>>10447 >Anonymous The blue light of Danny’s laptop screen cast an eerie glow across his face as he hunched over his desk. His fingers moved frantically across the keyboard, clicking and scrolling, searching for something he shouldn’t be. His heart pounded in his chest, a mix of guilt and excitement bubbling just beneath the surface. One more video. Just one more. His eyes widened as he found it—a video titled Grandma Latina Seduces Her Son-in-Law. He clicked play without hesitation. The moans started softly, barely audible, but they quickly grew louder. Danny leaned in closer, his breath quickening. He didn’t notice the creak of the bedroom door opening behind him. “Danny?” The voice was sharp, cutting through the sounds of the video like a knife. His wife, Rachel, stood in the doorway, her arms crossed and her expression a mix of confusion and disgust. Danny froze. His hand shot out to slam the laptop shut, but it was too late. The damage was done. “What the hell are you watching?” Rachel demanded, stepping into the room. Her voice was low, dangerous. Danny’s mind raced, searching for an excuse, any excuse, but he came up empty. “Rachel, I can explain,” he stammered, his voice shaky. He turned to face her, his face flushed with embarrassment. “Explain what? That you’re watching porn? Or that it’s… grandma porn?” Her voice cracked on the last word, her disgust palpable. Danny’s stomach churned. He had been caught, and there was no way out. But worse than the embarrassment was the fear—fear that Rachel would connect the dots, that she would figure out the real reason he was watching this kind of porn.

>>10446 I would like to request a story where a boy gets enrolled to a school that is kinda like Hogwarts of Harry Potter fame, only it teaches and promotes fat fetishism and the magic that aids in it.

>>6217 Your stories are enjoyable, and the main warhammer 40k opus about Elise was a corpus of writing that brought me great joy. It had all things that clicked for me. Cheers, man. Also, I've made a character card for Elise to chat with her in sillytavern (that's merely an ui to stich and format text together gathered from the llm api). I've used claude 2.0, but I've encountered a number of issues in the process. It didn't feel as good to read as your writing, lol.

>>2889 'Perhaps discipline did have a point', Kyla mused, taking in another deep breath through her teeth. Her ankles were sore, and her face felt red and flushed as she made her slow way through the barracks. Their campaign to Agrippa IV had been costly. Dearly so. 40% losses, all the command staff, bar herself, a lieutenant, and two adjutants, dead to an assassin's bomb. The world was a backwater, a mere million or so souls, populating three meager hives, all under the yoke of the now-deceased Vorth bloodline, a 'divinely appointed' idiot tyrant, who wasn't even willing to re-arm the forces sent to his own world to secure it, so that he wouldn't lose is own personal assets. It didn't save him from retribution, when his own betrayal had come. Their astropaths and commanders dead, and with such a hard campaign, the men and women of the regiment had run rampant, and taken their spoils, pillaging the upper hive, alongside the vengeful citizenry, spilling into churches and looting all the gold and silver and fine things they could. Even the men and women of... comely appearances. Kyla lumbered around the corner, lungs burning, and slowly, deliberately, forced one leg up a single stair, thighs wrestling with the hanging weighty apron of her belly. Then she braced, breathed in, and forced it to straighten, bringing the other leg up quickly, as the first one trembled. Her pudgy fingers gripped the banister clumsily, but tightly, as she put what weight she could over it. By the second step, her thighs burnt, and her hips throbbed. But she set her jaw, found a breathing rhythm, and kept going. The mood, once the initial days of raping and looting in abandon petered away, was uncertain. Priests had been killed, churches sacked, and the Vorth bloodline, divinely mandated by the Emperor and High Lords, to rule Agrippa, had been slain by their doing. There was a tension. An apprehension in the air, in the guardsmen. They knew they'd crossed the line, that they'd let their despair at the sacrifices in the name of their duty get the better of them. They feared what the Commissar would do. Kyla supposed she could have kept them on the straight and narrow, perhaps. But there was just as great a chance that she, alone as she was, would suffer a grenade to the sleeping quarters by those men too desperate or fearful to obey. And Kyla was truly never the best of Commissars. Her hindbrain wanted to stop, to rest her muscles and catch her breath. But Kyla knew from experience, that she's never catch her breath just standing up. Standing itself was a drain on her stamina, so she willed the pain down and pushed on.

>>12 these are amazing.

