RL fatspo for writers: My doctor put me on prednisone (oral steroid). Data sheet said to avoid sugar, white flour, etc, which is good advice in general but I wondered why specifically with that drug. Nurse told me because of weight gain, and when I checked online, yeah, pretty much everyone who takes it plumps up. I laughed because I write WG fic and now here I was, in one of my stories lol. I was short-term, just a week, now on the last day and I don't see/feel a difference. But I saw a lot of people online who were up as much as 100 lbs after a few months. Pair it with certain psych meds and RL would be more dramatic than most WG fic.

I hope this is the correct thread, Im writing a story with the idea that a patient gets inflated with saline or maybe ensure by a very eager nurse.If you work in medical irl do they actually have like giant containers of saline/ensure in the hospital? Trying to make it realistic as possible (I know its dumb with this fetish)

>>9576 we'll take anything at this point

>>7076 https://www.deviantart.com/maggeh/gallery/69483288/x Pretty much this...

This is a pretty good one. Pokemon girls, has the medicated/supplement angle you're looking for OP https://archiveofourown.org/works/42999594

Instead of making a million overly specific threads for different types of dom feedees where only one or two stories might exist, lets keep dumping anything we find. A short description or tags might help. My contribution, copied from another thread: Molly is a jealous girlfriend to Nate who does everything for her. Shes seems oblivious to how fat shes gotten sometimes, but eats a lot of different realistic amounts of foods when they go out on dates, but keeps telling him he needs to avoid getting fat: https://www.deviantart.com/mrtrazzorr/art/Molly-and-Nate-911746689 https://www.deviantart.com/mrtrazzorr/art/Molly-and-Nate-Part-2-912260583 https://www.deviantart.com/mrtrazzorr/art/Molly-and-Nate-on-Valentine-s-Day-952613433 https://www.deviantart.com/mrtrazzorr/art/Molly-and-Nate-Part-3-917271251 https://www.deviantart.com/mrtrazzorr/art/Molly-and-Nate-Part-4-945528444

Hey look, that's me!

>>7135 I was going to say. Even when she's a physical wreck, bedbound and unable to control her bowels, the gaining girl rules her feeders with an iron fist. It's pretty hot.

This one doesn't really have any abusiveness in it, but it has a dominant gainer. It's about a vampire queen who's being fattened up to improve her sex life. She start's getting bossy and more sexually aggressive and demanding with her maids the more she fattens up. https://www.deviantart.com/jakotsufan88/art/The-Tower-Chapter-1-913868938

Xposting a call for suggestions I made in another thread which seems equally relevant here. >>9861

>>9439 He's still alive: https://www.imdb.com/name/nm3362038/ picrel: his wife My fave is StudioFA's sometimes collaborator: https://www.deviantart.com/j-p1/gallery

Kid A

This guy hits all my boxes. majority are XWG, very details fat bodies and good escalation https://www.deviantart.com/thespookyend

>>9822 That's not StudioFA's wife, it's Ned Sonntag's wife Katy Dierlam (RIP) as "The Fever" from 80s TV series Monsters. https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0650883/characters/nm0226122 Sonntag is an illustrator, not a writer per se, but FWIW he's created many longform BBW comics a la Helga.

>>9822 Oops you linked to the right guy, just that he isn't Studio FA and didn't draw Helga.

>>9645 >>9631 Well, helped me procrastinate for an hour.

>>9655 How did you do it

>>9695 Look for a json file with an array of objects with the keys "verb", "noun", "result", and "notes".

Check out this masterpiece https://forum.weightgaming.com/t/insatiable-hearts-v0-21-0-a-monsterfucker-weight-gain-twine-game/23882

Sarah Goes to College, The Trials of Mass, and Abducted Plus are all pretty good and can be found on weightgaming.

>>9850 I am bad at decriptions. Please avoid slowburns. A personal favourite of mine is this little 5 part series. You can acess the sequels in the story description, so I am not sending in 5 links just one. https://www.deviantart.com/bobothehobowrites/art/Little-820566186 Here are some others https://fantasyfeeder.com/stories/view?id=2166&rowStartComment=0&rowStart=0 https://www.deviantart.com/extrabaggageclaim/art/Complaints-of-a-Midwestern-Vampire-BBW-XWG-1069682449 https://www.deviantart.com/leedstwo/art/Mobility-in-Retrospect-772203939 https://www.deviantart.com/extrabaggageclaim/art/The-Weight-of-Genius-BBW-SSBBW-XWG-Light-SF-894279866

Shameless self-promotion: https://www.deviantart.com/mrwrong1/art/Seeing-Shadows-829104720 https://www.deviantart.com/mrwrong1/art/Muffins-1-of-2-June-Story-800800919 https://www.deviantart.com/mrwrong1/art/Elle-s-Belly-1-994020564

>>8600 I'm assuming you're Nowaya? Thanks a lot man.

