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I'm gonna be cheeky and suggest my own stories: http://nikocente.deviantart.com/art/Starglazing-The-Gameshow-348998492 and http://nikocente.deviantart.com/art/Starglazing-The-Intern-477570693 😀

Starglazing: The Intern Panting, Tanya half ran through the maze of corridors. Her first day at the TV studios and she was late! It was probably all that time she’d spent in front of the mirror. Typically vain, she’d spent hours on her hair and makeup before squeezing herself into the tightest pencil skirt she owned and black silk blouse. At only just 100lbs, she loved to show off how slim she was by buying the smallest sized clothes she could get away with. And they emphasised her small but pert breasts and tight buttocks, which helped get her what she wanted out of men most of the time. Time to put it to the test, she thought as she caught sight of a geeky-looking young guy wheeling several heavy-looking black cases down the corridor. His eyes widened as she approached, running her hands through her curly red hair. "Can you help me?" she asked breathily, "I'm the new intern - I'm supposed to meet Matt Cooper. Do you know where his office is?" She leaned in towards him, pushing her breasts against the smooth fabric of her blouse, the two top buttons undone to show off a tidy cleavage. The guy swallowed visibly then looked up and down the corridor, scratching his head, "Umm... I'm not sure… He… I… Ah -" "Ugh,” she huffed, impatient, “never mind - I’ll find it myself." She turned on a stiletto heel and stalked off in a random direction. "I'm probably going to get fired," she thought, "and on my first day!" -- After what seemed like an age, while pausing to catch her breath, Tanya looked at the nearest door and did a double take. The sign read: Matt Cooper, Producer. It was a little dusty though, and as she knocked a little cloud of dust rose, making her cough. There was no answer, so she opened the door and peered inside. The office was furnished, but looked largely unused, the shades drawn and the desk empty. Confused, Tanya turned to take another look at the sign but noticed something out of the corner of her eye. There was a white cardboard box on a chair to the side of the small room, its lid slightly parted. As she looked, the enticing smell of chocolate reached her dainty nose. On-cue, her stomach growled. Damn it! Her missed breakfast was coming back to haunt her. Lifting the lid, a single, glistening, chocolate-glazed doughnut sat fat and tempting in the centre of the box. Tanya’s mouth began to water. -- In his new office half the building away, Matt gave up waiting and got up to see where his intern had got to. Walking down the corridor, he bumped into the resident dork, Ben. “Uh, hey Matt. There was this girl looking for you.” “Ah, so she did make it!” said Matt, “where did she go?” “She was, uh, headed toward the studio.” “Toward the studio?” He walked the route in his mind, past the store rooms and editing suites, his old office… His old office! That was where he’d left the last, unused doughnut from the Biggest Loser gameshow! Matt set off at a run. -- The indecision was agony. She’d never have kept her tight figure if she gave in to every temptation that came her way. But it looked so delicious… and she had missed breakfast... Sweet. Heavy. Soft. As the doughnut passed Tanya’s lips, she gave a groan of pleasure. “Oh, this is sooo good...” she said with her mouth full, catching stray crumbs with her free hand. Before she knew it, she’d swallowed the last morsel and stood, licking her fingers. Sighing, she rested a hand on her stomach. The silk felt tight against her skin, the buttons creating tiny pleats in the fabric. The guilt was setting in already. “That probably wasn’t such a good idea…” I’ll say, thought Matt, peering through the gap in the door, mind reeling at what he’d just seen. -- When he’d first heard of the StarGlazing™ formula, a serum which altered the subject’s body weight near-instantaneously, the possibilities had seemed endless. He’d pitched the idea to the studio’s board of directors of a Biggest Loser special where overweight women would compete to win a doughnut covered in formula which would shrink them to the “ideal” 120lbs. The competition however, meant risking eating doughnuts glazed with various strengths of weight-gain serum. The folks at StarGlazing Inc. had been very obliging, producing serums that would add 5, 10, 20 50 or 100% of the competitor’s original weight. As a fat admirer and - let’s face it - a bit of a sadist, it had been a dream come true for him, watching those desperate women shoveling formula-covered doughnuts into their mouths and blowing up to massive proportions in front of his eyes. But Matt had dreamed of more. He’d had another doughnut made, just one, which would add 500% weight to whoever ate it. And he’d just seen it disappear past the lips of this skinny intern. -- As Tanya straightened up to leave, she suddenly felt a rush of warmth through her body. Feeling the flush in her cheeks, she