u/throwaway_ithrow

"God, look at that bikini. It's so small on her and it's WAY too revealing. I bet she's such a slut," the girl says while sitting down in her long shorts and baggy shirt. Her response prompts a glance from the boy beside her in the ice cream parlor. Her best friend of many years, Mark, who was used to her being this way, but he still tried to correct her anyway. "Y'know..." He started, "We ARE near the beach right now, aren't we? He's just showing off what she's got. Maybe she's just happy for herself. Or maybe you're just jealous because you're flat." He joked with a wicked smile.

Moments later, a fist came towards his arm, prompting him to lightly yelp and hold his arm in pain. "Shut up dick," She responded back with an eyeroll. "I just don't get it. She's objectifying herself. It makes her look like some sort of bimbo." She says of the woman in sunglasses waiting in line. The woman's sunglasses slightly raise as her face scrunches up, biting back with, "You know I can hear you, right?"

"Oh... good. So it can speak." The nerd girl retorts. "I thought you were like one of those blow-up dolls with no personality. What, did you come to fetch your old sugar daddy his dessert?" She joked at the woman's expense. The retorts continued. An argument ensued. Words thrown back and forth, petty arguing continuing, and other people starting to look. Eventually, it came to a halt with the nerdy girl's final words being, "Whatever. If you're so offended, then why don't you go back to one of your boytoys you probably have, you slut!" She said in a dismissive tone.

The woman's face scrunched up in annoyance again. She suddenly took her sunglasses off to reveal bright red eyes. She chose to stare into the eyes of the nerdy girl as she suddenly started speaking in another language. The nerd felt... focused. Like she couldn't look away from her eyes. The strange, latin-sounding words echoed in her ears as the woman said them to her. Then, the woman's eyes dimmed to a darker red. She then muttered, "Bitch..." under her breath before strutting out of the parlor without any ice cream.

"What the hell was that?" Mark asked. "What did she say?"

It took the fellow nerd a moment to gather her thoughts, as she was just as confused but dismissed it rather quickly. "I don't know. Let's just get back to the AirBnB." She said as she gathered her things.

Later that night, she looked in the mirror as she brushed her teeth, silently laughing to herself about the whole situation earlier. *What a bitch,* She thought in her head, *The audacity of that woman to be that way. Just accept that you're a slut.*

She spit out her toothpaste, looking back into the mirror and remembering those eyes. Those bright red eyes. It's almost as if she could... see them staring at her still. Staring down deep into her soul... Then suddenly, she saw a shadowy figure behind her. A tall, budty figure with an hourglass-like body. Before she could process it, she felt a tingling all over her body. She clutched her chest as her eyes widened. Out of nowhere, she was out of breath. The tingling got worse and worse... and then she felt a strange sensation striking her chest once again.

**"Augggh!"** She moaned, covering her mouth. Mark was in the other room. More importantly, though, why did she just moan? Then it happened again. Her legs turned wobbly as more of her body started to tingle, and her breathing quickened. More moans escaped her mouth, muffled by her hand as she collapsed to the floor. Strangely, whe felt a growing wetness between her legs... and an intense heat welling. A deep, dark desire forming. A pit in her stomach.

She could feel her chest... expanding. Multiple body parts growing... larger. She just kept moaning into her hand. It was disturbing yet somehow pleasant. Yet as the feeling between her legs worsened, her hand escaped her mouth. It landed between her legs, frantically trying to calm herself down as she moaned, this time much louder. Loud enough to prompt for Mark to run into the bathroom from the other room.

"Hey, are you okay? What the hell is -" He started before stopping in his tracks. He saw his best friend of many years on her knees in the bathroom with her hand in her pants, her shirt threatening to tear from a pair of breasts that had suddenly grown onto her, and a messy look from her desperation to make it all go away. "M-M-Mark!" She stammered, lunging towards him and bringing him down onto the carpet of the bedroom behind.

Her breath was hot. She gasped for air as her body and mind reacted pleasantly to his presence. Suddenly, he smelt very sweet. Comforting. Her lust only worsened the longer she was on top of him. Her heart fluttered. Her eyes wandered down to between his legs and she felt a strange attraction. "Mark... please help me. You have to help me!" She begged as she started clawing at his pants, questioning why...

Why is she doing this? What has happened to her?

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Like a horrible stroke of karma, this nerdy prude has succumbed to a curse that will turn her into the very thing she hates... a Succubus. The manifestations of total nymphomania. A creature whose body is raunchy and demands attention, requiring sexual energy itself to survive.

While this prompt showed a quick progression, I would like to potentially discuss different routes to go down of whether she turns on dime, slowly turns into one, or both! I would like to keep things mostly one-on-one, with my character trying to keep her satisfied to prevent her from hurting anybody else. I would love to discuss this transformation and create something fun together.

"Are you stupid?" she laughed, "There's no way he could beat Superman in a fight. Superman is... well, superman!" She recieves an eye roll from her, making her raise her eyebrow.

"If you love him so much, then why don't you marry him?" He responds teasingly, prompting a punch to the arm afterward. "Shut up, dickhead!" They both laughed afterward, sighing and smiling as they sat together on the long drive back home. It had been a long day, and they've been driving for an hour already, coming back from a local comic-con. She wore her new nerdy t-shirt that he, her nest friend, had bought her, with some jean shorts to complete the relaxed outfit. They had yet another hour to go, but their back and forth banter filled in the gaps, leaving no room for boredom or awkward silence. As they both look out the window of the car, they both thought the same undeniable thing. There was a level of tension in this car. There's been tension between them for months. The good kind of tension...

She blushed as she thought about it. Her mind was filled with thoughts and wishes as she looked out at the many signs of the city flying by through the droplet-covered window. Only the sound of windshield wipers, and the faint sound of the radio filled the silence now after their laugh. They both could acknowledge the tension, yet they both had their doubts.

