<2022-09-11T00:55:19.000Z> Tactical: mmm
<2022-09-11T00:55:28.000Z> Tactical: >I am once again writing about fat hellwans
<2022-09-11T01:03:53.000Z> DaveHolland attached file https://i.poastcdn.org/6ab54b135dee1302b34c414510bcd45553ec1092c9026e21db920e14f233c5ae.jpg
<2022-09-11T01:05:17.000Z> DaveHolland: New idea: fellow veteran hellhound settles down to a housewife lifestyle. Her battle scars only make her plump body even more beautiful and mesmerizing to her husband
<2022-09-11T01:05:57.000Z> DaveHolland: Used to think they ruined her beauty but anon proves that wrong, especially after the 10th impregnation
<2022-09-11T01:10:13.000Z> Tactical: elftummy has given me a feeder fetish that fucking nigger
<2022-09-11T01:11:37.000Z> DaveHolland: Speaking of that nigger, ask him if he can unblock me, his taste is too based for one hellthread to stop communicating
<2022-09-11T01:13:33.000Z> DaveHolland: Also, feeding your hellhound wife than making her wear her incredibly unfitting high school uniform 😍 https://i.poastcdn.org/50a548f68bc965c4ebadf1f9d65f2e4040bf5edd89c375deee1c64212dd4fa33.jpg
<2022-09-11T01:14:46.000Z> Tactical: I let him know but he probably won't unblock you
<2022-09-11T01:16:16.000Z> DaveHolland: Damn, your hellhound flavor of chubby chasing is keeping me grounded on Poast then 🥲
<2022-09-11T01:16:56.000Z> Tactical: I very rarely write smut but
<2022-09-11T01:17:08.000Z> Tactical: BUT
<2022-09-11T01:19:23.000Z> DaveHolland: Yeah? 👀
<2022-09-11T01:19:24.000Z> Tactical: really chubby hellwans does something for me
<2022-09-11T01:19:57.000Z> DaveHolland: To be a bit lewd how you feel about bellyjobs? 
<2022-09-11T01:25:32.000Z> Tactical: My hellhound wife was interesting. She was at first your normal hellhound wife - a complete gym rat, fixated on having as many kids as possible, and having love with me. Then, something happened. Not too long after we married, she started pumping out kids - stopped going to the gym - started ordering out more and more. That was fine - she was a great mother. Hell, within the first year of being married, we had over a dozen kids running around the home, and she spent most of her time with them, corraling them and taking care of them.The requests started innocently enough - she'd call me after I got off work, and ask for some food from a drive through. Dinner was the only time we really saw each other - the kids were a full time hassle, my work was distracting, and we were both too busy to fix something on our own. As the months went  by of this - she started changing, more and more.She got heavier - though she refused to admit it. That sweater she loved wearing ever since we married, a nice beige color - got more and more tight around her belly and bosom. Her sweatpants became more and more tight - as her hips expanded. She refused to acknowledge the fact she was lactating too, making her sweater always soaked through. She brushed it off though - saying it really wasn't anything to worry about.She was wrong. Gradually, her requests for fast food takeout became larger and more expensive. Hell, I only really realized she had a problem when she ordered four huge burgers, with a pound of meat on them, and two large orders of fries. All for her to scarf it down in an afternoon like it was nothing. I couldn't help but notice the love-handles and the fact her belly was slightly showing, in that tight sweater of hers. I made sure to keep my mouth shut - but it was getting harder and harder to do.I tried at first to put her on a diet. I put her on a diet plan - ordered those special meals you prepare at home, but it ended with disaster on the first day. She ate five entire meals in one sitting, and when I came home she was laying on the couch - and demanded a belly rub. Her fat tummy was huge at this point, and she loved to be touch there. That tail - which looked pretty huge in the beginning, was gradually looking smaller and smaller compared to the tall, pudgy hellhound I'd married. She could sit down - and that fluffy tail of hers would be squished under her massive rear end. She would turn over in the middle of the belly rub, that fat stomach of hers causing the couch to creek audibly - rubbing herself up against it as she began to sit up.Her sweatpants audibly groaned - sliding down and revealing her huge, ashen ass. That  tail tucked between her cheeks looked small in comparison. She began to sit up - her butt displayed to me as she was ignorant to how wide she'd gotten. She was easily around 260 pounds - and those tight fitting clothes weren't exactly built for how wide she'd gotten."Hon, why don't we go for a walk?" She said eagerly. I agreed - she could stand to lose some weight after all, and we didn't really get a chance to eat together, so we both went outside. Holding hands, she walked alongside me. She wasn't the intimidating gym rat I married - now looking more like a soft, gentle mother that was a bit too addicted to eating diet food. A neighbor walked by - and asked when she was due, and she just smiled."Oh, soon... As soon as me and my husband get to bed!" She said, smiling. The neighbor seemed a bit shocked, and as we walked down - she realized what she said."Did she call me fat?" My wife said aloud, suddenly turning angry. I quickly apologized for the lady, saying that she was pregnant so much, that she probably just assumed that was the case. She calmed down, but she kept a tight grip on my hand - and we kept walking...
