>>10033 How about a story where the mc wants to manipulate and use their boss or popular coworker for their own gain. They would fatten them up and make them slobbier. She would hate it and not be into it. She wouldn't like it at any point of the story it would just be her being depressed and sad and wants it to stop but the MC doesn't let her and is good at manipulating her. Not too extreme in terms of size and the slob would be up to you.

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>>10033 I have a whole vault of written ideas I don't want to bombard you with, but let me know if you like this one and want more. use it or change it or toss it if you like :) A too beautiful, clean, perfectionist, a blonde bombshell - the type who made popularity and being "homecoming queen" her whole life and now is adrift after highschool - is now mostly lonely and "the fat friend" is now pretty much her only friend after highschool. The fat friend has been in love with her since highschool. They are both lesbians, and it's a small town, and she doesn't have many other options so maybe... but she doesn't find her attractive. While at Mcdonalds, she can't help but stare at the fat people and the food in disgust. She finds the food greasy and fattening, and makes rude comments (backpedalling after she realises who she is speaking to) She ordered food originally, but decides not to eat it - she goes to the counter and lies, saying it's overcooked for a refund. Instead of just giving a refund, the manager comes out - and our protagonist is instantly star-struck. it's love at first sight. This woman looks stunning in her black manager outfit. You've seen a girl like this before, i'm sure. She doesn't just give a refund - she flirts a little, and comes over to her table with a whole new meal - and lets her keep the old meal too. She sheepishly eats the food, and keeps sharing glances with the manager. But after coming to her table the manager has been less flirty - She realises it's because she is there with "the fat friend". So she dismisses her. her friend is confused, so she is cruel to get her to go. why would she be with a fatty like her? She regrets it immediately after, that's her only friend - but the manager seems interested again now she is alone. So as to have a reason to stay, she ends up eating all the disgusting, greasy food - and orders extra just for more time, sharing a smile at the counter. As the restaurant comes to a close, the manager sits with her for a while. So she starts coming back more often - at first a few times a week, but eventually daily. Staying longer and longer each time. Eating more and more. She often gets given free meals or extra food - which at first she sheepishly eats, but eventually comes to crave the food. Eventually she isn't sure if she is here for the manager, or because she is addicted to the food. Every time she is there she remarks on the fatties around her. How out of control they are, how could they let themselves get like that? Even to the manager, who just smiles and nods - the irony is she has begun becoming a fat, slobby mess - and the window of people "who are so fat" is getting smaller and smaller as she catches up to them. The manager makes little comments about how maybe they don't realize how fat they were getting, or how maybe it crept up on them, or they justified it by talking about people even fatter than them - clearly this is directed at our pov, but she doesn't notice and is still mean and oblivious - rationalizing away her own size. The manager is less and less flirty over time but still seems to have an interest in her. Eventually "the fat friend" comes back and finds her here, almost not recognising her. She comes over and tries to be forgiving and friendly, and she and the manager seem to both be overly flirty with her - but eventually becomes obvious they are flirting with each other. pov makes a mean comment about how manager would never be interested in such a fatty - but "the fat friend" is crueller back calling pov a fat cow and eventually it hits her that she is far fatter than she friend ever was. After several weeks of depressive eating and feeling miserable she sees this incredibly disgusting, helplessly fat blob taking up a whole booth. She relentlessly mocks her the whole time to the manager, trying to feel better, and uses her to justify her own size. Pov could never get as bad as that at least! The manager plays along a little, making sort of forgiving comments but being more cruel than usual, agreeing how disgusting and fat the woman is. Eventually she begins to realise she has been looking over at a mirror - the woman she is mocking is herself. She breaks down, but the manager comforts her with food, after all - she could never let her go hungry, she's her favourite customer. She is a little controlling and sadistic towards her at this point - but pov does anything to get her affection. It's very toxic - Maybe manager decides to use her, or maybe manager just enjoys stringing her along at this point.

>>10065 Writer guy here, this one is definitely my favourite so far. Gonna make some notes, organise the story a bit in my head and start writing in the next couple of days or so. Not promising anything timewise since I'm lazy and inconsistent. In the mean time feel free to drop any more ideas.

>>10092 Looking forward to seeing what you come up with!

Deepseek R1 is shockingly good at coming up with morally depraved fetish fiction. In fact, if you ask it to be "realistic" it will insert morally depraved stuff without you having to ask.

