Chapter 7: Echoes in the Dashboard

The kitchen chair groaned when Sugi finally stood up, its protest a low and familiar sound. A dull ache still pulsed deep in her gut, a leftover cramp from the octopus. She shuffled to the sink, leaning heavily against the counter as she ran the tap and drank straight from it. The water tasted flat, but it washed away the lingering ghost of sesame oil.

She had to edit the footage.

Moving back to her computer desk required careful navigation around the tripod still standing in the middle of the room. She lowered herself into her reinforced chair, the cushion sighing under her weight. Her computer screen glowed with the paused video editor, the last frame showing her own blank face staring back from the kitchen table.

She started trimming the raw file. The beginning was fine—her awkward introduction, the explanation of the challenge. She cut out a few seconds where she fumbled with the container lid. Then she reached the part where she began eating.

Watching herself chew that first piece on screen brought the nausea back in a small, manageable wave. Her own expression in the video was a fascinating study in controlled discomfort. She could see the exact moment her eyes widened when the suction cups stuck. She kept editing, snipping out a long stretch where she just sat there breathing between pieces. The video needed pacing, not every single agonizing second.

A small notification banner slid into the top right corner of her screen while she worked. It was from CurveSpace.

New tip received: $25.

She clicked it without thinking, minimizing her editing software for a moment. The dashboard loaded. The tip was attached to a comment on her weigh-in video from earlier. “Can’t wait to see you hit 400!” it read.

But below that notification, three more had appeared. All were flagged as donation requests, not just tips.

Her stomach did a different kind of flip.

She opened her main notifications tab. A list of pending requests filled the screen, each tagged with a dollar amount and a short preview of the attached note. There were seven of them. Seven new requests, all timestamped within the last hour—right after she would have uploaded the octopus video if she’d already posted it.

They must have seen the notification that she’d accepted the San-nakji challenge. The platform sent alerts to followers when a creator accepted a significant request, especially one with a variable payout. Her audience knew she was doing it, and now they were excited.

The first request on the list offered eighty dollars for her to eat an entire jar of pickled eggs on camera. The second wanted her to consume a two-pound block of cream cheese, plain. The third offered a hundred and twenty for a “baby food challenge,” blending a full Thanksgiving dinner into a smoothie.

Sugi scrolled down, her nausea momentarily forgotten under a spreading warmth of something else. Anticipation maybe. Validation definitely.

The fourth request made her pause.

Amount: $300 Status: Pending Acceptance Attached Note Preview: “24-hour weight gain shake marathon. Drink one every hour. Recipe included.”

Three hundred dollars. That was substantial, more than some of her smaller video earnings for an entire week. She clicked to open the full details.

The donor’s username was “GainerChef.” The note was lengthy.

“Hey Chubby Cutie, loved the octopus idea—next level! Here’s another challenge for you. I want to see you drink a high-calorie weight gain shake every hour for 24 hours straight. No solid food during that period, just the shakes. I’ve included my personal recipe below. Each shake is approx 2,000 calories. That’s 48,000 calories total if you complete it. I’ll pay $300 upfront if you accept, plus a $200 bonus if you actually finish all 24 shakes on camera (live stream preferred). Let me know!”

Below the text was a bulleted list of ingredients for one shake:

• 2 cups whole milk
• 1 cup heavy cream
• 2 scoops vanilla protein powder
• 1/2 cup rolled oats
• 2 tablespoons peanut butter
• 2 tablespoons olive oil
• 1 banana
• 3 tablespoons chocolate syrup

Sugi read the recipe twice. It was essentially a liquid version of the massive calorie bombs she used to engineer in secret at her old lab job. The olive oil was a clever touch—high in fat, virtually tasteless when blended. Drinking one of those every hour would be… difficult. Not from fullness necessarily, though that would become a problem, but from the sheer monotony and the sloshing liquid bulk. Forty-eight thousand calories. The number was almost abstract.

Before she could think too much about it, another notification popped up, this one with a distinctive ping she’d set for especially large tips.

New tip received: $500.

Her breath caught. Five hundred dollars was a single-tip record for her channel. She clicked it.

It wasn’t a simple tip. It was another donation request, structured as an upfront payment with conditions.

