official commission info:

Drabbles, 15 USD: The length and approximate mindlessness of most of the stories in this thread. Zero thought, plot and mostly mindless growth. I'd use the story I wrote about Alyx Vance as a good example.

Full stories, 20-40 USD: Longer stories, from a couple pages on up. You really have to tell me what you want before I can give you a price quote, doing it by word count or whatever has always seemed tremendously hokey to me.

Turnaround time on both of these has been under a week so far, but if you want something really long or otherwise complex it might go up a bit.

I take payment via paypal, but I'd like to discuss the stories in advance.

I'll give you the list of things I am not okay with doing, because it's shorter:
-Scat
-Guro, including the messier forms of popping
-Realistic immobility stories, mostly due to the presence of... well, scat and guro.

Now all of that said, I'm not gonna abandon my various request threads here and elsewhere. I'll continue to write little drabbles from requests in these threads, don't feel like you *have* to commission me in order to get me to write. I'll be trying to keep doing requests here and elsewhere.

But getting paid for writing fetish fanfic is pretty much the bee's knees, so if you'd like me to write something and get a fast turnaround time on it, consider commissioning me.

(PS: I'll try and bang out two of the requests from this thread at some point tonight or in the next few days to make up for being a commercial sellout whorebag. Apologies.)

>>1981
Those interested I'm Dawnsky of WrA :3 local pudgy cow, my arms are always open to cuddles and food!

>>1981

Ahaha, hello you! I didn't know you posted on here either!

I've been kind of cheating and playing Alliance recently. << Got burnt out on my DK after my guild wanted me to start doing old heroic modes for achieves.

>>1983
Hehe just by chance we bump into each other again :3 you need to play your cow more!

>>1976
dudemon,i do take critism well, but not from some person who is afraid to post a name for me to call out when chating. i would like to kno who im talking to. currently my keyboard is broken and is in nee of replacement, to have created what i did with this broken keyboard is an amasment at that. i am a deviantart user, but have never posted anything cuz im not an artist or writer. the reason i dont take advice from anon's is because u never kno who they are, they could be just someone who views the board, but completely hates it and only trolls around saying negative things to piss people off. and believe me, as soon as i get a new keyboard, i will be editing the story. also to say that my ideas are tiny is total bs, i only started the story, people who take the time to write a paragraph to futher the story help to make that expand, he's only pissed cuz i did a little work and wants to read a story.

>>1978
Assuming you're not a troll:

Buy a new keyboard, the story canw ait until then. Also, bitching that the guy isn't using a name on a chan is like bitching that the militaries of the world don't share their trump cards. It's something that's only done by those who write stories on /elite/ to make sure there's no confusion between who's writing what. If you think someone's a troll, ignore them.

>>1976
I'd just like to point out that everyone I know on the autism spectrum (including myself) is far pickier about grammar and spelling than the OP.

Last one

thank you :3

You should allow us to make our own girl :3

“Brendan? Are you alright?” I raised my voice to a level of concern. First he had claimed he felt sick, began to sway in his chair, and fell to the floor passed out. He wasn't responding to nudging, shaking or slapping, and I was starting to freak out. “Lauren! Help!”. Without a moment to spare, Lauren made her way out calmly and with purpose. “Brendan has passed out! Maybe we should call an...” my sentence faded away when I noticed that Lauren had come out off the kitchen wearing an apron, carrying a folded up clear plastic sheet in one arm and a satchel of implements in the other. “What are you doing Lauren?” I asked cautiously. There was something unsettling about her. Wordlessly began unfolding the plastic sheet next to Brendan. “Aunty?” I tried again, to no response. She dragged him off the floor and onto the plastic sheet. I was starting to panic now “Is he dead? Lauren? Did you... kill him?!”. Finally she stopped and looked up. “He's not dead Tommy, but he will be in a moment. You'd better get out of here.”. “But... why? What are you talking about?”. Lauren looked me in my eyes and scanned my expression until she was sure of my naivete. “You mean you have no idea?” she paused but took the silence as an answer “I'm a cook sweet heart, its what I do. When we had to get rid of David I did the only thing I could think of.”.

She paused for a moment, and I just looked at her with a puzzled expression. An age lingered in the air, before dropping like dead weight in my stomach. “Wait, you don't mean that you...?! Oh Jesus!” My words were cut off as I threw up a little in my mouth. Was this a sick joke? Did she cook David to get rid of his body? “That's right Tom. When they're dead they are just meat, and I did what I do with meat.” There was no emotion in her voice, she spoke as though this were a natural process and it were unprofessional to question it. “But it wasn't like any other meat. I've cooked most manner of hoofed, winged and scaled creatures you could think of, but nothing like this. I thought I would try and put it out of my mind, but that unique flavor lingered with me. I would think about it

