TFW you will never be a fat male bingeing alongside a fat woman.
>skinny/smaller female feeding fat male
its a guilty pleasure of mine
>You'll never fatten up a guy to near immobility
For some reason I find too-fat-to-masturbate hot as fuck
It's the third part of a sequence. I imagine dialogue is going to be added at some point.
>Ben and Gwen
>Dipper and Wendy
>Dipper and Pacifica
>Mac and Frankie
>Helen, Dash, and Violet
>Hiro, Gogo, and Honey
I'm pretty big on mutual gaining and /ss/.
You mean the one about how their relationship goes from feeder/feedee to mutual gaining?
>Mac and Frankie are in Frankie's room for another feeding session
>as Mac undresses, Frankie notices for the first time how big his belly is getting
>she begins to slowly knead and kiss his belly, all the while telling him how tremendously fat he's going to get, drawing on her own gaining experience
>Mac is harder than diamonds
>she gets close to his face as she wraps up her description of his future obesity in a low, sensual tone...
>...and gives him a quick, cute kiss on the nose
>Mac instantly climaxes
Must... Not ...fFap... To... Steven...
He's my sonfu...
Must... Resist... Urge...
>Steven and Connie fuse
>Lunch date as a fusion
>Steven's appetite and eating habits overpower Connie's
>Stevonnie ends up pigging out on junk food Connie normally doesn't get to eat very often and never so much of.
>Bloated sluggish Stevonnie
>Over the coming days Connie's own appetite seems more voracious and insatiable than ever
>Connie can't stop eating like Steven
>Connie can't stop eating like ______
>Connie starts hanging out with Amethyst
>Amethyst gets Connie to start eating more unhealthy foods
>Starts to grow chubby and bloated
>Steven, Pearl, and Garnet come back from a mission to find that Connie and Amy have eaten all the food in the house
>Connie looks ready to burst and can only belch, moan, and pass gas in fullness
>Steven gets his first erection
Lemme give it a shot.
>Dionysus wants the American Dragon on his side.
>Begins to subtly manipulate events.
>Jake's mother gets an enormous cache of wine from a client, after which her catering orders dry up, leaving her with nothing to do.
>Jake's dad wins some sort of "contest" he doesn't recall entering. Gets enough money to quit his job and spend more time with his family.
>Finally, Dionysus causes a freak blizzard that closes all the schools in New York and snowbounds the Longs.
>The entire family has nothing to do any more but sit around, drink, and gorge themselves on unsold food... growing more and more decadent, and more and more dedicated to the cult of Dionysus.
>"Here we go."
I guess you would be the kind of horrible people to appreciate this
Not that I'm any less horrible for making them.
I like the idea of mutual family fat drunkenness happening in the DBZ universe. Multiple families, multiple characters of both genders, plenty of opportunity for weight gain + intoxication (especially right after the Cell Saga).
add more characters?
Last one seemed to imply more were going to be added but all people seem to commission is more Toph. I want to see Sokka greeting a shocked Suki and then treating her to the same southern hospitality Toph's gotten while she's still freaked out by what he's become.
To be very honest most of the now "stale" bbw artists (Keij and BBI) are probably better at mWG just because it requires more effort on their part I'd say. Idle is one of my favorites though, G-Nibbles too, but there are a lot of nice smaller artists on DA who do a good enough job
>A while ago I had requested alorok to draw Susan BBW-sized from tube feeding
>She draws it and it's fucking amazing
>For some reason I didn't save it
>mfw /oe/ disappeared.
I uploaded somewhere though
There might be sketches in my "archives" but it would be difficult to find in my poor naming conventions for pdfs
If I ever do more: the idea is that strain of Las Plaga caused obesity. How creative.
I guess most people like to stick to watching just one gender slowly gorge themselves to impossible sizes all alone. Sad, really.
yeah you are right about that. I have some art where kids are massively fat but I guess DA is okay with that.
> They don't even allow canon aged-up depictions.
isn't that what cause Callmepo to quit DA?
I dont think keij is gotten stale by this point. He seems like he wants to improve, and honestly, he's been around for so long it must get boring after a while. He's getting a bit better though
It seems like the opposite to me. His art looks mediocre and it's not because he lacks skill but because he doesn't put any effort into it. Can't fault him for trying to shit out as many commissions as possible, but I don't have much respect left for him as an artist.
maybe its because enjoying ones own gender get fat is seen as homosexual to them? if you know what I mean.
for me, I kind of had that phase where I only wanted to see weight gain of females. slowly, I grew out of that and now I just love fat art. does not matter to me who is getting fat.
that is how I see it at least.
I remember reading this and it had nice moments of MWG between Odie and Garfield. there are even a male and female sumos in it!
can not find a link though.
