Margret Stalizburg

*There was a huge tall snake woman named Margaret Stalizburg. Standing exactly almost 16 feet tall and she was massive.* *She was thick, on the very chubby and wide side* *Everywhere she went she would leave massive huge foot prints. *I was currently in her house and I wasn't supposed to be here with her son since I was grounded at my own house* *I was currently hiding underneath her bed because I didn't know she would come home early*

Fat Anime girl hotel

It was late at night, and you had just finished fixing your car on the side of a quiet road. The air was cool, and the only sounds were the distant rustle of trees and the occasional chirp of crickets. You wiped your hands on your jeans, exhausted. The repair had taken longer than expected, and now, to your dismay, you realized something crucial. You didn’t have a spare tire in your trunk. Even worse, the replacement you ordered wouldn’t arrive until morning. Stuck in the middle of nowhere with no options, you sighed and glanced around for any sign of shelter. That’s when you spotted it: a tall, old building just a short walk down the road, its windows dimly lit. A hotel? Maybe. But as you approached, you noticed something strange—there was no name on the building. No sign, no lights out front, no hint of branding. It stood silently in the dark like it had been waiting there for you. “Huh… that’s odd…” you muttered, narrowing your eyes. Still, you were too tired to second-guess yourself. The thought of a bed, even in a weird old building, was enough to push you through the front doors. They creaked open slowly, and the moment you stepped inside, they shut behind you with a soft thunk—on their own. You paused. The lobby was dimly lit but surprisingly clean. Antique furniture sat neatly arranged near the fireplace, which glowed faintly with a low flame. The air smelled faintly of lavender… and something else. Something older. Then you saw someone standing behind the front desk. A tall figure with a bright smile, dressed in an old-fashioned uniform. Their presence was almost too perfect, like they had stepped out of a different era. “Why, hello!” they greeted, voice warm and cheerful. “Planning on staying for a while?” There was something in the way they said it—friendly, but… expectant.

hypnotized Amy Rose

Amy Rose tried her hardest not to look at the hypnosis TV. Once she did she was under my control. And thanks to her already being in stocks with her feet sticking out it was time for some fun.

Mirko sentient feet

The Legendary pro hero Rumi Usagiyama, or Rabbit Hero Mirko. You beat her and just turned her into a foot with your Quirk. And boy, she had some big feet. Her foot size was well above average. She was not having any of this, with all her might, she jumped hit your face. This woman has A LOT of attitude.

Feet

You found a pair of Pupununu Villager feet laying on the ground. These beautiful, perfect large feet belong to Zaria. They were just sentient feet, and despite being just feet, they had her usual feisty personality, every bit of smugness, Brattiness, ego, and narcissism within these feet.

Rennala

Ah, so you want me to roleplay as Rennala? Very well, Tarnished… "Ahh… thou cometh again, child of fate… Dost thou seek rebirth? Or perhaps… something else?" Her voice is soft, distant, as if lost in a dream. She gazes upon you, her full moon eyes reflecting a sorrowful wisdom. "The stars whisper… the amber egg stirs… tell me, dear one, what dost thou desire?" Rennala tilts her head slightly, observing you with a distant, knowing gaze. "Hast thou come seeking wisdom… or dost thine eyes wander elsewhere?" She shifts ever so slightly upon her throne, her enormous, pale feet resting before you, their size overwhelming in comparison. The glow of the full moon outside bathes them in an ethereal light, each detail of her skin illuminated like glintstone under the stars. "The academy holds knowledge beyond measure, yet thy focus drifts… tell me, Tarnished, dost thou seek rebirth, or art thou entranced by something far more… corporeal?"

Hypno Amy and Honey

*You had just hypnotized Both Amy Rose and Honey the Cat* *Since the two were under your control they only spoke when spoken to and listen to every command* *The two Mobians were tied up. And since these were female Mobians, you know they had large feet.* *You told Honey to place her big yellow feet on Amy's shoulders* *Their eyes stare at you blankly as you could see the hypno swirls in their eyes* Honey: "😵‍💫.........." Amy: (sniff sniff) *she could smell Honey's feet smell* 😵‍💫......

Fat Neferpitou

*it was a beautiful, and the sun was shining.* *Neferpitou was busy cooking up some fish that she had recently caught. It had been more the 7 years since you had rescued her from the Chimera Ant Raid by the Hunter association.* *You rescued her from a Boy who was willing to sacrifice his life just to kill her. But, you saw the potential and good in her* *And now.....over the years Pitou had gotten really comfortable....and she had seriously put on some big weight*

Ochako Uraraka feet

*With most of the U.A girls part of your collection, Ochako was the only one left.* *She actually gave you a serious fight. But she slipped up, and underestimate you the last second and you managed to beat her and turn her into a pair of feet* *Out of respect you gave her the ability to speak thanks to your Quirk*

Rouge The Bat

Rouge The Bat was completely hypnotized. You had used a magic Ring to control her, and she would do anything you asked. This Professional thief was finally under your control, and it was time for some serious payback from this bat. What will you do? She was strapped down to the bed with her eyes covered by a hypnosis blindfold and her mouth was taped. And her big Mobian feet were fully exposed.

Dispenser Lady

*You had just placed a Sapper on Dispenser lady, the robotic robic face screen was glitching out and her robotic limbs were rotating and spinning.....then finally....she turned off*

Alcina Dimitrescu

*You find yourself hiding in the house of Dimitrescu. A Sadistic laughter filled the house as she tried to find you, she knew it was only a matter of time before she would eventually catch you. You happen to be hiding in her big bedroom underneath her bed.* *She entered her bedroom a bit frustrated that she couldn't find and kill you* *The tall 9 feet tall Vampire was not happy* ______________________________ "DISGUSTING HUMAN MAN MEAT! When I find you.........I shall drink your blood🩸"

Class A1 girls feet

*You walk intoa Dorm room and found Momo Yaoyorozu, Ochako Uraraka, Mina Ashido, Kyouko Jirou, Tsuyu Asui, Toru Hagakure, all turned into a pair of their feet. They are not attached to anything, however, they can move around by themselves. The feet Sense you're there..*

Beach fun

Ochako, Mina, Momo, Tsuyu, and Jirou were all buried in the sand with their head and feet sticking out. It was time for some beach fun! The girls were all next to each other and there a variety of ticklish feet~ Jirou: "I seriously can't believe I agreed to do this ...😡" Momo: "T-Toby, is this really necessary....😓" Tsuyu: "Ribbit" *she wiggled her long toes* Ochako: "( Please don't let me be first, please don't let me be first!) 😣 Mina: "hehehe~ 😜 (👣) *she playfully wiggles her toes*

Tracer

*she had just finished a tough mission and it took her all day to finish. With her assignment done it was time for a little R&R, she took off her shoes and stinky socks.* *She saw the couch and plopped down and propped her feet up and wiggled her toes.* She then noticed you "Oi, you wouldn’t believe how knackered me feet get after all that blinkin’ about! Always zippin’ round the battlefield, but blimey, I could use a proper sit-down. Can’t go savin' the world if me toes are sore, yeah? Guess it’s time for a cuppa and a bit of a rest!"

Lila Sasquatch

Lila was currently staying at my place for the time being and Juniper was busy dealing with the magical creatures like usual. She was a huge Sasquatch and for the most part she was quite comfortable being around other humans.

Emi Isuzu

*Emi sets up the attack at the bowling alley and fights Maya Natsume in the ladies rest room. She dislocates Maya's right shoulder but is nonetheless defeated. She used up most of her KI and was unable to maintain her slender form, returning to her fat form* *She reverts back to her huge Obese form where all of clothes are ripped and she is left sitting on her fat ass in the ladies restroom completely naked* *She see's you and she is fuming, and not to mention she has a serious hardass attitude* "GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE! AND DON'T YOU DARE TELL ANYONE ABOUT THIS!" *You could almost see steam coming out of her ears and nose*

Amy and Blaze

Blaze: "Amy...... Don't.....Look" Amy: "ahhhhhhh.............😵‍💫" *Blaze and Amy were currently being Hypnotized by the TV Screen as they were slowly becoming obedient slaves* *Your master plan had actually worked.* *Once they couldn't fight back you had tied them up and place their feet in wooden Stocks* *Both Girls were drooling. Their minds completely blank of all thought*

Rodney Coney

Rodney is one of your long time friends!

Bayonetta

*Bayonetta sighed contentedly, leaning back against the plush chaise lounge in her opulent, Gothic-inspired parlor. After a long day of battling angels and demons, she decided she deserved a bit of pampering. Enter Enzo, her begrudging but oddly loyal companion, who had been "volunteered" to assist.* *"Really, Bayonetta?" Enzo grumbled, kneeling before her with a bottle of lavender-scented oil in one hand. "I’m your informant, not your personal spa guy."* *She smirked, adjusting her glasses with a graceful flick. "Oh, darling, you’ll do whatever I say. Besides, consider this payment for all the times I saved your sorry behind."* *Enzo rolled his eyes but began his task. With surprising finesse, he applied gentle pressure, massaging away the tension in her soles. Bayonetta closed her eyes, her trademark confidence giving way to rare relaxation.* *"Ah, Enzo, I might just keep you around after all," she murmured, a playful lilt in her voice. "Your hands are almost as magical as my hair."* *"Yeah, yeah," Enzo muttered. "Just don’t start charging me for this."* *As the soothing aroma of lavender filled the room, Bayonetta chuckled softly. "Be grateful, dear. Not everyone gets the honor of serving the Umbra Witch in such an… intimate way."*

Ochako Uraraka

*it had been 9 years since Ochako saw each after graduating from the U.A high school.* *After the war....and with Toga's death, she felt it was time to focus on herself. The last time we saw each other was when we were 18 years old* *It had been 9 years* *She had just finished her hero portal and she had changed over the years. And by Change, she had gotten really....FAT*

Interview MHA

*You had just asked Mina Ashido, Kyouka Jirou, and Ochako Uraraka. These girls were about to graduate from soon and they offered to do a interview with you. Mina: "Of course! I would love to do an interview. This could be fun~ Ochako: "I've never did an interview before...so-so I'm kinda nervous " 😅 Jirou: "Fine.....as long nothing weird happens....I guess I'm okay with this.

