heres some stuff from dA https://www.deviantart.com/inflateman/art/COM-Tight-and-Breedable-1147878889 https://www.deviantart.com/jbonly/art/The-Chair-in-the-Corner-1152059292 https://www.deviantart.com/annaccount/art/Pumping-Herself-To-No-End-924655777 https://www.deviantart.com/skeletalbookeeper/art/Starlet-Swelling-1104286946 https://www.deviantart.com/lillyjadekatrin/art/Sweater-Balloons-1131331034

and some more

>>136109 Link and archive of previous thread please.

>>136159 the link to the previous thread is literally on that post

>>136203 How can we save >>27060?

>>136879 >we Retard.

>>136881 >he doesn't want to save content L.

https://www.deviantart.com/bloodton/gallery?q=total+drama An entire Total drama inflation series. Sadly unfinished

does anybody perhaps have the collection of the inflated egos stories/magazine by smut industries?

A Gurren Lagann Inflation Fetish story: https://www.deviantart.com/d-maximus/journal/Kiyohs-Inflated-Captivity-1156841011

>>136109 that rat's got some MOVES Also i wonder if anyone on this thread does requests out of boredom that would be pretty neat.

>>136109 A couple of my recent ones here: https://www.deviantart.com/joemonday/art/Balloon-Test-1160279918 > Pretty short one I made for fun; started as a sort of extended caption for a AI piece I generated and it kind of grew. Still really just a short fap piece but it's been getting kind of crazy popular in just a couple of days on DA so who am I to judge my own stuff? https://www.deviantart.com/joemonday/art/Megan-Discovers-Inflation-1138195558 > Longer one (that was intended as a real story from the start) that's also gotten a little popular. In case anybody is wondering (or cares) I don't and won't use AI in my writing. AI is just for generating images for fun and sometimes visualizing scenes to write about. I try to drop little blubs in alongside most of the images, though, so check 'em out if you like what comes out of my head.

This has to be one of my favorite stories, especially since it takes a unique take on bursting: https://www.deviantart.com/daman3/art/Bath-Bomb-Inflation-Bursting-967776270

yo, Limitburster just deleted their account from deviantart, did anyone save any of their stories?

https://www.deviantart.com/pop-palace/art/Reconstruction-101-905129421 https://www.deviantart.com/emperornorton5/art/When-the-Wind-Blows-125639905 https://www.deviantart.com/alexisraine/art/Lesballoon-or-Yurinflatable-949562332

Pie? Little Sister? “Amiee?! What are you doing here?” she said her heart still racing from her being scared. “What? Uff, I’m just visiting.” Amiee said a little in discomfort from the pie. “Well… whatever I don’t care.” Trisha said as she walked past her and into the kitchen. Amiee then heard a frustrated yelp. “Amiee! Where was the pie that was on the kitchen table!” Trisha yelled storming back into the living room. “Hmm… what did it look like? Uuuf…” Amiee groaned back. “Oh shut up you know exactly what it looked like! Did you freaking eat it?!” “Hmm lemme try to remember…” Amiee said with a small grin as she proceeded to rub her own stomach some more. That’s when Trisha spooted the pie tin next to her overfed sister “Ugh you did eat it! God why do you always do this?! It wasn’t your pie, it was for the party I’m going to tonight!” Trisha said in an estatic state. “Jesus calm down.” Amiee said annoyed. “I was hungry and you left it out. That’s not my fault, you should’ve hid it better or something.” “I should have hid it better?! Are you listening to yourself?! Why are you so selfish?” Trisha continued. “All you care about is yourself!” “Yeah yeah.” Amiee said moving her hand like a mouth, mocking Trisha. Amiee then let out a grunt as she pushed herself onto her feet and stretched. “I’m gonna take a nap, that pie was really heavy wow. Good luck on the next one and try not to make the crust so hard alright?” Amiee mumbled as she yawned and went into the guest room to take a nap. Trisha groaned to herself in frustration. “Why do I put up with this fat slob for?” “Please! Anyone! Feed me more! I need it! I have to I’m starving!” Amiee cried out through her bloated cheeks of food. Her belly was so big that it blocked her view of her thighs even. She was massive, yet she looked at all the food as if it physical pained her. And just at the second she awoke in a cold sweat. “Oh my god… that was crazy…” Amiee panted. “Wow no sweets before bedtime I guess.” She mumbled. However as she slipped over the side of the bed her stomach let out a growl. “Oh so maybe I’m just still hungry! Well I’m sure Trisha has made something good for me to snatch up hehe.” she said looking at the clock. Amiee burped again and groaned. “Ugh that was soooo good.” She mumbled. “I hope so you slob.” Came a voice behind her. Amiee drunkenly turned around and saw her sister Trisha in the hallway with a smug grin on her face. “I heard you talking in your sleep about eating so I thought I’d make you some more pie. But god look at you. Not so little anymore are you little sister?” Trisha said walking over to Amiee and sitting on the table. Trisha pushed her foot into Amiee’s stomach as her eyes looked at her bloated overfed sister. “Ooof, hey you’re just urp! Jealous.” Amiee said with a pie stained smile. “Jealous of how uuuuugh… curvy I am.” Amiee tried to move but still couldn’t. Her body wobbled dangerously as she poured over the chair she was sitting in. It looked like someone had put a hose in her and pumped her up to three hundred pounds of lard. “Curvy?! You’re a fucking blob!” Trisha said with an annoyed tone while she looked at Amiee’s dangerously large stomach. “There’s nothing curvy about you!” “Jeeeeellllooooussss.” Amiee hummed as she savored some of the pie on her lips. “What?! Fine you like being ‘curvy’? Let’s make you curvier!” Trisha said spinning around and snatching up a pie. Amiee looked a bit surprised at her sisters action, but looked at her with anticpation. “Go for it bitch! I’m starving!” Amiee bluffed. However she was interrupted as Trisha shoved a slice of pie into her mouth. “Oh I certainly hope so!” Trisha cried out forcing another slice in soon after the first. “What’s that?” Trisha asked. Amiee moaned as loud as she could as she chewed and swallowed. As the massive lump of pie traveled down inside her, her body pulsated and her head lurched forward a bit. “Ugh… ohhh…” Amiee mumbled feeling strange. She shook her head however and breathed in. “Please… you win. I’m begging you. I can’t take it anymore.” Amiee huffed out. “Please… you win. I’m begging you. I can’t take it anymore.” Amiee huffed out. “Well this is what you get for all what you do Amiee. Stop being such a brat. You need to finally learn to stop always thinking about yourself. All those times you’ve wronged me I’ve never said a thing, but I just had had enough. So I hope you learned your lesson.” Trisha said calmly. “What?! How dare you! All I learned is that you’re a vengeful bitch! You’re just the favorite child you whore! That’s all you are! I’m the best looking one! I deserve everything and you deserve nothing! You’re too weak to compare yourself to me! I can totally eat way more pies but you don’t have it in you! You don’t have it in you to feed your darling little sister that everyone loves until she explodes! Hahahaha!” Amiee laughed and her body wobbled like a bomb about to detonate. Nothing jiggled as it was too stretched and full, it just creaked dangerously. “I am?” Trisha said looking angrier. “Yes you are! Hahaha…OMFFF!” Amiee said as she felt something being shoved in her fat cheeks. She opened her eyes to see Trisha pushing an entire final pie into her mouth all at once. As she did, it was forced down Amiee’s throat into her mortally overstuffed stomach. Trisha backed away from Amiee and giggled as her sister squirmed in agony over the last part of pie. “Looks like someone had too much.” She said as she looked at Amiee. Amiee’s belly was a giant pink blob, and had now swelled even bigger and turned redder. Stretch marks lined her entire stomach as she pulsated like a heart. “No! What did you, ahhhh! Dooo!” Amiee’s cheeks inflated and deflated as she tried to soothe herself from the pain she was in. She felt her stomach crush the table in front of her body pumped larger. Her toes spread against the cool ground and danced between being clenched and spread with every pulse of her stomach. “I…can’t…hold…it…all!” Amiee screamed as the room filled with the noise of her skin being stretched to the maximum. She clenched her eyes tight as perspiration started to run down her red face. “I’m…too…fucking…BIG!!!” Amiee cried out. “AHHHHHH! TRIIIISHA!!!” she cried out in pain. A split second after she did she opened her mouth, but instead a massive “KABOOM!” was heard as the overfed little sister finally splattered like a massive messy bomb. Spreading chunks of multicolored pie all over the kitchen like an over filled gusher. “Pie? Little sister?”

