Experiment: Accelerated Pregnancy
Day 1.
The subject is a 20 year old Caucasian female. Blond. Non smoker. No discernible health problems. No previous births or conceptions. Physical specifications listed in appendix a). Responds to the name 'Annie'. Today we'll be testing the latest version of the pregnancy accelerator Karadrin-X20. Previous experiments exceeded the desired time frame or the offspring were too underdeveloped. The new formula has been adjusted to counter these faults and will hopefully prove to be more productive.

As per the experiments aim to create a self cloning utility in humans, Annie has already been fertilized with her own genetic material infused with Karadin-x20. If successful the child will be an exact physical replicate of her mother.

The subject is currently sedated due to the understandable stresses experienced when waking up in our labs. Hopefully, as the formula takes effect we can wean her off the sedatives and more accurately observe the emotional side effects.

Day 2.
Annie is showing considerable progress and the drug seems to be exceeding our expectations. Already her abdomen is showing some healthy swelling and appears to be at the equivalent of 3 months pregnant. Additionally, her breasts have grown a cup size over night and show all the early signs of milk production. To compensate we have increased the calorie content in her food considerably (see table b.).

Emotionally she is still comparatively unstable but the rising hormone levels in her body appear to be having a calming effect. While this is good news we are unsure of the exact cause and will study at a later date.

Day 3.
Fetal growth is continuing to accelerate and Annie has reached the equivalent of 8 months into pregnancy in just 3 days. Scans show the child to be healthy and that her body is coping well with the rapid growth. The skin covering her abdomen is growing fast enough to not be overly stretched or scar. Likewise, her leg muscles have strengthened to carry the sudden weight increase.

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Seems like there are only a few places to go so where ya'll get your literature from. Bonus points for Weight Gain and SSBBW story/sites, fell like i been to every place on the net.


Writing.com - since there's already a topic on this one no description but links some of the more /d/ style writers (i know there's more then this but a lot have left)

http://www.writing.com/main/view_item/action/show_chapters/user_id/sonic411
http://www.writing.com/main/view_item/action/show_chapters/user_id/fearboy
http://www.writing.com/main/view_item/action/show_chapters/user_id/lovelydiva
http://www.writing.com/main/view_item/action/show_chapters/user_id/slobiscute
http://www.writing.com/main/view_item/action/show_chapters/user_id/lilhikariboy
http://www.writing.com/main/view_item/action/show_chapters/user_id/blobering210
http://www.writing.com/main/view_item/action/show_chapters/user_id/pincenez
http://www.writing.com/main/view_item/action/show_chapters/user_id/aridwd
http://www.writing.com/main/view_item/action/show_chapters/user_id/ryu19

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Steven never dreamed of himself here, this was no secret fetish of his, he had no particular interest in it. At least Claire was having a good time. Steven slapped her arm several times, but to no avail. She was simply enjoying herself too much. The light started to fade.

It had been a normal night, Steven and Claire. Ohh, Claire. He repeated it like a religious mantra. Ohh, Claire. This was not the dream-like sigh of a man who was madly in love, or a husband who is content with a beautiful wife. No, Steven, who may not have been honest with Claire, was at least honest with himself. Claire was not attractive. She had a horsey face with a double chin, that, on any other woman, would have been kinda cute, but just stood out here. Clair has 40LL tits and, honestly, Steven was just fine with that.

He was FINE with using them as pillows, he was fine with the way she'd sometimes dangle them over his crotch to wake him up in the morning. Followed by some much deserved titty fucking mind you. But I digress.

"You should stop smoking, Claire."
He said, looking up at her as his head rested on her naked chest. They were watching the BBC, it was WHATEVER was on the BBC. Claire didn't like to watch a whole lot else.

"Why do you have to give me that right now, Steven, I'm not even smoking." She gave him a grimace, looking down, smiling. "Because you should."

"Yahh, eventually, love." She said and looked up. "Suck on my titty for a little while, you're boring me with all this smoke talk."

"We talked about it for, what, two seconds, and it's 'all this smoke talk' all of a sudden?"

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In the late 21st century nano-technology had largely been abandoned due to several failed experiments that led to near catastrophic events. As my colleges abandoned the field I found myself alone toiling long into the night so sure i could cure most the ailments of humanity. At the time of my first great discovery I was not aware of the impact it would have on myself or the human race. It was a combination of chemistry, biology and computer science; the research ate away 60 years of my life. It had consumed me and destroyed any chance I had at happiness up until that first successful batch. As I grew older and closer to death's door I found my research and experimentation had changed direction from one of betterment to self fulfillment; a curse I passed along to my future children and provincials.

