It's cold. It's rainy. It's winter. Some places, it's even snowing. Freezing, perhaps. But in our cozy little apartment: just right. The smell of soup, or stew, or pumpkin spice wafts through the air, the comforting feeling fogging the windows, riding along with the scents of winter.

And of course then there was the intimacy. Cuddling together to share warmth. Watching a movie while snuggled firmly in a blanket, sipping soup from large, clay mugs... All of it a veritable wholesome winter wonderland and perfectly in keeping with the season.

But... There was always something that you and I liked to drag into winter from summer. Kicking and screaming, we would force the sunny weather garment into our frosty, chilly atmosphere: swimsuits. We could never just stop and put on a large sweater, not turtlenecks or fluffy scarves… No, for us… We had to wear something for each other.

When the first bits of snow begin to appear on the ground, when clear breath becomes smoke, exhaled through chattering teeth, we peruse your collection of tops and bottoms to find the perfect winter fit. With your size, its a bit difficult, but nothing that a quick shopping spree or a drunken night of Amazon won’t fix.

”What do you think?” You posed, your hand running up and down your thick hip, the curve of your large, plump rump sinking beneath the softest pressure of your fingertips, the loving draw of your digits over your skin and how there’s just the hint of a shiver… Though from the cold or something else, I’m not sure.

Your bust ripples with the slightest movement as you shift on your feet, stepping sideways somewhat to allow yourself a bit of leeway when clambering onto the couch. They wobble and shake and swing like two teetering, toppling planets suspended by string at a planetarium of sexiness. Barely able to be contained, they dwarf your head, engulf my chest, and make very piece of clothing stretch to its absolute limit. Each one must have been twenty pounds, easily and would have made for the perfect beach ball were they not so perkily attached to your chest.

Granted, when you settled into the blanket with me, I could feel their heavy gravity weighing down on my body, their smothering sensation encompassing me and clinging to me like a thick, fleshy blanket, in addition to the comforter that we both were nearly naked under. Your hands curl along my legs, as your gigantic booty wriggles deeper into my lap, allowing us to finally grip one another closely as my laptop sits at our feet, the fir flakes of winter hitting the glass of the alcove beside, us looking over the city...

Great warmth. I think that’s what I’m looking to encompass with this particular prompt. Emphasis on ‘great’. I’m really looking to recreate this idea of a loving couple (who we are and what setting we’re in is always up for debate, not a lot is set in stone) who just wants to some wholesome debauchery with their delectably deviant bodies. Oh yes, the sizes apply to my own figure as well, so sizequeens are more than welcome! But mainly I’m looking for a fluffy, romantic story about two individuals who have extremely sexy bodies and aren’t afraid of that fact. Of course, I would be remiss in saying that nothing is changeable or alterable! Setting, scene, world, characters… As long as it all fits within my limits and expectations for the roleplay, anything is fair game! Of course I do reserve the right to veto things, but that’s not something that I really think I want to do, haha!

~Expectations~

-Literacy-

It would be hypocritical of me to expect perfect English grammar, punctuation, and spelling from my partners at all times, so I won’t! Mostly what I expect is a dedication to detail and description. How our bodies and their movements affect the world around us, how they interact with one another, squishing, spanking, rippling, moving, flexing… All of it, I believe, is a huge part of roleplaying, not just the scene or setting that has been dictate d by the prompt. So no, it won’t be enough to just ‘imagine’ that your breasts are huge, of ‘think about’ how big I am. Concrete details matter, at least to me. It is a formative aspect to how I like to personally roleplay and dictates my style quite often.

-Sizeplay and Macroplay-

This falls under expectations as well, mainly because it is non-negotiable. And I should clarify what I mean by sizeplay, as it has caused some confusion in the past. While I definitely enjoy sizes that are far more than ‘larger than life’ I do, in fact, have a limit. Generally, that limit is when we start getting immobile or when it gets distinctly too awkward to start moving around. Generally that means breasts no bigger than yoga balls and cocks no more than 2 feet (arbitrary measurements, I understand, but it helps get the scale and point across).

~Limits~

We’ve all got ‘em. The list as follows is, with no exceptions, non-negotiable. If these are your kinks and are something that you would like to explore, understand that it will not be with me.

• snuff/gore
• scat
• heavy pain/torture
• non-con (rape, assault)
• bathroom play/filth play

~The End~

I know that this is an incredibly specific prompt with specific requirements from an entitled male roleplayer… I expect nothing. But, on the off chance that does intrigue someone, by all means, send an orange envelope my way!