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Patreon/Paywall/greedy bastard thread Z.O.B. Industries 03/12/2017 (Sun) 18:25:31 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?

Anonymous 12/27/2016 (Tue) 14:44:57 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.

She closed her eyes, exhaling the lingering taste of the food she had unknowingly devoured. Her mind drifted between resting and waking. During this mental limbo she saw herself, staring blankly at her phone. Her nostrils flared and breath grew frantic. Her glowing green eyes were wild and wide. She began forcing fistfuls of sweets past her full eager lips. One hand after another, one wrapper at a time her stomach began to surge forward.

Just as she began to snore, a vibration shook her from slumber. She laboriously rolled over, freeing the buzzing device from beneath herself. Her heavily middle protested as she shifted her weight.

Wiping the sleep from her eyes she scanned her phone and read the glowing notification.

Her eyes widened, her nostrils flared, and the hollow echo of her gurgling stomach filled the empty room.

1 Unread Message, Unknown Sender:
“EAT”
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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.

Her hand came to rest just at the edge of her chin. Slowly her bottom lip quivered, and reached for the forbidden treat. Her tongue slipped from her mouth, desperately trying to shovel the candies into her waiting maw.

Hear breathing grew slow and heavy, blowing back the hypnotic sent of artificial sugar, fogging her senses even further. Her body was on fire. Somehow she knew the fire would consume her if she allowed her stowaway treats passed her begging lips.

Something in her head struggled to combat the flames and resisted the glistening sticky sirens.

“Is that you Jazz?!” Tynice’s voice cracked through the air like a whip.

Jasalynn turned cold, quickly shaking the loose candies into her pocket.

“Sorry about that! I’ve been a space cadet all weekend. You know how bad finals can be,” Jasalynn flipped a loose braid from her vision and flashed a nervous smile.

The two friends shrugged in agreement and made their way towards the glowing glass doors of the gym. With each step the candies, clattering like pool balls in her pocket pulled her attention towards her rumbling tummy.

Her top teeth pinned down her wanting lower lip.
>>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.

Jasalynn’s plump lower lip hung limp and trembled in time with her running pace. Mechanically her right hand shot from her pocket like a rocket, corking her eager mouth with candy. The surge of sugar carpeted her tongue, electrifying her senses. She felt her eyes roll back, behind her fluttering lashes and she blacked out.

***

Her hands were daggers, carving through countless logoed paper bags. Her cheeks, coated with a glittering layer of grease, swelled with partly chewed bits of fried fatty foods. Jasaylnn’s jaw ached as her molars gnashed at each mouthful. Her tongue guided each nugget and patty between her crumb-covered lips, occasionally chasing a dribble of spittle down her chin that desperate to remain undigested.

A landslide of greasy slush collected in her stomach, rising from the churning acid like an island. She could feel her ebony skin scream as it surged forward. The groggy glutton couldn’t remember getting into her car and darting through local drive-thrus, or settling in a nearby lot to gorge on her post workout meal.

A spear pierced her below the navel, disrupting her feeding frenzy. She worked her knuckles deep into her softening sides. Her seatbelt was threatening to split her across the middle. Her hungry gut ballooned around the tightening fabric, seemingly attempting to chew through the restrictive material. The effort resulted in an immense amount of pressure and pain.

Jasalynn chewed robotically, witling down the stockpile of crud tucked inside her cheeks. She released the shackle of seatbelt and her stomach plopped down, quickly covering her crotch and warming her lap. The resulting quake upset the contents of her stomach.

Jasaylnn met her reflection’s gaze in her rearview mirror. Again, her own gluttony surprised her. The whites of her eyes grew, dwarfing her pupils as she processed each crumb and stain.

“Oh my god!” she panted, swallowing what her tongue wrestled from between her teeth.

“This can’t b-” she paused, feeling a knot in her throat. Her hands found their way to her stomach, instinctually pressing down the gurgling flesh. She inhaled sharply, sweat peppered her brow and her pouting lips parted. Her stomach growled, warning her of what was to come.

