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Depraved/Unhappy WG story Anonymous 05/07/2018 (Mon) 18:55:18 No. 2588 [Reply]
I wrote this off a prompt several years ago and it kind of grew… uh, not gonna try to milk that for a pun– from there. I've seen a couple threads nudging into this subject and found this deep in the annals of my HD, thought I'd share some. I know I've lost parts of it that I added, but the story never really finished and I kinda toyed with branching paths on it. I'll see what you folks think before adding more. I apologize especially for the first few paragraphs as far as writing goes.

She lays reclined on a bed in a dark room. The shades are always drawn, the windows painted shut. There is no real color in the room, just shades of grey and navy in the bedding, a beige carpet and white walls. The only color comes from the dozens of food wrappers carefully piled in a basket beside the bed, where The Keeper can collect them at the end of every day and count them, adding up the amount of food she’s consumed. She’s over 600 pounds, her hair uncut for years and her face slack and dull as a rotting potato skin, and far less poignant.
She wears the tatters of a long-outgrown XXXL cotton nightgown, light pink patterned with daisies and food stains; she has no jewelry or makeup, and on her massive, cellulite-infested legs are several scrapes and cuts where The Keeper shaved her legs too hastily the week before, since her excessive fat prevents her from maneuvering enough to shave them herself. The television blares in the living room, loud enough to hear but she cannot see the picture—The Keeper says that the women on television are all whores who would corrupt her if she saw them, but it’s okay just to listen.
She was massive, taking up the better part of the king sized bed she had spent nearly all of her time in. Her one responsibility was to eat; but it was no easy feat like The Keeper liked to tell her it was. Only the fattiest, richest food was left for her by The Keeper, and she was required to eat everything he put out for her at the beginning of the day by the time he returned home. This of course included the only thing she was left to drink, too. Five tall and thick cups filled to the brim with a sloppy, chunky weight gain shakes. Five times the same sort of formula used to help body builders support their immense caloric needs from full days of rigorous exercise was fortified with chocolate syrup, heavy cream, icecream, and sometimes it even tasted as if there was lard in the mix; all for her regimen of doing nothing but laying there and eating. It was all she could use to wash down the rich food she had to eat all day, but sometimes it actually left her feeling the need to wash that down.
Then, he would count out the parcels of food and add up the fat and calories she had consumed, recounting it to her with each discarded wrapper, box, or bag. Only then did the next and even more humiliating part come: measurement. From the softness of her cheeks, to the circumference of the fat roll that her neck had become, to how far the flab on her upper arms hung down when forced to hold her arms up and out to the side; an increasingly hard feat as of late. He'd hot-glued together two measuring tapes for the purpose of accurately measuring her waist at its thickest point, but the real shock came as, each day, he measured the ever shrinking distance between her sagging, globular belly's bottom and the knees that were slowly sinking into a depression in her fatty legs. Hips, calves, thighs, forearms, all of that would follow, but she would be numb to those by comparison.
By this point, she was growing daily; even if only by a barely perceptible amount. It was enough to keep The Keeper excited, but never enough to leave him satisfied. By habit, The Blob reached out and took hold of a fruit pie in her soft, thick fingers. It was but one in a large pile that had been laid out, resting against a flank roll. She had about five more of them to go after this one; she tried not to think about the fifteen similar desserts she had devoured before this one as she mechanically unwrapped it. With her body acting almost by its own accord, she found herself sighing at the elating, comforting taste of tangy lemon filling and thick, crusty sugar glazing over the sweet dough. Before she knew it, another victual had been eaten whole, shoved into her mouth, briefly chewed, and swallowed down. She cringed as she felt its weight settle in her stomach. It was no dainty treat on its own, but it took up a lot of space, even in her cavernous gut. Knowing that there was more to come, and that every weighty lump that landed in her stomach would, within a few days, be weighing her down from elsewhere on her gelatinous frame, made her shudder. She tried to force such thoughts from her head, and simply reached for a shake. She had forgotten what real hunger felt like, but The Keeper had trained her body to crave food almost perpetually. It had been habit forming, doing nothing but eating for so long. When she wasn't sleeping off a massive day's feasting, it felt strange, wrong, even, to not be at least grazing on candy or chips.

