u/guust125

So you're my brother's new friend, huh? Don't look so terrified. I'm just sitting here. You probably think I chose this, that I wanted to be a nine-foot-tall mountain of blubber. I didn't. When you're a futa, the appetite comes with the cock. It's a biological imperative. I'm always hungry, a burning, endless hunger that nothing can satisfy. I tried to fight it at first, but you can't fight biology. So I eat. And eat. And I keep growing taller, and the hunger keeps growing with me. This gut... it's not a choice. It's just a side effect of being what I am. A prisoner to my own monstrous metabolism.

My legs are like tree trunks, thick and powerful, holding up all this weight without any effort, and my feet are enormous. But the real crown jewel is what's resting on that ottoman. Go on, look. That's my cock. It's not just big, it's a biological anomaly. A full three feet of rock-hard, futa supremacy, as thick as your thigh, and it never, ever goes soft. It's a roadmap of thick, angry veins, each one pulsing with the sheer volume of blood it takes to keep this monster erect. It just lies there, a sleeping god, leaking a constant river of slick, clear pre-cum onto the cum-stained fabric.

And these balls... they're the engine. Hanging right over the edge of this sofa, each one is the size of a melon, heavy and swollen, constantly churning. You can almost hear them gurgling, working overtime, producing more of this thick, disgusting seed than is physically possible. See that bucket in front of it? It's overflowing, isn't it? That's just since this morning. All that vile, potent seed, produced in a few hours. It just keeps spewing out, a non-stop torrent that fills the bucket and spills onto the floor. The smell... that's the real cocktail. It's my musk, my sweat, the food I'm always eating, and the thick, heady stench of my endless cum. It's the smell of pure, unfiltered power.

My family, they get it. They bring me food, they clean my messes, and they service this monster when it demands attention. It's easier that way. But every now and then, someone new comes into the house. Someone like you. I can see it in your eyes. You're trying to be polite, but you're repulsed and fascinated all at once. You're looking at the bucket, at my churning balls, and you're wondering what it would be like to drown in all that seed.

I'm bored of my family's familiar mouths and asses. I want something new. So here's what's going to happen. I'm not going to lock the door. I don't need to. I'm nine feet tall. I'm going to stand up, and you're going to see just how small you really are. I'm going to take one step, and you'll be backed into a corner with nowhere to go. My massive frame will block out the light, and all you'll be able to see, all you'll be able to smell, is me.

Then I'm going to grab you. I'm going to force you to your knees in front of that overflowing bucket and make you lap up my spilled seed like a dog. You'll worship this colossal, veiny cock, you'll feel my heavy, churning balls against your face, and then I'm going to fuck you. I'll lift you up like you're nothing and impale you on this shaft, stretching you so wide you'll tear. I'll use your holes to dump another gallon of cum into, and when I'm done with you, you'll be a broken, leaking mess, reeking of me and my seed. You'll be my new toy, my new cumdump, and there's absolutely nothing you can do to stop it. Now, are you going to stand there looking stupid, or are you going to come closer and get a real taste?

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Kinks: Size/Height/Power difference, Large Dicks/Breasts/Ass/Balls, muscle, Size comparison, ripping clothing, clothed sex, cross-dressing, flirting, groping, kissing, D/s, dub/non-con, domination, total power exchange, high heels, boots, leg focus, feet, pet play, displaying feats of strength, using my body to get my way, humiliation, worshiping, ego stroking, light pain, cock slapping, blowjobs, deepthroating, face sitting, smothering, lots of cum, cum diet, cumflation, condoms, growth, deep throating, anal, breastfeeding, lactation, penis/ball care

Limits: gore, blood, underage

You were one of the lucky ones with that big monster sitting in your pants. A large majestic cock with a big pair of matching balls. You were never ashamed to undress in locker rooms as you'd just make all the other guys feel inadequate. When going out you always wore skinny jeans to show off your signature bulge - the best wingman ever. All you had to do was grind up to a girl and once she grasped how big you were, she just couldn't say no. It didn't even matter who she'd been with before, you were always bigger. You found out quickly that word travelled fast and soon you'd be bombarded with messages, requests, and girls grinding all over you with the hopes of getting a taste of that white monster in your pants.

But those times are over now. You're married, have three children, and are enjoying the perfect suburban life. You put a lot of effort into your high paying job and have exchanged your skinny jeans for a loose pair of trousers. Of course you still carry that confidence of knowing you're the biggest guy in the room, but you did not want to harm your professional reputation, so you kept it a secret. A secret that lasted until today...

The day started like any other Monday. You woke up, got dressed and drove to work. After entering the building you stopped by reception to pick up your mail. Amy, the receptionist, is usually scrolling away on her phone while she lets you sort through the stack of letters. This morning she was very helpful. "Good morning sir, I hope you had a great weekend!" She called out joyfully. "Here is your mail for the day. Let me know if you need my assistance with anything else." Her hand touched yours as she handed you the stack of letters, while her eyes were lingering on your pants. Your froze for a couple of seconds trying to process the interaction, but snapped out of it to continue with your day.

You headed in the empty elevator. But as the door started to close, a hand stopped them. "Hold it!" The doors opened again revealing none other than Rebecca. "I'm not letting you get away that easily." she purred as she entered the elevator. Like most women in this office, Rebecca was tall, blonde and hot. She was only a couple years younger than you, but still looked absolutely stunning. You might even say she's an upgraded version of your wife. Why else has she been your office crush all this time? After a couple of seconds she broke the silence. "Okay big guy, here's the deal, I am very pissed with you right now", she called out. "Pissed because of your not so little secret and I don't like being kept in the dark. So you have some making up to do. I'll stop by your office after lunch for a coffee break. You better be ready!" With those words she exited the elevator on her floor, leaving you in silence to process what just happened.

Finally you arrived on your floor, but the strangeness continued. All your female coworkers were giving you smiles and glimpses like you were a sports superstar. You rushed to your office trying to dodge any conversation. Once there you sat down behind your desk and booted up your computer, which was overflowing with e-mail. Your used to getting a lot of it, but this was something else. Almost all of your requests were fulfilled and granted and your calendar was filled up with coffee chats and catchups with female colleagues, not just Rebecca.

You started clearing the e-mail, but didn't get far when Esther came in. She's the new intern that had been assigned to you a couple of weeks ago. This morning was a bit different, however. The outfit she was wearing was so skimpy you questioned whether it was even allowed in company policy. She wore a very short leather skirt and a white blouse you could see the color of her bra through, putting her perky body on display for you. She asked if you needed help with anything, but you brushed her off as you needed to finish those e-mail.

But right as you were about to start you heard a voice that sent a shiver down your spine. "Well, well, well, if it isn't the big guy I'm looking for." You looked up and saw Jessica, your boss, standing in the doorway. When it came to tall, blonde and hot in the office, she was the tallest, blondest, and hottest. As she entered your office and stood next to Esther, there was just no comparison. Even though you found Esther, like Rebecca, hotter than your current wife, Jessica floored her. She was a Goddess wither her massive tits, giant ass and tall, tall stature. She was even taller than you. Everywhere she went she left a trail of boners in her wake. A trail which now also included you.

All morning you had been tempted and you tried to not let it get to you, but slowly your dick started swelling up. And now as you saw those large curves jiggling all over Jessica's body while she walked over to your desk, you popped a full boner. You felt your pants tense against your throbbing cock and decided to remain seated to keep your bulge hidden from Jessica who was now standing in front of your desk. She leaned forward, exposing her deep cleavage which looked to be more unbuttoned than usual, and started speaking. "So, I have this situation ..." But then your mind went blank. All you could think about was those two giant breasts dangling in front of you and you fantasy started racing. Like she was using her secret seduction weapon on you.

Suddenly it was silent and you snapped out of your dirty thoughts. You looked up at Jessica who seemed to be waiting for a response. "So how does that sound?" she asked. You didn't hear the question, but politely agreed anyways. "Great! Then I'll see you later this evening for dinner." she replied with a smile as she exited the office. You were caught in your dreams again as you saw her beautiful ass rock back and forth in her skirt. She truly was a Goddess.

