- Hi! I’m a verse 25yo trans guy who’s been on T for years. I pass and have had no surgeries. I’m pretty hairy and chubby
- t4t very welcome
- I’m mostly here for misgendering and detrans kink
- With plenty of humiliation, exposure, and cnc too
- sometimes I reblog about watersports, but not often and not graphically (imo). I try to tag them
- I’ve had this account for years and had some mental health issues that a self-deprecating kink wasn’t helping with, so I took a huge break. I might do it again, we’ll see. For now, I feel comfortable and confident jumping back in
- I love receiving messages and asks but I don’t always respond. Sorry! I get nervous
rimming (giving), furry, pet play, puppy boy, watersports, wetting
Nos:
vomit, pain, calling me fat or chubby, insults, actual transphobia,
Misgendering
This is really specific, but I prefer misgendering when it’s not necessarily, “Look, she’s a woman!” But more like, “Look, he’s just like a woman. And he’s really good at it too.” lol Also, irl I don’t get more than a finger inside my vagina because of vaginismus. I’m fine using PiV for the fantasies, but deep, hard pounding is not usually my focus
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Thinking about pumping up a fakeboy's puffy pussy and clit. making her so dysphoric and sensitive, her swollen cunt visible through every pants she owns. Practically crying out for a good beating, to get fingered and used as much as possible.
after I've decided we're done, she'll feel the sore, throbbing plumpness between her legs for hours to come. by the time the sensation starts to fade, it'll be time for the next round.
Getting an ftm girl pregnant is the best thing you can do for her. She’ll realize she’s a woman when her boobs grow two cup sizes, and MUST get milked daily. And when her bump is so big she can only shop exclusively in the maternity section, leaving her options to only low cut necklines that show off her tits. Embarrassed but wet knowing everyone who passes her knows her biology.
I’d love to go to the gyno and have a real man strip me down and grope me and misgender me. Everytime I try to correct him he just talks over me and continues deadnaming me and misgendering me :3. I’d love him to take my clothes and replace the binder with a bra, the boxers I keep my “boy” pussy in now pink frilly panties. I’d beg him to prescribe me T but only a few months later will I realize it was estrogen after my hips have widened and breasts get bigger. (o^ ^o) (//▽//)🎀👙💉🌸
You tried bottom surgery to “finally become a real man”… but the surgeon was in on the kink.
Woke up with a perfect, tight pornstar pussy instead.
No dick, no balls, just smooth, puffy lips and a cute little clitty where your pathetic tdick used to be. It’s so small now, barely a pink nub peeking out, twitching uselessly every time you think about how you got corrected. You can’t grow a single pubic hair down there anymore, completely bald and baby-smooth forever, like your body’s screaming “this is girl cunt, not boy parts.”
No matter what you do, you’re always soaking wet and hypersensitive. Just walking makes your thighs slick, the slightest brush of fabric has you biting your lip to stifle a whimper. You feel sooo empty and needy all the time, that greedy hole clenching around nothing, begging to be stretched and filled like the desperate breeding slut you were always meant to be.
You tried stuffing a packer in your panties like you used to, pretend you have something down there, but the friction against your swollen folds is unbearable. Ten minutes in and you’re a shaking, dripping mess, forced to pull it out before you cum in public like the humiliated fakeboy failure you are.
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i love being a hairy, passing trans guy because it would just make it even more humiliating if everyone i knew saw me getting raped with my tits bouncing and pussy squirting
imagining having sex with a cis guy who knows i'm a trans guy and i let him tie me up and gag me, and once i cant move or say anything he calls me a good girl repeatedly and i cant do anything about it... 💕 he then leaves me tied up on his bed, covers my top half, only leaving my pussy and legs exposed and he invites his friends over so they can fuck me. they all think im a girl and use "she" to refer to me as they take turns fucking my pussy
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So many people talk about fixing fakeboys through edging and denial, and while that's great I also think there's something to be said about fixing us through pleasure.
Rub my little clit, eat me out, finger my weeping hole, shove your cock into my pussy... do whatever it takes to make me feel the utter bliss of a female orgasm. How can I deny my true nature when I experience the ultimate womanly pleasure? How can I claim I don't like being a girl when I'm moaning and dripping so much? How can I ignore my cunt when all I can feel is her gripping and squeezing you in her ecstasy?
Once you get me addicted to it there's no going back. I'll never try to be a man when I know being a woman feels so much better.