The road suddenly became bumpy, startling her out of the haze she had found her mind in. "Damn these roads. You'd think a city would pave over them and make them smooth." He whined with one hand on the steering wheel. She glanced over with one eye, concealing her blush against the side of her door. Does he like her? Does he not? She wishes she just knew already. How would he react if she were to place her hand on his thigh? The bumpy road made her squirm in her seat. All of these dirty thoughts filled her head as she fantasized - and her eyes widened. She knew what was about to come.

"Ah~!" She moaned, clutching her stomach. He jumps in his seat, turning to her. Her eyes were wide as can be. Her hand moved to her chest, feeling her heart beat thrice as fast as it normally did. Her breathing became shallow and slow just as she started to sweat. "Oh no..." She whispers out as her back arches, her hands clutching her small breasts as she lets out another loud moan. "Oh~!" She gasped, her mouth dry as can be.

He was startled. His head shifted between the road and her as she moaned and shifted, unsure of what exactly was happening. "Hey, what's wrong?!" He shouts, starting to panic. "Do you want me to pull over or -"

He can hardly get out his full sentence before she shouts, "Nhooo~!?" A cross between a shout and a sultry moan as her legs start to shift uncomfortably. "For the love of God NO, do not pull over! Just... just find us a hotel, please!" She wailed with a squeak in her voice at the end, a few tears dripping down her face. Not now. Not like this. He couldn't find out about this, he just couldn't.

"Okay, but... what's wrong with you? Is there something I can do to-" Again, he was interrupted. "Just do it!" She moaned, her eyes now fluttering.

Without another question, he started to drive as she lightly moaned and shifted in the seat next to him. He glanced back and forth between her and the road, not letting her stay out of his sight for too long. Tears continued to well up as she leaned against the door, her eyes starting to get heavy and almost droopy. She clung on to consciousness for dear life, still letting out the occasional moan as her legs shifted. She could feel the impending heat between. She silently cried to herself, knowing that their relationship would never be the same after this night.

Finally, they arrived. He immediately opened the door and turned around, facing her as the rain poured down on him. Her one arm clutched her stomach as the other rubbed her waistline. Her breathing was still shallow and she seemed barely conscious. "I'm going to get us a room. I'll bring you in after, because... well, they'll think it's suspicious if they see you in this state. Stay right here, alright? I'll only be a minute." He says, closing the door lightly so as to not startle her. Now she was only left with the pitter-patter of the rain against the car. The bright lights of the hotel parking lot's lights. She knows they have surveillance. For right now, though, she didn't care.

Without hesitation, she reached a weak and shaky hand into her pants. She placed only two fingers on her slit over her panties, and her head went back in immense pleasure. Her eyes went wide as she bit her lip so as to not be heard, bit so hard it started to bleed. Her eyes still wide and her head back, she rubbed frantically. Her other hand cupped her mouth as her whole body shook and thrashed. She hoped to beat it, or finish herself before the transformation happened, but she couldn't. She only got wetter and wetter, that heat between her legs growing. Her rubbing was so fast and frantic it tired her out before she could get anywhere. Her arm shook and gave out only moments later as she gasped for air, her back arching once again as her body shivered, and her legs practically became a pool. Her eyes returned to their fluttering state as he returned, a hotel key card in his pocket. "Alright, let's go. I'll help you walk." He says, already knowing that she will need aid.

His arm goes around her shoulder, his other hand grabbing her wrist to support her out of the car. Just the contact of his body against her made her eyes close and her face scrunch before letting out a sad, low moan. Just his contact made her nipples immediately erect, and her legs turned to jello. She became incoherent and limp as he walked her, using his body as support to get her to the room on the second floor safely.

They reach the room with two beds, and he lightly places her down on atop it as she starts to lose consciousness. Tears still remained on her face. He wiped away the tears with his finger, and it took everything in her power not to stick his finger in her mouth. As her eyes begin to close, he says to her, "I'm going to get you a Gatorade and a snack from downstairs. You just rest here and sleep if you need to, okay?" He says, speedwalking out the door just as her head turns to its side, and she passes out on the hotel bed.

He frantically rushes down the stairs, skipping the elevator wait to run to the small shop for hotel snacks. He had no idea what was happening. He couldn't help but panic. He grabbed the first protein bar he saw, and a Gatorade. Sprinting back up the stairs he thought about what could be wrong. Is she sick? Has she been sick? Has she been hiding a terminal illness from him? He shook his head as it filled with bad thoughts. He knew he needed to be strong and calm for her. As he reaches the door, he takes a deep breath. His key card presses against the sensor, prompting a click.

Before he can reach his hand to the handle of the door, it slowly opens from the inside, revealing someone he doesn't know in the doorway. She stood taller than him, with huge breasts and wide hips. She was in the outfit his friend was in, only what was previously her new shirt she got at the con was now a torn-up bellyshirt, revealing a smooth and slim stomach. A pink bra was visible underneath the torn shirt, so tight against the large breasts that it threatened to snap. What used to be looser Jean shorts now were tight around the waist, and the button had already snapped. His eyes went wide as he looked at the beautiful woman and then looked past her. His friend was gone. She smiled at him as she suddenly grabbed his shirt and dragged him into the room, closing the door behind as the Gatorade and protein bar fell to the floor.

[End of Prompt]

I hope you enjoyed this long prompt. The TL;DR of it is that you will be playing a skinny, nerdy character who has a crush on her fellow nerd best friend, and he also has a crush on her. They just haven't acknowledged it, and they're both too anxiety-riddled to accept that the other may have feelings for them. However, the twist is that your character has a unique sort of sickness. One in which she transforms into a horned-up bimbo every time she gets horny. It doesn't matter where she is; If she's horny, she's going to transform. This transformation process is incredibly pleasureful and lustful. If she's transforming, she's feeling immense pleasure. She moans and sweats, her body betraying her as she suddenly feels an intense wave of lust that can't be contained.

