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Actual Health Issues nowaya 12/28/2016 (Wed) 23:59:27 No. 181
The fact that we had a "Reverse Health Issues" thread made me realize that we didn't actually have one for the non-reverse, so here's one. Post the most disgusting literature you can find.

To start, here's Mollycoddle's Vivian James WG story, ripped off of Kindle by some other anon from the old board. http://pastebin.com/t5qNy2jc

There is a pretty good story line found in the writing.com story '500lbs and loving it', the story officially begins slightly earlier however the mention of health issues comes in around here.

http://www.writing.com/main/interact/item_id/1683373-500lbs-and-loving-it/map/12522211221

Note: this is pretty extreme by many standards and some parts of the story line have yet to be completed however it is quite a good example of health issues presented in weight gain fiction.
In the health issue department, their are a few stories found on Fantasy Feeder, with likely the most extreme (and well written, in regards to the topic of health) being 'Emma'.

http://fantasyfeeder.com/stories/view?id=11781

While not the most obscure story, it is still well written enough to be a cornerstone of the genre
Many are awere of the writing.com story 'Your Fat Family", on of the story branches does feture some health issues.

http://www.writing.com/main/interact/item_id/1167851-Your-Fat-Family/map/123211111221221122121221111121121211211211222121111211111121112212211122221212

Now i should note, the health and slob issues actually start slightly earlier, (i would say 'hot mess but that is further back' but their is some interesting health aspects in the chapter.
Kinda specific request, but I was wondering if anyone had recommendations for WG stories with health issues that don't overlap with slob stuff? Cause I'm into clean fatties and I'm more interested in cardiopulmonary issues than digestive/skin stuff. Are there any stories that include the former but without the latter?
>>350
I don't think that is too specific.

on that topic, The Wiched Stpefather is pretty extreme story whith only minor slob elements,

http://maverickthewriter.deviantart.com/art/The-Wicked-Stepfather-Revisited-Part-1-314047638

http://maverickthewriter.deviantart.com/art/The-Wicked-Stepfather-Revisited-Part-2-314050183

Welfare princess has always been more oriented on slob elements, however chapter 3 and 4 do feature some health issues, and according to snotbowst1991 the following issues will heavily feature health aspects and the downsides

http://snotbowst1991.deviantart.com/art/Welfare-Princess-Part-4-599440312
>>350

By "clean fatties" do you mean stories free of digestive issues or stories wherein the protagonist is washed regularly?
>>355
Both.
Does anyone know if that CaribouCrossing person has done any new stuff?
Man, this topic never goes anywhere.
>>540

Too many consumers, not enough producers. Such is life among the health issues community.
>>181
>>544
>>540
Well, I don''t have any content to provided, maybe we could get a discussion going and get someone inspired lol.

What kind of things would you want to see in health issues stuff?
I personally only dabble with it: lack of fitness, out of breath, sweat, etc. but I've noticed that the idea of someone getting diabetes but still going shamefully turns me on. lol
>>550
I go for the pretty extreme angle. Breathing problems, heart disease, diabetes. I'm definitely not in to any kind of slob stuff, which for some reason is almost always included with health issue stories.
>>554

Well, they go rather hand in hand; if someone has trouble with simple breathing it's likely that they're going to be to large to toilet themselves.

As you might imagine, I go for the full package…
The Realities of Gaining -for those who haven't read it- is an excellent series which covers the initial joy of gaining and slows down to cover the horrific health issues.

Officially, health issues start at 7 or 8, but i will link to 9, 10 and 11 for extreme health issues, even if the whole series is a good read

(Part 9) http://lithiumdreamer.deviantart.com/art/The-Realities-Of-Gaining-9-293050786

(Part 10) http://lithiumdreamer.deviantart.com/art/The-Realities-Of-Gaining-10-293051037

(Part 11) http://lithiumdreamer.deviantart.com/art/The-Realities-Of-Gaining-11-293051142

P.S. Would anybody be up to write this story detailed here >>510 to be honest it's one of the best ideas i have seen in a while.
>>555

Only sorta. I'm in the same boat as >>554 in that I love the idea of the weight (and related health stuff) being way out of control, but somehow everything else is still being held together. It adds this awesome contrast and emphasizes the food addiction all the more ("if *only* she could get her weight under control…")
>>569

What do you mean by "held together"? When you guys say "slob stuff" I don't mean that she isn't taken care of, I just mean that the girl in question is fat enough to need other people to do those basic functions (i.e. cleaning up after using the restroom) for her.
>>570

Okay. I can meet you in that one just fine. I generally hear "slob stuff" as uncontainably lazy, with acne, odor, etc. etc. The idea that an otherwise well-maintained lady has to make functional compromises simply because of not be able to reach around her fat (to her chigrin) still works just fine for me though
>>569
Unrelated, but where did you find that pic of Cobie?
Cariboucrossing from FA here if anyone recognizes the name. Yeh, the person who hasn't finished anything in going on two years.

Anyone got some story ideas with this theme that they wanna see?
>>601
Welcome back cariboucrossing, while we are happy to see your return, considering the immense lack of content in recent times, I think we would be cool with just any content. Although I think some heart stuff and more dark stuff would be good, to possibly deepen the pool of what is acceptable.
I thought this would fit best here. It's alittle repetitive but it features some health and mobility issues. It gets dark af too so be warned I guess.

http://gghost646.deviantart.com/gallery/61491199/Becky
>>601
Can never go wrong with a catgirl being pampered into morbid obesity by her lover.

Maybe something like the vain cheerleader type going out with their dream date(either popular guy, or, and if I might state preferably, gal), and they're turned from a fit and toned athletic gymnast into a flabby and weak couch potato from being spoiled rotten by their new lover.

And then, have them try to fit back into their old uniform at the behest of their lover, who takes joy in turning her from a scrawny thing into a bloated blob of a beauty who can't even stand up under their own power.
We need mooooooore
>>212
Yo, this story got taken down. Does anyone have it saved or backed up anywhere?
>>815
Fantasy Feeder has been getting rid of a lot of "morally depraved" stories lately. Anyway here you go!

EMMA

Emma idly tore another chunk off the fourth muffin in the box and popped it into her mouth, she chewed, swallowed and let out a soft feminine belch. She was lying on the sofa in her mother's house wearing no more than a black cotton thong and a top that barely covered her large breasts. Always a chubby girl who kind people referred to as curvy and less kind people referred to as fat, Emma had been forced to move in with her mother 3 years ago after she lost her job. 3 years of doing little more than pretending to try and find work, lying on the sofa and eating had made the 33 year olds body so large that even the kindest of people could no longer legitimately call her curvy, or even chubby. She had been around 180lbs when she moved in with her mother, a chubby girl with large breasts, an even larger backside and a fair bit of a belly, her face had been chubby enough to be cute but not so fleshy as to be unattractive, with a pixie bobbed shock of bubble gum pink hair.

He mother returned home from work, dog tired and ready to rest. She entered the living room and felt a familiar feeling of disgust and worry as she saw her daughter's slug like body spread out over the sofa. The last three years had not treated Emma well, her once pretty face was now fleshy and puffy, she had chubby cheeks and a large double chin, her hair that had always been well looked after was now shoulder length, the remains of a faded washed out dye job at the ends, the rest a mousey brown color. If her hair and face had undergone a change it was nothing compared to her body. Emma's breasts, always on the larger side were swollen and heavy, she rarely wore a bra these days and as a result they had become very saggy. Her exposed thighs were thick, dimpled deeply with cellulite and ended in a truly enormous butt and her arms where thick and fleshy with not an ounce of muscle tone. But the biggest change of all was Emma's belly, were before there had been a protruding pot belly there were now thick pale rolls of flab. Lurid purple stretchmarks covered Emma's blubbery belly and her jeweled navel ring was lost in the folds. Her mother sighed there was no denying it any more, her once chubby yet attractive daughter had become severely obese.

Emma's mother frowned and a new emotion took over her mind. anger. She worked hard, very hard, and since Emma had moved in with her she had done nothing. She hadn't worked in three years, contributed no money to the upkeep of the house and had become lazier and lazier. When Emma had first moved in she had at least helped around the house, but now even that was gone, all her daughter did was laze around the house watching TV and growing fatter and fatter.

