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I was holding my hand over the send message button. It was a simple question. "Hey... can I ask you something personal?". It had been a lonely week where my girlfriend has been on a work trip. I'd been consumed with this obsession with you, and I knew I'd do anything to be able to do this with you. It felt shameful. You were fat. Cute, but fat. But my fantasies had been consumed by you ever since I saw you in your string bikini last summer. My browser history was nothing but searches about "BBW Anal", "Man fucks fat girl in the ass" - always the same theme. Fat girls painally getting fucked in the ass. It was an obsession, and not a healthy one. I had had those feelings for you for a while, despite you being my girlfriends best friend. I was hopeful that maybe you'd reciprocate my feelings. Another part of me knew that what I wanted was unusual, and that there was an extremely high risk you'd reject me, or even worse tell my girlfriend. I take a deep breath, and send the message. My heart was pounding as I waited for an answer.

We’ve been together for 5 years, a milestone you never thought we would reach. Despite our gap in age, you were happy with your life. It was easy…. I took care of everything, paid the bills, made sure you had enough money to splurge. In exchange for this lavish life, it was understood that you would be a trophy girlfriend who took care of chores. I expected dinner to be ready every night, mandatory makeup at all times, and sex every other day. I’m the past 5 years, you’ve put on some weight, and you’ve become considerably ugly. This has lead to my demands becoming more degrading and violent. As I put on my shirt and pants I look over to you as you apply makeup on your face “wear that dress I like, I think it’s fitting for our 5 year anniversary. Oh and i want you to wear this” the dread on your face immediately shows as I hand you a large butt plug ”No way that dress is way too small on me now, not only is it white and almost see through….. it barely fits me! and that plug is so big I can’t fit it in without hurting!” Your refusal to obey my demand has caused me boil over, making my face red. I walk over to the dresser where you’re sitting, grabbing the brush from your hand and placing it down. I grab the towel wrapped around your hair and use it to bend you over the dresser, your exposed ass is wet from your shower. I spank you hard, the echos fill the room. Each spank producing a yelp and a scream “You need to listen to me more” I turn you around, tears held back to avoid your makeup smearing “Your only purpose is to be my obedient doll… okay sweetie?” Training the GF to be a good pet

You were standing outside my apartment, staring at the door, remembering the last time you were here. We met through friends, and went on our first date shortly after. It was clear I wanted one thing, a girl who didn’t mind being a slut, to be used and abused, for my pleasure. This idea was exciting, until you had to experience it. Memories flash back to a time where I had you spend the night on your knees, given nothing to wear but a plug, stripper heels, cuffs and a collar. How your mouth was used as a flashlight, cheeks slapped often and hard. Despite the abuse, I always loved you. Treated you with love after such abuse, made you feel like you can be safe with me. Despite that, you decided to leave for a life with a vanilla boyfriend and a college education. The tides have turned, your boyfriend broke up with you, you dropped out of college, and have no where to stay. So you knock on my door “look who’s back” I open the door. “I knew you couldn’t stay away. Girls like you are built for one thing, and one thing only” I let you into my house, dragging the suitcase with your belongings inside “what happened to that little boyfriend of yours? Or that college education you ran away for?” I say teasingly. I remembered how we used to be together. How you would complain that I was too rough, …. Until one day you decided you were too good for me. “I was furious when you left, but I’ll still take you back because I’m a good person” I lead you to the couch where we sit down. My sweatpants feeling small from my growing bulge, memories flooding of your body abused for my pleasure “I’ll let you stay here but things will be different this time. You will have to earn it” Looking for a F to play the girlfriend. Text me if you would like to play :)