/vt/ - Virtual Youtubers

I will defeat the council and Myth.

watching the Gartic Phone collab now. did any POV have a good Live TL?

https://youtu.be/v_jVJt5ub1o
FRIED

BUTTER

>>5272044
YES. Subaru WILL become fat.

>>3038942
i love my duck wife so much and things like this give me motivation to keep working and commissioning
t. writefag

>>2797327
I have those, too

>>2449470

God this is so hot.

https://youtu.be/YIpJ_x76xhg?t=4945

>>1781784
Now that's some good shit

>>1534809
BREEDABLE
UWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA SEXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

>>1516992
>Subaru stared down at the scale with a shocked grimace, frozen in disbelief. A drop of sweat rolled down her cheek. Was the stupid thing broken? Nothing like this had happened to her in years, so why now!?

>The "55kg" displayed on the dial was keeping her frozen in place, sitting in the pit of her stomach like lead.

>Nervously, she raised a set of trembling hands to her stomach. Surely this was some mistake, right? The machine was busted? Her clothes were a lot heavier than she thought? Water weight from lunch? She couldn’t have… gotten *fatter*…

>…right?

>”Geh…!”

>She understood from the moment her fingers made contact with her soft skin that the scale had made no mistake. Where she’d expected to feel a toned surface and the lines of her hips was something foreign, something plush getting in the way. Pinching at it, she was able to bunch up a solid handful of what was unmistakably pale chub and jiggle it around.

>She’d gained weight.

>”I’m gonna become foie gras at this rate…"

>Subaru prepared to begin thinking back on the past several months to determine what could have caused this, but the answer came to her surprisingly quickly. Certainly, her daily schedule in the past half year or so had been radically different from her usual. This was thanks, of course, to that pesky virus going around. With quarantine policies constantly flip-flopping about as well as social distancing rendering many casual physical activities no longer a viable source of recreation, leaving the house became a lot less appealing. She couldn’t realistically satisfy *any* of her favorite outdoorsy hobbies anymore except jogging alone, and even then she was at risk of getting dirty looks from police and the elderly.

>The results of all this had been cruel and simple: she’d stayed locked up in her home for weeks on end, left with little to do but stream and chat with friends. Unable to relax and release stress in the ways she most preferred, she’d ended up spending most of her free time between work sitting flat on her ass and sighing in boredom. There was nothing interesting to do, so that was all she could think of doing: nothing.

>Unfortunately, having had little experience doing lots of nothing in her fairly active lifestyle up to this point, she wasn’t aware of the many pitfalls of complacency. With her routine broken, she’d done even less than simply “not exercise”; she’d hardly moved at all. With her whole social network readily accessible at her fingertips, she’d spent hours upon hours unmoving in her desk chair, unmotivated to do even basic activities like going to the restroom or getting up to cook until she absolutely HAD to.

>Speaking of, cooking had started to feel like a real chore lately. Without family or friends to sit around a table and chat with while eating, the whole process felt laborious and lonely. She’d eventually found that it was much more appealing to simply make a microwavable dinner and bring it back to her PC than spend ages preparing a homemade meal in silence.

>Finally, she’d picked up a nasty habit at some point: snacking between meals. A combination of her increasing lethargy and a nagging desire to relieve stress had begun to make junk food seem irresistible. A bag of greasy potato chips or a bucket of buttered popcorn was a wonderful thing; she could position one near her computer and munch on it whenever she felt bored or annoyed without even moving. They were like little hits of dopamine, and the more she ate, the more dependent she grew on their presence. Now, hardly a day went by when her desk wasn’t loaded with bags of crisps, candies, and soda bottles.

>Subaru gingerly rubbed a hand over her newly acquired muffintop while her other searched for any differences in her rear. She let out a “tch…” as there, too, she could feel a thin film of plushness burying her previously toned glutes.

>Yes, everything had been building to *this*. She’d been denying it for a while, but it was clear now; as long as this virus was keeping her locked up, her natural lifestyle wasn’t going to cut it. The number on the scale would only keep going up if she didn’t start making some changes.

>Tomorrow… she’d officially begin a diet!

>…

>…of course, that meant the rest of today was totally free game.

>She grabbed a pint of vanilla ice cream on her way back to her desk.

Tried a bit of a different format here, more alike to a conventional narrative than a greentext. I'm feeling pretty motivated.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wYvKjj8gn_w

I honestly can't tell who enjoys the torture more, friend for receiving it, or Oga giving it.

first real attempt at doing an architect story
>okayu and subaru start to offcollab at each others place more often, resulting in the two starting to get into a better bond
>because of this, okayu starts to give subaru treats as an expression of gratitude
>subaru takes these treats and doesn't mind, as they all taste good
>overtime subaru starts to see her gut grow in size, but there is no biggie because she's constantly moving around and doing work
>she checks her weight and see's that shes gotten 3 kilos heavier, a shock to the usually active shuba
>instead of panicking, she tries to lose this weight off by going on bike rides with towa and being more active as a result, but there is pressure coming from okayu
>every visit she acts more and more coaxing and calming, giving subaru more treats if she sticks around and watches anime and movies with her
>she obliges, and eats more because okayu has been such a good friend to her during her time with hololive
>a month passes and subaru notices that her outfits have all started to get stretched out, as her thighs, ass, gut and breasts have started to grow
>she checks her scale and sees that she gained 10 kilos this time, breaking her promise to lose those measly three kilos from before
>subaru also notices her duck costume doesn't fit like before, with some fat spilling out of the jeans hole, which makes her call ui momma as a result to get a bigger size if needed
>to okayu, she doesn't take much of a notice but she does care that her favorite duck has been coming around more often, and she enjoys having company as well
>subaru barges in, and starts to cry about this weight that shes gained as well, saying that she doesn't feel comforted with her growing bigger as a result
>okayu mends this by giving her riceballs, fried shimp, and some miso so she can calm down, which she scarfs down while crying
>they talk, and subaru then goes to the store and gets herself chips and ice cream to cry away

>You will never watch Subaru's stomach grow and her demeanor change into a loving and caring mother because she deemed you worthy.

Shuba....

I want to breed this duck.