>>10590 Username: Maple Arce

>>10598 Sent!

[Mom X Daughter Slob WG] Hello, hello! I'm looking for someone to rp as a feeder mom to a feedee daughter I plan on rping as. I don't have too much in terms of plot planned out but here's the general idea- Your daughter had subtly been putting on weight, whether it was from eating out more with her friends or slacking on exercise. This catches your eye, as you begin to increase her meals at home, become much more lenient with what she eats and slowly turns her away from working out. Over time, she becomes more accustomed to being mommy's little piggy, as she acts much more slobbish and greedy, constantly begging you to feed her more until she slips into a food coma, or rub her belly until she gets all her gas out. As time goes on she becomes more and more demanding while her hygiene and waistline go out of control, becoming a huge, disgusting pile of flab by the end who you must take care of. Kinks: Mom x Daughter, Weight gain/extreme weight gain, mild to heavy slob (Messy eating, gas, sweat, piss, no scat tho), stuckage, teasing, bratty attitudes, immobility, slight health issues (Wheezing, feeling tired more often than usual.), feet/footplay, fat faces. Limits: Scat, death feederism/major health issues. My discord is jimbler0993

Hey! Down to rp and try new things! Recently been trying out new themes and ideas. If you’re completely limitless and down for world building or just want a one on one slutty rp, lmk! Some of my favorite kinks are: BBW, SSBBW, Light wg/inflation (writing about it), playful teasing, fat nicknames, bodyplay (belly rubs, butt slaps, boob play) dryhumping, squishing, clothing malfunction/tearing clothes, height/size difference, farts/burps, gurgling/churning, hyper, shortstacks, pregnancy, perma preg, fat appraisal/boasting, and sex intight places. Dynamics: Big x Small, Big x Big, Family, Mom x Child, Mom X Adopted (I prefer playing the child/adopted) Preferred/Most Likely: Breeding, sex, verbal teasing, groping, gentle domming, weight gain, hyper, and starting fat! FxF is the go to unless I get to play male/the sub role. I don’t mind age play, race play, or gender swaps, as long as IRL issues are ignored. Anything not here is usually a no for me. But 100% Scat is a no. Anyway: Scat, unhealthy abuse (domestic violence and shit like that), bdsm (when it goes too far), BLOB (can be big, but prefer mobility), TF (if it’s a good idea, I’ll hear you out.) If you’re interested, leave your discord below and I’ll friend you! If you’re shy to share yours, that’s okay! Reply to this and I can send you my friends discord in order for us to talk! Hope to see you soon! *I also like fandoms too! So crossovers and anime like Naruto, DBZ, Demon Slayer, AOT, Bleach, Pokemon, and many more I’ll gladly discuss!*

Looking to do a WG rp with someone who uses female characters! my limits are vore, scat, blueberry, vore, diaper stuff and futa I can be a feeder or feedee, i only play male characters franchises that I know: Pokémon, Mario, Splatoon, Sonic, Kobayashi Dragon Maid, Jojo Bizarre Adventure, Sly Cooper, Dragon Ball, Yo-Kai Watch, Yu-Gi-Oh, Marvel, DC, Persona, Digimon, Skullgirls but I am open to other character proposals. Discord is shikafumo Feel free to dm or add

>>10374 Did you buy secondhand? It's unavailable on amazon

>>10669 It is in the US version: https://www.amazon.com/Fattest-Woman-Ireland-Patricia-Armstrong/dp/0982444109

Dang I'm late to this, any chance of a re-up please?

>>10675 Here you go: https://gofile.io/d/s2jcQa

>>10681 Thank you so much!

>>10587 Nah it's done and I wrote it. I might do spin offs later but all 34 chapters are there.

>>10588 Wait what? Did you maybe link the wrong story? The link is for an SU slob story that's 2 chapters

>>10621 No shit. I've never even seen that story so I have no idea how I managed to copy paste that. In any case, this is what I meant to link https://archiveofourown.org/works/63686803/chapters/163259974

>>10623 Thank you for sharing

This has some, the sequel has more, and it will get progressively slobbier/morbid as more parts are written https://www.deviantart.com/omric/art/Another-Day-at-the-Office-1172563685

>>10610 it's all good

>>10602 Wow How did you get all this story from?