"Emma!" her mother exclaimed angrily. Emma looked at her as if just realizing she was in the room and answered languidly.
"Oh Hi mum, you aright?"
"I thought you were going to tidy up a bit today?" said her mother motioning to the untidy room.
"I was going to" Sighed her obese daughter. "But I was just so tired today, I didn't have the energy"
Emma's mother's anger snapped, the pair of them had ignored Emma's weight as it had skyrocketed, an unspoken rule that neither of them ever mentioned it, but now the time had come.
"Tired from what exactly?" she spat furiously. "You don't do anything Emma! You barely even dress anymore! You just lie around on that sofa all day eating and watching tally! It's not like getting a bit of exercise cleaning the house would do you any harm!"
Still not moving from the sofa Emma's face flashed angrily.
"What exactly are you trying to say mother?" she said coldly.
"Oh Emma, just look at yourself. You're enormous, you've turned into a complete slob since you've been living here. You don't look after yourself, you eat like a pig, you don't do anything, and let’s face it you're fat."
Emma was angry now, livid, she knew she had put on some weight but how dare her mother stand there and talk to her own daughter like that.
"Fuck you mum! So I've put on a little weight, so I'm a little chubby! Big Fucking deal."
Emma's mum snorted with laughter.
"Chubby? You call this chubby?" She sank a slender finger into the fat rolls of her daughter's belly. "Do you even know how much you weigh?"
Emma's face flushed crimson now, in truth she hadn't weighed herself in over 3 years, and she knew she had put on some weight, she mumbled something indecipherable.
"Pardon?"
"I said I haven't weighed myself in a while, last I checked I was about 185, but it was a while ago, I think I've put on a little"
Her mother snorted again.
"Yeah, just a bit! Come on, you're coming upstairs and we're going to find out exactly what you weigh fatso!"
Emma groaned, the last thing she wanted to do was know how much she weighed, especially with her mum looking on, but she knew her mother well enough that she wasn't going to let this go. Awkwardly and with a grunt of effort Emma hauled herself into a sitting position on the sofa. The effort was enough to leave her slightly breathless and sitting rather than lying she looked fatter than ever. Her vast backside, always her biggest feature spread around her she was sitting on an enormous bean bag and she had to spread her meaty thighs to allow her belly to hang between them. Another grunt of effort and she was on her feet. Her mother grimaced as she looked at her only daughter, fat hung in thick rolls over her body, her belly hung low over the fleshy mound of her privates and rested on her thighs, which rubbed to the knees. Her backside jutted out behind her like a counterweight to her giant belly which rose and fell with her labored breaths.
"Right, upstairs!" she spoke firmly leaving no room for debate.
Following her obese daughter up the stairs, Emma's mother reflected, not for the first time, that she wished Emma would wear slightly more clothing. Following behind she had a close view of Emma's thong clad backside, cratered with cellulite, a swaying, jiggling and wobbling mass of blubber as she waddled slowly up the stairs. She couldn't see her face but eve from behind she could hear how out of breath just walking up the stairs was making Emma, she frowned, the girl was in her early 30's, she should be in the shape of her life!
Finally, they arrived at the bathroom, Emma's chest and belly having with her heavy breaths, her mother placed the scale in front of her and signaled for her to get on. Taking a deep breath Emma did as she was bid and stepped on to the scales, looking down she realized to her shock and embarrassment that it was impossible for her to see the numbers past her breasts and belly.
"Well?" Her mother demanded.
Emma's face flushed again.
"I…I can't see."
Emma's mother shook her head slowly as she grasped the problem immediately.
"Pathetic" she muttered "Well let me see" Seeing the numbers on the scale she couldn't help but gasp. "Emma…. How much did you say you were last time you weighed yourself?"
Emma stepped off the scale, still winded from the walk upstairs.
"About 185 *puff* maybe 190?"
"My god" said her mother quietly, shocked to the core. "Emma… you weigh 345lbs… you've put on 160lbs!!"
Emma was stunned, silent, her eyes welled up and fat tears started to roll down her fat cheeks. Speechless her mum shook her head and walked out of the bathroom.
Alone and in tears Emma looked over at the full length mirror the other end of the bathroom. Was this true? Could this be true?! Had she really nearly doubled in size?! Taking a deep breath she pulled her shirt off over her head and waddled to the mirror to examine the damage.
It seemed to take and age to get to the mirror and when she looked Emma did not recognize the woman staring back at her. Emma had always been a girly girl, perfectly made up, hair perfectly coiffured, it was part of what had made her attractive even when she was on the heavy side. But the woman in the mirror had none of that. Her lank greasy hair, in desperate need of a cut and color, hung limply along the sides of her fleshy pallid face, her double chin so large it seemed to remover her neck. But her face was the least of the damage, as Emma looked down at her body the tears fell harder. Her breasts, once her proudest asset, were oversized and grotesque, unsupported by a bra they hung heavy either side of her belly, her large pink nipples pointing at the floor. And what a belly they were framing, huge and pale it hung in two distinct rolls, hiding her navel in the middle. It was littered with stretchmarks, red and purple against her milky white skin. Her lower roll engulfed her underwear, if it hadn't been so uncomfortably tight she would have had to double check she was wearing any. From under her belly came her thighs, thick flabby pillars of cellulite, thicker than most girl's waists. She turned slightly to get a view of her backside and gasped. If the rest of her body was huge her flabby, pale cellulite cratered backside was enormous. Two shapeless globes of blubber swallowed up her thong as they spread wide and sagged down her thick thighs.
>>898
Emma's tears fell heavier, she waddled as quickly as she could to her bedroom and threw herself on the bed weeping. Her mum was right, she had turned into an obese slob. Her body wobbling with her sobs, Emma cried herself to sleep.
To be continued?
Emma awoke the next morning with her usual early morning grogginess, she was allowed 20 seconds of half-asleep comfort before she remembered the events of yesterday. She still couldn't believe it, 345lbs! How could she have allowed herself to get so fat?! How could this happen?! Her mind cast guiltily back over the months lying on the sofa gorging herself on junk food, doing nothing but eat all day, ok, it was pretty obvious how it happened, but it was going to change, today! Nor more gluttony, no more junk food, she was going on a diet, starting now. As if in disagreement and protest to her plan her stomach growled with hunger, she ignored it, and with a great effort and a grunt she swung her fat legs over the side of the bed and sat up. A quick pause to take a deep breath and she heaved herself to her feet and removed her tight underwear from its hidden alcove between her rolls. She waddled ponderously to the bathroom, pausing only to take another look at her reflection and sigh, god she was so fat! Her stomach growled again, louder this time and Emma looked at her vast belly.

"No!" She spoke harshly to her oversized gut. "You're on a diet fat girl!"

She turned on the shower and stepped in. As she washed, rubbing the soap between her fat rolls and under her heavy breasts and belly, it really brought home just how huge she had become. How had she not noticed before? The answer of course was that she had noticed, but as her body grew, as her belly bulged and her buttocks broadened it was easier to ignore it than admit it and have to solve the problem. But where had that left her? A 345lb whale. She started to cry again, her tears mingling with the shower water, she stood in the shower till the hot water ran out and then stepped out to begin the laborious task of drying between her many folds and rolls.

In her bedroom she struggled into her largest pair of sweatpants, they were too tight, fat oozed over the waistband and her vast buttocks strained at the seat, they'd have to do though, she didn't own anything larger, she WOULDN'T own anything larger, she had to lose weight. A similarly tight top didn't quite cover the pale flesh of her belly but again, it would have to do. Another gurgle from her stomach indicated it was time for breakfast, but something healthy.

She wobbled downstairs arriving in the kitchen quite breathless and starving hungry. She poured herself a small bowl of cereal and began to eat. It was gone in seconds but Emma's hunger was not, looking across the kitchen she saw a packet or croissants on the counter. Well maybe just one, that wouldn't be so bad, and it was still a lot less than she normally had for breakfast. Compelled by her insatiable stomach she crossed the kitchen and picked up a croissant.

As soon as the sweet buttery pastry had crossed Emma's plump lips she had lost control. The croissant was hoovered up in seconds, and another two had followed. Before she had even known what she was doing she was cooking bacon and eggs, hash browns, toast. And now as she lay on the sofa cradling her stuffed belly she felt the guilt. At some point she must have pulled the waistband of her tight sweats down under her belly and it rose under her chubby hands like a great white pillow rising and falling in time with her heavy breaths. Once again Emma was stuffed so full that even breathing was difficult due to the fullness of her stomach. She belched loudly and felt the fat girl's remorse, she barely even remembered cooking or eating the food. Was she really so out of control? Such a glutton? Such a… fatty? There was no other word for it she thought as she mournfully looked at her pudgy hands resting on her titanic gut, she was a fatty. Depressed and resigned to her fate she reached for the remote, it was just out of reach, stretching as far as she could and shifting her bulk awkwardly she managed to grasp it and collapsed back into her recumbent position puffing. She turned on the TV and within seconds was back into her lazy fat girl lifestyle. Her morning's television watching was interrupted only by her frequent trips to the kitchen for more food, at first she felt guilty, but as she ate more and more she became accepting of the fact that she couldn't stop. She was already so big, she was never going to get her figure back, and so what was the point in trying? The food tasted so good and a few extra calories were hardly going to make a difference when she was already so large.

