Here's another one that was passed on by an author on DA who's too lazy to make it.
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Right, suffice it to say, lately I've been on a bit of a Sailor Moon binge(I blame the amusing abridged series on Youtube), and I thought what if the series didn't reset after the battle with Queen Beryl, and the girls didn't die.
You know, a scenario where things were peaceful, for the most part.
I say for the most part because a new faction would come out and attack the scouts, although they will not be the kind to cause actual harm on them personally, just their figures.
The new faction would be called the "Foodcourtians"(Accursed Card-using elves called Cardians, giving me that horrible pun of an idea), and all of their "villain of the week" would be food-based. Now, I'm stealing an idea from an old fan-fic by S.Sakurai(back when it was just Stephen, and Stuffed! online worked), where they can't be destroyed unless they are eaten. In some ways this could be considered vore, but then again, the opposite is true as well, so it would satisfy both sides.
The reason why the Foodcourtians are after the Sailor Scouts is because they killed their employers, who promised them their own restaurant chain when the negaverse took over the world(at least, I think that's what they were trying to do, aside from kill Sailor Moon).
Now seeing as how I'm a big fan of Raye, the idea in my head centered around her, and the concept of her going out with Chad Holdenford(the hippie/priest/rich-drifter that works at her shrine), but that's just because those two were some of my favorite characters.

Speaking of characters, I had an amusing idea for some of the reoccuring villains.
Chef Kill-osaka: The head chef, and the leader of the Foodcourtians, also the only one not based on food. Wears a poofy hat, and whines about being unemployed from his greatest gig.
Lady Cheesecake: The seductive second-fiddle villain, has an exaggerated hourglass figure, slowly grows more exaggerated when she overeats. Falls in love with Chad, and tries to steal his heart, failing utterly at each attempt.
Big Bro Turk: A giant turkey-man, has small edible grenades called "Stuffers", which expand exponentially when in contact with stomach acid, and chock full of calories and Carbs(basically, it's like dehydrated stuffing).
Lil' Bro Duck: A medium size duck-man, has a flame-thrower-esque weapon that shoots out a sticky, greasy substance that immobilizes people on contact(Dried duck fat, it is really, REALLY sticky stuff... Also, by immobilize, I mean that they can't move from being glued down).
Lil' Sis Ken: A small chicken-woman, hand-to-hand fighter of the trio.
Turducken supreme: the three siblings combined. note: they cannot move when in this form.
Meatloaf: Think like the singer, but more ground-meat based. Has dried gravy instead of hair.
Miss Bon-bon: A real cutesy kinda villain, really short, and kinda plump. Uses little brown balls that explode on contact, called Calorie bombs, you can guess what they can do if they hit someone in the mouth, or someone's food.

If your interested you can take up this story idea, or if not, you can just tell me that your not interested.

>>51
This sounds like comedy gold.

>>51
I kinda want to see a story where Sailor Mars has to fight off against Miss Bon-bon all on her own.

Mmmm, fatty Sailor Mars.
It'd be even more awesome if she grew into an exaggerated pear-shape.

Some writefag needs to take up one of these ideas.

>>69
True that sir.

>>142
I concur.

Time to bump this badboy.

Since I've been bored lately, and felt like archive diving, I shall bump this for old times sake.

~Gundam Wobble
Lucrezia Noin's glad the war for peace is over, but the war to control her hunger is not. Years spent repressing her belly-fueled urges are promptly forgotten as Noin starts binging as a celebration of her victory, not realizing just how big she'll grow afterward. Lucrezia inevitably finds herself "battling" a wedding cake infected with rogue bionanomachines in a ruined bakery. The bionano gets in her mouth with some cream, sending her belly into overdrive as she promptly devours the rampaging cake in one sitting. The reuslt is that her belly, butt and thighs start ballooning outward under a pair of massive milk blimps. The bionano is digested, but her gluttonous urges cannot be repressed any longer, even though she's literally about to burst from her groaning stomach.

Heero Yuy would no doubt see her as a possible threat to the peace and would repeatedly try to stop her, only to fail in a hilarious manner of some sort. Noin would continue her quest to sate her hunger, growing larger and larger from the chest down as she tries to handle her aristocratic inheritance between mouthfuls of sweets. Her only defense would be explosive lactation; she could spray milk at 300 psi, something she would try not to do since it would only make her hungrier.

