u/guust125

I woke up on a regular morning in my usual way: laying in bed with a girl on my right and a large tent popping underneath the sheets. The brunette was hugging my waist from the side with one hand on my stomach and one behind my back. Her head was tucked underneath my right breast and one of her skinny legs was curled around my strong right leg. It was the sight of the small attached girl submitting herself to the big uninterested futa. Which is what I was: a big, strong Futa.

After yawning for a couple seconds, I decide to start the morning. I free myself from my bedpartner while keeping her asleep. I slide my feet out of bed onto the carpet and stand up in front of the mirror. My height was truly impressive, standing at seven feet tall. I pull my arms and shoulders back and stretch out my whole body: my calves, thighs, glutes, shoulders and the rest. I caress my breasts and give my firm butt a slap before finally devoting my attention to my cock. Stroking along its magnificent length, I look over to the girl in bed and wonder how I put it in her. To continue with the morning, I need to take care of this morning wood and so I grab my phone and head to the bathroom.

I go through the messages on my phone looking for new nudes sent by my desperate harem of previous bed partners all begging for a second chance and start masturbating to the material. Some have even started working out or gotten work done, so maybe I should contact them again? After stroking for long enough, I reached my climax and start cumming. I splatter my cum all over the mirror and fill up the bathroom sink.

With my urges relieved I head in the shower. As per usual I'm taller than the shower head letting the water run over my G-cup chest. I start soaping up my body, covering it in a glistening coating of water and soap and showing all its erotic curves. After enjoying the steamy shower, I grab two towels and wrap one around my hips and one around my chest. I get the hairdryer and start drying my luscious blonde hair.

When I'm dried up I go back into the room and start looking for my clothes that I scattered all over last night. It's easy to discern them from my partner's just by looking at the size. I start by putting on my underwear and skirt. I tuck in my soft, meaty cock to make it fit. It still leaves a sizeable bulge, but it's not like people don't know about my true nature.

On top I put on my black bra and cover it with a white shirt. Next I grab my stockings and sit back down on the bed. I lean forward squeezing my breasts on my thighs to put them on. I always have to make sure I don't rip my bra or shirt. These babies can be a pain in the ass sometimes. One by one I put on my stockings from toes to thighs fitting snug against my athletic legs.

As I stand up again, the girl in my bed wakes up and notices I'm about to leave. After I just put on my high heels, she hugs me from the front. Her head just reaching the underside of my chest. She asks me to stay. To which I reply that unfortunately I have to get to work. Without much effort I pull her grip loose making her fall on my feet. Again, she begs for just 10 more minutes while she's hugging my leg. I decline, but tell her that we may be able to do it again someday and I throw her my business card. She's now addicted.

With that handled, I leave the hotel room. In the elevator I quickly apply my lipstick and perfume. After swiping my corporate card at checkout I take the cab to work. Oh, I should've mentioned I'm actually the CEO of a prestigious firm in the city. Ready for another day filled with meetings, decision making and firing people.

Coming into work I'm already horny again. My overproductive balls are busy making me pent up. I look around the lobby and eye up the employees walking around with a hungry gaze. I think it's time to find me a new fling for today.

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If you've reached out before, feel free to send me a reminder. I try to reply to as many as possible, but sometimes I do miss some.

I see this mostly as being a slice of life rp where a wealthy CEO gets involved with different hookups. Of course, other ideas are welcome involving my character, I deliberately kept the prompt vague for this. Not everything related to my character is set in stone, so feel free to bring up things you'd like.

For your character I can see you playing as new or former conquest, an SO of someone I slept with, a coworker, my new secretary or someone else there are tons of possibilities and I'm excited to what you come up with.

When reaching out, please include the following:

• Your kinks and limits
• Your preferences for my character, if you have any (height, cocksize and general appearance)
• The password: office boss
• A bit on your character and how our characters could meet

Kinks: Size/Age/Height difference, futadom, findom, size comparison, big breasts, big cocks, big buts, muscle, leg focus, feet focus, smothering, face sitting, displaying feats of dominance and strength, worshipping, begging, ego stroking, high heels, boots, stockings, tight clothes, wardrobe malfunctions, clothed sex, flirting, kissing, using my body to get my way, lots of cum, light cumflation, condoms, dub/non con, domination, humiliation, cock slapping, light violence and many more

Limits: scat, gore, vore, extreme violence, immobilizing hyper

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)

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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

You stare at your computer screen, your heart sinking as you read the job posting title again: "Sorry we only hire Bimbos." The job market has been brutal for months, and your savings are dwindling. Despite the ridiculous requirements, you need this job. You click through, filling out the standard forms, uploading your resume, and then you hit it. The bimbo questionnaire.