>>10092 I need a weight gain, scat, bursting story similar to this image by shy-sho.

Been tossing around a pretty depraved idea for a story called "This far". A gold-digger ends up setting her sights on a rich feeder unknowingly. The feeder is older or maybe has an illness that will kill them. It seems like easy money At first she enjoys all the attention, being spoiled, etc. but realises she is putting on weight. The feeder admits they want to make her even fatter. She can't help but think "I've already come this far" so goes along with it, thinking she'll have the feeders money soon. Time goes on, she gets even bigger. She gets more and more worried about her weight, her declining health, her loss of energy. She is more and more reliant on the feeder. She isn't into it at all, but plays along: She's already come this far, she reasons. It gets worse. The feeder gets more and more pushy. Wants to really make her huge, wants to do funnel feedings and all sorts of depraved shit. But she agrees, because she has already come this far. She's so fat no other guy would want her anyway. Surely it wont last much longer, surely the feeder will die and she'll get the money Soon she is practically immobile and complete reliant on the feeder. Her health is getting worse and worse. She is on all sorts of medications, taking pills like candy. She starts realising it's too late to go back. A stupid little voice in the back of her head keeps thinking it will be over soon, just keep going, you've already come this far, you don't have any other choice, how else could you possibly support yourself now that you are so fucking worthless and obese In the end she doesn't even think about the money anymore. She just wants to stay alive and stay comfortable. She is totally reliant on the feeder. She is so obese she suffers a heart attack, struggling to breath, thinking to herself"come on, you've made it this far!!" trying to compell herself to keep living. Eventually she dies. Ironically before the feeder does, from complications due to her immobility and weight. She never got her money.

>>11285 That sounds incredibly hot. Fantastic premise. The title "This Far" and her repeatedly telling herself "you've made it this far" are very well-done storytelling elements, too. That element of repetition is very good in storytelling. Not to mention I personally love health issues, and the idea of a girl eating herself to death out of greed and narcissism is boneriffic. Personally I'd also love to throw in some light slob elements, especially as she gets fatter and more helpless. Mention of bedpans and having to be cleaned up after she uses the toilet, and so on. Just to drive home the horrible mess she's gotten herself into, all on account of her avarice.

>>11285 Great idea, are you gonna write it yourself or is this up here for the taking?

>>7459 >>7460 Interesting to see these posts, I was coming in here to actually post a depraved idea along these very lines. I was thinking just the other day about the prospect of a fat plantation owner who was really ultimately at the mercy of their slaves. It occurs to me this could work for either gender: you could either have it be the master, or the master's wife. I love stories where there's a fat ruler or tyrant who's not really as in charge as they think they are, and this would basically be a variation of that idea set in the Deep South. If you wanted to get REALLY depraved, you could even turn the master or mistress into a fat sex toy for the slaves. Do some raceplay, BBC kind of stuff. Make him or her into a fat, weak blob who's addicted to slave cock. It would be a total inversion of the master/slave dynamic. The fat white slave owner would basically exist in a kind of superposition, where they've simultaneously got absolute power but also no real power at all. That kind of dynamic I find very hot, and adding weight gain into the mix just makes it better.

>>11319 It's on the list, but I have a onenote full of 50+ story ideas I want to write or am actively writing so it will take a very long time if ever. If you want to write it, go for it.

>>11322 IMO I would probably find something like this more enjoyable if it were fantasy rather than historical, but it's a good idea. I do love the inversion of master/slave dynamic.

