u/RaiseDifficult5345

Hey hey! Hope you are doing good!

Looking to explore a simple but fun concept! I want to see a girl get fucked and inflated! With every single thrust she experiences, her body fills with a bit more helium! Before she knows it, she’ll be a helpless fuck balloon! Blimpers up and floating to who knows where!

Here are some scenario ideas:

A pair of portal panties that she is forced to wear, a hose on the other end filling her with helium!

A witch accidentally summons an incubus, who decides to have his way with her!

An adventurer is caught by a helium imp, who fucks her and fills her with air!

Of course, if you have an idea in a similar vein, let me know!

Password is Cupcake!

\\\*plap\\\*

Paranormal Pleasers were people who were considered to be a sort of societal hero in this world. Many of these paranormal entities were former humans who couldn't find a way to move on into the afterlife, due to some kind of lingering regret. So the Paranormal Pleaser Association, or PPA was founded to try and find a way to either get them to move on, or temporarily satiate them so they wouldn't cause disturbances for the living.

\\\*plap\\\*

So when John was emailed an application for a pleaser's role, it came as a shock! The pay was great, and it seemed as if they preferred his particular skillset! How they got his resume, he was unsure of, but he was excited to get to deal with the deep things of the paranormal! So he filled it out, and sent it back!

\\\*plap\\\*

They got back to him within the week, saying they had been trying to fill that particular role for years, and he was the first to apply! They communicated that they'd be sending wayward entities to his home daily for satiating sessions and to simply file a report after each day on each entity. They didn't give him any particular training or equipment, just that "He'll learn as he goes."

\\\*plap\\\*

Oh, and that he had to sign a 5-year contract for the role.

\\\*plap\\\*

What he didn't realize was the 'type' of pleaser he was going to be. So you can imagine his bewilderment went he woke up as a hit chick with a body men would kill to have in their sheets! In fact, that noise you've been hearing this whole time?

\\\*plap\\\*

Yeah! That one! That is John, or rather JANE, on the first day of her pleasing job. Right now, she's face down, ass up for a sex spirit that has been waiting to blow a load in something for years, and Jane's pussy will be it! But if you can't tell by how loud she is moaning, she is getting REALLY into it! Wonder how she'll feel when some of her more kinky patrons show up.

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Before I get into any more details about my prompt, I know exactly why you clicked on it. You saw that GM4MTF in my title and want someone to scratch the itch you feel to be turned into a chick. I get it, I get it. I share the same type of sentiment from time to time. But I have to let you know that unless you're a decently literate partner who can keep up decent grammar, punctuation, and spelling, just swipe through. No disrespect, we all have to start somewhere. But in the same way, being turned into a chick is a part of YOUR fantasy, having a partner who can be at least decently detailed is a part of mine. With what I am offering, I don't think that is too much to ask for, right?

ALRIGHT, you have made it this far! To summarize, John accidentally takes a job as a slut for paranormal creatures that need to be pleased in a \\\*different\\\* way than what is normal. Since they have been waiting years to fill the role, she has a huge backlog to get through.

The idea here is to mainly have human spirits, but some soft slime or tentacle related stuff is something I am totally open to! Maybe even waking up in a different body every day to better appease the spirit she will be having over?

BY THE WAY, the password is "People Pleaser" so just drop that in your message. As far as kinks, I am willing to be a bit flexible and chat things through.

Hope to see some letters!

(Role Swap Available!)

The lock surrendered with a satisfying \\\*click\\\*, and Abigail slipped inside. The witch's home smelled of dried lavender, ozone, and something sweet — syrupy and tingling in her lungs with every breath. Shelves buckled under crystalline vials and pulsing grimoires. She got to work immediately, filling her enchanted pouch with amulets and glowing rings.

She was reaching for a silver chalice when her corset creaked.