Now you still had no clue what was going on this morning. But your answer came in the form of a new e-mail. It was the results of your medical checkup from last week. Usually you went to your own doctor. But this time it was more convenient to go to the company doctor. And of course as part of the exam, a picture of your giant dick next to a ruler was included.

Oh boy, you truly are in trouble now.

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Hi there, I hope you enjoyed that little introduction of a guy who is in a lot of trouble at work. The main theme I am looking for is a mix of cheating and femdom whereby a loyal husband is tested with temptation at his job. I do envision him resisting at first but eventually ending up with one or more of these women. This can be him realizing how much hotter these women are compared to his wife, the girls taking what they want in a noncon setup, or anything in between.

For your character, my preference is that you play as someone who is more than just a big dick. He can be handsome, well-educated, and charismatic with his big dick to top it off making him a true prize to chase for all the women around him. I have other preferences as well, we can discuss in more detail. Same goes for my characters if you have a certain type in mind.

As you probably can tell, I tend to write a lot (usually 2-5 paragraphs). And while I don't expect my counterparts to write full novel, I do appreciate the immersion that comes from this extra detail. I can write in 1st or 3rd person, depending on the setup and my partner.

If you are still interested and looking to reach out, please list your kinks and limits, an introduction to your character, and the name of your favorite character from the prompt to play against. Looking forward to hearing from all of you!

Kinks: femdom, cheating, size/height/strength difference, tall characters (6+ feet), domination, worshipping, ego stroking, high heels/high heeled boots, big breasts, big ass, leg focus, flirting, using my body to get my way, teasing, edging, begging, humiliation, total power exchange, rough sex, blow jobs, cum milking, premature ejaculation, condoms, strap on, leather boots, elbow gloves, stockings, dominatrix, leashes, whips, human furniture, facesitting, stepping on, verbal/physical abuse, clothed sex, wardrobe malfunctions, outfit control, outercourse, pet play, cocky men, sph, orgasm control, cucking

Limits: gore, vore, scat, blood, permanent injury

I make sure you hear my steps before you see me. The hallway outside is quiet, muted by plush carpet and low lighting, but my stride is unhurried and deliberate, each movement of my body controlled, balanced, aware of the effect it has. When I push open the door, warm amber light spills across my skin, tracing the outline of me before you ever fully lift your eyes. The air inside is thick with heat and scented oil, and you stand beside the massage table with that careful, composed posture you must practice in the mirror, shoulders squared, chin neutral, hands folded loosely in front of you. It lasts only a second before it falters.

The robe they've given me is soft white cotton, but it was not designed for a woman of my proportions. It barely skims the tops of my thighs, and with every step forward the hem threatens to rise higher and expose my pussy. The belt sits tight around my slim waist, exaggerating the sweep of my hips and the length of my legs. Above it, the fabric refuses to behave. My breasts press against the robe until the neckline parts, a pale line of cleavage exposed and unapologetic, the material straining just enough to make its inadequacy obvious.

Your gaze climbs from my bare calves to my knees, then up the long stretch of my thighs. I am taller than you anticipated, that much is clear. My height changes the air between us. When I stop a few steps away, you have to tilt your head ever so slightly, and even then your eyes don't quite reach mine. The top of your head would brush my chin if I stepped closer. The realization lingers between us, heavy and charged.

I move past you slowly, close enough that my perfume trails behind me, subtle, expensive, something floral with a darker undertone, and I know it will stay in your lungs longer than you intend. I am the appointment you will remember long after this day ends.

When you excuse yourself to prepare, I untie the robe with steady hands. The knot loosens and the belt slips free, and for a brief moment the fabric hangs open before sliding from my shoulders. It falls down my arms, brushes over my hips, pools at my feet. I step out of it without looking down and climb onto the table, the vinyl cool beneath me as I stretch out on my stomach.

However, the table is too short. My legs extend beyond it effortlessly, and my feet dangle over the edge, toes relaxed, perfectly pedicured, catching the golden light. My body forms a long, deliberate line: shoulders broad and smooth, waist narrowing elegantly before curving into the fuller shape of my hips. When I settle, my chest presses into the cushion, lifting my upper back slightly, creating a natural arch along my spine.

The door opens again and you re-enter the room. I don't need to see your face to feel it. Your gaze travels over the silhouette before you: the length of my body claiming the table, the contrast of pale skin against dark vinyl, the impossible way my height exaggerates every proportion. I remain still, composed, aware of every second that stretches between us.

You will spend the next three hours with your hands on my skin, tracing the lines of a body that seems designed to test your discipline. The session hasn't even begun, and you are already mine to unsettle.

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Hi there! Thank you so much for reading through all the way. As you can tell the idea is a very classic setup, but I'd like to give it a go.

Nothing is set in stone in the description above. You have a different idea for my character like a celebrity, model or your own description, let me know.

When reaching out, please include the following:

• Kinks and limits
• Any preferences you have for my character
• As the password you may add the body part you wish to massage the most

Mandatory kinks: femdom, size/height/strength difference, tall characters (6+ feet), domination, worshipping, ego stroking, big breasts, big ass, leg focus

Optional kinks: teasing, edging, begging, humiliation, high heels/high heeled boots, total power exchange, rough sex, futa, blow jobs, cum milking, premature ejaculation, condoms, strap on, leather boots, elbow gloves, stockings, dominatrix, leashes, whips, human furniture, facesitting, stepping on, verbal/physical abuse, clothed sex, wardrobe malfunctions, outfit control, outercourse, pet play, cocky men, sph, orgasm control, cucking, growth, muscle

Limits: gore, vore, scat, blood, permanent injury

You were laughing at something your friend had just said, the two of you leaning comfortably against the bar. Your drinks were fresh, the music low enough that you could talk without shouting. It was just another night, one you probably expected to end without much fuss.

Until I arrived. The door gave a muted thud as it swung shut behind me, and already the atmosphere had shifted. Not silence exactly more a ripple of attention. People straightened in their seats, glances were exchanged. It happens everywhere I go.

Seven feet from head to toe, I towered over the crowd. Black stilettos lifted me higher still, the fine leather catching stray glints of light. My legs, long and sleek, disappeared beneath the hem of a fitted black skirt that swayed slightly with each step. The fabric clung just enough to suggest the shape beneath. A shape that made people turn their heads without realizing they had.

Above that, the white blouse stretched across a chest that never failed to draw stares. The fabric softened my frame but didn't hide it. Blonde hair fell straight down my back, catching the bar's warm light and throwing it back like gold. My face is the kind that silences a conversation before a single word is spoken. High cheekbones, clear blue eyes, and a mouth that never needs to smile to be noticed.

I didn't rush. My heels tapped out a slow, measured rhythm across the floorboards, the kind of pace that tells people they can look but they can't touch. I could feel their eyes following me, the subtle shifting of bodies making space without a word being exchanged.

When I reached the bar, I took the open space beside you without acknowledging you or your friend. The bartender looked up, and I met his gaze like I always do: steady, unblinking.

"A Negroni. Please."

While he went to work, I stood in place, scanning the room just watching. The crowd had mostly returned to its chatter, though quieter now, like the air hadn't quite recovered from my entrance.

Your friend couldn't help himself. he glanced over, looked away, then glanced again. I caught him on the second look, just enough for him to know I'd seen him. That was all it took for him to go still. You had your back facing towards me and you didn't dare to turn around, not wanting to be caught. But your mind was occupied with my presence as you felt the heat radiating from your rear. Seconds go by and your mind becomes slightly more at ease even though I'm still close.

That all changes when you feel something brushing against your back and a shadow is cast over you. You feel something slide along your leg followed by an audible stomp on the floor. You look down and see my massive heel placed next to your much smaller shoe while my leg is hugging yours. The size difference is impossible to ignore.