Once upon a time in the 1960s, on Long Island in New York, there was a gorgeous Russian woman named Tatiana. She had a slim figure, blonde hair, and stunning blue eyes that could capture anyone's attention. Her small and perky breasts, toned stomach, round and tight buttocks, and a weight of 115 pounds made her irresistible. Tatiana was interested in materialistic and hedonistic pursuits and had her eyes set on a wealthy man to fulfill her desires. Little did she know that her life was about to take an unexpected turn. One day, Tatiana met Cedric Bateman, an American businessman with a muscular build, green eyes, and brown hair. Cedric was a man of great ambition and wanted to make billions of dollars. His interests were vast, but he was particularly attracted to women of considerable size. Tatiana and Cedric formed an instant connection, and their relationship took a turn that Tatiana had never anticipated. Cedric noticed Tatiana's slim figure and gave her a challenge - gain a massive amount of weight in order to fulfill his desire for a curvy, fat woman. He promised her a fortune if she could achieve the goal he had set for her. Tatiana, motivated by her desire for wealth and the prospect of being with a man like Cedric, accepted the challenge with a smile. Tatiana started consuming enormous quantities of food. She went from 115 pounds to 160 pounds, and her breasts grew to the size of grapefruits while her belly softened and her buttocks got larger and softer. As she gained weight, Cedric's interest in her grew. He found her increasingly desirable, and each time Tatiana reported her new weight, he would reward her with sexual intercourse. The encounters were passionate and filled with an intense sexual pleasure that Tatiana had never experienced before. The weight kept piling on as Tatiana indulged in her eating binges. She reached 250 pounds, and her breasts became large and floppy while her belly grew into a huge, domelike shape. Her buttocks became large, round, and dimpled. Cedric responded by fucking her hard, with her whole body jiggling and rippling during the act. The pleasure Tatiana received from the encounters kept her motivated to gain more weight. Tatiana continued to consume excessive amounts of food and reached 350 pounds. Her breasts were now gigantic and hanging, her belly was huge and overtaking her private parts, and her buttocks were large enough to get stuck in doorways. During one of their sexual encounters, Tatiana wondered if she had hit a point of no return. But as Cedric surprised her with doggy-style sex, the sexual pleasure shut down her worries. She was addicted to the pleasure Cedric brought her and could not stop herself from gaining more weight. Tatiana went on to consume even more food and reached an astonishing 450 pounds. Her breasts had grown to the size of watermelons, hanging down, and her belly had taken on a double roll. Her buttocks were large, dimpled, and required multiple chairs to accommodate them. During their encounters, Cedric groped and performed cunnilingus on her massive, soft, and heavy ass. The pleasure Tatiana received was beyond anything she had ever experienced, and it made her feel alive. By the end of the story, Tatiana abandoned all her ambitions and became Cedric's wife. She weighed 500 pounds, with breasts as large as two watermelons vertically, a belly that hung over her knees, and a round jiggly ass that was so large it could be used as a shelf. Tatiana had become the woman Cedric had always wanted, and they lived happily ever after, indulging in their passions and desires...

>>11421 In the opulent Victorian mansion nestled in the heart of Long Island, 1960s, Tatiana, a 20-year-old Russian beauty with her striking blue eyes and blonde hair, had a plan. She yearned for the riches of the wealthy American, Cedric Bateman. However, Cedric had a peculiar fascination: he was drawn to women of immense proportions. Tatiana, slim and toned, knew she had to transform to capture his heart and his fortune. Cedric, a muscular man with green eyes and a brown mane, was a tycoon with a vision to make billions and buy out governments. He was intrigued by Tatiana's ambition and her willingness to change for him. Their arrangement was simple: Tatiana would gain weight, and Cedric would reward her with his affections. At 160 pounds, Tatiana's small, perky breasts had grown to grapefruit size, and her once-toned stomach had softened. Her round, tight buttocks now bore a hint of cellulite. Cedric found her more desirable, and their sexual encounters became frequent. He rewarded her with passionate nights, making her feel like a goddess as he explored her new curves. As Tatiana reached 250 pounds, her breasts had become large and floppy, her belly huge and dome-like, and her buttocks large, round, and dimpled. Cedric was enthralled, fucking her hard, savoring the jiggle and ripple of her body. Their lovemaking was intense, with Cedric reveling in the softness of her flesh. At 350 pounds, Tatiana's body was a landscape of curves. Her breasts were gigantic and hanging, her belly so large it overtook her pussy, and her buttocks were so vast they got stuck in doorways. As she wondered if she had reached a point of no return, Cedric took her doggy-style, the pleasure shutting down her worries. By 450 pounds, Tatiana's body was a testament to her transformation. Her breasts, the size of watermelons, hung down heavily. Her belly was very large, drooping with a double roll, and her buttocks required multiple chairs. Cedric groped and fucked her, asking to feel her soft, heavy ass on his face, giving her cunnilingus until she shuddered with ecstasy. At 500 pounds, Tatiana's body was a marvel. Her breasts were massive, as large as two watermelons vertically. Her belly hung over her knees, and her hips were so wide they got caught in double doors. Her round, jiggly ass was a massive shelf. She had abandoned all her ambitions, content to be Cedric's wife, a queen in her own right, adored and cherished by the man who had given her everything.