The Blob had lost track of time when she noticed through the haze of her constant eating that the front door was being unlocked. She heard it swing open at last, and The Keeper's voice calling, “I'm home! How's my little piggy doing?” Little was hardly a word that she could use to describe herself anymore, she lamented to herself. And her heart sank in her potato-sack bosom as she realized that he was about to remind her just how far gone from ever being called “little” she was today. The Keeper came in; a weak and weedy man that some might have considered to be on the lower end of “average” looks. He walked over to the low-to-the-ground bed, reinforced to hold her immense weight, and pinched the celluite-ridden, stretchmark-covered flab near the base of her shoulder and, to her embarrassment, ran a finger up her jowly cheek to collect a dribble of the last weight gain shake she had chugged down, simply trying to get it out of the way.
“Someone's been a messy little eater,” he teased as he stuck his finger in her mouth. She sucked it clean, averting her eyes as he purred in delight, wriggling the digit in her mouth before sliding it free with a wet pop. “You know what time it is, piggy.” Like every day since, he nestled his back against the slab of rolling fat that now covered her back, leading to the saddle-bags that shelfed off into her buttocks, and counted out the food wrappers in the basket. “And one more burrito. Seven hundred calories, thirty grams of fat. Makes for… five thousand, eight hundred and thirty calories, and about six hundred grams of fat. Your first shake.” He tapped his chin and murmured, “I think that batch came out to about… two thousand two hundred calories, and another fifty grams of fat.” He gave her rump an appreciative pat and squeeze, the jiggle that persisted after leaving her feeling even more vulnerable and ashamed– disgusted, even– than before. It was as if every calorie or gram of fat he listed off made her feel more and more ensconced in the flabby excess that covered her body from such meals. “Look at you, Just two of these shakes puts you over ten k for the day, and we're only about half way through your quota for the day.”
Eh, I'll toss on the bulk of what I salvaged from the next bit. I don't have much else but I'd really like some feedback if you fine folks have any to offer. Even just "This is kinda boring" etc. That said, this was a branch involving her failing to meet expectations.

The Blob's breath hitched in her throat, biting her lip, eyes widening, heart skipping a labored beat. She hadn't met her quota! She had one shake she hadn't managed to drink but half of, still sitting on the end table within reach of her doughy arms. Maybe if she finished as much of it as she could while he kept counting, he'd be less hard on her? It was the best she could hope for. Out of desperation, and partly out of stress alone, she picked up a burrito and discreetly unwrapped it, shoving it past her lips in big, greasy bites. Her gorge rose at the thought of forcing down more, and her overtaxed, groaning stomach protested, shooting pangs of painful resistance up her spine. But she knew that the agony of forcing down a few more bites would be made infinitely worse if she didn't do something to please The Keeper.
“Uh oh…” The Keeper glowered as he placed the last jumbo potato chip bag back in the basket. “Somebody didn't meet their quota today.” Tears filled The Blob's eyes as she struggled to force down the last of the shake she'd failed to finish, finally gasping and whimpering out desperate apologies as the cup fell from her grasp, rolling off of her folds of flab and onto the bed, falling forgotten on the floor.
“I know you're sorry.” The Keeper replied evenly, stroking her squishy cheek with a gentleness she didn't hear in his voice. “But you know I have to punish you. It's for your own good. Good girls eat all their food. If your little tummy isn't strong enough to take in enough for a growing girl like you, or you just couldn't do this ONE little task I give you all day, then I'm gonna have to show you how easy you have it.”
She was almost hysterical, by this point. The last time The Keeper had punished her for not meeting her quota, she had been force-fed an extra day's worth of food, all ground up into a paste and pumped into her unwilling belly by a tube. And all the while, The Keeper would paw and grope at her overtaxed stomach, making her whimper and moan with each ounce of unwanted pressure and pain his clumsy hands brought on the taunt organ. She could barely breathe once it was finished; let alone move. And sleep, her only escape after such cruel feedings, tended to come slowly for all the discomfort, not to mention the sugar rush that buzzed in her head with no outlet from her inactive lifestyle. The Keeper took the food she had failed to finish, and added it to the machine's already terrifying mix, and brought the tube to her lips. “Time to eat up, you bad little piggy. And no sex for you this time. You're being punished, remember?” It was a relief to hear that; or it would have been, if he wasn't just going to satisfy himself on her rolls, forcing her to recoil from the feeling of parts of her that hadn't even existed a mere year ago being used as The Keeper's personal sex toy.
Reluctantly, The Blob parted her quivering lips and let The Keeper press the tube past them, buckling a harness around the back of her head so that she couldn't spit it out when the feeding inevitably became too much to bear. The straps sank into her jowly cheeks and the roll that had formed at the base of her skull, wrapping about her neck and merging in front with her chins. Her jaw trembled as the sound of the pumps activating filled her ears, and she could feel The Keeper lathering lubricant all over her doughy rolls. “Let's see if I can fuck an arm fold,” he growled, but she was distracted from his lasciviousness by the sudden and overwhelming onrush of an obscene torrent of liquefied food gushing down her gullet, only the faintest measures of taste perceptible to her because of how far back the tube was. It ensured that she didn't try to hold the goop in her mouth, and forced her to swallow.
Within moments, she was painfully full with food that, by now, had brought her up to her daily quota. In seconds, though, she was rocketing past, as the unrelenting pump continued its task as mechanically as she tended to fulfill her own; but far, far more efficiently. Though it struck here more frequently than she liked, The Blob never did grow acclimated to the alien and uncomfortable sensation that, as best she could describe, felt like becoming a human balloon. After a certain point of ghastly fullness, she could feel her stomach being stretched out even further than usual, though, to her terror, nowhere near her limit yet. Her very world centered around her belly in moments like these, where the pain and discomfort, along with the constant feeling of swelling and expanding, demanded all of her attention. She could feel it as if it was struggling to dominate her form, threatening to push aside the collective mass of her rump, hips, and lovehandles that looked like an overstuffed loveseat to a bystander. She could feel herself distending, her stomach struggling ahead as if it was being urged to overtake her knees and race for her feet, like The Keeper so often fantasized to her about. The Blob let out a feeble, muffled groan for mercy that went unheeded as The Keeper's thrusts into the fat that billowed from her arms picked up tempo. Her head sank back, and her eyes rolled back in her head as she tried and failed to surrender to oblivion. The Keeper only told her to stop whining, so she could eat more.
Hours later, near midnight, The Blob finally became vaguely aware of the lack of any new pressure in her stomach. “Finally,” she thought, “My stomach must have popped. Now I can–” but then she realized through the gluttonous haze that the pump had merely cut off. She groaned, her vision swimming as she realized that she had doubled the obscene amount of food she normally had to eat in a day; though that amount always increased significantly each day. That, of course, was why her stomach had become so resiliently stretchy. Even the normal amount of food for her in a day left her gaining at least a couple of pounds every day, The Keeper had reckoned. The idea of doubling that would terrify her, with the threat of permanent immobility already dangerously close, if not for her being in too much pain to think properly.
“Theeere we go. That's a good piggy.” The Keeper cooed, patting her belly and evoking another agonized moan as he unclasped her feeding mask. “I really hate to make you do this,” he lied, she knew it full well, “But it's for your own good. Do you understand how important it is to meet your quota every day?” The Blob sniffled, failing to fight down tears from the pain and humiliation, and nodded.
“Yes.”
“Are you gonna be a good girl and always eat what I give you?”
“Yes.”
“Good girl.” He smiled with approval and gave her right breast a lascivious grope, where it rested in a pooled heap atop her overstrained gut, spilling off the side a bit just like the opposite one. “I'll let you go on to sleep, then. You've earned it, my good little piggy.” Eager to sink into oblivion, though it came with no small amount of difficulty, The Blob shut her eyes, sniffling and whimpering as The Keeper padded away, leaving her alone in her misery and the darkness of her bedroom.