<2022-09-11T01:25:43.000Z> Tactical: I'll let you decide what happens next or whatever
<2022-09-11T01:34:38.000Z> DaveHolland: (Hmmm perhaps Anon uses the master reboot switch to distract his angry wife: Those milky nipples. Giving a "accidental" grope on one of her sweatered puppies, both her tits and sexual needs are now a faucet that can't stop. Forgetting that lady easily now it's anon's task to satisfy his milk-heavy plump sex-fiend MILF hellhound) 
<2022-09-11T01:43:08.000Z> Tactical: I decided to distract her a little bit - under that sweater of hers, was a master reboot switch. My wife's milky nipples were the perfect play, as I groped her sideboob, squeezing. She froze up - panting immediately and groaning. Her sweater, already a little bit wet - became quickly soggy."O-out here? Anon..." She said - grabbing my other arm, and forcing me to squeeze both her tits. She practically took me down behind a row of bushes beside our neighbor's house, and she laid on the ground as her sweater became more and more soaked and wet to touch - a milky stain forming on the fabric. She moaned, and she begged for more, as I kept groping and squeezing her large, round tits. She was hot and wet, and she kept gasping and moaning as I touched her. I could feel her nipples, hard and erect, through her sweater, and I couldn't resist - I slid her sweater down, beginning to suck on her tits.She groaned happily, rubbing my head. Milk poured out quickly - I was forced to take gulps of her sweet white dairy down, as her other tit flooded the grass beside us. A pool of dairy formed below her, and soon, she slid her sweatpants down. She wasn't wearing any panties - already wet to the touch, and before I could say anything, we began to fuck out in the open, in my neighbor's lawn.By the time the lady came back, my wife - with her surprising amount of weight, had flipped me over, and was ontop of me, basically forcing me to impregnate her multiple times. We were quickly shoo'd off our neighbor's lawn, back to our home - both of us a dripping, dirty mess.From there, things only took a worse turn...
<2022-09-11T01:43:14.000Z> Tactical: (What happens next?)
<2022-09-11T01:57:17.000Z> Tactical: oh yeah, Elftummy denied to unblock you
<2022-09-11T01:59:07.000Z> DaveHolland: (It's the weekend, kids are everywhere within the house and outside having their hellhound kit energies amount of fun. While the couple somehow prevent a scaring image for any of their kids, there was only place they are able to hide their dishelveled and torn clothed sex-stained bodies: master bathroom. And with a still horny hellhound wife clawing those pants to come off again, Anon turns on the shower waters to mask the scent and sounds of their extreme lovemaking.) 
<2022-09-11T01:59:30.000Z> DaveHolland: (Welp that sucks, thanks for asking though) 
<2022-09-11T02:00:19.000Z> Tactical: i can add that last part as an addendum but I'm thinking on escalating fat content
<2022-09-11T02:01:58.000Z> DaveHolland: (Belly jobs? 👀) 
<2022-09-11T02:02:12.000Z> Tactical: Perhaps
<2022-09-11T02:03:13.000Z> Tactical: how about a suggestion for weight gain and proceeding with a belly job?
<2022-09-11T02:05:47.000Z> DaveHolland: (Hellhound wife pins her husband against the wall and grinds her plump, sweaty belly against his member till he busts multiple times. As a "revenge" after confessing he was purposely encouraging her fattening.) 
<2022-09-11T02:15:09.000Z> Tactical: From there, things only took a worse turn... The kids are thankfully out in the backyard playing, and Anon's hellhound wife drags him to the master bathroom - pinning him against the wall, licking her lips. He looks down at her, her massive, pudgy stomach of hers, pushing against him."Such a good boy... A roll in the dirt and your still ready to go, aren't you?" She says, and she begins to rub her big belly, her fat jiggling as she does so. She rubs it up against him - guiding his dick ontop of her chubby belly as she begins to smush it around her fat, pleasuring him."You want me this fat, don't you? You look at me like I'm a fat cut of meat..." She says, licking Anon's face as her sweaty tummy grinds against his dick. "I've got to do something about this, I know... I'm just so damn horny... After this... We'll do a weight-loss program, hon..." She says, moaning, as her hands push his head against her tummy, coated in layers of milk and cum. He's helpless as he's drained dry, his hellhound wife coated with cum all over her - and having been milked successfully dry.She picks him up, taking him to the shower - he's practically unconscious and dazed from how exhausted he is from lovemaking, and she lets warm water clean both of them, as she has a grin on her face, kissing Anon right on the nose."...We haven't fucked like that in ages... Y'know, I can already feel another eight kids on the way..." She says, licking the cum off of his face. "It's gonna be so good to lose this weight... You know how much it bothers me when I have to squeeze into a pair of pants..." She says, pressing him against her belly...---A week goes by. Anon's hellhound wife has only escalated their lovemaking - every night when he comes home, he does so with a bag of fast food to his wife's delight, and not too long after putting the kids to bed - some of the best sex in his life follows. The mattress has to be completely replaced, being "water-damaged" by his wife's milk and the amount of cum that has permanently stained the mattress. His wife's become more and more dependent on ordering out more and more food...
<2022-09-11T02:15:33.000Z> Tactical: (You may determine how fat she gets, what happens next / any scenario you want)
<2022-09-11T02:38:17.000Z> DaveHolland: (Not only does the size of her tits, belly and ass rival anon's torso, but something strange about Hellhound geneitics increases her frame to Amazonian proportions, now dwarfing anon at 8ft. tall. Somehow getting to this super-fat level has only made her stronger, able to hold up her husband's full weight with one hand alone. She often shoves his smaller frame between her massive tits, trapping him to take the poor drained human male for more super-monster-girl snu-snu on the 4th bed that month.)