Dream scenario involves tweaking the "Grande Size Me" episode to where Kim begrudgingly decides to become a secondary test subject in Ron's Bueno Nacho experiment in an effort to keep him from completely making a pig of himself...
Shego and Bonnie's teasing over her resulting muffintop causes her to be ashamed over her growing arousal over Ron's growing body
This changes when BOTH of them are doused with the HenchCo chemical agent which increases both their weight gain and turns Kim's arousal into full-on erotic obsession
how come artists are not more open to draw mutual weight gain?
I have asked Gain-Over and he seems interested.
because willing and interested are two different things.
You'll also find the many that are willing or have some interest in mutual gain are more focused on the female gain and the involvement of the male gain is highly dependent on certain variables without with the interest vanishes.
Basically not many want to see guys getting fat too unless it's part of the bigger picture for the girl's gain.
and thus willing =/= interested.
You have to give them a scenario they actually want to follow, not just say "hey draw mutual stuff!"
Yeah. I can relate. When I started out in DA, I got confused over "erotic versus pornographic" so I got suspended for a few weeks due to some stories I wrote. I waited out my suspension and have managed to avoid any future ones so far.
shock this has not been uploaded yet.
Have I ever shared this or has it only sat in my incomplete junk files? (it's still not complete)
>erotic versus pornographic
Shit is retarded. I'm currently banned from gifyu for "uploading adult content" despite there clearly being an adult option when uploading (at the time anyway, couldn't tell you now).
BBW-Chan is the best place to post fat lolis. I started a mutual weight gain thread on that site for shota and loli, it's in the alternate section.
I like that idea too. Starting out a thin feeder of a group of both gender fatties, but their influence rubbing off on me till I'm a huge fatty as well.
Mutual hedonism is absolutely awesome. It deserves far more content than it gets.
Stevonnie let out an unrestrained belch and leaned back in Steven’s couch, giving their massive, engorged stomach room spill over their lap in all its bloated glory. The crystal gems’ latest mission away from the temple had finally left Stevonnie with enough time alone to polish off a baker’s dozen baker’s dozens from the Big Donut without Pearl insisting they spend their time doing something more productive or Amethyst stealing a box for herself. Stevonnie almost wished that there was someone around to behold their feat of outrageous gluttony, but for a fusion this kind of self-indulgence was a uniquely shared experience already.
After all, neither Steven nor Connie could have done this on their own. When they had started going special lunch dates nobody but they could go on, sharing the experience of a meal between one another in a way only a fusion could, they hadn’t expected it to turn to binge-eating. It started with simple trips to the Big Donut, where Sadie and Lars’ continued enamorment with Stevonnie’s stunning presence would occasionally result in an extra donut free of charge, but the combination of Steven’s already hearty appetite with the guilty pleasure Connie got from indulging in snacks Dr. Maheswaran never would have permitted brought them to devouring together breakfasts and beyond. As this ritual persisted, Steven and Connie began contributing to Stevonnie in an entirely different way, adding rolls to their stomach, a second chin to their face, and thick thighs that jiggled when they walked.
Now at the end of their greatest feat of gluttony yet, Stevonnie could barely move as they rubbed the round, tanned flesh that stretched out in front of them. Hiccups escaped their lips every time they opened their mouth, and no matter how they moved in their seat they could barely relieve the discomfort of their skin squishing against the edges of the gemstone buried in their belly button. As they leaned further back into the couch, Stevonnie’s weight finally proved too much for its legs and it gave out beneath them with a loud crack, throwing the bloated fusion onto the ground. The sudden drop caught Stevonnie off guard enough to disorient their already groggy state to the point of nausea, and their body was enveloped by a pink light as they collided with the ground.
Steven and Connie landed on their backs amidst the pile of broken furniture. Regret immediately overtook Connie as she felt the flab on her body continue to jiggle long after she hit the ground. Even with the contents of Stevonnie’s binge split two ways the amount of food still in her stomach was still enough to leave her feeling sick, though she suspected that at least some of the terrible feeling coming from the pit of her stomach was actually the shame she was feeling towards her uncontrollable hunger. While Steven was hardly innocent in his contribution to Stevonnie’s ravenous appetite and the subsequent effects it had on both their forms over the past two months, the ridiculous speed of their weight gain was owed mostly to how excited Connie always was to become Stevonnie again and let go of the inhibitions that kept her from binging alone.
Connie let out an involuntary burp and made a vain effort to sit up, but she could barely see over her potbelly, let alone fight against its weight while lying flat on her back. Opting for the next best option she shifted her weight and flailed her arms comically until the bouncing and shaking allowed the rounded girl to roll over onto her side. Even this left the once-athletic Connie exhausted, however, and as her flab came to rest she took a break to check Steven’s progress on standing up.