This story would involve bbw, eating, tons of lactation and quite possibly the accidental unbirthing of a gundam pilot. If the unbirthing did occur, the womb-bearer would find herself being piloted like a gundam.

>>639
I think that when you care enough to specify the PSI that the anime girl lactates at you may as well just write the story yourself because no one else will be able to match your vision.

That said I'd really like to see someone take on the goth model story.

>>640
The psi is the only thing I actually thought about. The cake thing I got from Bundt and Raspberry from Super Mario RPG. The rest is more or less random thoughts that came together.

>>639

This.

Here are some character ideas. I fleshed them out a bit, but the rest is up to the writer.

~Columbia Chestnut, the All-American
Columbia comes from a deeply conservative neighborhood where everyone votes Republican. Her neighbors think she'd make a great housewife, but everyone there is completely oblivious to one *very* big thing: her body. Each breast and buttock is a globe two feet in diameter, her barrel-shaped, jiggling thighs acting like twin carrier rockets during her cheerleading acts. Columbia has a dark secret: she's lactating uncontrollably. Gallons of milk that she simply can't contain spew forth at the worst of times, causing her to nurse herself for hours. This is leading to her increase in physical size. Columbia will eventually outgrow her neighborhood church!

~Zea Blimp
Zea is a food critic and explorer, seeking out rare delicacies and forgotten recipes in some of the most hostile places on Earth. Her horrible vision is corrected by circular wire-rim glasses, but she can taste the air like a snake, making vision a bit redundant. Five and half feet tall, Zea has curves as large as Columbia's, but there's a difference. The food critic can use her tits like two cannons, spraying breast milk with enough force to knock people unconscious. But she has a rival, one that's outgrowing her...

~Blimpiel
Blimpiel is a fallen angel. Literally, she fell out of the sky because she ate too many astral flamingos and cloud doves. Now on Earth, Blimpiel tries to take off, but her little white bat wings are unable to support her. At best, she can frantically flutter over a house. She's become fond of sweets and a particularly shy young man that lives near where she fell. She spends her time following him while raining her milk all over the place. But rumors of a deluge have reached her...

~Tengen Toppa Gluttonous Ladies (Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann)
Adiane gets the munchies and doesn't give a damn that she's gaining weight, bullying other sinto giving her food with her scorpion tail and extra-long tongue. Eventually she floods the town with her milk, inciting the wrath of "Anti-Size" Nia Teppelin - Nia is just as big as Adiane. Hilarity ensues, along with possible (and unwitting) unbirthing by Adiane.

>>652

Columbia waved at the Johnsons as they walked past her home in the warm Georgian twilight. They waved back enthusiastically, and Mr. Johnson called out to her. "Hello, Columbia! Enjoying the weather?"

"Yes sir, Mr. Johnson!" She called back. From within the house, Lance, her family's chocolate lab, barked, and everyone laughed.

"We're looking forward to the game Friday night, Columbia; aren't you leading the girls in the cheerleading at halftime?”

“I am!” Just thinking about it made Columbia excited. “We’ll cheer the boys on to victory, just you wait!”

Everyone laughed again, the easy slow chuckle of good friends and high humidity. “See you then, Columbia,” Mrs. Johnson said, and, taking her husband’s arm, they walked on.

Columbia sat back in the hammock on the porch and smiled, not noticing the popping and straining noises the support bars let out as she did so. She carefully smoothed her sundress over her body, barely registering that there certainly was a lot of flesh for that sundress to cover up. The humidity settled onto her body, coating her oversized form with a dewey sheen.

Columbia was tall for a girl her age; that, everyone in town could tell you. But this highly conservative town could never admit that its most popular high school student, the beautiful Columbia Chestnut, had a somewhat abnormal body type. They just simply, silently, expanded doorways and moved her steering wheel to work around what was Columbia’s most oversized asset: her two-foot-in-diameter breasts. They thrust out before her like a pair of overinflated beachballs, and filled up hallways like airbags. Her ass was just slightly smaller, a prodigious posterior that would have dwarfed any that stalked the beaches in Cancun.

For all that, Columbia was completely unaware that her titanic form was unusual; sure, she was a little busty, but her eyes were turned devoutly toward heaven every Sunday in the local church, and not a single lusty thought slipped through her head.

Except...

>>674

As the last rays of sunlight dribbled away, Columbia felt the stirring deep within her bosom. “Oh, no, not now, please? I wanted to see the rest of the sunset.” The bubbling feeling ignored her plea, continuing to grow as she sat and waited hopefully.