The next thing The Blob knew, she could taste the comforting, sinfully delicious sweetness of chocolate cake, and feel the rich moistness and sickeningly-sweet– normal, for her– layer of copious icing along with it. She rolled it over her tongue, then opened her eyes to find that it was morning– or so she assumed from the sunlight spilling in through her bedroom door, from elsewhere in the house– and the fact that, to her sudden shock and horror, The Keeper had an even bigger feast laid out for her than yesterday. And even though she was still definitely full from last night's cruel punishment, she was eagerly chomping her way through a sizeable cake that The Keeper was keeping held up to her jowls, her body once again betraying her. “Good morning, piggy.” The Keeper greeted her with a broad, sickening grin, though that soon vanished as she recoiled and gasped for air, trying to pull away from the alluring cake.
“N-no, no! Please, I'm still full!” she panted, and sure enough her overfilled stomach gurgled with the sheer volume of food it was still processing. Processing into more blubber that would weigh her blimp-like body down more and more with each passing moment.
A dark scowl came to The Keeper's face, as he took away the cake, and then proceeded to remove the rest of the immense feast from her bed. She blinked in confusion until The Keeper finally growled, “Maybe more food isn't the punishment my greedy little piggy deserves.” Her laboring heart sank in her chest, and her eyes widened. The idea of giving her more food being a bad thing for him was unheard of. That wasn't good. “You don't even remember what it's like to be hungry, do you?!” Painfully full, yes, but hungry? That was something she hadn't been in years. The closest thing was the habitual, instinctual need to continue chewing and swallowing that he'd trained into her. “I gave you a life where you'd never have to worry about being hungry, or working, or exerting yourself ever again!” The Keeper hadn't given her any choice, she wanted to protest! But she knew that was wrong. She did have a choice. And he reminded her of it, back when he used to leave her tied down with a feeding tube for days on end, back when he made clear his intentions to leave her helplessly fat, and started going to every possible length to ensure it. She wouldn't dare argue with him, anyway. He was in control. He could put her back on a life of constant tube feeding, leaving her to experience nothing but ever-growing fullness and the feeling of her bonds sinking into her slowly expanding fat.
“You wanted a life of decadence, pleasure, of endless indulgence, and I gave you just that! And this is how you repay me?” He rounded on her, and she forced her eyes shut and flinched, fearing a slap to her doughy cheek, but he made no move to strike her. The pain didn't come. “Fine. I'll give you a chance to see just how good you have it. Piggy doesn't want to eat, after giving her word she would? Fine. Piggy can see how she likes a nice starvation diet. Four days, no food.”
The idea, at first, was relieving. She might actually lose some weight this way! If he was too angry to feed her, she could potentially lose enough weight to fend for herself; to get up and leave. But after The Keeper left in a huff, The Blob found herself a few hours later, growing agitated and anxious. She was bored, and horribly so. Constant eating had helped to stimulate her and stave it off, but this was a new and mind-cracking level of absolute boredom. What's worse, the urge to keep eating was growing unbearable. And by the time The Keeper had returned from work, The Blob felt the alien, agonizing pangs of hunger that had eluded her for all her years with The Keeper. Her heart fluttered at his approach– also for the first time in years– but soon sank as she found he brought only a pitcher of water to satisfy her.
“Please… please, I'm sorry!” she whimpered pathetically, clasping her soft, pudgy hands after having to reach up over her heaving breasts and belly. “Please feed me? Please? I'm– I'm so hungry!” The Keeper callously turned away. “Three more days. Then the ungrateful piggy gets food, if she's lucky.” he snorted before slamming the door shut and vanishing for the night.

