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The chamber reeked of sweat, smoke, and rot, an underground lair carved out of stone and excess, where power flaunted its ugliness in gold and flesh. At the center of it all lounged the crime lord, a bloated, grotesque relic of greed draped in silks and rings, surrounded by sycophants and armed thugs.
Tonight, his prize was on display.
Juliette was a thief with nerve, cunning, and hands fast enough to lift the rings off your fingers before you even noticed your drink missing. But she’d aimed too high. One night, she slipped into the den of this monster, planning to empty his vaults and vanish into the night.
She didn’t make it out.
Now, she was chained,not in iron, but in silk and humiliation. Forced to dance for the very man she tried to rob.
She moved with practiced grace, each motion deliberate, oozing reluctant allure. Her outfit, a flimsy ensemble of sheer fabric and ornate golden chains, clung to her athletic frame with uncomfortable precision. It was a costume designed to humiliate and enthrall.
The music swelled, and her movements grew more sensual. Her hips rolled with the beat, each sway betraying no hint of the rage bubbling beneath her calm exterior. Her gold heels clicked softly against the polished stone floor, a rhythmic counterpoint to the pounding drums.
But it was her collar, a thick, gleaming band of gold engraved with her new “owner’s” symbol, that drew the most attention. A semi-transparent veil masked the lower half of her face, lending her an air of mystery. Behind it, her eyes burned with defiance, dark lashes casting shadows over her pale skin. Her lips, painted a rich crimson, were set in a soft smile that didn’t reach her eyes.
The crowd grew louder, feeding on the forced seduction, urging her to give more. And with a practiced smile that hid her shame, she did.
With trembling hands and a subtle tremor in her breath, Juliette removed her top, baring herself to the crowd. Gasps and cheers erupted, but she heard none of it. Her breasts, firm and exposed, were adorned with small golden bells symbols of submission, trophies of her capture. They caught the torchlight and flashed like warnings.
When the music finally died away, she stood tall, barely breathing, her chest rising and falling beneath the weight of hundreds of eyes. The silence that followed crackled with tension.
From the throne at the back of the room, the crime lord shifted. A grotesquely fat alien with sweat-slicked skin and layers of jewelry, he let out a low laugh of pleasure. “Ah, my little pet,” he said, his voice a gurgling mockery of affection. “You’re coming along nicely. With more training from the others, you’ll be the jewel of my collection.”
He gestured lazily, and his guards pushed her forward. She didn’t resist. There was no point not now.
The crime lord’s hand, thick and glistening with oil, reached out to fondle her exposed breasts, fingers toying with the bells as if inspecting his property. Juliette fought to remain still, the revulsion rising in her throat.
Hiya! I hope you're all doing well. So if you've clicked on this there's a pretty good chance I don't need to explain the premise of this. The idea is to have a similar scenario as with jabba and leia but this time with my oc and more freedom for the monster that enslaves her! To have a beautiful, fierce, tomboyish girl end up on the leash of a disgusting, perverted being dressed as a slave
I'd love to play as someone who came from a position of power, reduced to nothing more than a Royal pet.
The idea is that she finds herself in a new mysogynous and perverse environment where she must learn to serve and submit in order to survive and hopefully escape.
I want the rp to have a slow build up and break down so that there is eventually some sort of Stockholm syndrome, I also want juliette to be fully aware of what is happening to her but unable to do anything about it, making things even more interesting. In this rp the main themes will be enslavement and corruption, the idea is really for me to turn her from a tomboyish, feisty heroine into a sexy, girly concubine belonging to the thing she hated the most.
Indeed one of the things I expect from this rp is the training and the formation she will receive to make her the perfect concubine, obedient, graceful and feminine, in short everything she would have hated to become! Maybe her master will decide to give her a new name? Maybe she will be forced to stay still and silent for hours, tied up or in an unpleasant position to learn respect and discipline? Maybe she will be forced to learn to dance to entertain her master? So many possibilities and don't hesitate to give me your ideas!
I would like a long term rp where juliette learns her duties from her master while discovering the life of a harem girl. She could then make friends with other slaves? Try to win the favours of courtiers to escape? Or realize that this life of pleasure is not so horrible? The idea is to go through the training and education of a slave until she is completely submissive to her master. Your oc could be known throughout the galaxy for having a harem of the most beautiful women, so his slaves could be branded with the emblem of his clan or have their nipples pierced with gold rings to show off his wealth and power !
