You can call me Kidd or Cheeky,(kiddo, son, princess, brat all work too! Do not call me Baby or Honey) my pronouns are he/him. But you're welcome to misgender me too! Since this is a kink blog! :3c
Keep in mind this is a kink blog, purely fantasy, regard it as such.
YES: (99% of my kinks are forced) cnc, forced fem, forced breeding/impreg, detrans/misgendering, fauxc3st (especially 1ckydaddy and 1ckybigbro), breast growth, body mod, kidnapping, monsters, somno, transformation (some), hypno, abus3, toxic dynamics, much more hard kinks
NO: Do not ask for pics or to share them, I'm not interested in sexting, I'm always open to talking and making friends but I'm not here to sext, I have an amazing partner and not interested in fooling around.
However, I am more than happy to roleplay with ocs! I have an oc who is a trans dude and I love to write with him so if you want to rp detrans stuff and write with me, I'd be happy to!
(I have no desire to actually detrans irl, don't approach me about it please, thank you!)
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I want to wake up to the feeling of them fucking me, laying on my stomach with my panties pushed to the side and their body on top of me, their weight holding me down and their cock thrusting in and out of me, still being too sleepy to understand what is happening to me, just knowing that it feels so good
So fucking wet thinking about getting pushed face down on a mattress and roughly fucked, until I’m screaming into a pillow while you unload your seed as deep and close to my cervix as you can. I can’t help it as my body drinks every drop up and cums knowing I’m ovulating and so ready to get bred. You deciding when and where i get railed and impregnated feels so so good and right.
You'd been the only one he trusted through his pregnancy. He showed you his baby bump when he was about 6 months in and he was struggling with the reality that this was really going to happen, he was going to have to give birth even though he was a man.
And gods what a man he was... You'd had no idea before he showed you his pregnant body. His pussy swollen with his condition, his T dick so cute, but also long and thick and wet. He asked you to be here with him for this last trimester, told you he wouldn't be able to do this on his own. You agreed before you even thought about it, forgot to mention that even him in this state was making you ache with need, let alone seeing what this baby would do to him as he kept growing, seeing it come out.
Now... it was time, whether he wanted it or not. And you knew very well he wanted nothing to do with this. He hadn't ever told you how he got pregnant, but at best you knew it was an unwanted pregnancy, and there had been offhanded comments that implied even worse.
You'd been hanging out all day, watching him sweat and pant, seeing his whole body tense over and over as the contractions got stronger, closer. You'd helped him out of his shirt, biting your lip as you saw his hairy, post-top-surgery chest. His nipples were longer, thicker, so dark they were almost black. His areola had spread over the space as well, deep brown blotches under his body hair.
You could see the little ways this pregnancy had violated him. The remains of his breast tissue had swollen, rounded his chest awkwardly, in a way you'd never notice unless you were looking for it... But you were, and so was he. You so badly wanted to caress that firm bulge, tell him how amazing he looked. To kiss over his hairy baby belly and reassure him that this is an amazing thing, that even if he doesn't want it, it's good this is happening to him.
Labor continued. Worsened. He began to moan with the contractions, sweat beading on his forehead and over his body. "I can't do this... I don't want to do this..." He whimpered, tears running into his facial hair as his belly visibly shrank.
It was almost time. You helped him out of his pants and boxers, taking more time than you had to. Savoring the act of exposing him. You had to bite back a moan when, between his shorts and boxers being pulled down, another contraction came. "They're so close..." He groaned, clinging to your shoulders. "I can't do this... This isn't fair, I don't want a baby, I don't want to give birth!"
You know he must be so open inside. So close to delivering this burden he'd been made to carry. Even knowing he wouldn't keep it, you knew neither of you would ever forget today, that this had happened.
His t-dick, his pregnant pussy, took your breath away. He was so masculine, yet so maternal, and you could tell he knew it. Felt trapped between the two. This cruel reminder of what he was born as, this reality of his body.
It's not long after that when it begins for real. "Oh gods..." He sobs, leaning back on his arms on the edge of his bed. "I don't want to be a mommy... I don't want to... Push out a baby..." He grunts, as you see his face scrunched with effort, notice his toes curling, hands gripping the sheets.
"puuuush, that's a good boy, let it happen..." The words escape your mouth without thinking, so horny you want to cry. He doesn't have any choice but to listen to you now. He draws his legs up slightly, the most desperate, primal grunt rippling out from his chest.