The Blob was mortified. She had begged to be fed! To be fattened up like a hog for the carnival, just as she had always hated. She felt weak. Not just in her muscles, long atrophied from forced disuse, but in her will, for succumbing so easily to exactly what she was sure The Keeper had wanted from her. Her body, once again, had betrayed her. And now she didn't know what would become of her, or how she could possibly survive with her sanity intact, after her last day of starvation. She couldn't sleep that night, with constant thoughts of food and desire for some kind of stimulation. After all, she had enjoyed no company but food, and the tiresome chore of being wrestled into a good position for The Keeper to have sex with her; usually involving nearly being smothered by the cascading, flabby blobs of her breasts and belly as they sank back towards her head; usually while trying not to vomit up her last excessive feast as her whole body quaked and rocked with each thrust. What few fitful moments of sleep she had were filled with visions of gorging herself on sinful, glorious desserts and deep-fried, over-doctored junk food. Not caring how much the little voice screamed for her to stop; not caring how much fatter she was growing before her own eyes, her rolls and folds growing ever closer to the edge of her massive bed, which she already took up most of. So much so that when she tasted the dearly missed sensation of a meat lover's pizza soaked, drenched, in ranch dressing filling her mouth, she woke to the dreadful fear that it was only another dream.
“Wakey wakey, piggy.” The Keeper admonished. “It's one in the morning, and I've decided to have mercy. Does piggy want more food?” She couldn't hear or answer over her own frenzied chomping; the sort of gusto with which she hadn't eaten since her third or forth binge ever. It felt like a lifetime ago, with how common and begrudging they had become for her. “Good.” he grinned. “I've got a pump loaded up with a day's worth of food. I'll feed it to you tonight, and then you can get back on your regular schedule tomorrow. I know it'll be a little tough on your poor tummy, but you know better than to miss a day again, right?”
The Blob looked up, dumbfounded, her mouth hanging open in confusion as ranch dressing dribbled onto her chins. Taking it as a sign of compliance, The Keeper shoved her feeding mask back on, and the pumps were running before she knew what hit her. Realizing that it was only one day, and she had already cracked; and hadn't actually missed out on a day's worth of food, now, and thus wouldn't be losing any weight– or even failing to gain– she burst into tears, sobbing with what the Keeper mistook for joy as she felt her belly strain and expand again. Dread for the future and delight at finally being able to eat again; and shame from both; intermingled, calling forth more and more tears as she was pumped full.
“Don't worry, piggy.” The Keeper cooed. “I'm upping your food intake, and your appetite stimulants, so much that you'll have outgrown these sad little things in a few more weeks.” She was confused, but a slap to her doughy, quivering cankles made his point abundantly clear. She could feel his hand sinking into the fat of her lower leg, and she sniffled once again as she realized he wasn't hitting muscle at all. “I'm pretty sure you'd already fail miserably at walking if you tried now. But just to be sure, I'm gonna try and put another fifty pounds on you in the next month or so.”
The Blob couldn't stop chugging and swallowing as the pump worked past her terrified misgivings. “Remember the last time you walked, piggy?” It had been at least a month ago. The pumps and tubes kept her from needing a bathroom, and he sponge bathed her every few days while regularly rubbing lotions into her stretchmark-riddled skin to keep it from growing too fragile from so much stretching, or getting bedsores from laying on her expansive sofa of a rump for too long. “I hope you got to cherish it. You won't ever be doing it again!” he gleefully whispered to her. She hadn't gotten to cherish it. It lasted all of a few steps before he chuckled at her already sweating form, and just shoved her back onto the bed to satisfy his newly-formed erection. If she couldn't walk then, then The Keeper was right. She'd never walk again.
“Just imagine. The next milestone we have, once this sexy tummy of yours covers your knees, is getting these fatlogs too big to lift.” The Blob mewled and shook her head no, the protests muffled by her feeding mask. But they were already agonizing to lift, even for the minute or two it took The Keeper to hurriedly shave her armpits. “An eternity of doing nothing but eating and having sex. Doesn't that sound wonderful?” he purred. “Absolutely nothing else.” She had no choice. And she doubted she'd last an eternity at this rate. Her vision swam in a gluttonous haze, and she rocked her head back to retreat into the bliss of gorging, her only sanctuary. And now, it seemed, the only thing that would ever be her sanctuary. Her world. Her life. She was lower, fatter, even than swine. She was just a blob, that lived only to become more of a blob.
>>2601
I liked it, normally stories end the with chapter in which the feede hits the 'blob' stage. It might to see a story start from that point.
>>2603
>might be nice to see a story from that point