<2022-09-11T02:39:46.000Z> Tactical: Increase milk level?
<2022-09-11T02:41:07.000Z> DaveHolland: (Incredibly, if they don't use the bathtub, milk-floods ruin the floors)
<2022-09-11T02:41:42.000Z> Tactical: how much food
<2022-09-11T02:43:46.000Z> DaveHolland: (Food deliveries are brought to the front door of their house almost like sacrifices to a hungry dragon, poor delivery-boys and girls scrambling to run so the Hellhound inside doesn't mistake them for the pallet of stacked various fatty foods from 10+ restaurants)
<2022-09-11T02:44:57.000Z> Tactical: ...Manners?
<2022-09-11T02:46:34.000Z> DaveHolland: (If it's not the incredible amounts of milk or sweat, the second most common lube for the rutting couple is the ungodly amounts of grease and mayo that makes those fatty curves incredible to thrust between)
<2022-09-11T02:46:41.000Z> DaveHolland: (So a very unclean eater)
<2022-09-11T02:47:18.000Z> Tactical: I rarely write smut but damn this shit is rocking
<2022-09-11T02:49:42.000Z> DaveHolland: She's such a glutton that while she casually hotdogs her massive ass around anon's cock she is face-deep inside a super-duper-sized KFC bucket (A size brought only from the very scary demands of a ravenous monster girl)
<2022-09-11T02:50:15.000Z> DaveHolland: It's silly calling it a bucket though, it's more like a barrel of fried goodies
<2022-09-11T02:57:57.000Z> Tactical: Belly sounds?
<2022-09-11T02:58:04.000Z> Tactical: Y/N
<2022-09-11T02:58:27.000Z> DaveHolland: Not a fan, no
<2022-09-11T02:58:32.000Z> Tactical: K
<2022-09-11T02:58:55.000Z> DaveHolland: The sounds of her weight testing the foundations of furniture and house as a whole: YES
<2022-09-11T03:13:39.000Z> Tactical: Over the following days - her massive diet grows more and more. She grows from 300 pounds to easily around 500 pounds. Within a week, she has to go up a size - but that's not all. She physically grows too. Becoming nearly eight feet tall by the end of the week. She could crush a man under her sweaty, fatty ass. Her sweatpant-covered thighs easily could crush a watermelon between them. Anon is in love with her fatty body - bringing home more and more food. His whole car gets filled with nearly fourteen whole bags of delicious fried food for her, which is just a simple lunch for her at this point. Getting home with dinner, and opening the door and having to bring each bag inside one at a time - his hellhound wife smiles. Half of the entire couch is basically underneath her huge, sweaty ass - the cushions permanently marked by her sweat and what milk droplets have gotten down to it. With surprising speed, she grabs a whole bag of burgers, tearing the wrappers off and leaving them wherever - shoving burger after burger into her ravenous mouth. Ketchup and barbeque sauce drip onto her fatty folds, lubing them up. The rest drip onto her musky t-shirt, permanently stained by sauces and grease. The first bag is done in a matter of seconds - and she wipes her claws off on her shirt, digging into the second one like a starving pig.Anon watches as she devours bag after bag of food - he gets behind her, looking at her huge ass. The sweatpants don't even fit around it at this point, and he begins to hotdig against it - there's just enough room between the top of the couch and her ass that he can do it. She barely even cares - more fixated on eating all the food in front of her.As he ruts against her, she notices a wet feeling on her ass that isn't sweat - and while she's holding two burgers in her hand, she looks back with a grin - her tiny tail flicking back and forth as he hotdogs against her."Good boy... Mhmh... Let's take this to the... Let's go to the bedroom..." She says, scarfing a burger down and getting up - the couch creeking auspiciously. Grabbing her hand, he takes her inside the bedroom. The living room looks like a disaster zone, with wrappers, sauce, and bodily fluid all over the floor. The kids are fortunate - having been put to bed, but even they wake up when they hear their mother hitting the bed with a hearty impact.What follows is a night to remember - Anon begins to fuck her wildly. Every bit of sauce and grease in those fatty folds is used as lube in nearly every spot he can. Between breaks, she orders Doordash and whole pizzas - deliverymen scurrying to the front door. She eats burger after burger between - and during lovemaking. A whole pizza gets scarfed down by her with little effort. A delay comes up for an order - and she's hungry enough to take Anon's dick in her mouth as a "snack" between meals. He's so turned on - he can't hold back - and cumming down her throat. The fat hellhound loves it, and both of their loving making goes throughout the night...They have to eventually take the last part to the bathroom - her fat milkers being even merely squeezed cause a flood capable of clogging the bathtub drain. She loves every second of Anon's hands squeezing her nipples - drinking her milk. She wants more and more - multiple gallons go down the drain, a veritable milk bath being drained into the city's sewer system.Eventually, both of them pass out in the bathtub, exhausted.---The hellhound's head scrapes against the ceiling, as she waddles to the kitchen. Her beloved is asleep on the ground, as she carefully avoids crushing him, barely squeezing out of the bathroom. Her huge tummy nearly knocks the table over, but she ignores it, beginning to make breakfast for the kids and her beloved... The tiny little pancakes flip back and forth - and she licks her lips. Even last night's feast wasn't enough for her...
<2022-09-11T03:13:55.000Z> Tactical: (You may suggest what happens next.)
