>>10762 Turns out code sharing sites don't have content filters lol Here's the different versions of chapter 9. Heavy on the intox kink. I prefer the final few, but still have some improvements to make. Claude has been spending too much time describing events at the beach, despite my repeated requests for more club content. Ch9a https://pastecode.io/s/3s41t5q5 Ch9b https://pastecode.io/s/undp38kc Ch9c https://pastecode.io/s/xmcayhhf Ch9d https://pastecode.io/s/hce8xunf

>>10762 Big ups from op, like I said, anything helps bro much appreciaton!

>>10765 Thanks, let me know what you think. Was gooning while writing some of this so the story might get a bit far-fetched in places. Haven't read over the whole thing yet.

https://www.deviantart.com/alexanderthecrepe/art/THE-FEEDER-DIARIES-ENTRY-2-STUFFING-WEED-SLOB-1178681718

>>10806 This rocks

[Okay...But only because I’m a good sport] Hisao winced at the outcome of the match that had taken place. It was an absolute brilliant strategy that she hardly saw coming, who knew that Canada had such tactical value? [Looks like I’m the master at taking risks now, Hisao! Now just like we agreed to!] Hisao paused for a second as she was somewhat taken at exactly what he had to do next. He swallowed his pride and stood up to take his lumps like a man, a guy is only as good as his word after all. [Shizune, I have no idea how we let it get this bad...] Hisao furled his brow at what he had to do. [But we did agree to it] Before him was a no-shit birthday cake, fit for 24 guests. All for her because she had the audacity to ignore North America during his conquest of the world in her game of risk. He began properly with a knife and fork starting from a corner. Shizune was so gracious as to provide a gallon of milk to accompany him but it had soon gotten to the point where it was obvious that Hisao couldn’t carry on. With nearly half a gallon finished and ¾ of the cake gone his prim composure had gone sloppy as he had slumped back in his chair. Frosting had gotten onto his sleeves as well as his belly which was now almost screaming from inside his uniform to be let loose.

It seemed no matter what Hisao just couldn’t win. Shizune was on his case like a hawk stalking a mouse. If he wanted to go somewhere, she would know about it. It didn’t help that Misha was following her every whim, meaning Hisao had to deal with a second pair of eyes to keep Shizune up to date with his whereabouts. There was nothing much Hisao could do about the situation, if he was somewhere Shizune wouldn’t want him, she’d find him and make sure he was in the student council room like he should be. Eventually he was inducted into the council as the official “Doughboy”, as she put it. If Hisao wasn’t eating, he wasn’t doing his job. For weeks on end she’d had Hisao take part in impossible challenges, mainly taking her head on in some kind of contest that Hisao would only win if the planets aligned in his favour. Of course, he lost every one and paid the price, forcible feeding of stupidly large meals his punishment. He would never leave the Council’s headquarters unless his belly was packed with food and his face splattered with the remains of his meal. However, today Shizune was giving him a little mercy. Hisao was given free roam to bring in whatever food he desired today, no challenges or contests, just him getting to eat what he wanted. Of course, he was still eating and this was something he’d rather not do, but he knew not to go against Shizune’s wishes. “Hey Misha.” Hisao merely said, clutching two plastic bags filled with food. His breathing was slightly laboured, having to carry around those bags was pretty tough considering he had little to no muscle to speak of. Both girls took note of the tired out boy, watching his hefty stomach rise and fall with heavy breaths. “Heya there Dough- I mean Hicchan!” Misha replied, quickly remembering that only Shizune had the honour of calling him that. She’d made it very clear Hisao was all hers, though Misha was allowed along for the ride. “We have your spot all warm and ready~” Misha gestured over to Hisao’s seat, instantly recognizable by how beat up and worn it was. Given how fat Hisao had gotten, the already aged chair had suffered, needing a few repairs so it was able to support his weight. [Do enjoy your mercy day, won’t you doughboy?] Shizune signs over, simply smiling as Hisao plops himself onto the old chair, each individual creak and strain audible though the room as his plump rear squeezes in. [I’ve got plenty up my sleeve for you next week] Simply nodding, Hisao settles himself down, moving back slightly so to not let his belly press into the table. Finally, it’s time to sit down and time to eat. Reaching into the first bag of the two, Hisao takes out a rather hearty club sandwich, loaded with plenty of balanced fillings. Even on his off day, he knew Shizune would be breathing down his neck to make sure he ate plenty of his fill. If it wasn’t big enough, she’d no doubt make up for it tomorrow. At least it was a chance for him to get a decent meal in. Most of these food punishments were just junk food, having that forced into you daily wasn’t going to do him any favours, so Hisao strived to make sure his own food selection was balanced and had some decent nutritional value. The room was quiet with nothing but the soft chewing of Hisao’s mouth, enjoying his large meal. It was a nice change of pace to eat for himself, even if he was still eating an obscene amount like the hog he’d become. Moving onto a large bag of pretzels, he savoured the flavours in his mouth, actually having the time to taste something instead of having it forced down his throat was rather nice too. All the while, Hisao couldn’t exactly enjoy himself with all this.