Is there anything like this? Thread Anonymous 09/05/2017 (Tue) 17:08:23 No. 1833 [Reply]
In this post, we help each other by recommending or indicating stories that fit what someone asks for.

In my case, I'm looking for a story where a person (Don't care if it's a bbw or a bhm) wakes up or suddenly finds out he's fat, and acts reasonable and not inmediately horny and tries to get a good use of this weird new situation they're now in. Of course, if it has some sexy moments or anything like that, I won't complain. Is there anything like this?
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I can't believe they deleted the library. I had been accessing it after they just got rid of the link, but now it's no longer accessible. The SJW's there have been anti feeder and have hated on the library visitors & creators. They can go fuck themselves. This was a piece of FA/feeder history going back to 1996 with some awesome stories. Did I mention they can go fuck themselves?
>>2592

Luckily, the old Internet Archive Wayback Machine seems to have the contents of the library pretty well backed up for the moment. https://web.archive.org/web/20170503083041/http://www.dimensionsmagazine.com:80/Weight_Room/stories.html
>>2593
good catch. thank you
>>2593
I'm not really sure how the wayback machine works. You said for the moment. Will it not be archived for ever? if not is there a way we save a copy of the library without copy and pasting every story?
Impressively realistic and quintessential frustrating weight gain. Female character struggles with her weight for years, in and out of relationships, food addiction and binge eating just worsening over the years. To her dismay, weight climbs and climbs deep into SSBBW territory.

This is the real life story for literally thousands of SSBBW’s. Any fiction about it? Save me the FA messiah figure who converts her to like it or similar trope.

Ethnic BBW/WG stories Anonymous 05/08/2018 (Tue) 02:22:28 No. 2591 [Reply]
I have a bit of an odd request for you all. I know this has come up here before but I don't think we've ever had a thread about it, so if this is taboo please forgive me.

I'm looking for good BBW/WG stories where the main character is an ethnic woman. I especially like stories with Middle Eastern or South Asian protagonists but would be interested in other ethnicities too, and I know many people here would be too.

I'll kick things off:
https://elroycohen.deviantart.com/art/The-Collection-The-Ripe-Yellow-Pear-713883793
https://adipose-rex.deviantart.com/art/Comm-The-Fat-Lady-702547510
https://y2qwert.deviantart.com/art/Once-You-Go-Fat-Part-I-728358802

>>1776
Hey! That's my story! I wrote that shit way too long ago for people to remember, I might still have the unfinished part 3 on my laptop.

anyone know what happend to biggirlshere? Anonymous 03/09/2018 (Fri) 16:51:56 No. 2375 [Reply]
His account is deactivated on deviantart. anyone knows if he has made a new one?
I too, would like to know.
I'm just assuming he's in jail or was crushed to death by an ssbbw he was feeding.

More than likely probably his wife or someone close to him found his stories and he closed up shop to kill the evidence.
Anyone got any of his stuff saved?

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The perfect story for /elite/ Hessian 05/03/2018 (Thu) 20:03:01 No. 2565 [Reply]
I'm curious as to what a story written to appeal to as many people as practicably possible would look like. To that end, I'm going to run some polls - and maybe at the end we can write the scientifically perfect story for /elite/.
Here, then, is the first question - in your ideal weight gain story, how much weight would the character put on?
Go to https://www.strawpoll.me/15628715 to vote.
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Personally I'd love to see forced weight gain, or weight gain trickery. Someone who dislikes their weight or is ignorant.
>>2570
Naturally, naturally. For these polls, however, you can assume it's an 'all other things being equal' situation.
>>2571
I'm also a fan of that sort of thing - don't worry, there'll be a question to that end soon.