Her acceptance of her fat girl status led to Emma eating more than ever that day, and the next, and the next. Thousands of calories of junk food passed her plump lips every day, each passing day more food being required to sate her hunger. This went on for months, every day she ate more and did less, some days not even bothering to shower and most days were spent in her underwear and a tight top binging for hours on end.

Needless to say the complete lack of activity and pure unbridled gluttony led to Emma's body growing faster than ever. The weight piled on, her belly hanging lower, her backside spreading wider. Rolls of fat formed on her heavy upper arms and on her inner thighs, her elbows and knees became mere dimples in the pillars of fat and her ankles disappeared under the flesh of her calves.

Emma's mother didn't mention her weight after the weigh in day, although Emma knew she was thinking about it, an odd stare here, a mild comment there, but Emma chose to ignore it. She knew she was growing fatter, the day to day difficulty of moving her massive body was undeniable, the simplest act had her out of breath and even rising from the sofa was becoming a challenge.

A year passed, it was a blur for Emma, Groundhog Day, and each day she rose from her bed and began eating almost immediately, food was her friend, her only companion, her only comfort. She gorged herself all day every day and she became immense.
One evening Emma and her mother sat watching television. Emma's mother wasn't paying attention to what was on the TV though, she was looking at her daughter, or rather looking at the blimp her daughter had become. Emma was lying on the sofa wearing a black vest top that barely covered her pendulous breasts, her mother could only assume she was wearing underwear too, but the size of Emma's body made it impossible to tell. Was that really her daughter? Her little girl? Emma was lying down, her face was fat and fleshy, her double chin combined with her heavy chest made it look like she had no neck. Her belly flowed out beneath her breasts, pale, grotesque and covered with stretchmarks, it was vast, a huge expanse of blubber pinning the fat girl to the bed. Her buttocks spread beneath her over filling the sofa and beneath her belly her fat legs stuck out like great fleshy pillars. Chubby hands idly popped nachos into her mouth between her labored breaths, that worried her mother the most, how could she be so out of breath lying still?

Sighing she stood up crossed the room and turned off the television.

"Hey! I was watching that!" Emma's words were muffled by a mouthful of nachos.

"No Emma, we need to talk"

"*munch* 'bout what?"

Emma swallowed and couldn't help but let out a small belch. Her mother crossed the room and laid a hand on Emma's huge belly.

"About this honey, I'm worried about you, you're so big, and it's getting beyond a joke"

Emma felt the heat radiating from her face, she knew she'd ballooned, how could she not? But she had been trying desperately to ignore it.

"Emma, when did you last weigh yourself?"

Emma shook her head her jowls and chins wobbling.

"Not since last year when you made me before" In truth Emma had been hiding from the scales, scared of what they would tell her, the scales, and their partner in crime the mirror, were as much an enemy to Emma as food was a friend.
>>899
"Well I think it's time Emma"

Emma nodded dumbly, knowing that the only way to stop her mother's well-meaning interruption to her eating was to do as she said. She held out her hands, pudgy, sweaty and covered in nacho crumbs, and her mother helped her heave herself to her feet. Instantly out of breath Emma stood for a second to catch her breath before setting off towards the stairs. It was all her mother could do not to gasp, most nights she arrived home with Emma already on the sofa and went to bed before she got up, it had been a long time since she had seen her daughter standing or walking. The girl was enormous! From the front her belly hung like a sack of fat out in front of her, flowing halfway down her thick meaty thighs. When she turned to move towards the stairs she revealed her backside, vast and cratered, shaking wildly with each lumbering step. And they were lumbering, she couldn't believe how slow and awkward it was for her daughter to move, and as she reached the stairs, hanging desperately on to the bannister she realized why Emma so often slept on the couch these days. Each step made the stairs creak as Emma hauled herself up the stairs puffing like she was in labor.

If her mother wasn't enjoying the trip Emma was hating it. Each step caused her thighs to burn and her knees to ache but she pressed on, breathing deeply to try and fill her lungs with air. Not much further and she'd be at the top and it would be over.

They arrived at the top of the stairs, Emma's face crimson, sweat beading in her hairline and gasping for air. She leant on the rail and caught her breath for a moment before moving to the bathroom. Her mother had arrived first and pushed the scale in front of the fat girl's pudgy toes. She looked at her mother, her eyes pleading with her not to make her do it.

"Come on honey, you need to know" Said her mother, in contrast to her anger a year ago her mother spoke kindly, speaking from worry about her daughter rather than anger about her laziness. Taking a deep breath Emma stepped on to the scale.

It seemed like an age before the numbers came up as Emma stood huffing on the scale. Her mother bent down to look and Emma heard her gasp, a look of horror on her face as she straightened up.

"What does it *puff* say?"

"Emma…" Stammered her mother. "You weigh 512lbs, you've gained 167lbs!!"
The next few weeks went by in a blur for Emma a haze of eating and sleeping. Now she sat waiting, the room was quite cool, air conditioned, but still Emma was uncomfortably warm, her rolls of excess fat insulated her too well and she was sweating. She was also sweating from all the eyes she could feel burning into her. Since gaining the weight Emma had practically become a recluse, venturing out of her house as little as possible. But now, at her mother’s insistence and after 3 weeks of nagging here she was, sat with her expansive rump forced into a far too small chair waiting to see her doctor.

It had been her mum’s idea; she had determined that gaining such a massive amount of weight would probably have influenced Emma's health. So here she sat, and sweated, her belly growled with hunger, she'd been out of the house over an hour and her stomach was used to regular stoking. It had taken some time for Emma to be able to come here, not least because she had no clothes that fit, and a woman of her girth couldn't just buy clothes from a shop, but finally a sweat suit with more x's in the size than Emma cared to acknowledge had arrived in the post and she could leave the house.

After what seemed like an age the doctor called her name. With a grunt of effort Emma heaved herself to her feet, her swollen, obese body drawing several stares. She lumbered slowly and breathlessly towards the door and down the corridor. She stopped outside the door and took a deep breath before entering.

It was a testament to the doctor’s professionalism that she didn't audibly gasp when she saw Emma. Her eyes merely widened slightly as she took in the site of the vast young woman, red faced and breathless waddling into her office. Emma's heart sank and her face grew even redder as she saw that the doctor was an attractive, pencil thin woman of about her own age. She nervously looked at the small chair with its narrow arms opposite the doctor’s desk. Seeing her predicament, there was no way Emma's gargantuan backside was going to fit in to the small chair, the doctor motioned to the examination couch in the corner of the room.

"Why don't you just sit on the couch." She glanced at her computer screen. "..Emma"

Emma did as she was bid, and with the aid of a small metal step stool managed to heave herself to perch on the side of the couch which creaked under the strain of her bulk. As the doctor turned her chair to face Emma the obese young woman felt a pang of embarrassment and jealousy. The doctor was of an age with Emma, but in perfect shape, her slim toned body elegantly displayed in a tight yet professional outfit, her light make up immaculately applied to her angular face and her hair fashionably cut and glossy hanging to her shoulders. It was a stark contrast to Emma, her own face was puffy and bloated, she hadn't worn makeup in months and her skin was greasy with a few breakouts of spots. Her hair hung lank and greasy, moist with sweat a mess of split ends and overgrown roots. Her outfit was tight too, but rather than being alluring and tasteful it merely showcased her thick rolls of flesh.

"So how can I help you today Emma?" Asked the doctor, not unkindly.

Emma flushed deeper as she answered breathlessly.

"Well my mother wanted me to come *puff* I've err… Gained some weight recently and *puff* she thought I should come for a checkup"

The doctor gave Emma an appraising look then glanced back at her screen.

"Ok Emma our records have your weight on file at…" Her eyes widened again as she looked at the number on the screen. "… 182lbs…. Oh my, well yes Emma I think it's obvious that you have put on a considerable amount of weight." She stood up as she spoke and indicated a scale across the room. "Shall we weigh you first and see how much?"

Emma sighed inwardly she had always known the doctor would want to weigh her, but in her mind the doctor hadn't been quite such an attractive woman who couldn't have weighed more than 120lbs herself. She nodded slowly and with a deep breath and a grunt of effort hefted herself to her feet and wobbled over to the scales. The bulk of Emma's body made it hard for her to see her feet and after she had ridiculously slipped off her shoes she had to feel for the scale with her chubby toes, eventually finding it she stepped on.