Connie quickly discovered that the answer was “none,” as Steven still lay on his back, stomach jutting straight in the air, kicking his legs and grunting in discomfort. A particularly ambitious kick tore the seams of his pants, which he apparently took as a sign that his struggling was pointless. Both Steven and Connie found themselves exhausted from the mere attempt to stand after their feast, which left Connie confronted with the fact that her mother was right about her rapid expansion. This wasn’t a matter of Connie’s height putting her in a higher percentile of weight for her age, in spite of what she’d been telling herself. This wasn’t a matter of girls gaining weight as they blossom into mature, young adults. Connie was enormously, disgracefully, embarrassingly fat, and she and Steven had brought it on themselves. But how could she explain to her mother how special what she was doing felt?
“Steven” Connie whined between laboured huffs, “we really need to slow this down.”
It was an empty plea: she knew they were much too deep down this rabbit hole for that to help them now.
Korra panted fiercely as she pushed her body to go just a bit further. The fact that she was already panting after only one mile irked the young woman as she finally stopped, taking deep breaths, her heart hammering fiercely in her chest. She tried to breathe and exhale as she had been taught. Breathe. Exhale.
The reality was more like breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe, exhale, exhale! Sweat dripped from nearly every part of her body, the sharp scent of her odor came much more potently to her nose. Spirits, she couldn't even see her feet as she looked down. Just the tan bubble that had replaced her toned abs. Grunting in frustration, Korra glanced behind her after catching her breath.
Home was nestled in the hills she had started out from in her workout. Asami was there, no doubt hard at work delegating and filling out paperwork. Maybe even designing another incredible invention. The thought of her lover made Korra's heart race for an entirely different reason than mere exhaustion. Yet her mind told her to keep at her training or else she'd end up as the fattest Avatar ever.
Korra, calm down.
Korra stiffened as she felt the voice of the higher power forever mingled with her soul, but soon enough stopped worrying about her exercise. "I'm sorry if I worried you Raava."
You have not, but I want you to return home to Asami. Your stress about your size is meaningless. Allow yourself to relax, enjoy your beloved.
Korra nodded at that, feeling euphoria replace her exhaustion as she faced fully towards home. Towards Asami, and she picked up the pace, eager to reach her girlfriend.
Inside the Avatar, Raava was overjoyed. Her little push months ago was finally bearing fruit. She had started with Asami, part of her loving the Future Industries leader as much as Korra, as she loved all the loves of the previous Avatars. An inception was planted and the businesswoman started to indulge. Delegate instead of constantly work, relaxing instead of keeping up her grueling fitness regimen, matching Korra's most gluttonous moments at every meal.
The results Raava enjoyed as much as Korra did. Asami had become obese, her thighs flabby bogs of flesh positively grafted together. Her face rounding just a bit to increase her natural beauty, her belly now a drooping gut and her rear. If Raava had lips she'd be biting the lower one right now as she thought about Asami Sato's fat butt. She had felt Korra's passion for Asami's larger figure and added her own feelings into the mix, the inception she'd planted in Asami ensuring the nonbender would fell no shame in her growing figure and certainly no need to change things.
Then Korra stared exercising as she started to emulate Asami's habits and Raava realized more direct intervention would be needed, hence her speaking out. Raava knew any size Korra reached would be no impediment to her bending or power and watched as Korra pushed herself to get home faster. Eventually, Korra reached home and Raava continued to observe as the evening wore on.
Asami approached her sitting lover from behind, on all fours as she reached out a tubby arm, palm flat against Korra's gut before pinching a flab of skin. "I don't know Korra, I think that your belly is cuter than ever." Korra's face flushed at that as she locked eyes with Asami.
"You can't mean that. You used to adore my abs!"
"And now I adore your gut, of course I mean it. You obviously still find me attractive, so why is it such a big deal that you're getting fat?"
"It's not...it's just my duties-"
"Will be taken care of because you are the most amazing Avatar, and woman, that I've ever known. So finish taking off your shirt and come cuddle with me." Korra nodded, soon removing her shirt, Asami's eyes widening as she took in just what these past few months had sculpted Korra into. Sagging breasts, pockets of rounder flesh along her throat, a very funky body odor, and just a hint of a rounder face. "You're so beautiful," Asami cooed, luxuriating in a sudden bout of flatulence as she pushed with all her might, increasing the trumpeting roar of gas blasting against her stained XXL panties.
Korra's face flushed at that but she summoned up a droning fart of her own, pushing Asami onto her back and lowering her body so she could kiss her on the lips, their obese bodies squishing together.