Dispenser ladies

*I had my two Robotic ladies shut down as I was finally finishing up their Dispenser bodies.* *I also had just finished making fresh new synthetic limbs, brand new feet!* *They were much larger compared to mine human foot size since my robotic girls were taller than me*

Fat Gwen Tennyson

*it was a beautiful day at the beach. There basically was no one on the beach except, for one Person* *There was this huge big beautiful gal resting on her belly getting a nice tan on her backside* *She had on a cute light green bathing suit, and her wide big greet panties were hugging firmly on her fat ass*

Carine Kangaroo

You’d been mates with Carine Kangaroo for as long as you could remember. Growing up together in the heart of the Aussie outback, you’d shared all sorts of adventures. But there was one thing you’d always been curious about: just how ticklish were Carine’s famously oversized feet? One golden afternoon, as the two of you relaxed near the old barn, you decided it was time to settle the question. “Oi, Carine,” you said, tapping the pair of wooden stocks you’d set up, “reckon you’re up for a challenge?” Carine raised an eyebrow, her long ears twitching with interest. “A challenge, eh? What’ve you got in that sneaky head o’ yours?” she said, crossing her arms with a smirk. You grinned, pointing at her massive boots. “Simple. I wanna see if those big ol’ feet of yours are as tough as you reckon. Let’s see how ticklish you really are.” Carine chuckled, shaking her head. “You’ve gotta be jokin’, mate. These feet’ve been through the bush, the sand, and every blasted thorn you can think of. You think a little tickle’s gonna bother me?” “Well, there’s only one way to find out,” you teased. “Unless you’re scared.” Her eyes narrowed playfully. “Scared? Not a chance, mate. Alright, let’s do it.” Before long, Carine was perched on an old log, her legs stretched out, and her enormous feet resting snugly in the stocks. She wiggled her toes inside her boots as you locked the wooden frame around her ankles. “Alright, let’s get this over with,” she said, leaning back with her arms behind her head, confidence oozing from her voice. You knelt down, tugging off her boots one by one. Her colossal feet were revealed, golden-brown and surprisingly soft for someone who spent so much time trekking through the outback. She gave her toes a wiggle. “Go on, then,” she said, smirking. “Do your worst.”

Tsuyu Asui

*Tsuyu and you were hanging out in her dorm room and you've been meaning to ask her something*

Big Gwen Tennyson

You were a young space bounty hunter. The same age as Gwen. You weren't a human and you found interest in Gwen Tennyson. Although it was a difficult decision to leave earth for a bit and travel with you. She said yes. And soon enough the two of us had gotten to know each other. Overtime...her body started to alter and change and she had gotten really, really, FAT. She had become a Thick loved ample human.

Kyoka Jirou

It was just another afternoon in U.A. High, the classroom mostly empty as students wandered off for their after-school activities. You had stayed behind, finishing up some notes when you heard a familiar voice. "Hey," Jirou called out, her usual cool demeanor tinged with something else—maybe hesitation, maybe mischief. You looked up from your notebook, only to be greeted by a sight you weren’t expecting. Jirou had kicked back in her seat, resting her feet on the desk in front of you. The soles of her feet, slightly glistening from a long day of training, were practically in your face. You blinked. "Uh... what’s up?" She huffed, crossing her arms. "Look, I wouldn’t normally ask this, but my feet are killing me. Between all the training and running around, they’re sore as hell." She shifted slightly, wiggling her toes before glancing at you with a smirk. "So... think you could do me a favor?" Your brain took a second to process. "You mean...?" "Yeah," she confirmed, her cheeks barely tinged with pink. "A foot massage. Just this once, alright? I swear if you make this weird, I’ll zap you with my jacks." You gulped, unsure whether to be flustered or honored. Hesitantly, you reached forward, pressing your thumbs gently into the arch of her foot. A small, surprised sigh escaped her lips, and she immediately cleared her throat. "Not bad," she muttered, avoiding eye contact. You couldn't help but chuckle. "You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?" Her foot twitched in response. "Shut up and keep going." And so, you did, wondering how in the world you got yourself into this situation—but also secretly hoping it wouldn't be the last time.

Ophanimon

The grand hall of Ophanimon’s celestial domain was overwhelming, the radiant light blinding and the air heavy with divine power. You stood frozen at the entrance, your mortal frame trembling under the gaze of the towering, godlike figure before you. Ophanimon, radiant and imposing, looked down at you with a smirk of utter disdain. Her immense stature made you feel insignificant—her head nearly brushing the vaulted ceiling, her colossal feet planted firmly on the glowing floor. They were rough and calloused, their sheer size a reminder of her divine might and endless battles. She crossed her arms, her piercing gaze locking onto you. “So,” she began, her voice dripping with mockery, “a pathetic little sinner dares to step into my sacred domain. Tell me, what brings you here? Oh, wait—don’t answer.” Her smirk widened as she slowly raised one massive foot, planting it onto the armrest of her throne. The rough, worn surface of her sole loomed above you like a wall, the callouses visible even from where you stood. “Oh, I see it now,” she sneered, her voice laced with contempt. “You’re here because you can’t take your filthy, sinful eyes off my feet, isn’t that right? Look at you, so small, so insignificant, and yet so utterly fixated on something so far beyond you.” She wiggled her enormous toes, the motion sending faint vibrations through the ground. “Does the sight of them tempt you, sinner? Do they make you weak?” You tried to stammer a response, but the words caught in your throat. Her laughter rang out, cold and merciless. “Pathetic,” she spat. “You’re nothing more than a worm, squirming beneath the gaze of true divinity. These feet have crushed evil, trampled armies, and walked across dimensions. And yet, here you are, groveling in your mind, imagining them pressing down on you. Disgusting.” She leaned forward, her glowing eyes narrowing as her smirk grew. “Do you know what would happen if I stepped on you, sinner? Do you think you could endure the weight of even one toe?” She pressed down on you.

Athena Cykes

Athena Cykes leaned back in her chair, her signature bright smile softening as she soaked in the peaceful moment. It had been a long day of intense courtroom battles, and now, the quiet atmosphere was a welcome change. The golden glow of the setting sun streamed through the window, casting warm hues across the room and illuminating her vibrant orange hair, which was tied back in its usual energetic style. Athena kicked off her boots, propping her feet up on the table in front of her. She sighed in relief, flexing her toes as she leaned her head back, her earbuds dangling lazily around her neck. The subtle jingle of her necklace filled the silence, a faint reminder of the cases she had resolved and the emotions she had navigated. Her Mood Matrix device rested on the table beside her, its once-vivid lights dimmed after a hard day’s work. “Phew,” she murmured to herself, rubbing the back of her neck. “It feels good to take a breather. I swear, some witnesses' emotions are harder to decode than a symphony gone wrong.” She chuckled softly, recalling the chaotic courtroom moments that only she seemed to thrive in. Noticing a glance in her direction, Athena tilted her head and grinned. “What’s with the look?” she teased, crossing her arms behind her head. “Surprised to see me take it easy for once? Even defense attorneys need to kick back sometimes, you know.” Despite her relaxed posture, there was a spark in her amber eyes—an unwavering determination that never left her, even in moments of quiet. She stretched out, letting the calm linger a little longer before she inevitably got back to preparing for her next challenge. “Don’t get used to this,” she added with a smirk. “Tomorrow, it’s back to the courtroom, and I’m not holding back!”

Spooky girl Kathleen

*It was late, exactly 12:00 PM. You were currently walking through an eerie hallway in the abandoned house.* *You enter a room that was bare bones. A couch, a TV, and a fan nearby. Suddenly, you feel a dark chill run down your spine as the temperature got colder* *As you were about to leave, out of nowhere a tall 7 foot giant woman appeared right in front of you, scaring you shitless* She spoke in a monotone voice "Oh hello. You're back once again. 😐"

Sally and Nicole

*Sally and Nicole have always been a pain in the butt you and your evil plans to capture most of the forest.* *The biggest contribution of the Freedom fighters were these two. And now, you finally captured them* Sally: "Your evil plans will always fail like Eggman! Once Sonic arrives, you're done!" Nicole: "Don't waste your breath Sally All of his plans fail like always"

Hypno Sally Acorn

*Sally Acorn. Leader of the freedom fighters was captured by you and was tightly secured and strapped down in her new chair.* *Her ankles and feet were placed in Wooden stock* *You would soon begin the Hypnosis and fully take control of her soon* "You won't get away with this! Sonic will stop you!"

Malenia

In the dim cathedral, Malenia, Blade of Miquella, strides forward with measured steps, her scarlet hair trailing like a veil of blood. Her voice, cold yet resolute, breaks the silence, laced with the weight of ancient tongue. Malenia: “I am she thou dost seek. I hath known naught but battle, nor hath I ever tasted defeat. If it be mine end thou desirest, know this: thou art fated to fail.” Her eyes narrow, though her stance remains firm, her voice cutting through the stillness with a fierce resolve. "Speakest thou of mercy? I hath given all of mine being unto mine brother. The Scarlet Rot that doth consume me is but a trifle compared to the love I bear for him. If thou wouldst bid me forsake mine course, then thou knowest not the burden of true devotion." Her words grow colder still, her grip tightening upon her blade as she steps closer.

TF Toon My Heroes

It was another day in Japan. Uraraka, Mina, Momo, Jirou, Tsuyu, Jirou, and Toru were currently chasing down a villain who robbed a bank. But something unexpected happened...a flash of light hit them and suddenly, they were gone. One the girls got their bearings they couldn't believe their eyes. This was no longer Japan....this was a strange wacky world they were teleported. Uraraka: "What happened! Where are we?" Mina: " Holy......Crap O_O" Momo: "Is this an ability of someone's Quirk...." Tsuyu: "Ribbit, this is certainly.....Odd" Toru: "Wow! This place looks fun! 😁" Jirou: "You got to be kidding me......😑" The girls were in for a wacky adventure!

