Why do you think so many feeders become feedees?
CaliGainingGirl:
My ex who was a very dominant feeder and always made every girl he was with gain copious amounts of weight - ended up fattening himself up too. I was super surprised, but as he talked about how much he enjoyed it - I could see that he was getting a kick out of fat in general - he loved it so much on women, but ended up digging it on his own belly. He blew up at a good 50lbs it was pretty sexy and I LOVED seeing the tables turn on him - after he'd pushed me and so many others into obesity.
My ex who was a very dominant feeder and always made every girl he was with gain copious amounts of weight - ended up fattening himself up too. I was super surprised, but as he talked about how much he enjoyed it - I could see that he was getting a kick out of fat in general - he loved it so much on women, but ended up digging it on his own belly. He blew up at a good 50lbs it was pretty sexy and I LOVED seeing the tables turn on him - after he'd pushed me and so many others into obesity.
I love that you can enjoy this so much! Seems a kind of poetic justice that this happened to him. It would be even more so if a woman made him continue to fatten beyond what he wanted -- much as he apparently did with you and others.
6 years
Why are there no mutual gainers?
ILuvChubbyChix:
There's also how I would expect most male mutual gainers to be fine with a woman who's gaining for herself, or even if she's just large.
Also, most feedees can't reasonably or realistically expect her future boyfriend or husband to not eventually get fat, if he isn't already. Most that I've talked to, admit and expect this.
Also, those who tend to be good at cooking tend to be overweight or even obese.
I've also noticed that in general, women usually seem to be less focused on appearance than men are, so perhaps there's many who may not explicitly want her boyfriend or husband to gain weight, but at the same time don't mind.
Hopefully I'm making sense here.
Influx:
I generally agree with ya, a lot of that makes sense.
I know in my case personally, I did try my hand at gaining and didn't enjoy it. Just because I adore fat on a partner has nothing to do with me liking fat on myself, as I found out.
Also, contrast is a big sub-fetish in our fetish.
There's also how I would expect most male mutual gainers to be fine with a woman who's gaining for herself, or even if she's just large.
Also, most feedees can't reasonably or realistically expect her future boyfriend or husband to not eventually get fat, if he isn't already. Most that I've talked to, admit and expect this.
Also, those who tend to be good at cooking tend to be overweight or even obese.
I've also noticed that in general, women usually seem to be less focused on appearance than men are, so perhaps there's many who may not explicitly want her boyfriend or husband to gain weight, but at the same time don't mind.
Hopefully I'm making sense here.
Influx:
I generally agree with ya, a lot of that makes sense.
I know in my case personally, I did try my hand at gaining and didn't enjoy it. Just because I adore fat on a partner has nothing to do with me liking fat on myself, as I found out.
Also, contrast is a big sub-fetish in our fetish.
I think there can be a lot of romance and sensuality in mutual gaining. I had this in a former relationship, and it was wonderful.
I think there are plenty of gay or lesbian couples who enjoy mutual gaining, but I may just be stereotyping.
See my writing under Stories. Specifically, read "For the Love of Plumpness" a short vignettte about my mutual gaining experience. The link is here:
fantasyfeeder.com/stories/view
I would love to hear more about mutual gaining from a straight woman's perspective. Anyone can message me or email me.
6 years
Does anyone have my old stories?
Nok:
titles?
titles?
I recall a couple titles.
RVing
Stockholm syndrome
6 years
Death feedists
DustieKissyStories:
So back to the topic at hand, there is somewhat of an adrenaline high gorging on nothing but fried foods knowing what it is doing to your poor little organs in your massively unhealthy body. Every bite bringing you one step closer to having as much fat caked in your body as you possibly could.
Also, I already know, and am willing to admit that I am a complete lunatic. Just sayin� so ya know.
So back to the topic at hand, there is somewhat of an adrenaline high gorging on nothing but fried foods knowing what it is doing to your poor little organs in your massively unhealthy body. Every bite bringing you one step closer to having as much fat caked in your body as you possibly could.
Also, I already know, and am willing to admit that I am a complete lunatic. Just sayin� so ya know.
Love your lunacy, Maddie! I’ve missed that so much.
I recall you wrote a masterpiece of fatalistic feederism entitled �RVing�. Could you post it sometime. I�d love to read it again.
6 years
Does anyone have my old stories?
DustieKissyStories:
It�s been awhile since I was a member of this site but I was wondering if anyone has copies of my old stories?