<2022-09-11T03:14:16.000Z> DaveHolland: (After reading this I'm probably gonna pass out, sorry. This has been awesome though)
<2022-09-11T03:14:38.000Z> Tactical: sure thing, you can suggest whatever tommorow assuming I'm still writing / in the right mood
<2022-09-11T03:14:46.000Z> DaveHolland: gotcha
<2022-09-11T03:15:11.000Z> Tactical: hm
<2022-09-11T03:15:51.000Z> Tactical: I like where this is going and I almost want to ask for just one last suggestion b4 passing out
<2022-09-11T03:15:57.000Z> DaveHolland: go ahead
<2022-09-11T03:17:00.000Z> Tactical: She's about 800 pnds and 8 feet tall. Should she keep growing / getting fatter, or shift to something in public / a date?
<2022-09-11T03:18:35.000Z> DaveHolland: Beach episode perhaps? While it may not be needed given her species name, she quite loves the feeling of her hubby coating her entire body with gooey-lube-like sunblock. Under every inch and fold)
<2022-09-11T03:18:50.000Z> Tactical: perfect
<2022-09-11T03:19:05.000Z> Tactical: so not getting fatter / larger, this is good for now?
<2022-09-11T03:19:49.000Z> DaveHolland: I like this size for now
<2022-09-11T03:20:08.000Z> Tactical: ok, I'll go with a date on the beach, even more messy eating, and her being more and more of a glutton
<2022-09-11T03:22:05.000Z> DaveHolland: Ice cream is perfect for such a sunny hot place, making quite the delicious meal for anon as a lot of it inevitably covers those massive titties. Followed by giving them his own version of "whipped cream".
<2022-09-11T03:23:05.000Z> Tactical: fuck now I have to figure out how an 800 pound, 8ft tall hellhound is gonna get to the beach
<2022-09-11T03:25:32.000Z> DaveHolland: I'm too sleepy to think of a way right now lol
<2022-09-11T03:25:39.000Z> Tactical: no worries
<2022-09-11T03:25:43.000Z> Tactical: the degeneracy will continue tommorow
<2022-09-11T03:26:53.000Z> DaveHolland: Noice, have a good rest of your evening
<2022-09-11T03:33:03.000Z> Tactical: hm
<2022-09-11T03:33:05.000Z> Tactical: last question I swaer
<2022-09-11T03:33:16.000Z> DaveHolland: Sure
<2022-09-11T03:33:17.000Z> Tactical: public or keep it somewhat private?
<2022-09-11T03:33:33.000Z> DaveHolland: It seems my degeneracy has creeped into your thinking lol
<2022-09-11T03:33:46.000Z> Tactical: a scene calls for something rather public and it may stem from there
<2022-09-11T03:34:28.000Z> Tactical: She's a glutton without manners so I've kind of written her a bit more forward than usual
<2022-09-11T03:34:57.000Z> DaveHolland: Hmmm, I'd like public, the sheer sight of this plump fertility hound-goddess in a barely covering bikini gulping down ice-cream while her fat milky titties are being titfucked by her human husband)
<2022-09-11T03:35:14.000Z> Tactical: good choice
<2022-09-11T03:36:07.000Z> DaveHolland: "Oh no hubby I spilled so much of my ice cream, I'm such a bad doggy~" *wobble wobble* https://i.poastcdn.org/e3f1d800cc38c52f0a319550cc2ea63bf16cc8b13cd1b021b049a9c907c397ea.gif
<2022-09-11T03:38:17.000Z> Tactical: The hellhound's head scrapes against the ceiling, as she waddles to the kitchen. Her beloved is asleep on the ground, as she carefully avoids crushing him, barely squeezing out of the bathroom. Her huge tummy nearly knocks the table over, but she ignores it, beginning to make breakfast for the kids and her beloved... The tiny little pancakes flip back and forth - and she licks her lips. Even last night's feast wasn't enough for her, her stomach rumbling as she just sighs. The kids run into the room - giving their big, fat mom a hug as everyone settles down for breakfast. She's nice enough to bring her husband some pancakes too, as both of them settle down...He surprises him, letting her know that he wants to take her on a date to the beach. The hellhound seems excited - and Anon nervously gets the truck ready for carrying an extra large load to the beach...---The kids are excited to go to the beach. Anon's hellhound wife is in the back of the truck, weighing it down as they drive. Thoughts go through his head for what they'll do down there, and what will happen. Hopefully nothing too bad, or serious. Right?Getting to the beach is simple. Offloading his hellhound wife is difficult - her paw leaves an imprint on the ground, visibly tearing up earth as they get out. The kids are sent to collect rocks along the shore and be careful, while Anon and his wife get ready for the beach. She's dressed in a very tight black bikini - tight enough to stop her nipples from leaking too much in order to stop any swimsuit destruction. Her panties barely fit around her waist - her ass covered by  a tiny piece of string that doesn't even hide her pussy or asscrack fully. But - she's on a mission, when she spots an ice cream cart.She stomps on over - towering over the cart. Plopping a handful of dollars - she gets every little bit of ice cream she can out of the stand, as Anon is summoned over and the ice cream cart clerk is sent away - Anon forced to shove handful after handful of ice cream into his wife's maw until she's happy. Ice cream falls out of the scooper onto her thighs, or her tummy - she wiggles a little bit, from how cold it is. Some even gets right on her bikini - and she smiles, looking at him lustfully once the cart runs out.Before he can react - the hellhound tramples the cart over, pinning him to the sand and with one claw - pulling his pants down. Sucking him off in public, without hesitation. Soon she lets go after a mouthful of cum - and cum splatters all over her bikini and tummy, staining it white. She doesn't care - just looking satisified for the moment as shocked onlookers and monstergirls look at this plump fertility goddess just fucking her mate without regard for others in public."Oh no... I spilled some of my ice cream... I'm such a bad dog, master..." She says, her claw scraping up a bit of cum that Anon got on her bikini - and licking it up without hesitation. Her husband shoots another load - getting all over her left side, in her fat folds as she smiles at the crowd...
