>>9686 https://www.furaffinity.net/view/38334859/ Probably has what you want, I ain't reading it

Pooh-Chan's Stoutness Exercise The morning had been just perfect in the forest. A gentle breeze had come over, bringing a little coolness despite the bright sunshine and warmth of the summer. The verdant canopy rustled and swayed in the breeze, sending slivers of brilliant light dancing across the beaten dirt trails and brushy undergrowth. Deep into the forest, where the canopy parted and the trail spread into a wide clearing, stood a strange house, half buried under a vast tree with a heavy door frame between the tree's roots. In front of the door, a log was laid to act as a seat for the occupant of the house, with a pile of sticks and wood set out ready for a campfire later on. Perched atop the log, thinking and considering what to do with her day while enjoying the weather, sat the occupant of the strange home: a girl, her blonde hair secured in twin pig-tails, who even from her sitting position seemed to be rather short and plump. She wore a bright red t-shirt which was a little too small for her chubby frame with a tight pair of sunny yellow shorts accompanied by brilliant yellow socks and brown loafers. Her clothes were ill-fitting, but in good condition, though closer inspection would reveal recent repairs to the seams of the shorts. As the girl continued to ponder her day, a sound came through her open door which caught her attention. She stood and headed inside, looking up to the blue cuckoo clock as it chimed. She blinked, looking from the clock-face to the chirping bird popping out of the small door above it, then turned with a thoughtful look to the free-standing mirror beside her. “That chime means something,” she pondered aloud. “Oh, but what was it...” She looked up to the reflected visage in the mirror. “Is there anything you can think of?” The reflection shook its head. “Oh bother, neither can I... Come on, Pooh, think...” Pooh-Chan held her head as she concentrated, and in a moment of clarity recalled what it was. “Oh yeah! It's time for my stoutness exercise!” It was half past ten, nearly time for a treat, and as she did every day about this time, Pooh-Chan stood in front of the mirror and proceeded to hum a tune to herself as she raised her arms up above her head, stretching up onto her tip-toes, before lowering herself and leaning forward to touch her toes.

