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What do? Anonymous 06/27/2017 (Tue) 08:54:24 No. 1500 [Reply]
Aloha everyone, how's it hanging? I really want to break into this kind of writing, but I honestly don't know where to begin. Do you fine individuals have any babby's first pointers for a total newfag? When I do actually start putting out content, I'll be sure to share it here.
>>1500
Hullo there.
The main rule, if there is one, is to write what you want to read. A lot of us write because there's so little of what we want to see - this is a very niche niche after all.
There's really not a lot differentiating this sort of writing from any other sort of erotica, from a mechanical perspective. Make a character you like, think of a storyline that sounds fun, then just give it a shot - just like anything else.
Aim low to start with; I know that when I started off I always wanted to write 50,000-word epics spanning years, but that sort of thing always falls through. Try writing a single scene or day in a character's life, and move up from there.

If there's anything more specific you need advice on, feel free to ask - those are the basics of the basics though.
>>1503
Same

Request for Critique Anonymous 05/19/2017 (Fri) 20:46:58 No. 1322 [Reply]

Hey all, I tried writing a thing at like 4 in the morning, and I was wondering if you could tear into it and tell me what I need to improve. I did my best to pick up any spelling and grammar issues before submission.
http://daktamagnee.deviantart.com/art/Come-To-Bed-681495638

Also, if the past-present tense thing is weird, it's cos I messed it up mid story.

Cheers
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>>1386
Is that a good thing or…?
Okay, how about some actual critique instead?
>>1384
This is really well written! Plus glad to see some Dark Souls fats story. Please, keep it up! Maybe add a little more dialogue or inner monologue, but it's great so far!
>>1386
The fat soul, seeped in the blood of many, traversed the abyss to bring itself to a worthy wielder. Was this fate? Or perhaps the machinations of a more sinister foe…
http://batgirl-fatgirl.deviantart.com/art/The-X-Files-WG-Adephagia-Episode-1-687532808

Hey if we're doing general critiques I'd love to get some feedback on this. I tried really hard to abide by the structure of your regular monster of the week X-Files episode and keep the rapport of Mulder and Scully, no idea if I was successful or not.

IDEAS TO MAKE A GOOD FREE WEIGHT GAIN GAME MAKING A WEIGHT GAIN GAME 06/14/2017 (Wed) 03:37:05 No. 1433 [Reply]
so basically i understand everything i need to it is a literature choice based games most items are interactive she gains weight based on food and objects respond based on her weight if so far she has a sister named rosie and i want her to be her feeder but i what the story to go much further figured you guys could help
sorry for grammar mistakes i'm pretty excited i got over 2 major hurdles in the creative process in 1 day
SOME QUESTIONS THAT NEED ANSWERS
1. what is the maximum size she should be
2. other players
3. why does she gain weight
4. is she embarrassed by it
5. does she make other people gain too
*5 is it by being near her or is she making her friends gain
LETS BUILD A GOOD STORY
WG in fiction mainly has one (or more) of three natures; plot device, characterisation device and theme. There's not that much special about WG lit other than that.
Thematic WG is obviously what bbwchan's interested in the most, but the other two are also pretty useful/important and what I generally look for when working out if I like something or not.

It's cool to explore the effect WG might have on a person's nature, or how their view/reaction to WG may reflect their persona. Like any characterisation device, a good wg lit should add to characterisation but unless they're a RABID ASS GAINER (yes, they do exist but jfc are they rare and scary af irl) it shouldn't be their sole driving force and their life shouldn't revolve around wg alone.

WG can also be part of the plot, but people really screw this up all the time and again, making the whole story just about WG is unnatural and one-dimensional. Like any other plot device it gets boring if overused, especially if left on its own. There should be other plot elements around for it to interact with.

Just like any story, you need to work out the who/what/where/when/how. WG can be tacked-on pretty easily to almost any story, as the writing.com peeps can attest, lol.


