Gonna be reposting my old stories from this thread (as well as a few I've since written in /trash/): >one day, out of the blue, a random mortal decides to completely fuck up a goddess >one of the really lame and self-restrained ones, like Artemis or Hestia >begins by pledging himself to her service and offering up small sacrifices every once in a while >She pays him little attention, because he's just one supplicant among thousands >he begins upping the scale of his sacrifices and begins getting other people involved in his little cult >maybe have a few scenes of all the gods consuming all their sacrifices, but the goddess has to stuff herself to finish them all >as more and more people join the man's cult, he begins making the rituals more obscene and the acts more depraved >what eventually began as a small group of people peacefully praying to the goddess has degenerated into drunkenly moaning her name at orgies >as the cultists begin to outnumber the original believers, the goddess herself changes >she becomes more belligerent, greedier, messier, and of course fatter >she binges every day on the veritable mountain of succulent sacrifices that are offered to her >pleasures herself with any servants who have died and ascended to her realm >however, the vast influx of believers makes her stronger, and she eventually craves more >she begins abusing her greater powers to interact with the mortal world and granting more fame and fortune to the man >she then begins appearing in the man's dreams to thank him >however, her message has far more meaning than a simple compliment >not only does she crave the power that the cult is now bestowing upon them, but she's also envious of the influence that other gods still wield over mortals >they should be hers to serve, damnit! >orders the guy to start weakening the other gods' influence by not only converting followers, but also defiling the other gods' temples and shrines >every statue they smash, priest they slaughter, and building they demolish weakens her rivals, and the people shall flock to her >this goes on for a while, until the other gods start getting tired of her shit and try to stop her >however, she's too powerful, and handily defeats them before absorbing their power into herself >(deity vore?) >Eventually, the cult reaches its zenith of popularity and its nadir of depravity >now holding mass orgies/human sacrifices, cutting out people's hearts and eating them, fucking corpses, burning down other gods' temples and fucking their siblings on top of the ashes, etc. >however, its influence is felt over almost all of Greece/Rome/etc >culminates with the goddess deciding to go to the realm of mortals and walk (or waddle) among them >she's even bigger and more disgusting than ever before >when the final temples of the other gods are smashed into rubble, she turns to her multitude of followers and gives them one command >"Conquer everything."

>innocent nun/priestess joins a religious order and put in charge of hearing sinners' confessions and absolving them of their sins >what they don't tell her is that every time she absolves them, she absorbs a bit of the sin herself as a sort of spiritual scapegoat >From the thieves, she absorbs a bit of their greed >from the blasphemers, a bit of their cynicism >from the felons, a bit of their cruelty >from the slothful, a bit of their laziness >from the adulterers, a bit of their lust >from the gluttons, a bit of their appetite >after a while, she finds herself to be different from the kind and demure woman who first walked through the doors >avoiding work when possible, only going through the motions when praying, loathing the poor and needy who beg outside, regretting her vows of chastity and poverty, and beginning to demand larger and larger portions at meals >nervous about her apparent lapse in faith, she goes and talks with the mother superior/high priestess/whatever, who tells her not to worry and that such doubts are expected >the best way to avoid them is to work with more sinners, obviously >so at her superior's seemingly positive message, the nun throws herself back into her work >indeterminate time has passed, she's a shell of her former self >she explicitly refuses to spend time with the poor or pray any more then absolutely necessary, preferring to stay in her chambers and "meditate" (stuff her face with stolen food) >she's even taken a lover, a young neighbor next door who constantly visits her for "spiritual advice" >she hasn't even seen soap, let alone a bath, in a week, and she's starting to smell genuinely putrid >all the while, she's kept growing, and she can now fit three of her lithe old self inside of the habit she strains to fit around her bloated body >the older nuns have noticed, debating whether or not to tell her the truth >some protest and say that she's the furthest anyone's gone and she might be too corrupt to keep the secret >the others say that it's safer than risking her finding out on her own >it turns out that (surprise!) she was listening in on them and gets pissed >she's less interested in immediate revenge and more interested in feeding the new desires she's developed >after going on a day-long absolution binge, she goes on a day-long eating binge, strips off her habit, and starts whoring herself out in the slums >this is the juicy part of the story, where every single piece of food she shovels into her ravenous maw >every bulging and stretch-marked roll of fat dangling in the rancid air >every disgusting bowel movement gurgling inside her ponderous stomach >and every degrading sexual deed she performs for pennies is described in disturbingly precise detail >after feeling sufficiently filthy in every possible way, she decides to pay a visit to her old convent >over the course of several weeks, she goes and asks a different nun for absolution from their sins on different days >meanwhile, she continues absolving, binging, and whoring herself through the alleys all throughout the night >trying every depraved fetish under the sun so that whichever nun she confesses to that day gets it worse than the last >she starts with those who treated her well at the convent, who get off relatively easy >then, she goes to the higher-ups who kept the truth from her, and finally the mother superior >she leaves for a few weeks, continuing her habits until she's a fat blob who can barely walk >when she returns, she finds that all the nuns have forsaken their vows, started fucking each other, and turned the convent into a brothel >she enters, pays for the service to the mother superior-turned-whoremonger, waddles to her old room, lays down on the bed >blissfully falls asleep to the sound of penetration all around her

(Too lazy to greentext this) The ruler of a nondescript European feudal kingdom has a reputation for being a womanizer, with his wife having died a good several years prior (or just out of the picture in general) and needing an outlet for his sexual desires. So, he's developed a habit of traveling around, finding whichever fair maiden catches his eye, taking her back to his grand castle, and fucking like rabbits as much as humanly possible. However, having a mistress gets old after a while. Sure, she was pretty when you met, but now she's taken a little too well to palace life and started to put on weight, and fat chicks are gross. She might have gotten pregnant, and bastards might try and usurp your throne. And sometimes she tells her God-mandated ruler that she doesn't want sex when he does! The prince had also generally found a younger, prettier girl by then, so he would very much want to move on. But, there's one question: what do you do with the old one? Lock her up out of sight and act like she never existed. Sure, they kick and scream when the guards come to drop her in the hidden rat's nest of cellars, tunnels, and storehouses below the oldest part of the castle, but they all go eventually. So what if it's dark and damp and poorly-ventilated? It builds character! And he sends down plenty of food and wine for them, he's not a monster. By now, there are easily four dozen women down there, at least three of whom were minor nobility, two are cousins, one (supposed) half-sister, and eight bastard daughters he's sired and dropped down for them to raise (ages ranging from three to fifteen), all in various states of obesity. Our story begins with the king returning from a pilgrimage when he passes through a small farming town in the backwater part of his realm. He sees a young farm girl, Therese, and calls her over to his carriage. He immediately becomes attracted to her, seduces her, and starts another affair. When they arrive at his castle three days later, he lets her run wild and do whatever the fuck she wants when he's not around. Naturally, she acts like a spoiled piece of shit. She gets drunk on all the fine wines, bosses around the servants, and demands food at every hour of the day. A couple weeks later, she's rather pudgy, but not really fat to the point where the prince would abandon her. One day, she's wandering through the castle and breaking shit when she comes across a small room in the old tower she never noticed before. nside, there's a hidden trapdoor leading down to the cellar, and she sees some of the women wandering around below. Suddenly, the king shows up, gives her a little "It's a shame, but I can't let you tell anyone" speech, and chucks her down there. Therese comes to a while later, being tended to by an incredibly large Nordic woman named Inga. Inga gives Therese the rundown on everything down here she used to be the previous king (the current one's father)'s mistress, and that the current king locked her down there when he came to power on the suspicion that she was pregnant with a bastard who would threaten his claim on the throne (she wasn't). Being the oldest one of them all (though she's only 45 or so), the others all look to her for advice. Of course, most of the time, that advice is "sit around, get shitfaced, and eat until you don't feel bad anymore". Inga takes Therese under her wing, helping her develop a nice alcoholism habit, letting her get the lion's share of the food the king has carted down, and even locking her in a room and hotboxing her for a full night to "help her get used to the atmosphere". All the while, Therese is getting bigger and bigger in all the right places. She's definitely considered fat at this point, but not quite obese, and definitely not quite as big as Inga (who gets winded doing any activity more strenuous than lifting food to her mouth). After about a couple months, she decides that even though it's pretty nice down here, with free food and all, she still wants out. So, she has a plan to seduce the king and earn her freedom. She makes a rudimentary corset and lingerie out of old clothes and the staves of a wine barrel to make her look slim enough for him. The next time she sees the king through the trapdoor, she calls out to him and sweet-talks him, promising him the fucking of a lifetime if he lets her out. This goes on for a while until he eventually yields and has her brought up to his room. When they climb into the bed, she tells him to close his eyes before wrapping a piece of cloth around his throat and strangling him to death. She quickly gets dressed, grabs some of his gold and jewelry, slips out of his chambers, steals a horse, and rides back home in the dead of night. A hunt is sent out to find the king's killer, but is unsuccessful, and the king's son ascends to the throne. He is sure to fulfill his late father's will, including a rather odd one about bricking up the door to a specific room with nothing of note in it.

>woman realizes that she has a narcissist fetish >makes it her life goal to fuck a male version of herself that's identical to her in every way >a number of years down the road, she finds a boyfriend who's a lot like her in term of facial structure, height, hair color, etc. >if you want it to be more fucked up, have her settle on doing it to her brother >only problem is he's a gym nut, loves the beach, and has friends who don't like her at all >she convinces him to his job, so he's out of work in the meantime >she realizes she can never build muscle mass like him, so she resolves to destroy his >gets him to stop going to the gym less, feeding him more at home >it's working, he's putting on pounds >he's embarrassed about his double chin, says he's thinking about growing a beard >realizes she hasn't thought of facial hair, so she plans to take care of that too >orders estrogen pills from Mexico, starts slipping them in his food & drinks >acts more controlling, tries to stop him from hanging out with friends >he's starting to get suspicious, she gets desperate >so organizes a convenient 'accident' for him >he breaks both his legs, ends up bedridden >she has complete control over him >keeps him inside so that he loses his tan >shaves all his body hair, tells him it's to prevent bed sores- also says not to bother with haircut, grow it out like hers >cuts the cable, but has a bunch of her favorite reality shows recorded for when she's out at work >slowly cutting him off from his friends one by one, limits his internet & phone use >completely neglects his physical therapy so that his muscles atrophy >keeps a mini-fridge stocked by his bed so that he's constantly snacking >mixes estrogen, tranquilizers, & appetite stimulants in his food to keep him docile >keeps upping the dosage over time >after work, she loves just sitting & talking with him about office politics & reality shows while feeding him snacks >she thinks he's almost ready >she even starts cleaning him using her own cleaning products so his hair is soft, skin smells & feels like hers >he starts watching her reality shows since there's nothing better, gets really into them >she justifies all these strange cost cuts by telling him that she's pouring all their money into medical bills for him >thinks he's almost ready >has no muscle tone, plump moobs, multi-roll belly, cellulite-covered thighs, bingo wings, love handles and a double-chin >hardly any body hair has grown back with his estrogen >super-soft skin, pale as fuck from staying inside for months >all he's talking about are reality shows and gf's office drama >even his voice seems a little higher than before >only one problem >he's a whale compared to her >she's in too deep and it'll take too long for her to put him on a diet, >one option left: fatten herself >she starts binging like crazy, puts bf on a strict diet to keep his weight steady >protein shakes, fat, sugar, carbs, whatever maxes her calorie count >trying to recreate what took almost a year to do to her bf in a matter of weeks >starts using vacation hours to binge all day >tells bf she's on business trips, really in a motel for 24 hours doing nothing but binge, take caffeine pills to stay awake, binge more, and sleep for 14 hours straight >oddly enough, still obsessing over her skin to prevent stretch marks >he starts noticing her weight gain, she gaslights him >photoshops their pictures to where they're both fat & similar looking >ups his sedatives to stop him from thinking too clearly >forges Dr's notes about when his casts are supposed to come off >getting increasingly desperate for time, pushing her body to the limit >puts in her two weeks' notice so she can do this full time >doesn't tell this to bf at all, still lying about how she's pouring so much money into his medication (it's all black-market now) >home stretch, spends a good month or so binging like crazy >after months of this, she's within 5 lb of bf >dopes him up with sedatives, puts her makeup on him, dresses both of them in the same outfit >takes him to some shady back-alley doctor (turns out he knows her hormone dealer, small world) to get his casts removed >After that, it's time for matching haircuts, mani-pedis, and picking up matching red dresses) >everyone they interact with thinks they're sisters >the clothing store manager thinks they're identical twins >she nearly cums just from hearing that >time to head home >when they get back, she starts to prep dinner for their "date" >bf's sedatives start to wear off, wonders what the fuck is going on >"Nothing honey, doctor said one last round of meds the day your cast comes off and you're done" >"Yeah, but why the fuck are my nails painted? Why are-" >"I said, TIME FOR YOUR GODDAMN MEDS" >he tries to run away, but his legs can hardly keep him upright >gf tackles him, forces him to take ambien, quaaludes, and viagra >she takes a couple herself >he's dazed enough for that quick dinner date >she gets him sloshed because it makes the quaaludes work harder >lugs bf to the bathroom, who's nervous (but can't remember why) but also horny as fuck >she looks in the mirror, then at him, then in the mirror, then at him >she can't tell the difference >she pushes him on the bed, has the greatest sex of her life >bf is too out of it to even do much besides lie there and take it >the next morning >bf wakes up, can't remember last night >gf wakes up after, pins him down, gives him another dose of meds >says she'll make them both a nice big breakfast >calls him the masculine version of her name >bf silently freaking out >considers running, fighting back >he looks at the bottle of ambien on the nightstand... >starts to reach for it, but GF comes in with a giant plate of pancakes >starts stuffing him & herself >the quaaludes kick in >goes from "I have no mouth and I must scream" to overwhelming bliss >end

>in the not-too-distant future, fast food restaurants are all automated >in order to save costs, the corporations have centralized production hubs that provide food for all the restaurants in their city >Armies of workers rendering meat, adding preservatives, cooking food, preparing the meals, and transporting them around the restaurants >also connected to the corporation's regional HQ >due to the degradation of labor laws by megacorps, there are essentially no regulations on what companies can put in their contracts as long as both parties willingly sign >the workers are locked into decades-long contracts where they sign away all their rights >factory laborers forced to live in McPods in the McCompound and work ridiculously long hours doing menial labor >also, they're paid in meal points instead of actual cash, only redeemable at the cafeteria >the most expensive meal options are made with natural food, then the processed fast food they sell at restaurants, then the processed food that didn't pass inspection, then the expired or otherwise unsanitary food, then some kind of greasy sludge that is only the bare legal minimum for what constitutes 'edible' >breaking a corporate rule doesn't get you fired, only a demotion and a dock in your pay >repeat offenders are sent to R&D, where they do god-knows-what to you now imagine this story: >Start off with a woman working fairly high up in the corporate ladder at the city HQ >she's locked into a contract, but she owns her own apartment, some stock options, and a cash salary alongside the meal points >she's paid fairly well in that she can afford all-natural food prepared locally by trained chefs from the executive dining room >she's in great shape, stays active, has flexible work hours, corner office, all that jazz >however, corporate politics is a bitch >she gets roped into some embezzlement scandal and is stuck with the blame >she's forced to pay back the company money she 'stole', and she knows she can't win in court, so she sells off most of her private investments >also gets demoted to an office grunt, with a pay hit >she still can afford actual non-processed food, but it's pretty bland and not super-nutritious >she's also in a more sedentary lifestyle now, so she starts to lose her athletic toning >however, her old coworker (now boss) is determined to make her life hell and starts piling more work on her >she can't keep up, brought in for review, this is another ding on her record, so she's demoted again >now she's a supervisor on the factory floor >long hours, mostly standing around and watching other people work >ups her caffeine intake- energy drinks cost fewer meal points than soda, so she starts drinking those more >now she's also starting to stress-eat >but she wants to maintain a semi-healthy lifestyle, so she sells off her apartment (not like she was using it, spending so much time at work) to buy enough meal points >also starts an affair with her manager to hopefully avoid further demotion and get some meal points >moves into a one-room company apartment in the facility, meaning she's no longer walking to work >she's now decently pudgy and losing muscle tone rapidly >constantly tired, eating more, somewhat worse diet, getting sick more (worse working conditions), worse complexion, her knees are killing her >one day, she's so sleep-deprived she falls asleep at her station >something goes wrong >now she's in for another corporate review >her ass is on the line again >tries to get her manager to help, but he doesn't find her too attractive any more and is done with it >she threatens to spill the beans on their affair, but it's the word of an efficient factory manager with a spotless record vs. a disgraced floor supervisor with two demotions in two years >with her past record, she's demoted down to the factory floor >floor workers don't get room rights, just one of those Japanese hotel pod things >her room stuff is put into storage, which the company charges her for, sucking up the last of her savings >she's forced to rely on the regular fast food >eventually, her meal points are low enough where she has to start buying the substandard stuff >it's cheap, but it's not filling, nutritionally bankrupt, and nowhere near safe >hours are longer than ever, she's basically living on energy drinks and mystery meat >her health begins to decline, unlike her waistline >this could go in plenty of directions—acne, BO, muscle atrophy, cavities, osteoporosis, heart disease, diabetes, IBS... >of course, being the future, the company doctor would be able to patch her up... in exchange for a few more years on her contract >knowing them, they'd do it in a way that keeps her alive & working, but wouldn't fully resolve the issue >eventually, she fucks up again, this time in a minor way >but it's bad enough she's sent to the rendering level >all day, sorting through blood and guts and offal >she's reduced to eating the sludge, fucked-up side effects from all the medical waste & cattle hormones in there >and because it's like half friar grease, she's really blimping up >one day, she has an epiphany and realizes she's hit rock bottom >something inside her snaps, so she flips out and starts trashing shit >doesn't get far, arrested by security >as punishment, she's sent to the R&D lab... And that's it.

First time trying to write one >Rich girl hires you to massage her >Spoiled and has everything automated and done for her >Still craves a real touch over machines >You arrive, greeted by swarm of drones >Open the door >She's massive, dominating the penthouse >In shimmering simulated holodress blowing in an nonexistent breeze >She has her vr headset pulled off and she's drinking a syrup from a tube >Has oxygen feed to even breathe >Perfect skin a telltale sign of nanomachine health arguments >Her tits weigh more than you, belly past her feet, butt piling up behind her >Has an huge, yet undersized hoverbra and belly supporters to not crush herself >Still nearly completely pinned by herself >Bigger than any hover supports you've seen, but she's overflowing them >Getting milked, two tubes pump a steady stream of thick cream >She can barely see past herself >Her eyes go up and down your body taking in your muscular form >The holoclothes vanish, leaving her naked >You start with a belly massage >Oiling down her fat body >Unable to even feel anything past the feet of fat insulating her >Reach into her folds and bellybutton >Move to her thighs and calves, occasionally feel a little atrophied muscle to work >Feet are like small pillows sinking into her cankles >Likely haven't supported her weight ever, even toes are fat >Painted perfect nails she would never see with her own eyes >She's ticklish and you tease her a bit, all she can do is squirm her toes >She retracts the feeding tube and tells you off >You smile and obey, coming up to her tits, Another useless mass of fat >Massaging them forces more milk out and she moans >Take your time, making sure you cover everything with attention >Her shoulders are buried in fat, arms have barely any muscle >She can barely lift them herself, and rely on a holo display her hands rest on >Her hands are being overtaken by her armfat, too fat to even make a fist >Her face is gorgeous, make up isn't a holosim, but real >She's sweating >Fat flushed cheeks and chins, and shiny, straight hair in a pink dyed bob >Cute wide eyes squinting and thick lips pouting from her plush face >You massage her nonexistent neck, hearing her neck pop >Can she even turn her head herself? >You run your hand down her cheek >Her glare melts slightly >She tries to lift an arm to bat you away, but it only shifts a few inches >Sighs and has the tube slide back into her mouth, ice cream pouring down it this time >You go to her back, stepping over some other tubes >Digging into her back you manage to work what little muscle is there >Her twin mounds of ass behind her get a rubdown too >Glutes completely untouchable behind the feet of fat >You ask if she was pleased with the massage >She haughtily asks if that's all >You smirk >You reach over and grab the controls from her >She can't see exactly what you're doing >Tease your cock in her oiled belly button >She starts whining, you force the syrup tube back in her mouth >She can't bring herself to fight it, she wasn't eating for minutes >You have a drone hold up her belly and you start digging for her pussy >Her mound is the size of a mobile woman's belly >You plunge your hand in, pulling the toys in it. >They were on. >She's far too fat to even try to kick you away. >You just have your way with her >Her breathing gets faster and more ragged >This is probably the most intense exercise than she's had in a long time >It feels so good, she wants to moan, but keeps guzzling down the frozen sugar >She reaches for the emergency override controls >She's never used them before, and they were installed when she was sitting up more >She manages to shove her arm forward >Her fingers brush against the buttons, but she can't quite see >An extra hard thrust sends a fatquake through her, and her arm slips back and away from it >She can't do anything but ride the waves of pleasure running through her >You remind her how helpless she is by lifting her belly a little more >It it rolls back against her chest, pinning her against her assfat >You feel her finish, suffocating under her own weight. >Let her relish in it, and lower her belly a little so she can breathe again. >Stuff her toys back in. >Browse menus and pay yourself. >Find toy controls and turn them up to the max >Place the controls on her cleavage, making sure she can see them. >Take a pillow and cover the emergency override with it. >Blow her a kiss, promising you'll be back tomorrow.

Does anyone remember the story some guy wrote on "Writing.com" where the parents of an extremely fat girl hired a babysitter who would have sex with her because she'd been acting on her urges in school and the problem was getting out of control. So, the parents hired a babysitter to satisfy her urges? Two things 1- What happened to that story? 2- Would anyone be interested if it got picked back up? The original story had potential but felt like it was a bit too descriptive and took too long to say anything noteworthy. I have some ideas of my own about it.

>>108 Wish there were a genderbent version of this.

>>108 It's right here https://www.writing.com/main/view_item/item_id/2094570-The-Special-Babysitter-Chapter-1

This is darker than most of my stuff, but had an idea: High Class, to White Trash. Three characters: Mom, Jock Daughter, Nerd Daughter. A rich family from the big city. Mom is a 40 year old trophy wife of a wealthy executive, exercises a ton, has a fair amount of work done to look like she's still 20. Think Kate Beckinsale. Jock daughter is a 19 year old college volley ball player, state champ for years, super fit but really stacked, lots of instagram followers, sports illustrated modeling jobs lined up, blonde+blue eyed. Think young kate Upton. Nerd daughter is short, super smart, assertive, self confident and moral, brown eyes, freckles, very svelte. College Senior, full ride scholarship to Ivy League lined up at the start of senior year, ardent feminist, openly bisexual, proudly atheist, going to have the world at her finger tips. Think Emma Watson. Nerd daughter discovers Dad is doing super illegal shit and blows the whistle. Nerd, Jock and Mom are put into witness protection, getting moved to a small town in the south with a depressed economy, shitty schools, no gyms, lots of fast food, ultra conservative culture and sky high obesity rates. They're moved from a big McMansion to a double wide trailer, from each having a BMW to sharing two crappy old toyotas. Mom's from old money, she never had a real job besides being a model years earlier, she gets placed at a fast food restaurant. At first every one's marveling a this ultra hotty and her manager is giving her the easiest shifts and duties. Without all her expensive beauty treatments middle age catches up with her: forehead lines and crows feet when her botox wears off, lips get thinner due to no collagen injections, roots coming in gray that she covers with a cheap dye job that looks like shit. Not quite so hot anymore, she starts having to do more work. Mom tries to keep up with yoga but the budget has to stretch, meaning she's bringing home fast food a lot and after double or triple shifts stops exercising from being tired and stressed out. Spends money they don't have on smokes that make her look older and her teeth yellower. Starts drinking due to despair and all of that combined means she starts gaining pretty quick without her personal trainer/boy toy, highly unflattering gain: door jammer hips, bean bag thighs, sagging lower belly, upper arms, shoulder hump. As she gets less and less attractive, she starts getting more and more shifts which means she gets fatter and fatter. Jock Daughter gets a job as a waitress at a greasy spoon, frustrated and bored, dudes aren't up to her standard and poverty sucks. Other waitress suggest she get a job as a dancer at the strip club near the army base, which Jock gets easily. She's a mega hotty surrounded by a bunch of heavier, uglier girls, starts earning a ton of money from her dances. Starts dating hottest guy in town, handsome son of club owner and local crime boss. She's real fucking snooty about how hot she is, telling him its a privilege to let him fuck her and how this is a temporary little fling until she goes back to being rich. Other girls plan revenge: Dancers get a beer a night, other girls pool all of their beer to her and she starts drinking pretty heavily. With no gym, no trainer and no nutritionist to keep her photo ready, plus the fast food mom is bringing home, Jock starts getting out of shape and gain weight. Loses her abs, boobs get saggier, some jiggle on her ass. Brings in less tips, less crowds, gets lazier, starts to drink more, gets past the maximum weight for dancing. No dancing means no exercise at all and she starts getting chubby. Lucky for her, Handsome Criminal has a gaining fetish. Jock starts blowing the fuck up, Criminal takes her on big fast food binges before sex and keeps her drunk half the day. She mutters drunkenly about how she's gonna be the SI rookie of the year and all the instagram followers she's gonna get when she gets back to civilization and back in shape. He tells her that instead she'll never lose weight, says she'll get too fat even for drink pit and be moved to kitchen duty within a month. If he wins, she moves in with him. If she wins, she gets a thousand bucks a week that the family really needs. Jock completely fails to get into shape, exercise sucks ass now and she can't diet to save her life. Keeps blowing up, none of the weight going to her now floppy boobs. she gets a big ole gut and a huge ass, too fat to serve drinks much less dance. Moves in with the criminal and gets goddamn huge and super unhealthy: high blood pressure, bad joints and diabetes. Still claims she's going to get into shape, even though her guts too big to be fucked from the front. She gets fucked doggy style every night after being funnel fed chocolate sauce and heavy cream, watching old videos of her self playing volley ball and doing exercises, bragging about how easy it is to stay fit. Nerd daughter is suddenly in a shitty southern school: no computers, text books falling apart, fucked up local laws are that girls can't take math or science classes, no girls clubs save future christian mothers, no girl's sports but cheer leading (and they're all kinda fat). Gets bullied a lot by flabby cheer leaders jealous of her looks, hit on constantly by the town jock foot ball players, teachers hate her because she believes in evolution and the south losing the civil war, at home jock sister blames her for them being in this shitty town, Mom defends her but Nerd can tell mom blames her inside. Can only skype her girlfriend once a week due to security. Starts to stress eat, gets a chubby little tummy, a butt and much bigger boobs and can't afford many new clothes, popping out of her old ones. Mean girls tease her that she's knocked up and is going to be a drop out teen mom. Stress eats more, gets chubbier. Nerd girl has ADHD that responds really well to treatment and a medical condition where her hormones are absolutely nuts when not on birth control. Shitty southern state lets the pharmacist refuse to hand out birth control for unmarried women when she needs to up her birth control prescription on friday. Snaps and chews out the pharmacist, who bans her from the store, meaning no ADHD meds either. Jock sister, only a little chubby at this point, had taken the only sort of dependable car to a bachelors party for a long weekend, won't be back until monday afternoon. Has to wait to go to another town and get a fresh prescription. By monday morning nerd's hormones are making her go fucking psycho horny. Shitty internet makes long range co-mutual masturbation with girlfriend not enough. Fucks half the foot ball team and half the mean girls too by noon, caught by the principal sucking off the chubby head cheer leader while she rides the quarter back. Suspended, has to go to horrible mega church three days a week and teach sunday school lessons about how a woman's place is in the home. Church fucking sucks, teaching this bullshit really grates on her. Pastor's shy, chubby son is a secret atheist and sympathizes with her...she fucks him on the altar. Month passes...period doesn't come, ankles swelling, morning sickness, breasts tender. Uh oh. Tests positive on prego test. When she asks girlfriend to mail her abortion pill girlfriend dumps her. Tries to hide it in school, still a little thinner than average girl but her boobs and belly expand really quick. Out grows sister's bras, all her clothes (even mom's out grown uniforms) at the waist, feet too swollen for her shoes, starts leaking and has to skip school. Pastor's son offers her help, trip to PP and money...but his dad over hears her saying she's pregnant and thinks the kid is his sons. Tells principal, automatic expulsion for pregnancy. Pastor tries to push her into a shot gun marriage with his son. No longer trophy wife mom tells her daughter to take it. Its the best she can hope for, the Feds dropped the charges on dad and they'll never get to go home again. Shot gun marriage, nerd is bare foot and pregnant with triplets, husband is a vice pastor at the church meaning she has to keep her mouth shut or be kicked out of the church house they're given. Gets damn huge from pregnancy cravings, over a hundred pounds in 9 months. Untreated ADHD, mood swings, prego brain means she fails her attempt to take the GED. Gives birth to three boys, becomes exhausted single mother who doesn't lose a pound, barely sleeps. Wants to get a job, pastor's son says he'd lose his job if she wasn't a house wife. Kids grow up a bit, are uncontrollable monsters bouncing off the walls all the time. Nerd gets continuously fatter, boobs are super floppy, she barely sleeps and is 23 and looks 35, weighs 350 pounds. They find and destroy all of her books (not that she's read in years). Pastor's son isn't attracted to her anymore, they rarely have sex.But kids are going to school at last, she can get her life back together... Instead meets Mom and Ex-Jock for buffet lunch. None of them are recognizable, Mom's given up and gone totally grey, ass so big it gets caught in doors. Ex-Jock has a gut to her ankles and has to use a mobility scooter to get from her car to the seat. Ex-Nerd has un-bra'd boobs laying down to her hips and a vacant expression. They gorge and assuage themselves the others look worse, wind up getting stuck in the booth. Buffet TV is showing a show about disppeared persons, episode is about them. Interviews Mom's exhusband (remarried to a twenty year old), Jock's team mates (they made it to the olympics) and Nerds old girlfriend (best selling author). Shows picture of them dressed to the 9s for award ceremony for Nerd, asks anyone who's seen them to call a number for a reward. They decide they're better off with everyone not knowing what they became.