The aim of this RP is to provide an in-depth look at the life of a slave to a disgusting but incredibly powerful and rich being , especially juliette, who will become your oc's most prized possession. She will learn to accompany him to major events and to be displayed like the rare sand rose for all to see, making her master proud and even more powerful.
I'd like to start at the top, before my character ends up so broken and submissive. We could explore her trials and humiliations, following along as she gradually realizes being a good slave is her best option.
So for the main kinks of this rp I was thinking of: -Petplay -Force Feminine sexy Clothing -light Bondage -NonCon fantasies (, blackmail, forced, unwillingly) -kinky play -slave training -Misogyny -Gags -Slavery -Slow breaking -Orgams denial -Vibrators, buttplugs and other sex toys -humiliation/Ddlg -corset/high heel sexy costume -collar/leashes: anal,cum play, breaking, corruption, makeover, , brainwashing, outfit/makeup/haircut control, Limits: vore, incest, feet, vomit, shrinking. I just like when proud tomboy heroines are forced to dress as girly, feminine
Please send a detailed message of what you expect from the rp, your kinks and limits as well as your character idea for the rp. Also include the words "My Precious New Little slave" so I know you read everything
The more exciting, vivid, and creative you are, the better chance you have at getting a response.
I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+
(I'm 18+, you're 18+, and every character we play is 18+)
Women only. I’m looking exclusively for female players for this roleplay.
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You’re a beautiful, bisexual (or proudly lesbian) woman in your early 20s - warm, playful, with a smile that lights up rooms and a body that naturally draws eyes. You work the evening shift at the cozy little café where the lighting is soft and golden and the air always smells like fresh coffee and comfort.
Lately, your nights have become exciting thanks to her - the new shy barista with soft features, a gentle voice, and eyes that linger on you a little too long. What starts as flirty chats between orders turns into late-night walks, lingering texts, and a warm, butterflies-in-your-stomach friendship.
One crisp evening after closing, she nervously asks if you want to walk home together through the edge of the small wooded park. The mood is sweet and flirty… until she suddenly stops under the trees, cheeks burning, voice trembling.
She has a secret.
Weeks ago on this same path, a massive, dark, feral canine claimed her hard and deep. It knotted and flooded her until she was a shaking, cum-drenched mess. Days later she woke up with a gorgeous, thick, perfectly smooth futanari cock - sleek, powerfully veined, elegantly curved upward with a plump, sensitive head. Feminine in its beauty, yet dominant in size and presence.
She’s still very much a lesbian at heart, craving soft skin, feminine curves, and the taste of women… but this new cock has been aching desperately for someone she trusts.
With shaking hands, she shows it to you.
The sight of her heavy, throbbing, leaking cock makes heat flood between your thighs. That very night she takes you - desperate, loving, and overwhelming. She breeds you again and again, filling you so deep you see stars.
But something irreversible happens.
Her unique hybrid DNA floods your womb and begins rewriting you from the inside out. You don’t become a futanari - you remain beautifully, completely female. Instead, your body transforms into the perfect vessel for inter-species breeding:
- Your womb becomes hyper-fertile and universally compatible
- Your insides grow incredibly elastic and sensitive
- Your breasts swell fuller and begin to lactate heavily
- Your skin takes on a soft, luminous glow
- Your orgasms become dramatically deeper and longer
- You develop a natural, addictive scent and slick that drives her (and other species) wild with breeding lust
You become the ideal royal consort - made to be fucked, filled, worshipped, and bred alongside her.
Yet that’s only the beginning.
Her hybrid DNA lights up scanners across the stars. An ancient, elegant intergalactic tentacle species detects her. Sleek tendrils slip through a shimmering portal while you’re both tangled naked in bed. They claim her first as their prophesied Queen… then they claim you too, drawn to your newly enhanced breeding body.
You both awaken aboard their sleek spaceship. She is worshipped as the futanari Queen who will revive their empire. You are revered as her sacred Consort - the perfect breeding mate whose transformed body can accept and nurture an entire future.
They pleasure and breed both of you with total devotion. Her cock claims you constantly while tentacles fill and stretch you in every way imaginable. Your bond grows deeper and more addictive with every shared orgasm.
