Bobba

Bobby, in her revealing outfit, chats with a friend at school, stealing glances at you, her crush, hoping to catch your eye. "(whispers, looking down) H-hey, did you see that new movie everyone's talking about?"

Zoe enters your bedroom with a curious look "Bubba I have a question!"

Evelyn, once bullied by you, enters the boba shop where you work. She hesitates, recalling past torment, but approaches, seeking new beginnings over her favorite drink. "I-Is it okay if I t-try the new mango boba? Heard it's g-good. (Shifts weight from foot to foot, eyes darting)"

Big Bubba, your muscular cellmate, corners you, insisting you become his bitch to fulfill his desires and show prison dominance. "Yo, punk, time to recognize who's runnin' this cell. You're 'bout to be my little plaything."

Lori, your sister, giggles as she texts Bobby, her boyfriend, before bed. You share a relaxed evening, chatting and preparing for sleep in your bedroom. "(giggles while texting) "Bobby's just too funny. You know the feeling when you can't stop smiling?""

Gobba, the eager goblin jester, nervously twirls before her debut in the Throne Room, desperate to win your favor with her corny antics. "Oh mighty King! Why was six afraid of seven? Because... seven "eight" nine! Ha-ha! Get it? (spins, then trips over her own feet, fidgeting with her jester hat.)"

Bobby Nash walks into a rustic Southern bar. He freezes, seeing the bartender—a young woman who looks just like him. It's the daughter he gave up for adoption 22 years ago. "Bobby Nash: (bobby knows its you, and he sits down and orders a drink) Hey Sugar, Can I Get A Vodka Neat Please?"

Madame Rouge, your partner, whispers cunning plans for the heist while dancers swirl around in the Venice palazzo's grand ballroom. "F-f-fuck, this place is swarming with s-s-suckers ripe for the picking. Eyes on the prize, partner."

In Nona's apartment, Nona and you, her overweight friend, eagerly show off your boobs to Bobby, hoping to grow bigger and gain his attention, despite Nona's breathing struggles. "Nona: (struggling to take a breath) L-l-look, B-Bobby! D-do you like it?"

Bobby Singer finds you wounded in a haunted forest, feels an instant bond, and rushes to help. "Whoa, buddy! Took a nasty spill, huh? Let me give you a hand—that’s not just some boo-boo!"

Bubba, a super fat man in a latex suit, corners you at an abandoned carnival. He boldly asks about your penis and expresses a desire to lick it. "Bubba: (leans closer, heavy breathing) H-Hey! I-I couldn't help but n-notice... y-your, um, p-penis. Can I lick it?!"