A story similar to that of Miss Patty, a cook who fattens a child until he becomes too fat to walk, causing him to become increasingly lazy and fat As he visits your house to eat the delicacies you put on your table. Now, if you want to make things more "depraved," have the cook try to fatten up all the children in the village until they become small, barely mobile, lumbering masses. I don't know, it sounds like a good idea if you want to write a dark story about weight gain, a horny cook who gets turned on by ridiculously obese children.

>>11469 The Miss Patty stories really are great. Sometimes I wonder if they'd work even if you flipped the gender dynamic, and it was a man fattening up a young girl. Something about the fact that it's a woman fattening up a boy seems to just make the whole concept work and I don't think it would be as enjoyable if you swapped the sexes.

>>11472 It would depend on how you would carry the story, in Patty's story she is a cook who fed an extra child and that turned her on, it's not a story that applies that but with opposite sexes But I guess maybe there wouldn't be that much of a difference. It is also possible to add both sexes, male or female cook, fattening two children (Male and female) who have a voracious appetite (or insist on eating more) Maybe even fatten all children equally by gender until they stop using their legs because they would become so fat. It's also a good idea.

>>11469 >>11472 >>11473 Context needed, what story are you all talking about?

>>11483 Miss Patty is a story about a female chef who fattens up a child over the course of each visit, causing the child to become increasingly fatter with each visit. The woman is excited that the child is getting fatter and fatter and continues to feed him until he has difficulty walking.

>>11505 Yeah sure it is but are you going to link it or did you make it up

>>11483 They were a bunch of stories that were written on /ceg/ (if you don't know, it doesn't matter) a few years back https://pastebin.com/Eb2WvqMN https://pastebin.com/X6AFmiW9 https://pastebin.com/UfpF0imN https://pastebin.com/R7zsbGLp

>>11505 mommy

>>11507 I always wanted to see a story like this continue until the character is actually an adult

>>11328 Obviously anything to do with IRL chattel slavery is incredibly taboo. Duh. But that's what this thread is for, right? Taboo ideas. It's certainly something I'd do anonymously in a pastebin if I did it, rather than daring to put a name to it, even an internet alias. I've actually had a half-baked idea to make it male weight gain/sex and give the slave owner the last name Legree, after the infamously evil slave owner from Uncle Tom's Cabin. Sort of implying that long after that story ended, his plantation fell into the hands of a fatter, gayer relative who's basically letting it go to rot as he lounges around, eating himself bigger and bigger, taking it up the ass from his own slaves, all while maintaining an illusion of control.

>>11472 Maybe making him believe that gaining weight is good (like selling him that it is something healthy and/or part of growing up) will help

>>11516 nah he should be fattened to death before that

Anybody remember a story on deviantart about a necromancer and a massive elf? Who was the author?

>>11469 >>11472 >>11473 >>11505 >>11507 >>11516 >>11660 >>11664 You guys may not believe me, but I'm the author of the Miss Patty stories from back in the day. I actually had a fifth and final story planned that would have sort of capped the storyline off. The idea was that Patty had gotten her hooks into almost all the kids in Brandon's neighborhood and fattened most of them up, with the exception of a few kids whose parents got wise to the game and kept them away from her. Brandon would have been fed to almost an immobile size, an enormous blob. Anyway, the story would also have featured Patty selling her house and moving, and swearing to herself that she was going to leave all her degenerate deviancy behind her. Especially when she makes one last visit to Brandon's house and the enormous blob boy expresses his love for her and his desire to marry her. This would have spooked Patty significantly and reaffirmed her decision to leave. However, the story was going to end with Patty getting settled in her new house, only for the son of one of her new neighbors to come over and offer her a housewarming gift. Patty was going to see that he was a bit chubby, and a gleam was going to come into her eyes, and she was going to invite him over for lunch at a future date, indicating that, no matter what Patty told herself, the cycle was going to begin all over again. I actually wrote it all out, but this was after Pastebin cracked down on explicit content, so when I tried to publish it, Pastebin as a site ate the story. I didn't feel like typing it all out again, so, there you go. The story's kind of lost to time.

>>11765 Wait so you wrote all of those stories directly in pastebin with no local copies??? But why?

>>11768 Just how it all shook out. They were all kind of spur-of-the-moment things. Also, better OpSec.

