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Fat Loli Writing 2: Some Sort of Boogaloo nowaya 12/19/2016 (Mon) 00:25:38 No. 75
Hey, it's us again! The unpleasantly sticky corner of /elite/ is back for your viewing pleasure or lack thereof.

I have some content to post to start the thread off right but it hasn't any fat in it yet and I also fear it copies too much off of Natsu-Kashi's work. It's, all in all, rather trash, but here you go anyway.


Emily

All I can really say is always read contracts before you sign them. If you do, you can avoid months and months of anguish and hardship.

I learned this the hard way.

Back then, the world was my oyster. I was just getting started with college, taking classes from all across the board, stuffing myself with whatever knowledge came my way. I was working in a bookshop then, but, as a backup plan in case something ever fell through, I had taken the time over the summer to get a license as a Certified Nursing Assistant; this would, I hoped, fairly well guarantee me a job in a hospital or nursing home if need be. It didn’t seem that would be the case, though; I had plenty of money, plenty of friends, and plenty to do. All seemed to be well.

It was on one such day that I found myself in dire need of lunch and a warm place to do homework. The day was perfect for the endeavour- rainy and cold, with plenty of wind to stir the fallen leaves into a flurry of damp orange- so I summoned my willpower, bundled myself up, and made the trek to a local café famed for its spicy chili. The way there wasn’t long, but I arrived sopping wet all the same. Anxious to distract myself from the chill air around me, I, after a few perfunctory bites of lunch, dived headlong into an essay on modern Austrian patriotism.

I didn’t notice him until he sat down- and even then, I didn’t actually look up until he tapped anxiously on my laptop. Startled, I shut it with a mild pang of worry and appraised the man who had, very suddenly, sat at my table.

He was unnervingly average, a tallish, palish, fortyish man with greying brown hair and a startlingly regular countenance. He was, also, unpleasantly polite, folding his hands and smiling inquisitively at me until I asked, rather bluntly, “What do you want?”

“You are Mitchell Jacobs, right?” he asked, in a very normal way.

“Uh…yeah…” I replied, filled with suspicion.

His smile grew wider. “Ah, good! I’ve heard quite a bit about you from my, eh, colleague at the university, Professor Bormann. Do you know him?”

I nodded once. Professor Bormann was my biology professor, and through the semester we had gotten to know each other rather well. The man clapped his hands together excitedly.

“It’s really a pleasure to meet you, you know. I’ve heard that you’re a very capable young man, just wonderfully so…”

“What do you want?” I cut in. He was really starting to get to me.
The smile dropped briefly from his face, but almost immediately returned. “Goodness me, you’re right. I haven’t even introduced myself! Harold Johnson,” he beamed, extending one hand to me. I glared at it for a moment, then took it, and we exchanged a limp handshake.

“Now, to the point. I’ve heard from Professor Bormann that you’re also a CNA, is this true?”

I nodded. “Yes, I got it over the summer. Why do you ask?”

He looked around. “Well, it’s just… my daughter, Emily, is in need of some serious help. We’ve been able to care pretty well by ourselves, but now… It’s getting so expensive that we both need to work, and we could really use some help.” He smiled sadly. “I know it sounds odd, but we’d very much like to hire you as a sort of caretaker.”

He then named a salary that immediately changed my opinion of him.

“That sounds fantastic!” I exclaimed, barely able to keep from drooling over the amount of money I’d be getting. “Where do I sign?”

His smile changed to a more sinister note, one I would have noticed had I not been blinded by money. “I actually have a contract right here, if you’re interested…” he said, hauling out a thick packet of paper. I took it excitedly and, after a quick glance to make sure the sum he had named was valid, scrawled my signature on the last page.

“Excellent,” he said, taking it back and standing up to leave. “Would you be so kind as to come round next Wednesday?”

“Absolutely!” I cried, nearly spilling my coffee. “See you then!”

And with that, he left, and I returned to my essay, fully unaware that the week until next Wednesday would be my last week of true freedom.

____

“487 Brook Circle…yes, this is it…”

The house I stood before was moderate in size, but was clearly owned by a family of some means. The lawn was impeccably kept, the few decorations scattered around it clearly worth a significant sum. The windows seemed to leer at me, all of them covered over with curtains. For a moment, I considered leaving.

Then I remembered the money that was coming to me, steeled myself, and rang the doorbell.
The door swung open almost at once, revealing an early-middle-aged woman with brown hair and a friendly face. “Are you Mitchell?”

“Indeed I am, Mrs…Johnson,” I said, pleased with myself that I remembered.

She smiled. “Amelia, please, and come on in! It’s really a pleasure to see you.”

“Likewise,” I said, and followed her in.

She led me to a largish sitting room centered around a brick fireplace with a large television centered over the top. Two comfortable couches sat facing it, with a small table holding a bowl of mints in the center. The whole scene looked completely homelike and very friendly.

Too friendly, almost.

The leather couches looked barely used, with the leather crinkled and unblemished. The carpet, too, seemed to have hardly seen feet, its white threads remaining perfect across its wall-to-wall carpeting. For a few seconds I gave serious consideration to leaving.

“Well, Harold’s not home quite yet…” fretted Mrs. Johnson, “so just have a seat right there on the couch. Coffee?”

College life teaches one never to turn down anything free. Despite my reluctance, I accepted and perched carefully on the all-too-new couch. Mrs. Johnson bustled off into the kitchen, and I, not sure of what else to do, looked over the room once more.

In so doing, I noticed something I had missed before- a wall of pictures, filled with beaming faces. In the first one, I recognized the Johnsons, though much younger and clad for a wedding, undoubtedly their own. Below that, a photo of Mrs. Johnson smiling painfully from a hospital bed, then another one of her in the same holding a slimy object that, though not entirely evident at first, was most likely a baby.

That must be Emily, I thought to myself.

The photo wall then turned into a chronicle of Emily’s life. A tiny baby Emily, nestled in her mother’s arms and suckling hungrily on a bottle. A few pictures of a slightly larger Emily sitting vapidly on a bed, chubby cheeks creased with a toothless smile. A before-and-after of Emily as a squishy toddler sitting in a high chair, the before showing a sizeable lunch, the after showing a terrific mess, with Emily sitting in the middle beaming. Emily at preschool, red-faced with the effort of recess. Emily getting on the bus to first grade. Emily getting on the bus to second grade sideways. Emily barely squeezing into the bus to third grade. Emily in a mobility scooter being lifted onto the bus to fourth grade. Emily straining an absolutely massive fifth-grade graduation gown. Emily leaning heavily on a walker clutching a letter reading “HOMESCHOOL EXEMPTION.” Emily sitting on the couch in an ill-fitting, stained T-Shirt, surrounded by food wrappers and crumbs galore.

The spot following that had no picture, just a piece of paper labeled “BED AND OXYGEN.”

I gulped.
Hoorah, the most depraved of all the threads is back - and what a reappearance! This intro is great, you'd better be planning to write more soon!
>>76

Thanks for the kind words! I plan to continue it soon for sure, but I'm not so sure when. I still have OCS 3 to finish, after all…

And how've you been? Anything new and fancy in the works?
>>81
Jolly good.
I don't know if you ever saw some of my suggestions for a new patient report over on Deviantart - the site sometimes seems bad at giving a notification when someone replies.

And eh, not really. I've been trying a couple new things, but nothing is quite coming together right now.
>>83
Oh, are you Mashuky? That clears everything up. I wasn't aware you two were the same.
I'm sorry to hear that, though. I hope something does soon, I miss Zo and Lizzie.

Also, a thought I just had that may or may not go over well: why don't we try doing little writeups of the fattest…shall we say…loli (?) we've seen in real life. For…"inspiration."
>>84
O' yeah. I guess in retrospect I never actually did say that was me, I just kinda assumed you'd know. Ah well.
And don't fear, I think I will get back to Zo and Lizzie sooner or later - their story will go on.

Hum, just like a descriptive passage? That could be cute.
>>85
Good to hear! And yeah, I probably should have figured it out; however, I'm an idiot. Good to hear that Zo and Lizzie aren't finished, they were amazing.

Yeah, exactly. I would start but I've got nothing good; everyone in my area is far too thin.
>>86
I know the feeling… I need to go live in Copeland; apparently 75% of people are overweight there.
Well whatever - just write a fictional, but very realistic and grounded, passage.
>>84

Cool idea! I'll contribute.

I was at a flea market a few years ago and saw this absolute whopper of a girl wedged way too tightly into one of those fabric lawn chairs. I mean she was absolutely oozing out of the thing- over and under the armrests and all. She was absolutely drenched in sweat-even though it was September- kept whining to her mom that she was hungry and kicking her little legs. I must have walked past that stand about 20 times, mostly out of curiosity- firstly, that she was so fat, and secondly, that that crappy little chair was keeping her supported. Eventually, when I went up to buy something- I don't remember what, I think an old cheese grater- I was able to figure out- the chair was sitting on top of an old wooden footstool. The girl was bending the legs and sagging the chair all the way down on top of it. Jesus, she was a whopper. I've seen the mother at subsequent flea markets but not her- I've been meaning to ask what happened (read: if she was somehow housebound) but never got the courage up to do it.
>>94
You can delete posts. Tick the checkbox next to your post then hit the 'delete' button at the bottom of the page.
>>84
‘twere earlier this year, in the fair shoppe of Waitrose
When my curious eyes met a vision moste fair
A young girl, with plump cheeks as red as a rose
And bobbed at her shoulders, silken blonde hair

But despite these and other fine features most splendid
‘Twas none of these aspects that captured the eyes
For one’s bright attention both started and ended
At the shivering sight of her remarkable size

For by my estimation, as I gazéd transfixed
By that young Artemis who knew nothing of shame
Was that through dark sins of sloth and gluttony mixed
Her breadth and her height had become one and the same

So round was her body, clad in fat like a robe
That given free hand, a pen, and blue and green ink
I thought she would make a most functional globe
Though whenever she breathed, Atlantis might sink

She wore a white blouse of interminable volume
Yet her form it hugged closer than lovers in strife
‘Tween each button her flesh like pale mushrooms did bloom
From that garment so tight that I feared for her life

And glory be, I thought, to that bold law of nature
Which declared white fabric’s unique attribute
For when stretchéd as ‘twere by Artemis’ stature
Opaque ‘came transparent, and unveiled her fruit

But that moment did end, as all joy does time ruin
And that luminous creature was gone from my sight
Struggling away beneath the weight of her sin
That burden of Atlas on shoulders so slight
>>98

Dude, this is awesome! I shouldn't wonder if fat-related poetry becomes a thing now.
>>99
Thanks! I would love to read some fat-poetry. The main problem with it is that it just takes bloody ages :P
Irrelevant bump, but so far only Hessian and I have shown up in this thread, outside of some anons. Any other namefags out there? Natsu-Kashi? Uknon Paricha? ANYONE????

Also, my skype is hans.walder1943, if anyone's interested. Please be interested, I'm lonely.
>>103
I'm busy, I'll make sure to bully you when everything clears up.
>>107

Sounds good to me! Also, for anyone wondering, I am making significant progress on both OCS 3 and the Emily story I posted on the top of the page (the latter mainly due to an in-progress RP with techy). So there's that.
Loli thread et al, I've been wondering. Writing.com has a few stories concerning the younger among us, but the vast majority of them have been invaded, destroyed, and in some cases even created by people who really shouldn't be allowed anywhere near a keyboard. Should we go into one or another of them and have a big ol' thread-wide collab? We could, in a way, make lolis great again.

Thoughts?
>>123
Make Lolis Great Again.
I love it, let's do it. I suppose either Little Girls Big Weight Gain, or just Big Little Girls would both work. I used to contribute fairly regularly to both of those, and I must say the latter was much the superior despite, or perhaps because, it was the less popular story.
>>124

I agree completely. Should we start with a new girl, or try to improve one that's already extant?
>>125
I vote the former
Alright. I'll try to throw up an options chapter soon.

>>126
>>123
You're just gonna get fucked in the ass Nowaya. The better bet would be to gain money and spend it on the shit hole so you can be in control of it since it'll end up littered from entries by the usual suspects.

Still not the time for bullying.
>>128

I realize that you can't entirely cut the cancer out, but thus far they've avoided the story we're looking at. And, hey, what the hell. Everything's worth at least one try.

Too bad. I eagerly await the day I can be bullied over Skype.
I don't like lolis as objects of sexual attraction in and of themselves, but I've developed a morbid fascination with the childhood years and development of fatties. Am I welcome here?
>>130

Most certainly- that's rather how I am as well. Please come on in! Our tiny niche-of-a-niche can always use more people.

Also, I'm drawing the hugest possible blank on a new girl for Big Little Girls. If anybody else wants to have a go, the link is here: http://www.writing.com/main/interact/item_id/1896271-Big-Little-Girls/map/
>>129
>Everything's worth at least one try
Yeah but at the same time they can very easily destroy the route you guys get going with no way to take it out.

>>130
>Entertainment over porn
I've been barking up that tree for a lot of things.
>>132
I've talked to the guy who actually owns the story before, he's cool. He'll delete anything particular egregious.
Just make sure to always leave two different viable options for progression at the end of a chapter and I think it'll be fine.
>>131
Not hoping for any type of loli in particular?
>>134
Aye, does anybody have a strong preference/dispreference as to character or setting or anything?
>>134
>>135


Not a one. Show us what you've got.
>>136

^that was me just now btw, forgot the name
>>137

Arly Harrison
>Age:11
Hair:Blond/curls framing face/ponytail in back/stops at shoulder blades when let down
>Eye color:Blue
Weight: Thin
>Family wages:Rich
Personsality:Acts aloof in an attempt to gain friends by looking cool but from the kids knowing who her family is; only ends up driving people away from thinking she's acting stuck up with it also leading to her getting bullied when in fact she's actually a sweet girl who means well but has the social grace of a soggy tomato while also being gullible to boot.

Only a couple years after she was born, her parents split up with her mother taking her since her father needed to focus on his company. Arly was raised in the city with nothing but boys close enough to play with and a school almost as offset so she ended up developing a more boyish way of acting that had all the neighbor boys who saw her as a sort of little sister messing with her (pranks and whatnot you sick fuck). When Arly was 9, her mother died leaving her to be sent back to her father who she hadn't seen in spoken to in years causing her to get depressed thinking about why from mistaking his workaholic tendencies as not loving her. In her time since moving back down south the young girl hasn't gotten any friends yet beyond the mansions maids and a cat while having started copying her fathers way of dressing (business type suits) and when he's around; his mannerisms as an attempt to get him to like her more.

Possible reasons for gaining:
Comfort eating
>Nothing restricting her
Finds a friend who's a bad influence
>Trying to fill out suit better so it wouldn't look so limp on her in comparison to her father
Discovers lots of interesting places that serve good food
>The girls bullying her decides to take it future and use her gullibility against her for a quick laugh but she never realizes they were only messing with her and keeps doing whatever
>Not having any friends and a big house of nothing leaving her lazing around and eating while playing games or watching tv/internet stuff or going out into town to eat, help get groceries, clothes/entertainment shopping, yadda yadda




For a different story there are two girls who one day meet one another and become the best of chums almost immediately; one is a slacker of a girl who is a really messy eater even though she never really eats much food leaving her as a thin girl and is pretty much messy in whatever she does while the other is prissy to a T and acts too mature for her age who while she eats a lot of food leading to her being a little chubber, she never leaves the table with so much as a speck of food marring her cloths nor her soft porcelain skin. Both their parents seeing how their daughters new friend acts decides to try and get the two to hang out more to help balance each other out so that messy girl won't have her mother constantly washing things while the clean girl needs to mellow out more and maybe eat a little less.

Reason they gain:
The plan's a double edged sword with the prissy girl constantly offering the messy one the same thing she is currently munching on so that with time the messy girls stomach capacity blows up along with the rest of her while prissy having a buddy to talk with and gain more snacks from her passive parents leads to her own growth for her little buddy to follow. In the end they both blow up but end up balancing out each other to their parents half defeated relief.
>>139
Are you suggesting this as a character we could write about?
>>132
>Entertainment over porn
>I've been barking up that tree for a lot of things.
Eh, it's more like prelude or prequel to porn. The sort of ideas I'm interested in end in, or at least point towards with the ending, the girls future.

For example, any good stories about a (very) young feedees self-exploration? Noticing fat/pregnant ladies, sticking out their stomach, that sort of thing?
>>141
Oh and while I'm sticking testing the waters, any good stories about /ll/ where the loli is the feeder?
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>>140
Why else would I make the post? I'm still in away mode.

>>141
Ah, lifetime reads, you're fucked but at least you'll always have Lilo.
>>146
Is that a morph?
>>147
No, just the swim coach being a perv.
[spoiler]Filename makes me think I got it from nijie and I've never seen a morph/edit there.[/spoiler]
For all those interested in this collab idea, I have created a new girl in the story in question. The link is here:

http://www.writing.com/main/interact/item_id/1896271-Big-Little-Girls/map/141

>>139
Uknon, I'm not trying to overstep you, don't worry. I just wouldn't feel comfortable writing up somebody else's starter chapter.
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>>149
You mean I typed all that shit over doing an event I was procrastinating to the last possible moment because I got mixed up from a bad case of pudding brain?!!

Someone at least do me the favor of picking a reason for the gaining; maybe then I can think up something instead of walking in circles.
>>151
Pardon? I'm not sure what you're saying, sorry.
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>>152
>Possible reasons for gaining:
>Comfort eating
>Nothing restricting her
>Finds a friend who's a bad influence
>Trying to fill out suit better so it wouldn't look so limp on her in comparison to her father
>Discovers lots of interesting places that serve good food
>The girls bullying her decides to take it future and use her gullibility against her for a quick laugh but she never realizes they were only messing with her and keeps doing whatever
>Not having any friends and a big house of nothing leaving her lazing around and eating while playing games or watching tv/internet stuff or going out into town to eat, help get groceries, clothes/entertainment shopping, yadda yadda

Help me attempt to think up a good starting point by picking one.
Bumping thread so it doesn't die.

I'm glad you guys are writing for Susan! I will add a chapter soon, I promise, I've just been feeling terribly uninspired. Also, I have cousins living in my room for the holidays so writing on my computer is difficult. Nevertheless, I will engage my thumbs and write something someplace sometime somehow.
>>191
That's alright, man. I know the feeling when one just has no inspiration for a while for no apparent reason…
I'll keep adding to the story whenever I can, feel free to join in whenever you feel inspired or whatever.
>>205

Finally got off my rear end and wrote a chapter. Praise be.

That said, Happy New Year, everyone. I hope it's not creepy to say that I'm glad you guys exist.
Here's a stray thought I thought I'd share. Story told from the perspective of an adult woman terrified by her recent weight gain, because she spent her childhood like this

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y9FURpceayI
>>209
Nice, I have also added again.
It's always nice to know there are others out there - a happy new year to you too!
>>210
That could be interesting. Perhaps told with flashbacks to her youth as she falls into the bad old habits.
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>>216
Exactly that, yeah.
I have a question for you, /loli/ (if I can call you guys that). I'm working on OCS 3 now, and I've got about a quarter or so finished- however, it is really incredibly gross in terms of slob level, and I worry that I may have gone way, way over the line. In that vein, I would appreciate one or another of you taking a look at it- the last six pages specifically- and telling me what you think.

Link here: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Q01sIlW3PDdzidYMy0lZ00Q8fIEY5CkHGoFxWzzFKFs/edit?usp=sharing

Warning: VERY disgusting!
>>234
>I have a question for you, /loli/ (if I can call you guys that)
Please no; I don't wanna end up lolifying you guys in my mind.

>>215
Essie
>>234
Aya
>>218
Lini

[spoiler]Because it's already started happening.[/spoiler]
[spoiler]Shipping's a gateway drug…[/spoiler]
>>234
eh, personally i think that while the slob level isn't to bad, i think more focus could be placed on the weight and the effects on mobility as opposed to the effects on the bodily functions.
>>235
Goodness me. Essie, Aya and Lini.

I'm surprisingly okay with this.
Trying something different. I am currently livestreaming myself writing the same story I posted earlier. It's basically the same, except laggier and with a chat.

Try it out: https://picarto.tv/nowaya
>>245

Stream closed. Thanks to the 2 guys who came on.
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>>247
Picarto still forces you to join to post in a stream?
>>252
Unfortunately, I think. Though maybe I just have it configured wrong.

Why do you ask, did you try to get in?
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>>253
That's the main reason I never bother with the place; no matter who's streaming.
>>75
>>103
Damn it! I'm actually embarrassed as to how long it took me to realize that the site was moved and it wasn't just a problem only I am having.
Go wild with that first idea, nowaya, I have a feeling you're going to take it somewhere new.
I'm all down for an arc on writing.com shared by just us /elite/ (love that name; so descriptive) so I'll see what you've done with it so far.
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>>241
Well now we know who will be the pervert

>>255
On a scale of 1-10, how lonely were you?
[spoiler]Natalia Kasheen[/spoiler]
[spoiler]I really need to remember to ask about this getting fixed[/spoiler]
>>256
It was pretty lonely. I thought I had been banned. lol

I have plenty of new ideas for stories I've come up with. I'm much better at coming up with ideas than getting to writing them. I'll post some ideas as fantasy fuel while I get to finishing Special Babysitter chapter 2 (12 pages in MS Word so far)
>>257
Bans are far more blatant than just being unable to post. I've been banned on every one of the chans this community goes to except 8Chan and they're all the same.