It�s been awhile since I was a member of this site but I was wondering if anyone has copies of my old stories?
I wish I could help you. I remember you from back in the LiveJournal days, Maddie, and I did once provide you with some list stories years ago.
I don’t think I have any, but I’ll keep looking.
I’m glad to see you back.
Zonker
6 years
Share your dark fantasies
You need to turn this into a story and post in the stories section.
[quote]jimy:
We start dating in highschool.
Her and I are about the same height. Relatively short, both skinny and weak.
I can't lift a barbell to save my life.
She gets into sports. I am lazy as hell.
She is always trying to get me to be more active. No way that is happening.
She teases me about getting chubby. I try to brush it under the rug.
I suffer a disease. I am perscribed some pretty agressive medication.
Side effects include: stunted growth, weight gain, gynecomastia.
Over the months, we both notice changes.
She is taller now, taller than I am. She stars developing muscle tone and upper body strength.
My weight is starting to creep up. My appetite is unquenchable. Everything tastes good. Especially carbs and deserts.
She starts scolding me about getting fat. Telling me I have to lose weight. Stop stuffing my face. It doesn't work.
Growth spurt hits her hard. She is growing into a goddess. Perky breasts, long and tall abs of steel. I know she is stronger than I am now but I can't get myself to admit it. She towers above my fat body. Makes fun of my short height, my heavy weight.
Things start getting bad.
My weight is getting out of control. I am too fat for jeans. My knees are telling me I am too heavy. The side effect of the medication kick in. I notice that I am starting to develop full on breasts. My belly is growing, getting heavier, larger. My butt and thighs start ballooning. My underwear is too tight now. My thighs are getting wider, giving me a short, feminine stature. My legs inflate and turn into bags of lard.
We move out together. She starts tormenting me.
She knows I love chocolate. She puts it on the top shelf so I can't reach. I'm too short. I'm too heavy to climb above the counter. My arms are too weak, my body so heavy.
She makes me beg for the chocolate. Her nickname for me is "shorty", "fatty", "bitch tits". She pinches my big ass as I bend over.
Months go by.
She is taller, stronger. An athlete.
She pins me down and keeps me there. I can't fight back. She is incredibly strong compared to me. She humiliates me. She brings home weights she lifts easly. I can't even get them up once. She gives me those little colored weights for women.
My breasts are out of control. My belly has grown so large. My butt is massive, heavy, inflating larger each day.
She brings home a few bras and panties. I refuse to wear them. She pins me down and forces them on me. I cannot escape. My body is my prison. I am so fat, so heavy, every movement is a battle. Her strength is something I have no hope of beating.
She laughs at me " your tits are bigger than mine! You need some support shorty!" My fat tits barely fit into the DD cup. An overflow of fat flesh above them. My huge fat ass, now too fat to fit into chairs with sides, eats up the panties, turns them into thongs.
I can't fit into anything. I am so hopeless.
She grabs a pair of womens tights out of her drawer. She pushes me on my back on the bed. Grabs my feet and starts putting them on me. I try to kick and get free but her arms are too strong for my week legs. I try to get on my stomach, but my massive belly wont let me. I cannot move. It's useless.
She pulls me up on my feet and pulls the tights around my fat, planetary, jiggly massive stripper ass. It barely fits. Even she struggles.
"Your ass is huge doll! You should be in a rap video! Look at that thing. If you could move around enough to poll dance, you'd be the riches poll dancer in town! Nobody would even know you're supposed to be a boy!"
She grabs a stretch womens top and shoves it over my head. My cleavage pops out the collar.
"Oh yeah! There we go! Now we are ready to go out!"
I am mortified. I look at my reflection in the mirror. I am a fat bitch!
I am an obese little girl.
"We are going for a run, fat boy!" She demands. She knows I'm too fat to run. She just wants to torment me.
She grabs me by my hand and pushes me into the car. I can barely fit in the front passenger seat. My massive thigh is on the gear shifter. I'm too fat for the front seat, she can't shift into gear with my massive flesh in the way.
She shoves me into the back like I am cargo. She laughs at me, makes fun of me the whole way. "I can't believe you got too fat for the car! Dear lord, I have to get a pickup truck and haul you in the back like livestock!"
We arrive at the park. She puts her hand on my back and pushes me forward.
"Run bitch tits! Run!" She orders.
