BBWChan

BBWChan

Foundation	June 24, 2007
Major Boards	/bbw/, /tits/, /bbwdraw/
Epic Wins	Being the biggest fucking disgrace of all *chans, defeating even Fchan's level of fail.
Website	BBWChan

	“	This is the reason the Internet was invented.	„
	—You after masturbating to this shit, you sick fuck. Kys.

BBWchan returned in June 2008. The /bbwreal/ board reached 3,000 posts within a month, 30,000 by mid-October.

Lasted for approximately 50,000 posts before crashing again in February 2009.

They jerk off to this.

Most of the userbase will masturbate like mad over this.

There used to be a time where no *chan could fail as much as Fchan. Well, that's no longer true. Just as Fchan disgraces the *chans, BBWChan has become the first *chan to fail more than Fchan. BBWChan is an imageboard where sick fucks ensure that morbidly obese women have an early death by telling them their rolls of disgusting flubber are sexy and they should not try to live normal, healthy lives. This statement is one of concern, something that comes naturally to normal, healthy people like the authors of this article.

It is obvious that the creator of BBWut is a furfag with a hard-on for the obscure Pokemon known as Gardevoir. There was a furry board; albeit one in which only a single character was featured. When Mudkips got so horny it peed itself, the Gardevoir artists took offense and threatened to stop posting. Eventually, fresh Gardevoir art returned. Mudkips, however, was dying of sexual frustration and desperately wanted to do Gardevoir doggy style.

Nonetheless Encyclopedia Dramatica's article on fat girl angle shot is a huge turn-on to all users of BBWChan.

Board list

VIP

• /fb/ - A general irrelevant opinion textboard.
• /ct/ - Textboard made to contact mods and admins. Actually just trolling staff and making the same request (bans, post deletion, etc.) for infinite times.
• /gen/ - Like /qa/ of 4chan, yet still focusing mainly on obesity fetishism.

Main

• /bbw/ - A board filled with women that had more cheeseburgers than kisses in their lives.
• /bbwalt_/ - Obese fetus-fuck lolis.
• /bbwdraw/ - The drawfag version of /bbw/.
• /bbm/ - /bbw/ and /bbwdraw/ together.
• /booty/ - Unattractive fat assholes.
• /li/ - Dildos go where?
• /futa/ - Weeaboo pornography.
• /pe/ - After all, everybody loves penis.
• /preg/ - Women enjoying their last days of sexual life.
• /tits/ - Large-breasted women.
• /tr/ - Trannies.
• /manip/ - Where you can post your fake shooped girlfriend.
• /mu/ - Muscled chicks.
• /elite/ - People writing, reading and enjoying shitty fanfictions.
• /oe/ - Drawings of fat people. Basically just /bbwdraw/.
• /alt/ - Other fucked up gross ugly porn. Ugh, finally the end of these pain-injecting boards.

History

Creation of BBWChan

While it was run by Popcorn Mariachi, the site was known as a general fetish board and was called 7898chan. Under a new domain (bbwchan.org), it changed its name to BBWChan in June 24, 2007, since most of its content is fatty related. On BBWChan, every thread is a chubby thread, reaping the content of all the BBW Porn Sites on the Intarnets.

BBWChan went down for a few months in early 2008. No one is sure why, but most people believe it finally reached its weight capacity and went tumbling down the elevator shaft of the Intarnets. And nothing of value was lost. It returned in June 9, 2008, administered by a shadowy figure named CrazyMonkey who also owns not4chan.

Currently, BBWChan is functioning under a brand new address: bbw-chan.net, controlled by je(w)ss.

InflateChan

Probably even before BBWChan, captainstupids, well described by the username, established his own cringy imageboard, formerly known simply as InflateChan. It would have been such a failure as BBWChan, if it didn't have only nine fucking users. Srsly, it doesn't even have a unique logo visual, and that says pretty much everything. On 16 November, 2009, absolutely nothing notable happened.

The BBWar of 2011

On /bbw/, there was a war between the sick fucks who think that 600 lbs. women are sexy and the normal people who like their chix to be larger than those found on /b/, but not like the sort of shit that feeders fap to. Certainly they could just hide the thread/s, but there is much drama caused when people get off their ass to complain and whine about threads they don't like, causing a great amount of fail in the process. Even increasing the amount of fail, SBBWs actually defeated their ancestors. This fact may and should be a summary of BBWeight to the new visitors.

