You know how blue glowy energy water is basically food for programs in Tron, right?

Quorra drinks *way too much* of it.

>>1578
and then she gets really aggressive and horny as well.

a cute, skinny girls becomes a serial cannibal and puts on a whole heap of weight in the process.

only done without the standard paragraphs of detail about the victim slipping down the throat like most vore has. Also, no unrealistic swallow-in-one-gulp type thing. Just a weight gain story that... happens to be about a cannibal girl.

>>1577
Well, I for one want to see a WG story of Shadow Girl now because of your picture.

Exactly what sort of stuff are you familiar with OP?

>>1582

I'm familiar with a lot of video games, movies, and some anime and comics.

>>1580

Also, started it this morning.

Girl unwilling becomes class pig of a group of weirdoes that try all sorts of bizarre plans to fatten the school. Hilarity might ensue depending on if you want it to be more comedic then raunchy.

Family of unhappy women (ages 14, 17, 23, and the single mother, aged 42) who are constantly bickering and trying to one up each other, receive a big shock when the 23 year old comes back from college with a handsome fiancee, pregnant, 25 lbs. heavier (almost all in her bust), and (most importantly) actually happy for once in her life.

Now the fiancee has to deal with all these women wanting his time and attention, while each girl tries to steal him away to mess with everyone else, and sabotage each other to increase their odds.

You can get fantastical (to a point, keeping them human) with transformations (like drugs, growth of all sorts, massive sizes and the like), but something besides vore and absolutely cruel humiliation (mostly cause I find them distasteful and boring), but it's your call. Maybe adding something about them having a grandma getting involved, who instilled this mindset in her family to put herself on top, and goes to extreme lengths to put them in "their places" and whatnot.

Figured I'd give a little extra challenge with my idea.

There's an idea that's been bouncing around my head for a couple years: A new mother, after giving birth to a baby girl, never bothers losing her considerable baby weight. (Any reason works: laziness, hubby likes the new weight, whatever.) As the years go on, she just gets fatter and fatter, and it becomes clear in early childhood that her daughter is following in her increasingly heavy footsteps.

The story, as I see it in my head, would be told in a series of short vignettes, popping in every few years at points in the daughter's life to see how much fatter she and her mother have gotten. It would end with the daughter giving birth to her own daughter, who will most likely continue the family tradition. (By this point, both mother and daughter would be well over a quarter of a ton.)

Hey folks,

Sorry about the slow goings. Finals are currently kicking my ass... In retrospect, probably should have posted this thread AFTER, but, oh well. Anyways, I'll have plenty of free time to write tomorrow, so, hopefully I'll get at least ONE of the many good ideas in the thread posted.

>>1587
I like the idea of vignettes over time, I think they are under-utilised in wg literature.

Like checking in on a character every few years, or old friends / family meeting every few years.

Sorry about the delay folks... I got malware bombed two nights ago, so, I had to deal with that, and lost a couple pages of work. I'll try and rewrite it, but, it may take a while...

And thank you for the ideas! They're all really good so far.

>>1603
Hey, give the dude some time. Took me well over a month to get to the first request in my thread.

>>1604
soz, just keeping the thread current.

>>1604
We have given him enough time.

>>1580
>>2078
SHAZAM. Drunk Theilios here, with some writefaggotry for ya. <3

“Look, I told you it’s nothing personal... You just knocked on the wrong door today, I guess.”

“P-please, why are you doing this?” A sad, scared voice asked.

“Well, to be honest? I’m hungry... Girl’s gotta eat right?” She laughed, smiling as she gently pat the plump, brunette girl who was currently hanging from her ceiling by two sturdy ropes. “Hey, look on the bright side! You’re going out in a way cooler way than most... I mean, most girls that look like you die of diabetes or a heart attack... But you get to be my first real meal!” Her tone was warm and comforting.

“I’ll give you whatever you want, if you just let me go! And I promise I won’t tell anyone this happened!” She begged, her face beginning to redden as the blood started to rush to it from dangling upside down for so long.

Sighing, Elizabeth shook her head, her long blonde ponytail swaying behind her as she did... She had to keep her hair out of her eyes after all. “I can see you’re not going to be reasonable about this, so, I’ll just get on with it.” She grunted, grabbing the sharpened kitchen knife from a nearby table and returning to the girl, wiping it off carefully to make sure it was cleaned. “Like I said...” She began, reaching down and gently dragging the blade across her victim’s wrists, watching as the blood pooled out from her bound hands. She shrieked loudly, vainly trying to wriggle against her bonds, but she was quite secure in her upside-down position. The ropes tied to her ankles from the ceiling were well knotted and only tightened as she struggled more, and her hands were tied together above a small wash basin, tied tight that she couldn’t move them at all.

“Nothing personal.” She finished, slashing the girl’s other wrist and watching as the torrents of crimson gushed from them, the brunette’s struggles and screams becoming less powerful with each passing second before stopping altogether. Elizabeth had sat back in a chair and watched the whole scene unfold, sighing with relief as it seemed to be over. Smiling, the fit girl rose from her chair. She looked no different than a normal girl her age, apart from the rubber gloves and apron she had on over her jeans and v-neck shirt.Admittedly, she was a tad bit shorter, standing at a mere 5’3”, but she was still thin, weighing 114 pounds. A round, perky rump swayed behind her as she strolled to the lifeless body of her victim, the outline of her small, but shapely breasts visible from behind the apron as she watched the last few drops drain from her victim. Smiling, she grabbed a nearby cleaver and knife, ready to go to work.

