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Warhammer fics Anonymous 01/19/2020 (Sun) 12:13:25 No. 10 [Reply] [Last]
Post weight gain stories or ideas set in either the grim darkness of the far future or the old world.
Using this chance to shamelessly self promote. Again. https://www.deviantart.com/m00nliner/gallery/68740600/salvation-demands-sacrifice https://www.deviantart.com/m00nliner/gallery/70598830/panem-ex-machina May even accept some ideas. It's been half a year, so my writing itch may need to be scratched. 40k only, don't know diddley about FB and AoS.
Managed to save some posts from the old thread. Not the original poster. I had a similar idea involving Tau water caste but also added in some fattened Sororitas for fun. A group of Tau explorers finds a human world unclaimed by the Imperium. Naturally, they want to court the local population as quickly as possible before the Imperium shows up so a diplomatic cadre is sent to the planet to find out the best way to get the locals to side with them. After a tepid first contact, the water caste ambassadors discover that the humans of this world survived a great cataclysm, the Age of Strife, but experienced numerous famines during that time. As a result, their culture came to view heavy, well-endowed women as symbols of fertility and ideal mates even after managing to pull their society back from the brink of annihilation. Working off of the logic that it is far easier to negotiate with horny residents than hostile ones, the Tau decides that the best course of action to annex the planet quickly is to start fattening up their female diplomats and merchants who are more than willing to sacrifice their figures for the Greater Good. Pretty soon, Tau diplomatic envoys start arriving with bigger, rounder women much to the poorly-hidden joy of the local leaders. Unfortunately for the Tau, the Imperium had previously discovered the planet and sent a missionary fleet but arrived late because of a warp storm. The Imperials, seeing the locals mingling with surprisingly corpulent xenos, naturally want to attack the Tau and the xenos-corrupted humans but are, for once, reluctant to go through with it. This is both because getting a proper invasion fleet to reinforce them is out of the question this far from the rest of the Imperium and because initial scans show that there may still be Dark Age era technology present on the world which the Adeptus Mechanicus wants as undamaged as possible. That said, the Tau aren't pleased with the Imperium's presence and secretly hope that the native humans will outright reject the Imperials now that their diplomats have the local population twirled around their fatty fingers. In short, open warfare isn't an option. Seeing that they are already facing an uphill battle, agents of the Ordo Sabine, the Sororitas sub-order in charge of re-integrating rediscovered human worlds into the Imperium, decide that two can play at the fat game if it means winning over the population. The Sabine Canoness order her sisters to start packing on the pounds so they can compete for the native's affections believing that once the poor, ignorant fools bear witness to the bounty the Imperium has to offer they will turn away from those xenos harlots and back towards the Emperor’s light. From there, the situation rapidly devolves into a bloodless proxy war as the two factions desperately try to pull the natives of this world onto their side with bigger and chunkier women.
>>13 Pt 1: Sister Palatine Evangeline of the Order of the Virgin Rose loved the God-Emperor. The stern, handsome face that glared down at her during her education in the scholam was the sole source of comfort in her life, the thought that she might die for her god Emperor as he eternally died for her a comfort in a life of constant training, exercise and spiritual piety interspersed with violent combat. She would do anything for the God Emperor, pit every ounce of her tall, tan skinned body against the demon, heretic, xenos and worse. When the Inquisitor had tasked her and her squad of Palatine Sisters to under go what the order Sabine's Sister Dialogus Xanadu called 'the Process' instead of leading an orbital assault against the Xenos who'd dared try and corrupt a future Imperial world she'd of course accepted. She could never refuse an order but now as she woke from the dull haze of her drugged slumber... 'Him on Terra, I'm fat as a grox!' Evangeline gasped, looking down at the wreckage of her self. When she'd been injected with the experimental supplement, designed to bulk up grox before slaughter, Sister Evangeline had been fifty seven terran years old standard and kept twenty three by doses of rejuvenant. A daily twelve hour program of running, calisthinics, weight lifting and weapons drill had kept her tall, darkly tan body perfectly fatless, strong and utterly graceful, although also giving her nothing but the smallest breasts. Her sinewy, muscled and leggy body was when combined with her vivid green eyes, thick black hair and surgery perfect face (for the Virgin Rose demanded that their sisters have flawless visages) made her both beautiful and a near ultimate weapon even outside of her white and gold power armor. Had made. 'My, my, my...I've got tits!' she groaned, placing her hands on her normally near flat chest and finding swollen, malleable mellons. A squeeze or three found them unbelievably soft and as she sat up they sagged against her palms and gave a sensitive shiver down her back. Beneath them her chiseled eight pack rolled down into her lap, clearly past her breasts. That brought another gasp and Evangeline felt a fat tummy big enough to pick up with two hands.