>>8889 Whats worse? Loud boyfriend or cheating husband? Enjoy your night yall

Someone should write a story of an overbearing sister of hospitaller whose fat bod smushes into her patients as she treats them

>>10432 https://www.deviantart.com/shrubberylogistic/art/The-Number-of-the-Feast-819156985 I feel like this somewhat counts? Maybe?

Op here again, found another good one https://www.deviantart.com/tedruck/art/The-Taming-of-the-Step-daughter-992923804

There has to be more than ten fat girl stoner stories. Every other fat girl I meet IRL smokes at least semi-regularly, and the connection between smoking and over-eating is so obvious.

Likely AI slop, but there’s some in the middle of this story https://www.deviantart.com/weightgainlit/art/COMM-Big-Fat-Fraud-BBW-WG-Humiliation-1045703754

>>10401 I KNOW RIGHT?! As OP i thought maybe i wasnt looking hard enough and needed help to find diamonds in the rough but it really is that barren out here and for a drug that is so synonymous with eating too, it blows.

>>10402 Dawg anything helps in these trying times, its a nice story much appreciated

Westmetal! https://www.deviantart.com/westmetal and clarkpalmed! https://www.deviantart.com/clarkpalmed

>>6353 https://www.deviantart.com/prophetofadephagia/gallery#content

>>9860 Dude, I was a member of NAAFA for years in the early 1990's, even went to the conventions. I dated people highly placed in the organization. They were gossip mongers. Yeah, it's Studio.

>>10403 Ok so you're saying Ned and Studio are the same person? You're blowing my OG mind.

>>10403 >I was a member of NAAFA I am Nintendo.

>>10347 >>10354 >>10384 Okay, I got carried away with the length. and it ended up novella sized. "Dawn's Trip to Fantasy Island" 17, 146 words. Dawn Waddleston, tired of her mundane life, is whisked away to the enchanting and seductive world of Fantasy Island, where every desire can be fulfilled. Immersed in a mysterious realm, she finds love and obsession in Tom, a man whose hunger for her curves knows no bounds. As she indulges in food and passion beyond her wildest dreams, Dawn enters into a daring bet with the Devil himself, setting her on a course that will change her body and soul forever. Experience the thrill of a world where every bite has the power to alter reality, and where love, lust, and food come together in a feast of the senses that defies the limits of imagination. This story is a decadent journey into the heart of temptation, where the battle for one woman's happiness is played out on a scale that tips towards the extreme. Will Dawn find the satisfaction she's been craving, or will she realize that too much of a good thing can lead to a life she never planned for? Get ready for a feast of passion and power that you'll never forget.

>>10371 You know? I never really liked the ending of the movie "Penelope". Also how they skirted around weight gain. Or the modern day setting. Perhaps a Cinderella-esque competition for the prince's hand where she wins him over at the ball with her fairy godmother's help because of her cursed form, only to be sold off to a perverted pig-farmer by her wicked step-mother afterwards to hide her from the prince. Then when the prince searches the kingdom for her, the step-mother forces her two other daughters to gain massive amounts of weight in an attempt to win his hand. Meanwhile, the pig-farmer proceeds to brutally fatten penelope using pig-feed. She is eventually found by the prince who now adores her even more, and at penelope's wish, the step-mother and two step-sisters are given to the pig-farmer who is forced to atone by fattening up all three to extreme levels. The prince and penelope decide not to wed, as that would break her curse, so the prince abdicates his right of succession retiring to his personal estate where penelope lives in a newly constructed luxurious pig-sty as his pet and lover. It may take me a couple of weeks, I might not hold off on the kinks, seems to give me writer's block and I had to pour myself into two unrelated stories just to get through the Fantasy Island story. Also, I want to make the pig-farmer super twisted and go extra hard at the step-mother/step-sisters characters.

>>10392 Well? Do you guys like it? I always get silence in response to my posts. Too long? Too short? Wrapped up things too quickly toward the end? LMK!