“No?” She sighed, and walked back inside. “Hi Mom, Dad,” she said, smiling at her parents, who were sitting on the couch, watching television. “I’m getting a little tired, so I think I’ll go to bed.”

“Is your homework all done?”

“Yes, Dad.”

“Alright, goodnight Columbia,” Dad said, smiling at his little angel.

She climbed the stairs to her room and closed the door. That was an uncrossable barrier, in this house; Columbia’s room was off-limits to anyone, including her two younger sisters.

Carefully, Columbia peeled off her dress, then set about removing her enormous bra, a veritable architectural project with nearly thirty hooks and enough fabric to make a pretty dress for a small child. She removed it slowly, paying extra attention to the pads that covered her huge nipples. “No moisture there, at least.”

Finally, Columbia stood naked in the middle of her room. She cast an eye to the mirror on her door, glancing at her obscenely hourglassed form, then reached into her closet and withdrew a strange rubber contraption.

>>675

When Columbia’s troubles had first begun a year or so ago, she had been too terrified to tell anyone about it. Instead, she begged to be taken over to the town library (she had still been learning to drive, then, as opposed to now, when she had her full license) and had snuck onto one of the public internet terminals there, desperately searching for information. She’d quickly come across a number of products online to help women deal with this particular ailment, and, after bluffing herself access to her mom’s credit card, she’d received a large box in the mail a week later.

“What’s in the box, Columbia?”

“Books for school, daddy.”

“Oh, alright!”

Columbia sat down on her bed and slipped the ends of the hoses over her long fat nipples. She had no frame of reference for her nipples -- after all, the anatomy charts she’d seen in her biology class this semester had, quite appropriately in her mind, blacked out all the naughty bits -- but they seemed large, their two-inch diameters filling the hoses completely.

The two hoses merged into one after about a foot, then continued for another two feet at a slightly larger diameter to a simple water-bottle-style cap. Columbia slipped her lips around this and, after mentally steeling herself, began sucking away.

Instantly, milk began pouring out of her breasts. The clear plastic tubing filled rapidly, and in moments, the first spurts of her breastmilk flooded her mouth. The first time she had done this, Columbia had nearly drowned herself, but by now she was an old pro at dealing with the ever-increasing volumes of liquid her breasts generated. Without a second thought, she guzzled it down.

“Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm, mmmm,” she murmured through the nozzle. Columbia both loved and hated having to do this. On the plus side, her milk was absolutely delicious, richer and creamier than anything her mother brought home from the supermarket. And she felt so mind-blowingly good while she was sucking, like every part of her body was on fire. Columbia didn’t know the word ‘orgasmic’, and if she did, she would never use it, but that was what she felt like when she drained herself in this fashion.

>>676

Of course, she had to keep it a secret from everyone, which she hated. Columbia didn’t know why she was lactating like this -- she obviously wasn’t pregnant -- but she did now that it was strange, and she didn’t like things to be out of the ordinary. For a while, she considered that it could be some trick of the devil’s, but decided that nothing from Satan could feel this good, or taste this delicious. It had to be a test from God, she decided, and never let it worry her again.

The other thing that she hated about this was what it did to her belly. She could already feel it, a warm hard pressure against the underside of her breasts, growing with every swallow. She had timed herself once; it took nearly two hours to empty her breasts, and every time she did it, it took a little bit longer.

She shifted onto her back, giving her belly room to grow. It slid down onto her virginal thighs, already beginning to rival her breasts in volume, a half-hour after she’d started. She sucked harder, annoyed with how long she knew it would take.

“Columbia?”

Columbia froze.

“Columbia, it’s Mom.”

She pulled the nozzle out of her mouth. “Yeah?”

“Just wondering if you wanted some pie before you fell asleep.”

>>677

A squirt of milk hit Columbia in the face from the backed-up hose. Her nipples ached from the disruption. “No thanks, Mom, I’m good.”

“Alright, goodnight dear.”

“Goodnight!” Columbia slammed the nozzle back into her mouth and took a long, long pull. “Ohhhhhhhh.”

“Columbia? What did you say?”

Columbia pulled the nozzle back out. “Nothing!” She sucked again.

“Because I thought I heard--”

Out. “I didn’t say anything, mom!” In.

“Oh, well, alright. Goodnight.”

“You too!”

