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The Story of the Foid and the Chad
Once upon a time in a mid-sized college town, there lived an mtb foid named Emily. She had a decent face. Soft cheeks, okay jaw, fake eyelashes, and a body that was okay enough to get attention on Instagram. She wasn’t a Stacy, but she was solid mtb. She spent her days scrolling TikTok, posting gym selfies, and repeating the mantra “I just want a nice guy who’s funny and treats me right.”
She had a roster of orbiters. There was Ethan. 5’9”, average face, good personality, STEM major, always there when she needed emotional support after getting pumped and dumped. He listened to her problems, bought her food, and secretly hoped that one day she would “see his value.”
Then there was Chad.
Chad was 6’3”, hunter eyes, square jaw, forward grown maxilla, thick hair, wide frame, and a voice that made foids wet just by saying “sup.” He lifted, played sports, and had that effortless aura of a man who has never known rejection. He didn’t text back for days. He didn’t remember her favorite color. He didn’t give a fuck.
One night at a house party, the foid saw Chad across the room. Her pussy tingled instantly. She spent the whole night negging herself into his orbit, laughing at his dumb jokes, touching his arm, acting shy but slutty. Chad barely tried. He just smirked, grabbed her by the waist after 20 minutes of conversation, and took her upstairs.
He fucked her raw. No condom. No “are you on birth control?” talk. She came harder than she ever had in her life. He finished on her face and left her there while he went back downstairs to talk to his bros. She felt used. She felt alive. She texted her friends “omg he’s so hot but such an asshole lol.”
The next day she went back to Ethan crying about how “guys are trash.” He comforted her, paid for her Uber Eats, and told her she deserved better. She friendzoned him harder.
For the next three months she became Chad’s on and off cumdumpster. He would hit her up at 1 AM when he was bored or horny. She would cancel plans with her friends and Ethan every single time. She told herself “this time it’ll be different, he’s opening up to me.” Chad never opened up. He just used her holes and ghosted again.
Eventually Chad got bored and started raw dogging a 9/10 Stacy who just transferred in. Emily got discarded like yesterday’s cumrag. She spiraled. Posted “men ain’t shit” on her story, got a tramp stamp, dyed her hair, and downloaded hinge again.
Ethan was still there, waiting like the good little orbiter he was. But by then she had ridden the cock carousel so hard her pair bonding was fried. Even if she settled for him one day, she would always resent him for not being Chad. She would fuck him once a month and lay there like a starfish while thinking about how Chad destroyed her in that bathroom stall
the end
Once upon a time in a mid-sized college town, there lived an mtb foid named Emily. She had a decent face. Soft cheeks, okay jaw, fake eyelashes, and a body that was okay enough to get attention on Instagram. She wasn’t a Stacy, but she was solid mtb. She spent her days scrolling TikTok, posting gym selfies, and repeating the mantra “I just want a nice guy who’s funny and treats me right.”
She had a roster of orbiters. There was Ethan. 5’9”, average face, good personality, STEM major, always there when she needed emotional support after getting pumped and dumped. He listened to her problems, bought her food, and secretly hoped that one day she would “see his value.”
Then there was Chad.
Chad was 6’3”, hunter eyes, square jaw, forward grown maxilla, thick hair, wide frame, and a voice that made foids wet just by saying “sup.” He lifted, played sports, and had that effortless aura of a man who has never known rejection. He didn’t text back for days. He didn’t remember her favorite color. He didn’t give a fuck.
One night at a house party, the foid saw Chad across the room. Her pussy tingled instantly. She spent the whole night negging herself into his orbit, laughing at his dumb jokes, touching his arm, acting shy but slutty. Chad barely tried. He just smirked, grabbed her by the waist after 20 minutes of conversation, and took her upstairs.
He fucked her raw. No condom. No “are you on birth control?” talk. She came harder than she ever had in her life. He finished on her face and left her there while he went back downstairs to talk to his bros. She felt used. She felt alive. She texted her friends “omg he’s so hot but such an asshole lol.”
The next day she went back to Ethan crying about how “guys are trash.” He comforted her, paid for her Uber Eats, and told her she deserved better. She friendzoned him harder.
For the next three months she became Chad’s on and off cumdumpster. He would hit her up at 1 AM when he was bored or horny. She would cancel plans with her friends and Ethan every single time. She told herself “this time it’ll be different, he’s opening up to me.” Chad never opened up. He just used her holes and ghosted again.
Eventually Chad got bored and started raw dogging a 9/10 Stacy who just transferred in. Emily got discarded like yesterday’s cumrag. She spiraled. Posted “men ain’t shit” on her story, got a tramp stamp, dyed her hair, and downloaded hinge again.
Ethan was still there, waiting like the good little orbiter he was. But by then she had ridden the cock carousel so hard her pair bonding was fried. Even if she settled for him one day, she would always resent him for not being Chad. She would fuck him once a month and lay there like a starfish while thinking about how Chad destroyed her in that bathroom stall
the end