>>10405 First, the positive - It was well written and definitely a hot read. I also liked the extra length and it's amazing how fast you wrote so much If you want some constructive criticism - I think it fast-forwarded through the weight stages a little too fast without really giving them much 'weight'. It wrapped up a little too quickly too, I think it would have been more fun to have her realise she couldn't fit through (or more likely, realise she couldn't even stand and suddenly panic that she couldn't make it back in time) rather than be told. Could have felt like a climax but instead they all just showed up to explain. the Fantasy Island theme also sort of fell apart a little and the deal with the devil was maybe a little unnecessary - took away from it being her own lack of willpower and depravity pushing her over into immobility Some more good though - The belly fluffers were well used and intriguing - "Keras was misleading Dawn a little bit. The drinking of these potions was not a normal, regular thing. Not even among the townspeople of this place." got me interested but wasn't really explored sadly. The smut was good too and done well from her perspective and you left a lot to the imagination which worked well, I loved her devolving into depravity

>>10408 You're right. It was such a wasted opportunity. I was rushing it because I was afraid I was going to keep expanding the story too much. It wouldn't take much to fix that. The speed can all be credited to using the free whisper speech recognition model, which I am doing from Linux, but there are better Windows-friendly wrappers (get a wrapper that does transcription of live audio, working with files of recordings is too clunky). It's way better than any commercial product out there that I've seen in 25 years of evaluating them, not even close. I encourage any writer out there to set this up. The medium sized english model can be run on a $180 RTX 3050. Whisper-small.en might even do alright with no videocard, but any NVIDIA card with 6GB VRAM or more will make whisper-medium.en fly. I do a brainstorming pass where I sit in the dark, then I use that as notes that I keep on the screen while making another pass. I've found that watching the live transcription is too distracting as it makes you want to go back and correct—that final pass is best done by hand. Set this up and you won't even miss television.

https://www.deviantart.com/db117/art/1154386141

>>10342 I grieve in stereo The stereo sounds strange

>>10170 Same writer, back again. New story: Your adventuring partner is a skilled mage. Surely there is no way she'd ever accidentally equip cursed armor, right? https://www.deviantart.com/qeph/art/On-cursed-armor-WG-SSBBW-1-1160658417

>>10296 https://www.deviantart.com/leonardo123343/art/The-flightless-Fairies-4-Fairy-Tail-WG-1171256741 next part

A simple, casual fat world tale https://www.deviantart.com/omric/art/Another-Day-at-the-Office-1172563685

>>10243 He's still the GOAT of writing fatties that don't want to be fat. I do agree he might use drugs as a plot device too often, but I still enjoy his stories.

>>10252 >>10254 Those stories are goated. His two current ones (wicked prop and the prison one) are total dogshit that drag on for literal months and go nowhere lol. It's all drugs and slang and way too much focus on the man in the store in one, and prison drama in the other. Like damn focus on the fat women please. Read the kemono posts. Nothing happens in any of his new posts, for months. It is insane people still subscribe.

>>10255 I disagree. Wicked Proposition is kinda slow, but I honestly think parts 13 and 14 are some of my favorites of his writing.

Can anolyonr update songbird567 or Wales on kemono?

Seconding updating Songbird567

So uhhhhhhhhh, anybody got some of the new audios at hand and willing to share?

Just bought this, wasn’t disappointed. Wish it was longer and made the voice warped when she hit 1000 lbs https://gofile.io/d/DkTPxF

Hope more people start posting newer stuff in here

https://mamastrassa.itch.io/the-speedy-weight-gain-pill

Beth’s growth hoodie

>>10309 Absolutely adore this idea a ton! I don't know if your into this but slob and gas kinks are something I love and I think would work very well here. Have Joker overtime give into more of the slob lifestyle and get more lazy. Plus all that greasy food must really mess with his gut, cause lots of gas. Plus of the app has some type of corruption aspect to it this would work even better. Just an idea

>>10311 OP here, thank you! I'm definitely planning on implementing some slob elements (belching, messy eating, etc) to accent the overall increase in gluttony. This is just a snapshot of the larger story I have planned, which involves the App having some cognition-warping effect based on some Metaverse shenanigans. I plan on posting more once I have more fleshed out, stay tuned!

>>10318 Well glad to hear that! Looking forward to see more from this. I personally love if there would be so farting there to as I just love that as kink to show gluttony. Joker/Akira/Ren is such a cutie and I need to see him as an obese slobby fat ass. Love to see who else you plan to make very obese.

