After a long day at work, you push yourself past the entryway and close the door from the light drizzle that was falling outside. "Honey, I'm home." You call out, kicking off your shoes and removing your jacket to place on the coat rack. You loosen your tie, hearing the sound of the oven in the kitchen opening and some trays clanking against the rack.
You stop at one of the pictures on the wall. Why it caused you to pause you couldn't be certain. It was you, your love, and another couple sitting at a dinner table. You couldn't help but think how much of a lean twink he looked back then.
You hear the oven door shut, footsteps shaking the crawlspace beneath as your partner exited the kitchen. "Welcome home dear." He smiles, waddling down the hall as he's gained as least a hundred pounds since that photo on the wall was taken. His bubbling ass cheeks bounced with each step from his thick thighs. His apron couldn't hide the belly apron his body was growing. His chest was forming two small forming tits, and his angular face was now rounder with a slight double chin.
He places his cushioned arms on your shoulders, raising himself up on his toes as he pecks a kiss on your lips before dropping his heels back to the ground. "How was your day?"
Looking for something a bit wholesome today where my character has gained weight in a more feminine manner. Is your character happy with the weight gain, or more concerned? How do they address this?
My main limit is short replies, weak grammar and low effort one-lined introductions like “Hey, I’m interested.” I role play in descriptive actions and long dialogue. If my style is typing paragraphs and long posts and your response is a four worded sentence, it's not gonna work out.
Main kinks are feminization, sissification, body transformation, crossdressing, mental change/influence, cock shrinkage, femdom, chastity, orgasm denial, non con, pegging, anal play, magical influence and much more. Just send me a chat with the title 'Housewife' and we can discuss it more.
After a long day at work, you push yourself past the entryway and close the door from the light drizzle that was falling outside. "Honey, I'm home." You call out, kicking off your shoes and removing your jacket to place on the coat rack. You loosen your tie, hearing the sound of the oven in the kitchen opening and some trays clanking against the rack.
You stop at one of the pictures on the wall. Why it caused you to pause you couldn't be certain. It was you, your love, and another couple sitting at a dinner table. You couldn't help but think how much of a lean twink he looked back then.
You hear the oven door shut, footsteps shaking the crawlspace beneath as your partner exited the kitchen. "Welcome home dear." He smiles, waddling down the hall as he's gained as least a hundred pounds since that photo on the wall was taken. His bubbling ass cheeks bounced with each step from his thick thighs. His apron couldn't hide the belly apron his body was growing. His chest was forming two small forming tits, and his angular face was now rounder with a slight double chin.
He places his cushioned arms on your shoulders, raising himself up on his toes as he pecks a kiss on your lips before dropping his heels back to the ground. "How was your day?"
Looking for something a bit wholesome today where my character has gained weight in a more feminine manner. Is your character happy with the weight gain, or more concerned? How do they address this?
My main limit is short replies, weak grammar and low effort one-lined introductions like “Hey, I’m interested.” I role play in descriptive actions and long dialogue. If my style is typing paragraphs and long posts and your response is a four worded sentence, it's not gonna work out.
Main kinks are feminization, sissification, body transformation, crossdressing, mental change/influence, cock shrinkage, femdom, chastity, orgasm denial, non con, pegging, anal play, magical influence and much more. Just send me a chat with the title 'Housewife' and we can discuss it more.
I pulled into the driveway a little later than I’d planned, the sides of the street already occupied with parked vehicles as I could already see the commotion inside the house. While I didn’t much care for holidays, the fourth of July weekend was always a good excuse to hang out and catch up with old friends. As soon as I turned the car off, my phone started buzzing. I gave out a long sigh, already feeling like I knew who it was before checking the screen to confirm. I swiped to answer, putting the phone to my ear as I took a deep breath. “Hey Auntie.” I said, preparing for the lecture.
There was a pause on the line, then her voice came through, a little serious. “Hello Ben,” She said, a longer pause before she spoke again. “I couldn’t help but notice that you skipped out on our Sunday morning meditation again.”
“Yeah, sorry. I just… got a lot going on right now.” I tried to explain before she could interrupt me. “I’ll make it up to you, I swear. It’s-”
“I know it’s a pain, and not as exciting as those video games you play.” She spoke up, wanting to be heard as I rolled my eyes. “But this is the fourth week in a row you’ve been absent. Skipping on meditation isn’t just about relaxation. It’s about protecting yourself, especially from things you cannot see.”
“Auntie,” I closed my eyes, pinching the bridge of my nose. “I just… don’t really buy into all that supernatural stuff.”
There was a brief silence on the line, heavy with unspoken concern. Then, her voice softened, almost like a whisper carried on the wind. “Ben, I know it’s hard for you to understand, but I see things. Visions. And I worry about you. I see a weight pressing down on you, heavier than what you carry now.” I lean back in the car seat as she babbled on. “It’s not just about cleansing the mind and body. It’s about protecting your spirit from things you might not see coming.”
I hesitated. I wanted to brush it off, to dismiss her worries as old-fashioned or overly cautious. But her tone was steady, serious like she truly believed what she was saying. “Okay, I’ll be at the next one. Promise.” I relented, but planning on making that the final one. “I gotta go, Auntie.”
She sighed softly, a hint of a smile in her voice despite the concern. “Just protect yourself: mind, body, and spirit.” Before I could respond again, she gently added, “I love you, Benjamin. Be safe.”
“Love you too,” I replied, feeling a strange mix of reassurance and unease as I ended the call. I glanced back at the house, grabbing my duffel bag of clothes to change for after the pool and exiting the truck. I walk through the yard, ringing the doorbell as I remembered last year’s party. Everyone gathering to catch up, share and tease one another. I looked over to the fence of the pool area, seeing the party already in progress as the figures through the wooden gaps looked more wider than I’d imagine.
The door opened and I was greeted with a bombshell of a woman whom I never seen before. Her beauty itself gave me pause before her chuckle knocked me out of my stupor. “Don’t worry, you’re at the right house.” She said, letting me in. “You must be Ben, right? I’m Noah’s girlfriend. He’s told me all about you.” Noah was able to snag a woman as drop dead gorgeous as this? Now I really have seen everything. “Everyone’s waiting on you.”
“Thanks.” I said, kicking off my shoes and heading towards the gathering area. Turning the corner to the backyard with sounds of splashing and laughing, I immediately stopped dead in my tracks at the sight. My friends were all here, conversing around the large television setups, lounging on the side of the pool, or gathering by the food table and grill. All of the men were shirtless, many torsos glistening with pool water. It appeared similar to past parties I attended here at Matt’s house but with one element that clearly differed. All of my friends were fat. Really fat.
Dan was chatting with Charlie, loudly sharing a story of hitting on someone at a random bar. I shook my head in disbelief as I cautiously entered the party. From behind, Dan’s two plump love-handles shook as he gestured and when he turned around and waved at me mid-story, a round doughy potbelly jiggling with the movement in tandem with a soft pair of male breasts. I saw Dan over a month ago and the man was easily seventy to eighty pounds lighter. Dan shoved a hot dog in his mouth as he continued to talk, followed by a deep swig of beer, a loud belch, and I could have sworn I saw Dan’s belly slightly grow even bigger and softer. The man’s swimsuit looked like it was moments from bursting off in tatters.
“Hey Ben, long time no see!” The familiar sound of Matt’s bombastic voice broke my state of disbelief at Dan’s size. My eyes swung to the voice’s point of origin and turned to the shallow steps of the pool. As Matt rose from the water, his usually chiseled face had been replaced with puffed out cheeks and a large double chin. The enormous muscles that I had always been jealous of, had melted away and been replaced with rolls and folds of fat. The man was a tubby whale of a person. Matt struggled to pull himself out of the pool, using the handrail for aid as he walk from the shallow steps that led out of the pool.
Matt had always taken good care of his body and diet and now here the man stood, easily over four hundred pounds if not more, waddling to the food table with a body swollen to the point of bursting with fat. His tire-sized midsection swayed and shook as he moved towards the long food table. I watched in disbelief as Matt piled a plate high with food, his bulbous sausage-like fingers grabbing more and more.
I approached the table cautiously, as if this were the result of some contagious disease, suddenly very aware that I was the fittest friend here by a mile. “Matt, what happened? What’s going on with all of you?!?” I asked, dropping my bag and trying to get to the bottom of this.
“What’cha mean Ben?” Matt asked, directly shoving two brownies in his mouth as he continued piling his plate high with fried chicken, macaroni salad, and even more brownies.
I felt like I was going insane, watching the obese man quivering in fat before me before I felt a hand on my shoulder. “Ben, and here I was thinking you wouldn’t show.” Looking to my right, my gaze fell upon the face of the one person who had always been fat in our friend group, Noah.
“Hey Noah, what’s going..” I started to say, but paused as the sight of Noah’s figure was the biggest shock of all.
Noah had been fairly chubby as long as I had known him, joining our class when he moved to town and enrolled in our school junior year. The guys were friendly to him, especially since he turned out to be the smartest in the class and always able to help with homework. But the rambunctious group of jocks always failed to treat him as an equal when they pointed out his rounded belly, his plump chest, or his soft ass. Noah had always appeared to take their jocular joking in stride and had been insistent on keeping in touch with the group ever since. To my shocked realization after glancing around the pool party, Noah was slimmer and the second fittest man there now. After me of course.
“Not much, just having a great time at the party. Have you had one of these chocolate truffles yet?” Noah asked with a smile on his face as he held a bowl of treats. “My girlfriend baked them for all the gluttons and now that you’re here, the party can really get started.” Noah fanned the air above the bowl with his hand as the sweet scent of the delectable treats filled the surrounding air.
I opened my mouth to yell in disbelief about the massively adipose ridden scene before me but my brain lost all focus. The aroma coming from the chocolate truffles was incredibly enticing, a mixture of cocoa powder and chocolate that made me think of past holiday feasts. Before I could pull myself away from the daydream, I found myself already chewing and savoring the taste of one of the treats.
The taste was a burst of gooey chocolate and something delicious I couldn’t quite identify. Flavors lingered on my tongue, igniting my taste buds with pleasure as my stomach started to rumble with hunger. A wide smile burst forward on Noah’s face. “Sounds like you’re hungry, big guy,” Noah said mischievously, gesturing to the table Matt was just now leaving, two plates stacked high in his fat hands. “Why don’t you grab a bite.” He patted me on the back, guiding me towards all the food as I subconsciously licked my lips as I found myself stepping forward.