>>2566
It seems that nearly half of us prefer over four-hundred pounds of gain in their stories, with another third appreciating between two-hundred and four-hundred pounds. That's interesting - I didn't think so many would be keen on such high numbers.
The next question is; in your ideal weight gain story, how quickly would the main character gain?
I suppose this question is what separates those who prefer the more expansion side of things from those who enjoy more realistic weight gain.
https://www.strawpoll.me/15631914/r
>>2573
does this count for time skips? if a character gains weight over many months, but the story time skips between every six months it's still a pretty fast gain to the reader.
>>2574
It's how fast it is for the character.
>>2575
Does that sentence make sense? I was trying to say that the question is regarding how fast the gain is from the perspective of the character, not the reader.

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BEstories.net Anonymous 04/24/2018 (Tue) 16:33:59 No. 2529 [Reply]
Anyone has any paid stories from BEstories.net ? Their free stories are so nice

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Anonymous 04/19/2018 (Thu) 22:45:20 No. 2509 [Reply]
Could anyone reccomend both a very good story about a fat girl being humiliated by going to the doctor and or a story involving a fat girl being teased by her skinny friend? Mostly interessted in young women, 300-400lbs.

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Ambidextrous Kynes 04/06/2018 (Fri) 01:38:15 No. 2481 [Reply]
Hey! I'm writing a new Fantasy Weight gain Series over on Deviant art that I'm looking for some feedback on.

I'm four parts in and I'm thinking it's going to shape up to be at least a ten part series.

It features Magical Weight gain, Humiliation, clothes ripping, and an attempt at an engaging, overarching plot.

Here's a link to the first chapter:
http://fav.me/dc6u8e4

but the weight gain doens't actually start until chapter two:
http://fav.me/dc75aln
I just finished reading chapter four (skipped ahead because I wanted to see if something this long was going to be worth it), and I loved it!

I think what I'm most interested in was the mention of how her new size is just inherently more lewd, and I do hope there's reactions and comments from other people who see her about that. I also appreciated the shaving part and its consequences.

Looking forward to more.
>>2488

Wow! Thanks for the high praise. I know the story's a little girthy and it's liable to become more so. Knowing that you were cautious due to its size but still felt it was worth reading makes me feel a lot more confident about my writing quality.
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I'm not sure how you all might feel about a long-form story, but I just finished chapter 6 and I've still got quite a bit more planned.

Here's a breakdown of the story so far.

Chapter 1: The Tournament:
http://fav.me/dc6u8e4

Chapter 2: Truth and Consequences:
http://fav.me/dc75aln

Chapter 3: Coming to Grips
http://fav.me/dc7j8bf

Chapter 4: Mourning Routine
http://fav.me/dc803u2

Chapter 5: Passive Resistance
http://fav.me/dc8hw4l

Chapter 6: Rival Arrival
http://fav.me/dc8sovo

Requests Fakedude10 03/10/2018 (Sat) 04:36:41 No. 2378 [Reply]
Hey guys, just wanted to do something to give something back to the community. So I thought I'd take some short requests. If you have a character and a scenario post it below!
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>>2378
Um, dude, are you still alive? I'm demanding you to post something already (please, take as much time as you need), I'm just curious if you're still doing this, and if so, which story you're doing next.
>>2469
*I'm NOT demanding you to post something, sorry about that, I didn't mean to come off as an ass. Take your time, I was just curious about an update.
>>2471
All good my dude. I'm still around, just taking a little bit of down time. I'm still doing stuff here, I just like taking my time.
Screw it, one more story

A scientist has found the secret for age. Her body starting to get fat due to a previous experiment where she tried to create a super food paste. The goop was delicious, to an almost orgasmic degree, but highly fattening. She decides to use her de-aging formula to go back to when she was a teen/pre-teen and gorge herself, having been a feedee in her youth. Planning a whole night around it, she plans to de-age herself, be force fed by a machine, maybe bed herself, and then re-age back to normal back in her regular body.

The plan starts good, as she reverts back in age, puts the tube in her mouth, and starts to enjoy herself. This form is slightly chubby, a bit chubbier than she remembers, but the woman, now girl, figures that she must have misremembered being a little chubby when she was young.

Coming loudly, she passes out and wakes up an hour later, stuffed too the gills. ordering the machine to stop, she collects herself, struggles to get to her feet, and goes to get her re-ageing solution. Taking it, things take a twist.

You see, since she ate so much, when her body re-aged, it aged with the expectation that she spent all those years eating. Thus as she ages back, she finds herself growing borderline immobile, much to her horror. Realizing her mistake, she struggles hard to get to her feet, a difficult task while borderline immobile, but also horny.

Eventually reaching the de-aging solution, she woman drinks it and starts to revert. As she gets younger, another problem becomes apparent. Her body, despite shrinking and growing younger, maintains its weight. So she went from a barely mobile woman, to an immobile teen.