When she transforms, she's like a new person. She's now confident, aware of her stellar body, and she practically just does what she wants. She won't take no for an answer. She's going to get her fix of pleasure somehow, whether it's by force or not. After she orgasms enough and gets her fix, she slowly reverts back to normal and doesn't remember a single thing from when she was transformed.

I would love to play out a long term slice of life romance between these two, with an approximately 50/50 mix between smut and story. I'd like her to transform a lot, but not always be in the transformation. I'd like to have scenes with her as her true self, and develop their slow love for each other as she struggles with the anxiety of not knowing if he loves her or this version of herself that she becomes when she's horny.

"Are you stupid?" she laughed, "There's no way he could beat Superman in a fight. Superman is... well, superman!" She recieves an eye roll from her, making her raise her eyebrow.

"If you love him so much, then why don't you marry him?" He responds teasingly, prompting a punch to the arm afterward. "Shut up, dickhead!" They both laughed afterward, sighing and smiling as they sat together on the long drive back home. It had been a long day, and they've been driving for an hour already, coming back from a local comic-con. She wore her new nerdy t-shirt that he, her nest friend, had bought her, with some jean shorts to complete the relaxed outfit. They had yet another hour to go, but their back and forth banter filled in the gaps, leaving no room for boredom or awkward silence. As they both look out the window of the car, they both thought the same undeniable thing. There was a level of tension in this car. There's been tension between them for months. The good kind of tension...

She blushed as she thought about it. Her mind was filled with thoughts and wishes as she looked out at the many signs of the city flying by through the droplet-covered window. Only the sound of windshield wipers, and the faint sound of the radio filled the silence now after their laugh. They both could acknowledge the tension, yet they both had their doubts.

The road suddenly became bumpy, startling her out of the haze she had found her mind in. "Damn these roads. You'd think a city would pave over them and make them smooth." He whined with one hand on the steering wheel. She glanced over with on eye, concealing her blush against the side of her door. Does he like her? Does he not? She wishes she just knew already. How would he react if she were to place her hand on his thigh The bumpy road made her squirm in her seat. All of these dirty thoughts filled her head as she fantasized- and her eyes widened. She knew what was about to come.

"Ah~!" She moaned, clutching her stomach. He jumps in his seat, turning to her. Her eyes were wide as can be. Her hand moved to her chest, feeling her heart beat thrice as fast as it normally did. Her breathing became shallow and slow just as she started to sweat. "Oh no..." She whispers out as her back arches, her hands clutching her small breasts as she lets out another loud moan. "Oh~!" She gasped, her mouth dry as can be.

He was startled. His head shifted between the road and her as she moaned and shifted, unsure of what exactly was happening. "Hey, what's wrong?!" He shouts, starting to panic. "Do you want me to pull over or-"

He can hardly get out his full sentence before she shouts, "Nhooo~!?" A cross between a shout and a sultry moan as her legs start to shift uncomfortably. "For the love of God NO, do not pull over! Just... just find us a hotel, please!" She wailed with a squeak in her voice at the end, a few tears dripping down her face. Not now. Not like this. He couldn't find out about this, he just couldn't.

"Okay, but... what's wrong with you? Is there something I can do to-" Again, he was interrupted. "Just do it!" She moaned, her eyes now fluttering.

Without another question, he started to drive as she lightly moaned and shifted in the seat next to him. He glanced back and forth between her and the road, not letting her stay out of his sight for too long. Tears continued to well up as she leaned against the door, her eyes starting to get heavy and almost droopy. She clung on to consciousness for dear life, still letting out the occasional moan as her legs shifted. She could feel the impending heat between. She silently cried to herself, knowing that their relationship would never be the same after this night.

Finally, they arrived. He immediately opened the door and turned around, facing her as the rain poured down on him. Her one arm clutched her stomach as the other rubbed her waistline. Her breathing was still shallow and she seemed barely conscious. "I'm going to get us a room. I'll bring you in after, because... well, they'll think it's suspicious if they see you in this state. Stay right here, alright? I'll only be a minute." He says, closing the door lightly so as to not startle her. Now she was only left with the pitter-patter of the rain against the car. The bright lights of the hotel parking lot's lights. She knows they have surveillance. For right now, though, she didn't care.

Without hesitation, she reached a weak and shaky hand into her pants. She placed only two fingers on her slit over her panties, and her head went back in immense pleasure. Her eyes went wide as she bit her lip so as to not be heard, bit so hard it started to bleed. Her eyes still wide and her head back, she rubbed frantically. Her other hand cupped her mouth as her whole body shook and thrashed. She hoped to beat it, or finish herself before the transformation happened, but she couldn't. She only got wetter and wetter, that heat between her legs growing. Her rubbing was so fast and frantic it tired her out before she could get anywhere. Her arm shook and gave out only moments later as she gasped for air, her back arching once again as her body shivered, and her legs practically became a pool. Her eyes returned to their fluttering state as he returned, a hotel key card in his pocket. "Alright, let's go. I'll help you walk." He says, already knowing that she will need aid.

His arm goes around her shoulder, his other hand grabbing her wrist to support her out of the car. Just the contact of his body against her made her eyes close and her face scrunch before letting out a sad, low moan. Just his contact made her nipples immediately erect, and her legs turned to jello. She became incoherent and limo as he walked her, using his body as support to get her to the room on the second floor safely.

They reach the room with two beds, and he lightly places her down on atop it as she starts to lose consciousness. Tears still remained on her face. He wiped away the tears with his finger, and it took everything in her power not to stick his finger in her mouth. As her eyes begin to close, he says to her, "I'm going to get you a Gatorade and a snack from downstairs. You just rest here and sleep if you need to, okay?" He says, speedwalking out the door just as her head turns to its side, and she passes out on the hotel bed.

