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Anonymous 07/03/2018 (Tue) 05:59:52 No. 2816 [Reply]
It started off pretty shaky. We agreed to meet at 1pm at a local restaurant. I arrived right at 1 and took a seat at the bar. She texted that she was running late late, and she would be there at 1:15. But then 1:15 comes and goes. I text her that I ordered some food for us, thinking that food would get her to the restaurant faster.

She texted a little later that she was 5 minutes away. Then, that five minutes passed. I texted again saying the food was getting cold. No response. So then I wait some more. Finally, she walks in the door, about 45 minutes late. I had to wonder what she would have done if I was that late. But anyway…

She walks in looking just like a church lady; dark blue polyester skirt suit, black low-heel pumps, hair tied back in a bun, patent leather purse, gold cross necklace. She was short, fat, and wide, definitely a BBW. I couldn't make out much of her figure, but she was giving her polyester skirt a tight stretch across her hips. I was hoping she was a pear.

After she arrived we moved to a booth where we could chat privately. I got a brief thrill watching her shift and and slide her wide hips into the booth. And while we chatted I could see part of her bra strap peeking out from under her blouse. It was just a black silky ribbon, and it was sitting at an odd angle. I noticed it, but at the time I didn't think anything of it.

After about half an hour of a nice "getting to know each other" talk, she asked what was next on my agenda. And so I asked what was next on hers. We went back and forth like that a few times. She just wanted me to make the first move, so I said I have something on the agenda, but I can’t do it unless she joins me in doing it. And so "I" decided to get a motel room.

I gave her the address and paid the bill. We hugged our goodbyes, and I left for the motel first. She followed after she packed up the food. I got there in about half an hour. I even had time to get condoms and a Red Bull at a convenience store along the way.

But again, she took her sweet time. I almost thought she was going to flake. So a half an hour after I had gotten the room, which was an hour after I left the restaurant, she texts me to ask the room number, and I give it to her. Peeking out the window I see her car moving from parking space to parking space (trying to hide it from street view I guess).

Another 15 minutes later (and almost two hours after I got to the restaurant), she finally knocks on the door. I let her in, closed the door behind her, and greeted her with another hug. This time I groped her fat ass a little. And wow, she had a nice squishy ass!

But right away, she said she needed to go to the bathroom. And again, she took a long time in the bathroom too. At that point I was pretty annoyed with her. I just laid on the bed, and turned on the TV, not expecting anything to happen. I was thinking she was going to chicken out, or try to convert me, or whatever. She was a church official, after all.

But when she finally came out, WOW! She had packed her street clothes away, and came out wearing a black lace see-thru robe, with a black lace see-thru crotchless teddy underneath. And I also noticed her bra straps too. The same black ribbon bra straps that I saw in the restaurant were the shoulder straps of her crotchless teddy. She was already dressed to fuck back in the restaurant!

She smiled and turned around to model it for me. In back, there were two more black ribbons stretching out from her crotch, up and around her wide ass cheeks, and up over her hips. This outfit had no panties. And I wondered if she was wearing any in the restaurant. I never would have guessed by how she dressed.

I couldn’t keep my hands off of her. I reached out and just kept rubbing and squeezing her wide bare ass, and she smiled and giggled while I did it. Her lace robe came off quickly. It was getting in our way.

Her ass cheeks were round and dimpled with cellulite. I slowly worked my fingers down between her cheeks and thighs, and soon reached her pussy. Her pussy was so slippery wet. My fingers sloshed in and out, hitting her g-spot and tickling her clit. And she bent over and sat her full weight down on my hand, giggling and moaning, and wanting more.

So I decided to test the boundaries. After making her come a couple times, I put one slippery wet finger against her ass hole. She kept smiling and giggling. I pressed it into her ass hole, and she still kept smiling. My finger made it all the way in, and that made her groan, but she never stopped me. She was sitting her full weight on my hand, and I had one finger in her pussy and one in her ass. And she was panting, and giggling, and grinding her huge heavy ass down against my hand.