I try like hell but best I can do is a slow waddle. I am so embarressed! I can barely walk. My giant tits are bouncing up and down. My belly is hell on my back. My knees are about to give and I've only tried walking a few paces. She bursts out into laughter. "Oh my god! You should see your ass! It's sooo bigg! It's mesmerizing, swaying left and right!"
She jumps out infront of me like a gazelle. I can't keep up with her li
[quote]jimy:
We start dating in highschool.
Her and I are about the same height. Relatively short, both skinny and weak.
I can't lift a barbell to save my life.
She gets into sports. I am lazy as hell.
She is always trying to get me to be more active. No way that is happening.
She teases me about getting chubby. I try to brush it under the rug.
I suffer a disease. I am perscribed some pretty agressive medication.
Side effects include: stunted growth, weight gain, gynecomastia.
Over the months, we both notice changes.
She is taller now, taller than I am. She stars developing muscle tone and upper body strength.
My weight is starting to creep up. My appetite is unquenchable. Everything tastes good. Especially carbs and deserts.
She starts scolding me about getting fat. Telling me I have to lose weight. Stop stuffing my face. It doesn't work.
Growth spurt hits her hard. She is growing into a goddess. Perky breasts, long and tall abs of steel. I know she is stronger than I am now but I can't get myself to admit it. She towers above my fat body. Makes fun of my short height, my heavy weight.
Things start getting bad.
My weight is getting out of control. I am too fat for jeans. My knees are telling me I am too heavy. The side effect of the medication kick in. I notice that I am starting to develop full on breasts. My belly is growing, getting heavier, larger. My butt and thighs start ballooning. My underwear is too tight now. My thighs are getting wider, giving me a short, feminine stature. My legs inflate and turn into bags of lard.
We move out together. She starts tormenting me.
She knows I love chocolate. She puts it on the top shelf so I can't reach. I'm too short. I'm too heavy to climb above the counter. My arms are too weak, my body so heavy.
She makes me beg for the chocolate. Her nickname for me is "shorty", "fatty", "bitch tits". She pinches my big ass as I bend over.
Months go by.
She is taller, stronger. An athlete.
She pins me down and keeps me there. I can't fight back. She is incredibly strong compared to me. She humiliates me. She brings home weights she lifts easly. I can't even get them up once. She gives me those little colored weights for women.
My breasts are out of control. My belly has grown so large. My butt is massive, heavy, inflating larger each day.
She brings home a few bras and panties. I refuse to wear them. She pins me down and forces them on me. I cannot escape. My body is my prison. I am so fat, so heavy, every movement is a battle. Her strength is something I have no hope of beating.
She laughs at me " your tits are bigger than mine! You need some support shorty!" My fat tits barely fit into the DD cup. An overflow of fat flesh above them. My huge fat ass, now too fat to fit into chairs with sides, eats up the panties, turns them into thongs.
I can't fit into anything. I am so hopeless.
She grabs a pair of womens tights out of her drawer. She pushes me on my back on the bed. Grabs my feet and starts putting them on me. I try to kick and get free but her arms are too strong for my week legs. I try to get on my stomach, but my massive belly wont let me. I cannot move. It's useless.
She pulls me up on my feet and pulls the tights around my fat, planetary, jiggly massive stripper ass. It barely fits. Even she struggles.
"Your ass is huge doll! You should be in a rap video! Look at that thing. If you could move around enough to poll dance, you'd be the riches poll dancer in town! Nobody would even know you're supposed to be a boy!"
She grabs a stretch womens top and shoves it over my head. My cleavage pops out the collar.
"Oh yeah! There we go! Now we are ready to go out!"
I am mortified. I look at my reflection in the mirror. I am a fat bitch!
I am an obese little girl.
"We are going for a run, fat boy!" She demands. She knows I'm too fat to run. She just wants to torment me.
She grabs me by my hand and pushes me into the car. I can barely fit in the front passenger seat. My massive thigh is on the gear shifter. I'm too fat for the front seat, she can't shift into gear with my massive flesh in the way.
She shoves me into the back like I am cargo. She laughs at me, makes fun of me the whole way. "I can't believe you got too fat for the car! Dear lord, I have to get a pickup truck and haul you in the back like livestock!"
We arrive at the park. She puts her hand on my back and pushes me forward.
"Run bitch tits! Run!" She orders.