He frantically rushes down the stairs, skipping the elevator wait to run to the small shop for hotel snacks. He had no idea what was happening. He couldn't help but panic. He grabbed the first protein bar he saw, and a Gatorade. Sprinting back up the stairs he thought about what could be wrong. Is she sick? Has she been sick? Has she been hiding a terminal illness from him? He shook his head as it filled with bad thoughts. He knew he needed to be strong and calm for her. As he reaches the door, he takes a deep breath. His key card presses against the sensor, prompting a click.

Before he can reach his hand to the handle of the door, it slowly open from the inside, revealing someone he didn't know in the doorway. She stood slightly taller than him, with huge breasts and wide hips. She was in the outfit his friend was in, only what was previously her new shirt she got at the con was now a torn-up bellyshirt, revealing a smooth and slim stomach. A pink bra was visible underneath the torn shirt, so tight against the large breasts that it threatened to snap. What used to be looser Jean shorts now were tight around the waist, and the button had already snapped. His eyes went wide as he looked at the beautiful woman, and then looked past her. His friend was gone. She smiled at him as she suddenly grabbed his shirt and dragged him into the room, closing the door behind as the Gatorade and protein bar fall to the floor.

[End of Prompt]

I hope you enjoyed this long prompt. The TL;DR of it is that you will be playing a skinny, nerdy character who has a crush on her fellow nerd best friend, and he also has a crush on her. They just haven't acknowledged it, and they're both too anxiety-riddled to accept that the other may have feelings for them. However, the twist is that your character has a unique sort of sickness. One in which she transforms into a horned-up bimbo every time she gets horny. It doesn't matter where she is; If she's horny, she's going to transform. This transformation process is incredibly pleasureful and lustful. If she's transforming, she's feeling immense pleasure. She moans and sweats, her body betraying her as she suddenly feels an intense wave of lust that can't be contained.

When she transforms, she's like a new person. She's now confident, aware of her stellar body, and she practically just does what she wants. She won't take no for an answer. She's going to get her fix of pleasure somehow, whether it's by force or not. After she orgasms enough and gets her fix, she slowly reverts back to normal and doesn't remember a single thing from when she was transformed.

I would love to play out a long term slice of life romance between these two, with an approximately 50/50 mix between smut and story. I'd like her to transform a lot, but not always be in the transformation. I'd like to have scenes with her as her true self, and develop their slow love for each other as she struggles with the anxiety of not knowing if he loves her or this version of herself that she becomes when she's horny.

"Are you stupid?" she laughed, "There's no way he could beat Superman in a fight. Superman is... well, superman!" She recieves an eye roll from her, making her raise her eyebrow.

"If you love him so much, then why don't you marry him?" He responds teasingly, prompting a punch to the arm afterward. "Shut up, dickhead!" They both laughed afterward, sighing and smiling as they sat together on the long drive back home. It had been a long day, and they've been driving for an hour already, coming back from a local comic-con. She wore her new nerdy t-shirt that he, her nest friend, had bought her, with some jean shorts to complete the relaxed outfit. They had yet another hour to go, but their back and forth banter filled in the gaps, leaving no room for boredom or awkward silence. As they both look out the window of the car, they both thought the same undeniable thing. There was a level of tension in this car. There's been tension between them for months. The good kind of tension...

She blushed as she thought about it. Her mind was filled with thoughts and wishes as she looked out at the many signs of the city flying by through the droplet-covered window. Only the sound of windshield wipers, and the faint sound of the radio filled the silence now after their laugh. They both could acknowledge the tension, yet they both had their doubts.

The road suddenly became bumpy, startling her out of the haze she had found her mind in. "Damn these roads. You'd think a city would pave over them and make them smooth." He whined with one hand on the steering wheel. She glanced over with on eye, concealing her blush against the side of her door. Does he like her? Does he not? She wishes she just knew already. How would he react if she were to place her hand on his thigh The bumpy road made her squirm in her seat. All of these dirty thoughts filled her head as she fantasized- and her eyes widened. She knew what was about to come.

"Ah~!" She moaned, clutching her stomach. He jumps in his seat, turning to her. Her eyes were wide as can be. Her hand moved to her chest, feeling her heart beat thrice as fast as it normally did. Her breathing became shallow and slow just as she started to sweat. "Oh no..." She whispers out as her back arches, her hands clutching her small breasts as she lets out another loud moan. "Oh~!" She gasped, her mouth dry as can be.

He was startled. His head shifted between the road and her as she moaned and shifted, unsure of what exactly was happening. "Hey, what's wrong?!" He shouts, starting to panic. "Do you want me to pull over or-"

He can hardly get out his full sentence before she shouts, "Nhooo~!?" A cross between a shout and a sultry moan as her legs start to shift uncomfortably. "For the love of God NO, do not pull over! Just... just find us a hotel, please!" She wailed with a squeak in her voice at the end, a few tears dripping down her face. Not now. Not like this. He couldn't find out about this, he just couldn't.

"Okay, but... what's wrong with you? Is there something I can do to-" Again, he was interrupted. "Just do it!" She moaned, her eyes now fluttering.

Without another question, he started to drive as she lightly moaned and shifted in the seat next to him. He glanced back and forth between her and the road, not letting her stay out of his sight for too long. Tears continued to well up as she leaned against the door, her eyes starting to get heavy and almost droopy. She clung on to consciousness for dear life, still letting out the occasional moan as her legs shifted. She could feel the impending heat between. She silently cried to herself, knowing that their relationship would never be the same after this night.

Finally, they arrived. He immediately opened the door and turned around, facing her as the rain poured down on him. Her one arm clutched her stomach as the other rubbed her waistline. Her breathing was still shallow and she seemed barely conscious. "I'm going to get us a room. I'll bring you in after, because... well, they'll think it's suspicious if they see you in this state. Stay right here, alright? I'll only be a minute." He says, closing the door lightly so as to not startle her. Now she was only left with the pitter-patter of the rain against the car. The bright lights of the hotel parking lot's lights. She knows they have surveillance. For right now, though, she didn't care.