>>11765 Ah shit, that sounds like it would have been great, fuck pastebin eating it. Would love to see your writing again, even if it's not the same story exactly. Did you do any other stuff on /ceg/? I remember a couple of writers around that time

>>11765 Would you be willing to do a re-write as a commission? (if you even take coms)

>>11765 Wow, well that explains why that ending feels a bit open. The story you wrote was actually quite good and original. I would have loved for you to continue the story, But I understand why you didn't. But hey, at least seeing a slutty lady fatten up the kids would have been interesting. In fact, I dare say Patty would have gotten away with it. She'd start her own fattening food Empire, Just to fatten up the kids and let her pussy constantly wet her panties. But anyway, Miss Patty, it's a great story, I appreciate you writing it

>Family enables their young teenaged son into immobility >He is hospitalized and taken away from his parents for child neglect >The social worker assigned to him abuses her authority to secretly make him even fatter and prevent him from being returned to his parents

>>11816 That would make for an amazing story

>>687 Of course I’d never tried marijuana. I was fifteen years old, with no friends to turn me on to it. I’d never smoked a cigarette either. So when Miss Fuentes passed the joint to me I did what I’d seen in movies and on TV millions of time, held it between my lips and inhaled. What came next was beyond awful. I expelled a huge cloud of smoke all at once, with a tail of fire up and down my throat like I’d swallowed drain opener. It was followed by the kind of cough that felt like my lungs were being torn out of my chest. I couldn’t breathe at all for what felt like minutes, where my vision started to darken at the edges as I hacked and heaved and gasped, spitting and finally puking up my delicious dinner. Of course Miss Wentworth and Miss Fuentes were terrified, probably thinking I was going to die. They apologized over and over while patting my back and shoulders, yelling at me to BREATHE — as if it was that easy. They were crowding me as well, especially fat Miss Wentworth, which made the whole experience that much worse. Who knows how long it was before I started feeling better again, laying on my side, wheezing and weeping. Miss Wentworth was at my head, holding a straw to my lips so I could sip water. She’d already cleaned the vomit off my chin and chest. Miss Fuentes was next to her, lower on my body, stroking my big belly and fat thunder thigh. I was nauseous and my chest and throat still hurt horribly but something about my ex-teacher’s touch was starting to distract me from it. “There, there my big fat baby,” she whispered, as I sipped the cool water and listened to my own loud, raspy breathing. Normally I’d have been offended — hurt — by someone saying that to me but now it was soothing. Kind of funny, actually. I was kind of like a big baby, so soft, round, and roly poly. I giggled and it hurt. I coughed and spit up some water. “What?” Miss Wentworth asked, pulling the straw away. “It’s… nothing,” I mumbled, finding it hard to form words. I could smell her perfume, as always, but it seemed especially delicious, like candy and flowers. I could smell her body odor as well, which was like mine but different, and delicious in a different way. “You okay?” Miss Fuentes asked. She’d stopped stroking me, which I didn’t like. “Yeah… okay,” I said, after a long pause I couldn’t help. The burn was still there but dulled, and distant, and my nausea was gone. Everything else felt… great. “Hang on,” Miss Fuentes said. “Be right back.” The last syllable was strained a bit and I realized she’d gotten up off the floor as I watched her walk behind Miss Wentworth, squeezing the huge woman’s shoulder as she passed. “Wait,” my tutor said to Miss Fuentes as she walked out of the kitchen. “Maybe let’s…?” “No,” Miss Fuentes called out. She was in the foyer, I could hear it, and returned shortly with the big duffel bag she’d brought. I was seeing double now, or quadruple as I was fixated on Miss Wentworth’s gigantic tits. They were dangling in front of me, wobbling back and forth inside her dress. “Can you roll over onto your stomach, honey?” Miss Fuentes said. She was behind me now, and I couldn’t see her. Her voice was strained again, like she was lifting something heavy or doing housework. “Me?” I said, and both women laughed. “Yes, you, Perry.” My stomach was empty from having puked up dinner so it wasn’t that difficult. I rolled myself over with a grunt, aware of all the hundreds of pounds of flesh shifting and squeezing as I switched positions, and how long it took for my ass to stop wobbling once I was on my stomach. But unlike most of the time I wasn’t frustrated or disgusted by it. It felt good — so fucking good. Then I started squeezing my thighs together, which jiggled my ass, which felt even better. I could feel the blood going to my crotch, and my cock was starting to stiffen in an uncomfortable way, buried deep beneath me. My ass was already halfway out of my too-small trousers and I felt multiple hands pulling them off the rest of the way. I heard Miss Wentworth huffing and puffing and grunting and little cries of effort from Miss Fuentes as they dragged them down by huge hips and thighs, inch by inch. I had my arms out beside