My fattening story

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After the novella that was my last story, The Pen, I wanted to work on something more immediate, more erotic, and much shorter.

My fattening story

So I went back to my list of story ideas and uncovered this one, based off some photos from johnnylovestoeat on Tumblr and Grommr. Synopsis: Sing is having tech troubles with one of his computers at work. As he examines the computer, Jimmy complains of the heat radiating off of it and lifts up his shirt to get closer. He leaves after concluding he needs to get a new part, leaving Sing astounded at the sight he got to see.

But little does he know, his morning is about to get even more fat-tastic. I started this story back in February of this year, yes, about five months ago.

My fattening story

Since then, my work on it has been stymied by pandemic stress, and the fact that I never managed to get in the habit of writing regularly while I was working from home. I knew this story would be a challenge to finish, given that I knew it was going to be a long one.

My fattening story

But I chose to focus on it, because at the time, it was what I really wanted to write. So what got me to finally finish this story? In June, my company gave us the choice to go back to working in the office, rather than working from home.

My fattening story

I took that option, and once I got back into my old routine, my writing followed suit. I wrote over 6, words in about two weeks, and managed to finish this story. Proofreading and editing took a while longer, not helped by the lengthy writing period of the first draft but here we finally are. Any comments spoiling it for other readers will be deleted. Synopsis: Ted is an unhappy office worker slaving away to try to lose the ten pounds his doctor says he should, when he meets a nutritionist, and feeder, named Bam. After Bam convinces Ted to embrace his gluttonous nature, the two find themselves attracting other men who yearn to revel in gluttony.

After the group grows to quite a few members, they form My fattening story Pen, a club where men can get together to enjoy gorging among like-minded folks. This is a real simple story that I started writing on Christmas Day in Then I suffered from the same loss of motivation to write that plagued me that year.

For now, this story is finally done, continuing my long-standing tradition of posting holiday-themed stories after the holiday that inspired them has passed. This story was inspired by this drawing by Lokitu. A friend sent me that drawing and suggested I could play the part of aggressive the Santa being fed in that story.

My fattening story

But my brain immediately went somewhere else: what if, instead of Santa being fed, Santa was the one doing the feeding? A friend of mine had just brought up one of my oldest stories, The Cookies For Santawhich gave me the idea to flip that title for this story. One last thing: the idea of Santa being black, and the white Santa we often see being his husband, came from Daniel Kibblesmith on Twitterand I love it so much that I used it in this story.

His husband being gender-nonconforming was my idea. Flipping through it, I found a photo of a hefty man drawing cream filling out of a vat, and pouring it into something that looked like a wide metal drinking mug.

And being me, I imagined him drinking the filling straight from that mug. Synopsis: Cory works as a quality assurance tech in a factory that makes candies, pastries, and other sweet treats. He soon learns why sampling the cream filling in its pre-expanded form is strictly forbidden. But life is funny, and often finds ways of making me eat my words. And then inspiration struck, in the form of this wonderful piece of art by BiggerIsBest7. From there, however, it took me a very long time to figure out a plot I liked and wanted to write. That plot came with the help of my friend Ali, whom you can find on Instagram as chubmera.

Once I had that plot, I started writing, and blew past the 2, word roadblock where I seemed to always get stuck before. For some reason, I expected this story to be only about 7, words long. It ended up being twice that long. But here we are, my first finished story since May. It feels so good to be posting for you folks again.

Coming up with this idea was a three-person job, after all. It remains to be seen whether I can keep this momentum going into other ideas. More worlds I want to take you through. More characters I want you to meet. More I want to create. As for the name of this story, you can thank Ali for that too. Since I gave the characters in this story Viking names, when I had trouble My fattening story up with a name for the story, he suggested I do something similar. Now, I loved this idea. So I did some research, and found that Icelandic is the most similar modern language to Old Norse.

Thankfully, both were still on board. You can find them on DeviantArt at thesirgalahad and justgiveme1username. Head on over and give them some thanks for helping to make my stories better. After going to My fattening story tavern to nurse his sorrows, he meets a stranger named Trygve who tries to cheer him up with a drinking contest. But the greatest surprises are yet to come.

Howdy, folks. But I know the odds of that are pretty slim right now. Getting laid off last year has truly, truly proven to be a blessing in disguise.

My fattening story

Things could definitely be worse. They could also be a hell of a lot better. All of that has made it very hard for me to write. Why should I add more? Why should I wallow in pessimism when writing has always been an escape for me? So I try focusing on happier story ideas, when they come. But then something happens in the world, some news item whips by that immediately drains out my motivation to do… well, anything, really.

My fattening story

In the face of such insurmountable problems, my stories feel so puny, so inificant. Why bother trying to write when the world is just going to shit? But that tapers away, and by the end, writing it feels like a chore. So much more unassailable. And then I feel like a failure for leaving another story unfinished. But for me, giving up on a story feels so much worse than not having written it in the first place. But for me, rejection feels so much worse than never having tried at all. And failure is much the same. I wish I had a happier note to end this post on. Like my two stories, this one was inspired by a conversation with BiggerIsBest7.

Unlike those two stories, it was not based on a piece of his artwork. It started with him suggesting an idea for a story involving someone waking up much fatter than they were the day before. As we brainstormed ideas for that story, we laid the groundwork for what would eventually become this story. Ironically, I ended up not making the story about someone waking up fatter. I still loved my own title idea, though, so I appended it to his title, Dr. Strangelove style. He s a gym to try to lose the weight, but after one day, feels ready to quit. But neither Darnel nor Sunny expect the future that that fatter Darnel is living.

Then I remembered a conversation I had with Biggerisbest7where he wished he was more confident in his writing, so he could write little stories to accompany his artwork. Especially when that someone else is a gainer artist whose work My fattening story really love. I brought the idea up with him, and we My fattening story some ideas that turned into this story. This story is inspired by this drawing that BiggerIsBest7 did. It was one of the three he brought up when I proposed this idea.

After finishing that first story, I had the confidence to try my hand at this one. Though normally gluttonous and braggadocios about his size, Bubba promises to reign it in and be on his best behavior. But once dinner starts, both Cam and Bubba struggle to keep it together in front of his parents. Biggerisbest7 brought up how someone had suggested that those two drawings could be snapshots from the same night in the life of his character Bubba. This story is my imagining of what that night might be like, as Bubba, giant of a man with an even more gigantic gut, enjoys a night in with several delivery dinners.

My fattening story

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