Hello! This might be the first thread of its kind here on BBWChan. (Really sorry for the poor thread that had to be archived because of this one.)

There have been many videos / challenges online where people create their own fantasy worlds, complete with their individual nations and backstories. That being said, I wanted to make a fantasy world centered around the multiple kinks in relation to growth and expansion! From a kingdom that idolizes hedonism, to a society built upon the gluttony of its people.

I'd appreciate everyone's input! Criticism and suggestions, or even their own fictional nations!

Mods making threads no one else

I'll try starting off this thread with the first nation that came to mind : Dezeria. (very creative, yeah)

Dezeria is a nation that would mainly be surrounded by sand. A desert nation.

This nation would be well known for being similar to a boiling pot. Many people of various backgrounds would be free in visiting the nation and admiring its wonderful temples...

However, the main reason it would be popular was due to its diversity of kinks / fetishes.

Each nation would have a select kink / fetish representing it. (though i'll talk about them more in my future additions here)

What is important to note is that a wide variety of kinks are appreciated and accepted here. Pregnancy, Vore, Inflation, and Feederism. Its citizens are free to roam the city streets while flaunting their assets, whether it be their perky breasts, or voluptuous guts.

This place however isn't the safest, as crime usually runs wild among the city streets. From petty theft to explosive assassinations, Dezeria would be known as a hub of crime as it is a hub of fetishes.

>>9004

The waistlines of those in Dezeria are often bigger than average when compared to the real world. The obesity rate around here would be at around 60% of the population.

People aren't too afraid of flaunting their assets, as such the clothing used by its citizens are often skimpy. It would be common-place to find women wearing only an exposed top while having their undergarments hidden beneath their massive bellies.

Mercenaries and Bounty Hunters are among the most common professions in Dezeria. Often these assassins may also eliminate their targets with more expansive means.. From blueberry poison that inflates the target, or a nice session of non-stop feeding.

The Land of Gluttony would have a heirarchy like any other nation, but this one is based on weight. Makes sense the elite would be the biggest, as they can afford not to move much and consume as much as they want. The downside is how it's a golden cage, where many people don't want to become immensely fat due to the obvious downsides yet they often don't have a choice.

The lowest tier would be relegated to taking care of the elites, restricted by both law and economics from indulging too much lest they're unable to perform their duties. Yet the hyperobese elites are beholden to the proles because they're so helpless otherwise, and so they're forced to share their wealth to where many proles are fat themselves, but to a moderate degree.

There's a merchant and professional class in between, who are significantly overweight yet like the proles have to restrain themselves somewhat to stay productive. Also those from the middle classes who grow too big threaten the elites by taking away resources and precious labor.

It's a functional yet tenuous system, with much resentment up and down the social ladder.

What are our thoughts on a nation who exclusively focuses on breast expansion?

>>9009
>nation

plausible! just that it'd need a name and idea centered around it.

i'll make a few posts in the following days, but one will be centered around a main kink, such as pregnancy / inflation.

>>9013
I don’t have a name, but I do have an idea for nation.

A relatively flat nation full of lush green pastures that is ran as a theocracy. The central church takes the place of what would normally be a kingdom’s castle.

The religion that the nation’s leaders abide by covets the Goddess of Fertility. Since the object of everyone’s worship is female, women are seen as closer to divinity than men are, leading to men being seen as second class citizens. The Goddess of Fertility is known for her absolutely enormous breasts and the bountiful amounts of milk she produces. It is said that, in order for her children/worshippers to bring themselves closer to divinity, she blessed their land with a special crop that increases women’s breast size and milk production immensely. It is this crop that is harvested at the numerous farms that dot the countryside, which is then sent off to the various churches nationwide.