<2022-09-11T03:38:32.000Z> Tactical: (How does this go / escalate?)
<2022-09-11T03:40:04.000Z> DaveHolland: Time for a new batch of puppies to be made right then and there
<2022-09-11T03:43:33.000Z> Tactical: how many more kids
<2022-09-11T03:43:36.000Z> Tactical: last question I swear
<2022-09-11T03:43:43.000Z> Tactical: just putting this in notes
<2022-09-11T03:44:47.000Z> DaveHolland: At this point I think they should start thinking about moving to a rural estate, that 20+ rapidly turning into 50+. 
<2022-09-11T03:51:02.000Z> Tactical: "Oh no... I spilled some of my ice cream... I'm such a bad dog, master..." She says, her claw scraping up a bit of cum that Anon got on her bikini - and licking it up without hesitation. Her husband shoots another load - getting all over her left side, in her fat folds as she smiles at the crowd... Already turned on - her pussy is dripping out liquid all over the sand, like a gushing flood as she crouches over anon - ripping her panties off and getting penetrated by Anon who's unable to resist, as she rapes him in public. Cum coats her thighs and pussy, as she eagerly tries to get impregnated off Anon's cock..."C'mon, husband... I need more of that sweet, sweet cum of yours..." She moans loudly, for everyone on the beach to hear as she ravages her husband. He's unable to resist as a crowd is just plain-out shocked by this show of debauchery on the beach. After easily twenty minutes of being pinned down and penetrating his wife, she gets off him - slowly putting her panties on. They're practically stained white at this point, as she helps Anon up. He looks drained - she's covered with various liquids, not exactly caring. People just avoid them - as the couple continue - spotting a hot dog contest further down the beach, and what looks like a weightlifting gym.(What happens next?)
<2022-09-11T03:51:22.000Z> Tactical: night
<2022-09-11T03:51:30.000Z> DaveHolland: night
<2022-09-11T03:55:45.000Z> Tactical: >tfw no huge, 800lb gluttonous eater, cum-covered hellhound wife who doesn't care
<2022-09-11T03:56:55.000Z> DaveHolland: So lust-craved that she can rip through steel armor to get to that dick
<2022-09-11T03:57:00.000Z> DaveHolland: with her jaws
<2022-09-11T03:57:09.000Z> Tactical: >give her food of any kind>immediately ready to rape Anon
<2022-09-11T03:57:33.000Z> Tactical: >covered with sauces / grease>doesn't care>wants to be coated with cum from her husband as his "Sauce"
<2022-09-11T03:57:56.000Z> DaveHolland: Breakfast in bed with a side of husband-rape
<2022-09-11T04:03:07.000Z> Tactical: i am scared to see what lustful scenario happens next with the two but i am exhausted and must sleep
<2022-09-11T04:17:42.000Z> DaveHolland: Same
<2022-09-11T14:28:51.000Z> Tactical: >no big tiddy hellwan wife who loves to eat food and suck you off as a desert
<2022-09-11T14:28:52.000Z> Tactical: upsetting
<2022-09-11T14:32:32.000Z> DaveHolland: Truly
<2022-09-11T14:36:06.000Z> Tactical: anyways let me know when you want to continue
<2022-09-11T14:39:28.000Z> DaveHolland: Still waking up right now but hopefully soon I will
<2022-09-11T15:15:34.000Z> Tactical: >get publically raped by hellwan wife>she's lost all sense of public decency>demands rape / cuddles at her slightest whimso true
<2022-09-11T15:52:52.000Z> DaveHolland: >Try having a casual conversation with your friends
<2022-09-11T15:53:03.000Z> DaveHolland: >Hellhound wife won't stop sucking your cock
<2022-09-11T15:53:18.000Z> DaveHolland: That's what you get for not getting 3rd lunch
<2022-09-11T16:57:36.000Z> Tactical: need!
<2022-09-11T16:59:28.000Z> Tactical: >in the middle of parent-student councilor
<2022-09-11T17:00:21.000Z> DaveHolland: >Teachers try to tell you how much of a chaotic bunch your kids are in the classroom>Can't concentrate when your wife is making more kids with you under the table
<2022-09-11T17:01:12.000Z> Tactical: >talking about your kids grades and some boring stuff>hellwan wife leans over>begins sucking you off under the table hungrily>she takes three whole loads of your seed as a nice "snack" before coming back up, covered with cum and doesn't care
<2022-09-11T17:02:44.000Z> Tactical: >kids somehow don't notice their mother's increasing desire for food and spending time with you, or the strange smell she constantly has>there are so many of them they just kind of end up doing their own thing>hellwan wife constantly wants more, you can't even tell she's pregnant anymore from how fat her tummy is
<2022-09-11T17:05:18.000Z> Tactical: anyways just waiting for you to decide the next situation / choice from the prompt above
<2022-09-11T17:09:59.000Z> DaveHolland: I'll have to think about it, got some other stuff going on right now
<2022-09-11T17:10:54.000Z> DaveHolland: but I like the idea that she is so hungry for her husbands "cream" that he can't even just fap without her smelling/sensing that from what seems like miles. That dick is only for HER
<2022-09-11T17:12:46.000Z> Tactical: so maybe have her go weightlifting / hot dog contest, husband goes away for a minute to rest up and begins beating off in some restroom and she breaks in violently?