Without hesitation, she reached a weak and shaky hand into her pants. She placed only two fingers on her slit over her panties, and her head went back in immense pleasure. Her eyes went wide as she bit her lip so as to not be heard, bit so hard it started to bleed. Her eyes still wide and her head back, she rubbed frantically. Her other hand cupped her mouth as her whole body shook and thrashed. She hoped to beat it, or finish herself before the transformation happened, but she couldn't. She only got wetter and wetter, that heat between her legs growing. Her rubbing was so fast and frantic it tired her out before she could get anywhere. Her arm shook and gave out only moments later as she gasped for air, her back arching once again as her body shivered, and her legs practically became a pool. Her eyes returned to their fluttering state as he returned, a hotel key card in his pocket. "Alright, let's go. I'll help you walk." He says, already knowing that she will need aid.

His arm goes around her shoulder, his other hand grabbing her wrist to support her out of the car. Just the contact of his body against her made her eyes close and her face scrunch before letting out a sad, low moan. Just his contact made her nipples immediately erect, and her legs turned to jello. She became incoherent and limp as he walked her, using his body as support to get her to the room on the second floor safely.

They reach the room with two beds, and he lightly places her down on atop it as she starts to lose consciousness. Tears still remained on her face. He wiped away the tears with his finger, and it took everything in her power not to stick his finger in her mouth. As her eyes begin to close, he says to her, "I'm going to get you a Gatorade and a snack from downstairs. You just rest here and sleep if you need to, okay?" He says, speedwalking out the door just as her head turns to its side, and she passes out on the hotel bed.

He frantically rushes down the stairs, skipping the elevator wait to run to the small shop for hotel snacks. He had no idea what was happening. He couldn't help but panic. He grabbed the first protein bar he saw, and a Gatorade. Sprinting back up the stairs he thought about what could be wrong. Is she sick? Has she been sick? Has she been hiding a terminal illness from him? He shook his head as it filled with bad thoughts. He knew he needed to be strong and calm for her. As he reaches the door, he takes a deep breath. His key card presses against the sensor, prompting a click.

Before he can reach his hand to the handle of the door, it slowly open from the inside, revealing someone he didn't know in the doorway. She stood slightly taller than him, with huge breasts and wide hips. She was in the outfit his friend was in, only what was previously her new shirt she got at the con was now a torn-up bellyshirt, revealing a smooth and slim stomach. A pink bra was visible underneath the torn shirt, so tight against the large breasts that it threatened to snap. What used to be looser Jean shorts now were tight around the waist, and the button had already snapped. His eyes went wide as he looked at the beautiful woman, and then looked past her. His friend was gone. She smiled at him as she suddenly grabbed his shirt and dragged him into the room, closing the door behind as the Gatorade and protein bar fall to the floor.

[End of Prompt]

I hope you enjoyed this long prompt. The TL;DR of it is that you will be playing a skinny, nerdy character who has a crush on her fellow nerd best friend, and he also has a crush on her. They just haven't acknowledged it, and they're both too anxiety-riddled to accept that the other may have feelings for them. However, the twist is that your character has a unique sort of sickness. One in which she transforms into a horned-up bimbo every time she gets horny. It doesn't matter where she is; If she's horny, she's going to transform. This transformation process is incredibly pleasureful and lustful. If she's transforming, she's feeling immense pleasure. She moans and sweats, her body betraying her as she suddenly feels an intense wave of lust that can't be contained.

When she transforms, she's like a new person. She's now confident, aware of her stellar body, and she practically just does what she wants. She won't take no for an answer. She's going to get her fix of pleasure somehow, whether it's by force or not. After she orgasms enough and gets her fix, she slowly reverts back to normal and doesn't remember a single thing from when she was transformed.

I would love to play out a long term slice of life romance between these two, with an approximately 50/50 mix between smut and story. I'd like her to transform a lot, but not always be in the transformation. I'd like to have scenes with her as her true self, and develop their slow love for each other as she struggles with the anxiety of not knowing if he loves her or this version of herself that she becomes when she's horny.

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

Disclaimer: This is not a cucking rp. I'll be using Kara as a placeholder name for your character but we can change that to whatever we want!

It's so much better to have an apartment of your own than a dorm in college. Instead of living with somebody random and hoping you get a good room, you get to choose who your roommate is, and you don't have to worry about random inspections from CAs. Another reason apartments are better is because you can have all the sex you want.

Kara is a big fan of that last benefit. Many would think she went to college just for the sex with how many guys she's been with. With a double-digit body count and a body to back it up, she easily seduces any man on campus and takes him back to her place with ease.

Oh, and she has a roommate. His name is Ryan, and he's a bit of a nerd. He originally was going to be alone in the apartment, but accepted her when she pleaded for a room. She didn't know him at the time, but he was her last hope. All of her other friends and roomies were tired of her "antics" at night.

He's not a bad roommate. He's a great one for Sophie, actually. He mostly keeps to himself, but sometimes he will be out in the living room watching a movie with Kara, or will go out to eat with her. When she brings a guy over, though, he knows what to do. He goes into his room, throws on some headphones to listen to music or do homework, and he doesn't whine or complain about it! They're the perfect roommates for each other.

Sometimes when she doesn't get a good enough fuck for the night, she'll even go to Ryan instead to get off. If she's out drunk and needs a ride, Ryan's the first one she texts. She always makes sure to "thank" him on the way back and at home, of course. If she has somebody or something to complain about, she'll vent to Ryan... while riding his admittedly huge cock, letting her thoughts melt away. If somebody makes fun of Ryan, she's stopping whatever it is that she's doing and she's right there to defend him. She may have also sent some videos of her and Ryan together to guys of that type...