>>137349 >, Limitburster just deleted their account from deviantart, did anyone save any of their stories? 1) WTF happened?! 2)Anyone did archive 100% of their works?

Any fart inflation and/or bursting story recommendations?

Expansion Fan just released a new comic, Wiccan Inc. does anyone have that?

Just posted a new story after a year. Tae Takemi attempts to carry out an experiment by herself and things go poorly (of course) https://www.deviantart.com/hrpondo/art/1176432729

>>137349 >>138851 There's an unofficial archive of limitburster's stuff here: https://stories.popping.center/stori/browsebyid/tagged/16/1 I think it's 100% complete, but don't quote me on that.

i wrote a cherry inflation story (so basically blueberry except red) with lots of stuffing / weight gain involved, its a persona 5 thing cut up into three parts, have a read if youre interested https://www.deviantart.com/hightimetodie/art/Panther-s-Cherry-Bomb-1-3-1182139508

Does anyone have Wiccan Inc.?

Been writing a series. I wanted to look into the aftermath of becoming a blueberry a bit and it ended up becoming something that built off blueberry inflation rather than centering around it. Let me know what you think! https://www.deviantart.com/nounotme/art/Vili-vs-The-Factory-Pt-1-Incident-1188099230 https://www.deviantart.com/nounotme/art/Vili-vs-The-Factory-Pt-2-Escape-1188836004

>>142397 How do you fuck up a first person story? They're an absolute slog with how boring and uninspired they are. Don't quit your day job if you think this is good

>>143241 I admit I don't like them, that's why I'm doing them over. Sorry!

https://www.deviantart.com/zumberge/art/Cup-of-Inflation-1190217795 https://www.deviantart.com/jbonly/art/Good-and-Evil-and-Cupcakes-1015993484 https://www.deviantart.com/jbonly/art/Static-Inflation-979990598

>>143241 Learn to write better constructive reviews. Don't quit your day job if you think this is good

https://www.deviantart.com/jbonly/art/A-Watery-Encounter-1159537863 https://www.deviantart.com/axletheeevee/art/RWBY-Puffs-and-Bloomphs-Lunar-Eclipse-1063949658 https://www.deviantart.com/zumberge/art/Hamelin-1108296358

>>142397 Hey guys, I'm finishing up a revised version of the first part of my story. Posting it here for y'all to completely tear it to shreds. (my only ask is that you be critical. Like don't just say it sucks ass, tell me why it sucks.) https://www.deviantart.com/stash/0ly7zebtos

>>144645 You said "tear it to shreds" so here goes, though apologies if these sound a bit too much like nitpicks: Your character is very self-righteous. That's great, definitely serves as a good set-up for her come-uppance once she swells up, but since the story's from her perspective, having this established in dialogue, especially so early on, feels clunky. I think it'd be more satisfying if we got her thoughts first, and those built up to her finally confronting your wonka stand-in verbally, that would be a great way of introducing tension to the story before the inflation even begins. If the whole point is that she shoots from the hip and has no filter, write something that addresses that fact, be it through audience reactions or narration. I don't mind being dropped into the action without any exposition, this is a factory tour story after all, so your audience is well and sure aware enough of the context to not need any. Even still, though, the details of the tour members are really vague. What size is the tour? What kind of people are they? What do they think about what's going on? Are they on your characters side or not? Your wonka is really confrontational, which is a bold choice for this characterization, but the lack of input between his dialogue and the other tour members makes it feel like he exists in a vacuum with your character, and makes what he says and how he acts harder to believe. I feel like you illustrate your character's hubris well, for their self-righteousness to lead to them blowing up as a "sacrifice" is satisfying come-uppance, but the way that the exchange between her and legarde is executed still feels a bit clunky. Find some way to have her back herself into a corner, use this as another opportunity to introduce tension into your story. The way you describe the inflation process is vague, it's painful and pleasurable at the same time, with not enough input from your character to really define the process. One moment its "painful but kinda good", the next moment its like "hell itself" (which is a tad melodramatic for me). Your character also comes to the conclusion that they're "becoming a blueberry" way too quickly, which is definitely a big cliche. Going back to the lack of characterization in your crowd, there's no dialogue between your character and the crowd, it's like they all dissappear. I went and read the second part, and that sure was a surprise, never read a berry girl story which ends in a berrygirl successfully deflating themselves and running away. This is now turning into a pulp mystery/thriller, and while I think that that's a cool direction, and I'm intrigued about what's coming next, nothing in the first two parts has really set anything up to make me think that you've got anything particularly interesting planned. If there's a big payoff coming, you need to set it up, and from what I've read so far, there's not much besides generic factory tour tropes. Overall, if this is the first story you've ever written, it's a good start, and I like your ambition, I just feel like it needs a bit more spice to make it interesting, and I need a better indictation of what your aim is. Is this a fetish story written by an inflatee, a fetish story written by an inflator, or a pulp mystery/thriller with erotic elements?

>>144905 Hey, thanks so much for the feedback! I'm not sure I can entirely pinpoint a genre, but I pretty much have in mind the direction I want the story to go. My aim for this series is largely to focus on the whole "Loss of humanity" aspect of becoming a blueberry, and how a person grapples with that fact. I don't know if the whole thing will turn out as fetish-y as things usually are, but this kink is certainly the starting point for this whole idea. When I finish up part 1, I plan on also rewriting part 2, and have that and the next part really take a good look at the ramifications of the MC's transformation.

https://www.deviantart.com/charlie-meadows/art/Maya-in-Underworld-1203823908 This work is a somewhat long-form fantasy story centered around themes of transformation, shrinking, and bodily alteration. The protagonist, Maya Schoppenboer (from Ongezellig), goes to college in the United States, but ends her own life and finds herself in the Underworld. There, the punishment for suicide is “transformation," the specifics of which are left entirely to the discretion of a transformation artist, the wily Lord of the Dead and his goony henchmen. In the Underworld, Maya encounters a variety of strange beings and involves herself in a full-bodily fashion in a bizarre and fateful trial. Depending on the reader's expectations and level of anger, the story may come to an unexpected conclusion. Clear every hurdle, and a happy ending might await for Maya after one final challenge. This story contains offensive language and graphic depictions of suicide, so be careful. The main fetish elements of this work include: transformation into an imp-like form (Midna-style), body horror depictions, embarrassment, wardrobe malfunctions, and the emphasis on the rapid inflation of specific body parts (especially the buttocks and thighs). What happens to Maya's pumped-up, jiggling butt would put most twerking hood rats to shame, but how can she enjoy it when she's only two-feet-tall?! The story aims to vividly depict the experience of having one's body transformed into something monstrous while remaining fully conscious and may not be to everyone's liking. Please note: the story is divided into five parts, the third—the central section —contains the most fetishistic content. The first half focuses on the events leading up to the transformation, while the latter half depicts life after the change. While the themes may differ from more conventional tastes, I hope that those with an interest in this kind of subject matter will enjoy the story.

anyone got stories with a banging ending? Need that shit messy and gory thanks

>>144645 And it's done! Give it a read! https://www.deviantart.com/nounotme/art/Vili-vs-The-Factory-Pt-1-RE-Incident-1206326061

>>145728 well that sucked.

