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[WG, Stuffing] - "Didn't this used to be a healthy lifestyle account?"

"🍻🍻🍻"

"I don't get it. What is this? Chubby chick does infomercials?"

The one clip a week requirement for that FreshTipple sponsorship was doing FitFiona's popularity no favors. She could only grumble to herself in frustration. They were right. She was supposed to be losing weight for her Fit to Fat to Fit Challenge. Alcohol had no place in a weight loss challenge.

Fiona gritted her teeth. She had no choice. The Fit to Fat to Fit influencer needed the money more than ever.

"I'm sorry Tim! I'll pay all of your open invoices as soon as the next check comes in! Just help me with this one thing!"

Fiona whimpered into her phone with her best "damsel in distress" voice. It wasn't her fault that she overspent on new clothes! She needed a full range of chic plus-size clothing sizes for when she slimmed down for the Challenge.

"Look, Fiona, I'd love to help, but I have a bills to pay too. I can't afford to keep doing favors for you. Besides, I already have an offer from Stück, Stück, & Chatham to join their firm. If I'm ever going to pay off all my loans from law school, I have to take this job.

I'm sorry Fiona, there's nothing I can do right now. Don't... don't cry. Look uh... Don't worry about those invoices. Just give me a call once you're back on your feet, okay?"

There was nothing Fiona could say. Tim the lawyer was a saint up until the very end. Negotiating deals and managing her contracts would be a thousand times harder without his help.

There was a tinge of sadness in Fiona's voice as she recorded her latest healthy recipe that night. The fact that her revealing new dress gave her a small boost of Likes was of little consolation to the now top-heavy influencer.

...

Healthy home cooking videos seemed positively bland compared to the restaurant reviews, food challenges, and party clips that Fiona had been posting over the past six months. In order to keep the attention of the young socialites in her audience, FitFiona started attending elegant events in the big city.

The expensive outfits and entry fees put an added strain on her already tight budget. But it was a necessary expense. She needed to make sure her followers stuck around until she was slim enough to make workout clips again. Her spare tire and thunder thighs just needed to shrink down a tiny bit more so she could have the flexibility to do FitFiona-style original workouts.

While Fiona's followers did stick around, the reactions to her new content continued to be tepid. A few supportive comments, a few heart emojis here and there, a few jibes about how her liquor sponsor was going to give her a beer gut. Her social media manager was doing a good job of keeping her clips free of troll comments, but Fiona couldn't help but feel that people were losing interest in her content. She had to do something to keep people engaged.

...

"So there's been a big uproar in the plus-size community about how there are no cute and affordable swimsuits for 'bigger bodies'..."

Fiona wasn't planning to do stitch reaction content, but the latest controversy surrounding plus-size workout videos was too juicy to pass up.

"...well I have the answer: LOSE WEIGHT! Smaller sizes are ALWAYS cheaper to make because you use less fabric! And when you use less fabric, you can afford to make better designs!"

The chubby influencer in the foreground curled a puffy bicep and mimed a knocking motion on the side of her head.

"So TOP TIP: Use. your. head. Stop complaining and start counting calories!"

Fiona smirked as she reviewed her final cut. This would get her followers back on the FitFiona hype train. She wasn't ready for what came next.

...

"That's unnecessarily cruel and demeaning!"

"☢️☢️☢️☢️☢️☢️"

"Why don't YOU lose weight???"

"Did this pig just call that cow fat?"

Fiona was stunned. The trolls had completely taken over her comments section! Every few seconds, her phone would buzz with a notification for yet another nasty comment chastising her for her candor or roasting her for her own portly appearance. This was insane! All she was doing was telling people the TRUTH!

Her chubby fingers furiously hammered on her phone as she texted her social media manager. "Trung where are you??? The comments section is a dumpster fire!!!"

No response.

Wait a minute. Didn't he say something about traveling this week? Don't tell me this is the week that he was going to be away!

She pulled up Instagram on her other phone and started manually removing comments one by one. She gave up after five minutes. It was no use. The trolls were posting new replies faster than her plump fingers could remove them.

Alright. If she couldn't remove the nasty comments, she would just have to silence her critics another way.

For the first time in years, FitFiona posted two clips in one day.

"I got some really horrible comments in my video, so I thought I should tell you that I've been absolutely KILLING the weight loss part of my Fit to Fat to Fit Challenge! I've already lost 8 pounds in the last three weeks by eating a lean, healthy diet..."

Her delivery was rushed, but Fiona got her point across. Lasting, long-term weight loss was hard! And unlike the other lazy porkers out there, she was working to get healthy, just like she promised!

...

"*Sob* Is THIS what people think about me?"

A waterfall of tears streamed down Fiona's chubby cheeks as she sat whimpering alone on her couch. There wasn't a single positive comment in sight. Without her social media manager filtering out the trolls, her comments section was a hellscape of toxic insults. Even worse, the dislike ratio on her YouTube Shorts was off the charts.

"Only 8 pounds? You're not exercising enough!"

"Calories in, calories out, fatso. Get back on the treadmill."

"🐷🐷🐷"

"That Nutribolix garbage works like 💩💩💩"

"Just stop eating fatass."

Were all of these comments from bot accounts? How could real people possibly be so mean?

By the time she managed to get the waterworks under control, Fiona was already chugging her way through her fourth drink. She jostled her bulging beer-bloated gut to let out a soft belch. That should free up enough space for another beer. With all of those horrible comments streaming in, she was going to need it tonight.

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Special thanks to the friendly anonymous contributor who provided the idea, storyline, and name for our protagonist FitFiona. We hope you enjoy it!