Extra Credit with Shizune. The words rang in Hisao’s head over and over, Misha’s instruction to him before leaving the council room haunting him over and over. Hisao was getting pretty huge at this point, taking the crown as fattest kid in class from Taro, all thanks to Shizune’s watchful eye and calorie heavy regime. Hisao couldn’t remember the last time he had a proper meal, though he could remember eating two wedding cakes and 5000 yen worth of take out food. Even getting uniforms was becoming an issue, Hisao having to rely on Shizune to get his custom size in exchange for letting her feed him as many chocolate bars as she wanted. In his slow heavy waddling stride, Hisao fumbled into the girl’s dormitories, thankly Shizune’s room was on the ground floor. Stairs were currently proving Hisao’s biggest weakness, even a medium sized staircase enough to make him pant for air. Even with elevators it was rather awkward to share one with another person, lest Hisao crammed himself in the corner in an attempt to stop his grand belly from brushing against them. Standing outside of Shizune’s room, he took a deep breath before opening the door. Naturally, he was greeted by Shizune, though for once she wasn’t wearing her uniform. Clad in a more casual outfit, being a white vest and shorts, not to mention clearly not wearing a bra, the deaf/mute grinned as she gestured over to the table beside her, revealing what appeared to be a three course meal. Given how this was Shizune, it was a three course meal which would probably constitute as a buffet. [Uniform? Disappointing, I was hoping you’d dress more appropriately for our date] She signed, confusing Hisao. [What do you mea-] Hisao’s sign was cut off by Shizune slapping his hands aside, poking him in the gut sharply. [Less signing, more eating Doughboy! I cooked this by hand, so you better eat every last morsel!] Poking him until he sat down, Hisao waited until he needed to be prompted. [Use your hands, it’s faster that way] She added, getting a little frustrated with him.

What happened on the last thread that makes this a take two? I remember seeing a Katawa Shoujo thread pop up but then after a day or two it was replaced with this one.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My first published wg story. Based on the gut-wrenching story by Inio Asano. I had this idea when thinking of good girlfailure and maybe thinking of some drawing comission but opted to do some art myself, so I supposed I'd start with the créme de la créme when it comes to losers and did something I really haven't seen (and wish to see more of!): Oyasumi Punpun fetish content... it feels like an extra layer of sin. Anyhow, I hope you like it, i'm still working of the other parts of this story (2-3 more chapters), so stay tuned if this is your cup of tea. I'll appreciate any and all comments 😁 https://www.deviantart.com/kharnthefeeder/art/Oyasumi-Punpun-Altair-WG-BBW-Downgrade-Slob-1186475781

Dose anyone kept a copy of "Repaid in full" somewhere?

https://www.deviantart.com/sophiawrights/art/Finding-Shape-Lila-and-Lily-1253119203 Here’s my vanilla weight gain story

https://www.deviantart.com/debulbous/art/Ann-Extra-Juicy-Slice-1253819712 Shilling my first story.

https://www.deviantart.com/333blebleble333/art/My-300-Pound-Life-1305485157

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You should have called it wikifeedia, dumbass

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

https://www.deviantart.com/omega1535

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

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

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

>>10054 I enjoy the process of writing, plus practice makes perfect so it's never "wasted." But I've written myself into dead ends after 20, 50, 100k words and it does bum me out. Another topic: Like I said, my stuff is long and plot generally takes precedence over sexy stuff. I've tried to write straight-ahead fetish stories but it rarely works out. I am who I am lol. The point is that sometimes I feel pressure to include a certain amount of actual fetish material if it seems lacking. Like, it's been 3 pages... I should stick some fat in there.

I need advice on how to come up with plotlines that revolve more around character drama rather than purely fetish content.

Try going for the regular parts of life for content. For example: Say the plot of a story is that a female university student is on a scholarship for running but gets injured leading to weight gain. There are plenty of details that can be filled out for drama and content. Life is a constant and complex thing after all. Roommates or housemates are common and give opportunities for interaction, same with friends, classmates, rivals, family or the coach. These characters might at first bring gifts of food or offer assistance at first allowing the weight gain to start. But later could change to comments and concerns of about the main characters weight gain. Or supportive and wanting the main character to be happy if this new lifestyle does that for them. Which can lead to arguments between the main character and them or the supportive characters versus the those against weight gain. Eating is important for life and gaining so how does the main character do so: -Who are they eating with? By themself, with friends or classmates who, as stated above, can talk with the main character. This talk could be reminders to take it easy to heal, suggestions for things to do to pass the time while healing that the main character now has time to try, comments about weight or lifestyle changes. -What are they eating? Are they sticking to a meal or diet plan for their athletics that is no longer filling them up because of snacking? Or they feel like treating themself to desert for a change or new offer or encourage larger food portions. -Where are they eating? Relates to Who but are they eating alone in their room, at a cafeteria or food court at the university, or somewhere else. If somewhere else maybe they see something that interests them in a nearby store like more comfortable, and baggy or stretchy, clothes, video games, TV series and movies or even books or comics / manga. -When are they eating? If the main character usually eats with friends on the track team then being injured means they are no longer going to practice so their daily schedule is is different. This could lead the main character to eating at a different time and meeting new people who are supportive of being heavier. This could also lead to eating more as perhaps the main character would snack during practice and burn it off but now they are snacking and not exercising. Chores such as laundry or getting rid of garbage can lead to interactions with roommates or housemates. Classwork and projects as well though with friends and classmates. Does the main character have a job or end up getting one to support their growing eating habits. Have the main character join a club for a TV series or movies, gaming of some type or other form of entertainment. Also don't forget about events such as concerts, expos, and more that the main character could go to.

