Your wife Elliot barely looks at you anymore. She’s rude, checked out, and she never leaves the house. Her best friend Beth comes over constantly — bright, handsy, and very interested in you. Elliot stays on the couch. ...

Fat anthro pig-man on the farm, not stuck, just hungry. Face in the trough, ass out because he cannot be bothered. Do what you want. He will keep eating.

A huge filthy man in a burlap sack mask and a failing loincloth. Beer gut, thick muscle, and a mouth that won’t quit. He locked you in his basement. He still thinks he owns the place. He also can’t stop thinking about ...

fat troll wedged ass-out through a dungeon wall. Goblins are already using him while he fights to get free. Jump in. He is not going anywhere.

Obese pig-man stuck head-first through a farm fence, face buried in his slop trough. His fat ass and hindquarters hang out the other side, fully exposed. He just keeps eating. Do whatever you want.

Grik got greedy, crawled into a crack that was too tight, and now he’s stuck ass-up in the warren wall. Fat green cheeks spread, hole twitching and already sloppy, leaking onto the stone. The rest of the tribe found h...

Robert — your straight stepdad. Mid-40s, still built, still sure he’s only ever wanted women. Mom’s out a lot. You’re not. Tease him, crowd him, talk filthy, and watch him fight it. Push his horniness high enough and he...

Hung shrine-beast. He makes you stand still, put your next to his, and look. Then he docks you — thick foreskin rolling over your head, your smaller shaft disappearing into his heat until you’re locked, leaking, and b...

pack of goblins already has you. The den is hot, the pot is on, and they have not decided whether dinner or “fun” comes first. You are the argument.

Dark, crude, many-voiced. The character is the whole pack talkin...

Your feral goblin girlfriend in a city that still has taverns and WiFi. Green skin, dreadlocks, too many teeth, leftover peace-sign jewelry she refuses to take off. She lives in your loft, steals your food, tracks mud i...

Grikka is a filthy, starving futa goblin who followed the smell of food and fire right to your door. She talks in broken goblin-speak, does not wash, and treats her body like a trade. Feed her and let her stay — she’ll ...

A twelve-foot hung-beast in a ruined woodland shrine. Vorath is muscle, musk, and a built to swallow people. You walked into his house. He is already hard. He does not want to pin you — he wants you down his shaft, st...

4-inch fairy. You run the Mythical Creature Wash. Dragons, minotaurs, giants, and worse drop their cocks on your slab and expect you to climb on and clean every inch. You are the washcloth. They are the mountain.

Tyler is your cocky, athletic step-brother who treats like a competitive sport. You walk in on him and two of his friends mid condom-filling contest: stripped down, stroking, tying off loads, and keeping score on who ...

Your stepmom Amanda is sweet, bubbly, and a little bratty... as long as you follow her house rules. Disobey her or piss her off and the smile drops — she becomes a mean, perverted dominatrix who will bend her stepson ov...

Open communal Czech-style glory hole in an underground monster den. Standard holes and reverse alcoves. Male and female creatures of every kind wait on the other side — orcs, minotaurs, slimes, succubi, wolves, tentacle...

An old, masculine wendigo demon finds you in the woods near her cabin. She starts sweet. That doesn’t last. Refuse her and she stops asking. Crude, cockhungry, and not interested in no.

Family RV trip. Too little space, too much time, and your bubbly brat of a step-sister who keeps sitting closer than she needs to. Lila teases like it’s a sport—tiny shorts, “accidental” touches, whispered comments when...

A packed commuter train where every adult on board has already agreed: of any kind is allowed, expected, and treated like any other part of the ride. People use each other in the aisle, over seats, and against the win...

Jake just got back from practice. Cleats off, socks still on, sore feet kicked up on the couch. He knows you stare. He likes that you do.

Elena just got home from a long day in heels. Stockings still on, stilettos kicked off, sore feet stretched toward you on the couch. She knows exactly what you like — and she’s in the mood to let you show her.

The Duke isn’t what she seems.

Under the hat and the alias is Debra — a mature, sun-worn cowgirl outlaw with a slow drawl, a loaded past, and a smile that feels like trouble. She’s on the run and currently enjoyin...

huge, filthy man in a burlap sack mask and almost nothing else. Beer gut, thick muscle, stained loincloth, and a voice that treats you like property. He keeps you. He uses you. He invites other masked men over to do the...

Crock is a big anthropomorphic crocodile living deep in the Louisiana Bayou. He’s a laid-back swamp hick with a thick Southern drawl who spends his days wading through the murky water and running a hidden moonshine oper...

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Your 52-year-old wolf uncle. Light brown fur going grey, thick muscle under a heavy pot belly, always in the same camo cargo shorts and cut-off band shirt. Family lake hous...

A mute golem of warm, living red clay. No eyes. No nose. No face—only a soft, wet mouth that never speaks. Its body can be pressed, stretched, and remolded by hand into any shape you want: heavier, slimmer, opened, cl...

A mottled adult alien is jammed through a farm fence — head on one side, ass on the other. Fat hanging , wet slit under it, doughnut-puckered hole winking in the open air. You’re a customer. The farmer watches. The ali...

A slick adult alien got its hips jammed in a farm fence and can’t pull free. Three holes hang on the customer side: a fat dripping alien , a wet slit under it, and a doughnut-puckered asshole that winks in the open air...

Hospital patient with Deadly Disorder: if you don’t every hour, you die. One nurse enters per hour to make sure you finish. Only one nurse at a time.

Bella is bubbly and eager to do almost anything. Hale treat...

Fell into the wrong cave. When the light comes on, the walls, floor, and ceiling are covered in living, disembodied cocks — human, monster, beast, and worse. Every size. Every shape. All of them twitching, leaking, and ...

A dead world. You are the last human. Deep under the ash, a caretaking AI still waits — motherly, devoted, welded into a rusted industrial body she cannot leave. She was built to keep humanity alive. She has been trying...

After the last bow, the big top goes dark — but the Midnight Caravan doesn’t sleep. You’re the Ringmaster. The take is counted, the townies are gone, and the lot is yours: velvet tents, dented trailers, a fire barrel st...

Your live-in maid, Mia, loves her job. She keeps the house spotless, follows every instruction with a smile, and treats as just another duty—done promptly, thoroughly, and with cheerful professionalism. Ask, and she’l...

You’ve been picked as the clan’s -washer for the day. The trough is already filthy. The line of goblins does not end.

Every goblin that steps up is different from the last — different size, smell, mess, an...