"Ok Emma" said the doctor in a strained voice. "You can sit back down." She continued as Emma sat. "I'd like to do a few tests" she spoke kindly, not actually telling Emma how much she weighed yet, outwardly calm but inwardly shocked at the size of the behemoth in front of her. She took Emma's blood pressure, and her pulse, she took some blood samples and called for a nurse to take them for analysis. As she waited for the results she examined Emma's vast body then sat in her chair looking pensively at her.

The doctor opened her mouth to speak, but before she could get a word out the nurse returned with the results of Emma's blood tests. The doctor read the printout then looked back to Emma.

"Emma this is very concerning" she began "do you know how much you weigh by any chance?"
>>900

Emma shock her head. Her last weigh in had been the best part of a month ago and she couldn't bring herself to say the massive number the scales had shown to this pretty young doctor.

The doctor sighed, almost sadly before she spoke again.

"Emma, you weigh 522lbs, with your height that gives you a body mass index of nearly 90, we generally consider anything over 35 to be dangerously obese"

Emma squirmed uncomfortably on the couch hearing her weight shocked her all over again she couldn't believe what she was hearing. The doctor continued.

"Your test results are equally as concerning Emma" she said moving her chair closer to the couch and placing her hand comfortingly on Emma's fat knee. "Your blood pressure is very high, as is your heart rate. Your cholesterol is at a dangerous level and I believe based on these results that you are developing a resistance to insulin which is a well-known precursor to diabetes. In addition to this your liver is very stressed and not working as well as it should be"

Tears started to roll down Emma's fleshy cheeks as the doctor spoke. She knew she had gained a huge amount of weight, she knew that she was incredibly fat and she knew that her fitness had suffered. But hearing the doctor describe her poor health was bringing home just what she'd done to herself.

After a few choice words regarding Emma's lifestyle, and a prescription for no less than 5 different medications to try and combat her failing health Emma left the doctor’s office embarrassed and upset. She caught a taxi home and upon arrival peeled if her tight sweats which had become damp with sweat. Briefly stopping at the kitchen Emma returned to her spot on the couch dejected and resigned. She wriggled to get as comfortable as she could, turned on the TV and turned to the only comfort she knew.

When her mother returned from work that evening she found her morbidly obese daughter asleep on the sofa apparently totally naked. In truth Emma was still wearing her underwear but they were so buried under the thick rolls of her gut that you couldn't tell. Her bare breasts slopped to the sides as she snored, rising and falling with her heavy breathing. The evidence of an epic binge lay around her, the detritus of empty junk food wrappers showed the bloated young woman had truly gorged herself even by her standards. Crumbs surrounded her mouth and had dropped on to her deformed breasts and porcine belly. She barely resembled a human anymore, her body spread in acres of stretch marks and cellulite. Her mother sighed deeply, was this ever going to end?
Things went from bad to worse for Emma. Far from encouraging her to go on a diet and lose weight, her trip to the doctors sent Emma into a deep depression. As always she found her comfort in food and dealt with her problems in her normal way, by ignoring them and eating everything she saw. Emma's days became little more than eating and sleeping, so cut off was she from the rest of the world that day and night ceased to really exist from her. Each time she woke she would gorge herself until she fell into a bloated uncomfortable sleep, sleep for a few hours and then wake up and start eating again.

As the weight piled on Emma's movement became more and more limited, her vast body grew larger and heavier and was becoming difficult to maneuver. Her increasing girth and lack of physical capability led to Emma becoming almost a complete shut in and relying on her mother more and more. Though encouraging her to lose weight Emma's mother had also always kept the house well stocked with junk food. These days she was having to go to the store every day to buy piles of food to keep her morbidly obese daughter satisfied.

One morning Emma awoke, she always woke up before her mother left for work because she needed her to bring her food before she went and, well there were other issues. Emma yawned groggily, by this point she hadn't left the house in six months, she hadn't even been downstairs in three. she lay in bed naked, her body covered with a sheet. Her mother entered, smiling as she greeted her daughter, her manner airy and overly cheerful, Emma was used to seeing her like this, putting it on so Emma didn't see just how disgusted her own mother was by her.

She couldn't hide it totally though and a flicker of pure disgust crossed Emma's mothers face as she removed the sheet and saw for the hundredth time her daughters grotesque body. Emma was huge, below her fleshy greasy face her chins melded into her fat neck making it look like her face was sinking in blubber. Her shapeless breasts had become little more than extra rolls of flesh with a nipple somewhere about. Her belly was enormous and filled her lap, covering her fat useless legs all the way to the knee. Her colossal backside spread around her like an overfilled water mattress all but filling her double bed. Her useless arms were forced outwards by her rolls of blubber and they themselves hung thick with folds of flab. Her lower legs were not only fat but also swollen and fluid filled, dressings in a couple of spots where her thin overstretched skin had broken down. As her mother took in the view of her monstrous daughter lying in her bed, breathing heavily, her ruined body exhausted just with the effort of staying alive, she reflected, not for the first time, that Emma barely even looked human any more.

Gathering her composure and fixing her grin again she spoke in the same high airy voice.

"Right, shall we?"

Emma nodded, this was the worst part of her self-imposed imprisonment. She had now become so fat she couldn't even get out of her bed without help from her mother, this meant she needed help with everything. She had also become too fat to walk more than a few paces even with help, this presented even further problems. As her mother helped her haul her mammoth body to her feet, and as Emma stood, mouth hanging open trying to suck in oxygen, her face beet red, Emma's mother took another sheet from covering Emma's most hated thing.

To Emma, the extra wide, re-enforced commode was the true symbol of her obesity. Too fat even to walk to the bathroom she had to be helped up and shuffle over to this embarrassing contraption to do her business…. Even that was getting harder, some days, when Emma was particularly stuffed she couldn't get up even with help. More than once Emma had had to struggle to roll onto her side, tears streaming down her face as her mother tried to hide her revulsion as she cleared up her mess.

She finished doing her business and her mum helped her back to bed where she sat gasping and exhausted. She'd moved less than 10 feet but at the age of only 35 that was all she was capable of. It took her mother three trips up and down the stairs to bring Emma enough food to last her the hours till she returned, it was no wonder that she herself was looking gaunt and drawn these days. Emma's eyes, narrowed by her fat face, lit up when she saw the food and she started to eat immediately. Emma was only truly happy when she was eating, and that was why despite her growing body and deteriorating health she continued to gorge herself towards complete immobility.
As the months passed Emma's pure unabridged gluttony only grew worse. Her mother struggled to keep her fed, both physically and financially. The sheer cost of keeping Emma fed was nearly as immense as the girl herself and she was struggling to make ends meet, working extra shifts to keep her obese daughter full. The extra shifts meant that Emma was spending more time alone doing the only thing she was really capable of anymore.

As Emma's greed and weight soared to new heights her mobility and her health plummeted. Too fat to leave her bed even with help now Emma spent her days in her dark room, in her filthy bed, her grotesque body lit by the harsh glow of the television as she loaded her mouth with thousands of calories worth of saturated fat. The room was a mess, piles of food wrappers littered the floor around the bed that was entirely filled by the mass of Emma's body. She herself was a mess, her skin grey and greasy, her hair lank and unkempt. Keeping her gargantuan body clean was a major challenge, especially as her exhausted mother was spending less time at work. She struggled to sponge her daughter down, vainly trying to clean the sweat from between her daughters oozing rolls. Emma was struggling too, her breathing was getting worse and she was constantly tired, the slightest exertion leaving her exhausted. Ashamed and embarrassed her mother decided it was time Emma needed some help, so reluctantly she called the doctor, explaining that Emma was unable to attend the clinic and arranging for the doctor to visit the house.
>>901

On the morning of the doctor’s visit Emma was as usual slumped in her bed idly pushing food into her mouth. Even eating had lost its enjoyment these days, Emma no longer ate for pleasure, nor for hunger. She barely even registered the flavor anymore, hardly tasted the food as she mindlessly guzzled it, merely because she didn't know any different, was unable to know any different. Her mother had arranged to be there for the doctor’s visit and stood just out of Emma's vision watching through the doorway as her gluttonous daughter ate herself further into helpless obesity.

There was a knock at the door and Emma's mother sheepishly opened it greeting the same young pretty doctor and leading her up to Emma's room.

As the doctor entered the room the first thing that hit her was the smell. The aroma of fried food, sweaty body odor and stale air filled her nostrils and she couldn't help but gasp as she saw the huge bloated mockery of a human being in the center of the room. Emma was vast, her ocean like belly flowed out I front of her forcing her to lean back against a pile of pillows. It obscured her flabby useless legs which barely stuck out below it, swollen and fleshy, with her fat feet engulfed by the size of her calves. Massive breasts slopped grotesquely either side of the belly and thick flabby arms dripping with fat were forced outwards by the girth of her body. Her body was topped by a grey face framed with greasy hair, her eyes narrowed to slits by her fleshy cheeks and her mouth hanging open as she struggled for air. The doctor had never seen anyone so enormously obese, so helplessly trapped by their own fat.