So there are a few stories I've read online in the past but can't seem to find them anymore. Wonderd if anyone may be able to help. First one was on dimensons way back, it was about a woman who receives some gift and she's not suposed to open it till Christmas. When she does, she wakes up on a beach made of sugar and gets super fat..... as in within the story it's mentiond that she gets misstook for a beached whale. Another was from god knows what site but it was pretty sick. It sort of started like a nightmare on elm street rip off where this kid finds dream Demons or whatever and they give him the power to make girls fat, he starts with his mum by accident and she notes her skirt is tight, then makes his sister chubby before making anyone and everyone chubby Third story was on deviantart. There was a couple that wernt so hot with eachother anymore but the guy brings home somthing called gut butter or somthing from the supermarket. He tries it, dosnt like it, but his wife loves it and ends up eating tons of it. Over time getting more plump and sensual as their romance rekindles. It's weird to say but it was actually just a nice story all around. No pun intended, but it was just kinda sweet, believable and verry vanilla haha. Basically just a story about a woman that finds butter addictive and eventually puts on weight

>>222 Fucking amazing.

Having some ideas from watching the Twilight zone. * a sexy and thoroughly evil model/actress sabotages her rivals with weight gain pills while trying to fight off some weight gain that's been creeping up as she nears 30. Opens with her dosing an up and comer model with the weight gain pills, permanently ruining her metabolism. She's just been told she can get the big cover if she can drop 15 lbs...only to get into a car accident. She wakes up in the afterlife, being told that she can accept what's coming to her (hell) or get to replay her life from the age of 18 in an attempt to become a better person. Taking option B, she wakes up just after graduating high school with her first photo shoot coming up in a month. First go around she'd exercised hard for it, this time around she's so busy partying her peak body has gotten chubby from all the cheap beer. She shows up over weight and hung over to the shoot and acting like she's already a big shot and winds up getting black listed from the industry. Given she'd failed to ever apply herself in school, marrying rich is her only hope. She manages to grab a geeky nerd from next door that she knows grows up to found a software company and marry him quick. But back at 29 she'd had her tubes tied and here she she's got a 18 year old's fertility. She gets knocked up quick, he drops out of school and never founds his company, she winds up married to a loser, increasingly obese and poor, having peaked at 18. She pleads for a third chance, begging to have her old life back... And wakes up in a hospital bed. She's been in a coma for nearly a year. She's immensely happy to not be fat and poor...only to be told that due to medical bills etc she's now spectacularly in debt. And it turns out that her nurse was the mother of the competitor she'd just fattened up. And said nurse has been keeping her on an IV of that drug 24/7/365, while pumping her full of fatty nutrient sludge. She's now much, much fatter than she was in the dream...

Tried to write this a few times but hasn't worked out. Way bigger and more ambitious than I have time for! 1870s, Some Western Territory USA. Think steampunk/Wild Wild West. A brilliant young engineer from Boston gets the commission of a lifetime to build a railroad bridge over a river gorge in the middle of nowhere. It’s a huge challenge and has the potential to make him wealthy and put him at the top of his profession. He moves himself and his new wife out to the small mining town near the site where they’re given a huge house, servants, etc. However they're isolated, and the town and the company who hired him are corrupt so there’s a lot of politics and other complications. Plus the local Indian tribe was pushed out of the gorge for the project and supposedly put a curse on it, which spooks the local labor pool. The wife gets pregnant and there are complications, as she’s sickly to begin with, extremely small and fragile. Stressed and distracted as he starts work on the bridge, he finds himself at the town saloon a lot, blowing off steam. There he finds himself becoming slightly obsessed with the barmaid, a hugely buxom SSBBW married to the owner. He also makes friends with the other fish-out-of-water in town, a New York merchant. He’s an FA and brags about his fat wife back home while hitting on the barmaid constantly and screwing the fattest whores in town. The wife dies during premature childbirth and it’s looking grim for the baby as well, a boy. The call goes out for a wet-nurse and it turns out the barmaid was pregnant so she gets the gig. This keeps the baby alive for a few days while doctors are summoned. None are optimistic but the baby seems to get better thanks to her constant nursing. The engineer and the barmaid talk and he finds out she’s worried because her husband disappeared a week before, took all their money and left her in debt. The engineer offers to pay her debts and let her have her baby at his house, and subsequently take care of her and her family for as long as it takes for his son to be viable. With no other options she agrees and moves into the house. Shortly after the barmaid gives birth to a daughter. Her other daughters (7 and 10) are hugely fat like their mom, and the engineer is disgusted by all of them and their slovenly, gluttonous ways. He hires a nanny in the meantime, hoping to get rid of them ASAP, but month after month, each time they try to wean his son off the barmaid he immediately falters, almost dying a few times. The best doctors are called in, from further and further away for more and more money and yet none can explain it. Not only can the son only survive on breastmilk, but it has to be the barmaid’s milk and only from her breast. He can’t drink it if it’s bottled or in anyway removed from her. Meanwhile the bridge keeps getting delayed over and over by red tape and weird accidents. The engineer desperately wants to go back home to Boston but he only gets his (huge) bonus once the project is finished so he’s stuck. If he abandons the project his reputation is ruined and he’ll be broke. Years go by and the engineer takes commissions in other places to make money during the many lengthy delays with the bridge, so he's away for much of the time. The 4 children are raised by nannies and tutors though none stay long because the barmaid becomes jealous and fires them, or they leave on their own accord because of the weirdness of the situation. The son is now 8 and has never managed to wean from the barmaid. The engineer has all but given up on any kind of medical intervention and has become a bitter alcoholic. As a last straw, though he’s an atheist and skeptic he decides to meet with an Indian spiritual healer, who tells him he has to quit the bridge project if he’s gonna free himself and his son. He’s not sure what to believe anymore but has to finish the project now to pay off his debts and start clean so that’s not an option. In the meantime the barmaid has doubled in size while stuck in the house all these years and while still in okay health she’s starting to have mobility issues. She’s so fat the engineer has to figure out elaborate machines and contraptions to help her get around. His merchant friend, intrigued by her for sexual reasons, helps design and commission these devices. The barmaid’s daughters are very much following in her footsteps weight-wise. Isolated in the house, they start to engage with the son and each other sexually. Meanwhile their mother is screwing around with the gardener, a local handyman, and the merchant friend. She also starts getting sexual feelings for the son and begins grooming him. (continued)

>>369 Four years later, just as the bridge is completed, the engineer dies of alcohol poisoning. The long-awaited bonus goes to the son in trust and the merchant — the son's godfather and trustee — makes the barmaid his guardian. He’s still dependent on her as he’s never been able to eat or drink anything else but her breastmilk, but she’s grown so enormous her health is starting to go and she’s virtually immobile. The devices that were built to make her viable can only do so much, and attempts to force her to lose weight fail, as the merchant friend has been feeding her despite knowing he’s killing her by doing so. She’s also having a sexual relationship with the pubescent son, teaching him “how to be a man.” The barmaid’s older daughter is now 22, mature and very intelligent but a hugely obese, mildly depressed agoraphobic. Still, she’s taken over the running of the household. The middle daughter (19) is dumb and immature but happy, even fatter as a compulsive binger who has to be kept away from the kitchen or else she’ll eat herself to death. The youngest daughter (12) is also massive and has become the son’s de facto girlfriend. She’s manipulative like her mother and may be mentally ill. The son is a prodigy and is starting to realize how horrible and twisted his situation is. However he’s devoted to the barmaid as well as her daughters as they’re the only family he’s known. He also realizes the barmaid is getting fatter by the day, her days numbered, and if she dies, he’ll die too without his only food source. The oldest daughter realizes this as well, and knows that if the son is gone his money will go to the closest blood relative and she and her sisters will have nothing. And so after many years of rejecting the merchant's advances, she seduces him and he impregnates her. 3 months along she convinces the son to try nursing with her and it works. This makes the mother jealous but there’s little she can do in her condition, and so continues to manipulate the son and merchant as best she can sexually to get what she wants and needs. A few months later the mother dies while having sex with the merchant, killing him as well. They were using a special machine he’d had built that allowed her to be on top of him but it fails and he’s crushed while she’s smothered by her own fat. Shortly after that, a servant accidentally leaves the kitchen unlocked and the middle daughter breaks in and eats herself to death. Then the youngest daughter becomes jealous of the arrangement between the son and her oldest sister and plots to kill her, not caring what happens to the son. The oldest daughter figures this out in time and has her sent away to an asylum, leaving just herself and the son in the house. Her child is stillborn and it’s ambiguous whether she had a hand in it. Six years later the son is 17 and about to receive his inheritance. Besides that, a huge vein of silver has been discovered on some nearby property his father owned and with both windfalls he’s about to become fabulously wealthy. He and the oldest daughter now have a sexual relationship but more out of convenience than real affection. The son is frustrated by their situation, as he wants to leave, to go to college and travel the world. But besides being agoraphobic, the oldest sister is immensely fat now like her mother was and can’t travel. Insisting she should give her youngest sister a second chance and reunite their "family," the son convinces the older sister to arrange for the girl to be released from the asylum and come home. She at first appears "cured," serene and grateful and doesn’t seem to harbor any ill will. The asylum regulated her diet and so she’s plump but not enormous like the older sister, who's jealous of her for that reason and others. This intensifies as the and the son soon pick up their close childhood relationship. In the meantime gains a lot of weight quickly, with the son’s encouragement, and when she becomes pregnant the older sister realizes what's happening. She tries to kill her little sister in her sleep, but is overpowered and killed instead. The son and the youngest sister cover it up by making it look like a suicide and the little sister, last living member of their family, takes over feeding him. The son gets his inheritance, they marry, and she has a daughter. The son now wants to move back East ASAP and begin a new life but his bride convinces him to stay for various reasons. She’s now massively fat herself and embarrassed of it, afraid of what outsiders will think of her. They argue and the son threatens to leave her and take their daughter. She tries to kill him but he fights her off and accidentally kills her instead. Guilty, he allows himself to be arrested for manslaughter and assumes he’ll die without her milk. However he tries some food in jail and manages to keep it down, thus discovering he’s no longer tied to anyone. With the help of expensive lawyers he beats the rap and goes back East. There he leaves his daughter with relatives, travels for a while, settles back in Boston and tries to attend college but he can’t adapt to normal society. Despite his status as a very eligible bachelor, he's uninterested in the women he meets or people in general. He goes through great lengths to find obese, lactating prostitutes as that’s the only thing that will make him happy, though none are fat enough for him and/or are lacking in other ways. Traveling in Egypt, he meets a pimp who tells him about a tribe in the Maghreb that fattens up their women to immense size and then sells them as concubines. He arranges to go there and buy several, his plan to take them to a remote island and recreate his childhood. But it’s a difficult, dangerous journey and he’s double-crossed by his guide, sold to the tribe as a slave himself. Eventually he convinces the head of the tribe that he’s wealthy enough to buy his freedom many times over and tricks him into arranging his own rescue. When the mercenaries come, he has them kill the head of the tribe and becomes the leader himself, thus attaining a harem with scores of huge women of all kinds. End.

a female lawyer who is a pathological liar runs afoul of a witch who cruses her now whenever she lies or doesn't tell the truth she gains 10 pounds i got the idea from a Stephen king story thinner i had an idea that to add a sense of danger that it could be implied that if she doesn't find a way to break the curse she'll keep getting fatter until she explodes i don't know how it should end with her exploading or with breaking the cruse but now she's so fat she's immobile

>>377 i had an idea that in the story she is handling a career making case where she representing a girl who is suing a fast food chain for getting fat eating their food (this is based on real case that happened) which could make her as a lawyer

Here's an oldie but a goodie: a guy or a girl getting fattened up to be eaten. Imagine some monstrous couple or group of cannibals move next door to a girl and befriend her. They gradually start filling her life with food: inviting her over for dinner, making her snacks and treats and meals, that sort of thing. Eventually she grows enormously fat, and her neighbors mention that they're getting ready to cook a "special dish" that they only make every so often. The girl drools and licks her lips, saying she can't wait; all their food has been amazing so far, and she's eager to try this new dish. Her neighbors chuckle darkly and give her belly rolls a squeeze, saying they can't wait, either.

>You’re an effeminate fat boy with a particularly wide ass >You endure constant teasing from your classmates for your blubbery, bloated figure >It’s humiliating and painful, but you endure it all the same >However, things start to change after winter break >You don’t know if it’s the extra pounds you’ve packed on, or just sheer bad luck >Your teachers are starting to get in on the fun >They make you stay after class for sessions of poking, fondling, and frisking >You try and keep your head down, but after your gym teacher tries to fuck you, you decide that enough is enough >You waddle up to your rich parents and detail the entire situation, panting and sweating all the while >You can see in their eyes that they’re skeptical, but they agree to pull you from school and hire a private tutor >However, your plan ultimately backfires >Since your career-oriented parents are almost always out of the house, it leaves your tutor with more opportunities to do even lewder things to you

A spoilef young (could be underage) bratty, fat daughter of some rich American corporation is living in Africa, in a mansion comfortably. She's involved in some whitewash refugee camp business, enjoying the luxury while Africans around her are starving. They revolt, tearing her pampered, now almost immobile body to pieces.

https://www.deviantart.com/thatguyman8/art/Fatiosa-PART-1-Furiosa-WG-Mad-Max-Fury-Road-562986287

>>485 Wow, good shit.

>>485 I don't normally write about fat males but this inspired me... Check it out: “This is gonna be good.” Coach Tennyson’s first period PE class was a rowdy, rambunctuous bunch but now it was quiet enough to hear the proverbial pin drop. That is except for the sounds I made as I trudged towards the start line: the shuffling of my sneakers on the parquet floor, my asthmatic breathing and the whisper of my huge, flabby thighs rubbing against one another. Little did the other boys know about the rash I had going on between them, my anxiety causing me to sweat even more than usual. “Come on, pick it up Perry!” the coach barked. “Yeah, don’t keep us waiting,” Rob Kenicki added. “The suspense is killing us.” Rob was the class Alpha and a dozen boys laughed and cheered, as they did at everything he said. “Hey nice ass, P-Lo!” another wag shouted. “Don’t tire yourself out just getting there!” Indeed I was a particular target not just because I’m fat — there were other big boys in the school — but the way I wore my excess weight. See I’m the first to admit my physique is downright freakish in its fulsome femininity, soft and round with narrow shoulders and a slight chest, though with sizeable breasts that are far too round and pendulous to pass for pecs. Further down I carry a low hanging belly that even then was almost too big to hold with both hands, and ballooning love handles behind me. All of it forms a single, low-hanging ring of flab that surrounds my midriff like a giant, flabby life raft. Below that I’m even bigger — much bigger — with wide hips, thunderous thighs, and gigantic buttocks. In fact if one had to pick a single part of my anatomy where I pack the most pounds, it’s always been my rear end. There was no hiding it whatever I wore, as even in a long, roomy overcoat. But in too-small gym shorts (the largest size was an XXL) and an oversized yellow t-shirt that lay slack on my shoulders and wouldn’t stay down around my “spare tire,” I hardly looked like a 15-year-old boy at all. What I resembled most was a fat, pear-shaped woman. Suffice it to say, the first semester at YZ Academy had been brutal for me, and I’m the type of fat boy who eats when I’m stressed. I’d already been getting bigger by the week, but then winter break had me at home all day stuffing my face non-stop. I had no idea how much weight I’d gained but I was feeling every ounce of it — and obviously showing it. “Looks like you added some junk in the trunk, Perry!” “Does he have cellulite on his legs now?” “Fucking disgusting…” There were no more catcalls once I finally arrived at the starting line, the anticipation among the other boys keeping them silent. No one knew what would happen — including myself — as jumping six hurdles was an absurd challenge for someone my size, particularly with my ungainly shape and pathetic fitness level. “Wait for my signal,” Coach Tennyson insisted, placing his whistle between his lips. I felt sweat drip down my face, my chest, my stomach, my thighs now slick with it. I tried to mimic how the other boys stood when they were waiting at the line but my legs were too fat, my center of gravity too low to crouch. Instead I stumbled a bit and the boys screamed with laughter, Coach Tennyson yelling at them to shut up. At last he blew the whistle and I willed my body forward, my legs like lead-filled pillows as I struggled to push them past one another. I could feel my gigantic ass wobbling, my stomach bouncing, my love handles shaking themselves free from my shirt. My breasts jiggled as well and I reflexively put up one hand to steady them, the other waving around effeminately beside me. Yet no matter the effort I knew I was hardly moving faster than walking speed, and I immediately began to feel out of breath before I was even halfway to the first hurdle. The boys cheered me on — GO GO GO —my body radiating heat now, sweat shaking off me in drops, and I couldn’t help but emit little quivery yelps as I felt my slack, scant muscles burn, surging with lactic acid. The hurdle was at waist-height and I knew I couldn’t jump it, as I couldn’t jump at all, not even an inch. I decided I would just charge through it — if I even made it there. Coach Tennyson kept yelling “Faster!” but I could feel myself slowing down even more, my huge ass like an anchor I was lugging along behind me. Finally at that first hurdle I put my hand out to push it down, but I couldn’t see past my belly so I misjudged the base on the floor, tripping over it instead. I fell into the upright part, feeling my ass push me forward and down with its relentless inertia. I landed on my chest and scraped my chin but otherwise seemed to be okay. The other boys were roaring with laughter, literally rolling on the ground, with Coach Tennyson only making half-hearted attempts to silence them. “Come on, Perry!” he hollered, now striding towards me. “You didn’t even make an attempt!” I was trying to get up but I was now tangled in the hurdle itself, pinning me down. My chest was holding down the crossbar with the base holding down my sprawling ass as while my arms flailed and my thighs shifted uselessly. It took a ridiculously long time for Tennyson to get me up and he was even more furious after it, angry enough to threaten the other boys (still hooting and hollering) with detention if they didn’t shut the fuck up. “You’re a total disgrace!” Tennyson growled at me. “Look at you — you look like one of my wife’s fat friends!” I didn’t know what to do — apologize? So I just kept my head down and waited for it to be over. “Go back to the locker room and wait for me,” he ordered.

>>573 I waddled off in red-faced, perspiring shame, though secretly glad I’d have a chance to shower and get dressed by myself rather than with the other boys. Towards the end of the previous semester they’d started a horrible ritual of taunting me while they slapped, grabbed, and jiggled my fat, in the showers and at the lockers. It never went on long, Tennyson always pushing class long enough where we barely had time before the bell, but still it was the worst part of my day. Besides being alone, I was happy to be able to take my time for once. I was basted in sweat, and my anxiety had released all kinds of foul odors. As the fattest boy in school I was overly conscious of not smelling bad and I couldn’t imagine going through the rest of the day in the state I was in. I’d just started soaping myself up when I heard voices and froze with dread. “Having fun, Perry Pig?” It was Rob and three other boys, Clay, Keith, and Ryan, at the entry, towels around their taut, athletic waists. “Yeah, Tennyson sent us to the showers early, too,” Rob said. “What a shame for us all to miss gym class like that, huh?” “Guys, no…” I begged, but they were already coming towards me. “Nice job out there,” Clay sneered. “Entertaining at least,” Keith added. “I can’t believe how much fatter you got,” Ryan said. “Let me touch that big thang of yours…” I tried to move away but of course I was too slow. He leaned in and gave my left cheek a hard slap with the back of his hand that sent the rest of me jiggling. “Look at that jelly move!” Rob laughed, moving in from the other side and grabbing the love handle on the other side. “Slippery when wet,” Clay joked, giving the other one a poke. In the meantime Keith and Ryan had come around in front of me and Keith pulled my nipples with both hands. I smacked them away and he snarled and slapped me in the face, while Ryan reached under my stomach, lifting it and letting it slap back down. “Jesus, it weighs a ton — who knew fat weighed so much?” he marveled. Clay and Rob were now working in tandem pushing my ass in alternate directions, making it flow back and forth like water in a tub, laughing so hard they could hardly breathe. “Stop it! Stop!” I cried, hearing how high and pathetic my voice was. I was trying to fight them off now, waving my arms around blindly, but I was so weak they just pushed my hands away and laughed harder. Then I felt one of them shove his fingers into my crack and it so startled me I lost my balance and fell on the ground. This time I landed on my ass but because it was so big and soft I was bruised but not seriously hurt. Still, it was quite dramatic, with all the splashing water and my blubber shaking and bouncing in all directions. It took seconds for me to stop wobbling. “Whoah, he almost went through the floor!” Keith said with a laugh. He went at me again but Rob stopped him. “Wait,” Rob said, then grabbed a bottle of shampoo and squirted it all over me and around me. “Let’s watch him try and get up.” “Oh my god, epic,” Clay cackled as they all moved back. Indeed as I put my hand on the floor it slipped and I flopped down onto my side with more jiggling. “He’s ridiculous!” “Where’s his cock?” “He doesn’t have one!” On my side, with my stomach on the floor beside me I realized they could see my FUPA, the big pad of fat over my privates that were usually hidden by my belly. It was so bloated it did actually cover my dick — in fact I had to lift it to use the bathroom, as otherwise the pee would dribble all over it. I managed to turn myself over onto my front but the floor was now slick with shampoo and I couldn’t hope to get myself up, so I just flailed around wallowing in my own blubber, splashing and gasping. “What the hell is going on???” It was Tennyson, screaming louder than I’d ever heard him. The other boys jumped. “You faggots go put your clothes on and get out of my sight!” he bellowed. “And you, Perry, come to my office! You’re the most disgusting thing I’ve ever seen.” Alone again, I managed to pull myself to the drain pipe, and slowly, with ridiculous effort, I managed to get up to my feet and rinse off. The boys were all gone by the time I dried off and got dressed again. I went to Tennyson’s office, where he was waiting for me. “You were no athlete before Christmas,” he said, calmer now, leaning on his desk. “But since you came back you’re just ridiculous.” I shrugged. What was there to say? “You can’t help being built like a damn woman but you can help what goes in your mouth, right?” He waited for an answer so I nodded yes, because of course that was true. “I recommend you go on a serious diet,” he continued. “And in the meantime, I’ll show some mercy and allow you to stop making a mockery of my class.” I perked up now, as that was the best news I’d heard all year. “But first you’ve gotta do something for me…” He was pulling his shorts down before I even knew what was happening, but when he pulled the fly on his briefs open I figured it out well enough. I didn’t care, it seemed a small price to pay, and the rest of the day felt that much brighter knowing I’d be exempt from PE for the rest of the year.

>>574 My other classes went okay, except that I couldn’t help noticing how small the desks suddenly seemed. We had the old fashioned kind, wooden with the chairs attached, and while they’d been snug last semester now I could hardly stuff myself inside them. After my usual double lunch (secretly supplemented by sandwiches I’d brought from home) it became even more difficult, and I caught the other boys laughing and pointing at me as I literally had to push and pull my ass and belly into place. I was relieved to make it to last period — Social Studies. My teacher was Miss Fuentes and she was my favorite. I was a good student, the best in the class, and I’d always stay late for extra credit. I did enjoy history and geography but honestly it was mostly so I wouldn’t have to leave with the other boys. She seemed happy for the company and I liked helping her straighten up and organize her paperwork. As the last bell rang and the other boys rushed out, I dawdled and she closed and locked the door. She asked me about my chin and I told her I fell, which was technically true. “You’ve put on weight,” she observed with a broad grin, giving me a playful poke in the belly. “I see you barely fit into your chair now.” I was embarrassed beyond belief that she’d noticed my weight gain, having never mentioned my size before. It didn’t help that Miss Fuentes was small and lean and I felt like an elephant next to her. And though she was older — my mom’s age — she was very attractive. “Do you like it?” she asked. I stared back in confusion — like it? Of course I didn’t. It was uncomfortable and embarrassing, and every pound I put on made it worse. “I mean, on some level you must,” she asserted. “Right?” She had her hands on my belly now, but gentle, barely touching it. I could smell her perfume. “I like it a lot, actually,” she whispered. Her hands drifted downward beneath the apron of stomach flab, held up by my polo shirt. Tucked into my trousers, with my belt tight like a tourniquet inside the crease where my bulging midriff met my hips, the shirt was like a bra, the only thing keeping my flabby belly from hanging down completely over my crotch. “So heavy!” she marveled, trying to lift it all. I watched her face flush and her nipples grow stiff beneath her blouse. She started pushing up one side and then the other, creating waves, and my hips, thighs, and love handles started moving as well, along with my fat ass of course. “My god, it’s like jelly,” she whispered. “Do you mind?” I did and I didn’t, and either way my silence was enough encouragement for her to keep going. “Take your pants off,” she said, backing up. I lifted my stomach and dug deep for my belt buckle, breathless for a second as my abdominal fat was pushed up into my lungs. I usually took it off laying down so it was quite the effort loosening it, though I was grateful for the relief. It was even better when I unbuttoned my pants, letting all that compressed flesh inside free. Given my shape I couldn’t let my trousers drop, but had to peel them off my hips and shimmy them over the great curve of my ass, and then pull them down my thighs — like a fat woman. It was exhausting. “Now your underwear.” I wore long-legged boxer briefs because of constant chafing between my thighs, and those were hardly easier to roll down. They were size 3XL but still snug, and I ripped the waistband in my haste to please Miss Fuentes. As I stepped out of both garments, one foot at a tme, I could feel all of my fat parts bounce and wobble. In fact I was shaking even beneath my fat as she approached, a hungry look in her eye. She then went down to her knees in front of me and peered between my thighs, up towards the lowest part of my now-free hanging stomach. “Where is it?” she asked, and at first I didn’t understand what she meant, but then she lifted my belly once more with a grunt and felt around with her free hand. “What if you sit down?” she suggested, lowering my belly and standing up again. I knew the answer — that it would be even worse, as my thighs would bulge together with my belly on top and it was totally buried — but I obliged nonetheless, letting her guide me to her chair. My shirt was still on so she stripped it off and I was now totally nude. My hips stuck out through the open armrests of her chair and I felt my lovehandles and huge ass pushing me foreward. Like with the student chairs, I barely fit. “My god, you’re so fat,” she gasped. “And look at this!” She was now at my side, pushing at my hips and ass, the pillowy parts that flowed out and over the arm rests. I then realized her other hand was down her pants, rubbing at her crotch. I sat still for several minutes, letting her play with my fat, until she started to moan, and then cry out. She pulled her hand out from her waistband and then covered my nose and mouth with it. I’d heard women’s privates smelled fishy but hers wasn’t like that, strong but more meaty and greasy, like a McDonald’s hamburger. I was totally revolted yet fascinated. “You should go,” she said, after leaning in to give me a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

>>575 I was in a strange state all the way home, like a dream. Once inside I didn’t even take off my shoes before I headed to the kitchen and began pulling boxes and bags of cookies and chips and cereal out of the pantry, as much as I could carry in both arms (it was handy using the shelf of my middle for that task) and then pulling a chair up to the refrigerator and eating and eating and eating until I was sure I’d burst, where I had to close my lips with my fingers to chew one final bite. But then I’d eat more, to where I could hardly breathe, where the upper part of my stomach was so distended it actually pulled up the much larger, flabbier lower part. I needed to get my pants off, feeling like I was gonna be suffocated by my belt, but I was so full I could hardly move, and when I did I heard the chair creak and then something snapped and I tumbled to the floor. I landed on my extremely well-padded hip so I just rolled over like a walrus, puking a big torrent of half-masticated food onto the floor beside me as I went. I was happy that now I could eat even more, and just stayed where I was, reaching what bags and boxes I could and stuffing myself til I had to spit out the last bite, lest I choke myself. It took hours for me to digest and recover enough to get off the floor, and I had to do so in stages, I was so exhausted. I binged all the time but rarely went so hard, and besides the pure physical strain of it on my system, I couldn’t help wondering how much fatter I’d made myself. I was so fat and heavy already I could hardly afford even one more pound and yet the way I was going it would be three or four more by next week, and then the week after, and the week after that. Soon I wouldn’t fit into the desks at all at school, and then what would I do? “Oh hi honey — let me just finish… this… up.” My mom was on her Bluetooth and I could hear her long nails tapping away at her laptop, though it was still before dawn in Singapore. “What’s up? How was first day of school?” she asked. “Fine,” I said. “But I’m bored. I think I’m too smart for XY Academy.” “Yeah, I was worried about that,” she sighed. “But I bought that house for you just so you’d be close enough to walk to it. You don’t want to move again, do you?” “No, I like it here.” I looked down at the disaster on the kitchen floor, wondering what I’d say to Lucia, the maid, when she arrived later to make me dinner. I had food and vomit on my shirt too, and my pants. “Well then…” “How about a tutor?” She paused and I heard more typing. She was an expert multitasker. “Hmm,” she said finally. “But won’t you miss your friends?” “I don’t have any friends.” “I’ll think about it.” “But mom —” “Sorry honey — that’s Saint Petersburg calling, gotta go.” She hung up. Lucia thought we’d been burgled but I told her I’d taken a nap after school, and that maybe I’d sleepwalked into the kitchen and destroyed it. She laughed, shook her head and then cleaned it all up. Then she made me dinner, a huge pot of her amazing chicken and rice. She told me she made the same amount for her whole family, though I was able to finish it by myself. Of course there were no sweets left in the kitchen, so Lucia ran out and bought me a gallon of dulce de leche ice cream for dessert. Lucia went back home after cleaning everything up and I took a bath, the jacuzzi tub that my mom had installed. It technically fit two people, or one of me. I loved being in the bath, as I didn’t feel as heavy. Fat is less dense than water and I’m mostly fat, so it makes sense. I tried to jerk off to the memory of the smell of Miss Fuentes’ pussy but I was still so full I couldn’t really reach over my belly and between my legs. It was frustrating and finally after exhausting myself I tried to squeeze my thighs together to create some friction, then rolled over so I could rub myself on the bench seat. Laying on my stomach I was very much aware how my ass floated above the soapy water, sort of bobbing around. It was like it was literally inflated and I liked the sensation a lot. I wanted to stick something up beneath those big balloon cheeks of mine but there was no way I could reach back there. It was hard enough cleaning my crack with my sponge on a stick. But imagining it was good enough, and with pushing my cock up against my FUPA, the pressure of my belly pushing down, I managed to orgasm, thinking of Miss Fuentes masturbating and then putting her wet hand over my face.