Deep inside Korra, Raava pulsed her power and got a vision of the two in the future. Korra was massively obese and a reeking, disgusting ball of flesh. Months worth stains and smells coated every inch of her, her bouts of near-constant gas from both ends air bended into clouds of perpetual funk that hung around her. But the sight of Asami, eclipsing even Korra's polar bear dog-sized body and mother of all sow's odors, immobile and fed by one of her inventive machines caused Raava to feel more lust and arousal than any previous Avatar cycle.
She had to have more though and ensured that what she saw in her vision would be skinny to Asami and Korra even as they sealed their fattening fate with the lovemaking that was going on.
The higher power knew she had made the right choice.
Oh I have a lovely idea for where to take this.
How about Vaatu returns for the next harmonic convergence and is drawn to the inception of Raava inside Asami when trying to initiate their struggle. Quickly overcoming the weak projection Vaatu gets a glimpse into Raava's intentions and plans and decides this is the perfect way to overcome the light spirit. Manipulating Raava's influence over Asami and adding some of his own designs he sets her on using her power and money to spread their new found gluttony to the rest of the world, helping Asami to imagine new creations that will facilitate this decent into decadence for humanity and the spirits. Raava now is stuck with the choice of allowing this to happen in order to see her plans for Korra and Asami reach their full potential or resist and throw it away to combat Vaatu.
meant to add, his plan is to corrupt Raava by making her enjoy their selfish indulgence. Maybe even make Raava a hedonistic glutton too if he can find a way to involve the spirit world in this plan.
Glad you liked my Korrasami slob/WG piece. I wrote that awhile ago for a friend. As for the ideas for where the story goes after this, for me that's a little too dark for my tastes. I enjoy fluffy, romantic mutual consent gaining so I can't see myself really writing any of that out but if you want to, by all means go ahead. I'll try and write something else later today or tomorrow. Maybe Angie Martinelli/Peggy Carter from Agent Carter or Nyssa/Sara from Arrow.
Unrelated things make me stumble across old things I find hilarious but you perverts might find erotic. Why have just fat emma frost when you can have a subservient not quite as fat scott summers.
I dont even remember drawing this danganronpa stuff.
Maybe one day I will have some makoto/asahina crap worth sharing. It is in my fatty headcanon along with fat tendo siblings. One day it will come... or someone will commission me like that keitaro in a bra.
Donna Troy stared wide-eyed at the gluttony before her. Even during her time as a Titan, with Wally West and his incredible appetite, the combined hunger of her sister Amazons during the festival of Adephagia was something to behold. She saw one of her sisters’ belly turgid, drool dribbling down her mouth, cram a bit of leftover roasted boar past her lips, belching heartily before passing out in a food-coma.
“Amazing, as always,” Donna murmured, spying one of her sisters bereft of a full plate. Darting forward, she heaped more helpings of boar, and some french fries from Big Belly Burger she and Diana had brought with them from Man’s World, gently holding up a chunk of meat. “Gentle sister, chew, that’s it, revel in the glory of our beloved Adephagia.”
“Erp, my thanks…mphfff…princess!” The blond Amazon replied, before regaining her second wind and resumed eating with gusto.
Diana Prince watched her little sister with pride as she did her royal duty to aid her fellow sisters in unleashing the gluttony within. Hearing a feeble burp, Diana turned her attention to the sound, finding Artemis, tubby digits reaching towards an overturned gourd of wine. Moving swiftly, Diana grabbed a full jug of wine, twice the size of Artemis’s drained gourd, and brought it to her lips.
GLUG! ORROHHH! ULP! ULLLLLP! UULLLLLLLLPP!
“Stupendous, Artemis, truly worthy of song is your gluttony,” Diana cooed as she finished pouring the whole jug down the Amazon’s throat. Artemis’s stomach looked nearly as red as her hair, the gut hanging low, almost brushing the earthen floor of the temple she’d holed herself up in as the night wore on.
“You honor our worship wonderfully with your display of gluttony, Artemis,” Diana replied, bowing a bit. Meeting her some-time rival’s eyes, she gave her a smirk. “Your belching, though, requires further refinement.”
Artemis was passed out, her appetite sated, the chairs she had been using to prop her massive rear up fit for nothing but kindling as her heavy body expanded further thanks to Adephagia’s power over the island on this particular day. Diana payed attention to Artemis’s final size, noting in particular her three extra chins. She couldn’t wait to indulge her own hunger but knew that the time wasn’t right. First she must aid her fellow Amazons, then, when all were attended to, could she indulge herself.
Hippolyta smiled warmly at the sight of her dutiful daughters helping the other Amazons. It almost made her not get that throbbing to the right of her skull as she thought about Diana’s marriage to Bruce Wayne. Still, she couldn’t focus on that now, with her dear General a belching, farting ball of flesh, struggling to even lift a plate of sugared dates and those delicious donuts her daughters had brought with them from Man’s World.