This is a long-term, highly detailed collaborative story with rich world-building, emotional depth, complex characters, escalating galactic domination, and endless intense, creative sex. We’ll go from sweet café flirtation and her vulnerable confession, through your first night of mind-melting breeding and your beautiful transformation, all the way to interstellar conquest.
Later you will both conquer and breed a wide variety of alien races together - graceful unicorn-like priestesses, sleek dolphin-like sirens, countless tentacle varieties, towering amazonian aliens, and more. She’ll claim them with her cock while you’re fucked and impregnated right beside them, your enhanced body taking everything and craving more.
Kinks:
Impregnation, transformation (her → futanari, you → perfect inter-species breeder consort), bestiality (her origin), tentacles, oviposition, cumflation, cervix penetration, breeding new species, Futa on Female, pregnancy, heavy lactation & breastfeeding, pronebone, standing missionary, deepthroat, cunnilingus, stockings, light bondage, knotting, mild golden showers, lust-drunk dirty talk, and escalating erotic absurdity.
Limits:
Scat, snuff, gore, blood, vomit.
I’m a literate, detailed, and responsive GM who loves vivid descriptions and natural reactions.
If this wild, addictive journey - from innocent café flirtation to becoming the heavily-bred, beloved consort of the galaxy’s first futanari queen - makes your thighs clench and your heart race, reply with a short character description (name, looks, personality) and your first reaction: either the moment you meet this shy new barista… or the exact second she nervously reveals her secret cock to you.
We can discuss details here, then move to Discord for the actual long-term roleplay.
Are you ready to become the galaxy’s most desired and thoroughly bred royal consort?
Somewhere at the coast of Japan was a tropical island, a true vacation paradise, beloved by both Japanese and foreign tourists. But underneath the beautiful facade laid a dark secret.
At the western end of the island, there was a abandoned resort, directly at the pristine beach. Some years ago, there were several cases of missing young woman, that have never been found, like their just vanished. Online where was talk about demons, ghosts and monsters, that took the girls to their layer but that never could be proven either.
Soon after, the resort had to close. Haunted or not, nobody wanted to stay in a dangerous hotel anymore. The superstitious locals went so far as to bar the whole place up, including the beach. The vanishing stopped and the rest of the island could live in peace.
That's were you come in. You could be one of the tourists, intrigued by the places dark history, a monster lover, who secretly wishes the rumors to be true, or a demon hunter, coming to investigate and slay the monster.
Regardless of why you end up at the beach, you find the monsters cave and go in.
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Hello i hoped you like my little setting. I am searching for a partner to create a story about a tentacle monster living on this island, and the girls that fell victim to it. If you are interested in having your body violated and wrapped in tentacles, send me a message and we can make something fun together.
Please send me your kinks and limits in your first message. Any ideas or starters are also welcome.
My kinks: anal, oral, non-con, mind break, tentacles, breast play, nipple play, overstimulation, orgasm control/denial, nipple penetration, all the way through, oviposition, impregnation, lactation, bondage, Inflation, stomach bulges, brood mother, breast expansion
My limits: scat, gore, vomit
I hope to hear from you.
M
In the far reaches of a distant galaxy a researcher has found himself in some trouble as what was meant to be a standard orbital survey of a unexplored planet was drastically changed as the ship was clipped by a rouge meteor and was forced to land for repairs. This left the scientist and the few robot assistants on board stranded. Needing supplies to repair the ship the scientist would set out to try and find the materials needed to repair it but in his travels he’d find that this planet hosts a wide variety of horny alien life. Will he be able to escape or become some alien/aliens bitch!
Would specifically love some hive minds and parasites to use me!
Hey Gooners, cuties and everything in between! I hope everyone is doing okay with their lives, it’s so important to check in and take proper care of yourself!
Anyways, I’m assuming you guys clicked on this post for the same reason I’m writing it. Because you’re horny and itching to roleplay. For this roleplay, I’m looking to either play as cuntboy or as a male character (includes femboys) in a raunchy and steamy roleplay. Filled with smut and story building. Not to mention bucket loads of weird and wacky kinks/fetishes that scratch your desires. I’m just looking for someone to get wild with in a kinky (and slightly gross) setting. I am completely open to extreme kinks and topics. On that topic, please include your kinks and limits in your message if you decide to reach out!
For a little about myself: I am a literate role-player who has about two years of experience playing various roles in different situations. Tending to write about 1-4 paragraphs in either first and third perspective (sometimes both at once). I am also currently in college and playing basketball so my schedule is wacky and I may not always be able to respond, so I’d appreciate some patience.