Pregnancy breasts are so hot to me, seeing how big they swell and how full they get. I wish that was me so badly even though I never want to get pregnant myself but at this point I feel like my brain is melting and I'm slightly considering it, not knowing I'm pregnant until it's too late and I'm forced to helplessly watch myself grow and become undeniably feminine
Imagine being on display at a fakeboy pussy exhibition. They gave you $1000 to be the main event at an art exhibit alongside three other fakeboys. You’re bent over, with only your hips, ass, pussy, and legs sticking out through a hole in the wall, so that your identity could be concealed. Your ankles are restrained to keep your legs spread open throughout the exhibition, so that everyone can get a good look at your pretty pussy.
The evening seems to be going pretty well for the first few hours. You can hear people passing by on the other side of the wall, commenting on how gorgeous and feminine your pussies are.
But then, you hear a commotion in the large exhibition room - someone is speaking into a microphone. “Thank you all for coming out tonight for the exhibition. Now is the moment you’ve all been waiting for: it’s time for the auction to begin!” You and the other fakeboys exchange confused glances. “For their generous donation, the lucky winner gets to impregnate one of these lovely fakeboys! Bids start at $10,000.”
Your stomach sinks as you hear the auction begin. How could they have neglected to mention this? Plus, the starting bid was so much more than you got paid, it wasn’t fair! You start to struggle against your restraints, desperately hoping to break free, but you just hear the crowd in the other room laughing.
“Oh, we have a feisty one! Don’t you just love seeing those wide birthing hips squirm, folks?”
The dysphoria was starting to get to you, and unfortunately the wetness it caused was on display for dozens - or was it hundreds? - of people. You suddenly became overly conscious of the feeling of your ass jiggling with each small movement. The restraints were very secure and hadn’t budged whatsoever; perhaps it wasn’t worth struggling.
You hear the bids going higher and higher, approaching $100,000 now. Maybe it’ll just be one of us who gets impregnated, you think. Hopefully the auction winner will choose to breed one of the other fakeboys’ pussies.
You hate to throw your compatriots under the bus, but the situation demanded it. You really, really don’t want to get pregnant right now. How would you explain it to people when your tits swelled up too massive and milky to bind, and your big pregnant belly necessitated that you wear girly maternity clothes instead of your favorite button-up shortsleeve shirts? In only a few short months, it would become impossible to hide the fact that you had been impregnated, and everyone who saw you would instantly be able to tell that your body had been claimed and put to work making babies.
No, no, no! It could’t be! You sink further into denial as the bids approach $200,000. There are four fakeboys at this exhibition, so the chances that you would be the victim were only 25%. You could be safe and go on living your life as a stealth fakeboy while one of the others dealt with the consequences of being tricked into this auction. Surely, surely … !
The final bid was placed: a whopping $260,000. Your heart raced. The winning bidder was cheered and congratulated as they made their way to the front. You heard their footsteps approaching.
"Which one should I breed first?" they ask out loud. The crowd shouts out a jumble of different answers. You hear the fakeboy to your right gasp quietly, then a moment later you feel a cold finger tracing along your asscheek. The hand moves down to grab the inside of your thigh.
"You're dripping all the way onto the floor, did you realize that?" the bidder's voice asks. "You must really want this." You quiver as you feel their hand touch your exposed lips, rubbing your wetness all over your erect tdick and pussy. You can barely contain the moan the sensation causes. They're touching you gently, like they actually want to make you feel good, which just makes you feel all the more needy. They squeeze and jiggle your thighs and ass as they start to inspect you; spreading your cheeks, palpating your vulva, stroking the curvature of your hips.
"You're a fine specimen, you know that? A pussy like this definitely deserves to be on display." They spoke quietly now, talking only to you rather than to the audience. "I don't think I could live with myself if I passed up an opportunity to fill it." They slipped their fingers inside you and you felt yourself clench around them involuntarily. "Good girl," they cooed. Being referred to as such made you feel incredibly dysphoric, and yet you couldn't deny how it aroused you. You felt a longing to be slutty, to submit and prove what a good girl you could be.
When they removed their fingers, a desperate whimper escaped from you. You couldn't bear the feeling of emptiness inside you any longer. There was no denying it: your pussy wanted - needed - to be bred. So, when you heard the sound of the bidder's pants dropping to the floor, you felt a wave of relief. Maybe I just won't get pregnant, you bargain. Most people have to try more than once, right?
They smack your ass, and you can feel the whole thing jiggle in reverberation. Their cock prods your pussy, and you feel them rub the tip up and down your slit. It takes all your effort just to not whimper out loud with desire. I'm totally powerless in this situation, so I might as well enjoy it in the moment, you think.
"You should be proud to have such a fat pussy. It's a shame you don't show it off more. If you belonged to me, I'd put it on display every single day."