Description
[WG, Stuffing] - "Didn't this used to be a healthy lifestyle account?"

"🍻🍻🍻"

"I don't get it. What is this? Chubby chick does infomercials?"

The one clip a week requirement for that FreshTipple sponsorship was doing FitFiona's popularity no favors. She could only grumble to herself in frustration. They were right. She was supposed to be losing weight for her Fit to Fat to Fit Challenge. Alcohol had no place in a weight loss challenge.

Fiona gritted her teeth. She had no choice. The Fit to Fat to Fit influencer needed the money more than ever.

"I'm sorry Tim! I'll pay all of your open invoices as soon as the next check comes in! Just help me with this one thing!"

Fiona whimpered into her phone with her best "damsel in distress" voice. It wasn't her fault that she overspent on new clothes! She needed a full range of chic plus-size clothing sizes for when she slimmed down for the Challenge.

"Look, Fiona, I'd love to help, but I have a bills to pay too. I can't afford to keep doing favors for you. Besides, I already have an offer from Stück, Stück, & Chatham to join their firm. If I'm ever going to pay off all my loans from law school, I have to take this job.

I'm sorry Fiona, there's nothing I can do right now. Don't... don't cry. Look uh... Don't worry about those invoices. Just give me a call once you're back on your feet, okay?"

There was nothing Fiona could say. Tim the lawyer was a saint up until the very end. Negotiating deals and managing her contracts would be a thousand times harder without his help.

There was a tinge of sadness in Fiona's voice as she recorded her latest healthy recipe that night. The fact that her revealing new dress gave her a small boost of Likes was of little consolation to the now top-heavy influencer.

...

Healthy home cooking videos seemed positively bland compared to the restaurant reviews, food challenges, and party clips that Fiona had been posting over the past six months. In order to keep the attention of the young socialites in her audience, FitFiona started attending elegant events in the big city.

The expensive outfits and entry fees put an added strain on her already tight budget. But it was a necessary expense. She needed to make sure her followers stuck around until she was slim enough to make workout clips again. Her spare tire and thunder thighs just needed to shrink down a tiny bit more so she could have the flexibility to do FitFiona-style original workouts.

While Fiona's followers did stick around, the reactions to her new content continued to be tepid. A few supportive comments, a few heart emojis here and there, a few jibes about how her liquor sponsor was going to give her a beer gut. Her social media manager was doing a good job of keeping her clips free of troll comments, but Fiona couldn't help but feel that people were losing interest in her content. She had to do something to keep people engaged.

...

"So there's been a big uproar in the plus-size community about how there are no cute and affordable swimsuits for 'bigger bodies'..."

Fiona wasn't planning to do stitch reaction content, but the latest controversy surrounding plus-size workout videos was too juicy to pass up.

"...well I have the answer: LOSE WEIGHT! Smaller sizes are ALWAYS cheaper to make because you use less fabric! And when you use less fabric, you can afford to make better designs!"

The chubby influencer in the foreground curled a puffy bicep and mimed a knocking motion on the side of her head.

"So TOP TIP: Use. your. head. Stop complaining and start counting calories!"

Fiona smirked as she reviewed her final cut. This would get her followers back on the FitFiona hype train. She wasn't ready for what came next.

...

"That's unnecessarily cruel and demeaning!"

"☢️☢️☢️☢️☢️☢️"

"Why don't YOU lose weight???"

"Did this pig just call that cow fat?"

Fiona was stunned. The trolls had completely taken over her comments section! Every few seconds, her phone would buzz with a notification for yet another nasty comment chastising her for her candor or roasting her for her own portly appearance. This was insane! All she was doing was telling people the TRUTH!

Her chubby fingers furiously hammered on her phone as she texted her social media manager. "Trung where are you??? The comments section is a dumpster fire!!!"

No response.

Wait a minute. Didn't he say something about traveling this week? Don't tell me this is the week that he was going to be away!

She pulled up Instagram on her other phone and started manually removing comments one by one. She gave up after five minutes. It was no use. The trolls were posting new replies faster than her plump fingers could remove them.

Alright. If she couldn't remove the nasty comments, she would just have to silence her critics another way.

For the first time in years, FitFiona posted two clips in one day.

"I got some really horrible comments in my video, so I thought I should tell you that I've been absolutely KILLING the weight loss part of my Fit to Fat to Fit Challenge! I've already lost 8 pounds in the last three weeks by eating a lean, healthy diet..."

Her delivery was rushed, but Fiona got her point across. Lasting, long-term weight loss was hard! And unlike the other lazy porkers out there, she was working to get healthy, just like she promised!

...

"*Sob* Is THIS what people think about me?"

A waterfall of tears streamed down Fiona's chubby cheeks as she sat whimpering alone on her couch. There wasn't a single positive comment in sight. Without her social media manager filtering out the trolls, her comments section was a hellscape of toxic insults. Even worse, the dislike ratio on her YouTube Shorts was off the charts.

"Only 8 pounds? You're not exercising enough!"

"Calories in, calories out, fatso. Get back on the treadmill."

"🐷🐷🐷"

"That Nutribolix garbage works like 💩💩💩"

"Just stop eating fatass."

Were all of these comments from bot accounts? How could real people possibly be so mean?

By the time she managed to get the waterworks under control, Fiona was already chugging her way through her fourth drink. She jostled her bulging beer-bloated gut to let out a soft belch. That should free up enough space for another beer. With all of those horrible comments streaming in, she was going to need it tonight.

--------------------------

Special thanks to the friendly anonymous contributor who provided the idea, storyline, and name for our protagonist FitFiona. We hope you enjoy it!