u/velvetgluttony

Hey there! I hope everyone’s doing well.

I’ve been wanting to do this RP plot. It revolves around Rias Gremory, but if you’d prefer, feel free to swap her out for an OC.

So, here’s the setup:

I’ll be stepping into the shoes of the newly crowned Queen of Demons, and you’ll take on the role of my Royal Advisor. But let’s get one thing straight my role isn’t about ruling. It never has been. It’s about indulgence, sure, but it’s also about embracing something darker. I’m meant to be the Brood Mother for a new army.

The old King is out of the picture. The Pillar clans are exhausted really, they’re broken after centuries of relentless warfare. They’ve finally come to terms with what they truly need. Not a warlord. Not a hero. They crave stability. Power. Numbers.

And a womb that never stops giving.

That’s where I come in.

I’m a noblewoman from a prestigious lineage, powerful in magic but lacking in ambition. Beautiful. Compliant. Easy to mold in all the right ways. My coronation was a grand spectacle, a beautiful cage being locked into place with everyone watching and cheering. The crown feels surprisingly light on my head. That should probably concern me more than it does.

What’s my true purpose? To be the Brood Mother. A living vessel. Pure demonic energy poured into me night after night, shaped by magic and ritual until my body becomes something entirely different. My days are filled with feasts designed to soften me. Massages that mold me into something plush, something fertile. My nights belong to the Brood. I used to be toned and lean. Now, I’m growing. Gloriously, terrifyingly abundant. Larger each week. Softer. Heavier. More useful.

And through it all, you’re right there beside me. My Royal Advisor. Smiling. Whispering. Pouring the wine. Adjusting the crown.

You’re the one pulling all the strings.

The real question is, am I aware of that?

Or have I simply stopped caring?

Hey there! I hope everyone’s doing well.

I’ve been wanting to do this RP plot. It revolves around Rias Gremory, but if you’d prefer, feel free to swap her out for an OC.

So, here’s the setup:

I’ll be stepping into the shoes of the newly crowned Queen of Demons, and you’ll take on the role of my Royal Advisor. But let’s get one thing straight my role isn’t about ruling. It never has been. It’s about indulgence, sure, but it’s also about embracing something darker. I’m meant to be the Brood Mother for a new army.

The old King is out of the picture. The Pillar clans are exhausted really, they’re broken after centuries of relentless warfare. They’ve finally come to terms with what they truly need. Not a warlord. Not a hero. They crave stability. Power. Numbers.

And a womb that never stops giving.

That’s where I come in.

I’m a noblewoman from a prestigious lineage, powerful in magic but lacking in ambition. Beautiful. Compliant. Easy to mold in all the right ways. My coronation was a grand spectacle, a beautiful cage being locked into place with everyone watching and cheering. The crown feels surprisingly light on my head. That should probably concern me more than it does.

What’s my true purpose? To be the Brood Mother. A living vessel. Pure demonic energy poured into me night after night, shaped by magic and ritual until my body becomes something entirely different. My days are filled with feasts designed to soften me. Massages that mold me into something plush, something fertile. My nights belong to the Brood. I used to be toned and lean. Now, I’m growing. Gloriously, terrifyingly abundant. Larger each week. Softer. Heavier. More useful.

And through it all, you’re right there beside me. My Royal Advisor. Smiling. Whispering. Pouring the wine. Adjusting the crown.

You’re the one pulling all the strings.

The real question is, am I aware of that?

Or have I simply stopped caring?

Jen, better known as "The GutSlut," was always a big girl, but she was just your average office worker doing data entry. Life was good, and she was content with her job. But then everything changed. On her birthday, the higher-ups called her into a meeting and dropped a bombshell: she was being let go. They claimed it was because she was too big for the office chairs and that the hallways were too narrow for her. To make matters worse, they mentioned that some clients didn’t like seeing her on video calls. As a parting gift, they handed her a gift card to a buffet restaurant, which felt pretty thoughtless since she could barely fit into the place anymore.

Jen stands at 5 feet 4 inches and weighs over 350 pounds. After losing her job, she found herself eating even more. One day, she had the idea to stream herself eating online, thinking it would be a fun way to share her love for food. To her surprise, a lot of people tuned in to watch her devour a lasagna. Encouraged by the attention, she moved on to donuts, and viewers started sending her money to keep going. One generous fan even sent her $200 just to eat more donuts, and she happily obliged. The audience kept coming back for more.

Jen has a flirty personality and gets a bit nervous and giggly when chatting with viewers during her streams. She often apologizes, even when it’s unnecessary. She’s incredibly sweet and struggles to say no to anyone who asks her for a favor. If someone sends her money to eat, she’ll do it without hesitation, even if she’s already full. Saying no just isn’t in her nature, especially when it comes to her fans.

Hey there! If you enjoy Jen's vibe and want to roleplay with her, don’t hesitate to reach out! Just let me know what you have in mind. Would you like to play a viewer who’s making her eat, or maybe a manager who’s a bit too hands-on? Perhaps even a fellow streamer getting a little too involved in the feeding? I’m pretty open to ideas, so feel free to share your wildest thoughts!

Jen, better known as "The GutSlut," was always a big girl, but she was just your average office worker doing data entry. Life was good, and she was content with her job. But then everything changed. On her birthday, the higher-ups called her into a meeting and dropped a bombshell: she was being let go. They claimed it was because she was too big for the office chairs and that the hallways were too narrow for her. To make matters worse, they mentioned that some clients didn’t like seeing her on video calls. As a parting gift, they handed her a gift card to a buffet restaurant, which felt pretty thoughtless since she could barely fit into the place anymore.

Jen stands at 5 feet 4 inches and weighs over 350 pounds. After losing her job, she found herself eating even more. One day, she had the idea to stream herself eating online, thinking it would be a fun way to share her love for food. To her surprise, a lot of people tuned in to watch her devour a lasagna. Encouraged by the attention, she moved on to donuts, and viewers started sending her money to keep going. One generous fan even sent her $200 just to eat more donuts, and she happily obliged. The audience kept coming back for more.

Jen has a flirty personality and gets a bit nervous and giggly when chatting with viewers during her streams. She often apologizes, even when it’s unnecessary. She’s incredibly sweet and struggles to say no to anyone who asks her for a favor. If someone sends her money to eat, she’ll do it without hesitation, even if she’s already full. Saying no just isn’t in her nature, especially when it comes to her fans.

Hey there! If you enjoy Jen's vibe and want to roleplay with her, don’t hesitate to reach out! Just let me know what you have in mind. Would you like to play a viewer who’s making her eat, or maybe a manager who’s a bit too hands-on? Perhaps even a fellow streamer getting a little too involved in the feeding? I’m pretty open to ideas, so feel free to share your wildest thoughts!