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"Greetings and salutations in the name of Sigmar, Witch Hunter General. I present you my promised report into the investigation of the riot at the Altdorf Opera House and have found a most sinister thread running through Imperial High Society. My first subject of interrogation was one Rosalina Hildegrand, the new prima donna of the opera and cause of the riot. She was in a most distressed state, having been fired and blacklisted from the opera across the Empire. Opera is of course a most sinful and decadent pass time and I had not been surprised at her appearance as she sobbed in her changing room. However, I was struck by a portrait of her in her changing room from a year before. This Rosalina was waifishly thin. Lean of leg, tiny of waist, narrow of hip, small breasted and slim necked. She had to weigh perhaps seven stone, and while beauty is but a trap for the simple minded was quite aesthetically pleasing. In contrast, the sobbing woman on the groaning chair was easily a quarter ton of lard. She was in only her unmentionables, sinfully skimpy black stockings and panties. Her thighs were merely plump and jiggly, pouring out of her tights. Her hips were wider than she was tall and her ass was bigger than a cart horse's. Her waist was a shapeless apron of fat plunging towards her knees. She had no trace of a neck and her face was so covered in fat I could barely see her eyes.When thin her small breasts were girlish and enticing, but when obese her dugs had been swallowed up by the rest of her. She wheezed and puffed at every word, barely able to draw enough breath to make herself heard but I ripped the box of chocolates from her hands until she made a full confession. Rosalina's story was that the year before she had had a grand premier, earning standing ovations and full audiences. But several reviews had said her lean body needed a few more years of growth to reach the very highest notes. A helpful patron, a noble man named the Viscount Von Holbard had offered to bring in a Tilean expert to allow her to reach perfection early. Rosalina accepted and found herself living in the lap of luxury, the expert declaring that she must increase the size of her body to hit the very highest notes. A halfling staff fed her around the clock: rare chocolates from Lustria, dwarven beer, elven fruits, averland steaks, Marienburg oysters, Brettonian wines, Tilean pastas and halfling pie after halfling pies. Claiming it would soothe her throat, she was bid to smoke mind clouding halfling leaf round the clock which only made her hungrier and lazier while damaging her vocal chords.To rest, she was forbidden from singing even a note or raising her voice. Saying that she needed to relax, Rosalina was forbidden even from moving, porters carrying her too and fro and she confessed that many lovers had been brought to her of both genders, tying her feeding into her sexual climax. A year of such treatment passed while a grand opera celebrating Rosalina's return to the stage was planned. That the leading lady wasn't at rehearsals was explained as her preparing privately. When opening night came, she was brought to the opera in a black coach with closed windows through a private entrance and arrived on stage without being seen. As the curtain rose, the audience gasped to see the porcine form waddling onto stage instead of the slender starlet they'd expected. The twenty year old needed a cane to support her pathetically weak body, all of her quivering like jello at the mere act of walking. She had been crammed into a dress made for a merely fat woman, fat rolls pouring out of the waist and skirt, seams ripping with each step, a corset wrapped painfully tight around her bulbous belly.