Hey, I like this critique thing going on. What do people think of my catalogue of work? https://www.deviantart.com/bullfrog503

https://www.deviantart.com/purpzii/art/A-blue-and-comfy-life-912898819 https://www.deviantart.com/purpzii/art/A-blue-and-comfy-life-2-Complete-Control-914114745 https://www.deviantart.com/purpzii/art/Pool-Floats-929362043 https://www.deviantart.com/purpzii/art/Feeling-Blue-But-Happy-906617934 https://www.deviantart.com/windchildwhimsy/art/No-Half-Measures-906451234 i Got 5 of them here. (Also there on the more wholesome/enjoying inflation side of things)

https://www.deviantart.com/zumberge/art/Cup-of-Inflation-1190217795 https://www.deviantart.com/jbonly/art/Static-Inflation-979990598 https://www.deviantart.com/jbonly/art/A-Swell-Magic-Filled-Birthday-1184413734

bump

https://www.deviantart.com/theshadyattic/art/Puffed-Up-Product-Testing-CM-908950719 https://www.deviantart.com/jbonly/art/One-Piece-Balloons-of-Love-1192491214 https://www.deviantart.com/jbonly/art/Static-Inflation-979990598

https://www.deviantart.com/stash/0gxnra5iqb0 Got another draft if anyone wants to check it out. I feel like I struggle a lot with distinctly wording things, and it's starting to get to me. Advice would be greatly appreciated, but no pressure.

The Delicious Disaster Part 1: The Mystery Snack Liliana was a young woman with brown hair and big eyes, known for her shyness and love of the comfort of her home. Sitting on her couch one night in her pink pajama pants and a loose-fitting T-shirt, she opened a package of "Happiness Balls," a new snack she had ordered online. The advertisement promised an explosion of flavor and a "feeling of fullness." Liliana, naive, thought they meant simple satisfaction. She couldn't have been more wrong. She ate the first ball, and a wave of sweetness and warmth spread through her body. It was so delicious that she couldn't stop. She ate another, and then another, until she finished the entire package. The first sign that something was wrong was a slight bubbling in her stomach. She felt strangely... bloated. She felt her abdomen, which was no longer what it used to be. It was hard and bulging, and the fabric of her T-shirt was straining dangerously. Liliana: (In a panicked voice, on a phone call with her friend) "Clara, I don't know what's happening! I ate those balls and my belly... my belly is... MHMMPMPMPMHHMMM!...! Growing! I can barely sit down now! My pajama pants are... BUURRPPP!.... bursting!" A spasm shook her, and an incredibly loud burp escaped her lips, causing her friend on the other end of the line to fall silent. Liliana brought her hands to her mouth, her face red with embarrassment. Her belly, already enormous, swelled even further, creating folds of taut skin. Her pink pants gave way, ripping with a violent sound. Liliana: (Voice trembling, almost sobbing) "Clara, I'm really sorry!" I just can't... Nwooo! UUGHHH!... control it! Every time I... Gaaah!... burp, I get bigger! And my pants... my pants are gone! They're ripped to shreds! Clara, on the other end of the phone, was terrified. Liliana's voice was getting louder and louder, as if the distance was closing. The image of Liliana on her couch, her enormous belly hanging over her legs, was a scene of pure panic. Her once-discreet belly button was stretching, sticking out. Liliana: (With a groan of despair, holding her colossal abdomen with both hands) "Oh, no! I'm still growing! I don't fit on the couch anymore! I'm... MPAMFPSDFMPS!... too big for my house!" Part 2: The Giantess on the Hill Liliana's growth didn't stop. Her body swelled at an alarming rate, and each spasm in her abdomen caused her body to expand further. Her house, once her refuge, became a prison. Her phone screen looked ridiculously small in her hand. Liliana: (Screaming, her voice rattling the furniture) "Clara, I'm stuck! My head is... Uhghhghhghhhhh...! touching the ceiling! And my butt... my butt is bursting through the couch!" Another spasm shook her, and a monumental burp came from her mouth, a sound of sheer force that caused the windows of the house to shatter. Liliana's house couldn't take the pressure anymore. The roof, the walls, everything split, cracked, and crumbled around her. Liliana found herself outdoors, sitting on the rubble of what had been her home. Her pajama pants were gone, and her T-shirt was ripped halfway down her torso, revealing her gigantic, spherical belly. She was a giant, her body now larger than her home. She looked around, her eyes filled with wonder and fear. The moon shone brightly in the sky, and the night landscape was a canvas at her feet. She sat on what had been her home, her immense buttocks crunching against the foundation, feeling the earth tremble beneath her weight. The night breeze stirred her hair, and she felt incredibly small, despite her size. Liliana: (In a voice that sounded like thunder from miles away) "Julian... Mmmmm Bwwuuaarrpp... urp... ughhh...!... I can't... I can't stop! The burping won't stop and... and I keep growing!" Clara's laughter on the phone turned into a series of panicked sobs. Liliana was alone, a giant in the middle of the forest, with the moon as the only witness to her transformation. Her body continued to grow, and the feeling of fullness turned into one of immense pressure. Liliana: (With a groan, holding her belly with both hands) "Oh, my God! What did I do! This... Ooooh... I... oooooffff...!... is the worst moment of my life!" Part 3: The Colossal Sphere The night wore on, and Liliana's growth became more and more intense. The feeling of pressure on her body was overwhelming, and with each burp, her body rounded even more. Her arms and legs grew shorter, and her torso expanded until it became a near-perfect sphere. The world grew smaller around her. Liliana, the giant who once sat in her home, was now a colossal sphere floating in the air. Her pajama pants and T-shirt were gone, just a couple of shreds of fabric that barely covered her shoulders. Gravity seemed to have no effect on her, and her spherical body remained in the sky, like a new moon. She looked down at her hands, which were now the size of trees. She looked down at herself, a round, gigantic body, with her small face at its center. She no longer felt fear, but a strange sense of peace. She no longer apologized for the belches, which were now a sound of pure power, a roar that echoed through the valley. Liliana: (In a voice that sounded like distant thunder, talking to herself) "I guess this is what 'fullness' means. It's... it's crazy! But... huuurkkk!... I feel... I feel so full!" A final spasm shook her, and the belch was the biggest of all. The sound was so powerful that the mountains shook, and the trees fell to the ground. Liliana, now a giant, perfect sphere, let out one last moan of satisfaction. Her eyes, once filled with panic, now held a look of acceptance. She had become a delicious mess, a flesh moon in the night sky. Liliana: (In a whisper that seemed to whisper throughout the valley) "Oh, God! I guess... HICK...!... I can't blame anyone but myself! AHHAHHAAHAA!"

