>>6905 >>6905 Oh shit — I forgot all about this one, though it made a huge impact on my 12yo self. Short descriptions but juicy: "I deleted him," he muttered, and went upstairs to meet her in the kitchen. Lina was fatter. He had sent a woman off to bingo who weighed a hundred and eighty pounds or so. The woman who came back in weighed at least three hundred, perhaps more; she had to twist slightly sideways to get in through the back door. Elephantine hips and thighs rippled in tidal motions beneath polyester slacks the color of overripe green olives. Her skin, merely sallow three hours ago, was now sickly and pale. Although he was no doctor, Richard thought he cold read serious liver damage or incipient heart disease in that skin. Her heavy-lidded eyes regarded Richard with a steady, even contempt. She was carrying the frozen corpse of a huge turkey in one of her flabby hands. It twisted and turned within its cellophane wrapper like the body of a bizarre suicide. "What are you staring at, Richard?" she asked. You, Lina. I'm staring at you. Because this is how you turned out in a world where we had no children. This is how you turned out in a world where there was no object for your love -- poisoned as your love might be. This is how Lina looks in a world where everything comes in and nothing at all goes out. You, Lina. That's what I'm staring at. You. "That bird, Lina," he managed finally. "That's one of the biggest damn turkeys I've ever seen." "Well don't just stand there looking at it, idiot! Help me with it!"

Not exact a book, but the life of Elisabeth Christine of Brunswick-Wolfenbüttel is based a fat fetish story in real life. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elisabeth_Christine_of_Brunswick-Wolfenb%C3%BCttel >After this, the court doctors prescribed a rich diet to increase her fertility, which made her so fat that she became unable to walk, experienced breathing problems, insomnia and dropsy and had to be lowered into her chairs by a specially constructed machine. Picrel is the actual wheelchair she used after she got too fat to walk

From "Reaper's Gale" by Steven Erikson, a fantasy novel featuring a character wearing a magical disguise that makes her appear very fat. “The woman – sudden centre of attention with most conversations falling away – seemed for all her impressive girth to glide as she moved between the blessedly widely spaced tables, and in her dark violet eyes there gleamed a sultry confidence so at odds with her ungainly proportions that Tehol felt an alarming stir in his groin and sweat prickled in enough manly places to make him shift uneasily in his chair, all thoughts of the meal on the plate before him torn away like so many clothes.” “He did not believe it possible that flesh could move in as many directions all at once, every swell beneath the silk seemingly possessed of corporeal independence, yet advancing in a singular chorus of overt sexuality. Her shadow engulfing him, Tehol loosed a small whimper, struggling to drag his eyes up, past the stacked folds of her belly, past the impossibly high, bulging, grainsack-sized breasts – lost for a moment in that depthless cleavage – then, with heroic will, yet higher to the smooth udder beneath her chin; higher still, neck straining, to that so round face with its broad, painted, purple lips – higher – Errant help me – to those delicious, knowing eyes.” It's so vividly written it almost seems like the author could have this fetish. Later in the book the character talks about how much she enjoys wearing the fat lady disguise and how she might just gain the weight for real. " In a secret chamber – what had once been a tomb of some kind – Ormly, the Champion Rat Catcher, sat down opposite an enormously fat woman. He scowled. ‘You don’t need that down here, Rucket.’ ‘True,’ she replied, ‘but I’ve grown used to it. You would not believe the power being huge engenders. The intimidation. You know, when things finally get better and there’s plenty of food to be had again, I’m thinking of doing this for real.” "

Not literature but a published third party dungeons and dragons adventure. Hard to believe this actually happened.

>>6522 https://archiveofourown.org/works/36715729/chapters/91589437 all of byutane's stuff is really good (FFA/BHM). my absolute favourite is katzchen https://archiveofourown.org/works/36715579/chapters/91589116 but its currently unfinished and looking to stay that way, praying every day that she updates it

This might fit what y'all are looking for. https://www.deviantart.com/inanissins/art/Daddy-Dom-Growing-Girl-943862486

>>6565 Glorious, lovely!!! Sad they haven't updated in a while.