My arm lay under the injection system, this devise would not make a sick woman healthy or let a young child survive the trial and tribulations of life; it did what i wanted. With a thick hiss the large needle plunged into my arm and my veins filled with fire. In two weeks I awoke to the world in a different body, it was the body of a strong fit twenty five year old man, a body i had never benefited from. My eyes had never seen this clearly without correction, I had never been this tall, i had never been so strong in my entire life. I laughed and jumped about as I had not done in many years. As the weeks went by my experiments on myself continued at an accelerated rate. I no longer needed to sleep and never tired, when i felt like it I pushed forward for days. My body was clay and I was the hands that shaped it. In time I learned I could use the nano-machines inside my body as a personal computation and design system, from that point on i was never bound to a location again.

For the next hundred years of so I lived a dream giving in to my impulses. At times I took what I wanted when I wanted, other times i was a shining knight of civilization, leaping from roof tops to save people from muggers and criminals. I acted out of wander lust and base emotions, I took loves of all genders, creeds and stations. Filled all curiosities, tasted every flavor and traveled all roads. It was a glorious

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"Adipositar" by me.

Further chapters will be provided if reception is positive. Any drawfags are welcome to create illustrations, as I have no tablet.

Project Big Mama
Part 1: The Briefing


There were no door handles on the R.D.S. Executive. Neither were there any palm-scanners, retina-readers, or voice-analyzers. The method of entry into any Confidentiality Chamber in the Executive was a light-impact X-ray device that actually examined every contour and angle of an arrival's skeletal structure before allowing them entry. While it was possible to reshape one's bones through certain illegal means, it was nearly impossible to duplicate the bone-surface pattern within someone's body. Therefore, it was theoretically a foolproof method of security.

It was also, Sergeant Greenleaf had decided, a foolproof way of giving you testicular cancer. The officers who spent a lot of time aboard the Executive tended to spend just as much time in the chemo wards of the R.D.S Mainframe's hospital. Of course it wasn't actually chemo that they were being treated with, but whatever it was, Greenleaf didn't want any goddamn part of it. Therefore from the moment the shuttle took off, he'd been popping anti-rad pills by the dozen. It was routine procedure to take some anyway due to the gamma rays that danced through space, gleefully twisting the DNA of the faithful Resources Development Administration's men before going about their merry way. But it never hurt to take precautions.

Well, it hurt a bit this time. You weren't supposed to take anti-rad pills in large amounts; the chemicals fucked with your system. But damned if Greenleaf was going to finish his tour of duty around Polyphemus and come back just to sit in the goddamn hospital for months.

He waited as the little gray x-pod did its thing, the telescopic arm whirring. He could practically feel the rads dousing his body, and he reflexively clamped a hand over his crotch, as if this would somehow stop the flesh-penetrating waves from harming him. It took six seconds for the scan to be completed, and once it was done the x-pod zipped

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>>	Zobsession 10/07/23(Fri)19:31 No. 251 >>249 Fuck! The hell is that wrinkly shit on her stomach? Need to correct that. . . Sorry folks.

>>	Anonymous 10/07/27(Tue)02:58 No. 253 File 128022473723.jpg - (310.81KB , 869x1170 , fatnavi.jpg ) LET THIS PALTRY SACRIFICE APPEASE OUR WRITEFAG MASTERS!

>>	Anonymous 10/07/27(Tue)05:12 No. 254 more pics plz!!!!!!!!!!

there's this guy on DA called monkeychaser4. he writes my favorite sort of stories: stuffing and sex without abandon. but he's only done like two or three. this one is fantastic though:
http://monkeychaser4.deviantart.com/#/d2e1de4x

I cleaned up some ERP sessions I had with my feedee girlfriend. Just checking if Anyone would be interested in me posting them, and if you guys are cool with Extreme Weight Gain and Force Feeding.

Pic unrelated.

This one’s for the ladies.