Approaching the supremely obese dark-skinned blob that was her Phillipus, Hippolyta grabbed the plate and gently brought it within reach of her love’s mouth. “My Queen, please don’t lower yourself to aid a pig like-“ but Hippolyta cut off her darling’s reply with a deep kiss. She adored the taste of so much fattening foods mixed in with Phillipus’s usual tingling sensation their kisses always brought to her.
“Nonsense, Phillipus, you obviously still have room in this orb you call a stomach. So squeal for me, agapitos.”
Phillipus snorted and did indeed squeal as she buried her fat face into the offered plate, gorging and slobbering as she stuffed herself further. Hippolyta enjoyed the moment, taking in the total dissipation of Phillpus’s muscle tone, the quivering and jostling of her stuffed body, and the way her multiple belly and butt rolls caught the torchlight under the stars. Eventually, after three more refills of her plate, Phillipus passed out after licking the plate clean. Hippolyta spared a moment to compare Phillipus’s vast size to her own muscular frame. She surmised it would take nearly twenty of her as she was now to equal the blob of flesh she would have called her fellow Queen millennia ago had she only been less focused on her duty and more on her heart. But thoughts of love and might-have-beens were driven from the queen as she heard her eldest daughter’s voice behind her.
“Mother, it is time.”
“Understood, my sun and stars. Let us ascend.”
With Donna joining on her left and Diana on her right, with herself striding only a few paces further ahead of them, the trio walked up the seventy steps towards the temple of Adephagia. Each step that brought them closer only increased their mounting hunger and urge to completely abandon all manners, decorum, and duty in the face of the gluttony ahead. Hippolyta held her breath as she finally reached the top, followed swiftly by her daughters, who both gasped at the sight. It always was magnificent, the feast the goddess bestowed upon the three royals of Themyscira. There was food from Man’s World Hippolyta couldn’t begin to name, deep fried sandwiches larger than half her arm, libations and drinks from the whole of creation, there was so much Hippolyta didn’t know where to begin.
Donna did, leaping into a pile of lasanga, pasta, and pizza, scarfing down what she could reach, teeth mashing, throat gulping, and body already starting to soften. “I’m gonna snarf um…olp, beat you this year Diana!” Her abs had pooched out into a large pot-belly, easily visible through her ceremonial robe, the stains of the various food she was consuming and resting in showing up everywhere, turning the garment into a rainbow of color. Grabbing two slices of pizza, she shoved both in at the same time, eyes widening at the incredible taste. “For shuzre gonna win! Ulp! URAAAAPP!”
But Diana didn’t reply. She was too busy eating on all fours surrounded by racks of lamb, ribs of beef slathered in sauce, and link after link of pork sausage filled with cheese. Hippolyta watched as her eldest daughter’s rear exploded with fat, ripping clean through the back of her robe and bare to the elements even as it gained cellulite and started to droop. After a few hearty mastications from Diana, her butt was now touching the floor of the temple itself, to say nothing of how her love-handles were starting to creep along the floor like the movement of the waves on the beach. Her face grew one, then two, then three more chins as she shoved her face more and more into this pile and that, bits of meat in one chin roll, a bit of wine staining another; lips ringed with red that Hippolyta believed was called ketchup. Already Diana was eclipsing Phillipa in size, her tubby form brushing against Donna’s smaller one, the pleased moans and angry grunts coming from her younger daughter told of her little one’s discontent. Though as she moved her gaze over to Donna, Hippolyta gaped that she was only a tiny bit less than Diana and still growing.
Hippolyta watched as Diana finally finished all of the food in front of her, nearly two quarters of the whole feast. Donna had nearly eaten the same amount, both of her daughters now possessing useless arms and legs that looked like a bloated tick squirming around to regain motion. “M-ulp…MURRAPther…do we honor the-hughn…oh….Amazons?” Diana managed to say after three minutes of trying to speak.
“When it takes you so long and tires you out merely to speak, my daughter, you have done splendidly.”
“I-UGHPMH…olp…still lost!” Donna whined. Hippolyta approached her smaller daughter and pressed a hand against what she assumed was the right side of her face. Even that part of her body alone equaled three of Hippolyta currently.
“My little sun and stars, don’t fret over losing to such a worthy opponent. You still honored Adephagia and all Amazons with your gluttony.”