The Enchanted Sweet Part 1: The House of Surprises Violeta was a shy, artistic girl who preferred the tranquility of her cozy little house to the noisy city life. Her loose, somewhat messy lilac hair framed large, green eyes that often got lost in the pages of her books. Her days were spent painting, reading, and the warmth of her home, a small wooden cottage tucked away in the woods. One day, while looking for an old book, she found a small candy wrapped in shiny purple paper in an antique shop. The owner, an old man with kind eyes, told her it was a "candy that amplified inner happiness." Intrigued, Violeta bought it. That night, curled up on her couch with a cup of tea, she unwrapped the candy. It was the same shade as her hair. With a smile, she put it in her mouth. It was the most delicious flavor she'd ever tasted, a mix of berries and a hint of vanilla. But as she swallowed, she felt something unusual. A tingling spread through her stomach, followed by a warm, tight feeling in her belly that made her gasp. She felt her abdomen, which was no longer the same. It was hard and round, and her pajama pants were tightening with every passing second. Violet: (In a panicked voice, on a phone call with her friend) "Oscar! I don't know what's happening! I ate a purple candy and my belly... my belly is... MHMMPMPMPMHHMMM!...! Growing! I can hardly breathe!" A spasm shook her, and an incredibly loud burp escaped her lips, causing Oscar's voice on the other end of the line to stop. Violet brought her hands to her mouth, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Her pajama pants ripped, revealing her thighs, which were also expanding. Violet: (With a trembling voice, almost sobbing) "Oscar, I'm really sorry! I just can't... Nwooo! UUGHHH!... control it! Every time I... Gaaah!... burp, I get bigger! And my pants... my pants are gone! They're in pieces!" Oscar, on the other end of the phone, was terrified. Violet's voice was getting louder and louder, as if the distance was closing. Her immense thighs filled the space of the couch, and her abdomen was a sphere protruding from her body. Violet: (With a groan of despair, holding her colossal abdomen with both hands) "Oh, no! I'm still growing! I don't fit on the couch anymore! I'm... MPAMFPSDFMPS!... too big for my house!" Part 2: The Forest Giantess Violet's growth didn't stop. Her body swelled at an alarming rate, and each spasm in her abdomen caused her body to expand further. Her little house, once her refuge, became a prison. Violet: (Screaming, her voice rattling the furniture) "Oscar, I'm stuck! My head is... Uhghhghhghhhhh...! touching the ceiling! And my butt... my butt is bursting through the couch! I need... I need... BUURRPPP!... a bigger place!" Another spasm shook her, and a monumental burp came from her mouth, a sound of sheer force that caused the windows of the house to shatter. Violet's house couldn't bear the pressure any longer. The wooden walls broke with a crack, the roof opened, and the foundation crumbled around her. Violet found herself outdoors, sitting on the rubble of what had been her home. Her pajama pants were gone, and her T-shirt was ripped halfway down her torso, revealing her gigantic, spherical belly. She was a giant, her body now larger than her home. She looked around, her eyes filled with wonder and fear. The moon shone in the sky, and the night landscape was a canvas at her feet. She sat on what had been her home, her immense buttocks crunching on the foundation, feeling the earth tremble beneath her weight. The night breeze stirred her hair, and she felt incredibly small, despite her size. Violet: (In a voice that sounded like thunder from miles away) "Oscar, ... Mmmmm Bwwuuaarrpp... urp... ughhh...!... I can't... I can't stop! The burping won't stop and... and I keep growing!" Oscar's laughter on the phone turned into a series of panicked sobs. Violeta was alone, a giant in the middle of the forest, with the moon as the only witness to her transformation. Her body continued to grow, and the feeling of fullness turned into one of immense pressure. Violeta: (With a groan, holding her belly with both hands) "Oh, my God! What did I do! This... Ooooh... I... oooooffff...!... is the worst moment of my life!" Part 3: The Colossal Sphere The night wore on, and Violeta's growth became more and more intense. The feeling of pressure on her body was overwhelming, and with each burp, her body rounded even more. Her arms and legs grew shorter, and her torso expanded until it was a giant. She became an almost perfect sphere. The world grew smaller around her. Violet, the giant who had once sat in her house, was now a colossal sphere floating in the air. Her pajama pants and T-shirt were no more, only a couple of shreds of fabric that barely covered her shoulders. Gravity seemed to have no effect on her, and her spherical body remained in the sky, like a new moon. She looked down at her hands, which were now the size of trees. She looked down at herself, a round, gigantic body, with her small face at the center. She no longer felt fear, but a strange sense of peace. She no longer apologized for the belches, which were now a sound of pure power, a roar that echoed through the valley. Violet: (In a voice that sounded like distant thunder, talking to herself) "I guess this is what 'fullness' means. It's... it's crazy!" But... huuurkkk!... I feel... I feel so happy! A final spasm shook her, and the belch was the biggest of all. The sound was so powerful that the mountains shook, and the trees fell to the ground. Violet, now a giant, perfect sphere, let out one last moan of satisfaction. Her eyes, once filled with panic, now held a look of acceptance. She had become a delicious mess, a flesh moon in the night sky. Violet: (In a whisper that seemed to whisper throughout the valley) "Oh, God! I guess... HICK...!... the candy worked! AHHAHHAAHAA!"

The Vanity Pie Part 1: The Fat, Vain Stepmother In a luxurious mansion in suburban Connecticut lived a stepmother named Regina with her stepdaughter Clara. Regina was the personification of vanity. Obsessed with her beauty and image, she had married Clara's father for his fortune. With her red hair, deep red lips, and a polka-dotted dress that could barely contain her opulent curves, Regina saw herself as a living work of art. But her obsession with opulence had manifested itself in a... carnal way. Her once slender body had grown into a gigantic figure. Her breasts, hips, and thighs were of epic proportions, and although her red and white dress accentuated them, the weight of her own vanity and gluttony was evident. Instead of being ashamed of it, Regina saw it as a sign of her wealth. Regina: (In a haughty and arrogant voice, looking at her reflection in the kitchen oven) "Clara! Clara, you useless girl! Where are you? I need my beauty cake! And don't be long!" Clara, a young woman with brown hair and kind eyes, stepped out of the shadows. She was slender, hardworking, and subjugated by Regina's tyranny. Her father traveled constantly, leaving her at the mercy of her evil stepmother. Clara: (In a soft voice) "Here I am, stepmother. I already have all the ingredients ready." Regina: (Turning around, her immense hips and breasts swaying in an undulating motion) "Oh, Clara! How thin you are! You look like a worm! I don't like your insignificance! I, on the other hand, am a goddess of opulence! Look at my body! It is a testament to my power!" Regina admired herself in the kitchen reflection, her red lips curling into a self-satisfied smile. Regina: (With a discreet but audible belch) "MHMMMPMPMPMHHMMM! Uhm! But I need more! So much more! I want my beauty to be so great that no one can compare to me!" Regina had found a recipe for a "beauty cake" in an old book, which promised an "expansion of beauty" for anyone who ate it. She believed it was the key to becoming the greatest and most beautiful woman in the world. Part 2: The Daughter of Truth's Trap Clara, tired of her stepmother's cruelties, had decided to put an end to her tyranny. While mixing the cake batter, she secretly added an ingredient that opposed the "power of beauty": a truth potion. The potion, according to her mother's old spellbook, would amplify the inner qualities of the person who ingested it. In Regina's case, it would amplify her vanity, gluttony, and ego in ways that not even she could control. Clara: (To herself, while stirring the batter) "I hope this works. I hope the truth within her will make her see who she really is." When the cake was ready, Regina entered the kitchen, her immense figure almost filling the space. The smell of freshly baked cake filled the room, and her eyes fell upon it with unbridled greed. Regina: (With a throaty laugh, her immense breasts vibrating) "What a delicious aroma! How exquisite! This will be my beauty cake! My key to greatness! And you, worm, will serve it to me!" Regina took a gigantic slice of the cake and devoured it in one bite. Then, with a satisfied smile, she sat down on a chair that creaked under her weight. But instead of the feeling of beauty she expected, she felt a warmth in her belly, followed by a pressure. Regina: (With a grimace of disgust) "What is this! I feel like my stomach is going to... MPAMFPSDFMPS!... explode! What I feel isn't beauty!" A spasm shook her, and a thunderous belch left her mouth, causing the kitchen lamps to shake. With each belch, Regina's body expanded. Her already enormous breasts swelled even further, her hips and thighs widened, and her belly stretched in a way that made her look grotesque. Her polka-dotted dress, already on the verge of breaking, began to tear at the seams. Regina: (Screaming in panic) "Clara! What did you do?" I'm getting... Uhghhghhghhhhh...! Fatter than I already am! And my breasts... my breasts are going to explode! Part 3: The Vanity Explosion Regina's growth was uncontrollable. The beauty cake, mixed with the truth potion, was magnifying every inch of her. Her body, already a monument to gluttony, became an ever-expanding abomination of flesh. Her panicked screams were drowned out by massive belches, each one making her bigger. Regina: (Crying and screaming, her voice hoarse from exertion) "No! Please! I didn't want this! I just wanted to be the most... BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO beautiful! Look at my hips! They're the size of a car! And my breasts!" They're... Mmmmm Bwwuuaarrpp... urp... ughhh...!... the size of a planet! His bloated body didn't fit in the kitchen. The walls were the roof cracked, and Regina found herself outdoors, her colossal figure filling the courtyard of her mansion. Her polka-dot dress was in tatters, and her body was a mass of flesh expanding uncontrollably. Her once vain face was now distorted by panic. Regina: (With hysterical laughter and a belch that shook the ground) "Clara! You did this to me! Damn you! I'm going to... huuurkkk!... make you pay!" But she couldn't finish the sentence. The pressure on her body was too much. Her body, already at the limit of its elasticity, began to emit a tearing sound. Her face contorted in a final scream of terror and despair. Regina: (In a hoarse, cracking voice) "No! I don't want to... Ooooh... I... oooooffff...!... explode!" I want to be... HICK...!... the greatest! AHHAHHHAHAA! But it was too late. Regina's final belch was a prolonged, agonized bellow, a mixture of terror and madness as her skin was stretched beyond any conceivable limit. A guttural crunch echoed, followed by a final tearing, and a high-pitched hiss as the internal pressure reached its climax. With a thunderous KABOOOOOOOM!, Regina Vance's body exploded in a cloud of sticky-sweet steam, shreds of her designer clothes, and a trail of final humiliation. In its place was a smoking crater and a sticky mess of sweet dough in the center of the garden. Clara, safe inside the mansion, remained silent. She had seen her stepmother achieve what she so desperately desired: to be the greatest. But in the end, her vanity was her own destruction. The beauty cake hadn't given her beauty, but rather an explosive ending. The "truth candy" had done its job.