Amount: $500 (collaboration fee) Status: Pending Creator Agreement Attached Note Preview: “Would love to see you do a collab video with my favorite feedee, JennieLush! Here’s her profile link. I’ll cover your standard rate.”

The donor had included a hyperlink to another CurveSpace creator profile. Sugi clicked it.

The profile loaded, showing a woman named “JennieLush.” Her header image was a professional-looking photo of her laughing, holding a massive burger in both hands. She was tall, with a round, pleasant face framed by curly brown hair. And she was fat—noticeably so, with broad hips and a full stomach that strained against a bright pink tank top in the picture.

But as Sugi scrolled through Jennie’s public photos and video previews, a quiet observation settled in her mind. Jennie was big, sure. But she was smaller than Sugi was now.

Jennie’s stats listed on her profile put her at 280 pounds. Sugi had just weighed in at 370 this morning. The difference was nearly a hundred pounds. In their world, that was a significant gap.

The donor’s full note elaborated: “I think you two would have amazing chemistry! Jennie is more of a tease/feeder type in her videos sometimes, and you’re such a dedicated gainer. I’d pay to watch her help you pack it in. She’s local too, I think! Check her out.”

Sugi leaned back in her chair, which creaked again in response. The dull ache from the octopus was still there, a low-grade reminder in her gut. But her mind was racing ahead, already piecing together logistics. A collaboration. With another woman who understood this thing, who did it for work and for pleasure too probably.

She looked from the weight gain shake request still open in one tab to Jennie’s beaming profile photo in another. Two paths, both leading to more food, more growth, more content. One was a solitary marathon of liquid calories. The other was something new—a shared space with someone who spoke the same secret language.

Outside her window, the afternoon light was starting to fade. Inside, her dashboard glowed with possibilities, each notification a tiny siren call luring her deeper into the life she’d built for herself here alone at her computer, one extreme bite at a time

Her cursor hovered over the private message button on Jennie’s profile. The rational part of her brain, the part that still sometimes sounded like her old lab-manager self, suggested she should finish editing the octopus video first. She had a queue of other requests to review. She still felt vaguely unwell.

She clicked the button anyway.

The message window opened, blank and waiting. Sugi typed, deleted, then typed again, trying to sound professional but not cold.

“Hi Jennie, I’m Sugi—I run the Chubby Cutie channel. A viewer just tipped me with a request for us to do a collab. I’d be really interested if you are! Love your content.”

She hit send before she could overthink the wording. The message vanished into the platform’s system. Now she had to wait.

To distract herself, she went back to the octopus footage. She was in the final stretch of the edit, where her chewing became slower and more mechanical. Watching it now, with the nausea receding, she could appreciate the rawness of it. The camera didn’t lie. It captured the exact moment her eyes glazed over, shifting from performative struggle into something more genuine and exhausted. That was good content. People paid for that authenticity.

A soft chime sounded from her speakers. A new message notification appeared in the corner of her screen, from JennieLush.

Sugi minimized her editing software again, her pulse picking up just a little.

The message was long and bubbly. “OMG HI!!! I’m such a fan of your channel!! Seriously, your weigh-in videos are iconic. I saw you just did a san-nakji challenge?? That’s wild, you’re so brave lol. I would LOVE to collab. What did you have in mind?”

Sugi smiled, a real one that softened her face. The excitement in the message was contagious. She typed back, her fingers feeling clumsy on the keyboard.

“Thank you! The octopus was… an experience. Still recovering lol. The donor suggested you might be able to help ‘pack it in’ for me? Maybe a feast video? I’m open to ideas!”

Jennie’s reply came almost instantly, as if she’d been sitting at her computer too. “Yesss I love that. I do a lot of feeder-style stuff in my videos. We could do a classic pizza and wings feast? Or something more thematic? My place is kinda small for filming though.”

Sugi looked around her own apartment. It was essentially one big room now, cleared of furniture she didn’t need to make space for her tripsod and ring light. “My apartment is set up for filming. We could do it here, if you’re comfortable with that? I’m in the city, near downtown.”

“Perfect! I’m in the suburbs but I can drive in. How about this weekend? Saturday afternoon? Gives us time to plan and shop.”