They only get closer each day. Kara bought Ryan a brand new pair of headphones when his broke, and Ryan was the only one to get her something on her birthday. She's been inviting less guys over and spending more time with Ryan. Previously innocent dinners at restaurants have started to feel more "special." What used to be no-strings-attached sex with Ryan now makes her heart flutter. How long will this go on before the other finally just makes the first move?

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Hello! I'm looking for someone to play out this budding romance long term. Playing out the awkward moments, the cute dates between friends with benefits, and of course all of the tension that comes with it. I would, however, like to start before the feelings arise, and have them come shortly after the beginning of the rp.

Also, there are a few things I really like! One is characters who cum/orgasm A LOT! Another is that I like tall girls! 5'7" and up, please! Finally, the sluttier your character is/was... the better! I'm okay with getting comical with her body count - from 50 to even 100! Makes it much more satisfying when she finally "settles down". Anyway, if you made it this far, then let's rp!

Discord: rsmith03900

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

Traveling for work isn't all it seems. It may seem easy to just hop on a place, go wherever you're told to go, and show up for some photos. Yeah, the job isn't that difficult physically, but mentally... it's straining. When you step on that plane, you leave all of your friends behind. Friends, family, lovers, and anything else you had that simply can't come with you.

Furthermore, it becomes increasingly difficult to find a way for them to... satisfy themselves. These hot, famous girls can't just go on Tinder. It could ruin their reputation and compromise their safety. To stop themselves so that they stay professional and don't sleep with the camera crew or their own managers, they need to find someone that can keep them satisfied. Someone they can call before they travel to be their "companion" at night.

When I show up, they always second guess and doubt. I'm typically shorter than them, and perhaps a little skinny for their liking. They end up not expecting much when they see me... but it always ends in the same way. With thir eyes fluttering as they go in and out of consciousness, their chest slowly rising and falling as they lay on the bed limp with shaking legs. For some, it's a way to relieve stress. They like it really rough. For others, it's about having fun and satiating basic desires. They like it a little less rough. For a few, though, it's about companionship and passion. Those ones like it more sensual and passionate.

So... which model will you be, and what way do you think she'll like it?

I'm a huge fan of some unrealistic things. Huge, thick cocks, mind break, and ahegao are just a few of the things I love and would love to apply to this rp.

Also, I'd like to make this long term! We can play through multiple models requesting this service, all woth different needs/likes, or we can stick to one-on-one! Either way, we could possibly add romance to it too! All I ask is that you're detailed, willing to discuss ideas, and that you're willing to play a taller girl! 5'7" and up!

Discord: rsmith03900

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

Traveling for work isn't all it seems. It may seem easy to just hop on a place, go wherever you're told to go, and show up for some photos. Yeah, the job isn't that difficult physically, but mentally... it's straining. When you step on that plane, you leave all of your friends behind. Friends, family, lovers, and anything else you had that simply can't come with you.

Furthermore, it becomes increasingly difficult to find a way for them to... satisfy themselves. These hot, famous girls can't just go on Tinder. It could ruin their reputation and compromise their safety. To stop themselves so that they stay professional and don't sleep with the camera crew or their own managers, they need to find someone that can keep them satisfied. Someone they can call before they travel to be their "companion" at night.

When I show up, they always second guess and doubt. I'm typically shorter than them, and perhaps a little skinny for their liking. They end up not expecting much when they see me... but it always ends in the same way. With thir eyes fluttering as they go in and out of consciousness, their chest slowly rising and falling as they lay on the bed limp with shaking legs. For some, it's a way to relieve stress. They like it really rough. For others, it's about having fun and satiating basic desires. They like it a little less rough. For a few, though, it's about companionship and passion. Those ones like it more sensual and passionate.

So... which model will you be, and what way do you think she'll like it?

I'm a huge fan of some unrealistic things. Huge, thick cocks, mind break, and ahegao are just a few of the things I love and would love to apply to this rp.

Also, I'd like to make this long term! We can play through multiple models requesting this service, all woth different needs/likes, or we can stick to one-on-one! Either way, we could possibly add romance to it too! All I ask is that you're detailed, willing to discuss ideas, and that you're willing to play a taller girl! 5'7" and up!

Discord: rsmith03900

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

"SizeUp". The new, hottest thing for sizequeens all across the world. This is no ordinary app. Rather than setting a range for how old you want your partner to be, you set a preferred range for cock size, and you could find the man of your dreams with the cock of your dreams. When the men join the app, they make a profile similar to Tinder. How old they are, height, bio, and some pictures of themselves. The only difference is that they also must post a picture of their cock with a ruler proving their size so there's no catfishing of any sort.

This app is obviously popular with the sizequeens, letting them skip past all of the little cocks that they don't want, and let them reach the ones that'll have them cross-eyed and whimpering.

Lana is one such girl who loves to use this app. She sets the cock size bar pretty high, hoping to find the one cock that'll make her feel like she's in heaven. She refreshes the app every day, hoping there will be just a single good man that pops up. "This one's too far...he's too far... that's my ex..." She struggled to find a man good enough and close enough to her for so long. Until one fateful night where she's swiping left on men who are just too far. Then, she finally comes across one in her area. From the very first picture, there was a long, thick, hard, veiny bitchbreaker of a cock with a ruler next of it to prove. In the background was his face, and -

It couldn't be.

It was someone she knew. But who? Is it her younger step-brother she always makes fun of? Is it her younger brother's best friend that she's always caught glancing at her? Is it her guy best friend that she's rejected in the past? Or maybe she's a professor, and it's a student in her class? Let me know what you think.

I ask two things of my character. That he is shorter than your character, and younger. I love the idea that an otherwise unappealing guy is hiding a monster between his legs... and sex is his redeeming quality. I love playing characters like that, so please be okay with that! Let me know me who you are and who I am in relation!

