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fatguarddog · 7 months
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tentacles that want to fatten up their prey, so they can carry their eggs more effectively. getting caught by them when you're separated from your friends during a hike. pulled into a grove of them, surrounding you and ripping through your clothes like they're nothing. Soon there's one in your mouth, and your hole. filling and filling either end. More spring up to massage your steadily growing belly, then the liquid they're pouring into your cunt gets thicker. Laced with pheromones and aphrodisiac to make your body into exactly what it needs. Your weight begins to balloon as it dumps hot calorie-laden nectar down your throat, belly softening, hips widening, and breasts rounding out. It feels so good, your mind is getting hazier and fuzzier, any concern about getting so big fades away with the wonderful feeling of having your belly slosh with sweet sweet nectar. when your chest starts to leak a sweet thick milk that's when they dump heavy eggs into your body, filling your belly more and more, ad topping them off with a thick ribbed plug. They massage your bulging fat gut, and squeeze your engorged tits for a few minutes more before retreating back into the foliage. They let you go, you feel so big and heavy and bubbly its hard to move. You can only lay on your jiggly sloshy belly and watch your tits leak sweet cream. Eventually your friends find you dumbed down, blissed out, with a heavily fertilized plump gut
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Oof, sounds like a delight ❤️
Having your friends help you waddle your way back home where you get comfortable with your new body, becoming lazy and eating more and more to take care of the growing eggs inside of you making you bigger and fatter by the day
When the time finally comes to lay them, your tits spout sweet nectar as you rest yourself in the bath tub, letting small tentacle beasts wriggle their way free from you in ecstasy, letting them lap up that nectar from your tits to get the strength they need to grow. Your body stays perfectly plumped up by the dense nectar and your new eating habits as your tentacle brood slithers away down the drains, eager to reach their full potential and gift others in the way you were once gifted... and you wonder if you should go on another hike if you can make the journey
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fatguarddog · 3 months
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trans girlfriend who casually takes over cooking dinner and buys you fun new clothes whenever she’s shopping for herself. it’s easy for you not to notice how much your life is changing, how much you eat now or how not a single thing you owned before you met her fits anymore. she loves when you go on top, pressing her down under a belly that you don’t realize is getting bigger and bigger. she’s such a sweetheart, she makes sure you always have something for breakfast, even if it’s just a shake she’s laced with gainer powder and heavy cream. your belly is spilling out over your thighs by the time she decides you’re fat enough for her to quit hiding it and brings out the funnel she’s been keeping since you moved in together. you’re shocked, but after months of eating everything she puts in front of you, when she raises the funnel to your face your stomach rumbles and your mouth opens.
Ok fuck this is hot 😵‍💫🥵
Being slowly conditioned into my girlfriend's obedient fatty, so happy to gobble up whatever she wants so I can gain for her ❤️ Being so happy and horny when I see her getting off to me eating~
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fatguarddog · 4 months
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A concept: bouncing on a big cock and with each bounce their belly and hips get a little plumper, wobbling more dramarically
Yes yes yes, I LOVE the idea of getting fucked fatter so much be it from cum or the simple act of thrusting like DAMN YES PLEASE
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fatguarddog · 4 months
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The way honey is so sticky and gets everywhere… How about a honey-based slime tf? Trying a new local honey that is super addicting… eating jar after jar, even licking the leftover honey off your hands, until your skin turns a translucent amber color and that’s not honey on your hand… it is your hand
YEAH I'm also into edible slime tf because it scratches that same itch that hucow does where it's like
Become addicted to the thing > consume so much you become huge > eventually become or become able to produce the thing yourself > fatten up others with it
Like being a sticky sweet honey slime and slipping my fingers into someone's mouth one by one, until most of my forearm is just pouring down their throat and filling them up with my thick honey so deliciously~
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fatguarddog · 3 months
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You look up at me with a red-eyed, sheepish expression as I put a fresh bowl of chocolate-drizzled potato chips down in front of you. "Sorry for eating all your food," you say, trying to focus on me even though your eyes keep wandering back to the latest snack. You can barely keep yourself from eating it on the spot. "This strain just gives me the worst munchies ever. Where'd you get it again?"
I shrug. "Oh, you know, I know a guy. I'm not much of a smoker, but I figured you might like it."
"You weren't wrong about that." And you don't even know about the side effects, though they're showing plainly on your body already. The high is just potent enough that you're too hazy and hungry to notice your shirt riding up your round belly as it fills your lap. I saw you unbuttoning your jeans earlier—that's good, though I was kind of hoping to see the button pop off. Your waistline is going to need all the space it can get.