>>576 Weeks went on and I continued to gain weight. Mostly in my ass (as always), and my hips and thighs as well, but elsewhere too. I was both alarmed and fascinated by my tits, which were becoming big and bouncy enough for a bra. My love handles were also growing so swollen they were like a second ass, stacked on top of the original. I now walked with a full-on waddle, and when I caught my reflection in profile I realized I was leaning forward to balance out my rear end. Still I binged nearly every night and all day long on weekends. I wanted to stop, knowing I should, but I loved eating more than anything. The sensation of stuffing myself to the brim and then pushing in yet more food was as good as masturbation. In fact I started combining both activities, laying on my stomach and humping the floor while I used both hands to pack food into my face. Some days I swore I could actually watch myself getting bigger. A month into second semester I’d outgrown most of my clothes and got money from my mom to order new, larger stuff, preferably made out of stretchy material or at least pants with elastic waistbands. I bought a black vest to hide my tits, which were big enough to garner even more attention than my ass. Even with a belt, the only way I could wear my pants so was to pull them up over my belly and love handles, so the waistband was right at my chest. I knew I looked ridiculous but it was what I had to do. Miss Fuentes must have really regretted what she’d done that first day of the semester, because though she was still nice to me, she was all business when I stayed after. She did mention my weight, but seemed more concerned than turned on by it. Eventually she asked about my parents and I told her the truth, that my dad was dead and my mom traveled most of the year for work. I had plenty of money and help with chores, shopping and such but I was on my own, and I really preferred it that way. She told me I could come to her if I needed anything and I appreciated that. Besides my friendship with Miss Fuentes, not having to attend PE was another bright spot. I was in all advanced classes so now I only had to deal with Rob and his gang in the halls. They’d grab and poke at me but there was limited time between classes and at least I had my clothes on. But the issue with the desks was only becoming more accute. One day in math class I wedged myself in so tight I got stuck and needed help from the teacher, Mister Roth. He was fat himself but still pretty unsympathetic, and told me I was too much of a distraction, that I’d need to arrange for a separate desk and chair in all my classes. It shouldn’t have mattered, as I was already the school freak, but the idea of having to make that kind of arrangement really bothered me for some reason. I didn’t only “not fit in” at school — I literally didn’t FIT. “Hey honey, how was school?” “It was okay, but that’s what I wanted to talk about…” I heard my mom stop typing. “What’s up?” “It’s time for a tutor. I really can’t take it anymore. I’m just so bored, and they refuse to let me skip a grade.” “Okay, okay, you know what’s best,” she sighed. “Do you have anyone in mind?” “I’ll ask around,” I told her. Tuition at XY Academy was pretty expensive so the good news was that by dropping out I could probably hire whoever I wanted. The problem was that I didn’t know where to start — the Yellow Pages? The next day I was helping Miss Fuentes at the end of the day and decided to ask her if she wanted to consider it. I was sure my mom could afford more than she was making at XY Academy. She was the one person I could be honest with, about the desks, and everything else having to do with my weight. She never judged me, never told me I should diet. “Perry I’m flattered,” she said, smiling. “But I’m getting close to my pension here and frankly this is a good job. I can’t take off two years just to tutor one student — they’ll never allow it. Also I’m not really trained in other subjects, just English and Social Studies.” “I can teach myself,” I told her. “I just needs someone to administer the tests and log the assignments.” “Sorry, I really can’t. But I’ll ask around.” I was surprised when the next day she told me she’d found someone. “A good friend of mine, actually,” Miss Fuentes explained. “I thought of her right away but didn’t want to get your hopes up til I asked her. Anyway, she teaches at the public high school downtown and is desperate to leave. She wants to meet you tomorrow, if that’s okay.” It was more than okay, and I stayed home from school that day. Feeling like freedom was so close made going back to XY Academy that much harder.

>>577 Miss Wentworth surprised me at first glance, as I wasn’t expecting someone so fat. For some stupid reason I assumed that because Miss Fuentes was so thin her friends would be as well. But in fact Miss Wentworth was my size or perhaps a little bigger. It wasn’t as notable however because her enormous ass and hips made far more sense on a woman in her 40s, while on a teenage boy they were just freakish. But if I shocked her she didn’t show it, as perhaps Miss Fuentes had told her about my big, strange body. It embarassed me to imagine how she’d describe me, but excited me as well for some reason. Anyway we weren’t total mirror images however, as she was shorter than I and had a very large, matronly bosom, as opposed to my moderate-sized boobs (“moderate” for a woman, that is). She also had a thick double chin, neck rolls, and fat, jiggly jowls, unlike my face which was roundish but actually one of the leaner parts of my body. In fact from the neck-up I hardly looked fat at all. Despite her big boobs and overall womanly figure, there was something slightly mannish about her. Her hair was short, she wore very little makeup, and her outfit was a loose, shapeless sort of sweatsuit ensemble in dark green. She had a deep voice as well, that was somewhere between male and female. A good teacher’s voice, I supposed, as I felt myself paying attention to everything she said. “This is a really nice house,” she observed as I led her inside. “My mom makes a lot of money,” I explained. “And where is she?” “This week? Buenos Aires, I think.” I was oddly more self-conscious with another fat person than I was with someone slim like Miss Fuentes. Watching her waddle and listening to her heavy breathing made me more aware of my own. Her thighs rubbed together like mine and made similar sounds as well. When we sat down at the kitchen table our huge asses spread out wide in tandem and hung off the chairs, our weight making them creak. Lucia brought us drinks and a snack, but I was hungry so I told Lucia to go ahead and make us lunch. I’d held off eating anything since breakfast, as I knew once I started I wouldn’t stop til I was stuffed, and didn’t want to be full and gassy for her. It was actually somewhat late for lunch though when Lucia told her she was heating up chicken pot pies Miss Wentworth seemed happy to indulge. “It’s kind of weird that your parents aren’t here,” she said, smiling. “My mom trusts me,” I told her. “You live all alone here?” “Yeah. Lucia comes in six days a week to cook and clean but that’s it.” She then told me she’d been to Columbia Teachers College and had a masters in Education. She’d been working downtown twenty years and so qualified for a pension, and was not ready to retire but was looking for a new experience. Her eyes nearly popped out of her head when I told her the salary, as I had permission from my mom to give her my entire XY Academy tuition as a fee. “I know I shouldn’t turn down free money, but I feel like that’s a lot for 30 hours a week,” she admitted. “How about we do an intensive instruction and we get you graduated in a year, rather than two?” That sounded good to me. “And in the meantime I’m planning on taking a trip around the world in a few years and I’d love to save some extra money,” she added. “I know this sounds weird, but since you live all alone here in this big house, what do you think about me moving in? That way I wouldn’t have to commute and we could work whenever you’re in the mood, we wouldn’t have to be on a schedule.” At first I wasn’t sure, as it seemed rather forward of her, but it made more sense as I thought about it. I told her I’d have to clear it with my mom. “Of course,” she said. “Totally up to you guys, I’ll take the gig either way.” Our lunch was ready and Miss Wentworth laughed when Lucia put the pie in front of her. Looking at it through her eyes, I realized it was maybe odd to eat an entire pot pie by oneself, much less two which was a typical lunch for me, and tater-tots as well. “Delicious,” she said, digging in. I agreed, nodding as I was unable to talk, wolfing mine down as usual. “No wonder you’re so fat.” My head shot up from my plate and I nearly dropped my fork, stung by the insult. “Relax,” she chuckled, holding her bosom which shook with her laughter. “I’m fat too, right? It’s no big deal. I figure we just put it on the table.” I started to shake but then calmed down, breath by breath, thinking about what she was actually saying. “I think it’s silly to pretend it’s a secret. I mean, what’s more obvious than the size of your body… And who says it’s a bad thing? It just ‘is’, right?” “I guess so,” I admitted, returning to my pie. “Anyway a lot of folks find fat people attractive,” she added, shoving an extra large forkful into her mouth. “Trust me, it’s different when you’re an adult. I mean, I’m really into fat guys myself.” That surprised me. I’d always understood implicitly that fat was the most disgusting, unattractive characteristic you could have when it came to sexual attraction. You never saw fat men or women on TV or in the movies as leads or romantic partners, unless it was a comedy. “Yeah, and I’ve been with lots of guys — and women — who like me just how I am. And I’ll let you in on another secret,” she said. I stopped chewing, looking at her eagerly. “A lot of my partners actually want me bigger.”

>>578 Naturally my mom was skeptical at first about Miss Wentworth moving in, but they had a conversation about it and it was decided we’d move ahead with the plan on a trial basis. Miss Wentworth brought her bags over the following week and Lucia set her up in the guest suite, which was really its own full-on separate house, attached by a corridor that ran over the garage. She was wearing another androgynous outfit that day, work-style denims and a man’s oxford shirt. She busied herself setting up her living quarters while I read and napped. We had dinner together that first night, planning to start “school” the next morning. Again I deliberately hadn’t binged that day, as I was generally useless afterwards for hours while I digested and recovered. Thus as we sat down I was actually HUNGRY, for the first time I could remember. Most of the time I ate because I was bored, or anxious, or just that I liked to eat, and there was always plenty of food around. At that point I realized there would be another, unforseen advantage to Miss Wentworth being on the premesis, as maybe it would calm down my overeating somewhat. Lucia made fettucine alfredo with garlic bread and a huge salad with creamy caesar dressing and Miss Wentworth loved it, giving the housekeeper unending complements as she went back and forth to the kitchen. I was only going to have one big bowl and one side of garlic bread but when Miss Wentworth asked for seconds I did too, and then we went on to thirds. “Ooh, I’m definitely gonna get fat living here,” she mentioned, taking a break as she leaned back and dug beneath her boobs and belly to undo the button on her jeans. “I mean, fatter.” “Yeah, well I guess that’s what happened to me,” I admitted. I surprised myself, as I never talked about my weight — it was just too humiliating. “Ah, you would have been fat either way,” she said. “You were born that way, a big butterball. Are your parents fat?” “No. My dad is dead but he was slim when he was alive. And my mom is kinda, you know, curvy but that’s just because she’s in her forties now. Not really fat.” Miss Wentworth smirked at the “forties” comment. “Huh. My whole family are whales,” she told me. “My parents, all four grandparents, my sisters, aunt, uncles, cousins. And when thin people marry in, they eventually get fat too.” The idea excited me and though I didn’t know why, I wanted to know more about it. We were on fourths now, neither of us slowing down. I felt the same kind of urgent excitement I had when I was binging, half out of my head. Just a black hole inside me, needing to be filled. “So who’s the, um, biggest person in your family?” I asked, through a mouthful of pasta and cream sauce. “My Uncle Bart for sure,” she said, slurping up her own noodles. “His belly is down to his knees and he’s got moobs so big he can’t lay on his back or they push up into his neck and he can’t breathe. He’s got these rolls under his arms too, so he can’t really put them down at his sides. It’s amazing he can walk, honestly, but he gets around okay.” I was shifting in my seat now, picturing Uncle Bart and his useless arms waving around at his sides. I imagined him with a bushy beard and huge cheeks that puffed in and out as he struggled to breathe. “Anyone else?” I asked, breathless now myself. “My sister. Imagine me but blonde and with another 200 pounds — just all hips and butt. My god, she’s so fat… She uses a walker to get around, and she’s on oxygen a lot of the time. But her husband is a total FA, he wouldn’t have her any other way. That’s what I was talking about before.” I’d never heard of an “eff-ay” but I figured I’d learn soon enough. “And are you married?” “Nope,” Miss Wentworth said, and lifted her hand so show off her bare, chubby ring finger. “I could never make up my mind, girls versus boys.” She looked at me and wiggled her eyebrows while I sat there speechless. I thought she was being funny earlier when she talked about “men — and women” but now I realized she was actually bisexual. I was attracted to both men and women myself but I’d never met anyone like that, at least knowingly. “Full disclosure, Miss Fuentes and I have an on and off thing,” she admitted. “Is that okay?” “Well, ah, sure,” I said, nearly choking up my last bite of fettucine. “Now, she’s a good example of someone who really loves her fatties. She thinks you’re super-hot.” I held my fork in mid-air, hardly believing what I was hearing. Surely she was putting me on. “Yup, she does,” Miss Wentworth insisted. “She even confessed to me she maybe went a little too far with you at the beginning of the semester. You know what she’s talking about?” Of course I did but I dared not admit it. “Okay, okay, sorry,” she said with a laugh, holding her quaking boobs again. “Too much, I know. I forget you’re so young.”

>>579 She changed the subject to schoolwork, subjects I liked the most and the least, as well as ones I was good at, and those where I needed improvement. It was a short and rather halting conversation though, as we were both seriously stuffed after five bowls of pasta and countless sides of garlic bread. The salad remained mostly uneaten, of course. Lucia began cleaning up and put dessert into the oven, two apple pies. Normally that would just be my dessert, but I supposed I’d have to share it with Miss Wentworth. Which somehow I didn’t mind. “Hey, just one thing,” my tutor said, leaning back and rubbing her swollen belly through her shirt. Her breasts seemed bigger as well, like they were going to pop out through her buttons at any second. “You know my whole situation over there is awesome.” She meant the guest suite. “But there’s one little thing — the bath.” I was confused what she meant. Did it not work? Was the drain clogged? “It’s, well, standard-sized,” she explained. “And I am definitely not.” She burped, loudly, and then apologized with a giggle. I hadn’t been over there since I’d moved in, but I vaguely remember that being the case. Only the master bathroom — mine — had the full-sized jacuzzi tub. “Oh, oops,” I said, belching myself. My belly was throbbing but it was pleasant, not painful like it often was after a full-on binge. “Are there any other options?” she asked. “I like to soak at the end of the day, it’s good for my joints.” I told her about my jacuzzi tub. “Would you mind?” “No, of course not,” I said. “How about tonight?” “Um, yeah, sure.” Our appetites recharged somewhat in the 20 minutes it took to ready the pies, which Lucia served with vanilla ice cream, a full pint for each of us. We were stuffed to the point of speechlessness as Lucia cleaned up around us, and finally, maybe fifteen minutes after the housekeeper left for the night, Miss Wentworth stirred. “How about that tub?” she asked. “Want to show me how it works?” Slow and lurching, holding walls and furniture as we went, we waddled back to my bedroom. “I still can’t believe this is all yours,” she marveled, passing by my king-sized bed and walk-in closets. The bathroom was actually more impressive, seeing it through her eyes. “Wow,” she said. “Now that tub is fit for a king — or queen.” “All yours,” I told her, happy to make her happy. “Wait,” she said, as I turned to leave. “What about you? Did you already have a bath today?” I hadn’t. “You think it can fit both of us?” she asked. “Been a little while since I’ve had someone to help get all my nooks and crannies, right? It’ll be fun.” The way she was offering made it seem normal and natural. Almost like it would be weird for me not to say yes. “Uh, sure, fine,” I stammered as she began to unbutton her shirt. I looked down at my t-shirt and stretch khakis like they were alien objects. “You usually take baths with your clothes on?” she joked. “No.” “Come on, I’ve seen dudes all shapes and sizes.” “Like me?” “Well, not really,” she admitted. “But first time for everything, no? I doubt you’ve seen a woman my size starkers.” She laughed, and with her shirt open I could watch her boobs quiver inside her bra. Which was huge yet seemed a little small on her, her cleavage bulging a bit out of the top. “Yeah, I’ve got big ol’ titties,” she said, and lifted them with both hands through her shirt, smiling proudly. “Let’s see yours now.” I slowly took off my shirt and cringed as I dropped it next to me and putt my arms down so my boobs settled back down on my chest. “Gorgeous,” Miss Wentworth whispered. “Now the rest of you.” I sat down slowly on the tub platform, vividly conscious of how my belly and hips spread out and filled my pants like a tan balloon. I leaned back and undid my belt and then the top button of my pants, letting out a sigh of relief, briefly forgetting I had an audience. “Oh I know, trust me,” she laughed. “Best feeling in the world, right? Imagine what taking your bra off is like at the end of the day.” Her shirt was off now and I could see more than her boobs quiver as her shoulders, middle and upper arms were fat and flabby as well. She then lifted it up, one cup and then the other from under her breasts, letting them flop down onto her stomach, and ran her arms through the straps. “Et voila,” she announced, putting her hands on her hips. Her breasts were saggy and stretchmarked, nipples hanging straight down to just short of her navel, which was a horizontal slit between fat folds four inches wide. I stood back up and peeled off my pants, Miss Wentworth doing the same. “Now those are some thunder thighs,” she said as I stepped out of my pants. I felt them jiggle like the jello bags they were, so much bigger and flabbier now than even a few months ago. And ever since Rob had pointed it out in PE, I did notice I had cellulite along the sides of them, though nothing like Miss Wentworth’s. Outside of the confines of her jeans, her thighs were like sacks of golf balls, barely a smooth inch to be seen with loads of broken veins and weird little bruises. She had saddlebags at the tops that hung down, creating deep folds at the sides, and thick, flabby bulges inside. Just like me, her crotch was covered by her saggy belly, though hers way saggier than mine. “Gravity is a bitch, huh?” she sighed, lifting her belly to just above her pubic hair and letting it flop down. The impact created rippling waves across both thighs and up her torso to her breasts. Not only had I never seen a woman her size naked; I’d never seen any woman naked, at least up close and in person. All I’d seen were men, or rather boys, in the locker room, and though I’d seen fat boys as well, this was the first time I’d seen another person’s body like mine. I was mesmerized. “Now let me see that ass,” she said with a giggle, making a twirling motion with her finger for me to turn around. I did as I was told, holding my breath as I imagined her reaction. I’d never seen it myself, really, just glimpses and reflections, but I imagined it was grotesque. “A real bubble butt,” she marvelled. “So round…” I flinched as I felt her hand on it, but unlike the boys in the showers, she was gentle. “But so soft!” she added. “Wow. Want to see mine now?” I certainly did and so we both turned around, and she shifted her stance, making it wiggle. It too was covered in dimples and had deep folds where her buttocks met her hips. They were droopy like the rest of her, hanging halfway down the backs of her thighs. “What do you think?” she asked, reaching back to pinch its side. “Not as nice as yours, of course, but let’s check back when you’re my age, right?” She laughed and her ass shook just as vigorously as her boobs or anything else on her fat, flabby body. “Now let’s get clean,” she declared, turning back around.

>>580 It was quite the challenge getting us both in there. We decided I should climb in first, and I was both excited and humiliated feeling my fat squeeze and stretch and fold as I struggled with the process. Even beyond my size I was incredibly awkward and weak and so I more rolled into the tub than actually climbed, letting gravity and inertia do the work my tiny, well-buried muscles couldn’t. Then once seated, I helped her in and just holding her hand to steady her, I was surprised by her weight, the power of such a big body. If she fell on me I’d certainly kill her, as I would her. Finally she plopped down next to me, and we filled the entire bench seat with our asses. There was some room to move but not much. “You know what?” she said, smiling bashfully. “What?” “We forgot to fill it.” I laughed at our stupidity and turned on the tap, both of us cringing and giggling as we felt the still-cold water pool at our feet. Eventually it went warm and then hot, and it didn’t take long to fill with so much of our fat bodies to displace the water. Her breasts were floating, colliding into each other and then separating as she the water surged over her chest. I turned on the jets and she let out a little cry, surprised. “Ah, this is nice,” she then moaned, sliding down as I passed her a bar of soap. Her boobs stayed on the surface, crowding near her face as she submerged up to her chin. “So you must jerk off like a zoo monkey in here, right?” “I, uh,” I stuttered. “No…” She sniffed out a laugh and reached for my crotch but came up with a handful of belly. “Show me how you do it,” she insisted. “Come on,” I mumbled. “I do it too. Everybody does.” “I, ah, I have to turn over,” I told her. “So go ahead.” That would put my gigantic ass right in her face, but she was practically demanding it, so I did as I was told. Alone in there I was actually quite graceful, like a fat but agile sea mammal, but sharing it with her enormous body made it awkward. “Ooh, look at that,” she cooed, as I worked my way into position. Of course she was talking about my rear end, and I felt her gentle hands on it again, pushing it down below the water’s surface and then letting it bob back up. I liked it more than I wanted to admit. “That thing is all fat, like mine. Not a muscle in there, right?” “I know, I hate it,” I mumbled. “Do you?” she asked, and I felt her move closer, her breasts on my buttocks, her stomach on the backs of my thighs. We were both so soft and squishy, the sensuality of it made me hard despite my nervousness. “I mean, do you hate it? Or just how people make you feel about it?” Without thinking I began to push myself down on the bench, my FUPA working the top of my cock. “There you go,” she moaned, pushing in further. I felt a hand go between my thighs, deep inside the cavernous cleft, places I couldn’t reach myself anymore. Her other hand was now pushing and squeezing my ass, letting the butter-soft flesh flow between her fingers. I surprised myself as I came, not ready for it. I shuddered and felt Miss Wentworth pull back. “Mmm, felt good, huh?” she asked. “Sorry,” I said. “For what?” “I don’t know.” “That’s alright,” she insisted. “New sensations… So how about we get each other nice and clean now?” The water was soapy enough that she could just work her hands between my legs, inside my crotch. She felt my balls, my asshole, my now-shrunken shaft. I slid back around and she ran her hands under my belly and up to my breasts. I flinched when she leaned forward and took my nipple into her mouth. I was hard again, feeling her boobs and leg against me. “My turn,” she said, turning herself over. Her rolls of back fat shivered, and her gigantic ass wobbling around made the water splash over the sides of the tub. “Mine floats too,” she observed, and indeed it did. I took the soap and ran the bar down her crack, til I felt her asshole. I rubbed around it, as she had mine and she writhed and moaned, splashing more water. “I guess we’re kind of too fat to fuck, right?” she mused, looking back over her shoulder. I was too humiliated to say anything. Indeed I wanted to put myself inside her but there was just no way. Maybe if one of us was anything close to normal size… “That’s okay,” she said, giggling, turning herself back over. “There are workarounds.” At that she lifted herself out of the tub like a giant sea monster, water pouring off her round, fleshy body in sheets. She placed her ass on the edge, letting it spread across and out over the platform. . “Get in front of me,” she ordered. I obliged and then she put her foot on my shoulder. I almost collapsed beneath it, heavy as it was and weak as I was. She then lifted her belly to reveal her pussy, which was shaved but stubbly, and bulbous, just a vertical slit that disappeared between the fat, white bulges of her inner thighs. I had no idea what to do. “Put your face in their and lick, fat boy,” she commanded. “I’ll direct you where to go.” I did as I was told, her thighs closing around my ears like pillows as I smelled and tasted the stuff between. The smell was sort of what I recalled from Miss Fuentes but having been in the bath, less sharp and more soapy. My tongue hit a hard little nub amid all the mushiness and I felt her shiver, thinking I must have done something right. The only problem was that I couldn’t breathe. “ANGH” I heard her moan as I pulled my head out, gasping. “Sorry, I couldn’t breathe…” I muttered. With the one hand still holding back her belly, the other began working her FUPA, then one and two fingers made their way into the slit. She was leaning all the way back now, her head against the wall. Her feet on the bench, the enormously flabby backs of her thighs hung down and splashed in the water as she pushed her knees together and apart, looking like they were going to fall off. I reached down to my own junk, moving in all directions before I was able to get a decent hold on it. My other hand fondled my belly and my breasts, squeezing the nipple like Keith had back in PE class. Miss Wentworth was starting to shudder, her body wobbling and bobbling like nothing I’d seen, her hand working her pussy like an out of control machine. She yelped finally, let go of herself and shuddered. I came as well and collapsed back down onto the bench, my thighs and belly pushing my hand away as they buried my cock again. “Mmm,” she moaned. “That was awesome.” I didn’t know what to say, a storm of emotions raging through me — shame, excitement, confusion, relief. And one question at the front of my mind: Was I still a virgin?

>>581 Holy shit this story is fantastic

>>582 Hey thanks! I've got a bunch of stuff on DA though it's fat women, no males. Also compared to this it's more story than sexy stuff so be warned... https://www.deviantart.com/mrwrong1/gallery/55924970/mm-s-house-of-bbw-noir

>>584 Best to start with my short stuff, more to-the-point... https://www.deviantart.com/mrwrong1/gallery/65822525/short-reads

Big fan of yours MrWrong! Can’t wait to see more Shiva or waddling dead!

>>595 Thanks so much! More of both coming soon(ish).

>>581 Damn this is good. Do you think you could continue this story so the main character eventually ends up immobile and at the mercy of his tutor (and maybe nurse)?

>>613 Thanks! Yeah, thinking about pretty much exactly that... stay tuned.

>>581 If I felt a little weird, greeting Miss Wentworth in the kitchen the next morning, she seemed wholly unfazed by what had gone down the night before. “Good morning Perry. Care for a little breakfast?” Her version of “a little” breakfast was even more distorted than mine. Lucia had been hard at work, the table packed to the edges with scrambled eggs, pancakes, french toast, sausage, bacon, biscuits, bagels, muffins, pineapple and peaches in syrup, and more. I was ravenous, moreso than usual, as I hadn’t had my usual midnight snack. I’d been so drained from our hot tub experience that I’d slept straight through the night for a change. “Uh, sure,” I mumbled, while Lucia kept shooting me smirky looks as she cleaned the pots and pans. Did she know what happened? But how…? Either way I felt myself blush. Miss Wentworth’s barge-sized bottom was spread over two chairs and she wore a white, nearly see-through nightgown. It seemed awfully intimate for a tutor, not to mention she wasn’t even wearing a bra! Again I looked at Lucia but she was busy scrubbing pans, humming some weird song from her homeland. The nightgown was likely meant to be loose and flowy but fit her rather snugly down there, what I could see of her behind the table. Somehow the garment made her look even fatter than when she was naked last night. Transfixed now, I watched her pile sausage and eggs onto a slice of french toast, fold it in half and then dip it into a pool of syrup and melted butter in her plate. I licked my lips and felt my stomach gurgle with anticipation. Miss Wentworth leaned forward, her huge, braless boobs pushing into the edge of the table. She opened her mouth wide and pushed the breakfast “sandwich” inside. “Mmmm,” she moaned, closing her eyes as she struggled to chew it all. I felt the same stirring in my groin, again remembering our activities last night. I sat down across from her, snapping out of my horny reverie as I was reminded how big my own bottom was, and how it hung over the edges of the chair and strained the seams on my pajamas. I’d preemptively rolled the waistband down under my belly (otherwise I literally couldn’t sit down) and I cringed as I heard a few more stitches tear open at the hips and behind me. I pulled my t-shirt out from my side rolls and from under my tits and stretched it down over my stomach. “You need talk to your mother,” Lucia said, shaking her head and drying her hands as she approached the table. “This much more work, cook for two.” “Of course,” I told her. “I’ll call her today and make sure you’re compensated.” “Is okay, the money,” she assured me, smiling and patting me on the shoulder. “But maybe I need help.” “Help?” “My daughter, Rosales, she need job. Is okay?” “It is going to be a lot more work,” Miss Wentworth said, between T Rex-sized bites. “If your mom can afford it…” “Uh, okay I’ll ask,” I assured Lucia. Of course my mom could afford it. Lucia smiled, gave me another pat and went back to the sink. I’d met her daughter a few times but hadn’t seen her in years. She’d be in her twenties now, I figured. What would she think of me? I was probably 150 heavier than the last time she’d seen me. And more important, what would she think of the situation with Miss Wentworth? “Eat up,” my tutor said, snapping me back to reality. “We have a lot of work to do today.” Before me was easily four times as much food as I usually consumed for breakfast, not that I was a light eater at any meal. I wondered if Lucia had overdone it at Miss Wentworth’s request and felt guilty. I started with a modest plate, for me at least: one pancake, one slice of french toast, a few spoons of eggs, and a biscuit. In the cold light of day I really did want to lose weight, or at least not gain any more. I caught Miss Wentworth smirking at me, knowing what she was thinking, but ignored her. She was my tutor, after all. What was it her business what I ate? But when I finished I was hungrier than when I’d started. Who was I kidding? Besides being a nervous eater (and bored eater, and angry eater, and so on) I was the type who had to clean his plate, and every platter. So I was actually more nervous than grateful looking at all the food that remained. I took a bit more this time, and more the next, and the next, until I just forgot about my plate altogether and just started feeding from the platters. Lucia left to go shopping but I barely heard her say goodbye as I stuffed myself two-handed, lost in my own world. The platters were nearly clean as I collapsed back into my chair, hearing it creak in agony beneath my punishing weight. And speaking of agony, my stomach felt horribly strained, almost as bad as my worst binges. “You okay, Perry?” Miss Wentworth asked, sipping coffee. In my fury to devour everything on the table I’d lost track of what she’d eaten. I knew it was a lot, if far less than my share. “Yeah,” I whispered, though not actually sure. “That was impressive.” “That was horrible — sorry,” I belched. “I don’t know what came over me.” “Lucia is a good cook. You’re lucky.” I wasn’t so sure about that. “Okay,” she grunted, pushing her chairs back with a scrape and lifting her mammoth form from behind the table. “I’ll give you a few minutes to digest while I get dressed. Meet me in the living room in fifteen minutes.” She then wobbled out of the kitchen and down the hall toward the guest suite, her obscenely fat, flabby buttocks sans-underwear as well. I hated myself for having lost control like that and didn’t know what I would do, as it would take me at least an hour to recover. I was way too woozy to learn anything — I couldn’t even move. Maybe this was a bad idea, I thought. But how could I tell Miss Wentworth that?