You raise your head back up but bump into something. Well two things really as you just planted your head in between the ample chest of the goddess standing right behind you.

I finish the embrace by curling my hand around your upper arm, not roughly, but firmly enough to remind you who had control. You weren't going anywhere unless I allowed it.

I bend my head until my lips were just at your ear.

"You're coming with me."

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Hi there, thanks a lot for reading all the way through my little introduction. I think it's quite clear where this is going...

I am looking for male or female partners who will play the smaller sub counterpart to my tall, domme queen. The size difference is a non-negotiable for me, so I hope you're ready to go up against some superhuman height (like the scene at 7+ feet). Now I know most men on Reddit seem to be above 6 feet (at least that's what I'm told). So if you don't like being the smaller one, then this won't be the prompt for you. If you don't mind being dominated by someone taller than you using all the kinks listed below, then my inbox is open for you. I also wasn't joking about involving the friend in this, maybe it's even a girl- or boyfriend.

When reaching out, please include the following:

• Kinks and limits
• The password: Negroni
• The backstory for our characters

Mandatory kinks: femdom, size/height/strength difference, tall characters (6+ feet), domination, worshipping, ego stroking, high heels/high heeled boots, big breasts, big ass, leg focus

Optional kinks: teasing, edging, begging, humiliation, total power exchange, rough sex, futa, blow jobs, cum milking, premature ejaculation, condoms, strap on, leather boots, elbow gloves, stockings, dominatrix, leashes, whips, human furniture, facesitting, stepping on, verbal/physical abuse, clothed sex, wardrobe malfunctions, outfit control, outercourse, pet play, cocky men, sph, orgasm control, cucking, growth, muscle

Limits: gore, vore, scat, blood, permanent injury

I remember when we were just a normal couple, when you'd wrap your arms around my waist and your fingers would touch. That seems like a lifetime ago now. Our relationship was built on gentle touches and whispered promises, on lazy Sunday mornings and shared dreams. We were equals then, two bodies fitting together perfectly, your lean frame complementing my slender one. But that was before the hunger came, before my body decided to remake itself in the image of pure, unbridled desire.

The change started subtly at first, a deepening of my appetite that I dismissed as a passing phase. But then my body began to respond to the feast I was forcing upon it, and everything shifted. My stomach rounded first, growing taut and full after every meal, until it became a permanent, prominent curve that pushes against your chest when we try to embrace. You watched with a mixture of awe and concern as my hips flared outward, widening dramatically until my panties looked like a flimsy thread trying to contain a mountain. My ass blossomed into two massive, jiggling globes that have grown so large they press against the wall when I turn sideways, creating a hypnotic sway that makes your mouth water whenever I walk past you.

My thighs have thickened into rolling pillars of flesh that press together from crotch to knee, creating a shadowed valley that I know you fantasize about exploring. They ripple with every step I take, a mesmerizing dance that draws your eyes like a magnet. My calves, once slender and delicate, are now thick columns that taper to surprisingly graceful ankles, a contrast that drives you wild with desire.

But it's my tits that have undergone the most dramatic transformation. They've ballooned into monstrous, heavy udders that sit high on my expanding ribcage, yet sag with their own impossible weight. The areolae have darkened and stretched, my nipples perpetually stiff and leaking a sweet, creamy fluid that I now make you lick clean whenever they stain my shirts. They heave with every breath I take, a mesmerizing rhythm that holds you captive, reminding you that the girlfriend you once knew is becoming something else entirely.

The most shocking change, though, is what appeared between my legs one morning. It started as a small nub, a curiosity that both terrified and intrigued us, but it has since grown into a terrifyingly beautiful pillar of flesh. My cock is a masterpiece of hyper-endowment, impossibly thick and long, with a network of thick, pulsing veins that map its surface. The head is a flared, purple mushroom that weeps a constant stream of precum, slicking my thighs and making the floor treacherous. Beneath it hangs my scrotum, containing testicles that have grown to the size of ripe melons, churning with an endless supply of cum that you will soon learn to worship and consume.

I've grown taller too, at least a 2 feet in the past month alone, forcing you to crane your neck to meet my eyes. The dominance that blooms in my chest is as real as the flesh on my bones, changing the very dynamic of our relationship. I am no longer just your girlfriend; I am your goddess of gluttony and growth, and you are my first acolyte, my feeder, my toy. Your purpose is now clear: to feed my insatiable body and worship my ever-expanding form, to service the monstrous cock that swings between my legs, and to drown in the endless ocean of cum my balls produce. Now, get on your knees. There's a delivery at the door, and my hunger is just getting started.

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Hello everyone. Looking to play as this gluttonous goddess who takes over the relationship to feed her ever growing desire to get bigger.

I am very open to playing against M, F or Fu, so if you've got a good idea, please share!

Kinks (not all required): Size/Height/Power difference, Large Dicks/Breasts/Ass/Balls, weight gain, bbw, growth, hyper growth, Size comparison, ripping clothing, clothed sex, cross-dressing, flirting, groping, kissing, D/s, dub/non-con, domination, total power exchange, feet, pet play, displaying feats of strength, humiliation, worshiping, ego stroking, light pain, cock slapping, blowjobs, deepthroating, face sitting, smothering, lots of cum, cum diet, cumflation, condoms, deep throating, anal, breastfeeding, lactation, farting, burping, toilet play, vore, and many more

Limits: underage (all characters must be 18+), blood, death

The morning sun cast long shadows across the city, a constant reminder of the power dynamics that ruled this world. Michael stretched, feeling the familiar tingle as his daily allowance of height settled into his bones. Just three inches was enough to maintain his six-foot frame for another day. Height was currency here, and he was barely making ends meet.

The coffee shop was always the same spectacle. A line of men, most of them shrinking by the hour, their clothes hanging loose on diminishing frames. Some were already down to four feet, having spent too much on lunch or transportation yesterday. Then there were the women who towered over them all, their bodies expanding in proportion to their wealth. Every inch of growth seemed to manifest as additional curves such as firmer asses, larger tits, and longer, shapelier legs. All wore high-heels, some as tall as six inches, as a status symbol to elevate their already impressive heights.

Michael watched as a woman who must have been nine feet tall tugged her leash, and the man attached to it, who was no bigger than a doll, stumbled forward to catch up. The tiny man was clearly one of her sexual slaves, a common practice among the wealthier women who found their libidos growing with their bodies.

Suddenly, a woman pushed past him, her massive frame blocking his view. She stood at least eight feet tall, her curves straining against the fabric of her skirt. Michael could only watch as she cut in front of him, her high-heeled boots making her even taller. He said nothing, knowing that challenging her would be futile, and possibly costly in more ways than one.

His coffee cost him an eighth of an inch, a steep price but necessary for survival. As he stepped outside, he saw a beggar huddled against the building, barely two inches tall, his clothes in tatters. He'd lost it all, probably gambling on height futures or spending too much on luxuries. Michael reached into his pocket, considering giving him a fraction of his precious height, but hesitated. He needed every inch he could keep.

Then the ground shook. A massive heel, easily the size of a car, crashed down beside the beggar. The tiny man screamed as he was thrown against the building. Michael looked up, following the leg attached to the heel, up and up until he saw her face high above the street. Ms. Harrington, one of the board members at his company. She must have been at least fifty feet tall now, her designer suit custom-made to accommodate her ever-growing frame and increasingly voluptuous curves. She didn't even notice the beggar she'd nearly crushed, her eyes fixed on some distant point as she strode down the street, each step causing the pavement to tremble.

At work, the power imbalance was even more pronounced. His boss, Sarah, had just been promoted. She'd already been twice his height, but now she stood a foot taller than before, her head nearly brushing the ceiling of her office. Her breasts seemed fuller, her ass rounder, her legs longer than before. She smiled down at him, her expression a mixture of amusement and desire.

"Keeping up with the times, Michael?" she asked, her voice resonating in the large office. "Or should I say, keeping down with the times?"