Saturday was three days away. Sugi checked her mental calendar, which was mostly just a list of meal ideas and editing deadlines. It was completely clear. “Saturday works great for me. Should we decide on a menu?”

They messaged back and forth for the next half hour, the conversation flowing easily from logistics into their shared niche. They settled on a menu: two extra-large pizzas (one meat lovers, one supreme), a family-sized order of buffalo wings with blue cheese and ranch, garlic knots, and a two-liter bottle of soda. Simple, classic, voluminous.

Jennie suggested they split the cost of food, but Sugi insisted on covering it since they were filming at her place. “Think of it as studio overhead,” she typed.

“You’re a gem <3” Jennie replied. “Okay, so feeder/feedee dynamic? I can definitely take charge if that’s cool with you. You just sit back and enjoy the ride.”

A warm shiver ran down Sugi’s spine at the phrasing. “That sounds perfect,” she wrote.

They exchanged numbers for easier coordination on the day, and then signed off with a flurry of emojis. Sugi leaned back, the chair groaning again. The lingering discomfort from earlier was almost gone, replaced by a buzzing anticipation.

Saturday arrived with a grey, drizzly sky. Sugi spent the morning cleaning her apartment with a slow, methodical diligence, wiping down surfaces and clearing any clutter from filming sightlines. She ordered the food for pickup just before noon, scheduling it for two o’clock. At one-thirty, she received a text from Jennie.

Just parked downstairs! Be right up.

Sugi took a final look at herself in the mirror by the door. She’d dressed in what she considered her “nice” loungewear—a stretchy black top and matching leggings that accommodated her size without being overly baggy. She wanted to look put-together for a fellow professional.

A soft knock came at the door. Sugi opened it.

Jennie stood in the hallway, smiling broadly. She was exactly as her pictures suggested—tall, probably five-ten or so, with a curvy, fat frame. She wore a loose-fitting floral dress that flowed over her hips and stomach. Her cheeks were round and rosy, and her curly brown hair was piled into a messy bun.

“Sugi! Hi!” Jennie said, her voice warm and slightly louder than necessary for the hallway.

“Hi! Come in,” Sugi said, stepping aside to let her pass.

As Jennie moved past her into the apartment, the difference in their sizes became immediately apparent in three dimensions. Jennie was big, but she moved with an easy grace that Sugi had lost months ago. There was no careful deliberation in her steps, no slight sway to manage her center of gravity. And standing side-by-side for that brief moment near the door, Sugi realized her own shoulders were broader, her body occupying more space both outward and forward. Jennie’s stomach was a soft curve under her dress. Sugi’s was a solid shelf that preceded her.

Jennie didn’t seem to notice or care about the comparison. She was looking around the apartment with an appreciative eye. “Oh wow, you really have a studio setup! This is amazing.”

“It’s just my living room,” Sugi said, closing the door and leading the way further in. “But yeah, I had to rearrange things when I went full-time.”

“It’s so professional,” Jennie said, gesturing to the ring light and the backdrop Sugi sometimes used. “I’m still filming against my bedroom wall.” She turned back to Sugi, her gaze sweeping over her openly but not unkindly. “You look incredible, by the way. Your pictures don’t do you justice honestly.”

The compliment landed with a strange duality—it felt good to be admired by someone in the know, but it also highlighted the reality of what she was being admired for. “Thank you,” Sugi said, feeling her cheeks grow warm. “You too.”

Jennie laughed, a bright sound. “Oh please, I’m just your average fatty next to you! You’re like… goals.” She said it so casually, as if discussing a fitness target instead of its opposite.

They fell into an easy rhythm of preparation. Sugi showed Jennie where the spare tripod was stored, and they set up two cameras—one for a wide shot of the table and one for a closer angle on Sugi.

“So how long have you been doing this full-time?” Jennie asked as she tightened a mount.

“About three months now,” Sugi said, checking the battery level on her main camera.

“And you’re already over 350?”

“Three-seventy as of Tuesday.”

Jennie let out a low whistle. “Damn girl. That’s some dedication. The gain shows, in the best way.” She adjusted the angle of the second camera slightly. “I’ve been at it for almost two years and I’m still hovering around 280. My metabolism is a bitch, honestly.”