Speaking of ideas; I came up with one while watching a breast expansion webm on gelbooru.

It involves a dumb tomboy finding out her mother's a succubus from the tomboy turning into one during a blood moon after her first period. Since she's still boyish minded but with a huge chest slapped on her tiny frame; horns; a pair of flight capable tiny wings and a devil tail instead of her old board-like normal body (only part normal humans can see is her rack unless her mother allows someone to see past the spell to make them look human). Since she's a tom, she's terrible with sexual situations unlike her mom and after discovering she gives off pheromones that made her buds infatuated with her (and anyone else in the town she gets near); she elects to stay housebound in the hopes it'll wear off. In the end it doesn't so she elects to try and look ugly enough to make everyone treat her normally so she can have fun with her friends again instead of babbling like an idiot. Since she doesn't wanna hurt herself and her face pretty much looks the same; she decides to get fat since it's easy, she enjoys food, and whenever what's happening to her stops or she can find a way to have people stop being attracted to her, she can turn it all into muscle.

Gonna try and keep shit short and sweet like that instead of the huge thing I was writing before. Need to learn how to cut down on the details.
>>260
That's perhaps the most unique idea I've read yet. I love it.
I'll pitch the idea that you consider adding a change in her pheromones as she gains weight. That could mean anything from them becoming stronger and affecting boys and men from a longer range, or changing the exact way humans become infatuated with her from wanting sex to wanting to feed her.
For a story like this I think it would benefit from details and explanation. It's complex enough that anything quickly glossed over would feel like a disappointment. I encourage you to take the time to "tell and then show" the details of being a succubus or how the weight gain affects it.
>>261
Since the pheromones has everyone infatuated with her, it can stand to be said that her increased appetite from gorging so much to make herself fatter quicker that her tummy regularly grumbles so they end up being waiter slaves instead of sex slaves. The way she is, I imagine would cause her to be easily gropeable while she's enjoying a meal since she's so focused on enjoying the meal to get embarrassed.


>For a story like this I think it would benefit from details and explanation

I had 3 large paragraphs and counting, it was around 5am, and I didn't wanna be up any longer creating a short story. Don't worry though; I have it saved to add to later, you sick fuck.
>>255
Goodness me, that Writing.com chapter you wrote was excellent. Bravo! I hope you will contribute again, that was top-notch.

>>256
Let's be realistic - we're all perverts here.
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>>265
Yes but there's always ones who excel in the art over all others. Not to mention when it comes to this part of my mind it's more based off your personalities and how you react to things than what we all are as a whole.
Hey Hessian, just wondering, but what's your status on the Liz and Zo story?
>>291
I've been distracted by other projects, my love life, family and career.

By which I mean I've been procrastinating and doing nothing at all useful with my time.
I definitely mean to do more of Liz'n'Zo soon - I enjoyed writing it, certainly, and people seem to have enjoyed reading it - but when faced with chucking out another chapter on Writing.com or actually sitting down and putting in effort for something I genuinely want to be good… well, I tend to end up writing a lot of Writing.com chapters.
Bumpity bump bump… anyone still alive in here?
>>319
Aye. Somehow the sheer amount of apathy in my life hasn't finished me off quite yet.
>>320
Soon…
>>319
Still here. Just lurking.
Also, nowaya, are my messages on writing.com being sent properly?
>>322
Yeah, I did get them. I'm just bad at answering my emails, sorry…
As a sort of apology for the lateness of Babysitter chapter 2, I'll share one of the many things that's been distracting me from it: a new story idea and most of a chapter from it.

The main characters are siblings Thomas and Lena, aged 18 and 11. Lena suffered from polio as an infant and lost most of her muscle control below the waist, but none of the sensitivity. She can't walk and relies on a wheelchair to move herself- that is, when Thomas isn't around to carry her. Thomas takes great pride in looking after the needs of his obese sister, and carries her, bathes her, dresses her, changes her diaper, and cuddles her (yes, that is a need). Lena is a pretty pampered princess at home, but is definitely sweet about it instead of bratty. The two don't have much of a social life outside of each other. During the story the two realize they have attraction for each other, but I haven't yet decided how much or in what way to explore that. Some other scenes I want to include are Thomas tickling Lena (since her fat, weak legs can't kick him) and Lena having a wet dream while sleeping in bed next to Thomas. If I'm feeling perverted I'll include some things like bladder torture but not scat. Overall I want this story to be cuter and more "moe" than Babysitter. A lot of my ideas aren't finalized so I'm open to opinions and suggestions from the audience. Please tell me some things you'd like to see from this.


A Princess at Home
By Natsu-Kashi
My sister Lena has been bound to me, and I to her, from the moment I first held her days-old form in my childish arms. From that day onward, I was transfixed by my baby sister. I could scarcely go an hour at home without peering into her crib or Mom’s lap to look at her face and make sure she was still safe. At a family gathering, my eight-year-old self gently rocked her bundled form as I wandered throughout the house, and aunts teased my mom about which of us loved her more. I think she thought at that time that I would eventually get bored of her and return to my usual self, but when Lena was diagnosed with polio things turned down a different path.

She survived the disease, but was left nearly paralyzed below the waist. For me, this didn’t make too much difference. The Lena I had known was an infant who was not ready to walk or be potty trained, so the fact that she never would do either was something easy for my youthful self to comprehend. Nothing had changed in my eyes.

When Mom transitioned to bottle-feeding Lena, I pestered her to let me be the one to do it. When Dad changed her diapers or bathed her I attentively watched until he trusted me to do it myself. Over time I became as much of her caregiver as her parents were, and in present day, I am even more so.
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The fat of Lena’s body yields and squishes as she rests her weight on my side. Of course she wants to cuddle, so I shift myself on the sofa and pull her body so her back reclines against my chest. She sighs contentedly and puts her hands over mine, securing them in their position wrapped around her middle. I can imagine her eyes lazily shutting as a smile sweeps over her face. She doesn’t seem too interested in the TV.

“Ready to be done with the day already?” I tease.

She twists her neck to sort of look up at me but not quite. “I ate as much dinner as you did. I deserve a bit of a food-coma-nap.”

Lena’s habit of eating as much of me is by no means recent, and it shows on her porky body. Her generous diet and inevitable lack of exercise has left every part of her body soft and squishy at the very least. A round, bulbous middle dominates her torso and her lap with very few creases or folds. Her legs are pushed apart by the doughy mass of her unused thighs. Her body has adapted to the unreasonable amount of time spent sitting on her rear by planting a majority of its padding there, and the end result is a bubble butt of size and shape unreasonable for either adult or child. Even her arms– the most-used part of her body– have a thick layer of pillowy fat over the muscle that is all-too-easy to pinch.

My obese sister falls into a doze in my arms, and with my eyes staring at the TV but not registering it, so do I. I concentrate on her slow, heavy breathing and try to take one breath for every two of hers. Her full tummy gives occasional gurgles of digestion which I hear as they are transmitted through my ribs. This is peace. Lena is satisfied, and so am I.

The girl in my arms is awakened by a gentle self-induced jolt. She wiggles a bit and finds she can’t quite get comfortable. She cranes her neck to look at my face, “Tommy, can you change me?

“Sure,” I answer, pushing her off of my chest. She reaches outward with her arms and grasps the air with her fingers like a toddler. I pick her up under the shoulders at first before setting one hand underneath her shelf butt. There’s excessive squishing amongst her whole body, but the dependent girl sits comfortably in my arms.

At eighteen years old, I am 170 pounds of pure muscle. From her infancy until present, I have made it my mission to carry my disabled sister wherever she wished, and as her weight grew, so did my strength in order to accommodate. She probably weighs more than two hundred pounds at this point, but from sheer practice and conditioning, lifting her it is not much more troublesome than a bag of groceries.

Our house consists of only one floor, so I don’t have to carry Lena up any stairs to take her to her room. I lay her down gently on the bed and she watches with wide eyes as I undress her.

Of course my first move is to turn her over on to her front. Because of her enormous rear end, her lower half is much larger in back than in front, and it’s a simpler task to peel of her strained sweatpants from this side than if she were laying on them.
I feel sorry for those sweatpants. They try their best, but no eleven-year-old should be expected to have hips, thighs, or a butt sized like that. The woefully-underprepared garment is stretched almost to breaking point across Lena’s wide expanses of flesh. The meat of her body jiggles as it is removed from its cloth prison and then seems to swell and expand once free of confinement. The shed garment I’m left with in my hands resembles a discarded snake skin, or an exhausted mother who just gave birth to octuplets.

The white diaper underneath fits much more comfortably to her bloated shape, even if it covers only a small portion of her buttocks. It does what it needs to, and nothing more, a fact that I’m well aware of as I unfasten it from her hips. The sights and smells underneath are what bring new fathers to unpleasant tears, but thoroughly desensitized as I am, I clean up the mess methodically with no fuss.
I wipe her down, but knowing the usual routine, suggest, “How about a bath?” She gives a hum of approval and I once again turn over and pick up my sister, now nude except for an ill-fitting tee shirt.

The bathroom happens to be directly across the hall from Lena’s room, and I carry her there and set her massive, pillow ass on the generous ledge of the walk-in tub. This bathtub better resembles a Jacuzzi, and was designed for the elderly and wheelchair-bound.

She lifts her thick arms up when I pull her shirt up over her head and expose her single, round spare tire of a belly and plush chest which was just starting to selectively thicken further and form breasts. A thick streak of blood in her diaper several months ago was never something I could have missed, so changes to her body like this last observation were expected. Overall, though, they change little. Lena is still immobile and thoroughly spoiled by her brother.

Inside the tub, I wriggle out of my own clothing and turn on the hot water. Lena tries her best to splash her feet in the rising water, but her heels move no more than an inch at most. She gasps and her whole upper body stiffens as the level of the hot, cozy bathwater reaches her crotch, but a second later sighs with relief and relaxation. Her bladder control muscle is a finicky one, but still obeys the universal rule that warm water is a unique stimulus to it.

The bath is now full up to her upper chest, and I shut off the valve. It barely reaches my navel, so I curl up my legs and dunk my torso and head underneath. Lena splashes water with cupped hands onto her head from her seat. I help with my own hands until her straight, brown hair is almost black and stuck to her neck with wetness. A bottle of shampoo makes a puddle of pink goop in my hand which I then smear into my sister’s hair. I work the shampoo around her hair as I please while she remains docile. By stepping back, I nonverbally announce her head as clean. She then takes the shampoo bottle herself and bids me to sink down so she can wash my own hair. Though I can’t see it now, I know that there is a smirk or little grin on her face, since this is about the only chore that she is able to do for the benefit of her beloved big brother. Her hands dunk my head under the surface to rinse, and I reemerge after a few seconds.

I wipe my eyes and regain my vision just in time to reflexively catch the soapy sponge tossed toward my face. Lena grasps a pair of handles on the side of the tub in preparation to be washed. I reach around her waist and lift her buoyant body so her chest and belly break the surface. One hand holds her here while my other scrubs her exposed skin until it shines, eliciting giggles and twitches from the ticklish adolescent. I then hold her ankles so I can wash her legs, then bid her to turn over so I can repeat everything on her back side. Baths like these have been done hundreds of times before, and require minimal communication at this point.
>>324
Holy crap, this is amazing! I've never considered immobility at so low a weight, and it's really something! Nice work!

Also, Susie's back in business, boys! I finally got off my rear end- with some help from Natsu-Kashi- and wrote another chapter. Here it is:
http://www.writing.com/main/interact/item_id/1896271-Big-Little-Girls/map/141231212211211212212121222
>>321
One can always hope.

>>324
This is very cute. I hope to see some more soon!

>>326
I'll get around to contributing another chapter in the next few days, I promise. I keep drafting them out and then never bothering to actually write them out properly!
I wrote some more for Susie's story, and really pushed the 10000 character limit once again. It's pretty impressive what a combination of insomnia, booze, and a desire to escape my real problems can do.
>>329
>Insomnia, booze, and a desire to escape my real problems
Are you me?
>>330
I'm pretty sure this applies to most young amateur writers.
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>>332
More like everyone on the internet that's not heavily invested in social media.
Any continuation of the Emily story at the top of the page? Can I find any more or is there more in the works?
>>340

Progress is slow, but if you'd like to see what there is you can click on this link right here.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1iVkwfv3zCeHNpQ0S8oMV2zeW0xMdXQfWQHgdqVPtt5s/edit?usp=sharing
>>342
Wow! Loving the direction anyway! Good job. She's such a blob ^^
>>349

Thanks, man! I'm glad you're enjoying it and the blob-loli within!

If you're looking for more of my work, I have some more here: nowaya.deviantart.com

Thanks for checking Emily out!
Just in case any or all of you were feeling too lazy to click on the link, here is some more of the story from >>75. I hope you guys enjoy!

Just then, with a clatter of crockery, Mrs. Johnson returned with the coffee. I took it gratefully, cupping my cold hands around the mug, grateful for something in this house which seemed real. After a minute, I took a quick, abortive sip. It was far too hot, but the scalding helped me compose my thoughts. After a few quick coughs, I struck up a conversation about the town we lived in and held it up quite well until a rattle at the door announced Mr. Johnson’s arrival.

“Hi honey!” he called, shucking his overcoat in the hallway. “How’s everything?”

“Everything’s great!” she called back, smiling. “Mitchell’s here!”

“Mit-Oh, Mitchell!” he replied. “Just give me a minute here and I’ll shake your hand. Thanks so much for coming!”

And he did so, after first giving his wife a quick kiss on the cheek. This handshake, unlike the one in the coffeeshop, was crisp and strong- no lack of confidence for either of us. He and his wife then stared expectantly at me. I stared back, uncomprehending, and an awkward silence prevailed until Mr. Johnson broke it somewhat dramatically a minute later.

“Well!” he exclaimed, clapping his hands together. “Shall we go and say hello to Emily?”

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I noticed the smell first. As soon as I stepped into the back hallway, it was there, faint yet distinct. I thought at first it may have come from the kitchen- we were right next to it, after all, and it was certainly big enough were some food scraps could have gone missing for long enough to produce the smell. As we walked onward, though, I realized that could not be it. It was not just old food- it was old food mixed with sweat mixed with even worse things. To distract myself, I asked “So, what does Emily have?”

Mrs. Johnson looked back at me, uncomprehending. “What?”

I tried again. “I mean, why does Emily need my help? She must have some terrible illness, right?”

They both looked back at me then, then at each other. “You didn’t tell him?” Mrs. Johnson hissed nervously.

“I didn’t want to turn him away!” Mr. Johnson snapped back, then looked at me again, a strained smile on his face. “Listen, just….you’ll see, alright?”

He turned back around and pressed onwards, his wife in tow. I followed, passing door after door, the dread in my heart and the smell in the air growing worse with every step. Finally, we reached the very last door, labeled with a small, crayon-written sign saying, in curly, childish letters, “Emily’s Room.”

We entered. I stared, uncomprehending, at what I saw.

The room was almost an exact contrast to the rest of the house. The walls, rather than being flat off-white, were a hideous pink pastel, adorned all over with posters and pictures of various foreign boy bands and other feminine things. A television- this one clearly well-used- blared out bright pictures of a children's cartoon. And, rather unpleasantly, it stunk. In here, actually, it wasn’t bad- clearly somebody had sprayed air freshener around a few minutes ago- but enough to be significant.

Of course, considering the size of its occupant, that was somewhat to be expected.

Emily- for this was Emily, to be sure- was an absolute blob.

She half-sat, half-lay upon a queen-sized bed that was clearly rather inadequate for her, as various rolls and swells of flab were poking over the edges. Most notably, the lowest roll of her triple-tiered belly, a massive, flabby expanse spreading out of her front, pooled and spilling significantly over the end of her mattress. To its left and right, her legs, as well, were beginning a slow progression towards the floor- closer, clearly, than her feet, tiny and half-swaddled in ankle, had been in some time. Slightly higher up, her breasts, sacks of underdeveloped fat, hung similarly, draping off the sides of her flabby lump of stomach and coming to rest just in front of where her flabby hands lay. Higher still, her lowest, chin stretched out, covering a good portion of her upper chest, the bottom stair of a four-chin stairwell that climbed, at last, to her face, a small, pinched thing adrift amidst a sea of chin and fat red cheek. Her nose, in a sad testament to her great size, was fitted with an oxygen tube. Finally, to top it off, a headful of brown hair, loosely falling to either side of her head.

Without looking at the arrivals, she took several deep, wheezy breaths, sending her stomach into a fit of jiggles, and cried out "Mommy! I'm starving!"

"Oh, I'm sure you are, dear," cooed Mrs. Johnson soothingly, "but it'll have to wait. There's someone I'd like you to meet!"

She gestured towards Emily with one hand. "Mitchell, I'd like you to meet our daughter, Emily."

I gagged, but swallowed it. Slowly, carefully, I bent down next to her, contorting my face with effort into something like a smile. “Hi, Emily, I’m…I’m Mitchell.”

Then, in an absolutely idiotic move, I stuck out my hand for a handshake. Emily stared at it, small, piggy eyes uncomprehending, then, after several more deep wheezes, shoved her arm towards me, setting herself jiggling, and grabbed it, her sweaty hand in my larger one. She attempted to gasp out a “Hello”, but clearly the effort had been too much for her, so she instead let her arm fall and opened her mouth for something to eat.

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“Something” would be putting it mildly. I was immediately sent off to the kitchen to collect Emily’s lunch, which, once I arrived, I discovered to be two double-tiered metal carts- of the sort used to carry an overhead projector- absolutely overflowing with fatty foods. Mind-boggled, I grabbed one and pushed it to her room, where, instead of gracious thanks, I was instead informed, by a tight-lipped Mr. Johnson, that Emily’s lunch consisted of both carts, thank you, and sent off again to fetch the second. Then, when I brought that back, I was immediately ordered to begin feeding.

“Uh…alright….” I said worriedly, reaching for the nearest item of food- a reasonably-sized bowl of some sort of soup. “Uh…does anybody have a spoon?”

Behind me, Emily exhaled in a wheezy pattern that I realized was a laugh. Mr. Johnson looked at me like I was an idiot. “A spoon, Mitchell? Do you think our beautiful daughter will be sated by a spoon? Get going!”

I got going. Plates of potatoes, platters of pork, dishes of eggs and deep bowls of over-sweetened oatmeal all found their way into Emily’s massive gut. Amazingly, the enormous girl was able to keep pace with me, despite the fact that the simple exercise of eating seemed to be exhausting her. As we went on, Emily ‘s face got redder and redder, and more and more sweat poured off her already sweaty brow; nevertheless, every time I turned around to grab something else off the cart, her mouth would open and waiting every time I turned back. Mr. and Mrs. Johnson, on the other side of the room, looked on approvingly, and Emily looked up, always hungry- so onwards I fed.

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Finally, after nearly an hour of constant eating, Emily seemed to be slowing down, her formerly flabby blanket of belly turning slowly into a roundish glob of fat and food. After a final plateful of mashed potatoes she burped loudly and, too tired to even wheeze out a "Thank you," leaning back lazily onto her pillows. Her parents, pleased, let out a deep sigh of relief and began gathering plates, leaving those few that hadn't been wiped clean next to Emily as a snack for later.

"Thank you ever so much, Mitchell," Mrs. Johnson said, wiping her brow with one hand while clearing some trash with the other. "We couldn't possibly have done it without you. You see, we made Emily skip breakfast, so she was hungrier than usual."

“Skip breakfast? Why?” I asked, genuinely flabbergasted. They had spoiled their daughter to this degree, but they didn’t give her breakfast?

"Well, we wanted to see how you’d do," Mr. Johnson said gruffly, wiping some crumbs off his work shirt. "And you did admirably. But we're not finished yet. Can you go fill up that bucket in the corner? You see, Emily- oh no."

The large girl, stuffed to the brim and contentedly full, was naturally rather tired. And, when one of such a size is tired and full, muscles must necessarily relax. With a series of unpleasant sounds, Emily released her bowels from both ends, raising the stench in the room still higher.

"Come on, sweetie, you know you're supposed to wait a few minutes!" Mr. Johnson cried exasperatedly.

Emily's already red face blushed slightly redder. "Sorry…daddy…I just hff had to go…"

And, turning her fat face away slightly out of embarrassment, she went again, even more unpleasantly this time.

Mr. Johnson turned away. "Sorry about this, Mitchell, but you may as well get used to the job ahead of time. There's a big sink in the bathroom, two doors to the right; fill up that bucket and come back pronto. We've got work to do.”

Nodding, I turned to do so, but then the full force of what was going on smacked me like a train. Not only had I just participated in increasing the morbid obesity of a girl so morbidly obese she could not walk, I was only just about to start cleansing her of her own filth.

I reeled back, leaned heavily on the door frame, and burst out “I can’t do this.”

All three Johnsons stopped what they were doing and turned towards me. “What?” Mrs. Johnson asked, concerned.

“I can’t do this,” I repeated. “Sorry, but this is just too much. I can’t, in good conscious, keep making your daughter even bigger.”

