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I pretentious glide to the sales board and move another “dead in the water” client to “signed multi year contract”, and put my initials next to the deal. I hear some of the nepo bros groan, as I’ve solidified my position as top salesperson of the year even though we’re only in Q1.

I smirk victoriously as I head back to my cubicle, working on the next deal. I feel my stomach growl. I’m so hungry.

Some colleagues try to invite me out, but as always, I tell them that I have other plans, and I strut out of the office, knowing that my coworkers think of me as a steely, cold hearted shark.

As I drive home, I can’t help but stop at McDonald’s. I get 4 big macs, two large fries, and two large milkshakes.

I walk through the door and throw my expensive work clothes in the washing machine. My large double belly is freed from the constraints of my spanks. My heavy saggy tits flop out of my minimizing bra. I’m so fat and completely naked as I waddle over to the couch with my McDonald’s.

I put on some comically funny pornhub video as I eat, my greasy fingers tweaking my hard puffy nipples and massaging my overworked clit. I let myself burp and pass gas as I devour the big macs greedily. I love my post work hobbies.

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So, who are you to me? Are you?

1. The owner’s son/daughter: You’re trying to impress your dad with your sales, but I keep outsmarting you. However, you’ve noticed I’ve gotten bigger over the past year, and as a closeted feeder, you decide to follow me to expose me (or blackmail me in exchange for making your fantasies come to life).
2. Loving fiancé/partner:

You’re actually the reason I’ve started pigging out at home. You noticed how stress work was making me, so we both decided that from now on, I’m a slobby free use fatty when I’m home.
3. Therapist: My boss, worried about me burning myself out on work, recommended that I use the workplace EAP program to find a therapist. We get matched and you hypnotize/drug/mind control me to letting myself go when I’m outside of work.

I prefer first person rps, and after the story gets going, I usually reply with 1-3 sentences at a time.

My kinks are breast worship, iq loss, humiliation, weight gain/feederism, bwc/bbc, breast expansion, hyperspermia, bimboism, nipple play, lactation, engorged breasts/nipples, transformation, voyeurism, exhibition, praise, worship, breeding, free play, wardrobe control, light slob (burping, farts, messy eating)

Hard limits are feet, scat, piss, vore, incest

On one of highest floors in the tallest skyscrapers in the city, you stand looking out at the magnificent cityscape. You’re a high powered CEO of a major conglomerate. Cold, calculating, brutal in heated verbal arguments, your employees slightly fear you, and your enemy list is longer than your allies. Business comes easy to you- you were able to work yourself from the ground up. Now that you have all the money and power one can only dream of, the world is your oyster.

However, no one would ever say that you’re hardworking… you got to where you are just from luck and natural aptitude. You’ve never worked late, or done overtime, and god forbid you ever work a weekend. You always clock in at 9am and leave at 5pm on the dot. You never give the company even a second of your precious personal time. Even if a major deal is about to fall through, you’re not going to pick up the phone.

Because you have a secret.

And as you drive home from work, you turn onto the highway to quickly leave the urban center and into a neighbouring, low income suburb. You pull into a driveway. One would expect that if you didn’t live in the city, you at least had a huge modern mansion. But the house is a bit homely.

I hear you walk through the front door, which immediately leads to the kitchen. The decor is very 90s/2000s… it feels outdated and stuck in time. The kitchen smells amazing, with a ham roasting in the oven. You see me preparing the vegetables.

While you’re very fit and commanding, I look very soft and nurturing. I have a big ass, wide love handles, a soft tummy, and massive breasts. I’m wearing a moomoo even though it’s evening, and you can see my milk expressing through the fabric.

You instinctively touch your crotch through your pants. “Mommy I’m hungry”.

I look up at you and smile, slowly and sweetly. “C’mon and latch on baby. You must’ah had a big long hard day being big strong provider.”…

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Sorry for the long prompt haha.

I essentially want to play out a scenario where by day your character is shark, but at night he’s nothing but a pathetic pervert for his bbw wife (aka mommy). I personally think it’d be fun to play with the idea that they’re rich people living a blue collar life, but that doesn’t have to be incorporated.

We can rp what homelife looks like for our characters, or we can rp scenarios where your subby nature is at risk of being exposed.

I prefer first person rps, and after the story gets going, I usually reply with 1-3 sentences at a time.

My kinks are breast worship, iq loss, humiliation, weight gain/feederism, bwc/bbc, breast expansion, hyperspermia, bimboism, nipple play, lactation, engorged breasts/nipples, transformation, voyeurism, exhibition, praise, worship, breeding, free play, wardrobe control

Hard limits are feet, scat, piss, vore, incest

Another gig, another night of skinny, 20-something chicks flocking backstage after the show. Despite having only one radio hit twenty-some years ago, you’re still in awe over how many fans you and your band mates have. The rest of the band can’t help themselves but use these ladies for their own carnal pleasure. But not you- which is a shame because you’re by far the hottest band member. With your skinny-but-fit body and obvious big cock straining your tight jeans, the women get so frustrated over how much you ignore them.

But see, you’re a one-woman type of guy. And looking beyond the horny skinny women, you see me, your fat wife, holding down the merch table. I’m wearing your band tshirt, three sizes too small, with my big belly hanging out. The shirt, ripped to show as much cleavage as possible. Noticing you smile and look my way, my big cock sucking lips smile back. I bend over to re-organize the shirts, and you swear you can see a bit of areola. You lick your lips and part through the groupies.

One of them visibly pouts, and you can hear one of your bandmates say “ignore him babe, he’s obsessed with his big fat whale.”

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I just came up with this idea, and am pretty flexible on the direction we can go with it. Ideally you’d be a soft dom celebrating his fat wife’s body. But I’m also open to your character being totally boob-pilled into being a subby worshipper.

My kinks are breast worship, iq loss, humiliation, weight gain/feederism, bwc/bbc, breast expansion, hyperspermia, bimboism, nipple play, lactation, engorged breasts/nipples, transformation, voyeurism, exhibition, praise, worship, breeding, free play, wardrobe control

Hard limits are feet, scat, piss, vore, incest