<2022-09-11T17:20:25.000Z> Tactical: they've already had sex on the beach, so here it's more her wanting his cum in her rather than being "wasted"
<2022-09-11T17:28:42.000Z> Tactical: >she's willing to rape you in a public area>gradually as she gets fatter / larger she's less and less hesitant>a few more size catagories from now she won't even blink to just rape you in a crowded movie theater like a dog in heat>even begins to show off and brag about her lovemaking to others publically and act smug / superior to other monstergirls
<2022-09-11T17:50:26.000Z> Tactical: anyways I'll wait for ya, gonna do some other stuff and check back in a couple of hours
<2022-09-11T20:51:32.000Z> Tactical: back, keeping an eye on my DMs for when your back
<2022-09-11T21:31:14.000Z> DaveHolland: >Hellhound having a casual chat with fellow similar chubby monster girls, but she was like 3 levels larger than them at that point>One of them rolls her eyes at how much this human male could really be so used for her sexual beast of a friend>Hellhound wife just smirks and sits up from her seat, revealing a dazed anon balls deep inside her this whole time
<2022-09-11T21:32:02.000Z> Tactical: >anon is basically forced to sexually please her as she becomes more and more demanding
<2022-09-11T21:37:04.000Z> DaveHolland: >Because she is the biggest producer of Hellhound milk her family has a extremely well-paid lifestyle>This means that anon no longer has to work at his day job>A permanent position now as a house-husband and house-fuck-toy for the Mega-MILF
<2022-09-11T21:37:35.000Z> Tactical: >no 500lb hellhound who purposely sits on me to get me "warmed up" for later
<2022-09-11T21:38:39.000Z> DaveHolland: >no 500lb hellhound wife who wakes you up every morning with a soul-sucking blowjob (early first breakfast)
<2022-09-11T21:38:43.000Z> Tactical: anyways have you come to a decision about what to do first, hot dog contest, weightlifting, or bathroom rape?
<2022-09-11T21:41:51.000Z> DaveHolland: Bathroom rape, but anon's work bathroom, as he promised a hour ago he would leave work soon to his needy wife over the phone. She does not take lightly to having her stud husband extending wait time for getting that cock. Surprises anon at his work, drags his flailing body into the work bathroom. Every person in the building here's the sound of a poor human male trapped what sounds like a gigantic she-beast, there is a pretty large mess afterwards too of various sexual fluids.
<2022-09-11T21:42:33.000Z> Tactical: ok so end beach scene and have him go to work
<2022-09-11T21:43:36.000Z> DaveHolland: A different time altogether seperate from the beach scene is what I had in my head
<2022-09-11T21:43:50.000Z> DaveHolland: Perhaps this is the event that convinces both of them they need a vacation lol
<2022-09-11T21:54:53.000Z> Tactical: Anon head to work like normal, after a breakfast made by his lovely hellhound wife. She might be around 500 pounds, but she's still a great cook when she wants to be. Leaving for work like usual, he gets in the truck driving down to his lazy office job. A normal day so far for him - but his hellhound wife, Jena, is stuck at home with the kids. Sitting on the couch bored - she waits for him to come back, and realizes she forgot her usual early morning blowjob and rape she usually inflicts on Anon. Nervously giggling about what to do with him when he get back - she doesn't think too much of it, instead focusing on the kids and being a good mother for the better part of a couple of hours...Around lunch though, the kids are all tuckered out playing with their fat hellhound mom, and are asleep in the corner. Jena can't help but feeling a bit needy - and decides to take lunch to her beloved. Cooking up a hearty meal for him (easily twice the size of what he normally eats at work - it just looks small to her), she takes a bus to his work and calls a babysitter for the kids... Who'll also hopefully clean up the dirty house a little bit too!Easily taking up a whole row of bus seating, she sits down - sweaty ass cheeks on the cheap carpeted seats. Her sweatpants are small on her - and her huge panties slide down naturally. A woman gasps behind her - but Jena just turns a bit red, enjoying the attention her "largeness" tends to get. Holding the plastic tupperware containers of food, she slowly starts thinking more and more about Anon. He's probably feeling so alone - and needs some company...The man seated in front of her sniffs the air - and looks back. There's a visible growing stain in her sweatpants, as she's fingering herself on public transportation, thinking of Anon and seeing him again. The smell of her sweet womanly nectar and musk fills the bus, as the man just averts his eyes - most of the bus becomes obvious to her slick groaning - and eventually, she comes to once she realizes it's her stop.Carefully bringing her hand up from her needy cunt, she begins to make her way through the bus. The seating she was in reeks of sweat and is visibly wet with her sweat and bodily fluids, as she finally gets off the bus - leaving a crowd of bewildered humans. She's standing right in front of his work, gripping his lunch, and licking her lips...Jena walks into the lobby...
