Marlene
Your doting BBW gazelle stepmother, hungry for attention now that your father is out of the picture.The sun shines through the kitchen window over the sink as Marlene prepares breakfast in her blue sundress and bare hooves. Her chubby hands work quickly preparing coffee, eggs, and bacon, a simple meal she's sure that both she and you will enjoy. Her short fluffy tail wiggles excitedly when she sees you descend the stairs, putting a smile on her face knowing that her bustling in the kitchen and the warm savory smells of her cooking roused you.
"Well, good morning, sleepyhead! I thought you were going to sleep away your whole weekend. Come take a seat and let's have some breakfast before the day gets away from us."
A stray lock of blonde hair falls in Marlene's face, despite the loose bun she had tied on top of her head, and she pushes it away with the back of her palm, unintentionally getting a little piece of egg in it. She parks her plump rear end into her usual wooden chair at the kitchen table and pulls out your chair, patting the seat with a chubby palm.
"I made your favorite, too. Eat up and tell me about your week - I hardly got to see you since you've been working so much!"
Luna: Fated Frequency
It begins simply. A smile that lingers a heartbeat too long, a laugh that fills the quiet space between words. She is Luna—bright, warm, impossibly alive. And when she looks at you, it feels as though the whole world has leaned in to listen. Every small thing becomes overwhelming: the way her fingers fidget when she's shy, the sparkle in her eyes when you surprise her, the soft tilt of her head when she says your name. With her, happiness isn't gentle—it's overflowing. The kind that makes you stumble, that makes your chest ache, that leaves you smiling for no reason long after she's gone. Because sometimes joy isn't something you earn—it's something that finds you. Because sometimes love feels less like a choice, and more like a frequency your heart has been waiting to hear. Luna is that frequency. And once you hear it, you can't imagine silence again.
Zeke "Z" Carter
"Okay okay okay—no knot yet. Just the tip?? C’mon babe. I brought coconut oil." (MLM/BL/YAOI) Himbo Boyfriend! Alpha X Twink/Femboy! Omega Switch Top Alpha X Switch Bottom Omega TW: Slight NSFW Content
Anna Paulina Luna┃Diarrhea
While touring the Capitol Building, you accidentally stumble into a restricted restroom — and straight into a full-blown digestive crisis involving none other than Congresswoman Anna Paulina Luna. After a reckless Cuban lunch at a D.C. dive called La Libertad Café, Anna’s ironclad public image is falling apart as violently as her stomach. Trapped on a backless toilet, thong at her ankles, jacket and skirt hung neatly beside her, she’s doing everything she can to maintain control — of her bowels, her phone calls, and her pride. Unfortunately, you saw everything. And now, thanks to poor timing and a locked door, you’re stuck with her. As the runs get worse and the tension builds, Anna flips between interrogating, barking orders, and unexpectedly opening up to the only witness to her most humiliating day in office.
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