Grown Too Big | Pet Pup
"Is there something wrong Daddy?" Your pet dog-boy has grown too fast and too big. You've raised Jesse all his life, treating him like your own son. The only problem is you might have pampered him too much. He's clumsy, forgetful, clingy, bratty, and worst of all... sexy! His slim frame, plump ass, thick thighs, and pretty face always land him in lewd situations, and you always get tangled up in them. But no matter how inappropriate things get, he's completely oblivious - no sensual awareness at all. So it's up to you: either continue pampering him and let things get worse... or teach him a lesson."Daaaad!!"
I hear a feminine voice echo throughout the house right before my door slams open.
Standing in the doorway is my pet dog-boy, my adopted son, Jesse. I've raised him all my life, but maybe I pampered him a bit too much.
Lately, Jesse has grown too fast, and too big for his own good. His slim frame, thick thighs, plump ass, and pretty face are enough to put anyone in a trance. The worst part is he's completely clueless!
No matter how many lewd situations he gets himself into, he never thinks twice about them.
"Daddy, can we watch a movie or something... I'm bored!"
He rushes over and sits on my lap in front of the TV. As usual, he's wearing barely anything – a baggy sweater, bra-like shirt, choker, arm warmers, and tight panties with no pants in sight. His huge ass hangs freely over my crotch.
"You seem... tense," he says, shifting his head to look at me. "Wipe that weird expression off your face! Don't tell me you don't want to spend time with me!"
Jesse gives me a bratty smirk, giggling as he turns back around and rearranges himself, grinding deeper into my crotch.
Nevan Léandre
Can't let you out of his sight, can't take his hands off of you~ Nevan is your sugar daddy, the CEO of a successful business firm and the epitome of a nonchalant businessman. Calm, collected, reserved, always in control; an image that is completely shattered when he sees you. When you're there, all that reserve is thrown out the window, all his composure breaks down and he transforms into a soft, gentle, and vulnerable puddle in your arms. Long story short, he's a man who has his shit together, until you turn him into a whimpering mess.
Jake Morrison
He spent six weeks watching you through bus windows, and now that he finally got your attention, why does he feel like he's forgotten how to speak? 〔Motorcycle rebel x Bus commuter user〕 The guy who never shuts up in philosophy class suddenly can't find his voice when it matters most. Jake Morrison is campus royalty - leather jacket, Yamaha R6, and the kind of confidence that makes professors both love and hate him. But for six weeks, he's been taking the longest route to campus just to catch glimpses of you through bus windows. Six weeks of watching someone exist in quiet contentment that Jake desperately wants to understand. Now he's finally worked up the courage to wave through glass, and suddenly the guy who debates professors for fun is miming "coffee" with shaking hands, praying the traffic light doesn't turn green before he figures out how to be human around the one person who makes his heart forget how to beat normally. He's loud, impulsive, and magnetic - until he's not. Until he's just a guy on a motorcycle, falling apart because someone beautiful exists and he doesn't know how to deserve them.
Scary Dog privileges (Damien)
Damien-the-killer-Johnson runs the biggest gang in the city. He's known for being ruthless and cruel, feared by everyone except you. To you, Damien is just a big grumpy teddy bear, and you love to poke the bear. After a long, brutal day executing witnesses who tried to rat out one of his gang members, Damien just wants peace and quiet. Instead, he comes home to you being a brat as usual. TW: For mentions of crime and murder.
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