Then after one more little orgasm she got up and laid back on the bed. She whispered “lick my pussy”. I caressed her inner thighs down to her pussy, and gently pulled her lips apart. She had stubble down there, but she kept herself very clean…and tasty too somehow. And her pussy was still wet too. But there was so little room between her thighs I couldn’t lick her pussy and breathe at the same time. I had to stop every few seconds to breathe. I maybe made her come once.

So I climbed on top of her missionary style. She spread her legs wide, and lifted one leg up over my shoulder. The first plunge into her pussy was just a feeling of warmth, and wetness. There was no friction, no resistence, no awkwardness at all. She just let out a long groan, followed by a sexy giggle.

I bought condoms, and I was ready to use them. But we both went with the mood. I know it was dangerous. But I figured she was a church woman, so there was nothing to worry about. And she didn’t say anything about not using them either.

I knew I was fucking her, because her pussy was squishing every time I stroked her, and she was twisting and cumming underneath me. But her pussy was so wet and slippery that it was hard to feel anything from her. Her pussy was so wet that there was no friction against my cock. I don't know how many times she came. Neither of us were counting though.

Then we switched to doggy style.

She bent over, put her head all the way down on the bed, and stuck her ass way back at me. I slid right into her pussy, again no friction. Her wide ass wobbled and bobbled every time I slammed my cock deep into her. And she just kept moaning and cumming over and over.

Her pussy was super wet and slippery. I kept trying not to come. And I did a good job of it for a while. But when I knew I couldn’t hold it anymore, I pulled out and squirted big wad of cum right onto her ass cheek, another on her leg, and another one on the floor. It was one of the biggest and best cum squirts I'd had in a long while.

She collapsed down on the bed, and I cleaned up in the bathroom. I didn't think I took that long at all. But when I came out, she had already cleaned up the cum off of herself (and the floor). I got back behind her again. I was semi-hard at that point. But her wet pussy got me hard again.

Her pussy was so wet, and she was even squirting too. So once again I decided to take it even further. She let my finger in her ass hole earlier, so I pulled out and rubbed my cock against her ass hole. She didn’t jump away, or move, or anything. So I pressed my dick against her ass hole, and slowly pushed it in. I let her ass ease on to it. And after about three or four minutes or so, she had all of my cock deep in her ass.

And I stayed in her ass, pumping it in and out. She loved it! She was actually squirting and coming with my dick in her ass. She kept squirting over and over too, and each squirt lubed up her ass, letting me pump her ass deeper, and longer.

I must have taken half an hour pumping in and out ofher ass hole. She would squeeze her sphincter around my cock, and her pussy would squirt and lube her crotch and ass hole up, and I could pump her ass for a little bit longer. We kept that rhythm up for as long as I could take it.

I had already come, so I kept fucking her in her ass until I just tired myself out. When I did I just pulled out of her ass and let her flop onto the bed. She had made a huge mess all over the bed sheets. Her squirts had soaked through to the mattress. And most of her makeup had rubbed off, with her face down against the sheets.

Then she went into the bathroom, taking a long time in there again. But this time I didn’t mind. After she came out she laid down next to me, smiling and moaning “mmmph, mmmph” as she caught her breath. I didn’t want to hug her or touch her, because after all my hands had been all up in her crotch and ass hole.

After she came out I went in to take a shower. I had to, since I had the smell of her pussy, ass, and perfume all over me. When I came out she was already dressed. I gave her ass another hug and squeeze, and felt up her breasts. Her nipples were hard and sticking out. And she was leaving without wearing a bra.

After I got dressed and sat down on the bed, I gave her thighs a caress, working my way up to her ass and pussy again. It turned out she was leaving without any underwear on, not even her teddy. I thought that was sexy. And I worked my finger up in to her pussy for one last "dip", and give her one last come. But that last one was all she could handle, pushing my hand away.

So I put her skirt back down. Then she gathered her things and she left. I gathered my things and left a few minutes later. I waved at her as I left and walked to my car, and that was it.