Story universe idea: 2030 is the year that alien civilization is introduced to earth. There is a 100,000 year old galactic federation of a million planets, all populated with beings that are in the Homo genus. The colonists who founded the construction of civilizations on these planets were often brought together to build a society with a vision that catered to their sexual fetishes. The traditions, laws, languages, social structures, customs, history and lore all are shaped by this. There exists a kind of faster than light internet among all of these planets that earth gets connected to. Genetic nanobot technology has evolved to the point where someone can be transmogrified into just about any creature. Mind control technology is so advanced that anyone under the influence of it thinks, feels, and acts according to the controller's will. Example story in universe: Browsing the newly arrived galactic internet, an earthling discovers extreme fetish porn that turns them on. They become addicted to it and browse it obsessively. Advertisements on the site offer weight gain supplements and weight gain related medical services. The ads also offer many pets that have been genetically engineered to have human skin, subcutaneous fat, and huge flabby asses as well as other anthropomorphized features. An ad catches the eye of the earthling. It is from the porn site itself, offering a permanent spot in their brothel for anyone willing to sign over themselves to complete and irreversible sex slavery. The brothel is on a planet that legally allows this and even severely punishes any slave that attempts to renege on their slavery contract.

>>10340 Personally not huge on sex, but this could be a cool little world you’re building. The thought of an intergalactic sort of space tourism industry built around sexual pleasure could be fun to write, there’s probably some fun narratives you could write there, and it seems like an easy one to inject pre-existing characters into if you’re into that. As for the scenario you’ve got already…seems pretty standard, open and shut. Not much to add other than the bit of them selling pets being a little freaky. Like, are they “dog and cat” pets? Weird, genetically engineered flesh mounds? Actual people being sold? I’m a little unclear.

>>10176 Here's a few "how-to" articles that touch on tropes and such: https://www.deviantart.com/polarisdreamer/art/Tutorial-1-Writing-WG-Stories-900292823 https://www.deviantart.com/zero-cz/art/COM-How-to-Write-a-Pretty-Good-Weight-Gain-Story-462813254 https://www.deviantart.com/miss-fan-language/art/Writing-Tutorial-Weight-Gain-Fiction-718542290

>>9891 Have you considered lifting obesity tropes from the real TVTropes?

You should have called it wikifeedia, dumbass

This is awesome, actually. A fun little perusal and light dissection of tropes. Eager to see if this evolves in any way!

>>10190 >https://www.deviantart.com/zero-cz/art/COM-How-to-Write-a-Pretty-Good-Weight-Gain-Story-462813254 Sometimes a weight gain story is less a plot, and more of a collection of experiences.

>>9861 If slob/scat are fair game, how about a short story about a big girl's slaves changing her diaper, or cleaning her up after she shits herself? With her berating them all the while, of course.

>>9861 You probably thought of this but it would be great if the climax was a slave revolt. While some of the fat elite are killed, others are just left helpless for the amusement of the former slaves.

>>9861 Depending on the exact setting, i can easily see some pretty good stories coming from this premise

https://www.deviantart.com/football123/art/Cleaning-the-Queen-486173849 https://www.deviantart.com/football123/art/Pleasuring-the-Queen-492450404 I love these, not into slob but the descriptions and size in these two are ace

Here's some potential inspiration for future stories. Did you know that the House of Bourbon, the reigning family of France, had a lot of obesity in it? At least in the century or two before the Revolution. Some quite delightful details in this link: https://thisisversaillesmadame.blogspot.com/2019/09/the-bourbon-weight-issue.html Feels like this could inspiration for some historical weight gain fiction.