Columbia drank in silence for over an hour, listening to the rest of the house slowly go to sleep. She only relaxed after she heard both her sisters and her parents close their bedroom doors. She looked over at her clock; nearly done. Far beyond her breasts, she could feel her distended belly brushing against her knees.

>>678

Finally, mercifully, her breasts’ production slowed to a trickle, then stopped. Columbia pulled the hoses off her nipples and shook the last few drops of milk out and into her waiting mouth.

She attempted to sit up, but quickly realized that was wishful thinking. Even so, she felt a desire to see where her belly had ended up, and so she shimmied on her massive ass to the side of her bed, swung her feet off the side, and then hefted herself to her feet.

She waddled to the lightswitch, then turned to examine herself in the mirror again.

As opposed to before, when her breasts had dominated her view, now there was only her belly, pushing her breasts up, and concealing her legs all the way down to the middle of her shins. She reached for her belly button, but could barely even reach around to the frond side of her distended middle.

She patted it. She had no idea how it happened, but every morning when she woke up, all this belly was gone again, although she did often have to pee like mad.

“God’s will?” She whispered to herself. “If it’s a miracle, I sure wish I knew why me.”

Columbia waddled back over to her bed and lay down, pulling a thin blanket over her bloated, still-nude form. Her belly gurgled happily as she drifted off to sleep.

>>679

You are a god among men. Pic related, it's how I imagined her face.

>>680

I gotta fart superbad!

>>680

I like this character, and I’m feeling inspired. Watch this space.

>>682
Harley or Columbia? Personally, I prefer the sweet christian girl nearly oblivious to her giant milk and butt blimps. I might do Gundam Wobble at some point as well as my take on Columbia.

One idea: Eleanor Lamb from Bioshock 2 was a big thing. Maybe the fountain of youth gene tonic would make her bigger? Give Eleanor telekinesis for some lift and elemental storm for slapstick comedy when she waddles around Arcadia...

Or use Elizabeth from Bioshock Infinite. Dat neck, man, dat neck.

>>683
And by big I meant well-liked, not fat. The fountain of youth gene tonic let you heal by standing in seawater, so for her it could act like a nutrient sponge, fattening her up like mad. Elemental storm was lightning, fire and ice at complete random, exploding out on occasion. Believe me, it's hilarious to see in action.

>>683

Columbia. Writing porn of already-existing characters doesn't really interest me.

Some more wild ideas to possibly go with Columbia. Make changes as you see fit!

~Liberty Pobeben
Liberty is four and a half feet of ivory skin matched to platinum blond hair and huge blue eyes. She's got a chest and bubble butt equal to Columbia's in size, with barrel-shaped thighs capable of launching her over school buses and chain-link fences. Draped in a milk-stained a-shirt, denim knee-length skirt and buckled sandals, one would think that Liberty would be Columbia's rival for popularity, but that's not the case. She's actually considered the cheerleading squad's token ugly girl, as her high, domed forehead and plump lips are matched to an egg-shaped nose the size of a fist. This source of gossip is only fueled by her neurotic personality; Columbia is Liberty's only real friend, and the fact that both produce huge amounts of breast milk only cements this bond. Liberty's ease of fright is balanced out by her ability to jump away from the source of her fear, bouncing off her butt into another leap. But when she can't escape, Liberty's fear becomes terror and her mammaries become cannon; her areolae balloon out into domes a foot high and broad, her nipples becoming cylinders half a foot long. She instinctively expresses her milk, explosively launching twin geysers that can shatter whatever they hit. When she's not evading paranoia-driven fears, she's sucking on her own tits for food.

~Alexandria Echidna
Five and a half feet tall, Alexandria is an exotic beauty: copper skin, auburn hair and luminous green eyes matched to a rectangular face. But her body shape is a cartoonish parody of a venus figurine, her bubble butt conistsing of three-foot globes matched to a domed belly. Her ass is so large that it's taken up the role of transportation in place of her legs. She's usually seen holding her immense boobs, trying to contain her milk as she jiggles around on top of her butt. Alex loves cute girls and she loves having cute servants. So much so, in fact, that she actively seeks cute girls out and sprays them with her breasts, her geysers of milk sticking them to the wall and knocking them unconscious. After that, the captives are stripped nude and slurped up into Alex's womb, where they grow into hourglass-shaped beauties capable of spraying milk like their new master. They go out and find more girls for Alex, as the penis she bears in place of a clitoris grows and grows...

