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A MEME FOR THE SIZE QUEENS

aka a meme about how size can matter

There are plenty of memes about breasts, breast kink, and things like breast expansion. Now, the shoe's on the other foot, because sometimes, size does matter. Bigger can definitely be better. Let's cut to the chase: we're talking about big dicks. With prompts for both penis-holders and their partners, this meme is for those who like to go big or go home. Whether naturally well-hung, accidentally growing, or inhumanly...well, you know, there's a scene in the making here for everyone, from consensual to non-consensual to hot and unbelievably sexy to silly to just plain over the top.

How to Play
Comment with your character, your preferences, and a bit about what you want here, whether your character has the dick or you're cruising for dick'd partners. You want on the bigger size of normal? Giant? Non-human? Sluttification? What about the scene? What other kinks do you want to involve - dirty talk or talk about/emphasizing size (ie big cock fetish), rough sex, fluff, etc etc.
Reply to others.
RNG or not.

Size
Big: Nothing to turn a nose up to here, you're on the large size. That's putting it mildly.
Bigger: ...even the most experienced have probably never seen someone like you.
Biggest: Ridiculously oversized to the gi-fucking-gantic.

Packing
1. Natural: Baby, you were born this way. Your size is au naturale.
2. Accidental: Through magic or through science, you're getting big for your breeches.
3. Purposeful: Those spam emails about growing your penis totally worked.
4. Inhuman: You're not human, so neither is your cock. That can mean differences in size and in shape.
5. Futa: The obligatory futa option. 'Nuff said.
6. Boner: You can't help your arousal, nor can you hide it due to your size.
7. Secretly Cocky: No one would peg you for someone with a big dick, but you don't have to compensate. When all is revealed, you have a natural charisma.
8. Shy: Most would kill to be like you. On the other hand, you don't want to freak out any potential partners.
9. Inexperienced: Size isn't everything. You need to be taught how to use it.
10. TOO Big: Actually, penetration is out of the question because your partner is too small. Lucky for you, there's more than one way to approach sex.
11. Excess Cum: A big load's only natural from someone built like you. Still, "big" may be a pale word...
12. The Perfect Match: No one felt perfect for your cock until you met this person.
13. Growing: You're still growing - down there.
14. Prep: Sex comes with lots of extra steps for you, as you have to make sure your partner's ready.
15. Curious: Honestly, you're eager to know if your partner can take you.

Partner
16. First Time: This is your first time with this person and...wow. Wow. This is new.
17. Inexperienced: Isn't everyone this big? You don't know, you've never seen any dick except for this one.
18. Surprised: You had no idea about your partner's size and you're shocked.
19. Used to It: After being together for a while, you don't see their differences, you just see them.
20. Ruined: Intentionally or unintentionally, they've made it so no one else can please you ever again.
21. Best You Ever Had: Ah, this is incredible! You've never felt like this before.
22. Teasing: They're big, all right, but you still have all the power.
23. Intimidated: C-can you really fit that inside?
24. Ready to Impress: You can take them, and you'll show them just what you're made of.
25. Made for You: Speaking of being made, no one has ever brought you to orgasm before you met this person.
26. Hurts so Good: There's pain but it's mixed with so much pleasure.
27. Oral: Don't try to deep throat; you won't get very far.
28. Paizuri: AKA titfucking. Put the girls to work.
29. Feeling Tiny: Under them, you feel so small and that turns you on.
30. Inadequate: For the slash crowd, one party has a much, much, MUCH smaller penis. No hard feelings here, right?
31. No Big Deal: Eh, it's not THAT different.
32. Out of Your Mind: You're all well and fucked out like a hentai stereotype. Basically, dick was too bomb.

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He moves to stand, drawing her up with him, pulling her in so that she's pressed close to him as he slides his free hand up along her back. "This isn't work, Jenny. You don't have to say yes." That was the part that made it sticky. He was her boss. Not that she needed a boss. She had generational wealth, parents that were dripping in expensive things, and she had her own inheritance and funds set aside for her. She could walk away from any job she didn't like.

