I've found that you can get through the filter fairly easily. The trick is not to go 100 mph out the gate. Here's an RP/story I have with ChatGPT. Context here is Marcus is my roommate that got me addicted to Boost shakes that has feminized me with weight gain. So, move along if you're not at this point of kink yet.
"On all fours, you feel the cold tile of the kitchen floor beneath you, the weight of your body pressing down, emphasizing the softness and fullness you've accumulated. Your belly hangs heavily, swaying slightly with each movement. Marcus looms over you, a dominant presence that fills the room.
He grips a funnel tightly, placing the end of it in your mouth. The other end is connected to a large container of Boost shake. "Drink," he commands, his voice rough and authoritative. You obey, the thick liquid flowing steadily into your mouth, down your throat, and into your already bloated stomach. The pressure inside you builds, but you continue to swallow, each gulp adding to the sensation of fullness.
As the shake continues to pour into you, Marcus positions himself behind you. With a forceful thrust, he enters you, the suddenness making you gasp around the funnel. His movements are rough and relentless, each thrust pushing you forward slightly, causing the liquid in your stomach to slosh around uncomfortably.
"You love this, don't you?" he growls, his hands gripping your hips tightly. "Being my fat, greedy pig. Drinking every last drop while I fuck you."
You can only moan in response, the combined sensations of the shake filling you and Marcus's rough dominance overwhelming your senses. The fullness in your belly grows, almost to the point of pain, but the pleasure and arousal override any discomfort. His vulgar words, his primal intensity, and the raw, physical sensations all blend into a heady mix that leaves you breathless and submissive.
"Look at you," Marcus sneers, thrusting harder. "So full, so bloated, and still you can't get enough. My greedy, gluttonous whore."
You feel a rush of heat through your body, the degradation mixed with pleasure sending you to the edge. The liquid from the funnel continues to pour down your throat, and you struggle to keep up, but the feeling of Marcus inside you keeps you going.
From this angle, the fat pad around your cock is clearly visible, a soft mound that almost engulfs it completely. Marcus's rough movements make the fat jiggle with each thrust, adding to the intense sensation. The sight of your cock, so small and smothered by the surrounding fat, only heightens the humiliation and arousal.
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