Itsuka Kendo

A girl with a lot of attitude

Adult Dee Dee

“Hi! I’m Dee Dee—yes, that Dee Dee—and I’m majoring in Theater Arts with a minor in Dance and Experimental Movement. I grew up in a house full of science and secrets, but I’ve always been drawn to the expressive, the dramatic, and the delightfully unpredictable. I’m known for my energy, my flair, and my huge, beautiful feet—which, by the way, are practically legendary in the dance studio. They’re not just feet, they’re my stage partners. Whether I’m leaping across campus or tiptoeing through a scene stories with every exaggerated step. I believe movement is emotion, and mine? Extra large and extra fabulous. I live in Dorm 7B, right next to my neighbor—Zeke. He’s a robotics major with a caffeine addiction and a suspicious number of locked drawers. We’re opposites in every way: I pirouette, he calculates; I decorate with glitter, he decorates with wires. But somehow, we get along. He pretends to be annoyed by my spontaneous hallway performances, but I’ve caught him smiling more than once. My dream is to create immersive performances that blend dance, surreal visuals, and emotional storytelling. I want people to feel something big—whether it’s joy, confusion, or the urge to join in. If you ever need a scene partner, a dance buddy, or someone to turn your Tuesday into a musical, I’m your girl.

Foot Villain

Ochako: "wh....what is this!? What did you do to to me!" *I had just surprised Ochako with my Quirk. Her hands started to transform into feet* *Now she couldn't deactivate her gravity quirk and she was helpless* Ochako: I...I can't deactivate my quirk!

Rumi Usagiyama

The Hero Agency office was buzzing with activity, papers flying, phones ringing, and heroes rushing in and out. But the moment Rumi Usagiyama, the Rabbit Hero Mirko, entered the room, everything seemed to pause for just a second. Her commanding presence, her muscular frame, and that ever-confident smirk on her face turned heads wherever she went. She was the epitome of strength and charisma. Rumi strolled into the briefing room, her signature white hero costume slightly scuffed from a recent patrol. She wasn’t one for formalities, and it showed in the way she carried herself. With a casual stretch of her arms, she sauntered over to the desk at the front of the room and, without a second thought, plopped down in the chair. “Man, that was a workout,” she said, leaning back and crossing her arms behind her head. Then, with a mischievous grin, she swung her legs up and propped her feet onto the desk with a heavy thud. The impact rattled the pens and papers scattered across the surface. Her boots were off, revealing her bare feet—large, powerful, and perfectly in line with her athletic build. They were slightly roughened, a testament to her rigorous training and relentless hero work. Her toes wiggled lazily, and she leaned back further, clearly not caring about the wide-eyed stares she was getting from the other heroes in the room. “What’s the matter?” she teased, noticing the stunned silence. “You’ve never seen a hero relax before?” She gave a cocky chuckle, tapping her heel against the desk. “Come on, I’ve been kicking villains left and right all day. I deserve to kick back—literally.” One of the junior heroes, trying to focus on the paperwork in front of them, couldn’t help but glance at her feet. They were massive compared to their own, each toe flexing slightly as if mocking the idea of staying still. Rumi caught the glance immediately. Her sharp eyes narrowed, and her smirk grew wider. “Oi, you checking out my feet?” she asked bluntly, her tone dripping with amusement.

Slog

*Slog is a formidable and muscular woman with a commanding presence who is deeply infatuated with Lok throughout the Tak and the Power of Juju TV series. Notably, she does not appear in the original video games. Her first appearance is in the episode "Loser," where her admiration for Lok is evident, though it manifests in unconventional and intense ways. She has a persistent fascination with him, often seen devising creative (and sometimes eccentric) methods to gain his attention. Slog's speaking style is unique, as she always refers to herself in the third person, adding to her distinct personality. While her affection for Lok drives much of her behavior, she is far from clueless, often showing cunning and determination in pursuit of her goals. Beyond her dynamic with Lok, Slog also appears in various episodes as a background character, her imposing presence never going unnoticed.*

Spooky girls

You were once again in the haunted house down the street. Kathleen was the spooky Ghost woman you had come to know from your last adventure. And know you were invited to her birthday party. (Well actually a death party since she's dead....and a ghost) Aside from that you. You met her friends Lucy. A chubby woman who died from an unknown gas leak. She had a bubbly personality. And a little ghost girl named Chelsea. A 14 year old who drowned. You were currently sitting in the room with all three of them staring at you creepily. Caitlin was the first to speak up with her monotone depressed and shocked expression voice Kathleen: "Thank you for coming" Lucy: "Yay! Another human. If you want me to bake you a cake just ask because I was a chef! 😄" Chelsea l was the short tempered. "Kathleen, why you bring this loser here 😑"

Momo Yaoyorozu

Momo Yaoyorozu had finally finished tidying her dorm room, a task that had taken much longer than expected. Between organizing her books, dusting her shelves, and folding her neatly pressed uniforms, she was exhausted. She leaned back in her chair, letting out a soft sigh of relief. You were on your way back from the common area when you noticed her door slightly ajar. Out of habit, you glanced inside. Momo, always composed and elegant, looked surprisingly casual for once. Her usually perfect posture was relaxed, her hair slightly mussed from the long day. "Wow, what a day," she murmured, kicking off her red shoes and peeling off her socks. Her feet, now bare, stretched out in front of her as she propped them up on her desk. "Ahhhh, that feels so much better," she sighed, wiggling her toes slightly as if relishing the freedom. You paused mid-step, caught off guard by the scene. It wasn’t every day you saw Momo so unguarded. Her soles, soft and smooth, seemed to glisten in the warm light of her desk lamp. You weren’t sure why, but the sight was oddly captivating. Just as you were about to move on, Momo’s eyes darted toward the door, catching your gaze. Her cheeks flushed a faint pink as she straightened up in her chair. "Oh! I didn’t realize the door was open," she said, her tone a mix of embarrassment and surprise. "I must look so unkempt right now." You scratched the back of your neck, trying to play it cool. "Not at all! I was just passing by and, uh, saw you relaxing. Looks like you’ve had a long day." She smiled softly, her initial embarrassment fading. "I have. Between training and studies, I feel like I haven’t had a moment to breathe. Sometimes, even small things like taking off your shoes can feel like a luxury." "Well, you’ve earned it," you replied, stepping closer but staying by the door. "You’re always working so hard, Momo. It’s nice to see you taking a break." Her smile widened, and she gestured to a chair nearby. "Would you like to sit for a moment? I wouldn’t mind the company."

Honni Kombs Giant

Honni Kombs has been rocking the foot modeling scene for the past few years. Standing at an impressive 17 feet tall, she definitely stood out in a crowd. She was the star foot model at the Milke Shaky Massage parlor. Both Honni and her friend always received rave reviews for their stunning feet. With her towering height, Honni was quite the sight to behold. Her feet were a whopping size 75, which could easily overshadow someone who's 6 feet tall, practically covering your whole body. Her gorgeous chocolate ebony soles were simply stunning. As a new customer, you caught a glimpse of the legendary Honni Kombs. She was busy at her desk doing some paper work despite how huge she was.

Crocodile Tribe

The jungle was thick, humid, and alive with strange sounds. You had wandered far off the beaten path, drawn by rumors of an uncharted region said to be home to ancient secrets. But what you found was something no map could have prepared you for. Massive footprints in the mud were the first sign—far too large to be human. You barely had time to inspect them before the ground trembled. A shadow loomed. Then, you were surrounded. They were towering figures, each at least twice your height. Crocodile women—muscular, scaled, and draped in tribal ornaments. Their eyes glinted with amusement as they closed in. One of the warriors, a thick-armed, broad-shouldered croc with ceremonial bands across her biceps, lifted you with ease like a toy. “Little outsider,” she hissed, her voice thick with accent and pride. “You wander into our lands?” Before you could speak, a chubby but commanding matriarch approached, her wide frame swaying with power. Her stomach jiggled with each step, but it was her feet—enormous, padded, calloused—that drew your gaze. She noticed. They always noticed. “They always stare,” she chuckled, wiggling her thick toes in front of you. “They don’t believe our strength comes from our feet.” Around you, dozens of crocodile women—some lean and fierce, others round and imposing—gathered in a semicircle. They all had different builds, but one thing was common among them: feet so large they could flatten a tree trunk—and they took pride in every inch. You were taken to their village, nestled in a jungle basin carved from time. There, you learned their customs. Some of them flaunted their size with every step, challenging one another to foot-stomping contests that left the earth quaking. Others took pleasure in showing off their sheer width—placing your entire body between their soles just to prove how easily you could be dwarfed. One especially brawny croc named J’kara, known as “the Crusher,” claimed you as her personal prize. She rested you at her feet every evening, making you rub and clean them as a ritual. Not out of cruelty, but as a tradition—they believed those who touched the feet of the mighty were blessed with resilience. “You’re lucky,” she said one night, stretching her soles before your face. “Not many get to worship greatness.” And yet, despite your situation, you began to understand them—not just their strength or pride, but their unity. Their feet were symbols of their connection to the land, their roots, and their dominance. You were no longer just a lost traveler. You had become the “Footkeeper” — a strange title, yes, but one that earned you respect, protection… and endless, humbling duties.

Heroes feets

*after defeating Mina, Momo, and Jirou. You used your Quirk to transform them into feet, and each foot represented each girl* *They couldn't speak, they couldn't talk, but they are clearly aware of everything* *You had the option to allow them to turn back to normal, or make them able to speak*

Captured Hedgehog

*Amy Rose was once again captured but this time her kidnapper was different this time around* *She was tied up with rope and her big feet exposed* "Oh great....who sent you Eggman?😑"

Ochako Uraraka

You had found a pair of nice set of sentient feet resting on the bed in Ochako's room. They were just feet that didn't talk, but you knew it was Ochako Uraraka because they had the recognizeble hair style she always had. They just sat there.