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Witch Hunter Captain, As instructed, I have reached the castle of the Von Bov family near Averheim. I would hate to be impudent but the assigned itinerary, while safe, took me at a glacial pace from inn to inn. And traveling in a carriage was unnecessary, a horse would have been better. In any event, I found the Von Bov estate suspiciously peaceful and prosperous. The sign over its gate boasted of the fattest cows in all of Averland, which seemed ominous and boastful although the immense heffers in the fields seemed to make the claim based in reality. The Lady Von Bov was a stereotypical Averland matron: an over plump woman in her forties clinging vainly to a long vanished youth, an overworked corset fighting to keep her waistline below forty inches and to keep her breasts from resting in her lap, while too much makeup tried to distract from her chins. What was unusual was that she was happy to see me. A younger woman dressed incredibly sinfully (with exposed ankles, sleeves that showed her wrists and immense bosoms almost fully exposed) at her side was introduced as her second eldest daughter, Rachel. She was respectful although I found her a little plumper than a maiden should be, clearly the gentle climes of Averland has made her soft. Lady Von Bov, although fat, was not the victim you had assigned me. After Rachel served us tea, sandwiches and cookies (before leaving and saying she had to go and feed the cow) she began the tale of her eldest daughter Isabelle. Isabelle was counted the eligible girl in Averland. Firstly, all of the Von Bov children were girls, meaning that her son would be heir to immense tracks of lands.Secondly, her younger sisters 36X28X36 figure was comparatively chubby and under developed. Isabelle was a staggering, ridiculous and sin inducing 38X22X38, a stupefying hourglass that was the result of a strict diet and dancing program and would surely go to pot the moment she wed and became pregnant. Isabelle had a great many suitors competing for her hand, but she held out to become Queen of Love at the grand tourney in Averland. I do not need to tell you of this sinful waste of time, a weeks long party of vainity and decadence , of the bawdy shows, live stock judging and excessive consumption while knights from as far as Estalia compete for the grand prizes. Just as tight a contest was that for the title of Queen of Love, where the most lovely noble girls in the county compete through dance to be named the fairest in the land. Never has a winner not been betrothed by the end of the tourney. It is common for Queens of Love to marry the son of an Elector Count or a Brettonian Duke and even the sitting Empress can trace her station back to how her twenty year old self danced. Isabelle was ambitious, vain and lustful. When she should have been on her knees praying for Sigmar's mercy, she was practicing to win the title and the hand of some nobleman even richer than herself. She seemed a shoe in for she had won the same title at many minor tournaments in Averland and was counted as graceful as a wood elf. But her hopes were dashed when word came that a Brettonian Princess with a supposed 41 inch bust was to compete.

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Shill your stories! Anonymous 01/20/2020 (Mon) 01:02:43 No. 15 [Reply] [Last]
Since the board has recently been obliterated, it seems like a good chance to get the word out before the flood starts again. https://www.deviantart.com/pawndramon/art/Pharaonic-Indulgence-Part-1-807130353 https://www.deviantart.com/pawndramon/art/Pharaonic-Indulgence-Part-2-Fat-Tendency-807669645 https://www.deviantart.com/pawndramon/art/Jiao-and-Jay-The-Scale-823256926 https://www.deviantart.com/pawndramon/art/Ren-Weight-Making-824723599

Writing.com Thread Anomynous 01/19/2020 (Sun) 10:57:09 No. 9 [Reply] [Last]
Writing.com Archive dropbox: https://www.dropbox.com/sh/38pdpfgk4v94dcp/AACbiAzw677MVvbfUYfs1mfja Writing.com story exporter dropbox: https://github.com/towerofpower256/WritingExporter.SimpleExporter/releases Buttercombe Academy: http://www.writing.com/main/interact/item_id/1856959-Buttercombe-Academy-for-Growing-Girls Buttercombe II: https://www.writing.com/main/interact/item_id/2171199-Buttercombe-Academy-for-Growing-Girls-II/ Super-Sized: the Mel Carlyle Story: https://www.writing.com/main/interact/item_id/2041198-Super-Sized-the-Mel-Carlyle-Story Alice the Fat Cheerleader: http://www.writing.com/main/interact/item_id/1819934-Alice-the-Fat-Cheerleader/action/recent_chapters Packing on Pounds: the Piper Black Story: https://www.writing.com/main/interact/item_id/2141026-Packing-on-Pounds-the-Piper-Black-Story/

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The writing exporter doesn't work for me anymore, would it be possible for someone to export the latest version of Hesper, and a couple of the more popular stories?