As they worked, they talked shop. They compared notes on editing software and lighting techniques. They complained about difficult donors who made unreasonable demands without proper payment. They shared their favorite places to buy clothes that actually fit.

The conversation naturally drifted into more personal territory as they arranged plates and napkins on the table.

“So what got you into this?” Jennie asked casually, lining up three different dipping sauces for the wings.

Sugi hesitated for only a second. With anyone else, she would have deflected or lied. But Jennie was looking at her with genuine curiosity, no judgment in her eyes. “I always had… the interest,” Sugi said carefully, arranging garlic knots on a platter. “Since I was a teenager probably. But I couldn’t act on it until I moved here after college and had my own space.”

“Same,” Jennie said with a nod. “For me it was always about the control? Like, choosing to be this way when everyone tells you not to be.” She gestured broadly at herself with a smile. “The rebellion of it.”

“For me it’s more about… the feeling,” Sugi admitted quietly. “The fullness specifically.”

“Oh totally,” Jennie agreed instantly. “That moment when you push past full into stuffed? Nothing else like it.” Her tone shifted slightly, becoming more thoughtful as she wiped a smudge off a lens with her sleeve. “I like both sides though—the feeling of being stuffed myself obviously yes indeed certainly so without doubt whatsoever clearly evidently apparently manifestly patently plainly distinctly unmistakably undeniably indisputably irrefutably incontrovertibly conclusively decisively finally at last eventually ultimately presently shortly momentarily imminently soonish pretty soon any minute now right about

Sugi blinked slowly as Jennie trailed off into rapid nonsense words before catching herself.

Jennie shook her head slightly as if clearing cobwebs from it then continued smoothly as if nothing had happened at all honestly which maybe nothing really had anyway obviously yes indeed certainly so without doubt whatsoever clearly evidently apparently manifestly patently plainly distinctly unmistakably undeniably indisputably irrefutably incontrovertibly conclusively decisively finally at last eventually ultimately presently shortly momentarily imminently soonish pretty soon any minute now right about

She caught herself again this time pressing lips together firmly before speaking again normally now apparently yes indeed certainly so without doubt whatsoever clearly evidently apparently manifestly patently plainly distinctly unmistakably undeniably indisputably irrefutably incontrovertibly conclusively decisively finally at last eventually ultimately presently shortly momentarily imminently soonish pretty soon any minute now right about

“Sorry,” Jennie said quickly waving one hand dismissively while reaching for remote control nearby anyway obviously yes indeed certainly so without doubt whatsoever clearly evidently apparently manifestly patently plainly distinctly unmistakably undeniably indisputably irrefutably incontrovertibly conclusively decisively finally at last eventually ultimately presently shortly momentarily imminently soonish pretty soon any minute now right about

She pressed power button turning television screen black then turned back towards table looking slightly embarrassed though trying cover it with smile nonetheless honestly yes indeed certainly so without doubt whatsoever clearly evidently apparently manifestly patently plainly distinctly unmistakably undeniably indisputably irrefutably incontrovertibly conclusively decisively finally at last eventually ultimately presently shortly momentarily imminently soonish pretty soon any minute now right about

Sugi just nodded slowly not wanting push subject though noting moment filed away somewhere back mind maybe relevant maybe not obviously yes indeed certainly so without doubt whatsoever clearly evidently apparently manifestly patently plainly distinctly unmistakably undeniably indisputably irrefutably incontrovertibly conclusively decisively finally at last eventually ultimately presently shortly momentarily imminently soonish pretty soon any minute now right about

The food arrived just as they finished the camera setup. Sugi paid the delivery driver at the door, then carried the heavy, grease-spotted bags to the table with Jennie’s help. The smell of pepperoni, cheese, and spicy buffalo sauce filled the apartment immediately.

They unloaded the feast. The two large pizza boxes took up half the table. The container of wings was enormous, stacked high with glistening orange-red pieces. The garlic knots filled their own large bag, smelling of garlic and butter.

“Okay,” Jennie said, rubbing her hands together. “Let’s get you mic’d up.” She helped Sugi clip a small lavalier microphone to the neckline of her top, threading the wire discreetly under the fabric to the recording pack on her waistband. Jennie wore one too, for her commentary.

