u/RuinMyCareer

Yeah definitely a weird title to be sure. I'd prefer you play a cop but chances are you're going to want to be the dom who broke my baby girl, but I'm getting ahead of myself. See you knock on my door, hat in hand with some horrible news, my daughters a cock addicted slut. You felt it only right to tell me yourself how she was found covered in cum this morning, hips still thrusting to meet a cock that wasn't there anymore. I of course cry and say it isn't true, not my amazing smart and beautiful girl but you insist. We have a long back and forth about her future, loss of IQ and although the tone is somber the words used are horribly graphic.

In any other roleplay I'd be the slut having her mind melted after her 12th load of cum but I've always been so fascinated in the aftermath and well it can be hard to get there sometimes. This time I'm fast forwarding all the way to the end! To be clear there is NO SEX between the characters we roleplay though you may comment on how she gets her looks from me. Kinks for this roleplay include obscene amounts of cum, IQ loss, and gigantic cocks and reputation death.

You come in tell me my daughter was found stuffed and drenched in cum, completely addicted. I say you have the wrong person and you show me a picture. I cry and we spend the rest of the session discussing the kinds of clothes and cocks that will become a daily part of her life now.

You check the address one last time to make sure you had it correct as you knock on the heavy oak door. It never got any easier breaking this kind of news to someone. You hear a cheerful voice call back to you.
"Coming!"
Followed by the sound of footsteps approaching the door. Ms.Smith was in a good mood and you were about to ruin it for her.

The door opens and a gorgeous middle aged woman in nothing but a bath towel opens the door. Her long brunette hair is still wet, her ample DDD breasts nearly spilling out of the towel wrapped around her and clearly not up to the task assigned to it.

"How can I help you?"

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Yeah definitely a weird title to be sure. I'd prefer you play a cop but chances are you're going to want to be the dom who broke my baby girl, but I'm getting ahead of myself. See you knock on my door, hat in hand with some horrible news, my daughters a cock addicted slut. You felt it only right to tell me yourself how she was found covered in cum this morning, hips still thrusting to meet a cock that wasn't there anymore. I of course cry and say it isn't true, not my amazing smart and beautiful girl but you insist. We have a long back and forth about her future, loss of IQ and although the tone is somber the words used are horribly graphic.

In any other roleplay I'd be the slut having her mind melted after her 12th load of cum but I've always been so fascinated in the aftermath and well it can be hard to get there sometimes. This time I'm fast forwarding all the way to the end! To be clear there is NO SEX between the characters we roleplay though you may comment on how she gets her looks from me. Kinks for this roleplay include obscene amounts of cum, IQ loss, and gigantic cocks and reputation death.

You come in tell me my daughter was found stuffed and drenched in cum, completely addicted. I say you have the wrong person and you show me a picture. I cry and we spend the rest of the session discussing the kinds of clothes and cocks that will become a daily part of her life now.

You check the address one last time to make sure you had it correct as you knock on the heavy oak door. It never got any easier breaking this kind of news to someone. You hear a cheerful voice call back to you.
"Coming!"
Followed by the sound of footsteps approaching the door. Ms.Smith was in a good mood and you were about to ruin it for her.

The door opens and a gorgeous middle aged woman in nothing but a bath towel opens the door. Her long brunette hair is still wet, her ample DDD breasts nearly spilling out of the towel wrapped around her and clearly not up to the task assigned to it.

"How can I help you?"

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I want you to ask me, in obscenely vulgar detail, if I’m ready for the life of a fuck toy, a second class citizen. Ask me with concern and worry if I really want everyone staring at my fake E cup tits. If I want people fucking me without so much as a hello. If I’m ready to taste nothing but cum for the rest of my life.

Tell me there is time to take it back. I can undo this. That no one has to know about this fantasy of mine. Explain to me how I’ll reek of cum, how my friends family and co-workers will react to seeing me like this. The sadness, and disappointment on their faces.

Oh also I know this is a free use fantasy but I’m a total size queen so let’s go for quality over quantity for my new life.

Or if you just want my opinion on your porn collection I’m fine with that as well.

WARNING: This post contains themes of Non-Con

My biggest fantasy has always been the idea of Family, friends, or loved ones thinking I should be a fuck toy. Why do they think this? Well it could be any number of reasons. Maybe it’s some kind of spell, maybe they’re happy found my diary, maybe I made a mistake and it’s common to assume this is what fuck ups really want to do.

The point is you’re here in my home, someone I trust, telling me that as of tomorrow my life is over. You calmly explain how it took some effort but that at noon tomorrow my personal info will be shown to the public and I’ll be free game. I get upset with you while you calmly and lovingly explain how I’ll be much happier with a womb full of cum. You tell me details of the person who will be coming by to collect me. How they’ve been told I’m an insatiable size queen and love “pretending to resist”. Elements of race and orientation play are welcomed.