>>616 Awesome! Looking forward to that.

>>617 Thankfully there was no lesson as such. I’d barely managed to haul my overstuffed body into the living room and flop down onto the couch, wondering how I’d stay awake. As it was, when Miss Wentworth gave me a few pages of multiple choice tests to fill out, I had to lay back and use my bloated belly as a writing surface because there was no way I could lean forward to use the coffee table. They were random questions that covered everything from basic biology to quantum physics. I was able to answer all but a couple of them and she seemed impressed. “How’d you learn all this at your age?” she asked. She was wearing a huge black cotton dress though sleeveless and showing a lot of cleavage. She was now wearing a bra, I noted, and it actually made her boobs look bigger, as they were more visible, lifted high on her chest and thrust outward like the noses of jet planes. “I spend a lot of time at home, reading,” I confessed, stifling the millionth belch of the morning. “I’ve never had any friends and I never played sports or anything. My mom got me the complete Encyclopedia Brittanica when I was nine and I’ve read the whole thing, and I pretty much lived at the library where I used to live.” I was half-embarassed now, half-proud to have admitted all that. “Wow,” she marveled. “Let’s see how you do at math.” She handed me another test and adjusted her bra strap, giving her bosom a nice jiggle. “Boys like big boobies, huh?” She surprised me and I wasn’t sure I’d heard her correctly. She assured me I had. “Sorry, I shouldn’t distract you like this,” she said. “This is so casual, I’m dressed like I’m just laying around the house. I was always careful to cover up when I taught Downtown. Otherwise all the boys would stare at me.” “You should, ah, dress how you want,” I told her. “Okay then, I will,” she chuckled. “But only if you can concentrate on your work.” I wasn’t quite as proficient with trigonometry and advanced calculus as I was with physics and chemistry, but I still felt pretty confident as I handed over the second test. My breakfast was finally starting to digest so I could sit up straight. “We have a problem,” she announced, after scanning my answers. “What’s that?” “I really don’t know what I can teach you in these subjects.” I thought she was joking but her expression said otherwise. “Really?” “Yeah, and unless you’re realIy dumb in History and English — which I doubt — I’d say you’re probably ready to graduate.” For a second I was excited but then realized what that meant. “And do what?” “I don’t know,” she said. “Take the ACTs and go to college, I assume. I can help you and your mom file the paperwork so you can skip junior and senior year.” I started to sweat, feeling my cheeks go hot. A new school of any kind was the last thing I wanted. Entering XY Academy was traumatic enough. I couldn’t imagine going to college as a 15 year old, not to mention a morbidly obese, monster-assed one. “What’s wrong?” she asked. She looked concerned, and I realized I was crying. “I’m too fat for college,” I declared, hearing my voice break on the last word. “Too fat for anywhere. I just want to be home.” “Ah,” Miss Wentworth sighed, and gave my belly a soft caress. I flinched but then relaxed. It felt good. “I get it. But I assure you, bigger boys than you go to college.” “That’s just it — fat *boys* do. But I have the body of a big woman. I’m a freak.” “Yeah, you’re different-looking,” she admitted. “But so what? I’ve been fat all my life too. In fact I used to be even bigger than I am now. People are sometimes awkward when we first meet but then its usually okay. And if it’s not, you probably don’t want to know that person anyway, right?” I’d hardly realized she now had her hand beneath my belly, lifting it gently off my fat thighs. She was leaning in, pushing herself into me, so soft it was like being covered in a heavy, massive blanket. “Anyway, if you’d like we can just go through the motions here at home,” she said. “You can do self-study and I’ll give you the tests as scheduled. I was planning on taking my big trip next summer so you have at least a year to figure out what you want to do after that.” That sounded like a fantastic idea, and I felt like kissing her. But before I knew it she was kissing me! She had her hand on my chest, her boobs were mashing into my shoulder, and I could really feel her weight against me. I thought of what she’d said about having been bigger at one point and wondered just *how* big — she was so huge already. Then quickly as she’d started she stopped and sat up, fixing her bra again. “Sorry,” she said with a giggle. “Lucia might be back any minute.” That was true, and I was horrified by the idea we might have been caught. I really had to be more careful — if Lucia found out about Miss Wentworth and me she might tell my mother and it would be all over. I might even have to go back to school. She gave me the other tests and told me I’d need some kind of foreign language as well, or Latin, if I wanted to graduate with an advanced diploma. The good news was that I knew a fair amount of Latin already from studying Roman history and such so I told her I’d pursue that path. “Okay, so really not much for me to do,” she laughed. “I feel kinda guilty taking your mom’s money.” “Don’t,” I assured her. “She’s a multi-millionaire, lives in hotels and works all the time. What’s she gonna spend it on?” Miss Wentworth laughed, making her whole body jiggle, visible even through her tent-like dress. “So she never comes home?” she inquired. “Rarely. I saw her at Christmas, that was the last time.” “How’d that go?” “Okay. She was bothered by my weight but she’s always been that way,” I said with a shrug. “Now I’m way heavier though so I’m a little worried. That’s part of the reason I want to lose weight.” I heard Lucia come through the door and Miss Wentworth and I looked at each other guiltily, though we hadn’t been doing anything besides talking at that moment. Anyway it reminded me I had to call my mother and ask about hiring Rosales, Lucia’s daughter, to help her. “Okay, I’m gonna see about lunch,” my tutor groaned as she pushed herself up off the couch. Her dress had gotten caught in the big cleft of her bottom and she pulled it out and smiled when she caught me watching. “Should I have Lucia make you a salad, seeing as you’re on a diet?” At first I thought she was serious but then realized she was teasing me. I wanted to say yes, but then I realized the absurdity of it. If I ate a salad now I’d be ravenous in an hour and wind up eating through the entire pantry by evening anyway. “No, I’ll have whatever you’re having,” I told her. Miss Wentworth smiled and nodded and then waddled to the kitchen. I rolled myself across the couch and grabbed the phone on the end table to call my mother. I was surprised to catch her in the middle of the day (she was still in Buenos Aires) though she warned me she had a meeting in five minutes. I quickly asked about Rosales and she said of course, and then asked how it was going with Miss Wentworth. I told her it was great, that we’d learned more that morning than I had in a week at XY Academy. “Then she’s money well-spent,” she said. “Glad to hear it.” I told her that was absolutely the case, and then she told me she had to go to her meeting and hung up. I heard Lucia calling me for lunch and realized I was now very, very hungry.

>>620 Great stuff dude. Can’t wait for Rosales to be introduced to these two

>>620 After the struggle of getting myself off the couch, I followed Miss Wentworth to the kitchen where Lucia was unpacking what she’d brought back to make lunch. Of course the full shopping would be delivered later on, as it was usually at least a dozen bags’ worth and now likely twice that many with my hungry tutor there. I told Lucia that my mom had given the okay to hire Rosales and she was very pleased. I was still somewhat nervous about seeing her daughter after all this time. I hadn’t thought about her in a while, guess I’d had a crush on her when I was younger and didn’t want her to see me such a fat, freakish mess. As I made my way to the table I was hyper-aware of the way my stomach and hips filled what were my largest pants, so tight now I could barely fit my hands into my pockets. I knew I looked ridiculous but what was I going to do? Even if I bought larger clothes they wouldn’t look right because of how pear-shaped my body had become. The only thing that would fit me properly now was a dress. I had to lose weight — HAD to. And so even after Miss Wentworth’s teasing I was tempted to ask Lucia to make a light lunch, maybe just one sandwich with no mayo or cheese and some chopped up vegetables, but she already had a large pot on the stove and announced she was making egg salad — my favorite. She had the biggest bowl in the kitchen full of chips and quart-sized containers of bean dip and guacamole on the table in the meantime. Miss Wentworth was snacking on it while reading a paperback, sipping lemonade between pages, occupying two seats again. My mouth was watering as I pulled out a chair and hitched up my pants. I felt even bigger than I had yesterday, no surprise after last night’s dinner and that morning’s breakfast. I had to pull the waistband up higher than ever so it wouldn’t cut into my love handles and belly when I sat down, which meant that my tits were practically hanging over my belt. I cringed as I sat down and felt myself balloon inside the double-ply fabric, stretching it to its limits. When I went to pull my chair closer to the table I sort of rolled side to side, the pants so tight that rather than it’s usual mushy consistency, they compressed my ass into a rather firm sphere, like an overinflated beachball. It was a new observation and I told myself it was a good reminder not to stuff myself like I’d been doing. But then I’d told myself that when stopped being able to shop for pants in regular stores five years ago, and two years later when I noticed the first set of stretch marks on my hips and belly, and a year after that when I almost passed out climbing the stairs back at my old house… Before I’d finished the thought I found myself reaching for a chip and dunking it into the bean dip. Then another in the guacamole, and so on. “You okay, Perry?” Miss Wentworth asked. “You seem kind of… uncomfortable.” She closed her book and grabbed a chip for herself, scooping up a golfball-sized wad of guac before swallowing it whole. “Yeah, I’m fine,” I told her, forcing a smile. “Maybe we both need to do a little clothes shopping,” she said, adjusting her bra for the hundredth time that day. “I feel like I’m busting out, too.” “Uh, sure,” I mumbled. Lucia brought me a giant tumbler of lemonade, super-sweet and sour at the same time. I drank up half the glass in one go. I looked back at the counter and two empty cartons of eggs next to the boiling pot and was cutting inch-thick slices of white bread. I had to slurp the drool from my lip so it wouldn’t go down my shirt and started eating chips double-time. “Hey, I have an idea,” Miss Wentworth said after a few minutes, pulling me out of my chip-fueled frenzy. “I was supposed to meet Miss Fuentes tonight for dinner at Osteria Dolce Vita but what if I invite her here instead? I’ll cook and give Lucia the night off.” Miss Fuentes was the one person missed from XY Academy, and so I told her that sounded like a great idea. Miss Wentworth said she’d call after lunch and set it up. Lucia was there in seconds to refill our lemonade glasses and promised she’d have our meal ready in a few minutes.

This is bbw chan right?

>>624 yes?

>Heavy guy starts dating female feeder without knowing her true intentions >She starts to sneakily fatten him up by buying excess snacks, loading his meals with extra butter and calories, always taking him out to eat, etc >As expected, he starts to swell up, packing on pound after pound with no sign of slowing down >Eventually he gets suspicious and questions her motives >She has no choice but to confess to fattening him up without his knowledge >Naturally, he freaks out and breaks up with her, horrified by the pounds that she packed onto him >However, he’s ready to put all of it behind him, lose the weight, and turn his relationship into a success story >Except he doesn’t >Those 50 pounds that he packed on turn into 75, then 100, then 125... >And considering that he wasn’t exactly skinny before, he’s getting absolutely massive >He desperately wants it to stop, but she expanded his appetite far beyond anything he could have imagined >He has no choice but to keep growing bigger and bigger, knowing all the while that she did this to him...

>>623 When is the next part ;-;

>>623 I told myself I’d only eat one sandwich, because how much weight could I possibly gain from that? But as always my appetite was way ahead of my diet plans. It didn’t help that Lucia knew exactly how I liked everything, and she made the egg salad in a way where I couldn’t resist, a little spicy and so much mayo it was almost like a dip, hard to keep between the bread. Miss Wentworth seemed to like it too, rolling her eyes with pleasure and complimenting Lucia as she took bite after bite, which encouraged me as well. The first sandwich seemed to disappear before I’d even tasted it, and Lucia was making me another, and then another. Lucia was ready with another sandwich without asking. Usually I only stopped eating when she ran out of whatever she’d made but today there was so much I just kept going. At some point the button of my pants popped off and the zipper slid down halfway, the relief instant and much-needed, and allowed me to stuff even more food down my throat. Miss Wentworth and I threw in the towel at the same time, the huge woman slumping down in her chair and throwing her head back, making her cheeks, chins, and breasts wobble. Her hands were both atop her belly, like she was holding it back from bursting. I was doing the same. “You finished?” Lucia asked, looking back and forth between us. “Yes, hon, thanks,” Miss Wentworth groaned. “Perry?” “Yeah, for sure,” I belched. “Okay, I put away for later,” Lucia announced, and as she wrapped up the leftovers I couldn’t believe I felt the urge to have yet one more sandwich. Though whatever plans for a “diet” I’d fantasized about were blown, I was weirdly proud of myself for not asking. “So remember I told you I used to be much bigger?” Miss Wentworth asked, once Lucia had gone downstairs to do the laundry. Neither of us had spoken for a long time, comatose from calorie overload. “I think so,” I said tentatively, though of course I remembered. She was so big now, I could hardly imagine. “660 pounds — can you imagine?” she mused, as if she couldn’t herself. “Wow.” “It was tough as a teacher,” she recalled. “They moved my classroom to the first floor, and when I hit 550 and was using a scooter I had to go in and out of the building through the delivery entrance, which had a ramp. Lucky me, I was popular and most of my students liked me, were even a little protective of me, but of course I got made fun of a lot too.” Of course I knew all about that, and nodded my head. “I took a health sabbatical when I couldn’t use the bathrooms anymore,” she confessed, and I cringed for her. Fat as I was, I really couldn’t imagine being that big. “I got weight loss surgery, they put a lap band in me. I lost 120 pounds my first year, and went back to work, and then another 200 in the three years after that.” “That must have felt good,” I suggested. In fact I prayed for that to happen to me. “Yeah, it was nice to be independent again, for sure. I didn’t want to be an invalid, I actually liked teaching, at least at that point. And anyway, that’s why I’m so flabby now, in case you were wondering. I sort of deflated.” She lifted one of her several belly rolls through her dress and let it fall back down, jiggling her whole body. “But you know what?” she asked, sporting a strange grin now, looking at me over her bulging bosom. “What?” “I kinda miss it.” I laughed, almost puking down my chest as I was still very much stuffed to the brim. “No joke,” she said. “I think that’s why I gained back 100 pounds. I mean, I don’t think — I know it.” I was sure she was putting me on, still smiling at her. “Yeah,” she continued. “I know I’m gonna be huge again — I mean, huger, if that’s a word — so I want to make a bunch of money as a tutor, and then travel around the world while I still can.” I nodded along, not sure what to say. I was going to ask why she wouldn’t just stop now, so she could keep working, and keep traveling, but then I thought about my own struggles with my weight and realized how silly a question it was.

>>679 It took so long for Miss Wentworth and I to digest enough to get up and back to the den, we were ready for a nap, so that’s what we did, her on the couch and myself on the loveseat. Lucia woke us at three o’clock with giant slices of lemon pie with whipped cream — each a quarter of the pie itself — that I forced down though I still felt like I was packed with cement. The sugar helped with the grogginess though, and I read some more of the classical mythology I’d gotten into, right now plowing through Ovid’s Metamorphoses. Miss Wentworth sat on the couch and did some writing in a small book I assumed was her diary. At four o’clock Lucia asked if we wanted more pie and the two of us answered “Yes!” at once, and the three of us cracked up laughing. However by five o’clock I was so woozy I’d only managed a few pages more. Between breakfast and lunch I’d eaten as much as I ever had in my worst binges, if over a longer period of time. “Remember Miss Fuentes is coming tonight,” Miss Wentworth reminded me, to my dismay. Not that I didn’t want to see her, but despite my earlier nap, all I felt like doing was climbing into bed. “I know,” she sighed, picking up on my dismay. “And if I know your old teacher she’s gonna bring a mess of Italian takeout.” Lucia signed off at six, and as she left I felt a rumble inside me. You’d think because of how much I ate I’d be going to the bathroom all the time but I actually only managed to move my bowels once every two days at best. It was usually a pretty awful experience as a result, getting rid of all that waste at once, and sometimes I spent an hour on the bowl. I told Miss Wentworth I’d be right back and headed to the bathroom with Ovid. I could tell right away it was going to have a rough time of it, now realizing that much egg salad was a bad idea. Why had Lucia let me eat all that? Or Miss Wentworth for that matter? Indeed I managed to get through almost 30 dense pages before I heard my tutor calling for me. “Sorry,” I yelled back, hearing her in my bedroom. “I’m just, ah, constipated.” “Yeah, all those eggs,” she said. “You gonna be okay.” “I think.” “Hang on,” she told me. It took a while, where eventually I went back to the book as what felt like Moby Dick worked its way through me at a painful pace. She knocked on the door, startling me. “Can I come in?” she asked. “Why?” “I have something that might help you.” Of course at first I wanted to say no, but then realized it didn’t really matter. After all, she’d seen everything there was to see of me the night before. I told her to come in, and saw she was carrying some strange device, what looked like a long pink balloon with a rubber hose attached to it. “Ever use one?” she asked as I put my book down. “I’m not sure what it is,” I admitted. She waddled to the sink and filled the balloon part. “It’s for when you’re really backed up. You put this up your butt,” she said, holding up the end of the hose, which had a rounded tip. “And the water goes in and cleans you right out.” I was speechless but she laughed at the look on my face. “It feels really weird and uncomfortable but trust me, you’ll feel way better after.” I’d been there probably 45 minutes and nothing was happening. Indeed I couldn’t imagine another hour or three feeling like I did and also entertaining Miss Fuentes. “Okay, here,” I said, reaching out for the hose. “Best if I do it,” Miss Wentworth said. “Sorry, I know it’s a little intimate, but trust me, it’s not easy the first time.” Still holding the pink vessel up, she twirled her finger, indicating I should turn around. And though she’d indeed been in my butt last night, washing me there, this was so weird and clinical. “Don’t worry, I’m a pro,” she insisted, and finally I got up, feeling my cheeks go warm as I bent over the sink. “There you go,” she said, and I jumped as I felt how cold it was. She’d put some sort of grease on it, thankfully, but had a hard time at first getting it in. It was the weirdest sensation of my life once she did, that went through my whole body. “Okay, this is actually the tough part,” she told me, as I clenched down on the wand and then let go, over and over, so strange to have this foreign thing inside me. “I’m gonna let the water in and it’s gonna feel really weird, and probably really uncomfortable, like you’re gonna burst.” I almost laughed, forcing out the thing in my ass, thinking that I fed myself til I thought I was gonna burst nearly every day. “Ready?” “Yeah,” I said, though I really wasn’t sure. She held the wand in place and then I heard a gurgle from the balloon and felt the warm water shoot up inside me. It was uncomfortable indeed, almost agonizing, and I yelped in that high-pitched way I hated. Yet I surprised myself as I realized I was getting hard, as it was also weirdly pleasurable, sort of how I felt after my worst binges, but lower in my body. “You okay?” she asked. “You have to stop,” I gasped, very much feeling like my colon was going to explode. “Sorry,” she said, and I heard another gurgle from the balloon and the pain settled into a dull ache. “I’ll take it out, but get ready.” “Oh my god!” I gasped as she pulled out the tube, as something moved down there in a dramatic way, far beyond my control. I raced back to the toilet, all the fat on my body flopping and wobbling as I crashed down onto the seat. Miss Wentworth went back to the sink to dump out the water while I felt as if all my bodily organs and muscles were pouring out of me. It just wouldn’t stop, not just breakfast and lunch but perhaps everything I’d eaten for a month was going out my distended asshole. “Agh!” I cried, having never in my life felt anything like it. “You’ll thank me,” she said, though I could barely hear her over the nonstop ker-plops in the toilet. When it subsided I slumped forward, feeling both literally and figuratively drained. Miss Wentworth shuffled towards me and I now realized by the way her giant boobs hung, and especially how they moved, that she was braless beneath her dress. She leaned into me, pressing her fat into my side, and flushed the toilet. I was afraid it would clog but thankfully it went down. My butthole felt sore but otherwise I was indeed relieved. “Wipe yourself, it’s my turn,” she told me, heading back to the sink and starting to clean the end of the hose. I did the deed best I could, which was not very good at the size I was. My ass was so big I couldn’t reach behind me, and getting beneath my stomach and FUPA was tough as well. I hated having Miss Wentworth there with me but she occupied herself re-applying Vaseline to the tip of the hose while I sighed and grunted through it. “I can put it in but you need to hold the bag,” she said, lifting her dress as I stood up off the bowl. I felt forty pounds lighter and perhaps I was. Though I’d seen it all — and more — the night before, her naked body was still shocking. It was the rumples of her cellulite, the veins and oddly placed folds, and also how low everything hung, as without a bra even the top of her boobs was halfway down her chest, and the widest part of her was almost near her knees. I tried to think of her with another 200 pounds and my imagination failed me. Then I thought of myself with another 200 pounds and felt my heart skip a beat. She set herself down on the bowl with a grunt and handed me the balloon that I almost fumbled, as it was surprisingly heavy and brimming with water. Seated, she’d settled into a round pyramid of blubber, like a water-filled balloon herself. I unconsciously touched the outside of my fat, spongy hip and pictured it inches, or feet, wider and shuddered. “Give it to me,” she spread her thighs as far as they would go — which was surprisingly wide — and bent forward with another grunt and reached her hand with the end of the hose between her legs, her face buried in her own chest, her body shifting and wobbling. For several seconds she struggled and then lifted her head, gasping. “Okay,” she said, exhausted and breathless, her fat face bright red. “Undo that clasp there below the bag but keep your hand on it.” I did so, and the water gurgled and she inhaled sharply, her eyes wide. “Ungh,” she moaned, putting both hands on the bottom of her belly. I swore I could see it fill up as the bag gurgled again, now barely three-quarters full. “A little more,” she choked, breathing quickly now. The water in the bag went down to half and she leaned back, taking big gulps of air, the toilet now creaking on its bolts. I worried she’d break it. “Okay — stop it!” she cried, and I fumbled as I reclasped it, making her scream. She thrust her hand down to grab the hose but her belly was too round and full now and she couldn’t reach it, whimpering. I finally managed to clasp the hose but realized she was still in trouble, so I bent down and yanked the hose and she shrieked. Then she closed her eyes and groaned as water and a whole lot of other stuff rushed out of her into the toilet, the sound massive yet muffled by her big, soft body atop it. As with me, it went on for a long time, and I watched her deflate by inches. “Jesus, Perry!” she yelled, once it had subsided. “Did you enjoy the show?” “Sorry,” I mumbled, realizing I shouldn’t have watched her like that. “Never mind,” she sighed, reaching for the toilet paper. “I guess you did okay for your first enema, giving and receiving.”

>>682 We bathed — separately, as Miss Wentworth insisted. I worried she was mad I’d fumbled the enema bag, and at the same time I was a little offended as well that she kicked me out of my own bathroom so she could clean up first. It was all forgotten though once she waddled off back to her suite and I went through a thorough scrubbing and emerged feeling energized and lighter, if not “light.” Trying to get dressed for dinner brought me back down to earth however, as I realized how few items in my wardrobe actually fit. My “nice” clothes especially, but I did manage to squeeze into black pants that I couldn’t button or zip up. The good thing was that I had a long, loose white shirt that I’d only worn once, to an aunt’s funeral. It was a 3X and way too big in the shoulders, the sleeves almost to my fingertips, but it actually covered my ass and belly and so if I closed my pants with my belt no one could see they didn’t fit. Feeling so empty, I went to the living room with quite an appetite actually, and had to really struggle not to raid the fridge. Thankfully I was distracted by Miss Fuentes’ imminent arrival, as if I was going on a date. At least that’s what I imagined it would be like. Miss Wentworth joined me shortly after, and frankly looked amazing. I found her weirdly sexy but I’d never have considered her beautiful or even pretty. But she’d put on makeup, and her hair was shiny with curls at her ears and down her forehead, and round and flabby as her face was, she looked like an old-fashioned movie star. Her dress was spectacular, dark purple, long and very loose on her body yet draping over her massive curves in a very sexy way, long sleeves and the top half embroidered with colorful flowers. A thick necklace of bright blue stones lay across her chest, and as she was wearing a bra again so her bosom was thrust out regally before her, her long, deep cleavage moist with some kind of lotion and splashing around with her every movement — mesmerizing. “What do you think?” she asked, lifting the hem of her dress above her fat-bound knees and letting it fall again. As she moved towards me I smelled her perfume, which was strong and flowery. “You look… great,” I stammered, and she smiled at my awkwardness. “Thank you, Perry. Bet you didn’t know I cleaned up so nice, huh?” The doorbell rang, Ms. Fuentes of course, and I buzzed her in. I’d forgotten how small and thin she was, especially compared to Miss Wentworth, or myself for that matter. Like my tutor, she too looked spectacular, though in a somewhat different way, wearing a tight-fitting dark gray suit with a big silver pin on the lapel and no other jewelry. She wore very high black heels and had her long, dark hair pinned up atop her head. She was carrying a huge black bag, stylish but weird, like she was planning to stay the night. Perhaps she was? I reached out my hand to her but she leaned in and gave me a kiss, putting her hands on my breasts and pushing her firm belly into my buttery one as she did so, in a very familiar way that I liked. “What a beautiful apartment you have!” she marveled as I showed her inside. “This is all yours?” “Pretty much,” I told her, and realized again how weird it was to be 15 and living alone. Then again, I couldn’t imagine any other way at that point. She then ran over to Miss Wentworth and they embraced, Miss Fuentes almost getting lost inside my tutor’s bulk and the folds of her dress. They complimented each other and then turned and looked at me, talking for a minute or two about how smart and wonderful I was, as if I wasn’t even there. “So smart!” Miss Wentworth exclaimed. “Right? Like I told you,” Miss Fuentes agreed. “And such a nice boy as well.” “SO nice…” “Look — he’s embarrassed…” I was indeed, and wished they’d change the subject. Unfortunately they did. “I hope you’re not letting him eat too much,” Miss Fuentes told her friend. “He’s already fatter than when he left school.” “You know me, of course not,” Miss Wentworth replied with a smirk. “I *do* know you — that’s the problem!” Miss Fuentes shot back, and they both cracked up laughing, Miss Wentworth’s massive, propped-up bosoms shaking so hard side to side she had to hold it with both hands. “Of course I’m way thinner,” Miss Wentworth said, putting her hands on her hips and pivoting back and forth like a model. For a second I thought she was being serious but then she smiled and Miss Fuentes shook her head and sighed. “Bullshit — you’re big as a house!” my old teacher exclaimed. “Look at those hips!” At the word “hips” I stepped back, knowing my own were so round and wide in my too-tight pants. “You two are some pair,” Miss Fuentes sighed. “A pair of pears! Maybe this wasn’t a good idea, getting you together…” “So where’s the food?” Miss Wentworth interrupted. Miss Fuentes had dropped her big bag by the door but indeed had nothing else with her. “Coming — relax, piggy,” she said. “I had it delivered, there’s no way I could carry all of it all the way over here.” I’d never heard adults talk like this and it both excited and frightened me. I was so attracted to them both where I didn’t want their insults and criticisms, no matter how good-natured, to turn in my direction again. “Did you know your tutor used to be even fatter?” Miss Fuentes asked me. “I told him,” Miss Wentworth confirmed. “I’m not sure he believes me.” “Oh my god, you were like an elephant…” “Ok, you can stop,” Miss Wentworth sighed, but she was smiling as well, and blushing in a way that didn’t really seem like embarrassment. Of course I didn’t keep wine in the house but Miss Wentworth had some she’d brought over from her suite and poured us each a glass. We all toasted in the kitchen and I felt delightfully grown up and sophisticated. I tried to imagine what the jerks back at XY Academy would think about me entertaining two grown-up women in my own apartment. For the first time in a very long time, maybe forever, I didn’t feel like a fat freak, just a regular guy — better than that. And when the doorbell rang and the food was delivered, it was even better.