>>10607 Or you just save them over time?

Anyone have the popping version of this: https://www.deviantart.com/borin23/art/The-Over-Encumbered-Eating-Habits-of-Riza-Hawkeye-840050664

>>10634 Got them from the last time the archive link was shared a while back.

[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.

https://www.deviantart.com/undertaker33/art/KS-Shorts-3-Winded-Runner-883369502

Maybe you'll have better luck in /gen? Because this board is really for literature, i.e. fiction.

> lean over the bathroom sink do brush my teeth > wet toothbrush, apply paste > start brushing teeth > my entire upper body starts wobbling in resonant vibration

> wonder: just how wide am I > get out a tape measure > measure my waist > OMG > sit down to take stock of my life > wonder, wait -- am I fatter sitting down? > wind the tape measure yet again around my waist > I am OMG + three inches more when seated > Hmmm.

It starts simple enough. Your gut gets in the way of seeing your cock. You suck it in, there it is, no biggie. You don’t know when it happened, but there comes a time when you try to suck it in and no matter how you try and shift it, your cock can’t be seen. You can still a peek of it in the mirror and you can reach down to feel. The fat pad encroaching on it is worrisome but you’ll go on that diet tomorrow. You get used to working around your gut and that slow creep of your fat pad doesn’t happen fast enough to worry you. Your new normal becomes an awkward positioning of your body to reach your cock and it’s ordinary now to work it out of the cave it’s been digging itself into. Except the day that try as you might, you can’t reach it. You fumble around your massive gut and knock around your now womanly fat tits, but any hope of reaching it is gone. You mourn it by eating more, despite that only exasperates the situation. Your partner keeps you updated on your long lost cock, that even when you’re rock hard, it fails to escape its doughy prison. From then on it’s not how many inches lost, but how many inches submerged your cock is. As you lay there in bed, feebly rocking your hips to try and fuck your own fat pad as your feeder makes your after lunch snack, you realize how outrageous and obscene your new normal is. But it fades as your feeder brings in your food and you hurriedly ask to be brought to climax. They agree, but only if you eat your proper fill. Like a good, fat sow.

We need some stories about guys who get so fat they have to pee sitting down. I've always loved that detail on a big guy, when his dick gets so buried in fat that he can no longer piss standing up.

>>10497 Fuuuuuuck. I so want this.

https://www.deviantart.com/artanis12/art/Fat-of-the-Land-679970903

>>10444 really love to see some of these with both males and one teasing the other

There was this one implied dark story that I vaguely remember. In short it was this POV story from the view of an extremely immobile girl succumbing to the zombie apocalypse.

>>9465 Found it! It’s called “coming in the night” They were coming. The Ghouls. It’s all they’ve been talking about on the news lately. I was watching my stories, as I’m prone to do most weekdays in the early afternoon when there was an “interruption in my regularly scheduled program”. I was ready to turn it off, but couldn’t quite reach the remote on the end table next to my bed, so I just continued to watch hoping it would be over soon and I could get back to my soap opera. Most updates like this didn’t affect me much these days, so I didn’t pay them much mind. I never watched the news anymore, content to only concern myself with the affairs within my little bubble. What was the point of worrying about what happened outside? I hadn’t left my house in several years. Haven’t left the bed in a handful either. When Ravi moved us out to the cabin, the plan had been for me to continue growing in relative seclusion; isolated from the problems of the world. It had been going so well. Shortly after our marriage, I had put on a good amount of weight. Enough to no longer be considered skinny by most standards. I assumed it was just my genetics kicking in. All the women in my family are notorious for plumping up after their weddings, but that usually coincided with a pregnancy or two. That hadn’t been the case for me. Before I knew it, I was sporting a potbelly. Ravi didn’t seem to mind. He was always cooking, bringing me snacks, taking me out to eat. If I had been paying attention, I might have suspected he was a feeder earlier, but instead I just enjoyed the ride. He revealed his true nature to me once I reached 200 lbs. He confessed how much he liked seeing me grow and how much bigger he wanted me to be. Part of me skeptical of his proposal to fatten me up, but a bigger part was relieved. Relieved that I didn’t ever have to worry about losing weight again and could keep finding pleasure in the cushy lifestyle he granted to me. So I went along with it and never looked back. Until now. I could feel my stomach rumbling under the pile of caramel-colored folds flooding out from my long buried rib cage. Ravi would usually be here to feed me, but he had gone to the store hours ago and hadn’t returned. I was running low on food and he’d thought it be smart to stock up before we went into lockdown. We both knew it was risky, but the thought of me not having enough to eat to at least maintain my current bulk was a nightmare scenario for both of us. I’ve missed both lunch and dinner today. I can’t remember the last time I missed a meal outside of sleeping through it. I was starving, an unfamiliar hunger taking over me. I wanted so desperately to eat something. Anything. But sadly there was nothing I could do about it. In the last few years, I had grown into blob of plush and jelly. My muscles atrophied from inactivity, my bones weakened from a lack of nutrition; I was barely able to move my fingers, let alone my legs. The thought of standing and walking to the kitchen was as foreign a concept to me as walking on the moon. Weighing well over half a ton, my body had been permanently affixed to the bed beneath me for quite some time, as my flab filled every inch of it and then some. Usually I didn’t have a problem with this. Ravi did everything for me, having seduced me into completely helplessness and dependence. I gave up on doing things for myself long before I had become physically incapable of doing so.