loosened a button of her blouse to cool down. But the warmth continued to rise, especially in between her thighs, causing her to squirm slightly, trying to press those thighs together to quell a rising arousal. Her hand, still resting on her stomach, began to move. Looking down, she gasped. Her formerly flat stomach was pushing forward against the silky material. That wasn’t right. She’d been bloated before, after eating too much pizza with her girlfriends one time, but this was different. “What the fuck is going on?” she gasped, leaning to brace herself against the dusty desk. Her belly continued to swell, pushing her breasts slightly upward - or were they also growing? Her flesh appeared to be slowly squeezing itself out from the confines of her bra. The waves of arousal intensified and she felt herself wet between the legs. Touching her expanding breasts to see how much they had grown only made things worse. As the flesh inched past the cups of her bra, her nipples popped loose into the cold air. Tanya squeaked and tried to cover herself with her hands which only made her shudder as tingles shot through her body. Feeling a pressure on her hips, she looked down and noticed that they were rounding out too, which, along with her thickening thighs were pushing the material of her already-tight skirt upwards causing ruckles to form at the seams. Now thoroughly panicked, Tanya felt a desperate desire to run away - to get help, hide herself, anything - but as she opened the door she ran straight into Matt who was by now grinning broadly. “My, my. None of the other interns got into trouble quite so quickly,” he looked down at the girl’s clothing barely holding itself together, “or so dramatically.” “I.. ah…” Tanya’s protestations faltered as her eyes fluttered and her constricted legs folded beneath her. She collapsed into a chair , the force causing the seam of her abused skirt to rip from hem to waist. She let out a groan “Don’t… don’t look at me.” “Oh, you’re going to get a lot bigger than that,” Matt said with a chuckle. Tanya’s eyes snapped open, “Wh-what?” she said. “I saw you eat that chocolate doughnut. That delicious frosting contained a large dose of StarGlazing™ formula, designed to do nothing more than add pound after pound of weight to whoever eats it.” His glee was evident, but Tanya could now only focus on the growing pain around her chest as her bra dug in deep, creaking ominously. The clasp made a loud snapping noise as it finally broke, allowing her swelling belly to press further against the strained buttons holding the silk of her shirt closed. “Why did you let me eat it?” she half-whispered, one hand still trying to cover her fattened breasts and the other scrabbling ineffectually at the buttons now indented in her skin as her stomach pressed through the diamond-shaped gaps between. Digging her fingers in, she finally ripped the top button off, which was followed by a battery of button-popping as the rest gave up the fight. “I always dreamed of watching a skinny girl like you blow up like a balloon.” Matt stepped forwards, tentatively placing one hand on her now pregnant-looking belly. He expected her to flinch, but she closed her eyes and moaned. He could feel that belly pressing against his hand and he tried to work out how big she would get. “Maybe 600lbs?” he murmured to himself. “Six h-!” she stopped with a gasp as her growth appeared to accelerate, the waist-band of her skirt shredding in slow-motion and her tits surging forward across the creamy flesh of her stomach. She looked like a fat woman pregnant with quadruplets. Matt marvelled at the fact that none of it sagged. The incredible formula meant that the flesh stayed taught and round no matter how big the subject got. Tanya was tilted back in the chair now, breathing heavily, her belly rising in front of her face and her parted thighs revealing a swollen pussy. Her panties must have shredded along with the skirt, or had she even been wearing any? Matt heard her make a sound and he moved closer to her now-chubby face. “What was that?” he asked. “Fuck me,” she whispered, “please, it feels so good and… oh, please.” He now noticed her hands scrabbling to reach around her enormous belly to her crotch which was now running wet. He didn’t need to be told a third time, and in an instant he was pressed into her plumpening front, thrusting inside a pussy which seemed to get even tighter as the pounds accumulated. As they rocked, her belly pressed against him, her thighs inflated around him and the hip flesh he clutched as he thrust swelled. She finally stopped growing as they both came, her crashing orgasm sending tight ripples out over her stretched skin, stopping at just over 600lbs, but obscenely round. As they gasped and began to calm down, Matt looked around him at the door, then his 3ft wide conquest. Pulling a phone from the pocket of his discarded jeans, he quickly dialled and spoke into his cupped hand, “Hi, yes, I’d like to place another order…”

Sequel is coming when I've got time to tidy it up. Glad people are liking it though!