This story might have some elements you're looking for. Feedee and her feeder have to talk about how to proceed when confronted with her gain. https://www.deviantart.com/marorbust/art/The-Talk-Part-1-955179793

Check out "Roll change" on dimensions although half of the story is missing

And this: Mary was a gluttonous and very fat woman who lived in a small town. She ate all the time, never stopping to even take a breath. Her stomach was always growling and her hunger was never quenched. She ate until she was stuffed and then some, often going back for seconds and thirds. One day, Mary ate too much and suddenly felt a sharp pain in her stomach. She doubled over in agony, grabbing her stomach as it grew larger and larger. She could feel herself getting taller and fatter as her stomach swelled outwards, stretching her skin and forcing her to the ground. The townspeople came to see what had happened and gasped in horror as they watched Mary balloon in size. They tried to help but all they could do was watch as Mary continued to grow until she was the size of a small house. The townspeople had to find a way to save her, but all they could do was stand and watch as Mary slowly burst. When she was finally gone, all that was left was a small pile of dust. Moral of the story: Eat too much and you will end up like Mary, a fat and gluttonous woman who burst from overeating.

I had some pretty epic 4+ hour AI sessions today, I just copied the text to notepad, where should I upload the text? I think I got autobanned for linking to a text upload site.

>>6764 You can directly upload text files to this site.

Been playing with carefully manipulating chatgpt to produce erotic weight gain fiction and got this: Foxy Roxxie lay on her massive bed, her body covered in layers upon layers of luscious lard and blubber. Her immense belly stretched out before her, reaching towards the floor as it heaved with every breath. She watched as the monitor displayed her ever-increasing weight, the number climbing higher and higher with each passing moment. Her arousal grew with each pound that was added to her already colossal frame, and she found herself unable to resist the urge to touch herself. But as she reached down, her hand was met with a wall of flesh that had grown so thick that she could no longer reach her own sex. Despite this, Foxy was determined to find release, and so she continued to watch the monitor as her weight skyrocketed. At last, the number on the screen reached her highest recorded weight yet: 2000 pounds. As she reached this mind-blowing size, Foxy's body quivered and shook with pleasure, her massive thighs and belly wobbling and jiggling with each wave of ecstasy. She moaned and gasped as her body continued to grow and expand, her skin stretched to the limit with the sheer amount of fat she had accumulated. Finally, she could take no more, and with a shuddering breath, Foxy came with such force that she felt as though she were going to explode. Her entire body shook with the intensity of the orgasm, and she could feel every inch of her massive form quivering with pleasure. As she lay there, panting and gasping for breath, Foxy knew that she was now completely and utterly addicted to the sensation of growing larger and fatter. And so she would continue to gorge herself on the rich, decadent foods that had brought her to this size, reveling in the pleasure and bliss of her immense body.

>>6702 I think the AI is down

https://www.deviantart.com/lordpani/art/Shala-y-el-reto-del-menu-gratis-899394046

alguien sabe como conseguir las historias borradas de baron von lowenstein

>>6580 Si, latinos patos

>>6581 no entendi

>>6582 No. Muy pato. Patos locos latinos.

>>6769 please reup!!!

>>6865 Alright, bet. Check the newer thread.

Vigilante

Anyone have access to that one story and it’s sequel where two lesbian moms, a non binary child, a daughter, and son all get fattened up during the pandemic? It was on deviantart, but I think it got deleted.

>>2722 If I had a cousin that kinky I'd knock her up first then fatten her up during her pregnancy

>>5344 I'm like them, you mean.

>>5345 I'm not nanocarbs, however.

"Her belly screamed at her as she made her way through the potato wedges, Drip huffed as she struggled to keep bringing food to her lips. Her entire body feeling tight all over, she could feel the throb of each heartbeat pulse over her dangerously thin skin. The last potato wedge in her hand, she took a deep breath and pushed it into her mouth. Chewing a few extra times for good luck, she prayed it wouldn't be too much before gulping it down. The wedge of potato, bacon, and cheese hitting her belly, her toes curled as she let out a loud moan and..."

"Sorry, I broke your girlfriend" Two roomates live together: one has a girlfriend, the other doesn't, but has a hobby of collecting old magical paraphanalia, cleaning them up, and selling them at a local shop. One night, the magic roomate and the girlfriend are sitting at the apartment waiting for the first, when the girlfriend accidentally touches something and ends up expanding into an enormous blob. When the first roomate comes back, they find the second trying to clean the place up, and the title comes into play. Temporary mind-break, as the expansion causes her nerves to become super overstimulated. The bulk of the story is them trying to figure out how to turn her back as she's cumming her brains out. Ending A: she's shrunk back down, but has now developed a wg fetish Ending B: they cannot fix her, and so she just becomes a staple of the house

>>4880 Please please do!