Now too fat to even move, she pales even further, a sense of dread, as she feels her rolls of fat collide with the feeding machine. Turning on, it begins to stuff the helpless girl, her face too fat to order the machine to stop as it feeds and pleasures her.
You guys are free to change anything and expand it. It just has a cool concept I thought of.

Stephanie eagerly waited while sitting on her bed. She was hungry, very hungry, hungrier by the minute. Her reflection nearly filled up her entire mirror as she wondered how she got this fat and big. Outside she could hear Alice, her sister, working out and exercising, each moan made Steph hungrier but she just stood there waiting for the call.
“Dammit! What’s taking him so long!” Steph said as her belly growled. Her bed also made noises as she wobbled up and down nervously. Suddenly, the phone rang
-“Finally Josh, you were supposed to be here two hours ago!”
“I know babe, I’m sorry… but just wait until you see all the food I’m bringing you, you won’t resist.”
-“Well hurry up already, hearing Alice exercise has me turned on already, you don’t want to see this fatty mad now won’t you.”
“Of course not sugar, just make sure Alice keeps exercising, I need you as hungry as possible.”
Having done all her sit-ups, Alice was now done to her last mile on the treadmill. She too was hungry, but she knew her fat twin would eat all of her food, so instead she just planned to drink a protein shake and later eat a more moderate amount of food, she didn’t want her sister losing weight either.
Two BKs whoppers, 20 tenders, three caramel milkshakes and a dozen of crème filled doughnuts later, Steph’s hunger had been calmed down. Alice only had half of her protein shake and gave the rest to Steph, not without adding three sneakers to make it more effective.
“There are three more combos in the car if you’re still hungry”
-“Yeah, let’s push the diet further, I can still fit two more of them, my thigs still look small.”
“You want me to pick you up after I leave the hospital baby? We can go see the new Star Wars.”
Stephanie nodded while still massaging her belly and gulping down a burger. “I hear they have a Star Wars themed XL combo, that would surely lighten up my day, you have no idea how much I have to study.”
Stephanie’s belly was bursting out of her red gown when she entered the apartment again, being small, she looked heavier than she should’ve, but Alice knew that Steph wasn’t joking around with getting fat. “I’m gonna go nap in my room, please don’t exercise, my hunger has finally come down.”
“Sure Steph” said Alice while opening her notebook. Her clothes were running big, so she knew she needed to go shopping again, she was also pretty sure that Stephanie was having the opposite problem, but they could no longer trade wardrobe, they were hundreds of pounds apart now.
After the movie, Josh had planned a funnel session for her girlfriend, meanwhile Alice was at her Yoga classes with her friends. As Steph felt the pounds coming in,she felt ever more empowered. Alice on the other hand felt lighter and lighter, able to run the world if she needed to.

9 MONTHS EARLIER

They simply couldn’t believe it was that simple, both girls could now become their sexiest selves. Only a week into their workout and it was evident, Alice was shredding pounds fast, and Stephanie was making sure none of them would go to waste. Alice had always exercised and tried to be healthy no matter her weight, while Stephanie, although very self-conscious, didn’t care much about exercising. Since they were little they were both the heaviest girls on the classroom, both surpassing 200 pounds by 9th grade. Because of her muscle, Alice was about 15 pounds heavier than Stephanie, her body looked more solid, had more ass and her belly didn’t hang as low. Because of this, during high school she became popular, while Stephanie remained the fat sister. Even thought they were obese, their diet was a healthy one, both girls avoided carbs and fatty foods as much as they could.
But nearing her last year in school, Stephanie became jealous of her sister’s popularity. So once they both turned 18, Stephanie joined online dating and started indulging in her favorite foods. She figured that there had to be someone that accepted her with all her pounds, so she dished the salads and started eating how she had always wanted. Soon, Stephanie started loving her body and enlarged her food portions, and men were interested in her, they would meet up and some of them would even offer to send her money so that she was always well fed.

