. I've seen people's lives ruined by being doxxed. And I've never collaborated with someone fat before. I have no idea how my fans will react. They could be really mean, which you could see."
"I have thick skin," Bucky answered. "And besides, all your fans like you being trans. Why would they have an issue with me being fat?"
"Just because they have a fetish for transgender bodies doesn't mean they respect them. I get hate comments every day, not just humiliation fetish ones. I've been bullied all my life. What they say doesn't get to me, and I do this for a living. I have no boss to be outed to. I have identity insurance and firewalls and shit that prevents me from being hacked, and I use a fake name. But still. It's dangerous and it could ruin your life."
But Bucky still wanted to. Steve dressed up his set completely differently from usual; he took down his backdrop, his floral arrangements, covered the headboard with a blanket, changed the sheets and bedding to plain white ones, and wore no lingerie. Bucky laid down on the bed and Steve set up his phone with his head cut off, but in case he moved later, he could always crop the video.
"Don't speak," Steve told him before pressing play. "Try not to moan, but if you do, it's okay. Don't act too overfamiliar with me. Let me know when you're coming by tapping me on the off-camera side."
"Sounds like fun," Bucky joked flatly.
Steve rolled his eyes. He knew Bucky probably thought he was overthinking this like many other things, but security was no joke.
He pressed play on the phone and crawled forward onto the bed to Bucky's erection.
Steve woke up before Bucky did, as usual. He rolled over and checked the time on his phone, turning of Do Not Disturb.
Dozens of notifications flooded his screen. He blinked away the bleariness of sleep, swiping away the unimportant notifications and checking his email, his private and public socials.
Lastly, he opened his streaming app.
"Holy fuck," he muttered.
Bucky started to stir beside him.
He had 16K subscribers, making about 16K per month off of subscriptions alone. He also made private videos for pay per view, had pay per minute for private video chats, sold pictures and videos on other websites, promoted with multiple social media accounts, and had multiple tiered membership based tipping websites. His best pre-filmed posted video had reached around 500K views.
This one had gained 1.3 million literally overnight, and he had gained 10,000 new subscribers.
There were 15K comments, over triple what he normally got, about half positive and half overwhelmingly negative. But even the negative comments helped boost his interaction, promoting his account to new users.
Bucky didn't live it down for the rest of the week. "I deserve a second slice of cake. I'm a porn star." Like he wouldn't have had a second (and third, and fourth) slice anyway. "I'm buying myself some new shoes. Since I'm such a popular porn star." He'd refused to split the money from the video in half, saying that Steve's face earned him at least 70%. "Who knew this was the body the people wanted? I knew. People comment "come to Brazil" on all my Instagram posts."
"Shut the fuck up," Steve told him, laughing despite himself. He was happy for both of them. Their video had caught the attention of many different fetish corners of the internet, including the feedism community. Huge content creators he'd admired for years- both gainers and fat admirers- had commented on the video and began subscribing to him. He contemplated making a sound account for strictly fetish content, but it felt disingenuous. It would just lead back to his primary account anyway. He wanted to keep making the same content he always had, while occasionally posting a video encouraging stuffing or something like that. But could he follow his passions and still retain his fans?
He risked it, feeling bold. He posted a video titled: "POV: You've Gained 20 Pounds And I Notice" where he reassured the camera that he still found him attractive, and wouldn't mind if he gained more weight, starting off small. He gained five thousand more subscribers that week. His audience slowly changed- his best clients remained, paying for private sessions like they had all along, but he overall got less hate comments on his videos. His audience was more encouraging, and he even got more requests for more feedism material, and more videos with Bucky. He posted a POV of sucking Bucky's dick that the brunet recorded. By the end of the month, he'd almost doubled his subscriber count and was featured on the home page of the website.
He wanted to do something special to celebrate. The obvious choice was a vacation at a romantic location. Travel didn't always work well with his disabilities; the places weren't always accommodating, and he couldn't plan his flare ups, or worse, the stress from being away from home would agitate his symptoms, and he ended up just wishing he could be miserable at home. But he wanted to give it another try.
He took out his phone to text a friend.
Steve: Hey, Nat. Do you have any places available for booking in late August, early September?
Natasha: Steve! Of course I do for you, buddy. I'll even give you a labor day discount.
Steve:… Is that even a thing?
Natasha: For you <3
Nat was a mutual sex worker. Their content ran in opposing directions; her screenname was BlackWidow69 and she wore a latex catsuit and whipped her puppy sub on camera. They'd collaborated virtually and physically a few times when she had come into the city. She had been in the business even longer than Steve, and had since taken her earnings from sex work and opened boarding alternatives for young girls, something Steve would have killed for when he was younger. Since getting into real estate, she also held several Air Bnbs upstate, some near a small lake that would be perfect for a late summer vacation.