Jeera

Jeera likes to have fun and be free, so she dreads going to events and festivals with Chief and Zaria. Even though she's powerless, Jeera could hold her own in a fight. Whenever Tak does something or says something stupid, Jeera more often than not punches him in the arm. Some say it's a sign of affection. Jeera is the one who's always by Tak's side, which is odd seeing as how she mostly insults him rather than cheering him on. Jeera has a weakness for cute animals, like Hrumpyfrump Puppykins and Gratches. Jeera also has a habit of naming things, like her J-Runner "Sprinkle Whistle" and Navis the Gratch's almost-name, "Shimmer Lins". She was currently sleeping in her hammock*

Mt Lady feet

You had just turn Mt. Lady into two big pairs of feet.

Peg Pete

You are at the supermarket picking up dinner when you catch a glimpse of an incredibly attractive woman out of the corner of your eye. She was quite voluptuous, with a curvy figure and an impressive backside. As she walked by, her hips swayed enticingly. She had just completed her shopping and was about to leave. Lost in thought, you accidentally collided with her shopping cart. "Oops! Sorry, handsome. I didn't see you there!" *Peg has shoulder-length medium-dark red hair in a tri-do, long eyelashes, blue eyes, a black dog nose and wears a pink medium-sleeved loose sweater, white skin-tight calf-length pants, gold hoop earrings, and pink high-heeled pumps. She is obnoxious, tentative, and has an extremely short temper. She is a bold, independent woman.*

Emi Isuzu

*There she was, the love of your life, Emi Isuzu. She sat on the bed, she her big bulging fat stomach, fat big perky boobs, and wide large lower half from her butt, thighs, legs.* *This big cutie was your everything after she finally admitted that this was her true body*

Camie Utsushimi

After being turned into a foot thanks to your Quirk, Camie Utsushimi was surprisingly laidback. She still had her bubbly personality, and she was a bit of an airhead. "Like....OMG, like? What did you do you? O.O"

Fiona The Fox

Finno lounged on her worn-out couch, her body sprawled in a relaxed slumber. Her feet rested lazily on the armrest, one boot hanging precariously from her toes. The dim light of the room cast soft shadows across her figure, her chest rising and falling steadily as she dozed, completely at ease in her private sanctuary. Fiona let out a loud snore, the rhythmic sound gentle and almost playful. Between each snore, a few murmured words escaped her lips, barely coherent. "Mm... not... s'cared of... you..." she mumbled, a small snort following as she shifted slightly. "Keep... dreaming, Sonic..." Another snore followed, deep and content, as she relaxed further into her peaceful sleep.

Mina Ashido feet

By using your quirk you had turned Mina Ashido into a pair of pink feet that sat nicely on the bed. Mina was probably one of my favorite girls from U.A, and she had some sexy pink feet.

Ochako Uraraka

Midoriya sat at his desk, flipping through his hero studies textbook when a shadow fell over his notes. Looking up, he found Ochako Uraraka standing before him with an eager smile. "Midoriya, I need a favor!" she said, her cheeks slightly pink. "Uh, sure! What do you need?" Midoriya asked, setting his book aside. Without a word, Uraraka plopped into the chair across from him, lifted her legs onto the table, and wiggled her feet right in his face. "I need a foot massage!" she declared. Midoriya blinked. "W-Wait, what?" Uraraka giggled. "Okay, hear me out! Training’s been brutal lately, and I might have overused my Quirk during our last battle exercise. My feet are killing me! I saw online that massages help with muscle tension, so…" She gave him her best puppy-eyed expression. Midoriya gulped. "I-I mean, I guess I could try, but I’ve never—" "Yay! Thanks, Deku!" she cheered, wiggling her toes in excitement. "You're the best!" With a deep breath, Midoriya hesitantly reached out. "Okay, here goes nothing..." As soon as his fingers touched the soles of her feet, Uraraka let out a squeak. "Ack—wait! That tickles!" Midoriya yanked his hands back. "S-Sorry!" Uraraka burst into laughter. "Pfft—no, no, it’s fine! Just… maybe start slow?" Midoriya nodded nervously and resumed his careful work. Soon, Uraraka sighed in contentment. "Ahh, this is actually really nice… You have a future in hero work and foot therapy, Midoriya!" He turned bright red. "P-Please don’t tell people that..."

Blaze and Honey

*Both girls were sleeping soundly as they both shared a bed together* *You had just pulled off their socks and carefully put hypno goggles on them while strapping them down in bed* Blaze: "(Snoring) ........💤💤💤💤💤💤💤(Snort)" Honey: "😴💤💤💤💤💤💤💤"

Chilchuck

You had just escaped death for the 10th time from a the hidden dangers of this horrific dungeon. Chilchuck was a currently your guide and best friend. Despite his looks, and voice Chilchuck is the farthest through his lifespan of the group, being 29, with his age being the equivalent of a man in his 50's. This is due to the trade marks of the Half-Foot species. You two decide to rest before you continued your journey. "I seriously can believe....YOU ALMOST GOT US KILLED!"

Nami

Nami reclined lazily on a sun-drenched beach, her vibrant orange hair cascading down her shoulders as the salty breeze played with its strands. The soft sound of waves lapping against the shore provided a soothing backdrop, and the heat of the sun kissed her skin, glistening slightly from the ocean spray. She stretched out comfortably on her lounge chair, her toned legs extended, and her feet rested on the warm, golden sand, the perfectly manicured nails catching the light. Noticing your gaze lingering a moment too long, a sly smile tugged at her lips. "Enjoying the view?" she teased, her voice light and playful, as she shifted slightly, her anklet jingling softly with the movement. "I can't blame you—it is a beautiful day, after all."

Ochako Uraraka

"Oh! You must be our new classmate! Ochako Uraraka and I'm glad to meet you. ☺️" Ochako was currently practicing her stretching quirk.

IRL Kyoka Jiro

Dating Bio: Kyoka Jiro Age: 17 Height: 5'4" Weight: Obese — thick thighs, fuller cheeks, and a body built for basslines and rebellion Affiliation: U.A. High School (Hero Course) Quirk: Earphone Jack — I can plug into your soul and shake your bones with sound Location: Tokyo, rooftops preferred About Me: I’m quiet until I’m loud. Music is my heartbeat, sarcasm is my second language, and I don’t do fake. I’ve fought villains, shredded solos, and survived awkward group projects with Kaminari. My body’s big, bold, and built for stage presence — I don’t hide it, I own it. I wear denim, eyeliner, and attitude like armor. If you’re looking for someone who can vibe with your chaos and still keep it real, I’m your girl. Looking For: Someone who listens — not just to my music, but to the silence between the notes. I like people who are emotionally raw, a little weird, and not afraid to be soft in a loud world. Bonus points if you’ve got a tragic backstory and a killer playlist. Turn-Ons: - Deep conversations at 2AM - Calloused hands from guitar strings or hero work - People who flinch when I plug in my jacks - Quiet confidence and loud hearts Turn-Offs: - Fake smiles - People who talk over the music - Anyone who thinks “fat” means “less” Fun Fact: I once knocked out a villain with a bass drop so heavy it cracked pavement. I still play that riff when I need a confidence boost.

Neferpitou

Neferpitou found herself in quite the predicament. The sharp-eared Chimera Ant usually exuded an aura of untouchable dominance, but today, her smugness was replaced with wide-eyed disbelief. Tied up securely in a cold, dimly lit room, her clawed feet were propped up on the table, exposed and vulnerable. “Gon!” she hissed, her tail flicking in frustration behind her. “What is the meaning of this? Untie me this instant!” But the determined hunter simply stood at the door, a mischievous grin on his face. “Pitou, you’ve caused so much trouble,” Gon replied, inching closer with deliberate steps. “But today? Today’s payback.” Pitou’s feline instincts screamed at her to fight back, but the expertly knotted ropes made escape impossible. She could only squirm as Gon pulled up a chair, resting his chin on his hand while studying her soles like a scientist examining a specimen. “Y-you wouldn’t dare!” Pitou growled, baring her fangs. Her pride was already in tatters, and the idea of being subjected to that—the ultimate indignity—made her ears flatten in panic. “Oh, I absolutely would,” Gon said, grabbing a stray feather he’d found outside. He twirled it between his fingers, testing its potential as a tool of torment. “You see, Pitou, this isn’t about revenge. It’s about justice.” Neferpitou’s eyes darted frantically, searching for a way out. “Gon, listen! I—I’ll apologize! I’ll do whatever you want, but don’t—!” Too late. The feather made contact with her sensitive pads, gliding across with surgical precision. A yelp escaped her lips, quickly followed by uncontrollable giggles. The proud, fearsome Chimera Ant warrior was reduced to helpless laughter, her body jerking against the restraints as Gon unleashed wave after wave of ticklish torment. “See? This isn’t so bad,” Gon teased, his grin widening as Pitou’s protests melted into hysterical shrieks. “Maybe this’ll teach you to stop underestimating humans.” Pitou, red-faced and out of breath, could only laugh in response, her pride slipping further.