"Go ahead and eat. There's plenty more where this came from."
You hesitate for another second before losing whatever train of thought you'd had, and just dig back into the sweet salty snackiness of your treat. My eyes linger on you for much longer than usual, taking in your considerably-fattened appearance. If you eat much more, your ass might just be too big for the recliner. It's been enough of a treat for me to watch you balloon so quickly.
I really owe the witch that grew this rapid gainer weed. Hm. Maybe I can convince you to pose for pictures later. But for now, I don't bother you, content to simply watch your body continue to bloat bigger and softer. You don't look like you're about to sober up anytime soon, so I have all the time in the world.
Guhhh, yes please, give me that witchy gainer weed 🥵 I'll be your big docile fat boy constantly grazing but too dumb and dazed to notice just what plumped up balloon you've made of me
It'll be extra nice when you have your fun with me and give me all that sensory bliss while I'm so stoned n needy
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fatguarddog · 4 months
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The witchy barista watches from across the coffee shop as your sweater gets tighter and tighter. “Lattes make me a little bloated sometimes, but this is ridiculous!” you think, yet you can’t help but take another sip, and another. Your stomach continues to swell. By the time you’ve finished the beverage (you even turned the mug upside down, to get every last drop) your chubby belly is poking out of the bottom of your sweater. You waddle over to the counter to order another, where the barista already has one waiting for you
Guhhh,, yes please 🥵
Hopelessly addicted to those fattening witchy brews ☕ hopefully by the end of their shift I'll have rounded out enough to their liking that I'll be invited home with them where they can really make some magic
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fatguarddog · 1 month
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i can't help but think of the stockades that Ren Faires have, the ones where people get put in them willingly, for a laugh, a photo op, or just part of the show.... And then, I think of the crier presiding over the "display" of the "prisoner"- perhaps you've been "convicted" of swiping a tart from the royal kitchens. The audience chuckles, you chuckle it's all in good fun. The crier decrees your punishment and induces the audience to take the various sweets being passed around and feed them to you. They do so, one by one, tentatively at first, still chuckling over the whole thing, as you happily get cakes and tarts popped into your mouth, but they're getting more and more excited with the feeding, all while the crier is stoking them into a veritable frenzy- soon, you're struggling against a deluge of sweets being forced down your throat by the mob, while the crier whips them into a frenzy. By the time the fun's over, you've nearly outgrown your "shackles" and you're sent waddling from the stage, utterly swollen, to the sound of applause. But even when the show's over, for the rest of the day, the other faire-goers eye you hungrily, and a few are even bold enough to push another sweet or two into your mouth -🔵
Oh my what a delicious thought 😋
I suppose once you've been established as the Faire Fatty, it's hard to shake the reputation, especially when you're looking so swollen and helpless wandering around trying to keep your costume from splitting at the seams
That's just another fun challenge for anyone eager enough to push you even further though, to make your fattened pop right out of your garb for all to see leaving you so flushed with embarrassment and a strange heat between you're legs 👀
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fatguarddog · 3 months
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The Truman Show but feedist - you just wake up in there one day and everyone in town has one single objective: to make you fat and spoiled. They slowly stop being subtle about this the more you round up... Bonus points because they genuinely enjoy this - and you're such a good, obedient piggy...
Nice nice nice, I don't think I'd be complaining if this somehow became my life
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fatguarddog · 8 months
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i heard you're looking for some tf scenarios so im throwin my paw in the ring! inspired by me eating a whole pie today (half done atm :3)
you're traveling out of town at a farmhouse air bnb. is gorgeous and spacious, and the crowning jewel is the pumpkin field filled with huge pumpkins, all being grown for state fair records.
as you walk into the house, the warm smell of spices fill your nose. you drop your luggage off into the mudroom and follow the scent, spotting a still warm pumpkin pie on the window sill. next to it is the note that reads "thank you for staying at my farm. as a sign of my gratitude i baked you a pie with some of my prize winning pumpkin. please enjoy while it's still hot!"
you're sure you weren't especially full when you arrived, but as you set the note down and pick up the pie, you can feel your stomach growling. you search the nearby cabinets for a knife or a plate to serve yourself a slice, but you can't seem to find one anywhere.
you grumble to yourself, annoyed that the host seemingly forgot to provide any silverware except the fork left out next to the pie. pumpkin pie and fork in hand you step outside onto the porch, settling down onto a rather large wicker bench.