My name is Remi. I'm 23. I'm a musician. If you live in Los Angeles, you might have heard of my band: the Marionettes. We're sort of a regular in the live circuit. If you like cute girls and punk rock, you should probably check us out. I'm not going to pretend to be humble. We're pretty awesome. Fuck it. I'm pretty awesome. I love my life. I'm not going to apologize for that. I'm proud of who I am. I'm hot, confident, successful. I just wish that I'd realized it sooner. It took me a long time to figure shit out. I had a rough childhood and long story short: there are better ways for a kid to deal with a divorce than acting out and picking on kids. I've always regretted the insufferable little bitch I was, but I also know that it came from a place of real suffering. If it sounds like I'm just waxing poetic, though, I'm not. You see, the year is 2030 and well, time travel is a whole thing. Discovered less than two years ago, it has completely rocked society. Technological progress is exponential when you can information-share *backwards*. Hundreds of millions of man hours have been devoted to perfecting the process and safeguarding its use. Every field of science from quantum mechanics to nuclear power have seen breakthroughs almost on the daily, and the governments of the world are struggling to keep up with all the changes that keep hitting us. People are calling it the 'Singularity'. Even regular people can get in on the action now, although this new and boutique industry has all kinds of regulations. It's not the golden ticket to infinity that people thought it would be, at least for us plebs. Can't trust the masses with anyone remotely dangerous, you know? The rules are hammered into you when you're going through the registration process. To provent anyone from damaging the timeline, a traveler may not interact with anyone except *their past self.* You must carry a device that somehow pre-emptively records your conversations and loudly censors any information that may allow people to significantly alter the timeline. You may not travel to any two points in time that are less than five years apart. You may not travel to any point earlier than you have already been. So, like I said: not that great. But I'm also kind of glad that no one is accidentally going to bring about mecha-Hitler or erase me from existence. Plus, it's still pretty awesome. I'm actually going to be able to help little me out. My dad was in the military (which might explain a couple of my piercings...), so when my parents got divorced, things were extra shit. My mom got kicked out of base housing and I got thrown into a whole new city just in time to start junior high school. They actually timed it that way, as if finalizing the paperwork over summer vacation would somehow make things easier on me. I still remember the night my mom told me that it was really happening. There wasn't going to be any magical solution to their problems. I was eleven years old. I was a month out of elementary school. We *would* be filling those boxes in the living room and I would *not* be seeing any of my friends in school next month. I remember the taste of my own snot in the pillow I cried into all night. Now, time travel is the very definition of an exact science. You can choose when and where down to the meter and millisecond. I chose that night. I chose my bedroom closet. Cracking the door, I peer into my childhood bedroom and am hit with a tidal wave of nostalgia. 'I' am already asleep. My bed is a disheveled mess, the sheets still damp with tears. I have to be careful about I introduce myself, but the company has provided a script. They've gamed out my younger self's reactions for the first three exchanges using recursive quantum branching, whatever that is. All I have to do is follow through with the script and deliver them with something approaching authenticity.

"Out of all the people that are going to talk to you about this, I can promise you that I understand what you're going through better than anyone. Today sucks. Like, it's probably the worst day of our life at this point. It's not fair, and it's totally cool for you to be upset right now. And there are going to be worse days than this. School fucking sucks, just like on TV," I promise. "But things are going to get better for you. A *lot* better. You just have to be patient." "Better how?" "Not important. Keep listening," I bark, deep in my own speech. If my mother can lecture me for an hour about her selfish bullshit, I can lecture myself for two minutes about my tenuous mental health. "Today's sort of a pivotal moment in our life. We're going to kind of fall off the beaten path for a while. And well... I'm here to tell you that you can't be angry about it. You can't take out all your frustration on everyone else. You're going to regret it, it's not going to make you feel any better, and it's only going to make your life worse. You have to be nice. Even if you don't feel like it. Just pretend or something, at least at school. If you want to fight with someone, fight with mom. She's old enough to handle it." She just sits there quietly for a moment, tears bubbling up and clearly confused. She has no idea the drama she's going to cause in middle school, or the fights she's going to get into in high school. She's not a mean, spiteful little bully... yet. But she's going to remember this night, and she's not going to let herself become one. I'm going to make sure of it. "It's not my fault any of this is happening. Why do I have to just sit back and take it? It isn't freaking fair!" Ha. 'Freaking'. I forgot that I used to talk like that. "Y-Yeah. It's totally not fair. And the whole 'life isn't fair' line is crap anyway. But nothing you do is going to make it fair, either. They're splitting up. And honestly? That part is for the best. Deep down, you know it." She swallows, hard. "Yeah..." I'm a little surprised how well that line worked. Though, there is probably a special kind of authority that comes from hearing something literally *from your own mouth*. Still, I'm not about to look a gift horse in the mouth. I've said what I came here to say. "Besides," I add with a smile, slapping a hand on little me's shoulder and giving her a playful shake, "you grow up into a total badass. I mean, *look at me*."