Mr. Johnson’s florid face, heretofore a perfectly friendly, open gaze, hardened instantly into a mask of impassiveness. “Sorry, Mitchell, you don’t have a choice.”

Now it was my turn to be concerned. “Wh-What?”

Mr. Johnson took a step towards me. “You signed a contract, Mitchell. You agreed to work for us-with pay- for as long as we needed you. You agreed to stay here full-time and care for our Emily, or have you forgotten?”

My eyes nearly bulged out of my head. “F-Full time?”

“Full time,” Mr. Johnson confirmed angrily. “Now go and fill that bucket.”

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Cowed into submission, I filled that bucket. And for four days afterwards, I continued filling things- that bucket, for one, but also carts, crates, and Emily herself. Five times a day I fed Emily a full meal, plus snacks throughout; when I wasn’t actively feeding her, I was either making her next meal in the kitchen or cleaning her off from her last one. From 4 in the morning till 9 at night I was working, working, working; even then, I didn’t get to bed until 11, since, as I was still in university, I still had homework- more than usual, actually, as I was never in class. Then, I would collapse gratefully into the small bed in the guest room, only to wake up at 4 again, back at the grind once more.

For the first three days, both Johnsons stayed at home, watching my every move; probably making sure I wasn’t about to light out or call the police. The fourth, though, they went off to work, apparently satisfied. I had the house to myself, for all the good that would do me. Shackled to my schedule as I was, the only freedom I now had was the ability to watch television while I cooked.

It was on that day, though, that something dramatically changed.

It happened when I was tidying up after Emily’s lunch. I had just filled the bucket with soapy water and was busily scrubbing Emily’s various rolls and folds when, quite out of the blue, she wheezed out “Mitchell…”

“Hmm?” I asked, looking at her face. She very rarely spoke, as she was usually either too hungry or too tired, so something major must have been going on. “Oh, did you have an accident?”

“No!” she huffed indignantly, expending most of her energy in the process. After taking a few minutes to breathe normally again, she wheezily asked “Do you…have…any hff books?”

Flabbergasted, I did a momentary double-take. “Books?”

She jiggled her head slightly, looking sadly at the wall. Sweat streamed down her flushed face with the effort of communicating.

“Uh…sure, sure…give me a second,” I said, putting down my brush and rushing to my little room to have a look. The Johnsons hadn’t trusted me to leave on my own, but, seeing as I was the live-in help, they did get a few things from my dorm. One of which, by special request, was my very small library of good books. After a bit of deliberating, I selected one and returned to Emily’s room.

“Alright, I got one,” I proclaimed, setting it down on a small table. “Would you like to read it yourself?”

For an answer, Emily flopped her fat hands limply in place, sending ripples through her belly. “I can’t…haah…hold things anymore…arms…hff…get too tired…”

A wave of pity overtook me, and I smiled comfortingly at the large girl, marooned in her bed by her own size. “Hang on. Let me make this right.”

I headed down to the kitchen again and, after a bit of scouring, was able to find sufficient ingredients to make both her and myself mugs of hot chocolate- hers a good deal larger, naturally, and, as it was actually in a gallon jug, not exactly fitting the qualifications of “mug”. I returned quickly, passed her her “mug” and fitted a long straw between her lips to drink it with, pulled up a chair and, with a smile on my face, opened the book and began to read.

"In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort…”

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“…Deep down here, by the dark water, lived old Gollum, a small slimy creature. I don’t know where he came from, nor who or-”

I broke off, startled out of my reading by a sudden and undesirable noise. At first, I couldn’t place it; after a scant few seconds, I realized it was Emily using the “restroom,” i.e. a small plastic sheet underneath her rear end. I shut the book and, with mild exasperation, said “Emily, come on! We were just getting to the good part!”

The blob did not respond. I began to get nervous. “Emily?”

I looked over at her, hoping she was asleep. No such luck. Instead, the large girl was staring straight ahead, eyes wider than dinner plates, hands clenching her belly as hard as they could. I realized, with no small shock, that she was abjectly terrified.

“Emily, what’s wrong?” I asked, even though I was fairly sure I knew what the problem was. A quick glance at the clock revealed that it was just past 4:30, and well past when I was supposed to feed Emily her post-lunch snack- that was supposed to have happened at 3 PM sharp. She was obviously starving- and, as spoiled as she was, I doubt she had ever experienced any kind of significant hunger in her entire short life.

Nevertheless, if I didn’t feed her, I was as good as dead. More than likely I actually would be dead, dispensed with in the woods, only to turn up two years later as a cadaver on Professor Bormann’s lab table.

I shuddered at the thought and got to work.
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>Manyara
>Dark skinned
>Now Thai
Which is it?
I have no Tai pictures
>>411

Asians are darker than white people, though. Thai people, especially from southern Thailand near the Malaysian border, are often quite so.

Source: Thai family
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>>412
Dark skinned is synonymous with black; ask any random person what race pops in their head first. If you use it for anything, you gotta point it out in some way at first introduction of a character.
>>413
*Technically* nowaya is correct to call her dark-skinned, but I'll agree with Paricha that I had assumed Manyara was black until specifically stated otherwise
>>413
>>421

Technically correct is the best kind of correct.

Also, holy shit, you guys are right. I must have done that by accident somehow, but I was thoroughly convinced it was true…sorry, Hessian, for ruining your creative vision. I must have been reading a chapter of Buttercombe and accidentally retconned everything.
>>411
>>423

I did write her as black originally (hence the African name and dark skin and such) but I think at some point someone - I recall it might have been Doggy - called her Thai and I guess it stuck.
Could we please get back to Loli's
>>435
Did we leave them?
>>429
Why not biracial
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>>435
They all died. /trans/ put age progressers in the food.

>>437
>Mixing races
Make the hair straight and I'll be happy
>>435

I'm afraid not. This is now the Fat Geriatrics Writing Thread: Shoot My Head Until Dead.

Kidding aside, certainly. There will be more lolis here posthaste, probably.
>>435
>>439
Have no fear. Engineer Natsu will get this train back on track in the most self-serving way he can think of: with a new (actually not that new) story idea.

I wanted another story about parents spoiling their kid and it turned into "how many feeders can one girl have?"
Girl is starting middle school (a favorite age of mine; puberty is a wonderful thing) and her parents got divorced and both went a little crazy in different ways. Her father decides he wants to go to culinary school, and finds out he's pretty good at it. He comes home every day and makes rich dinners for just him and his daughter, and she eats whatever he makes. Not only is the food tasty, but she wants to encourage him to keep going to culinary school and not lose hope.

Since the divorce, Girl's mother now thinks that anything Dad can do, she can do better. If she finds out Dad made Girl a cake, she'll make one that's bigger and better, or buy one after it becomes clear that his cooking skill is surpassing hers. Girl eats anything her mom puts in front of her too to keep her from feeling inferior and freaking out.

A short while later, Girl starts dating Boyfriend. Normally Dad makes lunch for Girl to take to school, but Boyfriend is a weaboo and insists on making her lunch too. She ends up eating two lunches each school day in order to please everyone. He also likes to take her on dinner dates. Boyfriend's parents own a restaurant (later they make friends with Dad because of this) and they beg her to try all sorts of things that they're thinking of adding to the menu, as well as wanting to make a good impression on their son's new girlfriend by spoiling her just a bit.

Having at first 2, then 5 feeders does a wonder on Girl's figure. She realizes that Boyfriend likes it, and that she does too, and now seeks to actively gain weight (although this changes little since everyone seems to insist on keeping her stuffed anyway). Feeling fat turns her on and she explores her sexuality this way. She won't get too crazy with her boyfriend but does learn to masturbate.

There's other ideas I have for it that I left out to be brief, and also details I haven't developed yet, so suggestions and criticism are welcome.

Really, there's not many new ideas here; I see dozens of stories like this on writing.com, but I hope to set myself apart from them a bit by being tastefully lewd and going to levels usually avoided by the masses. Natsu-Kashi isn't Natsu-Kashi without spoiling fatties and pushing sexual boundaries (or breaking them in the case of Babysitter).
>>460
I think this idea has a lot of promise to it - I like the idea of feeder after feeder turning up until it seems everybody in the girl's life just wants to give her food.
I'm not usually a fan of characters actually wanting to gain weight themselves though, but hey, if it's written well it could be great.

What sort of thing does 'levels usually avoided by the masses' entail, because that sure does sound tantalising.
>>462
Anything even remotely sexual involving underage characters is given a huge berth from what I see. Pedophilia is a scary thing to be accused of, but for myself I don't care about it anymore. Writing about 11-12 year olds masturbating and still sounding mature about it is something I haven't seen yet on writing.com. I may be looking in the wrong places though and they're actually out there, so if you know of maturely-written stories about lewd, fat lolis, I'd be ecstatic to read them.
>>463
Writing.com does seem to be fairly immature, I do see what you mean by that. I recall you did add a few chapters to the Susan branch of one story on there though - does that qualify as mature, at all?
It can be hard to be too mature about such subject matter - most sites won't even allow it if it gets too serious, so I suppose it puts people off. They don't know where, or whether they're allowed, to post.
>>464
Yeah, the real problem is which sites allow something like that. One of my first posts was asking where I could post Babysitter and not get banned. writing.com is loose that way so I would EXPECT people to take advantage of it but so far they've disappointed me one way or another.

I wanted to add to the Susan story because it's written by people from this board and some others you guys trust. In my opinion, it's maturely and skillfully written, but hasn't broken any new ground. In other words, it's doing the same things everyone else has done but better. That's no one's fault really- the story was always meant to stay in established comfort zones. Even so, none of that is going to keep me from following the story and adding to it when I think of something interesting.

I briefly thought about suggesting that this board (and trusted friends) start a new group story where we pushed boundaries, but I don't see how that would work well since our interests might be too varied. Nowaya likes immobility and slob and I don't really. I like voluntary gain and Hessian doesn't really. I'm more openly lewd than anyone I've noticed here (I'm a newcomer though, so take that as you will). It's barriers like that that can make it hard for all of us to contribute to one story with next to no rules, even if it branches.
I don't know- if anyone else thinks it might work I'll jump on the bandwagon and try it.
>>467
I'm curious, which branches of the Susan story are yours?
>>469
Susan's story is pretty linear so far. This is the first chapter I contributed.
https://www.writing.com/main/interact/item_id/1896271-Big-Little-Girls/map/141231212211211212212121
>>467
It's nice to finally see someone realize the futility of group activities in this community.

Since Granblue has been flipping me the bird; I'm gonna try and do something with either the Succubus or dressed for business loliso barring another headache, you can expect at least a synopsis tomorrowwhich probably means I'll be doing the succuloli.butt
>>472

Thread bump, don't mind me in the slightest.
Bump!
>>472
Now all I want is a Kana WG fic where she's being fed by her best friend/lesbian class mate.
>>578
I was waiting for someone to mention this.
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>>580
Shit got me too and I still haven't watched it. First time in a long time it's hard as hell to procrastinate past an anime.
After a long writers block, I finished Chapter 2 of The Special Babysitter last night, and finished editing just now. You can read it here: https://www.writing.com/main/view_item/item_id/2113837-The-Special-Babysitter-Chapter-2

I don't want to paste the whole chapter here because it's hella long and would flood the board. This might be the last chapter with a "mere" 18+ rating. After this, it could start to get weird, folks.
>>641
Well dude, you fucking killed it. Hopefully the next chapter won't take so long, but I couldn't possibly hold it against you even if it did.
>>641
Damnit man, stop this! You're making the rest of us look bad by being so consistently incredible.
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>>641
I enjoyed that a lot and I'm already looking forward to part 3.
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>>641
Excellent work. Take your time, don't let anything make you compromise on quality.
>>641
I really like how you're writing the main character and the situation in general.
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Thanks, everyone. I wouldn't be writing this if it was just for myself. There's no way I could have gotten even this far if I didn't have fans.
Cross-pollinating ideas from the other fat-loli thread.


We need more fatty Final Fantasy loli stories.
Krile, Relm, and Eiko for those who don't know them.
>>667
Someone's thirsty; makes me wonder how much you can make a mans dick want before he goes insane.
>>667
Hell, not just them. We've got plenty of Anime Loli's out there in need of a good imobilization.
Any stories about either Lilo or some other loli getting absolutely massive?
>>672

I've been vaguely wanting to write a story about fat Lilo for some time, but could never decide on a good direction/drive/whatever that isn't tired and overused. If any of you would like to contribute ideas, I would be most grateful.
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>>674
It's Lilo and Stitch; short of giving Nani a good paying job that really takes up her time, all you really have is experiments and tech/serums or whatever the big guy makes that isn't a bipedal alien dog.
>>674
How about a sort of AU story? Lilo has basically been controlling Nani's mind for a while. Because of this control, Lilo's been able to go on these crazy adventures without Nani forbidding her. Lilo has also made sure that none of Nani's relationships have worked out, because she wants her to be hers forever. Well, one day Nani snaps out of this control and notices what's going on. Angry at her sister, but fearful she might lose control of her mind again, she tries to figure out a way to keep Lilo from taking over her mind again, it's here she starts to notice Lilo's fattened up a little. Figuring out that if Lilo is too lazy and fat to do anything to her, she won't have to worry. Plus it will be cathartic to have Lilo be at her whims. Thus she starts to fatten up her little sister, all the while pretending she's still under her control. As Lilo fattens up, she remains oblivious to things, Nani making sure that her clothing is always up to date. Eventually Lilo begins to remain inside and pig out, and Nani starts to experiment with appetite enhancers, weight gain products, and muscle relaxants. The end result is an Immobile Lilo too fat to even speak. When her alien friends discover what has happened, with them having gone off on some months long mission, they figure that due to Nani being under the control, she couldn't refuse Lilo's requests and thus she ballooned up to this size herself. Lilo struggles to warn them but is too fat to speak, and they officially bring Nani out of Hypnosis. Pretending to only now realize what's happened to Lilo, Nani promises to slim her down as she escorts them out of the house. The story can end with Nani falling in love with the idea of fattening Lilo further, or Nani feeling like Lilo has learned her lesson and promises to start helping her lose weight… after she gets a solid boyfriend. Lilo, either way, feels a sense of helplessness/fear as she's now stuck like this for a long time.
>>678
For some reason I like this. It's an AU that still has a chance to make the cannon story useful. If anyone writes this I will read it.
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>>678
>Slutverse
What's the point of fan fiction if you're gonna drastically change the characters personality?
>>681
That's the point of AU stories. Or do you really think that canonically characters want to fatten each other up?
>>682
AUs are easy fatten tools and people are willing to shrug off fattening since that's what they were looking for but to a degree of difference when it comes to the mind. Turning characters into sluts or whatever where they were far from it just detracts from the character you're using and may lead to another Violet scenario where everything is mother loving and dick hunger when the character in question was a shy little shit just coming out of her shell.
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How about this: Keep the idea of Nani fattening Lilo up, but make it, instead, a misguided attempt to keep her out of harm's way and out of the clutches of the social worker.
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>>687
>fattening Lilo up
>to keep her out of the clutches of the social worker
That's worse. Nani has gone on record in wanting to keep Lilos bad eating habits under control which is why I felt Nani would be better off too busy to really notice while Lilo packs on the pounds with Pleakley being a pushover of a guardian and Social Workers would grab her and run the moment Lilos belly hits her thighs with her history keeping them on the edge if this is at the movie part instead of the series where they found other shit to keep themselves busy.
>>688

How about this: we go with the Nani getting distracted angle, and have the social from the movie get replaced somehow with a totally incompetent loser who allows the gain to proceed unabated.
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>>693
If you really wanna go with the Nani fattening her angle, you can go with it; anyone still into Lilo fats likely would eat any angle up. As a suggestion, I'd say fuck up her perception so she feeds Lilo fattening items while thinking they're healthy and maker Lilo skinnier who's actually becoming fatter to the point where she sees Lilo being severely underweight instead of the sack of fat she's become and starts trying to get her stuffed with lot more unhealthy and healthy food with Lilo too scared of punishment and the amount of exercise to undo it instead of Lilo making Nani into her fuck slave.

Why do you want to include child services; got something planned? Figure anyone doing Lilo would be more busy on Mertle and her gang or Victoria.
>>695

I'm looking at the social worker angle mainly because I haven't seen the movie in years and that's the only part of the plot I remember. I should probably do a bit of research first- is Mertle the one with the glasses?
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>>696
>that's the only part of the plot I remember
You're a weird guy.
>>699

So they tell me
How about we try for something not too out of left field but in line with things. A Lilo digs her own grave angle? She finds an alien who inputs suggestions into peoples minds, and she basically uses it to get away with what she wants. Initially it's simple like letting her stay up later or getting out of trouble, but eventually she uses it to get what she wants to eat. By making Nani think unhealthy food is very healthy, the input is set. Nani goes along with it and over time Lilo begins to plump up, as Nani doesn't see anything wrong with giving a little girl junk food for dinner. Well eventually she starts to fatten up a bit and when she wants to stop things, having learned her lesson, the experiment runs away. Unable to find him and reverse what he did to Nani, but at the same time not wanting to get in trouble with her sister for messing with her, she keeps her mouth shut and continues to eat unhealthy. She balloons under Nani who begins to go to extremes to make Lilo lose weight, however due to her seeing unhealthy food as nutritious, she keeps fattening Lilo unintentionally. The expansion keeps going on until the experiment eventually turns up, but at this time Lilo's obese. She asks the alien to make her want to lose weight and several months later she's lost a lot. She's still rather large, but it's manageable and the future looks bright for her. Even Nani gains a bit in this scenario, but due to her active lifestyle, she never get's more than borderline chubby/fat.
>>728
I really like this, except for the last bit. Fuck happy endings.
>>731
Fine, the story ends with Lilo getting too big to move and the alien doesn't show up again. She begs Nani for healthy food to lose weight and all Nani can do is feed her more and more unhealthy food as she's too big to exercise. Nani meanwhile starts to date a FA who finds the whole situation hot, while he secretly fattens Nani.
>>736
I don't know, I'm just a presumptuous consumer. Obviously the writer can write whatever they like. All I can say is that I find endings like that rather unsatisfying. I'd rather the story just ended while she was big, rather than cop out and skip to six months later when she's lost weight.
I'm sort of the same way too. On one hand I want them to be huge and not be happy about it. But on the other hand I feel bad reading a story where they are utterly miserable being overweight and or immobile. Personally I just want Loli girls getting unknowingly fat until they accidentally rip their panties.
>>739
I know, right? I'm jealous of the people who can enjoy intentional gain.
>>728
Kinda want to see this get a bit darker, and aside from the normal fatty issues, she starts to suffer from other side effects of a junk-food only diet.

Such as the meat sweats, very low energy, and some slobbiness.
How about this for a story? A girl, wanting to enjoy her childhood decides to reverse her age through means (magical, scientific, ext). Now a child with adult funds, the child side of her mind overlaps with her adult mind and causes her to act more like her younger age. She goes on a bit of a childish spree, wasting her money buying childish things and eating nothing but junk food. The older part of her mind reasons that once she returns to her adult form she'll be normal, and thus she gladly eats herself into obesity and beyond over the course of several years. Despite finding herself getting turned on by her body, and enjoying the feeling of playing with herself, she eventually pulls herself together to return to her normal age. However, the reversal has her body age as if it continued down the she was going down. So now she has the body of someone who spent their whole life eating. Immobile, horrified, and at the same time incredibly turned on, she can't even move and still managed to work herself off. Eventually able to repeat the process to return herself to her younger body, she manages to do so, but now she's an immobile Loli, so fat she can't even speak. The story would end with someone eventually finding the ball of fat, hearing it moan in sorrow/pleasure in its current form.
>>775
Please write this! I'm embarrassed now that I didn't come up with a version. I might just have to write my own reverse-aging weight gain story when I finish some other things.
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>>775
I need this
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>>787
Sadly, I've got no writing talent. However if anyone wants it they can have it.
>>788
It might be a while before I do something with it, but if no one else does it I should write it eventually
>>790
If you write it, I'll be sure to read it.
>>791
Well, bad timing for me to make that promise, because in the last few days I just started a HUGE (non-fetish) writing project, so "eventually" is sounding optimistic.
Hey all, I wrote a short thing that might entertain some of you. Behold:

Lola hated mornings. As far as she was concerned, they were just about the worst times in her life – besides, perhaps, gym class. They were long, boring and tiring, and cruelly insisted on occurring every single day.
It was her own fault, of course. She had a habit of staying up late at night playing video games alone in her room, and the mornings were all the more exhausting as a result. Her mom would wake her two hours before they were due to leave for school; a long time, but every minute was needed for the young girl to get ready for the day ahead, for Lola was not a normal girl.

She was, to put it bluntly, incredibly fat. Those words weren’t actually spoken aloud by anyone, but that was the phrase that invariably burdened the mind upon meeting the huge ten year old girl. The way people actually communicated the sentiment was by mincing it to various degrees. Her doctor said that she had a ‘serious weight issue’, or, if he was trying to scare Lola’s mom a little, that she was ‘morbidly obese’. Her mom, if forced to address it at all, called it their ‘little problem’. Teachers at school noted that she had ‘special educational requirements’. Other students would say that she was just ‘really big’.
And as for Lola: if she had to acknowledge it at all, she’d just blush, and stutter, and say nothing at all.