The Giant Heart Festival Part 1: Festival Night Elena was a teenager with a heart of gold, but with a body that made her feel like she lived in a world designed for smaller people. Her long, dark hair framed a sweet face, with large, expressive eyes that often hid behind a curtain of shyness. Her figure, however, was of epic proportions. Her thighs, hips, and stomach were of a magnitude that made her hesitate with every step she took. Her shyness and natural clumsiness were magnified by their size, and every movement was an act of conscience, for fear of colliding with something... or someone. Despite this, her heart was as big as her body, and her smile, though rare, was a beautiful sight. That night, she had gone to the summer festival with her best friend, Alex, a tall, slender boy with tousled blond hair and a smile that made her feel a little less alone in the world. Alex was the only person who saw beyond her size. Alex: (With a smile on her face) "Come on, Elena! Look, there's a cotton candy stand! And the music sounds great!" Elena: (With a soft voice, her eyes looking around apprehensively) "I don't know, Alex... it's really crowded. I don't want... I don't want to squash anyone." Her pink polka-dotted dress, which was meant to be elegant, struggled to contain her figure. Her low-heeled sandals, an attempt at femininity, sank into the festival dirt with every step. Alex: (Gently taking her hand) "Relax, Elena. I'm here. You're not going to squash anyone. And if you do, I'll help you up." (Laughs) Elena: (Face flushed, her vast body twitching in embarrassment) "Alex! Don't say things like that! I'm really sorry!" I'm so... so clumsy! Alex wasn't laughing at her, but with her. He loved her just the way she was, and his words made her feel a little more secure. But Elena's insecurity was a part of her, and it was as big as her size. As they walked, the scent of popcorn, churros, and sugar invaded her senses. The music of a local band played in the background, and people were laughing and dancing. Elena, however, was a wreck of nerves. Elena: (In a voice full of anxiety, her big eyes darting from side to side) "Alex, watch out! There's a kid! Oh no! An old person! And there's a line for the Ferris wheel! My butt... my butt is so wide I can't fit through!" Alex: (Patiently) "Calm down, Elena. We'll go right through here. No problem." But a small stumble, a tiny rock in her path, was enough to unleash disaster. Elena, with her weight and clumsiness, lost her balance. Her immense hips and thighs wobbled, and in her attempt to stay steady, she grabbed for whatever she could find. Elena: (With a strangled scream) "AHHH! Alex! I'M FALLING! I'M FALLING!" Part 2: The Crushing Disaster The fall was catastrophic. Elena staggered forward, her immense breasts and belly crashing into the air. In desperation, she grabbed for Alex, who was no match for her weight. He flew through the air, and with a scream of panic, she fell on top of him. Elena's fall was like an earthquake. The ground shook, and the festival stopped for an instant. Her massive body landed on top of Alex, her vast buttocks and thighs crushing him completely. Elena: (In a horrified voice, her body shaking) "ALEX! OH MY GOD, ALEX! I'M SORRY! I'M SO SORRY! REALLY! I'M... I'M ON TOP OF YOU! AND I'M... I'M SO HEAVY! BUURRPPP!!!" A panicked, immensely loud burp escaped her mouth, and her cheeks turned red with embarrassment. The people around her fell silent, staring at her in a mixture of horror and astonishment. Elena: (Voice shaking, almost crying) "I can't... I can't move! My legs are over yours! And my butt... my butt is... Gaaah!... squashing you! Oh, no! Hear me! Answer me! Please!" Alex, to her relief, answered. Alex: (With a muffled voice, beneath her vast body) "I'm... uhm... I'm fine, Elena. Just... just a little out of breath. And your butt... it's... it's bigger than I thought." (Laughs, a little) Elena: (With a sob, feeling like the worst person in the world) "Alex! Don't laugh! It's not funny! I'm killing you! Don't move! I'm so sorry! Really!" People moved closer, murmuring to each other. Elena tried to stand, but her body was so large that every movement was an effort. Her clumsiness betrayed her again, and she only managed to wobble a little, causing the weight on Alex to shift from side to side. Alex: (Her voice even more muffled, but with a smile on her face) "Calm down, Elena. You're not killing me. You're... you're cuddling me." And it's... it's a little... MHMMPMPMPMHHMMM!.... comfortable! How embarrassing, sorry! Hahaha! Alex's burp made her laugh a little, despite her panic. She realized she wasn't alone in her disaster. Part 3: The Giant Romantic Kiss With the help of the crowd, Alex was able to free himself from Elena's giant hug. Although he was a little bruised, he was smiling. Alex: (With a smile) "I knew it! I knew it! Your butt is the biggest in the world!" Elena: (With her face red with embarrassment) "Alex! I'm really sorry! I was so... so clumsy!" Alex: (Approaches her and hugs her) "Calm down, Elena. You don't have to apologize. I like your size, I like your clumsiness, and I like your heart. And I like your butt. And your panicky burp." Elena was shocked. Alex's words filled her with a warmth that overcame her fear. Alex: (Looking into her eyes, with a genuine smile) "I've been in love with you since the first moment I saw you. And your size... your size only makes me love you more." Elena's heart was beating a mile a minute. Her eyes filled with tears, but this time, not from sadness or embarrassment, but from happiness. Elena: (With a stifled sob) "Alex! I... I love you too!" And in that moment, with the moon shining over the festival, and the people around them cheering them on, Elena and Alex kissed. The kiss was shy, tender, and romantic, and in that moment, Elena felt like the most beautiful and powerful woman in the world, no matter her size. The kiss lingered, and she forgot her weight, her clumsiness, everything. She lost herself in the kiss. Alex: (Parting his lips from hers) "Wow! That was... huuurkkk!... incredible!" Elena: (With a shy laugh and a small but happy burp) "Oh, God! I'm sorry!" But I'm so happy that... HIC...! AHHAHHAHAHAA! The romantic end of the night spread throughout the festival, with people clapping and laughing with them. Elena, for the first time in her life, wasn't ashamed of herself. She had become the giantess of the heart, and had found her prince. And at a summer festival, under the moon, their love story had begun.