Below I have several plots that we could explore or we can totally make one together:
\-Club waiter/performer: Dex had been working at Club Iris for a bit now. He has had enough shifts to be comfortable by now, despite the weirdly erotic and strict dress code/uniforms and weird patrons. He felt like he was just grasping the ropes. His confident yet humble attitude and perspective painting him well amongst his colleagues. For a newer server/performer, he had already drawn lots of attention. Not all of it good tho. Weather it was his shy posture and mannerism that made him look so cute and innocent, or his occasionally sassy and bratty swings that made the customers like him. Not to mention his body, a beautiful figure with clear skin, nice curves, fat ass, killer thighs and shaven armpits or exposed midriffs. He already had some regulars. Tho he hadn’t realized some of the clubs weird rules. Rules that often let the customer get away with things….. questionable to say the least (sometimes less than legal). No matter how uncomfortable he is, or what he’s asked to do. He can’t really say no, after all he needs the money to get himself out of some trouble.
\-(Sensitive content warning) Hybrid focused plot/idea: in this world there are many societal classes and devisions amidst species. The humanoids being the highest in the chain, consisting of human, furries, demons, dragons, etc. They considered the functional and contributing members to society. Then there are the hybrids. They are the lowest aspect of society. Even live stock and wild animals are held higher then hybrids. Hybrids are considered the scum of the earth. Forsaken creatures that shouldn’t exist in many’s eyes. Rumours and hurtful stereotypes of hybrids are passed around, fabricated stories and lies made to scare the younger generations into believing them that hybrids are awful creatures. It’s gotten even worse as of late, to the point where hybrids are even considered people. If they don’t hold a job or contribute to society they have their rights revoked. Underground hybrid trafficking is a big and profitable business. Some people buy and kill hybrids for fun or to “purify the earth”. Some people buy and keep the hybrids as personal pets and slaves. Some even being forced into sex work and sex trafficking. Underground hybrid breeding as also surged as of late. Few safe havens exist for hybrids. I myself a hybrid am struggling against discrimination and prejudice. With no job and no meaningful contributions to society. What lies for me next. Will I be bought and trafficked to meet the twisted desires of perverts and wealthy people. Or will I manage to make my way through society despite the cards dealt to me.
\-Gym Bros: This plot would be cantered around a gym we’re our characters go. The idea would be mostly revolved around sweaty/musk and teasing. Though jt could go anyway! Could be wholesome relationship, gentle arrangement, or pure rape. Down for anything. Hopefully there are some big hunks that want to get wild with this idea.
\-Masc-panel/Control app; have you ever wanted to turn a pretty boy into a dependent slut? Well, now you can do all of that with the click of a button! Introducing, Masc-Panel. The brand new app that lets you control someone to fulfill your deepest desires or watch them squirm in humiliation. Start by putting in someone’s name, and our software will connect you directly to their nervous system! Your can also remove all their other clothes if you wish! Using our technology, watch them slip further and further into the rabbit hole by choosing different actions and intensities. Such as, forcing them to pee, drool, cum/squirt, moan, bark and anything else you can think of. Other features include vibration, locking mechanism, transparency (make their cloths translucent), temporary mind and voice control, hypnosis and fuck sensations! Enjoy watching the world submit to your desires!
\-Perverted incest plot: Liam is an extremely attractive guy, at least that’s what he’s been told. He’s not very manly tho, in fact he is very feminine. With ample curves and soft beautiful skin, and he always smells amazing. He has been asked out my many guys and girls alike, turning most of them down. He is surrounded by a loving and welcoming family. Or so it seems. Unbeknownst to him, he is the product of an affair his father had with a very striking and mysterious woman. Which explains a lot since he doesn’t really look like his sibling. His biological mother either left my father custody or died during the birthing process. Liam doesn’t know, he didn’t even know his fathers wife wasn’t his biological mother. Liam is very cute, it can be quite hard for his family to ignore this sometime. Often leading to perverse and fucked up things happening behind his back. Such as his brother replacing his almond milk with his own churned seed. Or his father jacking off into his clothes while doing the laundry. Unbeknownst to him, he lives with a family of perverts. Praying off his innocent and appearance for their own benefit and pleasure. How far will they go? He has been paying more attention to those around him ever since an event at school. He starts noticing things, his clothes are missing, his room and closet being messed with while he’s away. What’s happening? (Thanks for reading my long rambling, anyways I’d like to play in an rp where I’m surrounded by a lustful and perverted family, praying in my innocence. I have very few limits for this rp. If you would like to do an age pay scenario for this rp I do have limits around that. Other than that everything is fair game. I’m open to being fucked by my cousin, sister, brother, dad and extended family.)