>>8601 Honestly, I'm surprised anyone gave a damn about me deleting. I turned on my old computer for the first time in two years and was still logged in somehow. It wouldn't let me log in from anywhere else and I figured the account was toast, so I deleted dA and moved on. I'm posting this as a bone to the community, I guess, but this is really, truly, the last time you'll hear from me. I wasn't lying in the dA journal when I said I wasn't into lolis anymore - I was underaged myself when I wrote most of my work (13 when I wrote my first thing ever, 15 when I started OSC) and growing up changed me a lot. If I ever do write anything in the future (unlikely, given how lazy I am) I want it to be a fresh start. Nowaya (the online identity) is dead. I'm not going to log into that Google account again, so that folder will work until Google auto-deletes the account for inactivity in a few years. Thank you all for enjoying my stories. I may not enjoy them myself anymore, but that means a lot to me. I hope you all have a good one.

>>8608 Oh, also, there's some stuff in there I never ended up publishing at all - mostly half-finished ideas, but one or two completed works as well. If anyone feels like completing or riffing off of them, feel free. I really don't mind.

>>8608 I just wanted to say, you are a pretty damn good writer. Thanks for all the stories you wrote. See ya when we see ya.

Bump

"Roll change" has the man end up with two fat woman one tall and one short

https://www.deviantart.com/anonymousfa/art/Unreleastic-WG-for-a-Realistic-Hero-s-Wives-935994288

https://www.deviantart.com/crudeatoms/art/The-Full-Weight-of-Her-Office-849747698 https://www.deviantart.com/crudeatoms/art/The-Full-Weight-Epilogue-852466974

https://www.deviantart.com/stuffedwaves/art/Slobbi-Slobbi-Literature-Chub-Part-1-840825799 https://www.deviantart.com/stuffedwaves/art/Slobbi-Slobbi-Literature-Club-Part-2-843168390 https://www.deviantart.com/trmtum/art/DDLC-Huge-Hungry-Harem-Part-1-843292874 https://www.deviantart.com/trmtum/art/DDLC-Huge-Hungry-Harem-Part-2-843568801 https://www.deviantart.com/trmtum/art/DDLC-Huge-Hungry-Harem-Part-3-845096451 https://www.deviantart.com/trmtum/art/DDLC-Huge-Hungry-Harem-Part-4-Finale-852239385 Be forewarned, these stories do have slob elements

Damn a fucking year has passed and no one has posted a new story? That's sad

>>9600 Hmm, not sure, but I do like expansion scenes where the girl is getting stuck in a tight space.

>>9600 Idk about the panicking part, but I do like the idea of her swelling to the point where she can’t move around on her own (i.e. crotch has lifted her off the ground and/or she’s become too heavy to move under her own strength) and then her be all “Well fuck” and forced to bide her time until someone comes back to help her. Like she’s forced to try and entertain herself due to her immobility, like scrolling on her phone, thinking back to how she became like this, idly sloshing around the juices inside her out of sheer boredom, that sort of thing

>>9473 Wow... been taking a work-life necessitated hiatus for a long while and I'm speechless that as soon as I pop back in to test the juices, someone linked my story. I have the whole rest of this outlined and all-but imaginatively/creatively visualized in my head, but the writing part -- if it's to remain "actually good" takes soooo muuuuch tiiiime.

>>9646 I’ve found that doing a small side project does wonders for regaining focus on my main projects. You could try something similar. Maybe an unrelated blueberry story on the side?

https://www.deviantart.com/drinkapus/art/It-s-Permanent-A-Blueberry-Story-907153431 Sounds like this fits the bill in some way.

>>3802 Been writing some stories involving sex, you're right that it is strangely absent from a lot of works for whatever reason. https://www.deviantart.com/dropbear2448/art/Plus-Size-Gal-Girl-Hookup-952618103 https://www.deviantart.com/dropbear2448/art/RPG-Mixup-953197348 The first one doesn't feature weight gain though, she's begins the story very big. The second is mostly weight gain focused with some sex at the end. I've got another but it's hyper breast focused rather than being about fat girls. Think in the future I'll write something where weight is gained during the sexy sex, need to have a think about it.