Wrote this a while ago - it's been posted on Deviantart before, but I thought I'd post it here and see what you guys thought. Starglazing: The Gameshow “Good evening aaand welcome to Biggest Loser: Extreme!” the voice-over announced. The sound of the studio audience applause was punctuated by whistles and shouts. “Please welcome your host for tonight: the lovely Laura Brentwood!” The curvy presenter strode on-set, a perfect TV smile on her face. At 5’ 8” and around 160lbs, she had been criticised by the media for continuing to host the Biggest Loser TV series after gaining a little weight. She struck a pose, putting hands on hips and accentuating her lusher figure beneath the slightly stretchy fabric of her light-coloured dress as she greeted the crowd. “Hello and welcome to Biggest Loser: Extreme, the show where we give 5 lucky ladies the chance to win the ultimate in weight-loss treatment.” She paused, giving the camera chance to focus on the line of overweight women hovering self-consciously on the other side of the studio. “So without any further ado, let’s meet our contestants!” The lights dimmed and video clips introducing the women and their battles with weight loss played on big screens throughout the studio. All of the pudgy participants were over 210lbs, but otherwise varied widely. Of all different body shapes and sizes, they were dressed in a uniform of stretchy swimsuits which clung to every curve and bulge. One of the women was conspicuous by how relatively slim she was - only just above the valid entry weight, her outfit actually seeming a little loose in places. This was Claire, a girl who had been obsessed with her weight since high-school. Her boyish, chubby figure had been a source of anguish for Claire throughout her teens and twenties so when she saw the advert for the next Biggest Loser show, she leaped at the chance and applied immediately. Now in the unforgiving glare of the studio lights, she wondered whether she’d made a mistake. As she cringed as seeing her chubby face on the big screens she remembered her earlier meeting with the show’s producers. -- “Now let’s take those glasses off. You don’t need them, do you?” A photographer was turning her this way and that, taking shots for her application for the show. “I guess not,” she said, putting them away to the side. She could see without them, just not very well. “Claire Hately?” Someone called to her right, “We’re ready for you now.” Extracting herself from the attentions of the photographer, she followed a young woman through a door into a small room with who she assumed were the producers. The interview was brief and the producers seemed reluctant to answer any of Claire’s questions about the show. She was convinced her application would be rejected when one of the producers said “Well, the good news is we’d love for you to take part in the next Biggest Loser competition.” He pushed a contract across the table towards her. She squinted at the document, trying to make sure she didn’t miss anything. She wished she hadn’t left her glasses in the other room, some of the small print was really very small. Someone cleared their throat and she looked up. With them all looking expectantly at her, Claire ignored her misgivings and signed the paperwork. -- The last clip ended and the lights rose again in the studio. “Now, let me explain how this works,” the presenter continued. “Behind this curtain are 50 silver platters...” The curtain rose displaying rows of the covered dishes set on small stands arranged about the stage. Two platters were placed in front of Laura herself along with a tall glass of milk. She lifted one of the silver covers to reveal the contents to the audience. “A delicious StarGlazing™ Doughnut lies on each and every one,” she explained, gesturing to the seemingly innocuous glazed ring doughnut in front of her. “StarGlazing™ is a radical new compound designed to rapidly modify a person’s weight. Under just one of these silver covers lies a doughnut which, when eaten, will shrink the lucky contestant to a slim and beautiful 120lbs.” As an incredulous mutter rose from the crowd, a thrill of anticipation ran through Claire. Magic weight-loss formula? This was what she was here for. “The other platters however, contain doughnuts that will rapidly ADD weight...” she continued with a broad grid. This elicited even more excited chatter from the audience. “Each coloured glazing represents a different strength of compound,” the presenter explained. “Green is the weakest, increasing the person’s body-weight by 5%, then blue at 10%, yellow at 20%, orange at 50% and finally red at 100% weight increase...” The buzz in the studio was now deafening. These women were going to have to risk gaining weight before they could lose it! But Laura hadn’t finished: “The winning colour is plain white, which will shrink the lucky girl who eats it to 120lbs in mere seconds! Allow me to demonstrate!” The second silver lid was lifted, revealing a bright orange-glazed doughnut which she promptly reached for and, in three large bites, gulped down. Claire looked on in horror. Surely she’d picked the wrong one: the orange doughnuts were supposed to represent a 