Sometimes, a customer would stare at her too long. Aren’t you the… they’d start to say. And she’d smile and hand them their rye loaf.
“You want double stuffed? Fine. Let’s be miserable together.”
Six months later, Chloe worked at a real bakery. Not a sexy one. A strip mall one. She frosted birthday cakes for nine-year-olds and cleaned the industrial mixer with a putty knife. She made $16 an hour. OnlyFans - itsmecat - Double - Stuffed Dream - ...
Chloe hung up. She looked at her kitchen. The ring lights were still there. The Oreos were still there. But for the first time, she didn’t feel hungry. She felt hollow. Not the good hollow—the artistic, melancholy hollow that her subscribers paid for. Just hollow.
The engagement was nuclear.
Her subscribers paid $24.99 a month to watch her treat a glazed donut like a long-lost lover. It was absurd. It was lonely. And it was making her $47,000 a month.
Then she ate the entire tray in six minutes. No sensuality. No performance. Just raw, ugly, tear-streaked consumption. Chocolate smeared her chin. She burped. She apologized. Then she cried a little. Sometimes, a customer would stare at her too long
Within 48 hours, it had been leaked to Twitter, re-uploaded to TikTok with a Minecraft parkour background, and dubbed “The Most Honest Meal of 2024.”