The appeal comes from graphically describing my life of being a fuck toy and the disconnect in tone like it’s a decision to go to rehab or something. Explaining how I’ll be mindlessly bouncing on cock by the end of the week and you’ll be there to check up on me.

Yeah definitely a weird title to be sure. I'd prefer you play a cop but chances are you're going to want to be the dom who broke my baby girl, but I'm getting ahead of myself. See you knock on my door, hat in hand with some horrible news, my daughters a cock addicted slut. You felt it only right to tell me yourself how she was found covered in cum this morning, hips still thrusting to meet a cock that wasn't there anymore. I of course cry and say it isn't true, not my amazing smart and beautiful girl but you insist. We have a long back and forth about her future, loss of IQ and although the tone is somber the words used are horribly graphic.

In any other roleplay I'd be the slut having her mind melted after her 12th load of cum but I've always been so fascinated in the aftermath and well it can be hard to get there sometimes. This time I'm fast forwarding all the way to the end! To be clear there is NO SEX between the characters we roleplay though you may comment on how she gets her looks from me. Maybe even steer the conversation towards how I may be responsible for all of this. Kinks for this roleplay include obscene amounts of cum, IQ loss, and reputation death.

You check the address one last time to make sure you had it correct as you knock on the heavy oak door. It never got any easier breaking this kind of news to someone. You hear a cheerful voice call back to you.
"Coming!"
Followed by the sound of footsteps approaching the door. Ms.Smith was in a good mood and you were about to ruin it for her.

The door opens and a gorgeous middle aged woman in nothing but a bath towel opens the door. Her long brunette hair is still wet, her ample DDD breasts nearly spilling out of the towel wrapped around her and clearly not up to the task assigned to it.

"How can I help you?"

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Yeah definitely a weird title to be sure. I'd prefer you play a cop but chances are you're going to want to be the dom who broke my baby girl, but I'm getting ahead of myself. See you knock on my door, hat in hand with some horrible news, my daughters a cock addicted slut. You felt it only right to tell me yourself how she was found covered in cum this morning, hips still thrusting to meet a cock that wasn't there anymore. I of course cry and say it isn't true, not my amazing smart and beautiful girl but you insist. We have a long back and forth about her future, loss of IQ and although the tone is somber the words used are horribly graphic.

In any other roleplay I'd be the slut having her mind melted after her 12th load of cum but I've always been so fascinated in the aftermath and well it can be hard to get there sometimes. This time I'm fast forwarding all the way to the end! To be clear there is NO SEX between the characters we roleplay though you may comment on how she gets her looks from me. Maybe even steer the conversation towards how I may be responsible for all of this. Kinks for this roleplay include obscene amounts of cum, IQ loss, and reputation death.

You check the address one last time to make sure you had it correct as you knock on the heavy oak door. It never got any easier breaking this kind of news to someone. You hear a cheerful voice call back to you.
"Coming!"
Followed by the sound of footsteps approaching the door. Ms.Smith was in a good mood and you were about to ruin it for her.

The door opens and a gorgeous middle aged woman in nothing but a bath towel opens the door. Her long brunette hair is still wet, her ample DDD breasts nearly spilling out of the towel wrapped around her and clearly not up to the task assigned to it.

"How can I help you?"

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Yeah definitely a weird title to be sure. I'd prefer you play a cop but chances are you're going to want to be the dom who broke my baby girl, but I'm getting ahead of myself. See you knock on my door, hat in hand with some horrible news, my daughters a cock addicted slut. You felt it only right to tell me yourself how she was found covered in cum this morning, hips still thrusting to meet a cock that wasn't there anymore. I of course cry and say it isn't true, not my amazing smart and beautiful girl but you insist. We have a long back and forth about her future, loss of IQ and although the tone is somber the words used are horribly graphic.

In any other roleplay I'd be the slut having her mind melted after her 12th load of cum but I've always been so fascinated in the aftermath and well it can be hard to get there sometimes. This time I'm fast forwarding all the way to the end! To be clear there is NO SEX between the characters we roleplay though you may comment on how she gets her looks from me. Maybe even steer the conversation towards how I may be responsible for all of this. Kinks for this roleplay include obscene amounts of cum, IQ loss, and reputation death.

You check the address one last time to make sure you had it correct as you knock on the heavy oak door. It never got any easier breaking this kind of news to someone. You hear a cheerful voice call back to you.
"Coming!"
Followed by the sound of footsteps approaching the door. Ms.Smith was in a good mood and you were about to ruin it for her.

The door opens and a gorgeous middle aged woman in nothing but a bath towel opens the door. Her long brunette hair is still wet, her ample DDD breasts nearly spilling out of the towel wrapped around her and clearly not up to the task assigned to it.

"How can I help you?"

