Fat Fur/Inflation Thread: You're A Big Fur Edition
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Keep a good balance of sub-fetishes, and have fun.
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If there's any drawfags, feel free to contribute to the thread and/or to the game. We welcomely encourage it
Inflation is allowed in the thread as long as it is NOT air-inflation. Any other type that leads to heaviness or sloshiness is a-okay. Also no 3DPD camwhoring. Please do yourself a favor and go to /soc/ for that.
So we're back on track to start running Nirulea, the fatty DnD-type group writing game, the chatstep group is currently working on, test runs.
Answer with your best weekday for these test runs to happen. Whether you plan on spectating or participating, and feel free to join chat and do either, answer anyways. These runs will typically start around 9 EST and may take anywhere from an hour to several hours.
The Nazi mod on /d/ banned anything "too western", even threads like shortstacks. /d/ is literally a futa board now
Forgot to add, feel free to greentext stories and/or just write stories in here. Be creative!
Oh shit, we're actually getting to the part of the comic that relates to the thread!
This comic's got potential. Keep is going
A word of advice for all those gaining out there: if you like the taste of milk but you don't like the taste of heavy cream, try half-and-half, or make it yourself by cutting your heavy cream with whole milk. It's less caloric than heavy cream, but it tastes way better and I'm personally able to drink more of it than I am heavy cream to the point where it's almost as fattening.
>Wolverine claw-ing the salt/pepper
cooking is srs bsns.
Aaand that's all for now.
Source is http://www.furaffinity.net/user/vaughnxero/
>First 5 chapters of that comic at 400$/month
>He's at 200$/month ATM
this is never happening is it
>Your girlfriend's gotten fat.
>Scratch that; your fat girlfriend got fat long before this.
>Thinking about it, 'fat' wouldn't even accurately describe her any more.
>Especially not since even the largest custom-sized clothes would fit.
>Behemoth sounded accurate.
>Your behemoth of a girlfriend...had still gotten fat.
>And it wasn't just the standard "3-Bs" of fat.
>Granted, those were still huge. Or rather, they practically defined huge.
>Her belly alone could easily weigh close to a quarter-ton on its own.
>That same gut hung down past her knees.
>You could always see it, even if her back was turned to you.
>Even if her ass was fully on display.
>And god, what an ass.
>Her blimped-up behind was far wider than you were tall.
>Two cheeks of blubbery goodness, each more plush than any pillow,
>She joked that she carried her own couch.
>You both knew that it wasn't a joke though.
>She crushed every single one.
>And that was when the pants still fit.
>Her tits were astounding, they had to be three times the size of her head.
>And that was shooting low.
>She said that she couldn't see beyond her bust.
>The last bra-fitting had her cup-size somewhere around TT.
>You didn't even know they used that much of the alphabet.
>Neither did she.
>But while you were astounded,
>She merely pouted.
>"I'm still not big yet."
>That was when she still could go fifteen minutes without needing to stuff her face.
>Though nowadays, it was getting closer to ten minutes.
>Your girlfriend had gotten fat.
>And the worst part wasn't even that you loved it.
>The worst part?
>She loved it, she knew you loved it, and she wanted only one thing:
>Her belly alone could easily weigh close to a quarter-ton on its own.
Unf. I love it when fatties start getting measured in terms of tons. That's when they start getting to optimal fat sized.
Really liked this read. Comparing each part of her in terms of scale to other things was top-notch. Just what I love in my fat writings.
here's a quick draft on a little some for you guys, I'm definitely going to finish it, but for now this is all I have
Love their fat stuff, just hate all the slob and scat stuff they do along with it.
Yeah, got to search for "Normal" fat stuff
Don't know if you're being sarcastic or not, but I agree either way.
Well I meant it like normal as in not slob or full of scat. And well "normal" for us, or a few of us, is huge blobby furs
He has some pretty good saggy fats. At least in my opinion.
Pretty sure this is from the same artist too.
Yeah, they just have that heavy look that just gives them the feel of having to carry around all that fat.
THIS IS TECHNICALLY PEDOPHILIA BUT WHO CARES
Hypnosis is an amazing thing. It can be both a useful tool for self improvement, or a powerful persuader toward one's demise. Sometimes, however, depending on one's mindset, the strange circumstance occurs where it becomes both a person's greatest granted wish, and the sealing of that person's fate.
Dixie Landoe was your average 23 year old American doe. A little chubby due to her eating and exercise habits, but bright, cheerful and intelligent nonetheless. Further overeating of fast foods caused her to continue to gain weight very slowly, but nothing terribly serious or life-changing. Diligently she studied the materials of the daily lectures she attended, though she certainly longed for the approaching day when she would graduate and be able to "just be lazy for a bit" before entering the job market.
