u/these-vile-delights

Once upon a time, a King was born in the gutter, with nothing. No title, no wealth, not even a name. By the time he was twenty five, he had created a kingdom from what had previously been dozens of warring, disorganized tribes, and led a military force so strong, neighboring countries were forced to extend the hand of kinship to this upstart.

However, they showed him little in the way of respect, and thus, his people suffered. His nation was not a powerful one, and many saw him as a fraudulent King, his kingdom as a disgrace.

However, when the astonishingly beautiful daughter of perhaps the most powerful nation in all the land fell for the King, that changed everything. Their support offered the new nation the allyship it needed to grow and develop. It was a true love match, and the King and Princess had never been happier. Though they suffered many trials and tribulations together, they were soon married, after the Princess managed to break a curse that had been placed upon the King through her devotion.

Unfortunately, scarcely a year after the wedding, something shocking happened. A sorcerer appeared at the Princess’ birthday ball, with an identical lady in tow, claiming the Princess to be an imposter. He cast a spell, and the Princess’ true form was revealed— an ugly, piggish goblin, too vile to look at, never mind love. The goblin was kept in the dungeons if her home nation for months, and eventually sentenced to be exiled into the forest, among the other creatures. The wealthy nation ordered that, should she ever return, she was to be executed.

However, despite everything, the King knew that the goblin would not survive those woods, and remembered clearly how she had sworn that she hadn’t known, that it was a mistake. Those words kept him up each night, and he knew one truth— he couldn’t just leave his wife to die in the woods. He went after the awful creature, tracked it down… and offered it protection, in exchange for becoming a slave in his summer palace.

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I’m Ali! I like longterm. I like literate. I like LOADS of angst but an eventual happy ending. I write in DMs or discord. I’m a grammar psycho and a huge romantic. If you send me a nice long starter, I’ll be the best partner you ever had. Can’t wait to hear from you!

You are the heir to the throne— powerful, clever, and of course ridiculously handsome. You have slain dragons, led armies, and found true love with your soulmate, yours truly, who happens to be the eldest daughter of one of the most powerful kings in the world, forging an alliance with what was previously your kingdom’s most deadly enemy nation. Now, your father sees fit to crown you King, that you might rule and start a new golden age for the land.

Unfortunately, your father has hidden a secret for many years— you have a brother, birthed by the king’s mistress, who envies you and believes the throne, the princess, the glory, it all should have been his. Alas, he inherited sorcery from his mother, and after I reject his offer of an affair and inform you, he is banished… but he returns, with a curse in tow. A curse that is designed to ruin our past, and our future, so that things go his way.

Instead of the heroic leader known to the land, you were always… well… disappointing. Short and fat, about four hundred pounds of gassy, jiggling lard, with a nervous stutter and a tendency to snort. A clumsy, awkward mess of a prince, you were kept out of the public eye and determined entirely unfit for the throne, leaving your half brother as the natural successor.

As for me, I was lost at birth, and never recovered. Instead of a princess, I became a cheap tavern whore with a binge eating issue, constantly trying to fill the void of lovelessness with food until my beauty drowned in fat, leaving me cheaper than before. Your brother comes and pays for me to do the most horrible, degrading things for him each month, and I cannot refuse if I want to stay off the streets and with food in my flabby belly.

And this is how things may have been for all our lives, had I not given you the kiss of true love as the spell was cast, preserving your memories and your memories alone. You are the only one on Earth, save your half brother, who knows the truth, and you alone can fight to regain what we had, and break the curse— or if you can’t break the curse, at least rescue your wife from that tavern, and build a fatter version of happily ever after together.

Because true love conquers all, and no true Prince Charming will be stopped by some extra weight… even if the premature ejaculation might get in the way during battles…

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Hi! I’m Ali! I write longterm and literate, usually 3-5 paragraphs per reply, and my stories tend to go for over a year of IRL time. If you can manage that, I’ll be the best partner you ever have! Please let me know if you want to write, and a little about your version of Prince Charming! Hope to hear from you soon!