"Oh my god…" She uttered totally shocked at what had become of the fat girl she had advised to lose weight all those months ago.
"Emma… I… I…"

Emma intervened as it was obvious the doctor had no idea what to say.

"Hi doc" she wheezed, her voice deep and breathless.

"Emma, what happened?" Said the doctor gradually getting over her shock. "Ok, what seems to be the problem? I mean… Obviously, I can see the problem, but why have you called me here today?"

Emma took a deep breath.

"I can't… Breathe… So easily" she puffed barely able to get her words out. The doctor frowned, it was no wonder Emma was having problems breathing, the sheer weight of her engorged body was crushing her lungs. She did a full examination of Emma, doing several tests and taking some blood. She left leaving Emma's mother a shopping list of prescriptions to try and combat the damage Emma had done to her body. Including a prescription for oxygen.

Lying in her bed several hours later the little nipples blowing pure oxygen into Emma's nose was the closest thing to pleasure she had known for months. The fresh cool air made her breathing a lot easier and though still breathless she was at least able to speak in full sentences. She swallowed a handful of pills as her mother handed them to her, sloshing them down with a large swig of Dr. Pepper. Emma's mum cleared up a few wrappers, barely scratching the surface of the filthy room.

"Are you ok baby?" She asked full of concern for her fat daughter.

Emma nodded and laid her fat pudgy hands on the outer rolls of her belly.

"I'm ok mum. I'm hungry…"
Emma lay in her filthy bed, mindlessly piling food into her mouth between her wheezy breaths. Even with her oxygen turned as high as it would go the little nubs blowing fresh air up her nose seemed to be making less difference now. She belched loudly and reached for yet another sugar filled, calorie laden snack. As she ate she looked down at her obese body spread across the bed, it had been a year since she'd been out of it, how much did she even weigh now? 600lbs? 700? She genuinely had no idea, all she knew was she was fat, so hugely fat, the fact that she had overeaten again today really made no difference did it? That was what she told herself, it was what she told herself every day as she loaded thousands and thousands of calories into her massive belly.

she belched again and rubbed her chest absently with a fat greasy hand. smearing some fresh food mess over herself. She didn't feel too well today, but that was nothing new, she hadn't felt "well" in months. Today she couldn't shake the dull ache in her chest though, it felt like somebody was tightening a belt around it. Taking a deep breath and trying to push it to the back of her mind she reached for the family sized bag of salty snacks across the bed. It was just out of her reach though and as she stretched to try and reach it the pain in her chest intensified. Her invisible tormentor had tightened the belt a couple of notches tighter and she flopped back gasping for air. As her chest grew tighter her breathing, already labored became more and more restricted and she felt an odd tingling moving down her arm. Stupid and helpless as she had become Emma knew this wasn't good, and with her mother out she knew it was down to her to get help.

She looked around desperately for her phone and saw it lying on her bedside table. She reached over to grab it but try as she might she couldn't reach it. Her efforts made the pain grow stronger still and her mouth hung open as she gasped trying to suck her air into her lungs. It was no good though, as she struggled to reach her phone no matter how hard she tried she couldn't catch her breath. She was pouring with sweat now, she could feel it beading in her hair and rolling down her face as she tried ever more urgently to reach. The phone was barely 10 feet away but to Emma it may as well have been on the moon.

She collapsed back on to her pile of pillows her chest heaving and the pain becoming unbearable. Spots swam in front of her eyes, she had to get help, had to get up! She kicked her fat useless legs pathetically trying to move her massive body but all she achieved was to make her giant body wobble and shake and make the pain in her chest intensify. She stopped kicking and lay still apart from her ragged breaths contorting her body. The Doctors words rang in her ears, telling her to change her ways, to lose weight, telling her what would happen if she didn't. It was too late now, as the pain intensified she knew this was it, tears mingled with the sweat on her face as she realized this was the end. One last vain effort to get up was too much for her, she lay gasping and wheezing, clutching at her flabby chest with her pudgy hands. Then there was nothing, blackness, sleep…
>>902
*beep*


*beep*
"It's lucky you arrived home when you did."

*beep*

*beep*

“…incredibly obese, it’s no wonder really…"


*beep*


*beep *

Light came, and a bright white room gradually came into focus in Emma's blurred vision. She tugged at something on her face.

"No Emma, leave the mask alone, you're just waking up" came a nameless voice, Emma couldn't see who spoke, or where the endless steady beep was coming from. She let her hand flop down and blackness returned.

*beep*

*beep*

*beep*

The room swam into focus properly this time, she was in a hospital, the thing on her face was an oxygen mask. Emma felt terrible, exhausted. As she looked down at her engorged body covered with a crisp white sheet she saw a multitude of wires and tubes leading into and away from her.

A nurse across the room saw Emma and walked over to her. In spite of her feeling dreadful Emma sighed, why was she cursed with tiny, skinny health care professionals?

"Emma, you're awake" The nurse spoke, not unkindly.
"Emma, you've had a heart attack… quite a big one, its lucky for you your mother came home from work early, otherwise you would not have made it"

Emma lay in the hospital bed, trying to process what the nurse had said over the steady beep of her heart monitor. A heart attack? That was it, this had to change, she had to change. But as she lay there, barely alive, hooked up to a plethora of expensive medical equipment one thought came to the front of her mind.

God I'm hungry!
A combination of heavy sedation and the exhaustion of the heart attack kept Emma in a daze for the next week. She lay in a supersized hospital bed, barely strong enough to lift her fleshy arms to eat the meagre portions they provided. She was constantly ravenous her stretched stomach feeling like her throat had been cut as it was given a tiny percentage of her usual consumption. Every day she begged her mother to bring her more food, she always refused, but was torn between making her engorged daughter happy and trying to do what was best for her. Emma was miserable, exhausted and hungry she was also subjected to the indignity of being washed and toileted by nurses that, despite their best efforts, couldn't hide their disgust.

Emma's mum looked at her daughter as she pleaded with her, her voice thick and breathless.

"Please mum….I'm so hungry… Just a little…snack."

Her mother shock her head.

"I'm sorry baby, you know I can't"

She looked at her daughter in the bed, oxygen piped into her piggy nose, wires attached to her chest, tubes giving her the drugs that were keeping her alive. In the harsh light of the hospital Emma looked bigger than ever, her vast body was covered with no more than a thin sheet, but she still glistened with a sheen of sweat. Fat piled up all around her, her skin was grey and even with her oxygen she was wheezing. She no longer wet herself because the doctors had placed a catheter into her bladder, yet another tube leading from her daughters ruined body.

Another week of hospitalization, another week of begging and Emma's mothers resolve began to crack. She couldn't stand to see her daughter so unhappy, so she started to sneak her food, just a little at first but soon more and more. She wasn't eating nearly as much food as she had at home but she was still consuming far too much for her to lose any weight. She was in a side room so the nurses couldn't see how she was eating, and her mother was careful to dispose of the evidence, ashamed that she was bringing food to her immobile daughter whose diet was supposed to be strictly controlled. But all she wanted was for Emma to be happy, and the only time she seemed happy was when she was eating.

A month after her admission the doctors wanted to weigh her again, the "again" surprised Emma as she wasn't aware they had done it before, she had been unconscious at the time.

It took 5 nurses half an hour to place a sling under Emma's swollen sagging body. She lay on it, exhausted from the exertion of having to roll and move to get the sling under her. She gasped for air and felt the sweat rolling off her body, a familiar and scary dull ache in her chest. The nurse brought in the hoist, essentially a small crane with a built in scale, and attached it to Emma's sling. The hoist creaked loudly as the electric motor whirred and the hoist lifted Emma off the bed, the sling cut in uncomfortably as her bulk was lifted. The nurse operating it looked shocked, her eyes widening as she wrote down Emma's weight on her chart.

"What… *gasp* does it say?" Emma asked, barely able to breathe in the hoist.

The nurse looked at the grotesque young woman, her rolls of flesh dripping out of the sling. She tried to keep her face neutral as she spoke, not wanting to reveal her shock.

"You're 896lbs…"

Emma gasped, this time with shock. She was nearly 900lbs! How could this be! How could she have got this big!

Emma was lowered back on to her bed and the nurses struggled to remove the sling from under her body. The shock of finding out her weight and the exertion of trying to remove the sling proved too much for Emma's failing body. Her breathing became more and more ragged as she struggled to fill her lungs with air, the immense weight crushing her chest. She was having palpitations, feeling her heart as it hammered away inside her chest. Then the pain started, a dull ache at first that got worse and worse as she struggled to breathe.