I didn’t want to, I knew deep down something was wrong. But all the food just looked so good and inviting!
----------------------------------------------------
Much like my character, I don’t care much for the holiday. But that doesn’t mean it can’t inspire a role playing prompt.
This is the loose prompt. A man goes to a fourth of July party and finds himself tangled under a weight gain spell that’s affected all of his friends. His protection against such forces is weak, but still strong enough to vaguely be aware of what’s going on unlike all his pals who think they’ve always been this fat. How fat does Ben get? Is this Noah’s doing, or his new girlfriend? Why are they doing this at all? What happens after the party’s over?
The main theme of course is weight gain along with the kinks associated with it such as slowness, out of breath, wardrobe malfunctions and difficulty with tasks. But other interests of mine also include gassiness, contrast, teasing/humiliation/name calling, and others I'm probably forgetting to mention, so feel free to ask if you have suggestions.
I'm open to mostly anything, so don’t be afraid to suggest your kinks in your reply, the worst thing I can possibly say is “Sorry, that’s not for me.” My only limits are things like incest, scat, vore, gore and most importantly (and I cannot stress this enough): Short sentence replies, weak grammar and low effort introductions like ‘hey I’m interested.’ and leaving it at that. My role play style is descriptive actions and long dialogue. If my style is typing paragraphs or long posts and your response is a four worded sentence or creative descriptions such as 'u took a bite of the chezeburgur and then gain 100 lbs', we're gonna have a real bad time.
I'd love to chat a little and imagine something up that fits both of our interests. Send me a chat invite with the title 'Pool Party' so I know you got this far. Hope to hear from you soon. (Note that I mainly role play on Disccrd, chatzy, and reddit)
I pulled into the driveway a little later than I’d planned, the sides of the street already occupied with parked vehicles as I could already see the commotion inside the house. While I didn’t much care for holidays, the fourth of July weekend was always a good excuse to hang out and catch up with old friends. As soon as I turned the car off, my phone started buzzing. I gave out a long sigh, already feeling like I knew who it was before checking the screen to confirm. I swiped to answer, putting the phone to my ear as I took a deep breath. “Hey Auntie.” I said, preparing for the lecture.
There was a pause on the line, then her voice came through, a little serious. “Hello Ben,” She said, a longer pause before she spoke again. “I couldn’t help but notice that you skipped out on our Sunday morning meditation again.”
“Yeah, sorry. I just… got a lot going on right now.” I tried to explain before she could interrupt me. “I’ll make it up to you, I swear. It’s-”
“I know it’s a pain, and not as exciting as those video games you play.” She spoke up, wanting to be heard as I rolled my eyes. “But this is the fourth week in a row you’ve been absent. Skipping on meditation isn’t just about relaxation. It’s about protecting yourself, especially from things you cannot see.”
“Auntie,” I closed my eyes, pinching the bridge of my nose. “I just… don’t really buy into all that supernatural stuff.”
There was a brief silence on the line, heavy with unspoken concern. Then, her voice softened, almost like a whisper carried on the wind. “Ben, I know it’s hard for you to understand, but I see things. Visions. And I worry about you. I see a weight pressing down on you, heavier than what you carry now.” I lean back in the car seat as she babbled on. “It’s not just about cleansing the mind and body. It’s about protecting your spirit from things you might not see coming.”
I hesitated. I wanted to brush it off, to dismiss her worries as old-fashioned or overly cautious. But her tone was steady, serious like she truly believed what she was saying. “Okay, I’ll be at the next one. Promise.” I relented, but planning on making that the final one. “I gotta go, Auntie.”
She sighed softly, a hint of a smile in her voice despite the concern. “Just protect yourself: mind, body, and spirit.” Before I could respond again, she gently added, “I love you, Benjamin. Be safe.”
“Love you too,” I replied, feeling a strange mix of reassurance and unease as I ended the call. I glanced back at the house, grabbing my duffel bag of clothes to change for after the pool and exiting the truck. I walk through the yard, ringing the doorbell as I remembered last year’s party. Everyone gathering to catch up, share and tease one another. I looked over to the fence of the pool area, seeing the party already in progress as the figures through the wooden gaps looked more wider than I’d imagine.
The door opened and I was greeted with a bombshell of a woman whom I never seen before. Her beauty itself gave me pause before her chuckle knocked me out of my stupor. “Don’t worry, you’re at the right house.” She said, letting me in. “You must be Ben, right? I’m Noah’s girlfriend. He’s told me all about you.” Noah was able to snag a woman as drop dead gorgeous as this? Now I really have seen everything. “Everyone’s waiting on you.”
“Thanks.” I said, kicking off my shoes and heading towards the gathering area. Turning the corner to the backyard with sounds of splashing and laughing, I immediately stopped dead in my tracks at the sight. My friends were all here, conversing around the large television setups, lounging on the side of the pool, or gathering by the food table and grill. All of the men were shirtless, many torsos glistening with pool water. It appeared similar to past parties I attended here at Matt’s house but with one element that clearly differed. All of my friends were fat. Really fat.
Dan was chatting with Charlie, loudly sharing a story of hitting on someone at a random bar. I shook my head in disbelief as I cautiously entered the party. From behind, Dan’s two plump love-handles shook as he gestured and when he turned around and waved at me mid-story, a round doughy potbelly jiggling with the movement in tandem with a soft pair of male breasts. I saw Dan over a month ago and the man was easily seventy to eighty pounds lighter. Dan shoved a hot dog in his mouth as he continued to talk, followed by a deep swig of beer, a loud belch, and I could have sworn I saw Dan’s belly slightly grow even bigger and softer. The man’s swimsuit looked like it was moments from bursting off in tatters.
“Hey Ben, long time no see!” The familiar sound of Matt’s bombastic voice broke my state of disbelief at Dan’s size. My eyes swung to the voice’s point of origin and turned to the shallow steps of the pool. As Matt rose from the water, his usually chiseled face had been replaced with puffed out cheeks and a large double chin. The enormous muscles that I had always been jealous of, had melted away and been replaced with rolls and folds of fat. The man was a tubby whale of a person. Matt struggled to pull himself out of the pool, using the handrail for aid as he walk from the shallow steps that led out of the pool.
Matt had always taken good care of his body and diet and now here the man stood, easily over four hundred pounds if not more, waddling to the food table with a body swollen to the point of bursting with fat. His tire-sized midsection swayed and shook as he moved towards the long food table. I watched in disbelief as Matt piled a plate high with food, his bulbous sausage-like fingers grabbing more and more.
I approached the table cautiously, as if this were the result of some contagious disease, suddenly very aware that I was the fittest friend here by a mile. “Matt, what happened? What’s going on with all of you?!?” I asked, dropping my bag and trying to get to the bottom of this.
“What’cha mean Ben?” Matt asked, directly shoving two brownies in his mouth as he continued piling his plate high with fried chicken, macaroni salad, and even more brownies.
I felt like I was going insane, watching the obese man quivering in fat before me before I felt a hand on my shoulder. “Ben, and here I was thinking you wouldn’t show.” Looking to my right, my gaze fell upon the face of the one person who had always been fat in our friend group, Noah.
“Hey Noah, what’s going..” I started to say, but paused as the sight of Noah’s figure was the biggest shock of all.
Noah had been fairly chubby as long as I had known him, joining our class when he moved to town and enrolled in our school junior year. The guys were friendly to him, especially since he turned out to be the smartest in the class and always able to help with homework. But the rambunctious group of jocks always failed to treat him as an equal when they pointed out his rounded belly, his plump chest, or his soft ass. Noah had always appeared to take their jocular joking in stride and had been insistent on keeping in touch with the group ever since. To my shocked realization after glancing around the pool party, Noah was slimmer and the second fittest man there now. After me of course.
“Not much, just having a great time at the party. Have you had one of these chocolate truffles yet?” Noah asked with a smile on his face as he held a bowl of treats. “My girlfriend baked them for all the gluttons and now that you’re here, the party can really get started.” Noah fanned the air above the bowl with his hand as the sweet scent of the delectable treats filled the surrounding air.
I opened my mouth to yell in disbelief about the massively adipose ridden scene before me but my brain lost all focus. The aroma coming from the chocolate truffles was incredibly enticing, a mixture of cocoa powder and chocolate that made me think of past holiday feasts. Before I could pull myself away from the daydream, I found myself already chewing and savoring the taste of one of the treats.
The taste was a burst of gooey chocolate and something delicious I couldn’t quite identify. Flavors lingered on my tongue, igniting my taste buds with pleasure as my stomach started to rumble with hunger. A wide smile burst forward on Noah’s face. “Sounds like you’re hungry, big guy,” Noah said mischievously, gesturing to the table Matt was just now leaving, two plates stacked high in his fat hands. “Why don’t you grab a bite.” He patted me on the back, guiding me towards all the food as I subconsciously licked my lips as I found myself stepping forward.
I didn’t want to, I knew deep down something was wrong. But all the food just looked so good and inviting!
----------------------------------------------------
Much like my character, I don’t care much for the holiday. But that doesn’t mean it can’t inspire a role playing prompt.
This is the loose prompt. A man goes to a fourth of July party and finds himself tangled under a weight gain spell that’s affected all of his friends. His protection against such forces is weak, but still strong enough to vaguely be aware of what’s going on unlike all his pals who think they’ve always been this fat. How fat does Ben get? Is this Noah’s doing, or his new girlfriend? Why are they doing this at all? What happens after the party’s over?
The main theme of course is weight gain along with the kinks associated with it such as slowness, out of breath, wardrobe malfunctions and difficulty with tasks. But other interests of mine also include gassiness, contrast, teasing/humiliation/name calling, and others I'm probably forgetting to mention, so feel free to ask if you have suggestions.
I'm open to mostly anything, so don’t be afraid to suggest your kinks in your reply, the worst thing I can possibly say is “Sorry, that’s not for me.” My only limits are things like incest, scat, vore, gore and most importantly (and I cannot stress this enough): Short sentence replies, weak grammar and low effort introductions like ‘hey I’m interested.’ and leaving it at that. My role play style is descriptive actions and long dialogue. If my style is typing paragraphs or long posts and your response is a four worded sentence or creative descriptions such as 'u took a bite of the chezeburgur and then gain 100 lbs', we're gonna have a real bad time.
