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2e084 No.304

Post stories for critiques, editing, or other help.

I found a video I'd like to share on the topic of better writing, a video from Brandon Sanderson, talking in one of his writing lectures.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N4ZDBOc2tX8

72341 No.2269

Although I write in my spare time, I never did erotica. Been reading WG erotica for 15 years, and I felt inspired last night and tried my hand.

I would like feedback and critique from the community. This is far far far from completed, this is more of a draft and introduction/proof of concept of a weight gain alternative history anthology set in Nazi Germany.
My hope is that this story eventually will please the dominant feeder, and your deepest desires.
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The Opulence Of Victory: Fattening Tales of the Spoils of War.
Anthology 1: Dr Hans and Hilda.


The Time:
1966
The Place:
Berlin, Capital of Germania, Capital of the world.
The State of Affairs:
Germany, after a successful defense of Normandy in 1942, a hard fought push into the Eastern Front in the winter of 1943, and the assassination of the chief Manhattan Project staff in conjunction with Japan in 1944, were able to construct the world's first atomic weapon. Nicknamed the "Volkslicht" (People's Light), this weapon solidified Axis victory with scorched earth. First deployed in Liverpool, with a second and final use on the hollowed grounds of Stalingrad, it's destructive power immediately lead to an Allied surrender.
Germany proudly sits atop its throne as rightful rulers of the Western world, the Third Reich fulfilling its own prophecy, but the success came at dearly high cost. Many men, young and old, lost their lives for the good of their people. Traditionalism aside, chosen women of Germany found themselves in military roles as the male population healed itself. Germany, now the epitome of wealth and scientific progress, continues to grow and bask in that wealth and progress.
While the sun shines on Germany and it's new empire, the carnal desire of man still lives, and the passions of degeneracy not only exists in this new world, but thrives in it's privileged borders.

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Chapter 1


My name is Dr. Hans Sauer. A man quickly approaching his 40's, I have served my country diligently since it's endearing victory. Fairly average, I am well built, in shape,well groomed, and have often been complimented on my "commanding" voice.
As a physician and Doctor working in R&D for the Schutzstaffel and Luftwaffe, I have made many great strides with my peers in securing German peace. Typically involved what could be considered "secret research", from pep-pills, chemical warfare hallucinogens and truth serums, to instant coffee and chocolate that doesn't melt, it is my job to ensure our soldiers comfort and survivability on the battlefield, and at home. I live fairly well and enjoy my work, and earned a few privileges and accommodations along the way. Though…. I must admit, the work has slowed down to mostly a halt. Our near total victory outside the last remnants of the Red Army has stunted the Wermacht's need for this kind of research. Although the quality of entertainment and night life in Berlin was the highest and pinnacley grandiose in all the world, I simply was not interested in the conventional desires of man that are advertised so openly. No, a man of my peculiar talents also comes bundled with peculiar interests. No work and no play truly makes Hans a dull boy. This was at least, until my business coincidentally combined itself with my most sacred of pleasures..
Located in the Waffen Scientific Research and Development building, mere blocks away from the great Volkshalle building, government seat of Hitler himself in the magnificently clean heart of Berlin, lies my lab. Privately located on the first basement level, I sit at my desk alone, tapping my pen on a beaker to the new sound of Munich jazz. Unfortunately, this has been all I have done for the last few days, or perhaps it's been weeks at this point.
I look up at my hanging print of Rubens' Venus at the Mirror, I gaze into her fleshy, fertile posterior. "Venus, either your ass of antiquity looks plumper and rounder by the day, or I'm finally losing my mind…" I think to myself. Still tapping away, I drift into pleasant daydreams of my deepest desires…
Suddenly, the ring of the videophone finally breaks the beat of my radio. I quickly scramble to set the knob to low position and dull the music, and pick up the videophone receiver. Little did I know, this is the call I've been waiting for all my life. I peer into the small bulbous monitor on the wall as my Superior, Oberführer Graf, peers back with a smile in green tinted glory.

"Forget formalities! Hans my friend! It's been too long!" The speaker crackles.

I smile back in familiarity, "It surely has Fritz, I thought the boys upstairs had forgot about me, my beautiful mind is wasting away down here for God sakes."

"Ha! Modest as ever I see Hans. Fortunately for you, we finally have something for you to push that pencil to. Something that will get that 'beautiful mind' of yours running for the greater good again."