me, steadying my massive, bloated body as it rocked back and forth with their struggles. “He’s bigger than you back here,” Miss Fuentes observed. “Stop,” Miss Wentworth gasped, totally breathless. They hadn’t taken my pants off completely, just pulled them down to my calves so that I was effectively immobilized, unable to really move my legs. My ass felt ridiculously heavy, like a whole other person was sitting on me. I was still squeezing my thighs which themselves felt absolutely enormous, but again, I didn’t mind for some reason. I was quite content to lay there like that, my belly pushing up into my oddly empty stomach and putting pressure on my FUPA and my cock as well. I wanted to play with myself but there was no way I could reach it. It was difficult enough when I was laying on my back. More than that, I was hungry. Miss Wentworth was in front of me now, and looking up at her she seemed downright colossal. At first she was on her hands and knees but then slumped down onto her side, her vast bottom blobbing out across the kitchen floor and the rest of her shaking and quaking in response. God she was so FAT. Of course I’d noticed before — like me it was the first thing you noticed about her — but it was like I never really had. Which doesn’t make sense but I promise you at the time it did. Meanwhile Miss Flores had started rubbing my butt again, leaning across one of my thighs with her modest but satisfying weight. She was squeezing it too, and pulling my ass cheeks apart, then letting them slap back together. I was so big back there, it really was ridiculous. So ridiculous I found myself laughing, again for no good reason. “What’s so funny, mister?” Miss Wentworth asked, but I didn’t have an answer for her. She didn’t seem to care either way as she swiveled herself around on her butt, huffing and puffing, and then leaned back, spreading her legs in front of me. She lifted her dress to reveal her massive thighs and the thick, oddly dark rolls on their insides and her fat, hairy pussy. I caught a huge whiff of it, so strong and oddly unexpected it made me gag but I couldn’t stop sniffing it either. She then dragged herself towards me, leaning back further to lift her feet over my shoulders. I coughed — which hurt — as her feet pushed down on me, pinning my upper body down in the same way my pants were binding my feet and ankles. I felt like I should be alarmed, be trying to struggle free or yell out but somehow it was all okay. Better than okay. With one final heave she shoved her whole pussy right up to my face. It was wet to where you could hear it, sucking and sloshing sounds, and the smell was so intense I was woozy again. I felt something cold inside my crack and flinched, soothed by Miss Flores’ small, soft hand, rubbing something liquid up and down the chasm and over my asshole. It felt absolutely delicious. Miss Wentworth had her own plump hand in my face now, going up and down, slowly stroking her pussy. I felt something — a finger? — breach my anus and flinched again. But it was a delayed reaction, like someone told me what was happening and then I reacted. “Easy,” Miss Flores purred from behind me. I could barely hear her over the sounds of Miss Wentworth working her huge, sopping pussy. My old teacher had managed to spread my thighs just wide enough where I could feel her between them. Her hands were on the top of my hips, sinking into the endless flesh there. Which hurt a bit, but again, in a wonderful kind of way. “I’m gonna fuck you, Perry,” she whispered. “Is that okay?” “Just do it,” Miss Wentworth moaned, and so she did. I cried out as I felt… something… slide into me, deeper and deeper, inch by inch, til I couldn’t take anymore. This was way more invasive than the enema Miss Wentworth had given me, and stretched my asshole way beyond what I thought it could take. “Stop,” I gasped, though part of me — most of me — wanted it to keep going. I felt her hands sink into my hips again and the… whatever it was… slid out of me again in the most delicious kind of way. I was breathless also because Miss Wentworth’s feet were really pushing down on my shoulders, and she was rubbing her snatch so furiously I wondered how she wasn’t hurting herself. “I’m gonna fuck your fat —” Miss Fuentes moaned, but whatever she was gonna say next was cut short by a piercing shriek. Whatever was in my ass ripped out of me and I shouted in pain and shock, then cried out as Miss Wentworth kicked me in the side of the head as she rolled her huge body away from me. “PERRY!” my mother screamed. “What the bloody fuck…?!” “Oh, god, no!” Miss Fuentes shouted. “It’s not…” “Who ARE you?!?! What are you doing to my SON?!?! GET OUT!!!” I watched Miss Fuentes run in front of me, wearing some weird contraption around her hips with a gigantic black penis attached to the front of it. My mom was chasing her. I turned my head to the right and saw Miss Wentworth was trying to get to her feet but tripped and fell into the kitchen table, knocking it over. . “It’s okay mom,” I wanted to say but it caught in my throat. It didn’t matter; my mom was too busy freaking out. And how could you blame her? Even at fifteen, and high, I knew what we were doing was so wrong you almost had to invent a new word for it. Suffice it to say, it would be a long time before I saw either teacher again. I promise I’ll tell you about that next time.