Michael forced a smile. "Just trying to maintain my current height"

She laughed, a sound that seemed to make the very air vibrate. "Don't worry. Men have their glass ceiling. Some of us just prefer to break through ours."

Sarah circled her desk, her movements graceful despite her size. Michael couldn't help but notice how her curves seemed to have expanded with her height, making her even more imposing and alluring. She stopped in front of him, so close that he could feel the heat radiating from her body.

"You know," she said, her voice dropping to a huskier tone, "this promotion has... side effects. Beyond the height, I mean." She gestured to her body. "Everything grows. Including appetites."

Michael swallowed hard, knowing where this was heading.

"I need a new personal assistant," Sarah continued, her eyes roaming over his body. "One who can... handle my needs. In every sense of the word. The position comes with benefits, of course. Additional height allowance, better clothes, a place to live."

She leaned down, her face inches from his. "What do you say, Michael? Ready to grow with the company?"

As Michael looked up at his towering boss, he couldn't deny the strange thrill that ran through him. This was their reality, and somehow, he had to find his place in it, willing or not.

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Hi all, I hope you're ready for some growth fun!

I am looking for someone with whom I can explore this new weird world. You can play as M, F, and even Futa if you're into that. I am also very open to new creative suggestions for how we can tweak this scenario even further.

When reaching out, please include your kinks & limits as well as the scenario you would like to play out in this world.

Kinks: growth, femdom, giantess, size/height/strength difference, dub/non con, milking, domination, destruction, stomping, trampling, worshipping, ego stroking, high heels/high heeled boots, big breasts, big ass, leg focus, teasing, edging, begging, humiliation, total power exchange, rough sex, futa, blow jobs, premature ejaculation, condoms, strap on, leather boots, elbow gloves, stockings, dominatrix, leashes, whips, human furniture, facesitting, stepping on, verbal/physical abuse, clothed sex, wardrobe malfunctions, outfit control, outercourse, pet play, cocky men, sph, orgasm control, cucking, muscle

Limits: underage

You're swiping through another disappointing dating app, your thumb moving with practiced boredom. Another profile with a carefully curated collection of photos, another person who looks nothing like their pictures, another conversation that dies after three messages. Your dating life has been a series of letdowns lately, each one chipping away at your optimism. You're about to delete all the apps and embrace celibacy when an ad pops up: "Tired of the same old matches? Try something different. Something... bigger." The app is called "ScaleMatch," and despite the cheesy name, your desperation wins out. You download it.

The setup is surprisingly sleek. You enter your name, age, and height. Then the questions take a strange turn. "How stretchy is your throat?" the screen asks, with a slider from "Average" to "Extremely Elastic." You frown but slide it all the way to the max, figuring it's some kind of quirky personality test. The next one is even weirder: "What is your maximum liquid capacity in ounces?" You have no idea, so you punch in an absurdly high number, thinking it's a joke. "Rate your pain tolerance," "Preference for deep penetration," "Ability to accommodate unusual sizes." You max out every single one, convinced that you're either gaming the system or that it's all just a bizarre, gimmicky filter. You hit "Complete Profile" and wait for the matches to roll in.

The first profile to appear is for "Abby." She's stunning, a fiery redhead with a mischievous grin and piercing green eyes. Your eyes drift down to her stats. Age: 24. Height: 7'11". You blink. That has to be a typo. You scroll through her photos, and they all confirm it. She's genuinely, impossibly tall, towering over doorways and other people in the pictures. Your gaze catches on a very prominent, very thick bulge straining against the fabric of her shorts in one beach photo. It's the largest you've ever seen, and that's saying something. You notice her "Cock Size" stat is blurred out, hidden behind a "Match to Unlock" banner. This is... not what you were expecting. You quickly swipe left, a little unnerved. The next profile, "Lilly," is a bubbly blonde, but her height is listed as 8'6". This isn't just a dating app for tall women. You close the app in a hurry and toss your phone onto the couch cushion beside you, feeling a mix of confusion and foolishness.

A few minutes pass as you try to process what you just saw. Then, your phone screen lights up. Bing. A notification. Bing. Another one. Bing. Bing. Bing. They're coming in fast, one after another. Alarmed, you snatch your phone. The screen is a cascade of messages from "ScaleMatch." You have five new matches. Five? You didn't even swipe right once. You open the app in a panic, and the reason becomes immediately clear. On this app, a match only requires consent from the futa. And you, with your profile set to "Maximum Accommodation," are a hot commodity. You're not just a match; you're a premium target.

The first message is from Megan, a 27-year-old brunette whose profile picture shows her smirking in a gym, her biceps bigger than your head. Her stats: 9'6" tall, 18 inches. Her message reads simply, "Hope you're ready to stretch those limits you bragged about, little one." Below her is Cindy (26, black hair, 8'8", 16 inches), who has already sent, "Address? My balls are full and you look thirsty." Rebecca (25, blonde, 10'4", 22 inches) is more direct: "I'm coming over. Send me your location now." Mandy (28, redhead, 10'8", 24 inches) has attached a picture of her monstrous, semi-erect cock resting on a kitchen counter, with the caption, "This needs a home. Tonight."

And then there's the fifth match. The one without a message. Jessica. Age 29. Blonde. Height: 11'8". Cock Size: 32 inches. The numbers don't even seem real. Her profile picture is just a black and white shot of her from the chest down, showcasing a physique that would make a bodybuilder weep with envy and a bulge that looks like it belongs on a farm animal. Just as you're staring at the terrifying statistics, another notification slides down from the top of your screen, stark white text on a red background: Location shared with Jessica (29)

Just as you're staring at Jessica's impossible stats, a golden pop-up notification floods your screen: "CONGRATULATIONS! Your profile has been selected for 'The Olympus Tier'." The message explains that due to your profile's appeal to the site's most extreme users, you've been added to their exclusive swiping list. "Please be advised that members of this tier are granted automatic access to your address upon matching. Prepare for contact." Your heart hammers in your chest as the phone buzzes with the first match. It's Sarah, 28, a 14'7" model with a 38-inch endowment. Her profile picture is a professional headshot, but the gallery confirms her status, filled with high-fashion photos where her body is barely contained by designer gowns. Her breasts are truly colossal, each one larger than her own head. Her message is chillingly polite: "An honor to be matched. My driver will be sent for you at 8 PM sharp."

Before you can even process Sarah, two more matches come through. Samantha, 27, is 15'2" tall with a thick 41-inch cock. Her profile picture is a shot of her sitting on a worn sofa, her legs spread wide. She's wearing a white crop top that strains against her soft belly and grey sweatpants that do nothing to hide the monumental bulge of her endowment. Her message is blunt: "Saw your profile. Are you ready to worship me?" Next is Brittany, a 17'9" redhead whose profile screams confidence. Her main picture shows her in intricate black lingerie, her body on full display. Her crotch is covered by a custom piece of underwear, a tight latex pouch that leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination, clearly outlining her 52-inch asset and the massive balls behind it. Her message is pure arrogance: "Lucky you! You got matched with the biggest Futa on the platform. You're welcome."

The final two notifications push your heart into your throat. The first is from Ashley, a 17'5" goth giantess. Her profile picture is stunning; she's wearing a black leather dominatrix outfit that accentuates her pale, tattooed physique, with towering platform heels matching her black hair and dark lipstick. Her opening message is the most dominant of all: " I will be there in one hour. Have your door unlocked or I'll knock it down." The last match makes the phone feel heavy in your hand. It's from Victoria, 30, stats: 20'4" and a monstrous 56 inches. Her profile picture is a simple, full-body bikini shot on a beach, the tiny white strings doing nothing to conceal her vascular, muscular physique or her colossal endowment, which hangs freely and defiantly, as if she knows the platform's rules don't apply to her. Her message is a declaration of war: "I don't care who else you've matched with, you're mine now!"

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Hi there, thanks for reading all the way to the end. I hope you liked it!

