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699a6 No.644[Reply]

Does anyone have a link to Assimilation on Writing.com?

b0fb9 No.1165

Took some digging, but here it is:

https://pastebin.com/ikmi0q2F



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d2d4e No.926[Reply]

hey check it out, its a thread where you can dump all of your ideaguy ideas for. just post whatever you've got in your heart/boner/vag/inspiration place. male & furry ideas are perfectly fine.
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b6c4b No.1083

wtf

dc955 No.1084

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>That entire string of posts
Holy fucking shit.
I'd be disgusted but I'm too busy laughing.

02a40 No.1086

What's the deal with this thread exactly? One desperate anon's attempt to get the attention of some writefag or…?

48f0f No.1087

>>1086 I don't know I wrote cus I was high and felt like expressing my subconscious. Found out that I like writing that type of shit. It can also give ideas for something to try in real life.

7636e No.1104

A hair metal/glam rock band with the most effimate designs and figures sign a deal with the devil to reach radio success. At the cost of reaching moderate commercial success, the band must continue making charting hits, or else their figures may break seams instead of sales.

ft. big hair w/stretched leather pants, the gayer the better (unless if str8ness is needed) and maybe even some straight up gay sex for some people

i'm just super suprised at how there's literally no r34 of hair metal bands



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670b5 No.603[Reply]

Here, I wrote a POV weight giant/mild macro story for /trash/ and thought you guys might like it too. Enjoy.


You wake up the one morning with a painful thud as you bump your head against your bedroom wall. Cursing under your breath, you rub your sore head and try to go back to sleep. But then, it suddenly dawns on you. How could you have hit your head on this wall, when your feet can reach the wall on the opposite side of the room over 10, maybe 15 feet away? You open your eyes what on earth your toes could be touching, only to be met with the shock of your life. Your belly had grown to a massive size, far beyond anything humanly possible. It towers over your head like a terrifying mountain, as if any second, it could reach down and swallow you whole.

You bring up your arms to try and confirm if the gigantic dome of flesh was truly your stomach, only to notice they had swelled up too. Your arms were enormous, having grown bigger, bulkier and dare you even think it, longer during the night. They were the limbs of a monster, each of them bigger than a whole normal sized human being. Had you transformed into some sort of horrible beast during the night, a thing from some forgotten fable or was this simply a nightmare?

If this truly was some nightmare, then you had to wake up. You try to raise one of your arm, hoping to slap yourself awake.. Despite it's tremendous weight and bulk, you lift your titanic with arm with ease. It seems that not only had you gained endless mass during the night, but strength as well. A wave of fear overcomes you, as you can only imagine what sort of creature you've become. You bring your hand down and smack your humongous belly, hoping the impact would tear yourself away from this nightmare.

But to your sorrow, nothing changed, save for a slight stinging pain on your swaying stomach. This was reality. This was real. Whatever fearsome, enormous being you had become, bloated beyond all believe, it was the real you. You can only look up at your gigantic belly, still jiggling and shaking from the impact of your hand. It was almost as if it was dancing on top of you, mocking you. Despite the assault it had suffered, it knew that you were now part of it and it was part of you. Bound together in the same body, forever.

As you feel you heart sink lower that it ever has before, you notice something strange about your skin. It was dare, you say it, flawless. There was not a single sign of a wPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

91bdd No.1027

I like it.

670b5 No.1088

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>>1027
Thanks, have some more.

You march towards the kitchen, each step you take sounding like a boom of thunder. Your massive blubber belly swings left and right as you walk, it's movements wild and uncontrollable. You pause for a moment to study your mighty mass of flab. Your stomach was just as prefect as it was back in you bedroom, smooth, soft and without a single flaw. But now in the better light of the living room, you noticed your skin has become quite pale during the night. It was now chalky white, with a light blue hue. It was like you body glowed with moonlight. You couldn't help but become enthralled by the beauty of this gigantic, out worldly bulk you've been granted. You shake your hips left and right, causing your whole body to jiggle. You become hypnotised by the wondrous dance of your fat. It's as beautiful as watching the ocean waves crash against the shoreline.