Brian Peppers

What does Brian Peppers, a fellow YTMND perv have to do with /bbw/, you ask? Well, everything. There's a user there of the same name who occasionally provides some good content, but often trolls the hypertension suffering women threads as described above and posts pictures of ugly guys and weird shit in threads. BBWChan opinion at least is divided approximately 50/50 on this issue between those who loev and those who haet Peppers.

Hatred of fun

BBWChan, as it seems, hates fun. They have a do not post list, and any girl who complains about her pictures being posted gets put on that list. It is disallowed to post pictures of girls on the list. This rule is enforced because the mods are nazis. You also can't use the word nigger.

Advice to those who wish to troll

	“	No posting of anything from TaylorMadeClips.com, if you do you will be banned and any information will be forwarded to them if they so please.	„
	—front page

You know what that means. Get to TaylorMadeClips.com and upload some clips. Just have the eye bleach ready.

EXEMPLARY TROLL: You are now aware that a cheap and effective treatment for obesity will likely be developed within the next few decades.

Tru Poetry

BBWhales' favorite entertainment on /elite/ and other boards. How could you masturbate to physically ill women without a Fanfiction.net-tier level story about impossible vore fantasies?

	“	“Good afternoon Organism Eight,” rattled a tin voice. “Do not struggle. Tearing your stitches will prove most painful.” Alyssa felt her chest tighten. While the voice's tone was as innocent as girl scout speaking into a soda can, it's message turned her blood cold. Her erratic, racing heart sent spurts of worried thoughts through her brain. “I can't feel my legs! I can't feel anything! Where am I? And stitches!” “Your vitals suggest you've noticed your unique situation. You're temporarily paralyzed to avoid any unwarranted retaliation. While you slept I've also made a few alterations to your body. Allow me to show you.” The rattling voice chirped like a text tone, and a sterile humming filled the room. Alyssa's prison began to tilt upwards, allowing her eyes to greet her reflection in the mirrored walls. What she saw beyond the glass, strapped to a gurney was unbelievable. The woman's head was shaved short to her scalp and her pierced nose and wild eyes were wet with tears and dribble. Alyssa's eyes followed the moister trail to an enormous pair of full red lips, and hanging limply between them was a long pink tongue, at its end swung a heavy looking weight. “Don't be alarmed Eight. The weight only serves to loosen and tear the muscles in your tongue. It is mostly painless and has rid you of the ability to speak. This will also make eating very difficult, and you will be doing a lot of that. But fret not, I have thought of everything” the voice beamed, and the familiar humming brought Alyssa closer to the mirrored wall. She tried to blink the tears from her eyes, but her stubborn lids were beyond her control. She focused hard on her stomach and noticed a long, ridged hose seemingly connecting to a valve just north east of her navel. “This tube will ensure your body gets all the nutrient it needs. What you will be eating tastes positively rancid, but lucky for you, you won't taste a drop. You will ingest pounds of this aromatic mixture daily. You will grow, and once you've met your minimum weight, we will begin Phase Two. I promise you Eight, by the time we part ways, you'll be begging you to let you stay here with me. You'll look back on this time and yearn for it. Now get some rest, tomorrow we begin.” Alyssa's thought slowed to a crawl, she could feel her mind grow hazy and slip into the cold black of sleep.	„

	“	A rich father of two adoring girls(one nerdy fourteen-year-old with a gothic-punk image about her, the other a stuck-up seventeen-year-old who's a cheerleader because stereotypes), recently got remarried(his first wife dying four years ago) to a gold-digger who sees the girls as hindrances to her investments(namely the man's money). The man dies in a car-crash a few months after the marriage, and the gold-digger starts enforcing certain rules upon the daughters after the will's hearing. One stipend of her getting all of the man's money and property was that she'd always look after his daughters, and to give them most of it when they move out on their own. Seeing the amount of money she'd lose when they would move out, she hatches a scheme to fatten the girls up till they could never leave their rooms, let alone the mansion. The oldest tries to rebel against it, as their type in this story tends to, but the younger one takes to the copious amounts of greasy, fattening junk food and the secretly enforced sedentary life-style with glee. The way I see this going is that the young girls are steadily fattened up(with maybe a little force-feeding with the older sister), and the gold-digger slowly succumbs to the temptation of all the fatty foods around her.	„