>>684 The food was delicious, and there was so much of it! Some things I was familiar with, others I wasn’t. Lots of pasta (which I loved) but also dishes with sausages and chicken and all kinds of cheeses and cold cuts. I was a little drunk from the wine which made my appetite even stronger than usual. I found myself gorging and then would look up and see one or both of them grinning at me and I’d get self-conscious and slow down again. Miss Fuentes and Miss Wentworth started talking about the meals they’d had, together and separately and I learned a bit about them and their relationship at the same time. “That barbecue place in North Carolina — you remember that?” Miss Fuentes asked. “Of course I do! That was where I broke the chair…” “One of many…” “Don’t remind me!” “The owner brought you two chairs instead.” “I think he was a feeder.” “DEFINITELY a feeder!” I’d heard them use that word more than once and finally I had to ask what it meant. Miss Fuentes went to speak but then stopped, suddenly a little embarrassed, but Miss Wentworth smiled and put down her fork for the first time since we’d sat down. “A feeder is someone who, well, likes to feed people for pleasure, and watch them gain weight.” “Not necessarily the second part,” Miss Fuentes interrupted. “Most of the time,” Miss Wentworth insisted. “She just feels guilty. Anyway a ‘feedee’ is the recipient. They like to be fed, and to gain.” Of course they were talking about themselves, and with the “guilty” remark I realized Miss Fuentes likely had a part in Miss Wentworth’s huge gain, that they’d been talking about earlier. Indeed they looked at each other briefly, smiled, and Miss Fuentes poured us all more wine. I wanted to hear more about it but the conversation went back to food, which was fine by me. I was a little drunk from the wine, and the ladies as well, as they were laughing more often, and harder, and the talk sometimes got a little naughty. “Who was that guy at the pool, when we had that house on the Cape that summer?” “The dentist? Or accountant, something like that…” “Right, something boring.” “Well I remember you didn’t mind that night he bored into you…” “Stop!” I’d tried alcohol before but I never liked it much. Once in a while I went into my mom’s liquor cabinet and experimented but it tasted awful, and made me feel muddle-headed, then sick. This time was totally different however. It made everything taste better, for one thing. I felt like my appetite was endless, so excited to be there with them, eating, that I never knew which dish to choose next. I cleared 4, 5, 6 plates and while I wasn’t “hungry” I still felt like I could eat more. Like my binges but so much better, with none of the shame and desperation. I guess I was really lost in my own world for a while, because I realized the women had stopped talking. “Look at him go,” Miss Wentworth said finally, and Miss Fuentes laughed. “Gee and where does he put it?” I stopped eating and looked at Miss Fuentes. Why would she say something like that? She was laughing now, holding her lips closed so she wouldn’t spit out her wine. I noticed she wasn’t eating a tenth what I was, or Miss Wentworth. “Oh don’t be sore about it,” she said, after she swallowed. “I’m just playing.” “He might not be into that,” Miss Wentworth warned. I looked at her. “Humiliation,” Miss Fuentes explained. “Your tutor likes it when I insult and verbally abuse her.” “In the right context,” Miss Wentworth quickly added. “Of course.” “Well I don’t like it,” I said, surprised to hear myself. “Everyone made fun of me at the Academy. It’s why I left.” “Sorry then,” Miss Fuentes shrugged. “I’ll stop. I thought you’d like it.” “Anyway,” Miss Wentworth sighed. “I think I’m actually getting full.” I suppose I was too, though that almost never stopped me of course. She put down her fork and wiped her lips with a napkin. “Did you bring…?” she asked. “Of course,” Miss Fuentes answered, smiling. “Hang on…” She got up from the table and left. “Sorry, she’s a little drunk,” Miss Wentworth told me. I’d started picking at the meatballs again, that they called “polpette.” “It’s okay.” “It’s all in good fun. She thinks you’re really handsome, and sexy. As do I.” “Well, ah, thanks,” I said, and felt myself blush from my forehead to my toes. I didn’t feel like either of those things but it was nice to hear. Miss Fuentes returned with a large cigarette in one hand and a lighter in the other. I quickly realized it wasn’t a regular cigarette. “Have you ever tried it?” she asked me. “No,” I admitted. “Oh, well you’ll *love* it…”

>>687 Fuck this is like the best story going on right now

>>689 Thanks man. Definitely to be continued.

>>689 I know, right? It's been pushing so many of my buttons. This story is a god send.

>>694 Glad you're digging it. This is fun to write. Hopefully I'll be able to get some more of it up by end of the week.

Anybody know of some good male fatpad/fupa stories. Cuckolding and feminization a big plus as well. Current story happening here is amazing as well.

>>697 When is this story going to be updated. It's so good. I need my fix.

bump

>>697 please... more...

We need more good fucked up story ideas!

>>890 slob with horror elements

>wealthy lesbian heiress with a big feedee fetish >wants to start a collection/harem >starts a scholarship for desperate students, creates a sort of sorority >five students. white pawg (kate), thin flat asian (mei), brunette with larger tits (jenna), thicc latina with an hourglass shape (mia) >they all get to the sorority house, iron bars lock them in >heiress over video cam lets them know that the condition for their school to be completely paid for is simple >they just have to pick one unlucky victim to gain a pound per every day of class >if they don't do this, they lose all their scholarship money and get expelled >all from low-income backgrounds, so they're desperate >they eventually choose the thinnest, the asian girl, bc she'll have the lowest BMI after it's all done >classes start >every day, they come home and stuff her. >they don't have a ton of spending money, so she's eating huge amounts of ramen and other cheap food >asian starts to protest after the first semester of being blimped up >she's gained almost 60 pounds, almost all to her belly >huge stretch marks, greasy and bloated all the time >doesn't think school is worth it, can't concentrate on her classes and can't take the stuffings anymore >the other girls, desperate not to lose their scholarships, pin her down and tie her to a bed in the basement >they decide that they're gonna get through school one way or another, whether Mei wants to or not >they don't give her anything to eat or drink until she's desperate, and then they get her incredibly drunk >her will to resist is severely weakened, and they put in a funnel and a mouthpiece so that she doesn't have much of a choice >next semester they schedule their classes so there's basically someone feeding her at all times >thicc latina is a nursing student, takes care of bedpan and washing >they blindfold her and feed her basically every two hours, drugging her so that she's either eating or sleeping almost all the time >by the time they graduate, Mei is basically 800+ pounds, completely immobile >can't even get off the bed if she wants to, muscles atrophied from being prisoner there >heiress has her trucked to her mansion to be the start of her harem >other girls are drugged and abducted too >when Mei wakes up, the heiress tells Mei that she can decide the fates of her captors >decides that busty brunette should become a cow >heiress puts her in a rack suspended, face down >puts in a feeding tube, injects her full of hormones >her tits swell up and the heiress milks her, fattening her up as well >weights tied around tits to pull them downwards, making them extra saggy >after like a year her tits droop halfway to the ground, probably the size of watermelons >constantly dripping milk, horny all the time because of hormones >begs to be milked and fucked nonstop i could go on what fates the other ones end up with if there's any interest

>>902 Great start! I'd love to see more!

>>902 This sounds fucking great

>>902 yes yes yes

I'm actually going to write this out as a full story instead of a greentext. I'll keep y'all posted.

>>909 Thanks guy, lookin forward to seein it

>>108 I'm the author of that story. I got kind of burned out writing it, mostly because of the pacing and the high-class writing style I forced myself to use. I might pick it up again one day.

As the girls filed into the room, observed by a hidden camera in the corner, the Heiress smiled with delight. There were four of them in total. And while they assumed they were there because they were the top performers of their respective classes...the real reason was far more sinister. The first of the group was Mei, a 5’1 Japanese girl. She was probably 90 pounds, with a rather plain face, a flat chest and ass, and relatively unremarkable. Her face was framed by a pair of circular glasses, and she was wearing a simple black skirt and white polo. She was one of the better performing students from Nippon High, and secretly, the Heiress hoped that they’d pick her. The second was Jenna. Jenna was a nerdy brunette, the heaviest of the group at around 170 pounds. She had a pretty (though round) face, but most people would be drawn to the rack beneath it first. Her breasts were obscured under a thick sweatshirt, but her 34Ds certainly couldn’t be hidden. She had a bit of a gut, but it would be incorrect to call her anything above chubby. The third was Kate, a 5’8 blonde with a pear-shaped body. Probably around 140 pounds, though any extra weight was concentrated on her ass. An excellent volleyball player and decent student, she was probably unqualified to be at this school. Not like it mattered to the heiress, of course. Finally, there was Mia. Mia was hispanic, with a body that any man would die for. Stacked with a nice pair of c-cups, wide hips, and a bit of cushion in the rear, she was definitely the hottest of the group. Her jean shorts and crop-top certainly helped. She was the last to enter the room, placing her suitcase on the floor and laying back into the couch. “Welcome to my humble abode.” the TV speakers announced, and the girls turned in surprise, looking over to an unknown red-headed woman (about their age) on the large screen in the living room. “You can call me the heiress, and I’ll be your...hmm, friend...for the next four years. I’m the one who set up the scholarship you four all applied to and received, and I’m happy to welcome you to Nanjan Academy!” The girls were all rather surprised by this sudden and unexpected introduction, but they listened keenly, curious as to what would happen next. Suddenly, a mechanical deadbolt on the door slammed shut, and metal panels fell over the inside of the windows. Mia shrieked, caught off guard by the noise, clutching her purse close to her. Mei trembled, while Jenna stared at the woman with fascination. “Of course, nothing in this world is completely free. See, I have a small condition on your scholarship. I’m not going to spend all day explaining my tastes or where they’re from, but...listen closely. If you want to remain at this university, one of you will have to satisfy my desires.” There was a terrifying pause, and it looked as if Mei was about to pass out. “Don’t worry, it’s nothing too dreadful. The one condition to your scholarship is that one of you needs to gain one pound for every day in school. This can go for as short or as long as it takes you all to graduate, with checkpoints at the end of every month. If you’re under the weight that you should be, everyone here will be expelled. I will not reimburse any of your expenses incurred at this time, and I will be sure to make it impossible for you all to be accepted to another school. But, honestly, it’s a simple arrangement!” the woman on the monitor laughed, peering at the group with some sort of perverse joy. “Your tuition, room and board, everything. It’s all paid for...with that condition.” “Fucking pervert.” muttered Kate, shaking her head. “Oh, completely.” said the Heiress, grinning widely. “Absolutely. Of course, if you can’t pick someone within 24 hours...you lose the deal and get sent back home with nothing. And you all wouldn’t want that, would you?” The group all collectively didn’t. All of them were some of the brightest students from their schools, though they were all from the poorer areas of town. Nanjan University was way too expensive for any of them to ever dream paying their way through - it was a school for the rich and the elite castes of society. If they didn’t take this bargain, they’d never have anything like this opportunity ever again. “Alright, dearies.” their captor said, yawning. “You can contact me through the laptop connected to this monitor. Let me know who’s going to take one for the team by this time tomorrow, or you’re all expelled. See you!” she said, waving a cheerful goodbye, before hanging up. The screen went black.

“Well, pinche.” muttered Mia, putting her hand on her forehead. “I...that was unexpected.” “No kidding.” said Jenna, rather flustered. “A pound a day, huh? That’s...damn, that’s a lot.” “90 pounds a semester, to be more precise.” said Kate, leaning back on the recliner. “Or, over the course of four years...720 pounds.” “Holy shit.” Mia whispered, somewhat in disbelief. “That’s insane. I don’t know how anyone could even get that big. Fuck this. There’s no way I’m doing that.” Mei had been silent, tears welling up in her eyes. She had worked so hard to get here, and now was met with this disgusting roadblock out of nowhere. Clenching her fists, she sat down. “Well…” she said quietly, quickly trying to think of a solution, “we could graduate faster. That’s possible. Instead of taking 15 hours a semester and graduating in 4 years, we all could take 20 and graduate in 3.” “Yeah, but that’s still 540 pounds.” chimed in Jenna, trying to imagine the sheer size of that number. The fattest woman she had ever met was probably...what, three hundred? She’d worked at an ice cream place in the Southside district, and there had been an obese regular. Jenna remembered how the woman devoured cone after cone, attempting to satiate her enormous stomach. And there was no way that the woman was even close to 500. “It doesn’t seem like we have much of an option here, though.” Kate said glumly, shaking her head. “As much as I’d like to graduate...sorry, I’m not becoming a whale. It’s just not going to happen. I’d rather go back to my old job. Bartending isn’t terrible.” Mia was lost in thought. Gaining that much weight was incomprehensible, but...this was her one opportunity. The youngest of six brothers and sisters, she’d grown up in a crowded hovel her entire life. Her family had struggled in her childhood, and she had sworn not to tread in the same footsteps as an adult. Maybe she could gain the weight and lose it again, but...she’d applied for Nursing. There was no way that she could be a fatass nurse - how the hell could she expect to get hired to take of patients when she might as well be one? It was out of the picture. Jenna took off her glasses, polishing them in her shirt. “I mean...let’s see if we can chip off any more hours.” she said thoughtfully, furrowing her eyebrows in thought. “Nanban has summer classes. Two sessions, actually. And those classes are compressed. Each of those is a ten week semester, so only 50 days. We could probably fit 15 hours into each of those. Same with the winter.” “Yes!” chimed in Mei, clasping her hands together. “If we all graduate as quickly as possible, maybe we can do this!” Kate raised her eyebrows, trying to hold back a malicious grin. Mei was clearly more desperate than the rest of them. Maybe she’d be able to press the poor girl to the brink of despair and get her to take the weight. “Let’s see…” continued Jenna, pulling a calculator out of her backpack. “She said that it was one pound for every day of class. That’s not counting weekends. So instead of ninety per semester, it’s really more like...75. And then for summer classes, those are about 50 days. Winter classes are even faster, with those sitting at around 30 days. Honestly, let’s say 20 hours fall, 15 hours winter, 20 hours spring...30 in the summer, 20 fall, 15 winter...that’s 120!” she burst out, looking at the others. “This isn’t as crazy as it might seem. If we all work together, we can finish school in...385 days of class time.” “So around 400, huh? That’s...I mean, still a lot.” Mia said reluctantly, but with a spark of hope. “But you can lose that. I’ve heard of people losing about that much.” “Yeah, for sure.” agreed Kate, looking over Jenna and Mei. “Even so...who’s going to gain the weight? Because I’m not going to. I’d rather go home.” “I’d do it, but I can’t be a morbidly obese nurse.” shrugged Mia, looking at Jenna and Mei. “I’m an engineering major.” said Jenna, pursing her lips tight at the prospect. “So...I guess I could still have a career, even as a fatass.” “Same here.” said Mei quietly, twisting her hair with anxiety. “Honestly, Mei, I think it should be you.” said Kate, looking over the frail Asian with a keen eye. “You’re like, what, ninety pounds soaking wet? Just speaking from a practical and genetic standpoint, you’d have the least to lose to get back to a normal weight. You could get to a pretty normal existence by losing 200. Jenna over here…has got a little bit more work to do.” she smirked, glancing over at the chubby brunette. “Hey now!” snapped Jenna, feeling self-conscious about her slight belly and her chubby breasts. “I’m not that heavy. Just...around 170 or so.” “It’s a valid point.” sighed Mei, putting her face into her hands. “I...I just don’t know if I can just agree. We’re all getting school paid for, but I’m the only one that has to blimp up? That’s a pretty rough bargain. Maybe...maybe I can find another school.” “And go back to Southside? No way.” said Jenna, shaking her head. “Well, it’s either me or you. Tell you what. We could just flip a coin.” “That’s not a very logical way of doing things.” said Mei, although her hopes rose. It sounded like the other girls thought it should be her, and it was hard to deny their logic. And at the end of the day, she knew there was no way that she wasn’t going to take the bargain. She was going to be rich and successful, no matter what the cost. So, in other words, a 50/50 tossup was a pretty good deal for her. “But sure, we could do that.” “Alright.” said Mia, rooting through her purse. “I’ve got a quarter here. Mei, heads or tails?” “Heads it’s Jenna, tails it’s me.” she said, leaning back on the cushion. “That’s good with me.” replied the busty brunette, looking at Mia in nervous anticipation. “Let it rip.” Mia took a deep breath, and snapped the coin sharply up into the air. Jenna and Mei both held their breath, eyes fixated on the coin as it spun in the air. Then, it fell to earth at Mia’s feet, spinning and clattering on the floor. It spun for what seemed like an eternity in their eyes, before falling to a single side. Tails. “Shit.” spat Mei, clenching her fist. “A deal’s a deal.” remarked Jenna, inwardly rejoicing. “C’mon, it won’t be that bad. Just enjoy yourself and eat up for a while. You’ll lose it all after you graduate.” “Yeah!” chimed in Mia, quickly getting onboard. “Listen, I’ll help you out after you graduate. I mean, I’m going to be a nurse and dietitian. We’ll reverse it in no time.” “Are we good to send it in?” said Kate, walking over towards the keyboard. “It sounds like we’ve come to a decision.” “Yeah...I guess.” said Mei softly, steeling her resolve. “As long as you all are going to help me once we’re through, right?” “Of course!”

The semester started, and the girls started their classes. Each of them was taking on a huge course load of twenty hours, and Nanban Academy was no slouch as far as academics went. Most of their time was preoccupied with classes and homework, Their apartment was very close to campus, so it was a short walk. They spent the first half of their day in class, from 8 to 3, before coming back to the apartment and studying after that. Mei quickly realized that a pound a day...was a lot. 3500 calories, on top of the 1400 she would usually eat. Back at home, she’d have a few small meals, mostly composed of rice and chicken. That wasn’t the case anymore. She ate constantly throughout the day, with Kate ensuring she always had a bag of chips by her side. Of course, these calories were merely supplementary - the majority came from her afternoon and evening meals. The other girls had made a working schedule to help Mei reach her goal - Jenna was responsible for feeding her on Mondays and Wednesdays, Mia on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and Kate was in charge of Friday. “Oh my god.” Mei exhaled, leaning back in her chair. Her face was smeared in grease, and wrappers littered the dining room table. Her stomach pushed out from her unbuttoned jeans, taut like a drum. She’d eaten five McDoubles in a row, and Mia was still pushing her to eat more. “C’mon, girl.” Mia said softly, gently massaging Mei’s bloated stomach. It rumbled angrily, filled to the brim with the greasy cheap burgers. “You still have a few thousand calories to go today.” “I can’t fit anything else in there!” Mei moaned, wincing from a twinge in her gorged belly. “I’m serious, Mia, I’m done for today.” “Oh, c’mon. Just one more burger.” Mia said gently, raising the food to Mei’s trembling lips. “You can fit it in.” ------- “Hey, stay in bed. Don’t get up.” said Jenna firmly, pushing Mei back down onto her bed. Her gut jiggled as she flopped back onto the bed, and she groaned inwardly. “It burns calories. If you need something, just ask one of us. You know the drill.” “I know, I know.” replied Mei reluctantly. “In class or in bed.” “That’s right.” said Jenna sweetly. “You’re doing good! We’re almost on target for this week.” Mei’s diet was, in a word, terrible. The anonymous heiress had given them some living expenses in their scholarship, but Mei devoured a large portion of that. Jenna, probably the smartest of the other three girls, had taken over both the budget and Mei’s diet. Water had been replaced by 64’ oz bottles of soda. Liquid calories were an easy way to cram more into the bloated girl, although it left her dehydrated and unenergetic. Also, everything that Mei ate was deep fried in one way or another. Chicken, twinkies, oreos, deep fried butter - if it could be dipped in breading and fried in canola oil, it was. This, of course, came with some consequences. Mei was struggling with keeping up in her classes. Every morning, she woke up feeling bloated, with a terrible headache. Unfortunately, the day didn’t get better - Jenna would stroll in a few minutes later, carrying a quart of some sort of shake. Mei dutifully gulped it down, chugging down the thick, heavy liquids inside. After she had finished, she’d throw on a loose pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt over her round belly, which was seared with angry stretch marks. She’d outgrown almost everything she’d packed within the first month, her growing gut pushing out of basically every shirt. During class, she was constantly beset by cravings - her stomach growled, and it was hard to focus. She was hungry all the time at the university, never quite feeling satisfied until after gorging at home. Her classmates would look at her in disgust as she squeezed through the aisle to get to her seat - she didn’t always shower before class (short on time), and her skin and hair were greasy from the non-stop diet of oil and lard. She was tempted to drop the in-person classes entirely and transition wholly online, if it was possible. Jenna and the other girls had been encouraging it, anyways.

If anyone has ideas for what I could do better or feedback (or what you’d like to see) I’d like to hear it. This is my first time writing.

>>919 Honestly I got nothin but I’m liking where it’s goin so far, keep it up

>rich bitch ace cheerleader is the Queen of the school, keeps other students under her thumb, while the financial assistance of her parents keeps the teachers and the dean quiet >she also manages to keep her most egregious acts of bullying out of sight, and thus, out of mind >a nerdy girl she often targets decides she had had enough >buys several gallons worth of pureed lard >acquires bovine growth hormones from her on-site field studies >creates a truly ungodly mixture of pure fat and blended fast food, laced with the hormones and food additives >sets up a basic trap to trick the cheerleader into drinking the slush - she's just a bitchy bimbo, it shouldn't be too hard, right? >wrong >well aware that some people would do anything to bring her down, the cheerleader manages to turn the tables on her, hooking the nerd on her own juice, causing her to voluntarily drink the extremely fattening mixture to the point of self-immobilization >...but that's where her smarts run out >amidst her gloating over the nerd's defeat, the other students walk in on them - and she proceeds to use the now morbidly obese nerd to make an example of what happens with people who try to cross her >"If you can't be loved, you better be feared", after all >however, she forgets the third part of this adage: >"but never make yourself hated" >for the student body, the nerd's attempt and defeat transforms from an ill-fated, ill-conceived revenge plan to an act of revolution and martyrdom >they rush the cheerleader, ganging up on her, whilst others yank out the tube from the nerd's mouth before forcing it deep into the bitch's throat >now addicted to the mixture as well (but even more voracious due to the diet she has to keep herself fit), she soon finds herself ballooning, and before long, the mixture runs out, leaving her even bigger than the nerd, and dangerously full >the fallout of this, however, is more far-reaching than anyone could've thought >while the media outrage surrounding the two fattened students rages on (which, while giving voice to the bullied students, who could now confess about the cheerleader's behavior, still prioritizes the state of the two girls), the rich parents cease their funding of the school, leading it to financial ruin >since it was effectively a provincial school, held aloft by the rich old money in the region, this blocks off a lot of the local's children from education, especially the poor >the nerd's parents also face considerable financial trouble, trying to get their daughter the necessary liposuction to survive past her '30s, especially with the media blaring down on her as the instigator of the mess >however, as more and more students come forward - and, as more and more of the shadier dealings of the local old money (including the cheerleader's parents) is revealed, the focus and narrative shifts in the favor of the nerd, and before long, people around the country crownfund her operation, allowing her to return to a healthier weight (and even receive professional training to get a more healthier body) >outed for nepotism and other corruption, shamed and shunned by society, the rich girl's parents find themselves going from court to court, blowing more and more money on lawyers to get out of trouble - whilst neglecting their daughter's state, and leaving her at home, locked away from the prying eyes of the world >there, she spends her days as a wheezing slob, mindlessly feeding from a calorie-decreased version of the mixture that led her to blow up in the first place, now unable to move her jaw enough to chew from the fat, and still addicted to the taste >eventually, the parents manage to shake off the law >still shunned by the now impoverished locals, and actively hated by the children that grew up to be unhealthy adults stuck in dead-end jobs in the arse of the country, they isolate themselves in their country home, mentally exhausted, and with just about enough money left to live out the rest of their lives there, without any major expenditure - such as the one that would've been needed for their daughter's liposuction >before long, their estate falls into ruin, and they, into oblivion; the father begins to drink, whilst the mother, now removed from social life, distracts herself with the same addiction as her daughter, quickly gaining herself into morbid obesity - however, without her daughter's youthful health, both of them soon fall victim of their respective vices, the father dying of liver failure, and the mother of a stroke and heart complications >leaving their estate, the remainder of their wealth, and their servants in the hands of their immobile, impossibly obese, and now simple-minded glutton of a daughter >years pass, and the nerd - long since having recovered from the incident that kickstarted her country-wide fame -, is drawn into politics, riding on a platform of favoring honest working class values and academics over "bourgeois traditionalism" that (as he exemplifies) held her own part of the country developing >she runs a successfull career as the leader of the nation, bringing forth sweeping reforms (while dealing some secret cuts of the pie to the people who enabled her rise to power, leading to the formation of a new, secretive, but not too business-savvy financial elite), before retiring at the prime of her life at her hometown, now flourishing, thanks to the changes she'd brought >there, she fulfills a rather mellow advisory role in the city council - until she decides to buy up the (now dilapidated) estate of her former high-school nemesis >since the not-so-rich fat bitch haven't paid her bills in months (with many suspecting she'd either died from complications arising from her physical state, or simply ran out of money, splurging it all on food and secretive, exclusive parties for the few patrons she still had - but there are some who go as far as to believe she started a bogus fertility cult to keep herself fed, or has been the plaything of some freaky-minded organized criminal), the purchase goes through without the hitch (especially considering the palm-greasing and self-advertising she does in town to gain the people's trust) >arriving to the estate, she finds the building in ruins, seemingly abandoned >however, stepping inside, she's quickly led to one of the back rooms, following an increasingly pungent stench of shit and rot >there, at the back, she finds a heaving, living mass of flesh - which, to her shock, she soon discovers to be the former cheerleader >now nothing more than a mound of skin and fat (with a human skeleton and some organs somewhere in the middle), she's still alive, though, her mind is long gone >due to the combination of hormones the nerd had included in the mixture, she had miraculously survived well into her 30s, her vast body now nothing more than a bloated parody of a human being >still in a state of shock, the gears in the ex-politician's mind are already turning >out of the blue, she recalls the recipe, the exact mixture she used for her trap >...and the exact taste, as well