So, it was because of this ‘little problem’ that Lola required quite so long to get ready for school in the mornings. Her mom would wake her up early in the morning, and after a moment’s pleasantries, would help her yawning daughter up and out of bed. First stop was the bathroom, and for Lola this was perhaps the worst part of what was already her least favourite time of day. Still drowsy and lethargic from a short night of restless sleep she’d waddle slowly down the corridor to the bathroom, leaning heavily on her mom the entire way, until she could collapse onto the toilet and do her business. Then, again with the help of her mother, she’d clean up, wash her hands, and head downstairs for breakfast.
It had only been since last year that she’d needed her mom’s help to go to the toilet. For a few years she’d been free to go on her own – but then last March, to her abject and enduring horror, she’d found herself finally too fat to reach between her own legs to clean herself after using the toilet. Since then her mom had had to help her even with that most personal of matters, and what little freedom and privacy she’d had was gone. As such, visiting the bathroom was now a thoroughly unpleasant experience for her – she dreaded it, and tended to put it off for as long as possible.

By the time she was back out into the corridor and heading downstairs, almost half an hour had passed since she first woke and she was still in her nightgown, still unfed. Hunger pangs were now hitting her in full force, so sharp that sometimes she couldn’t help but groan aloud. As her mom helped her slowly descend the stairs, the rumbling of her stomach would become so noisy it was almost obnoxious, a constant gurgling and grumbling as the smell of food tantalised her. Eventually they’d reach the kitchen and Lola would collapse into a seat, in equal measure blissfully relieved to get her weight off her aching legs and urgently lusting for the meal that was now so close. Then, after a few agonising seconds of waiting, the meal would arrive and she would enter heaven.
If visiting the bathroom was the worst part of the morning, then this was the best. Now, finally, she was allowed free reign to eat, and eat, and eat. It was an incredible display to behold, platefuls upon platefuls of food vanishing as she tried desperately to fill the vast emptiness inside her. A decade of constant overfeeding and gluttony had left her with a stomach stretched far larger than a normal child’s, or, indeed, most adults. More significant than the physical though was the mental conditioning. She’d been trained to overeat in a way that most couldn’t even comprehend, stuffing herself even beyond her now massively expanded capacity. All the biological mechanisms in place to prevent injury through greed were overcome; Lola was the perfect eating machine, and eat she certainly did.

Before seeing her eat a meal, most literally couldn’t comprehend how a girl as young as her could be so horrifying obese. It only took the witnessing of one meal though, one of the five she ate every day, to understand. On this particular morning her mom had made pancakes – drowning in syrup, naturally – and over the course of forty minutes, Lola ate just over six plates of the sickeningly sweet stuff. Extraordinary for an adult; almost unbelievable for a ten year old girl.
Now feeling nauseous, uncomfortable, and more than a little worn out, but happily satiated by the three thousand empty calories sitting in her gut, Lola was ready for the rest of the morning. With fifty minutes left until school, there was still more to do.

The trip back up the stairs was much worse than the one down them. Now, with an intense pain spiking into her swollen stomach with every step, combined with the obvious issue that moving so much mass upwards was more difficult than letting it move downwards, by the time she reached her room again she was absolutely exhausted. She’d fall onto her bed once again, wheezing, almost fainting from the sheer stress on her body as she waited for her mom to find her an outfit. Occasionally she would legitimately pass out as she waited, exhaustion from the climb up the stairs compounding with her insufficient night’s sleep to knock her out.

After a time though – a time that was only growing lengthier as she got heavier - she had recovered enough of her strength to get to her feet and allow her mom to dress her. This was tiring, as well as being a little embarrassing as her mom stripped her completely naked then helped her dress again, but compared to the sheer humiliation involved whenever she had to visit the toilet, it was nothing.

It is a fact that obesity hastens puberty in girls; as a result, it was no surprise to Lola’s doctor when she began to show signs of development before she was even eight years old. Now, nearly three years later, she was rather alarmingly buxom for a ten year old – though how much of that was due to puberty and how much was just simple flab was hard to say. Standing completely naked in her room, breasts sagging onto the vast swollen globe of her stomach, she couldn’t help but feel an urge to cover herself up a little as her mother fussed around her. Girls her age needed privacy, but she had none. Her mom knew her body far better than she did – Lola could barely see much of her form, and could reach even less. Her mom, meanwhile, saw and touched all when she cleaned her daughter every other evening.

First one foot, then the other was raised as Lola’s mom began the lengthy process of dressing her daughter. She slid a pair of panties up her daughter’s thick, flabby legs, struggling to get them past to sheer bulk of her daughter’s massive thighs. Eventually she managed to get them in place, the fabric immediately disappearing from view between her huge buttocks and beneath her sagging belly. The next item, a skirt, was a little easier; Lola’s mom pulled it up to her daughter’s waist, then buttoned it beneath her swollen gut.
Now that her panties and skirt were on, Lola could finally sit down again, slumping back onto the bed to let her mom pull socks onto her numb feet. Now she just had to raise her arms long enough to allow her mom to pull a t-shirt over her head – another task that was becoming harder and harder for her. The drooping pads of flab hanging from her arms caught briefly in the arm-holes, delaying the process for a moment and making her whimper from the strain of keeping her arms raised, but then her mom was stretching the shirt over the mounds of her breasts and belly and she could let them fall back heavily to her sides.

Now, she was finally just about ready for school. After another minute to catch her breath once again, she embarked on the journey back down the stairs. That ate up yet more time, and from the irritably clicking sound her mom made upon checking her watch, they were now officially behind schedule. She was once more permitted to sit down, this time on the stool that was placed sensibly besides the front door, and her mom hastily tied Lola’s shoes for her. Then it was just a few select steps out of the front door, down the path, and into the car.
Her mom helped her in and buckled her up, then hurried back into the house to grab Lola’s schoolbag and lock up – and that was the first time in the day Lola was alone. Sitting in the car, trying to ignore the massive pressure in her gut that was only exacerbated by the uncomfortably tight seatbelt digging in between her breasts and across her belly, she had just a few moments to reflect. Then her mom was back, the car was coughing into life, and they were setting off once again for school.

Thus ended Lola’s morning routine, aged ten years old. The rest of the day was usually a lot more enjoyable for the unusual young girl – at least compared to the exhausting, humiliating mornings. She could nap in school to catch up on some sleep, after all, and snack during break. However, the lethargy and daze of weariness she felt in the mornings were becoming constant, whether she’d had a good night’s sleep or otherwise.
Like all things in Lola’s life, things were only set to become worse.



An aside - what's with the character limit? I thought that was raised, or am I mistaken?
Anyone know what happened to the story about the girl and her little sister? The little sister was fattening up rather rapidly, while the older sister was gaining a little bit as well. The older sister was attracted to the younger, and she knew it was wrong, and was struggling to suppress her desires. I think it was on the old site, and I'm wondering if anyone knows about a reporting somewhere else, or a new chapter.
>>861
Sounds like one of my stories. I don't have a copy of it on this computer though.
>>863
Damn, what happened to the story?
>>865
Nothin' happened to it as such, I just can't access it right now.
>>866
Huh, in that case I'm wondering if there will be a part 3 to the story? I remember people enjoying it, so I'm wondering if more will come?
>>861
I think I remember reading it on writing.com as an interactive. Maybe it was a different story, but it had that exact same premise.
>>848
Also this is a decent start. Where do you plan to take this story?
>>868
I remember it being on the old thread, as well as people enjoying it. The one on writing.com I thought was the story about the guy who signs a contract to take care of a couples immobile daughter.
>>867
I definitely intend to write a part three… whether I'll actually get around to doing it is another matter entirely.

>>869
I might continue it sometime, but I don't have any specific plan. I think it works reasonably well as a standalone.
>>877
Oh… well then, if you get around to it, I'll read it.
>>873

Natsu-Kashi and I ended up writing very similar stories rather by accident. The one with the contract and the immobile daughter is mine, the OP of this thread; Natsu-Kashi's (better) story, where the person is blackmailed into it, is here: https://www.writing.com/main/portfolio/view/natsu-kashi
>>889
Ah, I see. either way, I enjoy both stories. I only wish there was more.
>>889
I wouldn't call them very similar, except for MC being trapped. The two stories have very different appeals.
And don't assume that my story is better just because I write like an overeducated prick.
>>912
Holy smokes, that's the single most well known interactive when it comes to lolis and mostly ignored from the creators habit of keeping it covered in shit.
>>914
sorry I didn't know I was just trying to contribute to the Thread
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>>916
It will be astoundingly hard to find something that isn't already known since Writing.com made interactives subscription only. If you really wanna help contribute, go around and listen to the writers if I'm correct and you're J128, so that you won't kill off something you're interested in seeing more of. How'd you even find this place?
>>918
Do you know what's funny
>early in the interactive thread, namefag Bob claimed J128's chapters were his
>Bob was confirmed to be the mewmew666 fag
ergo MM666=J128
By the way, how the hell do we not have stories about Kanna from kobayashi dragon maid? She's a Loli, she likes to eat, she has a girl who lusts after her, and she's cute. Seriously, slap on 100 lbs and she's be perfect!
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>>928
>Not mentioning how bottom heavy she already is

I don't think any of the writers here really fuck with anime with Nowaya just having his cherry popped about a month ago.
>>929
That's sad, because the world needs more pear-shaped fatty lolis.
>>929

Hmm? Who's popped my what now?
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>>933
Weeblord with a Haganai in the DA chatroom
>>934
Does anyone know how to follow Weeblord ?
Because his removed to follow Button From his page
>>935
….Check his page whenever you get on DA?
His watch button is still there
>>942
I see it. Maybe he blocked you?
>>945
no I think he removed follow button and the comment boxes on his stuff
>>929
Such a shame, I mean I'd love to see her become immobile.
>>946
It's still on there for me, maybe it's something with your account?
>>950
I don't know could be

anyway lets just get back on topic
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>>946
It hasn't happened to me and I've ridden his nerves every now and then.

>>949
What's with everyone wanting to make lolis immobile if not nearly?
>>952
Immobile loli is like loli squared. All the things that are cute about loli, multiplied by themselves.
>>954
More like a subtraction from the number of activities the loli can perform are practically nonexistent not to mention the journey is far greater than the destination. She just lays there unable to do anything but eat, shit, sleep, and watch tv/play games.
>>961
I'll admit it's partly the journey to the destination, but once you arrive it's a glorious thing. Especially if they're unhappy with what's transpired.
>>965
Once you get there; there's nothing left to do. You're just stuck with a large selfheating mattress you have to keep constantly full and clean under her folds of fat with a mop. What's so great about that when you can have a large butterball constantly jiggling about as she waddles spreading your gospel to the other lolis. If you want her to feel miserable about it, I imagine her being really obese that it affects her movement but not enough that she can't walk would cause more inner turmoil since she's still able to lose weight and not blame it on the fat but she realized she's gotten too lazy and gluttonous to do anything about it even though she's been getting bullied over it which has led to her losing friends from being so unpopular, all of her clothes barely fit all the while her parents constantly make snide comments about her weight as they keep her plates consistently overflowing with food; thinking they're giving her normal porportions and she's just eating a lot in between meals.
Yeah, fuck the mattress! But what I want is the Loli slowly gaining weight, denying her expansion as her clothes 'shrink' and her movements get slower. I want her skirt tearing, as she bemoans the fact that she still can't grow boobs. I want her underwear to tear when she tries to put on her shoes, and her despair as she's ordered to go back to her room, too fat to wear anything and too embarrassed to go outside naked. I want her begging me to help her lose weight as I feed her dish after fattening dish. I want her embarrassed when she sets the bed, too fat to get up on her own as I strap devices to her so she needn't worry again. I want her immobile as she puts up one final effort to lose weight and escape, only to despair as she realizes she's grown immobile. I want her quiet surrender as she is left to funnel feed. And last but not least, when she is truly dependent on me for everything, I want to plunge into her, to taste the fruit of my labor. The look on her fatty face as her folds wobble, the true despair that will be there, THAT is my dream. THAT is my immobile Loli.
Hessian, holy shit, I remember that story! The two sisters, the younger one fattening up while the older one struggled to come to terms that she wanted to fatten/nail her little sister! That was the best! You even had the perfect setup for the next chapter. The little sister in an ill fitting swimsuit? And the older one, having gained a little, having to put hers on as well? That was begging for a clothing mishap! Damn, I seriously hope you get around to that, the older sister was barely controlling herself, such feelings often lead to eating. Which would have dragged in the little sister, and suddenly you have a circle of WG that ends with the older sister unable to control her desires! 200 lbs teen and a 300 lbs Loli steamy scene would have been perfect!
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>>972
>Break the loli
No my good sir, you'll never think much of the lolis friends in your bout of arrogance; leading to them plotting with her behind your back through the lolis cellphone she's been hiding in her folds. Once they've got everything they need and the night you finally slip up and take your blob of loli for a test drive for the night has rolled around, her friends will sneak in with everything they need to cast their loli whodo magic on you so that you'll become one of them and their true intentions came come to fruition; fattening your newly girly ass up like you were doing to their friend while using more of said loli magic to seep the fleshy friends weight onto you as they keep you constantly stuffed past your limits. They'll keep bullying you all the while they're fattening you up about how at the rate you're going you'll end up three times as big as their friend by the time your life under their "care" has reached hers under yours, how you'll never be able to live your life without them, how you'll never get any other lolis with that humongous body of yours and never being able to ever see another fat loli again from all that weight that will be keeping you pinned where you're at and away from the outside world or computers when they're finished. Even with all that, you'll likely end up feeling like a freak all the while if they don't make your mind girly along with it.

Once everything's said and done with you being a wreck from their own brand of abuse and you're well past what the friend was before they flipped the script on you with thoughts of it finally being over running through your head; they'll pry your mouth open and the newly skinny loli that you had your fun with will shove a feeding tube down your throat before walking off with her friends after whispering to enjoy yourself. Once they've left and you've had time to think that maybe you can try and use your imagination to super impose someone else onto this weird massive body of yours just to realize that your neck is so bloated with fat that you're stuck staring at the ceiling with the only other thing in your sight being the feeding tube and that may be all you'll ever see again. It may not totally destroy you right off but in time you will be broken; especially with no one cleaning your ass and refilling your feeding tubes container in its second floor storage right over you.
Lolis are for keeping barely mobile so you can cuddle and do cute things with them.

That and spoiling them and their friends with large amounts of sweets and baked goods.
You fatten your Loli, to any point you want. and if any Loli's snoop around… You bring them into the fold, until they themselves have folds as well.
We need to bring some life back into this thread? Anyone got any new Loli content?
So, what's with the character limit being back again? Wasn't it raised for a while?
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>>1117
Must've gotten accidentally reset during an update or something. Hey, were any of you delinquents when you were younger?
>>1118
I do hope they fix it again. Posting a whole story in 3500 character segments isn't very viable.
And nah, I was a well-behaved child.
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>>1119
I'll tell Sharingguy about it in the IRC; is it really cut off at 3500?
>>1122
Wait, that was more than the limit, I think. Maybe it just shows the character limit but doesn't enforce it? My bad, if so.
Ok Hessian, now that the post limit is extended, can we get some content?
>>1125
Eh, sure. Here's the first chapter of Zo and Liz, from the old site. A couple of people wanted it reposted.


“Zo, can we put the heating on? I’m cold…”
I looked up from my essay at my younger sister in the doorway, blinking a few times as Times New Roman letters continued to float around in front of my eyes. She was shivering theatrically, and I raised an eyebrow.
“Dad said not to put the heating on ‘till he got back, Liz.” I said, “Why don’t you just put your dressing gown on or something? You’re bound to be cold if you go wandering around in just your panties and a tank-top.”
“It’s in the wash,” she pouted, “I spilled Coke on it.”
“Well, why not go put some proper pyjamas on then?” I suggested.
“They’re all too small. None of them are comfy to wear!”

Looking more closely at my little sis, I saw that even what she was wearing didn’t seem to fit too well. Her tank-top clung tightly to her chubby body, the thin material stretched almost to transparency over her chunky form. The little belly she’d been sporting recently poked out from underneath the ragged hem, sagging slightly over white panties that – well, that left little to the imagination. I looked down at my essay again, flustered.

“How about you, uh, go get a blanket and sit on the sofa? You could watch a movie or something.”
“Can you come watch it with me?” she asked, biting her lip, “You’ve been working on that essay for aaages. Dad said you have to take regular breaks, remember.”
I rolled my eyes and sighed.
“Fine…” I said, trying not to sound too pleased at the excuse to get away from my work for a while, “You go put it on, I’ll join you in a sec.”
“Yay!” she disappeared from the doorway, and I heard her trotting away down the corridor towards the living room.

I saved my progress and stretched, joints creaking; God, all this work was gonna kill me, and sooner rather than later. I went to grab the last éclair from the bowl on my bedside table as I left the room, but my fingers hit only air and disappointment - Lizzie must have taken the last one, the little nuisance. Though on second thought, that was probably for the best; all this sitting around studying hadn’t done my figure any favours. I was only glad that the summer break was behind us now, so I had an excuse to wear baggy jumpers for a few months ‘till I had a chance to slim down again. I really wasn’t sure I could face my butt in shorts any time soon.


I entered the living room as the film was starting, Lizzie already huddled up under a big red blanket on the sofa. She moved up a bit when she spotted me, letting me sit down and tug over some of the blanket for myself.
“What’re we watching?” I asked, feeling a hint of dread at the sight of Disney’s opening logo.
“Um, Frozen,” Lizzie said, looking pleased with herself.
“Again? Just how many times have you seen this movie now?”
“I dunno. A few. It’s Christmas time anyway and it’s a Christmas movie, so we’re watching it.”
I frowned – not only was it not really a festive movie, she’d been watching it all summer anyway. In any case -
“It’s barely even November!” I protested, but Lizzie shoved a grubby chocolate-stained finger to my lips and shushed me. Rolling my eyes again, I settled down among the blankets to watch Frozen with my little sister for the fourteenth time.


By the time ‘Let It Go’ was blaring from our TV’s crackling speakers, Lizzie had snuggled right up against me – I guess she really had been cold after all. Somehow my arm had ended up around her, hand resting lightly on her middle as she leant up close; beneath my fingers I could feel the soft bulge of her belly, the bare skin warm to the touch. I bit my lip, face flushing red; jeez, when did it get so hot in here?

Lizzie shifted position beneath the blanket and I found my hand on her hip, the smooth fabric of her panties under my palm. Now I could feel what I had seen earlier – the undersized panties were digging deep into her chubby sides, obviously long since outgrown. I knew she’d put some weight on in the past few months since we moved house, sure, but this was evidence of just how much. My pudgy little sister was now becoming downright fat.


For some reason that thought flustered me more than ever, and before I knew what I was doing I had jumped to my feet, jolting Lizzie and knocking the blanket to the floor.
“H-hey, what’re you doing?” Lizzie exclaimed, looking up at me in alarm, “What happened?”
I looked back at her, not quite sure what to say. There was a moment of awkward silence as I tried to think up an excuse for my sudden escape.
“I was… I was…” my eyes alighted on her stomach, prompting a sudden idea, “I was hungry! I’m gonna go get a snack from the kitchen, do you want anything?”
She accepted that answer without further inquiry, pausing the movie and nodding.
“Yeah, let’s go get some snacks. I’ll come and pick something.”

I had got away with acting strangely, but I still felt distinctly out of sorts. Had I eaten something funny for dinner or something? What was up with me?
I stood back as Lizzie got to her feet, and let her lead the way into the kitchen. As she walked ahead of me, despite myself my eyes alighted on her rear. Her plump butt was barely covered by her overly tight panties – indeed, the white fabric had wedged itself thoroughly between her pale buttocks, disappearing almost entirely from view - and with each step it jiggled very slightly, toneless chub carrying on its course for a few milliseconds before getting the memo it was supposed to stop. I continued to stare, almost hypnotised, until she reached the kitchen counter and turned around, and I was confronted once again by the sight of just how tight those panties were over her, uh, well – how tight they were between the legs.

I looked up, cheeks reddening, but fortunately she was too busy squinting at the label on a packet of cookies to notice me gawping. God, what was happening?! I needed to get myself under control, asap.
“These are triple choc, right?” Lizzie asked after a moment, showing me the pack of cookies with a little growl of irritation, “My glasses are upstairs.”
I glanced at the label, and couldn’t help but notice as I confirmed that they were, indeed, triple chocolate, that somehow each one was a little over 300 calories. Man, didn’t Lizzie eat like a packet of these a day?

A pack of triple-choc clutched in each pudgy hand, Lizzie led the way back to the living room. By the time we got back to the sofa she was already on her second cookie, crumbs dusting the corners of her hungry little mouth as we settled back down under the blanket. I grabbed a cookie for myself from one of the packets and unpaused the movie, if anything feeling more flustered than ever for our little snack trip.


Before long the cookies were gone. I’d had a few, sure, but the vast majority of the two packets had vanished into Lizzie’s belly, not mine. Jeez, what was that - 1500 calories? She certainly seemed to be feeling the consequences of her little binge already as she slumped heavily against me once again, trying her best to avoid jostling her swollen stomach. An aggrieved moan escaped her chocolate-smeared lips, followed a moment later by a small burp.