The city's greatest hero, you always managed to save the day, defeat the villain... get the girl. I was the girl, of course, the sweet, talented, and beautiful young woman you fell for, and we've been engaged for the last few months. You just have one thing you need to do before our journey to the chapel, and that's to defeat the terrifying villainess that has been trying for the past decade to take over not just the city, but the whole world, and has gotten close a few times. You need to get rid of her, once and for all, in order to make the world a safe place to raise our children, to start a family. A safe place to be married, where you don't have to worry I'll be used against you.

What you weren't expecting was for the villainess to be me.

When I am unmasked, you're expected to put an end to me, permanently... but could it be possible to end my reign of terror without ending my life? It's recently been discovered, after all, that combining the DNA of a superhuman with pig DNA can negate powers, effectively nullifying me completely. Of course, I would end up remanded to your custody, forced to spend all my time either inside the heavily armed and reinforced house, or with you directly by my side, making me effectively tied to being a housewife... and a rather fat, dumpy one too. It's a life quite unlike the one we were anticipating, and perhaps a life that we wouldn't have chosen, but at least I'll live.

Still... how will our relationship change, now that we know each other's secrets? What will become of us, each understanding that the other is our greatest enemy, as I endure the shift from a glamorous, sexy, and desirable superhuman into a shy, awkward, and anxious fatty with a cute little tail and a not so cute body? Will our love continue to burn bright, or will the resentment between us build? Can we find a way to be happy together, this way?

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I like longterm, I like literate, and I love story! I usually have a really long slowburn before any NSFW (a month on average) and I like to write about 3-5 paragraphs per reply. My average length of a story is a year to eighteen months, and sometimes I go much longer. I like stories with intense humiliation and just as intense aftercare. If that is not your cup of tea, that's fine, but if you're interested, please reach out! I can't wait to hear from y'all!

… And now, everyone knows.

Turns out, decades ago, the King of one of the most powerful lands scorned a witch, and as revenge, she replaced his daughter with a changeling swineling, believing such a gluttonous, stupid, dirty creature would surely grow to bring shame on the empire. Yet, as the creature grew, loved and cherished and educated, that shameful day never arrived. The creature worked hard each day, and strove for kindness, resilience, and respect in all things, soon becoming a jewel of the empire, beloved by many. When she met the King of a nation of warriors, called in whispers the King of Wolves, fighting for a better life for his people, they fell in love, and were soon wed, forming a powerful alliance… and a beautiful marriage, too.

But when, years later, the witch heard of what became of the piggirl princess, she decided that if her changeling wouldn’t humiliate the king by actions, she’d do it by her very nature. At the princess’ birthday ball, visiting her homeland, the witch arrived to break the spell, showing all the truth of what the creature was— a fat, waddling beast with the nose, ears, tail, hooves, and teats of a sow, oinking and snorting her terror as her body betrayed her. She was taken to the dungeons, accused of conspiracy against the crown, and after fleeing at her execution, she was expected to die in the woods.

But.

Despite knowing swinelings were subhuman. That they were good only as trained servants, or for meat if they failed that. Despite his disgust with the ugly creature, there was one man who could not let that piggy die. The King of Wolves was coming for the love of his life, despite his better judgement, despite his rage at her lies, despite wanting to punish her. He could not let her die. He’d make her his slave instead.

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Hii! I’m Ali, and I am a very literate writer! I have a tendency to write between 3 and 6 paragraphs per reply, and my stories go for over a year most of the time. If you send me a starter I will almost certainly like you a lot. If you have a thing for true love and for toxic romance… we’re going to be GOOD friends.

Hope to hear from you, xox 💋

… And now, everyone knows.

Turns out, decades ago, the King of one of the most powerful lands scorned a witch, and as revenge, she replaced his daughter with a changeling swineling, believing such a gluttonous, stupid, dirty creature would surely grow to bring shame on the empire. Yet, as the creature grew, loved and cherished and educated, that shameful day never arrived. The creature worked hard each day, and strove for kindness, resilience, and respect in all things, soon becoming a jewel of the empire, beloved by many. When she met the King of a nation of warriors, called in whispers the King of Wolves, fighting for a better life for his people, they fell in love, and were soon wed, forming a powerful alliance… and a beautiful marriage, too.