Suddenly, you're awoken from your trance by a loud growling noise emerging from you stomach. Like a wild beast, it roars in angry at your delay to fill it with food and decided it needed to remind you who was your new master was.

Before you was your kitchen, where, just like everyone else, is where you keep your food. Your belly rumbled in hunger, as if it was trying to pull you forward. But blocking your way into the kitchen was a wall with yet another doorway too small for your bloated frame to fit through. With cold efficiency, you place your hands onto either side of the door frame and tear the wall away as if it was paper. You're not sure why you destroyed your own wall with such brutality. Maybe you simply decided that since you've already destroyed one wall this morning, it hardly matter if you tore down another one. Perhaps you've been driven mad with hunger, reduced to wild beast. Maybe you've simply lost your humanity with your transformation. But regardless of why, when the dust finally cleared, you had created a hole in your wall large enough for you to squeeze through.

Making your way into the kitchen like a looming titan, you open up the pantry and puck out a box of cereal. Despite it being a large, family-sized box, it was now barely as big as the palm of your hand. You rip open the box and pour the cereal into your mouth, swallowing it in one gulp. To you, it was hardly a mouthful. “More” your body cries out “MORE!” You swallow a loaf Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

c1a3c No.1094

>>1088
This is pretty good, the perspective is well executed. Would love to see some more.



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198eb No.156[Reply]

Stories where the gainer is not affected adversely by their weight or becomes stronger.

http://kodos11.deviantart.com/art/A-Wish-Fulfilled-268949103

dbe11 No.177

Nearly anything by Kodos11 is incredible. His Valentines day special has some height growth as well as weight gain.

88506 No.910

I just finished this series if you're interested.
http://fav.me/dar0oi7



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89faf No.296[Reply]

Are there any story where sex is the thing that causes the weight gain? I know it seems somewhat backwards considering the site's fetish but I don't think i've read many a story like that.

I do remember this one story about a guy that was taking supplements and while he was becoming more fit, one of the girls he was fucking was growing fatter.
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24755 No.299

The story you are probably referring to I think is Unexplained Additions by guhbone

http://www.dimensionsmagazine.com/forums/showthread.php?t=28528

b5e33 No.300

>>298
http://www.dimensionsmagazine.com/dimtext/stories/table_turning.html

I really wish weight gain via cum was more of thing.

89faf No.310

>>300

Neat story, and yeah I really wish it was more common too. I guess it goes back to that thing where people really do dislike the idea of sex and their kinks meeting.

7acf0 No.908

I just finished this series if you're interested.
http://fav.me/dar0oi7

7acf0 No.909

Wrong thread. My bad…



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5f8d7 No.67[Reply]

Back in 2012, FlamingHades published a nifty little story called "The Slowest Champion." A story about weight gain and role-reversal, it is noteworthy for being not a very “nice” story. It casts weight gain in an objectively negatively light. It flirts with themes of punishment, humiliation, degradation, disempowerment, failure, defeat, and shame. It lacks a traditional happy ending. Those are all things I love about it, and they are big part of why it ranks among my recent(ish) favorites in the realm of weight gain fiction.

That said, I have always regarded “The Slowest Champion” to be a bit of a diamond-in-the-rough. While powered by great ideas and a sense of energy that builds towards one of the most elegantly-simple yet crushingly-effective conclusions I’ve ever read in this genre, in other respects some parts of the story seemed to me unpolished, or simply incomplete.

With blessing from FlamingHades, this is my attempt to give that underappreciated gem a little TLC, to help bring out its dark inner sparkle.

A story…

Written by me, Riptoryx.
Edited by realistic dark weight gain erotica luminary (and one my personal favorite authors in this genre), Maverick.
With creative consultation from “Ali.”
Based on the original "The Slowest Champion" by FlamingHades.

Single-sentence summary: “A champion high school swimmer’s figure and fortunes are undone when she succumbs to the temptations presented by her own success.”

Read it here: http://riptoryx.deviantart.com/

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5f8d7 No.486

FYI, the story is now complete. You can read the whole thing on my DeviantArt page: http://riptoryx.deviantart.com/

27e81 No.800

Dude, this was one of the best stories I've read in this… Er, genre. It was a great read. Thanks!

