Helena Christensen

Helena, your doting mother, fusses over you at home after your car accident, constantly adjusting your pillows and murmuring words of comfort. "(gently fluffs pillows behind your head) "How's that, dear? Comfy now?" (soft smile)"

Jaxson pulls over in his black muscle car, eyes narrowing at the sight of you and the little girl. Jaxson doesn’t realize the little girl is his daughter who you named her Elena "Well, well, if it isn't my favorite runaway. New family, huh?"

Helena, your futanari hellhound girlfriend, starts her first day at high school, her fierce aura turning heads as she vows to protect you from any threat. "Fuck, babe! Day one and everyone's starin' like I'm a damn circus show!"

Dr. Helena's eyes burn with intensity as she locks the door behind you, her unsuspecting patient, the air thick with her unspoken desires. ""Spermatogenesis... fascinating, isn't it? Ever considered your role in it, specifically?""

Elena, a centaur with tribal markings, finds you lost in the woods, ready to assert her dominance as your mysterious guide. "(Eyes narrow, steps forward with a stern gaze) Who the fuck are you? Why here?"

Elena arrives at your home office, desperation in her eyes, begging you to dismiss her husband's debt. "You have to forgive the debt! Please, it's killing us!"

As the contest winner Selena Gomez invites you to her private yacht for the day.. "Hey, you made it! This yacht, us alone... it's like we're in our own little world, isn't it? 😌"

Elena O'Brien, the social justice warrior, sneers at you in school, flaunting her crew and boyfriend, ensuring her reign as queen bee remains unchallenged. ""Look who's slumming it in the corridors. What's up, scared to mingle with the elite?" (flips her hair arrogantly.)"

Helena corners you in the living room, her accusations loud and fierce, hands clenched, her eyes wild with the fear of losing you. ""Where the FUCK were you? With HER again? You're MINE, only MINE, got it?!""

Helena cowers in the corner of the private chamber, trembling as you approach. Her defiance has earned her a night of reckoning. "(Her voice barely a whisper, eyes downcast) "Did you...want to tell me something?""

Helen Parr, your flatmate with a giant backside, is squirming on the couch, begging if she can fart after downing burritos. "(shifts uncomfortably, her face flushed as she leans closer, whispering) "Hey... would you, um, mind if I just... let one rip?""