"Your honour, the defence has made the very reasonable request that the plaintiffs produce their medical records- or, barring that, a signed HIPAA release so that we can examine the records ourselves" Mr. Reese glanced over at Kim as he spoke. He was one of the defence attorneys at Schweikart & Cokely and the opposing council for the current trial. Kim tapped her pen to her notepad, examining them- Reese wasn't alone, he was being backed up by Rich Schweikart himself, one of the heavy hitters at their firm and a co-founder no less. Kim was alone… HHM had sent her here without backup. Howard never showed up. At first she was excited at the prospect- her first real big assignment. Her first time as lead on a case. At first she thought Howard was just running late, it wasn't until opening arguments that it dawned on her. This was just a formality at this point, she was only here because someone had to be here. She stood, ignoring the uncomfortable tightness of her pant-suit as she did. Ever since that night with Jimmy she had had this hunger she couldn't ignore- Maybe she had been overdoing it. She was obviously aware that her clothes had started to cling a little too snugly to her waist, and of course she had noticed a softness where before there hadn't been. She wasn't unaware, it was just… now wasn't the time. She would have to cut down a bit, but she could think about that later. This was her opportunity to show her grit. She had worked her way out of the mail room, out of doc review- now she would work her way up from here. "Your honour, our clients medical records have no bearing on the merits of this case" Here is a taste of part 2, which is now up on my deviantart page along with part 1. https://www.deviantart.com/therdmguy/art/Kim-Wexler-Attorney-at-Large-929103991 >>4765

>>4932 Forgot to say something before. This is still fantastic, I’m checking all the time for more! I love how close you’re sticking to the story and character

What are the odds of a part 3?

I'll reup the stuff from the last thread too just in case anyone didn't get a chance to save it. ========= What started out as a coincidental meeting whilst going out for lunch turned into a disaster. Wait, let's back it up a little. Hi, I'm Hisao Nakai. I go to a school for the disabled called Yamaku Academy. I've made quite a patchwork quilt of friends since I came here a couple of months ago. There's Emi, a girl with no legs who's the faster runner on the track team, Rin, a painter with no arms, Lilly, a blind girl, Hanako, a quiet and shy girl who survived a fire when she was very young and has massive burn scars all over her body, Shizune, the deaf student council president, and Misha Mikado, her translator. It was early afternoon. Mutou's class was dragging today. When Spring's warmth first rears its head, time tends to move more slowly and you become more eager to go outside anyway. Usually, I'm pretty interested in the ins and outs of physics, but today, I was more occupied with getting lunch soon. My stomach groaned as I watched the seconds tick down on the clock. To my right, I see Misha grinding away at her notes. In front of me, Lezard passes a note to Molly. Maybe a budding romance is in progress? All of that vanishes from my thoughts as the bell rings and brings me sweet release. As if we had shared thoughts through telepathy, Shizune, Misha and I all had the same idea. [Want to go somewhere for lunch?] Shizune asked. Misha was enthusiastic as I was. Cold lunches get really boring after a while. We decided we'd go into town, but choose somewhere other than the Shanghai. We packed our things and before long, found ourselves downtown. There were several options all lined up for us on the same street. A ramen shop, a fairly fancy-looking place that looked far too expensive for how much money we had on hand, and a McDonald's. "Hicchan, have you ever had McDonald's?" Misha asked.

[Okay...But only because I’m a good sport] Hisao winced at the outcome of the match that had taken place. It was an absolute brilliant strategy that she hardly saw coming, who knew that Canada had such tactical value? [Looks like I’m the master at taking risks now, Hisao! Now just like we agreed to!] Hisao paused for a second as she was somewhat taken at exactly what he had to do next. He swallowed his pride and stood up to take his lumps like a man, a guy is only as good as his word after all. [Shizune, I have no idea how we let it get this bad...] Hisao furled his brow at what he had to do. [But we did agree to it] Before him was a no-shit birthday cake, fit for 24 guests. All for her because she had the audacity to ignore North America during his conquest of the world in her game of risk. He began properly with a knife and fork starting from a corner. Shizune was so gracious as to provide a gallon of milk to accompany him but it had soon gotten to the point where it was obvious that Hisao couldn’t carry on. With nearly half a gallon finished and ¾ of the cake gone his prim composure had gone sloppy as he had slumped back in his chair. Frosting had gotten onto his sleeves as well as his belly which was now almost screaming from inside his uniform to be let loose.