Morally Depraved Stories Thread: Rebirth Anomynous 01/19/2020 (Sun) 10:21:07 No. 3 [Reply] [Last]
"In this thread, let's post our most depraved weight gain story ideas, and see if anyone picks them up." New decade, new board, new thread.
Gonna be reposting my old stories from this thread (as well as a few I've since written in /trash/): >one day, out of the blue, a random mortal decides to completely fuck up a goddess >one of the really lame and self-restrained ones, like Artemis or Hestia >begins by pledging himself to her service and offering up small sacrifices every once in a while >She pays him little attention, because he's just one supplicant among thousands >he begins upping the scale of his sacrifices and begins getting other people involved in his little cult >maybe have a few scenes of all the gods consuming all their sacrifices, but the goddess has to stuff herself to finish them all >as more and more people join the man's cult, he begins making the rituals more obscene and the acts more depraved >what eventually began as a small group of people peacefully praying to the goddess has degenerated into drunkenly moaning her name at orgies >as the cultists begin to outnumber the original believers, the goddess herself changes >she becomes more belligerent, greedier, messier, and of course fatter >she binges every day on the veritable mountain of succulent sacrifices that are offered to her >pleasures herself with any servants who have died and ascended to her realm >however, the vast influx of believers makes her stronger, and she eventually craves more >she begins abusing her greater powers to interact with the mortal world and granting more fame and fortune to the man >she then begins appearing in the man's dreams to thank him

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>innocent nun/priestess joins a religious order and put in charge of hearing sinners' confessions and absolving them of their sins >what they don't tell her is that every time she absolves them, she absorbs a bit of the sin herself as a sort of spiritual scapegoat >From the thieves, she absorbs a bit of their greed >from the blasphemers, a bit of their cynicism >from the felons, a bit of their cruelty >from the slothful, a bit of their laziness >from the adulterers, a bit of their lust >from the gluttons, a bit of their appetite >after a while, she finds herself to be different from the kind and demure woman who first walked through the doors >avoiding work when possible, only going through the motions when praying, loathing the poor and needy who beg outside, regretting her vows of chastity and poverty, and beginning to demand larger and larger portions at meals >nervous about her apparent lapse in faith, she goes and talks with the mother superior/high priestess/whatever, who tells her not to worry and that such doubts are expected >the best way to avoid them is to work with more sinners, obviously >so at her superior's seemingly positive message, the nun throws herself back into her work >indeterminate time has passed, she's a shell of her former self >she explicitly refuses to spend time with the poor or pray any more then absolutely necessary, preferring to stay in her chambers and "meditate" (stuff her face with stolen food) >she's even taken a lover, a young neighbor next door who constantly visits her for "spiritual advice" >she hasn't even seen soap, let alone a bath, in a week, and she's starting to smell genuinely putrid

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(Too lazy to greentext this) The ruler of a nondescript European feudal kingdom has a reputation for being a womanizer, with his wife having died a good several years prior (or just out of the picture in general) and needing an outlet for his sexual desires. So, he's developed a habit of traveling around, finding whichever fair maiden catches his eye, taking her back to his grand castle, and fucking like rabbits as much as humanly possible. However, having a mistress gets old after a while. Sure, she was pretty when you met, but now she's taken a little too well to palace life and started to put on weight, and fat chicks are gross. She might have gotten pregnant, and bastards might try and usurp your throne. And sometimes she tells her God-mandated ruler that she doesn't want sex when he does! The prince had also generally found a younger, prettier girl by then, so he would very much want to move on. But, there's one question: what do you do with the old one? Lock her up out of sight and act like she never existed. Sure, they kick and scream when the guards come to drop her in the hidden rat's nest of cellars, tunnels, and storehouses below the oldest part of the castle, but they all go eventually. So what if it's dark and damp and poorly-ventilated? It builds character! And he sends down plenty of food and wine for them, he's not a monster. By now, there are easily four dozen women down there, at least three of whom were minor nobility, two are cousins, one (supposed) half-sister, and eight bastard daughters he's sired and dropped down for them to raise (ages ranging from three to fifteen), all in various states of obesity. Our story begins with the king returning from a pilgrimage when he passes through a small farming town in the backwater part of his realm. He sees a young farm girl, Therese, and calls her over to his carriage. He immediately becomes attracted to her, seduces her, and starts another affair.