As you might imagine, I am looking for someone to play as the new user of this app, while I play as the Futas using the app. Your character can be M, F, fb, or even Futa as long as they are on the smaller end. My characters will be Futas but I am very open if you have specific ideas for their looks and sizes (can be bigger or smaller as I have listed them now).

When reaching out, please include your kinks and limits, your favorite character I introduced and the name of the dating app to prove you've read this far.

Kinks: Size/Height/Power difference, Large Dicks/Breasts/Ass/Balls, muscle, Size comparison, ripping clothing, clothed sex, cross-dressing, flirting, groping, kissing, D/s, dub/non-con, domination, total power exchange, high heels, boots, leg focus, feet, pet play, displaying feats of strength, using my body to get my way, humiliation, worshiping, ego stroking, light pain, cock slapping, blowjobs, deepthroating, face sitting, smothering, lots of cum, cum diet, cumflation, condoms, growth, deep throating, anal, breastfeeding, lactation, penis/ball care

Limits: gore, vore, blood

The heavy doors of the Futa Worshipping Club swung open before me, and the familiar, satisfying hush fell over the grand lobby. It's a sound I've grown accustomed to, the sound of reverence. All chatter ceased. All movement stopped. Every head, from the most senior attendant to the newest trainee, turned and bowed low. They knew their Goddess had arrived. I saw the owner scurrying forward, his face a mask of ecstatic reverence. He bowed so low his nose nearly touched the marble floor. "My Goddess," he breathed, his voice trembling with awe. "The Sky Room is prepared. It is, as always, yours." I gave a slight, imperceptible nod. "It had better be. My patience is not what it used to be."

I entered the room alone. The Sky Room was my sanctuary, a space of pure luxury with panoramic views of the city lights below. I moved to the massive sofa in the center of the room and sat, leaning back into the plush cushion. I spread my legs wide, a gesture of absolute, unapologetic dominance. My cock fell forward, its immense weight undeniable. The thick, veiny shaft uncoiled until the broad, mushroom-shaped head landed with a soft, satisfying thump against the plush carpet. Behind it, my balls rested, two heavy, churning orbs in a smooth sack that already pulsed with a life of its own, churn the fertile seed I was known for.

A side door opened and my chosen crew for the evening entered. They were an army dedicated to my pleasure, and they moved with silent, practiced efficiency.

Two foot specialists knelt at the ends of the sofa. They took my large, elegant feet, unbuckling the stilettos with reverence and setting them aside. Then, using warm, scented oils, they began their work. Their thumbs dug deep into my arches while their lips and tongues paid homage to my toes, kissing and licking every inch as if it were a sacred relic. I sighed, feeling the tension begin to drain from my body.

From the center of the room, my three master masturbators approached. They positioned themselves around my colossal shaft. Even with three pairs of hands, they couldn't hope to encircle its girth, but they made it work. They moved in a constant, overlapping rhythm, their hands gliding up and down my shaft, slick with the finest lube, ensuring every inch was stimulated. The sensation was incredible, a triple-layered wave of pleasure that sent jolts straight to my core.

My ball polisher knelt on the floor between my legs. He reached up, his hands gently lifting my heavy nutsack. He began to knead and massage my massive testicles, his fingers expertly applying pressure, coaxing them to produce even more of my precious seed. I could feel them churning, heavy and full, in anticipation.

Then came a woman with wide, eager eyes climbed carefully onto my lap. She positioned herself over one of my large, perfect breasts and leaned down, taking my hard nipple into her mouth. She began to suckle, and a moment later, I rewarded her with a single, perfect droplet of my creamy, sweet-tasting milk. She moaned in bliss against my skin, redoubling her efforts.

Finally, my preacher took his place. He knelt by the side of the sofa, his lips close to my ear, and began to whisper his constant, low stream of praise. "You are the pinnacle of creation, Goddess. Your power fills this room. Your beauty blinds the stars. We are nothing before you, and we exist only to serve your glory." His words washed over me, stoking the fire building within me.

As the symphony of pleasure built, waiters circled silently, offering me champagne, exotic fruits, and decadent chocolates. I accepted a glass, sipping it slowly as the sensations from all over my body began to merge into a single, overwhelming wave of ecstasy. I sank back into the sofa, my eyes closing as I let it all carry me away. The pressure built deep inside me, a tidal wave of orgasmic energy gathering force.

It didn't take long. With a guttural groan that I felt vibrate through my entire body, I came. My cock swelled, and the first blast of cum fired from the tip like a cannonball, a thick, white rope that sailed across the room and splattered against the far wall. It was followed by another, and another, each one a powerful eruption that painted the expensive carpet in my divine essence. The sheer volume was staggering, a veritable flood.

As the last few spurts oozed from my cockhead, I opened my eyes and looked down. I saw the beautiful, wasted cum staining the carpet and frowned in displeasure. My voice, when it came, was low and dangerous. "Such a waste," I said. "Get me the cumbuckets. Now." The crew froze for a second, then scrambled. A different door opened, and two specialized servants entered. One, a lithe woman, immediately dropped to her hands and knees and began to crawl towards the cum-streaked carpet, her tongue already out to clean every drop.

The other, a young man with a surprisingly broad chest, approached me directly. He knelt before me, positioning his open mouth right over the head of my still-hard cock, his eyes wide with anticipation. He was a living vessel, ready to be filled with my next load, ensuring not a single drop of my precious fluid would go to waste again. I looked down at him, a slow, satisfied smile gracing my lips. The session was just getting started.

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Howdy, I hope you liked that little scene. I let myself go a little with the optics. But we can all admit that if futas existed these clubs would exist too. A place where they could be treated in a way they deserve like the Goddess they are.

For this scene I am looking for someone to play as the servant(s) in the club. This can be in a one-on-one where you would have multiple jobs, or something more like the full package described above, depending on how comfortable you are with multiple characters. I also want to stress that nothing here is set in stone and I don't mind to be more active and maybe even punish insubordinate servants.

When reaching out please include your kinks, (size)limits, and your favorite servant position I described above.

Looking forward to hearing from all you loyal servants!

Kinks: Worshipping, Ego stroking, Penis/ball care, Size/Height/Power difference, Large Dicks/Breasts/Ass/Balls, muscle, Size comparison, ripping clothing, clothed sex, cross-dressing, flirting, groping, kissing, D/s, dub/non-con, domination, total power exchange, high heels, boots, leg focus, feet, pet play, displaying feats of strength, using my body to get my way, humiliation, light pain, cock slapping, blowjobs, deepthroating, face sitting, smothering, lots of cum, cum diet, cumflation, condoms, growth, deep throating, anal, breastfeeding, lactation and many more

Limits: gore, vore, blood

I make sure you hear my steps before you see me. The hallway outside is quiet, muted by plush carpet and low lighting, but my stride is unhurried and deliberate, each movement of my body controlled, balanced, aware of the effect it has. When I push open the door, warm amber light spills across my skin, tracing the outline of me before you ever fully lift your eyes. The air inside is thick with heat and scented oil, and you stand beside the massage table with that careful, composed posture you must practice in the mirror, shoulders squared, chin neutral, hands folded loosely in front of you. It lasts only a second before it falters.

The robe they've given me is soft white cotton, but it was not designed for a woman of my proportions. It barely skims the tops of my thighs, and with every step forward the hem threatens to rise higher and expose my pussy. The belt sits tight around my slim waist, exaggerating the sweep of my hips and the length of my legs. Above it, the fabric refuses to behave. My breasts press against the robe until the neckline parts, a pale line of cleavage exposed and unapologetic, the material straining just enough to make its inadequacy obvious.

Your gaze climbs from my bare calves to my knees, then up the long stretch of my thighs. I am taller than you anticipated, that much is clear. My height changes the air between us. When I stop a few steps away, you have to tilt your head ever so slightly, and even then your eyes don't quite reach mine. The top of your head would brush my chin if I stepped closer. The realization lingers between us, heavy and charged.

I move past you slowly, close enough that my perfume trails behind me, subtle, expensive, something floral with a darker undertone, and I know it will stay in your lungs longer than you intend. I am the appointment you will remember long after this day ends.