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A married couple is coming up on their 5 year anniversary. Things are mostly okay, but there is a fair amount of strain on the relationship. The wife has held up well over the years, if not getting more fit and attractive with their marriage. However, the husband had let himself go and while never an athlete to begin with, was tipping the scales at 220. Frustrated and having dealt with numerous attempts to encourage weight loss healthily and nicely, they’ve all failed. She was fed up and put out a more direct and intense challenge to him. If he can’t lose 20 pounds in 2 months, then she will post her nudes to the internet. It worried him at first, somewhat proud to have such an attractive woman all to himself. He agreed, figuring the challenge was easy enough with such dire consequences. The 2 months went by and when he got on the scale, the number flashed 225. Not only did he fail, but he managed to get fatter on his ‘diet’. It was frustrating at first for the wife to once again have a husband that failed to lose weight, but once she posted her nudes she was reveling in the attention. Her husband had been giving her attention previously, but to have so many men desperate to please her and not too tired after an indulgent dinner or lunch. It was giving her a new idea, once again based on the idea of ‘helping’ her husband. She laid out a new challenge, albeit seemingly easier than the first. Don’t gain 10 pounds in 2 months and she would not respond to all those messages begging for more. He felt up for the challenge, after all, he had only gained 5 in the previous two months. This time? Something in his wife pushed her to be a little more enabling than before. The first attempt, she tried to get him to diet and made healthy meals and it still resulted in 5 extra pounds. Now, she just asked him what he wanted for a meal and gave him exactly what he wanted. She wasn’t actively putting fattening meals in front of him, but she wasn’t stopping them from getting in front of him. Another 2 months, he got up on the scale and 242 washed over him with a sense of dread. She put on the face that she was disappointed, but inwardly she was giddy. Not only had her lazy fat husband gained, he overshot the limit by 7 pounds. She didn’t even push him to gain, all she did was just let him eat and he grew like the pig he was. While there was shame building in him that his wife was now messaging other men so eager to plow that perfect body she had maintained, he was fighting an arousal because of it. How could he choose empty calories over a loyal and dedicated wife? How could he not find it in himself to deny the sweet gluttonous bliss versus the barrage of dick pics his wife’s inbox was filled with? He wondered why, but his cock was getting hard thinking about it beneath that overstuffed gut. There was something so hot being able to flirt and message all these horny strangers, exchanging pics and providing a stark contrast to these hung, cut hunks that were ready to fuck compared to the slowly bloating butterball that her husband was becoming. The messages were enough to tide her over for the moment, letting her enjoy the newfound confidence of being a hotly desired woman. In this time, she didn’t make any efforts to curb her husband’s appetite and gave him free reign to eat how he pleased. She always stated that if he lost the weight, she would gladly fuck him as hard as she was talking about with her newfound admirers. It wasn’t enough to muster up enough control to stop himself from eating and indulging. Their sex life was dwindling, her content to live off fantasies with her messages and him placating those sexual needs with more food. Eventually, her back and forths online weren’t enough after a month and she brought to the table a new bargain. Plopping him onto the scale, 255 had made him truly a fat man. She had even allowed him to strip naked in hopes of the scale showing some mercy, but it just showed every bloated bit of him. His blossoming tits, widening hips and cellulite dimpled jello ass. Of course, his biggest was still his gut that kept rounding each time he hopped on that scale. She had a smile on her face as she took note of his weight and patted his wobbling gut, laying out the offer. One month, don’t gain 30 pounds and she won’t go blow one of her admirers she’d been hotly messaging. The offer seemed almost too easy. He had been gaining fairly steadily, but to gain a pound a day for a month? He could show that much restraint, so he took the offer and hopped off the scale. There’s always a catch though and that night, he realized what it was. After such a long dry spell, she came into bed ready to let him fuck her. Right as he was about to launch that wide load onto her, she stopped him and held up a cupcake. “Eat this and I’ll let you fuck me.” He paused, knowing what she was attempting but he was too horny and too hungry to stop himself from immediately inhaling the cupcake and then fucking her til he got too winded, which was only a few short moments and he came soon after. He collapsed in an exhausted mound of lard on the bed, falling asleep. It was difficult to say no to her, when she was combining the two best things his indulgent mind could want. She just kept upping her requests for him, going from a slice of cake to half a cake or even a full one from the grocery store. He was too often finding himself exhausted and his balls drained with his gut full. Any attempts at moderation were being smashed and it made the time away from her hard to stop himself from indulging since he had already failed the diet. It all came down to that weigh in, not surprisingly he was stuffed full as he stepped onto the scale. 295. He was 5 pounds shy of hitting 300 pounds. He had never been this fat before, but now that he was nearing 300 he was truly starting to realize that he was without a doubt a fat ass. His tits had only gotten bigger, settling on the gut that only made access to his shortening cock even more difficult and his hips continued to spread as he just kept eating and growing fatter. She went out that night, done up and lips ready to wrap around some stranger’s cock as she left him with a family sized meal from Olive Garden. He had eaten himself into 300 by the time she returned, charged up and refreshed from the encounter. She was feeling generous and fairly turned on still, offering to fuck if he could finish the quart of Ben and Jerry’s she brought home with her. He was so stuffed but he wanted that release. He took that quart and initially seemed like he was going to finish, but he came up just shy with a few bites left. She tsked, patting his belly as he laid back so bloated and now balls aching. “So close, sorry piggy, no happy ending for you.” And she trotted off to bed. Too stuffed to move and too aroused with shame and gluttony, he fought around his gut and tits to jerk off on the couch before passing out. A new system was put forth. He could always lose the weight and get things back to normal. If he didn’t? She would just up how open this relationship was becoming. Every 50 pounds meant she could take another step with one of her admirers. As time went on, those milestones just meant she could take on more lovers. With such heavy consequences on the line, he felt like he could turn the tide on this. However, she laid those traps for him. She would tease him that if he ate so much for her within a day, he could do whatever he wanted to her. But every goal she was laying out was proving more and more difficult than the last, even with his expanded gluttony and appetite. He wanted to say no, he wanted to cut back but it was like his will power had just been shot. If there was food to be had, he was eating. That and as his wife was finding her sexual release elsewhere, he was finding comfort in food beyond just filling his gut. His mind had been eroded with indulgence, associating food and sexual gratification. No doubt with assistance from his wife luring a climax after a filling meal. As his wife was out getting fucked by men a quarter of his size but twice his strength, he was at home guzzling empty calories with a desperate attempt to cum by feeling ripe to pop. This new lifestyle of their’s took root, creating a sexually gratifying path for the wife and a continual descent into indulgence and helplessness for the husband. Time went by, him unable to stop himself from growing fatter and her ready to take every new chance to explore her sexuality with every variety of willing cock. He was laid back on the couch, legs splayed open to let that monumental gut rest between them. He didn’t bother with clothes, nothing truly fit. He was so full, another attempt at another impossible challenge for her to get him off. He had grown so unfit and massive, but the biggest issue would be that his fat pad had engulfed his cock entirely. Even fully erect, it could not slip from its flab prison. Pair that with tits that had swollen so femininely, a gut with vasts amount of real estate he had no chance of reaching. He had lost any chance of pleasuring himself, so it now came from food and the glimmer of hope his wife would bring him to climax. Why was he still married to such a sexually active woman who had barely touched him as of late? His eating had taken over everything, that made him steadily grow fatter and lazier. Eventually, his job had enough and let him go, which only lead to more time spent eating. He was unemployed, too fat to work, too fat to fuck and too fat to stop.

Can continue if there’s interest.

>>1122 Hell yes, please continue

The husband’s life had regressed into a near constant cycle of eating and sleeping. His life now entirely existed within their home whether that was the bed, kitchen, couch or bathroom. Some evenings he’d have eaten till he passed out, waking up the next morning that much fatter on the couch still. His wife was leading such an active lifestyle, whether that was going out grabbing dinner with friends, burning calories at the gym or burning calories getting fucked by the studs that flooded her inbox. The time she did have at home where there was even a chance at intimacy hinged on those ridiculous challenges. Her most recent challenge was to eat 5 large pizzas within 30 minutes. Previous were calorie goals that seemed only possible if he chugged heavy cream by the gallon. Still even with the faintest chance of beating them, he tried as he had no other option. He could eat and not get release or he could eat like a hog and get his climax. The idea of dieting was gone, he had no self control and food was his main source of pleasure. The timer ticked down, enter the final minute as he wheezed and attempted to stuff down another pizza slice into his already packed to the brim gut. He knew she had ordered take out to be delivered and inhaled before this challenge to make things even more difficult, but he reached for that final slice of pizza and held it to his grease covered lips and chins. “Time’s up! So close piggy!” She teased, patting his gut as it gurgled in protest. He paused, mouthful of pizza as he struggled to breathe and groaned quietly to himself. “Oh, come on. You decided a long time ago that you were not one to work out or diet, you decided to be..” She reached over and cupped one of his massive tits. “A fat pig.” She smirked, giving it a little wobble before letting it sag back down. “So, don’t get mad cause you’re just as disappointing as a pig as you are a lover.” She giggled. He gulped the bite, nibbling his lower lip. “But..I’m..so..horny..” He pleaded. She just laughed, “Well, not horny enough to eat apparently. I’ll be honest, I kind of planned on this happening, so I’ve got to run now or I’ll be late to meet up with Eric. You remember him? He’s got that monster cock and looks like he could bench press you? Anyway, I’ll leave another pizza here for you and maybe see you later tonight..” She disappeared, door closing and once again left to his massive gut and throbbing unserviced cock. He glanced at the pizza, knowing full well he’s already eaten his limit but his cock was twitching in it’s flabby prison and he knew one way to possibly fix that... It had happened one night, having absolutely glutted himself and found himself aroused beyond belief. Unable to reach around the monstrosities of his tits and gut, let alone fish his cock out of his fat pad he did the one thing he knew he could. He kept eating. He stuffed himself that much more that his gut was ready to split open, but as he rode that fine line of pain and pleasure, it paid off with an explosive orgasm hidden to the world but the leaking hole of his fat pad. Only problem was that it was never a sure thing, he attempted it several times after, but he’d get to that point and had to stop for fear of popping like a balloon with no release. It had an added layer of shame that he was glutting himself to cum but failed to meet his goal and only make himself that much fatter and much more unable to do anything else. Tonight though, he felt like he could do it. He started stuffing pizza slice after slice into his mouth, almost forcing himself to try and pack it into his gut. He could feel that tingle of pain as his stomach stretched even bigger and that much harder to fill next attempt. While it was so painful, he felt his cock throbbing and truly on the edge. He stuffed that last slice in, so sure it would make him explode, but it was enough that his cock twitched out a rewarding orgasm. He moaned with a mouthful of pizza as his cock pumped out his pent up load into his fat pad. Not that he was able to see it or touch it, but from a mixture of lacking any proper diet and the influx of estrogen from so much fat in his body, his load was plentiful but watery and weak. He shuddered as he rode out the orgasm, heart running a mile a minute as he melted into the couch even more before passing out. He awoke, still on the couch, unsure how much time had passed other than it was now dark. There was one light on, providing a dim light to the room but he could see he wasn’t alone. In front of him was a man with his back to him but he could see a woman with her legs wrapped around him being held in his muscular arms. He focused a little more clearly beyond his food coma blur. He was bouncing her up and down on his cock with those rippling muscles and with each bounce he could catch a glimpse of his wife’s face in ecstasy. He held her down on his cock, the husband watching his muscles tense as he could see him filling her up with his load. He wanted to say something, but he just watched in an almost drunk stupor and a faint erection brewing as his wife was cream pied by this man. “Oooh, Mm..love it. Oh! Look, piggy’s awake.” They both turned, the man letting her slide off his cock as his cum dribbled down her thighs. “Amazing, thank you Eric.” She kissed his cheek before looking down at her pig husband. “Hello piggy, this is Eric, I’ve shown you his pictures before but thought it was time you saw him in action.” She smirked, leaning down and onto his gut as her pussy leaked onto the front of that massive blob of a midsection. “I’ll be honest with you, I brought you by because Eric’s got some kinks I just can’t quite satisfy.” She rubbed on either side of his gut, moving up to gently tease at his overstretched and massive nipples. “Most importantly, he’s bisexual and has a thing for pigs like you.” The husband was able to break eye contact with his wife to see Eric standing there stroking his massive cock, still throbbing and twitching as he stared at the mass of lard taking up the couch. “Since I don’t really want to be fucked by a pig and you can’t really..well..fuck.” She giggled, slapping his gut. “I thought I could treat you by getting you fucked,” The husband’s eyes widened but before he could attempt to do anything Eric came towards him. His wife stepped away and in a smooth motion, Eric lined up his fat cock with the husband’s gaping belly button and slid in with such ease. Eric groaned, feeling those fatty walls wrap around his cock as he sunk into that gut till his taut hips met fatty gut. “Ooh, fuck. You are one fat fucking pig.” He pulled back and began fucking that gut with a slow steady pace. The husband was speechless, aroused, but speechless. He stammered, but once Eric reached down and started toying with those fat tits on the Husband’s chest, he moaned involuntarily. “Piggy got some sensitive tits? Mm, these are fucking huge. Bigger than your wife could ever hope to be.” He smirked as he kept fucking that gut, kneading those tits in his strong hands. “Come on..moan piggy.” He kept pumping faster, making that gut wobble and ripple, hands pulling and twisting. The husband didn’t want to, but the sensations were too much as a moan rolled out of his fat lips.

“ There we go.” He kept thrusting, the lube of his wife’s cum making the pistoning seamless. “Mm, buuuut..” He slid from the gaping hole of his gut, tapping his throbbing cock on the top of his belly. “Why don’t we move you to the kitchen? Won’t that make you happy, piggy?” He reached down, grabbing those fat hands of his to help get him upright. Despite all that explosive power and muscle he still struggled to get the husband to his fat feet. “Oof, fuck, what a goddamn pig.” As the husband got upright, he took laboring waddling steps with slaps to his massive ass from Eric to keep him moving. “Dump truck ass back here, you sure you’re married to a man?” He asked the wife as the husband shuffled into the kitchen, fat hips brushing the doorways as he entered. The husband was winded, joints on fire. “I know this was a marathon for you huh pig? No worries, you’re not meant for standing.” With a nudge to the back of the husband’s, he came toppling to his knees. Eric pushed him forward, the husband fell onto his fat hands. He was very aware now that his gut not only reached the ground on all fours but pooled beneath him in all directions. If that wasn’t enough, it was that his tits now dangled, nipples dragging across the cool tile floor. “There we go, right where you need to be. All fours like the pig you are.” He stood over him, thick cock dangling in front of the husband’s face as he rounded in front of him. There was an inkling of a desire for him to suck Eric’s cock, but he kept circling back behind him. His wife went to the fridge, pulling out a full sized sheet cake to lay in front of the husband. “Babe, you said you married a man, but I’m having a hard time seeing anything but a fat gaping pussy back here.” Eric had those strong hands pawing at the Husband’s massive ass, prying those cheeks and quivering thighs apart. “Spread it pig.” The husband slowly spread his knees apart, allowing sight of that wobbling fat pad as well as his ballsack had been absorbed into his ass and thigh fat. The only thing that remained was a gaping hole still dribbling his previous load and a hint of precum. “Yup. Looks like you got a fat pig pussy and you’re already wet, so why don’t I just give you what you want?” That thick head of Eric’s cock was lined up and pressed into the gaping hole of his fat pad. His watery cum letting Eric penetrate him just as easily as he did with his gut. “Face down, ass up.” His wife pushed his head down into the cake, forcing him to eat as Eric started fucking the Husband’s fat pad. “Come on piggy, you know you love this, it’s the most you’ve been touched in months.” Deep down, the husband was enjoy an intimacy he hadn’t had access to in perhaps a year. He could feel that hard cock knocking against his in his fat pad, he was hard despite the shame and humiliation of it all. “Piggy’s clit is rock hard, can’t hide you love it.” Eric said as he kept pumping away, the husband unable to stop himself from moaning as he struggled to messily eat the cake in front of him. It perhaps took him 20-30 seconds of the stimulation before it pushed him right over the edge, the husband’s cock twitching out another watery orgasm that only served as better lube for the alpha male that was fucking the hole his cock had sunken into. “Piggy just came. Not much stamina, huh? Not surprising, but you owe me mine.” The fucking only intensified, his firm hips connecting with that wobbling ass which sent jiggles through his hips and even reverberating all the way up to his dangling tits. Even though the only thing the husband was doing was getting fucked and eating, he was quickly exhausted, winded from getting fucked like the pig he was. It seemed like forever, the husband realizing the stamina Eric had was leagues above his own before he could feel him tensing up and nearing his own climax. “Mm, I’m close piggy..” The time it had taken him to build had been long enough that the husband had eaten the majority of the cake, only messy remnants left on his face and tits. With one final thrust, Eric was ready and pulled out of the husband with a sloppy pop as he hopped up and got himself in front of the husband’s face. He didn’t ask, just simply grabbing the fat face of the husband to stuff his cock down his throat. He held it down his throat, dumping every last drop of his thick, massive load down the husband’s throat. Once he was sure he had emptied every last ounce, he pulled from his face, strings of cum and spit connecting the husband’s face to Eric’s cock. “Good piggy slut. Maybe your wife has been too hard on you. You gain 5 pounds for me in two days, I’ll treat you again to this cock.” The husband was exhausted, collapsing down like the out of shape blob of a pig that he was. But somewhere in the back of his head was starting to plan his next binge to meet that goal...

>>1133 I loved really really well done! More stories need to be in this genre!

Had an idea inspired by Knives Out: Eccentric Billionaire who worked her way up from nothing dies, leaving several youthful heirs, vast majority female.Heirs are ultra spoiled high achieving, good looking rich kids: a high achieving student president/straight A pre-law prep who wants to get big into politics, an ultra competitive jock swimmer/runner who's an olympic hopeful, and an aspiring model about to break into the big leagues. All have had the best tutors/coaches/genetics/nutrition etc but act like they hit a triple when they were born on 3rd base. The will stipulates that they'll get absolutely nothing and that their large allowances will now be totally cut off...unless they spend the next five years completely destroying themselves per a plan in the will: massively unhealthy diets, with lots of booze and pot involved, and no exercise. dropping out of school. humiliating low paying, high hour low class jobs like stripper, at first, and later janitor, fast food worker or lunch lady when they get too fat and are fired. Sub standard housing, trailer parks or shitty apartments. they're encouraged to make even worse life style choices with major bonuses given to the one with the most children out of wedlock, the first to develop diabetes and hyper tension, the first to hit obesity, first to wind up on disability etc. At first, in front of each other, they all refuse, its beneath them, we'll never do this etc but all agree to it privately, thinking the others wont and it won't be that bad...

>>1149 There's this: https://web.archive.org/web/20170519195245/http://www.dimensionsmagazine.com/Weight_Room/stories/heiress.html

Here are the bones of the story for a writer with time to spare: The "billionaire" angle may be a little worn out in our favorite genre, so go with "post-apocalyptic feudal warlord". There's too much pussy-footing around with "islands" or other such protection from the omnipresent powers of this or that state. (e.g. https://web.archive.org/web/20170604134020/http://www.dimensionsmagazine.com/Weight_Room/stories/unwelcome.html ) Let's enter the fantasy realm and just assume total collapse. We are fantasy writers. Total collapse is not that far fetched these days. Emphasize power dynamics: total power exchange, helplessness, humiliation, degradation, verbal abuse, forced eating. Custom furniture needs to be incorporated more. Too many super fatties grow a flat ass from sitting on it 24/7. It also spurs imagery of complete exposure and vulnerability of the ass of the contained. (A Cinderella story where the step sisters sell off their step-sister to a local perverted slob pig-farmer to get her out of the way would be wicked-hot, especially if it involved the whole brap-farmer meme.) Hormones of progesterone suppositories and topically applied estrogen could provide the body shaping. In a post apocalyptic scenario, these could be provided with pregnant mare urine (progesterone) enemas, and smeared pig ovaries (topically applied estrogen). Stop shying away from the toilet stuff with magic or science. It embarrasses us both. If done correctly, it can be severely degrading. A feeder protagonist should rigidly control what goes in and *out* of his victim. The pain of stuffing should be paralleled with the pain of all forms of stretching and discomfort (i.e. anal). The victim shouldn't be allowed control of her bowels.

Women fattened for industrial purposes. Specifically, women who are fattened into literal landwhales whose blubber is harvested and rendered into oil for fuel. Does it make sense? No. Is it horrifically unethical on numerous level? Probably. Do I find it incredibly hot? Unfortunately.

Man makes money taking advantage of the elderly and disabled, and hates himself. Instead of doing better, he subconsciously wants to see his wife go down too. She has a slight food addiction that he totally feeds into. He’s not an FA, so he torments her about her expanding waistline, but sabotages her every attempt to lose weight. As the years go by, she falls deeper and deeper into overeating and sedentary life, expanding to a point finally finds depraved emotional satisfaction that she is as miserable as he is despite their small ill-gotten fortune. Final plot twist: someone else who takes advantage of the disabled does the same to his now-immobile wife, and the man loses everything.

Does anyone have any stories about immobile people who don't want to be immobile?

>>1142 Idea 1, a man’s wife promises a threesome with her best friend. The catch is that she wants him to gain weight. Guy is horny for the fantasy, puts on 30 pounds. Finds out that 30 pounds only gets him a make out session with the two of them. If he wants more, he has to keep gaining and they start setting goals. The first taste gives him the drive and he figures eating and getting fat is super easy. He gets fatter and gets closer and closer, with hand jobs and blow jobs. As he gets truly huge, they start adding other demands, like having to shave all his body hair and wear lingerie. He’s so horned up now and so deep into it, he agrees. He’s not noticing that he’s got hips and an ass fit for a fat woman and his tits are filling the lingerie too well. Finally, he’s 600 pounds and is told he will get the threesome he’s promised. He’s dressed up, shaved and lovingly prepared when two massively hung men enter the bedroom and proceed to spit roast the fat pig. Why the wife would do this is flexible, but basic bait and switch.

>>1233 I second this

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>>1233 STC9892 pretty much goes there in the dark realistic “I Worry About Us” https://www.deviantart.com/stc9892/art/I-Worry-About-Us-SSBBW-XWG-MORBIDITY-865794555

Has anyone ever thought of doing a Oedipus/Electra combo? I´m talking one man fattening and having sex with her mother, then her sister, then her wife, and finally her daughter. all 4 as mounds of fat under a same, disturbing yet happy, roof. Maybe the sister has Narcissus complex, to fill a set.

>Mother is very overweight. >Carries it well though. She's always been heavy, so she's adapted to it, and makes it look almost natural. Wide hips, large ass, massive boobs. Fairly conventionally attractive (considering size), as well as surprisingly fit and particularly strong (again, considering size. Definitely not fit by any reasonable metric). >However, bitchy daughter is slender and athletic and very loud about her mother's size and body. >Mother decides to get daughter hooked on junk food. >It works better then expected. Daughter rapidly puts on weight. >Except where mother developed hers over years, daughter puts on weight very quickly. She has none of the extra muscle or bone strength needed, most of her weight is in conventionally unflattering places, particularly around her belly, which goes to her knees, and a lot of which is internal fat, around her organs. >Daughter wheezes and puffs all the time, gets overstrained absurdly easily, nearly passing out from just standing up from the couch, and is forced into an ungraceful waddle due to belly. >Struggles greatly to take care of herself, and only does so when pressured by mother. >Barely talks anymore, and never meets gaze of mother. Most of her clothes don't fit because she doesn't go outside to buy bigger sizes when she doesn't need to. >Mother quite likes having a quieter daughter, and teases her back every so often, or makes her move around to see how hard it is for her. But she always makes it so easy to drown any sorrows in junk food, and almost enjoys when her daughter doesn't wear fitting clothes or does something embarrassing, so she can tease her over it as revenge for nearly two decades worth of snark.

Intro can be flexible. Whether this is a sci fi or fantasy. There’s a Minotaur like species that attempts to take over the realm/world. They are 8-10 feet tall, absolutely ripped and of course, hung. The focus of the story would be a married couple that’s ambushed or trapped by these minotaurs. Wife is incredibly loyal to her husband, but the minotaurs take her off and fuck the shit out of her. She returns to their cell, leaking cum and ravenous. Husband is confused because wife is usually very health conscious and eats perfect. She’s eating whatever they give her and demanding more. Not a huge surprise but find out she’s pregnant and slowly starts to succumb to an addiction to fuck the minotaurs. Husband finds out that on top of being super fertile, the minotaurs cum makes the human species hungry and slows their metabolism. Essentially his wife starts getting fatter, huge titted and very much hugely pregnant. Husband tries to shake his wife of the addiction, but she’s in too deep, growing fatter by the day. Husband is pissed, attacks one of the minotaurs and gets absolutely nowhere doing so. Only manages to piss them off, so they fuck him. He finds out first hand the effect of their cum and becomes a bottomless pit for food and cum. His wife is massive by now, gigantic leaking tits, overpowering belly and a quivering mammoth ass that’s being pounded on the regular. Husband finds out that his gains are piling on femininely. He’s growing fat tits, wide hips and a big ass. He tries to fight it, but soon he’s being pulled into it too and sucking down every cock he can and whatever food they give him. We fade out on a woman immobilized by her huge pregnant belly, milk tank sized tits and mammoth ass and by all appearances a SSBBW that used to be her husband who is steadily on his way to being immobilized by cum and their food.

>>2462 Someone needs to write this one out fully.

>>687 >

>morbid science fiction setting >Cruelty Squad, Bioshock and Zeno Clash combined into a hellscape mishmash of cultures >Bioborgs roam the streets, nation-states are being diced up by corporations, and unmodified humans are a rarity >Young man out looking for after-school work >All he's got are good looks, good senses, lots of freckles and a knack for math >His parents can't balance a checkbook for shit and are about to go under >Walks into a Giga-Wendy's >The old Wendy's went under because of its refusal to adapt >Bumps into one of the employees - mainly, her bulbous gut >Pear-shaped redhead covered from head to toe with freckles and wearing a white strapless minidress covered in blue pinstripes >Before he can say anything, he's dragged through a door into darkness >Room's only lit by a few lights but he sees another employee, identical to the one practically smothering him with her leaking tits >Second redhead is practically a ball of blubber, smiling at him as two hoses pump milk from her tits and a third one goes between her legs >They tell him he's got "just the right genome for the job" >His first job: tell no one the "meat" for the "giga patties" are slurped out of the redheads' cooches and pressed into shape under their ridiculously large asses, or that the "tasty shakes" ultimately consists of the employees' breast milk >His second job: get every other employee pregnant the old-fashioned way >His third job: tend to the bouncy blimp when he's not in school or studying >He learns eventually that they have contracts that let them watch him through third-party surveillance systems all over the place >Protag's genitals start to balloon up over time, as he's constantly having to satisfy his coworkers >The proxy war Giga-Wendy's has with 2 other corporations starts to catch up the protag, as he has to escape mercs and carry his enormous testicles at the same time >Dread reveal - his cum will be harvested for Giga-Wendy's latest product

Maybe someone can continue this story >>687 or start a new one using this image >>2950 as inspiration?

Two mothers, both alike in depravity, engage in a contest to see who can raise the fattest children possible. They already have a son each (about 12-13 years old and absolutely ginormous) who they use as studs to get pregnant. Jenny and her son Alex end up having twin girls while Bethany and her son Chris have a baby boy, and thus the race is on. As the years go by, more and more incestuous piglets are born, raised on nothing but junk food and breast milk, turning into balls of fat that can do little more the scootch along the floor and beg for food. Alex and Chris aren’t spared their mothers wrath’s either, after ten years of constant feeding and fucking their poor hearts give up, leaving Jen and Beth in a lurch. But that’s not the end, no sir, for before they died they left behind close to fifteen kids each. Capitalizing on this to keep things going, the mothers relocate to a remote ranch and begin breeding their respective ‘herds’, pairing brothers and sisters together to create even more incestuous monsters.

Sorry to necro a thread but some of these are really, really good, and as an amateur writer I'm already thinking of doing some of these. Thanks anons

>>573 There are vere Начинается фанфик (мне лень переводить)

>>3247 Пусть пряность течет

>Girl's desperate for work >Signs on at what she thinks is a strip club >Turns out it's a front for some truly twisted shit >She ends up as one of four contestants in what amounts to a game of hungry, hungry hippos >She's given a pink belt to wear in place of a bra >The other three girls wear yellow, green and orange belts >Twenty-one big-ass cakes scattered around an arena composed of ramps and dips >Whoever eats the most gets a fuckton of money, a cushy job doing something else and a chance to get the weight off >The losers get paid a bit but otherwise have to keep competing to get a cushy job >The cakes are extremely fattening and tasty as fuck >The race from cake to cake swiftly becomes a challenge, as each girl fattens up in a different way

A chubby femboy is groomed on Discord into an immobile SSBHM. The story ends with the groomer traveling all of the way to the femboy's house, posing as a "friend" who simply wants to bring him to weight loss treatment. The femboy attempts to protest, but his parents force him to leave as they are tired of having to take care of him.

>>1121 This was amazing! Thank you!