The Office Disaster Part 1: The Secret Diet A young woman named Carolina worked in a downtown accounting office. She was known for her efficiency, her kindness, and, most recently, for her... sudden and exaggerated weight gain. Her once slender body had transformed into a figure of colossal proportions. Her hips were so massive that her business skirts struggled to contain them, her stomach was a taut sphere, and her breasts, once modest, were now a towering mass that threatened to burst through her shirt buttons. The cause of this change was a new "growth pill" diet. A new miracle product she had found in an internet advertisement. It was supposed to make her "bigger in every way," giving her confidence and a more commanding presence at work. Naively, she had believed this referred to her intellect, not her body. And the side effect—an insatiable hunger and a tendency to burp—was something she struggled to control. That morning, Carolina had woken up feeling bigger than ever. Her once-well-fitting business suit was now a battlefield. Her skirt had ripped in the back, her shirt wouldn't close, and her pants had given way to her massive hips. Carolina: (In a panicked voice, on a phone call with her friend) "Julia! I don't know what's happening! Every time I take one of those pills, my body... my body expands! I can't... I can't fit into my clothes! And my stomach keeps... BUURRPPP!... making noises!" A loud burp escaped her lips, causing Julia on the other end of the line to fall silent. Carolina: (Her face red with embarrassment) "Julia, I'm really sorry! I just can't control it!" And my boss... my boss is going to see me! He's going to realize that... that I'm a... MHMMPMPMPMHHMMM!... fat girl! Julia, however, was worried. Carolina's growth didn't seem to stop, and her friend was becoming a gigantic figure. Julia: (In a panicked voice) "Carolina, you have to stop eating those pills! You're... Gaaah!... you're swelling up like a balloon! And your voice... your voice is getting deeper and deeper!" But Carolina, in her naiveté and her desperation to fit in, had become addicted to the pills. The feeling of being "big" was intoxicating, even though body shame tormented her. Part 2: The Hallway Disaster That morning, Carolina, wearing a torn business suit and her immensely swollen body, tried to get to her office. Every step was an effort. Her immense hips rubbed against each other, her thighs rubbed together, and her belly hung over the waistband of her skirt. The office hallways, once wide, now seemed narrow. Carolina: (To herself, panting) "I'm almost... almost there! If I can just sit at my desk, no one will see me! And then... then I can... Nwooo! UUGHHH...!... take another pill!" A panicked, immensely loud burp escaped her mouth, causing the ceiling lights to vibrate. Her belly swelled slightly further, creating a painful pressure. Her skirt, already ripped, split in two, and her pants fell open. Carolina: (With a strangled gasp) "Oh, no! My clothes! And my... my butt! It feels... it feels huge!" She tried to maintain her balance, but her vast body betrayed her. Her enormous thighs wobbled, her immense hips collided, and with a cry of despair, she fell sideways, her colossal body impacting the floor with a loud crash. Carolina: (In a horrified voice, her body trembling) "STOP! Don't look at me! I'm... I'm a... a fat girl! I'm... I'm stuck!" People came out of their offices, staring with a mixture of astonishment and disgust. The scene was grotesque. Carolina's body, immense and round, took up almost the entire width of the hallway. Her swollen belly hung over her hips, and her gigantic breasts spilled over her shirt. Carolina: (Her face red with embarrassment, her vast body shaking with despair) "No! Don't look at me! I'm really sorry! I just can't... Ooooh... I... oooooffff...!... get up!" A spasm shook her, and a loud burp left her mouth, a sound of pure force that made the office walls shake. Carolina's body swelled slightly more, and the seams of her shirt completely disintegrated. Carolina: (Screaming in panic) "The burp... the burp is making me bigger! I can't stop! My body... my body is a... a balloon!" Part 3: The Explosive Ending Carolina's growth didn't stop. The burp became a constant, a loud roar that echoed throughout the office. Her already gigantic body was expanding endlessly. The hallway became smaller, and the office walls began to collapse. crack. People ran, panicking, but Carolina, in her ecstasy and desperation, didn't notice them. Carolina: (With a broken, tearful voice) "Julia! Julia! Don't look at me! I don't want you to see... to see this! My body... my body is going to... Uhghhghhghhhhh...!... explode!" Carolina's belch was a prolonged, agonizing bellow, a mixture of terror and madness. Her skin, which had stretched beyond belief, began to crack. Her belly, already a gigantic sphere, swelled even further. Her face contorted in a final scream of terror. Carolina: (With hysterical laughter and a final scream of pain) "I don't want to... HICK...!... explode! I want to be... Aahhaaahahaa!... the biggest!" With a KABOOOOOOOM! With a thunderous crash, Carolina's body exploded in a cloud of sticky dust and a trail of final humiliation. In its place was a smoking crater in the hallway and a mess of sticky goo on the floor. The office fell silent. The "growth pill diet" had done its work. It had turned an office girl into a sticky, exploding mess.

The Violet Transformation Part 1: The Mysterious Cake Valentina was a free-spirited young woman with an infectious laugh, with long, distinctive purple hair that reflected her vibrant personality. Unlike other girls, she always embraced the unusual and the magical. One night, at a college party, a friend offered her a slice of a cake that she claimed was "a new kind of blueberry." Valentina, always willing to try new things, gladly accepted. The cake was delicious, but after a few minutes, Valentina felt a strange bubbling in her stomach and a bloated feeling that wasn't just from overeating. She looked down at her hands and arms, which seemed bigger. Her belly, already prominent, swelled like a balloon, straining her T-shirt and pants to the limit. Valentina: (With a mixture of panic and astonishment, on a phone call with her friend) "Sofia! I don't know what's going on!" I ate the cake and my belly... my belly is... MHMMPMPMPMHHMMM!...! Growing! I can barely breathe! A loud, immensely powerful burp escaped her lips, and her cheeks turned red with embarrassment. The people around her stared at her with a mixture of curiosity and amazement. Valentina: (Voice shaking, almost sobbing) "Sofia, I'm really sorry! I just can't... Nwooo! UUGHHH!... control it! Every time I... Gaaah!... burp, I get bigger!" Valentina's friend, a slender blonde, remained silent on the other end of the phone. In the background of the party, a blonde in a red dress and a brunette in a pink dress watched the protagonist, a blonde-haired woman, in a similar state, her round, blueish body, like a giant blueberry. The scene was chaotic, and Valentina felt trapped in a mess she didn't understand. Valentina: (With a groan of despair, holding her colossal abdomen with both hands) "Oh, no! I'm still growing! I don't fit on the couch anymore! I'm... MPAMFPSDFMPS!... too big for the party!" Part 2: The Mountain Giantess Valentina's growth didn't stop. Her body swelled at an alarming rate, and each spasm in her abdomen caused her body to expand further. Her terrified friends left her alone in the party room, which was now a prison. The house, which had once seemed large, became smaller around her. Valentina: (Screaming, her voice rattling the furniture) "Sofia, I'm stuck! My head is... Uhghhghhghhhhh...! touching the ceiling! And my butt... my butt is bursting through the couch!" I need... I need... BUURRPPP!.... a bigger place! Another spasm shook her, and a monumental belch escaped her mouth, a sound of sheer force that caused the house's windows to shatter. The house couldn't bear the pressure any longer. The roof, the walls, everything split, cracked, and crumbled around her. Valentina found herself outdoors, sitting on the rubble of what had been her friend's house. Her dress was gone, and her body was a gigantic mass of flesh, her hips and belly of epic proportions. She sat on what had been a small cottage, her immense buttocks crunching the foundation, feeling the earth tremble beneath her weight. The moon shone in the sky, and the night landscape was a canvas at her feet. She felt incredibly small, despite her size. Valentina: (In a voice that sounded like thunder from miles away) "Sofia, ... Mmmmm Bwwuuaarrpp... urp... ughhh...!... I can't... I can't stop! The burp won't stop and... and I keep growing!" Sofia's laughter on the phone turned into a series of panicked sobs. Valentina was alone, a giant in the middle of the forest, with the moon as the only witness to her transformation. Her body continued to grow, and the feeling of fullness turned into one of immense pressure. Valentina: (With a groan, holding her belly with both hands) "Oh my God! What did I do! This... Ooooh... I... oooooffff...!... is the worst moment of my life!" Part 3: The Violet Sphere The night wore on, and Valentina's growth became more and more intense. The feeling of pressure on her body was overwhelming, and with each burp, her body rounded even more. Her arms and legs grew shorter, and her torso expanded into a near-perfect sphere. The world grew smaller around her. Valentina, the giant who had once sat in her house, was now a colossal sphere floating in the air. Her pajama pants and T-shirt were no more, only a couple of shreds of fabric that barely covered her shoulders. Gravity seemed to have no effect on her, and her spherical body remained in the sky, like a new moon. She looked down at her hands, which were now the size of trees. She looked down at herself, a round, gigantic body, with her small face at the center. She no longer felt fear. but a strange sense of peace. She no longer apologized for the belches, which were now a sound of pure power, a bellow that echoed through the valley. Valentina: (In a voice that sounded like distant thunder, speaking to herself) "I guess this is what 'fullness' means. It's... it's crazy! But... huuurkkk!... I feel... I feel so happy!" A final spasm shook her, and the belch was the biggest of all. The sound was so powerful that the mountains shook, and the trees fell to the ground. Valentina, now a giant, perfect sphere, let out one last moan of satisfaction. Her eyes, once filled with panic, now held a look of acceptance. She had become a delicious mess, a flesh moon in the night sky. Valentina: (In a whisper that seemed to whisper throughout the valley) "Oh, God!" I guess... HICK...!... the cake worked! AHHAHHAAHAA!