Height, weight, breast size, lip fullness, waist-to-hip ratio... the questions go on and on. You know you don't qualify, not even close. But desperation makes you bold. You max out every slider, exaggerating every measurement until you've created a digital version of yourself that looks like it stepped out of a plastic surgeon's wet dream. You hit submit, half expecting an instant rejection.

To your shock, you receive an interview invitation the next day. The interviews go surprisingly well. No one mentions the obvious discrepancies between your actual appearance and the questionnaire answers. Friday evening, you get the notification: you're hired. Start Monday.

Monday morning arrives, and you step into the office building. The reception area is filled with women most of them sporting exaggerated curves, plump lips, and vacant-yet-perfect smiles. You're the only one who looks... natural. As you ride the elevator up, your palms sweat.

My office door opens, and you step inside, your eyes immediately finding me. I'm standing by the window, but as you enter, I turn to face you fully. At 6'9" barefoot, I tower over most people, and in these 5-inch stilettos, I'm well over 7 feet tall. My white button-up shirt strains against my breasts, the fabric tightening with every breath, while my black leather skirt hugs my hips before ending mid-thigh. The nylon stockings on my long legs lead down to those lethal heels that click against the marble floor as I walk toward you.

"Jessica Walker," I say, extending my hand. "And you must be our new hire." When your smaller hand disappears in mine, I feel you tremble slightly. I let my gaze travel over you, comparing what I see to the exaggerated measurements in your application.

"Please, have a seat," I gesture to the leather armchair opposite my desk. I remain standing, allowing my height to dominate the space as I circle around to perch on the edge of my massive desk, crossing my long legs.

"I've been reviewing your application," I begin, picking up the tablet with your file. "Very impressive responses to our questionnaire." I look up from the tablet, my eyes scanning you critically. "Although there seems to be some... discrepancy between your answers and what's sitting in that chair."

"No explanations necessary," I say, my tone casual yet firm. "I understand desperation. But I expect honesty in my office." I lean forward slightly, my breasts nearly at your eye level. "Still, based on your questionnaire responses, I've decided you'll be my personal secretary. You'll be responsible for my schedule, my correspondence, and... other needs as they arise."

I slide off the desk and stand over you, my shadow enveloping your smaller form. "Now, about those discrepancies," I say. "Fortunately, we have solutions for that." I nod toward the pink medical kit on the table beside us. "Our company offers comprehensive transition programs to help new employees align with their job requirements. The pharmaceuticals, procedures, and training in that bag will help you become the bimbo you portrayed yourself to be in your application."

I reach out and tilt your chin up, forcing you to meet my gaze. "Don't worry. By the time we're done, you'll be perfect for the position. In fact, you'll be desperate to serve me in every way imaginable."

"Welcome to your new life, my little bimbo-to-be" I say with a smile that doesn't quite reach my eyes. "We're going to have so much fun transforming you into exactly what you claimed to be."

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Hi there, thank you for reading all the way to the end here.

For this prompt, I am looking for an applicant who wants to be turned into a bimbo to get the job. I am open to both male or female characters, through male characters should expect some strong feminization by their new boss.

When reaching out, please include your kinks and limits as well as the password: Bimbo for hire. And I am also very keen to know how you filled out the questionnaire, what features you would give yourself, and how desperate you are for the job.

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 prefer to get more than one paragraph.

Kinks: femdom, bimbofication, feminization, IQ loss, tall characters (6+ feet), size/height/strength difference, domination, worshipping, ego stroking, high heels/high heeled boots, big breasts, big ass, leg focus, teasing, edging, begging, humiliation, total power exchange, power imbalance, 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, futa, growth, muscle, and many more

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

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 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.

