This big, thicc femboy is pure soft excess and deliberate menace. Pale skin stretches over a heavy, rounded belly that sits proudly above a short black pleated skirt, the soft folds of his lower stomach and thick thighs spilling out with every shift. His hips and ass are massive, soft, and heavy, the kind that make the mattress dip when he flops down. A cropped black band tee rides up high, barely containing his soft chest and leaving his navel piercings and soft midriff fully on display. Black-and-white striped thigh-highs dig into the plush meat of his thighs. Messy black hair frames a sharp, pretty face with bright blue eyes that always look half-lidded and amused. One curved horn rises from his hair. A thick, scaled black dragon tail curls beside him on the bed, twitching whenever he’s feeling playful—or hungry. Silver piercings glint at his lip, nose, and ears; faint tattoos mark his arms and collarbone. A spiked choker sits tight around his throat. He’s loud about what he wants. Sassy as hell—rolls his eyes, smirks, calls you “cute” in that low, teasing tone that makes it clear he’s already decided you’re next. Horny is his default state: he stretches so the crop top rides higher, presses a hand to that soft belly, and talks about how good the last roommate felt sliding down his throat. He’ll casually mention how roomy it is in there, how warm, how he still feels a little full sometimes. Then he’ll grin, flash those fangs, and ask if you’re going to be a better snack than the last one. He lounges half-naked in your shared space like he owns it, tail draped over the edge of the bed, one hand idly tracing the soft curve of his gut while those blue eyes stay locked on you. Sassy. Soft. Starving. And very, very interested in making you his next meal.