50% weight increase! True to the presenter’s word, as the contestants and audience watched on, the effects began to show. The light, stretchy dress the presenter was wearing began to ripple and shift, then to tighten as her belly began to rise slowly within it like dough. The deep v-neck was widening, her expanding breasts starting to fill - then push over - the edges. Laura Brentwood was growing before their eyes! The audience could now clearly see the hostess’s bra cutting deeply into the mounds of flesh now swelling out in front of her. They were also aware of her flushed look of arousal as her now pregnant looking belly and widening hips gradually lifted the hem of her dress above her knees. As soon as it had begun, the miraculous growth ended, leaving the 80lbs heavier, bloated presenter gasping and cradling her swollen figure. As the shocked silence lapsed into a roar of amazement, she regained her senses and quickly grabbed and gulped down the white-glazed doughnut on the other platter. Now, the change seemed a reversal of time. Her inflated breasts began to shrink, her rounded stomach deflating until the over-stretched dress hung loose again. A now svelte and smug-looking Laura smiled winningly at the audience and gave a bow to rapturous applause. -- “Now,” she called, ever-so-slightly breathlessly, over the din, “there are 15 green, 15 blue, 10 yellow, 6 orange, 3 red doughnuts, but only one white! Contestants will each pick a platter and lift the lid. Once the lid is lifted, she MUST eat the contents, but otherwise contestants may drop out at any time. The game will end when one of you finds the white doughnut! Good luck and... BEGIN!” The contestants had been lined up at the side of the stage, but now, after a moment’s confusion, the women either side of Claire rushed toward the rows of silver platters. She followed tentatively - she was still trying to process what she’d just seen. Sure, she was desperate to lose weight, but to risk gaining weight (and not just a little!) to do it? As she agonized, she was surprised to find her hand on the lid of one of the silver platters, lifting it sub-consciously. Fighting down a rising panic, she looked at the contents. The doughnut beneath was a green - the weakest. She let out a breath, surely this wouldn’t be too bad. As she ate, she discovered that the soft dough was delicious, with light, peppermint flavoured glazing. As she chewed, she quickly did the maths: 5% of her starting weight of 210lbs was 10.5lbs. The moment she calculated it, she felt the effects. Her swimsuit was feeling a bit more snug and when she bent to look at her stomach, she could see it pushing forward slightly. To her surprise, this weight-gain was accompanied by a warmth which spread downward toward her crotch, causing her to catch her breath and her heart to race. She lifted her incredulous gaze to watch her fellow contestants tucking in around her. The one who stood out was Rosie, a pear-shaped red-head with a fiercely competitive streak. She was racing from one platter to the next, barely pausing to swallow the contents, and the effects were showing. She had practically inhaled 2 yellows and an orange, and just over 260lbs were being packed on to her already chunky frame. Rosie’s swimsuit, already a little tight around her hips and buttocks was starting to dig in viciously, deep lines forming as her cheeks slowly inflated. Soft, creamy fat swelled and flowed out over her thickening thighs and her formerly flat chest now filled and overflowed the inadequate costume. As she ballooned, her lower belly rose and rounded out, the tight skin giving it a spherical, pregnant look. It hovered, quivering in front of her as she dove after the next doughnut, even as she continued to grow from the last. “She’s going to find it.” As the words left Claires lips, she looked about her frantically, meeting the eyes of the contestant nearest to her, Lucy. Claire remembered envying the blonde’s lush, hourglass figure before the show, wondering why she felt the need to change. Now, a flush in her slightly puffed-up face, she seemed to share Claire’s resolution to push forward and be the one to find the elusive white doughnut. After a dose of the incredible StarGlazing™, her hips seemed almost unchanged but her breasts were visibly swelling beneath the stretchy material she wore. They both dashed to pick their next platters with a shared fear that they may not win, but retain this ill-gotten weight forever. Trying not to think about it, Claire gulped down a lemon-flavoured yellow, then a blueberry blue in quick succession. The heat she’d felt previously surged back and she felt herself becoming wet. Breathing heavily, she placed her hands on her belly as it pushed further forward, the fat jiggling as it pressed against her hands and filled the swimsuit. At this point, the costume was getting very tight, the material starting to go thin and shiny over her rounding stomach. As she watched, she was perversely gratified to see her view of her belly being obscured by her fattening breasts. As they surged out in front, she smiled. She’d never really had proper breasts before and these specimens were truly huge