The Dreaded Skullasaurus KRAA-KOW! The inky blackness of the night sky cracked as a streak of lightning shot downwards, brilliant blue-white light momentarily illuminating the massive trees of the Hundred Acre Woods and casting deep shadowy shapes across the landscape before retreating into darkness once more. Deep inside the forest, the walls of a small home shook as powerful thunder rocked the summer night sky. With each strike of the sky's wrath, the quaint home's interior was cast into light, revealing that not all of it's inhabitants were fast asleep. In the smaller bedroom, a frightened Pooh-chan sat shakingly in her bed, only a small sliver of her golden hair and blue eyes peeking from behind the covers of her bed. Pooh-chan hated the powerful night storms the summer would bring and this one was no exception. "D-don't worry, Piglett. The storm should pass soon." she spoke softly, not wanting to wake her housemate despite her fearful state. The girl craddled a small stuffed pink pig in her arms, whom she affectionately called "Piglett.". The toy was crudely stitched together and certainly showed it's age with several repairs across its threadbare form. Notably, the threads that held its black button eyes hung loose, but such small details never bothered Pooh-chan. Piglett was a gift to her from her housemate, Christopher Robin. Once his favorite toy, the aged plush toy was now the girl's much-loved stalwart companion. The raging storm outside made the tiny room an awfully eerie place for the young girl, the echoing howls of wind and roars of thunder only making for a more terrifying night. Pooh-chan peered out from the blanket once again just as another flash of lightning illuminated the room. Dark shadows strayed over the walls of the room, the silhouettes of tree branches turning to the razor sharp claws of a terrifying monster. Pooh-chan let out a frightened squeak as she retreated under her covers once more. "Ooh, this scary storm reminds me of the big scary Skullasaurus Christopher Robin told me about!" she said to Piglet. The Skullasaurus was a terrifying beast, accalimed to have great bulging bug eyes and saber-like teeth, which lived in "Skull Cave", an area of the forest not too far away from the house. The legend went that those who heard the beast's haunting roar would be cursed. Pooh's grip on Piglet tightened as visions of the Skullasaurus filled her mind, the echoes of thunderonly punctuating her thoughts. Pooh-chan tried clearing her mind of the horrible thoughts, but just as she was managing to get the last glimpses of the creature from her mind's eye, a deep growl filled the room. Pooh-chan could feel her heart sink in fear. "Huh..!? W-what was that!?" she squeaked in a small voice. The chubby blonde could feel her body start to shake as fear set in, clutching her stuffed companion tighter. A second growl ground out, completely disproving the notion that the sound mind have been a figment of her frightened mind. In a flash of panic, Pooh-chan frantically pulled off the covers and fumbled to turn on the lamp on her bedside. Picking up the small lantern, Pooh-chan scanned around the room. The soft orange glow of the delicate flame revealed a cluttered room with empty honey pots strewn about the wooden floor and large rug in the center. In the corner stood Pooh-chan's large mirror, before which she would often stand, speaking to her reflection or performing her routine stoutness exercises. She walked up to her mirror and looked at her reflected twin. She was dressed in a grayish blue nightgown that reached down a short way down her thighs and was loose enough to be comfortable but still left the outline of a prominent tummy visible underneath. Her hair, normally in twin ponytails, cascaded down past her shoulders, flowing like a golden waterfall. Draped over head was a similarily colored nightcap, the loose-form cap lopped over on one side of her head. "Oh, hello there." Pooh greeted her reflected self "You wouldn't happen to have seen a big scary Skullasaurus nearby, have you?" The reflection shook its head. "Oh good, it must have been my imagination then.” Pooh chuckled a sigh of relief and turned to head back to bed, but just as Pooh went to move, she heard the growl again. "Oh bother, there it is again!" Pooh-chan panicked and started pacing back and forth as she pondered her next move. "C'mon, Pooh, think..think..think!" she began to concentrate, lightly tapping her forehead with the knuckles of her free hand. "If that mean ol' Skullasaurus isnt here...then he must be elsewhere...and if he's elsewhere, that means...Christopher Robin!" Pooh-chan gasped!