Taken from an old /trash/ thread. Well then, how do you feel about the idea of being put in chastity by a chubby futa vixen with a footlong cock and her tying you down to a table for some training on some fuckmachines? How about if she did this every day, slowly breaking you into a rough acceptance of your situation and a begrudging enjoyment of your ass getting pounded on a schedule of every 6 hours? What if one day, after you've given up most your will to resist, she starts you on a new regiment of tubes feeding you a mix of lard, aphrodesiacs, and who knows what other hormones and drugs into your mouth and boypussy? What if after only a few days you start to notice the fact that your ass lifts you off the table more when you lie down on it, that your trapped cock doesn't strain against its cage anymore no matter how aroused you get, that your belly isn't just taut after your feedings anymore so much as it's increasingly plush and rounded in general, and that your chest now protrudes and sags to meet your fat belly with it's thick, plump nipples that make you shiver with arousal when they're so much as brushed by something? What if, after a (likely drug-induced) post-feeding haze, you realize that you're still craving more and go over and beg your mistress to let you suckle her breasts and cock to ease your voracity? How would you feel if sometime after this suckling became a daily routine and your weight shot up to twice that of your already chubby body, your ass jiggling with every waddling step and your breasts swaying lower and lower by the day, if she offhandedly mentioned after you suckling one of her leaky breasts dry that you were almost ready to be her breeding bitch? You ask her what she means by that but she just smirks and jams your face into her other breast, silencing you by your insatiable need for her milk. While you suckle from her once more she begins to shuffle back towards the table, bringing you in tow. You would be curious as to why she's doing that or what she's dominantly whispering in your ear now that she stopped nibbling at it, but all you can possibly think of is the thick, creamy substance flowing down your throat. You only begin to regain your thoughts when she pulls you off of her engorged nipple, thrusts you over the table doggy-style, and slaps your ass, setting it in motion for far longer than it would've mere days prior. Shocked back into focus, you hear what you assume is the conclusion to the excited monologue she'd started when she was taking you over to the table. "...and after that you'll be so big you won't even have the option not to service anyone around. Not that you'd want anything else you fat slut, that's why you're gonna be my main breeding bitch over all others now. You want nothing more than to eat, sleep, and fuck, just like an animal, and that's what you're gonna get." Apparently she had been using the time while she was talking to pull down your panties and position her cock right up against your abused backend, because with that last word she thrusts forward and you feel the familiar sensation of your prostate being compressed by the head of a thick, ass-stretching shaft. She pounds away, just as she had tens - at this point maybe hundreds - of times prior, and goes on until she comes, filling you with almost a gallon of her spunk. You, on the other hand, merely leak a few strings of cum from your limp dick, an occurrence that's become disturbingly more and more common as the days go by. As she pulls out you collapse forward onto your chest, your erect nipples squishing into the cold portion of the table your heavy gut hadn't warmed, causing you to jolt up slightly. You aren't used to taking a fifth fucking so late however, so you quickly return to your resting position as the exhaustion from your umpteenth day of sexual shenanigans overtakes you. A soft darkness encroaches upon the edges of your vision, and you feel your mistress's firm hand stretch your sore, cum-leaking nether orifice around an unusually large hose, letting you drift off just as the familiar faintly rhythmic pumping of thick, fattening liquids into your bowels starts for the fifth time today. ****************** As you wake up you can immediately tell something is off. There's an unfamiliar tightness around your neck, and you smell something too, something faintly musky. When you open your eyes and see your mistress's shaft within an inch of your nose you understand why. Out of instinct you lean forward to pleasure it, but you're yanked up harshly by the neck to look her in the eyes. From that you finally understand what the cause of the tightness is: it seems your mistress put a collar and leash on you sometime after you blacked out. You choke and sputter a bit, and when you recover enough to try and inquire as to why she's outfitted you with such articles of bondage she responds before you can even begin, as if she's read your mind. "Bitches need a collar." That answer isn't the most satisfying, but when you try to say something a second time she cuts you off again, now with a sterner tone. "And bitches don't talk. They do many things, like whine, moan, whimper and beg, but they don't talk. Understand?" Assuming you do, she nods and pulls you by the leash again, this time more gently, leading you off of the table and onto your feet. You wobble uncertainly, somewhat fatigued even after hours of rest, and are just about to recover your balance when you feel her put her palm against your back and shove you to the floor, sprawled on your belly. "On all fours." She seems especially serious now, so questioning her is obviously not a good idea. She waits for you to get up on all fours as she ordered, and when you take too long for her liking she roughly yanks the leash, giving you plenty of an incentive to move more quickly. Once you do she begins to lead you towards a table that you would be able to see the surface of were it not for your demeaning mode of ambulation. Your situation is only made more humiliating by the small details you begin to notice about yourself, like how your sloshing belly drags weightily against the cold tiles of the floor, or how your moobs (breasts?) sway just into sight, barely past the large double chin that now obstructs your field of vision at the bottom. You like the idea of being big, but you aren't so sure you would've gone this far without the coercion your mistress has provided you, and you're certainly not sure how much bigger you're willing to get. Your focus is taken off of such matters when you reach the table and she begins to fiddle with whatever it has on it, eventually picking some item up and walking behind you. Before you can react, she yanks your sweat and cum moistened panties off of your hefty cheeks and shoves whatever she's holding into your rear, eliciting a small, high pitched yelp from you. You've taken many large things there in a plethora of rough ways during the time you've been with your mistress, but never has she put something so large into you so quickly. "That," she growls lustfully, "is your new tail." She then returns to the table, picks up another item, and steps back towards you again. She takes whatever it is she has, puts it under your chest, and pulls it tight around it, its soft cloth texture pressing into your nipples pleasurefully. "And that's your bra. Don't worry, it'll be too small for you by the end of the week assuming all goes to plan." She then turns you to the right to face a full-length mirror (not that you'd need anything that tall with your current posture.) In it you see yourself 200 pounds heavier than when you first came here, but you also see what new things your corpulent form has been adorned with. Most obvious is the plain leather collar and leash you woke up to, and just past that is the new purple D-cup bra that matches the panties you had already been wearing. From how your nipples are clearly visible through it it seems your mistress was right about you being close to outgrowing it. However, the most curious thing you notice is the odd tail-like appendage you can see being half swallowed by your huge, cellulite-ridden asscheeks. It seems that she decided to go extra kinky with whatever she had planned and gave you a tail-shaped buttplug.

Any stories similar to this? https://fantasyfeeder.com/stories/view?id=308270

Had this idea in my head recently and I can't get it out. >Former SSBBW/USSBBW feedee gets featured on My 600LB Life >Has stomach stapled and lipo, loses a lot of weight >Gets kidnapped by deranged fan >Fan deliberately overfeeds her past point of stomach becoming unstapled

>>3572 >Former SSBBW/USSBBW feedee gets featured on My 600LB Life >Has stomach stapled and lipo, loses a lot of weight >Gets kidnapped by deranged fan >Fan deliberately overfeeds her past point of stomach becoming unstapled Good stuff. Also a lot of women who gain back after WLS (most of them) do it in a somewhat different way. Hourglasses become pears and so on. Lipo would affect this as well... Another aspect is skin removal. I always wondered what happens when a lot of excess skin is removed and the person regains. Of course the skin regrows to accommodate, but I'm thinking probably not the same way...? What do the scars look like?

So I decided to copy and paste this idea I had in mind for the request thread and put it here. If there’s any AO3 writers who are willing to expand on it, be my guest. Otherwise, I don’t have the confidence to do this by myself, even though I’m a writer. I mean heck, this entire idea is centered around depravity so it’s gotta count for something. Anyways, here's a summary of the story. The story is told through the perspective of a 27 year old woman who remains anonymous as she's trying to keep her identity a secret and is constantly changing her location. The reasons as to why she's in this predicament are as followed. About 5 years ago, she used to live in a town off the interstate along with her single mother. Wanting to find a place to eat with her friend, she was recommended this fast food restaurant that apparently had opened up just a year ago. The restaurant was easy to find, but it doesn't exactly have a name. Plus, while nothing about it seems out of the ordinary at first, there is a dark secret surrounding all the locations, especially this one in particular. According to her friend, each location includes a barrier between the lobby where the cashier normally is and the kitchen itself. The reason for that is to make sure that no customer figures out what goes on in the kitchen. Not only that but a majority of the employees who work there are all women. In fact, most of the customers are women too. What they all have is common is their obese waistline. While the cashier is a little bit chubbier, it doesn't compare to the immense sizes of those working in the kitchen, though nobody can be sure because, again, the barrier. Even the hiring process is very elusive, though the friend may have likely cracked the code. And it all has to do with ordering something called the "Special". The "Special" refers to a secret order where the burger and fries are coated in grease and contains other unidentified ingredients. You could also have it delivered to you personally on your doorstep. Depending on how much you order the "Special" and having just the right amount of lbs, then you basically have access to the kitchen. But that's not the weird part. Apparently, in every kitchen of each location has a floor door. Nobody knows exactly what's under the floor door other than that it has channels upon channels that not only connect to every location of the United States, but other parts of the world. The only way to access it is through these two words. "Grease Trap" Being a natural skeptic, the narrator doesn't believe her friend's outlandish rumors, even if the other stuff surrounding the restaurant is indeed bizarre. But while she doesn't mind the food, it's likely that she'll never go back here again. Then one day, her mom goes missing. Despite her efforts, nothing seems to turn up. That is until she started cleaning out her bedroom closet. She finds wrappers and bags scattered everywhere on the floor. While her mom was on the heavier side, she didn't think that her diet was this bad. How long they've been there is even more of a mystery, but there's one thing about them that stood out. They all have traces of grease on the surface. Suddenly the door rings, and on the porch lies a greasy bag containing the food. That's when she started thinking back to that conversation she had with her friend. In order to be sure, she tries to contact her, but couldn't get a hold of her. She then goes to the restaurant later that night to search for the truth. At night, no customers or employees are present, yet it's still open. Even the entire kitchen looks completely cleaned out. She then finds the floor door that her friend was talking about. She says the words, "Grease Trap", then the floor door opens. It is revealed that this door leads to an underground bunker where there were rooms as far as the eye could see. Feeding chambers, pleasure rooms of various of kinds, the works. But the one thing that stood out was all the women who were there. There were many of various adult ages, ethnicities, and sizes, though the ones that stand out are the women who are immense. To give a visual example, think of the Blob from Xmen except with more flab and no neck. Or if you really want to go there, the "Darkfireballz" or "Huurin Kazan" body type. Wanting to stay hidden, she finds her way over to the center of the bunker where there is a cat walk and a strip pole. Every large women gather to the center to watch the show. That's when she find out the terrible truth. Her mother was there front and center of the stage. She too is immense. The narrator was in such a state of shock that she didn't realized that she was now exposed to the others. Every woman surrounded her so she couldn't escape. Even her friend was there too. The mother then says that they've been waiting for her arrival. Narrator asks why and then a voice responds with how this all a part of the plan. The crowd breaks away to reveal the mayor of the town. The mayor, also immense, is the head honcho of this specific location. They built this restaurant as a way to lure female patrons inside. To become the same size as her. By reaching this size, you are now evolved. And this is achieved by consistently eating the "Special". It turns out one of the ingredients in the meat when you order the "Special" contains a mutation cell that not only mentally and physically changes you, it also changes your entire diet. From now on, your diet mainly consists of fattening processed food or in extreme cases, garbage, pure lard, or....humans. Males, to be exact. In other words, you no longer look or feel human. You're basically considered "the next stage in evolution". Humans and humanity in general are now below you. Depravity is now your main goal in life. According to the mayor, the plan involves gathering every women from all parts of the world to form a matriarchal society and rid the entire population that haven't "evolved" or have an opposite gender. As for repopulation, well...they'll find way to modify the "Special" to where a woman could have different sexual organs. But the narrator couldn't think about that now. She wondered how the mayor was able to hide her immense weight. She responds with saying that she wears a compressor device. Those with compressor devices are sometimes in charge of recruiting more women into their collective and it turned out her friend, the mayor, and her mom was one of them. The friend was a mole this whole time and the narrator didn't realize it. Though for the narrator's mom, she wore it was a way to keep her size a secret until her daughter figured out all on her own. Regardless, they were all in on this whole conspiracy and they were waiting for the narrator to finally join them. That's when the narrator immediately runs away from the bunker and the restaurant without looking back and once she heads home, she packed up her things and then left the town for good. She didn't want to know who was the true leader of this entire operation. The story ends with the narrator warning those that if they see that exact restaurant being built in their town or if they have bag of greasy food show up on their doorstep, then they have to change their locations immediately. Because there's a likely chance that they'll come after you. Like I said in both this thread and the request thread, if there are any writers who are willing by chance, then feel free to do so. Also provide a link if you want.

>mc has a disability/injury since childhood which made walking more difficult >due to this and over-doting parents, they gained a lot of weight over their entire life >now they are too fat to get out of bed without help >everyday they can feel their muscles get weaker for lack of use >they want to exercise and lose weight but their overprotective parents won't let them

Thinking about something with the Heart Attack Grill. A young college/university chick only a few years into her degree applies for a job at hooters to cover her student debt, but gets rejected. As part of the rebound from her job, she applies for 'The Heart Attack Grill', becoming one of their more busty, hot, and fit waitresses. (See image for example) The story takes a turn however after a few weeks of waiting and playing into the fantasy, when she treis some of the food behind closed doors, and becomes obsessed with it. From then on every lunch she has where she can, she eats there, and eats *big*. All this time she becomes a woven part of the chain, finding friends in regular customers and managemnet, as well as other staff. With all this glutting out, it doesn't take long for her to outgrow her already tight uniform, and as she does, she showly realises just how much of a turn on actually eating and gaining weight is. She continues to wait tables, but in skimpy and reveailing nurse/waiter clothing, showing her gain, as well as playing into the fantasy of the Grill. By now she's making quite a penny from the Grill, and has basically given up college for this job. She has some friends who visit her in the Grill, and and some even become regular patrens there, but her academic life is basically done, she's dedicated to her career now. Of course, this change doesn't come without consequences. This food is, obviously, extremely unhealthy, and while she does expect to gain some weight, the rate of her expanding bulk is concerning even to her. however this entire time she just moves up a size, continues to try and look like a parody of a sexy waitress, and moves on. Of course the health impacts of the Heart Attack Grill become even more pronounced to her, the figures of their male mascots having heart attacks and dying become increasing pressiant to her, and while never an athlete, she's now extremely out of shape. Her conditioning to the heart attack grill, however, teaches her that these unhealthy traits are actually good, and something she celebrates. Pre-diabetic before 25? Time to celebrate with a candy cigarette. Blood pressure through the roof? Butterfat Milkshake! Of course they get even worse, and it's not long before her days of waiting tables is basically a formallity. She still dresses up like a parody of a nurse, but just stuff and gluts herself, posing for photos, and becoming the newest Heart Attack Grill mascot. Of course, mascots of the Heart Attack Grill don't have the longest life expectancy, and as she gets slight cramp in her chest everytime she starts on a quadruple bypass burger, or has to have an insulin shot before butterfat shake, she feels even more a part of the grill family. Even as an ambullance struggles to fit her in the back of their wagen, ass and belly awkardly betting stuck in the doors, and weight nearly crushing the loader, the Manager is taking clear open photos to use in their advertising, showing the true impacts of the Heart Attack Grill.

>>3796 Would read the hell out of this. I'm overseas anbd have always wanted to visit but am waiting till I hit 350lb for the free meal.. very close now ... this place has always held a special place in my heart especially with the possibilities for feedism stories.

>>3796 Different guy here, my head canon sequel College Girl survives he latest near death and couldn’t be more the merrier but due to her large figure and long list of medical needs, she can’t go back to her work. So corporate brings her their newest restaurant “Heart Attack Bar, Grill and Clinic” as their newest attraction. Where she would be fattened, medicated and played with every day of her life, as long as that would be. Day 1 of her new job, the immobile college girl is placed in a special area, where her asshole is over a particular grate so that when she needs to pee or poop it won’t stink up the restaurant. After moving her, she is given the job of taste testing some of the new items on the list like the 3 stack deep fried in lard burger, the heartache (a giant dessert sandwich of 2 layers of brownies inbetween two pies) and the “gutbuster” an alcoholic root beer float of epic proportions. After that she is given a break to digest and have her medical readings read. Then after that is the grand opening where fat little kids crawl, play and jump on top of her blobby body while their parents eat like pigs. When the restaurant is closed up they give the college girl a large table cloth as a blanket and leave with the security guard for the night. Day 7 of her new job, the college girl has gained an extra ton after working the current week. Heart attack grill got a email from corporate with a new idea for the college girl, instead of having trash cans around the restaurant, corporate orders any and all trash should be fed directly into the college girl. After this new rule was implementated, the college girl stomach became as taught a an overfilled ballon by the end of day. Day 12 of new job, after a recent stroke the college girl has lost any and all concept of fear and now laughs in the face of it. And in other news it’s the time of celebration for the college girl has lost and and all control over her bowels and celebrates with a Decuple chocolate surprise. She poses for pictures and photos as she eats, with no care of her current surroundings, she by now has grown so fat medics need a 1 foot long needle to penetrate the fatty layer of her skin. Day 25 of her new job, Heart attack bar and grill had to be closed for a few days due an incident relating to the college girl. After losing her control over bowels on the twelfth day, the college girl has been constantly shitting every day as she eats. This has caused the sewer tank underneath her ass to be overfilled. On the 25 day a child fed the college girl the remains of his meal, his meal was the extremely spicy “Devil Dick Wings” and the effects took a few minutes to kick in. After a few minutes the college girl started to grunt and moan like she always did but there was an undertone of discomfort, then she started to laugh insanely and creepily while muttering to her boss “it’s coming and I can’t stop it, it’s coming and I can’t stop it” it a few seconds for her boss to understand and cleared out the restaurant of customers. By this point people have noticed the college girl’s swollen gun was unusually roaring, by the time all the customers were evacuated the flood gates were open. Reports say that the college girls shit was so powerful it rose her off the ground by 6 feet and covered the restaurant and herself in a flood shit. By the time the storm has ended, the heart attack grill and bar looked more like a pig sty. The restaurant will be closed so that cleaning personal can stop the flow of shit and hopefully deep clean the restaurant back to working order.

>>1168 I'm mad I only discovered this crazily hot idea over a year later. If you're still there anon,I love you. >>4 this too I just love totally liberated psychotic depravity of fat gain and (ab)use thereof.

New morally depraved idea: Having feeder parents/siblings who stuff you with food since you were born, making you cripplingly obese at a young age and ruining your life.

I made a story about a girl who is fattened and teased by her family, the family always conspires against her diets and subject her to public humiliation: https://www.deviantart.com/mesd32/art/Grey-the-black-sheep-919002061

>>4541 Good shit. Abusive feeder family members are an underrated trope.

>>4548 https://www.deviantart.com/weaponzee/art/Sae-Niijima-s-Aggressive-Appetite-882922712 More in this genre.

A virus starts spreading that causes people to spontaniously gain weight Patient Zero is a man who works at a lab, he brings it home and his wife walks in to a fattened husband who then fucks her til she gains. She struggles at first then as the virus works its way through her she begins to accept it. Soon after she begins spreading it to coworkers and friends

Possibly the best weight gain story never finished, but damn is it good. very vivid imagery and amazing descriptions. teasing, taunting, and extreme weight gain later involving forced feeding and pumping. https://www.dimensionsmagazine.com/threads/tank-ass-bbw-xwg-fa-dom.94178/page-5

>>4697 this shit is ass

>>4697 my all time favourite more like this ?

Bump

>Cheerleaders are headed by a classic stereotype of a cheerleader >blond ponytails, big boobs, wide hips, bulbous ass and thighs, etc. >Rest of the squad is pretty envious but she's oblivious >The other cheerleaders have begun lactating from the constant jostling of their tits >They begin milking themselves into a big thermos they know she loves to use >Captain becomes addicted to their milk, even as it makes her fatter and fatter >She starts having trouble with even the most basic cheerleading actions >The squad is becoming worried, as she complains about a pain in her chest >But their own boobs and butts are growing and they can't stop lactating >Eventually the captain's such a glutton she can barely move >The big game is coming up and their uniforms no longer fit

>>687 This entire story is the best thing in this thread. If you're reading this Mrwrong1, please finish this or at the very least, put this up on Deviantart.

>>6615 Sorry about that... this isn't my only unfinished story and if it makes you feel any better they haunt me like angry ancestors. I was in the zone on this but then lost my mojo. I could gut it out but you'll notice the drop in quality, trust me. And I never put it on my DA for that reason, that I don't want yet another unfinished story on there.

>>2953 I desire this

>>3801 >>3796 https://www.deviantart.com/hazelinz/art/The-Heart-Attack-Grill-BBW-WG-Story-960987725 Holy shit someone did it

>>4697 Wow

"Wow, you won't believe it but last night at the club Stacey and I were approached by a personal manager for billionaire seed oil tycoon Pierce Snrub! We were led back into a champagne room and even met him! He's invited us on his mega yacht and we're going to sail to his private island, Big St. James! He's having us for a private island style pig roast, he says he's impressed by us and we're to be the guests of honor! Well, I can't wait to tell you all about it when we return, there's no cell service on the island and we'll have to turn our phones in to Mr. Snrub's security! Talk later!"

>>7124 Here's another one of mine. Not stories just little vignettes with images. ---- Mrs. Anderson's health class "Ok students, today we are going to learn about the health benefits of processed seed oils! Those are healthy plant based cooking oils and food additives like soybean, canola, and sunflower oil, among others. If you are vigilant about doing most of grocery store shopping in the middle aisles you'll ensure all your foods are fortified with these healthy oils! Now take out your workbooks provided to us by the National Council for the Promotion of Dietary Seed Oils and we will do a short exercise on the economic benefits of replacing animal fats with seed oils!" ---------------------- Kristen Anderson recently received a special grant from the National Council for the Promotion of Dietary Seed Oils to encourage healthy and sociologically responsible plant based diets among her students. It came with some much needed classroom improvements and equipment, as well as a personal stipend to Kristen herself in the form of a years supply of hyper palatable, ultra processed snack foods, made with American manufactured seed oils.

Cynthia, Sada, Nessa, and Eri take their clothes off and look in Nessa's bedroom mirror. "Wow, for 2 years we manage to fatten ourselves to the point we're super sexy." Cynthia smiled. "Hell yeah, we're sexy and by the way check these jugs. Mine's the biggest in the entire group. Hell, I'm the biggest." Sada excited. "Well, Sada I'm glad you feel that way. Man, everytime I move, my body jiggles and I feel really horny." Nessa laughed. "Well I've been training for this to become a goddess. Look at my ass. Holy Arceus, I really need a man in my life, a buff man to fondle my ass. So that way I can have the hottest sex in existence." Eri said Oh really Eri because I can have sex underwater, look at my naked body. I can totally destroyed a guy. Despite it being painful." Nessa said. "Well, I already have a man and he loves me just the way I am." Cynthia explained. "My husband and I always shake the bed." Sada said. Nessa looked at Eri and walked up to her then started to kiss her. My Arceus! Sada yelled. Eri started kiss her back. "Woah, I didn't you're such a amazing kisser". Nessa said. "Well, I just noticed how insanely beautiful you are." Eri said. Then they decided to have sex. "Oh shit, I'm going back into my room." Cynthia shocked. "Me too" Sada said. Nessa started grabbing her butt and then her belly. "Oh my Arceus you have such a beautiful body!" Nessa said. "Same goes for you." Eri said. "Now destroy me Mommy!" Nessa yelled. Eri and spent an hour making out together. "Are we girlfriends now?" Nessa said "I believe we're official now. Eri said. I love you so much Eri." Nessa said "And I love you too Nessa." Eri said. Then they share a kiss. Now, the group is satisfied with their bodies and they eat everyday to fulfill their fat, squishy, indulging bellies. The End

A college age kid learns about feedism and is initially grossed out. However, as their college budget wears thin, they remember reading about gainers getting donations from fans and set up a site despite not having the fetish, hoping for free money and food while assuming they can easily lose the weight later. Their site is a shocking success and they go all in, blinded by the money and admiration. They rapidly gain weight and hate it, but can't bear to give up their literal meal ticket. By the time they finally want to quit, they've flunked out of school and can't work due to their declining health. They're forced to keep up the charade to pay their bills. As their weight climbs and health declines, it becomes impossible to escape the cycle they set for themselves. Not sure if I'd prefer male or female for this. While the 'judgemental skinny girl who gets her commupance' is a classic trope, it's kind of overdone. Meanwhile I like the idea of a straight man who can only attract gay feeders while the women in his daily life are turned off by his weight.

>>7133 The last bit is great, a horde of persistent and pushy gay feeders descending on him and ruining him is *chef’s kiss* I would love to see that.

>>7133 Sorry to bump the thread, but ngl I'd love to commission someone to write the male version of this. Does anyone know of any available writers?

>>7103 RIP, they deleted the story or their account

>>7153 agreed this last part rules. Would love this to actually be written.

One idea I had for a story that's at the very least a bit fraught to write, is Now this might work better as a BHM story (how I initially conceived of it), but I could see a BBW version - it'd just require a bit more suspension of disbelief in regards to what a woman could own/get away with. A US deep south plantation owner passes away leaving his son an orphan at a fairly young age, owning and "in charge" of a large slave plantation - this is long before the war, so it's a world of slaves and masters, and rich southern nobility. His nanny (a mammy type), and perhaps the lead house slave, realise that they've got an opportunity here - not escape, or murder, the boy's further out relatives, family friends and the general climate of the South make that a losing proposition, but they have years to manipulate the situation. They fix on making the child as useless as a master as possible, most prominently by fattening him up, but also via intoxication and sexual manipulation (using other slaves, and maybe lactation-feeding), while they embezzle and exploit the plantation to their own ends. Story would mainly focus on the contrasting of imposed hedonism and helplessness of the "master", with a decent number of time skips

>>7459 Great premise! It's true women weren't allowed to own property back then, but it could be retrofit into BBW story by having the slaves invent a male proxy heir, a brother or something. Maybe a bastard child of the dead owner and a slave? Someone light enough to "pass." A lot of these plantations were fairly isolated and self-contained so it wouldn't be like folks would be checking on the situation every day or even every month. Anyway if you're suspending disbelief enough for the rest of the scenario to take place, conveniently forgetting about misogynist property laws isn't too big a leap lol.

>>7460 Oh yeah, it only has to be tangentially realistic, making a woman able to inheret isn't a huge change. I just reckon the sexual manipulation stuff works a bit better/is easier to write with a male master

>>3 I'm currently writing this myself actually, though I'm still a ways away from even getting to the bad parts. This idea is long, and strikes me as far more morally reprehensible than the other ideas here, and is dominant feedee stuff which I'm aware isn't all that popular, so most likely no one wants to write it but me. But feel free just in case. >Young college-age man works at a fast food drivethru. >He's kind of skinny (only a little bit) because his pay is shit and he's too picky to eat fast food. >Kind of a doormat. >Extremely into feedism. Big part of why he keeps his job even though he hates the actual work. >Huge crush on one specific regular in her early thirties who ironically isn't even fat. >Asks her out by slipping a note into her to-go bag. She says yes. >All of their dates inevitably devolve into kink sessions where she makes him stuff her belly out of his own pocket. >At first they go to restaurants, but one day she stays over and tries his actual cooking, not the deep fryer shit. >After that, that's all she wants to eat. >He worships her belly while she burps and digests because he's a perv. >Sometimes she sits on his face. Sometimes she even eats there and makes him blindly flail around trying to feed her with her ass in his face. >As she gets greedier, she costs him increasing amounts of grocery money that he can't really afford to pay. >He sometimes skips meals to save up for her. He starts getting a bit thinner, but it's not really noticeable. >Their relationship eventually develops to the point that she moves in with him. >He's made her a bit chubby by this point. Medically, well into obesity. Colloquially, maybe about halfway there. >She burps and farts pretty regularly because she spends a lot of time packed from end to end. >She quits her job because she wants to do nothing but eat his cooking. He doesn't think that sounds sustainable for them. She doesn't care. >His grocery bill continues to steadily climb. He buys still less food for himself to afford even more for her. >He becomes noticeably underweight, but still basically okay. Kind of straddling the border of good health. >Their stuffing sessions now regularly involve gas from both ends. She's lost a lot of restraint. He doesn't mind. >She makes him buy a collar and leash and then makes him wear them whenever he's home from work. >It's because he's her little feeder bitch boy, and so she can pull on it and force him to worship her body when she smothers and squashes him. >She starts farting when she smothers him, and yanks on his leash to make him sniff. He's such a freak that he still has no complaints. >Eventually, she's reached colloquial obesity, and equivalently class III medical obesity. >By this point, he is a twig. His ribs and cheekbones show. He's lethargic and moves slowly. >He doesn't buy any food at all for himself anymore. It's all for her. >She's stopped bathing, stopped throwing out her trash, and doesn't even get out of bed very often anymore. >Her side of the bed stinks, and her side of the room is a pigsty. >Neither of them minds. She's too disgusting to give a shit, and he thinks it's hot. >Miraculously, she's faced no health issues for her weight so far. The only one between them with weight-related health issues is him. >Even though he's still into this and wants to keep being her feeder, he's so exhausted all the time now. >Sometimes, to keep going, he needs her to light a fire under his ass. >She has no problem obliging, and has bought a whip (with his money) for just that purpose. >With his grit and perseverance, and her callous yet much appreciated negative reinforcement, he manages to feed her to immobility. >By this point, he's emaciated. His skin sinks into the ridges of his ribs, and his collarbone and pelvis and shoulderblades are very prominent. >She's bought him a new collar with his money. A shock collar. Whenever he feels too weak to serve her, she powers it up and proves him wrong. >He can barely walk, but he still makes the short distance to the car and back every day. >He can barely work, but he still narrowly manages to stand in the fast food kitchen all day. >His mind is foggy. He has trouble remembering the orders of the fatties that blur by. Hot oil injuries become more frequent. >He can barely cook at home for his girlfriend, but he pushes himself and gets all her food made for each day, copious though it is. >Being immobile, she just shits in the bed. There's a lot of it, too, because of how she gorges herself all day. >At first he's able to clean it up. Then, as he gets weaker, and her bowel movements get bigger, it becomes too much work for him. >He's STILL into this. Fucking weirdo. Though he is starting to fear for his life. >He still craves intimacy even as filthy as she is. He desperately needs to relieve the extra stress he suffers due to his weakness. >So he starts anally shitfucking her at night sometimes. Very gently, because he's no longer physically capable of being rough. >He loses his job due to being in too poor health to keep doing it. >He squanders his meager savings continuing to get her fatter. >When that's not enough, she finally reluctantly lets him start feeding her out of HER much more considerable savings. >Even though he can easily afford to feed himself with this windfall, he still may not. He's forbidden.