"Can I borrow you for the night? Or does your little friend need to join as well?"

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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

You've always had a way with women, a charm that borders on dangerous. Your chiseled jaw, piercing eyes, and that confidence that radiates from you have always drawn them in. And your well-endowed physique doesn't hurt either. You've been riding that wave since high school, and now, fresh out of college, you're still surfing it.

For the past year, you've been living with Rachel. You've known her since the start of college, watching her transform from a shy girl into the woman who now shares your apartment, and often your bed. Rachel worships the ground you walk on. Her eyes light up whenever you enter a room, and she's perfected the art of anticipating your every need. In the bedroom, she's completely submissive, eager to please you in any way possible. She'll do anything to make you happy, even though you've never officially put a label on whatever this is between you.

But one woman, no matter how devoted, was never going to be enough for someone like you.

At work, there's Jessica. The moment you saw her, you were hooked. She's a stunning blonde who towers over you in her killer high heels, but you don't mind looking up to her. Her long legs, perpetually clad in nylon stockings, make your mouth water. Her white blouse strains against what must be an impressive bust, and the way her black skirt hugs her curves as she walks. It's like she was designed to make men like you obsessed. And obsessed you are.

The feeling was mutual from day one. Her flirty comments and lingering touches escalated quickly until you found yourselves in her office, the door locked, her skirt hiked up around her waist as she rode you on her expensive leather chair. With Jessica, the power dynamics flipped completely. She's in charge, and you love every second of it. She'll push you to your knees, make you beg, and leave you breathless and spent. The contrast with Rachel couldn't be more stark.

Then there's Jennifer. Another blonde, but with a different kind of appeal. You met her at the gym where she caught you staring at her thick, perfect ass during squats. Instead of being offended, she winked at you between sets. That same day, you were fucking her in the shower, water streaming over your bodies as she pressed against the tiled wall. Now, every workout ends the same way: in the steamy showers, her legs wrapped around your waist as she moans your name.

Amber is a blur, a wild night you can't quite piece together completely. You're not even sure that's her real name. What you do remember is the bar, the low lighting, and those magnificent breasts. The biggest you've ever seen, barely contained by a tight top. You bought her a drink, flirted shamelessly, and ended up back at her place. The highlight of that night, and many nights since, has been her tits wrapped around your cock, the best boobjobs of your life.

Juggling four women has become an art form. You've mastered the lies, the excuses, the careful scheduling. But the close calls are becoming more frequent. There was that time Jessica called your cell for an "urgent work matter" while Jennifer was on her knees with your cock in her mouth. You managed to fumble through the conversation, but your heart was pounding the entire time. Then there was the night you brought Amber back to your place, praying Rachel was out with friends, only to hear her key in the lock as you were getting Amber's bra off in the living room.

You knew it couldn't last. Sooner or later, the house of cards would come crashing down.

That day came on a Friday. You'd just left work, planning to meet your buddies for drinks at the local bar. As you unlocked your apartment door, ready to drop off your stuff and head back out, you stepped inside and froze.

There they were. All four of them.

Rachel and Amber sat on your couch, their expressions unreadable. Standing behind them, like sentinels, were Jessica and Jennifer, their arms crossed, their eyes locked on you.

The door clicked shut behind you, the sound unnaturally loud in the sudden silence of the room. It seems you wouldn't be making it for drinks after all.

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Hi there, thank you for reading my prompt all the way through. If I've piqued your interest then don't hesitate to reach out!

For this prompt I am looking for someone to play as the guy who is balancing four different women he has been going out with and cheating on. I will play as the four women (or fewer depending on your preferences). The women I presented here are not set in stone and I am open to your inputs, though I prefer to have some variance in the dynamics of each character to spice things up.

When reaching out, please include you kinks/limits, your take on size/height differences (I like these very much, so I hope you do too), and the password which is Lost Harem.

Kinks: Cheating, Gaslighting, Tall characters (6+ feet), domination, worshipping, ego stroking, high heels/high heeled boots, big breasts, big ass, leg, femdom, size/height/strength difference, teasing, kissing, flirting, possessive partners, rough sex, blow jobs, deepthroating, cum milking, condoms, strap on, leather boots, elbow gloves, stockings, facesitting, stepping on, clothed sex, wardrobe malfunctions, outfit control, outercourse, pet play, confident characters, cocky men, sph, orgasm control, cucking, muscular characters

Limits: gore, vore, watersports, 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.