“BRAAAAAAHP!” an airy belch echoed through her vehicle, filling space with the scent of her feast and shaking the layer of crumbs from chest.

Belches and burps of variable intensity leaped from her lips. Her eyes couldn’t abandon her reflection. Watching as her lips parted and fluttered to allow each expulsion of gas disgusted her, but the ease in pressure resulting in each thunderous bellow was impossible to ignore.

Her phone’s vibration hummed from her passenger seat. Jasaylnn winced as she reached for the glowing device. Her stomach felt as though it would burst as it was forced to compact against her armrest. Her hand closed around her cellphone and she pulled back seemingly seconds before her skin split.

[2 Unread Messages]
Message 1, Tynice:
“Jazz where are you? You said you’d be right back! Hellooooooo!”

Message 2, Unknown Sender:
“431 Melborne Ave. Come hungry.”
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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]

The stiffening ache in Jasalynn’s jaw was unrelenting, still her teeth gnashed and chewed. She craned her neck, massaging her throbbing mandible on her shoulder while her hands continued packing her maw full of her captor’s banquet. Her traitorous hands ignored her silent pleas and began forcing more and more morsels down passed her assembly line of molars.

This food was heavier than what she had dinned on previously, and didn’t translate well into finger food. Platters of pulled chicken, mounds of ground beef, and soggy gravy soaked biscuits dribbled down her quivering chin and settled on her rapidly rising and falling chest.

Jasalynn’s torso convulsed as breathing had become her body’s secondary focus. Her nostrils, now cavernous and wide frantically tore air from the room and with similar intensity. Between bites she desperately released the suffocating carbon out in attempt to clear the dusting of crumbs settling messily on her upper lip.

The arching of her spine and erratic nature of her breathing only served to strengthen the rhythm of her hypnosis. With every hurried breath and labored chew, her gut crawled forward down her lap. This body mass migration remained unknown to her only until her greedy gut was met with unwavering resistance.

An icepick of pain stabbed through her cavernous navel and spread like fractured glass below her skin. Both hands elastically snapped to her throbbing ebony gut. Her messy fingertips, expected the warmth of straining skin were instead greeted by a taught silk layer. Grease and gravy soaked into the smooth fabric. The cooling liquid provided momentary relief to gurgling paunch.

As the pain rose to a crescendo, her eyes went wide and breathing ceased its manic rhythm, pausing nearly entirely. Her lower jaw fell limp, suddenly free of its need to grind and swallow.

The bubbling rumble of her expansive stomach was audible. Her nails searched for give in the constricting garment. She prayed for snaps, buttons or latches, but release was carefully hidden beneath a gratuitous array or bows and ribbon.

She leaned back, feeling the corset’s tension reach its limit as her swirling cauldron of a gut surged larger still. The swelling sensation was maddening.

Airily, a moan slow and delicate at first, the pressure fought against its restraints, her voice cracked and hips bucked desperately.

Her former stomach hugging adversary seemed to fight for her now. The ridged wire sewn inside creaked, showing its determination to keep her skin from splitting at the seams.

A guttural croak burst from her throat as her hazel eyes pulled upwards, retreating back into her skull. Her feet slammed on the cool cement floor and her knees locked tight, forcing her bulbous form skyward.

She felt her large lips tighten and purse into a pale tin line. Slowly, her spine popped and cracked as her stomach rose further still. Behind her corset, her skin was dotted with goose bumps and shivered.

Like an uncorked champagne bottle, a burst of gas surged from her middle, pushing hard past her lip. The aftershock shredded her silk binding like spider’s web, leaving her gut littered with bits of frill and loose threads.

Her belch echoed in the small room for seemingly ages, and the noticeable deflation of her time bomb of a belly was blissful.
She felt the warm loosening skin spread and settle comfortably in her lap.

Her hands revisited changing landscape of her middle. She quickly flicked off the tattered fabric of her fashionable frenemy. She took her freed flesh in her arms. The act proved more difficult than before. There seemed to be so much more of her. She hesitated to imagine just how much her scale would read when she got home. If she got home.
Her mind began to race as details of her capture flooded back, wriggling through her brain like worms through an apple. Cold fear chased away her momentary pleasure when a voice rang out from the dark.