https://www.deviantart.com/weightgainlit/art/COMM-Found-Fat-age-SSBBW-XWG-1088321910 https://www.deviantart.com/dr-black-jack/art/Resident-Evil-WG-Story-Commission-680383298 and this writer's stuff generally https://www.deviantart.com/thespookyend

>>9466 This is really good, could be a great "legit" horror story outside our little fetish ghetto.

On deviantart the are a bunch but It's hard to find some longer one

https://gofile.io/d/tlFVQI

>>10577 thank you!

I think this genre has much potential, so I will camp out here. Will post soon.

This is my favourite genre. Not necessarily male feedee, but toxic relationships with a toxic feeder leading to immobility for the feedee I have so many unfinished stories I've written but never really get it to feel right. If anyone has any tips or thoughts - even just a little about what you like would be helpful

>>10519 Sensory detail, conversation, internal world. Capture the helplessness, degradation, humiliation, etc. Include the feedee's participation in their own enslavement. Add fun overarching themes. Even boring repetitive hacks have become the creators of cult classics.

https://www.deviantart.com/ippyshui/art/Please-don-t-stuff-me-Nagatoro-san-894392629

https://thisvid.com/videos/massive-str8-megachub-gets-pleasured/

https://www.deviantart.com/lovetummy/art/Weight-Gain-Curse-WG-Caption-855613157 https://www.deviantart.com/lovetummy/art/Huge-and-Horny-WG-Caption-861117333

Since this is the closest I’m gonna get: does anyone have a particular caption with light slob? Purple hair character. She talks about how you made her get into the fetish so you are going to indulge with her. Saw it on 4chan about a year ago and never again.

Does anyone have the caption that went with this? I remember it was floating around a while back.

Is there ecen anyone still visiting this thread to see if anyone posted something new or am i alone ?

>>10322 Because it's a bright idea. (Again, the stories are examples and some of the images are references.)

>>10486 >Because it's a bright idea. It'd be a good idea if this thread wasn't made by a literal crayon-munching retard. >the stories are examples They're not yours, though. You took a bunch of random fetish writers' stories and reposted. If you're going to post a FUCKING EXAMPLE, post something you WROTE YOURSELF. POST YOUR OWN FUCKING ORIGINAL WORK IF YOU'RE GOING TO FUCKING SPEARHEAD AN ORIGINAL CONTENT THREAD, YOU FUCKING LOBOTIMITE. >some of the images are references. You still didn't write the stories, though.

I'm not 100% sure this is the best thread to drop into, but the "shill your stories" thread bumplocked and I don't want to start a new one. I finally finished my latest story: "After Amber". It's a bit of an experiment with some psychodrama and fallout after getting out of an abusive feedee relationship, told from a strongfat BHM perspective, though it does ultimately lean positive like most of my stuff. https://vicepeddlerscorner.neocities.org/stories/AA/toc ~107k words, should occupy an afternoon or two

I know this is a make your own story thread, but can anyone write a story based on this pic by shy-sho?

>>10576 Bro nobody is gonna make this for you stop posting it everywhere