Natasha: My sister and her gf are staying in my best place that week, but I can offer you the log cabin. Very rustic, very romantic.
Steve: I'm sold. I also get to introduce you to my new bf <3
Natasha: Omg I'll be sure to have the full couple package ready. Would be the perfect time for a proposal ;) ;)
Steve: LOL chill. We'll see.
Plans secured, he told Bucky to take the week off work.
One hour before the Uber XL was set to arrive, Steve had packed around 200 pounds of luggage.
"Honey, do you really think we're going to need all this? I doubt we'll really even be wearing clothes," Bucky declared, gesturing to the 4 suitcases, 3 duffel bags, 2 backpacks, and 5 plastic bags of other assorted things.
Steve had kept the location a surprise, but Bucky knew they'd likely be swimming and maybe some hiking. "Well, you never know," he fretted, walking back and forth and checking the list on his phone for the fifteenth time. He'd brought a myriad of sex toys, lingerie, all his mobility aids and medications, all his filming equipment, a few outfits for a nice night out, swimsuits, toiletries, and some snacks, even though he intended on making a grocery run the second they arrived. He kind of wanted to push Bucky to see how much weight he could put on in a week if they really tried. You know, as opposed to what we normally do, he thought wryly.
Their car arrived early, they laboriously packed all of their items away, and a mostly uneventful 3 hour drive later, they were being dropped off at the campsite. The lake reflected the late August sun dipping over the Adirondacks. It was kept strictly no fishing so that campers could enjoy swimming in the placid water. There were campgrounds further along the road, but Nat owned four modest summer homes on a small hill that overlooked the lake. Nat herself came down the wooden stairs built into the hill to welcome them.
She called a greeting, and Bucky turned and did a double take. "Tasha! No fucking way," he exclaimed, dropping his bags to give her a hug.
Natasha gave him a small once-over as recognition dawned across her face, and then an approving nod to Steve. "James! It is a small world."
"Wait, you two know each other?"
"Nat and Yelena started going to our high school in my senior year," Bucky explained.
"Yelena's here too, with Kate. And Clint is making shish kebabs for us all."
"Tasha, get this," Bucky started, releasing her from the embrace. "Remember that girl I was all hung up over before dating Yelena?" She nodded, and he gestured with his thumb at Steve.
Her sharp jaw dropped to the gravel parking lot. "No fucking way!" She had a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Yelena is my sister," she explained to Steve.
Steve's head was spinning. Small world was putting it plainly. Natasha had literally pegged him for views before, and somewhere, maybe at the same time, Bucky was fucking her sister. Steve wondered how many coincidences had nearly brought them together before their serendipitous final reunion.
He was excited to meet Clint, but a little apprehensive about being in the company of so many people. "Let's get our stuff put away first?" he asked Bucky, instinctively deferring to his authority.
Bucky sensed his anxiety. "We had a long drive," he explained to Nat. "We'll get settled in, and we might meet you for s'mores later."
"Of course! Take all the time you need. We'll save you some seats."
The cabin was too picturesque to be real. Natasha had given Steve a real deal, half off for the whole week, including canoe rental. He laid down on the bed, trying to regain some energy while Bucky unpacked their luggage.
"This week is for us," Bucky told him. "Don't feel bad if you don't feel up to hanging out with everybody else. They'll live."
"No, I want to see them, just for a little. I want to see what kind of food we can deliver here."
"There aren't many options." Bucky showed him the wasteland that was delivery apps. "Maybe we take Clint up on the shish kebabs tonight and do a grocery run tomorrow?"
Steve nodded, steeling his nerves to tell Bucky about his plan. "Do you like the surprise?"
Bucky joined him on the bed and kissed him. "I love it. Thank you so much."
"I was thinking…"
Bucky laughed. "I knew it. Your evil ass was plotting something. What is it?"
Steve fake-pouted. "My ass is not evil. It's naughty at worst."
Bucky gave said ass a hearty slap, making Steve squeal. "Brat. Tell me your idea." His tone was playful, but his eyes were glinting darkly.
"I wanted to see if I could stuff you constantly for all seven days."
"How is that so different from what we normally do?"
"I know, I know, you eat until you're full for like, every meal. But this would be, from the moment you wake up until you go to sleep, you're constantly eating something. And when you're too full, we wait for you to digest until the moment you can take something else, and then we keep that up constantly. I might even wake you up a few times a night for snacks."
Bucky took a moment to ponder. "Did you pack the scale?"
They agreed to start the next morning. After a quickie and an outfit change, they met Nat, Clint, Yelena, and Kate at a picnic table on a patio next to the grill.