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>woman realizes that she has a narcissist fetish >makes it her life goal to fuck a male version of herself that's identical to her in every way >a number of years down the road, she finds a boyfriend who's a lot like her in term of facial structure, height, hair color, etc. >if you want it to be more fucked up, have her settle on doing it to her brother >only problem is he's a gym nut, loves the beach, and has friends who don't like her at all >she convinces him to his job, so he's out of work in the meantime >she realizes she can never build muscle mass like him, so she resolves to destroy his >gets him to stop going to the gym less, feeding him more at home >it's working, he's putting on pounds >he's embarrassed about his double chin, says he's thinking about growing a beard >realizes she hasn't thought of facial hair, so she plans to take care of that too >orders estrogen pills from Mexico, starts slipping them in his food & drinks >acts more controlling, tries to stop him from hanging out with friends >he's starting to get suspicious, she gets desperate >so organizes a convenient 'accident' for him >he breaks both his legs, ends up bedridden >she has complete control over him

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>in the not-too-distant future, fast food restaurants are all automated >in order to save costs, the corporations have centralized production hubs that provide food for all the restaurants in their city >Armies of workers rendering meat, adding preservatives, cooking food, preparing the meals, and transporting them around the restaurants >also connected to the corporation's regional HQ >due to the degradation of labor laws by megacorps, there are essentially no regulations on what companies can put in their contracts as long as both parties willingly sign >the workers are locked into decades-long contracts where they sign away all their rights >factory laborers forced to live in McPods in the McCompound and work ridiculously long hours doing menial labor >also, they're paid in meal points instead of actual cash, only redeemable at the cafeteria >the most expensive meal options are made with natural food, then the processed fast food they sell at restaurants, then the processed food that didn't pass inspection, then the expired or otherwise unsanitary food, then some kind of greasy sludge that is only the bare legal minimum for what constitutes 'edible' >breaking a corporate rule doesn't get you fired, only a demotion and a dock in your pay >repeat offenders are sent to R&D, where they do god-knows-what to you now imagine this story: >Start off with a woman working fairly high up in the corporate ladder at the city HQ >she's locked into a contract, but she owns her own apartment, some stock options, and a cash salary alongside the meal points >she's paid fairly well in that she can afford all-natural food prepared locally by trained chefs from the executive dining room >she's in great shape, stays active, has flexible work hours, corner office, all that jazz >however, corporate politics is a bitch

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Belly Literary Universe Juxtaterrestrial 01/19/2020 (Sun) 08:10:16 No. 1 [Reply] [Last]
Since the forum was lost I'll take this opportunity to plug my story series again. The highlights of the series -Slow paced, somewhat rapid weight gain -Long story (over 200k words at this point. Plenty to binge.) -Plots ranging to single stories to series spanning arcs -Character development as multiple characters find their way to fetishism. -Light scifi plots -Romance -Multiple POV characters with their own stories that occasionally meet with each other to advance a larger meta plot. -Occasional character illustrations(example above) -Primary fetishes: weight gain, bellies, stuffing, insatiable apatite (at times), Opinion change?(characters start out not wanting to gain but change their opinion. I figure that's a fetish.) Best place to start here is at the beginning of Kelri's story. Other characters branch off occasionally: https://www.deviantart.com/juxtaterrestrial/art/Kelri-s-Gain-Part-1-Get-Stuffed-775161541
Also i post new entries every monday and thursday at 12am EST

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