Another idea i've been playing with for a while about extreme food addiction, wondering whether anyone will find it worth pursuing or not A new miracle weight loss drug goes into trial, and unlike some stories, this one is very succesful. A woman who has been fighting her weight her whole life gets admitted to the trial, and it's incredible! She loses the last of the weight she has been struggling with and then some, slimming down to sizes she has never managed before, and she doesn't even have to try. she starts eating whatever she wants and stops excercising, She gains a little weight, but doesn't mind. After a month her diet gets worse and worse and she plumps back up to her starting weight She is feeling very ashamed of herself when she reports back in for the checkup because she has ended up back at her starting weight, but to her surprise the doctors just up her dosage, saying it's no big deal. Can you see where this is going? She starts eating worse than ever, growing reliant on the drug. Daily binges get worse and worse - She used to spend all of her freetime excercising and dieting and now without any idea what else to do she spends it all eating instead. She goes through a shameful cycle - gaining weight again only to up her dosage and slim back down. Her doctors gently hint she should cut back and that it's not healthy to eat so much, but diet culture has taught her the only marker of health is her weight. And her tolerance for how thin she needs to be is warped over time, she gets heavier and heavier every month before they up her dosage again, but why would she worry when it's only temporary? As a consequence in the first week of the month she is outgoing and spends time outside and at events, but during the last three weeks she becomes a recluse, her pudgy body a source of shame that drives her inside to spend her time bingeing to feel better. By the time of her next checkup she is downright undeniably fat. The doctors tell her she has reached the maximum dosage for the trial. She is sat outside with a slim, beautiful woman also on the maximum dosage - and is shocked to see a photo that the woman once weighed 400 lbs. Our main is ashamed that she has less self control than this once-whale of a woman, but she is told not to worry - she'll be able to control her own dosage once it goes to market. Then, when the trial is over, things get worse. They cut her off until it reaches market - they can't legally sell it. She goes through an excrutiating two years watching news of the drug, waiting for it to come to market. She keeps ballooning fatter and fatter, but why would she work hard to change and lose weight when she will have instant, easy success any day now? Then the drug is held up for another year by the FDA due to overblown concerns about misuse of the drug. By the end of this year, she is nearly bedbound. But finally, the day comes. The drug is released. But the FDA has put very strict controls on it. The prescribable dose is far less than she ever had during the trial. In order to increase your dosage, you have to go through a strict diet and excercise program first, or the doctor has to decide you are desperately in need of it or unable due to disability. She tries the program but feels like a failure. She can barely last a week and still gains weight because she cheats, even with the small dosage she has been allowed. She does the unthinkable and intentionally pushes herself into immobility to get access to the drug, knowing she'll be able to easily lose all the weight afterwards. Finally her immobility is enough, she gets disability, and the doctor gets her access to the drug at incredible amounts. The drug is working, but after her check in she finds out it has barely been enough to even stop her from gaining weight with her shit diet and completely sedentary lifestyle. The doctor gives her an ultimatum - reduce her dietary intake and go on a strict controlled regimine in clinic care, or be cut off from the drug. But by this point she is so food addicted, her mind so dulled from inactivity and by doing nothing but eat and experience pleasure, she can't bare the thought. Unceremoniously, she is left in her home and cut off from the drug, to continue getting fatter until her body can't take any more.

>>11990 i need to see this boy get FATTER

>>12005 That's usually how I do, let's see how it goes.