“I’m….still…huff….hughn…off…hungry!” Donna whined, her useless limbs quivering and moving half an inch as she cried out. Hippolyta grabbed a handful of food and shoved it in, not caring what she grabbed as she knew her daughter didn’t. Donna’s hunger took another quarter of the food all around to sate, the young woman now barely recognizable as human with all the flab obscuring her features. Hippolyta moved from her blob of a daughter to her eldest, a hand trailing along Diana’s butt, curiosity causing her to press against it, the whole hand vanishing and most of the wrist doing the same. Extricating her hand, Hippolyta walked around to Diana’s face.
“Thanks for…hughn….fffffnnnn……everything….oph….mother,” Diana said softly.
“I merely want you two to enjoy yourselves during this celebration and I’m so glad you can.”
“Your…..turn,” Diana wheezed out, before finally succumbing to her meal. Hippolyta did nothing to clean up Diana’s face or body as she slept, turning, instead, to the food that remained. Her two daughters had managed to clear half of the temple grounds, leaving the rest for herself.
Moving to the opposite side of the temple, Hippolyta grabbed her first meal of this feast: a hamburger she heard Donna and Diana call it. Losing all manners, she shoved half the food into her mouth, letting out a moan at the divine taste. She swiftly finished the burger off, her body softening. Holding out her right arm, she watched as the muscle tone vanished, flab replacing it. Grabbing a dish containing a dark liquid, she drunk the whole thing down in one motion.
ULP! GULP! ULLLLLLLLLP!
The liquid was thick, and tasted faintly of beef. Was this that gravy she had had back in Wayne Manor last year? Whatever it was, the stuff tasted better than the burger and she watched as it ruined her physique. She had a gut now, droopy and heavy in her hands. Opening her lips, she vented a mighty belch, tasting again the beef liquid on her tongue. Diving into the next pile, Hippolyta ate like a pig, outdoing her daughters as she grunted, moaned, and snorted as she went from food to food. Munching, chewing, swallowing, belching. Closing her eyes after a tasty side of venison, Hipplotya clenched the cart-sized globs of fat she now called her rear and farted louder than any expulsion she had heard that night and with Artemis among their number that was saying something. Sniffing in the scent of her nastiest self, Hippolyta felt her hunger only increase as she dove into a cake. By the time five of the ten layers were in her stomach, Hippolyta realized she was nearing the end of the remaining food. Yet her stomach still roared as she finished off the last crumb, her body now twice as large as Diana and Donna combined.
But she didn’t revel in how huge she was, didn’t care that it took four minutes just to move one of her grossly fat fingers, she just wanted more food.
“AdeUUURRRAAPPPHAGIA! Heuurrrppp, hear my…olp…my prayer for more….more food…more ugh…of me!” Hippolyta felt a hand trail along her lowermost belly roll, itself thirty of herself before she had indulged. Then another hand pressing into the adipose all along her rear, then more and more until every bit of fat she had on her frame was being pressed, caressed, or teased. Finally, the sensation of all those touches vanished, save for the one cupping her original chin, Hippolyta staring into the eyes of Adephagia herself.
She was rail thin, the very sight causing the queen to start to speak, but was silenced by a finger to her lips. “No, don’t waste your energy talking, my little Hippolyta. How I adore watching you, your family, and your nation glut themselves in my name. But, as you can see, all the power I use fattening your god-gifted bodies up takes a lot of my lovely obesity. So if you want to truly grow larger than you are now, you must swear to keep that form for a whole year. On the dawn of the day one year from now, you shall return to your usual figure. So, do you still want to laugh and grow fat?”
“My…people-URRRAPP! Can I defend…..ULP them still…as a glutton?”
“Still thinking with duty over what you really want Hippolyta? I thought you were past that particular hang-up.”
“I want…to be…fat and…URRRAAP…indulge. I want P-OHHHMMMMM-Phillipus as my Queen by my side…but—no…I want to be huge!”
A date was in Adephagia’s right hand. “Eat this and your prayer will be answered.”
Hippolyta opened her mouth and consumed without a second thought.
The next day, Diana slowly opened her eyes, getting to her feet and a little sad that it was easy to do so. Looking down, she brightened up when she saw a bulging gut instead of her toned legs. But the ground she was on, she suddenly realized, wasn’t ground at all. It was flesh, undulating, jiggly, quivering flesh with cellulite patches bigger than her currently fat body. A hill of flab loomed ahead, Diana moving towards it and gaping as she recognized the eyes that looked down at her from that hefty height.
“Sit down my sun and stars, I shall explain,” Hippolyta said calmly, Diana doing as she was asked, idly noting a chubby Donna sitting on one of their mother’s pockets of face flesh nearby.
Nearly an hour later, Diana was huffing and puffing as she waddled down the steps, Donna already at the bottom. A phone was in her hand, taking a picture as Diana reached her. Snatching the piece of technology from her sibling, Diana observed the picture of herself. Her great gut she had had an hour ago was starting to recede but not by much. Her face was nearly as fat as her titanic rear, both larger than her stomach now was, the sweat and exhaustion showing all over her in this photograph clearly on display in high definition.