“That was… definitely something,” the voice nearly sang, “My money was on the corset. Figured if it could handle those thugs at UPS, it could handle a little comfort food.” The voice was tinny and artificial.

“You’ve probably got a whole heap of questions, and a T-Rex of a tummy-ache.” The voice got louder, and colder as the figure closed the gap between them both. “Can you hear me, or would you prefer I text you again?”

To be continued sometime sooner rather than later.
I remember loving this on the old chan - can't wait for you to continue it!
Shameless bro-bump. Your work is very subtle and hard-hitting compared to most "fat of she" stories.

Reversal of Fortune Stories Anonymous 01/27/2017 (Fri) 03:52:24 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.
>>408
any more like this?
>>624

Holy cow. That was good. I have such a hard time finding this stuff. How could I miss something this old?
>>624

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

Online TTRPG Anonymous 02/28/2017 (Tue) 23:55:34 No. 633 [Reply]
Hi! Anyone want to get together for an anonymous, text-based ERPG over roll20? System is Fate Accelerated. We're meeting every Sunday night American time. There are some common sense requirements about writing ability and people skills, but I like to think I'm pretty open to people who like naughty roleplaying :D

If you're interested, please respond here. If you want a quicker response, you can PM me on reddit at Neptune9825.

>The modern world is ruled by science and reason. Utterly devoid of magic, it operates according to a set of depressingly mechanical, entirely empirical rules. But every couple hundred of years, someone throws a wrench into things.


>It turns out the modern world is not the only world out there. Alternate versions of a shared reality coexist with each other. They share the same space, the same time, and (in many cases) even the same furniture. But that's where the similarities stop. They are fundamentally different from our world in strange and mythical ways. Humanity has called these places different things at different times: alternate dimensions, heaven, hell, the upside-down. But none of them quite got it right.


>Christianity got close, but Gary Gygax got closer. Our world borders on a series of mythical planes, each inhabited by a myriad of mythical beings. For the most part, the planes don't interact. But once every so often, two planes happen to align. And when that happens, all the safe, predictable rules that govern our world go out the window. The last time it happened, the entire world went to war with itself. The time before that, the black death annihilated two-thirds of Europe.


>This time, who knows? But in two weeks' time, the Plane of Gluttony will come into full alignment with our world. Conspiracy theorists and occultist bloggers have been pointing to the signs for decades: unsustainable levels of hunting and fishing, destructive industrial agriculture, spiking obesity rates and slumping productivity. We're feeding the world and the world is hungrier than ever.


>There are more than signs now. Those sensitive to magic have begun to see through the veil. Soon, they will be able to interact with and travel beyond it. Monsters that have been left to their own devices for centuries are about to be unleashed. The world is about to get a lot stranger.


>And it's up to a bunch of high school girls to stop it.
Boi, it's Tuesday. You're getting me excited for nothing?

Seriously, though, that sounds super neat. I'd absolutely be up for it.
Do you have a roll20 account? I can invite you and you can check it out.
>>635

Yeah, it's Dicker Schreiber. I just made it, though, so I have no idea how anything works.
I might be interested. I've played on Roll20 before but never played Fate.
Can you say a bit more about how erotic/fetishised you expect this game to be?
Probably a lot less than you'd expect a 1-1 ERP to be, but a lot more than you'd be comfortable sharing with anyone outside the community.