I'd love to chat a little and imagine something up that fits both of our interests. Send me a chat invite with the title 'Pool Party' so I know you got this far. Hope to hear from you soon. (Note that I mainly role play on Disccrd, chatzy, and reddit)
I pulled into the driveway a little later than I’d planned, the sides of the street already occupied with parked vehicles as I could already see the commotion inside the house. While I didn’t much care for holidays, the fourth of July weekend was always a good excuse to hang out and catch up with old friends. As soon as I turned the car off, my phone started buzzing. I gave out a long sigh, already feeling like I knew who it was before checking the screen to confirm. I swiped to answer, putting the phone to my ear as I took a deep breath. “Hey Auntie.” I said, preparing for the lecture.
There was a pause on the line, then her voice came through, a little serious. “Hello Ben,” She said, a longer pause before she spoke again. “I couldn’t help but notice that you skipped out on our Sunday morning meditation again.”
“Yeah, sorry. I just… got a lot going on right now.” I tried to explain before she could interrupt me. “I’ll make it up to you, I swear. It’s-”
“I know it’s a pain, and not as exciting as those video games you play.” She spoke up, wanting to be heard as I rolled my eyes. “But this is the fourth week in a row you’ve been absent. Skipping on meditation isn’t just about relaxation. It’s about protecting yourself, especially from things you cannot see.”
“Auntie,” I closed my eyes, pinching the bridge of my nose. “I just… don’t really buy into all that supernatural stuff.”
There was a brief silence on the line, heavy with unspoken concern. Then, her voice softened, almost like a whisper carried on the wind. “Ben, I know it’s hard for you to understand, but I see things. Visions. And I worry about you. I see a weight pressing down on you, heavier than what you carry now.” I lean back in the car seat as she babbled on. “It’s not just about cleansing the mind and body. It’s about protecting your spirit from things you might not see coming.”
I hesitated. I wanted to brush it off, to dismiss her worries as old-fashioned or overly cautious. But her tone was steady, serious like she truly believed what she was saying. “Okay, I’ll be at the next one. Promise.” I relented, but planning on making that the final one. “I gotta go, Auntie.”
She sighed softly, a hint of a smile in her voice despite the concern. “Just protect yourself: mind, body, and spirit.” Before I could respond again, she gently added, “I love you, Benjamin. Be safe.”
“Love you too,” I replied, feeling a strange mix of reassurance and unease as I ended the call. I glanced back at the house, grabbing my duffel bag of clothes to change for after the pool and exiting the truck. I walk through the yard, ringing the doorbell as I remembered last year’s party. Everyone gathering to catch up, share and tease one another. I looked over to the fence of the pool area, seeing the party already in progress as the figures through the wooden gaps looked more wider than I’d imagine.
The door opened and I was greeted with a bombshell of a woman whom I never seen before. Her beauty itself gave me pause before her chuckle knocked me out of my stupor. “Don’t worry, you’re at the right house.” She said, letting me in. “You must be Ben, right? I’m Noah’s girlfriend. He’s told me all about you.” Noah was able to snag a woman as drop dead gorgeous as this? Now I really have seen everything. “Everyone’s waiting on you.”
“Thanks.” I said, kicking off my shoes and heading towards the gathering area. Turning the corner to the backyard with sounds of splashing and laughing, I immediately stopped dead in my tracks at the sight. My friends were all here, conversing around the large television setups, lounging on the side of the pool, or gathering by the food table and grill. All of the men were shirtless, many torsos glistening with pool water. It appeared similar to past parties I attended here at Matt’s house but with one element that clearly differed. All of my friends were fat. Really fat.
Dan was chatting with Charlie, loudly sharing a story of hitting on someone at a random bar. I shook my head in disbelief as I cautiously entered the party. From behind, Dan’s two plump love-handles shook as he gestured and when he turned around and waved at me mid-story, a round doughy potbelly jiggling with the movement in tandem with a soft pair of male breasts. I saw Dan over a month ago and the man was easily seventy to eighty pounds lighter. Dan shoved a hot dog in his mouth as he continued to talk, followed by a deep swig of beer, a loud belch, and I could have sworn I saw Dan’s belly slightly grow even bigger and softer. The man’s swimsuit looked like it was moments from bursting off in tatters.
“Hey Ben, long time no see!” The familiar sound of Matt’s bombastic voice broke my state of disbelief at Dan’s size. My eyes swung to the voice’s point of origin and turned to the shallow steps of the pool. As Matt rose from the water, his usually chiseled face had been replaced with puffed out cheeks and a large double chin. The enormous muscles that I had always been jealous of, had melted away and been replaced with rolls and folds of fat. The man was a tubby whale of a person. Matt struggled to pull himself out of the pool, using the handrail for aid as he walk from the shallow steps that led out of the pool.
Matt had always taken good care of his body and diet and now here the man stood, easily over four hundred pounds if not more, waddling to the food table with a body swollen to the point of bursting with fat. His tire-sized midsection swayed and shook as he moved towards the long food table. I watched in disbelief as Matt piled a plate high with food, his bulbous sausage-like fingers grabbing more and more.
I approached the table cautiously, as if this were the result of some contagious disease, suddenly very aware that I was the fittest friend here by a mile. “Matt, what happened? What’s going on with all of you?!?” I asked, dropping my bag and trying to get to the bottom of this.
“What’cha mean Ben?” Matt asked, directly shoving two brownies in his mouth as he continued piling his plate high with fried chicken, macaroni salad, and even more brownies.
I felt like I was going insane, watching the obese man quivering in fat before me before I felt a hand on my shoulder. “Ben, and here I was thinking you wouldn’t show.” Looking to my right, my gaze fell upon the face of the one person who had always been fat in our friend group, Noah.
“Hey Noah, what’s going..” I started to say, but paused as the sight of Noah’s figure was the biggest shock of all.
Noah had been fairly chubby as long as I had known him, joining our class when he moved to town and enrolled in our school junior year. The guys were friendly to him, especially since he turned out to be the smartest in the class and always able to help with homework. But the rambunctious group of jocks always failed to treat him as an equal when they pointed out his rounded belly, his plump chest, or his soft ass. Noah had always appeared to take their jocular joking in stride and had been insistent on keeping in touch with the group ever since. To my shocked realization after glancing around the pool party, Noah was slimmer and the second fittest man there now. After me of course.
“Not much, just having a great time at the party. Have you had one of these chocolate truffles yet?” Noah asked with a smile on his face as he held a bowl of treats. “My girlfriend baked them for all the gluttons and now that you’re here, the party can really get started.” Noah fanned the air above the bowl with his hand as the sweet scent of the delectable treats filled the surrounding air.
I opened my mouth to yell in disbelief about the massively adipose ridden scene before me but my brain lost all focus. The aroma coming from the chocolate truffles was incredibly enticing, a mixture of cocoa powder and chocolate that made me think of past holiday feasts. Before I could pull myself away from the daydream, I found myself already chewing and savoring the taste of one of the treats.
The taste was a burst of gooey chocolate and something delicious I couldn’t quite identify. Flavors lingered on my tongue, igniting my taste buds with pleasure as my stomach started to rumble with hunger. A wide smile burst forward on Noah’s face. “Sounds like you’re hungry, big guy,” Noah said mischievously, gesturing to the table Matt was just now leaving, two plates stacked high in his fat hands. “Why don’t you grab a bite.” He patted me on the back, guiding me towards all the food as I subconsciously licked my lips as I found myself stepping forward.
I didn’t want to, I knew deep down something was wrong. But all the food just looked so good and inviting!
----------------------------------------------------
Much like my character, I don’t care much for the holiday. But that doesn’t mean it can’t inspire a role playing prompt.
This is the loose prompt. A man goes to a fourth of July party and finds himself tangled under a weight gain spell that’s affected all of his friends. His protection against such forces is weak, but still strong enough to vaguely be aware of what’s going on unlike all his pals who think they’ve always been this fat. How fat does Ben get? Is this Noah’s doing, or his new girlfriend? Why are they doing this at all? What happens after the party’s over?
The main theme of course is weight gain along with the kinks associated with it such as slowness, out of breath, wardrobe malfunctions and difficulty with tasks. But other interests of mine also include gassiness, contrast, teasing/humiliation/name calling, and others I'm probably forgetting to mention, so feel free to ask if you have suggestions.
I'm open to mostly anything, so don’t be afraid to suggest your kinks in your reply, the worst thing I can possibly say is “Sorry, that’s not for me.” My only limits are things like incest, scat, vore, gore and most importantly (and I cannot stress this enough): Short sentence replies, weak grammar and low effort introductions like ‘hey I’m interested.’ and leaving it at that. My role play style is descriptive actions and long dialogue. If my style is typing paragraphs or long posts and your response is a four worded sentence or creative descriptions such as 'u took a bite of the chezeburgur and then gain 100 lbs', we're gonna have a real bad time.
I'd love to chat a little and imagine something up that fits both of our interests. Send me a chat invite with the title 'Pool Party' so I know you got this far. Hope to hear from you soon. (Note that I mainly role play on Disccrd, chatzy, and reddit)
I pulled into the driveway a little later than I’d planned, the sides of the street already occupied with parked vehicles as I could already see the commotion inside the house. While I didn’t much care for holidays, the fourth of July weekend was always a good excuse to hang out and catch up with old friends. As soon as I turned the car off, my phone started buzzing. I gave out a long sigh, already feeling like I knew who it was before checking the screen to confirm. I swiped to answer, putting the phone to my ear as I took a deep breath. “Hey Auntie.” I said, preparing for the lecture.
There was a pause on the line, then her voice came through, a little serious. “Hello Ben,” She said, a longer pause before she spoke again. “I couldn’t help but notice that you skipped out on our Sunday morning meditation again.”
“Yeah, sorry. I just… got a lot going on right now.” I tried to explain before she could interrupt me. “I’ll make it up to you, I swear. It’s-”
“I know it’s a pain, and not as exciting as those video games you play.” She spoke up, wanting to be heard as I rolled my eyes. “But this is the fourth week in a row you’ve been absent. Skipping on meditation isn’t just about relaxation. It’s about protecting yourself, especially from things you cannot see.”