My arm settled around her again, settling once more on her midsection – but she groaned at even that slight pressure and grabbed my hand in hers, shoving it over to rest on her chunky thigh. God, it was so soft! I knew my sister was unfit – she wouldn’t even walk five minutes to school if she could help it – but her thigh seemed almost completely flab, devoid of any muscle at all.

Almost without me meaning too, my hand slowly slipped around until my fingers were resting on her inner thigh. I was staring resolutely at the TV screen, but my brain didn’t process a single frame of the movie; the betrayal of Hans blurring by without me even noticing as my hand slowly shifted further up Lizzie’s leg. The blanket over both of us stopped me seeing precisely where my hand was, and so it was only when my finger nudged against warm fabric that I realised just how far I had gone.

I froze, feeling my breath come quickly as it seemed to rattle down my throat. I was hyperaware of every sensation and tingling feeling, for right at that moment only a scant millimetre of flimsy fabric separated my index finger and…

And then the credits rolled. Without a moment’s pause Lizzie climbed promptly to her feet, trotting over to the TV to turn off the DVD player.
“That was cool,” she said, yawning, “I’m gonna go to bed now though. See you in the morning, sis.”
So with that she was gone, disappearing up to her room and leaving me in a stunned daze on the sofa, fireworks shivering through my body as I tried to understand what the hell had just happened.
>>1126
Here's half of the second chapter.

Over the next couple of weeks, I managed to convince myself that nothing had happened. I’d been tired from working all day, it had been late, and I’d just felt a bit odd – that was perfectly normal. Everyone felt a bit weird sometimes; it didn’t mean anything at all. There was nothing to be worried about, because my relation with Lizzie was completely, thoroughly normal.

Despite myself though, I found myself paying a bit more attention to my chubby little sister since that evening. I began noticing just how much she ate each day – the way she’d stuff herself into a stomach ache every evening, or how she always seemed to have a snack in her hand no matter how recently she’d eaten. I didn’t know how long this had been going on for, but if she kept up this level of gluttony her weight gain over the past few months would only be the start.
And for some reason, that thought gave me shivers all over.

Dad didn’t seem to notice anything – not that I would expect him to. He left for work before we were even up most days, and often wouldn’t get back until Lizzie was already in bed. Still, I’d have thought the sheer amount of junk he was purchasing as part of his weekly shop should be setting of some alarm bells; we were eating microwave meals five or six times a week, and though I was no nutritionist that didn’t seem like the healthiest diet, especially combined with all the cookies and potato chips Liz (and, admittedly, I) got through.


The situation as it was couldn’t last forever though, and it was one cool Saturday morning that Lizzie appeared again in my doorway. I straightened up from where I had been rearranging some books on my shelves.
“What’s up?” I asked, a copy of ‘The Great Gatsby’ in each hand. For reasons I couldn’t quite fathom, I apparently had three identical versions of the book, each with my name written neatly on the inside cover.
“Can you come clothes shopping with me?” Lizzie got straight to the point and at once I felt odd again, cheeks turning pink.
“Uh, why doesn’t dad go with you?” I suggested, “I’m a bit busy.”
Her round face twisted itself into a grimace.
“Dad sucks at clothes shopping. Whenever I ask him how something looks, he always just shrugs and says that I always look beautiful to him.”
“That’s sweet.” I said, forcing a giggle.
“Yeah, but it’s not very helpful… anyway, he’s busy fixing the bathroom door again.”

Unable to resist any longer, I shoved the Great Gatsbys back onto the shelf and nodded. I needed to buy some new clothes myself in any case – my jeans had become rather hard to button recently
“Alright, alright, but only ‘cos dad’s busy,” I said, pretending to be reluctant. “Let’s go.”


With dad’s debit card in my back pocket and the instruction not to spend more than a hundred dollars each, we caught the bus out to the mall. I took the window seat and Lizzie sat close beside me, and I spent the entire journey at once dreading and distinctly looking forward to our little shopping trip.
At one point Lizzie saw someone she knew out the window and leaned across me to wave, supporting herself with a hand on my thigh. The sudden feeling of her soft body pressed against my own made me shiver, little sparks of energy making my skin tingle everywhere our bodies touched, and when a moment later she drew back again to sit straight I couldn’t help but feel profoundly disappointed.

Eventually we reached the mall and headed inside to find a decent clothes shop. In her own words, Lizzie had outgrown ‘everything’, so we were probably going to be here a while. And as I only really needed a new pair of jeans or two, I could probably give her some of my own allowance if necessary. I mean… what was the point of an older sibling if they didn’t treat their little sister occasionally?


Once in the clothes shop, we split up; I was sent away with instructions from Lizzie to find some jeans for myself, as well as anything that ‘looked cute’ for her. The latter task certainly interested me more than the former, so I hastened to grab myself a couple pairs of jeans in a size larger than my current ones - taking a moment to realise with a little dismay that I was now apparently a size 14 – before hurrying back to help her.

Lizzie was busy choosing skirts, so after giving her a wave so she knew I was back, I began having a look through some of the racks for anything ‘cute’ on my own. Though… what size even was Lizzie nowadays? If memory served, her current clothes were mostly 8s in kids’ sizes – though the entire point of this trip was that she’d outgrown all those clothes by now. So, size 10 maybe? God, I didn’t know. Clothes sizing never made much sense to me.

I picked out a gauzy shirt and held it up, seeing how the light passed almost straight through the pale fabric. I took a moment to picture Lizzie in it, imagining how it would fall on her chubby little body, where it would be loose and where it would be so fantastically tight…
A tiny moan escaped my lips and I jumped at the sound, glancing around guiltily to check if anyone had heard. J-Jesus! What was I doing? Visualising how the clothes would look was one thing – fantasising was another! I wanted to slap myself, or go have a cold shower. I had to get a hold of myself.

Putting the gauzy shirt over one arm, I carried on looking through clothes, doing my best not to even think about how Lizzie would look in them. In this manner, I picked out another shirt, a tank-top, and a beautiful flowing pink dress – before bumping into Lizzie by the underwear aisle.
“Hey, Zo! I already got, um, some jeans, a couple pairs of shorts, and panties. What d’you find for me?” She smiled happily up at me, always pleased to be out shopping with her big sister. Normally I’d be enjoying myself as much as her, but – well, I was a little distracted by my apparent mental crisis.

“I’ve got tops and a dress,” I said, handing them over – and trying to convince myself I wasn’t disappointed she’d already found all the panties she needed, “Anything else you need?”
She bit her lip.
“Well, Harry’s having a swim party for his birthday in a couple months… if go try these on in the changing rooms, could you have a look for, like, a nice swimsuit?”
I swallowed.
“S-sure…”
“Great! Come find me quickly though once you’ve got one, I need you to tell me what looks good or not.”
I nodded, and before I knew it she was skipping away, leaving me to choose her swimsuit. Oh, what power she had awarded such an irresponsible guardian…


By the time I reached the swimsuit aisle, I had thought rationally about it. I should pick her out a one-piece, or at most, a modest tankini. I grabbed one of the former at random and took a look at it – I mean, I was sure she’d look good in it… the elastic fabric would cling tight to her chunky form, not disguising her shape in the slightest. But…
Almost unwillingly, I took a few more steps deeper into the aisle. Here were the tankinis; I’d worn one of these myself when I was her age. I picked one out, biting my lip almost hard enough to draw blood; God, she’d look good in this. Her pudgy belly would peek out through the gap between top and bottoms, framed perfectly by the dark blue fabric…
But still.
Another step, to the end of the aisle. Here the bikinis lay, and despite all my common sense shouting at me to be reasonable, my hand reached out and grabbed a tiny red one. I checked the label – two sizes too small for her. If I was going to get her something like this, I should at least have the courtesy to get one that fit. Though on the other hand…

Jerkily, barely aware of what I was doing, I returned the other two swimsuits to their places and set off towards the changing rooms, red string bikini in hand. Something was seriously wrong with me, that was obvious; but right then my desire outweighed all other concerns.


“Hey Liz, you in here?” I called, peering into the changing rooms, “I found you a swimsuit.”
“One second!” I heard her call, then a moment later one of the booth doors creaked open and she stepped out, “How do I look?”
She did a little twirl, showcasing the outfit – a stripy top and knee-length skirt. Both of them fit very well, to my secret disappointment. Outwardly though, I nodded appreciatively.
“Looking good!”
“Thanks! These are soooo much comfier than my old clothes as well,” she confided, “I’m gonna give you a fashion show, so wait out here while I get changed again.”

Lizzie disappeared into the booth again and let the door fall almost closed behind her, and I heard fabric dropped to the floor as she began to undress. Unable to help myself, I took a furtive look around - then leant forwards and peered through the crack.

She was facing away from me, already stripped down to only her panties and socks as she rummaged through a pile of coat hangers and clothes. She had said she’d got some new underwear, but judging from how tightly the polka-dot fabric clung to her plump cheeks, this certainly wasn’t it. Her pale, chunky body quivered slightly under the bright lighting as she moved, bending over to pick up a top and thrusting her barely-covered rear towards me, filling my view with her more-than-ample behind.

Knowing that if I stayed there any longer I would lose control altogether, with a burst of willpower I managed to force myself away from the door. I stumbled over to a bench and sat down heavily on it, feeling faint – perhaps from the amount of blood that had rushed to my cheeks instead of wherever else it was supposed to be. God, I was such a pervert! I couldn’t languish in denial any longer – for some reason, I was terribly, irresistibly, inappropriately attracted to my own little sister.
>>1127
More of chapter 2

“Tadaa!”
Lizzie emerged from the dressing room and I jumped, jerked suddenly from my thoughts. This time she was wearing the gauzy shirt I had picked out for her, and a pair of distinctly short shorts. I let out an appreciative breath.
“Great! Those shorts really work.”
Lizzie looked down at them, giving the waistband a little tug.
“D’you think? They feel a little tight to me. Maybe I should get the next size up?”
I shook my head.
“No, they look great to me! I think that design is meant to be quite tight,” I lied blatantly. They weren’t absurdly undersized or anything, but the overall look was less ‘supermodel’ and more ‘overfilled sausage’.
“Oh, good,” she smiled, reassured, “Oh, and I really like the top as well.”
I had been right earlier – stretched over Lizzie’s rounded body the material had turned almost transparent, offering tantalising little hints of the curves underneath whenever the light caught her in just the right way…
I tried my best not to stare.
“Y-yeah, it looks lovely. I like the, um, the fabric,” I stammered, “Is there anything else?”

There was. Over the next few minutes, Lizzie modelled all of the clothes we had picked out - except, sadly, the panties. I was barely paying attention though, for I knew what was coming last – the red string bikini I had picked out. And so eventually, after minutes that felt far, far longer, Lizzie vanished back into the booth to prepare the final act. After a moment though, I heard her voice.
“Hey, Zo, a bikini? Won’t dad be mad?” she called through the door. Ah hell, I’d forgotten that – dad didn’t allow bikinis until middle school.
“I, uh, saw it and thought it was way too cute not to get it; don’t worry, dad’ll never even know.”
“It’ll be on his card though,” she pointed out.
“Hey, don’t you want to look cute for Harry’s party?” I asked, too desperate to see her in the damn thing to even feel bad about shamelessly manipulating her, “Everyone your age is wearing bikinis, you’ll look like a baby if you go in a one-piece.”
“Al-alright. Gimme a moment.”

Seconds ticked by, and finally the door creaked open. I looked up anxiously, and what I saw did not disappoint in the slightest.
The bikini was far, far too small, the scant fabric digging so deep into her doughy body that it almost disappeared; in fact, at first I thought she wasn’t even wearing the bottoms, before realising they were just mostly hidden beneath her bulging belly. The string waistband cut into her fleshy hips in a manner that must be decidedly uncomfortable – though even that looked mild compared to the way the fabric had wedged itself elsewhere, clinging so tight between her legs as to obliterate any hint of modesty.
The top was no better in any regard: it barely covered her plump chest at all, soft chub overflowing around the triangles of material in every direction; the flab of her sides bulged out unflatteringly over the straps as they snaked their way around her body to meet between her shoulder blades, where the clasp was straining to remain in one piece.

Lizzie looked incredibly self-conscious beneath my appraising gaze, shuffling awkwardly as I stared.
“I-I can’t wear this to the party. It’s way too small, sorry.”
That snapped me out of my daze. She had to wear this swimsuit – as often as possible.
“Why? It looks fantastic! Everyone’ll love it,” I exclaimed. By ‘everyone’ though, I of course just meant myself, “You have to wear it!”
“Zo, I can’t. It’s really uncomfortable, and I really don’t think it, y’know, flatters me,” she admitted, tugging at one of the straps to try and ease it into a less painful position.
“No way Liz, it looks fine, seriously. You need to wear it,” I pleaded.
“No! It shows way too much, and it digs in like, everywhere.”
I had to make sure she bought that bikini – whether she actually wanted to or not be damned.

“Come on Liz! It looks so good, and I picked that suit out especially for you…” I did my best to look genuinely hurt that she’d even consider not getting the bikini, and it seemed those acting classes paid off after all as she bit her lip.
“Oh- fine. Okay. It’s a really nice swimsuit Zo, it really is! I just, I dunno, didn’t think it suited me. I’ll buy it though, alright.”

I watched her little butt jiggle back into the booth with a feeling of undeniable satisfaction – alongside a hefty dose of guilt. I had shamelessly manipulated her into getting a swimsuit that really didn’t flatter her at all – quite the opposite in fact – just so I could perv on her again in the future. What was wrong with me? Did I need a psychiatrist? A doctor? A priest?
In the meantime though, it was obviously no use fighting these urges - I was too weak. Better then to go along with them until I could find a permanent solution.


By the time we’d got to the checkout and paid, I was beginning to feel rather hungry. More tantalisingly however, it seemed so was Lizzie. I caught her making several wistful glances towards the food court, and eventually I could bear it no longer.
“Hey, wanna grab some food while we’re here? My treat – or rather, dad’s,” I winked at her.
She looked delighted.
“Yeah sure. I’m starving!”
There were probably some genuinely starving African children who would take offense at that comment, but I couldn’t care less about them right then if I tried – with Lizzie leading the way, we headed into the food court and sat down.
“I think I’m gonna get McDonald’s,” I said, hoping she’d follow my lead. It may not be original, appetising or even particularly tasty, but McDonald’s was the classic one-stop shop for unhealthy food, and for some reason the thought of Lizzie biting down on one of those greasy burgers made me shiver.
“Yeah, me too,” she said, to my satisfaction, “Can I just have, like, a cheeseburger and some fries?”
“Sure,” I said, licking my lips in anticipation, “I’ll go order, back in a minute.”


By the time I got back to the table, Lizzie was almost bouncing in her seat.
“Ooh, gimme,” she said the moment she saw I was back, reaching for the tray of food – but I held it out of reach.
“Manners?” I asked jokingly, though my face was slightly flushed; the sight of her so desperate to be fed, and the power I had to feed her… it was strangely exciting.
Meanwhile, Lizzie rolled her eyes at me.
“Pleeease, your majesty, may I have a little food?” she grovelled exaggeratedly, sucking her belly in as best she could to appear starved, “My wife and children are famished, and I haven’t eaten in weeks!”
I laughed nervously, the jest suddenly a little too close to fantasy. I slid the tray onto the table.
“There you are, hungry peasant. The famine is over!”

Now that the tray was actually low enough for her to see what I had bought, Lizzie’s eyes widened.
“Jeez Zo, I only asked for a cheeseburger. What is this?” she held up one of the little card boxes McDonald’s served burgers in, squinting at it through her glasses.
“It’s a cheeseburger, like you said. A quarter pounder with cheese,” I said, popping open my identical container, “Go on, open it up, Pandora.”
She opened her own and took a big bite, grease dripping down her chin. I had to look away.
“Mhmm, ish nice,” she said with her mouth full, wiping her chin with the back of one chubby hand. She swallowed with some difficulty, and I couldn’t help but imagine the fatty, oily meat sliding down her throat to come to rest deep within her taxed digestive system. “Is that milkshake mine as well?”
I nodded mutely, happy for the excuse my own meal provided not to speak. Instead I just watched, enthralled, as Lizzie laboriously worked away at her oversized lunch.

She wasn’t a particularly fast eater. She chewed each mouthful thoroughly, savouring the flavours and textures of every bite before swallowing them down to join their many brethren in her gut below. However, she was persistent – she worked her way through the meal fry by fry, sip by sip, barely slowing even as she approached her limits. Eventually though, she grunted and sat back, dropping the last of the burger back into its box.
“Phew, that’s enough for me,” she said, licking her ketchup-stained lips, “I feel stuffed.”
She certainly looked it. Her belly was visibly swollen beneath her tight t-shirt, her distended gut pressed so tight against the grease-spattered fabric that I could see the outline of her navel through the material. And still, it wasn’t enough for me.
“But peasant, I thought you were starving!” I said, continuing the joke from earlier, “I bet you could finish the last of this grand feast if only you tried.”
Lizzie shook her head, defeated.
“I’ll burst if I eat another mouthful, your maj,” she said, stifling a burp with the back of her hand.
“You would decline your liege’s hospitality?” I asked, beginning to get desperate, “I order you to finish your feast!”

Lizzie rolled her eyes again, and my heart leaped as she picked up the last tattered mouthfuls of her burger.
“Yes, glorious leader,” she grunted, obviously enjoying the game even as she forced the last couple of bites down her throat. She washed it down with the last of the thick milkshake, the oversweetened drink barely even liquid any more, before leaning back once again and groaning in genuine pain.

“Ooph, that was a bad decision,” she said, rubbing her belly with both hands in a vain attempt to relieve some of the pressure, “I feel like a water balloon, ugh.”
I shuffled on my chair. McDonald’s had the nutritional information of each meal on their menus nowadays, so I’d been able to calculate while in the queue precisely how much food was currently digesting inside my little sister. 1200 calories, 50 grams of pure fat, 146 grams of carbs – just about an entire day’s worth of nutrition for a girl her age, consumed in a little under half an hour. Just the idea of all that churning away inside of her, slowly being processed into fat – it made it difficult to think straight.
>>1128
The rest of chapter 2

“Shall we, uh, shall we get out of here? You’ll be more comfortable on the sofa at home than on these sticky tables,” I pointed out.
“Ugh, sure.”
Lizzie levered herself to her feet, grimacing slightly as the movement disturbed her turgid stomach. She was just about to leave as she remembered the bags of clothes by her chair, and bent down to grab them – then suddenly she straightened up again, her face flushing bright red.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, bemused.
“My, um, I just popped the button off my jeans,” she whispered frantically at me, both hands gripping her waistband to keep them in place, “H-help!”
“Calm down,” I said, going slightly red myself, “Just – just go to the bathrooms and change into some of the new clothes you just bought.”
“Oh, good idea! Thanks, Zo!”
She bent down again, much more carefully this time, and grabbed a bag of clothing at random, before waddling hastily towards the toilets. I watched her go, biting my lip as I thought. If this kind of thing kept up any longer, my heart was going to blow up from all the excitement!


It was raining by the time we got to the doors of the mall. Lizzie had changed into a skirt and the gauze top that I already appreciated so much, the light material barely covering her still-swollen belly as we stared out into the rain.
“Doesn’t look like it’s clearing up any time soon,” I said, glancing up and out towards the roiling storm clouds in the sky.
“The bus is right there, we can just run for it,” Lizzie suggested, though she didn’t look much taken with the idea. She had just changed after all – and I suspected she was probably suffering some brutal indigestion after that excessive meal.
“There’s not really any other option,” I grumbled, “No point waiting on it though, the rain might get worse as soon as it gets better. Let’s go!”

I led the way out into the rain, Lizzie trailing behind. I was immediately drenched, soaked as thoroughly as if I’d just walked into a bath rather than a storm, but I pushed my way through the wind, jacket flapping wildly around me as we made our way towards the bus. Wiping the water from my eyes with the back of my hand, I squinted back at Lizzie.
“Come on! Nearly there!” I shouted over the wind, grabbed her pudgy hand in mine as she drew close and half lead, half dragged her the rest of the way to the bus. The doors slid open as we approached, the conscientious bus driver attentive to our plight. We piled aboard and I dropped a handful of coins into the driver’s hand, then we both collapsed dripping into seats.

The bus coughed into life beneath us and we set off towards home, Lizzie and I catching our breath as we dripped puddles onto the floor. I was pleased to see just how out of shape Liz was, puffing and wheezing just from the short run. Though rather embarrassingly out of breath myself, Lizzie was much worse at least. I looked down at her where she sat beside me, watching her plump chest rise and fall rapidly as she gasped for breath. Now sodden as well as overstretched, the gauzy fabric of her top had gone completely transparent, and I was left with the undeniable observation that my little sister was rather urgently in need of a bra.
Not that I was going to be the one to point that out, of course. From where I was sitting on that bus, the rain pattering on the metal roof overhead, the view was looking pretty damn good indeed…
>>1129
And now, the never-before-seen chapter three, part one.

Since that shopping trip, things changed. Now that I was demonstrably too weak-willed to control myself around my sister, I forged a reluctant bargain with my id; I would bow to its base impulses in the short term, provided I made an effort to search for a cure to this bizarre malady.
And so bow I did. With dad so often away, I was for almost all intents and purposes my sister’s sole guardian. I prepared her dinner every evening, made her a packed lunch every morning, washed and ironed her clothes… it was so, so easy to do what I wanted with her – and so now, I did.