BTW, anyone who joined the campaign needs to check out the campaign's forum and do what needs done before they can actually play.

marvel wg au bob 12/11/2016 (Sun) 17:01:29 No. 2 [Reply]
i found this and thought i should share it with you guys
http://marvelau.deviantart.com/

someone has written a weight AU of MCU

Any aunt/mother stories? Anonymous 01/23/2017 (Mon) 12:38:34 No. 362 [Reply]
Specifically, anything with them falling into a feeder relationship? Maybe something similar to ElroyCohen's "Martha's Last Straw"?
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you've probably already seen it but there's a whole heap in this thread:
>>258
>>372

I think s/he's asking about wg story perspective and how they deal with it, not necessarily where the relatives are sexualizing each other
>>384
Yep, correct
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closest I've got is a mother-son story of a muscular, hardcore woman wrestler whose attachment to her son becomes a little more than that

http://luffy316.blogspot.com/2017/01/wrestling-with-mom-patreon-teaser.html
>>419

swing and a miss

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Anonymous 01/04/2017 (Wed) 21:23:24 No. 231 [Reply]
Hey everyone! Dunno how to really do this, so I'll get right into it. Drop some ideas you have for stories, something interesting you have thought about or have seen someone else write before. I've been wanting a few interesting ideas for things to write, but haven't been able to think of much. Hey, maybe even suggest the character and I might write something, if I know them.
So, I'll start: One idea I had was that D.Va could easily get fat from living a lavish lifestyle, and work her way up to obesity. She ends up liking it at least a little bit, and some of her fans do, and she starts to play around with her body a bit. Sitting on things, growing out of things, breaking things, all with her weight, and she enjoys every second of it.
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A married couple take in the wife's impoverished, skinny, newly homeless friend. The friend goes nuts at her newfound access to all the food she can eat, and starts getting fat. Both the husband and wife are surprised at first, but get into it as the story evolves.

It ain't Shakespeare but I figure it's a good setup for smut.
>>356

Seconding this. Would love to read a fit couple tag teaming an SSBBW
How's that mother daughter Mercy/D.Va story coming, OP?
>>356

Its counterintutive, but my close friend who works for a homeless non-profit says most people actually gain a bunch of weight when they first find themselves on the street. They are eating cheap processed foods and irregularly, and getting much less good sleep–all of which lead the body to put on weight. Crazy.
>>385
Can comfirm. My gf put on a little weight when we first became homeless because of eating processed foods.

It's also 1) You can't store most foods, so you have zero incentive for portion control
2) You have to eat more to get nutritional value out of what you can eat. Your body will still crave things until it gets what it needs.

Also, if you're living in a car like us, there goes any opportunity to exercise, and if you retain water like her, there's basically zero chance for moving and getting it circulating.

I'm down 24 pounds in two month though, so it's not a universal thing.

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Heranes: Trials of A Demigoddess luffy316 12/16/2016 (Fri) 04:01:06 No. 35 [Reply]
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Well, I did it. after a lot of writing around here, I've finally got something of an actual novel out; cover art and everything!


The story of Heranes follows a daughter of Hera in ancient Greece trying to earn her right to godhood through 12 trials. At the disposal of a perverted king, this leads her through mud wrestling witches, catfighting with titans, wrestling earthquakes, and battling arms of bandits in rough, sexy, and hopefully a little funny adventures of a mouthy redhead with a dash of goddess in her.


Parts 1 through 3 are available on Amazon as ebooks, and a fourth part should be coming by the end of the year. Probably an anthology edition as well at that point, possibly with new art depending how the first run does.


For people wondering, Part 1 included the three trials I posted on the blog as well as a third and fourth trial, so it's twice as long as my post here. Parts 2 and 3 are 100% original (as much a Hercules parody can be…) and won't be released for free anywhere for a long, long time.


https://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=node%3D154606011&field-keywords=heranes


So try it out! It's dirt cheap for an e-book as I understand it, and they're about 17 thousand words for 2 bucks (a fraction of buying a commission).


If you're REAL frugal, you can skip part 1 and pretend you know what I'm talking about when centaurs and ninjas get mentioned later. Or wait a month or so and get the full Olympian Edition, which quite frankly, should cost less overall and make me more money because of how Amazon works.

preview of the first part of Chapter 1: http://luffy316.blogspot.com/2016/10/tales-of-heranes-lady-hercules.html
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annnnd done! Part 4 is on Amazon, and so is the Olympian edition with all the content for cheaper!
wheres the bbws tho

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