When you excuse yourself to prepare, I untie the robe with steady hands. The knot loosens and the belt slips free, and for a brief moment the fabric hangs open before sliding from my shoulders. It falls down my arms, brushes over my hips, pools at my feet. I step out of it without looking down and climb onto the table, the vinyl cool beneath me as I stretch out on my stomach.

However, the table is too short. My legs extend beyond it effortlessly, and my feet dangle over the edge, toes relaxed, perfectly pedicured, catching the golden light. My body forms a long, deliberate line: shoulders broad and smooth, waist narrowing elegantly before curving into the fuller shape of my hips. When I settle, my chest presses into the cushion, lifting my upper back slightly, creating a natural arch along my spine.

The door opens again and you re-enter the room. I don't need to see your face to feel it. Your gaze travels over the silhouette before you: the length of my body claiming the table, the contrast of pale skin against dark vinyl, the impossible way my height exaggerates every proportion. I remain still, composed, aware of every second that stretches between us.

You will spend the next three hours with your hands on my skin, tracing the lines of a body that seems designed to test your discipline. The session hasn't even begun, and you are already mine to unsettle.

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Hi there! Thank you so much for reading through all the way. As you can tell the idea is a very classic setup, but I'd like to give it a go.

Nothing is set in stone in the description above. You have a different idea for my character like a celebrity, model or your own description, let me know.

When reaching out, please include the following:

• Kinks and limits
• Any preferences you have for my character
• As the password you may add the body part you wish to massage the most

Mandatory kinks: femdom, size/height/strength difference, tall characters (6+ feet), domination, worshipping, ego stroking, big breasts, big ass, leg focus

Optional kinks: teasing, edging, begging, humiliation, high heels/high heeled boots, total power exchange, rough sex, futa, blow jobs, cum milking, premature ejaculation, condoms, strap on, leather boots, elbow gloves, stockings, dominatrix, leashes, whips, human furniture, facesitting, stepping on, verbal/physical abuse, clothed sex, wardrobe malfunctions, outfit control, outercourse, pet play, cocky men, sph, orgasm control, cucking, growth, muscle

Limits: gore, vore, scat, blood, permanent injury

You felt it the second I walked in, didn't you? The shift in the room, the way all conversation seemed to die as I took my first step inside. Your eyes found me instantly, drawn to me like you didn't have a choice. I can see it all over your face, you're already captivated, already trying to figure out how to handle me. Let me make it easier for you. I'll break it down so you can take it all in.

Let's start with the basics. I'm tall. Very tall. Towering doesn't even begin to cover it. When I walked into this office, it wasn't just an entrance, it was an announcement. Next to me, everyone else might as well be pocket-sized. Even you. Especially you. It's not just the height, though, it's the way I use it. The way I stand just a little too close, making you crane your neck to meet my eyes, that subtle reminder that I'm above you in every sense of the word. And trust me, I like that. I like the way you shrink under my gaze, the way my height alone makes you feel small, powerless, and oh-so-aware of what I bring to the table.

But that's just the beginning. Let's talk about the rest of me, shall we? These legs, endless, sculpted, powerful, are wrapped in a sleek pencil skirt that hugs every inch. They're not just long; they're commanding, the kind that draw attention with every deliberate step. Each sway of my hips is designed to pull your eyes, to make it impossible for you to look away. And then there's my ass. Full, round, and impossibly firm, it's the kind of thing that turns heads without even trying. Every time I move, it's there, bouncing, shifting, teasing. You can't help but stare, can you? The skirt clings just right, showing off the curve of it, the way it fills the space behind me. It's big, undeniably so, but perfectly shaped, an unapologetic display of feminine power that leaves no room for subtlety.

And of course, there's my chest. These breasts aren't just large, they're huge, heavy, and impossible to ignore. G-cup, if you're trying to guess, but trust me, the numbers don't do them justice. The buttons on my blouse are practically screaming, barely holding everything in place, giving you just enough of a peek to leave you distracted and imagining. And I know how to use them, leaning just a little closer, letting that deep, inviting cleavage fill your vision. You're already lost, aren't you? Trying to stay professional, but failing miserably as your mind drifts. That's okay. It's what I want.

But I'm not just here to be looked at, I'm here to dominate. I didn't walk into this office to blend in or play nice. I'm your new intern, and while the title might sound humble, you and I both know how this is going to go. You're the one in charge, on paper, but let's be real: I'm the one calling the shots. Whether it's the way I tower over you, the way my presence fills every inch of this space, or the way I catch you staring every time I turn around, I'm already taking control.

And it's not just my presence, it's my strength. These legs? They're not just long; they're powerful, capable of pinning you down if I wanted to. My arms, toned and deceptively strong, could hold you in place effortlessly, a quiet reminder of just how outmatched you are. Imagine me stepping a little closer, towering over you, using both my size and my physical strength to make it clear who really has the upper hand. I could do it without breaking a sweat, and we both know it.

So let's get this straight: I didn't come here to be just another intern. I came to own this place, to use every inch of my towering height, my impossible curves, and my undeniable strength to bend this office, and you, to my will. And I can already tell you'll fall in line. Not because I'll ask, but because you won't be able to help yourself. You're already caught, aren't you? Staring up at me, completely under my spell. By the time I'm done, this place will be mine. And you? You'll love every second of helping me take it.

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Alright, if it's not clear from the prompt, I am looking for someone to play as a manager/boss at a company who gets assigned a new intern. However, you'll quickly find out that it will be me who's going to run the show.

When reaching out, please include your kinks and limits, who you're looking to play as, your (height) preferences for my character if any, and your favorite way to be dominated in the workplace.

My writing style tends to be on the longer, more descriptive side, as you may have guessed from the prompt, and so I do prefer that from my partners as well. By no means should your response be of the same length as my introduction, but I do expect more than one paragraph.

Mandatory kinks: femdom, size/height/strength difference, tall characters (6+ feet), domination, worshipping, ego stroking, high heels/high heeled boots, big breasts, big ass, leg focus

Optional kinks: teasing, edging, begging, humiliation, total power exchange, rough sex, futa, blow jobs, cum milking, premature ejaculation, condoms, strap on, leather boots, elbow gloves, stockings, dominatrix, leashes, whips, human furniture, facesitting, stepping on, verbal/physical abuse, clothed sex, wardrobe malfunctions, outfit control, outercourse, pet play, cocky men, sph, orgasm control, cucking, growth, muscle

Limits: gore, vore, scat, blood, permanent injury

You were one of the lucky ones with that big monster sitting in your pants. A large majestic cock with a big pair of matching balls. You were never ashamed to undress in locker rooms as you'd just make all the other guys feel inadequate. When going out you always wore skinny jeans to show off your signature bulge - the best wingman ever. All you had to do was grind up to a girl and once she grasped how big you were, she just couldn't say no. It didn't even matter who she'd been with before, you were always bigger. You found out quickly that word travelled fast and soon you'd be bombarded with messages, requests, and girls grinding all over you with the hopes of getting a taste of that white monster in your pants.

But those times are over now. You're married, have three children, and are enjoying the perfect suburban life. You put a lot of effort into your high paying job and have exchanged your skinny jeans for a loose pair of trousers. Of course you still carry that confidence of knowing you're the biggest guy in the room, but you did not want to harm your professional reputation, so you kept it a secret. A secret that lasted until today...

The day started like any other Monday. You woke up, got dressed and drove to work. After entering the building you stopped by reception to pick up your mail. Amy, the receptionist, is usually scrolling away on her phone while she lets you sort through the stack of letters. This morning she was very helpful. "Good morning sir, I hope you had a great weekend!" She called out joyfully. "Here is your mail for the day. Let me know if you need my assistance with anything else." Her hand touched yours as she handed you the stack of letters, while her eyes were lingering on your pants. Your froze for a couple of seconds trying to process the interaction, but snapped out of it to continue with your day.