Lana smiled as she held the beaker up, admiring her work. What she created just might revolutionize the beauty industry forever and help out billions of women all across the world!

For months, Lana and her lab assistant, Mark, have been researching how to create a serum, or a cream, or whatever that could naturally increase the size of whatever a person could want without surgery. No more fake, plastic boobs- you can have natural, bigger boobs without the complications! Want a thinner waist, a bigger butt, or maybe just want to be taller? Take the serum, and it'll happen with time, and no worry!

As she turned to set the beaker down, disaster suddenly struck. She tripped. As if everything was in slow motion, she fell to the ground backward, watching as the beaker shattered and spilled the liquid all over her. She panicked, mumbling, "Shit shit shit!" As she desperately tried to wipe the liquid away - but it was too late. It already made contact with her skin or soaked into her clothes. All of it.

She'd just become her own "human test trial" for the drug.

We would pick up after this incident with her tasking her lab assistant to track her growth and continue her research. With each scene, her body will grow to be much more voluptuous. Her breasts will become perking and larger, her butt way more bubbly. Her waist becomes thinner, and she may even gain some height. As her body grows, so does her libido, and he has to handle her needs for her as promised. The worst side effect, though, is the IQ loss.

As time goes on, and her body becomes more bimbo-like, she starts to lose the genius mind she once had. So will she inevitably become a full-on bimbo? Or will they find a cure and "save" her before it's too late? Let's discuss.

Discord: rsmith03900

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

Lana smiled as she held the beaker up, admiring her work. What she created just might revolutionize the beauty industry forever and help out billions of women all across the world!

For months, Lana and her lab assistant, Mark, have been researching how to create a serum, or a cream, or whatever that could naturally increase the size of whatever a person could want without surgery. No more fake, plastic boobs- you can have natural, bigger boobs without the complications! Want a thinner waist, a bigger butt, or maybe just want to be taller? Take the serum, and it'll happen with time, and no worry!

As she turned to set the beaker down, disaster suddenly struck. She tripped. As if everything was in slow motion, she fell to the ground backward, watching as the beaker shattered and spilled the liquid all over her. She panicked, mumbling, "Shit shit shit!" As she desperately tried to wipe the liquid away - but it was too late. It already made contact with her skin or soaked into her clothes. All of it.

She'd just become her own "human test trial" for the drug.

We would pick up after this incident with her tasking her lab assistant to track her growth and continue her research. With each scene, her body will grow to be much more voluptuous. Her breasts will become perking and larger, her butt way more bubbly. Her waist becomes thinner, and she may even gain some height. As her body grows, so does her libido, and he has to handle her needs for her as promised. The worst side effect, though, is the IQ loss.

As time goes on, and her body becomes more bimbo-like, she starts to lose the genius mind she once had. So will she inevitably become a full-on bimbo? Or will they find a cure and "save" her before it's too late? Let's discuss.

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

Winter break. The time of year that everybody goes home to their families, works, and enjoys the holidays. Not Matt, though. He didn't always enjoy the company of his family, so he stayed on campus through the break, which the campus thankfully allows. Not many do it, which leaves the campus almost barren, but Matt doesn't mind. It gives him time to settle down and relax. On one particular cold night, Matt went on one of his usual night walks around campus. The lamp posts lit up the walkways on campus, guiding him to wherever he wanted to go next without a thought. He thought he'd be alone, but then he saw a figure off in the distance. He was shocked to see someone, so he looked a little closer... and his eyes widened.

Walking around on this cold night was a woman... a naked woman! Large breasts attached to a thin body with a toned stomach. Wide hips that jutted out the most perfect ass you've ever seen... and long, flowing hair that went down her back. This wasn't just any woman... it was Lana!

Lana is a bubbly, kind, and soft-spoken girl. If she walks by, you're probably looking at her. Her body is toned from being on the volleyball team, and many have tried and failed to ask her out, or even hook up with her for just one night. No matter who it is, she shoots them down. Everybody just assumed she had a boyfriend at a different school, or she was a lesbian. Yet here she was, walking around campus during winter break at night. Her nipples appeared to be rock hard. Her legs subbed together as she walked. Her warm breath was visible in front of her as she walked around and teased her own breast whilst darting her head back and forth and biting her lip. Instinctively, Matt pulls out his phone... and takes a picture. The sound of the picture being taken startles her, turning her face bright red and making her panic. Her head swivels around as she covers her body and searches... but sees nobody. Matt hid behind the fence with his hand covering his mouth so she couldn't see his breath. She lets out a sigh of relief after searching, and quickly runs away before anyone actually catches her.

Matt thought about it for a whole week after. He spent much time staring at that photo, confirming it was her... and it sure was. He saw her in passing and admittedly stared for too long, leaving her weirded out. Today, though, he was going to get answers. He found her sitting alone in a café with her glasses on, reading a book. With a deep breath he approached her, making her look up from her book with a confused look about her. "Can I help you?" She asked, remaining still. "Yeah, uhm..." He responded, reaching into his pocket to show her his phone. "Is that you in this photo?"

Her eyes went wide. Her face became flush before turning a bright red. She swallows slowly as she looks up at him, her voice shaky when asking, "How did you get that photo?" Meanwhile, her nipples started poking through her top. She had been caught.

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That was a long prompt, so I'll leave this short and simple. I'm into many unrealistic things such as huge sizes, mind break, and ahegao. I'd love to include themes like light (very light) petplay, toys, sexual slavery, and I have a thing for characters to cum easily/are hypersensitive. Doesn't have to be that much. Just a little bit easy could be fun.

Your character is an exhibitionist who slips under the radar. Mine is an outcast/nerd who finds out. I'd love for your character to just be slightly taller than me, as I find the image of a shorter guy holding a leash that attaches to the collar of a taller woman so hot! If this interests you, please let me know! All I ask is that you're detailed, willing to discuss, and are okay playing a character 5'7" and up!