“Auntie,” I closed my eyes, pinching the bridge of my nose. “I just… don’t really buy into all that supernatural stuff.”
There was a brief silence on the line, heavy with unspoken concern. Then, her voice softened, almost like a whisper carried on the wind. “Ben, I know it’s hard for you to understand, but I see things. Visions. And I worry about you. I see a weight pressing down on you, heavier than what you carry now.” I lean back in the car seat as she babbled on. “It’s not just about cleansing the mind and body. It’s about protecting your spirit from things you might not see coming.”
I hesitated. I wanted to brush it off, to dismiss her worries as old-fashioned or overly cautious. But her tone was steady, serious like she truly believed what she was saying. “Okay, I’ll be at the next one. Promise.” I relented, but planning on making that the final one. “I gotta go, Auntie.”
She sighed softly, a hint of a smile in her voice despite the concern. “Just protect yourself: mind, body, and spirit.” Before I could respond again, she gently added, “I love you, Benjamin. Be safe.”
“Love you too,” I replied, feeling a strange mix of reassurance and unease as I ended the call. I glanced back at the house, grabbing my duffel bag of clothes to change for after the pool and exiting the truck. I walk through the yard, ringing the doorbell as I remembered last year’s party. Everyone gathering to catch up, share and tease one another. I looked over to the fence of the pool area, seeing the party already in progress as the figures through the wooden gaps looked more wider than I’d imagine.
The door opened and I was greeted with a bombshell of a woman whom I never seen before. Her beauty itself gave me pause before her chuckle knocked me out of my stupor. “Don’t worry, you’re at the right house.” She said, letting me in. “You must be Ben, right? I’m Noah’s girlfriend. He’s told me all about you.” Noah was able to snag a woman as drop dead gorgeous as this? Now I really have seen everything. “Everyone’s waiting on you.”
“Thanks.” I said, kicking off my shoes and heading towards the gathering area. Turning the corner to the backyard with sounds of splashing and laughing, I immediately stopped dead in my tracks at the sight. My friends were all here, conversing around the large television setups, lounging on the side of the pool, or gathering by the food table and grill. All of the men were shirtless, many torsos glistening with pool water. It appeared similar to past parties I attended here at Matt’s house but with one element that clearly differed. All of my friends were fat. Really fat.
Dan was chatting with Charlie, loudly sharing a story of hitting on someone at a random bar. I shook my head in disbelief as I cautiously entered the party. From behind, Dan’s two plump love-handles shook as he gestured and when he turned around and waved at me mid-story, a round doughy potbelly jiggling with the movement in tandem with a soft pair of male breasts. I saw Dan over a month ago and the man was easily seventy to eighty pounds lighter. Dan shoved a hot dog in his mouth as he continued to talk, followed by a deep swig of beer, a loud belch, and I could have sworn I saw Dan’s belly slightly grow even bigger and softer. The man’s swimsuit looked like it was moments from bursting off in tatters.
“Hey Ben, long time no see!” The familiar sound of Matt’s bombastic voice broke my state of disbelief at Dan’s size. My eyes swung to the voice’s point of origin and turned to the shallow steps of the pool. As Matt rose from the water, his usually chiseled face had been replaced with puffed out cheeks and a large double chin. The enormous muscles that I had always been jealous of, had melted away and been replaced with rolls and folds of fat. The man was a tubby whale of a person. Matt struggled to pull himself out of the pool, using the handrail for aid as he walk from the shallow steps that led out of the pool.
Matt had always taken good care of his body and diet and now here the man stood, easily over four hundred pounds if not more, waddling to the food table with a body swollen to the point of bursting with fat. His tire-sized midsection swayed and shook as he moved towards the long food table. I watched in disbelief as Matt piled a plate high with food, his bulbous sausage-like fingers grabbing more and more.
I approached the table cautiously, as if this were the result of some contagious disease, suddenly very aware that I was the fittest friend here by a mile. “Matt, what happened? What’s going on with all of you?!?” I asked, dropping my bag and trying to get to the bottom of this.
“What’cha mean Ben?” Matt asked, directly shoving two brownies in his mouth as he continued piling his plate high with fried chicken, macaroni salad, and even more brownies.
I felt like I was going insane, watching the obese man quivering in fat before me before I felt a hand on my shoulder. “Ben, and here I was thinking you wouldn’t show.” Looking to my right, my gaze fell upon the face of the one person who had always been fat in our friend group, Noah.
“Hey Noah, what’s going..” I started to say, but paused as the sight of Noah’s figure was the biggest shock of all.
Noah had been fairly chubby as long as I had known him, joining our class when he moved to town and enrolled in our school junior year. The guys were friendly to him, especially since he turned out to be the smartest in the class and always able to help with homework. But the rambunctious group of jocks always failed to treat him as an equal when they pointed out his rounded belly, his plump chest, or his soft ass. Noah had always appeared to take their jocular joking in stride and had been insistent on keeping in touch with the group ever since. To my shocked realization after glancing around the pool party, Noah was slimmer and the second fittest man there now. After me of course.
“Not much, just having a great time at the party. Have you had one of these chocolate truffles yet?” Noah asked with a smile on his face as he held a bowl of treats. “My girlfriend baked them for all the gluttons and now that you’re here, the party can really get started.” Noah fanned the air above the bowl with his hand as the sweet scent of the delectable treats filled the surrounding air.
I opened my mouth to yell in disbelief about the massively adipose ridden scene before me but my brain lost all focus. The aroma coming from the chocolate truffles was incredibly enticing, a mixture of cocoa powder and chocolate that made me think of past holiday feasts. Before I could pull myself away from the daydream, I found myself already chewing and savoring the taste of one of the treats.
The taste was a burst of gooey chocolate and something delicious I couldn’t quite identify. Flavors lingered on my tongue, igniting my taste buds with pleasure as my stomach started to rumble with hunger. A wide smile burst forward on Noah’s face. “Sounds like you’re hungry, big guy,” Noah said mischievously, gesturing to the table Matt was just now leaving, two plates stacked high in his fat hands. “Why don’t you grab a bite.” He patted me on the back, guiding me towards all the food as I subconsciously licked my lips as I found myself stepping forward.
I didn’t want to, I knew deep down something was wrong. But all the food just looked so good and inviting!
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Much like my character, I don’t care much for the holiday. But that doesn’t mean it can’t inspire a role playing prompt.
This is the loose prompt. A man goes to a fourth of July party and finds himself tangled under a weight gain spell that’s affected all of his friends. His protection against such forces is weak, but still strong enough to vaguely be aware of what’s going on unlike all his pals who think they’ve always been this fat. How fat does Ben get? Is this Noah’s doing, or his new girlfriend? Why are they doing this at all? What happens after the party’s over?
The main theme of course is weight gain along with the kinks associated with it such as slowness, out of breath, wardrobe malfunctions and difficulty with tasks. But other interests of mine also include gassiness, contrast, teasing/humiliation/name calling, and others I'm probably forgetting to mention, so feel free to ask if you have suggestions.
I'm open to mostly anything, so don’t be afraid to suggest your kinks in your reply, the worst thing I can possibly say is “Sorry, that’s not for me.” My only limits are things like incest, scat, vore, gore and most importantly (and I cannot stress this enough): Short sentence replies, weak grammar and low effort introductions like ‘hey I’m interested.’ and leaving it at that. My role play style is descriptive actions and long dialogue. If my style is typing paragraphs or long posts and your response is a four worded sentence or creative descriptions such as 'u took a bite of the chezeburgur and then gain 100 lbs', we're gonna have a real bad time.
I'd love to chat a little and imagine something up that fits both of our interests. Send me a chat invite with the title 'Pool Party' so I know you got this far. Hope to hear from you soon. (Note that I mainly role play on Disccrd, chatzy, and reddit)
I sit nervously on the bench in the lobby of Stark Tower as I waited, my leg continuously hopping as I wondered why I was called here. I’ve worked for Stark Industries a little over three years now, never caused any issues as far as I knew. I’ve never even met the man himself, and now I was called to clear my calendar and speak with him directly? Surely he wouldn’t meet with me just to fire me, right? There’d be no point.
“Sir,” the secretary spoke up as she looked towards me. “Mr. Stark is here and will speak with you shortly.” She gave off a warm smile, making me wonder if she knew more than I did. I gulped as I stood up, wiping my palms against my pants to get the sweat off them as I tried to keep calm. Soon the doors opened, and I was face to face with one of the most famous men on the planet.
Tony Stark wavered into the room, taking off his sunglasses and placing them on his jacket pocket as he pointed towards me and faced the secretary. “This the guy? And he signed the legal thing.” He asked, the secretary nodded and saying yes before he faced me and turned his pointing finger into an open hand. “Hey kid, glad to meet you.” he gave me a firm handshake, patting my arm with the other and seeing my nervous smile and keeping eye contact with me for only two or three seconds before he pulled away and pointed towards the elevator, not even giving me a chance to blabber anything out while being starstruck. “Follow me to the top floor, would you?” The elevator was practically waiting for him as the doors opened, walking into the platform as I quickly followed and stood by him, trying to stop myself from shaking. “Your name’s Glenn, right?” he asked, pressing the button to begin our ascent.
“Uh, yea-n-no it’s um-” I gulped, trying to steady my nerves as best as I could. “It’s Ben sir. Ben Th-”
“Great, listen Ken.” He interrupted, the doors of the elevator closing as he reached into his pocket and squirted a small bottle of hand sanitizer he pulled out onto his hand. “I’m sorry we had to call you so abruptly, but my usual go-to guy for this is having a baby.” He rubbed his hands together, spreading the gel all around his hands. “Or his wife is anyway. Sister? Actually I’m not even sure if there’s a baby involved, maybe I’m thinking of Darren from Damage Control.” He paused, thinking it over as the lights blinked on the increasing numbers of the floors. “Anyway, no matter the case he called it quits and I needed someone on short notice and you’re the perfect guy for the job.”
“Really?” I said, a bit excited as I couldn’t stop myself. Tony Stark needed my expertise? This was a dream come true. “How so?”
“Well Ren,” he paused as he stuffed his hands back into his pockets. “We did a quick background review of the staff here and you’re exactly who we need. No family, no pets, no partner, not many friends.” He sniffed and cleared his nostrils as he shrugged. “No offense at all, live your life however you choose, but I need someone here during the holidays while everyone else is away and you fit the bill perfectly.”