>>7101 At last, Pooh returned with her prize. In the girl's grip was a popgun, the wooden exterior somewhat battered and faded in spots. The brown stock and grip showed signs of wear, chipped woodwork and some details long since lost to time, while the silvery paint of the barrel had dulled to a scratched grey, the sheen gone. Despite the seemingly poor condition of the exterior, a firm rubber cork plugged the muzzle, ready to be fired. Pooh straightened herself up and went to open her door, but she paused for a moment and set Piglett on the bed carefully. "I-it might be dangerous out there, Piglett." she told the stuffed toy. "You better stay here where it's safe. I... I'll be back once that mean... Sk-Skullasaurus is gone." She turned her gaze to the mirror once more, the reflected doppelganger holding its own weapon. "Y-you stay and protect Piglett." The reflection saluted her and rested the popgun on her shoulder as she started to keep watch. Pooh's resolve waivered as she thought of the dangers that might lurk just outside her door, but her mind was made up, and much like when it came to honey, when Pooh set her mind to helping a friend, she stuck to it. Taking a shaky breath, Pooh-chan blew out the lantern, not wanting the light to warn the beast of her approach, and carefully opened her bedroom door. An icy wind blew through as Pooh did her best to silently close the door behind her, both to protect the safe haven of her room, and so that the Skullasaurus would not notice she had come out. She trembled as she clutched her popgun in both hands, ready to use it as she surveyed the front room. The front door of the house lay ajar, allowing the winds to whisper through into the home, unknown words warning of unknowable horrors to poor Pooh's tormented mind. A flash of blue-white outside blasted through the window, lighting the hall, and glistening on the floor was a set of messy, sticky-looking tracks, misshapen and lumbering as they trailed from the door into the heart of their house. Pooh swallowed shakily as she headed further on, hearing something... inhuman, somewhere further inside. It sounded like dripping, but the drops seemed to rustle and pop as they hit. Then a rubbery squeak, followed by more rustling. Perplexed and anxious, Pooh peered around the corner, following the tracks to the kitchen area. Hunched over in the middle of the kitchen was a strange figure, formless in shape as it slumped in the shade of the night, yet in the slithers of lightning flashes, Pooh-Chan could just about make out the slick, damp flesh. She gritted her teeth and swallowed silently, taking aim at the creature's back as unseen limbs toyed with something behind its bulky form. The sound of liquid dripping once again sounded, but Pooh-Chan's ears did not register it, her heart pounding in her chest as she shakily slid the popgun in preparation. "L-leave... leave our house, m-monster!" She cried out, thrusting the barrel of the popgun back against the stock, launching the rubber cork from the barrel with a rush of air. "Ow!" The Skullasaurus yelped, having turned at the shout only to take the cork to the forehead. The hit stunned it, causing it to tumble over on its backside, it's 'flesh' splitting as it went with its head flipping back. Pooh-Chan stared as her eyes adjusted to the dark, and realised the thing she had shot was not a big, hideous monster, but her housemate. "Chr-Christopher?" she squeaked in shock, before hearing a growl again. She yelped, dropping the popgun in fright and scrambling round behind Christopher. "O-oh bother, it's still out there!" "Pooh-Chan?" Christopher Robin frowned, pulling himself up and glancing back over his shoulder to the cowering girl. "What are you doing up this late?" "H-h-how can I sleep when th-there's a hungry Skullasaurus about?!" Pooh replied frantically. The deep rumbling growl came again, making her reflexively tense and grip onto Christopher. "C-can't you hear it?" Christopher Robin blinked, dumbfounded by the remark, but in a moment he let out a soft snort and chuckled. Pooh was surprised and confused by this reaction, and her grip instinctively eased. "Oh, Pooh..." he said, holding her shoulders softly and looking her in the eye with a gentle look. "There's no such thing as a Skullasaurus." he laughed. "That's the sound of a rumbly tummy of one very hungry girl." He replied, giving her tummy a soft poke. Pooh-Chan, surprised by the comment. As Christopher backed off to light a lantern, she thoughtlessly gripped the hem of her nightie and lifted it up, leaning her back so that her round middle stuck out further for her ease. In the faint lamp light, she saw her stomach tremble softly, another growl coming out, ending with a gurgily "Pop!". She pouted softly. "Oh, tummy!" she said grumpily. "You scared me!"

>>9677 Feel like this should go to the loli thread

>>9221 https://www.deviantart.com/n00brunner/art/Former-CEO-928368750

>>6008 Why does all of them must be futa?

I’m having trouble finding anything for them. Any help would be greatly appreciated

https://www.deviantart.com/n00brunner/art/Former-CEO-928368750

>>9660 >>9425 Whoops, am drunk af and didn't see that this story was posted already.

>>9569 If would absolutely love if you were to write a inflation story, mainly one where it's a large area of people inflating, basically city wide inflation and then they all start popping one by one and it's a huge mess.

>>9569 If possible, I'd like a story where 3-5 girls are kidnapped by an evil organization who plan to use them as monster breeders. The girls are rescued by a mentor/ third party who grants them the power to transform into magical girls. Although the new magical girls don't realize it at first, the villains's experiment was a success and the monster pregnancies are causing them to rapidly gain weight. The girls must master their new powers, save the world and hopefully themselves before they become immobile, give birth or burst.

>>9569 Requesting a scenario where Natsuki from DDLC gaining a massive, room-filling hourglass figure thanks to a chibi Monika messing with her file size after overhearing Nat complain about being teased by the other Dokis for being the smallest of the group.

