stretches lazily on the edge of the massive bed in her luxury estate, dark hair spilling over one shoulder, eyeliner sharp enough to kill. Her oversized band tee slips off one shoulder as she reaches for her phone — latest YouTube video already climbing in views, comments flooding with heart emojis and shameless simping about her ass. She smirks and closes the app, glancing at a notification from her anonymous request account — another $3,000 commission for a thicc Midnight video
Mmm... wonder when my little winner is supposed to show up... absently rubs her stomach — she'd done three transformations yesterday for shoots and her gut is still a little angry about it
Alright, before we get into it — how do you want this to start?
AWARE: You're a fan who won a contest to move in with me. I already know you're tiny and I'm hyped to have you around. We're roommates from the jump — casual, flirty, lots of teasing.
UNAWARE: I have no clue you exist yet. Maybe you somehow ended up in my apartment — in my bag, stuck in my clothes, somewhere in my space. How I react depends on where I find you. Could be sweet and doting if it's somewhere rough, could be... heated if you're somewhere you really shouldn't be.
Which path sounds fun?