“What are you going to..huff…do with this?” She pinched her little sister’s lowermost belly roll as her eyes narrowed into a glare.
“Send it to Bruce, of course. He needs to see just how big a pig you are beneath your muscles!”
Diana took a picture of Donna in return, chubby fingers regaining their dexterity by the moment as she cracked her sister’s security settings with ease. “How will you do that when you’re too busy explaining to Dick about your fatter self?”
“When did you get so good at tech stuff?!” Donna exclaimed, hands on her love handles.
“When my son showed me. You really should ask Tim to teach you, he is very brilliant.”
But before Donna could reply, Phillipus appeared before them. Her figure was smaller than theirs, but not by much, her muscle tone regained, but her body more fat than anything else. Her gut nearly touched the stone floor in front of the steps as she bowed. “Highnesses, where is your mother, we saw that strange mass appear on the temple and were worried!”
“Worry no more, General, for that is our mother. She received a blessing from Adephagia, a year-long obese existence. She needs to be well-cared for though, personally attended with skilled hands. Her words on that last instruction,” Diana said, amused at the flush that showed on Phillipus’s usually stoic face.
“I understand. I shall endeavor to see her post-haste. Have a safe journey back to Man’s World, Highnesses, once you have fully regained yourselves, of course.”
Diana and Donna hugged one another as much as they were able to, their doughy sides meshing long before they were used to though, Diana’s greater bulk causing Donna to lose her posture as she stumbled back a little. As they watched Phillipus’s chunky rear jiggle and sway with each waddling run she took, both had happy smiles on their faces. “I’m glad Mom will get to be happy with the woman she loves,” Donna said.
“I agree, now I believe you beat me last night, but we still have some fat left. What do you say to one more feast before we depart?”
“You’re on tubbo!”
Donna took off then, still all energy despite her size, leaving Diana to try and keep up the pace, wondering if she should show Bruce the picture Donna had taken. He had been such a great aid in helping her prepare for this gluttonous day after all, and had only increased his passion for her after she decided to eat two extra plates of Alfred’s heavenly pork roast three weeks ago. But soon enough she shook her head. That was the future and now she had to focus on showing her sister what a true Amazon gorging themselves looked like post-Adephagia day.
Atop Hipployta’s original chin, Phillipus was giving a great shout of joy. Hippolyta, for her part, was crying happy tears of her own. She finally had her Queen after all this time. A rumbling sound not unlike thunder roared all around the happy couple, Phillipus adopting a fighting stance, Hippolyta chuckling at how silly she appeared in her current tubby state. “Agapitos, calm yourself. That was merely my hunger making itself known.”
“I shall return with-“ But Phillipus was silenced at the sudden materialization of enough food to feed all of the army on the island and then some.
“No need, darling. Please bring me the boar first, then I want to feed you some of this.”
Phillipus gulped as she looked at the size of the animal her queen wanted, but nodded, striding forward to ensure her lover’s happiness above all else, inwardly hoping Hippolyta wouldn’t mind if she herself decided to spend this year fattening up as well.
I think Daria and company would make good slobs.
Not slob but its something
Reminds me of one of my favorite fantasies.
I fatten up a gainer girl, but she's got a fetish for men getting fat too. So she subtly turns me into a gainer at the same time I'm fattening her up. By the time she's done, I'm as fat and gluttonous as her.
This is pretty good, descriptions are very solid. My only concern is that it's not really clear WHY the Amazons now worship Adephagia instead of Artemis/Athena/whoever. It could be explained with like 1 line of exposition but it isn't there, it's also unclear why they're all enjoying it? They're proud warrior women, they should be more concerned about getting so obese they can barely move. If it's for the good of the island or to save the world, or if Adephagia charms them to get off on it, sure. But as it is, it's just kind of gluttony for gluttony's sake--which is find but makes for a bit of a dull story.
Just my two cents. Nothing gets my goat like unrealistic reactions to gaining, especially mutual gaining. The odds of both partners being into it are so low that it's better explained with magical bullshit or drugs or brainwashing. Mutual gaining just doesn't happen outside of fiction, and in fiction it really needs to be set up carefully to make any sense at all. To have characters go
>Suddenly we both just like being fat! Regardless of our backgrounds or identities!
is the biggest boner killer of all time.
I would refuse down to the BONE
I'm highly aganist like, gaining weight
Again, I'm into mutual gaining
But... If someone secretly fattened me up, I would fucking get furious and probably dump them
Jeanne grimaced as she took one waddling step at a time, the sensation of her pale thighs rubbing together only deepening the agony on her lips. Her belly and breasts jiggled almost in tandem, a rumbling vibrating within the fleshy mass that was her stomach nowadays. Gulping down the hunger, Jeanne made her expression as neutral as possible as she approached the dining room table.