While the central church is overseen and ran by the High Priestess, who herself sports a very formidable bosom, she is not seen as the one who is spiritually closest to the goddess. That honor would go to the Goddess’s Divine Vessel. Every century, there is a girl born who naturally bears the Goddess’s distinctive features: rich caramel-colored skin, lustrous silver hair, a plush beachball-sized ass, and truly gigantic breasts, which she develops as she matures into a woman. Once the newest Divine Vessel is discovered, they are whisked away to the central church so that they may cultivated into the truest form of the Goddess as possible, being taught every aspect of the church and being fed their special crop so that she may grow as large as possible. It is not uncommon for the Divine Vessel to become completely immobile before they reach adulthood. She is seen as the highest form of divinity and beauty in the nation, and acts as both a figurehead for the church. They are pampered, brought offerings by followers of the church, and are asked for blessings from the goddess, as she is said to be able to hear the goddess’s voice.

The current Divine Vessel, Liliana, is the child of a humble family of bakers from a small village in the countryside. At only at age 19, she is the largest Divine Vessel to date, having reached immobility at the young age of 14 and shows no sign of slowing down her growth (her current size would be similar to current depictions of SaburoX’s OC Fang Hua). While she is very grateful for the blessing she has been given, she is a bit discontent with her life. Being pampered and having anything she desires being no more than a mere request away, she laments that she isn’t able to have the same kind of life as other girls her age. Exploring the world has been a pipe dream ever since she became to heavy for carriages at age 12, all of the pampering has left her bereft of any true connections with others in her life, her duties as the Divine Vessel leave little time for herself, and, worst of all, her divine status makes her unable to find a romantic partner, as the Vessel must remain as pure as she can for the Goddess. Still, she realizes that this is what was decided for her the moment she was born, and begrudgingly continues to fulfill her role in spite of this.

That’s all I got for now. Sorry for the lore dump, but I really got the ball rolling once I started writing. Lemme know what you think

>>9006

I do think it's a neat idea! Though maybe instead of letting it be the hierarchy of all lands, perhaps this can be used as the standard, but not the mandatory system in which all nations must abide by.

After all, there are countries that have different types of fetishes that is used as the center of their customs, not just gluttony.

I do want to ask what is done to those immobile individuals who aren't of nobility? As a fantasy world it would be expected to have weight gain related organisms such as slimes or blueberry vegetations that can increase the likelihood of immobility towards the common folk.

>>9006

(SPOILER : Some Heavy Pregnancy)

The overall landscape of the continent (which is yet to have a name.) can vary from each location. These lands can range from tropical rainforests, the desolate tundra biomes, or the regular green forests. One thing they all have in common is that these biomes are often inhabited by creatures that promote expansion in many ways.

For some forests, they may be the home of violent slimes, these creatures aimlessly wander the forests until they come upon a victim. Once they have their target they would either try to force themselves into their bodies through their mouths, or their rear.

Some forests can also be the home of other creatures such as vines that secrete blueberry juices, or slime.

Some trees can also impregnate the wandering travelers if they're not careful, often corrupting them in the process.

The reason for why the continent is overrun by these creatures are unknown, but the population is generalized by having two main reactions to meeting these creatures.

The first batch of people are those who have no interest in being subjected to these creatures, and for good reason. There's the risk of being popped if not careful, and not all are keen on being turned into mindless broodmothers or blueberries...

The second batch would be the opposite, as some people would be willing in subjecting themselves to these foul creatures. Travelers whom take an interest in a wide array of fetishes are often welcome to meeting these creatures. Some may take it extreme and intentionally lose themselves in these places just to have their lust satisfied. Whether or not they return after the fact is a different matter altogether..

>>9017

it's neat! turning the whole thing into a religion where people are devoted to it is one of my favorite things to dabble upon when making fat-related stories.

i do take some issue in the current divine vessel having been at around 14 when she finally became immobile. Though it works still in the form of narrative purposes!

>>9023
DAMN SHE OBESSED WITH YOU BRO! ALL OF THEM. YOU LUCKY BASTARD. TEACH YOUR WAYS. BEING STALKED BY BIG BOOTY WOMEN

>>9024
What about it bothers you?

Gardenhelm is a large city with a majority of nobility. In a vast greenfield outside the city walls with a massive river by its side. The lands of Gardenhelm are some of the most fertile in the world with vegetation being almost double the speed of growth with large amounts of harvest. This has led to a central hub for trade of fruits and vegetables. However, animals are scared.