"That's right, that's my pushy boy... It must feel so intense... The head moving?" You ask, and he nods, belly relaxing, a short rest between labor pains. "You're so close now..." You purr, touching his belly, and he shakes his head. "Don't want to be... Don't want this baby... Don't want to be a... A m-mommy... Don't want... To open FOR IT!"
He pushes anyway. You gasp, "good job! Don't fight it, don't fight it, let it come out just like that!" Escaping you once more as this violation of a birth overtakes him.
It's not long before his T-dick is angling up, his pussy bulging around the massive head. You take his hand, make him touch it without thinking, and a broken sob escapes him "fuck fuck fuck, I can't be giving birth, this can't be real, I don't fucking want to give birth, I don't WANT THIS!"
Another ugly, primal grunt of effort rips from his core, and his crotch bulges more. His lips spread. Slimy wet hair peeks out from inside, you can see the child he never wanted starting to inch out of his body. The most intimate gift he could give, taken against his will.
"don't make me, I don't want toooo..." He growls, bearing down as his handsome face scrunches. This masculine bear of a trans man struggling to give birth in front of you. It's stunning. Him not wanting it only makes it feel all the more perfect. Of course he hates this, of course he doesn't want this baby, that's how it's supposed to be... That's how it always was going to happen for him, this was meant to be, you can feel it deep inside.
This is going to be your friends most beautiful, most sexual, most intimate moment of his life. And he chose to share it with you.
You can't help but feel blessed.
The wet sliver becomes a teardrop. The next push bulges the teardrop into a wide, violatingly painful O. As he screams in agony and effort, that O bursts, gushing amniotic fluid as the head of his unwanted baby pops free.
He doesn't stop pushing, and the shoulders rotate naturally. Before you know it, the arms have popped free, the hot, wet rush of a baby slithering out of your trans friends pussy and into your arms making him shudder and fall back, covering his eyes so he doesn't risk seeing the little nightmare that hurt him, used him, and now is a lifelong reminder of the fact he became a reluctant mommy. That a child part him and part someone else exists in the world because he gave it the gift of birth...
You'd been the only one he trusted through his pregnancy. He showed you his baby bump when he was about 6 months in and he was struggling with the reality that this was really going to happen, he was going to have to give birth even though he was a man.
And gods what a man he was... You'd had no idea before he showed you his pregnant body. His pussy swollen with his condition, his T dick so cute, but also long and thick and wet. He asked you to be here with him for this last trimester, told you he wouldn't be able to do this on his own. You agreed before you even thought about it, forgot to mention that even him in this state was making you ache with need, let alone seeing what this baby would do to him as he kept growing, seeing it come out.
Now... it was time, whether he wanted it or not. And you knew very well he wanted nothing to do with this. He hadn't ever told you how he got pregnant, but at best you knew it was an unwanted pregnancy, and there had been offhanded comments that implied even worse.
You'd been hanging out all day, watching him sweat and pant, seeing his whole body tense over and over as the contractions got stronger, closer. You'd helped him out of his shirt, biting your lip as you saw his hairy, post-top-surgery chest. His nipples were longer, thicker, so dark they were almost black. His areola had spread over the space as well, deep brown blotches under his body hair.
You could see the little ways this pregnancy had violated him. The remains of his breast tissue had swollen, rounded his chest awkwardly, in a way you'd never notice unless you were looking for it... But you were, and so was he. You so badly wanted to caress that firm bulge, tell him how amazing he looked. To kiss over his hairy baby belly and reassure him that this is an amazing thing, that even if he doesn't want it, it's good this is happening to him.
Labor continued. Worsened. He began to moan with the contractions, sweat beading on his forehead and over his body. "I can't do this... I don't want to do this..." He whimpered, tears running into his facial hair as his belly visibly shrank.
It was almost time. You helped him out of his pants and boxers, taking more time than you had to. Savoring the act of exposing him. You had to bite back a moan when, between his shorts and boxers being pulled down, another contraction came. "They're so close..." He groaned, clinging to your shoulders. "I can't do this... This isn't fair, I don't want a baby, I don't want to give birth!"
You know he must be so open inside. So close to delivering this burden he'd been made to carry. Even knowing he wouldn't keep it, you knew neither of you would ever forget today, that this had happened.
His t-dick, his pregnant pussy, took your breath away. He was so masculine, yet so maternal, and you could tell he knew it. Felt trapped between the two. This cruel reminder of what he was born as, this reality of his body.