Discord: rsmith03900

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

She gasped. She moaned. She slurped. Her mouth plunged down on the meat pole until it hit the very back of her throat, making her lightly gag with each forward and back motion she gave. She just couldn't seem to fit it all in her mouth. Her tongue grazed across the veins of the throbbing thing, tickling her tongue and heating her body up.

Then, he grazed her cheek gently... before slapping her across the face suddenly. He threw her onto the bed and turned to face her - that throbbing pole pointing directly at her. She was hot. She was bothered. She panted as she watched him use his hand to guide it between her legs. She watched with anticipation. Just as the tip was about to push in, she closed her eyes and -

Then she woke up.

She woke up next to her caring boyfriend. A man who takes care of himself, treats her well, and is always very understanding with her. She should be happy at this; he's the polar opposite of her ex. He's tall, handsome, and muscular from his time in the gym. Alas, there's one part of the body that the gym can't grow...

Her current boyfriend takes things slow most of the time. He'll occasionally go rough, but the extent of that is just harder thrusting and the occasional spank. Her ex's definition of rough was putting her in a chokehold and ramming into her with incredible force until she couldn't walk. He would would stick his massive cock in her ass and watch her struggle, watching as she cums until her eyes roll back. She can fit her boyfriend's cock in her hand. Her ex's cock is the size of her forearm.

Now, after having the same dream she's had for months, she stares at the contact that she still has for him. The one she always considers texting just to feel him for one night. Just to fill that empty spot in her womb - and between her legs. Only this time... she hit it. She hit the call button and held the phone up to her ear, her face red as she hears that familiar voice on the line. "Hello?"

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I'm looking to play someone unappealing. A man who is sadistic, rude, and not great looking - but he makes up for everything in his cock size.

I would love for someone to play as an obsessed slut slowly falling for his cock once again. The more obsessed/crazy she gets... the better. I love a good pleasure gap ;).

Discord: rsmith03900

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

Disclaimer: This is NOT a cucking rp!

It's so much better to have an apartment of your own rather than a dorm. Instead of living with somebody random, you get to choose who your roommate is, and don't have to worry about random inspections from CAs. Another reason that apartments are better is because you can have all the sex you want.

Sophie (your character, and we can change the name of her) is particularly a fan of that last benefit. Many would think she went to college just for the sex with how many guys she's slept with. With a double-digit body count and a body to back it up, she is able to easily seduce almost any man on campus to bring back to her place.

Oh, and she has a roommate. His name is Ryan, and he's a scrawny nerd. When he transferred to this college, he was in desperate need of a room and was willing to pay more than half of the rent. Upon hearing this, Sophie's ears perked up and she agreed to let him take the other bedroom on the spot!

He's not a bad roommate. He's a great roommate, actually. He mostly keeps to himself, but he'll sometimes be out in the living room watching a movie with Sophie. Then, when she brings a guy over, he knows what to do. He goes to his room, locks the door, and doesn't whine or complain. He's perfect for Sophie. They're quite the duo.

Sometimes if the fuck she gets from a guy isn't good enough, she'll go to Ryan instead to get off. If she's out drunk, the first person she texts is Ryan, and she makes sure to "thank" him both on the way back home and at home. If she has somebody or something to complain about, she'll vent to Ryan... as she rides him, letting her thought melt away on his admittedly huge cock. She loves Ryan. If a guy makes fun of him, it doesn't matter where they are or what they're doing. She's immediately stopping whatever it is she's doing to tell him to leave, or to leave his house on her own. She might have sent a few videos of her and Ryan to those types of guys too...

I know this seems like a bit of a cucking set up, but it's not! The opposite, actually. A blooming romance that comes from being roommates with benefits, or maybe they just become greater friends! I would prefer romance, but either works for me! Please be detailed and literate when you respond. Be creative in your first response! Tell me something that you think Sophie and Ryan should do! Also... I really like tall girls. In most cases, I prefer that my partner is taller than my character! I feel that it would make sense here, too :).

Another one gone awry. Lana sat in the back of an Uber, her elbow rested on the window and her hand on her face, looking out at the moving background with a blank, drunken stare. She'd been stood up again by some asshole on a dating app. In her disappointment, she decided to head out to the bar and get wasted... where she again found no man to go home with.

The car came to a halt at her complex, causing her to sigh and get out with a pout. She walked towards the apartment, sighing as she opens the door and throws her purse aside. She collapses onto her bed, her back against the soft mattress, hair splayed out above her, and face looking directly at the ceiling. Her phone comes up to her face; a contact already pulled up. Her finger hovers over until she sighs again and accepts her fate by pressing to call.

*"Hey."* She says into the phone. *"Wanna come over?"*

Her back now arches on that same bed. Her eyes roll back as her hands are grabbed, anchoring her as she is trusted into with immense force, somehow taking her breath away while making her scream moan. With every thrust, her legs get more and more weak and shaky. Her head starts to go blank as her sharp nails dig into his skin. With one last breath leaving her perfect lips - her whole arched body gleaming with sweat with her toes and fingers curled - she loses consciousness and collapses onto the bed. Drooling. Who is it that pulls out of her and covers her with a blanket as she leaks from both holes?

Not a stud. Certainly not a ripped frat boy, or a dad-bod older dude. It's a short guy. One with the fattest cock you've ever seen.

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Looking to play out a few scenes between these characters. Yours a tall, gorgeous woman whose body make men swoon. Meanwhile, mine is a... less appealing man that's shorter than her. Somebody she knows she shouldn't be seeing. Someone that's *beneath* her... but she can't seem to stop seeing.

Any time she has a failed date, she calls him. Whenever she has a bad day, she calls him. Whenever she's bored and has time to kill... she calls him. I'd love to hear your input and see who's interested!