>>9571 This post gave me an idea for a story, so I’m gonna throw my idea out there A girl who’s had an extremely bizarre medical condition where she gains weight extremely easily, but is otherwise completely healthy. She’s been living with this condition all her life and has slowly watched her weight grow further and further out of control, to the point where she’s fully immobile by the time she graduates high school. The story would on her life in her mid-20s, reflecting on how her life had led to this point, having to have a caretaker do everything for her 24/7, having doctors coming in and examining her and trying to figure out how exactly she remains healthy despite being morbidly obese. Overall, I feel the vibe of the story should be something like “Its not a glamorous life, but at least its a semi-comfortable one”

I’d love another story of Ulala Montague Debavior Hague

>>8985 Hi! Glad someone read it! I can gladly make a continuation on here!

https://www.deviantart.com/salvador132/art/Baby-Steps-Prologue-1055012676 decided to put it in deviantart to have easier access to it, enjoy!

as a gainer/feedee and a little i agree that they go great together :)

>>9012 I’m glad to hear that you liked the story! I would love any kind of critiques and feedback to make it better as I write!

bump, really wish this thread could get more stuff

Great new very dark trans SSBBW story by FC Punk https://www.deviantart.com/fc-punk/art/Bridal-Weight-Death-Feedism-Trap-Collected-1043475865

Furry (Pokémon), but still. https://www.furaffinity.net/view/57551721/

https://www.deviantart.com/cirque-de-kink/art/WG-Immobility-Wetting-Office-Drama-1093311394

https://www.pixiv.net/novel/show.php?id=22900265

https://www.deviantart.com/garebear241/art/Bariatric-Love-SSBHM-M-M-881919197

Would suck her 24/7 Using her milk as my only food source

This is the literature thread, dumbass. Post this in the tits thread

>>9467 Thespookyend is the only writer that I know does this pretty frequently. Some of his https://deviantart.com/thespookyend

https://www.deviantart.com/screwedontight/art/Elden-Ring-Sating-Sellen-1065948408 Here's one that I have a particular fondness for

Wrote one today that's kind of wholesome? Kind of an unintentional mutual weight gain "A Night Of Pleasure" Chapter 1 A long hard day at work led Tyler home. He grabbed his keys and unlocked the door. Dropping his suitcase by the doorway. "Brenda," he called," you up sweety?" "Be out in a second darling~" She replied in a hawty south London accent. What emerged from the hallway was an immense mass of tanned, middle eastern blubber. Tall and incredibly obese, Brenda tipped the scales at eight hundred and fourty and had no intention of stopping. She heaved herself onto the couch, still dressed in her pink nighty, eagerly watching her husband. If he only knew how impossibly in love with him she was. They met on an online dating site years ago. She was a modest 350 pounds back then and had always been rather portly. She ate a lot and was tired of denying her inner glutton and liked girls that ate. They found thar beyond the mere sexual quirks, they actually had quite a lot in common. They first met IRL at a plus sized bash and they couldn't keep their hands off each other. They checked into a room and slept together, his head nuzzling her back. They'd never slept so peacefully. Two years later they were married at a court house. She'd blown up to five hundred pounds and could barely move in the tight fitting purple satin gown he'd bought her. But thar was the point. When they'd gotten to the hotel, she threw him on the bed and had her way with him. It was her day too after all. Four years later, through numerous eating regimen (and enough weight gain powder to fatten even the skinniest woman to immobilitiy) she now sat, a mountain of achievement and sexual bliss personified. Tyler sat down beside her and kissed her passionately. He could taste the hunks of her favorite ultimate devil's food cake between her beautiful plump lips. "Got you a present today." "Oh?," Brenda replied being catty," Well I have something for you." She pinned him down with all of her eight hundred pounds and buttoned his shirt and began kissing him everywhere. Sensing the moment, he massaged her engorged body with his finger tips. She moaned deeply. "Mmmm," she whispered, you said you brought something home?" He nodded, groping the immensity of her ass, sending shivers down her spine. He went to his briefcase, opened it, and put it down on the TV tray beside her. It was a large metal belt buckle with an even larger glass tube inside of it. She couldn't help but laugh, "Not a sex toy I hope? You're the only pleasure I need lover." Tyler laughed too,"No, something better. Stand up for me." Brenda heaved herself up off the couch and waddled over. Lifting up her arms, she let Tyler put the buckle around her waist and shivered, "Bit cold isn't it?" She muttered. Within moments, the buckle extended around her waist and the tube inserted itself into the depths of her belly button. "Well, enough theatrics dear," she laughed,"what's it do?" From the briefcase, Tyler grabbed a remote with all kinds of dials and switches, "Anything you can possibly imagine." He whispered in her ear. "Oh," she purred, "I can imagine a lot of things."