~The Librarian on the Hunt
The protagonist of this one is a pale young librarian with an hourglass figure. She's a nervous prude that normally wears modest clothing. However, her belly has started growling for food and won't stop; she eats and eats and eats, but all of that food won't stop her stomach's rumbling. Her gentle curves eventually grow out into globes, her clothing growing more scarce as she tries to shed heat. Her domed belly bounces up and down over a crotch that inhales and exhales of its own accord, floating her several feet over cars and bushes like a jet pack. As her hunger abates, the earthquake-inducing librarian becomes aware of a cute guy that frequents the area. She wants him badly, so much so that she's begun watching him as much as possible, researching ways to reel him in. Her womb flexes in anticipation of the day it will contain his body...

~Blimp Marines
These curvy young women dressed in tank tops and khaki shorts look like Jill Valentine, Lara Croft, Lucrezia Noin and so on, but don't let their tough girl attitudes fool you. They're all quite short and cartoonishly pear-shaped, their flexing groins propelling them through the air like squid siphons under blubbery aerostatic butts. The Blimp Marines drift down on their female targets and corral them into dead ends, grabbing them in nets. From there, the captives are given a healthy dose of breast milk and futa dong, all of which turns them into new Blimp Marines. What are they after? How do they queef through the air like jellyfish?

...You're not Kaiser Shadow, are you?

>>693

lolwut

>>694
He's a guy on Writing.com who's always posting suggestions like this. Except he does it in interactive stories, for several chapters, so it's kind of annoying. Not that they're necessarily bad ideas.

>>696
Not him. I just had a burst of ideas, is all. Now I'm spent.

>>693
Who hath spoken mine name in vain?

>>696
Also, you try dealing with several different story-line ideas and crippling writer's block.

>>699

Oh I'm sorry it's so hard being you

>>700
Well, yeah, honestly it is, since I'm struggling with life at the moment, no job, little-to-no-cash, leaching the internet off of an unsuspecting family living next door using an old laptop that freezes half the time...

>>50

First off, is that Hachibei? If so, I love you forever.

Also, can I take your first story idea and make a slight alteration? I'm quite fond of catgirls as well as bunnygirls, and it seems like the basic outfits would be the same except the ears and tails (I don't even like tails...). Mind if I expand it to include various other animal-girl-type outfits here and there? I wouldn't go furry with it or anything, but the animal theme is cute.

>>652
>Gallons of milk that she simply can't contain spew forth at the worst of times, causing her to nurse herself for hours. This is leading to her increase in physical size. Columbia will eventually outgrow her neighborhood church!
>Columbia will eventually outgrow her neighborhood church!

This would be awesome. The neighborhood remains oblivious to it all as she jumps around for the big game...

Columbia closed her locker and began stripping down, the noise of a busy locker room filling her ears, the roar of the crowd dimly penetrating the cinder-block walls of the high-school gym.

On the bench before her she had laid out her cheerleading uniform: tight top, short skirt, both in the blue, gold, and white of the town high school. “Did anyone see what the score was?” Someone asked.

“Twenty-one to seventeen,” Columbia said, “but the Badgers are leading!”

The locker room erupted into a chorus of boos. The Badgers were inter-county rivals of the Lake Huston Eagles, and both sides took the bragging rights from the yearly football face-off seriously.

“Well, that just means that we’ll have to go out and inspire them, right girls?”

“Right!”

Columbia picked up her uniform’s top and eyed it critically. Had it shrunk a little bit in the wash? “Oh well,” she muttered, “too late to do anything about it now.” She pulled it on, yanking and tugging to fit the top over her obscenely bosomy form.

The skirt left precious little to the imagination with Columbia’s oversized rear, barely reaching down far enough to protect her lily-white panties from view.

>>741

Around her, lockers slammed shut and the girls of the Eagles cheerleading squad gathered around their captain for a pre-routine speech.

Columbia hopped onto the bench, which sagged beneath her weight. “Girls, you know the drill. Let’s make sure we fire up that crowd, so that they can cheer the boys on to victory! Mary, Stacy, make sure to keep the timing solid on the high-kicks, and Jennifer, we all know you can do the flip, we’ve all seen it in practice, so I know that you’ll do just fine out there.”

The girls nodded as Columbia called each of them out, highlighting the various bits of the routine they’d all done a hundred times in practice.

“Alright! Eagles on three! One-two-three--!”