It’s now 3am at the fairground, and I see you sitting by yourself, amongst a group of empty chairs. Youre wearing black leggings, black boots, a black and red tutu, a black tank top, and an ill-fitting bra that pushes your medium-sized but plump breasts up, giving them an ample roundness and deep cleavage. Even from this distance, I see the softness of your form – the femininity of your wide hips and thick thighs exaggerated by the clothes that you chose for tonight - and I imagine my strong hands softly caressing your sides, sinking into smooth pale flesh. With heavy eye makeup and your hair black and a tussled mess, you went for ‘alternative and kooky’, but to me it smacks of ‘cheap slut’, and I like it. You’re clearly drunk and looking around sad and nervous, leaning forward a bit and I see your big round muffin top and soft rolls of your fat tummy in your top. You lost your friends in a crowd an hour ago, then things started dying down; and now youre alone and vulnerable by yourself in a seedy-looking clearing at the fairground – the place where you and your friends said you’d meet each other if one of you got lost.

Should I continue? It it any good? I was thinking going the way of humiliation/ degradation/ domination… unless someone has a better idea

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What's this SuperSquiggles 10/06/15(Tue)17:23 No. 192 File 127664781920.jpg - (58.17KB , 699x735 , storytime.jpg ) Hello Sirs there is a masterful deficit of this kind of writing. Other than the kind of wonky attire ( I know you were going for goth, but tutus are just like wat ) stories like this could make me go YAY. ¦3 Whether it's U GONNA GET RAPED or domination/humiliation it's YES. Being left behind sucks sometimes though, LSD makes it worse. :>

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Anonymous 10/06/18(Fri)20:49 No. 203 File 127691939583.jpg - (241.55KB , 1031x1087 , 6ab0bea6b1a882b95b4530008624481b11fbfa0d.jpg ) Squiggles, aka Pot-Chan says it ees good. So eet must be good! (Seriously, punk, if you don't keep writan, I'm likely to start writan FOR ya.) Ey Squig, any chance you could toss out any more clearly intoxicated jiggle-wenches in your spare time? It would motivate my. . . um. . . inner writer.

>>	Anonymous 10/07/18(Sun)13:39 No. 235 Do it.

Daryl Tappin woke up in the dark. Her head was thumping with the mother of all hangovers and she could feel various parts of her body throbbing in pain. Groaning, she tried to remember what she had drunk to deserve this. She could remember the end of term party... just. She could remember dancing in the kitchen, drinking wine from the bottle and... not much else. Cursing herself for being such a hedonistic pig she tried to brush her matted hair from her face only to find that she couldn't move her arm. Swearing in bleary shock, she tried to stand up. Or roll over. Or move her legs. Or do anything!

Swinging from side to side, Daryl suddenly realized that she was in fact being suspended by her arms and legs. Chains clinked in the darkness as she continued to struggle. Pressure on her wrists and ankles told her where she was cuffed but her limbs felt weak and heavy. Gritting her teeth in desperation, she managed to pull one hand towards her head. In the brief moment before her arm gave out she saw the thick black, metal cuff encircling her thin wrist.

Falling back into her hanging position she screamed and cursed and cried and begged. Daryl had no idea where she was, what was happening or who put her here. She demanded to be released, yelling at the top of her lungs before pleading pitifully not to touch her. But there was no response. Not even an echo.

After what felt like hours her world suddenly became a blinding white. Cringing in shock, Daryl screwed up her eyes from the light. After an eye watering minute her eyes began to adjust and for the first time Daryl could take in her surroundings.

Looking down she could see a drain directly below her in the center of white tiled floor. Still blinking in the light, she slowly looked up at the white padded walls and the banks of monitors and arrays of mechanical arms. She was already terrified but the sight of the arm like appendages made her quake.

Attached to the end of each one was a different shaped tool. Some were claw like, others had hose attachments and many had syringes of differing sizes. The majority of them though were sex toys. Small dildos, longs dildos, dildos with bumps and knobs a

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Ok, so this one is REALLY long...

A little background:
I wrote this story from a first person perspective from me to my fiancee... (So I guess it's "for the ladies"... even though it's quite raunchy)

She told me about this dream she had one night where I fucked her in the bathroom at a restaurant, and I wrote this story based loosely on that dream...

This is the only erotic story I've ever written, and it is quite long, but (I think) worth the read. As it goes on, it gets sexier, hotter, and kinkier until it reaches an intense climax (no pun intended).

My girlfriend LOVED it... I hope you all do too.

It's gonna take a couple posts to get the whole thing in, I'll start it fresh with the next post.

Themes: Straight sex, domination/submission, spanking, anal, exhibitionism, public sex, cum play, rough sex, light bondage.

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