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It was an odd taste, she had to admit. having seared a bit of thigh in a pan with some olive oil and spices, she chewed the meat and briefly reflected on it. It was by no means unpleasant, that much she knew... It was simply different from anything she’d had before. And it was a very good different, she had to admit.
Finishing that off, she licked her lips, her tongue curious if the rest of the girl tasted this good, if each bit of meat had its own unique flavorings. She was glad she had picked a bigger girl, because of how tender all the meat was... The plump brunette clearly hadn’t been to a gym in years, and all the fat around everything kept it nice and juicy.
Rising, she headed to a large freezer she kept in the corner of her apartment which was lofted over the butcher’s shop she had inherited when her father passed away. She bit her lip in anticipation as she reached in and drew out a sealed bag from it... Seemed to be calf, if she had to guess. Sure, she was full, but she rationalized that this was the first time experiencing this... Surely treating herself just this once wouldn’t hurt.

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“Oh god, this hurts...” A groan echoed from the kitchen. A few hours had passed, and Elizabeth now sat before her kitchen table, face scrunched up in pain as she took short, shallow breaths, her breasts rising and falling atop her enormously bloated gut. She tenderly rubbed the sides of it, groaning as the basketball sized mound throbbed painfully. She should not have had that last leg... Far too much meat. It seemed that, of the 50 some odd pounds of meat she’d managed to harvest from her first victim, she’d finished around 20.

“Oogh, need tums...” She mumbled, standing rather unsteadily, the displacement of her stomach causing her to belch loudly as she unsteadily headed for the medicine cabinet. Looking inside, she quickly grabbed them and closed the door, downing two and sitting down on her couch, moaning loudly. “So good.... Yet so... full...” She managed to gurgle, burping loudly. It seemed the brunette would be getting the last laugh tonight.

“I just need to sleep this off, and space out eating the rest over the next *urp* week or so...” She moaned, rising and heading for her bedroom, sleeping on her side instead of laying down as she normally did so that she wouldn’t disturb her vastly swollen stomach.

A few months had passed. Missing persons ads were beginning to pop up left and right in the small town of Robinsville, and no one could quite figure out where they’d gone. The police had come knocking on glass door of the Monroe’s butcher shop, but the kindly, young woman who owned the place simply shrugged and wished them well in finding them.

Smiling as she waved goodbye to the officers, Elizabeth Monroe exhaled, wiping a bit of sweat from her brow as she closed shop for the day, turning the sign on the store front, locking up, and heading upstairs.

Sighing as she took off her apron and plopping down on the couch, the blonde girl lay back, smiling. She stretched her arms as she kicked off her shoes, resting her hands on her gut as she flicked on the TV. Her stomach grumbled loudly, and she sighed standing and heading to the kitchen, opening her fridge and reheating some leftovers, noticing her reflection in the full length mirror with a pout.

She had gotten fat... Truly, remarkably fat. Long past chubby now, Elizabeth was a bonafide fat ass now... Which was an apt term as it was certainly the largest part of her. Her cheeks had rounded out a bit, and she had a full, wobbling double chin that bounced as she chewed a bit of breast meat from the 300 pound woman she’d had the week before... Who was now all but gone. Her breasts had rounded out a bit, but not much, graduating to plump C cups as she grabbed them and weighed them roughly in her hands. It was an improvement, atleast. Going down, her gut was large and full, a gut that rested on her thighs when she sat and sagged down to her privates now. Her arms, too, were large and flabby, looking like she had footballs in her sleeves, had they not been so flabby. Looking at her elbows, she stuck out her tongue, noting she had a roll of arm fat pouring over them. Sighing, she turned to look at her ass and grimaced. “That’s where it’s all been going...” She sighed, reaching back to cup each butt cheek in her hands, releasing them and watching them bounce back down to their natural resting position. Each cheek was enormous, sticking out behind her in a three inch shelf of blubber, her hips brod enough to support it... She was finding two chairs were much more comfortable these days, instead of just one. Her thighs were thick logs of blubber, dimpled with cellulite and gently rolling over her knees now, which led down to her thick calves the size of a slim man’s waist and plump feet.

“I really need to cut back a bit...” Elizabeth muttered to herself, nibbling on her snack as she headed to the bathroom, her curiosity piqued about her weight. Seeing the scale in the corner of the room, she pulled it out with her toes, scooting it to the middle of the room. Gingerly placing one plump foot on it before the other, her legs wobbling with each careful step, her brushed her hair out of her eyes as she bent over her fat gut to read the numbers.

Bright and red, glaring up from the scale at her, read “392lbs”. She winced at this biting her lip. “Damn...” She sighed, shaking her head. Those girls were murder on her figure.

Reluctantly, she stepped out of the bathroom and back to her freezer, looking inside and noting how empty it was... Had she really polished off the rest of her stash last night? “Damn!” She grumbled sadly. “I’ll have to resort to more creative means, I suppose...”

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That's what I had done but forgot to post. Sorry mates. Enjoy this unedited bit I've had written for a while! Sorry I forgot about ya!

I wholeheartedly would love to see more cannibal girls!

>>2085
Wow, that was fucking excellent! I'm glad you came back with that.

I know it was incomplete, but if you were to bulk it out I would add more in the duration between 1 and 2 so that we get a progression. But then again, you have no plans to finish this do you?