That night stuck with little eleven-year-old me. It was exactly the heart-to-heart that I needed to handle my fucked up life. Most girls that age feel vulnerable, self-conscious, and anxious. But getting a sneak-peak into what a beautiful and talented woman I would grow into went a long way towards tackling those difficult emotions. It wasn't a gift that normal girls got, and it was one I promised myself that I would use earnestly. It gave me a whole new perspective. I loved music, but now I knew that it was my future. I felt comfortable practicing my art, begging my parents for vocal and guitar lessons, and spending all my free time making amature covers and totally cringe youtube garbage because I knew that it wasn't just some stupid waste of time. I didn't fret about my fashion identity like other girls my age because I'd seen first-hand what was supposed to define me. I was fun, feisty, and so ever-the-fuck foxy. I was a total bad girl. The other kids had no idea what they were yet, so it gave me the confidence to forgive their petty bullshit and make friends. I fought with my mom a lot, but I never let their divorce define my childhood. My future defined me! I just had to follow my heart and wait for it to all come true. Now, I *did* put on a little weight over junior high school. Gym class in Los Angeles public schools is sort of, like, voluntary in the sense that no one gives a fuck if you just phone it in. As long as you look like you're following along in warmups, no one cares whether you actually *do* the situps. I had better shit to do than run laps, and I figured out pretty early on that I could just duck out halfway and no one would come looking for me. I spent the extra time writing song lyrics or playing nice with my friends over IM or whatever. Needless to say, I was a squishy kid. But it wasn't, like, a *problem*. Back-to-school shopping freshman year of high school was the first time I actually broke down and bought L-sized jeans. I'd been an especially lazy little couch-potato that summer and I remember fighting so hard to get my usual mediums up my thick, squishy-soft thighs. I had to go one leg at a time, neatly pinching and sharply tugging. I even managed to get them over *my* ass, and even at 15 that was a lowkey accomplishment. Unfortunately, even my mom couldn't get them buckled and believe me: We tried. Sucking it all in just didn’t cut it anymore. Letting it all slouch out was even worse, especially in front of my mom. She legit laughed, but I was fucking inconsolable. I couldn't start high school in fucking fat girl pants, you know? I was supposed to be the cool badass, not the chubby fatass. We went to three different stores before my mom gave up. I wanted to keep looking. She made me buy what fit. She said it flattered my shape more, anyway. This is going to sound stupid, but for the longest time I just sort of assumed jeans were *supposed* to give you a muffin top. Like, that's how you knew they were tight enough. They lifted that sloppy booty and shaped those healthy thighs, right? It wasn't until halfway through high school that I realized you just needed to buy looser pants. Or I mean, you *should* buy looser pants. A girl isn’t doing herself any favors fighting against her dress size. But to 15-year-old me freaking out in H&M because my mom wouldn't at least take us back to urban outfitters to get my style? Those L's were the end of the fucking world. I'm ashamed to say I legit ugly-cried. Right there between the racks of $30 one-pieces that wanna-be bourgie girls buy because they're too poor to replace the lack of a personality with branding. I did buy them, though. I wore them, too. They were comfy. No more flashing panties when I sat down, so... that was nice? Plus, they weren't like *ugly*. They were tight and black and ripped and cool, just like me. And technically, no one *knew* what size I was wearing. When the first few days weren't the apocalypse I'd been building up in my head, I just sort of let myself be okay with it. After all, I was only a few pounds heavier than last year. And I was only a few pounds heavier than the year before that.

If you liked this and think you'd like to RP with me, I'm currently looking for players for an online TRPG: https://www.reddit.com/r/WeightGainRP/comments/1hrfchm/f4a_isekai_trpg/ I'll post more later :D

>>10212 It's definitely getting interesting. Is there more?

>>2681 Pretty much anything by this author. Usually there are multiple females and they tend to grow different sizes, and that's always fun. https://www.deviantart.com/chrollo94238 I used to be really into their works but then somewhere around 2021 or so they just dropped off the face of the earth. Their Twitter was taken down, too. I really hope they're doing okay.

https://www.deviantart.com/omega1535

>>2681 Aw dude. You need to get Devotion to Growth by Mollycoddles. Absolutely what you're after. Look on kemono if not dA.

>>10127 >check out 3 >cuckoldry No, and fuck you. Does anyone do mini-GTS?

>>10125 Quality stuff, shame he's posting less frequently nowadays

>>8925 More fat d.va and mech shenanigans, very cute https://archiveofourown.org/works/8089654 comes along another bunch of overwatch stories, very well written

A couple of fics of D.Va being fat and shitting herself. Between this and weeb-lord's story this really appears to be a very popular story type. https://www.deviantart.com/renegadedeejay/art/D-va-s-gaming-Kiriko-s-enabling-982891237 https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13148911/1/D-Va-s-Plump-Problems https://rentry.org/vsx6u https://pastebin.com/SwqH4JWp

>>8941 Hey I think this story was sadly deleted. Anyone got an archive?

bump

https://www.deviantart.com/kutr236/art/Mei-s-New-Ultimate-Tracer-Weight-gain-634870790 https://www.deviantart.com/emissaryofrainbows/art/Calories-659497224 some fics i found and the zarya one looks promising tho sadly not much wg