I try like hell but best I can do is a slow waddle. I am so embarressed! I can barely walk. My giant tits are bouncing up and down. My belly is hell on my back. My knees are about to give and I've only tried walking a few paces. She bursts out into laughter. "Oh my god! You should see your ass! It's sooo bigg! It's mesmerizing, swaying left and right!"
She jumps out infront of me like a gazelle. I can't keep up with her li
6 years
Share your dark fantasies
karenjenk:
oops... word count got me. PART 2
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So I start my senior year at 260. Well over doubling my weight from when I started college.
As my friends come to see me in my apt I can see the initial look of shock. I end up cancelling our second study session and they all freak out because it�s their senior year too and they need to keep their 4.0 GPA to secure the best jobs.
They pretty much take care of me round the clock� knowing their success is tied to me tutoring and studying with them. Someone calls to wake me e very morning and in addition to the boxes of food I get delivered from my blackmailer� my friends always have food around for me. It seems like every waking moment I�m nibbling or horfing food down.
Senior year� September 260 lbs� with their help� totally self centered help� no thought to my well being�. My body has become a calorie storing machine. 4.5 lbs a week. by finals week I have packed on over 50 lbs. and my graduation things have leveled off so another 50�. not including the weight gained during holiday splurges and binges� almost 370 lbs.
I waddle across the stage and take my diploma with my chubby sausage fingers�. My friends� they get their degrees and forget about me. The days turn into weeks as I stay at home depressed�. Eating� reading the emails from my oppressor�
This was the fun part. The dark part is �. Well� dark.
oops... word count got me. PART 2
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So I start my senior year at 260. Well over doubling my weight from when I started college.
As my friends come to see me in my apt I can see the initial look of shock. I end up cancelling our second study session and they all freak out because it�s their senior year too and they need to keep their 4.0 GPA to secure the best jobs.
They pretty much take care of me round the clock� knowing their success is tied to me tutoring and studying with them. Someone calls to wake me e very morning and in addition to the boxes of food I get delivered from my blackmailer� my friends always have food around for me. It seems like every waking moment I�m nibbling or horfing food down.
Senior year� September 260 lbs� with their help� totally self centered help� no thought to my well being�. My body has become a calorie storing machine. 4.5 lbs a week. by finals week I have packed on over 50 lbs. and my graduation things have leveled off so another 50�. not including the weight gained during holiday splurges and binges� almost 370 lbs.
I waddle across the stage and take my diploma with my chubby sausage fingers�. My friends� they get their degrees and forget about me. The days turn into weeks as I stay at home depressed�. Eating� reading the emails from my oppressor�
This was the fun part. The dark part is �. Well� dark.
Tell us about the dark part.
6 years
Share your dark fantasies
[quote]karenjenk:
Dark Fantasy� I�ve been kind of lurking and talking with people on this site. Most are really nice and fun. IRL I had a dark side and I�m submissive. Words do it w ay more for me than photos or talking. If I can read it then I can be there and feel it. I work with numbers a lot so stats and numbers do it for me. Here is one of my fantasies�or as much as I�ll tell.
I would like someone to blackmail me into gaining.
Maybe I cheated on a test and the other person found out or caught me shoplifting or just doing something that would get me in huge trouble so I would be willing to do anything to keep them from telling. Maybe I need to keep my reputation good to keep a scholarship for college.
It goes like this... lots of details left out of course:
One day I get an email with a video attached and watch it and its me and I�m stuffing jewelry and perfume in my purse and pockets as I walk around a store. I, of course, beg and beg them to not turn me in and they begin to give me instructions on what and how much to eat.
I only gain a pound a month. (in real life I am having zero luck gaining) After 6 months or so this increases to about 1.5 lbs a month so in my freshman year my gain would be a modest 15 lbs.
They use the video as leverage to get me to send nude photos of myself and in turn use these to made me do more� heaping the amount of control they have over me.
After a year or so I start gaining 2 pounds a month and then 2.5. It becomes easier to gain as I�m always nervous and anxious about what they could do and I have to have the scholarship to finish my degree. By the end of my sophomore year I have gain 12lbs in 6 months and then the second half of the year another 18 lbs. I�m miserable because I�m not allowed to go to the gym or workout and they give me all these goals of what to eat and drink.
Six month gaining intervals below�.
So freshman year : 6 lbs and then 9 = 15
Junior year = 12 and then 18 = 30
So I start my junior year 45lbs heavier than when I started college.
125 lbs and adding 45 more�. = 170.