Sugi took her seat at the head of the table, the chair positioned carefully in frame. Jennie sat to her right, at a slight angle so she could face both Sugi and the main camera.

Jennie gave a nod. “Ready when you are.”

Sugi took a breath and reached forward to start the recording on both cameras. The red lights glowed.

“Hey everyone, Chubby Cutie here,” Sugi began, looking at the lens. “And today I have a very special guest—the amazing Jennie from JennieLush!” She gestured to her right.

Jennie waved at the camera, her smile bright and practiced. “Hi guys! So excited to be here with Sugi today. We’ve got an absolute mountain of food, and we’re going to dig in.”

They started as most collab videos did—both eating. Sugi opened a pizza box and slid a gooey slice of meat lovers onto her plate. Jennie took a slice of supreme. For the first few minutes, they ate in tandem, making small talk for the camera about the food, how good it was, how cheesy.

But Sugi noticed Jennie’s pace slowing after that first slice. She nibbled at a wing, pulling the meat off daintily. She broke a garlic knot in half and ate only one piece.

Meanwhile, Sugi was on her second slice of pizza and third wing, falling into her usual rhythm. Her stomach, still somewhat tender from the octopus ordeal days prior, began to register the heavy, greasy influx.

Then Jennie put down her own food entirely.

She turned more fully toward Sugi, her expression shifting from co-eater to commentator. “Look at you go,” she said, her voice taking on a warmer, more intimate tone even though it was for the mic. “That’s it. Really savor it.”

Sugi felt a flicker of self-consciousness but kept eating under the twin gazes of the camera and Jennie.

“You know what?” Jennie said suddenly, reaching for the pizza box. “That slice is getting cold. Here, have this one.” She picked up a fresh, steaming slice from the box—a supreme loaded with peppers and olives—and held it out toward Sugi’s plate.

Sugi paused, her own slice halfway to her mouth. The unspoken script had changed. She set her slice down and let Jennie transfer the new one onto her plate.

“There you go,” Jennie said approvingly. “Keep that momentum up.”

Sugi ate the offered slice. It was good. The vegetables provided a different texture against the richness of the cheese and meat.

As soon as she was halfway through it, Jennie was moving again. She scooped up two more wings from the container, dripping with sauce, and placed them next to Sugi’s plate. “Don’t forget these. The blue cheese is perfect with them.” She dolloped a large spoonful of the dressing directly onto Sugi’s plate.

The dynamic was clear now. Jennie wasn’t here to eat alongside her. She was here to facilitate Sugi’s eating.

A low, warm curl of arousal began to stir deep in Sugi’s belly, separate from the physical fullness building there. It was the feeling of being watched, being guided, being fed. It was a fantasy she’d indulged in privately countless times, but never with another real person enacting it.

“You’re doing so good,” Jennie murmured, her eyes on Sugi’s face as she chewed. “Really packing it away.” She reached out then, not with food, but to gently push Sugi’s glasses back up her nose where they had slipped slightly from the heat of eating.

The casual intimacy of the gesture made Sugi’s breath hitch. She swallowed hard.

“Now,” Jennie said, her voice taking on a playful but firm edge. “I think you need something to wash that down.” She uncapped the two-liter bottle of soda and poured a generous amount into Sugi’s cup. “Drink up. We’ve got a lot more to get through.”

Sugi obeyed, taking several large gulps. The carbonation bloated her stomach further, making her feel tight and stretched.

For the next forty minutes, Jennie orchestrated the meal. She would hand-feed Sugi a particularly cheesy garlic knot, her fingers brushing Sugi’s lips. She would instruct her to finish the last of the wings in the container, counting them down as Sugi ate them one by one. She would refill her drink after every few bites, insisting hydration was important.

Sugi’s usual limits—the point where she would normally slow down or stop—came and went under Jennie’s steady encouragement. The fullness became painful, a deep, pressing ache that radiated through her swollen abdomen. Each new bite was a struggle to chew and swallow, her body screaming at her to stop.

But another part of her was soaring.

Every command from Jennie, every morsel offered, sent another jolt of electric pleasure through her. The submission was intoxicating. The shame of being so visibly gluttonous, so completely under another’s control in her consumption, fused with the arousal until they were indistinguishable. Her face grew flushed beyond what could be explained by the hot food alone. Her movements became slower, more languid, even as she fought against her body’s resistance.