It seemed no matter what Hisao just couldn’t win. Shizune was on his case like a hawk stalking a mouse. If he wanted to go somewhere, she would know about it. It didn’t help that Misha was following her every whim, meaning Hisao had to deal with a second pair of eyes to keep Shizune up to date with his whereabouts. There was nothing much Hisao could do about the situation, if he was somewhere Shizune wouldn’t want him, she’d find him and make sure he was in the student council room like he should be. Eventually he was inducted into the council as the official “Doughboy”, as she put it. If Hisao wasn’t eating, he wasn’t doing his job. For weeks on end she’d had Hisao take part in impossible challenges, mainly taking her head on in some kind of contest that Hisao would only win if the planets aligned in his favour. Of course, he lost every one and paid the price, forcible feeding of stupidly large meals his punishment. He would never leave the Council’s headquarters unless his belly was packed with food and his face splattered with the remains of his meal. However, today Shizune was giving him a little mercy. Hisao was given free roam to bring in whatever food he desired today, no challenges or contests, just him getting to eat what he wanted. Of course, he was still eating and this was something he’d rather not do, but he knew not to go against Shizune’s wishes. “Hey Misha.” Hisao merely said, clutching two plastic bags filled with food. His breathing was slightly laboured, having to carry around those bags was pretty tough considering he had little to no muscle to speak of. Both girls took note of the tired out boy, watching his hefty stomach rise and fall with heavy breaths. “Heya there Dough- I mean Hicchan!” Misha replied, quickly remembering that only Shizune had the honour of calling him that. She’d made it very clear Hisao was all hers, though Misha was allowed along for the ride. “We have your spot all warm and ready~” Misha gestured over to Hisao’s seat, instantly recognizable by how beat up and worn it was. Given how fat Hisao had gotten, the already aged chair had suffered, needing a few repairs so it was able to support his weight. [Do enjoy your mercy day, won’t you doughboy?] Shizune signs over, simply smiling as Hisao plops himself onto the old chair, each individual creak and strain audible though the room as his plump rear squeezes in. [I’ve got plenty up my sleeve for you next week] Simply nodding, Hisao settles himself down, moving back slightly so to not let his belly press into the table. Finally, it’s time to sit down and time to eat. Reaching into the first bag of the two, Hisao takes out a rather hearty club sandwich, loaded with plenty of balanced fillings. Even on his off day, he knew Shizune would be breathing down his neck to make sure he ate plenty of his fill. If it wasn’t big enough, she’d no doubt make up for it tomorrow. At least it was a chance for him to get a decent meal in. Most of these food punishments were just junk food, having that forced into you daily wasn’t going to do him any favours, so Hisao strived to make sure his own food selection was balanced and had some decent nutritional value. The room was quiet with nothing but the soft chewing of Hisao’s mouth, enjoying his large meal. It was a nice change of pace to eat for himself, even if he was still eating an obscene amount like the hog he’d become. Moving onto a large bag of pretzels, he savoured the flavours in his mouth, actually having the time to taste something instead of having it forced down his throat was rather nice too. All the while, Hisao couldn’t exactly enjoy himself with all this.

Extra Credit with Shizune. The words rang in Hisao’s head over and over, Misha’s instruction to him before leaving the council room haunting him over and over. Hisao was getting pretty huge at this point, taking the crown as fattest kid in class from Taro, all thanks to Shizune’s watchful eye and calorie heavy regime. Hisao couldn’t remember the last time he had a proper meal, though he could remember eating two wedding cakes and 5000 yen worth of take out food. Even getting uniforms was becoming an issue, Hisao having to rely on Shizune to get his custom size in exchange for letting her feed him as many chocolate bars as she wanted. In his slow heavy waddling stride, Hisao fumbled into the girl’s dormitories, thankly Shizune’s room was on the ground floor. Stairs were currently proving Hisao’s biggest weakness, even a medium sized staircase enough to make him pant for air. Even with elevators it was rather awkward to share one with another person, lest Hisao crammed himself in the corner in an attempt to stop his grand belly from brushing against them. Standing outside of Shizune’s room, he took a deep breath before opening the door. Naturally, he was greeted by Shizune, though for once she wasn’t wearing her uniform. Clad in a more casual outfit, being a white vest and shorts, not to mention clearly not wearing a bra, the deaf/mute grinned as she gestured over to the table beside her, revealing what appeared to be a three course meal. Given how this was Shizune, it was a three course meal which would probably constitute as a buffet. [Uniform? Disappointing, I was hoping you’d dress more appropriately for our date] She signed, confusing Hisao. [What do you mea-] Hisao’s sign was cut off by Shizune slapping his hands aside, poking him in the gut sharply. [Less signing, more eating Doughboy! I cooked this by hand, so you better eat every last morsel!] Poking him until he sat down, Hisao waited until he needed to be prompted. [Use your hands, it’s faster that way] She added, getting a little frustrated with him.

What happened on the last thread that makes this a take two? I remember seeing a Katawa Shoujo thread pop up but then after a day or two it was replaced with this one.