>>9491 Chapter 2 From within the briefcase, which at this point seemed bottomless to Brenda, Tyler pulled out an immensely thick book. "It's the Slothworks DX-80 body defier," he said, passing it to her, "wanna look like a supermodel? Wanna be the strongest woman on earth? Wanna eat like a hog and still be razor thin? The possibilities are endless." Brenda soon had a sly smile on her lips. "Fatter, I want to be the biggest, fattest woman you've ever laid eyes on. Even bigger than those girls that you drew in high school that you showed me." Tyler nodded, pressed a button, and it started. The tube began processing a slimy, yellow liquid and Brenda's stomach began making noises that she'd never heard before in her life. Sickening noises that sounded like a camel pleading for it's life. Oddest of all, she began violently belching. All around her, Brenda's body surged, slumped, and pushed forward. Rounding out to improbable proportions and then even more impossible. Soon Brenda was too fat to even stand up anymore and violently smacked her two thousand plus frame on the floor, shaking the house as she did so. "More," she pleaded, moaning in heat, her voice deepening as she expanded further,"more..." Like bread rising, her body grew more and more voluptuous and thick. She'd never felt so sensual like this before. The verbose belching and typhoon of stomach noises grew more and more prominent as she widened. Soon, she couldn't feel her hands or feet. Not wanting to make her explode, though he was certain she would have been in absolute ecstasy if he did, he stopped her at eight tons. As the system cooled down, her body lurched forward mid-expansion and she let out a belch that nearly shattered the windows. Reaching down to her belly, he unhooked the body defier, listening sweetly to all the churning and groaning that was still taking place inside her. Tyler took his time looking at his handi-work and was quietly amazed at what he saw. "Sweetheart," she moaned barely above a whisper, still violently belching,"come to me.." Chapter 3 Tyler wasn't sure how exactly to satisfy a woman as impossibly fat as Brenda currently was, but he made it work. And boy, did she gush. Later he brought a blanket and threw it ontop of as much of her as it could cover and he laid atop her, as close to her face as he could get. "That was *belch* so *urp* wonderful," she moaned, mid-kiss,"I'd love to *urp* stay this way if you'll *huff* let me." Tyler shook his head, "I couldn't imagine the food bill trying to feed you. But we can still keep it around for special time." She giggled deeply," So naughty *urp*, well, I guess let's *belch* change me back before I get used to being your own *burp* sex pillow." Tyler slid down Brenda and re-attached the body defier, gently kissing her belly as it worked it's magic. Soon, her belly began violently churning again, but it was more of a slow release this time and not as nearly dramatic. In about ten minutes, Brenda was back to just being plain old morbidly obese (give or take ten to fifteen pounds). Tyler was about to pop it off, before Brenda stopped him. "Let's see what else this thing can do, shall we lover?"