---

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.

---

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've always had a way with women, a charm that borders on dangerous. Your chiseled jaw, piercing eyes, and that confidence that radiates from you have always drawn them in. And your well-endowed physique doesn't hurt either. You've been riding that wave since high school, and now, fresh out of college, you're still surfing it.

For the past year, you've been living with Rachel. You've known her since the start of college, watching her transform from a shy girl into the woman who now shares your apartment, and often your bed. Rachel worships the ground you walk on. Her eyes light up whenever you enter a room, and she's perfected the art of anticipating your every need. In the bedroom, she's completely submissive, eager to please you in any way possible. She'll do anything to make you happy, even though you've never officially put a label on whatever this is between you.

But one woman, no matter how devoted, was never going to be enough for someone like you.

At work, there's Jessica. The moment you saw her, you were hooked. She's a stunning blonde who towers over you in her killer high heels, but you don't mind looking up to her. Her long legs, perpetually clad in nylon stockings, make your mouth water. Her white blouse strains against what must be an impressive bust, and the way her black skirt hugs her curves as she walks. It's like she was designed to make men like you obsessed. And obsessed you are.

The feeling was mutual from day one. Her flirty comments and lingering touches escalated quickly until you found yourselves in her office, the door locked, her skirt hiked up around her waist as she rode you on her expensive leather chair. With Jessica, the power dynamics flipped completely. She's in charge, and you love every second of it. She'll push you to your knees, make you beg, and leave you breathless and spent. The contrast with Rachel couldn't be more stark.

Then there's Jennifer. Another blonde, but with a different kind of appeal. You met her at the gym where she caught you staring at her thick, perfect ass during squats. Instead of being offended, she winked at you between sets. That same day, you were fucking her in the shower, water streaming over your bodies as she pressed against the tiled wall. Now, every workout ends the same way: in the steamy showers, her legs wrapped around your waist as she moans your name.

Amber is a blur, a wild night you can't quite piece together completely. You're not even sure that's her real name. What you do remember is the bar, the low lighting, and those magnificent breasts. The biggest you've ever seen, barely contained by a tight top. You bought her a drink, flirted shamelessly, and ended up back at her place. The highlight of that night, and many nights since, has been her tits wrapped around your cock, the best boobjobs of your life.

Juggling four women has become an art form. You've mastered the lies, the excuses, the careful scheduling. But the close calls are becoming more frequent. There was that time Jessica called your cell for an "urgent work matter" while Jennifer was on her knees with your cock in her mouth. You managed to fumble through the conversation, but your heart was pounding the entire time. Then there was the night you brought Amber back to your place, praying Rachel was out with friends, only to hear her key in the lock as you were getting Amber's bra off in the living room.

You knew it couldn't last. Sooner or later, the house of cards would come crashing down.

That day came on a Friday. You'd just left work, planning to meet your buddies for drinks at the local bar. As you unlocked your apartment door, ready to drop off your stuff and head back out, you stepped inside and froze.

There they were. All four of them.

Rachel and Amber sat on your couch, their expressions unreadable. Standing behind them, like sentinels, were Jessica and Jennifer, their arms crossed, their eyes locked on you.

The door clicked shut behind you, the sound unnaturally loud in the sudden silence of the room. It seems you wouldn't be making it for drinks after all.

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Hi there, thank you for reading my prompt all the way through. If I've piqued your interest then don't hesitate to reach out!

For this prompt I am looking for someone to play as the guy who is balancing four different women he has been going out with and cheating on. I will play as the four women (or fewer depending on your preferences). The women I presented here are not set in stone and I am open to your inputs, though I prefer to have some variance in the dynamics of each character to spice things up.

When reaching out, please include you kinks/limits, your take on size/height differences (I like these very much, so I hope you do too), and your favorite of the four women as the password.