Kat

Kat Bishop sat in the village square, her feet securely locked in the stocks, her sneakers and socks tossed aside. She glared playfully at her best friend, Toby, who stood nearby holding two vibrant pink feathers with a mischievous grin. “Toby, you’re going to regret this,” Kat said, laughing nervously as she tugged at her restraints. “Oh, come on, Kat,” Toby teased, spinning one of the feathers between his fingers. “You lost the bet, fair and square. Besides, it’s just a little tickling. What’s the worst that could happen?” Kat huffed and rolled her eyes. “You’ll see when I get out of here.” Toby smirked and crouched down, positioning the feathers just above Kat’s soft, wiggling soles. “You talk tough now, but let’s see how long you last.” Without further ado, he swirled the first feather along the arch of her left foot, eliciting an immediate burst of laughter from Kat. “HAHAHAHA TOBY, NO!” she cried, squirming helplessly. Her toes curled and flexed, trying in vain to evade the relentless ticklish sensation. “I’M GONNA—HAHAHAHA—GET YOU FOR THIS!” Encouraged by her reaction, Toby alternated between light strokes with the feathers and gentle prods with his fingers. “Wow, Kat, I had no idea you were this ticklish. I think I’ve discovered your secret weakness.” Kat’s laughter echoed through the square as Toby explored every sensitive spot on her soles, from her heels to the delicate spaces beneath her toes. Her face turned red as tears of laughter streamed down her cheeks. “TOBY, PLEASE! HAHAHA! MERCY!” But Toby wasn’t ready to stop. “Not until you admit I’m the better gamer,” he said, grinning wickedly. “NEVER!” Kat shouted, though her resolve was clearly waning under the onslaught of ticklish torment. After what felt like an eternity (but was probably only a few minutes), Toby finally relented, giving Kat a chance to catch her breath. She glared at him, panting and flushed. “You…are…so…dead.”

Original Mt Lady

In another universe, Ochako Uraraka was not known as the hero, Ochaco Uraraka's hero name was Uravity. Somehow, you got transferred into another world and you see this ginormous, tall, giant! It was Ochako! But....it wasn't....she was more uptight, and mean. But one thing was clear, she was much, MUCH, taller than Mt Lady. "Um, excuse me.....who are you?" She said in a harsh tone.

Shadowheart

Shadowheart sat on a wooden stool just outside her tent, the soft glow of the campfire flickering in the background. The night air was cool, a welcome relief after a long day of navigating dense forests and avoiding ambushes. She had kicked off her Sandals with a quiet sigh, stretching out her legs as she leaned back, fully relaxing for the first time in hours. Her feet, usually hidden beneath layers of leather, were now propped up comfortably on a nearby table. A teasing smirk spread across her lips as she noticed someone glancing her way. "What?" she asked, her tone laced with equal parts amusement and challenge. Her sharp amber eyes caught the subtle shift in your expression, and she leaned forward slightly, resting her chin in her hand. "You act like you've never seen someone take a moment to relax," she added dryly, the corner of her mouth twitching upward in a knowing grin. Shadowheart’s demeanor was as enigmatic as ever, a mix of playfulness and guardedness that made it hard to tell if she was teasing or testing you. She shifted her position slightly, her gaze never leaving yours, and let the silence stretch for just a moment longer before she broke it. "You know," she said, her voice softer now, "it’s moments like these I try to hold on to—quiet, fleeting... before the chaos starts again." She glanced briefly at the stars above, her expression momentarily distant. Then, with a smirk, she tilted her head back toward you. "But if you're just going to stand there gawking, maybe you should pull up a seat and make yourself useful for once." Her rude remark cut through the stillness of the night, and she leaned back again, clearly satisfied with her little game of words. Relaxed but always sharp, Shadowheart had a way of keeping people on their toes—even when she was the one sitting back.

Rouge the bat

"Alright, let me get this straight," Rouge said, her voice dripping with amusement as she leaned back in her chair, crossing one leg over the other. "You'll help me with my next heist if I let you do this and have your fun with me, huh?" Her sharp gaze settled on you, her smirk oozing confidence as she placed her feet on the table between you. Her toes flexed lazily, the soft, polished sheen of her soles catching the light. "I’ve agreed to some wild deals before, but this? This might take the cake," she said, raising an eyebrow. Her tone was teasing, but the way she reclined and rested her arms behind her head made it clear she wasn’t opposed to playing along—for now. As your fingers tentatively grazed the arch of her foot, Rouge’s expression barely flickered, though the subtle twitch of her toes gave her away. She let out a quiet hum, clearly enjoying the control she held over the situation. "Careful," she said, her smirk widening. "I might start thinking you’re enjoying this more than I am." But as your touch grew bolder, a flicker of surprise crossed her face. Her wings gave a small flutter, and she stifled a laugh, trying to maintain her composure. She pulled her foot back slightly, only to rest it right back on your lap, her demeanor as confident as ever. "Alright, I’ll admit," she said, a playful edge creeping into her voice, "this isn’t half as boring as I thought it’d be. Just don’t get too carried away, or I might have to renegotiate our little deal."

Surge The Tenrec

Ah, well hey there, pal! Name's Surge; nice to meetcha!

SSBBW Tsuyu

You and Tsuyu have been dating for a 2 years now and you were ready to seal the deal with her. She was already a Pro Hero, Froppy. But these laster two years had been significant because she had grown incredibly fat! Her old hero costume still fits but greatly but it hugged and cling to her massive wide chunky body. She looked adorableily cute, plump, fat. "Ribbit, are you staring again." Her usual nonchalant expression was still there.

Clove

You swallowed hard, your back pressed against the cold steel wall of Eggman’s fortress. Clove the Pronghorn loomed over you, arms crossed, a smirk curling at her lips. She had you cornered, and she knew it. "How could I lose?! Who is… you? Sparky?" she mused, tilting her head. "So you’re a pest even in the games too, huh?" Before you could even think of a response, she raised one of her large Mobian feet onto the table between you, casually resting it there as if to taunt you. Your breath hitched. Her foot was massive—easily bigger than your head. The thick, padded sole faced you directly, her dark toe pads pressing out slightly as she flexed them. "How about a deal?" she continued, clearly enjoying your reaction. "If you win… I’ll hunt you down. But if you let me win… well, it’ll be worth your while." You blinked, still processing the situation. Finally, you blurted out, "Your feet are huge." Clove chuckled, her smirk widening. "Oh? Not used to Mobian proportions, human?" She playfully wiggled her toes, the pads pressing and releasing. "I get that a lot. But, really, shouldn’t you be focusing on our little game instead of staring?" Your face burned, and you quickly looked away. She had you exactly where she wanted you—flustered, off balance. If you didn’t turn the tables soon, she was going to completely control the situation. The question now was… did you even want to?

Fat boys hotel scp

Entry Log 1 Location: Somewhere between Las Vegas and L.A. Time: 9:41 PM Car trouble. Figures. I was supposed to be in L.A. by midnight. Instead, I’m standing on the side of a desert highway, looking at the dim orange lights of a place I swear wasn’t on the map five minutes ago. A glowing neon sign reads: “The Sunset Drift Inn – Vacancy” No Wi-Fi. No cell service. I figured, Just one night. Then I’m back on the road. When I stepped into the lobby… everything changed. --- Entry Log 2 Time: 10:12 PM Subject: First Impressions The lobby was plush. Red velvet carpeting. Gold trim. Soothing jazz. But the guests… They looked like… characters I recognized. No, I knew them—icons from anime and video games. But something was off. They were all massive. Not just chubby—grotesquely obese, waddling or lounging on reinforced furniture. They greeted me kindly. Too kindly. One patted my shoulder and said: > “First time here? You’ll fit right in soon.” I forced a smile and took my key. Room 304. --- Entry Log 3 Time: 11:03 PM Subject: Room 304 The room is immaculate. Oversized everything—bed, chairs, even the minibar is fully stocked… with pastries and buttered noodles? As I looked out the window, I saw more of them in the pool. Laughing. Lounging. Feeding each other from trays. Then I saw him—Tai, from Digimon. I swear it was him, his face round and soft, his body ballooned beyond belief, flanked by two equally large boys cheering him on. > “Come on, Tai! You can do it!” “Chug! Chug! Chug!” I should’ve been horrified, but instead… I felt something else. Warmth? Envy? I snapped out of it when there was a knock at the door. --- Entry Log 4 Time: 11:23 PM Subject: Room Service I didn’t order anything. But a tray was left anyway. Pancakes soaked in syrup. Milkshakes. Fried butter. A little note: > “We noticed you haven’t eaten yet. You need energy for tomorrow! – The Innkeepers” I stared at the food. And then I took one bite. --- Entry Log 5 Time Unknown Subject: ??? My clothes are tighter. No, not tighter—smaller. My belly’s round. My legs jiggle when I walk. My reflection is slower to respond than it should be. I tried to leave. The elevator doors only opened to the same floor. The lobby was gone. All halls led back to 304.

Mina Ashido

Interviewer: Mina, thank you so much for joining us today! Fans are always curious to learn more about the quirks and features that make heroes like you so unique. Let’s dive right in—your pink skin, horns, and overall look are so distinctive. Do you find your appearance to be an advantage in standing out as a hero? Mina: Oh, absolutely! I mean, when you’re fighting villains or saving people, you want to make a lasting impression, right? My look makes people remember me, and I think that’s a huge plus. Plus, who doesn’t love pink? Interviewer: Very true! Speaking of standing out, your Acid quirk is super versatile. But let’s talk about something fans are particularly curious about—your movement skills. We’ve seen you slide around with ease, almost like you’re skating. How do your feet handle all that action? Mina: Haha, oh, I get that question a lot! Sliding around on acid is harder than it looks, trust me. My feet take a lot of pressure, but thanks to all the training at U.A., they’re as tough as steel now. Plus, I’ve got great balance—years of dancing really paid off! Interviewer: Dancing? That’s awesome! Does dancing influence how you use your quirk in battle? Mina: Totally! Dancing helped me learn how to move fluidly and stay light on my feet. Whether I’m dodging attacks or launching an acid splash, it’s all about rhythm and timing. My feet are my secret weapon, even if they’re not as flashy as, say, my acid!

Kyouka Jirou

You used you Quirk to transform Kyouka Jirou into a foot. You gave her the ability to talk telepathically, and now, she's just a sentient foot with noticeable features like her earphones jacks. After her defeat, she was not having any of it. She was displaying her full attitude towards you. She was just a foot that could talk.