Abigail paused, glancing down. Her breasts strained against the lacing with a fullness that hadn't been there ten minutes ago. She twisted — her trousers bit into her hips, the seat snug across a backside that had apparently decided to round itself out. And below the corset, just barely, her stomach pressed outward with a gentle tautness she couldn't explain.

\\\*What the hell—\\\*

Something hit her square in the chest.

A mass of translucent blue-green gel slammed into her, knocking her into the display case. It was warm and slick and \\\*everywhere\\\*, and it was — reshaping. Pulling together into a girl. A slime girl, about her age, grinning with bright mischievous eyes made of darker concentrations of gel.

"OH! You're a \\\*real\\\* one!" the slime girl squealed, fizzy and bright. "I \\\*knew\\\* I heard the door! I was peeking and you were just \\\*crouching there\\\* going through stuff and I was like—" Dramatic gasp. "\\\*Burglar!!\\\*"

Abigail grabbed for her dagger. "Get \\\*off\\\*—"

"Nuh-uh!" A tendril flicked the blade away. "I'm Junia! I'm the security system! Well — Mistress calls me that. I think of it as a \\\*fun job.\\\* Anyway — gotcha!"

Abigail shoved against Junia's chest. Her hands sank to the wrists. Warm gel closed around her forearms and Junia gasped delightedly. "That \\\*tickles!\\\*"

Then the gel surged everywhere — around her waist, thighs, arms — warm, clinging, impossibly strong. Wherever it touched fabric, a fizzing tingle ate through the material in seconds. Corset, trousers, gloves, boots — dissolved. Gone. Bare skin wrapped in warm slime.

"\\\*Those were expensive!\\\*"

"Oops! My bad!" Junia reformed tight around her naked body, chin hooked over her shoulder from behind. "You're really pretty under all that, though!"

Then something thick and firm pressed between Abigail's thighs from below, sliding warm against bare skin until it jutted out in front of her. A cock — fat, flushed deeper blue-green, undeniably \\\*real\\\*.

Abigail's brain stalled. "W—\\\*what\\\*—"

"Oh! Right, yeah." Junia peeked over her shoulder at it, completely unembarrassed. "Cool, right? This one's my favorite shape." She shifted her hips and it dragged lazily between Abigail's thighs. "Mistress says I'm \\\*very\\\* talented. And it totally works, by the way! Like — \\\*works\\\* works." She giggled, bouncing. "Just so you know!"

Before Abigail could process \\\*that\\\* horrifying implication, the front door opened.

The witch stepped in — tall, sharp-featured, cloak dripping with rain. She surveyed the scene with the flat look of someone who'd found the cat on the counter again.

"Junia. You caught another one."

"MISTRESS! Look look look — she was stealing your stuff!"

The witch approached, pale eyes tracing Abigail's swollen chest, her wider hips, the subtle roundness of her belly. A knowing smile spread across her face.

"And she's already been breathing you in. Lovely."

"Breathing \\\*what\\\*—"

"Junia is a helium slime," the witch said casually, poking one of Abigail's swollen breasts and watching it bounce. "Every breath you've taken since walking in has been slowly filling you up. That little bit of extra \\\*fullness?\\\*" Her gaze dropped pointedly to Abigail's gently rounded stomach. "Just the ambient exposure."

Abigail's blood ran cold.

"Now that she's wrapped around you — skin to skin, direct absorption..." The witch laughed. "By the time she's done with you, they could strap ropes to your ankles and float you down Main Street. The prettiest parade float this city's ever seen."

"Ooh, ooh!" Junia squeezed tighter, nuzzling Abigail's neck. "Can I start for real? \\\*Please?\\\* She's so squirmy—"

"She's all yours, darling. I'm making tea." The witch turned away, then paused. "Oh — and Junia? You said \\\*it works?\\\* Perhaps give our little thief a... \\\*lasting\\\* reminder not to steal from me. Wouldn't that be fun?"