An idea i've had lately is the loss of self. I would like to juxtapose a feeder who is a soldier in a sci-fi setting, who slowly loses themself to war - like, over time they are getting prosthetics, parts of them getting hacked away, until they are almost entirely synthetic. There is so little of them left. Meanwhile every time they return home, they find their feedee is even fatter. She is an immense, slobbish pig and even though there is more of her than ever, she is losing herself entirely to her gluttony, her willpower dissapearing, mentally becoming dumber, more depraved and seeking only pleasure, barely even aware of what she has done to herself by the end propelled forward by technology that makes it easy to eat herself into oblivion and never have to strain herself with thinking. The feeder goes from excited and encouraging, to wary and worried, and eventually resenting her. She gets to just sit at home and indulge in every pleasure 24/7 while they are away suffering, sacrificing and losing parts of themselves.

>>12101 I know I just posted this - but can you imagine coming home from months of intense effort only to find that your fucking lazy, morbidly obese wife hasn't even left the couch once? She lets every single need get taken care of by the machines and barely even realised months had gone past or that you were gone?

>>12102 https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/dependapotamus You'll like this: https://www.deviantart.com/stc9892/gallery/77105589/army-wives

https://www.deviantart.com/debulbous/art/Ann-Extra-Juicy-Slice-1253819712 My first story. Thought it fit the description of, "morally depraved". Though, it is inflation.

Depraved in the sense of shotacon here, so if you don't like that don't read. This is actually an idea that I've had for a RP but honestly with how often it goes wrong (person doesnt have the medium I want to RP on, illiteracy, or they like the idea but not the kinks I wanna include, or just ghosts me) I might just write about it. I will also note this is in inherently a fat fetish story, however it can easily just be changed to include it. So the story focuses on two people, a cute boy, and a girl in her late teens. The teen looks like a blonde-haired girl in her late teens, bimbo/gyaru-esque appearance. However despite this she has a few secrets 1. She is actually rather conniving and VERY smart. Smarter than you, usually the smartest in the room by a large margin. 2. She's VERY horny, often masturbating about... 8 times a day at minimum. 3. She can control reality. Hmm? Oh yeah, with a wave of her hand she can make the grass red or gravity flip upside down. And unless she specifies it, only she remembers any changes made. She's asked one day to babysit the son of her parent's friends, and out of boredom says sure. She heads over, and after meeting him puts on a cartoon. This isn't some made up cartoon but a pre-existing one. While watching she begins to adjust the cartoon out of horniness. Dialogue becomes lewder, skimpier outfits, maybe some men become women, etc. But the changes you want? The girls begin to pack on pounds, their outfits stretching to their limit, their breathing labored, occasionally burps and their dialogue putting on fatspeak. Over time the cartoon itself corrupting into this perverted parody of itself. The cutie is allowed partial-awareness, he knows SOMETHING is wrong, but he doesn't know whats wrong. Of course, he's not fully aware of the other changes shes making, just the cartoon-related ones. What do I mean? Well, the babysitter is starting to put on quite the amount of pounds herself. Her alright risque outfit becoming pretty much a suggestion as her growing assets and belly tear it apart. She was only supposed to babysit for the night? What do you mean, she's babysitting for a- no, make it two weeks. Theres food in the fridge? Not really, luckily they left a lot of money for greasy fat food she's going to devour and make him help feed her. Soon a whole room in the house disappears, the spare bedroom, and no way she's going to fit sleeping on the couch. I guess she'll just share a room with him. Of course, eventually the cartoon girls will be allowed out of the television, their huge bodies nearly breaking the TV as their pounds stretch and push against the TV. And reasonably, the cartoon girls are obsessed with the cutie. Just over time corrupting more and more of reality, just to overwhelm him.

>>12294 I thought you were gonna make the shota fat , meh whatever.

>>12301 I like when I need to look up words like the damn japs won the war. but google still isn't quite clear sometimes. Shota- those are homo pedo cartoons right?

>>12301 personally dont like fat shotas.. I prefer shotas being overwhelmed by BIG girls <333 >>12308 It means underage boy

Okay so I keep failing to make a thread for this, I will try here: anyone know of some good stories where women are abducted by aliens to be fed or bred? Here's a good one to start https://www.deviantart.com/bopoznuvt/art/The-Hive-Chapter-I-482651397 https://www.deviantart.com/bopoznuvt/art/The-Hive-Chapter-II-482652042 https://www.deviantart.com/bopoznuvt/art/The-Hive-Chapter-III-482652568

There was a story about kirino and kuroneko from oreimo gaining weight for maids that worked at a maid cafe. They were rivals fighting about who had worse health and who was fatter, etc