We already ate microwave meals just about every day, but now I started choosing them more deliberately. I would check in the store which contained the highest calories, the most fat, and those would be the ones I would buy – discovering in the process just how horrifyingly unhealthy most of them already were. No wonder Liz had been putting weight on these last few months!
In the evenings Lizzie usually curled up in her bedroom with her tablet, leaving me free to prepare dinner in peace. Before long, I was habitually making three separate ready meals for the two of us, then splitting the contents of the extra one across our plates. The first time I did it Liz seemed a little bemused, struggling to get through a meal that she was used to finishing in no time. Perhaps she’d thought for a while that she was losing her appetite; that would have been ironic. Before long though, she was happily eating half an extra meal on top of her already-dire diet.

I couldn’t explain the feelings I got as I watched her eat. She was still a slow eater, more than happy to take her time with her food, but that was fine by me; the longer she took, the longer I could watch… even if a part of me was still outraged by the pleasure I felt as she worked her way through increasingly unhealthy meals.

Her packed lunches were a little trickier. She’d notice if the contents changed suddenly, and so I had to act carefully, designing a slow process of upscaling that would slip beneath Liz’s notice – an effort that rather strained the idea that I was only attracted to my sister on a surface level. Before, all my actions had been in the moment - grabbing an undersized bikini, sneaking another meal into the microwave – but as I found myself each week carefully cutting her sandwiches a millimetre thicker, slathering on just a lick more butter, adding another quarter-square of chocolate, I began to realise that such contrivances couldn’t be excused away by base lust. Anyone could be hypnotised by beauty; this was some deeper desire entirely.

Unfortunately, my search for a solution – the good deed that I promised myself to absolve the crime of being a massive pervert – wasn’t finding much success. My searches on the internet to locate anyone who’d been through this before had led to a rather alarming number of fetish sites and very little else. I even visited a real life lending-library for the first time since I discovered the internet to search for a book, but as I was browsing the ‘sexual psychology’ section for anything relevant, a classmate spotted me and I ended up borrowing three books on ‘semifluid substances’ as a cover story for being in that part of the library. Meeting no success on either of those ventures, I didn’t know where to turn; it wasn’t like I could confess to dad that I’d been weirdly attracted to my little sister for months and… well, all the weird stuff I’d done as a result.
By now though, it was too late to stop. I’d allowed myself too much, and despite these failures at finding some form of help, I couldn’t now force myself to stop the reckless overfeeding. And so the strange and unpleasant situation I had found myself in became ever more strange and unpleasant, and my battered moral compass could only spin aimlessly.
>>1130
And here, chapter three, part two.

One evening, borne on by curiosity as much as passion, I took it a step further. As Lizzie took a shower upstairs, I hastily microwaved four chicken curry ready-meals, and served them evenly onto two plates. I’d have to eat two full meals myself, of course – if the portions were uneven, Liz might get suspicious – but I could take it. Whether Liz could… that was another, far more interesting question.

I called up the stairs to summon her for the meal, then put the plates and cutlery onto trays, grabbed a two litre bottle of Coke, and headed through to the living room. I sat down on the sofa, but hadn’t even had chance to start eating when Liz arrived, hair still wrapped in a towel from the shower. She was wearing her old dressing gown, fastened around the middle, and immediately, and thoroughly in spite of myself, I was desperately curious as to what, if anything, she was wearing beneath. The gown barely reached her knee, her lower legs completely bare – that ruled out pyjamas, then. Perhaps a nightgown? Or panties and a top? But her dressing gown had fallen open at the chest, revealing a wide triangle of pale skin – and no sign of a top or nightgown.

My mind was burning with curiosity, but before I could ponder too far she sat down promptly beside me and slid her tray onto her knees. She looked down at her meal, and for a moment I thought I saw slight confusion on her face before she seemed to accept that it was the same meal as usual. After all, which was more likely; that it was simply a trick of the light, or that her sister was deliberately feeding her larger portions for some darker purpose?
I flicked on the TV and we both started eating. Liz seemed to be watching whatever program was on, but I was watching her with far more interest. I noted with delight and alarm that her tray was a little further away from her than normal – she’d been forced to push it a back a little on her knee to make room for her slightly larger stomach.
I blinked rapidly and turned back to my food, biting my lip. How could such a small thing mean so much? It was just unconscious communication; an unspoken, unaware admission that she had gained weight. And somehow, that aroused more fire and lust in me than anything I could remember.

We continued to make our way through our decidedly excessive meals, taking turns to drink from the big two litre of Coke. Every time I took a swig from the bottle I fancied I could taste her on its lips, the faintest flavour of something unnameable just distinct from the overpowering sweetness of the Coke. Rationally, I knew that it was probably just my imagination – but I’d given up on rationality a long time ago now.

Liz let out a little grunt of irritation, giving me an excuse to look away from the TV and back to her. It seemed her hand had trembled, and she’d spilled a few grains of rice down her front. I watched, fascinated as she picked a few off the front of her dressing gown – then, I received half the answer I was searching for earlier as she pulled her gown open, exposing her bare chest as she searched for another couple of rice grains. I cursed myself in language I wasn’t even aware I knew for not leaving the main light on as only the faint light from the TV flickered across her, leaving me with only a brief, frustrating glimpse of her before she pulled her gown closed again and fastened it over her stomach.

I looked away before she could catch me watching, staring blankly at the television without seeing it and trying not to let the crude lust inside me show on my face. I’d thought that this meal would be interesting because of its size, but so far that had been the least of my concern. If she wasn’t wearing a top or nightie… was she completely naked underneath that thin, flimsy robe?

After a few minutes of eating in silence, resolutely not glancing at Liz even once, I was beginning to feel rather uncomfortably full. We were both long-since used to eating a meal and a half for dinner, but this last half was more of a bother than I had expected. I wondered anxiously if Liz would be able to finish her meal. Was I pushing things too far, too fast? This was literally twice what she’d been eating only a couple of months ago.
With a distinct effort, I finished off my meal and set my tray on the floor, groaning from the discomfort. Then, and only then, I allowed myself another look over at my sister.
She was struggling. Most of her food was gone, but she was pushing the last few bites around and around on the plate, evidently disinterested in eating them. Perhaps it was just a trick of the light but her belly looked noticeably larger, swelling out unrealistically from the rest of her body.

“Not- not going to finish that, sis?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. She looked over at me, and I could barely meet her eyes from shame.
“I dunno. I guess I wasn’t all that hungry tonight,” she shrugged. The movement of her shoulder pulled her gown up a little, revealing just a tiny amount more of her plump thighs. I tried not to stare.
“Well, that’s a silly amount to throw away,” I said, nodding at what was left on her plate, “You might as well clean your plate.”
She looked vaguely discomfited, poking at the remaining chicken pieces with her fork.
“I guess. Miss Joan said that it’s better to throw away food than eat more than you want to, though,” she said, and my heart quivered. She seemed to see some measure of that in my face, so she explained; “We’re doing a project on healthy eating.”
“W-well,” I stalled, not sure how to respond, “Miss Joan isn’t paying for our food, is she?”
“Neither are you – dad pays for our food,” Lizzie pointed out, amused. I gave her a playful glare; or as playful a glare as I could, under the circumstances.
“Hey, his money is our money some day,” I chastised her, “I’m not having you wasting away my inheritance on tasteless ready-meals.”
She rolled her eyes at that.
“I guess. Anyway-” she giggled, “- Miss Joan’s really fat, so I don’t think I should be taking advice from her!”
“That’s stupid,” I laughed, “They should get the gym teachers to talk about healthy food and stuff; at least then it’d be convincing.”
“Yeah!” she nodded, before looking back at her plate, “I guess I do have room to finish this,” she admitted, and I watched with glee as she laboriously cleared the last of the meal from her plate.
Finally done, she leaned back with an audible groan. She didn’t say anything, but she was obviously completely stuffed. Her belly looked huge in the flickering light, almost forcing her dressing gown open with its sheer bulk.

I gently took the tray from her lap, happy to let her lie there and digest for now. She managed to grunt a faint ‘thanks’ at me as I cleared away her meal, carrying the trays through to the kitchen and dumping the plates in the sink. There, staring into the dirty water, I thought of something – something too tempting to ignore. I walked back through to the sitting room, and turned on the main light.
“Hey!” Liz complained, squinting in the sudden glare.
“Sorry, I’m just checking we didn’t, uh, spill anything,” I walked over to the sofa, and looked around “Ah, you dropped some rice on the floor. I’ll get it, don’t worry.”
I knelt down in front of her to collect the imaginary grains of rice – then before I could think better of it, raised my head just a little to look straight up her gown. Her legs were still spread from having to bear the tray, and with the main light behind me, I was confronted by the delightful proof.
She wasn’t wearing anything under her robe at all.
Admins pliz don't ban me for spam
>>1130
>>1131
Must! Have! MORE!
>>1132
I'm not sure if it was mentioned in the story but how old are Zo and Lizzie?
>>1133
There is no more yet DX

>>1135
Yeah, I don't think I ever explicitly state their ages in the story. Lizzie's 9 and Zo's about 15/16.
>>1119
There's some screwy things about this version of vichan that we're using. I had changed the post limit for this board a couple of months ago, but it was rejected unbeknownst to me because it was higher than the global setting. One would think if you increase a setting for one board it would automatically override the global rule. Nope, not in this case.

Anyway, I think we got it resolved, the characters remaining message might not work well, but you should be able to post full stories now.
>>1136
What weight are we looking at? Hard time picturing size
>>1139
Thanks, it's very much appreciated.

>>1143
I don't really do numbers. An exact weight might turn up in a couple of chapters, but right now there isn't one. I guess if you can't picture it, I should probably up my description game.
Good job Hessian,now BACK TO WORK! KEEP TURNING OUT FAT LOLIS AND TEENS!
>>1145
YES CHEF
>>1146
NOW GET OUT THERE AND MAKE ME A DELICIOUS LOLI DISH!
>>1146
Do you have another site that you post on, or are your stories exclusive to /elite ?
>>1159
Pretty much just here. I don't know where else I'd post them, honestly.
And here I was, thinking this whole time it was "Unown-Pachirisu", as though you were a big Pokemon fan.
>>1189
Ugh. That interactive is the epitome of wasted potential.
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>>1189
>j128
>>1190
>>1191
I don't know I think it's got potential in the right hands
>>1198
Perhaps, but those are not the hands it finds itself in.
>>1199
well maybe you guys could help out with that
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>>1182
If I was gonna use a Pokemon; it wouldn't be Pachirisu.

>>1198
The only potential it has is training how to unfuck a story and even then there's the rest of Writing to do that.

>>1201
Maybe you could learn to write and give people a reason to look at it instead of copy pasting your requests.
“More dinner, Abby?”

Abby nodded her head yes, her cherubic features forming what would be an adorable smile, were her mouth not already full of food. Her mother returned the gesture, and heaped another generous helping of shepherd's pie onto Abby's plate.

“I'll refill your glass too.”

Abby maintained her jovial demeanor as she wordlessly continued her feast, setting down her fork only to take customarily large swigs of cola every few bites. The clinking of silverware scarcely filled the Wilson household dining room, and both mother and daughter ate in near silence until a loud burp escaped the ten-year-old's mouth.

“'Scuse me,” Abby mumbled through her last mouthful of pie. “Can I have some more coke, Mommy?”

Kristine shot her daughter a wistful glance. More carbonated drink was probably the last thing she needed.

“You know, sweetie, that's probably why you've been getting so gassy lately. Maybe we should cut back a little?”

Abby frowned. “Pleeeease Mommy? I promise I won't have any more tonight.” The young girl fidgeted in her seat, clearly upset at her mother's proposition.

Kind and compassionate as she was, Kristine had never been a very smart woman. Raising Abby on her own had been financially simple due to sizable child support payments from her ex-husband, but try as she might, she frequently struggled with the more nebulous aspects of parenting, such as authority and control. Fortunately, Abby was not a rambunctious girl, but what she lacked in in anger or petulance, she made up for in greed and sloth. Kristine had never been good at saying no to her daughter, her failures at which were easily identifiable as the cause of Abby's tremendous weight issue.

“Alright honey, but no more until tomorrow morning, you promise?”

Abby nodded vigorously, her mood shifting immediately with her mother's acquiescence and Kristine, somewhat hopelessly, filled her daughter's glass for the umpteenth time that night.

“I'm gonna go watch TV!” Abby exclaimed, before beginning her ungainly trip from the dining room to the Wilson family room. Grunting with discomfort, she rotated ninety degrees from her seated position and tentatively stuck out her feet to meet the floor, a movement to which she was well accustomed but that never seemed to get any easier with time. Freed from under the table, Abby's bloated stomach stuck out nearly a foot in front of the young girl's torso, quivering visibly even under her tank top. It had been some time since Abby had seen her feet while standing, and at an age where her motor skills should have been well along, she found herself struggling with acts of balance, not to mention running or jumping.

While Kristine had never had the good sense to moderate much of Abby's food intake, she had also likely missed all but the most basic of health notions, and as such had allowed her daughter to indulge as she pleased when it came to sweets and junk food. Anyone her age would have grown wide-eyed at the sight of Abby's snack routine, but the gluttonous girl had taken a particular shining to soda, and had gone from a glass with most meals to several cans or even bottles a day, accompanying nearly everything she put in her eager mouth over the course of the past few years with a swig of coke or root beer.

Needless to say, such a diet was not unnoticeable on Abby's physique. What had been a chubby if unremarkable eight-year-old had slurped, crunched and chugged her way through the middle bit of grade school into a certifiably obese preteen. Abby's thighs and arms plumped up, testing the seams of her rapidly obsolete clothing, and her chin grew a cute companion. Her doughy middle stretched impressively, youthful skin keeping it from drooping far below the waistline of her pants, and an early onset of puberty, doubtless related to her skyrocketing weight, had given her two perky mounds where most girls in her class had but mosquito bites.

If Abby's corpulence went in any way unnoticed by her oblivious mother, what was more abnormal (and therefore more evident) was her increasing problem with bloating and flatulence. A steady, massive intake of carbonated beverage and greasy snacks had left Abby not only fat, but also inflated on a near-constant basis. Her burps at dinnertime were no rare occurrence; indeed, it was less common these days for Kristine to enjoy time with her daughter that wasn't punctuated by sharp bursts of gas seeking escape – one way or another – from the girl's swollen gut.

As Abby waddled ponderously towards her destination on the sofa, she let loose a series of small farts and another thunderous burp, rubbing her uncomfortable belly through her top. They would not be the last of the evening, and Kristine sighed to herself as a chorus of bodily noises joined the sound of cartoons coming from the television. She often wondered how she had become so complacent regarding Abby's health, but all her musings and worries would never supersede her desire to put a smile on her daughter's face. If Abby remained as upbeat and cheerful as she had always been, Kristine supposed, then what reason did she have to change her diet? Surely she would eventually come to a decision on her own terms.

“Mommy, can I have some ice cream?”

Hopefully, that point would come sooner than later.
>>1209
Hey, this is good! Is this your first writing or have you done other stuff before?
>>1209

I concur with Hessian- this is absolutely brilliant, and I'd love to see more like it.
>>1209
I third it, please do continue.
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>>1218
The hell is Frank Castle doing here? I always thought you were a meat and potatoes guy.
>>1219
*shrugs*
Guilty pleasures. Never tried my hand at writing the stuff though.
>>1219
Great, and now I want a weight gain story of Loli Tron Bonne
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>>1221
Dude…Tron is a loli; the brunt of characters in Megaman are lolis and shotas.
Someone did draw a picture of what they figure she'd look younger though.
>>1212
>>1216
>>1218
Thanks for the kind words! More will come when I have the chance. I have a DA profile under the same name, with one unfinished story.
I posted a new story in the "health issues" thread that involves a non-loli girl, if anyone's interested. Thanks for the watchers on DA, by the way!
>>1209
Sorry for being late.
I like your style- it reminds me of my own. Personally I prefer stories that have more of a plot instead of simply being a description of a character, so I hope you can extend your stories and let them grow.
Putting out an idea: An obese girl appears on one of those "Oh God, my child is obese!" daytime talk shows and gains a taste for the attention. She decides the best way to keep these shows' attention is to keep getting fatter.
>>1248
That's a good idea. Alternatively; the mother is the one enjoying the attention, deliberately fattening her daughter up to ensure she keeps getting spots on the shows.
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>>1248
>>1249
Child services would have their lines blaring with calls from concerned parents.

>>1221
Now that I think about it, you got any ideas?
>>1252
I doubt child services would care. Even if they did come a'knocking, what could they do about it? Raising fat children isn't against the law.
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>>1253
I thought they could intervene when the parents show no intentions of helping their child when they start getting to the levels of obesity this thread's filled with.
>>1254
Then the parents can show intentions, and then do nothing.
In any case, this is fantasy. Complete accuracy of child protection legislation in our stories is hardly a primary concern.
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>>1255
>Complete accuracy of child protection legislation in our stories is hardly a primary concern
That's how you lose your lolis to the thought police!
>>1249
Or mother and daughter could be working together.
>>1252
Well, an idea for Loli Tron getting fattened up tends to start with her first attempts at creating servbots.

Maybe some youthful greed for sweets, she programs them with baking skills, and a malfunction happens and they start over producing the sweets.
In an effort to hide her mistake while enjoying what they made, Tron eats them all.

This is just the first idea that came to my head, if it's not that good, I blame being up for a day and a half making brain no work good.
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>>1260
That would explain away their constant bouts of massive debt and Tiesel likely won't notice the expenses being invested in her belly if he's as terrible with money as how he ran a department store into the ground makes him look. I would change the part where she's eating everything from wanting to hide it since she'd just tweak what's wrong at the first sign of overuse if the Servbots don't notice the discrepancy between what they're making and what they should be making and do it themselves before she notices since they're not simple automatons so they wouldn't have preprogrammed amounts to make and would likely learn what they need to know from cooking shows and books (places where a joke about regular patrons gaining weight being a sign of respect and a full customer is a happy customer aren't weird and out of place to infect their innocent minds). With this being earlier in her life; do you think she'd be too focused on designing and building robots to notice how much she's munching on during and the pounds she's steadily gaining with the signs of her ballooning bottom being blocked out of Teisels sight by Gustaff and her clothing being redone in bigger sizes by the Servbots with sewing duties whenever her clothing starts looking tight so that Tron doesn't have to worry about being uncomfortable.
>>1277
I, for one, am all for fat-bottomed loli Tron Bonne, and how you've described the situation.
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Is anyone interested in seeing a WG fanfiction of Sylvie from the game Teaching Feeling?
For anyone unaware, Sylvie is an abused slave girl adopted by you. At first she is suspicious and untrusting of everything that you do, but slowly falls in love with you when she accepts that you aren't going to hurt her. (Is this a form of Stockholm Syndrome?)
I thought she'd be a great candidate since she was undernourished all her life and now that she has the chance to eat what she wants, she might go completely overboard.
>>1293
Sounds cute to me! I've never played Teaching Feeling but that character sounds cute.
On the other hand, I also really want to see Babysitter part 3, or a continuation of 'A Princess at Home' above, so no matter what you do I'm happy.
>>1293
Damn, I'd like to see that.
>>1293
Yes please
Bump
Good, the site's back, now GET WITH THE LOLI'S!
Whoo, the site's back! Now we can all continue to not post anything, ever.
Hey everyone, I got a new job and now my exhaustion from working is a bigger problem than writer's block. Also I have a bad habit of spreading myself too thin over several writing and translation projects and other hobbies. I am making slow progress on both The Special Babysitter and A Princess At Home, and now I will give a tease of what I have done for The Special Babysitter. Enjoy as the style becomes more lewd and strays farther and farther from God.

The unique sound of heavy, trotting footsteps on soft carpet awakens me. I turn over in my bed with open eyes to see, as expected, Madison’s short body and its bulges of fat. However, I did not expect to see her half naked, and start to inhale through my nose (as if a gasp) only to cut it off halfway. She still wears the tight T-shirt from last night, and in her morning sleepiness she allows it to creep up almost to her navel. More impressive though, is that she wears no pants. White cotton briefs cover her crotch and hips and leave the rest of her over-plump, jiggling legs bare. When looking at the naked skin, it is more apparent than ever that her thighs squish together from her crotch all the way to almost her knees. These observations are secondary to the two that lie between them: hips threatening to burst her panties with their feminine-looking fullness, (though I know that under that layer of fat thicker than my fist there is little-to-no maturity in the bone growth,) and the mound above her nether area which stretches the cotton cloth with its swollen ripeness. I imagine mounting her and letting the weight of my hips rest on top of that guardian cushion, and try to guess if it would be soft enough to stay comfortable. No, I violently shake my head on the pillow. It is too soon for those thoughts.
>>1544
Nyehh, why must it always be the best of writers who have time-consuming jobs and distractions? You may truly be the best of us.
>>1544
Crossing fingers for description of fatty boobs
>>1545

Hessian, the fact that you just typed "nyehh" merely confirms my suspicion that you are, in reality, a horse.