But when, years later, the witch heard of what became of the piggirl princess, she decided that if her changeling wouldn’t humiliate the king by actions, she’d do it by her very nature. At the princess’ birthday ball, visiting her homeland, the witch arrived to break the spell, showing all the truth of what the creature was— a fat, waddling beast with the nose, ears, tail, hooves, and teats of a sow, oinking and snorting her terror as her body betrayed her. She was taken to the dungeons, accused of conspiracy against the crown, and after fleeing at her execution, she was expected to die in the woods.

But.

Despite knowing swinelings were subhuman. That they were good only as trained servants, or for meat if they failed that. Despite his disgust with the ugly creature, there was one man who could not let that piggy die. The King of Wolves was coming for the love of his life, despite his better judgement, despite his rage at her lies, despite wanting to punish her. He could not let her die. He’d make her his slave instead.

…

Hii! I’m Ali, and I am a very literate writer! I have a tendency to write between 3 and 6 paragraphs per reply, and my stories go for over a year most of the time. If you send me a starter I will almost certainly like you a lot. If you have a thing for true love and for toxic romance… we’re going to be GOOD friends.

Hope to hear from you, xox 💋

… And now, everyone knows.

Turns out, decades ago, the King of one of the most powerful lands scorned a witch, and as revenge, she replaced his daughter with a changeling swineling, believing such a gluttonous, stupid, dirty creature would surely grow to bring shame on the empire. Yet, as the creature grew, loved and cherished and educated, that shameful day never arrived. The creature worked hard each day, and strove for kindness, resilience, and respect in all things, soon becoming a jewel of the empire, beloved by many. When she met the King of a nation of warriors, called in whispers the King of Wolves, fighting for a better life for his people, they fell in love, and were soon wed, forming a powerful alliance… and a beautiful marriage, too.

But when, years later, the witch heard of what became of the piggirl princess, she decided that if her changeling wouldn’t humiliate the king by actions, she’d do it by her very nature. At the princess’ birthday ball, visiting her homeland, the witch arrived to break the spell, showing all the truth of what the creature was— a fat, waddling beast with the nose, ears, tail, hooves, and teats of a sow, oinking and snorting her terror as her body betrayed her. She was taken to the dungeons, accused of conspiracy against the crown, and after fleeing at her execution, she was expected to die in the woods.

But.

Despite knowing swinelings were subhuman. That they were good only as trained servants, or for meat if they failed that. Despite his disgust with the ugly creature, there was one man who could not let that piggy die. The King of Wolves was coming for the love of his life, despite his better judgement, despite his rage at her lies, despite wanting to punish her. He could not let her die. He’d make her his slave instead.

…

Hii! I’m Ali, and I am a very literate writer! I have a tendency to write between 3 and 6 paragraphs per reply, and my stories go for over a year most of the time. If you send me a starter I will almost certainly like you a lot. If you have a thing for true love and for toxic romance… we’re going to be GOOD friends.

Hope to hear from you, xox 💋

… And now, everyone knows.

Turns out, decades ago, the King of one of the most powerful lands scorned a witch, and as revenge, she replaced his daughter with a changeling swineling, believing such a gluttonous, stupid, dirty creature would surely grow to bring shame on the empire. Yet, as the creature grew, loved and cherished and educated, that shameful day never arrived. The creature worked hard each day, and strove for kindness, resilience, and respect in all things, soon becoming a jewel of the empire, beloved by many. When she met the King of a nation of warriors, called in whispers the King of Wolves, fighting for a better life for his people, they fell in love, and were soon wed, forming a powerful alliance… and a beautiful marriage, too.