You headed in the empty elevator. But as the door started to close, a hand stopped them. "Hold it!" The doors opened again revealing none other than Rebecca. "I'm not letting you get away that easily." she purred as she entered the elevator. Like most women in this office, Rebecca was tall, blonde and hot. She was only a couple years younger than you, but still looked absolutely stunning. You might even say she's an upgraded version of your wife. Why else has she been your office crush all this time? After a couple of seconds she broke the silence. "Okay big guy, here's the deal, I am very pissed with you right now", she called out. "Pissed because of your not so little secret and I don't like being kept in the dark. So you have some making up to do. I'll stop by your office after lunch for a coffee break. You better be ready!" With those words she exited the elevator on her floor, leaving you in silence to process what just happened.

Finally you arrived on your floor, but the strangeness continued. All your female coworkers were giving you smiles and glimpses like you were a sports superstar. You rushed to your office trying to dodge any conversation. Once there you sat down behind your desk and booted up your computer, which was overflowing with e-mail. Your used to getting a lot of it, but this was something else. Almost all of your requests were fulfilled and granted and your calendar was filled up with coffee chats and catchups with female colleagues, not just Rebecca.

You started clearing the e-mail, but didn't get far when Esther came in. She's the new intern that had been assigned to you a couple of weeks ago. This morning was a bit different, however. The outfit she was wearing was so skimpy you questioned whether it was even allowed in company policy. She wore a very short leather skirt and a white blouse you could see the color of her bra through, putting her perky body on display for you. She asked if you needed help with anything, but you brushed her off as you needed to finish those e-mail.

But right as you were about to start you heard a voice that sent a shiver down your spine. "Well, well, well, if it isn't the big guy I'm looking for." You looked up and saw Jessica, your boss, standing in the doorway. When it came to tall, blonde and hot in the office, she was the tallest, blondest, and hottest. As she entered your office and stood next to Esther, there was just no comparison. Even though you found Esther, like Rebecca, hotter than your current wife, Jessica floored her. She was a Goddess wither her massive tits, giant ass and tall, tall stature. She was even taller than you. Everywhere she went she left a trail of boners in her wake. A trail which now also included you.

All morning you had been tempted and you tried to not let it get to you, but slowly your dick started swelling up. And now as you saw those large curves jiggling all over Jessica's body while she walked over to your desk, you popped a full boner. You felt your pants tense against your throbbing cock and decided to remain seated to keep your bulge hidden from Jessica who was now standing in front of your desk. She leaned forward, exposing her deep cleavage which looked to be more unbuttoned than usual, and started speaking. "So, I have this situation ..." But then your mind went blank. All you could think about was those two giant breasts dangling in front of you and you fantasy started racing. Like she was using her secret seduction weapon on you.

Suddenly it was silent and you snapped out of your dirty thoughts. You looked up at Jessica who seemed to be waiting for a response. "So how does that sound?" she asked. You didn't hear the question, but politely agreed anyways. "Great! Then I'll see you later this evening for dinner." she replied with a smile as she exited the office. You were caught in your dreams again as you saw her beautiful ass rock back and forth in her skirt. She truly was a Goddess.

Now you still had no clue what was going on this morning. But your answer came in the form of a new e-mail. It was the results of your medical checkup from last week. Usually you went to your own doctor. But this time it was more convenient to go to the company doctor. And of course as part of the exam, a picture of your giant dick next to a ruler was included.

Oh boy, you truly are in trouble now.

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Hi there, I hope you enjoyed that little introduction of a guy who is in a lot of trouble at work. The main theme I am looking for is a mix of cheating and femdom whereby a loyal husband is tested with temptation at his job. I do envision him resisting at first but eventually ending up with one or more of these women. This can be him realizing how much hotter these women are compared to his wife, the girls taking what they want in a noncon setup, or anything in between.

For your character, my preference is that you play as someone who is more than just a big dick. He can be handsome, well-educated, and charismatic with his big dick to top it off making him a true prize to chase for all the women around him. I have other preferences as well, we can discuss in more detail. Same goes for my characters if you have a certain type in mind.

As you probably can tell, I tend to write a lot (usually 2-5 paragraphs). And while I don't expect my counterparts to write full novel, I do appreciate the immersion that comes from this extra detail. I can write in 1st or 3rd person, depending on the setup and my partner.

If you are still interested and looking to reach out, please list your kinks and limits, an introduction to your character, and the name of your favorite character from the prompt to play against. Looking forward to hearing from all of you!

Kinks: femdom, cheating, size/height/strength difference, tall characters (6+ feet), domination, worshipping, ego stroking, high heels/high heeled boots, big breasts, big ass, leg focus, flirting, using my body to get my way, teasing, edging, begging, humiliation, total power exchange, rough sex, blow jobs, cum milking, premature ejaculation, condoms, strap on, leather boots, elbow gloves, stockings, dominatrix, leashes, whips, human furniture, facesitting, stepping on, verbal/physical abuse, clothed sex, wardrobe malfunctions, outfit control, outercourse, pet play, cocky men, sph, orgasm control, cucking

Limits: gore, vore, scat, blood, permanent injury

You were one of the lucky ones with that big monster sitting in your pants. A large majestic cock with a big pair of matching balls. You were never ashamed to undress in locker rooms as you'd just make all the other guys feel inadequate. When going out you always wore skinny jeans to show off your signature bulge - the best wingman ever. All you had to do was grind up to a girl and once she grasped how big you were, she just couldn't say no. It didn't even matter who she'd been with before, you were always bigger. You found out quickly that word travelled fast and soon you'd be bombarded with messages, requests, and girls grinding all over you with the hopes of getting a taste of that white monster in your pants.

But those times are over now. You're married, have three children, and are enjoying the perfect suburban life. You put a lot of effort into your high paying job and have exchanged your skinny jeans for a loose pair of trousers. Of course you still carry that confidence of knowing you're the biggest guy in the room, but you did not want to harm your professional reputation, so you kept it a secret. A secret that lasted until today...

The day started like any other Monday. You woke up, got dressed and drove to work. After entering the building you stopped by reception to pick up your mail. Amy, the receptionist, is usually scrolling away on her phone while she lets you sort through the stack of letters. This morning she was very helpful. "Good morning sir, I hope you had a great weekend!" She called out joyfully. "Here is your mail for the day. Let me know if you need my assistance with anything else." Her hand touched yours as she handed you the stack of letters, while her eyes were lingering on your pants. Your froze for a couple of seconds trying to process the interaction, but snapped out of it to continue with your day.

You headed in the empty elevator. But as the door started to close, a hand stopped them. "Hold it!" The doors opened again revealing none other than Rebecca. "I'm not letting you get away that easily." she purred as she entered the elevator. Like most women in this office, Rebecca was tall, blonde and hot. She was only a couple years younger than you, but still looked absolutely stunning. You might even say she's an upgraded version of your wife. Why else has she been your office crush all this time? After a couple of seconds she broke the silence. "Okay big guy, here's the deal, I am very pissed with you right now", she called out. "Pissed because of your not so little secret and I don't like being kept in the dark. So you have some making up to do. I'll stop by your office after lunch for a coffee break. You better be ready!" With those words she exited the elevator on her floor, leaving you in silence to process what just happened.

Finally you arrived on your floor, but the strangeness continued. All your female coworkers were giving you smiles and glimpses like you were a sports superstar. You rushed to your office trying to dodge any conversation. Once there you sat down behind your desk and booted up your computer, which was overflowing with e-mail. Your used to getting a lot of it, but this was something else. Almost all of your requests were fulfilled and granted and your calendar was filled up with coffee chats and catchups with female colleagues, not just Rebecca.

You started clearing the e-mail, but didn't get far when Esther came in. She's the new intern that had been assigned to you a couple of weeks ago. This morning was a bit different, however. The outfit she was wearing was so skimpy you questioned whether it was even allowed in company policy. She wore a very short leather skirt and a white blouse you could see the color of her bra through, putting her perky body on display for you. She asked if you needed help with anything, but you brushed her off as you needed to finish those e-mail.