Kinks: Cheating, Gaslighting, Tall characters (6+ feet), domination, worshipping, ego stroking, high heels/high heeled boots, big breasts, big ass, leg, femdom, size/height/strength difference, teasing, kissing, flirting, possessive partners, rough sex, blow jobs, deepthroating, cum milking, condoms, strap on, leather boots, elbow gloves, stockings, facesitting, stepping on, clothed sex, wardrobe malfunctions, outfit control, outercourse, pet play, confident characters, cocky men, sph, orgasm control, cucking, muscular characters

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

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.

---

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

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.

---

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

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.

---

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: gore, vore, death, toilet play

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.

---

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

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.

---

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

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.

---

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 didn't have the best of luck with the genetic lottery. You were already a full adult, but for some reason puberty never hit completely with you. That's why you had to go through life with a dick that could modestly be called below average. It was tiny. And all those experiences with dates that were ruined because you were laughed out of the bedroom made you very self-conscious about it. `

Even though you tried your best to keep it a secret, by now it was quite well known. Mostly because of me, your older stepsister. I truly was the bratty type. The self-centered one who can do anything she likes just because she has the looks to back it up. Because yes, it seems like your genetic misfortune has blessed me with a body that can get all the guys. And at home I have made it my mission to put you down, bully you and steal your thunder. As long as mom doesn't intervene.

But on one special night everything will change. You were lying there in your bed looking up through the window at the stars. And while you knew there was no chance, you were so desperate that you wished upon a star. You wished for a bigger cock to appear in your life such that you could finally get all the sex you wanted.

When you woke up the next morning and lifted up your sheets you were once again confronted with that toothpick of morning wood. Of course it didn't work, what were you thinking. But suddenly you heard a loud crashing sound coming from the room nextdoor, my room. Your naughty little mind couldn't help itself and so you decided to take a peek at your sister.

You stand frozen at the doorway, peeking into your sister’s room, eyes widening as you take in the impossible sight before you. The familiar figure of your sister has transformed into something beyond recognition, like a dream twisted into reality. She was always athletic, toned, and beautiful, but this… this is something else entirely.

Her once slim but fit frame is now monstrously large, like some titan pulled from the pages of a comic book. Lying there on her broken bed, she seems too big to be real, her massive form overwhelming the space. You can’t help but stare at her legs first. Her thighs, once powerful from years of sports, are now bloated with sheer muscle. Each thigh looks as thick as tree trunks bulging with muscle that twitches subtly even in sleep. The sheer size of them has forced her legs to stretch out well beyond the bed, her feet planted firmly on the floor despite the length of the mattress. Her toes curl against the floor, and her calves, like boulders, rise and fall with every unconscious movement.

Her torso, covered by a sheet, rises like a mountainous landscape. Her chest expanded enormously, broad enough to cover the bed’s entire width. Even though her chest is mostly hidden under the fabric, you can see the mass it holds. The fabric stretches across her shoulders, shoulders that seem impossibly broad now. Her biceps, resting lazily on either side of her, are thicker than your torso bursting with veins that seem like they’re ready to burst through her skin at any moment. Her hands, large and heavy, rest on the floor, fingers curled slightly, knuckles resting against the carpet.

Her neck, thick and corded with muscle, supports a face that hasn’t changed much, though you can see her jawline has become more defined, stronger, and somehow more menacing. Thick, golden hair cascades down her shoulders, adding a surreal beauty to her otherwise monstrous appearance. Her blonde locks catch the morning light, shimmering like something out of a dream, but the rest of her body is pure nightmare fuel. Most fearful of all was the giant tent that rose from her hips. It seemed to be supported by a giant pole that was longer than her thighs. The sheets around the tip were completely soaked, which made you fear the worst about what monster was hiding beneath.

You remember how she used to tease you, always calling you weak, small, never able to keep up with her, and now, seeing her like this… she could crush you without even trying. The thought makes your stomach churn. You’ve always been the smaller sibling, but now the disparity between us two is beyond measure. She’s got to be over 8 feet tall, maybe even more. Her new size and sheer muscle mass make her look like a statue come to life, a perfect blend of raw power and intimidating beauty.

Her breathing is deep and steady, but even in sleep, there’s a palpable sense of menace in the room. This was your sister and now, with this gargantuan, muscle-bound body, she could turn your life into a living hell without lifting a finger. A shiver runs down your spine as you imagine what she might do when she wakes up. Will she still enjoy toying with you the way she used to? Or will things get far, far worse?