“Oh…” I sighed, disappointed that he didn’t read my resume or need my skill set at all. He apparently just needed a loser with a lot of time on his hands to work during the winter break. “So, uh, what do you need me to do?”
“You know of the hero Squirrel Girl?” He asked, the elevator doors opening as he wasted no time exiting, prompting me to follow right after him and keep up with his pace. Squirrel Girl? What kind of hero was that? Certainly not an Avenger or X-Men if I hardly know of her. “Uh, can’t say I’m familiar sir.” I reluctantly responded.
“Exactly as the name implies. She has all the powers and advantages of a squirrel, but that also means that she has the weaknesses and disadvantages of one as well.” He discussed as I kept up the pace, looking around the hall and seeing the fancier design of the top floor. “Weaknesses of a squirrel? Like… cars?” I asked, trying not to sound too dense. “She needs to hibernate every winter, and we need to keep that a secret.” He said, walking up to the keypad that was placed next to a very large and secure looking door. “Why is that a secret?” I asked, hoping I wasn’t too annoying.
“Because while she may not look like it, she’s one of most powerful enhanced humans on Earth.” He started typing in the unlock code as I was too invested in the conversation to glace at what the code might be. “She single handedly faced Doom and won before backup arrived. That’s why we can’t get the word out that she’s out of commission every winter.” He clicked the unlock button, the large doors opening into the room. My eyes widened at the size of the place before I felt Tony’s hand over my shoulder and nudging me into the room along with him. “Anyway, she saved my life once when I was fighting the Mandarin and I owe her big time, so I’ve set up this penthouse for you and her to stay in until her hibernation cycle ends and she slims back down.”
Slim down, penthouse, Mandarin? It was just complete information overload as my brain tried buffering to catch up to speed. “Wait, I’m staying here? Why do you need me exactly?”
“Because she’ll need company and also help once she gets into the later and more bigger stages. Just think of you being her assistant while you’re here. I mainly just need you to help keep the spending budget under control.” He said, letting me take in the size of the penthouse. This place seemed bigger than any house I’ve stayed in. He pats me on the back shoulder before taking his hand away. “Oh and, since you’re moving in here for the winter, we’ve already paid off your rent of your current place until spring, and Happy will be here if you need to retrieve any things that you need from there before he leaves L.A.. But I need you to stay here until she arrives.”
“All of this for a favor?” I asked again.
“Yup.” he snapped, turning back towards the door we came in. “Speaking of favors, I gotta head back to New York. Doc Ock’s got this secret underground machine he’s building that I’m not supposed to tell anyone and Spider-Man asked for my help dealing with that. Doreen should be here sometime later today.” I shook my head in bewilderment. Who was Doreen? Who was Happy? I never been to New York, was I supposed to know who Doc Ock was? “Sir I don’t know if I’m-” I tried to reason my doubt, watching him just point and snap at the computer on the kitchen counter. “Everything you need to know is on that laptop right there. I’ll check on you when I can.” He finished, turning and walking backwards. “Well, I’ll make Happy check on you when he can. Good luck.”
“But Mr. Stark, I-” And with that, the door closed, and I was left in this large penthouse still trying to take it all in. The door soon opened again, Mr. Stark peeking his head in without stepping back inside. “Oh, and Sven,” he addressed me as I looked back to him, “I’m counting on you. Don’t let me down.” he gave me a thumbs up, and left just as soon as he entered.
I slowly turned back to the penthouse and stepped forward, taking in the spacious, open living area with windows that went from the floor to the ceiling that offered a breathtaking view of Los Angeles. Decorated with cozy and sturdy furniture, along with a sleek kitchen with state-of-the-art appliances. The whole area was blended with a contemporary style and comfort, along with other areas that would lead to bedrooms and possibly recreational areas.
The sound of something like a rocket taking off was heard above me, and I bent my knees and spread my arms to keep myself balances as it felt like the whole floor was rumbling for just a brief second. I move quickly towards the window, soon watching my boss begin to take off in his Iron Man suit and fly above the city as he headed for New York. “Um… okay.” I gulped. “Well, least I get a raise… I think.”
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On this Earth within the multiverse, Squirrel Girl has all the powers of a squirrel, but also all the drawbacks. Once a year she needs to fatten herself up for hibernation, and for obvious reasons she’d like to keep that tidbit a secret. My character working under Stark is now assigned to be her caretaker/feeder, having a large budget to make sure the growing girl has everything she needs.
Open to discussing and brainstorming how the plot plays out. How big she gets, how long it takes, what she’s like during these stages, what their relationship is like after she slims down and get back onto hero duty, etc. I'm open to mostly anything, so don’t be afraid to suggest your kinks in your reply, the worst thing I can possibly say is “Sorry, that’s not for me.” My only limits are things like incest, scat, vore, gore and most importantly (and I cannot stress this enough): One sentence replies, weak grammar and low effort chat invites like "I'm interested" and ending it there. My role play style is descriptive actions and long dialogue as shown in the prompt above. If my style is typing paragraphs or long posts and your response is a four worded sentence or creative descriptions such as 'she took bite of the burgur and then gained 100 lbs', we're gonna have a real bad time.
I'd love to chat a little and imagine something up that fits both of our interests. Send me a chat invite with the title 'Tippy-Toe' so I know you got this far, bonus points if you know what that’s referencing. Hope to hear from you soon. (Note that I mainly role play on Discrd, chatzy, and reddit)
I sit nervously on the bench in the lobby of Stark Tower as I waited, my leg continuously hopping as I wondered why I was called here. I’ve worked for Stark Industries a little over three years now, never caused any issues as far as I knew. I’ve never even met the man himself, and now I was called to clear my calendar and speak with him directly? Surely he wouldn’t meet with me just to fire me, right? There’d be no point.
“Sir,” the secretary spoke up as she looked towards me. “Mr. Stark is here and will speak with you shortly.” She gave off a warm smile, making me wonder if she knew more than I did. I gulped as I stood up, wiping my palms against my pants to get the sweat off them as I tried to keep calm. Soon the doors opened, and I was face to face with one of the most famous men on the planet.
Tony Stark wavered into the room, taking off his sunglasses and placing them on his jacket pocket as he pointed towards me and faced the secretary. “This the guy? And he signed the legal thing.” He asked, the secretary nodded and saying yes before he faced me and turned his pointing finger into an open hand. “Hey kid, glad to meet you.” he gave me a firm handshake, patting my arm with the other and seeing my nervous smile and keeping eye contact with me for only two or three seconds before he pulled away and pointed towards the elevator, not even giving me a chance to blabber anything out while being starstruck. “Follow me to the top floor, would you?” The elevator was practically waiting for him as the doors opened, walking into the platform as I quickly followed and stood by him, trying to stop myself from shaking. “Your name’s Glenn, right?” he asked, pressing the button to begin our ascent.
“Uh, yea-n-no it’s um-” I gulped, trying to steady my nerves as best as I could. “It’s Ben sir. Ben Th-”
“Great, listen Ken.” He interrupted, the doors of the elevator closing as he reached into his pocket and squirted a small bottle of hand sanitizer he pulled out onto his hand. “I’m sorry we had to call you so abruptly, but my usual go-to guy for this is having a baby.” He rubbed his hands together, spreading the gel all around his hands. “Or his wife is anyway. Sister? Actually I’m not even sure if there’s a baby involved, maybe I’m thinking of Darren from Damage Control.” He paused, thinking it over as the lights blinked on the increasing numbers of the floors. “Anyway, no matter the case he called it quits and I needed someone on short notice and you’re the perfect guy for the job.”
“Really?” I said, a bit excited as I couldn’t stop myself. Tony Stark needed my expertise? This was a dream come true. “How so?”
“Well Ren,” he paused as he stuffed his hands back into his pockets. “We did a quick background review of the staff here and you’re exactly who we need. No family, no pets, no partner, not many friends.” He sniffed and cleared his nostrils as he shrugged. “No offense at all, live your life however you choose, but I need someone here during the holidays while everyone else is away and you fit the bill perfectly.”
“Oh…” I sighed, disappointed that he didn’t read my resume or need my skill set at all. He apparently just needed a loser with a lot of time on his hands to work during the winter break. “So, uh, what do you need me to do?”
“You know of the hero Squirrel Girl?” He asked, the elevator doors opening as he wasted no time exiting, prompting me to follow right after him and keep up with his pace. Squirrel Girl? What kind of hero was that? Certainly not an Avenger or X-Men if I hardly know of her. “Uh, can’t say I’m familiar sir.” I reluctantly responded.
“Exactly as the name implies. She has all the powers and advantages of a squirrel, but that also means that she has the weaknesses and disadvantages of one as well.” He discussed as I kept up the pace, looking around the hall and seeing the fancier design of the top floor. “Weaknesses of a squirrel? Like… cars?” I asked, trying not to sound too dense. “She needs to hibernate every winter, and we need to keep that a secret.” He said, walking up to the keypad that was placed next to a very large and secure looking door. “Why is that a secret?” I asked, hoping I wasn’t too annoying.
“Because while she may not look like it, she’s one of most powerful enhanced humans on Earth.” He started typing in the unlock code as I was too invested in the conversation to glace at what the code might be. “She single handedly faced Doom and won before backup arrived. That’s why we can’t get the word out that she’s out of commission every winter.” He clicked the unlock button, the large doors opening into the room. My eyes widened at the size of the place before I felt Tony’s hand over my shoulder and nudging me into the room along with him. “Anyway, she saved my life once when I was fighting the Mandarin and I owe her big time, so I’ve set up this penthouse for you and her to stay in until her hibernation cycle ends and she slims back down.”
Slim down, penthouse, Mandarin? It was just complete information overload as my brain tried buffering to catch up to speed. “Wait, I’m staying here? Why do you need me exactly?”
“Because she’ll need company and also help once she gets into the later and more bigger stages. Just think of you being her assistant while you’re here. I mainly just need you to help keep the spending budget under control.” He said, letting me take in the size of the penthouse. This place seemed bigger than any house I’ve stayed in. He pats me on the back shoulder before taking his hand away. “Oh and, since you’re moving in here for the winter, we’ve already paid off your rent of your current place until spring, and Happy will be here if you need to retrieve any things that you need from there before he leaves L.A.. But I need you to stay here until she arrives.”
“All of this for a favor?” I asked again.