Junior year they make me send a daily photo standing in the same place wearing the same outfit. Side view and front view. Head to toe. Several times a week a box gets delivered to my door and I have to eat everything in the box and show gains or they send me more threats. I am to have a candybar with me at all times and have regular and frequent eating goals. Not to stuff� not while I go to classes and stuff. just something with a lot of calories on hand and I have to be eating anytime I�m with people� like a study group.
Junior year - - I cant tell anyone whats happening and my best friends are concerned and worried. I�m told to convince them that I�m a nervous eater and the carbs make me feel calmer� when actually the opposite is true. Soooo in addition the the fattening food that is delivered�. My friends rally around me to help me keep my 4.0 and right before any test or an all night study group they make sure that there is plenty of food around. Cake, Ice cream, snickers, frozen uncooked brownie mix. You see they really need me in the study group because I�m tutoring them to get them through with their degrees too. The hardest part is pretending to be happy that they bring me more food. They even encourage me when there is just a little brownie batter left or a few cookies�
Junior year by the time Halloween comes around and I�ve gained 3 lbs both months and between then and Christmas break�..4 pounds a month� putting my first semester total at 11. Over Christmas break it�s easy to put on 6 more pounds so I start the second semester of my junior year gaining about 25 lbs. 195 lbs�
The gaining ramps up the second semester. My metabolism slows. All I do is read and study. 1 pound a week for the next two months� then the next two 1.5 lbs a week. so 20 more pounds by the end of the semester. 215 lbs.
I come home for my summer job which this year I�m supposed to work in a legal offce� paid intern. Usually interns don�t get paid while in college but with my grades! I�m really excited to do this
BUT
I get an email that has an application for a job at a country buffet for the summer and I�m told to resign my internship.
So for the next 14 weeks of summer i was on my feet all day making me tired and sore so I would go home and lay down and eat what ever I brought back from the restaurant for the first 4 weeks I gained a steady 3 pounds week for the next month 3.5 and the last two weeks nearly 4 pounds a week. bringing my summer total to�. Wow.. 12 + 18 + 8 = 38 lbs�. throw in a few more for some of the binges and birthday parties where I was instructed to take th
Dark Fantasy� I�ve been kind of lurking and talking with people on this site. Most are really nice and fun. IRL I had a dark side and I�m submissive. Words do it w ay more for me than photos or talking. If I can read it then I can be there and feel it. I work with numbers a lot so stats and numbers do it for me. Here is one of my fantasies�or as much as I�ll tell.
I would like someone to blackmail me into gaining.
Maybe I cheated on a test and the other person found out or caught me shoplifting or just doing something that would get me in huge trouble so I would be willing to do anything to keep them from telling. Maybe I need to keep my reputation good to keep a scholarship for college.
It goes like this... lots of details left out of course:
One day I get an email with a video attached and watch it and its me and I�m stuffing jewelry and perfume in my purse and pockets as I walk around a store. I, of course, beg and beg them to not turn me in and they begin to give me instructions on what and how much to eat.
I only gain a pound a month. (in real life I am having zero luck gaining) After 6 months or so this increases to about 1.5 lbs a month so in my freshman year my gain would be a modest 15 lbs.
They use the video as leverage to get me to send nude photos of myself and in turn use these to made me do more� heaping the amount of control they have over me.
After a year or so I start gaining 2 pounds a month and then 2.5. It becomes easier to gain as I�m always nervous and anxious about what they could do and I have to have the scholarship to finish my degree. By the end of my sophomore year I have gain 12lbs in 6 months and then the second half of the year another 18 lbs. I�m miserable because I�m not allowed to go to the gym or workout and they give me all these goals of what to eat and drink.
Six month gaining intervals below�.
So freshman year : 6 lbs and then 9 = 15
Junior year = 12 and then 18 = 30
So I start my junior year 45lbs heavier than when I started college.
125 lbs and adding 45 more�. = 170.
Junior year they make me send a daily photo standing in the same place wearing the same outfit. Side view and front view. Head to toe. Several times a week a box gets delivered to my door and I have to eat everything in the box and show gains or they send me more threats. I am to have a candybar with me at all times and have regular and frequent eating goals. Not to stuff� not while I go to classes and stuff. just something with a lot of calories on hand and I have to be eating anytime I�m with people� like a study group.
