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[~OPEN~] Hello my cute pudgy friends and pudge admirers! Back in the day I used to be one of those weebs who'd write fanfiction constantly (with varying levels of eroticism lol), but as I've aged, the craft of writing has fallen a bit to the wayside in my life. It's been years since I have written more than the occasional blurb, and I would like to change that! Honing my skills comes best from practice, and practice is best achieved by variety: that's where you guys come in! I would like to take as many requests as possible, writing one short story (≤ 5,000 words) every one to three days until I either feel like my writing has improved, or until I want to die from the backlog. As long as those brackets say 'open' at the top, I'll be working through the requests posted! Anything written from this experiment will be posted for your viewing pleasure, completely free to access, here on Curvage. (Though I may possibly narrate some of the better sfw ones I craft on Tiktok or YouTube as well!) Your username will be credited with the plot when it is posted, unless requested otherwise. I do retain any creative copyright to my work and I do ask that my writing not be re-posted without my permission; DM for any concerns or issues! TL;DR: Taking Requests Until I Cry Rules: 1. Pick a genre! Examples include (but are not limited to): Action Comedy Drama Fantasy Horror Mystery Romance 2. Give me a plot! (Vague is generally better, but it's up to you!): (i.e.) A woman finds a self-replicating chocolate bar and wields its power for evil. 3. WAIT. Each request will take 1 to 3 days for me to process, and I will be going in chronological order. Request A will be 1 - 3 days. Request B will be 2 - 6 days. Request C will be 3 - 9 days. So on an so forth! --- Happy Requesting! And ty for the writing exercises lol 😄 --- STATS No. of Requests in the Thread: TBA Completed Requests: TBA

INT. MIKE'S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT Mike and Dave sit on the couch, drinking beer and watching football. MIKE: (cheering) Did you see that touchdown, Dave? Amazing! DAVE: Hell yeah! What a play. They high five and take big swigs of beer. MIKE: Man, it's crazy how much life changes. Remember when we only fantasized about skinny supermodels? DAVE: (laughing) Oh yeah, those were the horny teenage days. But things are different now. MIKE: Yeah, that's for sure. I never thought I'd be so attracted to Linda now that she's gained so much weight. DAVE: No way, you too? I find Karen way sexier now that she's fat! MIKE: I know, I never thought I'd be into it either. But seeing Linda lounging around the house with her big belly and swollen breasts...it really turns me on. DAVE: Same with me and Karen's huge ass and thunder thighs. I just want to feed her more food to make it bigger. MIKE: I'm with you there. I've been cooking all of Linda's favorite fattening meals and desserts. And the better she eats, the more I want her. DAVE: Dude, we're like, feeders now. Who knew our wives getting fat would awaken something in us? MIKE: I know, right? To think we used to drool over skinny models. Now we only have eyes for our pleasantly plump wives. DAVE: Cheers to that, you chubby chaser! They laugh and clink their beer bottles together. MIKE: Here's to appreciating the chunkier ladies in our lives. Real men love curves! They drink again, bonding over their newly discovered attraction to larger women. FADE OUT. Note: This story was AI-generated as I was experimenting a bit. Please feel free to edit or rewrite it if you wish and What are your thoughts on the concept?

A Witch’s Meal Tristan had been a chubby girl all her life, but lately she began to fill out more than ever. She was only 5'3 and rounded out at 300 pounds – quite an achievement for her age of 24. She was happy with her figure, but one day her size proved to be a problem. It was a typical day out; Tristan was walking along the street, on her way to get a coffee, when she accidentally bumped into an old woman. The woman's coffee spilled all over her clothes, and was obviously quite angry about it. Tristan apologized profusely, but it didn't seem to do anything to ease her temper. The old woman stepped closer to Tristan, a menacing glint in her eye, and warned her that she'd pay for her actions if she wasn't careful. Before Tristan knew it, she'd been placed in a trance – an enchantment – and was being led by the old woman deep into the forest, towards her cabin. Once they arrived, Tristan was ordered to take a seat at the table. She looked at the woman more closely, and noticed that she had strawberry-blonde hair, an hourglass figure, and was most likely in her mid-thirties. An eerie feeling prickled down her spine; she had most definitely just upsetted a witch. Then, the witch began to talk down to her about her size; she asserted that she was too fat, and ridiculed her about her weight gain. Aghast, Tristan felt a pang of humiliation tear through her body. But, strangely, this humiliation only seemed to incite the witch further. The witch then went into another room and returned with a traditional kitchen apron on, and a feast fit to feed a village on her hands. She commanded Tristan to eat. Too scared to refuse – even though her stomach was grumbling – she began to dig in. No matter how much she ate, it was never enough. Slowly, her stomach bloated, and began to fill in. She burped and farted ferociously, and was appalled when the witch seemed to enjoy it. Despite the fact that she was ready to burst, she kept eating, eventually reaching a total of 500 pounds. The witch then opened the fridge and unearthed some desserts; two cakes, two dozen donuts, and a five-gallon milkshake…all for her. Tristan was starting to regain her consciousness, and she audibly pleaded with the witch to stop. But, it was no use. The witch shoved the food down her throat, forcing her to eat even more. She grew to 800 pounds, and her desperation grew as she feared the worse. Sure enough, that's when the witch grabbed a ten gallon vat of melted butter and slowly forced it down her mouth. Her body gurgled and creaked from the pressure, and she finally cried out for mercy – but it was in vain. Tristan laid in the oven, with an apple in her mouth, and watched in fear as the witch salivated as she roasted in the oven. She gorged and lapped away at her body, taking in the delicious fat and savoring the flavor of Tristan's flesh.When she was finished, Wanda was plump and gaseous. She rubbed her belly with satisfaction and pondered who her next victim would be. Tristan's body was never found, and to this day, her disappearance remains a mystery

https://www.deviantart.com/jackalentente/art/Florida-Woman-818347995 Although pregnancy is the central fetish, there is a great deal of stuffing in this story. This is a collaboration between myself and the render artist Broadwell. Read the description for more details. Enjoy, perverts.