“Yup.” he snapped, turning back towards the door we came in. “Speaking of favors, I gotta head back to New York. Doc Ock’s got this secret underground machine he’s building that I’m not supposed to tell anyone and Spider-Man asked for my help dealing with that. Doreen should be here sometime later today.” I shook my head in bewilderment. Who was Doreen? Who was Happy? I never been to New York, was I supposed to know who Doc Ock was? “Sir I don’t know if I’m-” I tried to reason my doubt, watching him just point and snap at the computer on the kitchen counter. “Everything you need to know is on that laptop right there. I’ll check on you when I can.” He finished, turning and walking backwards. “Well, I’ll make Happy check on you when he can. Good luck.”
“But Mr. Stark, I-” And with that, the door closed, and I was left in this large penthouse still trying to take it all in. The door soon opened again, Mr. Stark peeking his head in without stepping back inside. “Oh, and Sven,” he addressed me as I looked back to him, “I’m counting on you. Don’t let me down.” he gave me a thumbs up, and left just as soon as he entered.
I slowly turned back to the penthouse and stepped forward, taking in the spacious, open living area with windows that went from the floor to the ceiling that offered a breathtaking view of Los Angeles. Decorated with cozy and sturdy furniture, along with a sleek kitchen with state-of-the-art appliances. The whole area was blended with a contemporary style and comfort, along with other areas that would lead to bedrooms and possibly recreational areas.
The sound of something like a rocket taking off was heard above me, and I bent my knees and spread my arms to keep myself balances as it felt like the whole floor was rumbling for just a brief second. I move quickly towards the window, soon watching my boss begin to take off in his Iron Man suit and fly above the city as he headed for New York. “Um… okay.” I gulped. “Well, least I get a raise… I think.”
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On this Earth within the multiverse, Squirrel Girl has all the powers of a squirrel, but also all the drawbacks. Once a year she needs to fatten herself up for hibernation, and for obvious reasons she’d like to keep that tidbit a secret. My character working under Stark is now assigned to be her caretaker/feeder, having a large budget to make sure the growing girl has everything she needs.
Open to discussing and brainstorming how the plot plays out. How big she gets, how long it takes, what she’s like during these stages, what their relationship is like after she slims down and get back onto hero duty, etc. I'm open to mostly anything, so don’t be afraid to suggest your kinks in your reply, the worst thing I can possibly say is “Sorry, that’s not for me.” My only limits are things like incest, scat, vore, gore and most importantly (and I cannot stress this enough): One sentence replies, weak grammar and low effort chat invites like "I'm interested" and ending it there. My role play style is descriptive actions and long dialogue as shown in the prompt above. If my style is typing paragraphs or long posts and your response is a four worded sentence or creative descriptions such as 'she took bite of the burgur and then gained 100 lbs', we're gonna have a real bad time.
I'd love to chat a little and imagine something up that fits both of our interests. Send me a chat invite with the title 'Tippy-Toe' so I know you got this far, bonus points if you know what that’s referencing. Hope to hear from you soon. (Note that I mainly role play on Discrd, chatzy, and reddit)
I sit nervously on the bench in the lobby of Stark Tower as I waited, my leg continuously hopping as I wondered why I was called here. I’ve worked for Stark Industries a little over three years now, never caused any issues as far as I knew. I’ve never even met the man himself, and now I was called to clear my calendar and speak with him directly? Surely he wouldn’t meet with me just to fire me, right? There’d be no point.
“Sir,” the secretary spoke up as she looked towards me. “Mr. Stark is here and will speak with you shortly.” She gave off a warm smile, making me wonder if she knew more than I did. I gulped as I stood up, wiping my palms against my pants to get the sweat off them as I tried to keep calm. Soon the doors opened, and I was face to face with one of the most famous men on the planet.
Tony Stark wavered into the room, taking off his sunglasses and placing them on his jacket pocket as he pointed towards me and faced the secretary. “This the guy? And he signed the legal thing.” He asked, the secretary nodded and saying yes before he faced me and turned his pointing finger into an open hand. “Hey kid, glad to meet you.” he gave me a firm handshake, patting my arm with the other and seeing my nervous smile and keeping eye contact with me for only two or three seconds before he pulled away and pointed towards the elevator, not even giving me a chance to blabber anything out while being starstruck. “Follow me to the top floor, would you?” The elevator was practically waiting for him as the doors opened, walking into the platform as I quickly followed and stood by him, trying to stop myself from shaking. “Your name’s Glenn, right?” he asked, pressing the button to begin our ascent.
“Uh, yea-n-no it’s um-” I gulped, trying to steady my nerves as best as I could. “It’s Ben sir. Ben Th-”
“Great, listen Ken.” He interrupted, the doors of the elevator closing as he reached into his pocket and squirted a small bottle of hand sanitizer he pulled out onto his hand. “I’m sorry we had to call you so abruptly, but my usual go-to guy for this is having a baby.” He rubbed his hands together, spreading the gel all around his hands. “Or his wife is anyway. Sister? Actually I’m not even sure if there’s a baby involved, maybe I’m thinking of Darren from Damage Control.” He paused, thinking it over as the lights blinked on the increasing numbers of the floors. “Anyway, no matter the case he called it quits and I needed someone on short notice and you’re the perfect guy for the job.”
“Really?” I said, a bit excited as I couldn’t stop myself. Tony Stark needed my expertise? This was a dream come true. “How so?”
“Well Ren,” he paused as he stuffed his hands back into his pockets. “We did a quick background review of the staff here and you’re exactly who we need. No family, no pets, no partner, not many friends.” He sniffed and cleared his nostrils as he shrugged. “No offense at all, live your life however you choose, but I need someone here during the holidays while everyone else is away and you fit the bill perfectly.”
“Oh…” I sighed, disappointed that he didn’t read my resume or need my skill set at all. He apparently just needed a loser with a lot of time on his hands to work during the winter break. “So, uh, what do you need me to do?”
“You know of the hero Squirrel Girl?” He asked, the elevator doors opening as he wasted no time exiting, prompting me to follow right after him and keep up with his pace. Squirrel Girl? What kind of hero was that? Certainly not an Avenger or X-Men if I hardly know of her. “Uh, can’t say I’m familiar sir.” I reluctantly responded.
“Exactly as the name implies. She has all the powers and advantages of a squirrel, but that also means that she has the weaknesses and disadvantages of one as well.” He discussed as I kept up the pace, looking around the hall and seeing the fancier design of the top floor. “Weaknesses of a squirrel? Like… cars?” I asked, trying not to sound too dense. “She needs to hibernate every winter, and we need to keep that a secret.” He said, walking up to the keypad that was placed next to a very large and secure looking door. “Why is that a secret?” I asked, hoping I wasn’t too annoying.
“Because while she may not look like it, she’s one of most powerful enhanced humans on Earth.” He started typing in the unlock code as I was too invested in the conversation to glace at what the code might be. “She single handedly faced Doom and won before backup arrived. That’s why we can’t get the word out that she’s out of commission every winter.” He clicked the unlock button, the large doors opening into the room. My eyes widened at the size of the place before I felt Tony’s hand over my shoulder and nudging me into the room along with him. “Anyway, she saved my life once when I was fighting the Mandarin and I owe her big time, so I’ve set up this penthouse for you and her to stay in until her hibernation cycle ends and she slims back down.”
Slim down, penthouse, Mandarin? It was just complete information overload as my brain tried buffering to catch up to speed. “Wait, I’m staying here? Why do you need me exactly?”
“Because she’ll need company and also help once she gets into the later and more bigger stages. Just think of you being her assistant while you’re here. I mainly just need you to help keep the spending budget under control.” He said, letting me take in the size of the penthouse. This place seemed bigger than any house I’ve stayed in. He pats me on the back shoulder before taking his hand away. “Oh and, since you’re moving in here for the winter, we’ve already paid off your rent of your current place until spring, and Happy will be here if you need to retrieve any things that you need from there before he leaves L.A.. But I need you to stay here until she arrives.”
“All of this for a favor?” I asked again.
“Yup.” he snapped, turning back towards the door we came in. “Speaking of favors, I gotta head back to New York. Doc Ock’s got this secret underground machine he’s building that I’m not supposed to tell anyone and Spider-Man asked for my help dealing with that. Doreen should be here sometime later today.” I shook my head in bewilderment. Who was Doreen? Who was Happy? I never been to New York, was I supposed to know who Doc Ock was? “Sir I don’t know if I’m-” I tried to reason my doubt, watching him just point and snap at the computer on the kitchen counter. “Everything you need to know is on that laptop right there. I’ll check on you when I can.” He finished, turning and walking backwards. “Well, I’ll make Happy check on you when he can. Good luck.”
“But Mr. Stark, I-” And with that, the door closed, and I was left in this large penthouse still trying to take it all in. The door soon opened again, Mr. Stark peeking his head in without stepping back inside. “Oh, and Sven,” he addressed me as I looked back to him, “I’m counting on you. Don’t let me down.” he gave me a thumbs up, and left just as soon as he entered.
I slowly turned back to the penthouse and stepped forward, taking in the spacious, open living area with windows that went from the floor to the ceiling that offered a breathtaking view of Los Angeles. Decorated with cozy and sturdy furniture, along with a sleek kitchen with state-of-the-art appliances. The whole area was blended with a contemporary style and comfort, along with other areas that would lead to bedrooms and possibly recreational areas.
The sound of something like a rocket taking off was heard above me, and I bent my knees and spread my arms to keep myself balances as it felt like the whole floor was rumbling for just a brief second. I move quickly towards the window, soon watching my boss begin to take off in his Iron Man suit and fly above the city as he headed for New York. “Um… okay.” I gulped. “Well, least I get a raise… I think.”
On this Earth within the multiverse, Squirrel Girl has all the powers of a squirrel, but also all the drawbacks. Once a year she needs to fatten herself up for hibernation, and for obvious reasons she’d like to keep that tidbit a secret. My character working under Stark is now assigned to be her caretaker/feeder, having a large budget to make sure the growing girl has everything she needs.