	“	Lunchtime at school- the last time for a while, thank goodness. It's the last day of school before break. Not a half-day like every other fucking school in our area, but a whole day. No worries, it's the last time I'll have to get frustrated over that. It's been a little less than a month since Katie and I started going out, and David is just now starting to get used to that. He's eased up and is about as comfortable as he's always been with us. He definitely is not as comfortable with my weight gain, though. I see him sneaking curious peeks at my larger form from time to time. Just like everyone else in this school. I can understand, it's pretty interesting. Stuff like this doesn't usually happen. Maybe they're admiring my new wardrobe instead. Hah. Last weekend was when I went out alone to get some new clothes for myself. I hadn't checked my weight since Thanksgiving, but I had been eating even more during the night than I had before Thanksgiving and things were not going well in the clothing department. You know you need new clothes when your underwear doesn't even over your ass anymore. My favorite fat fetish pictures were always the ones where a girl was wearing underwear she had grown too fat for, and they were riding up their ass-crack like a thong and causing some obvious overhang. It's not all it's cracked up to be. If you're a dude whose ass just won't stop growing and your underwear-of-choice is the boxer brief, the wake-up call comes when there's a good half-inch of your ass crack showing on top of the waistband, with fat bulging out, and another half inch underneath also bulging, forming the crease onto your definitely thicker thighs. Katie looks great today. Happier than I've seen her in a while. I'm grateful for the half of her lunch that she's letting me eat. What I'm used to packing for myself hasn't been enough lately. I mean, it's been enough, but it doesn't get me full. Even after I added more items to my lunch. So on days when Katie gives me a little extra, I'm always grateful. She's given me a lot today, a whole serving of beef stew. It's not hot, so I down it pretty quickly- and that sends me over the edge. My stomach is pushing out, testing my button. Dammit, I just bought these. With the full stomach comes the erection. Luckily I am tucked under a table and we still have, looks like ten more minutes of lunch. Enough to calm down. Am I going to need to go up another pair? I bought a set of mediums for myself last weekend when I went out. Those changing rooms forced me to examine myself. I try not to as much because it ruins the fun for me when things catch me unawares. I wore my track pants to a nearby clothing strip mall and a large church-volunteer work shirt I had been wearing too often during the break. My track pants are stretchy and I felt like a god damn college girl squeezed into yoga pants. They were tight everywhere from the thigh up. They pinched in around my crotch, framing my penis easily if I wasn't careful. It made my belly overhang slightly- just to the drawstring. It doesn't do that unless I'm wearing something tight. I'm not THAT fat. But mostly, it rode the hell out of my ass. I'm glad I wore that large shirt, because I'm sure at least part of my ass-crack would be visible if it wasn't covered. It was the changing room that made me confront my body. I had grabbed a bunch of mediums to try on, the next step up from my usual small. After peeling off my track pants in the changing room, the first thing I noticed was my ass. Jesus Chrsit, it's getting big. Sure it poked out a little more, but just slightly, ever so slightly, it was wider, spreading out No longer large and round, but just large. In each check, in asymmetric spots, there is a tiny dimple (it looks like a pockmark) that rests in the bottom outside corner. The rest of my body would not be ignored- I can't just focus on my ass. My ignorance is not strong enough in a well-let mirrored habitat. Everything is softer. heavier. My arms are ever so slightly softer. It just feels like more skin, but I know it's fat. My chest, same story. My stomach has grown, mostly in the lower part of my gut, where I let my bloated distended stomach hang when I stuff myself like the pig I am nearly every night. It has spread up my torso slightly, too. So now there's a little soft something under my little soft chest. Mediums fit snug, but not tight. Today, Mediums fit tight. I realize that going back over how my body looks to everyone in this cafeteria and how fucking fat I've become has not helped it suppressing my erection. Oh well. I scratch under my chin and find that my skin has more leeway there. No way am I fat enough for it to show in my face. Show, not feel. Show, not feel. Hah, that does it. I've made up my mind. It's what occupies my mind all day anyway. I scoot my chair out and utter an excuse me to my friend and girlfriend. I can feel eyes on my ass and my erection in my pants as I head towards the bathroom. This'll be quick.	„