“EAGLES!”

They trotted toward the exit, and Columbia high-fived every girl as they went past. As she smacked the final hand, she felt a familiar gurgling in her breasts. Chelsea, the last girl, caught the sudden look of discomfort on Columbia’s face.

“You alright?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll be fine.” Columbia smiled weakly and jogged toward the stadium.

>>742

There was only a minute until halftime as the girls queued up on the sideline. Columbia watched dreamily as Lance Johnson, the Eagles’ starting quarterback, orchestrated a perfect drive down the field.

The entire crowd was on their feet, cheering. “Go Lance!” Columbia shouted, jumping up and down.

The team was standing at the three yard line. Lance looked over to the sidelines quickly, and Columbia could swear that, for just a moment, their eyes met.

“Columbia! Columbia! Lance just winked at you!”

“Did he? Did he? Oh wow, did you see that?”

As the cheerleaders tittered in excitement, Lance snapped the ball, and drilled it past the Badgers defence for a touchdown as time expired.

The team streamed off the field to the roar of the crowd, and the cheerleaders trooped on.

The PA system squealed to life. “Ladies and gentlemen, may I present... your own Eagles cheerleaders!”

The routine began.

>>743

It was a relatively high-flying affair, with three different girls being hoisted up and then flipped backward throughout. Columbia stayed on the ground, generally, right out in front, both befitting her position as captain and a subconscious decision on the part of the choreographer to put the best assets the team had front and center.

But Columbia was also to become the literal topper of the routine: she was the crown of the human pyramid that the group was going to finish with.

She could feel her top beginning to strain, though. All the jumping and moving seemed to be reducing the amount of leeway she had to milk her breasts before they started “expressing” themselves. She snuck a peek at them, and nearly gasped: they appeared to have at least doubled in size, tears evident at the seams of the top.

“Oh, no.”

But at that exact moment, the rest of the girls swarmed her, preparing to build the finale’s pyramid. Hands grabbed at her bloating form and she was suddenly off the ground, lifted into formation, held aloft by four sets of straining arms.

They transferred her up to the next level, and suddenly she could see the entire bleachers: half the town was there, it looked like, and the football players had come back out of the locker room and were watching as well.

Columbia threw out her arms, as choreographed, and smiled her million-watt grin. And at that exact moment, as flashbulbs began going off, that her top failed and her breasts gave up the fight.

>>744

Twin waterfalls of milk gushed out of her suddenly-exposed nipples, spraying forward like firehoses and completely obscuring Columbia, as well as most of the rest of the cheerleading squad. It was just as well that her face was obscured; there was no disguising Columbia’s face, locked into an expression of extreme pleasure

The crowd ooh’ed and ahh’ed appreciatively, thinking the flood of white liquid to be just the climax of the show. Columbia wobbled as her breasts kept pumping out gallons upon gallons of milk, coating the girls beneath her and soaking the field.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the flow began to slow and the pyramid began to dismantle. Columbia pulled the tattered remains of her top back over her torso and breathed a sigh of relief as her foot touched the ground again.

“Ladies and gentlemen, let’s hear it one more time for the Eagles cheerleaders!”

The bleachers erupted into cheers as the girls jogged back toward the locker room, Columbia blushing furiously and trying not to look around.

“Wow, Columbia, that was an awesome trick!”

“Yeah! But where did you get the hose from?”

“They loved it, they loved it! And wow, that finale, I mean, wow!”

The girls stripped down quickly and made a beeline for the showers, still dripping milk from their naked bodies. Columbia followed everyone into the showers, not noticing that she had to duck to fit through the doorframe.

>>745

“Columbia!” It was Chelsea. “That was great!”

“It was?”

“Yeah, everyone loved it! Really dramatic, you know? Like fireworks, only we didn’t need permission or anything to do it.” She stepped under the same showerhead as Columbia, to make talking easier. “So, uh, how did you do it?”

“Oh, uh, I had a hose. It wound up automatically when I was done.”

“Awesome, Columbia, just awesome. Next time, though, give the rest of us a little warning about your brilliant plans, okay?” She slapped Columbia’s ass and moved to another showerhead to finish washing.

Columbia subtly squeezed her breasts, draining another few gallons of milk from them. She could tell they’d grown a bit, but the pressure had gone away. She bent over to wash out her hair, then pulled an extra-large towel around her body and went back to her locker.

