Welcome to Stuffed-Silly!
As if you couldn't tell this group is all about stuffing and gaining weight! If you'd like to contribute your own art, or just view our artwork, then feel free to join our group!
Please donate to our page. We will begin having contest for Deviant points so artiest and writers be ready.
Both artwork and stories are allowed.
RULES FOR SUBMISSIONS
Here are some basic rules for submitting art:
Both drawn artwork and stories are allowed, just follow the content
There is no limit to how many things you can submit a day, submit as much as you want!
~~~CONTENT THAT IS ALLOWED~~~
First and foremost, Stuffing. Stuffing of any kind is allowed, whether it's:
-Weight Gain/Fat Characters
-Photo Morphs(Now allowed)
-Photos(Also now allowed)
Basically, anything that involves food being eaten. Weight Gain pictures or pictures of fat characters are allowed too. All forms of stuffing MUST be through ingestion. The reason for Soft Vore and Water Bloating is because water and people they are substances, and can be stuffed up on
Also, the characters can either be male or female, homosexual/lesbian or straight, alien, you get the idea.
~~~CONTENT THAT ISN'T ALLOWED~~~
-Breast/Butt/Belly Expansion (through non stuffing means)
-Non ingestion stuffing of any kind (Anal/Unbirth/Etc)
Unless you are a contributor with cute furry work there is be be NO FURRY artwork in here.
Discretion of the art is decided by the Founder and Co-Founder if you have issues you need to send a group note. If we deny a picture it is because it does not go with our rules and that is final.
Any images get are posted that do not follow these rules will be deleted, and repeat offenders will be banned from the group!
These rules are just a basic guideline and are subject to change. Any comments, suggestions, or complaints should go in the group comment section and will be taken into consideration.
If you want to submit something that doesn't have a folder but isn't listed in the approved nor disapproved content, send the group a message and we'll see if it fits within our group.
Commissions are open!Note me if you want a commission!Commissions are open! by Cat2999
Short Story: 50 (Stories up to 2000 words)
Story: 70 (Stories up to 4000 words)
Line drawing - 5
Simple color - 10
With background - 50
Shading - 20
Shading with background - 100
A Haiku is 3
A Limerick is 5
A Free verse Poem is 25
An OC Autobiographical Poem is 12
A Haiku is a three-line poem that has five syllables in the first and third lines and s
Porker's Pig-Out Palace pt. 1Marisa hesitated, anxious suddenly, before opening the doors. She looked down at the keys in her hand, trying to get past this nervousness, playfully pinching the meat of her fat, flabby belly with the other. She shouldn't be so nervous, she knew this club perfectly, she'd worked here for a good six months, this should be easy.Porker's Pig-Out Palace pt. 1 by bob123456789123
Only, it wasn't, because what was behind that door was new. It was hers now, and she had plans.
For a second, she just stood there, nervous, but all of those concerns flew away only seconds after opening the door. She just looked, wide-eyed, and excited now. It was better than she'd imagined. Not finished yet, though, it just didn't seem quite done, she couldn't tell why. Eh, she'd figure it out later. She called back out the door, "Come on in here, Gwen, check it out!"
A few seconds later, Gwen came in, bigger than ever, looking positively massive as she playfully dragged the giggling mass of the helpless, struggling former manager of Porker's, Jo
Porker's Pig-Out Palace pt. 2The girls spent an extra forty minutes in The Cheesecake Factory before they were recovered enough to get back to Marisa's car, both of them groaning in unison as they collapsed backwards into Marisa's Mini Cooper, their combined weight lowering the car dramatically.Porker's Pig-Out Palace pt. 2 by bob123456789123
They spent the next fifteen minutes scrambling around, trying to find some measure of comfort in the hopelessly cramped space, and failing miserably. Marisa was fine, the car had been altered to fit her, but Gwen was struggling, her thunderous thighs spreading wide under the pressure of her almost perfectly spherical stomach and proud, heavy bosom, too wide for the passenger's seat. She didn't seem able to accept this fact, though, trying everything she could to get the door closed, with all of her massive, fleshy rump contained within the car, repeatedly trying to pull it closed, until Marisa spoke up, “Hey... Gwen? Yeaaaaaaah, maybe you should just get in the back seat?”
Gwen tried a few more times, wincing i
Porker's Pig-Out Palace pt. 3On opening day, Marisa called all the girls together for a mandatory meeting at 9:30, two hours before opening. She had some things she wanted to say to them as a group. Everyone of them made it, gathering in front of the stage.Porker's Pig-Out Palace pt. 3 by bob123456789123
Marisa started her monologue with an adopted voice, an intentionally stuffy and sophisticated, vaguely British-accented tone, “You have all been carefully selected to work for this new venture, Porker's Pig-Out Palace, the reimagining of the former operation of a similar name! I believe you have all met me, Marisa Chafer, your manager, your primary employer, and also the owner of this establishment? Yes, of course you have, well...”
She paused, wandering to the edge of the stage, directly in front of the girls, and dropping down heavily, her soft, wide bottom making a loud splat as it made contact with the stage floor, returning to her natural southern drawl, “Forget it. I'm your boss, but fuck that. I'm shit at that. I'm your friend. I like a
Cheryl's Night ClubbingCheryl smiled when she accepted her third drink, a long island iced tea, her favorite, from a lusty young man passing her by, but winced when she sat back down, accutely aware of how close these shorts were coming to non-existance.Cheryl's Night Clubbing by bob123456789123
Her rump, overfed and under-worked, fattened up through a consistent theme of overindulgence and relaxation, was terrorizing the seams of these soft, fabric boyshort panties she let masquerade as club attire. She could feel her overfed stomach, fat and well-tended, pressing in front of her, sagging down just a bit more than she was okay with.
She clutched the drink to her chest tightly, pressing it between the plump, generous globes of her chest, resting the bottom of the glass on the convenient swell of her soft stomach, shivering a bit as the cold, icy glass came in contact with the exposed area of her cleavage. She set her back against the wall behind the bench, sliding down, slowly, praying the stitches would stay together, until she felt her cheeks maki
The Cake (Male Stuffing, commission)It was simultaneously the most beautiful and most intimidating thing he had ever seen in his entire life. Plague’s dull hazel eyes examined his prey almost lazily, an air of arrogance emitting from his form as he leaned back against his thick coils, forked tongue flicking out in mild contentment. Oh yeessss, this was going to be a delightful feast, he thought to himself, palms rubbing together in mild anticipation over the idea of consuming the prey before him. Of course, this was no common morsel, no, no, this was a treat prepared especially for him by his husband. He paused for a moment to reconsider his definition of ‘prey’ and quickly reallocated the confectionery in front of him into ‘dessert’ status. While Plague was generally used to devouring whatever unfortunate humanoid stumbled into his path, the cake was…well, more of an indulgence than something he necessarily needed to survive. If nothing else, he would openly admit his sweet tooth wasThe Cake (Male Stuffing, commission) by BadHarpy
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