So yeah. tl;dr strip out wg, think about a decent story and characters without WG, then ask yourself how it would affect it
also, I recommend looking at the Weight Gaming forum if you haven't already. Don't be afraid to start an idea topic here:
http://www.weightgaming.com/forum/index.php?board=5.0
ANSWERS TO YOUR QUESTIONS
1. what is the maximum size she should be?

I say go for Immobility as a maximum, with it being her little sister's ultimate fetish. This is essentially the point of no return and could even be seen as bad situation for the MC as she is basically forced to keep gaining and be her sister's play thing.

2. other players? Maybe a chubby best friend, a girl who the MC does kind of like, but is unsure about how to feel about her. If you do have the MC fatten others up, you could have this friend be a clue that the MC does enjoy girls with more weight on them, she just didn't know it.


3. why does she gain weight?

I say ignorance at first, she unknowingly gains weight due to her sister's machinations. When she finds out you could have the little sister blackmail her into gaining weight and be her feedee, thus forcing her to gain weight.


4. is she embarrassed by it?

YES! How about she's confused about how she feels on top of this, as the more she gets embarrassed, the more she starts to enjoy the embarrassment. Sort of like a weird turn on for her.


5. does she make other people gain too? As mentioned before, she could have a chubby best friend that she makes gain with her. Perhaps to try and lessen the weight she's gaining, of course this doesn't help and both balloon up. Next I'd have the little sister gain weight, originally she did it subconsciously, as she wants to be thin, but eventually the MC gets her to fatten up. If you go the blackmail route, you could have the MC fatten her to immobility as punishment.


*5 is it by being near her or is she making her friends gain?

I say she makes her friends gain, but it could be interesting to have it be a product of being near her. It would make the sister gaining weight much easier.


LETS BUILD A GOOD STORY

Real Life Weight Gain Stories Anonymous 05/22/2017 (Mon) 20:47:04 No. 1335 [Reply]
Anyone have any good suggestions for accounts of real life weight gains? I'm inspired after reading this:

http://www.savvymom.ca/article/gained-weight-daughter/
These are varied, but some of them are gold!
http://www.freshman15.com/weight-gain-stories/
This one is best one, imo, she REALLY loses all control of her gluttony and blows up huge:
http://www.freshman15.com/weight-gain-stories/freshman-15-gained-overnight.php
>>1345
i find that story hard to believe. why would some accidentally let themselves go that much???

Can someone pls work on claire indulges with mom
I would like to see more activity on Madison's Freshman 15 story. For me, it's by far the best WG story on Writing.com, and it has tons of diferent lines quite interesting.
https://www.writing.com/main/interact/item_id/1911783-Madisons-Freshman-15
Take a look! ;)
>>1391
Great so far, though agreed with others that I feel Mel needs to start puttin on some weight
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A'ight, so we have three suggestions for Mel gaining weight- any ideas on how to implement this beyond "THEN MEL GOT FATTER BECAUSE OF FOOD"

Weight gain writing is fun, believe me, but in Bobo's very character/story heavy interactive, I like to have more reason behind it than just "and then Mel was magically fatter and that's all we talked about.

Like, yes, Kate is a great cook and that's fun to write about, but like, at the moment, the story is pretty heavily focused on this old roomie drama/ Mel actually being somewhat active for once.

Any fun ideas on how to implement more weight gain? I'm just spitballin' here, people.
>>1403
There's still Mel becoming a guinea pig for science.

You could also have Mel start caring about school (her grades are probably pretty low) which could cause stress-related weight gain.

Another idea is to have some event that makes her go full hermit, causing her to pile on the pounds.

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zobstories Anonymous 05/21/2017 (Sun) 05:15:24 No. 1330 [Reply]
There was a thread of his stories on the last site, I'm specifically looking for a story about Poison Ivy, Harley Quinn, and Catwoman.
Dragon Age story: https://www.docdroid.net/3X2eubT/dragon-age.docx.html

McKayla's New Job Anonymous 04/26/2017 (Wed) 01:09:54 No. 1137 [Reply]
Hey guys, I'm writing an interactive weight gain story, I thought you might enjoy.