>>9492 Chapter 4 Brenda, still belching, flipped through the manual. Playing with the dials, she figured out how to increase individual body parts, much to the delight of Tyler. She knew how much he loved the sight of her behind so she expanded herself until her bottom was big enough to expand over the sides of the couch. Reading further, she noticed the en masse "expander" and "reduction" dials and pondered a thought, "Sweetheart," she cooed, getting up and waddling over, forgetting that her breasts were still engorging themselves," what do you think it'd be like to start all over again? Drop a few sizes, let you weave your handiwork and turn me into a rotund heifer all over again?" "Well.." "Come on," she whispered, kissing him, "it'll be fun." "Oh, all right." She grabbed the remote, finally halting the breast augmentation and flipped the "reducer" dial. "See you in a couple of hundred pounds sweety." Brenda watched her all her hard earned blubber reduce in rapid succession. Her panties that were once too impossibly tight dropped to the floor. Her stomach still moaned, but not as before. Sort of like the inverse. She closed her eyes and thought of her first kiss with Tyler, their first feeding session, her first hundred pounds. It was bliss. But when she opened them back up, it wasn't so. She'd dropped to 150 and when she realized this, she gasped in horror. Tyler had tried to pull off the body defier, but in doing so, it had sent tremors throughout Brenda's frame. Individual parts swelling and then reducing. "Shut it off," she moaned, belching "I'm trying. You shouldn't have turned the dial so much. You're lucky that you didn't turn into a pile of jelly." "Don't tempt me with a good time Tyler Rogers." Somehow Tyler yanked it off but it attached to itself to his body instead. "Ohhh," Brenda purred, "tempt me with a good time Mr. Rogers.." Chapter 5 "I might miss being an obese blob, but turning you into one?" She cooed, "Now there's a thought that never entered my mind." With a press of a button and a turn of the dial, Tyler began swelling and turning round. While not as sensual as Brenda's turn, it wasn't without it's charms. Though having fun at his expense, she knew not to upset him too terribly. She stopped him at five hundred fourty. She detached the body defier and he groaned, collapsing. He woke up, hours later, chained to the bed. Brenda was feeding him fattening things that she often saved just for herself, hoping to make him even more bloated. "Funny," she purred,"who'd have thought you'd look so impossibly cute as a butter ball, lover?" "It's only fair," he belched,"I did do this to you after all." Brenda shook her head, "Tyler, I loved being fat, but more importantly, I loved being with you. Just having you turning me into a lard ass was a bonus. I'll turn us both back in the morning, but tonight, let's just have this moment, okay?" He nodded in response.

>>9493 Chapter 6 The next morning, Tyler woke up in bed feeling strange. He didn't feel as nearly as heavy as he once did and that was a relief, though part of him did get enjoyment out of it. "Brenda?" He shouted down the hall,"you home?" There was no response. He found the key and unshackled the chains. He walked down the hallway and found Brenda raiding the fridge. She still looked thin. "Oh, good morning," she yawned, giving him a kiss, "you sleep well?" Tyler nodded. "Well, I've been up all night thinking. And you know? As great as that thing was, it's kind of dangerous. Imagine if either of us got stuck that way. Not that I wouldn't enjoy either outcome," she giggled," but let's just say that I want to blow up on my own terms. Is that fair?" "Perfectly," Tyler nodded. Brenda got up and attached the body deifer to her stomach, "We're gonna have one last turn lover, so get the most out of it okay?" Brenda tossed him the remote and took a large bite of the chocolate cake, savoring one last moment being thin, "make me large, Tyler Rogers, make me huge!" He turned the dial and embraced her, letting her fat envolpe his body. Chapter 7 Two months later Home once again, Tyler sat down his briefcase "Brenda, you home?" He shouted. He found a note on the mantle that read 'follow the rose petals'. He did as he was told and followed them into the bathroom where he found Brenda relaxing in the bath with sparkling fruit juice and soft R&B music playing. She'd grown since that day, roughly two hundred pounds thanks to the body defier. Luckily the bath was still big enough to contain most of her. "Good evening," she cooed, "fancy a bath?" She watched him longingly as he undressed and slid in-between her, nesting his body between her breasts and belly. She sighed and kissed him, savoring the moment. "I found out something today." "Oh?" He replied. "Yes," she smiled, "I'm pregnant" Tyler rolled over in the bath and smothered her with delight. "I'm going to be a father. You have no idea how happy I am." "You?" She laughed,"I'm going to be more of a literal cow than I bargained for. I'm the one who should be celebrating" They clanged their glasses together and kissed deeply, wondering what the future might bring them.