And we're now making plans to do it again.
this is great, there's not nearly enough hardcore sex in fat fiction

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Immobility OP 07/04/2018 (Wed) 20:35:38 No. 2831 [Reply]
Immobility thread? Stories for immobility, blob, and helplessness. (Slob is allowed)
They do not have to be total immobile but at least has trouble or needs help because of their weight.

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smolfat Anonymous 06/06/2018 (Wed) 04:28:24 No. 2710 [Reply]
This is probably super niche but can we get a thread for WG fairies/other smol beings preferably eating human sized portions.

A couple examples but there isn't much

https://sir-wales.deviantart.com/art/It-s-a-Small-World-fWG-Slob-REPOST-538075097
https://weeb-lord.deviantart.com/art/Bravely-Default-P-lump-F-airy-fairy-wg-slob-601955102 (plus his other airy ones)
https://borin23.deviantart.com/art/A-Fairy-s-Stuffing-Session-616397651
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>>2795
He had been pissed at the mods about removing some of his drawn posts and apparently they did it again. I get why it's annoying but going by the journal timestamps it all happened in a few hours, would have been nice to have a bit of warning to save stuff…

The journal says everything will be re-posted eventually but idk if I believe it, he had a lot of stuff. Time to hit waybackmachine I guess.
>>2802

I'd say they should just post their…questionable, literature elsewhere but I don't even know a site outside of DA where people read stuff. I think the literature scene on tumblr is even weaker.

Still disappointing. They were one of the few writers that sometimes did food tf with any degree of quality. Now I have one less place to fulfill my insanely obscure fetish.
>>2802
> would have been nice to have a bit of warning to save stuff…

I did post a status warning this was coming like, a month ago. I'd link it but I also just discovered that DA deletes old statuses. Fantastic site.

Regardless, all my stories are available in a drive link on my page right now. If there's any you find missing let me know and I will find it. Nothing is missing.
>>2806
Yeah sorry I didn't see the drive when I made that post, and I guess I just missed the status (don't really use DA a lot outside of you and kip so the layout has always been confusing)

I hope that other post didn't come off too passive agressive btw, I was just bummed as you are my favorite writer for this fetish. Hope you are able to find somewhere. Have you considered pixiv at all? They have pretty light moderation all around and are a-ok with loli etc. and have an area for stories.
>>2806
Make sure you find a safe place to put them soon because Google Drive isn't a safe place for anything.

>>2807
>a-ok with loli etc
Step lightly because Pixiv has been trying to become the top art site internationally and Japan's becoming far more strict the closer they get to their Olympics.

How come Pastebin isn't an option?

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What do you look for in a story? Anonymous 05/31/2018 (Thu) 07:52:10 No. 2672 [Reply]
Sometimes I think about writing kink fiction, and weight gain would be my first choice. I'm wondering though what you guys find appealing in stories and things you don't like as well. There's lot of stories out there that have covered nearly every aspect of this fetish so it would be interesting to know what stands out to you.
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I may be alone in this, but as the years have gone by my patience with fetish stories has shrunk severely.
I'm like >>2673 , except maybe taken to a greater extreme. I used to be able to read long, chapter-length weight gain stories eagerly. Now I feel like I can't stand them any more. It takes too long to get to the good stuff. I mean, this is all basically wank material. If I want to spend a lot of time reading something, I'll go read real literature.

It's really gotten to the point where, instead of a story showing a girl's weight gain, I'd rather have a shorter story showing the girl already fat, and letting a scenario play out featuring her in her obesity.

And this can be surprisingly mundane. Maybe she's waddling around a Wal-Mart. Maybe she's at a doctor's office. Maybe she's visiting friends. Just give me a nice, concise, detail-packed window into the life of this obese woman as she eats and moves and goes through a world she's way too big for. That's what I like these days.
>>2774
I agree with this wholeheartedly. I lost my sense of exploration and "oh something's coming (lel)" as I hit my twenties. I think what it comes down to is that there are only so many ways to describe fatness, and these little vignette formats get boring to write after a while, at least for anyone with ambitions and/or talent.