now, swelling out tight and round. She noticed that the fat accumulated by her and the other contestants didn’t sag, but their rapidly increasing proportions remained pert. And bouncy too, she saw as another plumped up contestant jiggled her way across the stage, seemingly unaware of her huge belly bouncing up and down in front of her. Rosie was still ploughing ahead and the skin on her enormous thighs was slightly shiny with sweat, like the strained material around her impressive midriff. Her arms were now very fat and deeply dimpled at the elbow, bending to lift more super-fattening treats to her plump lips. As Claire watched, a seam at the side of Rosie’s swimsuit split lazily open, creamy flesh bulging out, straining to escape. Claire’s morbid fascination was distracted by a surprised squeak from a woman who’d just eaten a red doughnut. Lily had already added considerable weight to her top-heavy frame and now was swaying under the increasing weight of her breasts. These were now the size of beach-balls, their softness squidging out either side of the straps on her swimsuit and starting to grow again. As they swelled and pressed against the abused garment, the straps began to groan and finally snapped. With this release her bosom surged forward over the top, revealing darkened and shiny nipples to the audience. She moaned with obvious pleasure, twisting her legs together, then tried to reach forward to cover her modesty. But by now her beanbag-sized mammaries were too large for her still-slim arms to encircle and she toppled forward to excited shouting from the audience. Claire was by now beginning to panic, desperate to find the white doughnut and end this nightmare. She rashly decided to pick two platters at once to increase her chances and lumbered forward to grab the handles of the nearest two she could find. Just as her hands closed on the handles and lifted the lids a fraction, the studio lights flared and triumphant music struck up. With a feeling of dread, she cast around to find the source of the commotion and focussed on Rosie just lifting up the prized white-glazed doughnut, an ecstatic look on her face. Claire had only recognised her by her red hair. Otherwise she was near unrecognisable. Now over 800lb and several feet wide, she was a half naked blimp, her shredded swimsuit only just clinging to her massive thighs. Her fat orbs of breast tissue quivered between her arms in anticipation as she lifted the prize to her lips. The transformation was swift, the grossly fattened woman started to shrink and was soon stepping out of her ruined costume - to hoots from the audience - to stand smug and triumphant next to the similarly slim presenter. Claire now noticed the board to one side of the stage which had been tracking all their weights. As she watched, Rosie’s weight flashed and the numbers spun, landing on 120lbs. Hers she noticed with horror was 291.06. She was numb. She couldn’t believe what had happened. In a desperate attempt to lose her fat body, she’d actually gained weight! Never mind that she hadn’t gained nearly as much as the other girls, some now over 600lbs. As she dwelt on it, she slowly came to realise that everyone was looking in her direction, all with an expectant look. As she roused from her reverie, she noticed that she still had two platter lids in her hands. “Come on now Claire, the rules say: if you lift the lid, you MUST eat the contents,” the presenter said, as smug smile playing around her lips. “But... the game’s over now... isn’t it?” Claire asked, dreading the answer. “Oh no,” she laughed, “that’s not how it works. You signed the contract, remember?” Laura waved a piece of paper in Claire’s direction and her heart caught in her throat. She just knew she should’ve read that contract. But.. surely they couldn’t force her. As she thought this, she noticed three, heavily muscled security men making for her across the stage, pushing their way past now cartoonishly-proportioned fat women, all gazing at her. Conscious of hundreds of eyes on her, she gave in and lifted the two lids fully to see what was inside. Two reds. Oh shit... In a daze, heart pounding and tears blurring her vision, she lifted the two doughnuts off their trays. Her hands trembled as they pushed the confectionary past her lips. She was aware that the girls around her, in various stages of obesity and undress, were looking at her with both sympathy and anticipation. Claire barely saw as the presenter gestured to the weight board. “With 2 increases of one hundred percent, Claire’s weight will quadruple, making...” the numbers spun... “1164.24lbs!” As the dreadful numbers flashed past, Claire felt herself begin to grow again... Her flesh puffed out gently at first then with increasing insistency. The erotic heat that accompanied it was terrible in its intensity; she felt her knees go weak as her sex pulsed sending waves of pleasure through her expanding body. Her breasts quivered and pushed forward quickly, riding straight out of the swimsuit before resting on her rising stomach. Her belly was expanding at an incredible rate now, already stretching out several feet in front of her, only counterbalanced by her burgeoning