I crave a story of Vi from Arcane being a swollen and uncomfortably full 600lb hamlet, getting caressed and fed by caitlyn, and scolded whenever she passes gas short hair hamlet bitches are hawt, i need that yuri in my life alternatively, Caitlyn getting toyed by Vi and getting reasured of her sexyness where fat lesbians at

>>10071 The standard advice is "write what you know." Riff off situations that happened to you, or that you've observed, and same with the characters. With my own stuff (which is very character-driven), I have to be able to imagine the characters and the action clearly, like a movie in my head. Otherwise it feels flat and fake, plus the writing itself takes much more effort. When it works it's like the stuff writes itself.

God I wish more of these existed

May from more than meets the eye

>>9517 What?

>>8198 I don't know how well-known this story is but it's one of my all-time favorites: https://www.deviantart.com/beghostwriter/art/Mega-Meaty-Mimi-852112579

https://www.furaffinity.net/view/39921599/ / https://d.furaffinity.net/art/containsaforbiddenword/stories/1609434662/1609434662.containsaforbiddenword_pear_in_the_dead_mall_part_1_the_colossal_clerk.pdf (direct link) https://www.furaffinity.net/view/39934472/ / https://d.furaffinity.net/art/containsaforbiddenword/stories/1609519365/1609519365.containsaforbiddenword_pear_in_the_dead_mall_part_2_dinner_date.pdf (direct link)

>>9683 How about a fattening prison scenario with a prison that fattens up criminals to make them docile and harmless.

>>9683 hot spy femme fatale gets captured by the villian and fattened into immobility by his new device, reduced from fit comando to a several ton blob, then she gets rescued and has a special suit made than can compress all of her sweaty flab so she can continue to work in firld but it tends to mulfunction from time to often at time at the worst moment >The suit breaks down while you are sprinting though a hallway >The guards turn a corner to find a bloated mass of blubber completely blocking their path >just glares at them and tells them to get her out, quick

>>9719 >>9724 >>9729 On the kidnapping/prisoner tip, a psycho fetishist kidnaps and imprisons multiple young women. He gives them a choice: eat what I give you, get really fat and I'll set you free. Or refuse and die. Of course most of his victims take the first option, and so we meet a group of them who are at various stages of fattening. One gains to where she's starting to have serious issues and so the psycho sets her free — though some of the other women think he killed her anyway. It becomes a conflict between them. Our MC decides to go for it, asking for extra food and forcing herself to eat as much as possible. She gets so big she's on the verge of immobility and the psycho finally says congratualations, I'm setting you free. But then the psycho leads her to a room full of hyper-sized women on life support. There's subtle evidence of other women who've already died there. The psycho pushes her down onto a bed and hooks her up. Et, fin.

I love the idea of time travel or time paradox that involve weight or fattening up, can anyone come up a story based of the image

Just saw this on Twitter: https://x.com/RadioGenoa/status/1859603668317634815 And now I want to request a story about a fat female politician who gets called "fat" by somebody on social media and she fumes about it and tries to ruin their life. All the while acting like the fat, bloated hog that she actually is.

https://www.deviantart.com/cali93/art/Deal-With-The-Enemy-Chapter-1-630242031

https://www.deviantart.com/cali93/art/Deal-With-The-Enemy-Chapter-2-634638061

https://www.deviantart.com/cali93/art/Deal-With-The-Enemy-Chapter-3-634639109

https://www.deviantart.com/cali93/art/Deal-With-The-Enemy-Chapter-4-634813737

https://www.deviantart.com/cali93/art/Deal-With-The-Enemy-Chapter-5-634814621

Here’s a sad one https://www.furaffinity.net/view/45940353/ It’s part of an episodic series

>>5645 Could you copypaste it here?

https://www.deviantart.com/heyboi607/art/Useless-Fat-Blob-867591036

https://www.deviantart.com/stc9892/art/Mel-Lays-Down-SSBBW-XWG-866482839 This one's very good, as is this author's standard.

Does anyone have this sequence of images?