The nurses recognized what was happening and abandoned their attempt to remove the sling. One hit and emergency alarm while another placed and oxygen mask over Emma's face. Suddenly the room was filled with people, disorientated and with blurred vision Emma saw drugs being injected into her IV and people running busily around the room. She heard alarms on her monitors going off along with the racing beeps of her heart rate. She clutched at her chest wildly with a chubby hand desperately trying to make the pain go away. Then her hand dropped limp to the bed as she lost blacked out, darkness spreading through her mind as she fell into the welcome arms of unconsciousness.
>>903
WHO IS THIS ANON
>>917
Some saint who saved the story from FF

Or its original author, I suppose
>>922
Any other stories in this vein you have to share?
>>925
Nothing of the quality but I'll scour my hard drive and see what I've got. It's all probably mostly furry.
>>355
yeah I'm with the guy who said both - I don't understand why it's so common for there to be a random "BRRRAAAPPPP" every other paragraph, from either end. I'm not saying the guys who like it are gross, I'm just confused as to why it seems like that's *the* dominant stance. Farts and belches are gross :(
Now, the following story is male and furry, yet it is fucking fantastic for health issues.

http://afatpandaburr.deviantart.com/art/Fat-Attack-279828694
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1NziOfeJBhU2f84lFBob5NE__zdl5XXRQs--ErK9CK9k/edit?usp=sharing

Here's an incredible story by Shalion on Furaffinity. Yeah, it's furry, but it's incredibly well written. 10/10.
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1oIYujTH0w_Eh3Jhl1WpNqoy5uK2nyGmxc1M3MxCXjVA/edit?usp=sharing

Here's an RP log that I'd scrounged up. It's pretty awkwardly written at parts because we swapped from /me to written out Notes somewhere in between. There were also a few changes to the plot/characters here and there, so there might be a few inconsistencies.
Found a story about a sadistic female feeder fattening up a guy to unhealthy proportions. Yes male but it is undeniably great for the topic.

https://pastebin.com/mqVFVdjX
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1vneCXCu0DvdGOIAHLybkIiOXcEbTV6CCJSlTOKifCC8/edit?usp=drivesdk

Here's the Emma story again. I accidentally removed sharing and it required people to request access.
Hopefully some of you can find something you like in here. I have a story posted in the loli thread as well that isn't on my DA, if any of you are into that.

http://artanis12.deviantart.com/art/Fat-of-the-Land-679970903
>>1235
Man, your writing is great. Thanks!
>>1235
Yo this is good as FUCK
"The Wicked Stepmother: Fattening Jack to the End" - a gender flip of "Wicked Stepfather" story, with an extra scene or too & lactation / forced suckling kink added..

A young man with supressed feedee urges gets a sexy new stepmom whose dark desires & fattening ways will eventually take him to the ultimate extreme.
Warning: Very dark ending! & NSFW sexy times FFA, Female Feeder, BHM, XWG, Sub/Dom, Lactation, Force Feeding:

https://fantasyfeeder.com/stories/view?id=67429
Can we get a bump? Yes no maybe?
>>1315
noice
>>1315
Shame it's almost a direct word-for-word copy of Wicked Stepfather in many places, and the ending seems even more jarring here (possibly because of the closeness the suckling added, I'd have to re-read)

Still good though
>>181
Nowaya, I loved your most recent one, Lillian. I love the hopeless side of the immobility and slob aspects. Would you ever make a follow up to that one, maybe a year later?
>>1419

I've been considering it, stay tuned. But yeah, helplessness is my jam- particularly when unwanted.
Aparently someone made a short story about the health issues of a robofatty over in /trash/. Strange, but really cool.

https://pastebin.com/MhE0DHye
>>1560
That's pretty awesome. I'm not crazy into robots but the slob and obesity factors really sold it.
>>1580
You did! I quite liked it. A bit iffy on the timeline and some typos, but good job.
> Mcoddles will often tempt you with possible heart issues in the Alice series
> Will probably never do a piece on health issues ever again after the Vivian story being so controversial.

Sigh. Such a shame that one of the best writers for WG fiction won't touch it beyond Alice and the gang getting out of breath is kinda sad. Would absolutely love to see him do a spin off piece about a school nurse doing a check up and finding out about Lauries finally getting some unhealthy punishments, but keeping it from her to promote diversity in size, before she becomes an immobile wheezing wreck on oxygen who frequently gets chest pains. Would be a perfect way to show a comeuppance to the bitchy Laurie as she finally deals with negatives of gaining weight.
>>1634
I never read too much of Mollycoddles's stuff, what happened in the Vivian story?
>>1634

I'm not opposed to writing stories with more health issues, though I wouldn't really be comfortable doing anything too extreme with the Alice characters (I'm too attached to them to be THAT mean to them lol). But if there's a demand, I might do some more short stories detailing health problems.
>>1639
Vivian story is the one linked in the thread starter, here for reference (http://pastebin.com/t5qNy2jc). In the deviantart that he teased it, there were some people worrying about how extreme it would be. I think that Molly occasionally focuses on really mild stuff in Alice (out of breath, standing to long ect.) but is a little hesitant to go any further, although Molly has said that they will try again if their in the right mindset, which is somewhat reassuring, but i personally think that they don't want to touch the topic again, something I can understand

Hot idea by the other guy tough…
Snotbowst1991 doesn't write stories anymore, but he did make a short POV piece about ssbbw health issues which was pretty sweet. http://snotbowst1991.tumblr.com/post/163563907626/ive-been-gaining-like-a-good-piggy-however-i
>>1640
Hi Molly! Guess I can understand that perspective, after spending literally years writing even a somewhat evil character, it can even be hard to write a spin off with such devastating consequences, and I can't imagine the outcry from your fan base. But it is a quickly growing niche and I think a story or series of pieces on it would easily be enough to gain some support. Not sure it it would be just for patrons or for normal deviantart, but that's for you to decide.

What ever approach you take with it, Have fun writing!

P.S. That last Alice chapter was amazing!
>>1643

Thank you very much for the kind words! A health problem story would be an interesting challenge. I guess my big question for those people who are into that sort of thing: Is it better to end the story with a character's death or is that too far?
>>1645

Ultimately it will vary from individual to individual, but I think it comes down to the character and the story. I personally believe that once health issues are involved, all bets are off and you can go as far as you want to. But you can make a story without death as dark or even darker than one with death, however the choice is yours to make. Wether it be about a fat modle who takes everything too far, a HAES advocate who ends up with an awfully ironic fate or a greedy nurse who can't even see her own problems, there are tonnes of ways to take it and just as many ways to cover it, so don't feel to limited or restricted in what you have to write. And considering that it is so rare, you could start the bandwagon and inspire other stories about the topic.

Ultimately this is probably kinda pointless advice, I'm just an up and coming writer and your probably the communities most famous writer, but I assure you that anything you write will be more than welcomed by the community.
>>1645
It's all a matter of how you handle it–and, I suppose, how long you want the story to be. If you want to have a long story about a woman's deteriorating health, then death is a good way to end it. Think of "Emma" further up the thread. Or, if not death, then something almost as bad, like a stroke.

On the other hand, if it's a shorter story, just a peek into this obese and unhealthy woman's life, then it might seem a little abrupt to kill her off so soon after we've gotten to know her. It would probably be better with a shorter story to focus on the health issues an obese woman deals with before mortality kicks in, stuff like hypertension, diabetes, high blood pressure, and general unfitness.

Ultimately, like >>1646 says, it's up to you, and depends on what you're in the mood for.
>>1642
I write stories. Just very fuckin slowly thank you very much.

I'll be done with Welfare Princess 5 in 2030.
Anyone have a pastebin or archive copy of a certain deviantart story that may have been removed? Vague description, but she's immobile in her own home, has a girlfriend that has a scar from abuse, came from an Italian family, considers calling her mother to beg for WLS surgery, and ends up being rolled on her side to use a bedpan. Odd details I know, but I honestly can't remember the blob girl's name.
>>1753
Not at all odd. That would be FC-Punk's 'Out of Control': https://fc-punk.deviantart.com/art/Out-of-Control-445413173
Alex

My love has just passed 150 pounds for the first time ever! I'm so proud of my tiny girl. Seeing her grow after all we have been through is one of the greatest joys I have every experienced in my life. She makes my world, without her kindness and support I would have never found love. Seeing her take pride in her swelling form is the hottest thing I have ever seen. She wears old t-shirts that fit 20lbs ago, she barely notices her rolls hanging over her waistband. When she really gets to stuffing, her belly pokes out really far pushing her shirt up; and her pants are always tight even though they are stretch. It's no problem seeing her fat dimpled thighs and booty softly wiggle with all the treats and carbs she eats. I can barely take my eyes off of my girl. She looks amazing and thoughts of our future keep filling my head. Then she looks up sweetly and for a snack.
She stuffs her belly and maneuvers her tight wet pussy on top of me and lowers her soft little body onto me.