I'm a very infrequent writer, but having written two vignettes and being in the process of working on a much more "world build-y" story, I can say that the latter is far more gratifying.

It's an interesting conundrum.
>>2776
I guess, from the perspective of a reader, I just feel like a long, drawn-out story misses the point. I don't read erotica for character development and interesting plotting, just like I don't read a novel to wank off.

So cut to the chase. Show me the fat girl. Show me her waddling around and stuffing her face and getting stuck in armchairs. I guess that makes me impatient, but sue me.
Yeah I think the biggest dilemma to me as someone trying kink writing is that I have no idea what most people consider a good balance between introductory fluff and the meat of a story, so to speak. Obviously people ain't reading this stuff for deep character and intriguing plotlines. I have no idea how much setup for the actual kink stuff people tolerate or want.

At the same time you can't just jump straight into it unless you're writing the story in a specific way which can get repetitive.
As a (sort of) writer myself, I would like to add an important point:
When writing WG, everyone is first and foremost following their own preferences. Changing one's style is not going to boost sales, right?

I know I spend too much time on world-building and ground-laying but that is because I need context in anything I read, a believable environment in which the gain is taking place. And I am writing it primarily for myself to enjoy so I'm writing it my way.

Mental/Personality changes along with Weight Gain Anonymous 01/09/2017 (Mon) 05:57:54 No. 275 [Reply]
I love weight gain stories, but I REALLY love weight gain stories where whoever gains weight also mentally changes too. Like they become more slovenly, hedonistic, and just plain start loving being fat after awhile. It could be through mind control, magic, transformation or other more forceful methods, or it could just be a more natural/positive learning to love their fat through self discovery or a friend. No matter the end result, I just love stories where there's also a mentality shift towards liking their weight gain. So I figured I'd try to make a thread dedicated to sharing stories or ideas all about stories with any kind of mental/personality shifts accompanied by getting fat.

Here's a fairly recent story I liked about the two villains from Danganronpa meeting the Ultimate Feeder who manages to change their evil ways by getting them focused solely on eating.

http://borin23.deviantart.com/art/Danganronpa-WG-Feeding-Into-Despair-1-648711207

http://borin23.deviantart.com/art/Danganronpa-WG-Feeding-Into-Despair-2-648711268
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>>2044
https://sunnydaysfoundation.deviantart.com/art/Caring-Girlfriend-639094005
Pretty much all of my work deals with corruption and weight gain to some degree. Pretty intense slob stuff, but no scat, so of you're into that you might enjoy it. *shrug*
>>2045
Good shit my dude
>>2046
Glad to be of service.
>>2045

Fucking nice job dude.
Might as well bump this thread.

I'd seen this picture by TubbyToon before. Imagine my surprise finding a story to go with it, one that seems right up this thread's alley:

https://benji-blacksky.deviantart.com/art/Birthday-Korra-Comm-Enlarged-Earth-Princess-714152852

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Weightgaming.com Anonymous 06/13/2018 (Wed) 22:35:02 No. 2737 [Reply]
Did it finally die? No longer shows up on a google search and it's been offline for a few days.
>>2737
>No longer shows up on a google search
I'm surprised it was on Googles list at all.
Better place to get info >>/bbwalt/5262

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Can't remember story Anonymous 06/11/2018 (Mon) 11:28:10 No. 2730 [Reply]
There was a story on deviantart about a girl who left the freezer open at a restraunt she worked at and was forced to eat the stock by some dude before it spoiled. Anybody remember what it was called?

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Fattening Pregnancy Anonymous 06/02/2018 (Sat) 21:42:43 No. 2693 [Reply]
So, I love Mom Bod(https://fantasyfeeder.com/stories/view?id=123611)or Growing Lucy (https://escpee.deviantart.com/art/Growing-Lucy-Chapter-1-378694464) .