Due to the vast amounts of monsters that roam at night or even day. While chickens, pigs or smaller creatures that can be kept indoors are less prone to being eaten alive. Other larger creatures like sheep, horses or especially cows are very hard to maintain outside the walls. This has led to farmers from distant lands bringing fresh cattle into the city that can be worth five to ten times its normal value to any other city. Many nobles pay top dollar for these cattle. It also led to bandits stealing these cattle for large profits in underground rings to nobles.

Feederism is extremely encouraged due to the status it proposes rather than sexually most of the time. As prices for meat are high and sugar is pricey. The larger someone presents how wealthy they may be or they're noble house is. This has led to some houses in the past going bankrupt from eating themselves into poverty. Eating vegetation is seen as lower class to the nobles so they only most of the time eat meat or desserts.

Chefs are one of the cornerstones of the city as it's a very honorable and desired job for so many. Most that try fail due to not having the skills sufficient enough to compete with other chefs. A majority of the chefs in high society refuse to share or even train anyone due to the fear of them being outdone and forced to the streets. So many guard their recipes with their lives. Burglar's of recipes or techniques are big business in the underground of the city with chefs.

The underground market is only known to those a part of it. Rumors are hints of what is bought or sold. It is said there are foods that can make some gain hundreds of pounds with a single bite, cursed items that are blessings to modify or expand the body in unique ways, or people together in holy reunion to accomplish some goal toward their deity god. What is the truth and what is myth, truth is the rarest of anything in the underground market.


That being said, this is my idea for just a city. There is much more I can expand on including on the land of Shatang where sugar comes from and the monopoly there, life for the common people on a daily basis, details of the different noble houses, more on the bandits control of land and river, slightly more on the underground market, and misc stuff on the city. Please give me your critiques or ideas on certain things. I enjoy writing as a side hobby and makes my autistic brain go brrr.

>>9017
I quite like this.
Throwing something of my own to see if it sticks.

Contrary to perhaps common logic or knowledge, the Goddess is not perhaps especially bright. For intelligence is the tool by which the weak bests the strong, and what need does a Goddess have of such things.
Instead, known only to the High Priestess, is that The Goddess of Motherhood, Fertility and the like, is impulsive, excitable, and extremely pornographic in her interests. The words "bimbo", "Hare-brained" or "degenerate" are not inaccurate, though they may be heretical.
The position of High Priestess is so often aloof from common duties of the Synod, because at least half her service is actually reigning in The Goddess whenever she'd had a 'brilliant idea' that will likely drastically alter the foundations of how the world works in some unmanageably lewd way. Making every tree capable of rape, humans entering a breeding frenzy at a certain light level, etc.
This invariably leads to a high level of stress, and the current High Priestess indulges in several vices, such as extra meals, strong drinking, and a form of near-naked exotic dancing from a rival religious state that her own Church would condemn, but her Goddess follows enthusiastically.

>>9041
I think I see what you’re getting at. So would very existence of the Divine Vessel be the High Priestess’s biggest concession made for the goddess? Essentially ruining the life a young girl once every generation because big tits makes the goddess go brrr?

>>9023
>Some trees can also impregnate the wandering travelers
No, trees shouldn't be used to impregnate people; wrapping people up and dragging them into position to unload gallons upon gallons of insanely potent sugary sap and leaving them to awkwardly shuffle away while trying their hardest to keep balance as 3x their weight in sap is dangling precariously in the gigantic orb that is their belly.

Unloading a cursed seed in them along with the gallons of sap and leaving them to shuffle off back to tow to sleep off their bad day and wake up with a good deal of new fat on their frame and even though they might eventually work it off, they just can't seem to get rid of the leftover potbelly and after about a weeks time, they notice it's starting to grow a little bigger with every day, and their body is starting to break out in weird rough patches but the thing unnoticed is that their mind has been getting dulled to the point where they notice these weird issues but no longer have the attention span to think about getting help before they ultimately turn into a human variant of a Dryad or Treant or whatever, with thick strong regenerative bark armor on their entire body except the juicy parts that are their face, breasts, bingo wings, belly, inner thighs, and butt; with the finished transformation, they'll waddle throughout the land with a mind so fried that it can only really wants to eat and sleep whenever it's not looking for new locations, all the while her engorged breasts fire off excess sap every now and then as her soft bloated middle oozes sap over itself from small creases wrapped around it and splattering sap along the trail with its every bounce and allowing new vines to be grown from all the tiny hard to perceive seeds their body has created and sputtered out with all that sap.