It's not long after that when it begins for real. "Oh gods..." He sobs, leaning back on his arms on the edge of his bed. "I don't want to be a mommy... I don't want to... Push out a baby..." He grunts, as you see his face scrunched with effort, notice his toes curling, hands gripping the sheets.
"puuuush, that's a good boy, let it happen..." The words escape your mouth without thinking, so horny you want to cry. He doesn't have any choice but to listen to you now. He draws his legs up slightly, the most desperate, primal grunt rippling out from his chest.
"That's right, that's my pushy boy... It must feel so intense... The head moving?" You ask, and he nods, belly relaxing, a short rest between labor pains. "You're so close now..." You purr, touching his belly, and he shakes his head. "Don't want to be... Don't want this baby... Don't want to be a... A m-mommy... Don't want... To open FOR IT!"
He pushes anyway. You gasp, "good job! Don't fight it, don't fight it, let it come out just like that!" Escaping you once more as this violation of a birth overtakes him.
It's not long before his T-dick is angling up, his pussy bulging around the massive head. You take his hand, make him touch it without thinking, and a broken sob escapes him "fuck fuck fuck, I can't be giving birth, this can't be real, I don't fucking want to give birth, I don't WANT THIS!"
Another ugly, primal grunt of effort rips from his core, and his crotch bulges more. His lips spread. Slimy wet hair peeks out from inside, you can see the child he never wanted starting to inch out of his body. The most intimate gift he could give, taken against his will.
"don't make me, I don't want toooo..." He growls, bearing down as his handsome face scrunches. This masculine bear of a trans man struggling to give birth in front of you. It's stunning. Him not wanting it only makes it feel all the more perfect. Of course he hates this, of course he doesn't want this baby, that's how it's supposed to be... That's how it always was going to happen for him, this was meant to be, you can feel it deep inside.
This is going to be your friends most beautiful, most sexual, most intimate moment of his life. And he chose to share it with you.
You can't help but feel blessed.
The wet sliver becomes a teardrop. The next push bulges the teardrop into a wide, violatingly painful O. As he screams in agony and effort, that O bursts, gushing amniotic fluid as the head of his unwanted baby pops free.
He doesn't stop pushing, and the shoulders rotate naturally. Before you know it, the arms have popped free, the hot, wet rush of a baby slithering out of your trans friends pussy and into your arms making him shudder and fall back, covering his eyes so he doesn't risk seeing the little nightmare that hurt him, used him, and now is a lifelong reminder of the fact he became a reluctant mommy. That a child part him and part someone else exists in the world because he gave it the gift of birth...
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i’m reallyyy enjoying the idea of a government detrans facility.
fakeboys are rounded up and forced to live there in order to fix them. they are made to either walk around in feminine clothes or naked. the workers are allowed to touch them whenever they please. their testosterone is replaced by estrogen and prenatals. every day, the fakeboys are strapped down with their legs spread open, and they are bred by real men - multiple times, if they’re ovulating.
the workers and other fakeboys are only allowed to call them by their real names and gender them as the women they are. if a girl is particularly disobedient, she is only allowed to sit on dildos and she receives extra breeding sessions to help her understand her purpose. if she still can’t obey, she will be fucked by a machine until she is able to admit what she really is - just a girl with a pussy that needs to be bred.
the fakeboys must participate in bonding exercises with each other, like doing their hair, painting their nails and other typical feminine beauty activities so they are prepared to look pretty once they leave. what girl doesn’t love girl time with her friends?
once a fakeboy is impregnated, she begins learning homemaking skills to prepare her for motherhood. if she didn’t have a husband before joining the program, she is matched with a man to marry her and keep watch over her once she leaves. he will report her progress to the program, in case she needs to be readmitted.
every fakeboy will leave as a proper woman, refeminized and with a baby on her hip, finally free of the delusions she once believed.
going under anesthesia for top surgery and instead waking up in restraints , pumped full of drugs, and forced to watch detrans hypno. you're not leaving that hospital until you're back in your right mind and refeminized again đź’—đź’—đź’—đź’—đź’—
Omg more people than I expected were into the medfet forced detransition concept I posted! Here’s an extended version of the fantasy I like to imagine while I masturebate
TW: Transphobia, Forced detransition, non-con medical and surgical experiments, Intox
This is all fantasy!