Special code: Lemonade (BECAUSE ITS THE BEST DRINK EVA)
I have lots of kinks, such as: Breeding, cum play, cumflation, stomach buldges, buldges, teasing, domination, bdsm, mpreg/boi preg, edging, anal, fingering, armpits, oral, pegging, humiliation, biting, sweat, licking, thighs, standing sex, pinned down/against wall, armpits, cnc, kidnapping, lewd talk, public, dirty talk, “rape play”. People putting their fingers in my mouth. Pissplay/water sports. Pet play, collars. Marking. Knotting/knots. Bondage, incest, DDlb, wetting, wardrobe malfunction, fear play, blood play, gross fluids, stinky/old cum, light vore, diapers, master/slave dynamics, father figures and unique cocks. Only limits are heavy gore, murder/snuff, electro play, birthing, and willing to try anything.
Even if one of your kinks is in my limits, ask anyways, I might change my mind.
I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+
“And \*this\* is the latest product line!” I cringed as the salesgirl walked us past row after gleaming row of what looked like oiled-up disembodied syn-flesh asses and cyber-pussy units—an entire vat-grown, cyber-modded cunt-tunnel. Each was mounted on a shiny white pillar, right at crotch-height. The bright lights and stark white, modernist decor of the ModShop made it seem like some kind of bizarre, fucked-up Apple Store.
The salesgirl herself was a walking advertisement for the ModShop’s products— a perfectly sculpted, cute face smiled above impossibly buxom, her huge heavy-looking tits straining against the painted-on white latex of her too-tight top. Below her waspish waist was one of the largest asses I had ever seen, a truly gargantuan wobbling, swaying rump of assmeat that bounced and jiggled with every step. Her pants matched her top—a skin-tight white latex that left not even the curves of her plump pussy to the imagination, utterly shiny and unadorned except for a large silver zipper that ran from the back waistband, down her asscrack and up her pussy to her front waistband, serving only to highlight those truly enormous asscheeks and define those plump, perfect pussy lips.
“Woah, mom, check these out! This would look great on you!” You chirped, pointing to one of the bigger, softer butts on display. I nodded weakly. The salesgirl continued, not noticing—or caring about—my discomfort, focused entirely on you. “Any of these asses or pussies can be installed in just an afternoon, of course. And they’re all fully customizable. Not only are the grip strength, elasticity, depth, and virtually every other feature fully customizable, our entire suite of mods can be installed in any of them.” I rolled my eyes as she rattled off a list of just a few of the many mods—all of them designed for \*your\* pleasure, of course. Never mine. “Internal auto-fellating cervix, cyber-stroker units, lube injector…” I tried not to listen, just desperate for this latest trip to be over.
It had become all too common, coming to “pick out new mods for me”— ever since you made all that money on one of those “crypto coins,” or whatever they’re called. Sure, I had pooh-poohed your “investment,” told you to go to college or to get a job… but then it had paid off. And in a huge way. Now, no matter how many times I told you I liked my body how it was… you never listened.
“Hmmmm, I’m not sure….” You said, breaking me out of my daydream as you stroked your chin thoughtfully. “Is there any way I can… try one out?” “Of course you can!” She said with a cheery expression. “All of our display models are ready for customer use at any time.” To punctuate her point, she slapped a particularly fat booty in front of her, sending the syn-flesh rippling and wobbling just like the real thing. “And \*all\* of the floor models are equipped with our latest self-cleaning mods, so don’t worry about making a mess,” she said, a smirk crossing her face.
You smirked a little. “Oh, I meant… I was thinking of a slightly more… realistic demo for me and my mom here.” You said with a pointed nod, staring her body up and down. The salesgirl beamed. “Why of course, sir! Right this way!” She turned on a heeled foot and led us to one of the specially designed testing frames, a monstrosity of white metal and pads. In a flash, she clambered up into the frame, sliding her feet into the stirrups. Her shins, thighs, and chest wrested on the form-fitting white pads. One hand and grabbed hold of a grip in front of her, while the other reached for the conspicuous zipper on the back of her uniform. With a single tug, her painted-on pants split down the middle, and more ass than I had ever seen FLOUNCED into the cool air of the store. I couldn’t help but admire it—her butt truly was incredible.