Does anyone know some good blob-orgy themed stories?

https://www.deviantart.com/nigel2400/art/Club-Blubberslut-940763174

bump for great justice

>>6651 Your probably not here anymore but have you considered supernatural elements or pills that cause steady to insta weight gain?

try this https://www.deviantart.com/marlow0/art/The-Uncontainable-903432232

>>9767 I have ideas for a few of these, but the involve pregnancy as well.

https://www.deviantart.com/stuffedwaves/art/Hope-s-Peak-s-Big-Mystery-894054767

>>9403 Just write, once you're in the zone and the characters are clear in your head that stuff will come to you.

Noted. I have written up a basic rundown that I would not mind to get second thoughts on. The vast world known as simply The Whole World was rife with indulgence and pleasure. Nations featured rarely, resources were plentiful, and a sedentary grip was tight in the people. It was then, the gods of this world, who had watched waiting for any chance of change and growth, took matters into their own hands. Acting individually, each with different intentions good and bad, they all sent their power into the World, curses and bounties on the land, afflictions upon the people, and monsters with a hungering affliction. Despite all being different and from the same gods, the people of the World called them all “Treasured” plagues and beasts. Monsters and “illness” would somehow fatten the populous. The landscape would be weighed down, reducing plateaus to swamps. New foods, between powerful, sickening, and tasty, appeared. Despite having an influx of food and drink, the monsters forced the growing population to flee their gilded homes, overun by new beasts. The Treasured had different afflictions across the World, with different races developing and changing beyond simple differences in origin and skin tone. And any who wish to act must contend with a world that will force their runs to become waddles and their stomachs to never be quiet again. The Whole World had been smothered by too much of a good thing. Our first lead is a quickly bloating adventurer, Callah, who has attempted to strike out and find the source of the Treasured and end them, though she has struggled greatly. She then stumbles into the Hollow Lapis Academy, a former palace converted into a grand library on all things Treasured, overseen by the supporting cast and second lead, Ada, a woman who has been slightly mutated into an off shoot race due to Treasured imbalance. She has her issues with the Treasured as well, but seeks to understand them before rash action. Seeing this as her best chance of staying safe while furthering her mission, Callah joins the academy, with the story that follows focusing on her, Ada, the academy’s members, and other faces looking into the Treasured, adventuring and fighting, growing closer together, and growing further out as they decide which way this world will go. Thoughts?

>>9408 Been thinking about this post for a few days and I feel compelled to weigh in. It sounds like you've got a pretty clear picture of the world you want to play with, which is great! It also looks like you've got a rough outline of your main characters, which is also good. Since you're asking for feedback, I'd suggest focusing your brainstorming on two things: character motivations and a satisfying end-state for the story. Questions to consider for Callah: - Why has she decided to leave her (presumably) comfortable and safe home life behind and adventure through a very dangerous world? - Has she been cast out of her community for becoming cursed? Is there somebody back home that she's trying to save? - You mentioned multiple gods, perhaps she's an adherent to of somebody who isn't the "fat god", and she thinks the fat-related curses are abhorrent? - Why is she convinced that the Treasured can even be destroyed? How firm is her conviction? - Is she old enough to remember how the world was before? Even if she isn't, how does she feel about the world she has to fight through? For Ada: - How does she feel about becoming a mutant? Is she open-minded enough to embrace the changes or does she feel like a freak?