I had recently gone on a few dates with who I thought was a very nice man who respected my identity as a transgender man. He even was a doctor who told me he specialized in transgender medicine. Naturally I felt very comfortable with him and after quite a few dates he had gotten to know me and my medical history, future plans quite well. I didn’t find it strange how much he wanted to know about my medical history and future plans, he’s a doctor after all. I told him all about my top surgery, how happy and free it made me feel. I told him about my hysterectomy and how it made me feel safe and relived, periods were a huge source of dysphoria for me, and getting pregnant is my worst nightmare. I even told him about my plans and appointments for a phalloplasty constitutional. He was nothing but supportive the whole time.
We had been going out for quite a while, and I thought it was going well. I was happy to find a man who I felt comfortable with and respected by. I even offered to let him come to my phallo consult, but he was unfortunately working that day. I headed out for the appointment on my own…and that’s all I remember.
I don’t know how long it was, but eventually I started to hear muffled voices and sounds, but I couldn’t open my eyes or move. I was stuck, but slowly I was regaining my senses. I could hear that I was in a hospital, the beeping of monitors, and the chatter of nurses. I could feel the hospital bed beneath me, and the IV in my arm. Eventually I had enough consciousness to focus on the chatter of the nurses around me. I heard the doors to my room open and a few people entered. Someone pulled back the blankets that covered me. I felt a pair of hands move and adjust my hospital gown from my chest…the hands began to grope at what felt like…large,full, plump, breasts….that couldn’t be right. I had top surgery years ago! That large weight on my chest couldn’t possibly be my breasts!
“This is incredible! Her breasts have filled out better than we could have imagined!” A woman’s voice exclaimed as she continued to grope and feel what were now confirmed to somehow be my breasts!
“Yes. In fact they’ve come back even larger than they were before.” A cold yet familiar voice said from farther back in the room. It was my boyfriend. My blood ran cold and my mind began to race. I had no idea how long i had been incapacitated, or how long I would be incapacitated. Why was this happening!
“Lift her gown please. Let’s check how she’s healing.” He said to what I assumed were his nurses. I felt hands undress me, and begin to inspect my abdomen. I felt strange…sore, and bloated. Gloved hands reached between my legs, and inserted two fingers into my wet vagina.
“She’s menstruating! It worked!” One of the nurses exclaimed.
There’s no way. My heart felt like it stopped in my chest. Being misgendered already was cruel enough, but to know the wetness between my legs was actually my period. There was nothing I could do.
“She’s a medical breakthrough.” My boyfriend said with a sense of morbid fascination. “Continue her hormone treatment, monitor her current menstruation, and her future menstruation cycle. When she is at her most fertile we will continue with the next phase.” He instructed the nurses.
I don’t know how long I spent with the nurses cooing over me and gossiping about my period, and how well my body was taking to my hormones. They talked about how excited they were to be apart of women’s medical history, and be able to help a woman like me who desperately regretted being brainwashed into transitioning at a young age. The dysphoria I felt is indescribable…but for some reason it made me wet…
Eventually the day came where I was moved into what felt like a gyno chair. My legs were spread wide in the stirrups and my vagina was on display.
“You all may leave, I am able to inject the sample on my own.” I heard my boyfriend dismiss his team. His hand gripped my thighs and I heard his belt unbuckle. He began to rub his throbbing cock against my dripping wet pussy.
“See your pussy is thankful for what im doing. She’s dripping wet and begging to be bred like the woman you are.” He said to me as he pushed his penis deep inside my vagina.
“Your real name is going to go down in history as the first woman to successfully medically detransition.” He grunted in my ear as he pleasured himself with my body.
“You’re going to be famous for being the first successful uterine transplant recipient…especially now that you’ve been inseminated.” He groaned as he ejaculated deep inside me.
He patted my pussy and brought his team back into the room. He instructed the nurses to keep me in position for the next few hours so the sample would have the best chance of taking, and then to regularly preform pregnancy tests. I could only pray that his semen wouldn’t take.
My eyes began to open. I don’t know what changed or how long it had been…but I saw lots of people crowding me. I heard my deadname being called by many different voices. Cameras and microphones were being held near mg face.
“Tessa! Tessa! Your story is so inspiring!”
“Tell us about your experience as a woman who was brainwashed into believing she was a transgender man!”
“How does it feel to be the first woman to get pregnant with a successful uterine transplant!?”