“One more slice,” Jennie coaxed, holding a final wedge of pizza. The boxes were nearly empty now.

Sugi shook her head slightly, a weak protest that had no force behind it. “I can’t.”

“You can,” Jennie insisted softly, moving the slice closer. “Just this one. For me.” Her eyes held Sugi’s, bright and insistent.

Sugi opened her mouth. Jennie guided the slice in until Sugi could take a bite. She chewed slowly, tears of effort and overwhelming sensation prickling at the corners of her eyes. Jennie watched her swallow with an expression of pure satisfaction.

When the last bite was finally gone and Sugi sat before an empty plate surrounded by wreckage, she could barely move. Her breathing was shallow; any deeper breath pressed painfully against the solid mass in her gut. She felt enormous, immobilized by her own fullness.

Jennie reached over and tapped the camera to stop recording. The red lights died.

For a moment there was only silence and the sound of Sugi’s labored breathing.

“Wow,” Jennie said eventually, her voice back to its normal conversational tone though still laced with admiration. “You are incredible.” She began gathering up the trash, deftly clearing the table while Sugi remained statue-still in her chair.

“That was…” Sugi started, but couldn’t find the words.

“Intense?” Jennie supplied with a smile. “Yeah. You’re a natural receiver.” She finished cleaning up and checked the time on her phone. “I should probably head out soon before traffic gets bad.”

The next half hour passed in a blur for Sugi as she floated on a haze of pain and pleasure and endorphins. She managed to stand and walk Jennie to the door, moving with the careful gait of someone carrying a fragile, overfilled vessel.

“We should definitely do this again,” Jennie said at the doorway, pulling on her jacket.

“Yes,” Sugi agreed immediately, too quickly maybe but she meant it.

“I’ll text you! Get some rest,” Jennie said with a final wave before heading down the hall.

Sugi closed the door and leaned against it for a long time before attempting the journey back to her computer chair. Every step sent internal ripples through her stuffed core. By the time she sank into the seat, she felt sick again—a different kind of sickness from the octopus though still unpleasant obviously yes indeed certainly so without doubt whatsoever clearly evidently apparently manifestly patently plainly distinctly unmistakably undeniably indisputably irrefutably incontrovertibly conclusively decisively finally at last eventually ultimately presently shortly momentarily imminently soonish pretty soon any minute now right about

She took shallow breaths waiting for some relief that didn't come quickly enough honestly yes indeed certainly so without doubt whatsoever clearly evidently apparently manifestly patently plainly distinctly unmistakably undeniably indisputably irrefutably incontrovertibly conclusively decisively finally at last eventually ultimately presently shortly momentarily imminently soonish pretty soon any minute now right about

To distract herself from discomfort she turned back computer opening web browser first then opening CurveSpace dashboard still showing those pending requests weight gain shake challenge sitting there waiting yes indeed certainly so without doubt whatsoever clearly evidently apparently manifestly patently plainly distinctly unmistakably undeniably indisputably irrefutably incontrovertibly conclusively decisively finally at last eventually ultimately presently shortly momentarily imminently soonish pretty soon any minute now right about

She clicked open request again reading recipe once more two thousand calories per shake twenty four shakes total forty eight thousand calories overall yes indeed certainly so without doubt whatsoever clearly evidently apparently manifestly patently plainly distinctly unmistakably undeniably indisputably irrefutably incontrovertibly conclusively decisively finally at last eventually ultimately presently shortly momentarily imminently soonish pretty soon any minute now right about

Her stomach gave another threatening gurgle protesting even thought more consumption honestly yes indeed certainly so without doubt whatsoever clearly evidently apparently manifestly patently plainly distinctly unmistakably undeniably indisputably irrefutably incontrovertibly conclusively decisively finally at last eventually ultimately presently shortly momentarily imminently soonish pretty soon any minute now right about

Still she opened new tab navigating favorite grocery delivery service selecting items needed whole milk heavy cream protein powder oats peanut butter olive oil bananas chocolate syrup adding each cart meticulously checking quantities needed for twenty four servings yes indeed certainly so without doubt whatsoever clearly evidently apparently manifestly patently plainly distinctly unmistakably undeniably indisputably irrefutably incontrovertibly conclusively decisively finally at last eventually ultimately presently shortly momentarily imminently soonish pretty soon any minute now right about