>>9437 Thank you for the feedback. I’d like to respond to these all actually, they help with creative juices and I have plans for some already. In order -Callah hates what the curse has done to her body and family, upset with the state of her flabby and gassy form, as well as many people in her life such as family. She just wants to get back to the thin ideals she heard of in stories. Her home is also far from cushy. Supplied food in a round about way by Treasured, but nothing more. She hates being babied or overly sedentary moments too, prefers activity, which again, is harder as a fatass. -Not at all, most people in this world have been cursed one way or another, being fatter or hungrier or gassier or whatever. It’s just a way of life for her. To an extent, she’d be trying to save her home town from the curse of living like this, but this is primarily for herself. -Yes she is quite upset with some of these gods when she finds out about them, though it takes a bit for her to learn of them and their plans. -Pure spite and grit. She does learn from her investigations with Ada and crew that they may be defeated, but at the start, it’s just out of desperation. -No, but she has heard many stories of the glamorous and noble life of the past. This just makes her hate the wild and disgusting world even more. -Ada has learned to embrace the changes overtime, now completely fine with who she is. Despite her self-love, there are those who scorn her in this world, something that keeps her away from any stable parts of society outside the academy. A core part of her character is being someone who accepts themselves in a world that may not. -Exactly that. While most are mindless beasts in one description or another, Ada has seen good in some factions. Her studies into the gods that made them have also let her see more of their purpose, and thus judges them far less harshly, though isn’t dumb and knows which ones should be dealt with. -Ada knows the Treasured all come from the gods, and each god’s type of Treasured varies, with some that may genuinely better humanity, others that try a trial by fire approach to make humanity change for their own good, and those that are just pure monsters with no good. These grey areas are the biggest source of tension between her and Callah, though the two grow to understand their sides more. -I didn’t skimp on body horror ideas! Some people, particularly those who cling to the past while under their curse, can transform into bloated monsters. Other types of curses can turn people into Treasured mutants, like Ada to both lesser and greater extents. -It’s grey area again. Some are just set on whatever their god commanded them to do, some are plain kill beasts, but a handful of groups are smarter. Be it through trickery to herd masses to an ideal, some benevolent in methods, or even those who comprehend what they’re doing could be wrong. -The ending is the biggest thing I want to make stick. I was planning on the kind of angle you mentioned, an Elden Ring style specifically, with all the people there chasing the Elden Ring so they can make their ideal world. The difference here is that it’s all the *gods* there throwing out their Treasured to “evolve” the world out of stagnation (or keep it that way for some) and by the end, Callah, Ada, and friends will be the ones who decide what kind of direction the world goes in. Can’t say much more, but it’ll be big.

It’s been a minute, but progress has been slowly moving. Mostly figuring out the general flow for the story, how things should escalate, interactions should play out, so on. Along with that, some other hefty gals to fit the themes of acceptance and self-recognition in the story. Part of me wants to ask for more advice here, but I have a hunch I won’t get many responses. So instead of that or wasting another thread, is there some other place to ask for writing advice on topics risqué as this? Genuine writing feedback and advice would be harder on mainstream places when it’s still about XWG kinks, is does anyone know of boards or websites that are more focused on storytelling advice for those I could check out? That being said, if people are still interested in my story or willing to give feedback or advice here, I’d gladly take it!

I don't suppose anyone's written a piece on Glasgow's Willy's chocolate experience yet?

>>8563 That would be more of a cuck fetish.

>>7142 really hoping for a follow up on this. also, source on that image? one of the best I've ever seen!

Figured you guys would know - there was a D&D horror-esque campaign made by a community member that I stumbled upon once and couldn't find again. One of the consequences of falling in the chocolate river was rapid WG. Anyone have any leads?

>>9733 Fairly certain you're thinking of Blood in the Chocolate.

4/4 I glance down at my throbbing cock and am instead greeted with a wobbling dome of fat obscuring my junk. Somebody's hand wraps around my dick, and I throw my head back with a breathy gasp. I moan around another mouthful of bloody steak as somebody starts to tenderly and slowly jerk me off. With every stroke, it feels like my whole body is pulsating with pleasure and warmth, and I suspect that the pleasure is making me expand as well. I never want it to stop, I don't care how fat I get. My first orgasm of the night catches my by surprise. I gasp roughly and practically see stars as I feel my cock splatter hot ropes against my chunky thigh. Moments later, at least two greedy, giggling mouths lick my sweaty leg clean. Before I can catch my breath, somebody is holding a new slab of meat to my face, and I fully submit to whatever this erotic ritual may yet have in store. The orgy beneath me ceases to feel like a flailing tangle of limbs and more a bed of increasingly doughy flesh, moans and blasphemous cries of rapture muffled by neighboring bodies and my own fatness. Chubby, sweaty hands are now mercilessly force-feeding me, and I can feel my body swelling by the moment. Adoring hands grasp and caress me from every angle, sending jiggles and quakes through my thickening flesh, crashing into the waves of swelling pleasure thrumming out from my belly. I can't meaningfully move at this point. My belly feels like a waterbed full of jello, my arms are flabby sausages that I can barely lift, and each leg probably weighs more than I did when this insane night began. I'm too lost in the sensations flooding my being to even properly savor the novelty of my massive obesity. I've cum two or three more times by now, my anonymous benefactors adapting their technique to work around or utilize the new puffy fat pad surrounding my insatiable cock. And still, I expand. My limbs finally outgrow my strength, and the wobbling expanse of my body is squished on all sides by the now-corpulent bodies of the coven. I begin to lose a sense of where my body, or any body around me, begins or ends. I'm engulfed by heaving, sweaty blubber and caged by dozens of pudgy hands. My leviathan stomach is swollen beyond any reason, I'm nearly choking on a merciless onslaught of sublime cuts of meat, I'm utterly helpless within a coven of supersized witches, and it's the greatest moment of my life. - I spasm, gasping for air like I've been drowning for an hour. My hands grab desperately, but they feel sinewy and strong once again, and as they sink into familiar fluffy blankets, I realize I'm once again in Rachel's bed. Sunlight streams through the windows in adjoining rooms, and a bird chirps incongruously somewhere in the trees. As the terror drains from my body, I finally take stock of my situation. I'm in my jeans and T-shirt again, and aside from an overfull belly bulging over the unzipped fly, I don't feel any fatter than usual. I roll over with a groan, rubbing my discomforted gut, and that's when I see the blood. The dull red stains on my fingers freeze my spine, and the too-salty crust on my lips slaps my senses too. "So that actually happened," I croak to myself. Funny enough, I didn't feel any different after apparently selling my soul. Improbably, my swollen belly grumbles with hunger. Full as I was, I figured this all might make more sense with some breakfast, and I prepared to head down to the kitchen.....