"James!" Yelena called when she saw him, getting up from her spot beside Kate and hugging him. Steve found that he didn't mind. He gave Kate a polite nod that she returned.
"Clint," the blond beside Nat introduced himself. Steve noticed a cochlear implant on his left side. "You're even hotter in real life!"
The compliment took Steve aback a little. He tried to take it in stride, looking to Nat with wide eyes and a tight smile.
She put a hand on Clint's shoulder dominantly. They were about the same height, but she wore heels that gave her the advantage. "Manners, puppy," she reminded him. He immediately dropped his eyes to the ground.
"Sorry, Steve. I'm a big fan of yours. The stuff you two have being doing recently is super hot!"
Bucky didn't seem to mind. His eyes were fixed on the prize; a platter on the table stacked high with shish kebabs, beef, chicken, and pork. He served himself a healthy portion and asked Kate to pass the rice. Steve spied bell peppers and mushrooms in the shish kebabs, so decided to just stick to rice.
"Aw, are you allergic to something?" Bucky asked, noticing.
"Nah, I just don't really like the texture of bell peppers or mushrooms. It's okay though, I love rice. I wasn't too hungry to begin with."
Clint nodded. "I get it, girl. I'm neurodivergent too."
"'Too'?" Steve repeated, glancing at Bucky.
Bucky just shrugged and dug into his kebabs.
Clint was about to say something else, but a sharp look from Nat stopped him, and he stayed silent.
"So, what do you do?" Steve asked of Kate.
"We're both students!" she answered brightly. "We met in college."
"She's my sugar mommy," Yelena interrupted. "She pays my tuition."
"And she loves and adores me in return," Kate responded, stars in her eyes as she clutched onto the blonde's shoulder. A golden retriever that had been playing near the edge of the water ran up to Kate, and she snuck him some chicken under the table.
"I saw that!" Clint shouted, even though he was facing the grill, cooking up more steak to replace the significant dent Bucky had made in the platter. "I'm deaf, not blind. You're gonna make him fat."
"Aww, let him have some. He's on vacation too!"
Bucky looked over at Steve with pleading eyes.
"No way. Not from the 11th floor." Steve was more of a cat person.
"C'mon, babe," Bucky pleaded. "We have more than enough space."
"And who's gonna toilet it six times a day? Who's gonna train it?" Bucky didn't remember to feed himself half the time, and he was lucky he worked a job where he set his own hours, because he had chronic time blindness. "We should start small, with like a hamster or something."
"Or a lizard," Nat suggested. "I have four bearded dragons. They're great starter reptiles."
Bucky frowned comically. "I was thinking of something I could cuddle."
The table debated different types of animals. Nat vouched for tarantulas, snakes, moths, and rats. Yelena and Steve just met eyes over the table and shared a smirk with each other.
After dinner, they moved from the picnic table to some low rocks around a campfire for s'mores.
Bucky groaned as he lowered himself, a hand on the apex of his tummy.
"Ate too much?" Yelena asked with a chuckle.
Kate gave a sympathetic grunt. "Me, too. You're gonna have to roll me to bed. Ooh, marshmallows! Gimme." She reached for the bag from Clint, but Nat intercepted it and handed her only a few.
"Do not let her have the bag unless no one wants any!" Nat commanded, skewering some marshmallows.
"Fine with me," Steve replied. "I'll take just chocolate."
"I hate marshmallows too," Clint agreed. "Too fluffy."
"That's why you have to burn them," Nat answered with a maniacal gleam in her eye. Her marshmallows were practically torches at the end of her poker.
"That's how I like 'em." Bucky held out his cracker, and Nat deposited one of the blackened things on it for him.
Steve scrunched his nose. "You might as well put a piece of coal on there, Buck."
They laughed and debated the best toastiness of marshmallows. After a few bars of chocolate, Steve started giving Bucky the look, and he slowly stood and they said their goodnights.
Back in the cabin, Bucky took a shower to get the smell of campfire out of his clothes, but Steve headed straight to bed, cocooning himself in the blankets.
"I love them, but they're all so much," he groaned. "I don't want to be social for the rest of the year."
Bucky dried himself, and instinctively tried to wrap a towel around his waist, but to Steve's delight, it was too small. "I agree. That was nice, but the rest of this week is just for us."
He turned out the lights and opened the window, letting in the sounds of the crickets and the singing frogs. It was a far cry from the constant automobile white noise of the city, but Steve found he didn't mind it.
"In the mood?" Bucky asked, spooning Steve from behind and pushing his full belly into Steve's back.
"Not really," Steve replied apologetically.
"No sweat. Imma go it solo," Bucky told him, rolling over to jack off. Steve fell asleep to the gentle motions of the bed shaking.