“That’s funny. This sweater fit this afternoon.” It definitely didn’t anymore, instead only making it halfway down her arms and leaving her entire midriff exposed. Her jeans were no better, barely fitting over her ass and flowing down her legs like capris.

“Must have been a growth spurt.” She’d been seven feet tall that morning; now, Columbia towered a whopping nine-and-a-half feet off the ground.

She shrugged. She’d had her eye on some new mail-order pants as it was, so this was a perfect excuse to take mom’s credit card for a little exercise over the weekend.

>>746

The cheerleaders were grouped on the sidelines when Columbia rejoined them, too-small clothes and all. “What’s going on?”

“Look at the score!” The Eagles had come out of halftime swinging, building on the touchdown drive right before the half. In just four minutes, they’d scored two more touchdowns, and Lance was playing like a pro. He looked over to the sidelines, and this time there was no mistaking it: he shot Columbia a thumbs-up.

The cheerleaders convulsed as one, their crushes on the hunky star quarterback warring against their respect for Columbia. “Wow, just... wow!”

Columbia waved back, sheepishly. She’d never had a real relationship before, but now, watching Lance play, and having him acknowledge her like that...

“Go Eagles!”

>>747
Insta-boner. I like to imagine her during lunch period, glutting herself on her milk and ballooning out into a pear shape. Superb story all around.

>>679
>>747

It seems this is a really likeable character concept! I always imagined her as being shorter than five feet, just to contrast her huge curves. I remember most of the cheerleader I went to school with were quite tiny. Some of them did have huge butts, though :3.

>>749

Part of the character is that she's rapidly growing larger and larger, at least as envisioned in the initial description that the OP posted. I imagine she started out short and busty, but...

>>750
I know what you're saying. She balloons out quickly and towers over her old self. The girls I went to school with were like that. The second they stopped cheerleading though, and they grew out, rather than up...

By the way: http://judasforgiven.deviantart.com/

>>639
Noin is my favorite Gundam character. I could do my take on this. Instead of bionano, I could...

>>654
>Adiane
>HNNNG.jpg
I could put Noin and Adiane together. Adiane the spoiled aristocrat and retired soldier trying to one-up Noin.
>Hilarity ensues, along with possible (and unwitting) unbirthing by Adiane.
Hilarity ensues, indeed.

>>721
First off, let me just state that this was way back when I didn't use this screen name, just to clear up some confusion on this.
Also, I support your effort on working out that story Idea I posted back in October.

A third part to the saga of Columbia Chestnut has come into existence. You can read it here:

http://judasforgiven.deviantart.com/art/Columbia-Chestnut-and-Friends-202106695

If you're into guys, here's an idea:

A youthful diplomat develops a major problem. His crotch is growing, slowly but surely. His scrotum eventually balloons up with jizz, becoming a burden that everyone's completely oblivious to. His cock seems to be competing with his sack in the size department, resulting in all sorts of hijinks - pole-vaulting and fending off a drunken thug with it, for example.

He has trouble controlling his endowment, especially around the rotund Indian girl he communicates with regularly. To make things worse, he appears to have an airheaded rival in the genital department, a dusky beauty from the Pacific...

Hey, it's the guy writing the Columbia pieces. I've decided to start working on commissioned short stories. Details:
http://judasforgiven.deviantart.com/journal/39510476/

>>880
Okay, this gets the award for most cringe-inducing, yet most physics questioning story idea that I have ever heard.

>>882

Everything on this board defies the laws of physics.

>>883
Yes, but that one was more so than others.

Oh, by the way: more Columbia.

http://judasforgiven.deviantart.com/art/Breakfast-With-The-Friends-203489149

~ Last Human on Earth
Petroleum runs out, genetically modified crops are under atack and economies collapse. In the middle of all of this is an up-and-coming botanist that takes a lone trip to an island to study its sunflowers. Humanity offs itself somehow during her trip and she discovers something else: she can reproduce without a man via parthenogenesis. Granted, her offspring are all clones of her, but it's still a neat trick. But is it a trick she can shut off before she grows too big to move? Will her daughters let stop?

~ Princess Blimpa
Blimpa's spoiled rotten. All she does is eat, eat, eat. And maybe flood the town with her milk for a giggle. Pale and pear-shaped, she's a vicious foe that drowns whole invading armies in her milk. But there's tales of a prince, a prince whose lands have a *lot* of food...

>>888
I want to see the second one made into a story.
But then again, I have a soft spot for pale pear-shaped spoiled girls.