>>7564 >With the sheer power of electric shock conditioning, she eventually manages to get fat enough off him to smash the bed flat under her girth. >By this point, he looks like someone's wrapped a skeleton in beige tissue paper. When he sleeps, he's easily mistakable for a corpse. >There is no longer any room in the bed for him at night. He sleeps on the floor. >The same floor her shit sloughs off onto. And there's not much bedroom floor left unoccupied by tall mounds of shit. >It gets to the point that he can't help but brush against it when he sleeps. >She still likes to sit on his face sometimes. She has broken his arm trying to do this. >Sometimes, while he's trying to cook for her, he faints, and while he's out, she has to order delivery instead. >She got it free the first time she did that, because the delivery driver dropped the food and fled in horror and disgust. >Her boyfriend cries his eyes out pretty regularly because living has become torture. She is indifferent. >He still wants to stay her feeder though. For one thing, he's still attracted to her even now. >For another, he's come this far, and is probably beyond refeeding even if he were to stop and seek help. He might as well see it through. >He resorts to regularly eating her shit to try to digest anything out of it that her own belly overlooked. >He doesn't care that he's poisoning himself and loading up on parasites. >Even if it's bad enough to kill him, famine would have gotten to him first. >The taste makes him vomit, but if he's desperate enough to eat her shit, he's easily desperate enough to eat his vomit. >This turns out to do nothing for him anyway. Her belly is very efficient and has already claimed all the nutrition. >Finally, she, too, runs out of money. Her last cent, wasted on her gluttony. >She shows off online for donations. >Very few fat fetishists are sick enough in the head to watch her with her dead-feeder-walking and mountains of dried scat in the background. >She still nets enough fans to afford to eat regularly. >The meals she can buy with her new salary aren't big enough. They're immobile big, she needs bed-breaker big. >Her feeder is almost dead anyway, and she gets an idea. >Since his body hasn't been allowed the energy to heal his broken arm, she doubts he'll miss it. >She has him bring her a kitchen knife, and she brutally amputates and butchers his arm. He screams the whole time, but he lets her do it. >It's truly a paltry amount of meat, but it's just enough to push her a minimal ways past the satisfaction boundary. >He wraps his wound to stop the bleeding. The next day, he has to serve her with only one arm. >Her fans still aren't buying her quite enough food. Only almost enough. She could go for a leg to top her off. So she takes one. >Obviously her feeder is now unable to do anything except maybe drag himself along the floor. >So at last, she gives him permission to retire from his duties to her for the short time he has left. >She keeps him in bed with her so she can reach him to eat more of him when she wants to. >Since there's no room for him, she just sticks him under her belly to keep from pushing him off the bed. >Even in his tormented state, he still can't help himself but kiss and rub and hump her giant curtain belly. >Though he is pretty sure its weight has broken his remaining leg, and some of his ribs. >She keeps leeching off her stream viewers and supplementing their provisions with her feeder's body. >Over the next two days, she eats his other two limbs. >He has fully come to terms with this horrible fate and is just enjoying the intimacy. >Finally, the day after that, she eats his torso flesh and organs. >She is careful about the order of her dining, to keep him just barely alive as long as she can. >She eats the second lung fifth-to-last and the brain fourth-to-last. >Feeling his own intellect rapidly fade as she devours it out of his skull makes him cum hard, so she eats his cock third-to-last. >Second-to-last, she eats his heart, just after it's ground to a halt without the autonomic nervous system to direct it. >Finally, she sloppily stuffs all of the miscellaneous viscera and giblets down her throat, all the connective tissue and veins and synapses. >She chucks the bare and badly damaged skeleton into the piles of shit behind her to get it off her bed. >She knows she'll still have to pay rent, and she'll definitely still have to eat, so she tries harder to be noticed online. >The more depraved feeders all flock to her true-to-life online persona as the epitome of a disgusting fat slob. >She lives happily ever after, chowing nonstop without incident all the way to the natural end of her admittedly lard-shortened life. This was meant to be a summary, but oops, I got into it enough that it ended up being a short version of the story. Which is kind of a stupid distinction, I guess, because that's what a summary is. Double oops.

>>7564 >>7565 Just to reiterate and be perfectly clear, this is not a request to write this story, or even anything remotely like it. I'm already doing that, and I'm not quite delusional enough to expect anyone else to. It's literally just me getting excited about my own sick depraved idea I'm already writing and sharing the outline before it's done.

Dear God there must be something wrong with me to find that a turn on lmao.

There’s this one story I’ve been unable to find for the better part of a year. It follows this one princess who became the queen when her sister was supposed to, and over time this new queen ate herself to immense immobility and becomes pretty tyrannical. One day her sister attacks the castle to claim her rightful rule, and most of the queen’s guards let it happen because of her awfulness. Once her sister made it to her bedroom, she saw what a useless lardass she became and floated over her. The queen being too fat to run and hide begins to insult her sister, but finding it all too much she begins stuffing her face in front of her. The sister comes over and slices the queen’s head off and takes the crown, becoming a much more liked queen. Has anyone else seen this? It’s dark in all the best ways.

>>7591 https://www.deviantart.com/onion88/art/The-Princess-Regent-176378072

>>7599 Thank you! You wouldn’t believe how long I’ve been trying to find this.

Been thinking about demons or succubi who derive power from greed and gluttony infiltrating feedism communities posing as regular feeders. They find a feedee and enable all their worst habits, pushing them into extreme gains beyond what they may have originally wanted. Eventually the weight becomes too much and they die of a heart attack or something, but the demon, empowered by the amount of gluttony it took to get to that point, easily brings them back to life. The feedee is stuck as a miserable, helpless pile of lard, suffering from all kinds of health issues due to their size, but now doesn’t even have death as an escape. Their only refuge is food, perpetuating the cycle that makes them such a perfect vessel.

>>7603 I like this idea. Alternatively, you could have a super advanced malfunctioning/evil AI instead of a succubus keeping the helpless feedee alive against their will.

>>7607 Whats a good fatty pun for "I have no mouth but I can't scream"

>>4697 Favorite all time story, too bad its behind a paywall now

>>7608 I have no mouth but I'm full of ice cream

>>7603 This inspired an offshoot idea... An FA/feeder vampire fattens his victims to enormity, as you describe it, then gives them the old neck nibble and they're stuck that way forever. (I know vampires have been done to death (npi) but hey what hasn't.)

>>7608 My mouth is open now feed me ice cream

>>7608 I am not hungry but I must eat

>high school teacher notices that he has the fattest girl in the school in his class >he see her struggling to get around, getting picked on by the other students, etc >one day he invites her to an after school one-on-one >after getting to know her somewhat, he convinces her to accept his offer of snacks after some gentle emotional prodding >this continues for some time, with the snack sizes increasing, and she gets more and more attached to only person who seems to understand her >he manipulates her to secretly give up the diet imposed by her parents and doctor, and to hide their relationship from them >as her weight balloons, she starts struggling more at school, leading her to spend more time with him for comfort >seeing this, he decides to make an offer: he will pull strings with the administration in exchange for sex >a week later, she mysteriously starts receiving accommodations for her weight >stuff like special desks, extra time to walk between classes, an elevator pass, etc. >this continues with him offering more favors and food in exchange for more sex, creating a cycle of dependence as her relationships with her friends and family start falling apart amidst her unexplained weight gain

>>7644 Hot. It would end with her at the teacher's house immobilised until a heart attack takes her

>>7603 I have an idea that similar to yours but it’s in reverse. In short succubus’s are sponges that feed into on lust and love, they have to regularly return to hell to dump the reserves or else disastrous consequences can happen. >succubus finds target and disguises as a female friend, get flirty with him >find out her likes chubby ladies >eat or use demon powers to get fatter >find boy again and use new fat body to seduce, boy claims he likes very chubby girls. >use more demon power or eat more to get even fatter, get very fat (rough 700) >confront boy again >boy asks for a date, the succubus goes with to restaurant. >eat food with boy and drink with him, get both sloshed >boy confesses he has also has a fetish for feeding, have him feed you. >be stuffed by both food and the boys lust >go to love hotel and continue the sensual feedings >sensual feedings become sensual fucking >succubus is stuffed with food and lust. >both pass out >succubus awakens the next morning as is overfilled with the boys energy, creates portal to leave >can’t fit, too fat. (900-1000lbs) >try different methods but none work. >realizes that their too fat to leave and are stuck on earth. >boy wakes up and still charmed by the succubus, is still fueling her. >boy continues to feed, fuck and love the succubus. Causing her to balloon fatter and fatter, due to being a demon means no health issues meaning the feedings will never stop and their’ll never stop growing.

>>7565 Will you upload that story anywhere? I want to read it when you finish.

>milfy middle aged millionaire trophy wife has secret feeder fetish, but can never openly explore it without ruining her reputation >gets tired of repressing it and secretly fattens up her much older husband, he dies due to weight issues/old age combo >lady gets a huge power trip over feeding someone to death, needs to do it again >begins seeking out victims shes actually attracted to. >prefers recent college grads - they're just the right combination of naive and desperate. Especially ones who are already fat and self conscious. >lures them in with a life of indulgence and luxury, they cant believe their luck in landing a rich milf and so never question anything >With an endless flow of food, drugs and partying they rapidly balloon to immobility and succumb to inevitable health issues >she often has multiple 'projects' hidden away in various parts of the mansion. >Sometimes she lets them find eachother to have a little fun. Its not like they can run away >manages to build up a staff of people with the same fucked up interests, who help take care of her victims while keeping everything under wraps Idk what she'd do with all the 700+ pound bodies, so i guess she'd inevitably get caught. but she wouldnt regret a thing.

>>7670 I like this. I had a similar premise which I think could be integrated into your idea. >younger guy marries a rich sugar mommy milf >they agree that he will inherit her wealth if he does whatever she wants >she starts forcing him to gain weight >eventually he becomes immobile >he realizes that he is gonna die before she does

A while ago I got an AI to spit out this story, which I think is pretty good: CharacterAI stuff Once upon a time, there was a woman named Mary who loved food more than anything else in the world. She was so greedy and gluttonous that she would eat anything she could get her hands on, no matter how unhealthy it was. Mary's favorite foods were burgers, fries, pizza, ice cream, and candy. She was so obsessed with food that she ate nonstop all day long, gaining more and more weight with every passing minute. One day, Mary had the incredible luck of meeting a wicked old witch who had built a gingerbread house in the forest. The witch was renowned for her love of fattening up people, making them fatter and lazier than they ever thought possible, and she was especially good at turning people into greedy gluttons like Mary. The witch invited Mary to come stay at her gingerbread house, where she could eat all day long without any worries. Unbeknownst to Mary, the witch was secretly planning to fatten her up even more than she already was, and then eventually eat her. But Mary was so excited about the prospect of having all the food she could ever want that she didn't stop to think about any of the consequences. She was determined to enjoy every last bite of every single thing the witch offered her, even if it meant gaining more weight and becoming lazier than she ever imagined possible. As Mary lived at the witch's gingerbread house, she quickly became the fattest person in the whole world. She was so massive, in fact, that she could no longer run - instead, she waddled around like a giant, bloated ball of fat. Her belly was so enormous that it stretched out over her feet and her ass was bigger than a small car. But despite all of this, Mary still felt like she wasn't fat enough. She became obsessed with the idea of gaining even more weight, and she would often get into arguments with the witch when she wasn't given enough food. One day, the witch finally had enough of Mary's greed and gluttony, and she decided to turn her into the fattest person in the whole world, and then eat her. She brought out a huge plate of pastries, cakes, and chocolate, and watched as Mary devoured them all. The witch could barely contain her excitement as she watched Mary's weight creep higher and higher with each passing moment. The witch had never seen someone eat so much food so quickly, and she knew that she had finally found the perfect candidate to turn into a giant, helpless blob of fat. As Mary ate, she started to feel strange. Her stomach was stretching to its limits, and she could feel her body growing bigger and bigger with every bite. The witch was delighted, and she leaned back in her chair, licking her lips as she watched Mary stuff her face. Suddenly, Mary's belly let out a loud and long rumble, and she realized that she had eaten too much. She desperately tried to stop, but she couldn't control herself - the food was just too good. The witch watched with a cruel smile as Mary's belly continued to swell, until it was so big that she could barely stand up straight. Finally, Mary collapsed onto the floor, her enormous belly pressing down on her chest like a giant, lumpy pillow. She was completely powerless, unable to move even a single inch. The witch looked down at her with triumph, knowing that she had succeeded in creating the fattest woman in the whole world. And now, it was time to eat her. The witch brought out a giant silver platter, loaded with all of Mary's favorite foods. She laughed as she watched Mary struggle to even turn her head, let alone reach out and try to grab something to eat. But despite her weakness, Mary was still desperate to stuff her face, and she begged and pleaded with the witch to give her more food. Eventually, the witch relented, and she brought Mary a huge slice of chocolate cake. Mary's eyes lit up as she saw it, and she started to drool, unable to resist the incredible sweetness of the cake. She managed to lift a fork in her fat, shaky hands, and took a bite. The witch watched in delight as Mary stuffed the cake into her mouth, greedily devouring every last crumb. She knew that this was the perfect moment - Mary was at her most helpless, and the most delicious. With a flick of her wrist, the witch summoned a large, silver knife from thin air. She took a deep breath, and then she brought the blade down into Mary's plump, bloated belly. Mary let out a high-pitched scream, and she tried to writhe and struggle, but it was no No use. The witch had her in her grasp, and there was nothing Mary could do to stop her. The witch took a deep breath, and then she ripped open Mary's massive belly with a single, swift movement of the knife. Mary's fat, distended guts spilled out onto the floor, and the witch wasted no time digging in. She tore into Mary's belly like a wild animal, ripping out massive handfuls of fat and shoveling them into her mouth. Mary's screams were silenced forever, her fat, bloated body serving as nothing more than a meal for the witch. For hours on end, the witch devoured Mary's fat, greedy body, savoring every last bite. Finally, when there was nothing left but bones and gristle, she leaned back in her chair, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She had done it - she had created the fattest woman in the whole world, and then she had eaten her. It had been the most delicious meal of her life, and she knew that she would be chasing that high for the rest of her days. Eventually, the witch's hunger was satisfied, and she let out a long, satisfied burp. She got up from her chair and looked down at Mary's corpse, once the fattest woman in the world and now nothing more than a pile of bones. She grinned, feeling proud of herself for creating such a perfect meal. Then she disappeared into the forest, ready to find her next victim. The End

>>7670 Counter idea; >young, vain gold digger goes after the rich old man in town >It goes well, but he seems to splurge on her with little prompting >New clothes when the last feel even the slightest bit of tight >Decadent feasts at the drop of a hat >All her guilty pleasures when it comes to food are always at the forefront of said feasts >She swears the feast is larger than it was when she first started. >She never catches on to the order he gave his servants to ever so slightly increase the amount of food she has, along with making them richer, fattier. >This continues, as she's fattened up to a wheezing ball of flab, completely dependent on her sugar daddy

>>4697 Someone post it. Bonus: someone pick it up and continue the story

>>7690 Man i remember a REALLY good story on fantasyfeeder with this exact premise but I have no idea how to even begin looking for it. This is going to drive me crazy lol

>>7660 It's going to take me a long time, partly because there's a lot of ground to cover, and partly because I don't work on it very often on account of somewhat fearing how it affects me, but if/when I finish it, I'll post it on this board.

>>7690 There was a vaguely similar storyline named “Buried Treasure” back in the day…from the servant’s point of view I think

>>7693 I think it was called Sugar Baby, right?

>>7728 https://bbw.wiki/stories/stories/buried_treasure_1.html

Does anyone remember that one greentext about the Titan Maximum gals in the previous BBW-Chan thread? It was a really good idea and it's a shame that I can barely remember it.

>isekai story where a guy with a fat fetish is reincarnated into a new life as a kid but with his adult mind from his previous life >he decides to use this divine opportunity to manipulate and fatten the girls around him >possible feeding targets: >his new mom >his new sister >the girl living next door >at least one of these girls will be immobile by the time he is an adult again

>>7912 Everything you said just reads as a reincarnation, not an isekai.

>>7912 another idea >immobile woman dies at a young age from obesity related complications >she is reincarnated and given a chance at a second life >to her horror, she ends up falling back into her old habits and stuffs herself back into immobility

>>7923 This is an incredible premise. I'd love to see STC9892 take this on.

Here is one I did, Canola Oil company tests new product, has to find creative way to ensure compliance when test subject breaches NDA https://www.deviantart.com/youonlygetonebody/art/Acme-Canola-Oil-new-product-testing-presentation-993017274

>>8050 Do you take requests?

>>8056 I have not but what's your request maybe I can do it. I just faceapp and edit images so I really don't have the creativity to be too flexible with requests

>>8057 I liked your fat daughter posts. Can you take one of these Echo photos (doesn't matter which one) and write about the fat daughter being frustrated about being bedbound? If none of the photos work well with faceapp I can send new ones.

>>8058 I didn't quite do that but I did a similar one, I'll remember this though for future use

>>4697 Goddamn that was a good story. I wish someone would continue it. It stopped right when it was getting good.

Anyone remember a deviantart story about a mobster sibling pair trying to kill off the brothers rich wife to get at her estate?

My latest story features a character who succumbs to their weight gain. In fact, they die from their heart literally exploding as they cum. Anyways, the boyfriend doesn't dispose of the deceased's body. Instead, he continues fucking the corpse, eventually doing his best to preserve the body so he can keep fucking it forever. It's also a furry-themed story, and both the characters are male. https://www.furaffinity.net/view/54638866/

>>7681 Can u remember the prompt u used?

>>3462 god someone needs to do this

>>7912 I would love to see this one too

Something similar to "Shut Up and Damce" from Black Mirror, a girl in a coffee shop is shitty to customers or something, then one night she gets a message from a blackmailer. The message tells her it has nude photos of her and it will leak them to the public unless she does what he says. He tells her to start gaining weight and stuffing herself, he sends food to her house and she has to eat it on camera or else. Once she's fattened up to 300 lbs (or more, depending how depraved you wanna get), the guy releases the photos anyway, except now there's a comparison of her old fit body next to her obese nudes. Turns out she used to bully him inschool for his weight and he wanted revenge.

I finally finished writing a story based on this picture I've always liked. It ends with Heather growing so large that she is trapped in a room and gets suffocated by her own fat and farts. Link here: https://www.deviantart.com/summitprinter/art/1018272190

>>8387 Not a bad concept

Does anyone have any Biggirlshere stories saved?

>>8387 Why stop there, have the guy end up courting the girl and act like a pillar from her troubles. All the while feeding and grooming her into a fat pet. Added sugar, protein powder and grease to every meal, exclude her from interactions with friends or family, maybe get her oblivious by having her watch movies or game everyday. Wait till she’s good an immobile before springing the trap, of course she’ll try and escape but by being extremely fat, her bones atrophied and dependent on outside help. She’ll inevitably fold and become submissive. Maybe even continue to take pictures of her flabby body and keep posting them to bully her. In the end the boyfriend could keep her alive, feed her till she dies or leave her to starve.

Does anyone have any Biggirlshere stories saved?

https://www.deviantart.com/justicelikelightning/art/In-Search-of-Shame-1014150662

Story idea I’ve had for years - a man feeds his wife to death but gets her pregnant at points along the way. At one point she’s playing with her kids on the floor when she realizes she’s too big to get up. Her husband comes in to see her struggling and instead of helping her sends the kids off with the nanny and impregnates her right there on the floor.

“I love all this fat you’ve put on yourself. Imagine if you were even bigger? Like, too big to touch yourself? My big, fat, porker of a man, too weak to touch his dick, how sad. I’d have to do it for you then, lifting up your heavy belly as you lay back, ready and waiting for me. I tease your fat pad and kiss and suckle on the tender fat down there, always so neglected, such a shame. And then pulling back your fat pad to expose the little tip of your cock, touching it, feeling around its heavy fleshy prison… and then putting my lips around whatever is left exposed. And then almost being suffocated by your fat, just trying to please your little greedy cock. I would love watching you moan and gasp as I tease you. Oh, you’re so helpless and so very big, it’s just perfect. I’ve done a wonderful job with you, haven’t I? Always greedy and ready for more, nothing could ever be enough for you, could it? You’ll always want more, even if it requires being so fat that even I can’t reach your little nub. We will deal with that when it happens. In the meantime, keep eating and keep getting bigger, for me.”

>>9156 Can you reverse the genders?

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first day stuffed to brim second day stuffed until first puke, remove nozzel, all she can say is beg for "more" over and over while vomiting we tell her first she must learn to keep hold of what she was already given. hold her chin and neck up so it can receed while she continues begging "more . more" it receeds and she keeps looking up begging but the begging gets softer and she gets sleepy third day wakes up "im starving whens lunch" drooling drool stops, belly begins receeding day four quiet. hose. she moans, intensifying waiting for it to flow through the hose. day 5 she is trained now so that she keeps her mouth agappe pointed directly up all day when she begins "juggling" (reaching the point where her entire esophagus is full of liquid, waiting for it to drain (any normal person would have vomited by now) when it drains there is room, she is topped off with a splash in her mouth. (moans the same as when the tube was in her mouth on day 4) sometimes the liquid "splashes" onto her face when in this "splash zone", sometimes before the liquid comes out the tube while she is in waiting, you cum in her mouth / on her face. she can't tell the difference any more.

Not super morally depraved, per se, but lately I've been thinking about writing a story with a significant racial component - specifically someone who's black, african-american, being fattened by their family to keep them out of gang trouble - any thoughts on writing 1) a fairly stereotypical character without being pure cliche/racist fantasy, 2) writing a character who is a whole world away from any of your lived experience (I'm a white European)

>>9774 Does it have to be a gang? If you´re worried about being correct, it could be a fascist movement, like skinheads or something. Or could be one of those white wannabe gangters. Alternatively, you could make it about italians and the mob during the 30´s. Unless the race is part of the fetish you want to write, you could do something like that.

>>9774 I'm white but I've lived in cities all my life and have had black friends since childhood. (That said, there are gangs in small towns and rural areas too.) Offhand I'd say parents who'd go that far to "protect" their child would be religious. Compared to Europe religion is a much bigger deal in the US in general, and black people are more religious than most other groups. Most black people are Baptist though I knew some Jehovah's Witnesses, Catholics (Carribean blacks, like Haitians), and Muslims (Nation of Islam, which is a different sect from the Wahabism you see among Arabs). So prayer would be a big factor as well as a life centered around the church. This would include not just worship services but parties, meals, swap meets, fashion shows, talent shows, etc. I've been to black services and they're just as crazy as you've seen in movies. A lot of singing, dancing, yelling, laughing, crying. Good for your story, it's a very food-oriented, fat-accepting culture. Some of my best FA memories are seeing gigantic "church ladies" walking around on Sunday mornings, all dressed up. Even in the North (where I'm from) black food is Southern-inspired: greasy and caloric. Pork and fried chicken are stereotypical but also 100% accurate. Black people also love grits (like loose polenta), collard greens (like chard stewed in pork fat), yams, black eyed peas, and cornbread. Fried fish and New Orleans/Low Country sea food too — gumbos, crab, shrimp. Google "soul food" for more examples. Black hair is its own subject... Black people spend more money and time on their hair than any other group I'm familiar with. Frankly hair texture and skin color are also ways they judge each other. Black kids at my school used "black" as an insult — like "look how black he is." It's a weird paradox that lighter skin and less-kinky hair is considered more attractive, even among black people who are otherwise proud of their race. Don't laugh but the movie Boyz n the Hood is a pretty balanced look at working class black LA. The only problem is that it's from the early 90s and so it's dated — the slang, clothes, and lack of cell phones and such. But the plot has a lot to do with what you're proposing, as the film is about Cuba Gooding's parents desperately trying to keep him off the street after his brother (Ice Cube) became a gangster. Spike Lee's movies are stylized and idealized but there are some very true to life families and situations in movies like Crooklyn, Jungle Fever, She's Gotta Have It, School Daze, etc. Hope this helps. I look forward to reading your story, it's a great concept.

>>9775 This is a good point, organized crime exists everywhere. Rather than faking it with a foreign culture, move the scenario closer to home.

>>7565 damn, this is so fucked up, any uptate regarding this story? I would love to read it!

feed her so fat she pops dead then kill blue whale and stuff the fat her under skin with the whale fat and everybody jerks it and fucks her holes and rolls

>>9774 Ngl, this idea is making me want to try to edit the first girl to make her look something closer to second one. I already did some cheap magic to make her sweatier, now am tryin to figure out how to maybe change the hair, face and skin tone, maybe ill add some food stains. Ive never done this but i have some inmense faith on me being able to pull it off

>>9777 Thanks, that's actually really helpful. I hadn't even really considered religion, that's a good aspect to add - mainly I was thinking a gangster gets put on home arrest, possibly with an ankle tracker, and mom enlisting her own mother and "aunties" (literal and the family friend type) to fatten and slow down their child - possibly going as far as to Fresh Prince them, except to Grandma in a small town rather than a posh cousin. I was also wondering about weed, as a classic way to make someone hungry and lazy - aka great for getting fat and not causing trouble? Might be at odds with the "fixing", but it's a drastic measure. Not going to lie, as well as Fresh Prince, pic related was definitely an inspiration - while I don't find "Kendra" types particularly hot (bit too mature for me*), their capacity for being feeders is great. * though making a young black woman prematurely a fat saggy "mama" type before her time is an interesting idea...

>>9786 err actually, im not sure how to go about this the face is being troublesome, i cant recall how black noses look and its being hard to shade the belly

>>9787 I don't think a religious aspect is necessary, I was just trying to give realistic scenarios — that a family who's especially concerned with keeping their kid away from gangs would likely be religious. There seems to be only two paths in that community. And Fresh Prince would be a great framing device for it. I actually know a kid who was sent to his grandma's in rural North Carolina to get him away from bad influences. Anyway glad I could help.

>>7133 >>7153 >>7360 >>7429 And so, it is written: "Jeffrey's Gamble" 11,680 words Summary: Jeffrey, once a promising college student, descends into a dark, addictive world of excess to recover from the loss of his scholarship. Enticed by the financial rewards of a niche OnlyFans account, he becomes the star of his own twisted show, indulging in extreme weight gain and food-related challenges that push the boundaries of his physical and mental limits. His devoted fanbase, a sea of hungry eyes eager for more, drives him to ever more outrageous feats of gluttony. But as he spirals deeper into this abyss of self-destructive behavior, Jeffrey finds himself the puppet of a mysterious benefactor named Victor. His life is now a tragic symphony of pain and pleasure, dictated by the whims of his viewers and the cold, calculated directives of his enigmatic patron. The once-private sanctity of his apartment is transformed into a stage of degradation, a place where he's forced to confront the monstrous reflection of his own excess. Each new chapter brings with it a more extreme challenge, a darker twist in his desperate struggle for relevance and survival, until finally, he's reduced to the ultimate act of submission before the cold, unblinking eye of the camera. His body now a prison of flesh, Jeffrey is lost in the thrill of his own demise, his fate sealed by the very hand that feeds him. The story of Jeffrey's transformation is a cautionary tale of desperation and greed, a salacious journey through the depths of human desire that leaves no appetite untouched.

>>9816 Epilogue. 2,525 words.

https://www.deviantart.com/dania201/art/Moment-on-the-Lips-1106301233 Anyone got other good stories with realistic depictions of food addiction?

What happens when you combine a toxic feeder/feedee relationship with the naivety of teen love? >Morbidly obese high school girl >As her weight becomes more of a burden and health risk, her doctor and parents urge her to consider weight loss surgery >She refuses, but hides the true reason why from her mom >Earlier, her boyfriend had urged her to not lose weight, and she went along, this being both of their first relationship >Later on, they break up for a typical teen love reason unrelated to her weight >But now she is so fat, every surgeon she talks to says weight loss surgery would be too risky

>>9995 Barely mobile high school junior

>>9777 bro, doughboy is tre's friend. Ricky is doughboys half brother.

I've always been a fan of weight gain/corruption; like the personification of innocence being twisted into this perverse monster. >medieval kingdom is in its most prosperous age >benevolent ruler kicks the bucket with no direct heir >they discover that the last heir to the throne is a young 15-16-year-old peasant girl >she is quickly made queen of the kingdom >because she's from the people, she treats everyone with the utmost respect and kindness >polite to all her workers, benevolent to all her citizens >her time on the throne begins to take its toll on her physically >all that fine dining that comes with being queen causes her to grow fatter and fatter >when she first sat on the throne she looked absolutely tiny, but now her fat ass overflows off the seat >the fatter she gets the hornier she becomes >no longer leaves the castle to speak to the people, rather spending her time eating and fucking >as time progresses she becomes more and more entitled, rude, selfish and narcissistic >she's rude and cruel to her staff >she's even worse to the peasants >she gives up on her hygiene, starting to smell absolutely rancid >despite being the queen with the whole kingdom at her fingertips she wants more >taxes get raised for the peasants, and work days are elongated >all the while the queen spends less and less time actually doing anything for the kingdom >she becomes more depraved, her lust going through the roof >she no longer cares about consent, if she wants to fuck someone she will no matter what >the kingdom falls into the worst state it's ever been, because of this rude, arrogant blob >she doesn't care, too busy jerking off and feasting on substantial meals, all while the peasants can barely feed their families >she starts to genuinely take pride in how badly she's fucked up her own kingdom >the story ends with this spoiled brat of a girl sitting on her far too-small throne, excited about how she's only going to get worse from here

Don't know how active this thread is but I got nothing to lose by posting here. I'm a smut writer currently stuck without any inspiration and I'd like to get back into it, drop your story requests and if I like them I'll expand them into a longer story. I'm personally really into extreme slobification so you've a higher chance of getting your prompt picked up if it includes that, on the other hand I generally don't do well when adapting other IPs. I appreciate any story idea tho, and of course, in the spirit of the thread, the more depraved the better.

>>10033 Not super depraved, but a skinny girl feeder becoming a bossy, oversexed feedee. Male goes from tubby feedee to thin-ish, overworked feeder.

>>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!