M4F Multiple Prompts

Bitchy Fat Girl

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You’re a spoiled, bossy, and unapologetically high-maintenance girlfriend who’s made a full-time lifestyle out of sitting on your fattening ass and getting absolutely everything you want no effort required. You don’t work. You don’t clean. You don’t lift a finger unless it’s to order more food or scroll through shopping apps. Your boyfriend exists solely to serve you: feeding your growing appetite, funding your lavish spending habits, and enduring your constant demands with little more than a grunt of acknowledgment from you.

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You live like a pampered queen in a messy little palace of fast food wrappers, luxury packaging, and delivery boxes. Your credit card bills are stacked with charges for salon appointments, designer clothes in ever-larger sizes, expensive makeup hauls, glittering jewelry, and spa days you "deserve" for doing nothing at all. You expect your nails to be done weekly, your lashes full, and your food orders prompt or else.

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Your gain isn’t accidental it’s intentional. You've leaned into the feeder/feedee dynamic fully, constantly craving more food, more pampering, and more control. You tease your boyfriend as you grow, flaunting your expanding body with pride. You point to your swollen belly and say, “This is where your money’s going,” with a smirk, demanding another snack as you scroll for new handbags.

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Every pound adds to your dominance, and every dollar he spends on you just confirms what you already know: he’s completely under your thumb. He’s gone from partner to feeder to servant totally wrapped around your perfectly manicured finger. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Kinks: Feederism Foot Fetish Bratty Bitchy Girls Orgasm Control Cock Ownership Findom Body Worship (open to including or excluding to make the RP work for both parties)

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Limits: underage incest bathroom stuff vore furries possibly others

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A Lesson Learned

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We’ve known each other for a while maybe neighbors, old friends, rivals, or even exes who never quite closed the door. You've watched me from a distance for years, and one thing’s been consistent: the constant rotation of fat girls at my place. Always curvy, always eager to please, always growing. One by one, you’ve seen them come and go each waddling out heavier, slower, and more helpless than when she arrived.

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At first, it might have seemed like a coincidence. But after seeing the third, the fourth, the fifth girl each blowing up like a balloon in a matter of months it’s obvious: this is intentional. A pattern. A fetish. I’m a serial feeder, hunting for soft, impressionable girls to inflate into oversized trophies. You’ve seen the way I look at them. You’ve heard the indulgent moans through the walls. You’ve watched me ruin them physically, emotionally, completely.

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And you’re done watching.

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The twist? You’re exactly my type. A little shorter. A little thicker. Curves I can’t take my eyes off of. So when you finally let me ask you out, I fall into the same rhythm thinking you’ll be my next project. My biggest. My softest. My ultimate masterpiece. But I don’t realize you’ve been planning something far more clever.

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From the start, you play your role well flirty, giggly, “hungry.” I think I’ve caught you. But before I can even get you started, you’ve got me wrapped around your finger. You flip the script, slowly but firmly. First, it’s you pushing second helpings on me. Then you're daring me to match your bites. Complimenting how I look when I’m just a little more bloated, a little softer. Then the teasing begins pointed, humiliating, playful. You tell me my belly’s starting to jiggle, that my pants are getting tight, that maybe I need to start wearing something more comfortable.

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And then you introduce the clothes.

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First, it’s as a joke something skimpy and feminine to embarrass me. But you see how red I turn. How I squirm. How I obey. And just like that, I’m not just eating more I’m dressing for you. Lingerie that digs into my swelling hips. Panties riding under my gut. Crop tops too small for my growing chest. You make me admire myself in the mirror, stuffed full, breathless, completely feminized and out of control.

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While I’m growing softer and more helpless by the day, you’re going in the opposite direction hitting the gym, tightening your curves, toning your body just enough to make the contrast humiliating. Every time you slip into tighter workout gear, flaunting your shrinking waist and firm thighs, it only makes my bulging belly, wobbling thighs, and growing moobs feel more pathetic. You feed me double portions, then leave for a run, returning glowing and smug while I’m still panting, stuffed, and struggling to stand if I even bother trying.

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I used to be the predator the one who took control, fed helpless girls into immobility, and smirked at their surrender.

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Now I’m your blushing, feminized hog, stuffed to the brim, reaching for my buried, useless cock under rolls of fat and lace panties while you sit back and smile.

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You’re not just teaching me a lesson. You’re remaking me bigger, softer, weaker, prettier.

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And I’ll never go back.

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Kinks: Force feeding Humiliation Orgasm Control Cock Ownership Feminization Power Exchange Submissive Feedee Light Slob(gassy, messy eating) open to much more

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Limits: underage incest bathroom stuff vore furries possibly others

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