Open to discussing and brainstorming how the plot plays out. How big she gets, how long it takes, what she’s like during these stages, what their relationship is like after she slims down and get back onto hero duty, etc. I'm open to mostly anything, so don’t be afraid to suggest your kinks in your reply, the worst thing I can possibly say is “Sorry, that’s not for me.” My only limits are things like incest, scat, vore, gore and most importantly (and I cannot stress this enough): One sentence replies, weak grammar and low effort chat invites like "I'm interested" and ending it there. My role play style is descriptive actions and long dialogue as shown in the prompt above. If my style is typing paragraphs or long posts and your response is a four worded sentence or creative descriptions such as 'she took bite of the burgur and then gained 100 lbs', we're gonna have a real bad time.
I'd love to chat a little and imagine something up that fits both of our interests. Send me a chat invite with the title 'Tippy-Toe' so I know you got this far, bonus points if you know what that’s referencing. Hope to hear from you soon. (Note that I mainly role play on Discrd, chatzy, and reddit)
Blake quickly reaches the top of the fire escape, swinging his backpack onto the roof of the building as he jumps and swings his legs over the barrier. His belongings should be out of sight and safe here as he rushes to the other end, looking across the way and seeing the chaos unfold. A large slime monster rampages across the park, flinging large blobs of its own mass in the air as an aerial attack against the other four magical girls currently in the fight. He gasps, seeing a large tentacle arm of the slime creature slam down near two of them. Both girls using the power of water and wind to try and defend themselves. The sudden air current only making the blobbish mass ripple while the water from the burst stream attack accidentally makes the extended arm of slime grow even thicker.
There was no questioning it. Blake knew they needed his help.
He takes a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for the transformation that was about to happen. He holds his hands out in front of him, concentrating the magical energy inside him to form as bubbles of light began to collect in between his open palms, the light taking shape and solidifying before it dimmed and showed a magical pink wand with a spinning five pronged star at the tip. “Lyna, Goddess of the Light.” I said, feeling his connection to the source becoming stronger. “I call upon your power. Please, lend me your strength.” The spinning star froze in place as the gem inside sparkled before it instantly shined on him, encasing the man in a barrier of solid light.
He started going through the mystical transformation, his body altering and shifting as he was transitioning to a magical girl. His feet became dainty, quickly being coated in white heels and his legs covered in long white stockings. While his thighs and hips began to widen and thicken and his… it sucked inward, waist beginning to narrow, a sparkling trail of glitter magically forming a small skirt and panties while it moved upward to complete the uniform. Their chest expanded outward, the uniform covering fully as the arms became slimmer, long white gloves encasing them. Blake’s face thinned out and become more feminine, the dark hair brightening to a light blonde as it grew longer while two magical ribbons began to split and tie the hair into two curly pigtails. A domino mask formed on her face as the process was now complete.
The shining barrier encasing Blake disintegrated into an array of disappearing sparkles as her new form was revealed. She quickly grabs the levitating wand in front of her with a confident swing of her arm along with a serious face. Only until a strong breeze blew across her legs and let her short skirt flap, her face quickly shifting to a red blush of embarrassment and discomfort. “Uggghhhh!!” She whined while bending her knees inward. “Oh, I wish there was a way to call upon the Goddess to make my skirt longer, or give me sweatpants or something.” She cried out in a more lighter and feminine voice. She pulled on her skirt to no avail, shifting on the roof in her newly formed heels. “Summer’s over now, and this is gonna be a huge pain in a couple mon-”
Screams echoed in the distance, and she quickly turns back to see the crowds running away from the park as she tightened her grip on the wand. “That’s an issue for later. Right now I have more important matters to deal with.” Blake charged forward, leaping off the building as she held the magical wand outward. Thin disks of light began to shape in the air over the road in a downward arch to the street, her foot landing on it as it bounced back like a miniature trampoline. Slowly but surely, she skipped along the steps until she softly landed on the sidewalk and made her way to join the battle.
Now, whenever evil forces barge their way into Blake’s life and threaten loved ones, or the city’s in need of a cute and powerful hero, it falls on him to give up their manhood to save the day. And making matters worse, in day-to-day life they have to deal with their bro friends talking about how they totally lust over his alter-ego. Maybe a crush seems far more interested in him as a busty heroine swooping in to save them from danger than in his ordinary form. Maybe he has a hard time relating with the other local magical girls whose team he inadvertently joined. Who on the team can he trust with this secret, if at all?
Above is just a writing example from me but nothing is set in stone. I’m looking for a literate role play around this concept and the emasculation that come with it. I can role play in either first or third person, and would like to focus on something plot driven and not just smut. My main limit is short replies, weak grammar and low effort chat invites like “Hey, I’m interested.” I role play in descriptive actions and long dialogue, and I expect my partner to match.
If you’re interested, the password is the name of the Goddess in the prompt above. I’d love to plot out the details with you. I’m very flexible on ideas and eager to see what sort of plot and story scenarios we can brainstorm.
Blake quickly reaches the top of the fire escape, swinging his backpack onto the roof of the building as he jumps and swings his legs over the barrier. His belongings should be out of sight and safe here as he rushes to the other end, looking across the way and seeing the chaos unfold. A large slime monster rampages across the park, flinging large blobs of its own mass in the air as an aerial attack against the other four magical girls currently in the fight. He gasps, seeing a large tentacle arm of the slime creature slam down near two of them. Both girls using the power of water and wind to try and defend themselves. The sudden air current only making the blobbish mass ripple while the water from the burst stream attack accidentally makes the extended arm of slime grow even thicker.
There was no questioning it. Blake knew they needed his help.
He takes a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for the transformation that was about to happen. He holds his hands out in front of him, concentrating the magical energy inside him to form as bubbles of light began to collect in between his open palms, the light taking shape and solidifying before it dimmed and showed a magical pink wand with a spinning five pronged star at the tip. “Lyna, Goddess of the Light.” I said, feeling his connection to the source becoming stronger. “I call upon your power. Please, lend me your strength.” The spinning star froze in place as the gem inside sparkled before it instantly shined on him, encasing the man in a barrier of solid light.
He started going through the mystical transformation, his body altering and shifting as he was transitioning to a magical girl. His feet became dainty, quickly being coated in white heels and his legs covered in long white stockings. While his thighs and hips began to widen and thicken and his… it sucked inward, waist beginning to narrow, a sparkling trail of glitter magically forming a small skirt and panties while it moved upward to complete the uniform. Their chest expanded outward, the uniform covering fully as the arms became slimmer, long white gloves encasing them. Blake’s face thinned out and become more feminine, the dark hair brightening to a light blonde as it grew longer while two magical ribbons began to split and tie the hair into two curly pigtails. A domino mask formed on her face as the process was now complete.
The shining barrier encasing Blake disintegrated into an array of disappearing sparkles as her new form was revealed. She quickly grabs the levitating wand in front of her with a confident swing of her arm along with a serious face. Only until a strong breeze blew across her legs and let her short skirt flap, her face quickly shifting to a red blush of embarrassment and discomfort. “Uggghhhh!!” She whined while bending her knees inward. “Oh, I wish there was a way to call upon the Goddess to make my skirt longer, or give me sweatpants or something.” She cried out in a more lighter and feminine voice. She pulled on her skirt to no avail, shifting on the roof in her newly formed heels. “Summer’s over now, and this is gonna be a huge pain in a couple mon-”
Screams echoed in the distance, and she quickly turns back to see the crowds running away from the park as she tightened her grip on the wand. “That’s an issue for later. Right now I have more important matters to deal with.” Blake charged forward, leaping off the building as she held the magical wand outward. Thin disks of light began to shape in the air over the road in a downward arch to the street, her foot landing on it as it bounced back like a miniature trampoline. Slowly but surely, she skipped along the steps until she softly landed on the sidewalk and made her way to join the battle.
Now, whenever evil forces barge their way into Blake’s life and threaten loved ones, or the city’s in need of a cute and powerful hero, it falls on him to give up their manhood to save the day. And making matters worse, in day-to-day life they have to deal with their bro friends talking about how they totally lust over his alter-ego. Maybe a crush seems far more interested in him as a busty heroine swooping in to save them from danger than in his ordinary form. Maybe he has a hard time relating with the other local magical girls whose team he inadvertently joined. Who on the team can he trust with this secret, if at all?
Above is just a writing example from me but nothing is set in stone. I’m looking for a literate role play around this concept and the emasculation that come with it. I can role play in either first or third person, and would like to focus on something plot driven and not just smut. My main limit is short replies, weak grammar and low effort chat invites like “Hey, I’m interested.” I role play in descriptive actions and long dialogue, and I expect my partner to match.
If you’re interested, the password is the name of the Goddess in the prompt above. I’d love to plot out the details with you. I’m very flexible on ideas and eager to see what sort of plot and story scenarios we can brainstorm.
I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+
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Inspired by the images, I would like to role play out a story or scenario where my character is transformed and downgraded into a doll-like puppet. Under the complete control of their master and treated more like a tool or object rather than a living person. Would love to brainstorm out a plot. Looking for something that's not totally 100% smut and has a bit of a story to it.
My main limit is short replies, weak grammar and low effort starting messages like “Hey, I’m interested.” and leaving it at that. I role play in descriptive actions and long dialogue. If my style is typing paragraphs and long posts and your response is a four worded sentence, we're gonna have a bad time.
Just send me a chat with the password 'Strings' and we can discuss it more.
I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+
I would like to role play out a story or scenario where my character is disguised as the princess so that his sister can explore the lands like she always dreamed of doing. Maybe we can play out a royal guard discovering the deception behind the curtain, or watch the prince partake in the daily lessons on how to act like a proper royal woman to prepare for when (s)he sits on the throne. Or maybe something else entirely. Would love to brainstorm out a plot. Looking for something that's not totally 100% smut and has a bit of a story to it.
My main limit is short replies, weak grammar and low effort chat invites like “Hey, I’m interested.” I role play in descriptive actions and long dialogue. If my style is typing paragraphs and long posts and your response is a four worded sentence, we're gonna have a bad time.
Main kinks are forced feminization, sissification, body transformation, crossdressing, mental change/influence, cock shrinkage, femdom, chastity, orgasm denial, non con, pegging, anal play, magical influence and much more. Just send me a chat with the title 'Royalty' and we can discuss it more.
I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+
Looking for something that's not totally 100% smut and has a bit of a story to it. I would like to role play a story where my character becomes (willingly or unwillingly) feminized and employed as a server at Femboy Hooters. Having to learn the ropes from the other femboy employees, dealing with customers, their boss, etc.