Junia \\\*lit up\\\*. Literally — her whole body glowed brighter. "Wait — really?! You mean I can—"

"Mm. Fill her up \\\*properly.\\\*"

Junia made a sound like a shaken bottle of champagne. The cock between Abigail's thighs \\\*throbbed\\\*, and the slime girl's grip shifted — tilting her hips, angling with obvious, gleeful intent.

"This is gonna be \\\*so\\\* fun," Junia whispered against her ear, giddy and breathless. "You're gonna get \\\*so\\\* big. Like — \\\*everywhere\\\* big."

The pressure built. Abigail's breasts swelled another fraction, her belly pushing rounder, and the tingling spread deeper as Junia rocked forward with a happy little hum.

She was just getting started.

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Hey! So obviously, we’re playing out Abigail getting dominated and inflated and potentially impregnated! Password is INFLATE THIS ASS!

18+

You know, finding random pair of panties on your bed would normally alert your average person into thinking ‘Oh My, who was in my house?’ While, that is a very real reaction, the panties were too cute and sexy to simply ignore.

So when Taylor arrived home, she took one glance as the lacy little things and stripped down to try them on. They fit her cute booty perfectly. Looking in the mirror, she couldn’t help but grin. She’d have to wear these for her next date!

However, something did look… off.

Staring in the mirror, and turning to the side…. She noticed her stomach protruding… much more than simply being full!

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Heyo! Hope you enjoyed this simple prompt! Looking to have someone play Taylor as she is slowly filled with helium by some cursed panties! Send a chat, and please be literate!

This plot is going to be a simple one, not terribly new, but it never gets old.

You had managed to acquire a genie’s lamp! And not just a simple one where it was antique but wasn’t real. No, this one was real deal. Genie that grants three wishes and everything.

However, like every other owner of the lamp before you, you had failed to be specific. And with a genie, specificity is EVERYTHING!

So when you had wished to give the mating press a try, you didn’t expect the genie to turn you into a girl and mating press you then and there!

And even after you finish up, you have 2 more wishes that you just HOPE he doesn’t twist!

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Heyo! Hope you liked the prompt! I am willing to swap out roles if you would much rather play the trickster genie! Focusing on MTF, spanking, groping, teasing, and mating press of course!

This’ll be pretty straightforward:

I want to take a feminist gal who is so anti-objectification and the sexualization of women, and inflate her into a fuck blimp. As long as she is inflated, all she is good for is to be filled with load after load! The worst part? Something deep in her is turned on by it! How we arrive to that point, we can discuss!

Literacy preferred, NO WEIGHT GAIN.

\*plap\*

Paranormal Pleasers were people who were considered to be a sort of societal hero in this world. Many of these paranormal entities were former humans who couldn't find a way to move on into the afterlife, due to some kind of lingering regret. So the Paranormal Pleaser Association, or PPA was founded to try and find a way to either get them to move on, or temporarily satiate them so they wouldn't cause disturbances for the living.

\*plap\*

So when John was emailed an application for a pleaser's role, it came as a shock! The pay was great, and it seemed as if they preferred his particular skillset! How they got his resume, he was unsure of, but he was excited to get to deal with the deep things of the paranormal! So he filled it out, and sent it back!

\*plap\*

They got back to him within the week, saying they had been trying to fill that particular role for years, and he was the first to apply! They communicated that they'd be sending wayward entities to his home daily for satiating sessions and to simply file a report after each day on each entity. They didn't give him any particular training or equipment, just that "He'll learn as he goes."

\*plap\*

Oh, and that he had to sign a 5-year contract for the role.

\*plap\*

What he didn't realize was the 'type' of pleaser he was going to be. So you can imagine his bewilderment went he woke up as a hit chick with a body men would kill to have in their sheets! In fact, that noise you've been hearing this whole time?

\*plap\*

Yeah! That one! That is John, or rather JANE, on the first day of her pleasing job. Right now, she's face down, ass up for a sex spirit that has been waiting to blow a load in something for years, and Jane's pussy will be it! But if you can't tell by how loud she is moaning, she is getting REALLY into it! Wonder how she'll feel when some of her more kinky patrons show up.