I used to really love writing.com but they stopped letting free users create stories, plus they're plastered with ads and slow page loads, so I'm hosting my own site. I'd love it if someone else wanted to add a chapter, but it's fine if you'd just like to read what I've written.

In any case, here's the link. I'd love some feedback and suggestions for the story or the site.

http://ohweight.getenjoyment.net/mckayla/
Link doesn't work
>>1157
work on my machine(tm) here
Wasn't working for me earlier but I'm glad I checked back. What's there so far is really good.

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Anonymous 03/03/2017 (Fri) 13:04:30 No. 650 [Reply]
Inspired by one of the ones I found through here, anyone know of any good stories that combine either of these:

Weight gain + pregnancy or weight gain + alcohol/drugs.

Weight gain + pregnancy + alcohol/drugs also interesting.
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Fucking hell son. This has to be one of the most obnoxious and pretentious posts I've read on this site. Congratulations my friend.
>>1160
Maybe you would have received a better reception in the moral depraved thread. At least being a sick fuck is expected there.
>>1160
This post is much worse than your dumb kink
>>1174
Really? I think his kink is disgusting and deplorable, but I agree with his point. It's just fap-fiction, guys. We have a thread dedicated to lolis (that I frequent), if that shit was real a whole bunch of us would be incarcerated, with good reason, but it's not.

If none of you wanna write it, cool, but let the dude like what he likes.
>>1176
He can be free to fap to abortions for all I care, but he's coming off as a whiny little cunt, that's what's causing all this.

Anonymous 03/02/2017 (Thu) 05:07:04 No. 644 [Reply]
Does anyone have a link to Assimilation on Writing.com?
Took some digging, but here it is:

https://pastebin.com/ikmi0q2F

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Anonymous 02/22/2017 (Wed) 10:37:22 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 wrinkle or a bruise or even a pimple anywhere on your fat body. You swore that your skin glowed with a divine aura, as if it was some otherworldly deity. Hypnotised by your own beautiful flesh, you gently rest you strong hands onto your vast, unyielding stomach. Your skin felt like the finest silk known to man. The kind even the highest kings would beg to glaze at. And your flesh was so soft and wonderful to touch. Your fat was like an inviting pool you wished you could dive into and never return.

My god, what were you saying? Shaking your head, you pull your mind out from this sick fantasy. Was it not enough for whatever cruel forces were behind all this? They had transformed your body into this towering mountain of flesh, now they wanted to drive your mind to madness? Perhaps, you've already gone mad.

But regardless of whatever has cursed you with this bloated form, you knew you couldn't take it lying down. If you ever wanted to return to normal, you would have to get up. But trapped inside this tiny box that was once your bedroom, getting around was difficult. With every movement your gigantic body made, every jiggle your sea of flab preformed, every slight shift of weight you had, the room would creek and rattle, terrified of the monster trapped inside it.

Slowly and carefully, you manage to stand up, only to bump your head on the ceiling. Rubbing the top of your scalp, you glaze around the room. It like being trapped inside a doll house. All of your belongings, now nothing more than tiny parodies of themselves. But maybe, in a vain hope, that's exactly what has happened. Someone has trapped you inside a toy doll house as a joke! You pull your curtains open, hoping against all hope to find a pack of pranksters waiting outside, ready to free you from this madness. But to your horror, all you find thought the window is the world outside, just as it was yesterday. Only it had shrunk, just as your room had shrunk. Dishearten, you close the curtains and decided you should at least put on some clothes on.

Wearing your old clothes was out of the question. Given your new enormous size, they were little use to you other than hand puppets or handkerchiefs. Perhaps later on, you could sew all your old shirts together to create one that would fit your bulky form. But for now, you would have to find an alternative. Searching the room however, proved to be rather difficult. Every time you turned around, your rear end, now wider than a family Sudan, would knock something over. And every time you turned back to see what had fallen over, your behind would knock three more things over, as if it was your own personal trickster.