	“	There was once a boy called Adam. Adam was a happy boy but there was one problem; he was too skinny. Adam had to do lots of sport and eat healthy food, but secretly he wished that he could eat junk food and watch TV all day. He wanted to get so chubby he couldn't see his toes, and so big he couldn't fit in the shower. He wanted to be the biggest boy in school. One day he decided to ask his mother. “Mom, would you still love me if I was bigger than an elephant?” His mother smiled, “Of course.” “What about if I was heavier than a truck?” His mother giggled, “Well of course I would.” “What about if I was greedier than a pig?” His mother laughed, “Oh honey! I will always love you. Even if you were the size of a house!” And with that, Adam knew that he should follow his dreams. Adam told the other boys at school what he wanted to do. He said that when he was plump they could feel his fat whenever they wanted. Some of them thought it was funny, some of them thought it was gross, and some of them were just facinated. He asked if they would give him half their lunches and ten of the boys agreed. This meant that Adam would be eating six lunches everyday.	„

	“	I've kind of turned myself on by getting so much hate from 4chan/IRL/reddit etc by being fat. I just imagine tying down this lewd, awful person who hates me so much because of my gut. Tying them down to a nice black table, completely naked except for those lovely black leather cuffs and that stunning black leather gag. To finally shut them up, of course. I don't want them distracting me. That doesn't stop them, though. Shooting daggers at me, eyes burning hot with hatred, the disgust evident clearly in them. I sit down within plain view of them, just beside the tale on a couch, a small table set with a delightful spread for my gorging feast. KFC, as it's the messiest, greasiest and the most hands on of the takeaways. I get stuck in, making a huge show of how much I love it, moaning and squirming with delight, taking joy in how they have to look away least they retch. Their throbbing erection lie. It's a mess, chicken skins and coleslaw everywhere, gravy stuck to my chin and breasts. once I'm finished I stand and walk to them, the lack of pleasurable feasting moans gaining their attention as they think their nightmare might be over. Their sight is blocked when I drop my fat, hanging gut flap over their face, smothering their eyes as my hand grasps at their cock, my fat fingers fiddling with their thick, hot length, stroking them off with the help of the KFC grease still staining my fingers. They cum quickly.	„