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Before I get into any more details about my prompt, I know exactly why you clicked on it. You saw that GM4MTF in my title and want someone to scratch the itch you feel to be turned into a chick. I get it, I get it. I share the same type of sentiment from time to time. But I have to let you know that unless you're a decently literate partner who can keep up decent grammar, punctuation, and spelling, just swipe through. No disrespect, we all have to start somewhere. But in the same way, being turned into a chick is a part of YOUR fantasy, having a partner who can be at least decently detailed is a part of mine. With what I am offering, I don't think that is too much to ask for, right?

ALRIGHT, you have made it this far! To summarize, John accidentally takes a job as a slut for paranormal creatures that need to be pleased in a \*different\* way than what is normal. Since they have been waiting years to fill the role, she has a huge backlog to get through.

The idea here is to mainly have human spirits, but some soft slime or tentacle related stuff is something I am totally open to! Maybe even waking up in a different body every day to better appease the spirit she will be having over?

BY THE WAY, the password is "People Pleaser" so just drop that in your message. As far as kinks, I am willing to be a bit flexible and chat things through.

Hope to see some letters!

Your last memory is alarms blaring, red lights flashing across the cockpit, and your ship spinning out of control through an uncharted system. Something went catastrophically wrong with the jump drive. Then—impact. Darkness.

Now consciousness seeps back slowly. Your head throbs. Everything feels... off. Wrong. Different.

Your eyes flutter open to a canopy of bioluminescent leaves overhead, glowing soft purples and blues in what must be the planet's twilight. The air is thick with the scent of exotic flowers—sweet, almost intoxicating. Vines with pastel blooms drape everywhere. Your ship... well, what's left of it is embedded in the soft loamy ground about twenty feet away, smoking gently.

You try to sit up, and that's when you notice.

Your chest feels heavy. You look down and— \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\*holy stars\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* — there are two very noticeable, very round curves straining against your torn flight suit. C-cups, perky and impossibly gravity-defying despite the planet's pull. Your hands fly to them instinctively. Soft. Real. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\*Yours?!\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\*

Scrambling to your feet, you nearly trip over your own center of balance, which has shifted dramatically. Your hips feel wider, your waist narrower. When you reach back, your hand meets a plump, perfectly rounded bubble butt that definitely wasn't there before. Your whole frame is slender now, compact, undeniably feminine and... cute?

A nearby pool of collected dew offers a reflection: delicate features, the same eyes but softer somehow, framed by your hair. You're still \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\*you\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\*, but completely transformed into a woman.

\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\*\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\*What happened? Was it the crash? Something in the planet's atmosphere? The strange flora surrounding you?\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\*\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\*

And more importantly—you're stranded on an unexplored world, in a body you don't recognize, with a destroyed ship and no immediate way home.

Welcome to your new reality. Time to figure out survival... and maybe what to do about these assets that seem determined to defy physics.

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\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\*\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\*Where do you go from here, traveler?\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\*\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\*

PW: CHANGE UP

Hey! Hope you are well! This will be a third person RP where your character is stuck as a woman, exploring a planet and all its perverted potential predicaments!

Your last memory is alarms blaring, red lights flashing across the cockpit, and your ship spinning out of control through an uncharted system. Something went catastrophically wrong with the jump drive. Then—impact. Darkness.

Now consciousness seeps back slowly. Your head throbs. Everything feels... off. Wrong. Different.

Your eyes flutter open to a canopy of bioluminescent leaves overhead, glowing soft purples and blues in what must be the planet's twilight. The air is thick with the scent of exotic flowers—sweet, almost intoxicating. Vines with pastel blooms drape everywhere. Your ship... well, what's left of it is embedded in the soft loamy ground about twenty feet away, smoking gently.

