>>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/

>>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