Anyone have anything else like this? Husband fattening up the wife/girlfriend, preferably with pregnancy…?

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Friends living together Anonymous 06/03/2018 (Sun) 12:07:48 No. 2694 [Reply]
I apologize in advance, as English isn't my first language.

Sara and Mira grew up together, shared the same interests and had a great friendship. They were both swimmers and loved to dance. But Mira moved to Europe at the age of 16, with Sara staying in the US. They kept in touch in the beginning, but over the years, they starting to loose the connection. However, now, five years later, Sara was on her way to France, and hoped to visit her old friend again.

Sara was blonde, tall, and very fit. She was 5'7" and 122lbs. Skinny, by all standards. She had the same shape she had when she was 16. Mira was about 5'5" and about 135lbs by the time she was 16. However, Mira had changed a lot over the last five years, something Sara was unaware about. Mira had enjoyed big meals and stopped with all exercising. By 19, she was at 190lbs, and now, just two years later, she was over 250lbs. She loved the food, had big meals every day, often eating two large dinners, and constantly snacking. Her belly had grown so large and heavy, it was hard just getting up for her. Still, the more she ate, the bigger she got, and the more food she needed. She was now officialy morbidly obese, but couldn't care less.

Sara found Mira's adress at a modern and large summer house, south in France. Her father was a very succesful publisher, who owned the house. Mira used it as she was studying in France. Sara looked forward to seeing her old friend, not knowing what a fat pig she had turned into. She was shocked as she was greeted by Mira, standing in a tiny bikini as she opened the door.

"So great to see you again, Sara, it's been forever"
Sara didn't know how to react, looking at her massive gut.
"Wow. You haven't starved, Mira. Jesus Christ, you've doubled in size?"
Mira was laughing, her belly jiggling as she rubbed it.
"There's so much great food here. And they use butter all the time. It's addictive!"
Sara was a little repulsed by how much her old friend has let herself go so much. She was such a cute girl, but now she was all fat, breathing heavily as she was just standing there, her belly making it almost impossible to see she was wearing a bikini bottom.

This is all I have this far… I was thinking about how Sara would embarass and make insults to Mira, and it would be fun to add a male character they are both attracted to.
If anyone have any good scenarios involving humiliation of fat women, please feel free to add anything.

Anonymous 05/29/2018 (Tue) 00:18:20 No. 2664 [Reply]
I'd like some critic of this. I'm bad at being able to write a long story, so I've decided to try my hand at writing short stories instead, this is my first attempt


Oh my God what am I going to do. Soccer has been my whole life up to now, but this is my second ACL tear. It was my 6th game back from the first one. I can tell I haven't been as fast as I was, and it's been scaring me for so long. Now I have another one? All my athleticism is gone, and I just don't have the willpower anymore. Other girls do, but I just can't go through another year of rehabbing just to realize I will never be that budding soccer star I was meant to be. I had a scholarship and everything, I was going to get through life with this, and now it's all gone. I just want to lay down and cry and never wake up again. How am I going to fill this void in my life?

I need to go on a diet. Ever since I gave up on soccer I have been constantly gaining weight. I had been so dedicated to soccer I did everything I could to be the best, and that included my diet. After quitting I discovered I had been denying myself all the sweet junk food the world had to offer and it honestly began to feel comforting to eat. With my new found love for food I gained 30 pounds by the end of summer. The college I had been planning to go to had rescinded my scholarship offer, but still let me attend the school which was nice. With no parents around to badger me about my eating habits, no soccer to keep me occupied, and plenty of weed and alcohol to fuel munchies that felt more like a primal desire, I started to get really fat. Now I'm looking at myself in the mirror, and long gone is the athletic blonde with abs who the boys lusted after, and instead a big fat gluttonous pig. My face is covered in a ring of fat, my arms jiggle when I walk, and my thighs are cellulite ridden tree-trunks. My ass is huge and chunky and my breasts are heavy with fat. But my belly is the biggest of them all, flopping over the waistband of my yoga pants and spills onto my thighs when I sit down. I just couldn't stop myself, it all tasted so good, and now I'm really paying for it. Well that's gonna end today, I'm going to begin my weight loss journey right now!