You try to sit up, and that's when you notice.

Your chest feels heavy. You look down and— \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\*holy stars\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* — there are two very noticeable, very round curves straining against your torn flight suit. C-cups, perky and impossibly gravity-defying despite the planet's pull. Your hands fly to them instinctively. Soft. Real. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\*Yours?!\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\*

Scrambling to your feet, you nearly trip over your own center of balance, which has shifted dramatically. Your hips feel wider, your waist narrower. When you reach back, your hand meets a plump, perfectly rounded bubble butt that definitely wasn't there before. Your whole frame is slender now, compact, undeniably feminine and... cute?

A nearby pool of collected dew offers a reflection: delicate features, the same eyes but softer somehow, framed by your hair. You're still \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\*you\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\*, but completely transformed into a woman.

\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\*\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\*What happened? Was it the crash? Something in the planet's atmosphere? The strange flora surrounding you?\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\*\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\*

And more importantly—you're stranded on an unexplored world, in a body you don't recognize, with a destroyed ship and no immediate way home.

Welcome to your new reality. Time to figure out survival... and maybe what to do about these assets that seem determined to defy physics.

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\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\*\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\*Where do you go from here, traveler?\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\*\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\*

PW: CHANGE UP

Hey! Hope you are well! This will be a third person RP where your character is stuck as a woman, exploring a planet and all its perverted potential predicaments!

Mayah stared at the little slimy creatures on the jar, watching the pair squirm around, looking for a nipple to suck. These little guys seemed harmless, that is until they found a woman’s tit to latch onto.

See, while they were extraordinarily rare, they were very troublesome. They would move quick, launching themselves at the nearest rack they found. All so they can begin to fill the poor girl’s tits up with helium.

Normally the body automatically tries to compensate, and leaves the victim with a permanently larger chest, at least by two cup sizes. Busting them out of their original bras was the purpose of the tit blimpers anyways.

Really, once they were on, they were nearly impossible to get off. And Mayah knew that all too well. Really, she had planned to use them on a friend, as a prank of course. However, fate would have it that her little tit-blimpers would find freedom.

And her tits, of course.

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Hey hey!

The Premise here is really fun, but also really simple! Looking to have Mayah’s boobs inflated like balloons, bursting out of her top while these little slimy creatures suck her tits!

While there are a lot of approaches to this, I think the humiliation + subtle pleasure on is what I am thinking. And of course, I am open to GMing or playing as Mayah! Whatever you are up for!

With all of that in mind, I am open to other forms of inflation play if you can catch my eye with it. Otherwise, we can focus on this prompt here! The passcode will be Rizz.

If you are interested, DM me!

John sat at the end of his bed, looking at Jillian with a quizzical look on his face. She had just… appeared in his bedroom, blabbering about how she was a minor goddess of beauty sent here to fulfill his wishes.

“So let me get this straight…” He said, looking down into empty space for a moment. “You lost the pantheon by spending too much time partying with humans, so they decided to make you my girlfriend?” He questioned, looking back up at her. He wasn’t totally against it, she was very attractive, but it sounded like a script for Punk’d.

Jillian, standing in a short, silk robe, nodded her head. “Yes, John. I’ve explained it a few times now. I, for the rest of your life, will be your personal toy. Now what do you want?”

John really just couldn’t believe any of this. How was he disposed to? Sure, he studied the Greek gods, but there was no way that all of this was real. “I’m sorry, Jill, but it just isn’t clicking for me. It sounds like a big joke, really.”

She crossed her arms, huffing a bit. She didn’t like being in this situation either, but it was doing this, or death. “Fine. I’ll guess I will prove it to you.” She turned around, lifting up her silk robe to reveal her nice ass, wrapped in a set of lacy white panties.

“What is showing me your ass is supposed t-“ He was cut off, as something odd, and very arousing happened in front of him. In a moment, her as swelled up, becoming bigger, and juicier.