Cram a huge seed down their throat, with all the sap having special properties to relax and stretch out their body so that the huge bowling ball sized seed and comfortably slide down their throat and relax in the small confines of their belly before the effects quickly wear off and the victim can't hack it back up and leaving the few unlucky ones too far out to make it back to town and get help, stuck watching as their body mutates after the seed cracks open in them and start using its shell and roots to stretch the victims stomach out as much as possible while some of the said roots to occasionally hijack control of the body and force the victim to gorge on untold pounds of food (it's a plant of at beast feral intelligence so it doesn't know much energy it can get so it makes sure the host gorges on as much as they can before any bodily harm could possibly happen) to feed its production of more seeds of its kind for the victim to hack up or push out of the area that was previously the belly button or whatever have you, but end up leaving the host perpetually fatter and unable stop it or change themselves back since the seed cracking open and starting the mutation leaves them one and the same with death being the only release from this life stuck with a parasitic seed.

But just simple pregnancy is just weird when you're using a tree in the coupling.

>>9042
Probably more than just one person per generation.
Anyone that does something, or is something physically interesting.
Or that The Goddess feels need to lighten up and enjoy indulging in life's pleasures (it's what she put all of them there for).
>Girl that prays for a fatter ass everyday might get a sneaky-beakie visit from Her to scout her out to see how /d/egenerate she's interested in going to, and will happily go further.
>Warrior Paladin becomes a physical powerhouse, but develops such an insatiable sex drive that she can barely find time to fight past slaking it.
>The sharp noblewoman and exotic dancer by night might find herself getting a larger and larger rush of satisfaction as she gets more and more daring and risky. And in a moment of introspection, that her mounting libido and dwindling inhibitions is making proper conduct in her daily life that much harder.
>The heretic Priestess, kicked out of her church for gluttony and drunkenness, might find herself being guided north by the whispers of her Goddess in her ears, and being led by those same whispers to consume one more pint, one more plate, who cares about manners, let everyone else see how much you enjoy life's pleasures, their scorn is their problem don't worry about if you can carry your own weight tomorrow can you manage one more ale for me oh I'm so proud of you.
>The increasingly pervy scholar with a pregnancy fetish develops the perfect Venus body type for breeding, learns that she's hyperfertile, and finds herself encountering certain 'unfortunate' but also very erotic situations like, some nymphomaniac noblewoman who can't get pregnant needs a surrogate.

The Divine Vessel will inevitably be one such mortal 'chosen' to be something of a plaything for Her, but is moreso still very much a figure for the Church and the Masses, and their understanding of Her.
After all, she's remaining Virginial when clearly if The Goddess (of fertility) got her way she'd be getting knocked up as soon as she was legal.

>>9047
>if The Goddess (of fertility) got her way she'd be getting knocked up as soon as she was legal
A medieval fantasy world would be as soon as she was able to bear children.

Dwarves, are a heavily Matriarchal, cloistered society that places enormous importance on physical size and stature as a hallmark of status.

That's why you have Dwarves getting so worked up about height differences (and some that hate elves) and how male dwarves get so particular about beard lengths.

Why does one never see a dwarf woman? Because all the Dwarf women, themselves generally a head taller than the males, are all at home in their underground kingdoms, and are WELL beyond the size for adventuring.

Being the clamorous autists that they are, Dwarf women are known to gain genuinely impressive amounts of weight in effort to pursue higher social and political status, securing wealth and importance.
Given their short stature and powerful builds, Dwarven women are capable of hauling a genuinely impressive amount of heft around before becoming truly immobile, but those of wealth and status certainly come close in the attempt.
Additionally, while their culture does hold all the very same moral or social faux-pas around clothing, ettiquite and decency, "making a scene" by the unavoidable consequences of ones enormity, such as being slovenly, having a wardrobe malfunction, or being loud and disruptive, ESPECIALLY if the scene involves disruption of others (as a result of their size) as this can be interpreted as another form of bragging.