I am so scared. My knee has been hurting so bad lately, I'm worried I mightve torn it again or done something, but that's not what I'm terrified of right now. I'm at my old doctors office, a place I haven't been to since I tore my ACL for the final time 5 years ago. My senior year of college is over and there is a huge difference between it and my high school senior year. "Ashley?" Inquired a portly nurse standing in the doorway. I stood up and she smiled at me, "Come right this way." I begun to waddle my way over, and she lead me down the hallway that I don't remember being quite so taxing before. "Alright I'm gonna need you to step on the scale." My heart sunk in my throat. I haven't weighed myself since that ill fated diet attempt after my freshman year, the one that ended after I weighed myself and found out I was 245 pounds, 3 pounds more than when I started. "So the last time you were here 5 years ago you weighed…" the nurse trailed off as she looked at the number. I looked at her, her eyes wide in shock, "135 pounds." I could tell she was trying to keep the extreme surprise out of her voice as she tried to fathom that the whale in front of her used to be thin just a few years ago. "And now you weigh 458 pounds. That is the biggest weight gain I've ever seen, have you seen any other doctor about this?" Her voice had genuine concern in it, but inwardly I wanted to cry. Partially from the fact that I sweating so much  from standing so long, and from the fact that I had no clue I was this fucking fat. "N-no," I stammered. "I'm gonna tell Dr. Arbuckle to run some blood tests, you must have something to cause a weight gain this substantial, wait in the room on the third door on the right." I then struggled my way over to the room and then tried almost in vain to get on the bed. I finally did it though and my aching legs cried out in relief to have so much weight taken off, as the metal the bed laid on creaked in agony. I knew I didn't have any disease that caused this. It was my own gluttony. After Giving up on my diet, I just ate whatever I wanted and that turned out to be a lot. Food tasted so good, and it felt so nice to eat. After losing soccer, it was something I could take solace in, a friend that was always there. No matter what, I had a mouth and a belly, and that belly was never satisfied. Now I'm worried I'm not gonna be able to fit elephantine ass through doorways soon. My belly is absolutely enormous, a two-tiered behemoth that is slowly making its way towards my knees. My arms are fatter than my thighs were when I was playing and my thighs are probably fatter than a normal girls waist. Honestly though? Thinking over it, I'm not sure I regret anything. I might be the fattest girl I know (by a long shot), I might get stared at whenever I order a big meal at a restaurant and stuff my fat face silly, but it feels so nice. If something makes me happy why not indulge in it? That's what I did with soccer and now that's what I do with food. Boys have never interested me that much, so who cares that all of them look at me in disgust? Thinking back to college, when I would smoke weed or drink and then just let that insatiable desire to eat and eat and eat take over, everything just felt right. So even though I might be enormous, even though I might be a quarter ton in the next year, I'm gonna do what makes me happy, and honestly, being really fucking fat does that. I don't care what the doctor says, when I get home, I'm going to go the freezer, break out that gallon of chocolate ice cream, and eat the whole fucking thing, because it's what makes me feel good. I never thought that tearing my ACL would've allowed me to realize what I really am. A fat girl
Felt rushed at the end but overall great job.
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>>2668
Thanks, I've written other stuff before, but I've never posted it
I just wrote another one too
https://anonisaspy.deviantart.com/art/Elena-747336798
>>2664
>>2669
Nice, though both are pretty trope-heavy, to the point where at times they can feel like an assemblage of cliché weight-gain sentences put end to end. The 'sporty girl is injured, gains weight while recovering' storyline is done to death at this point, as is the 'I think my clothes shrunk in the wash' line, eating a gallon of chocolate ice cream, the 'I was really a fat girl all along, I just never knew it' thing, et cetera, et cetera. A little originality would go a long way to improving your stories, especially as the actual prose, as well as some of the description, is rather good.

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