Turned to look at him with a red face, full of embarrassment and anger, she crossed her arms under her boobs. “There, that proof enough for you?”

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Hey! Hope you enjoyed this! The idea is your character is a god who gets in trouble for fucking to many human girls, so it turned into a girl to learn a lesson!

Hope to hear from you!

John sat at the end of his bed, looking at Jillian with a quizzical look on his face. She had just… appeared in his bedroom, blabbering about how she was a minor goddess of beauty sent here to fulfill his wishes.

“So let me get this straight…” He said, looking down into empty space for a moment. “You lost on the pantheon by spending too much time partying with humans, so they decided to make you my girlfriend?” He questioned, looking back up at her. He was totally against it, she was very attractive, but it sounded like a script for Punk’d.

Jillian, standing in a short, silk robe, nodded her head. “Yes, John. I’ve explained it a few times now. I, for the rest of your life, will be your personal toy. Now what do you want?”

John really just couldn’t believe any of this. How was he disposed to? Sure, he studied the Greek gods, but there was no way that all of this was real. “I’m sorry, Jill, but it just isn’t clicking for me. It sounds like a big joke, really.”

She crossed her arms, huffing a bit. She didn’t like being in this situation either, but it was doing this, or death. “Fine. I’ll guess I will prove it to you.” She turned around, lifting up her silk robe to reveal her nice ass, wrapped in a set of lacy white panties.

“What, showing me your ass is supposed t-“ He was cut off, as something odd, and very arousing happened in front of him. In a moment, her as swelled up, becoming bigger, and juicier.

Turned to look at him with a red face, full of embarrassment and anger, she crossed her arms under her boobs. “There, that proof enough for you?”

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Hey! Hope you enjoyed this! The idea is your character is a god who gets in trouble for fucking to many human girls, so it turned into a girl to learn a lesson!

Hope to hear from you!

"What the hell do you mean I have to \\\*tame\\\* this thing?" Sofia questioned over the phone, feeling a sudden pressure building in her as what felt like air rose through her body, her tits gaining a full cup size in a matter of seconds! The white crop top she had on slowly starting to lose its ability to cover her breasts at all, her much perkier boobs already on the way to outgrowing it.

"You really think that it would be as easy letting that slime bond to you and it would just... do what you say? It’s a \\\*living thing\\\* that has its own will." Came back the voice from over her phone, Sofia now leaning over her countertop, glancing down at her hips where the creature causing her predicament rested.

Wrapped around her hips like a pair of panties was this damn slime! She had bought it from the black market clerk over the phone because she was informed that it could help make her pleasantly curvier. But all it was doing was... Inflating her! Oh and uh... Well it DID have a tentacle about 7 inches deep in her pussy. The thick member stuffed in between her legs throbbed and shifted, causing a light wave of pleasure through Sofia's body with every movement.

"L-listen! I just need you to -OH!" Another cup size, now her tits were hanging out of the bottom of the crop top, giving some sexy underboss. "Get this thing off! How the hell am I supposed to do it?" She was desperate, if things kept up, she would be a balloon in no time!

"Sorry lady, no can do. Those things have a habit of bonding for life. Once it is stuffed inside you, it isn't planning on bonding with anyone else. Based upon your complaints thusfar, it even seems life it likes you quite a bit!"

Sofia huffed in frustration, pinching her brow as she felt a sudden widening of her hips, her ass filling out with them. "So how am I supposed to... tame this thing?" She questioned, looking down into her expanding bust with worry.

"Hell if I know, I am not a Beast Tamer. I just sell them." The gruff clerk on the other end of the line responded, cackling. "Hire a beast tamer to figure it out! But don't forget those little guys are pretty illegal to get ahold of without the proper licenses!" With that, he laughed again before hanging up.

Looks like Sofia was stuck. She'd have to figure out how to tame this thing before it made a whole balloon of her, or go to jail trying to get a beast tamer to do it for her!