Few know of this secret, due to the insular nature of the ostensibly masculine-seeming Dwarves, save those friends they trust with their deeper secrets, and the key to their fortresses.

>>9036
What about Monster Meat?
I imagine that, while stringy, it could make a 'middle class' alternative for people who may not be wealthy, but need the protein and energy hit, like, warriors or adventurers.
Does eating monster meat in turn result in the consumer becoming a monster(girl) themselves?
>Brash young adventuring sellsword goes missing.
>Eventually becomes strongfat 'werewolf' nightprowler, jumping between rooftops and spires (and often breaking them under her bulk) as she hunts with tooth and claw for her next meal (for the thrill and the challenge, not because she's a savage or anything, gosh).

>>9058

haven't been here for a while, but reading monster meat there was a particular type of meat that i had thought of long ago...

it first came up as Troll Meat, but I'd like to call it Regenerative Meat. For some select creatures who are capable of regeneration, their meat would have the ability to regenerate when ingested. In other words, the subject would have a regenerating part of meat inside their digestive system as they grow fatter thanks to it. This would make them constantly gassy and full.

This can be used as a torture / assassination method, but maybe even a form of toy that gluttons eat whenever they're in the mood for being turned into a stuffed pig.

Usually the meat takes weeks or months to digest, but if unlucky they might just keep regenerating until the subject is immobile, or they pop.

>>9058
>What about Monster Meat
There is good portion of monsters that aren't for human consumption but some of the most common eaten are the Pop-a-chee which are replacement for chicken, and Longhorns for beef. While having more meat on each, they're harder to kill and harder to cook for different reasons.

>Does eating monster meat in turn result in the consumer becoming a monster(girl) themselves
Only magicial creatures can cause some sort of effect on humans. It's the reason why a lot of potions use magicial beasts ingredients. One of the most common is Wereafaction when someone becomes a certain animal on a full-moon. When infected the process of wereafaction can be cured until the full-moon appears. If to late you can't be cured and a pact will be made with your soul. So any help in curing will result with your soul being destroyed meaning that you're dead as a human. When the first full-moon happens nothing will happened apart from the soulbinding. But the slow transformation process begins. Depending on the animal you'll start getting traits. For example a werebear might start off with being more hunger. Hunger leads to weight gain where the person gets fatter, they'll also slowly get taller and stronger. Their hair color might change to be more brown with their eye color becoming golden. By the time of the full-moon they'll already be ready with hair appearing all over the body, face morphing to be more bear like, and long claws. They'll enter into a frenzy and by the end when the sun rises they'll be back to base form almost losing all the traits. However, some traits still stick to them so they might be taller than they original were, might be more muscular than before or fatter than before. This cycle happens over and over until the last full-moon where they're full transformed that they'll permently stay in their were form for forever.

>>9073
>Regenerative Meat
I like that idea. Though is it consistely regenerating or slowly to where the stomach can't break it down fast enough? Since someone who has a fast desolving stomach is useless and someone who is slowly makes it virtual impossible to fully digest.

>>9055
This is awesome anon. I’m going to make de facto canon for my main fantasy world-building setting.

Hooooo boy I shouldn’t have found this thread


To an island far off, nigh holy maidens lay in the amazonian nation of Evolipos. An all woman society, every woman is able to both bear a child through love and bear the weight of their burgeoning bodies through the blessing of the goddess of expanse, Mazapi. To them, fat is not just a way of life or a love or even a holy blessing: it is a holy *study.* Mazapi strengthens their body and fattens their meal to let them understand fat more. The warmth it brings and the strength they gain from it. Fat practically replaces muscle as Evolipolions grow closer to Mazapi and understand fat better. Even those in the multi ton range can waddle in comfort.