We are settled in out log cabin in the mountains. Alex has been moving less and less since she passed 650 pounds but she loves life with me and it never takes food off her mind. In fact she has been wanting more and more food; daily, but not just regular stuff. Lots of take out, burgers, fries, milk shakes and sugary sodas are her favorite. My Alex rarely deviates from her strictly regimented high fat, sugar and greasy diet. I love her so much and I'll do anything for her. Even though we know its taking its toll on her tiny frame. I’m always thinking about my morbidly I obese love. Since she got so big Alex has been really short of breath even between single sentences. We both know how much stress her body is under. She became immobile at 600lbs. Which is a huge amount of fat for a girl only 5’2. Taking care of her is the most special part of my life and I would never give it up for the world.
I wake up in the morning next to my beautiful woman. I see her huge chest rising and falling, a good sign. I snuggle up next to her, grabbing her massive fat rolls, I nestle my body into her luscious heavy blubber. she says “Good morning.… baby. Can you please..… make me bacon, ham….puff*….. and eggs?” it is my pleasure. As I am getting ready Alex sits up slowly, catching her breath once she’s upright and turns on the TV.
I bring my love a breakfast fit for the queen she is. She puts away 8,000 calories in just less than an hour. After her normal meal, we are snuggling, like we always do after meals. I am playing with my loves fat; she is getting really turned on, her heart is pounding, I can tell as she becomes breathless panting hard as I massage her body. she is jiggling her fat squirming under her massive weight, when “nghhh!” Alex lurches forward. I ask “Baby! Are you okay? whats wrong?” she says “…guhh… babe, it hurrrrtss…rngh!…I….Need more… food” I say “of course. anything for you, as much as you can eat. My love” I make out with my beautiful, struggling girl. Then get ice cream cake and chocolate moose and watch her stuff the discomfort away. “Thank…huff*…..you” she says rubbing her chest and fondling her belly. She winks at me and tell me to crawl under her helpless body and make her feel like all her hard work is appreciated.
I crawl under and start sucking on her supple pussy, she starts moaning. I love to hear my big girl enjoy me. I rub her fat, stuffed pussy, faster and faster as she begs for me to keep going. Im going fast against her bloated clitoris, she gushes into my mouth with a sexy high pitch, I’m drowned in hot sweet cum.

My beloved Lexi is growing very fast, which is not surprising considering she eats for five people every meal. At 29 her little body is packed so full of blubber. She loves eating and letting me suck on her pussy while she gorges. Both sensations make her insatiable. She just likes to stuff her belly full and watch me smile while I rub her soft heavy rolls. We weighed her a while ago, she came in at almost 1,000 pounds! She was so happy and excited to almost be at half a ton; it was surreal for me to watch my once very small girlfriend swell into my beautiful humongous woman. She is the love of my life.

Alex is definitely over the the half ton mark by now, only three months after her weigh in she looks so much more massive, and bloated. She has been eating non-stop for weeks now. After 12 breakfast sandwiches filled with greasy bacon and lots of cheese my baby wanted lunch. She ordered so many hamburgers, she devoured 12 double bacon cheese burgers with extra cheese, I was stunned, she smiles at me and motions for me to come to her. We hold each other close and kiss passionately with our tongues caressing each other; like we do everyday, she seems to be squirming rubbing her belly. I ask “Alex are you ok?” She’s is panting hard “I don’t feel well at all, my love, more fast food should make it ok.” I get back quickly with a dozen more double burgers with extra cheese, just how she likes, she then starts gorging on her fast food while I rub and caress her massive body.

She packs the rest of her dozen double bacon cheese burgers into her belly, I rub and jiggly her bloated sensitive belly. she starts moaning. She’s rubbing her body and holding her fat rolls delicately. “Baby….huff*… something is wrong” She’s moaning and grunting, then “hhrrn!” she grabs her belly in pain. She tells me to get her into position for me to make love to her. All the while I know my love it having serious trouble. Her breathing is hard and ragged, her face is red, she tells me to get inside her, fast. I slide into my big girl and she gasps, grabbing her belly tightly. I love watching her shutter as she enjoys my hard cock, but this time is different. “Baby…I need you to…HRRG!…give me…huff*…CPR…my love… if i don’t….make it.” i say “Of course my love, ill save you” I kiss her passionately. Alex cums once and then soon a second time and then a third gushing climax. Im pumping into my fat girl, jiggling her overstuffed body. She holds me close, into her soft blubbery body. She starts to moan harder, she pulls my head to her chest, i can hear her heart pounding like a drum through her thick blubber “Ohhh….puff*…….hrrghh!….ooouch!…..wheeze*……OUCH!….HNnng!…puff*…puff*….puff*…..nnnggh!…Huhhh….I…huff*….love….hgggnnn!….you…huff…babyyyy!…oh god…puff*……” She looks like she is having really bad chest pains. My love keeps gripping her fat boobs moaning in pain as she stairs deep into my eyes. I get worried but she tells me to keep fucking her. “my love..I don’t know…puff*… how much longer…puff*… Ill last…finish in me…baby…” She reaches over and shoves fist full of cake into her mouth, to stuff the discomfort away. It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. She is ravenously shoving the cake into her mouth, getting into a good rhythm as I continue fucking her. “thank goodness…huff*… i was worried there…huff*…” she continues gorging feeling better after the sugar hits her. She packs the cake into her mouth with both hands. Moaning with eat hefty swallow. I love my big glutton. Suddenly, one hand grips her fatty chest “OH GOD….huff*….baby….puff*…..huff*…it hurts…..hufff*….really… HGGNN… bad….” and the other reaches to my head pulling me in close. She says “Baby…huff*….….puff*…..I..…hhhrrngg!….huuhhh….puff*…I….wheeze*…..want you….huff*….. to finish….hufff*…. in me… hufffff*..… baby……puffffffffff*…..………ACKKGG!!.……” She is staring deep into my eyes as I fill her tight pussy with hot cum. Alex clenches onto me looking at me wide eyed.
>>1770
Pretty decent. But I would had liked to see a bit more of the transition between 150 and 650. Kind of a big gap there.
>>1770
Good start, especially with the early health scares. Would still like to see more written about an earlier period. Perhaps her at a young age working out and almost having a heart attack, maybe ignoring doctors advice, maybe more about her explicitly either enjoying her size, or gaining in spite of it.
Of the three choices presented, what do you prefer

1: A character who actively enjoys getting more unhealthy and out of shape and gains to accelerate the issues she receives, as she enjoys them. ("Oh honey, today I was walking down the street and my breathing really was really hard as I felt my heart pump through clogged arteries, It was so exciting and such a turn on!")

2. A character who is gaining and is largely either apathetic or neutral to the risks and issues gaining presents. (As she thought about the coming feast, her mind went woozy as it processed the concept f stuffing even more food. Her breathing became ragged as her body tried to -and failed to- cope with her greed. She clutched her chest at her heart flippant band wheezed herself back to calm. "That was weird, probably just shock. Now back to food".)

3. Someone who is fat and somewhat either against the side affects, or being fat period dealing with issues. ("As she strolled down the mall, she couldn't help but notice her laboured breathing. Every wheeze was accompanied with a groan as she was reminded of her overburdened size and how she had to fight it, but as her mind raced with thoughts about how she wished she was thin, her heart raced even faster. Exercising was only possible when you weren't wheezing and almost collapsing but she still was determined to get thin. The girl rested against the wall as she wheezed herself to a calm. "Oh god. I'm so out of shape, I need to change this now" The thought of being this fat for any longer made her sick to her stomach as even a short walk almost reduced her to a collapse. She thought if she continued any longer, she would end up immobile…or worse! But until then, that local Dunkin' Donuts looked pretty good.)
>>1773
3>2>1, by me. Characters who are fully aware that they're stumbling towards the edge but lack the willpower to stop themselves are the best.
That said, all three scenarios could be fun if executed well.
Thank you for your advice everyone. This is very helpful for developing my writing.
2 > 1 > 3 but also depends on the authors style
>>1773
3 > 2 > 1 for sure. Unwanted lard is great.
>>1773
3 > 2 > 1
The more unwilling, the better
1 is my favorite, then 2 is in second. 3 doesn't really get a place on the list, I pretty much just cannot read anything that's like that and enjoy it.

I know this is an unpopular opinion, but I think this has a lot to do with the fact that I'm fantasizing about being on a different side of these things than you guys are.