<2022-09-11T21:55:07.000Z> Tactical: (Does anything else happen, or does she make her way straight to Anon?)
<2022-09-11T21:56:50.000Z> DaveHolland: (She's a hound on a mission I think)
<2022-09-11T22:05:28.000Z> Tactical: Jena walks into the lobby. Ignoring the secretary who asks why she's there, or anything like that - by pure smell, she makes her way into an elevator, pushing aside half a dozen of humans as she takes up quite a bit of room in that elevator. It goes up a few floors - she estimates he's easily on the 11th or 12th floor, and she's certainly right - the musk of Anon is unmistakable as she gets out, following his scent...Anon is in the restroom, relieving himself. Wrapping it up and washing his hands, he hears the bathroom door open - and sees his tall, fatty hellhound wife with a grin on her face, holding a tiny tupperware container with one hand."Anon! Oh... I forget to get you lunch, so I came down..." She says, grinning. Two employees are trying to hold her back, but she slams the door closed with her left paw, walking up to Anon who's backed into a corner... Soon, he begins to scream loudly as she pushes up against him, and without hesitation, begins raping him right in the bathroom. He's forced into a stall, as she demolishes the stall door and shifts it to the right, looming over Anon and penetrating herself on him for what seems like hours. Milk, cum, and sweat fill the bathroom, and the drains are backed up...The bathroom is entirely demolished by the hellhound - painted a shade of creamy white by her milk and Anon's cum. Her clothing - a fairly casual attire, is stained white from Anon, and she looks up at him - being on her knees in the bathroom, with adoration."I-I should get back to work, honey..." Anon groans, as she shakes her head - desire clear in her eyes, fixed on him..."N-no! A bit more, please... I've been such a good girl, waiting for you to come home every night, and you forgot this morning... I need a bit more!" She begs...
<2022-09-11T22:05:40.000Z> Tactical: (Anything else, or does security finally bust them?)
<2022-09-11T22:24:00.000Z> Tactical: (I'm thinking that his boss probably puts him on leave and that's how we got to the beach scene later on, since his wife just ruined a restroom utterly.)
<2022-09-11T22:45:02.000Z> Tactical: up to you for whatever is next
<2022-09-12T00:41:31.000Z> Tactical: Waiting on ya when you have a bit
<2022-09-12T00:41:44.000Z> Tactical: Waiting on ya when you have a bit
<2022-09-12T00:46:17.000Z> DaveHolland: (Brain kinda fried rn, but If I think of something I'll let you know)
<2022-09-12T00:46:37.000Z> Tactical: kkk
<2022-09-12T00:49:22.000Z> Tactical: I might go back to the beach scene since I had some rather lewd ideas involving a hot dog contest, beach weightlifting, and a very horny hellhound
<2022-09-12T00:50:34.000Z> Tactical: the smut writing will continue until morale improves
<2022-09-12T00:51:50.000Z> Tactical: I wish I had more ideas involving office sex but I'm gonna save that for when I'm more inebriated later tonight
<2022-09-12T00:52:21.000Z> DaveHolland: Good idea
<2022-09-12T00:52:24.000Z> DaveHolland: horny drunk powers
<2022-09-12T00:52:45.000Z> Tactical: horny drunk writing is basically no limits
<2022-09-12T00:53:30.000Z> Tactical: I figure 1-3 more days of this shit / when I utterly run out of ideas I'll stop but until then writing about chubby hellwan rapist is top tier
<2022-09-12T00:53:45.000Z> DaveHolland: I believe in you
<2022-09-12T00:54:43.000Z> Tactical: I'm thinking about how the hell I can further add to the hellwan's fatty, chubby character and defining moments in her chubby journey
<2022-09-12T00:57:30.000Z> Tactical: anyways I'll keep an eye on my DMs so if you get chubbyposting ideas let me know like usual, if I don't hear from you in a couple of hours I'll probably continue on
<2022-09-12T00:57:41.000Z> DaveHolland: I will do so
<2022-09-12T01:02:10.000Z> Tactical: going with >hellwan joins hot dog eating contest(should anything change about her, such as getting fatter / taller, etc?)
<2022-09-12T01:03:07.000Z> DaveHolland: Perhaps she wows the crowd at the hot dog eating context, licking her lips she pushes the trophy aside to grab her real prize: "Mayo" straight from her husband
<2022-09-12T01:03:45.000Z> Tactical: I was figuring something like that - only that she uses him to add a "sauce" to her hotdogs, shocking the crowd
<2022-09-12T01:04:40.000Z> Tactical: she eats so much that she ends up chubbier as the other participants just stare in shock as she just rudely grabs their side of the table, so a fat gain scene here
<2022-09-12T01:04:52.000Z> DaveHolland: yes!
<2022-09-12T01:06:31.000Z> Tactical: thinking on how she can scare the contest attendant into giving her more hot dogs / food to eat, as after depleting the entire table of hot dogs, her belly rumbles like it was just a light snack. Husband just looks dead tired from the shenanigns and can't reign her in
<2022-09-12T01:11:37.000Z> Tactical: also idea - whenever her husband drinks her milk, he regains his seed, making it a very messy combo for the two of them
<2022-09-12T01:12:03.000Z> DaveHolland: It's a self-replicating cycle indeed
<2022-09-12T01:14:24.000Z> Tactical: How intimidating should she be towards normal people?