>>150375 >>150380 >>150381 Ok, so the main problem with all of these is that you write like it's stage direction. don't do that. that's not how most writers write. if you want to get across how a character feels, or looks, or what they do, you can do that with actual descriptive language. show, don't tell, is the fundamental part of creative writing. It just feels like your stories are telling us what's happening, not actually showing it.

The Purple Fury Part 1: The Night of Infinite Happiness Sandra was a woman with a kind heart and a figure that was already of considerable proportions, but she loved life, especially summer festivals. Her hair was long and blonde, and her eyes shone with contagious joy. That night, at a beach festival, she was wearing a T-shirt that barely contained her vast bust and shorts that disappeared below her immense hips. She was holding a handful of balloons, and her smile was as big as her belly. She was walking along the beach, laughing and chatting with her boyfriend, Leo, a boy with brown hair and kind eyes who looked at her with genuine adoration. Leo: (With a smile on his face) "Look, Sandra! That food stand! They say they have 'the snack of infinite happiness'!" Sandra: (With a laugh that made her body tremble) "Oh, Leo, how silly you are! Infinite happiness can't be bought at a food stand! But it sure sounds delicious!" A mysterious-looking old vendor, wearing a straw hat and an enigmatic smile, offered them a sample. It was a small, shiny purple ball with an intoxicating aroma. Vendor: (In a raspy voice) "Try it, girl. It promises infinite happiness. And it's free." Sandra, always trusting, ate it in one bite. It was the most delicious flavor she had ever tasted, and a wave of warmth and joy spread through her body. She felt incredible, as if she were floating. Her already large body began to expand. Her vast hips widened a little more, her belly became a little rounder. But, to her surprise, she didn't feel fear, but immense happiness, hence her smile. Sandra: (With a laugh that echoed throughout the festival, her voice filled with joy) "Leo! How... how incredible! I feel so good! And I feel like I'm... BUURRPPP!... growing! But I don't mind! How happy I am!" Sandra's burp was loud, but she wasn't embarrassed. Her body continued to grow, her balloons popped, and her figure became even more imposing in the crowd. Her blonde hair slowly turned a shade of purple, as if reacting to the candy's energy. Leo: (With a mixture of amazement and concern) "Sandra! Your hair! And your body! It's... MHMMPMPMPMHHMMM!... inflating! Are you okay?" Sandra: (With a laugh of pure joy) "I've never felt better, Leo! I feel so... so huge! Aahhaaahahaa!" Part 2: The Purple Giantess The candy's endless happiness turned into endless growth. Sandra, already large, became a giant. The festival below her looked like a diorama. Her legs, thighs, and hips became colossal masses, and her belly was a gigantic sphere. People ran around in panic, but she, in her ecstasy, didn't notice them. Sandra: (Screaming with joy, her voice echoing across the beach) "Look, Leo! I'm... MPAMFPSDFMPS!... a giant! The world is so small! Isn't it incredible!" Her body continued to expand, the feeling of happiness grew more intense, and her body grew larger. The sun was setting, and the sky turned a shade of purple, reflecting her new hair color. Her body continued to expand, her belly and hips were of a magnitude that made buildings look like toys. Leo: (In a panicked voice, on the phone) "Sandra! Your house! You're... you're sitting on it! You're crushing the roof!" Sandra looked down and saw herself sitting on a small cottage, which looked like a doll beneath her vast frame. Her purple hair moved in the breeze, and her immense hips and thighs spilled over the walls. But the ecstasy of the sweet treat still kept her in a state of euphoria. Sandra: (Laughing, in a voice like thunder) "Oh, God! I'm sorry! I didn't see it! But... Ooooh... I... oooooffff...!... it's fun! Look at me, Leo! I'm the queen of the world!" Part 3: The Explosive Ending But the "infinite happiness" came at a price. As her body grew, the internal pressure increased. The ecstasy faded, replaced by excruciating pain. Her body, which had become a sphere, looked like a purple moon in the night sky. Her arms and legs had retracted, and her body was a mass of flesh that was endlessly expanding. Sandra: (Screaming in panic and pain, her voice a bellow of despair) "Leo! This isn't happiness! It's... it's pain! I feel like I'm going to... Uhghhghhghhhhh...!... explode! I can't... I can't stop!" Sandra's burp was the loudest of all, a sound of sheer force that shook the earth. The sky clouded over, and the pressure on her body became overwhelming. Tears spilled from her eyes, and her body turned a darker shade of purple. Sandra: (Voice breaking, almost sobbing) "Leo! I love you! I'm really sorry!" Please... huuurkkk!... forgive me! For being so... Nwooo! UUGHHH...!... stupid! Sandra's final belch was a prolonged, agonizing bellow, a mixture of terror and madness. Her skin, which had been stretched beyond belief, began to crack. Sandra: (With hysterical laughter and a final scream of pain) "I don't want... HIC...!... for it to be the end! I want... Aahhaaahahaa!... more happiness!" With a thunderous KABOOOOOOOM!, Sandra's body exploded in a cloud of purple dust and a shower of glitter. Her laughter and scream of terror mingled into a final sound that echoed across the beach. The crater it left behind was a reminder that endless happiness sometimes comes at a price, and in Sandra's case, it was an explosive one.

>>150387 If I can be completely honest here: 1. Using AI as a thumbnail is kinda cringe. I know it's the writing that matters, but AI images always leave a bad taste in my mouth. They also say a lot about the poster as well. 2. You need to be more descriptive if you want to write something good. Your stuff is way too short and it really falls flat as a result. I also agree with the other guy, show, don't tell is a very valuable skill in many regards. 3. This one is a personal nitpick, but you don't suppose you can post it to like DA or smthn and then post the link here? I get that this is the writing thread, but it really sucks to look for things with super large walls of text flooding the page.

>>150387 >Sandra: (With a laugh that made her body tremble) "Oh, Leo, how silly you are! Infinite happiness can't be bought at a food stand! But it sure sounds delicious!" Why is the dialogue written like it was copypasted from a chatroom? I can't beat my meat to this shit.

Almost done with the latest chapter of my story. Thought it wouldn't hurt to run it by y'all one more time. Does it suck? Let me know why! I always appreciate any critical feedback! https://www.deviantart.com/stash/016ixnkt4srb

>>150389 brother i think the entire text is Ai, not just the thumbnails lol get this shit out of the thread

>>150409 >i think the entire text is Ai I wouldn't be surprised if that were the case. But, it's just dawned onto me that he could've saved a ton of post space by posting all of his shit as .txt files or, hell, a single .txt file. I've been using Wordpad to save my stuff as plain text documents and it only takes a couple clicks, as well as some reformatting after saving.

https://www.deviantart.com/nounotme/art/Vili-vs-The-Factory-Part-2-Egress-1226451282 It's out. Tell me what y'all think of it

https://www.deviantart.com/malevolentmaeve/art/First-Times-1148559356 https://www.deviantart.com/ceoofinflation/art/Overblown-Goddess-of-Light-Paluoontena-1031509895 https://www.deviantart.com/lillyjadekatrin/art/Mini-Floating-Along-1221376336

Does anyone have good stories where a slime girl or sentient slime forces themself inside an unwilling victim? I find stories like these very hard to come by.

https://www.deviantart.com/drinkapus/art/Guild-of-Balloonsmiths-1232458056 https://www.deviantart.com/ceoofinflation/art/Overblown-Goddess-of-Light-Paluoontena-1031509895 https://www.deviantart.com/ceoofinflation/art/Kneesocks-Unholy-Blowout-1218146445

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>>151171 Only good one I can think of from the top of my head. Has a sequel too. https://www.deviantart.com/plasticextreme/art/The-Slime-Invasion-836983582

Any recommendations for writers or stories with good, detailed transformation descriptions? Even before ai, a lot of them had kinda stale patterns/tropes; 'she looked like she was 9 months pregnant with triplets' and size comparisons to different kinds of balls, stuff like that. My only stipulation besides the obvious good writing/spelling/punctuation/etc is no fanfic stuff besides wonka. Even that can be distracting sometimes.

https://www.deviantart.com/jeeperycreep/art/COMM-Overfilled-Party-Favors-Uber-Inflation-997764572 https://www.deviantart.com/eyebeast/art/Patreon-Prompt-924-1242352766 https://www.deviantart.com/jbonly/art/Tutelage-1101260643

wrote a persona 5 weight gain story that deviantart removed so its on ao3 instead, all feedback welcome https://archiveofourown.org/works/73462721

https://www.deviantart.com/bruhfunny1234/art/Blueberry-Dreemurr-Delight-BB-sex-1215390645 BB story i wrote for juicy july. 8k words of sans fuckin the hell out of a big juicy toriel

Has anyone had luck using AI software to re-write inflation stories? I see a lot of nice full-body inflation stories out on DA, but I only like breast inflation. Been experimenting with free websites but they usually restrict either the 18+ subject matter, word count, or sometimes both. Any help would be appreciated.