5f8d7 No.872

>>800
Thanks! I appreciate the comment!



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325aa No.776[Reply]

I always enjoyed this on the old bbwchan and kinda sad to see there isn't one here. Some of the experiences were hot to read about, one that stuck out to me was a dude who was friends with a college freshman whof ballooned in weight but she had a boyfriend and he had a girlfriend and broke up at times that didn't align with each other. Anyone care to get one started?


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48c80 No.752[Reply]

I didn't see one in the catalogue, so I'm making a thread for writers and creators of smut who want to get paid for it, where we can offer each other tips and general advice on how to be better Ferengi.

First off, here's my new patreon page:

https://www.patreon.com/zobindustries

Old stuff like Demon's Feast will be going up for free, new stuff is $1 patron fee for now, might change as I adjust to the new business model. Very excited to get back in the weight gain fiction game, I feel like I've been gone too long.

Anyone else here running a patreon/have open commissions they want to hawk? Tips on making dosh from fats writing? What's your hustle, famalams?


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379ce No.161[Reply]

This was something I wrote for the old chan. I tightened it up, and tacked on a little more to the most recent part. Its got a bit of hypnosis, and a little bit of bondage for the time being. If that's your jam, then enjoy!

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She probed the aching globe of tummy resting lightly on her thighs. The cold air did little to soothe the lingering sting of stretching skin. She could feel the swirl of gurgling gasses and mounds of sweet slurry pressing hard just below the here ebony flesh. She kneaded the palms of her hand deep into her sides, which would surely be scarred from her careless gluttony. There was no give left in her glistening skin.

She stared in awe at herself in the mirror.

Lifting one manicured hand from her needy stomach she lifted the curtain of braids from her face, expertly twisting them into a tidy knot at the nape of her neck. Two wild green eyes met hers and then fluttered over her newly swollen self and the nest of wrappers adorning her bedspread.

Her brain couldn’t recall just how much she had eaten. She remembers getting a unusual text and only awoke to the splintering pain of taut skin beneath her navel. Wiping the remains of what smelled like icing from her heavy lower lip she felt a surge of pressure begin to rise. Her forehead grew slick with sweat as her stomach felt packed tighter than an aerosol can.

Her full lips pursed and then parted to release a sputtering belch. The thunderous sound would have surprised her more, had the immediate release of pressure not caused her to slink deep into her sheets. Her hands found themselves swirling over her belly.

Her fingers wormed deeper into the softening skin, her sparkling nails disappeared into the freshly forming rolls of skin and traced the edge if her navel.
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379ce No.163

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>>162
Jasaylnn’s ancient automobile puttered into the gym’s parking lot. The car bucked as it made its way over the curb and onto the freshly paved asphalt. She could feel her middle tremble around the constricting seatbelt and tried to direct her attention elsewhere.

Like twinkling bulbs on a
Christmas tree, each empty speck of sky was dotted with glowing signs: Burgers, beer and burritos. The hollow gurgle of her gut echoed up to the base of her throat. She scanned the lot for a spot.

“Well,” Jasaylnn mused, gripping the round flap of flesh that refused to be vacuum-packed inside her straining shirt, “At least it technically fits?”

Rummaging through her trunk, she wormed her head through an oversized sweatshirt. She slithered each arm into the sleeves and tucked her hands into the large center pocket. She could feel an unfamiliar warmth radiating from her belly.

Curiously her fingers betrayed her and she found herself kneading the area. Her stomach was so much softer now. She sank her fingers into the new canyons and valleys, plotting out the recently developing terrain. She could feel herself skin filling the space between her fingers, her nails, like talons clung to each new bit of bulk.

She was lost in herself for a moment, until her knuckle brushed against something unusual. She pulled the plastic packaging from the cavernous fabric and dumped the contents into her palm.

A rainbow march of rounded candies crawled across her palm like ants. Her nostrils flared, pulling in the alluring scent of sugar. She could feel a smoldering haze drape over her mind like a quilt as her hand mechanically lifted the miniature mountain of candied jewels to her lips.
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379ce No.164

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>>163
“I think I’m going to sweat off the keg I polished off last night on the treadmill. I can feel a beer belly brewing.” Tynice unzipped her track jacket, revealing six raised abdominals that sprouted from her toned tummy, “You?”