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Hey hey! Hope you found this prompt to be fun! This is more of a snippet of where I plan for the prompt to go, with Sofia being placed in different types of situations where her new pet slime inflates, fucks, and humiliates her!

With all that said, the password is going to be "Filler Episode" and as friendly reminder this is a helium centric prompt, not a WG prompt.

Hope to hear back from you!

Thanks

John sat at the end of his bed, looking at Jillian with a quizzical look on his face. She had just… appeared in his bedroom, blabbering about how she was a minor goddess of beauty sent here to fulfill his wishes.

“So let me get this straight…” He said, looking down into empty space for a moment. “You lost on the pantheon by spending too much time partying with humans, so they decided to make you my girlfriend?” He questioned, looking back up at her. He was totally against it, she was very attractive, but it sounded like a script for Punk’d.

Jillian, standing in a short, silk robe, nodded her head. “Yes, John. I’ve explained it a few times now. I, for the rest of your life, will be your personal toy. Now what do you want?”

John really just couldn’t believe any of this. How was he disposed to? Sure, he studied the Greek gods, but there was no way that all of this was real. “I’m sorry, Jill, but it just isn’t clicking for me. It sounds like a big joke, really.”

She crossed her arms, huffing a bit. She didn’t like being in this situation either, but it was doing this, or death. “Fine. I’ll guess I will prove it to you.” She turned around, lifting up her silk robe to reveal her nice ass, wrapped in a set of lacy white panties.

“What, showing me your ass is supposed t-“ He was cut off, as something odd, and very arousing happened in front of him. In a moment, her as swelled up, becoming bigger, and juicier.

Turned to look at him with a red face, full of embarrassment and anger, she crossed her arms under her boobs. “There, that proof enough for you?”

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Hey! Hope you enjoyed this! The idea is your character is a god who gets in trouble for fucking to many human girls, so it turned into a girl to learn a lesson!

Hope to hear from you!

John sat at the end of his bed, looking at Jillian with a quizzical look on his face. She had just… appeared in his bedroom, blabbering about how she was a minor goddess of beauty sent here to fulfill his wishes.

“So let me get this straight…” He said, looking down into empty space for a moment. “You lost on the pantheon by spending too much time partying with humans, so they decided to make you my girlfriend?” He questioned, looking back up at her. He was totally against it, she was very attractive, but it sounded like a script for Punk’d.

Jillian, standing in a short, silk robe, nodded her head. “Yes, John. I’ve explained it a few times now. I, for the rest of your life, will be your personal toy. Now what do you want?”

John really just couldn’t believe any of this. How was he disposed to? Sure, he studied the Greek gods, but there was no way that all of this was real. “I’m sorry, Jill, but it just isn’t clicking for me. It sounds like a big joke, really.”

She crossed her arms, huffing a bit. She didn’t like being in this situation either, but it was doing this, or death. “Fine. I’ll guess I will prove it to you.” She turned around, lifting up her silk robe to reveal her nice ass, wrapped in a set of lacy white panties.

“What, showing me your ass is supposed t-“ He was cut off, as something odd, and very arousing happened in front of him. In a moment, her as swelled up, becoming bigger, and juicier.

Turned to look at him with a red face, full of embarrassment and anger, she crossed her arms under her boobs. “There, that proof enough for you?”

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Hey! Hope you enjoyed this! The idea is your character is a god who gets in trouble for fucking to many human girls, so it turned into a girl to learn a lesson!

Hope to hear from you!

Marcus had been ecstatic when the exclusive invitation arrived—a weekend pass to the legendary Breeder's Resort, where virile men were paired with eager women desperate to conceive. The brochure promised an endless rotation of beautiful, willing partners, and Marcus spent the limo ride fantasizing about his upcoming conquests.

After checking in, he was given a welcome cocktail and shown to his luxurious suite. The drink tasted sweet, almost too sweet, but he downed it anyway, not wanting to seem ungrateful. The attendant smiled knowingly as she closed the door behind her.