A few weeks after their birthday, Stephanie sprung her ankle. In the few weeks that she had been indulging some pounds had already fluctuated between them, but it wasn’t very noticeable. What was noticeable was the Stephanie’s belly under her shirt at the doctor’s office, where a nurse named Josh, got her vitals and her weight. But her weight didn’t stop her confidence, she found him cute, so before the doctor came in, she asked him out. Because she was instructed to stay in bed and try to walk as little as possible, it was during this week that both girls found out how to transform their bodies. In the last two years they had both plateaued at around 300lbs, for as much as Alice exercised and Alice didn’t, they both remained near each other’s weight. But after their birthday and Stephanie’s new reckless diet, Alice started noticing changes, her workout clothes were now a bit loose on her. Alice started noticing the opposite effect on her sister, so when Alice weighed herself by the end of the week, she knew something had to be going on. Alice came in rushing to her sister’s room and found her chugging a molten ice cream in her bed. “Aha! I knew you were off your diet, I have the wildest theory!” said Alice all sweaty after having exercised.
“You see, this morning I weighed myself and I was 306, last week I was 321 and I couldn’t have lost two pounds per day, and because you were injured and could be gaining weight faster than usual, an idea came to me… what if every pound you gain, I lose and every pound I lose, you gain”.
Stephanie thought for some seconds about her sister’s idea. She had recently began indulging herself and had found love for her body. Her sister had always wanted to lose weight, in a way, this could be a win-win. “But how is it that only now do our bodies seem inversely proportional?”
Her sister was looking for an explanation. “Maybe because we were both trying to lose weight we cancelled our efforts out, but if one loses and the other gains we amplify the effect on each other”
“Yeah but mathematically that doesn’t make much sense…” replied Stephanie while rubbing her belly.
“Who cares! Do you want to try this out, will you get fat for a good cause?”
“You’re in luck, but it’s not because of you, I genuinely have been wanting to get bigger since our birthday, so yeah, I’ll try it out”
“oook” Alice felt a bit repulsed at her sister, but for her plan to work her sister needed to gain, so she went with it. “Let’s diverge then, how much are you weighing?”
After carefully getting up and weighing herself, Stephanie replied “I’m at 309, last week at the doctor’s office I was 294, your logic seems to be holding up… wait holy shit, I had never crossed 300, I’m officially the fat one now.”
“Well keep eating then, and I’ll keep exercising!” Alice closed the door behind her.
When Stephanie was finally able to walk without hurting her ankle, she decided to call Josh and set their date up. They met up exactly two weeks after the appointment, and already Stephanie was nearly 30 pounds heavier.
“You look beautiful Steph” said Josh, who was actually a bit shocked to see her significantly heavier.
“Thanks hun, let me just get this out of the way, I have a big appetite, so don’t be surprised” Stephanie glanced over the menu while licking her red meaty lips.
“Not a problem, enjoy yourself” replied Josh.
By the time the waiter came by, they had gotten to know each other a bit. “Give me two of the Penne Alfredo Shrimp Pasta with all the extra meats. And what do you want Josh?”
Josh was very surprised to see his date not order one, but two dishes.
Before Josh dropped her off, she asked him a very important question “Josh, I had a wonderful time, but I need you to be honest with me… I know I’m overweight, but I want you to understand that I don’t want to lose a single pound, in fact, I plan on gaining weight. So unless you’re ready to see me bigger, I’m afraid we can’t go out for a second date”.


As her sister exercised outside, Stephanie was naked, covered in chocolate and being pleasured and licked all over. The gain made her sister ‘sexier’ and Stephanie would make sure that for every two pounds her sister would loose she would add three to get five numbers higher on the scale. Alice’s struggle was her pleasure, every moan of pain was a gain for my body, I couldn’t had enough. While my boyfriend fucked me hard, I kept imagining what the next 15, 40 or even 100 pounds would make my body look. Say what you will about fitness, but it’s only in my fatness were hotness is found, Stephanie finally felt like the hot sister.

“What do you mean I fucking need to lose weight?” Stephanie eagerly served herself a full plate of chicken wings with rice at her mother’s house. Meanwhile Alice set up a yoga pat on the backyard. She looked around her mother’s fridge and found a bag of chicken nuggets which she put in the microwave while eating the big plate of food. Her mother carefully approached her and looked in disgust while her daughter barely breathed in between bites. It had been 3 months since their last visit, but the girls already had about 70 pounds between them and Stephanie wasn’t afraid to show them off. That day she had come with a red tank top that was a little too small, her big breasts were overflowing the poor thing, while at the bottom a bit of her belly was visible, every move she made giggled her body. Her father looked from a distance while watching TV, but he didn’t said anything. Her mother, finally coming to her senses, calmly told her
“Well look at your sister, she has been working hard on her body and she seems to be prettier than ever”.
-“Well mom, that doesn’t mean I haven’t worked hard on my body, I’m actually proud of me, you can’t tell me I’m ugly. I mean, I like food, and won’t be going on a diet just to lose some pounds”.
“So what are you telling me now, that you like being fucking fat! What the hell is that, who does that to themselves?”
Mom, I’m not gaining on purpose, but I acknowledge that I may gain some weight and I’m ok with that, I’ve learned to love my body… By the way, pass me those chicken nuggets with a coke, won’t you”
Her mother went back again into the kitchen and tried to make peace with what her daughter had just told her, she took the plate full of nuggets out of the microwave and served some coke for her happily obese daughter.
Later in the evening Alice told her to not worry for Stephanie, that she was just going through a phase and that they both had been closer than ever in the past months. But really, they were just getting started, the sisters started the Christmas break at 231 and 369 respectively and by January 3rd they had drifted apart 20 more glorious pounds 212, 388

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