Junior year - - I cant tell anyone whats happening and my best friends are concerned and worried. I�m told to convince them that I�m a nervous eater and the carbs make me feel calmer� when actually the opposite is true. Soooo in addition the the fattening food that is delivered�. My friends rally around me to help me keep my 4.0 and right before any test or an all night study group they make sure that there is plenty of food around. Cake, Ice cream, snickers, frozen uncooked brownie mix. You see they really need me in the study group because I�m tutoring them to get them through with their degrees too. The hardest part is pretending to be happy that they bring me more food. They even encourage me when there is just a little brownie batter left or a few cookies�
Junior year by the time Halloween comes around and I�ve gained 3 lbs both months and between then and Christmas break�..4 pounds a month� putting my first semester total at 11. Over Christmas break it�s easy to put on 6 more pounds so I start the second semester of my junior year gaining about 25 lbs. 195 lbs�
The gaining ramps up the second semester. My metabolism slows. All I do is read and study. 1 pound a week for the next two months� then the next two 1.5 lbs a week. so 20 more pounds by the end of the semester. 215 lbs.
I come home for my summer job which this year I�m supposed to work in a legal offce� paid intern. Usually interns don�t get paid while in college but with my grades! I�m really excited to do this
BUT
I get an email that has an application for a job at a country buffet for the summer and I�m told to resign my internship.
So for the next 14 weeks of summer i was on my feet all day making me tired and sore so I would go home and lay down and eat what ever I brought back from the restaurant for the first 4 weeks I gained a steady 3 pounds week for the next month 3.5 and the last two weeks nearly 4 pounds a week. bringing my summer total to�. Wow.. 12 + 18 + 8 = 38 lbs�. throw in a few more for some of the binges and birthday parties where I was instructed to take th
6 years
Fantasy feeder is not story friendly
curiousv:
A large part of the community is not story-friendly either.
I mean quality stories.
You can write real literature, with interesting characters, beautiful descriptions, unique plot, but you won't attract an audience. If you want that, then you should first pick a title which sounds simple so people will click on it. The first word of the title, and the first word of the story must be a woman's name. Like "Lucy's gain." As a description write something like "Lucy is a girl who gets very fat". Then in the story, just start with an info dump of her weight and hair color. Spelling and grammar is completely unnecessary. Characterization is also completely unnecessary. Write a clich� plot about someone who always wanted to get fat (or a cheerleader who always wanted to stay slim but then she changed her mind on the fly without any explication, to become the fattest woman on the planet). Voil�, ten times more views and likes than the stories which try to bring quality.
girlcrisis:
Hmm, not sure if that�s a very fair representation of the taste of people on this site. If you organise the stories by �most likes� the first three pages include stories by LoopsnBloops, GrowHerBelly, expatbhm, SoftPearBoy, Eponymous and Twigzybird and GhostPepper (only naming some of my favourites here) that I would say are incredibly well written and imaginative and no cliches or cheerleaders in sight. Although, personally I do get a kick out of the old weight gain story tropes and like to use a few of them myself but that�s probably just a sign that I�ve been reading this stuff far too long.
A large part of the community is not story-friendly either.
I mean quality stories.
You can write real literature, with interesting characters, beautiful descriptions, unique plot, but you won't attract an audience. If you want that, then you should first pick a title which sounds simple so people will click on it. The first word of the title, and the first word of the story must be a woman's name. Like "Lucy's gain." As a description write something like "Lucy is a girl who gets very fat". Then in the story, just start with an info dump of her weight and hair color. Spelling and grammar is completely unnecessary. Characterization is also completely unnecessary. Write a clich� plot about someone who always wanted to get fat (or a cheerleader who always wanted to stay slim but then she changed her mind on the fly without any explication, to become the fattest woman on the planet). Voil�, ten times more views and likes than the stories which try to bring quality.
girlcrisis:
Hmm, not sure if that�s a very fair representation of the taste of people on this site. If you organise the stories by �most likes� the first three pages include stories by LoopsnBloops, GrowHerBelly, expatbhm, SoftPearBoy, Eponymous and Twigzybird and GhostPepper (only naming some of my favourites here) that I would say are incredibly well written and imaginative and no cliches or cheerleaders in sight. Although, personally I do get a kick out of the old weight gain story tropes and like to use a few of them myself but that�s probably just a sign that I�ve been reading this stuff far too long.
"Most views" is a good way to search, but also "most likes" -- particularly for the kind of darker stories I enjoy. It seems that those who like them will post "like" anonymously, rather than make comments.
I think ff is a great place for these stories. To each, his or her own.
6 years