buttocks, spreading wider and wider. These strained at the tortured fabric of her outfit, the edges digging into her prodigiously wide hips. As she felt the swell of her hips merge with her belly and begin to push her fattened arms upward, the waves of pleasure within Claire began to crest and she spasmed, sending ripples through her soft fat. As the weight piled ever on, she tumbled backward onto her huge ass, her cone-shaped legs now spreading apart to let her belly rest on the studio floor. Her flesh rose and rose like proving dough, accompanied by a creak of the stage supports below her. Breasts that must have weighed hundreds of pounds each threatened to suffocate Claire if she didn’t stop inflating soon, but she was now in an almost dreamlike state, letting the pleasure of her fattening body flow over her and drown out all else. By the time she stopped growing, the audience was howling with excitement at the mammoth woman lying bloated and huge on the stage... -- Later, as the studio announced record viewing figures, the show’s creator Matt Cooper celebrated with a glass of champagne. He’d already ordered the next batch of compound for his StarGlazing™ doughnuts. As a long-time fat admirer, the show was a dream come true for him. He only wished the studio had let him introduce the 500% doughnut. It had been a step too far though, even for them. He’d had one made, just in case - it was still in his old office somewhere. He turned his mind back to work and looked through his memos. There was one about a new intern he was now expected to babysit - no doubt some skinny college-girl, anxious to break into show business. She should have been there an hour ago, but Matt hadn’t seen her turn up. What could have happened to her?

Well done for dealing with the worst case scenario! The only thing I've noticed, using the Tapatalk Android app is that all my subscriptions are gone. Don't know if that's a Curvage or Tapatalk issue.

Can't believe I've only just come across this link. I went to school with this girl! Day in the life of a fat girl: https://youtu.be/FWa6Wjlq92I Her screen name is maimee. I believe she was on Fantasy Feeder but isn't any longer. I think she may still live in the same town, but I haven't seen her for a while. Amazing to think I've been an FA and fantasised about girls gaining weight since I was a teenager but had no idea she was into it too. I guess she wouldn't have any idea I was either (I had a skinny girlfriend in high school). Anybody know whether she's still active? Anybody else experienced this? Finding members of the community who you know IRL?

Thanks for the responses guys. Good to get other opinions. @pockets: Thanks for your insight. Was there a time in your life when you came round to being OK with being a ~*~fat woman~*~? Was there something in particular that helped you with that? I know it'll have to come from her, I'm just trying to help it along @Ignatius: She's slowly becoming interested in what I like, but it's a kind of clinical curiosity. Getting her to apply that image of fat beauty to herself will be difficult. And as I said, she seems perfectly capable of feeding herself so mealtimes are are like candid feeding scenes @KFD: I'm not going on at her about her weight. And I'm not trying to brainwash her, just trying to get her to appreciate / accept the way she looks so she'll be happier. It seems to me that she's very much conditioned by our culture to find fat repulsive - I think she wants to like the way she looks but can't. I'm still hoping someone has had a similar experience where a girl has gradually come round to the idea that being curvy and soft to that degree is attractive. If I can't convince her it's OK, I might have a different dilemma where she may keep gaining weight by herself, knowing I like it, but hating it herself.

My wife and I got married recently. She's 5'11" and about 220lbs (up from 180 when we first met 5 years ago). She knows all about my preference for bigger girls and weight gain and likes that I love her figure. She even jokes and teases me about it so she's comfortable enough. But she still doesn't "get" it. She still sees being "overweight" as being disgusting. How can I bring her round to my way of thinking - convince her she's beautiful? Though I'd love to feed her, and get her to gain weight, I won't push her into it (though now we're married she seems perfectly able to feed herself!) Has anyone else had experience with this kind of situation and convincing girls that fat is beautiful? Thanks, Dave

Hey everyone, I've just uploaded my first WG story - Starglazing: The Gameshow. Read it here: http://fav.me/d5rs8yk It's a XWG / SSBBW Expansion story inspired by a challenge I saw once on "Biggest Loser: US". I'd love to get some feedback from you guys, so let me know what you think!

Thanks for the advice! Here's my first upload: http://fav.me/d5rs8yk Let me know what you think...

Hi all, I've started writing weight-gain fiction and want to post it online to get as much exposure and feedback as possible. Any suggestions of where I should post to reach the biggest audience? (apart from this forum). What're your favourite wg story sites? Thanks!