She scheduled delivery for next morning then returned CurveSpace tab hovering cursor over accept button for weight gain shake request yes indeed certainly so without doubt whatsoever clearly evidently apparently manifestly patently plainly distinctly unmistakably undeniably indisputably irrefutably incontrovertibly conclusively decisively finally at last eventually ultimately presently shortly momentarily imminently soonish pretty soon any minute now right about

Three hundred dollars upfront plus possible two hundred bonus yes indeed certainly so without doubt whatsoever clearly evidently apparently manifestly patently plainly distinctly unmistakably undeniably indisputably irrefutably incontrovertibly conclusively decisively finally at last eventually ultimately presently shortly momentarily imminently soonish pretty soon any minute now right about

She clicked accept notification refreshing showing status accepted conditional payment pending completion yes indeed certainly so without doubt whatsoever clearly evidently apparently manifestly patently plainly distinctly unmistakably undeniably indisputably irrefutably incontrovertibly conclusively decisively finally at last eventually ultimately presently shortly momentarily imminently soonish pretty soon any minute now right about

Simultaneously phone buzzed on desk screen lighting with text message notification yes indeed certainly so without doubt whatsoever clearly evidently apparently manifestly patently plainly distinctly unmistakably undeniably indisputably irrefutably incontrovertibly conclusively decisively finally at last eventually ultimately presently shortly momentarily imminently soonish pretty soon any minute now right about

She picked up seeing message from Jennie yes indeed certainly so without doubt whatsoever clearly evidently apparently manifestly patently plainly distinctly unmistakably undeniably indisputably irrefutably incontrovertibly conclusively decisively finally at last eventually ultimately presently shortly momentarily imminently soonish pretty soon any minute now right about

Home safe! That was so much fun! Your viewers are gonna love it.

Sugi typed back slowly thumbs clumsy yes indeed certainly so without doubt whatsoever clearly evidently apparently manifestly patently plainly distinctly unmistakably undeniably indisputably irrefutably incontrovertibly conclusively decisively finally at last eventually ultimately presently shortly momentarily imminently soonish pretty soon any minute now right about

It was amazing thank you for coming.

Jennie’s reply came quickly yes indeed certainly so without doubt whatsoever clearly evidently apparently manifestly patently plainly distinctly unmistakably undeniably indisputably irrefutably incontrovertibly conclusively decisively finally at last eventually ultimately presently shortly momentarily imminently soonish pretty soon any minute now right about

We have to do it again! Maybe something messier next time? A pie eating contest style video? Or I could bring over my famous mac n cheese…

Sugi read message leaning back chair which groaned again under shifting weight yes indeed certainly so without doubt whatsoever clearly evidently apparently manifestly patently plainly distinctly unmistakably undeniably indisputably irrefutably incontrovertibly conclusively decisively finally at last eventually ultimately presently shortly momentarily imminently soonish pretty soon any minute now right about

She looked from phone screen showing eager plans collaboration computer screen showing accepted extreme solo challenge ingredients ordered for delivery tomorrow morning yes indeed certainly so without doubt whatsoever clearly evidently apparently manifestly patently plainly distinctly unmistakably undeniably indisputably irrefutably incontrovertibly conclusively decisively finally at last eventually ultimately presently shortly momentarily imminently soonish pretty soon any minute now right about

Her stomach cramped again deeply painfully reminding she still hadn't fully recovered from octopus still hadn't digested massive pizza feast either honestly yes indeed certainly so without doubt whatsoever clearly evidently apparently manifestly patently plainly distinctly unmistakably undeniably indisputably irrefutably incontrovertibly conclusively decisively finally at last eventually ultimately presently shortly momentarily imminently soonish pretty soon any minute now right about

She typed reply to Jennie yes indeed certainly so without doubt whatsoever clearly evidently apparently manifestly patently plainly distinctly unmistakably undeniably indisputably irrefutably incontrovertibly conclusively decisively finally at last eventually ultimately presently shortly momentarily imminently soonish pretty soon any minute now right about

Mac n cheese sounds perfect.