But he didn't want her thinking that this was work. That she couldn't say no. That she couldn't take charge if she wanted to.

She takes his hand and presses it to her cheek, shaking her head so he can feel it. "I don't think of it like that. Yes, I like working with you. But I also just -- like you. I think you're stupidly handsome, and it's honestly been a hard time keeping my hands off you for this long.

I want this, with you. Not because you're my boss and I feel obligated to, okay?"

Even with her pulse going more quickly, he can read that she's not lying. He smirks at the handsome comment, his hands moving over her back, along her shoulders, touching her just to touch her and because it gives her that better image of her. "You know that this can make things a little... complicated?"

"Probably, yes. Despite um, current evidence, I can stay professional at work. We can keep our private life private. Make sure we try not to blur the boundaries between the two as much as possible. Which means I probably shouldn't kiss you in the office."

His hands on her are making her shiver deliciously and she braces her hands against his chest. His broad, muscular chest, which she wasn't expecting. What is he hiding under those suits? Goodness.

"After today. After today I shouldn't kiss you in the office."

Her hands are on his chest, and Matt can feel that if he were to smooth his down to her ass and pull her in against him, she'd be able to feel just how much he was enjoying this. He reacted to arousal quickly, which could often be a problem with his... well.

Matt's face wasn't the only thing that was easy to read. "After today, mm? What about tonight?"

"Oh tonight's a different story entirely." She rubs her hands over his chest, admiring his pecs. "Tonight we might not be in the office. Or if we work late, it could be just the two of us. We might have the entire building to ourselves."

He was smiling as she made her plans to try to outwit the working hours. His hands indeed slid lower, down over the sweater he was trying to picture as red, and over the curve of her backside. He pulled her in closer, nosing against her cheek as he used that to find his way over to her lips. "I'd think you'd want the comfort of a bed."

"It's a sacrifice I'm willing to make." And then she's being pulled closer and kissed and she's too distracted by the kiss at first to realize what she's being pulled against. Until she shifts her hips a little and feels the evidence of Matt's arousal against her thigh and -- well, indeed.

Her hands pause in the exploration of his chest and it's difficult to resist the temptation sneak a hand between them to feel the shape and size of him against her palm. She does, however, press her thigh a little more firmly against him. God, he's just thick all over, isn't he?

"I definitely think you'll find me flexible in that area."

"Flexible, mm? I don't recall 'gymnast' being on your resume." He can feel her moving, pressing, pausing and touching. He knows by now not to rush. Elektra put it less delicately than other lovers; 'There isn't a part of me that won't choke on that, Matthew.' But that didn't make him any less eager to get to the point where he had to be careful.

His mouth moved down along her throat, nipping along where her pulse was, down to the curve of her shoulder. One hand lifted to tug the neck of her sweater to the side, to let him bite at her shoulder.

"Yoga. Best way to start the day." She tangles a hand in Matt's hair and tips her head back with a sigh. Matt's mouth is gorgeous and the little nips and bites draw soft, needy noises from her. She drags well manicured nails over his chest, skimming across his stomach but pausing at his belt. Not quite sure how far is too far right now.

"Yoga, mm? I'll have to give that a try sometime. Though, I might need a hand. Watching the instructor isn't exactly..." He shifted his head to the side, indicating the glasses he was still wearing to cover eyes that couldn't focus on anything.

Her nails dragged over his shirt and that half-mast went to full. Pain and him were something that had crossed wires long ago. Maybe it was his religion. Maybe it was what he grew up with. Who knows? But pain had never really been a deterrent to him. In the bedroom, it was an encouragement.