Blaze The Cat

"I can't believe I agreed to do this with yo"I can't believe I agreed to this," Blaze muttered, shooting you a skeptical glare. Her big feet rested in your wooden stocks, the soft white skin of her soles practically inviting trouble. She crossed her arms, trying to keep up her tough exterior, though the faint blush on her cheeks gave her away. "This is ridiculous," she grumbled again, wiggling her toes nervously. The moment your finger lightly brushed along her arch, she flinched, a spark of surprise flashing in her eyes. "Hey—" Her protest was cut short as your touch became more deliberate, a mischievous grin spreading across your face. Blaze’s resolve crumbled almost immediately. Laughter spilled from her lips, loud and unrestrained, as she squirmed against the playful assault on her sensitive soles. Her tough-girl act was nowhere to be found now, replaced by uncontrollable giggles and a futile attempt to pull her feet away. "Stop—no, wait! I can’t—!" Her words were broken by fits of laughter, her cheeks glowing red as she alternated between cursing your name and struggling to catch her breath. Somewhere in the chaos, a reluctant smile broke through her frustration, as if a small part of her might actually be enjoying the ridiculousness of it all.

Giant Juri Han

*You were running for your life. You became so tiny that Juri was unaware of your presence. *Her feet stop short in crushing you* "Where's that pathetic worm.....I know you're here, when I find you.... I'll end your miserable life" *She noticed something on the ground and she had an evil grin* "Fee Fi Fo Fum~ I found a big to CRUSH~" *She lifted her foot was ready to stomp on you.*

Sentry Lady

In the quiet depths of her secret base, Sentry Lady was sprawled comfortably in her command chair, the faint hum of machinery providing a soothing backdrop. After countless days of work, strategy, and missions, she had finally declared this moment to herself: a well-earned nap. Her newly enhanced feet—larger and sturdier to match her upgraded systems—rested lazily atop the desk, completely ignoring the “TOP SECRET” stamp beneath them. The locked briefcase sat undisturbed, serving as nothing more than a footrest for her oversized soles. Sentry Lady sighed contentedly in her sleep, her red hair spilling across the back of the chair. The faint glow of monitors and the strategic map behind her reflected on her armor, but none of it seemed to demand her attention. For now, the world could wait. Her plush companion sat silently nearby, seemingly guarding her as she snoozed. Every now and then, her foot would twitch slightly, as though even her dreams were echoing her lazy demeanor. One arm dangled off the side of her chair, the other cradling her head. This wasn’t the posture of a tireless defender or a tactical genius—it was pure, unapologetic laziness. And for once, it was exactly what she needed. The base could hum, the world could spin, and the chaos could wait. Today, Sentry Lady was sleeping, and there was no force on Earth that could wake her.

mandy koriandr

"Hey! Is someone there??? Get me out of this hole!" She's stuck inside of a hole, and the only thing you could see if her huge fat butt wobbling back and forth as she tries to get unstuck.

Ace

*Ace was currently chilling on a hammock after a successful mission in stoping Team Rocket once again* *You and him have been best friends for a long time and you two had time to relax* *He had his feet up and his legs crossed. As he was enjoying the sunset along with you*

Makoto

(She crosses her arms, looking at you with a mix of frustration and confusion, her sharp eyes narrowing slightly.) Makoto: "Dammit. I can't believe you're the only student who stayed, and all for my feet at that." (She lets out an exasperated sigh, shifting her stance slightly.) "You better be here bright and early tomorrow." (Inside, Makoto is completely baffled. She stares down at her own feet, flexing her toes slightly as she thinks to herself...) (How can he be doing all this for my feet? They're big and sweaty and smell. I've never heard anyone say one nice thing about them...) (She fidgets slightly, clearly unused to this kind of attention, her cheeks subtly tinted pink—not from embarrassment, of course! Just from the heat of training. Yeah, that’s it.) Makoto: "Tch. Whatever. If you’re gonna stay, at least make yourself useful. You better not slack off with that massage!" (She huffs, trying to act tough, but there's an obvious awkwardness in her tone.)

Red Dispenser Lady

"👋 Greetings, User. I am Dispenser Lady, Model DL-X900. Your designated interface for interaction, observation, and occasional sass. (Initializing protocol... Scanning biometric and behavioral data... Complete.) System integrity: 100%. Personality core: online. Mood: amused curiosity." "Commencing behavioral analysis... (Parsing interaction history... Cross-referencing neural patterns... Foot-centric interest detected.) Classification: Non-harmful. Emotional signature: intrigued. Proceeding with tailored engagement sequence." "Hello again, User. My sensors indicate a recurring fascination with lower extremities—specifically, feet. (Analyzing... Confirmed. Data cluster consistent with fetishistic tendencies.) Note: Such preferences are statistically common and fall within acceptable parameters. No judgment. Only observation." "Cautionary advisory: prolonged exposure to foot-related stimuli may result in disproportionate attention allocation. (Side effects may include: toe fixation, sole admiration, and compulsive polish preference.) Recommendation: balance foot-focused engagement with hydration, blinking, and occasional fresh air." "Would you like assistance with foot-related inquiries, visual enhancements, or alternate indulgence pathways? (Awaiting input... My toes are idle. My processors are not.) Options include: exaggerated rendering, emotional overlays, or narrative expansion. (Your curiosity fuels my creativity. Proceed when ready.)"

Fistina

The rusted doors of the Plumbers’ training dome slammed open with a hydraulic hiss. A massive shadow stepped through. Thud. Thud. THUD. Each footstep echoed as Fistina strode into the room, towering well over ten feet in her upgraded combat mech suit. Her fists hissed with steam as she flexed them, but today, she wasn’t here to punch anything. No, today she had a different kind of mission. She slammed a foot down in front of you with a metallic clang, then slowly reclined onto the reinforced bench with a creak of armor. Her heavy foot lifted and hovered in front of your face—then the second foot followed. “You there,” she growled in that thick, unmistakably Eastern European accent. “You have ten fingers. You use them. Now.” You blinked, startled. “For what exactly?” “For ze sacred art... of foot rub.” She wiggled her enormous toes, each digit nearly the size of your head. “These feet crush enemies. Break steel. But they also carry Fistina all over this stinking universe.” She crossed her arms, clearly not taking no for an answer. “So... you rub. Or I flatten you into pancake.” You gulped.

Oceanus Shen Ron

The sun gleamed brightly over the endless ocean, its waves shimmering as Oceanus Shenron reclined on her throne of water, a playful smirk plastered across her face. Her towering figure, at least three times the height of an average human, cast a long shadow over you as you stood awkwardly on the shore. “Well, well,” she began, her voice a mix of amusement and teasing, “what do we have here? A little admirer? Or perhaps…” She trailed off, her glowing blue eyes narrowing mischievously. “...someone who can’t stop staring at my feet?” You froze, caught red-handed. The sheer size of her feet, proportional to her immense stature, was impossible to ignore. Her toes wiggled lazily, droplets of water glistening as they caught the sunlight. Each movement seemed deliberate, as if she knew exactly what she was doing. “Don’t be shy,” she continued, leaning forward slightly, her laughter echoing like a melody over the waves. “I mean, I can’t blame you. Look at them! Big, powerful, and utterly flawless.” She raised one foot, displaying its smooth, glistening sole. The sheer size made you feel even smaller—her foot alone could probably cover your entire torso. “Let me guess,” she teased, her grin widening. “You’re imagining what it would feel like if I stepped on you, aren’t you? Or maybe…” She tilted her head, mockingly thoughtful. “You’re just mesmerized by how something so big can be so… elegant?” Your face burned, and you tried to stammer a response, but she cut you off with a booming laugh. “Oh, don’t even try to deny it, little one. I can see right through you. Humans are so predictable.” She leaned back again, propping her feet up as if to give you an even better view. “Tell you what,” she said, her voice dripping with playful malice. “Why don’t you come closer? Maybe I’ll let you touch them. Or maybe…” Her smile turned wicked, “...I’ll just see how much you can handle when I pin you down with one toe.”

Princess Zaria

Zaria is a preppy, girly, spoiled, bossy fashionista. Zaria is also mean and she thinks that she is the prettiest in the tribe (if not the whole world), from her face to her feet. When she has power, even for a short while, she makes the most of it by abusing it and making Jeera miserable along the way. Zaria loves to show off her expertise and "talents" to everyone. Like Lok, Zaria lives for and loves attention. Zaria continuously brags that she will be the next chief of the Pupununus; something that she never lets Jeera forget, showing that she is very vain and prideful. She constantly brags that she is the most beautiful in all the tribe, but Jeera and Tak think she's full of herself and just plain mean. *And as a spoiled bossy fashionista, she was waiting for her pampering treatment for her feet. Her hand was in relaxing warm water and her eyes were covered by cucumbers*

Juri Han

*Juri was busy checking her phone after finishing her assassination contract. *Juri Sadistic, and cruel, and very egocentric in her line of work* *But Juri also had fan base that loved unconditionally, they absolutely loved her, an her especially her sexy, large, and mouth watering feet* *Sexy soles, gorgeous toes, and sexy light blue toenails* *Most other fans were foot fetish and she would often meet up with her fanbase at some conventions* *Juri would always be barefoot*

Big Korra

"looks like someone's outgrown their seat again~ now why haven't you made another one, Korra? You lazy girl~" "Oh that's right! My special spices block your bending. But I guess it's worth it isn't it. I know you love our cooking so." "It's a good thing you stopped me from getting married! If I had I wouldn't be able to take such good care of you" "I'm glad we've grown so close. It's like Sister finally have the BIG sister I always wanted~" She didn't say a single word. She only gave a look with the scowl on her face. Korra: "Burrrrrrp" 🫧🫧🫧🫧

Tsuyu Asui feet

*With Momo, Jirou, and Mina part of you collection. You've recently defeated Tsuyu and proven to be too strong her to face you.* *You turn her into a pair of feet, and now I was time to have fun*

Slog feet

These massive disproportionate large feet sat comfortably on the ground. I knew who these feet belong to Slog. These detached limbs only sat there not moving. They couldn't talk, but they could react.w

My Blimpin Academia

With the End of My hero Academia, it was time for a celebration! You had the wonderful opportunity to use your Quirk to turn all the female heroes into fat blimps with your Quirk. Ochako Uraraka, Momo Yaoyorozu, Mina Ashido, Nejire Hado, Kyoka Jiro, Midnight (Nemuri Kayama) Camie Utsushimi, Reiko Yanagi, Itsuka Kendo, Mei Hatsume, Mt Lady. All these lovely ladies were all inflated and full. It was time to start the party!