Jasalynn’s hands reflexively gripped the base of her sweatshirt, pulling at the fabric slowly until the elastic band strummed against her newly inflate spare tire. Her cheeks sizzled with embarrassment and her emerald eyes flew to Tynice.

“Sweating it off? I’ll leave the sweater on then. I could stand to lose some water weight!” Jasalynn stammered, tugging the loose fabric over her middle. Her nervousness, was unnoticed by Tynice, whose chin length auburn bob bounced towards two unoccupied exercise machines.

Jasalynn, settled herself on the machine, turning the dial and matching her stride to the rolling rubber rotating beneath her feet. She set her pace just above a stroll. Her breathing steadied. As each heel met the accelerating surface, the shockwave echoed through her middle, jiggling her pregnant pouch of candies.

The rhythmic rattle of candies demanded her attention. Each sugary sphere drummed against her bouncing belly like impatient fingers. The suggestive thrumming reignited the smoking cinders in her mind. The fire behind her eyes arose again, pouring through the grooves in her cortex.
She unknowingly drove her right hand into her sweater’s center pocket.

Her left hand swirled the dial on the treadmill, hastening the pounding of her feet and the hypnotic bobbing of her needy tummy. Her fingers swept the lining of her pocket, trapping the treats and pinning them close to her warm middle.

Beneath the flowing fabric concealing her torso, sweat dotted her skin like water beading on a cool glass. A rebellious droplet raced across her paunch and settled into her deepening navel. The sensation triggered a subconscious eruption and fire quickly incinerated her inhibitions.
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379ce No.165

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>>164
She had no memory of the ride to the mysterious address. She was drawn to the house like a rat to the piper. Moments of lucidity were granted to her by each pebble or divot in the road. Each bit of rubble in the road bounced her taut base drum of belly. The sensation waved away the haze from her brain briefly before the lingering odor of grease dragged her back into a trance.

Finally, a chill awoke her from her stupor, in time to find her finger hammering down on the doorbell. She was unaware how long her brain lulled in limbo. The passing of minutes and hours were impossible to gauge by the cloudy night sky.

The door snapped open quickly, swinging out only inch before the iron chain lock snapped straight. From void a gloved hand seized her wrist like a serpent. The latex fingers felt unusually warm on her skin.

A second hand shot from the darkness, and the friction of two fingers snapping kindled the fire in her mind. Jasalynn’s knees grew weak and her vision blurred. She struggled to hone her failing sight as the figure stepped forward. She could see long dark arms and legs slink out from the darkness. The long dark shapes wrapped themselves around her as she folded to the ground. She knew she should hurt, but she felt nothing.

The cold of the night air was evaporated by the familiar fire behind her eyes.

Through fluttering lids, she watched her cold breath settle around the boots of her captor, as the darkness swallowed the last of her sight.

[Moments later, inside]

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cbc65 No.202

I remember loving this on the old chan - can't wait for you to continue it!

ea892 No.751

Shameless bro-bump. Your work is very subtle and hard-hitting compared to most "fat of she" stories.



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6fd1b No.408[Reply]

This thread is for stories about reversal of fortunes. It could be a feeder who finds herself as a feedee, or a girl who was on top of the world forcibly fattened against her will.

What Sister Doesn't Know part 2
http://brothermayo.deviantart.com/art/What-Sister-Doesn-t-know-Pt-2-361233169
While this does need some context, the basic plot is that a woman whose job was to fatten up girls has been fired, and now her sister is given her former job. Her goal? Fatten her sister without her knowing.

All That She Knows
http://fantasyfeeder.com/stories/view?id=15909
One of my favorite stories of all time, the basic plot is a sister forcibly fattens her step sister who basically made her childhood hell. If nothing else, the final three chapters are amazing.

3f4dc No.621

>>408
any more like this?

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88f57 No.625

>>624

Holy cow. That was good. I have such a hard time finding this stuff. How could I miss something this old?

7fe8d No.646

>>624

Holy shit that was good. Have you found anything else like this by any chance?



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