Through this, they have built a sprawling capital accounting for their size. Various “schools” are dotted across the city, dedicated to furthering their study, often shaping the women who study. Those who study a certain body part may find it filling with fat faster, carrying it well. The food fans will find food all the more tasty and more filling. Gastro studies lead to gassier gals, said gas even having potent properties to the devout. Even those who study the psychological effects may have more charming words on the topic.

It is not uncommon for a Evolipolite to leave for other lands, carrying their weight to study what their weight and habits are like across the world. Awkward as they can be, they dedicate their travels to seeing how their fat forms handle different cultures and how those cultures handle their own fat. These studies further deepen one’s knowledge, bolstering their goddess’ power. By the end of a normal trip, the woman either has settled down, finding their new fat based place in life, or returned, fatter than ever and often bolstered in social standings. Visitors meanwhile are welcomed to stay, temporarily or forever. Only if they prove their devotion. If they do not, or are shown hostility in anyway, they fight with the might of a baratric barbarian, crushing foes.

Their final purpose is to crush the opposers of fat. They may respect those who do not act on it, but any who make effort to destroy fat across the world will often be met by Mazapi’s forces. Cloister strike teams of a megatonne of her troops are sent out when called upon by either Mazapi or her/Polipos’ allies, to crush those who would erase fatness or to use it in immoral ways. They protect information, overwrite blaspheming, assassinate or even war against misdemeanors. All to keep the ideals of fat pure and free.

All of these aspects feed into Mazapi’s growth in power, which in turn makes Polipos more powerful. She and her people are not immune to threats, but they are incredibly powerful and should not be provoked, lest a flesh avalanche of lard-imbued warriors smite harassers. Despite this, they remain on their island, peaceful and mostly uninvolved in mainland issues. They will grow, never stopping, learning more about fat, loving the fat, gas, intimacy, and more. This is who they are.

This is more of a question but it fits the thread and I’d like feedback if possible. I’m trying to work on a story with the dark atmosphere and tone of a Soulsborne but in a setting where the big world changing event initiates the weight gain for everyone (i.e: The Shattering somehow causes everyone become big slobs while keeping their ye olde prose and attitude) Does anyone have any ideas on how to tailor this event to keep the tone of the world without trivializing it by the ample growth and what not?

>>9324
(Orc inspirations from the Prince Division)

Orc society is much like how you would think, the biggest is usually in charge, both for the males and females. However there is a clear distinction, orc race is 80% male and are usually born in litters, meaning there are rarely a bunch of females, so they are treated with much respect. Occasionally there can be an All-borne but that’s very rare(1). To keep up the numbers most females are fattened up and turned into icons of the tribe, many are respected adored and loved. The biggest usually becomes the one who mates with the chief. Many clans purposefully fatten their females to show of their clans bounty, like “Look upon chiefs mate, if we can keep her constantly fed then what chance do you have in taking us down”. When ever a certain male wants to rank up in the clan, they can either challenge another female in competition or they can out grow them through becoming the fattest. The large known female ork Gray Skins, many mistook her for a mountain with how gray her skin was and how she towered over most kingdoms.

Elven society is…unique. From an outsider’s veiw most elves you will see are lithe, skinny humanoids and rarely do they have any pudge on them. This is because the elves most people are seeing aren’t really elves but wooden dolls puppets by the real elves who are most likely under a tree and extremely obese. Due to how long living most elves are, they attempt to keep their bodies lithe in the first few decades, but sooner or later they’ll discover the wonders of food and inevitably become obese blobs, ever expanding delving into more alluring levels of debauchery. Still with their prideful nature, they hide themselves away in little caves beneath their trees and animate wooden dolls wrapped with illusion spells to look like themselves. Made so they can feel, see and even experience all the things these dolls do. Some elves have dozens of these dolls, peppering them to do chores or to feed/pleasure themselves, they can pilot these dolls even when they are in other continents. Others use them to reach higher levels of gluttony and pleasure. The elves are run by a council, each elf in the council comes from a different type of subspecies, each with their own cultures and methods

(1) an all-borne is when a litter of orcs are fused into one singular orc, stronger and bigger than usual.