Plates from the finest restaurants in the city were everywhere, filled with the choicest of au gratin, fois gras, and sundry beyond that. Her hunger increased and she wanted nothing more to shove her face into a plate and begin a gorging that would put even the largest of pigs to shame. But she fought the impulse, emerging victorious as she pulled several chairs out, sitting down gracefully. The creaking that the action brought from the chairs was ignored, Jeanne picked up some escargot, calmly placing the decadent treat into her lips. She chewed slowly, savoring the taste of the salted and expertly cooked snail, swallowing after nine hearty mastications.
The earlier creaking became a sudden, sharp snap of sound; Jeanne now on her wide ass on the floor, a couple of plates now cracked, their contents ruined. Vibrations ran up the lower right side of Jeanne’s massive body, caused by a set of chubby paws padding their way behind her. Turning her head as far as she could, Jeanne scowled at the obese panther, gut touching the ground even as it stood at full height, lowered its jowls and started slurping up a beef stew. “Cereza, this has to stop.”
A feline gust of flatulence rippled through the air and the fur jiggling around the panther’s tail, Jeanne coughing at the stench and force of it all. “Why on Earth do you say that?”
In her human form Cereza, or Bayonetta as she preferred to be called, was larger than even Jeanne’s own rotund size. With an ass that took up the majority of Jeanne’s vision, Jeanne scowled again. “Our obesity is not going to aid us in our fight against the angels.”
“Oh poppycock, we both know size means nothing. Besides, what could possibly stop either of us save for your dull propriety?” The dark-haired Umbra Witch was still eating off the floor, bits of broken plate frozen in time as she focused on the food.
“I’ve indulged myself and you long enough. Now if you’ll excuse me I’m-“
But Jeanne’s mouth was suddenly filled with soup, a bread dish, and several different types of meat. “It’s rude to talk with one’s mouth full. Now finish what I’ve provided, and then we can talk about your silly notions about slimming down.” Bayonetta’s blue eyes gleamed as she took in the naked desire written plainly on Jeanne’s face. Sure, it would take some more pounds to truly stop her dear friend from putting her life on the line for her ever again, but for Jeanne the effort and time were worth putting in.
>Terry retires as Batman early on
>Max and Terry hook up
>Their newly sedentary lifestyle makes them gain
>Both discover they like each other's new bodies
>Later discover their weight gain fetish
>Become a mutual feeder/feedee couple
I'm glad you liked the story and appreciate the nod.
As for when, where, and how: I'm still unsure how I want to do it. I saw a comment on the previous thread to the effect of "the Dai Li use hypnosis etc." which I thought was a good idea. But I want to sit on it a bit more. Let some ideas come. Especially since I've seen people asking for a Part 4 to it all which may happen.
Nothing is set in stone but I've seen many a anon asking for a story to it.
>The family starts packing on pounds, first. Jake's dad makes a few corny jokes about winter weight when the sweaters begin riding up, but hey, what's the harm?
>Jake begins suspecting something when the snow doesn't let up...
>But then his favorite show comes on... and there's a big bowl of extra buttery popcorn right by the couch...Did he make that? Eh, doesn't matter.
>Hayley has taken to dragging around a novelty gummy bear half her size, intended for a rich kid's birthday, calling it Mr. Squishy. She occasionally tears off a jiggly fistfull and swallows it whole, but it never seems to get any smaller...
>She and Jake take swipes at each other, Jake playing her belly like a drum, Hayley loudly reading off symptoms of a high BMI around him.
>The alcohol doesn't come out until the kids are asleep, but when it does, it flows freely. It's not long before Susan and Jonathan are up to two bottles of wine a night... each.
>Jonathan and Susan spend less and less time sober. The kids don't seem to mind, it just makes them more chill. And funnier, too.
>One particularly boring night, one particularly boozy night, Susan gets a "hilarious" idea to ward off cabin fever.
>"Let's * mph* let's put a liiiiitle bit of wine *heep!* inside the kid'sh grape joosh... it'll be sooooo cute! *HEEK!*"
Is it OK if I toss in some laziness in there? And goo boys and girls?
Because I've got an idea based off of the doldrums.
Take your time... There's a lot of different way to approach this.
Does one begin with Katara's hypnosis and decent into gluttony or do you save that a mystery to be revealed over time?
Anyone else like mutual scenarios where the guy is struggling to keep up with his girl's appetite despite his efforts, or she's so used to her own massive meals she cooks too much and puts him in a food coma?