Guts of Steele- Part 2

Steele found his niche as he tries to reclaim his popularity online, and they have big plans for him. Thanks for the patience with this folks, and enjoy!

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Steele let out a low, rueful groan as he gripped his bloated middle. He was starting to wonder if he had made a mistake, somewhere. His attempt at rehabilitating his reputation by pursuing an online career had hit a few bumps— but one group of people had started to gravitate towards him. He wasn't even sure how they found his flagging stream or where they came from, but when he was all about to give up after another round of Balto fans found him and spammed his chat, Steele was just content to sit there and eat his dinner. 

"You can have more, big guy."

"Handsome guy like you needs more meat on his bones!"

"Where's your pay options? I'll send you $20 if you eat a whole pizza."

Steele didn't know what to make of these new fans of his— but they were paying him to eat, the chumps. Maybe those first group of Balto fans had been on to something; but even though Steele had never denied himself a big meal when his appetite demanded it, he was starting to wonder what he was going to do about all the extra weight. He had just been through three large pizzas, and his belly had ballooned out into something akin to a beachball; a whole spare tire that filled his lap as he sat there, his old leather harness starting to chafe around his bloated sides. 

"Ooh, you know what would be really hot, big guy? Got any ice cream around? Eat a whole quart and I'll send you $30."

Steele tried not to frown on camera, still trying to gulp down one last slice of pizza as he slapped his tender, over-stuffed gut, wincing slightly. "Hey," he forced a toothy smile on his face. "I'm the biggest dog in Nome— if I can't handle it, who can?" He tried to gulp down his concern— just how big was his growing fanbase wanting him to get?