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.

Any one have any more storys. Van have gas and slob or just be normal.

>>5477 Hey, here are a couple short ones I did. There is a third. . . But it's currently behind a paywall

>>5516 https://www.deviantart.com/pudgyprose/art/Full-Story-Kobayashi-Double-Feature-934254441 Fuck, sorry, forgot the link.

https://www.deviantart.com/m1kejojo/art/Kobayashi-and-the-pig-pig-fruit-sweaty-blubber-God-918898099 https://www.deviantart.com/sir-wales/art/Feed-My-Guest-SSBBW-Rapid-WG-879845491 https://www.deviantart.com/khaidon/art/Massive-Maid-Tohru-BBW-775254829 https://www.deviantart.com/squishypsycho/art/The-Pampered-Princess-906010484 https://www.deviantart.com/pudgyprose/art/Miss-Kobayashi-s-Immobile-Dragons-Part-1-4-918480007 https://www.deviantart.com/odd-odette/art/A-Lardy-Lucoa-920394699

Any Lucoa stories?

>>8984 >>9050 Forgot that I even wrote this until now! Glad you guys liked it!

>>9196 Have you considered writing part two by any chance?

Have had some success working with ChatGPT to play out some fantasies. Context here is that Marcus was my roommate that got me addicted to Boost shakes that feminized me. "On all fours, you feel the cold tile of the kitchen floor beneath you, the weight of your body pressing down, emphasizing the softness and fullness you've accumulated. Your belly hangs heavily, swaying slightly with each movement. Marcus looms over you, a dominant presence that fills the room. He grips a funnel tightly, placing the end of it in your mouth. The other end is connected to a large container of Boost shake. "Drink," he commands, his voice rough and authoritative. You obey, the thick liquid flowing steadily into your mouth, down your throat, and into your already bloated stomach. The pressure inside you builds, but you continue to swallow, each gulp adding to the sensation of fullness. As the shake continues to pour into you, Marcus positions himself behind you. With a forceful thrust, he enters you, the suddenness making you gasp around the funnel. His movements are rough and relentless, each thrust pushing you forward slightly, causing the liquid in your stomach to slosh around uncomfortably. "You love this, don't you?" he growls, his hands gripping your hips tightly. "Being my fat, greedy pig. Drinking every last drop while I fuck you." You can only moan in response, the combined sensations of the shake filling you and Marcus's rough dominance overwhelming your senses. The fullness in your belly grows, almost to the point of pain, but the pleasure and arousal override any discomfort. His vulgar words, his primal intensity, and the raw, physical sensations all blend into a heady mix that leaves you breathless and submissive. "Look at you," Marcus sneers, thrusting harder. "So full, so bloated, and still you can't get enough. My greedy, gluttonous whore." You feel a rush of heat through your body, the degradation mixed with pleasure sending you to the edge. The liquid from the funnel continues to pour down your throat, and you struggle to keep up, but the feeling of Marcus inside you keeps you going. From this angle, the fat pad around your cock is clearly visible, a soft mound that almost engulfs it completely. Marcus's rough movements make the fat jiggle with each thrust, adding to the intense sensation. The sight of your cock, so small and smothered by the surrounding fat, only heightens the humiliation and arousal.

>>5219 Anyone archived this?

Teddy Gainer and the Forbidden Fruit (Which is gone, but not forgotten) https://www.reddit.com/r/tipofmytongue/comments/1dmwegd/tomtneed_help_finding_love_story/