you dive the fork into the pie, bringing the bite up to your lips. it smells amazing, warm fall spices and even some almond filling your nose. you take a bite and are immediately shocked at how decadent and tasty it is. you can't help but taking another bite. and another. and another...
you don't even notice how fast you're eating, practically shoveling bite after bite into your mouth. it feels like its wrapping you up into a nice warm blanket, keeping you cozy in the outdoor fall weather. you absentmindedly undo your now too-tight pants, giving your round growing stomach more room. it feels heavy and warm but not full yet, so you keep eating.
you only stop when your fork can't even scrape up another bit. the pie pan empty and your stomach now full, you set it down and lay back, leaning against the backrest, rubbing your bloated heavy gut.
its not an unpleasant fullness, but a comforting one. you feel drowsy and at peace, staring out at the pumpkin fields. you don't even realize that your stomach is still growing, your shirt looking more like a crop top now, barely covering your chest at this point. the seems of your clothes creak but you aren't really bothered, finding your clothing now restrictive and uncomfortable.
you try to remove your pants, but find you can no longer stand up, so you simply let yourself grow even more, figuring you'd burst out of them eventually. as your clothes rip and fall away from your body you can feel something fuzzy around your legs, and as you look down you see vines crawling and winding up your legs and towards your still growing stomach and arms.
you can't even be bothered to fight it as the vines hold you down in place, some even slipping up from in between the wooden planks of the porch to wrap around you and hold you down. some even snake towards your tcock, sucking and pumping it, making you moan and writhe. as your mouth hangs open a vine takes its chance and dives in, pumping what tastes like even more of that delicious pie into your mouth.
the combination of the pleasure and the vines making you even fatter cause the bench below you to creak and groan, eventually crushing under your weight. you land with a thud onto the porch, beached on your back, letting the vines take care of you. you begin to close your eyes, so sleepy from all the pie in your stomach.
as you wake up in the morning you cannot even believe how large you are. a hand pats your huge belly, rubbing it comfortingly. the farmer, a plump attractive person with long scruffy hair coos as they pet you, peering down at you. "Good morning pumpkin! So how was the pie?" they ask with a southern twang. "Delicious im sure! its a recipe i developed myself to guarantee i'd have the biggest pumpkin for the state fair this season", they say with a chuckle, patting your taught pumpkin of a stomach. "So what'ya say pumpkin? you ready to win me that blue ribbon?"
you groan, head foggy and swimming with pleasure. you could get used to being a huge pampered pumpkin.
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(sorry if i wrote too much i got a lil carried away !!)
God I've been reading and re-reading this ask and getting off to it over and over since I got it 🥵
This is absolutely incredible, I don't even know what to say other than how extremely hot I think this is and how much I could get used to being a huge pampered pumpkin with vines wrapping me up and taking care of me, toying with my tdick and making sure I always have something delicious in my mouth when I need to... also god I don't know if it's what you had in mind but the idea of my skin firming up and taking on a proper pumpkin texture/hue is really really hot to me too... literally obsessed with this
(also congrats on the pie stuffing! and to you and anyone else worried about sending long asks, please don't, it's really amazing and flattering to receive something this detailed and great!)
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fatguarddog · 1 month
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Ohh to be forced to the floor and tube fed until my belly was well past touching the ground. I want to be too big to get back to my feet and have to get used to being someone’s piggy pet. I think I’d look cute in a collar — sure would beat working full time at least
Here here! Agreed! Signed! Witnessed!
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fatguarddog · 7 months
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Alright big guy listen up; the local farmers association is paying out big for this years hog competition, and I intend to win that money.
You see tho- Oh no keep eating, I'm sure you can eat and listen at the same time.
As I was saying, those rubes have never contended with a witch before. I just need some muscle to help my plans along...
That's where you come in. We'll split the prize money of course, consider this dinner a bonus. Go on! No need for modesty.
Now, all we need to do is find some poor sap, a nice, healthy lad, and I'll use my magic to transform him into a prize hog! Oh it will be so simple, a little potion mixed into his drink to whet his appetite, a basic curse of gluttony to transform him as he eats, enchanted food to make him swell and grow...
Where do you come in? Don't worry I'm getting to that in a second. Here let me get you some more of that stew...
Where was I... Right! We'll make him eat and eat and eat until he bursts out of his clothes. And his mind will start to go more and more hazy with every bite, drunk on gluttony, unable to comprehend what is happening to him.
Are you enoying the roulade by the way? I rolled it myself.
His nose will become an adorable pig snout, his ears will be floppy, and a little curly tail will poke out from above his widening rear!
What?
Well don't use your hands then silly, just eat from the bowl.