>>1544

That said, NYEHH
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>>928
Okay I've just finished watching all of Maid Dragon including the DVD shorts and I gotta say I'm with you bastards; not only does she have someone completely infatuated with her that would spoiler Kanna at the drop of a dime while outright expressing her love towards Kannas present softness, they also have Fafnir selling books of curses at Comiket in a city where it seems to very easily run into people you know (infectious WG curse and a dragon that constantly unknowingly flaunts her top tier body around).

I doubt anyone would care about Kanna putting on weight since Dragons can't get sick or whatever while the weight probably would easily come off with a little bit of time in her dragon form.

Riko wouldn't care if the weight spilled over to her so long as she can keep pampering Kanna and her parents don't seem to give a shit what their children do.
Alright everyone, this thread is looking a little dead. What we need are some new posts and potentially some new material. Eromanga sensei just ended, and while the whole thing was trash, there is potential there.
>>1790
I didn't watch it. Should I bother?
>>1791
In all honesty, I would. It's not as horrible as people say it is, but it isn't this great anime either. All and all, if you like Loli's, it's probably a good series for you. Not great, but not good.
>>1792
Eh, I might check it out. Is there are fat-fanart?
>>1798
That's the thing, there's rather little of it. Hell, there's rather little art of it in general, despite a bunch of people talking about how trash it is. SAO was trash, but that get's a whole sub genre in the FA anime community…
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>>1790
I guess I can share something I started and worked on and off through the last month. The story's based off a character named Miyuki Hoshizora, from Smile Precure. However, the characterization is pretty off to how she is in the show, it's more just me imagining this character in a fairly generic kind of setting and situation. It's my first WG story and I wanted to do something straightforward to get it off my chest.

-Miyuki Hoshizora spent two weeks of her vacation at her grandma's house, and knowing how good of a girl Miyuki was, liked to spoil her with lots of yummy sweets. Cookies and cake were often made for her as between meal snacks, and she ate large helpings as often as she could, often feeling full more often than not. When she got back, she looked only the slightest bit rounder.
-Miyuki's habits changed slightly for the rest of her vacation. She spent more time watching TV, less time outdoors, trying to stay from the dreadful heat. Glazing her eyes amongst the soft glow of her favorite cartoons, she idly munched away at the bag of greasy potato chips. "Miyuki hun, dinner's ready," yelled her Mom. Her eyes blinked back into existence, and noticed the sun that was just starting to rise when she sat down was casting shadows in the opposite direction. Miyuki wiped the salty crumbs off her hands on her softening belly.
-One of the last days of summer, Miyuki went outside with her family to go on a walk around town. She changed her clothes for once into a nice pair of jersey shorts she had at the beginning of the season, only to notice that they suddenly felt tighter than usual! She strained herself a little bit to pull them over her thighs before finally slipped into place, but now noticed that her belly formed a distinct protrusion over her waistband. She thought about what happened, and she might have snacked a bit too much over the course of the summer… but ignored it and went on.
-As she walked throughout town, she noticed that she was starting to get a bit winded while everybody else was still walking and talking. She needed a break. "Hey Mom, since it's a nice day, can you pretty pretty please get me some ice cream?" Miyuki pouted. "Alright, if that's what you want dear," said her Mom, "but you know Miyuki, you've been pigging out a lot lately," she said, eyeing her pudge. Miyuki's face got a little red, but when she got her favorite double scoop ice cream, she completely forgot about it as she started to slurp down the icy confection. "Hey, I decided to get you a little extra." Miyuki turned around and found her grandma holding a second ice cream cone of the same size and flavor. "Oh gee, thanks Grandma!" Miyuki smiled, overjoyed that she got her second helping of ice cream she needed. Miyuki and her family had a family BBQ, and when she got home, she tore off those tight, sweaty jersey shorts, and rubbed her plump, overstuffed gut.
-School had begun, and stress had caused Miyuki's eating habits to continue its unhealthy reign. Chips, soda, cookies, pudding, doughnuts and various kinds of snack cakes always seemed to find their way into the hungry appetite of Miyuki. A big belch was let out as she did her homework over the evening. Something about the junk food she ate made her feel content with wanting to eat more to get the edge off. School was getting very stressful on her, having to walk back and forth between class periods, sometimes even needing to go up the stairs too. The porky girl leaned backward and looked up, daydreaming.
-A few weeks had had passed since the beginning of the school year, and our pudgy girl sat by the TV again, pulling out a small brownie from a package and munching at it. She was feeling down, getting scolded at by her parents for having to pay the school for a new uniform. She knew she was going to need a new set of clothes sooner or later the way she was snacking, but she couldn't help it. She was getting hungrier by the day, it seems. Over the course of the last few months her portions at mealtimes got larger and larger. Miyuki always wanted her seconds of beef and rice, though to be fair her greens were still on the small side. She chugged down on a bottle of her favorite soda and readjusted her seating, leaving a bit of bounce on her body. Her tummy grumbled again, and reached into the box of brownies. No luck, it seems. Miyuki then got a little worried, because she felt really comfortable on the couch, and didn't want to get up to get more brownies. "Miyuki, dinner time!" Her Mom yelled. Looks like it was very convenient timing! Miyuki heaved herself up, leaving a little bounce, and ran to the table. Hamburgers and rice, yes please. The hungry girl gobbled up as much as she could. "Seconds please!" Said Miyuki, helping herself before the rest of the table finished half their plates. "Whoa, slow down there," said her father, noting his daughter's fast consumption rate. Miyuki pretended not to listen while gobbling up a second helping of hamburger, and sighed in content, rubbing her stuffed belly. "C-can I have some dessert?" she said. "Sigh, can't you wait for the rest of us to finish?" Miyuki's dad said. "Awwww…"
-It was getting close to Halloween, and along with the spooky atmosphere brought along by the decorations and costumes brought in loads and loads of delicious candy and sweets. Miyuki, of course, couldn't help but find every opportunity to have a little snack here and there. Her constant habits of eating junk food and lazing around started to have a notable effect on her frame. Her arms are a little doughier, her legs have gotten fuller and plump, along with her rump, which expanded outward considerably. Her smiling cheeks, even when not stuffed with food, grew fuller in volume, and looking closely you could see a second chin forming. And of course, all that food has to be held somewhere, in her big, soft bloated belly, stretching outward to the point where it's starting to sag downward. All this extra weight gave the this plumping girl a somewhat piggish appearance, and her appetite really drives it home. "A little more can't hurt," said Miyuki, taking a decent sized handful of treats from a 'free sample' sign.
-On Halloween day, of course, she got to spend it with her grandma. When she entered the door and saw her smiling face, Miyuki was more excited at the tray of Halloween themed cookies at the table. She grabbed one before hugging her elder kin, and took a bite during the hug. "I know you love sweets, so how about you'd like to learn how to make some pumpkin pie with me?" said her grandma. Miyuki loved the proposition, and spent the evening baking away.
-The piggish girl spent the night away snacking, snacking, and more snacking on the cookies, then the pie. Two generous sized slices were taken immediately by her. Miyuki smelled the deliciousness of the pie, and ate it in as big bites as possible. The weight and heft of the pie immediately slid into her belly, giving her a satisfying sense of fullness around her girth. Upon finishing, Miyuki rubbed her tummy, which felt like a large jiggly ball of dough resting over her back. While watching TV, she idly dug her finger into her gaping belly button, feeling how deep it is, before closing her eyes.
-It was 3:30AM when she woke up, and she had to eat something. Miyuki knew what her goal was, the pie, and she wanted to finish the rest of it if it took her life for it, or at least, that's what her belly's groans told her. Fumbling around in the dark, she eventually finds the handle of the fridge door and opens it, creating a wondrous golden light over her beaming face. Fork in hand, she started stuffing her face over the hapless pie, taking it out little by little. As she ate, she could feel her belly once again fill up with delicious food. There was perhaps only one small slice left before she felt completely bloated, and had to close the fridge door and sit down for a minute before finishing. "I know I can do it, it's just a pie", she kept thinking, before mustering up her appetite once more and finishing the last little piece. Her belly was stuffed to the brim, it almost shook from holding in so much food. "ahhhh…." she said, before closing her eyes, imagining how good breakfast is going to be.
-It's now officially wintertime, and Miyuki's weight not only continued to climb, she wanted to keep going. Ever since that pie, she wanted to find new ways to push herself into eating more food. Obviously, winter treats from Christmas and taking extra helpings of creamy hot chocolate was a way for her to go. There was no other words for it now, Miyuki had grown absolutely fat. Every now and then, she would look at her soft, jiggly body and find new dimples. She had outgrown another size of school uniforms, and her parents are starting to get worried over their daughter's health. Every now and then when Miyuki thinks if she should eat a bit more whether she's hungry or not, she goes straight in and eats some more. Snacks are getting larger, portions at mealtime keep growing, often requesting thirds and her parents have to make extras just for her. All for that big fat gut of hers. Miyuki came back from school and immediately ran over to her spot on the couch to munch on some delicious mini chocolate doughnuts in front of the TV.
-Well, it's official now. Miyuki's belly had grown so fat she can't see her feet anymore, sitting down anyway. When she walks, she waddles her fat thighs and enormous ass cheeks back and forth. When her arms are resting on her sides, they don't go straight down. When she tries to stand up from sitting, she has to pull herself up by leaning forward first. Her life is sitting in front of that TV, eating junk food and getting fatter, and she loves that life. In fact, she now has a TV in her room, where she lays down, sprawled on her bed. "gulp, gulp, chew…", Miyuki's gorging herself on some doughnuts and soda. Her slow waddling and apparent beet-redness that comes off her face from climbing stairs at school is offset by having special permission to leave classes early… but this is spring break. 11 days for her to just lay around and eat, eat, eat. Most of the time Miyuki just gets a snack, then when that's done she gets another snack, and so on until it's mealtime, and boy does she love to chow down on that.
-It's lunchtime at school, and Miyuki's sitting alone with a large banquet of food. At least 3 lunch trays, a few bags of chips and bottles of soda, and a salad… absolutely drenched in dressing and cheese. Nobody bothered to want to sit near her, so she eventually got comfortable pigging out in school as she does at home. Miyuki loves to eat fast and with huge bites, filling up her mouth with as much food as she can. The lunch bell was about to ring, which signaled Miyuki's least favorite class: Gym.
-It was time for physical exams, and the fatass Miyuki was nervous as all hell. "Hoshizora Miyuki!" The gym instructor called out. Miyuki had to hold out both her arms and lean her whole body forward to level her ass off the chair, and waddled towards the scale. The scale struck loud and hard, Miyuki had her eyes closed and trembled. "H-how much do I weigh?" She asked. The gym instructor glanced at her menacingly, and said right back, "I dunno, how much do you weigh?". Miyuki tried to look down, but all she saw was this big, gelatinous ball of jello surrounding her abdomen. She tried to angle herself left and right, but couldn't actually find the numbers by her feet. "I-I honestly can't read it…". The crowd laughed while the instructor snorted in disgust. He leaned over to look at the number, and shouted "112.4 kilograms!". There was a loud gasp in the crowd followed by complete silence. Tears were starting to well up in Miyuki's eyes. "Miyuki, only one year ago you used to be perfectly fit and strong as an ox. What the hell happened?". "sniff… sniff", "c'mon, with a little exercise we can get rid of *this*" said the instructor, giving Miyuki's chub a firm shake. "We can also set up a diet plan for you, get you taken care of and-", Miyuki started to burst into tears. "No instructor I-", Miyuki sobbed, "I… I WANNA BE FAT! WAAAHHH!!". Miyuki cried and waddled out of the gym as fast as she could.
-Sitting on a bench, Miyuki continued sobbing, ignoring the various students pacing back and forth between classes. Notably, one of them, a slender yellow haired girl, stopped and sat next to the crying fatty. "h-hi, I was there when you started crying, are you okay?", said the girl. "N-no, I just… I've gotten so fat, and I, I don't know what to do!", said Miyuki, wiping streams of tears from her eyes. "It's okay, everyone makes mistakes. I never really had friends all year, and it was because I never went out and talked to them.", she said. "Why's that?", "Because… b-because I'm really shy. I'm really shy and scared to talk to other people. But you also doesn't seem to be around other people much, m-maybe we could start being friends? If you don't mind, I mean. Uh… what did you say your name was again?", said the girl. "Well, my name's Miyuki Hoshizora." said Miyuki, "Well nice to meet you Miyuki, my name's Yayoi Kise.". Miyuki wiped off some more tears and hugged her, "I'm so glad you're here for me, everybody seems to make fun of me behind my back." she said. Yayoi began to blush a deep red as she felt the meaty girl wrap her arms around her.
-"Are you sure you can eat all that?" Yayoi asked standing behind the ever hungry Miyuki in the lunch line. "I'm starving, I hadn't eaten in practically all day!" Miyuki pestered, ignoring her rather large breakfast of 4 waffles drenched in syrup and butter with a handful of bacon, and mid-morning snack of a couple jelly doughnuts she keeps in her locker. Miyuki piled her usual 3 lunch trays with food, including her salad drenched in as much dressing, ham and cheese as possible. "Yes, the good cookies are back!" She said, piling on a good 3 or 4 of them on one of the trays, "Hey, would it be okay if you helped me carry this?". Yayoi abliged, looking slightly awkward doing so. Miyuki plopped her lardy ass on the closest seat to the line and began to feast. Yayoi began picking at her food too, but couldn't help but stare at Miyuki's eating habits. It was somehow… admirable to watch such a big girl try to eat so much in so little time. "auuuuahhhhh!" Miyuki stretched her arms, leaned back, and let out a little belch. "oh- I'm so sorry! I can be a pig at lunchtime sometimes…", "No, i-it's okay," admitted Yayoi.
-"huff… huff… grrrrrnnnghhhh!". Miyuki was trying to pull her XL shorts over her oversized waistline. "I can't believe these are already getting tight…". After a bit more struggling, she sat back down, pulled out a couple doughnuts from under her bed, and quickly pigged down a couple bites before heaving herself up and trying again. "hrrrrnnngh! ahh!", she finally pulled them up! The overweight girl loudly plopped her ass back on the bed and lazily munched on the doughnuts, eyes glazed at the TV. Normally on a weekend day like this, she wouldn't even bother getting dressed, or even getting up at all except to eat her grossly increased mealtimes and to take the occasional shit. Getting up in most cases is too much of a burden these days, especially when a treasure trove of sweets and soda is hiding within arm's reach. The main reason for Miyuki's recent burst of effort is because she was planning on visiting her newfound friend today. She reflected on an argument she had with her parents earlier that week… "Seriously? Again? Do you know how much those uniforms cost young lady?" her Dad protested. "I-I'm sorry Dad… I mean it, I'll stop snacking tomorrow, I promise!", "I can't believe how unbelievably fat you've gotten since last summer Miyuki. It's like as in if all you've done this past year was eat us out house and home. You don't go outside, you don't talk to anyone, we have to force you to take a shower on school days. In fact, we don't even know if you had any friends since you started school!". "That's… that's not true…" said Miyuki, sobbing. "I… I have a friend!" she said. "Well if you have a friend, could you at least give them a visit every now and then? We love you, Miyuki. I don't want to see you get fatter and fatter and fatter and have complications later in life.". Miyuki gave her tummy a quick scratch. Her shirt doesn't even reach the bottom, and it was purchased only a couple months ago. She was really given a run down by her parents and the school, they're going to have to start to make a custom sized uniform to contain her bulk. Her eyes averted the TV. Stressful moments like those make her hungry, so she popped open a bag of chips and went to town on them. Yayoi wasn't going to visit for another hour or two.
-A car had pulled over to Miyuki's driveway and out came a brown haired woman and her yellow haired daughter. Miyuki lazily pulled herself out of bed, wiping the greasy crumbs off her shirt, and waddled out the door. "My goodness, I didn't expect you to be so…. erm, hi. I'm Yayoi's mom." Miyuki beamed a nice, big smile and greeted her before they drove off to Yayoi's house. When they got inside, Yayoi showed her friend to her room, which was unfortunately upstairs. "Aw man, upstairs?" she exasperated. "It's okay, I'll help you up," her friend said. "huff, huff… gosh, this is almost as bad as school," Miyuki groaned. Her stomach, not used to being ruptured so much on a day off, let out a hungry rumble. "Oh gosh, I'm so hungry,", "It's okay. I expected it," said Yayoi, "so I made something for you to snack on.". Yayoi pulled out a dozen really delicious looking cupcakes, seemingly made earlier that day by herself. Miyuki's hungry eyes widened, and a little drool went out of her mouth. "I gotta eat those cupcakes," she said, and without so much as waiting for any kind of reply, she grabbed the tray out of her friend's hands and started munching on them. Once again, Yayoi was fascinated in how the hungry girl kept eating through such a large amount of food. These cupcakes were really delicious for Miyuki, as she kept filling her mouth to compacity, letting crumbs get all over her face and flabby gut. "urrrrrp!" the pig let out. "Gosh, did you even taste those cupcakes?" her friend said. "Yeah, they were really good!", said Miyuki, "They made me feel ultra happy!". "Ultra happy?", Yayoi thought. Suddenly, Yayoi felt a flash of emotion within her, and suddenly had an urge. "Miyuki," she asked, "uhhh, are you still hungry?". "hmmmm, well now that I think of it, I kinda always am?" she replied. Miyuki never really put much thought into it. Her growing food addiction just kinda happened when she had previously gotten pampered by her grandma, then wanted to feel that nice, cosy bloated feeling again. Right now, she was feeling a bit warm and stuffed on the inside, but maybe she could feel a bit more peckish since it's a special sleepover with her friend? "I mean sure. Why not? It's a special sleepover and I could always go for some more goodies," Miyuki said, flaunting her stomach a little. Yayoi gulped, looking directly at it.
-"We don't have much, but if you want you can have some cookies if you like!" Yayoi said. Miyuki obliged, can't say no to free food. "Hey, could we just hang out down here in the living room, the stairs kinda…". Yayoi nodded, she knew. Miyuki flipped the television onto her favorite wacky Japanese cartoons while idly munching away at the box of cookies. Yayoi sat close by her fat friend, and couldn't stop thinking about her. "she-she's actually kinda… cute…" she thought. A few hours of TV flew by between the two, as the cookies slowly dwindled down. Yayoi had to have a couple herself, since they were right there. "Hey girls, I'm gonna order a pizza for dinner tonight, what would you like on it?", asked Yayoi's Mom. "hmmm…. hey Mom, would it be okay if we had two pizzas for tonight?". Miyuki's ears perked at that idea.
-It was clear from there that Yayoi was a bad influence on Miyuki's diet. Sleepovers happened every other weekend and they were fairly similar to what happened to the first one, maybe with a bit more junk food and a bit more greedy appetites on the girls' ends. Miyuki's belly fat swelled to the point where she couldn't see her feet at all, not that she needed them much anyway. Her face notably got more plump as well, with a true double chin hanging at all angles. Yayoi of course loved to bake sweets for her newfound best friend. Usually they were given walking home to school, during lunch, between classes, after school, during sleepovers, random visits on the weekends. Yayoi learned what Miyuki loved best and started adding more butter, thick chocolate frosting, ect. It's currently lunch at school right now, Miyuki loading up her trays and Yayoi helping with a little extra helpings. "ugh, umf! These cafeteria tables are getting a bit tight aren't they?", Yayoi bit her lower lip when her friend said that. "Yeah, just a little," she said, "or maybe, that just got a little bit bigger,". Miyuki blushed as Yayoi did a playful poke against her gut. "Well hey, I'm not the only one who just got a bit bigger," she retorted, and poked Yayoi's belly pudge, which just slightly got noticeably bigger. "H-hey, I'm… not getting fat!" she yelled while Miyuki giggled. "Alright, close your eyes. I got a new kind of cupcake for you to try…" Yayoi teased. Miyuki obeyed her command and closed her eyes with her mouth open, tongue sticking out all goofy looking. Her friend leaned in really close and slowly fed her the cupcake. Yayoi's heart was beating super fast and got shaky all over, like as in if this event was absolutely vital for her to do before she died. Miyuki soulfully munched away at the soft, buttery confection as it was fed to her, one doughy arm against her plump cheek. "mmmmMMMMM! This makes me feel ultra happy~!". "I-I'm glad you like it," said Yayoi. She continued slowly forcing the cupcake, even as her friend opened her eyes, down her throat as she ate it, and while not paying attention, her fingers accidently slipped into her mouth. Miyuki then began to suck the chocolatey frosting off her fingers. Suddenly, Yayoi emotionally imploded. Her heart started screaming for her, and a sudden burst of wetness was felt from her nether regions. Miyuki, before eating anything else, slowly turned her head to her friend, who was blushing beyond belief, and gave her a wink, before starting at her meal.
-Somehow, in a year, Miyuki Hoshizora, age 14, went from 49kg to roughly 112kg, more than doubling her weight, right in time for summer vacation. The fatty's gelatinous body plopped hard on the bed, sending waves across her body. "mmmm, my favorite…", she said, opening a box of mini chocolate doughnuts. Chocolaty goodness filled her mouth., "chomp, chomp, chomp…" shoved the doughnuts between her plump cheeks as quickly as possible, smearing chocolate across her lips and face. She ate another one… and another one… and another one… oops! Looks like the box is gone! "hapupu…" the fatty teen said. Miyuki wasn't particularly hungry at that moment, but she began to develop a habit where she poked her pointer fingers in the mid-lower section of her gut and jogged them around. When her gut jiggles for awhile, she starts to feel hungry again. *g-grooooannnnn…* She looked down at her expansive body. Softness puffed out her entire frame, like a vaguely pinkish marshmallow. Months of gorging and gluttony packed her ass, thighs, belly and more with softness. From her perspective, her gut obstructed a fair amount of her downward view. *groooooannnnnnn*… "I hope mom bought ice cream again," Miyuki said. "huffffph!" she said while maneuvering her weight to pull herself off the bed.
-"S-seconds.. please!" said a certain voice in another building. Yayoi's appetite since meeting Miyuki had expanded quite a bit since they became friends. "gulp, chomp, chew…" the meal was devoured quite greedily for such a small girl. "Gosh hun, you've really begun to enjoy my cooking, huh?", "o-oh?" Yayoi blushed. Later that night, the yellow girl decided to take a look at herself in the mirror. She slid off her shirt, then her shorts, which noticeably left some relief on her frame. Yayoi checked her appearance in disbelief. She was softer. She was rounder, flabbier, and heavier. "N-no! I…." she said, pulling back. Feeling a little shake from her arms, she decided to feel them. They were a certainly little bit flabbier. "Could this be…?" Yayoi pondered. She began to recall how she used to barely eat half a burger before putting it down. But hanging out with her rather large friend, she felt more encouraged to eat her fill, and maybe some more. A little bit more fries, drink a little more soda, extra cupcakes and snacks on the side… suddenly, a single plate for dinner was not enough to satisfy her. For the past couple weeks, she asked her mom to pile on more food for her. A small burst of gas channeled through her abdomen. "urrrrrppp!". The pudgy girl fell into her bed. Thinking about her own recent weight gain, then focusing on Miyuki for a bit… then she turned to herself. What if she kept hanging out with her? She couldn't help but feel pleasure in watching her fat friend eat… and snack alongside her. Then Yayoi came to a realization. What's it gonna be like when she's as fat as her friend? Her legs twitched and her chest and body felt hot. Already in her underwear, lying in bed… it's the summer heat as well. Mom was downstairs washing the dishes, and there was only one thought in her mind. Yayoi laid one hand on her belly, and the other pulled down her panties…
-"god I'm starving…", became Miyuki's catchphrase over the summer. She could say that coming out of her room, grab a couple bags of potato chips and soda, run back into her room, and come out a couple hours later for the same thing. Summer brought nothing but snacks, snacks, snacks. Her parents had basically given up on trying to encourage their daughter to get in shape. As the weeks went by you could see the fat gut on Miyuki lean further outward, her stance a little bit lazier and wider, and her summer shorts looking a little bit tighter. The trip to her grandma's for a weekend was not much more than Miyuki getting herself a 10 gallon bucket of ice cream and slowly whittling it down before coming back, sometime midway through breaking the waistband of her 2XL shorts. "uuuUUUUURRRRRPPP! I knew I could eat this pecan pie… oh, I could feel it in my stomach…". She fell asleep in her usual obese stupor, blue light glowing across her expansive body.
- The fat pink girl waddled onto a park bench and heaved her weight into the bench, complete with a slight creak. It was the family cookout again. There were six burgers on a table, and only one mouth it was meant for. "dang bench…" said Miyuki, struggling a bit to fit in before deciding to squeeze her belly fat around the table top. She drooled at the sight of the greasy patties before rudely digging in. As she continued to grow fatter and fatter, Miyuki's eating habits have grown more piggish. "BURRRRRRRRPP!" she said, patting her gut. She felt full and bloated from stuffing herself from such a feast, but she decided to jog her belly with her fingers again until she felt a groan from her tummy. "oh! Ice cream, my favorite!" she exclaimed, looking at the ice cream shop. "huff, urmph..!" Miyuki struggled a bit to pull herself off the bench, the same bench she had only two mere ice cream cones off of before. A hand suddenly came into her peripheral vision. "Hey…" It was Yayoi. "Oh wow hey girl! How's it goin? I see you've been packin in the pounds there~", "Hey, look who's talking!" she pointed, noting her bloated friend lodged in a park bench. "here, let me help you out…" and after a short struggle the fatty broke free of her wooden prison. *grooaaaaannnnnn…* "Now I'm REALLY hungry," said the pink girl, exhausted from managing the slightest bit of effort. "Do you happen to have some money? I wanna get some ice cream really badly!" she said. "Oh don't worry," said Yayoi, with a mischievous smile, "I was counting on that". Not one, or two, or even three, but four ice cream cones were in the fatty glutton's arms. "it's been awhile since we hung out… u-uh…", Yayoi stammered, trying to organize her thoughts towards her friend, "what is it?", Miyuki slurped between greedy bites. "W-well, I have saved a fair bit of money this summer, w-would it be-" "Of course! I'd love to be with my bestest buddy!" Miyuki exclaimed.
>>1936
Dang my formatting sucks, it looked way better in word
>>1937
Pastebin tends to help with keeping the format like it was written with.

