The story of our world is a difficult one. It is wrought with strife. With struggle. With hardship. The species known only as 'man' spread out amongst the cold, the hot, the humid. The land of quakes, of floods, of waste. And in these environments, they flourished. They changed. Their bodies adapted to where they were, all to accomodate the harshness of the reality in which they lived. Some grew scales, breathed fire. Other took on the form of beasts of the land. Others still became one with the world around them. Regardless of how they did it, they survived and flourished. All so that their children, and their children's children could have one summer, one winter, one life easier. And, as some historians believe, we went from 'man' to the more politically-correct term: 'monsters'.

It was hard in [CURRENT YEAR]. The summer was far too hot. It was nearly hitting 85 degrees! Fahrenheit! The ice machine in the office wasn't producing the massive amounts of ice it normally was, it was only producing some, and the yeti that worked right next the mess hall was hoarding all of it. My centaur neighbor chipped the apartment wall with her shoe and instead of patching it, my landlord had just slapped a door on it and rented it out to a faerie. Now I can't even walk around my house without a little voice from inside my wall asking what I'm up to today. Nothing could be worse.

The only saving grace, truly, was the minotaur who lived across the hall. She was unbelievable. Unbelievably good-looking! She was tall drink of water (or milk, I guess.), with two cute little horns sitting on her head. Often, I saw her walking around with cut tennis balls over them, little point-protectors. Super cute. And her fluffy tail which hung behind her and thrashed when she was happy, or flicked her dress back into place when it was caught on something, was adorable. But, I suppose what mainly caught my attention was the massive, giant, oversized breasts that she sported. Bordering on the size of enormous, overripe pumpkins, she didn't even try to flaunt them, they just were a black hole for attention, turning heads, drawing eyes... And I was no exception. It was a miracle that her back didn't break whenever she stood up. And, of course, it was a miracle that she even talked to me. Let alone more than in passing. But here we are...

Hello my magnificent monster brethren and sistren! Today I come bearing lavish words of monster-y pontification! To explore the bodies of monster-kind in a way that is a little less than scientific and a little more horny!

A little detail on the prompt itself: I am looking for a (preferably) long-term, detailed roleplaying partner who would like to play as mundane monsters! The modern monster is not just, in fact, those who take advantage of a broken and deeply flawed capitalist system... It's also centaurs! And faeries! And all that stuff in between. I would love to play with someone who in interested in exploring this sort of world, but also someone who has a deep interest in sizeplay particularly. Which brings my to my next point.

~Sizeplay~

It is really important to note that this is a sizeplay-related prompt no ifs, ands, or buts. And while I do have limits on my sizeplay, generally the sizes will be unrealistic and go far beyond the traditional cup sizes. If that does not interest you, I completely understand, but please, do not come to me with the intention of saying that 'F cups are already pretty big'. Sizeplay is a core element of this roleplay. Just letting everyone know.

Specifically about sizeplay, I love to increase the size of our character's sexual assets. Breasts, balls, cocks, and asses, these are all game for a bump in size! My limit in regards to sizes is when they start to limit mobility. So generally, I like the term: 'Pushing the bounds of reality rather than destroying them.'. If this is amenable to you, please read onward!

~World Building~

Creating the world is always a fun experience! While it's not as big a priority, I think that sometimes, the best part about these sorts of creative prompts is the way that we integrate strangeness into the modern world! With so many people of differing body types and interests, of course the world would be far stranger than our own. So please, feel free to explore such a universe and what sort of changes might arise with a diverse reality.

~Other Kinks and Fetishes~

I have a veritable laundry list of other kinks and fetishes, and basically the only things off limits are, well, my limits. So the following list is non-comprehensive, but just things that come to mind immediately.

• Lactation
• Risky Situations
• Cumplay
• Cheating (depending on the scene)
• Romance
• Foreplay
• Public/Exhibitionism
• Oil/Lube
• Voyeurism
• Cuddling/Cuddlefucking
• Ballplay/Breastplay
• Worship (Breast, Cock, and Balls)
• Dirty Talk. Lots of dirty talk.

~Limits~

Like many, I have limits. And while I do consider myself to be very open-minded, I don't want to say that these are my only limits. So while everything on this list is for sure not anything that I'm interested in, it's not all-encompassing. Sometimes things slip through the cracks, you know?

• Heavy BDSM/torture
• Gore
• Snuff
• Scat
• Incest
• Non-con

So if it's not on this list, feel free to run it by me! Worst I can do it say no, right?

~OOC~

• Obviously real life always comes first.
• Roleplaying is not an obligation, it's for fun.
• We both have to be 100% percent on board. Consent is sexy.

I don't mind talking and chatting and getting to know my partners either. I love to know who I'm playing with, and what sort of things you like and what sort of person you are! We can be penpals in more than just one way! Just know that I will never ask for personal information/pictures/private connections, nor give them out.

~Literary Expectations~

While I myself am not Melville, I definitely expect at least some modicum of effort on behalf of my partner. While I certainly am not a fan of forcing out a certain number of paragraphs or words from my partner (dynamic writing is always going to be necessary… Sometimes things need to slow down or speed up, or have a conversation or revel in ornate beauty.), but I myself tend to write 5-6 (or 3-4 large, bulky) paragraphs. And I very much like to focus on the specific details and concrete elements in addition to story, dialogue and action. In fact, I would much rather prefer a more mundane story if the details are so much more fleshed out, but I think that I’m in the minority there. Regardless, I won’t hold anyone to absolutely, always write a certain amount, but any writing that we do share should at least have effort contained within it.

~Conclusion~

Well, I think that covers about everything... I don't think that there's anything else that needs to happen... Though I will admit to being a bit of a drama queen and more than a little picky. I understand if this is no one's cup of tea, but if it is... Feel free to send me a little orange envelope or reach out to discuss playing on Discord. I am unlikely to respond to RedditChat, however. Hope to hear from you soon!