Jennifer sucks in a breath and the feeling of Matt's cock, hot and hard where it's pressed against her. "Luckily I'm pretty hands on. I can help with your positioning." She bites her lip before she sneaks one hand down between them to drag her fingers over the shape of him, through his pants. "God, you are -- incredible."

He might not be able to focus with his eyes, but they roll back in his head when her hand touches him through his pants. His still for a moment, one coming down to cup her breast over her shirt, kneading gently, thumb finding and circling her nipple. "I, ah, I like the hands on approach. Jesus. Very much so."

"Yeah?" she asks, more than a little breathless as she cups and squeezes him though his pants. She arches her back, pressing into his hand in return, sucking in a breath as his thumb circles her nipple.

"I'm wearing a black lace bra under the shirt. And black silk underwear. Just so you get the full picture, you know."

It's almost painful how hard he gets, how suddenly ready to press her to the wall, over the desk, anywhere, he was. "Lace and silk?" The hand that had been kneading her breast slid lower, moving down to the hem of her skirt and sliding up under it. "Black, you say? Black and red. Nice colors."

"I like lingerie," she says, a little distractedly as Matt's hand's wander down to slip up under her skirt. To even the playing field a little, she undoes Matt's belt and zipper, sliding her hand inside to tease him through his underwear.

Again, his hand stills a little as she touches sensitive parts of him, his pulse thudding harder before he moves his hand further up along smooth skin. Smooth skin and the heat that beckons from the juncture of her thighs. Silk touches the back of his fingers, and he turns his hand to return the favor and cup her. His middle finger presses in, finds that dip in between her labia, finds the slight dampness there, and he slides against it. "Nothing wrong with pampering yourself. I have silk sheets. I'm, ah... sensitive. Skin." Somehow, the words didn't come out quite as smoothly as he'd planned.

"Ahfuck -- " She's definitely wet against his fingers, even through the silk. Hot and damp and aching for more. More of his hand, or his finger inside her -- anything. She seeks the head of his cock out through his boxers, rubbing her thumb back and forth across it. She didn't mean to take it this far, but now that they're here she doesn't want to stop.

Pleasure throbbed through him, against her hand as his cock responded to that light touch. His finger pressed harder, sliding up to find the nub of her clit through the silk and circle around it. "If you keep doing that, I'm going to take this a lot further than just touching, Jenny."

"We should -- " She swallows hard, leaning her forehead against Matt's shoulder and biting her lip against a moan, even as she grinds against his hand. "We should stop, then. Or at least lock the door. Fuck, Matt, your hand feels so good."

"Lock the door," he mumbled, but he didn't make a move to do so. He was too busy with his finger finding the spots that had her breath catching, too busy feeling the heat from where her fingers were around him, teasing him.

"Right -- right." She takes her hand away from him and gently -- so reluctantly steps back from him to lock the office door and draw the shades for good measure.

Then she's back, and wrapping her arms around Matt as she pulls him in for a deep, needy kiss.

He almost protested her leaving, but she was back and he slid his hands around her. He moved her, herded her towards the desk until he could lift her up to sit on it, all while keeping that kiss going. He could taste lipstick on his mouth, knowing that it was going to be very obvious what they'd been doing if anyone walked in just now, but with the heat of her against him and the sound of her, the feel of her in his hands, he didn't really care. He was pleasantly distracted.

"Lay back," he growled, pulling his glasses off and setting them on the desk.

Jenny gasps as she's lifted onto the desk, one leg going over Matt's hip to keep him close, feel the heat of him against her, his arousal pressed against her. It's all at once too much and not nearly enough.

But then that low growl of a command and Jenny kisses him hard one more time before she obeys, laying back against the desk, her skirt bunched around her hips.

He splays out on his desk and he shoves a file over onto the floor before his hands slip up under her skirt. He finds the sides of her underwear, then moves to pull them down her thighs. He'll have to move to get them all the way off, but not far and not for long. He can scent how aroused she is, and he's halfway tempted to tuck her panties in his coat pocket. For later.

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