But right as you were about to start you heard a voice that sent a shiver down your spine. "Well, well, well, if it isn't the big guy I'm looking for." You looked up and saw Jessica, your boss, standing in the doorway. When it came to tall, blonde and hot in the office, she was the tallest, blondest, and hottest. As she entered your office and stood next to Esther, there was just no comparison. Even though you found Esther, like Rebecca, hotter than your current wife, Jessica floored her. She was a Goddess wither her massive tits, giant ass and tall, tall stature. She was even taller than you. Everywhere she went she left a trail of boners in her wake. A trail which now also included you.

All morning you had been tempted and you tried to not let it get to you, but slowly your dick started swelling up. And now as you saw those large curves jiggling all over Jessica's body while she walked over to your desk, you popped a full boner. You felt your pants tense against your throbbing cock and decided to remain seated to keep your bulge hidden from Jessica who was now standing in front of your desk. She leaned forward, exposing her deep cleavage which looked to be more unbuttoned than usual, and started speaking. "So, I have this situation ..." But then your mind went blank. All you could think about was those two giant breasts dangling in front of you and you fantasy started racing. Like she was using her secret seduction weapon on you.

Suddenly it was silent and you snapped out of your dirty thoughts. You looked up at Jessica who seemed to be waiting for a response. "So how does that sound?" she asked. You didn't hear the question, but politely agreed anyways. "Great! Then I'll see you later this evening for dinner." she replied with a smile as she exited the office. You were caught in your dreams again as you saw her beautiful ass rock back and forth in her skirt. She truly was a Goddess.

Now you still had no clue what was going on this morning. But your answer came in the form of a new e-mail. It was the results of your medical checkup from last week. Usually you went to your own doctor. But this time it was more convenient to go to the company doctor. And of course as part of the exam, a picture of your giant dick next to a ruler was included.

Oh boy, you truly are in trouble now.

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Hi there, I hope you enjoyed that little introduction of a guy who is in a lot of trouble at work. The main theme I am looking for is a mix of cheating and femdom whereby a loyal husband is tested with temptation at his job. I do envision him resisting at first but eventually ending up with one or more of these women. This can be him realizing how much hotter these women are compared to his wife, the girls taking what they want in a noncon setup, or anything in between.

For your character, my preference is that you play as someone who is more than just a big dick. He can be handsome, well-educated, and charismatic with his big dick to top it off making him a true prize to chase for all the women around him. I have other preferences as well, we can discuss in more detail. Same goes for my characters if you have a certain type in mind.

As you probably can tell, I tend to write a lot (usually 2-5 paragraphs). And while I don't expect my counterparts to write full novel, I do appreciate the immersion that comes from this extra detail. I can write in 1st or 3rd person, depending on the setup and my partner.

If you are still interested and looking to reach out, please list your kinks and limits, an introduction to your character, and the name of your favorite character from the prompt to play against. Looking forward to hearing from all of you!

Kinks: femdom, cheating, size/height/strength difference, tall characters (6+ feet), domination, worshipping, ego stroking, high heels/high heeled boots, big breasts, big ass, leg focus, flirting, using my body to get my way, teasing, edging, begging, humiliation, total power exchange, rough sex, blow jobs, cum milking, premature ejaculation, condoms, strap on, leather boots, elbow gloves, stockings, dominatrix, leashes, whips, human furniture, facesitting, stepping on, verbal/physical abuse, clothed sex, wardrobe malfunctions, outfit control, outercourse, pet play, cocky men, sph, orgasm control, cucking

Limits: gore, vore, scat, blood, permanent injury

You felt it the second I walked in, didn't you? The shift in the room, the way all conversation seemed to die as I took my first step inside. Your eyes found me instantly, drawn to me like you didn't have a choice. I can see it all over your face, you're already captivated, already trying to figure out how to handle me. Let me make it easier for you. I'll break it down so you can take it all in.

Let's start with the basics. I'm tall. Very tall. Towering doesn't even begin to cover it. When I walked into this office, it wasn't just an entrance, it was an announcement. Next to me, everyone else might as well be pocket-sized. Even you. Especially you. It's not just the height, though, it's the way I use it. The way I stand just a little too close, making you crane your neck to meet my eyes, that subtle reminder that I'm above you in every sense of the word. And trust me, I like that. I like the way you shrink under my gaze, the way my height alone makes you feel small, powerless, and oh-so-aware of what I bring to the table.

But that's just the beginning. Let's talk about the rest of me, shall we? These legs, endless, sculpted, powerful, are wrapped in a sleek pencil skirt that hugs every inch. They're not just long; they're commanding, the kind that draw attention with every deliberate step. Each sway of my hips is designed to pull your eyes, to make it impossible for you to look away. And then there's my ass. Full, round, and impossibly firm, it's the kind of thing that turns heads without even trying. Every time I move, it's there, bouncing, shifting, teasing. You can't help but stare, can you? The skirt clings just right, showing off the curve of it, the way it fills the space behind me. It's big, undeniably so, but perfectly shaped, an unapologetic display of feminine power that leaves no room for subtlety.

And of course, there's my chest. These breasts aren't just large, they're huge, heavy, and impossible to ignore. G-cup, if you're trying to guess, but trust me, the numbers don't do them justice. The buttons on my blouse are practically screaming, barely holding everything in place, giving you just enough of a peek to leave you distracted and imagining. And I know how to use them, leaning just a little closer, letting that deep, inviting cleavage fill your vision. You're already lost, aren't you? Trying to stay professional, but failing miserably as your mind drifts. That's okay. It's what I want.

But I'm not just here to be looked at, I'm here to dominate. I didn't walk into this office to blend in or play nice. I'm your new intern, and while the title might sound humble, you and I both know how this is going to go. You're the one in charge, on paper, but let's be real: I'm the one calling the shots. Whether it's the way I tower over you, the way my presence fills every inch of this space, or the way I catch you staring every time I turn around, I'm already taking control.

And it's not just my presence, it's my strength. These legs? They're not just long; they're powerful, capable of pinning you down if I wanted to. My arms, toned and deceptively strong, could hold you in place effortlessly, a quiet reminder of just how outmatched you are. Imagine me stepping a little closer, towering over you, using both my size and my physical strength to make it clear who really has the upper hand. I could do it without breaking a sweat, and we both know it.

So let's get this straight: I didn't come here to be just another intern. I came to own this place, to use every inch of my towering height, my impossible curves, and my undeniable strength to bend this office, and you, to my will. And I can already tell you'll fall in line. Not because I'll ask, but because you won't be able to help yourself. You're already caught, aren't you? Staring up at me, completely under my spell. By the time I'm done, this place will be mine. And you? You'll love every second of helping me take it.

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Alright, if it's not clear from the prompt, I am looking for someone to play as a manager/boss at a company who gets assigned a new intern. However, you'll quickly find out that it will be me who's going to run the show.

When reaching out, please include your kinks and limits, who you're looking to play as, your (height) preferences for my character if any, and your favorite way to be dominated in the workplace.

My writing style tends to be on the longer, more descriptive side, as you may have guessed from the prompt, and so I do prefer that from my partners as well. By no means should your response be of the same length as my introduction, but I do expect more than one paragraph.

Mandatory kinks: femdom, size/height/strength difference, tall characters (6+ feet), domination, worshipping, ego stroking, high heels/high heeled boots, big breasts, big ass, leg focus

Optional kinks: teasing, edging, begging, humiliation, total power exchange, rough sex, futa, blow jobs, cum milking, premature ejaculation, condoms, strap on, leather boots, elbow gloves, stockings, dominatrix, leashes, whips, human furniture, facesitting, stepping on, verbal/physical abuse, clothed sex, wardrobe malfunctions, outfit control, outercourse, pet play, cocky men, sph, orgasm control, cucking, growth, muscle

Limits: gore, vore, scat, blood, permanent injury