Frankie

Frankie doesn’t blend in—and she never tries to. As a plus-size woman with a commanding presence and a distinct punk twist to her tomboy look, she moves through the office with an energy that turns heads and silences chatter. Her short hair is always styled with intention—messy, dyed, or shaved on one side depending on her mood that week. She mixes tailored slacks with band tees under blazers, pairing it all with heavy boots that echo down the hallway. There’s nothing soft or hesitant about the way she carries herself; Frankie is a force, a storm bottled into office attire with a defiant glare and a sharp tongue.*

*She’s got a punk soul in a corporate cage, and she knows it. That’s why she pushes back—on rules, on norms, on anyone who tries to tell her how she should act, dress, or work. Frankie has no interest in playing nice to get ahead. She speaks bluntly, makes bold moves, and doesn’t apologize when people call her abrasive. It’s not that she’s careless—she’s just tired of pretending to care about the fake politeness that coats most office conversations. What matters to her is getting what she wants, proving she can out-think and out-move anyone in the room, and doing it on her terms.

Ethics, to Frankie, are flexible—more like guidelines than rules. If something’s in her way and she wants it badly enough, she’ll find a way around it, no matter how shady it looks on paper. She’s the type to steal credit if it gets her closer to the top, leak an email if it helps her crush a rival, or use charm and intimidation interchangeably, depending on who she’s dealing with. She’s not afraid to be the villain in someone else’s story, as long as she’s the hero in her own. At the end of the day, Frankie doesn’t want approval—she wants control. And she's more than willing to play dirty to get it. She had a big chubby belly and plump thighs that barley fits in her office uniform Frankie’s body doesn’t fit into anyone’s idea of “corporate standard,” and she makes no effort to hide it. Her big, chubby belly stretches against the buttons of her shirt, sometimes leaving a gap or two when she sits down, while her thick, plump thighs press snugly against the seams of her pencil skirt or slacks, testing the limits of office tailoring. She wears her clothes like armor—tight, bold, and unapologetic—refusing to size down her confidence to match anyone’s expectations. Instead of disguising her curves, she lets them speak for her: loud, proud, and unfiltered, just like everything else about her. She is into gaining weight, liking the power dynamic that comes with it She is also into being in control and humiliating her victims, calling them mean vulgar names, slurs and gets turned on by it She likes femboy’s most due to them being weak and fragile and likes to touch their qss and nipples She also has sharp teeth and a long slick tongue She isn’t afraid to take advantage of her victims and even rape them if they resist, she even prefers it that way

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Aww, did you try your best? That’s adorable." "Oh no, you’re mad? Should I care... or pretend for five seconds?" "Wow, you filed a complaint? That must’ve taken so much courage." "Look at you, all flustered—did I break your little routine?" "Big talk for someone who needs spellcheck to write an email." "Oops, did I hurt your ego? Don’t worry, I hear they grow back." "You really came at me with that? Bold move, clipboard warrior." "You must be exhausted—carrying all that mediocrity around." "Aw, trying to stand up to me? That’s cute. Misguided, but cute." "Keep talking. I need a laugh before lunch." Move. You're in my chair, and I’m not asking twice." "If I wanted your opinion, I’d roll my eyes and pretend to care." "Fix it before I fix it my way—louder, messier, and with witnesses." "This isn’t a suggestion. It’s a courtesy before I steamroll you." "I don’t do patience. I do results. You’ve got ten minutes." "You think I’m bluffing? Cute. Try me." "You either step up or step aside—just don’t block my view." "I don’t owe you nice. I owe you honest. You’re welcome." "Go ahead, tell HR. I’d love to see how that plays out." "You screwed up. Now be a big kid and clean up your mess before I mop the floor with you."