"Well it's about time, I was starting to feel bad collecting my salary doing such little work, but then I remembered how you were working me into the ground with that aerosol zyklon and that guilt shriveled up awfully quick. You're like the Fuhrer himself sometimes." I reply.

"Ah, Hans, although it isn't a matter of urgency, it's certainly a task that should keep you busy enough to curb that smart mouth of yours friend. The Eastern Front special forces can no longer operate in the Siberian wilderness incognito without proper nourishment. They are starving to death. Every time we drop supplies, The Red Army remnant finds our position. We can't afford to upset Axis world peace with more blitzkrieg invasion, this will shine poorly on our young Reich. Therefore, your talents as a physician and chemist, and my trust in your abilities, will be paramount to Special Forces success. "

My interest sharply peaked, this is it, I could almost taste the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

"Hans, we need you or your team to help develop rations our boys and girls can make last. We need long lasting nourishment in the smallest package possible. As I recall, you were working on something similar a nearly decade ago during the second Red Army Remnant uprising."

I quickly reply, " It was a personal project, I never quite finished it due to it's complexity and not having the funding and time needed… and other, er-, complications. Given I have the resources and… test subjects, I'm more than confident to have a working prototype relatively soon."

"Hans-, or should I say esteemed Dr. Sauer, once again, you reflect the greatness of Germany's superiority. Don't worry about funding, I will make personally sure you have ample funding to complete your research, and as far as test subjects, we have more and more Russian POW's and refugees by the day, and mass graves can only fit so much mass as you know."

"Consider my research in progress then." I reply, holding back a shit eating grin.

"I expected nothing less. I will be sending Schütze Haggen down with the proper paperwork."

I interject, "Schütze Haggen? What happened to Helmut?"

"He's taken leave, Haggen will be replacing him as your active duty assistant, and messenger to the me and the brass. Just keep her updated on all the proper paperwork and updates on your progress, and you can work uninterrupted. Hey, don't worry, she's easy on the eyes comrade. A fit Aryan goddess. Think of it as my gift to you for your years of service. Careful though Hans, she's a tough one."

I roll my eyes internally.

"Thank you Oberführer Graf, I look forward to starting. For the Fatherland Fritz"

"For the Fatherland Dr. Sauer."

I could hardly believe the conversation had even took place. As if a sign from God, my deepest desires were soon about to take a jump from daily daydream, to reality. The carnal desire within me was about to be married with my love of science and progress. A dream come alive.
Germania had finally delivered it's promise of utopia to me. As, I looked up back up at Venus, I was shaking with excitement. I could hardly contain my smile as I gazed back into her fertile fleshy rear. Today begins my journey into unhinged desire. Today begins I, the Overman, the Übermensch, turning visions of grandeur into the tangible. Not just for the good of our people, but for my own dark pleasures of the flesh.

"BZZZ-BZZZ"

Ah, that must be Schütze Haggen. Time I made her acquaintance.


Chapter 2


I press the intercom button at my Lab's door.

"Schütze Hilda Haggen, reporting for duty, Untersturmführer Sauer."

Her voice was sweet and feminine, yet stern and serious. A duality of archetypes.
I pull the lock lever - the sliding steel doors open with a soft buzz and clang. Standing before me was a true example of the Aryan woman. Although far from the rubenesque female of my liking, even I was taken aback by her beauty. She must have been somewhere in her 20's. 5 foot 10. Platinum blonde long hair, pulled in a tight and proper ponytail. Deep blue eyes that sparkled like the ocean, hooded with long natural lashes, and topped with sharply angled eyebrows. A roman nose that would make the finest sculptures weep. Porcelain skin that practically glowed. Thin faced, yet soft feminine cheekbones. Plump natural lips worthy of a German matriarch. As my eyes travels downward, I had a good view of her figure. While clearly thin and in shape, her womanly figure couldn't be hidden by her well fitted SS uniform. A somewhat ample chest for her modest weight of what was most likely 130 lbs. A trim and fit torso could be deciphered from the tightness of the leather straps on her fitted field tunic jacket. What could not be hidden from my analysis were her wide hips and strong thighs. Her jacket did well enough to cover her lower half, but not enough to hide the clear church bell curve of her fertile hips, as trim as they were. Her standard issue knee boots just as well displayed powerful calves.
I couldn't believe the gift Graf had left me with. I couldn't believe finding myself so attracted to such an athletic female specimen, but she was far too perfect. Certainly this was the reason we warriors of the Fatherland, fought to secure our race.
I caught myself before I gazed too awkwardly. She has no idea what I have in store for her.