One thing is certain: the power dynamics between you and her have shifted irreversibly. There’s no chance of standing up to her now, no way to even think about defending yourself. She was already a force to be reckoned with, but now… she’s a juggernaut, an unstoppable force of nature, and you are nothing more than an insect in her presence.

And the worst part? You know she’s going to love every second of it.

---

Okay so that is the setup. Your wish has gone wrong and turned your sister into a large amazonian futa with a giant cock. How will this affect your life? Maybe she uses it to go after your crush and turn her into her fuckpet? Maybe she turns your mom into her cockslave so she gets to do with you as she pleases. But one thing is for certain. She is going to turn you into her little fembro.

When reaching out, please include your kinks and limits and add the password Buff sister

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

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.

"Can I borrow you for the night? Or does your little friend need to join as well?"

---

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

Oh, I see you. Don't look so surprised. You thought you were being subtle, but a prize like you can't be hidden. You walk around with that body, a temple of muscle and power, and you expect people not to stare? Please. Every line of your physique is carved by a god, a masterpiece of raw strength. But that's not even the main event, is it?

It's that magnificent, impossible cock. It's not just big; it's a statement. A challenge. A promise. Those baggy pants you wear are a pathetic attempt to cage a beast that was born to run wild. I see its heavy, powerful silhouette with every step you take. At the gym, it's even better. When you're straining, every muscle flexing, that white monster strains right along with you, a thick, proud testament to your sheer, overwhelming masculinity.

And I know what you're doing to women, even if you don't. That dick of yours is a conqueror. It was made to ruin them for all other men. They get one taste of something that reaches deeper than anything they've ever felt, that floods them with more cum than they thought possible, and they're addicted for life. You're a walking, talking addiction, a beautiful curse that leaves a trail of broken women who can never go back.

But I am not just any woman. I'm taller than you, and in my heels, I'll be a goddess you have to look up to, a queen you'll kneel for. My body was custom-built to conquer yours. These breasts? They're not just big; they're the perfect, soft, heavy pillows to worship that colossal shaft, to make it feel truly adored. This ass? It's a throne of firm, powerful muscle, ready to smother you, to swallow you whole, to make you forget your own name as you're buried in perfection.

And my pussy... it's been waiting. It's been aching. It's been preparing itself, stretching, yearning for the one thing it was truly made for: to be claimed by you. To be filled, stretched, and utterly possessed by that legendary white monster. I want to feel it push past every limit, to touch places in me that no one has ever dared to imagine.

So, here's the truth, my beautiful, hung beast. You may be the one with the god-like cock that conquers all, but I am the one who will own it. I will worship it, praise it, and ride it until you see stars, but make no mistake: you will be mine. Every last inch of that perfect body and that jaw-dropping dick belongs to me.

Now, tell me. Are you ready to be claimed by the only woman on earth who is truly worthy of you? Are you strong enough to be mine?

---

Hi there, thanks for taking the time to read my prompt.

It should be quite clear what I am looking for with this one. I'll be playing as the tall, blonde bombshell and I'm searching for someone who can embody the hung alpha male she's looking for.

As for scenarios, I'm open to exploring where our paths cross, but I have a strong preference for modern, real-life settings. Things like a power-play at the office, a test of strength at the gym, a chance encounter on holiday, or a classic possessive meet-up at a bar.

Finally, the character I described is a template, a starting point. If you have specific tweaks or changes you'd like to see, I'm all ears. The goal is to create a dynamic that's hot for both of us.

When reaching out please make sure to mention the following:

• Your kinks & limits
• The password: Bigger is Better
• And of course a bit about your character (including how big that monster cock is)

Kinks: Tall characters (6+ feet), domination, worshipping, ego stroking, high heels/high heeled boots, big breasts, big ass, leg, femdom, size/height/strength difference, teasing, kissing, flirting, possessive partners, rough sex, blow jobs, deepthroating, cum milking, condoms, strap on, leather boots, elbow gloves, stockings, facesitting, stepping on, clothed sex, wardrobe malfunctions, outfit control, outercourse, pet play, confident characters, cocky men, sph, orgasm control, cucking, muscular characters

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