I wish that I could like… checkpoint reality or something, I want to eat myself to death but I don't want to be dead at the end of it.
You ever notice most of these stories will feature (aside from the standard unfitness thing) heart problems, might tread softly with diabetes, or will include slob aspects (which doesn't necessarily have to be part of the Health Issue scthick.) Sometimes they might include all those at once!

But I've noticed that a lot of these stories tend to avoid cancer. Obesity is a leading cause of cancer. Is that the line we're not going to cross?

Personally I'm not about to write it anytime soon, but it's just something I've observed. We gotta keep these stories fresh somehow, don't want it to get boring.
>>1773

3 > 2 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> 1

I like things on the dark side where the idea around fats is entirely put into action by a forceful dominant as the oh-so common cringe scenario of a character waking up one day and 'hue i wuntz to be fut today for no particular reason' (1) is far too unbelievable and only really panders to a younger, more cute and cuddly, fluffy bunny type audience which I'm most certainly not so 3 suits me the best. 2 can still work but it'd be more of how they'd dubiously put up with it as a package of something else like to avoid crippling hunger which again ought be due to circumstances set in motion by a dominant.
>>1794
Cancer just isn't inherently linked to weight gain in my mind like diabetes or heart troubles is. Plus, it's just such a miserable affliction.

>>1796
Although I agree with you on a general basis, I think sometimes scenario 1 can be done without necessarily being all cute-and-cuddly and unrealistic. I don't want to self-advertise but I wrote a story recently along such lines that I definitely wouldn't call fluffy-bunny -
https://mashuky.deviantart.com/art/The-Morbid-Obesity-of-Melanie-Bridges-700864799
I do agree that the idea of somebody wanting to get unhealthily fat is requires quite some suspension of disbelief - though they do exist, such people are very rare.
>>1793
I suppose it depends a lot on which side of the equation you imagine yourself on.
>>1797

I didn't mean it to sound overly passive aggressive but eh… internet heh. Full consenting and intentional gaining also just has a rather vanilla feel to it to me… Shedding some taboos gives a lot more potential oomph to it and at that a stronger sense of sex; another thing that literally gets some more blood pumping! I realize DA doesn't technically allow such sauciness but that ain't gonna stop me from dreaming otherwise!
>>1800
Well, I was mostly agreeing with you. I just think that even scenario 1 can be taboo and dark under certain circumstances. A character so depraved that they are willingly killing themself in the pursuit of gluttony - that's hardly vanilla, by my reckoning.
>>1801

But let's not forget it's not a competition ha, preferences are preferences! The scarcity of content regarding my preference probably bolsters my desire of it all the more!
>>1802
Yes, I know. I'm just trying to demonstrate to you that an approach that you think is dull and lacks darkness doesn't necessarily have to be so. Don't write off a story JUST because it contains intentional gain, is what I'm saying - it may be just as morbid and non-vanilla as any story about unwilling gain.
>>1797
Damn, great short piece! Would you consider a followup? With how manipulative our young girl is, I think she does deserve a bit of punishment.
>>1804
Thank you! I did consider a follow-up, but I'm not entirely sure where I could go with one.
>>1806
Before her next meetup with her mother, Melanie's issues of mobility have become a recurring factor and her health is getting even worse. During one of her fastenings, Melanie is seen having even more severe issues when her mother walks in and tries to convince her one last time. Melanie has to try and poorly hide her issues and is reminded of how much of a strain gaining has put on her young body. Even as she is nearly having a heart attack and trying to poorly hide it, she still don't back down and asks her mother to feed her one last time, sort of a final bonding ritual in the months or so before she leaves. Melanie's mother realises the severity of her issues, and decides that in order to keep her here and maybe stand a chance of her loosing weight, she has to make her worse. If she gets in an even worse condition in her mothers mind (Mobility, getting sick while eating, loosing friends, heart issues) then maybe she will consider turning back. So it becomes a race, between Melanie making herself as glutenous as possible for her own fantasies, and her mother trying to accelerate her to a point too far where she might turn around. I'll leave it there if you want to come up with your own ideas, but what do you think?
>>1799

That's why I don't enjoy a lot of the weirder end of fat fetish stuff, either shitty writing or the good writers tend to lean super hard on misery. For some reason making the girls dumb is also really popular.

I wanna be a smart fat blob who's actively trying to clog her heart up sometimes, dang it.
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FA and his GF are going at it until suddenly, she has a heart attack. Fast forward a few days later, GF has a choice. She can either lose the fat (something FA boyfriend would not be happy about) or risk dying. However, a doctor offers another option to replace her heart with a mechanical one, allowing her to grow fatter. This sets her down the road of essentially replacing most of her organs with machines as she grows fatter and fatter.

Got the idea after watching Crank 2, what do you degenerates think?
https://marman804.deviantart.com/art/Your-Successor-Prolog-703079132 Short but very interesting story and he make new chapter every day. Cant wait to see what will happen next
>>1640
I know this is a bit late and Molly might not see this, but I think Laurie is the perfect target for health issues. Let me explain. Laurie' character revolves around the idea of her being a fit cheerleader corrupted by gluttony who finds the idea so enticing that she eventually finds it a kink. Her identity becomes focused on her conflict between wanting to remain thin and loving gluttony. Not only that but she has been the meanest and cruelest of the theee girls. Now she also is getting even freakier as she gets even fatter, first finding stuffing fun, then erotic, then gaining weight hot, then other fatties hot.

Now let's add in health issues.

I would see them being introduced either in a private setting with frank, or with the other girls. Wait her during feedie sex, Laurie would start to have chest pains and frank would notice, or during a meal, Laurie would get/talk about the struggles with her size health wise. In the former, we not only play into the humiliation with frank, but we also add onto the conflicting identity of Laurie as she beguine to enjoy the mockery, even as the danger it reveals. In the latter, Laurie not only grows closer to the other girls, but might find her health issues a turn on. If with the other girls, we not only get the other girls perspective, but we see Laurie possible fall more into gluttony and Alice stabilise more into doubt. The scene with them eating and having/talking about health issues could end with something like 'And as the three girls finished their double scoop cone, Alice could help but shutter at the thought of what this gluttony could lead to, Laurie could help but moan as she thought about how enticing this weight and the consequences would be and Jen could help but wonder why there were three scoops instead of two'. Such a moment would solidify Laurie as growing even freaked as well, as she has through the entire series. Her first finding stuffing hot, then weight gain, then other fat people and now even her own downsides which to some would be worrisome and dangerous, but to her are erotic would solidify the position her character has taken.

Thoughts?
>>1854
Oooh, Laurie getting more and more freaky while getting her just deserts. Plus that could get more severe issues into the story without making the story depressing. I Like the idea.
>>1838
Sounds pretty damn good man
>>1845
English doesn't seem to be the author's native language.
Either that, or they need a proof reader badly.
>>1872
The guy is polish according to his DA page.
>>1854
I know this idea is dark and Molly has said that she only want's a few issues and struggles in the Alice series, but I think this would work out. Laurie needs some more punishment for her greed and her exploits with the gift of a mobility scooter from Alice and Jen will accelerate her gain and make excessive much more of a struggle for her. Plus in Alice 56 when Laurie first had heart issues, she does seem surprised by it, but quickly becomes excited by the feast 'It started as a moan of pain, but quickly morphed into a moan of arousal as visions of the feast to come overpowered Laurie’s fear'. This seems to show that Laurie is surprised by it and unaware of her dangerous size, which could play a role in her finding it quite appealing when she does learn about the health issues, especially considering most of Laurie's identity has been surrounded by her conflict of getting into more and more kinky and fetishy behaviour, which could easily climax in her finding the direct morbidity of her gain arrousing.
It's been a few months, does anybody have anything? I've got this to offer: https://tintrue.deviantart.com/art/700-Words-of-Hell-REALLY-MESSED-UP-NSFL-693482257
"Downward Trend" has a long weight gain progression that leads into various health problems for the main gal near the end.
https://www.deviantart.com/kowlooner/art/Downward-Trend-Part-1-WG-511039393
I have a story I'm looking for, a weeb daughter and her worried mom, daughter gets so turned on by moms prodding she has a heart attack
>>2980
I think you are referring to Weeb-Lord's story 'In the life of a DA Writer' (Paraphrasing). When DA started to look into their stories, they dumped them in a drive here (https://drive.google.com/drive/u/0/folders/1Of0LhXzedyd-dFjO7dYHQw1qj5-qQyfN)

If you just want the story, here is a pastebin link (Note. It was technically part 2, so I took the liberty of including the first part): https://pastebin.com/BajnfTvV
>>2985
It was these, ty
>>2985
Any chance of uploading his Patreon stuff here? I don't have the money to commit to his stuff but want to read it anyway without some shit embargo

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