My main limit is short replies, weak grammar and low effort one-lined introductions like “Hey, I’m interested” and leaving it at that. I role play in descriptive actions and long dialogue. If my style is typing paragraphs and long posts and your response is a four worded sentence, we're gonna have a bad time.
Main kinks are forced feminization, sissification, body transformation, crossdressing, mental change/influence, cock shrinkage, chastity, bondage, orgasm denial, non con, pegging, anal play, magical influence and much more. Just send me a chat with the title 'Hoot' and we can discuss it more.
Below is a sample of my writing, though it doesn't have to be the start of the plot if you had any other ideas in mind.
Riley placed the stack of dirty dishes and silverware in the bus tub by the sink before taking a moment to breathe. He wiped his slender arm across his forehead, looking to his side and finding the dishwasher nowhere in sight. He must have been taking a short break. Friday nights were always busy, but that didn’t make it any easier to prepare for.
Before he knew it, Jamie appeared beside him, leaning backwards against the large sink with his hands propped up on the edge. Jamie was a good two inches taller than Riley, a light tan complexion to his skin with his brown hair in a bob cut with bangs that just reached below his eyebrows and sides that hugged his angular face with a prominent cute upper lip that naturally showed his teeth.
“I know you always tell me not to pry, buuuuut...” Jamie said in his tone that practically came with the eye roll. He had a habit of spreading gossip whenever the chance was given. “There’s a cute boy in a group that just came in that was mentioning struggles about not finding a job to his friends. Grey hoodie, some nerd shirt, baggy pants. Told the hostess to lead them to one of your tables.” He explained, probably overhearing their conversation while he was at the register.
Femboy Hooters was unique in that they were always looking out for new potential recruits to contact themselves, and not necessarily doing the usual recruitment procedure of putting out ads, ‘Now Hiring’ signs, and accepting resumes at the front counter (though they did do that last part). As the name suggested, being a femboy was the base requirement to being placed on the serving staff, which limited the hiring pool. This usually meant finding posted content online of femboys in the surrounding area and contacting them to see if they were interested. Though every once in a while, opportunity presented itself right in front of them.
“Hate to pile more work on ya, but you’re a good judge of character, so..” Jamie shrugged, not that sorry for the act. But he knew the boss was probably still looking after the no-show a month ago. A low vibrating buzz was then heard in three short bursts, and Riley turned his head to look over and see Jamie raising his shoulders and biting down on his lower lip. His bite turned into a soft smile before he pushed himself off from the counter. “Well, love to stay and chat, but my table three needs me.” He explained as he began to slowly head back towards the door.
Looking for a partner that would like to role play a story where my (or our) character(s) have shrunk in size for a while and are now living on a shelf, whether that be in an animal cage or dollhouse and have to rely on whoever lives in the bedroom for support.
My main limit is short replies, weak grammar and low effort one-lined introductions like “Hey, I’m interested.” I role play in descriptive actions and long dialogue. If my style is typing paragraphs and long posts and your response is a four worded sentence, we're gonna have a bad time.
Just send me a chat with the title 'Shrunk' and we can discuss it more.
I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+
I'm looking to play a sub who is subjected to a helpless little role through magic, whether that be from a genie, rival sorcerer, haunted house, supernatural force or anything of the sort. Below is an showcase of my writing and an example of a prompt we can play out but not necessary if you have another idea for a plot/setting in mind.
The main theme is my (or our) character(s) losing their independence and adapting to a new lifestyle full of humiliating scenarios by a force they're unable to fight against. Happy to brainstorm magical scenarios like the environment of the room changing into a nursery, or an illusion spell placed so that the public only sees and understands them as a helpless little.
My main limits are short replies, weak grammar and low effort chat invites like "I'm interested" and leaving it at that. I like to role play in descriptive actions and long dialogue. If my style is typing paragraphs and long posts and your response is a four worded sentence, we're gonna have a bad time.
I'd love to chat a little and imagine something up that fits both of our interests. I'm happy to play out a male or female character in this scenario, and either gender is fine for your character. Send me a message with the title 'Belittling' so I know you got this far. Hope to hear from you soon.
“Uuuggghhhh….” I groaned as my body slowly began to awaken. I tried to remember what happened last night. I got stressed out over everything, took a walk on the beach to clear my head, found an Arabian oil lamp washed up in the sand, met a genie, and made a wish. Was that all a dream? Magic surely wasn't real.
I sighed heavily, looking towards the ceiling and seeing… a crib mobile? One with trinkets hanging from it. There were tall wooden bars at my side, and a sense of worry as I looked down and tossed the blanket away.
“What the-” I gasped, finding my tubby body wearing nothing but a large padded diaper taped around my waist. Those events, they weren't a dream. It actually happened! I stood up in shock, my legs wobbling as I leaned against the crib bars and looked around the room and finding my bedroom transformed into some sort of over-sized nursery room.
"Morning sleepyhead!" The genie Zaina coos as she appears, noticing my wobbly stance and laughs softly. "Careful, sweetie, don't try to stand without my help, you'll fall." She hovers over the crib and gently scoops me up in her arms and settles me on her hip instead, chuckling at my disoriented expression. "So... how does it feel to be my lil' baby?"
I gaze at the nursery around me: complete with oversized plushies, a rocking chair, and various baby toys. My former bed now the crib I slept in, my desk now a changing area with a stocked shelf of baby supplies. "Forget me, what did you do to my room!"
"Cozy, right? Thought I'd use my magic changing the decor since I'm now your official caretaker. Your wish is still very much in effect. And..." She snaps her fingers, and instantly a bib with "Mommy's Little Handful" embroidered on it appears around my neck. "Ta-da! Ready for breakfast? I’m thinking mashed bananas. Doesn’t that sound yummy!"
"You can't be serious." I groan and complain as I rest in her hold. Zaina could only chuckle at my protests. "Oh-ho-ho, but I am serious!" She smiles and boops my nose. "You wished for no responsibilities, remember? That includes choosing what to eat. Lucky for you, I’m a merciful genie."
She floats toward the kitchen while holding me, where a highchair now sits in place of the usual dining chair. She plops me down into it and straps me in with a playful wink. It was like the whole house was magically catered to fulfill my badly worded wish. Once I was strapped into the high chair, I felt my arm muscles weaken as much as my legs muscles did. There would be no way I'd be able to even feed myself. Out of thin air she pulls out a bowl of mashed bananas and a spoon that gleams with magic. "Open wide, baby boy! Choo-choo!"
"Enough of this nonsense!" I barked back, looking up at the genie. "I wish that my previous wish was reversed, and that my life would go back to normal!"
Zaina stood there, looking down at me in the high chair before shrugging and dipping the spoon in the bowl of mashed baby food. "As I was saying, open wide! Choo-choo!" The spoon pressed past my lips as I tasted the mushy banana flavoring.
"What?" I stammered. "You said I had multiple wishes! I wish to be changed back!" I yelled out, practically ordering her to end this madness.
"You did." Zaina grinned, "But you wished for no more responsibility." She leaned closer to me, her eyes almost gleaming with mischief. "And you can't be a master of the lamp without any responsibility.” Zaina fed me another spoonful, relishing in my struggles to resist. "That's right, sweetie, there's no escaping the rules of my lamp." She giggled softly as she fed another spoonful. "You're stuck in this adorable, squishy body with no responsibilities. That's the deal. Now say 'ahhh'..."
"You... you can't be serious!" I whined, hyperventilating as the realization dawned on me. "I... I can't live like this! I don't want to be stuck like this forever! Please, you have to change things back to the way they were!"
In a demented way, Zaina twisted the wish in her favor and preferred this. Now that she was forced to take care of someone who couldn't care of themselves, she didn't have to spend every night inside the lamp. She was free to move around the house as she wished, as well as use her magical abilities freely and as much as she pleased. In a way, she was the master now, having someone who had to follow her command.
"Ohhh, but sweetie. You wished for this!" She boops my nose again, her eyes twinkling. "You could undo it... if you were still my master. But since you wished away all responsibility, which includes owning the lamp, then technically.… you’re just my widdle baby now!"
She snaps her fingers and a rattle magically appears in my chubby hand. I felt my chubby fingers wrap tightly around the rattle all on their own, my weak arm muscles making it flair wildly and make noise as I tried to let go. It was like I didn't have control over my own body. I really didn't have any decision making whatsoever. "Now play nice while Mommy redecorates!"
I watched as Zaina lifted her open hands and guided swirls of magic around the house as the whole area began to reshape and transform. In the kitchen alone, colorful magnet letters appeared all across the fridge, three photos held up on the fridge showing a timeline. Me finding the lamp and meeting the genie, when I was transformed, and the third photo of me right now, babified in a high chair. The glasses and plates on the dry rack soon transformed into plastic bottles and plastic plates.
"My house!" I screamed as I watched it transform further. I watched the living room soon becoming littered with baby toys and a baby walker as well. A baby bouncer was soon fastened in the corner, along with a stroller appearing by the front door.
"Ohhh, isn’t it perfect?" She spins around, admiring her handiwork as pastel colors and plush decor dominate the space. "Now it’s actually fit for my widdle chubby baby!"
She floats back over to me in the high chair, gently undoing the tray that held me in place. "And don’t worry," she coos, "Mommy’s got allll the time in the world to take care of you. No more jobs! No more stress! Just fun times ahead!" She lifts me out of the high chair, my pudgy legs kicking uselessly as she carries me toward my new play area.
I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+
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I'm looking for a role playing partner to help play out something with characters in a band that get on stage while diapered. I don't exactly have a plot in mind at the moment, so open to brainstorming something out. Maybe the manager is their caretaker backstage, or this is just some weird curse they're enduring. Perhaps they're a popular band in the diaper dimension. Maybe they're only diapered, or the stage is fully a little space, with the guitarist and bass player in bouncers while the drummer sits in a walker.
My main limits are short replies, weak grammar and low effort chat invites like "I'm interested" and leaving it at that. You will be ignored otherwise. I role play in descriptive actions and long dialogue. If my style is typing paragraphs and long posts and your response is a four worded sentence, we're gonna have a bad time.
I'd love to chat a little and imagine something up that fits both of our interests. I'm happy to play out a male or female characters in this scenario, and either gender is fine for your characters. Send me a chat invite with the title 'Rhythm' so I know you got this far. Hope to hear from you soon.