Wrote another thingy. Certainly a deviation from the norm, but you be the judge on how good it is. I certainly put a lot of effort into it, that's for sure. https://www.deviantart.com/nounotme/art/Vili-vs-The-Factory-Pt-3-Perception-1260181263

The invitation came in a gold envelope that smelled faintly of hops and cocoa butter. Madison Beer thought it was a brand deal. She posted a mirror selfie holding the envelope to her chest (cleavage on full display, caption: “someone wants to put me in chocolate? name a better collab”). Twenty-four hours later a matte-black Rolls was waiting outside her house. She wore a tiny white crop top that barely contained her already-legendary assets, low-rise leather pants, and a smug little smile. Famous last smile. The factory doors sealed behind her with a sound like a bank vault. Miss Wonka waited beneath a single red spotlight, top hat tilted, violet velvet coat brushing the floor. “Madison Beer,” she said, tasting the name like fine wine. “Today we bottle perfection.” Madison rolled her eyes. “Cute. Where’s the contract and the ring light?” There was no contract. The Oompa-Loompas came out of the dark like a silent tide. Ten of them. Twenty. They moved too fast for screaming. Titanium cuffs snapped around her wrists and ankles. A collar locked her neck back at a cruel angle, mouth forced open by a cold steel ring gag. Her phone clattered to the floor and shattered. She found her voice then. “GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF ME! DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM? I’LL HAVE YOU ALL ARRESTED—” The keg descended. Two hundred and fifty tons. Eighty feet tall. Five hundred and twenty thousand gallons of 10% imperial stout, specially brewed to be thick, creamy, and absolutely unforgiving. The word BEER was carved across it in letters of molten gold. Two hoses dropped from the ceiling on articulated arms. One matte black. One surgical steel. Both thicker than her forearm. The black hose took her mouth first. It punched past the gag, seated itself deep in her throat, and sealed with a hydraulic hiss. Madison’s eyes went saucer-wide. She tried to bite down (couldn’t). Tried to scream (only gurgled). The steel hose found her from behind. Leather pants shredded like tissue. Cold metal pressed, pushed, and forced its way inside with a wet, invasive pop that made her entire body seize. Both pumps engaged at once. The surge was apocalyptic. Beer exploded into her mouth and her ass simultaneously (two firehoses meeting in the middle of her body). She felt it collide inside her stomach like twin tidal waves. Her eyes rolled back. Her brain shorted out into pure, animal panic. I’m going to die. This is how I die. They’re drowning me in beer from both ends. Her belly detonated outward first, skin stretching glossy and drum-tight. But the real horror started in her chest. Madison had always been famous for her breasts (natural, gravity-defying, the kind that broke the internet in a bikini). Now they betrayed her completely. The stout found them like heat-seeking missiles. She felt the pressure build under each implant-free orb (felt the skin pull, felt the weight triple, quadruple, tenfold). Her crop top disintegrated in one violent rip. The bra beneath never stood a chance. Her breasts surged forward and outward into two perfect, independent spheres, growing faster than the rest of her. Fifty gallons. Five hundred. A thousand. They rounded, lifted, then sagged heavily with liquid weight until they were each the size of weather balloons, then medicine balls, then compact cars (shiny, bronze, veined faintly with blue beneath the surface, sloshing with every heartbeat). Her nipples (once dainty pink) darkened and widened, stretched to the size of saucers, leaking tiny rivulets of foam that ran down the curves like condensation on a cold pint glass. The rest of her body followed the same merciless logic. Torso, hips, back (everything rounded into one colossal central sphere). Her shoulders vanished into the curve. Her arms were swallowed until only her delicate hands remained, poking out near the equator like tragic little decorations. Her legs disappeared entirely except for her small bare feet, toes still painted the same soft pink they’d been this morning. Ninety feet. Ninety-five. Ninety-eight feet in diameter for the central body orb. And her breasts (God, her breasts) each now thirty-six feet across, two bronze planets of carbonated stout jutting from the front of the main sphere like obscene, overfilled water balloons. They touched the floor first, spreading slightly under their own weight, sloshing in slow, nauseating waves. The pumps finally died. The hoses detached with long, wet sucking sounds. Beer poured from her mouth, her ass, and now from both swollen nipples in thick, creamy streams before internal valves sealed everything shut with soft, final clicks. Silence. She was a monument. One central sphere (ninety-eight feet across) resting heavily on the reinforced platform. Two smaller but still enormous breast-spheres (thirty-six feet each) protruding from the front, so full they quivered with every breath. Only her normal-sized head sat atop the central orb, hair matted with stout and tears. Only her trembling hands and tiny feet stuck out (four pathetic reminders that a girl was still trapped inside all that beer). The sloshing was everywhere. Inside her belly. Inside each monumental breast. A constant, low, oceanic roar. She tried to speak. It came out a slurred, broken hiccup. “hhhh… hlp…” A belch rolled out of her (twenty full seconds of deep, frothy bass) and foam rained down over her face and the curves of her breasts. Her mind was gone. The alcohol was absolute. Her blood was 80-proof now. Thoughts came slow and sticky. so full… so drunk… can’t think… everything spins… tastes like beer… smells like beer… i am beer… She cried (messy, snotty, uncontrollable). “mommy… i want my mom… please… i’m scared…” Another belch. Her whole body wobbled (central sphere and breast-spheres all sloshing in different rhythms). “my boobs… they’re… they’re huge… they hurt so much… they’re full of beer… everything’s full of beer…” She tried to bring one hand to her face. She realized quickly all her hand could do was flap pathetically countless feet away on the other side of her enormous beer filled rounded body. “i can’t move… i’m never moving again… this is forever…” Her voice cracked into high, drunken sobs that made the breast-spheres jiggle grotesquely. “somebody find me… tell my family i love them… tell them i’m sorry… i didn’t mean to be a bitch… i just wanted to be pretty…” She hiccuped constantly now, tiny wet sounds between words. “i’m literally Madison Beer… that’s the joke… that’s all i am now… a giant drunk keg with tits…” A fresh wave of tears. “i’m only twenty-three… i had tours… i had albums… i had a life…” Her head lolled forward. Drool and stout dripped from her bottom lip onto the upper curve of her left breast-sphere. “so drunk… can’t stay awake… everything’s warm and thick and spinning…” She managed one last coherent sentence, small and cracked and utterly broken. “please don’t leave me like this… i’m still in here… i’m still Madison… i’m still a person…” Then the alcohol took over completely. Her eyes unfocused. Her hands opened and closed weakly against the taut skin of her central orb. Her feet twitched once and went still. Between endless hiccups and slow, frothy belches that echoed through the cathedral like distant thunder, the only sound left was the gentle, ceaseless glug-glug-glug of five hundred and twenty thousand gallons shifting inside the girl who used to be Madison Beer (now nothing but the world’s largest, most expensive, permanently intoxicated serving of herself). In the dark, Miss Wonka raised a crystal stein in salute. “To vintage 2025,” she whispered. “Never to be poured out. Never to be emptied. Never to be free.” And somewhere deep inside the bronze, sloshing monument, Madison hiccuped one final, devastated sound that wasn’t quite a word anymore. Then even that stopped.