>>889
I keep imagining her as a hothead in some ivory tower - made from the tusks of elephants she keeps hunting and eating. No one dares attack her country, lest her milk sweep them away. Her own military is nonexistent, such is her might. Woe betide that poor prince and his food-filled lands...

I recently got an interesting idea for a story that involves three of my favorite fetishes: Bondage, force-feeding, and Sailor Scouts.

After confiding in Mina about her repressed desires, Raye finds that she came out to the wrong person as Mina indulges her desires to be tied up, only to have Mina's secret fetish for plumper bodies.

~Autumn in Blubberland
Autumn's a pale and lanky girl with auburn hair that reaches to her knees. The local guidettes and "radical feminists" take issue with Autumn's quiet nature. As a result, she's fond of traveling through the primeval forest on the opposite side of town; the only way through it is to crawl through fallen logs and tunnels formed by the understory. But one day she discovers an old orchard, full of massive fruit. She eats and eats and eats until she's literally fit to burst. The best she can do is wobble along on her belly like a caterpillar. With her new girth, she can get revenge on those who don't like her...

>>936

Not as good as your other idea.

>>939
I know. I was watching a trailer for American Mcgee's second Alice game.

Here's one I might write at some point:

~The Library Legend
The university has its share of urban legends: the botany lab's escaped sunflower-men, the crazed plunger-wielding stalker and many others. But the most prolific one is about the Library Ghost. Apparently some kind of spirit took up residence in the university library and swells up around people who stay there after sunset, scaring them away with its immensity. Turns out it's actually a female student of immense size. All she wants is some company!

Everything else is up to the writer.

Has anyone tried writing something involving twins? Or triplets? Imagine them fighting over food or a potential boyfriend...

>>1015
That story idea has potential, why not try and expand upon it and someone might pick it up.

>>1018
Okay...

Something like Species, actually. An anthropologist finds a group of girls on an island, knowing that no one has ever lived on the island before. She decides to investigate, only to find that the girls are all related and doing quite well. The anthropologist discovers the origin of the girls - identical twin sisters. She also discovers that the twins are futa - the "hard" way ;).

>>1019
And you've lost my interest.


I don't go for futa, now asexual reproduction, or auto-clones(as in, being able to give birth to genetic duplicates in a natural manner), that would make more sense.

>>1019
How about this for an idea: twin sisters that have just started college. They're putting on the freshman fifteen-hundred without realizing it. Both girls also have their eyes on the local hot guy (who's unaware of just how wanted he really is) and are practically stalking him, their huge pear shapes causing them to get stuck in doorways and stuff. It could culminate in them rolling down the stairs after him, a la Indiana Jones boulder-cliche.

>>1105

>Columbia Chestnut
>Liberty Pobeben
Why not make Columbia and Liberty into the Chestnut twins? Both cheerleaders, they inevitably feed each other into greatness...

Another chapter about Columbia Chestnut. A pretty porn-y chapter of the Columbia Chestnut saga, including oblivious teasing, accidental mutual masturbation, and one very horny 12-foot-tall girl. I guess that's you get, when the previous chapter was just two fat girls talking in a McDonalds.
http://judasforgiven.deviantart.com/art/Columbia-Comes-To-Terms-211886415

>>686
>~Alexandria Echidna
Five and a half feet tall, Alexandria is an exotic beauty: copper skin, auburn hair and luminous green eyes matched to a rectangular face. But her body shape is a cartoonish parody of a venus figurine, her bubble butt conistsing of three-foot globes matched to a domed belly. Her ass is so large that it's taken up the role of transportation in place of her legs. She's usually seen holding her immense boobs, trying to contain her milk as she jiggles around on top of her butt. Alex loves cute girls and she loves having cute servants. So much so, in fact, that she actively seeks cute girls out and sprays them with her breasts, her geysers of milk sticking them to the wall and knocking them unconscious. After that, the captives are stripped nude and slurped up into Alex's womb, where they grow into hourglass-shaped beauties capable of spraying milk like their new master. They go out and find more girls for Alex, as the penis she bears in place of a clitoris grows and grows...

Might try this one, but definitely dropping the penis.

>>1143
>Penis

Tee hee hee, you typed "penis".
Seriously, the idea of a Greek-type unbirthing cult is hot. Especially if the cult leader bites off more than she can chew, so to speak.

>>1143
I failed.