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I had to leave. I hid upstairs in my room, trying very hard to will the nightmare away. Downstairs I could hear electric implements wizzing away one by one, preparing Brendan to be served and eaten. Eventually the implements stopped and I was left alone in silence, dreading having to see Lauren again. A couple of hours passed in near silence, but they felt like days. Finally I heard the thing I feared most, footsteps in the stairs. At an agonizingly slow pace she heaved herself up one by one, the creaking growing closer and closer. After she reached the landing there was a great pause, before Lauren gently swung the door open. She had abandoned the her shirt and shorts, down to hear ill fitted underwear. Her figure had become even more engorged after feeding on the meat of my friend. Her belly had swollen further, making her look almost pregnant if it her belly didn't gently wobble with movement. She looked as though she were in pain – breathing heavily as though it were a struggle and clenching her hands on her outstretched gut – but her victorious smile would suggest otherwise. Without a shirt on I could see how massive her breasts had become, and her tiny bra was less that discrete with her nipples. She burped loudly and deeply, and made her way over to me. I turned away. “He was delicious Tom. Just the right thing to hit the spot.”. Even without looking at her, I could hear the gentle massage of my aunt's sausage fingers over her once tiny belly. Her great gut gurgled as it struggled to digested the mass of meat within. She continued “I was impatient, so I had him raw. I made a smoothie out of him, and he was worth every mouthful.”. I wasn't listening, this wasn't happening, and if I kept my head turned long enough this would go away.

After a moment, she reached her point. “You see Tom, I'm not so bad when I'm satisfied. When I'm full I'm not some horrible monster who can't control her urges, I'm just the big, fat auntie who's let herself go.” After a moment I turned to her and I gazed upon her properly. Since I was young I had only know her a slender, trim woman with a well kept figure. The woman before me was not the aunt

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Looking after Lauren took up most of my time over the next few weeks. I tried to keep her eating from the moment she got out of bed until she slumped her rotund self back at night. At first I was aiming for quality, cooking her roasts, buffets, gourmet specialties and so on, but it soon descended into an exercise in quantity, making sure that she was stuffing herself at all times. Indiscriminately she would gorge herself on whatever I put in front of her, whether that be packets of chips, ice cream, butter or anything else. Her appetite was unsatisfiable, driven for a yearning for that forbidden flavor, and she liked to remind me of it with a teasing comment about how delicious I looked, or playfully biting my fingers when I tried to feed her cake. As she kept consuming, her figured ballooned. It wasn't long before her belly was immense, she had breasts the size melons, and a gigantic ass and thighs that destroyed anything in their way. Every day I had to get her dressed and every day it became a little more impossible due expanding bust, midriff and waist. She constantly commented on how fat she was getting and how plump different parts of her body were, as away of keeping me uneasy. But no matter how much she ate and how obese she grew, the teasing got more common, the hints became less subtle and the disguised threats would appear more often. I knew it was only a matter of time before she wasn't going to be able to control her urges for human meat, and the day when I was going to have to make a horrific choice was fast approaching.

Charlie hadn't been to my house in years, mainly because we hadn't really been close friends in years. But he was more than eager to now that the two of us had started hanging out again. We put out bags down near the door, and I told him to make himself at home whilst I went and fetched him a drink. Cautiously, he began wandering the house and peering at out furniture and decorations as though he had never seen anything like them before he eventually left the hallway, letting his gaze fall until it reached the woman on the sofa. Secretly, he used to have a massive crush on Lauren back when she used to drop me off and pick me up from school. He hadn

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>>1951
That Night Elf story was great the whole way through for me and probably my favorite story on Writing.com, fucking sucks that the 3 dudes working on it never finished it.

>>1956

>implying a writing.com story has ever had an ending

>>1957
Seen a few.

Oh good, someone else loves these. It's a bit hard to pick out individual stories, but the moment of crossing into immobility is a lot of fun.

thanks.

wasn't sure about the weight gain pills, the style of plot or whether it was too similar to the last. if i do another i'll do something very different, maybe father feeding daughter...

in the mean time, feel free to post related material.

Wow any more stories like this?

Any more son-feeding-mother stories?

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Way too much humiliation on a board that loves fatties.

>>1910
little bit of yes, mostly no. we have the pages ready for release, but we had the original page set up done by someone else

we're waiting on someone my co-writer knows to do the HTML coding when he comes by next month, and show us how to do it. hate to leave folks waiting, but just means more of a buffer and more we can release at a time

trying to release it, but really don't want it to look shitty and blow it right out of the gate

so is it true that Giant Queen Sakura is going to be bundled with black mesa source?

>>1922
oh, you crazy kids. driving us nuts to, to get it out and some feedback, but want to do it justice. if it were me, it'd be Angelfire quality and ride its own wave. we are fairly considering releasing it just on the artist and ours deviant art accounts for the time being, just to get it some "yes we exist" cred beyond my leaked sketches and doodles here