At long last, graduation came and went. Degree acquired, and celebration had, she came home to rest after a night of fun. Tiredly, she plopped down on her couch, eating idly from the box of pizza she'd brought home with her from the party. Like this she fell asleep - unkempt and engorged.
So tired was the deer that she did not notice the person that had followed her home that night. And similarly, so tired was she that when that person unveiled themselves to her, she thought it was simply a subconscious memory of her revelry, rather than the person that would soon control her.
In her very suggestible state, it was not hard for this individual to take control of her mind. Their suggestions to relax and sleep were inviting, and Dixie soon succumbed. Fast asleep, it would have been impossible for her to have heard the sound of several deliveries of enormous amounts of food throughout the night.
In the morning, the suggestible doe awoke to an odd sight, but one which her altered state of mind saw as completely ordinary. She was surrounded by the massive amounts of food brought to her home over the course of the night. And as she heard the words "Eat my dear... you must be hungry," she became suddenly set with hunger, and begin to dig in.
The courses came and went. Full loaves of French toast gave way to buckets of fried chicken that gave way to multiple large pizzas and buckets of chocolate ice cream. Without thinking about it, Dixie was consuming in one day what would take a full week to eat normally. But then she normally had some sense of reservation.
Hours of overindulging led to days of eating more than she ever had before. The days led to months, and as she lost herself to eating, a year or two may have passed. And every day her waistline grew. Every day movement got a little bit tougher - doing more than sitting and eating began to tire her out more and more. But she never realized any of this. It never occurred to her as her ass began to outgrow the triple-seater couch in size and the piles of empty food containers and food scraps began to accumulate around her growing body, and the bits of condiments spread across the expanse of her ever-tightening shirt.
It wasn't until one fateful day, after a particularly heavy gorging, that Dixie heard a snap from another room. All of a sudden... she came to. It took her a few moments to fully assess the situation, but as she looked down over the expanse of her enormous belly, underneath the great heaving mass of her bosom as it struggled with its own weight, just how long it had been had become all too apparent.
The great belly heaved, and the heavy rump behind her seemed very much stuck to her couch. It was the worst, however, when she absentmindedly tried to brace her feet on the floor. After struggling to get a foothold between the immense folds between her beanbag-like belly and rear, she could only manage to sputter, struggle and shake as her tiny hooves scraped against the floor between her fat. Feeling this, she raised her arms in frantic desperation, shouting for help as she quickly tired herself out.
And as she huffed breathlessly through her bloated cheeks, she heard steps being taken from another room. A voice spoke out, its owner indistinguishable in the morbidly obese doe's hypnosis-deafened ears as it sounded out beside her. "...You rang...?" she heard as she slowly turned her fat head to face her captor.
After a long hiatus, we're starting to do test runs for Nirulea, the fat fur D&D-style group writing game.
The DM will be free tomorrow, the 17th, at 1 EST, 12 CST. Whether you're new and just interested in spectating, or want to participate yourself, show up to the Chatstep link in OP around then. Just be willing to get in character and have fun writing.
If ya have any questions, just ask and I'll try to answer here.
Hey guys. I've been wondering. Is there any more gorey fat pics? Gore isn't something am a fan of, but I am curious.
Stuff like overeating until sick, to belly's splitting. Surely someone must have drawn this sort of thing.
Well I have this, although it's gorey in a different sense.
Oh it does makes sense. I like it too.
>So fat it is a chore to move
>Each step is a struggle as every pound of fat clinging to their limbs wants to weigh them down
>Each step causing a cascade of wobbling
>Belly so big it hinders movement
>Belly needs to be lifted or pushed aside with every stride.
Any guy with a noticable wobble to their step is a good indicator for a nice flabby belly.
I usually only see guys with a sort of round belly so it's a nice surprise to see those overhang type bellies every now and then.
>Too bad there are zero to few men that have that body type.
Fat Male Furs>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>In real life fat males
I know, but that doesn't stop me from holding out on the possibility of finding a good looking guy who's also fat.
It's my character. I have been looking to get more art done of him some time soon.
This is him as a Monster Hunter style monster.
Anyone have that new ed_shapeshifter art pack by chance?
>tfw no huge fat boss who wants to do lewd things with me
Alright so Nirulea, D&D writing type game will be starting momentarily, last chance to get in for set up, can still join after to spectate. Just join chat in OP and we'll direct you from there.
for the depraved and lonely trashmen like myself, I highly recommend this product as a jiggly sloshy object to hug at night
who's in the mood for some butt?
Not enough 'phants posted here, tbqh
So how did the game go?
Decent crowd show up? Sadly had to miss it