Also, in other news, the Kobayashi manga's been updating again, and in chapter 45, Kanna keeps getting belly rubs by her loli-lesbian-lover.
http://kissmanga.com/Manga/Kobayashi-san-Chi-no-Maid-Dragon/Vol-005-Ch-045--Iruru-and-Saikawa?id=376128

This situation could be quite abusable for a weight gain story.
>>1936
It is pretty generic and straightforward, just like you said, but your writing has a certain attitude that make me excited to read it to the end. I think you should keep practicing and keep writing. I'd love to see what you can come up with for original characters.
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What did you expect; didn't that focus a good bit on a loli making hentai? SAO might have been trash but it still had a big range of good looking females and it also had a lot of action and that video game world theme a lot of people like.

>>1938
It's been updating for a while now; they just put out the chap 57 yesterday.

>This situation could be quite abusable for a weight gain story

And it will be but chap 62 might be where the real gold is but if that bit about Kanna getting belly rubs is enough to make you happy; just wait til you get to where Iruru gets a job.
If you didn't know; there was an OVA put out with the blueray that has the Valentines day stuff on it.
Kobayashi almost molests Kanna.

>>1937
Should reread it; while it's far better than the usual Pretty Cure fat fiction, there's still a lot of wording errors. Also might wanna use a dictionary/thesaurus if you're trying to think of a word but it just won't come out because ruptured is the wrong thing to use unless you're thinking of anything beyond jostled or starved with that sentence.

>>1939
>I'd love to see what you can come up with for original characters
…Don't get him down that road; we already have you, Hessian, and Nowaya. Last thing I need is for you triplets to end up a quad.
>>1940
I know you're not super serious but I'm just glad to see new talent in /elite/ that cares about loli, and that doesn't make me cringe or bored.
>>1943
>I know you're not super serious
Except for the quadruplet part. Only person that makes stories for nonOC characters is Cooly who is far more invested in blueberry lolis when he feels like writing about a loli and then there's you three who seem to have meshed together your love of immobile/near immobile loli and slob and/or sexual content. Kinda wanna see the talent spread out instead of focused on immobile blob lolis and of something I already have some connection to though it's not this time since I have no interest in watching Smile Precure/Glitter Girls or at least not until I've seen Futari and Heartcatch; maybe Splashstar.
>>1944
Hey now, I'm no huge fan of immobile blobs. Besides a couple of Writing.com chapters, I'm not sure I've ever even written one. That's more Nowaya's field of expertise.
My problem with fanfiction is that I've generally not seen the show or manga in question, which makes it kinda hard to write the characters. Smile Precure, Glitter Girls, Futari and Heartcatch, Splashstar… I've literally never head of any of them. Plus, it effectively limits one's audience to other people who have also watched the show, since people who haven't are probably going to be lost.
>>1945
>it effectively limits one's audience to other people who have also watched the show, since people who haven't are probably going to be lost
Same could be said for OC stories, you don't exactly need to know a character to enjoy the story and the fact there's physical pictures of the character out there means it doesn't take much to imagine the character. You only really need to know the series if you wanna make good fanfiction instead of just fatfiction with characters you like.

>I've literally never head of any of them

Someone doesn't like Dragonball enough, doesn't like yuri, and hasn't touched magical girl since they were little (Precure took Sailor Moons place as top dog). Also "Glitter Girls" is the name Saban went with when they localized Smile Precure. Futari is the first series and Heartcatch is seen as the best while unlike the other magical girl series; you don't need to watch the older series to avoid missing something since the only time they're joined is in those crossover movies.

When it comes to the Magical girl series; Precure is the one people go to for the fights and yuri undertones.
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>>1946

Dang guys I did not expect this to get this much attention (though the lack of having posts here is probably a good contributer here).
I originally intended to write up until Miyuki got immobile, inspired by pic related, but I was also inspired by a friend of mine I used to ERP with, using the same characters. When I went back to the actual show (and helped edit a translation of the tie-in novel a friend's doing) I came to realize that Miyuki's characterization was a lot more involved than I remembered and that you could pretty much replace Miyuki with any other name in my story and it'd pretty much be the same thing. You aren't missing anything from the anime, there's no transformations, monster attacks, 3 of the girls are absent (though I was gonna do a joke where Yayoi was like 'there's a shaved ice and an okonomiyaki stand at the beach, and while they were competitive, I decided that you just had to have both~!), and pretty much everything unique to the show isn't there, so I feel it isn't worth much as a fanfic unless you're like me and hardcore ship pink and yellow.

I wrote this as for a friend who started to disappear more when he went to college to suppliment our RPs, and I started to go the deep end without him shortly afterword. I don't have much intention to continue this story, if at all it'd be really slow, but I really appreciate the feedback and it's nice to know there are fellow Precure fans that lurk here. I might do a story with different characters down the line though.
>>1949
>unless you're like me and hardcore ship pink and yellow
Always the connection to Dragonball or the yuri…exactly why I really wanna get into Precure.
Must be hard finding any good pictures of that pairing what with the Japs loving Yellow as a voyeur.

Also I doubt there's much of any Precure fans here; everyone seems to have moved on from Magical Girl since their childhood of Sailor Moon or jumped on the Madoka bandwagon. I think there have been some that have gotten into the KiraKira Precure series. Did Smile ever do anything with the Hansel and Gretel fairy tale?
I loooove Precure. Watched Heartcatch, DokiDoki, Happiness Charge and Go! Princess Precure so far before falling off with Mahosukai. Which were all really good. I've been wanting to write or RP something, either with Heartcatch or another installment, but I've never been sure how to approach it in a way that fits the series. I'm a tight-ass when it comes to making works feel like they fit into the source somehow. It's how I approach any of them since I mean…if you go too far off-character what's the point of using established series to begin with.
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>>1954
>I'm a tight-ass when it comes to making works feel like they fit into the source somehow
They're series where the monsters are created from feelings and desires, make your own or make your own with the villains experimenting with the process which leads to the monster seemingly disintegrating and no one realizing it's still alive so its influence emanates throughout the town, making everyone embody the lewd effects of the desire in both body and mind until the Cures start really piecing together what's happening and attempt to make the monster re-solidify so they can put an end to it and their towns expansion.
>>1954
Miyuki-fag here, I've been looking for a new RP partner. If you're interested, my discord tag is Mayo#1929.

>>1955
I've always been a fan of the idea of a monster being a giant food object, and it somehow getting consumed by the girls making them super fat. There was this one really good Sailor Moon fanfic that did something like that with pizza monsters.
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>>1966
>I've always been a fan of the idea of a monster being a giant food object, and it somehow getting consumed by the girls making them super fat
I'm legitimately surprised there hasn't been any expansion what with the amount of food based monsters I've seen while researching though I have heard of the witch series having them stuff themselves undoing a magical accident (unless I'm thinking of a different IP). I'd rather have the effects drawn out so that they'll end up fighting other monsters throughout their expansion with them having to drastically readjust to their weightgain in fights from the speed their gaining making their bodies feel a lot heavier than the last fight not to mention heavy wobbling guts putting them even more off balance if it isn't thick thighs slowing them down with forced waddling and then there's the fact their larger sizes will make it difficult not getting stuck during fights in confined spaces. Only caveat is trying to think up how everyone in their life will react to their gaining.

I enjoy the fact Suite has a monster that's a giant cake with two racks of ribs.
>>1949
I would absolutely love to talk about this some time, even if I don't know the characters, and I do happen to RP as well
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>>2084
There's always the wiki for a quick and easy source of information to help make the conversation go smoother:
http://prettycure.wikia.com/wiki/Smile_Pretty_Cure!

While I've been watching Futari; I've noticed there might be a way to fatten them up within through their dreams if a Zakenna is used on that chef card but it depends on how Poisony is like since the wiki says she's far more discrete so she seems like the best bet at a drawn out plan to inhibit their ability to fight.
>>2085
Sounds good, of course I wouldn't know where to get in contact with you, or rp with you.
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>>2087
I don't RP.

Think I'm gonna try to watch Smile after I get finished with originals first series but Justice League's slowing me down on that while everything else is winding down.

I do have a question for the guy who started the interest in Pretty Cure; how exactly do you see the Smile Cures filling out, do you see them being around the same body type, do you them varied; if so, how do you see each?
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>>2088
The girls have pretty varied personalities, so I see them filling out in different ways.
Miyuki would be ass heavy, with ass cheeks that wobble independently when she walks, but also have a great big, very round gut. She's a dumb gullible fuck so I'd imagine she'd be tricked into an unhealthy diet easily, and would be the jiggliest of the cures from how much energy she has.
Akane, being more athletic, would be more strongfat with hefty thighs and arms and most of her fat goes to her tits. Despite being fat she'd still have lots of stamina, so she'd probably switch from volleyball to sumo.
Yayoi is the least athletic of the Smiles, and would probably be the most belly heavy. I imagine she'd get a nice double belly and chunky thighs, but have a relatively thin face and arms. Definitely the most sensitive to negative comments and stares, and would be led into a life of stress eating the most.
Nao's Mom is canonically a touch chubby, but I'd like to take liberties and say if she got really obese, most of her weight would go to her ass and thighs, kinda having that fat walmart mom look about her. She's canonically the most gluttonous of the cures too, but in a weight gain setting I'd make her the most crass, with her belching loudly all the time.
I just can't see Reika being fat in my head, but I guess uh, she'd be all around more plump everywhere. She's the token smart character of the team, so I'd imagine if say, Majolina made a debuifier and tricked the Smiles to live a fatty lifestyle, she'd be the least tempted because of her tempered nature.

Now if you really want to watch Precure to write weight gain yuri stuff, check out Suite, where the main duo practically write themselves, or alternatively Fresh, where the main three girls regularly eat doughnuts after school on a daily basis.
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>>2092
>Nao
>She's canonically the most gluttonous of the cures too, but in a weight gain setting I'd make her the most crass, with her belching loudly all the time
The way the child that helps raise their siblings are in anime; it makes me think she'd at least hold that in around her family and confined to her time hanging out with the Cures outside of public places that aren't geared around fat females or eating a lot so as to not weird her family out nor shame them from looking like a loud pig.

>Reika

She could be a bit more of a hourglass though harder to notice than the others from the fat making her body look bigger. That body type would have her trying her hardest to adapt to her ballooning numbers by making sure to exercise and train whenever she's not doing anything or at least nothing that needs the whole body (always munching on something while training) so that she won't worry her Archery team about her sizable breasts getting in the way of her aim or getting exhausted before the match ends and making sure she'll still have the strength to complete all her duties as student council president and whatever else she's into; all the while all her effort is helping to keep her body firm instead of saggy.

>Majolina

Wow, from how she reads, that's a huge opening; you just gotta think of how you want the Cures to react to finding out they're fattening up if you don't go the blind to it or the drug messing with their minds and bodies so they feel better with each pound.

Does anything sound like it might be good for the characters? Wikis can be useful but they can be lacking in some key info and aren't always right.

>Suite

>Fresh
But neither of those are the ones I like the character designs while also having the best yuri pics on the net and there's also the fighting but I have been thinking of hitting Suite last.
Any update on special babysitter?
>>2253
It's slow. My mental health is not great and not getting better.
Fair enough. Get better dude
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>>2256
Not a joke about being perverted?
New Writing.com interactive of particular interest to this thread popped up recently: https://www.writing.com/view/2157578 (Little Fatties…)
I'm no insightful critic, but since it isn't "covered in shit" like LGBWG, it could have some potential yet.
And I don't know if this one has been mentioned here? Also seems relevant: https://www.writing.com/view/2082024 (Daddy's Little Fatty)
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>>2092
Now that I've seen everything having to do with Smile (excluding any Allstars movies that have them) I wanna give my thoughts on said Cures fattened.

Miyuki seems far more a belly heavy character to me though that may just be from her being the happy go lucky type. While her body would be soft all over, that large belly of hers would constantly get in the way with Miyuki barely ever noticing; whether it being the soft orb bumping into people or knocking things over. I whole heartedly agree that she'd be the easiest influenced to put on the pounds.

Akane (Her mother also looks a little on the plump side like Naos) would be about the same that you said though it was a toss up between her and Nao since they were the last ones I peg and Akane only got the large breasts from her love of volleyball bleeding into her Sunny Fire so that not only does she need to contend with the weight of her chunky arms slowing her swing, thighs starting to brush together, and her overall weight killing her jump height; Akane has to deal with her giant boobs swinging bulk throwing off her aim.

Yayoi as much as I do admit would be adorable with a nice thick, I'd have to say her derriere would be the thing to explode with fat and would be a source of unending embarrassment from it knocking things over from it being out of her side and steadily getting larger each day, it and her hips bulk creating an easy window for cool air which causes her to quickly try to readjust her skirt as well as she can with her backside being well out of her reach, and having to hope there's armless chairs around after the point of average chairs leaving her in the position of needing help to get out of them. I can see her using Peace Thunder and either cancelling her attack or accidentally casting it on her self from the initial shock throwing her ass into a jiggling fit causing her to try to block the sight of her rump.

Nao I see having a nice round gut to go with her round ass but neither being nearly as big as Miyuki and Yayois. Nao, like you said, has an appetite far larger than the others and as such would end up with her belly being consistently firm from just the amount of food always in it. I'd have to agree with my earlier statement after seeing how she acts around her family when it comes to the burping without restraint part and I imagine she'd keep it to when Reika isn't around when she's hanging out with the other Cures.

Reika I thought long and hard about to try and figure out how she would easily put on weight before I realized her habit of trying to be respectful and have good grades would be her downfall. All you would need her to do is volunteer at an old folks home a lot to help her community and to look better for college; then all you'd need to do is have her balance school work, volunteering, and hanging out with her friends. The old folks would constantly offer Reika sweets as they're sitting and talking from being lonely and rarely ever getting children visiting, then Reika spends time with her friends who drag her out to eat or has her absentmindedly munching on snacks as they study, finally getting home she either completes her schoolwork or attempt to try and exercise some of her newly acquired pudge off which never goes well from everyone keeping her well fed so her fully belly keeps Reika at a useless slow jog that only helps work her appetite back up by the time dinner's ready. Reika would easily have a hourglass figure that turns everyones head and a small layer of fat on her cheeks to preserve a little bit of youthfulness in such a womanly body. I figure it would take a while before she's totally lost herself to food or decide it's not worth risking her attention leaving her grades and will do it whenever she next has vacation.

What I've been thinking about writing would likely be after they've taken down Pierrot which was mostly just because I wanted to do Candys human form too. Wanna make it a mixture of fattening magic and an White Akanbe nose that has no connection to Pierrot so that the Cures wouldn't be able to purify it even if they got stronger but I can't think of a proper way of it being Red Oni and Wolfruns fault that everything ends up blown out of a cauldron that's been boiling for far too long and raining down on the Cures even the two aren't there.
So Hessian, any chance of getting more Zo and Liz?
>>75
tbh
Does anyone know of any good weight gain stories featuring Kanna from Kobayashi-san Chi no Maid Dragon.
>>2824
There are none and the few that have her in the story only have her gaining as an afterthought if at all. Only one I can think of that focuses on Kanna gaining is Chimaeras which isn't good for the simple fact it's just massive gaining from eating everything in sight but it's okay because everyone likes it (no one would like anybody eating all their furniture, I don't care how infatuated Riko is) and she blows up to immobile size in less time than a day.

Kanna is a rare type of character that you can pretty much get away with murder when it comes to getting fat so it sucks that even the few people okay with loli hasn't even really touched her.
>>2826
I figured. I've looked but wasn't able to find anything of value. Surprising considering what I would think is similar content like Love Live/K-On which is around
>>2846
Those are school girl moeshit series that also draws an audience into that type of music; the only surprising thing is that they're outdoing Im@s in the expansion department. There's also the fact most people stay away from loli.

Every time someone makes me bother reading more of the mangas, there's new material that's cropped up. Kanna eats a lot when she's angry (her dad doesn't give a shit about her) and the first thing she thinks about doing when she's alone once she calms down is eating as many snacks as she wants. I just know I'm gonna get more fuel for this once I've read up to the part of Kannas manga where Chloe comes to Japan.
>>1293
I know I'm a whole year late but this sounds wonderful. I love sylvie and your writing.
I demand a bump
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