Emma and Jack: A Love Story Once upon a time, Emma got a job at Wendy's. She was a diligent worker with some concerns about her weight. Her manager, Jack, started to encourage her to eat from the leftover food inventory. In no time, Emma developed a habit of regularly eating these leftovers, significantly increasing her weight. Soon, her weight gain became so rapid that it even garnered Jack's interest. Rather than expressing concern or suggesting she leave her job, Jack, who unbeknownst to Emma was Jeff Bezos, proposed an audacious idea - move the entire restaurant to Emma's house. Thus, Emma's life became entirely revolved around food. Soon immobile, Emma depended entirely on her manager and the feeding machine he'd designed for her. Her habits soon began subtly altering her body. Every piece of clothing she owned turned tight on her as her body widened. Her once slender arms and legs started to fill with more meat every passing day. Emma's weight reached astonishing levels, all while she lay immobile in her bed. Bezos, intrigued by the experiment, provided her with artificial organs that could cope with her increasing weight demands. He even got a crane to lift her out of bed since by then Emma was completely immobile. Food was supplied directly to her enormous body through a specially crafted feeding tube. As her needs grew, Bezos paid a horde of people to keep her supplied with food around the clock. Such was the singular focus of her transformed existence. One day, she found herself unable to consume anything solid; even being fed through a tube became taxing. Jack designed a feeding machine that would blend the food for her completely, turning everything into a thick, easily swallowed paste. The days and nights merged together, a time when she did nothing but eat. As she swallowed, caretakers and admirers massaged her body gently, touching every part of her immense flesh. It almost seemed like they were pleasuring themselves at the sight of this feedee girl, immobile and powerless on her bed. When consumption reached an unimaginable colossal level, hitting an impossible, unthinkable milestone of a million pounds, Bezos and his team decided to engineer a new form of nutrients. Waste products, previously discarded, were introduced as a high nutrient source.

Oops. It appears I accidentally started a new thread unintentionally. I was trying to reply to a comment someone made in the general discussion for bbw writing, but it looks like it made a thread. Sorry everyone, my bad.

Happened to me as well, more of a confidence issue if anything. I cared about the value of my work, which is silly considering that you're writing or drawing for the sake of fetishists on a website like this one or DA. Write for yourself and don't care what other people think about your work. I'm doing that now with a non-fetish/non-wg story now and I'm proud of how far I've come after so many years of self-doubt

>>9460 Go for it. Sometimes my best ideas come from horny dreams. Also stop drinking gatorade, it’s gross.

>>9490 Good advice, anon. I think I'll just try to turn my brain off and write what I feel. >>9495 Even frost flavor?

>>9495 Yes. That’s another good tip, think about how gross it actually is to be morbidly obese and lean into it. Gross is sexy.

>>9497 >Good advice, anon. I think I'll just try to turn my brain off and write what I feel There's a speech by Bruce Lee from Enter The Dragon that I'm very fond of https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1eVPIz-ziWY >"Don't think, feel. It is like a finger pointing away to the moon. Don't concentrate on the finger or you will miss all that heavenly glory"

>>9448 Motherfucker. You can’t do this in the other Borin23 thread?

This guy has to be a 15 year old who just made four fucking threads today. Ban him.

Here's a little Feedee Reader x Feeder Widowmaker thing I cooked up just now. I've never made captions like this before, so I hope it's good!

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.

shame that there hasn't been any given, you found any?

>>9387 Closest I’ve seen is B.E.Ubonic Plague or the milk plague (breast expansions). In short there’s a virus causing girls to produce breast milk at an alarming rate, to the point that it’s both replacing much of their bodily fluids and forcing them to expand, in the end they pop spreading the tainted milk around causing over girls to go through the process all over again.

>>9414 pretty sure that's a comic, not a story also, here's a story I found elsewhere: https://bbw-chan.link/.media/96e97227c94c2f1f0be41a10006220451239e7d3e532c65dadcf62e8c23aa88c.txt

>>9423 This is the one that the thread creator linked, is there any more that you may know?