But when, years later, the witch heard of what became of the piggirl princess, she decided that if her changeling wouldn’t humiliate the king by actions, she’d do it by her very nature. At the princess’ birthday ball, visiting her homeland, the witch arrived to break the spell, showing all the truth of what the creature was— a fat, waddling beast with the nose, ears, tail, hooves, and teats of a sow, oinking and snorting her terror as her body betrayed her. She was taken to the dungeons, accused of conspiracy against the crown, and after fleeing at her execution, she was expected to die in the woods.

But.

Despite knowing swinelings were subhuman. That they were good only as trained servants, or for meat if they failed that. Despite his disgust with the ugly creature, there was one man who could not let that piggy die. The King of Wolves was coming for the love of his life, despite his better judgement, despite his rage at her lies, despite wanting to punish her. He could not let her die. He’d make her his slave instead.

…

Hii! I’m Ali, and I am a very literate writer! I have a tendency to write between 3 and 6 paragraphs per reply, and my stories go for over a year most of the time. If you send me a starter I will almost certainly like you a lot. If you have a thing for true love and for toxic romance… we’re going to be GOOD friends.

Hope to hear from you, xox 💋

I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+

Once upon a time, there was an ugly little monster who dreamed of true love. She had always wanted to live happily ever after, like in storybooks she’d heard from under windowsills. Unfortunately for the monster, there was no such thing as love for a thing like her. She was meant to live alone in the woods forever, scavenging for food, or else be a worthless slave in a household that couldn’t afford human servants. There were no other options for ugly little monsters in her kingdom.

The ugly little monster became a slave to a family of perfume merchants, and was in charge of taking care of sewing and laundry. One night, she found a beautiful ring in the gown of the eldest daughter, a beautiful girl but cruel girl who had long been courted by a mage. The ring was enchanted, and so the ugly monster realized she was able to make one wish that would last so long as the ring never left her finger. She wished to trade places with the beautiful daughter, so that she might seek true love. Upon slipping the ring onto her smallest claw, the spell was cast, and the ugly little monster became a beautiful human, while the beautiful girl became ugly and monstrous.

The monster took well to her new life as the family’s daughter. She studied hard, learned music and art and kindness, and soon was known throughout the land as the fairest and sweetest maiden in all the kingdom. Meanwhile, the daughter, refusing to work as a slave in her own home, was soon cast out onto the streets. The monster felt a twinge of guilt, but couldn’t give up her new life, not now that she was finally happy.

One day, the monster met a handsome and charming young man while painting in the gardens, and fell head over heels in love with him. For his part, the young man fell in love with the monster as well, with her beauty, kindness, and diligence. They spent much time together, and before long, they were engaged to be married. He was a powerful knight, with his own estate and lands, and he wanted her to be his lady. Soon, they were married.

Three years of marital bliss passed, and the two were happy as can be. The monster proved to be a good and devoted wife, and was unfathomably happy. However, one night, while the two attended a ball at the palace, a monster attacked, and tore the ring from her smallest finger, breaking the spell upon both of them.

The king ordered that the monster be slain, and as she ran off into the night, her clothes in tatters and her life in ruins, she did not expect to survive until morning. However, much to her astonishment, her husband was the first to find her, hatred in his eyes. He was a man of honor, and would not break his vow to protect her. Still, she must be punished for her wickedness. He chose to make her a slave on his estate, the lowest of the low, and force her each day to witness the life she had so desired, unable to ever be part of it again.

Deep in his heart, he hoped that soon, his hatred for her would become real. Eventually the ugly monster would erase his memories of the wife he had lost, and he would not grieve her any longer. But how could he forget the woman who he loved above all else while she was standing right in front of him?

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Hi! I’m Ali! I’m very excited for this story, and hope you’re interested too. I do longterm rp, usually averaging 6 months to 2 years, and I do multipara responses, usually 2-5 paragraphs. If you send me a starter I will love you forever and be the best partner you ever have. I rp either on discord in a server, or in messages here while keeping the chat open for ooc communication.

As for what exactly the monster looks like, I’m open! I really like goblins, but I’m interested in harpies, rat or pig girls, ogresses, really anything small, ugly, and humiliating. Let me know!