Marcus barely made it to the bed before drowsiness overtook him.

When consciousness returned, everything felt wrong. The silk sheets against his skin sent unfamiliar shivers through his body. His chest felt heavy, weighted. His hips ached with a strange, hollow sensation. Panic rising, Marcus stumbled out of bed—and nearly fell, his center of gravity completely off.

The floor-length mirror across the room caught his attention, and Marcus approached it on unsteady legs. What he saw made his blood run cold. Staring back at him was a petite, curvaceous young woman with wide, terrified eyes. His eyes. Her hand—his hand—rose to touch the unfamiliar face, traced down to full breasts, a narrow waist, flared hips.

Behind him, the door clicked open, and he heard voices—male voices—discussing breeding schedules and ovulation windows.

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Looking for a fun, literate roleplay with our main character, now Morgan, dealing with her predicament and all the sex that comes with it! PW is Change-Up!

John sat at the end of his bed, looking at Jillian with a quizzical look on his face. She had just… appeared in his bedroom, blabbering about how she was a minor goddess of beauty sent here to fulfill his wishes.

“So let me get this straight…” He said, looking down into empty space for a moment. “You lost on the pantheon by spending too much time partying with humans, so they decided to make you my girlfriend?” He questioned, looking back up at her. He was totally against it, she was very attractive, but it sounded like a script for Punk’d.

Jillian, standing in a short, silk robe, nodded her head. “Yes, John. I’ve explained it a few times now. I, for the rest of your life, will be your personal toy. Now what do you want?”

John really just couldn’t believe any of this. How was he disposed to? Sure, he studied the Greek gods, but there was no way that all of this was real. “I’m sorry, Jill, but it just isn’t clicking for me. It sounds like a big joke, really.”

She crossed her arms, huffing a bit. She didn’t like being in this situation either, but it was doing this, or death. “Fine. I’ll guess I will prove it to you.” She turned around, lifting up her silk robe to reveal her nice ass, wrapped in a set of lacy white panties.

“What, showing me your ass is supposed t-“ He was cut off, as something odd, and very arousing happened in front of him. In a moment, her as swelled up, becoming bigger, and juicier.

Turned to look at him with a red face, full of embarrassment and anger, she crossed her arms under her boobs. “There, that proof enough for you?”

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Hey! Hope you enjoyed this! The idea is your character is a god who gets in trouble for fucking to many human girls, so it turned into a girl to learn a lesson!

Hope to hear from you!

Marcus had been ecstatic when the exclusive invitation arrived—a weekend pass to the legendary Breeder's Resort, where virile men were paired with eager women desperate to conceive. The brochure promised an endless rotation of beautiful, willing partners, and Marcus spent the limo ride fantasizing about his upcoming conquests.

After checking in, he was given a welcome cocktail and shown to his luxurious suite. The drink tasted sweet, almost too sweet, but he downed it anyway, not wanting to seem ungrateful. The attendant smiled knowingly as she closed the door behind her.

Marcus barely made it to the bed before drowsiness overtook him.

When consciousness returned, everything felt wrong. The silk sheets against his skin sent unfamiliar shivers through his body. His chest felt heavy, weighted. His hips ached with a strange, hollow sensation. Panic rising, Marcus stumbled out of bed—and nearly fell, his center of gravity completely off.

The floor-length mirror across the room caught his attention, and Marcus approached it on unsteady legs. What he saw made his blood run cold. Staring back at him was a petite, curvaceous young woman with wide, terrified eyes. His eyes. Her hand—his hand—rose to touch the unfamiliar face, traced down to full breasts, a narrow waist, flared hips.

Behind him, the door clicked open, and he heard voices—male voices—discussing breeding schedules and ovulation windows.

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Looking for a fun, literate roleplay with our main character, now Morgan, dealing with her predicament and all the sex that comes with it! PW is Change-Up!