You join a wrestling class. You’d been looking for a way to get some exercise, plus it’s always a good idea to know some self-defence, especially as a trans person. Of course, they only had a men’s class and a women’s. But you were starting to grow a few chin hairs from testosterone and you figured the men’s class would probably be full of men of all different sizes. You realize that this isn’t quite the case after your first couple classes. Most of the men are at least half a foot taller than you. Even the ones that only have a couple inches on you are much broader, denser. They all humour you, but you can tell they’re going easy whenever you’re partnered together. They always seem nervous, like they know they could break you easily.
One day, a long time member of the class offers to help you train one-on-one after the class is over. You know you need to improve your technique if you’re ever gonna stand a chance against these guys, so you oblige. So here the two of you are, in a private room of the gym, doing your stretches. Most of the other lights are off now, you’re the only two left at this time of night. As you stretch your arms up and out, you can feel him eyeing you, but you don’t think much of it. He’s probably just checking your form. You begin practicing some basic moves, taking turns pinning each other. But this time, when he pins you, with his thigh pressing between your legs, he doesn’t get up. You tap him, but he’s not moving. You say his name. Finally, you start trying to push him off of you. He reacts by pinning you harder. One of your knees is pressed up almost to your chest. “Ow, that hurts!” You exclaim. You squirm and still he is firmly on top of you, his large hands around your wrists. Suddenly, he shoves his lips against yours, and as you gasp, his tongue pries your mouth open wider. You try to thrash around, but it’s useless.
“God it’s been painful to watch you in class. You’re pathetic. You think all of us don’t know you’re a chick?”
He grabs both your wrists with one hand easily and starts stroking himself through his pants with the other. Your eyes widen as you see the outline of his hard penis slowly growing in this track pants. You’re in shock. His tongue is still violating your mouth eagerly. Then he moves his hand between your legs, your knee still pinned up against you. You let out a shriek as his rough fingers find the indent of your pussy through your pants. He glides over the shape of your puffy cunt, pressing lightly against your opening. To your absolute shame, you can feel the wetness slowly seeping through the fabric.
“At least your pussy knows its place.”
He tugs his pants down just enough to let his cock spring free. You’ve never seen a cock this close in real life. All of your sexual experiences have been topping cis women. It’s big. Now he’s shoving your pants down, and the shiny pink tip of his cock is dancing over your entrance. This brings you back to reality.
“Wait! Stop! Please, I haven’t, I mean I’ve never…”
“Wait, you’re a virgin? Oh man, I’m so glad you joined this class.”
“NO! You can’t do this! Someone help me!”
He looks out at the dark gym.
“Who is gonna help you? You clearly need to learn. I’m a man, I’m bigger and stronger, so I take what I want. You’re a woman, you’re weak and small, so you get your pussy split open.”
He laughs and drags his penis up and down your slit. Your eyes start to well with tears. Yet for some reason, you can still feel your pussy getting wetter and wetter with each stoke of his cock. Finally, he positions it over your hole and begins to press into you. You squeal and scream as the head gently stretches your lips apart. He groans in relief. He holds himself there for a minute, just barely past your entrance, savouring your discomfort. Then he unexpectedly thrusts all the way inside you. You can’t help but gasp and shudder. You can feel your vagina clutching on to every curve and ridge of his cock. He pulls all the way out of you and plunges back in again. This time, a little whine slips out of you.
“Now you’re getting it, princess.”
He puts a hand around your neck and begins pumping his cock in and out of you.
“You feel like a girl to me. Your pussy is sucking me back in every time I start pulling out.”
It hurts, yet some how it feels better than all the experiences you’ve had with women. The shape of his penis is rubbing against your walls in a way that feels so completely natural, like this is what your body was made for. The head bumps against your cervix. Suddenly, your eyes widen as you realize he’s obviously not wearing a condom.
“Wait! Wait! Please, just put on a condom! You can’t cum inside me, you can’t!”
He laughs again and picks up speed, causing your eyes to roll back involuntarily.
“How about this? If you admit you’re a girl, I won’t cum inside you.”
Your face is flushed, your heart is pounding.
“B-but that’s not true, I’m not… I’m not a girl.”
“Alright, suit yourself.”
He grunts as his balls slap against you.
“No! I’m a boy!! Please, please stop!”
He pushes your knee tighter to your chest. He’s at the perfect angle to impregnate you. One of his hands starts playing with your plump little clit, until his thrusts start to become more desperate, more rapid, his breath hitching. You can tell he’s going to cum. Inside. You’ll get pregnant. You panic.
“Stop! Stop! I’m a girl! I’m a girl I’m a girl I’m a girl I’m sorry I’m a girl!”
You scream. He pinches your clit again.
“Ohhhh, that’s a a good girl,” he moans and his grip on you tightens as you feel his cock twitch and throb. Suddenly, there’s a warm, pulsing sensation deep inside you. He’s cumming into you, thick ropes of sperm pumping into your womb. You sob at this realization. He’s still rubbing your little clit, and your body spasms as an orgasm takes over you against your will. You can feel your walls fluttering, your cervix lowering as he’s still unloading his balls straight into your birth canal. Your body is doing everything in its power to ensure you get pregnant. You sob and moan at the same time, envisioning your future as a mommy.