	“	I had been watching her since she’d entered the club, completely enraptured by her every movement. The friend who’d dragged me here had already left with some tipsy girl wrapped around her arm, and unless I felt like standing in the rain waiting for the bus, I had been left with nothing to do but wait grumpily near the bar wishing I’d brought enough money for another drink to pass the time. My friend had said this club was a sure bet, that she never failed to find a cute girl to take home and that I would have no trouble doing the same. But it seemed the only way to meet anyone was to go out on the dancefloor and grind against them; the music was certainly too loud to try to strike up a conversation, even if I had seen someone I liked. The truth was, I found myself drawn to women on the larger side, and although I’m sure they were lovely people, I just wasn’t interested in any of the women here. I was leaning against the wall, checking my phone when she strutted in. Taller than the bouncer and at least three times as wide, each confident stride her thick-heeled boots took sent a mesmerising ripple through the bulging flesh of her thighs, which were tightly wrapped in a pair of fishnet stockings and barely covered by a very short pair of leather shorts. Draped over her shoulders was a very loose black singlet with a skull and crossbones design on it, but the bones seemed to resemble a knife and fork. The arm holes nearly reached the bottom of the singlet, and beneath her meaty but well-muscled arms I could make out a grey strapless halter top wrapped tightly around her generous bosom, pushing it up so that everyone could get a good view of her cleavage through the deep neckline. She cut through the crowd of people, heading straight for the bar, and bent over to lean on it as she waited to be served. I worried she’d feel my gaze burning a hole through her shorts like a laser, so powerful was my focus on the round expanse of her rear as it wriggled slightly as she downed her three glasses like they were shots. The music pounded in my ears nearly as much as my own heartbeat when she whipped around and I got my first look at her pale, round face and cheeky, devious grin. Her complexion was flawless, not a single mark or blemish, which drew more attention to the bright sapphire nose stud. She brushed a strand of hair from her eyes as she surveyed the dance floor, tucking it back into place in the tight bob that framed her chubby features, jet black except for a streak of neon blue which matched her piercing. The right spot having revealed itself to her, she made her way under one of the spotlights and quickly carved out a space. She received a couple of annoyed or disgusted looks from the other dancers as she used her bulk to clear out the space in the spotlight, but it was obvious she didn’t care; she was going to be the centre of attention in this corner of the dance floor and there was nothing they could do about it. I checked my phone again, not out of boredom this time, but wanting to know how long I could spend admiring this beauty before the last bus would arrive, and to my horror, discovered I’d only have fifteen minutes of covert appreciation before I would need to leave. Putting my phone away and resuming my ogling. I considered joining her, but I didn’t know the first thing about dancing and would no doubt look like an idiot as I tripped over myself. I didn’t trust myself not to become utterly tongue tied if I actually did manage to talk to her. As she danced, I got to admire every curve on her body, from the graceful roundness of her thick neck, to a few brief glances through the holes in her singlet at the rolls of her love handles, she was simply stunning from head to toe, but what grabbed my attention most of all was her belly. It didn’t jut out crudely like a beachball, yet it was unmistakably massive. Poking out from under the singlet from time to time as she danced, I could see it lap over the waistline of her shorts, and catching a brief, tantalising glance at her deep navel whenever she raised her arms up as she moved to the music. When she bent over to shake her booty, time seemed to slow as the two mountainous globes crashed into each other beneath the tight leather fabric of her shorts. That’s when it happened. She straightened up slightly, turned her head to the side, and looking me dead in the eye, winked. My mouth went dry and my stomach filled with butterflies, how long had she known I was watching her? I felt the urge to run away, but it swiftly vanished as she turned to face me and I found myself locked in place by her piercing, blue eyes. She approached me, very slowly, dancing her way across the room and seeming to take me on a tour of her body. She jiggled her chest, ran her hands over her buttocks and even grabbed a handful of soft belly flab and gave it a hearty squeeze as she approached. I was stunned like a deer in headlights as she finally reached the patch of wall I had been leaning against and planted her hand on it by my ear, towering over me. “You like what you see, don’t you?” she said, panting slightly. “Well, erm, yes, I do.” I said meekly, I didn’t even think about denying it. “Thought so.” she smiled, “I could practically smell you drooling from the other side of the room, not that I blame you.” “I’m sorry.” I apologised reflexively. “Nothing to be sorry about, I wouldn’t be showing off if I didn’t want to be noticed. So why’re you still standing over here? Got a broken leg or something?” “No, it’s just that I need to catch a bus soon and-” “Do you really ‘need’ to catch that bus?” she interrupted, stepping in closer, eclipsing the lights from the dance floor as she lowered her head to whisper into my ear. “Because unless I’m very much mistaken, your body is telling you that you ‘need’ to come and dance with me.” I let out a surprised gasp as she suddenly cupped my genitals. She grinned as she gave me a hard squeeze, watching with amusement as my knees twitched and I nearly crumpled at her expert touch. Before I had a chance to regain my balance, she had grabbed my hand and was pulling me onto the dance floor. That was the point when I realised I was definitely going to miss my bus.	„

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Enter the Whale Life About missing Pics

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  Sexy whale mating ritual.
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  Productive use of a whale's milk.
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  Harpoonable whale detected.
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  Willing to do shoot the Harpoons.

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  A girl who's well known on the site.
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  A girl who's well known all over the world.
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  How BBWhales use keyboards.
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  The queen of queening. As well as face crushing.
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  Some just take it too far. This is quite obviously disgusting.
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  Girlvinyl on a her new diet.
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  It hungers.
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  You get big tits along with big everything else for your money.
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  The proper build of beer maidens.
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  Epic win.
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  Big Bad End Boss of Phat.（ﾟДﾟ)
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  Big Bad End Boss of Phat's Minion. Much more socially acceptable.
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  The Human-sized BBW Pear. B& from BBWChan. ;_;
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  ~fap fap fap~
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  Are you sick for liking this? The answer is, yes.
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  Resident camwhore Asher, who was later chased off for being a cocktease.
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  Newest addition to the camwhores. BBWChan's latest crush. As in, this woman will sit on you and crush you.
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  There needs to be a special oven for fat furfags.

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Some memorable threads About missing Pics

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  Brian Peppers delivers.
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  Brian Peppers trolls.
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  HAHAHA
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  'Did I really get that flat?'

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