"Schütze Haggen" I said with commandment, "I see Obf. Gruf has tasked you with assisting me in our struggle to keep our soldiers healthy enough to keep the last of the Red's off of German soil."

"Yes Sir, Dr. Sauer. I have been tasked with overlooking, and procuring and supplying anything you may require to finish the task at hand. I have been chosen for this top secret project due to my discretion working in psy-ops overseas, and my undying dedication to the progress of Germania and it's people.
I'd also like to add I'm familiar with your work and quite the fan. 'Truth Serum' Tryklon 2, has extracted more information from prisoners and saved more lives on the field than you know."

I reply, "You are too kind Schütze Haggen, and well studied. I think we'll get along just fine here. Please, make yourself at home while you are here. You are free to move around in my office, but I do ask you to give me my privacy in the experimentation rooms.
Me and Gruf's old private, Helmut, were on a first name basis, and our work was better because of it. If it isn't too informal, I'd like to extend the same to you. While you work under me, you may call me Hans. I hope that's okay Hilda?"
I firmly shake her hand, stare into her soul, and assert my dominance.

"Err- Of course Dr.-, Of course Hans. Although I must say it's very much against regulation. If anyone heard us, I'd certainly be punished."

I retort, "Hilda, I command more respect in our ranks than you possibly know. I work in alternative ways to find peculiar solutions to the peculiar problems facing Germania. They understand my methods and informality. Besides, you should consider yourself lucky working under me, Graf could have put you with Dr. Weiss. He sews people together and well, that's all you need to know. Having some humanity in these walls makes my environment easier."

"I see your point Sir. I look forward to working with you, but firstly I was asked for you to fill these procurement forms."

"Grab a pen Hilda, jot this down. I need three of each of the following, one for each experimentation chamber in this Lab.
1. Three restraint chairs of the adjustable variety. Padded and comfortable, with a touch of homey warmth.
2. Three televisions, large variety.
3. Three rococo dining tables, since funds aren't an issue.
4. I will require full industrial kitchen appliances. Fridges, freezers, ovens, burners. Have them installed in the fourth chamber.
5. Three assembly line treads, installed near the entrance doors.
6. I'll need you to hire approved contractors to make the the first two rooms feel like a comfortable German home, hard wood floors, floral wallpaper, the works. You will keep the third room sterile and stainless steel. All three rooms will also require plumbing and a bathroom.
Finally (I quickly jot down a list of chemicals), order these."

"Yes Sir"

"I take my leave for now, as there is much planning to be done. While the contractors install my set up, I'll need you next week to take me to the prison camp, hard science requires hard bodies."

"Yes Hans, will that be all?"

I gaze up once again at Venus In The Mirror.

"Give me the number to the finest bakery in town. That is all."

"Yes Sir, and might I say, that is a very beautiful painting. My Mother and Father were great admirers of Rubens."

I try my hardest to keep my smile modest.
"I'm certainly glad you think so. Someone of such fine tastes will work well with me."

I light a french cigarette and return home.

62453 No.2271

>>2269
Very nice! Your writing is confident, and I like the setup you've got here. The alternate history setting is decidedly interesting, and your description of Hilda is excellent.
However; lacking any particular depiction of actual weight gain thus far, I can't really give much more feedback than that. Erotica, of course, lives or dies on the strength of its fetish content, and as your story hasn't got there yet it obviously can't be considered in full.

83f6b No.2272

>>2271
I'll be posting the rest next week as I find time to write.
I posted this without the true erotica concieved yet just to see if I had what it takes to actually set up a story, and for it to be enjoyed on a basic level. If I failed at that, I would fail in it's evolution into erotica.
Your compliments and critical analysis are exactly what I needed to hear to know I haven't failed, and I thank you for reading.

fe45e No.2280

Had a neat idea for a story and ended up writing way too much. BBW Romance story Something New:

https://docs.google.com/document/d/11KFC9KNEaGgHp_Wsu9lk2pTc3mOPSLefSsHhyHECoeY/edit?usp=sharing

I'll let you guys critique it and then I'll post it publicly to other places. Where should I put it? Deviantart? The Dimensions story board?



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