/cod/ - Deviant Promotions

I love the idea of super gluttonous Chel but I don't like anything to the point of immobility or complete degradation of hygiene. I mean I like messy eating but when you start to get the impression she's a giant festering mass of filth it goes beyond any acceptable limit for me. I don't even mind farts so long as they're treated as incidental to the stuffing / gaining and not that she's stanky all the time.

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See, this here is what I'm talking about. I feel like I'm in a session of Congress.

It's sort of looking like I'll need two stories: one where she gets pretty plump (say, 200-250lbs?) but then reverts to strongfat, and then maybe a "non-canon" where Lovecraftian levels of fat are unleashed.

What would you guys like to see in terms of characters? So far I've heard people want to see the following:
>Obviously Chel, Miguel and Tulio
>Kida from Atlantis
>maybe post-Tarzan jungled-up Jane (Or maybe Bustle Jane? What do you guys think?)
>The horse maybe? I don't fucking know

Obviously the other female leads would be side characters, with the main focus on glorious jiggly Mesoamerican badonkabutt.

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I recommend Eris from Sinbad, just because she's a fellow DreamWorks girl.

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I would like to see Kida, although it would be pretty hard to include her out of nowhere I think. As for the size of Chel I think it looks pretty unanimous that SSBBW is the most anyone wants without getting to full-blown immobility. I know on /co/ you mentioned "can't-get-through-doors-fat' but personally I don't mind it so long as they're still able to walk. Hell getting stuck in a door or anywhere really is something I love especially the old Winnie the Pooh premise where the girl goes in skinny and stuffs herself to a bloated mess and she can't get out easily.

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That would require me to find a copy of Sinbad. Also isn't she the antagonist? And a goddess? It would be a little challenging to make her fat... I like a challenge.

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Kida is actually easy because she's like a million years old and curious about the surface world, I can easily imagine her going too far with the decadent pleasures of Europe.

I think I've got a basic idea of the plot, now all I need is some time to write. Anyone who has more ideas should let me know now, before I start (I will also accept prompts from writefags, as I tend to run out of steam when I'm not burning cash for warmth.)

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honestly now I think you should just focus on Chel and leave the other girls mentioned for something else, otherwise the story will get too unruly and take focus away from Chel

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I think you're right. I'll just stick to what I know: fat brown south american girls are awesome. Everything else is superfluous details.

That said, how much sex are you guys okay with? I won't fill the whole story with smut obviously, but I like to think of Tulio and Miguel "sharing" Chel a little, in sort of a weird benign love triangle type of thing. Is that odd / is that an okay dynamic to have in the story?

Doesn't surprise me in the least that nothing but done, but at the very least this thread served some purpose for inspiring me.

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Hopefully there will be more tonight when I have more time to play with adjectives.

>All this was forgotten, however, when she saw the servants bringing out the feast for the nobility. Roast boar, thick dumplings, duck and game fowl cooked to perfection, and was that an entire beef flank they were hauling in on a platter? They might be here to steal, but Chel simply had to try one of everything, a weakness that had plagued her since coming to Madrid. Tearing into the food with gusto, she did her best to bat her eyelashes at the noble boys, trying to stick to the plan. It was hard to stick to the plan, though, when she was so hungry. Better to have a little bit to eat, first. And a drink or two, to calm her nerves.

>“A little to eat” quickly became a lot, as Miguel and Tulio masqueraded as spice traders and spun a story about giant sand worms to a gullible noblewoman. Chel took advantage of their disastrously dumb scheme to consume several plates of roast pig, two entire pheasants, a bowl of bread soaked in oil and half a bottle of wine. As the remains of her gluttony slowly worked its way through her insides, she fought to contain a deep, highly pressurized pocket of gas that was gradually fighting up through her stuffed guts. Dizzy with wine and slipping into a food coma, she was startled from her anti-belching concentrations by a delicate hand on her shoulder.

>“Disculpe, senorita?”

>Chel turned and her weakened abdominal muscles, fattened by weeks of snacking on Spanish cuisine, let loose the fury of a dozen too-eager swallows: a thick, savory burp that rattled forth from her crumb-flecked mouth like a spirit from a tomb. “What is it? I’m BURRRUPPURRRRPH…” The whole table turned to stare at her. “Eating here,” she finished with a small hiccup. Miguel and Tulio eyeballed her, Tulio disgusted and Miguel disgusted but, being pansexual, also vaguely aroused.

>Chel turned to see who had interrupted her love affair with Spain's cuisine. She was surprised to see a girl with white hair, a youthful heart-shaped face, and a curvy figure stuffed into a soft robin's-egg-blue courtesan gown smile and hand her a small fork, which was covered in cuneiform inscriptions.

>"You are one of us," said the woman, whispering in Chel's ear with a warm intimacy that made the girl shiver in her chair despite her sluggishness. "You will show us the way, across time and in spite of restraint. You will find the land of milk and honey..." She pressed the fork into Chel's hand. "You will find Cockaigne."

>Chel felt another bout of indigestion coming and clutched her stomach; when she looked up, the girl was gone and the golden fork was still sitting in her slightly-chubby palm. Miguel and Tulio, abandoning their plots, came to see what all the fuss was about.

>"Is it a magic fork?" asked Miguel, his blonde hair flouncing as he preened it. "Quick! Stick it in my man-bun! Maybe it'll put a map in my brain!"

>"Idiot! Obviously it's, uh, Ancient Egyptian!" said Tulio, running a finger over it before Chel snatched it away from him, nobles staring at her. He had no idea what an Egyptian even was, but it sounded accurate, and Tulio always wanted to be the first in line for any discovery--a motive he would come to regret, during this quest.

>"Quiet! Estupidos! Do you want us to get thrown out?" Chel grinned weakly at the suspicious guards as Miguel and Tulio ogled the fork, their cumulative plot-hook senses tingling. "Just finish the, urpph... Just finish the..." Chel struggled to contain her distressed gastric system's noises as her native body tried to digest the richness of Spain, and failed. "Finish the jobURRRRPH!" Her enormous, rippling belch rumbled her bosom in its decotellage and shot a speck of chocolate from her tongue into a nearby courtesan's eye. Taking it as an insult to his Moorish descendance, he challenged Miguel and Tulio to a duel, at which point the gruesome threesome were forced to make a hasty exit from the high court, Chel trailing behind them with her overfed rear bouncing like so much smooth brown gelatin, forced into a restrictive high-society costume.