The- oh!
No, don't worry about the chair I have more.
Then! We will take our enormously fat hog and parade him around the town! The judges will be none the wiser!
Anyway as for your part...
Hello?
*snaps fingers*
Can you still hear me?
...
Perfect.
Kissing you on the mouth as promised, like yes PLEASE make me a witch's dumb fat prize winning pig boy ❤️🐽
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fatguarddog · 4 days
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Been thinking about a berry scenario where I end up mindlessly chewing on a taffy during a university lecture. Feeling the juice practically running down my throat as my face slowly begins turning blue. After swallowing it, my stomach loudly gurgles and sloshes around as I look down and notice my arms have turned completely blue. My clothes feel much tighter and ready to burst at the seams.
Embarrassed, I try to quickly run towards the nearest bathroom, but with each sloshy step I take I begin panting and wheezing. My enormous, widening belly weighing me down along with my juicy, pillowy thighs. Waddling as much as I can, I almost make it there, but not before I realize I’ve become too wide and orb-like to fit through the hallway doors.
My clothes now completely in shreds as my leaky boobs and ginormous ass block the only way through. Soon, a mischievous chemistry teacher’s assistant comes by and sees the embarrassing scene, teasing my exposed ass and promptly slapping it. Sending ripples of juice sloshing throughout my body, they tell me I shouldn’t have tried eating the experimental taffy that was clearly labeled in the lab. But they reassure me that I’ll make quite the fascinating lecture subject as they begin rolling me back into the science department.
Oh public inflation/tf, my beloved ❤️
I'm sure you'll have lots of fun as a test subject too once the initial shock passes, all sorts of juicing and re-inflation and testing of your new berry body sounds very pleasurable
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fatguarddog · 2 months
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What scenario has been on your mind lately that you think is super hot?
- 🦌
One that I actually got to experience recently because my boyfriend is amazing and it was so so hot...
I'm the lord of a manor and my bf is a maid who works there who I've caught sneaking extra helpings, scraps from the kitchen, even sneaking away treats that are meant for my guests! So I take it upon myself to confront the maid, inspecting them and saying how pudgy they're looking, spilling out of their uniform even
The maid is in denial, so I do everything in my power to make them see what a greedy chubby glutton they're becoming by feeding them special treats, making them drink cream, teasing, groping, undressing them, spanking them and more before ultimately fucking them and making them promise to start gaining for me properly But the catch being that if any of the other staff notice, they're not allowed to say anything about me, just that they have to say what a greedy maid they've become, admitting to their gluttony
Basically, just a fun little power fantasy where I get to see my boyfriend in a sexy costume while feeding them~
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fatguarddog · 11 months
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I love feedism x monster stuff! Werewolf and vampires with uncontrollable hunger... Or who are very doting on a partner and keep them well fed. A naga that gets too fat and has to shed. Dryad type monster who's well cared for and extra fertilized that ends up with the most unique and beautiful blossoms... There are so many possibilities!!!
Honestly same, both the idea of fat monsters as you've said here and monsters who want to make YOU fat
Like a vampire who thinks blood tastes better from willing victims who indulge in all the food and drink they desire, or a demon of lust and gluttony that simply can't help but want more of you to enjoy, big strong beasts like werewolves and minotaurs that simply don't understand that you don't eat as much as them and worry that you must be starving so they always overfeed you, or satyrs at a Bacchanalia who simply want you to be oh so comfortable in your revelry and insist on bringing you a never ending flow of rich food and wine
Both sides are wonderful
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fatguarddog · 5 months
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with slime inflation/slime weight gain, i feel like it always works best when the person being targeted is too proud to admit they need help. maybe one or two of them force their way down their throat, and they just laugh off the extra padding as something they can lose later. however, as time goes on, they just keep on finding them, leaving their body heavier, more swollen, and more cumbersome by the minute. by the time they can waddle to get help, they're almost totally rounded out, with thick arms and legs that give them an awkward, ridiculous gait
Oh with like sentient slimes or slime people? Yes please!
I love thinking of slime as just being so damn calorie dense that yeah, you can't help but get that little extra padding each time... but sure, you can work it off over time... just not enough time before the slime catches up to you~
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fatguarddog · 3 months
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ok we all know the wolf and sheep couple but what about a fox and bunny couple in feedism? A clever fox fattening up their bunny partner in all the right ways.
I like the way you think! But also consider, a chubby bunny tempting a fox with indulgence and the fox thinking themself much too clever to not be able to work it off or resist the next time.... until they've far outgrown the bunny~
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