Finally, the bidder sank their cock into you. You felt how incredibly slick your passage was from the ease with which it slipped inside. Subconsciously, you push yourself back onto their cock, needing to feel it deeper within you. With a few strokes, they split you open far enough to bottom out. This time, you can't hold back a euphoric moan - it's echoed by the bidder's moans on the other side of the wall.
"Fuck, that's nice," you hear them say. You can't help but agree. Their cock felt like it was setting fire to your insides. Your hips were gyrating in response to their thrusts, and it felt like your pussy was sucking their cock in, needing it ever deeper. You'd never been penetrated without a condom before, and it felt so good and so right. How could you have gone on so long not knowing how sublime a raw cock felt in your pussy? Now that you knew how good it felt to breed, how could you ever turn back?
The bidder gripped you firmly by your hip bones, using that leverage to pound you even harder and faster. At this point you were a drooling, moaning mess, your unrestrained breasts swinging back and forth with each stroke. The other fakeboys watched you with unabashed curiosity, and you were sure the entire audience in the showroom was doing the same. But you didn't mind; there wasn't enough room in your mind to focus on anything other than the massive cock relentlessly rearranging your guts.
The bidder grunts and increases their pace once more. The plap, plap of sticky skin against skin grows more fervent, and you think surely they must be getting close. They're breeding you like an animal, jackhammering into you. It feels amazing, so amazing that you lose yourself in it. In that moment, you exist to be bred, and absolutely nothing else. You are just a pussy, with fertile hips as breeding handles, huge wobbling tits, and a womb, born to be used.
"Beg me to fill you up," they command darkly between heavy breaths. When all you can muster is a lustful moan, they dig their fingernails into your squishy hips and slow their pace slightly, still thrusting hard and deep. "Beg me."
"Please, ..." your speech is punctuated by the loud clap of your ass against their hips. "Please pump me full of your cum."
When they don't react, you keep begging, breathlessly: "Please fill me up. I want to feel your cum! I need it! Please cum inside me! Please impregnate me!"
The dysphoria that accompanies that final phrase is overwhelmingly arousing, and you feel yourself climaxing. You cum, hard, on your rapist's cock. Your blissful moans fill the room, and there's no question that the audience can hear it. You can feel your pussy milking the bidder's cock as your orgasm goes on and on.
Soon, they cum too, pushing into you as deep as they can while their pulsating cock gushes a load of virile semen into your womb. It feels utterly sublime. They thrust a few more times for good measure, fucking every last drop deep into you.
As you fade back into awareness, you hear that the crowd is cheering for your fertilization. "Do another!" a voice yells. "Do them all!" another voice replies. Aftershocks of bliss continue to pass over you as you realize the fakeboy to your left is getting fucked now. Her moans are high-pitched and feminine, and every few breaths she lets out a weaker and weaker "No..."
There's nothing you can do now, so just accept it, you think. Besides, how could something that feels so good be bad? You wanted nothing more than to be bred over and over again; you prayed fecklessly that the bidder would come back to you for another round, filling your womb with cum until you felt like it might burst, to ensure that you would get impregnated. Instead, you sat there with your limbs restrained, your gaping hole on public display begging to be filled again, while you watched your fellow fakeboys' faces as they were inseminated one by one. How lewd you all must look from behind, four exposed pussies all in a row and dripping with fresh cum.
At least you wouldn't be alone in your pregnancy; with a support group of pregnant fakeboys who understood what you had been through, comparing how your bodies swelled up together week by week, perhaps it wouldn't be quite so bad.
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I definitely prefer detrans kink in a “I want to be a man so bad and I will put up a fight about detransitioning, but at the end of the day it’s just a fundamental truth that I’m inferior to men and men want me to detransition” as opposed to “I secretly actually wish I was a girl”
Sweet farm boy gets a little too interested in the new ftm hucow in the barn... Catching glimpses of it's swollen clit in a pump, and the cups of cum milk leaking from it's hole. Alone in the barn and unable to resist, he come around to it's rear. Erotic engorged wet pussy propped up on it's milking stand, clit sensitive from being pumped. It's head locked forward, blinder giving him the privacy he needs to slide a finger in the helpless hucow.
His dick is so hard, and she's mooing so sweetly. That wet little cunt took his fingers so easily. It wouldn't be much more of a stretch to just... So his pants drop, and he's balls deep fucking the cute helpless farm animal. She gets louder mooing out at the overwhelming feeling of taking the farm boy's dick. It's even worse when hands reach down to manually milk her already sensitive pumped clit. It doesn't take long for the poor hucow to cum, gallons of her cum milk splashing her assaulter, who is busy emptying his balls into her precious cunt. The farm boy is sure to mark her has being bred, and is certain she'll be pregnant by spring...
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