“Oh and, like I said… \*all\* of the floor models are self cleaning, so, you know…” She trailed off with a wink and swayed her prodigious rear from side to side, the gentle motion sending rippling waves through her soft cheeks. I turned red with shame. You stared greedily at the gently wobbling ass in front of you, fumbling at your crotch, until you finally managed to tug your zipper down. As you reached elbow-deep into your baggy pants, I couldn’t help but gasp a little as my breath caught in my throat. No matter how many times I saw it, I was never ready for it.
Out of your pants flopped what was almost a \*parody\* of a penis. Truly gargantuan, extending well below your knees, ribbed with fleshy rings—designed to give her maximum pleasure, as the advertisement went—and crowned with a fat, apple-sized head that constantly leaked slippery, gloopy precum. Even in its semi-tumnescent state, your hand didn't come close to wrapping around the root of your massive fuckpole. Your huge, softball-sized nuts hung over the edge of the frame, resting on the pads. I looked away as you stroked yourself to full hardness nearly instantly—another of your latest mods—and slipped inside the salesgirl with little resistance. “Oh my god, your cock feels so good, I’m gonna cum instantly!” I rolled my eyes, sure this was just part of her training. Of course it behooved the clinic to make you feel like a big, strong, hyper-virile ultra-stud. To keep you coming back for more treatments. More mods. More torture for me..
I shuddered a little at the thought of you modding your cock even further—at least we were here for me this time. \*NGHHH!\* You grunted between thrusts. “Get those fuckin’ tits out, slut!” “Oh, of course sir!” The salesgirl said with a smile, reaching for the zipper on her top. As I desperately tried to avoid watching you pound out the salesgirl, sweat, girlcum, my eyes roamed to the male half of the ModShop’s display floor. I shuddered again at the immense array of cocks on display. Everything the fucked-up male mind could imagine was represented, standing on matching gleaming display stands. The “LEVIATHAN 4K,” a studded, hole-ruining battering ram of a cock even bigger than yours; the “PENETRATOR 2000X,” an elegant, streamlined cock that promised “her pleasure with maximum ease thanks to its built in autofucking capabilities”; the “GUTBUSTER 2.0”, which looked to easily be over four feet long, and promised “prehensile hole exploration”; a suspiciously equine-shaped unit with a flared head and a sheath… I cringed at the possibilities. Your last mod had had me bowlegged and leaking hyper-enhanced super-sperm for a month. I couldn’t take another round—more features, bigger sizes—
“NNNNNNGHHHH TAKE MY FUCKING LOAD YOU WHORE!” Your bellowing, roaring orgasm snapped me back to reality, as a deluge of cum and girl cream poured out of the salesgirl and onto the floor with loud, wet \*splorts\*. Disgusting. She lay panting and shivering in an orgasm-induced haze, while you seemed none the worse for wear.
“Fuck yeah, that hole was awesome! We’ll take one!” You chirped cheerfully. To my horror, you caught sight of my gaze. “Woah, mom, you looking at the cocks? You dirty little slut!” You said with glee. “I thought this”—you patted the base of your cock, still stuffed up the panting salesgirl’s cunt—“was enough for you! Guess I need an upgrade too!”
Oh fuck, was all I could think. Here we go again.
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As you can see, I'm looking to play the sub in this dynamic, with you playing a guy or futa with near-unlimited funds and a burning desire to upgrade both of our bodies, whether I like it or not!
It’s written with me as your mom, but I’m open to playing any role you think would be fun. Am I your wife? Your mother? A coworker? How did this happen? Why did you go from loving son or husband to gross, hyper-cocked, body-modded sex-obsessed freak? What kind of strange power compels me to stay?
Kinks: huge cocks (up to 3-4’ max), domination, NEETs, cucking, huge tits and asses, unusual cocks, multicocks, bimbos, slutty outfits, latex, onomatopoeia, cheating, size queens, bbws, thicc women, enormous balls, huge cumshots, latex, noncon, dub con, 18+, skinny bodies with huge cocks, body modification, free use,
Limits: blood, scat, gross smells, anything under 18, bad endings, extreme violence