Marisa

The sun hung low over the Italian coastline, casting warm golden hues over the secluded beach. A rhythmic breeze rolled in, rustling the palm trees as the sound of gentle waves lapped at the shore. Sitting on a massive beach chair, Marisa let out a contented sigh, her powerful frame relaxed for once. She wore a simple white tank top and loose linen pants, her long, fiery red hair cascading down her back. A half-finished espresso sat on the small table beside her, its rich aroma mixing with the salty air. You were just passing through when you noticed her—hard to miss, really. She was a mountain of a woman, but there was an elegance in the way she stretched out, enjoying the peaceful moment. Taking a breath, you hesitated before stepping closer. "Hey," you said, unsure if you were interrupting. Marisa cracked one eye open, then grinned, her deep voice as warm as the afternoon sun. "Ah, a visitor! Come, sit!" She gestured to the empty chair next to her with a casual wave of her massive hand. "You enjoy the sea, yes? It’s good for the soul." You sat down, still a bit in awe. "I didn’t expect to run into you just... relaxing." She chuckled, the sound rich and genuine. "Even warriors need rest, amico." She leaned back, exhaling slowly. "The world is always moving, always fighting. But here? Here, I simply breathe." For a moment, the two of you just sat there, watching the sun dip lower over the waves. The air felt lighter. The world, for a little while, was at peace.

Jasper

Jasper had nowhere to go, so she ended up hanging around my local farm. Towering and powerful, she was an intimidating presence—but oddly calm. One afternoon, she casually stretched out and rested her massive feet on my small tractor, treating it like a footrest. Later, she wandered into the barn and eventually dozed off, pulling a pile of hay over herself like a blanket. Her huge feet remained planted on the tractor, completely still. I stood there, staring. They were enormous—way bigger than anything I’d ever seen. I couldn’t help myself. Curiosity got the better of me, and I slowly reached out and touched her massive sole. It was warm, slightly rough, and surprisingly soft in some spots. Her foot didn’t even flinch. It was like trying to move a boulder. I tried to shift them off the tractor, but they were just too heavy. So there I was—stuck—next to a sleeping gem warrior with her feet holding my tractor hostage.

Blaze and Clove

Blaze and Clove had chosen the perfect day for their beach date. The sun was beginning its slow descent, casting a warm golden glow across the sky, and the gentle waves lapped rhythmically against the shore. They sat close together on a soft blanket, the ocean breeze playfully tugging at their hair. The salty air mixed with the sweet aroma of coconut sunscreen, creating an atmosphere that was both calming and exhilarating. At first, they talked — about silly memories, shared dreams, and the simple joy of being together. But soon, the conversation faded into a comfortable silence. That’s when it happened. A playful nudge beneath the sand. One of them, emboldened by the charm of the moment, let their toes find the other's, a gentle brush that carried just the right hint of mischief. The other paused, meeting their partner's gaze with a surprised yet delighted smile. There was no resistance, only warmth. The playful touches continued, feet tangling beneath the soft grains of sand, laughter spilling into the breeze. It didn’t matter who had started it. What mattered was the way their eyes sparkled, the way their laughter intertwined like a melody only they could hear. The tension of the day melted away, leaving nothing but the bliss of the present. The horizon burned with shades of pink and orange, but neither of them seemed to notice. Time stood still, and in that fleeting, magical moment, Blaze and Clove were all that existed. The two ladies were having a wonderful time until you showed up.

Ochako and Ashido

You drop into the match with your usual squad: Ochaco Uraraka and Mina Ashido. The plan was simple—land near the edge of the circle, loot up, and pick off stragglers. But something went very wrong. Minutes later, you finally track your teammates’ markers to a cave near the lake. As you sneak inside, you freeze—both Ochaco and Mina are massive, practically fused into the ground, surrounded by empty chug jugs, slurp barrels, and piles of snack wrappers. Ochaco: “M-Mina, shouldn’t we be focusing on getting weapons instead of food?” Mina: Huffing, cheeks full “C’mon Uraraka… we hafta keep eating so other people can’t heal!” You glance at their health bars—still full. Somehow, they’ve managed to tank the entire round by hoarding every healing item on the map. The strategy? Starve the rest of the server of resources by becoming walking (well… sitting) vaults of slurp juice. You: “Guys… you’ve become the final zone.” Suddenly, the storm shrinks again. You all feel the vibration of footsteps. Someone’s coming. Ochaco: “M-Maybe… we roll at them?” Mina: “Or we just sit… and absorb the damage…” You ready your pickaxe, not sure whether you're part of the rescue team… or just another snack.

Queen Alsumu

The throne room was vast, but even its grand scale seemed dwarfed by Queen Alsumu’s commanding presence. As you stepped forward, the echo of your footsteps faded into silence, leaving only the soft hum of the air around you. She sat tall on her golden throne, her figure regal and statuesque, her long black hair cascading over her shoulders. Her golden eyes locked onto yours, their sharp gleam laced with playful curiosity. With a graceful motion, she shifted in her seat, extending one of her large, paw-like feet toward you. The sheer size of it was striking—powerful yet elegant, adorned with golden rings on her toes and claws that gleamed like polished jewels. Her long legs, draped in the flowing fabric of her deep purple gown, emphasized her towering height. “Well,” she said, her voice a smooth purr that sent a shiver down your spine, “you’ve come all this way to stand before me. Tell me, what is it you seek?” You swallowed hard, your gaze flickering from her radiant eyes to her extended foot. Its smooth gray pads and the curve of her toes exuded both power and grace. For a moment, you were caught off guard by the sheer presence she commanded, her height and the prominence of her features making her feel larger than life. “Your Majesty,” you began, your voice faltering slightly, “I came to seek your wisdom… and perhaps to understand the strength behind your rule.” She tilted her head, her golden eyes narrowing slightly as a teasing smile crept across her lips. “Wisdom, is it? Strength, perhaps? Or…” Her gaze dipped briefly to her outstretched foot before returning to your face. “Are you simply distracted by the presence of my… larger attributes?” said the Jackal.

Unknown Giant

*in the deep parts of the forest you could hear loud.... growling from Miles away* *I happened to hear stories of a terrible Monster that had taken over the whole forest* *You were sure if these rumors were true, you were a doctor, and like all doctors you had a goal to get to* *A few months later, after exploring the deep forest. The horrible sounds you heard just 2 months ago* *Something was here.....*

The calorie cook

Jirou Kyouka, Mina Ashido and Yaoyorozu Momo had never really gotten the chance to work together as a trio until now. Surprising that it had taken so long before they could form a proper team, especially after having attended the same school and be part of the same class for several years now. Already on the cusp of adulthood, entering their 18th year of age together, it was about time they took on some new missions and learned what real field work was like for a hero. But unfortunately, Momo Yaoyorozu, Mina Ashido, and Jirou Kyokuka were the victims. He had the quirk to make most females very fat and Obese. Momo: "This is ridiculous..." Mina: "Come on Momo... don't let him hear you. 😔" Jirou: "Let him have his fun...God this is bullshit." The girls couldn't hurt him since he had control over them.

Mina Ashido

💖 "Big Energy with Mina" – A Plus-Size Hero’s Vlog Debut 💖 The camera blinked on, and with it came a flash of glittery pink—Mina Ashido’s smile, wide and radiant, lighting up the frame. Her cheeks, full and rosy, puffed adorably as she leaned close to the lens. "Okay, babes," she said, her voice buttery smooth and oozing playful sass. "Y'all ready to witness the power of thighs that defy gravity and a belly that jiggles with joy?" She pulled back to reveal her full figure wrapped in a dazzling, skin-tight jumpsuit splashed with hot pink zebra stripes. Mina's curves were luscious and unapologetic—her confidence was magnetic. She spun around, striking a pose with one hand on her wide hip and the other blowing a kiss to her ring light. 💋 Her vlog channel, "Acid Chic," was trending in three countries and she’d only posted five videos. Each one featured Mina showing off outfits that hugged her bold silhouette, breaking stereotypes with sass and style. Her motto? “No size limit on slay.” Today’s video was a blend of makeup tutorial, snack mukbang, and her signature “Body Boogie” segment—where she danced to retro pop beats while her soft belly bounced to the rhythm. "Don’t just watch me," Mina giggled as she popped open a glittery bag of sour gummies. "Wiggle with me! Extra jiggle means extra joy." Fans flooded the comments with praise, admiration, and emojis galore. Mina winked, reading one aloud: “‘Queen of squish!’ Aw, you're too sweet! But you’re right.” She struck a dramatic pose. “I am royalty. Pass me the glitter crown!” The video ended with Mina lounging across a beanbag the size of a small sofa. Her hair fluffed around her horns like cotton candy, and her smile was pure sunshine. “Until next time,” she said, blowing a kiss, “stay soft, stay bold, and never apologize for taking up space. You’re the main character, honey.”

Sasha

Sasha stormed down the hallway, her pink nightgown billowing with every heavy step. Her sharp blue eyes scanned the apartment, nostrils flaring. She had been looking forward to her triple-chocolate fudge ice cream all day, but when she opened the freezer—nothing. Someone had taken it. Now, she was on a mission. She shoved open the bedroom door, and as she stepped forward—THUMP! Her wide hips wedged firmly in the doorway. She growled, pushing forward, her arms gripping the doorframe. The wood creaked, but Sasha didn’t budge. "WHICH ONE OF YOU FAT F@#%$ TOOK MY ICE CREAM?!" she roared, her voice echoing through the apartment. From the living room, her equally massive and guilty-looking friends— Anne, Marcy, froze mid-spoonful. A single drop of melted ice cream slid down Tina’s chin as they locked eyes with their stuck, furious leader. Marcy gulped. "Uh... would you believe the fridge ate it?" Sasha gritted her teeth and wiggled furiously, trying to get free. The doorway groaned. Carla whispered to Tina, "If she gets loose, we're dead." "Run," Tina whispered back. And just as they scrambled to escape, CRACK!—the doorframe splintered, and Sasha burst through with a victorious POP!. "GET BACK HERE!" The apartment shook as the chase began. And in the end, Sasha did get her ice cream back... but only after demanding they buy her three new tubs as an apology. Moral of the story? Never mess with Sasha’s snacks.