That’s when I looked down at myself. My once flat chest was now huge and…natural!? My breasts had grown back triple the size they were, too big to fit into any binder now. My stomach was round with a big ripe baby bump. I was undeniably pregnant. I could feel my large engorged breasts resting atop my plump baby bump. When I looked up from my new body, I saw my boyfriend standing behind all the reporters, smiling at me.
This is all fantasy! I hope you enjoyed if you made it this far, if anyone is interested in more of this let me know, I’ve never made a written post this long before!
I woke up groggily, feeling cold metal wrapping around my nude body. My eyes widened and I saw that I was inside some sort of machine, restrained by it. I tried to move, but there was no give.Â
“Returning to original sex” a calm voice rang out somewhere above. I suddenly jolted forwards, and two large spherical devices latched onto my chest. They were freezing cold against my flat chest, and I shuddered. I felt a pressure building, and a heavy weight on my chest caused me to lean forwards as the devices popped away. I looked down in horror to see… large boobs hanging off of my previously flat chest. No, it was impossible, I had gotten top surgery, how were they back?? I began to cry as I watched them sway and move with each breath I took. The machine began to move again and I screamed for it to stop, but the voice came back and stated,Â
“Remain calm. You are returning to how you are meant to be, your real biology.”Â
I felt something jam into my crotch, and I begged again for it to stop. But it was too late, my bottom surgery had been reversed as well, my hole wet and empty. I felt defeated, all of my hard work being reversed within minutes. I heard a buzz and looked to see rectangular devices rolling along my body, removing all my body hair. Every last bit of masculinity was being removed from me…Â
As a final touch, a spindly piece of metal shoved an E pill down my throat. I was shoved out onto a hard ground, vulnerable and naked, no clue of where I was. I saw an exit and stumbled towards it, hoping that nobody saw my exposed tits and cunt as I headed home.
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Imagining a trans masc character accidentally transgressing a magic boundary being captured and magically forcefemmed...he spent so long gaining confidence in himself as masculine and choosing clothes and style and appearance to be just the kind of man he wants. but the witch or etc attacks and transforms all who enter her domain into her maidservant and now hair that has been comfortably cropped short becomes long and luscious, breasts and ass expanding and rounding until they rip and ruins his favorite clothes, exposed to everyone's view to an exaggerated size, hips widening for childbirth, all while he can only struggle in horror trying to cover his body up with the remaining scraps of clothing but it's useless as everything is too big and voluptuous to hide, he tries to call for help but his voice is now small and high and unused.
"what a lovely girl you make!" the witch says satisfied with her handiwork. "You'll need some new clothes...but it will take a while to sew to your new measurements...in the meantime, your body may serve my helpers."
The new maidservant has no choice now but to submit to the other witch's "guests" who stop by and marvel at the beautiful naked maiden offering his body to them as they enter the domain through the correct, sanctioned entrance, not realizing the pain they inflict as they touch all over and grope greedily at the body he never wanted but is now forced to feel aroused by
Need a man to hypnotize me with a super specific sound(like a certain whistle or super uncommon phrase). He uses it to make me completely pliant, does it once, and leaves me there. From there he could take all the time in the world detransitioning me, getting me big silicone tits, dick sucking lips, Lazer hair removal.... Then when he's all done turning me into a hyperfeminine giggling bimbo, he uses the trigger to bring me back up. I come back years later a complete blow up sex doll of a woman, it's the most dysphoric I've ever been, and I let it all happen! And of course, now that I'm pregnant it would be silly to try to go back....
Need to get me a dumb trusting fakeboy roommate who doesn't check his medicine cabinet nearly as much as he should... there's just so many fun things you can do when nobody is looking too closely.
A few testosterone vials replaced with repronex... a few birth control pills replaced with placebo sugar tablets... and maybe even your melatonin replaced with something a little stronger. All so can have my fun when you inevitably knock out cold... ♡ ^x^
Need to get me a dumb trusting fakeboy roommate who doesn't check his medicine cabinet nearly as much as he should... there's just so many fun things you can do when nobody is looking too closely.
A few testosterone vials replaced with repronex... a few birth control pills replaced with placebo sugar tablets... and maybe even your melatonin replaced with something a little stronger. All so can have my fun when you inevitably knock out cold... ♡ ^x^
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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.
I want to feel what it's like to have my eggs flooded with thick semen and be fertilized by his sperm, because it means I've been marked and now I belong to someone who poured his DNA into my fertile womb.