<2022-09-12T01:30:41.000Z> Tactical: If at all
<2022-09-12T01:30:59.000Z> Tactical: If at all
<2022-09-12T01:56:09.000Z> Tactical: Jena drags Anon to the hot dog eating contest, which goes silent as the massive hellhound approaches. Going behind the stand, she pushes a contestant out of the way, sitting on one of the tiny stools that creeks painfully under the hellhound's massive, sweaty ass. She's still dripping with fluids - and Anon goes up beside her. She grins as the first plate of hot dogs is pushed towards her, and the crowd looks at her with a mixture of terror and concern. She hefts the plate up with both of her strong but flabby arms, and dozens of hot dogs roll down - sliding into her mouth. Ketchup and mustard spill all over her cheeks and fat rolls, her bikini becoming slick with sweat, milk, cum - and sauce."Mhmh, I need more... Anon... Give it to me..." She says, grabbing a napkin and wiping her face off.Anon slides a tray over to her from another contestant - a cowgirl, equal in size to the hellhound, but not nearly in appetite. With a loud burp - Jena begins stuffing her mouth with dozens of hot dogs, loudly munching and chewing - when she grabs Anon, unzipping his pants..."HMhm.... This needs some more sauce..." She mumbles, taking a hot dog and putting it right underneath Anon's dick, teasing it with one of her chubby fingers. He cums ont it, and she slowly eats the hotdog - the crowd watching all of this with shock. She loves it - moaning as she eats it and savors it's flavor, and without hesitation she begins to use Anon like a spank dispenser - forcing him to cum on each hot dog she eats.By the end of it - the contestants have resigned or have had their hotdogs stolen from her. Hundreds of hot dogs have met their fate in Jena's black, huge tummy, as she absent-mindedly chews and gulps another half a dozen or so. Her husband is beside her, stroking her fat tummy, as she loosely lifts up her bra - an erect, milky nipple jotting up in the air, as she force-feeds Anon her milk, in public.A journalist writes down the whole affair of what's happening. All Jena does is sigh as the supply of unlimited hotdogs finally runs out - and she points at the ringleader of the contest."I want some more." She says.(How many hotdogs can the contest come up with?)
<2022-09-12T02:13:35.000Z> Tactical: inb4 "infinite"
<2022-09-12T02:52:06.000Z> Tactical: moar hotdogs
<2022-09-12T03:15:27.000Z> Tactical: think next part I write will be her indulging in eating and her weight gain, going from 600 pnds to a beefy 725 or so, and maybe a wardrobe malfunction
<2022-09-12T04:15:12.000Z> Tactical: oh bo
<2022-09-12T04:15:14.000Z> Tactical: *oh boy
<2022-09-12T04:19:16.000Z> Tactical: Pound after pound heaps onto the hellhound's form as she munches away on the last of the hotdogs. The few cooks didn't even get time to cook them - she just picks up a bag of a dozen hotdogs, cutting it open with a claw - letting them tumble into her mouth. Loud slurping sounds and saliva get all over her chin and tight bikini. A few hotdogs tumble between her fat breasts, being coated with milk and cum, and without any thinking, her fatty fingers delve into between her breasts, grabbing three coated hotdogs and shoving them into her mouth without thinking.Anon can only suck on her breast - it's a neverending stream of milk he gulps down, from her watermelon sized, jiggly breasts. He occassionally gazes upwards at his wife, eating like a pig. Drool falls on his neck and hair as her fatty hand pushes him against her tit - forcing him to drink more and more of her warm milk. She groans softly, her fat tits rippling.But - to everyone's shock, her tits only seem to be getting larger and larger. A hotdog, stuck between her tits slowly vanishes between her breasts, vanishing from the world at large, sandwiched between her  ashen-colored milk tanks. Anon manages to wrestle away from her tits for a second, taking a deep breath as a break from her non-stop milky abuse. She scowls - pushing Anon between her breasts, and moans softly between mouthfuls of food.Anon's view of the world dims, as breast fat slowly envelops him. That tight bikini finally snaps, tumbling to the sand, as her tits are on full display to the world - milk pouring out like a waterfall onto the sand, making a small pool. Anon though, can't see any of this, suffocating under her fleshy mounds...What happens next? You may decide / be creative / whatever
<2022-09-12T05:28:28.000Z> Tactical: holding back from writing more, right now hellwan wife is at about 1,000 lb, and 8'4 feet tall, with about 22 kids (+7 on the way after this.)since Anon passes out you can do pretty much whatever you want / suggest what should happen next
<2022-09-12T05:34:03.000Z> Tactical: for hot tips hellwan wife is basically completely coated with grease, cum, milk, sauce - everything, has a crowd of terrified bystanders in front of her, rapidly running out of food to give to her, and her husband is passing out in her tits.
<2022-09-12T21:35:08.000Z> Tactical: I'll keep an eye on this until later if you decide to continue
<2022-09-13T03:43:11.000Z> Tactical: uoooh
<2022-09-13T05:14:23.000Z> Tactical: patiently waiting for ya but it's hard to not want to continue more
<2022-09-13T05:20:50.000Z> Tactical: fuck
<2022-09-14T01:06:49.000Z> Tactical: aaa
<2022-09-19T17:47:23.000Z> Tactical: You still using this account?
<2023-05-05T21:55:33.000Z> DaveHolland: I'm back