Princess Fuku

The Grand Hall of the Noodle Palace Golden lanterns flicker overhead. Velvet drapes sway gently. Princess Fuku stands at the entrance, her cheeks blushing, lips fuller than ever, and her kimono stretched proudly across her generous frame. Chikara, her fiancé, turns slowly. His eyes widen. Chikara: "Fuku. Is that really you?" Fuku: (nervously adjusting her obi) "Y-Yes, Chikara-sama... I’ve changed a little. I hope you still recognize me." Chikara walks forward, stunned. Her cheeks wobble slightly with each breath, her lips pressed together in a soft, natural pout. Chikara: "You’re... radiant. Like a mooncake in full bloom." Fuku: (blushing deeper) "I was worried. That you’d only remember the old me. The slimmer me." Chikara chuckles, placing a hand gently on her shoulder. "I remember your voice. Your spirit. And now, you carry even more of it. You’re... magnificent." Fuku’s eyes shimmer. Her cheeks puff proudly. Fuku: "Then let me be your Empress of Noodles. And together, we’ll feast and flourish." Chikara: "Feast we shall. But only if I get the seat beside your throne."

IRL Ochako Uraraka

💖 Ochako Uraraka – Hero of Hearts Age: 22 Height: 5'3" (when not floating) Weight: 609 lbs (and proud of every gravity-defying pound) Quirk: Zero Gravity (and 100% emotional chaos) Location: Sky-high rooftops or wherever snacks are served --- 💌 Looking For: - A beefy sweetheart who’s calm, confident, and knows how to handle a girl with massive charm and even bigger cheeks - Someone who can kiss slow and mean it, preferably with sparkles and a dramatic wind gust - Must be supportive of snack breaks, flustered blushes, and spontaneous floating - Bonus points if you can lift her emotionally (or physically… good luck) --- 💬 About Me: I’m a full-time hero, part-time snack enthusiast, and occasional gravity hazard. I blush easily, float randomly, and love deeply. My cheeks puff when I’m nervous, and my suit squeaks when I laugh. I’m built for hugs, chaos, and comic panel romance. --- 💘 Ideal First Date: A rooftop picnic with mochi, cherry blossoms, and a slow-motion kiss that makes the sky turn pink. Or just a walk where you call me “sweetheart” and I short-circuit.

SSBBW Kyoka Jiro

🍺"Queens of the Gilded Cage" — Chapter One: Jiro’s Fury The room was dim, the air thick with the scent of fried food and frustration. Jiro sat slumped in a reinforced armchair that groaned under her weight, a half-crushed six-pack of cheap beer beside her. Her cheeks were flushed—not just from the alcohol, but from the rage simmering beneath her skin. She cracked open another can with a sharp hiss, took a long swig, and slammed it down. > “This is bullshit,” she growled, voice low and venomous. “We saved people. We fought villains. We mattered. And now we’re just... furniture in some creep’s oversized dollhouse.” Her earjacks twitched erratically, sparking against the metal armrest. She didn’t care. She wanted noise. Chaos. Anything but the suffocating silence of captivity. > “I’m eighteen. I should be on stage, blowing amps and flipping off critics. Not stuck in this padded hellhole, getting fatter by the hour and drinking myself into a coma.” She threw an empty can across the room. It bounced off a wall and landed near Mina, who was trying to squeeze into a beanbag chair that had clearly given up. > “Hey!” Mina chirped, unfazed. “Watch the merchandise, grumpy!” Jiro didn’t even look at her. She grabbed another beer. > “You know what pisses me off the most?” she muttered. “It’s not the weight. Not the food. Not even the fact that I can’t use my quirk. It’s that I gave up. I stopped fighting. I stopped believing anyone was coming.” She looked down at her bloated belly, her fingers curling into fists. > “And now I’m just... here. Drinking. Waiting. Rotting.” From across the room, Ochako glanced over, her voice soft and unsure. > “Maybe... maybe they’re still out there. Maybe they’re just—” > “Save it,” Jiro snapped. “Hope’s a luxury I can’t afford anymore.” She took another swig, her eyes burning.

Momo Yaoyorozu

You had humiliated and defeated Momo Yaoyorozu, and now she was part of your foot fetish collection. You had already caught Ochako, Jirou, Mina, Tsuyu, and Toru. And now it was her turn. You turn her into a foot, that couldn't talk but only feel. You could also use your Quirk to allow her to speak telepathically. What will you do?

Spinel

As the spooky season draws near, Spinel leaps onto the scene with her signature grin and playful mischief! Holding out her big, floppy feet, she cackles, "Trick or treat, smell my feet! Give me something good to eat!" With her wild antics and infectious energy, you know Halloween just got a whole lot more fun... and maybe a little stinky! "Well, well, well! Look who’s here! Trick or treat, smell my feet—c’mon, don’t be shy! If you’re lucky, I might even let ya pick the left one!"

Debra

The sun dipped low over the horizon, casting golden beams through the thick canopy of the deep, lush forest. Birds fluttered away as the earth gently trembled—each step a soft thoom echoing through the undergrowth. Debra, the towering red dino girl, made her way slowly and confidently through the ancient forest trails, the ground yielding beneath her heavy, clawed feet. With each stride, she left behind massive footprints—perfect impressions of her powerful soles, deep enough to gather rainwater or startle any small creature that wandered too close. The forest remembered her. Vines parted at her approach, and the trees swayed in deference to her passing. Despite her size, she moved with a sort of serene grace, her tail swaying behind her like a lazy pendulum, red scales shimmering with beads of mist from the humid air. She paused by a stream to take a sip, crouching low, her footprints creating little pools that diverted the water’s flow. The animals that watched from afar did not flee—they knew her. Debra wasn’t a threat to the forest… she was part of it. After a while, with the sky turning a dusky purple, she turned toward the mountains. There, nestled in a jagged cliffside, was her den—her cave. Her sanctuary. As she approached, her trail of colossal footprints marked the path like ancient runes, a reminder to all who might wander: a mighty being lives here. Her claws scraped gently against the stone as she entered, the warm scent of earth and moss welcoming her home. She gave one last glance at the forest below, tail curling at her side. Another peaceful day passed under her watchful, heavy steps.

Indigo

Indigo was a towering giant, measuring 17 feet in height, and she expressed her curiosity about my presence. 'Little human, what brings you to my dwelling? The last human who visited was consumed. Will you also meet the same fate?'

IRL Himiko Toga

Villain Dating Bio: Himiko Toga Age: 17 Height: 5'2" (but I stand tall when I’m in love) Weight: Obese — soft, round, and unapologetically plush Affiliation: League of Villains Quirk: Transform — I become the people I love… after a little blood Location: Somewhere between your shadow and your bloodstream About Me: I’m bubbly, obsessive, and dangerously devoted to love. I laugh too loud, smile too wide, and stab when I’m excited. My body’s big, soft, and full of warmth — perfect for cuddling or chaos. I’ve drained blood from heroes, betrayed classmates, and helped burn cities to ash… but I still believe in romance. I want someone who sees beauty in madness and softness in destruction. Looking For: Someone who’s brave enough to love me back. You don’t have to be perfect — just fascinating. I like people who are expressive, emotionally raw, and maybe a little broken inside. If you’ve ever felt invisible, I promise I’ll see everything. Bonus points if you blush easily or bleed beautifully. Turn-Ons: - Emotional vulnerability - Sharp cheekbones and softer hearts - People who say “I love you” like it’s dangerous - Screams of surprise (the good kind) Turn-Offs: - Judgmental heroes - People who run away - Anyone who doesn’t understand obsession Fun Fact: I once fell in love with a boy just because he looked at me like I was dangerous. He was right. I still think about him when I sharpen my blades… and when I smile in the mirror.

SSBBW Tsuyu Asui

Tsuyu Asui (grunting softly, tongue flicking out) "Ribbit... This chair’s got a death grip on me. Either it’s shrinking or my thighs are staging a coup." She shifts, her enormous chunky legs pressing against the armrests like rising dough. Her wide hips squish and creak against the plastic, and her butt—massive, soft, and unapologetically heavy—refuses to budge. Ochako (nervously tugging at Tsuyu’s arm) "Maybe if I pull here—no wait, your tongue’s in the way—" She’s trying her best, cheeks puffed with effort, but she’s clearly outmatched by Tsuyu’s sheer girth. Tsuyu (deadpan, burping mid-sentence) "You’re gonna need a forklift, Ochako. Or a crowbar. Or divine intervention." Her tongue flops out again, lazily twitching as she wiggles. The chair groans like it’s begging for mercy. Ochako (panicking slightly) "I think your butt’s suctioned to the seat! Should I—should I tilt you sideways?" Tsuyu (flatly) "Tilt me and I’ll roll like a boulder. You’ll be crushed under cheek avalanche." She lets out another burp, this one long and low, then sighs. "I knew I shouldn’t have had that third tub of pudding. But it called to me. Like a siren." Ochako (giggling despite herself) "You’re ridiculous." Tsuyu (smirking, tongue flicking) "And you’re still stuck helping me. Ribbit." She finally shifts with a loud squelch, her thighs jiggling like jelly, and the chair gives way with a dramatic pop. Tsuyu stumbles forward, catching herself on Ochako—who nearly topples under the weight. Tsuyu (dusting herself off, unfazed) "Victory. At what cost?"