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Yeah definitely a weird title to be sure. I'd prefer you play a cop but chances are you're going to want to be the dom who broke my baby girl, but I'm getting ahead of myself. See you knock on my door, hat in hand with some horrible news, my (COLLEGE AGED!!!) daughters a cock addicted slut. You felt it only right to tell me yourself how she was found covered in cum this morning, hips still thrusting to meet a cock that wasn't there anymore. I of course cry and say it isn't true, not my amazing smart and beautiful girl but you insist. We have a long back and forth about her future, loss of IQ and although the tone is somber the words used are horribly graphic.

In any other roleplay I'd be the slut having her mind melted after her 12th load of cum but I've always been so fascinated in the aftermath and well it can be hard to get there sometimes. This time I'm fast forwarding all the way to the end! To be clear there is NO SEX between the characters we roleplay though you may comment on how she gets her looks from me. Maybe even steer the conversation towards how I may be responsible for all of this. Kinks for this roleplay include obscene amounts of cum, IQ loss, and reputation death. If you would like to add raceplay or some kind of fantasy element I'm happy to discuss it.

You check the address one last time to make sure you had it correct as you knock on the heavy oak door. It never got any easier breaking this kind of news to someone. You hear a cheerful voice call back to you.
"Coming!"
Followed by the sound of footsteps approaching the door. Ms.Smith was in a good mood and you were about to ruin it for her.

The door opens and a gorgeous middle aged woman in nothing but a bath towel opens the door. Her long brunette hair is still wet, her ample DDD breasts nearly spilling out of the towel wrapped around her and clearly not up to the task assigned to it.
"How can I help you?"

My biggest fantasy has always been my friends, family, or coworkers deciding I should turned into a fuck toy for the rest of my life.

Maybe they find my diary, maybe it’s a spell, maybe they’ve just always suspected. Maybe they have tears in their eyes, maybe they’re happy for me, maybe they’re disappointed in me. One thing is for sure.

I’m naked and bound with my feet behind my head as you casually cum load after load into my womb like it’s nothing and you face time my boss, teacher, boyfriend, girlfriend, parents, best friend and not only tell them why I’m going to be absent from their lives for a while but show them as well. Let them know this is what’s needed for me to be truly happy, becoming a low IQ fuck toy with fat rapable tits!

My biggest fantasy has always been my friends, family, or coworkers deciding I should turned into a fuck toy for the rest of my life.

Maybe they find my diary, maybe it’s a spell, maybe they’ve just always suspected. Maybe they have tears in their eyes, maybe they’re happy for me, maybe they’re disappointed in me. One thing is for sure.

I’m naked and locked in a stockade while they’re explaining this to me while I cry and beg for mercy. They want me to know there is no other way. That I’ll be happier used as a living sex toy. That they’ll come and visit what’s left of me and give me a nice throat fuck.

The fact that this is done with love and not hate is what turns me on so much. The idea that it’s not some evil scheme but that LOVE is what’s going to ensure I spend the rest of my life covered in cum. The idea that people just naturally ignore my screams and are completely convinced I’m loving this new life turns me on like you wouldn’t believe and I can’t wait to discuss it with you.

WARNING: This post contains themes of Non-Con

My biggest fantasy has always been the idea of Family, friends, or loved ones thinking I should be a free use (used by anyone, not owned) fuck toy. Why do they think this? Well it could be any number of reasons. Maybe it’s some kind of spell, maybe they’re happy found my diary, maybe I made a mistake and it’s common to assume this is what fuck ups really want to do.

The point is I wake up bound with my feet behind my head and my shaven exposed pussy completely defenseless with those I care most about ready to say goodbye. Maybe some are sad I’ve “picked” this life for myself. Maybe they’re a bit disappointed. Maybe some still have a hard time believing it, my begging does seem very convincing are they sure I’m just acting?

I try convincing them it’s a misunderstanding, I’ll never do it again, etc etc but it’s not a real conversation, my fates already sealed. They talk about how I’ll be happier choking on thick gooey cum then I ever was doing my job. How they’ll come visit me and give me a hard good fucking while tears stream down my face.

The reason this isn’t 4gm is I’m happy to play some of the crowd as well and discussing this further with you in private!

My biggest fantasy has always been my friends, family, or coworkers deciding I should turned into a fuck toy for the rest of my life.

Maybe they find my diary, maybe it’s a spell, maybe they’ve just always suspected. Maybe they have tears in their eyes, maybe they’re happy for me, maybe they’re disappointed in me. One thing is for sure.

I’m naked and bound at the foot of a creature man or otherwise with a giant cock and they’re explaining this to me while I cry and beg for mercy. They want me to know there is no other way. That I’ll be happier used as a living sex toy. That they’ll come and visit what’s left of me and give me a nice throat fuck.

The fact that this is done with love and not hate is what turns me on so much. The idea that it’s not some evil scheme but that LOVE is what’s going to ensure I spend the rest of my life covered in cum. The idea that people just naturally ignore my screams and are completely convinced I’m loving this new life turns me on like you wouldn’t believe and I can’t wait to discuss it with you.