Frustrated, you turn you head to face your own own ass, only to notice how perfectly smooth and round it was, sporting not a single flaw. It was if your behind was crafted by the great masters of the renaissance. Not wishing to fall in love with your own ass, you close your eyes and shake your head. Opening you eyes once more, you discover the ruins of your bed on the floor. It had been crushed by your ballooning form during the night. Now all that was left of it was flatten springs, wood chips and bed sheets. But there was a idea. One bed sheet wouldn't be big enough to wrap around your impossibly wide body, but tie a few of them together and you might have something that you could use to cover your shame. Picking up the sheets, you fashion a sort of mini-dress out of them. Hardly formal ware, but it would do.

Now properly dressed (or as properly dressed as your going to get,) you now face your biggest challenge, escaping your bedroom. The bedroom door, a luxury you had once taken for granted, now stood before you, little better than a doggy door for a very narrow hound. But it was your only way out of your room. Of course, there was also the window, but letting your neighbours see you like this was out of the question. You bend down ( your humongous rump thankfully only knocking over a lamp as you do so,) and try to fit your arm though the door. You huge arm manages to get halfway through, only to get wedged in the doorway. You sigh and pull your arm back. Next you try your head. It gets through with room to spare, but the body its attached, you bloated, monstrous body remains stuck on the other side.

There was only once thing for it. You would have to try and squeeze yourself through the doorway and pray for a miracle. You press your gigantic being against the doorway, pushing and grinding and trying to force your way through. The wall, under assault by your massive bulk, groans and screams and bends, until finally, the wall comes crashing down, throwing you onto the living room floor.

And there you are. An impossibly huge, monstrously fat, inhumanly bloated giant, lying on the floor. Surrounded by the dust and rubble that was once your bedroom wall. What a vast, swollen monster you are. Perhaps, it's best to remain on the floor like the mountain of flab you are.

Then you hear a loud grumbling noise, as if a fearsome beast has awoken. You realise its coming from your stomach. With all the excitement of discovering your massive metamorphosis, you've completely forgotten about breakfast. You pick yourself up, taking special note to not bump your head on the ceiling again and walk to the kitchen. As the house shakes with every step you take, you hope a good meal might allow you to figure out what you're going to do next. Of course, part of you wonders, with this new vast and possibly bottomless belly of yours, just how much you can eat in one sitting.
I like it.
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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 of bread as if it was a crumb. You guzzle down bottles of milk was if they were thimbles. You devoured a whole bowl of fruit as if it was a single grape. The slice of cake you were saving barely registers as it gulp down the contents of your fridge. Nothing in that kitchen was safe from your feeding frenzy. You eat and you eat and you eat. Your body is overwhelmed with excitement as you do so, as if eating was now your one and only purpose.

And then you run out of food. You've eaten every last scarp in the kitchen. You look up and see the destruction you've caused. Your once full kitchen has now been striped bare. Cupboard doors have been ripped off their handles. Your fridge now lay thrown onto the floor. You even notice bite marks across the kitchen bench. Worst still, after eating everything in the kitchen, you still feel hungry. You may as well been inhaling dust for it did to fill you up.

Embarrassed and ashamed, you can only wonder what you were going to do now. You would have to go out and buy more food, that much was sure. But how could you go out looking like this? How could you afford to keep yourself fed? How could you even go to work now? You look down at your monstrous form and sigh.

Suddenly, you feel something just below your bottom lip. A tiny bit of food you failed to eat. Well, if you can no longer look like a normal person, at least you can be clean. Reaching into an open cupboard, you pull out a reflective silver tray and looked at your own face. What you found staring back you was stunning. Your face, it was beautiful. Soft, plump, but with a wonderful aura not of this world. Your skin was as flawless as the rest of your body. Your hair was now long and inky blue, shining like a clear night sky. But your eyes, your eyes were your most amazing feature. They glowed bright blue as if you had heavenly stars instead of eyeballs. It was if your face was that of a strange and dazzling deity. Just what were you?
>>1088
This is pretty good, the perspective is well executed. Would love to see some more.

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