I met up with a man I met online almost three years ago now. We had a brief and risky breeding encounter but nothing that lasted very long when I found out he was married with a wife. I respectfully told him that wasn’t a situation I wanted to be involved in and wished him the best. Fortunately he was understanding. I never expected to see him again.

I met him on Grindr a few weeks ago, he remembered my name and told me he has since gotten divorced which is the reason i responded back. We chatted for a bit until he told me he was looking for a wife- and the future mother of his child. I was a bit shocked, I laughed at his messages until he told me he was serious. And he wanted to make me his wife.

He said he hadn’t stopped thinking about me since we had met those years ago and went into great detail about his longing to impregnate me. Needless to say I was a bit hooked on his behaviour.

He gave complete disregard to my transition, said if I was going to get pregnant I was going to be a mommy, a women- his women to be exact. That made me squirm. It made my cunt wetter than I’ve ever anticipated. It also made me terribly scared. I started feeling a lot of new (and buried) emotions that I hadn’t felt in a long time that resulted in a few cancelled breeding sessions until I finally had him over.

It was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. This very handsome man came into my room and held my body, cupped the back of my hair and gently kissed me. Slowly groping his way down to my clit. He slowly rubbed his thumb over it, my knees buckled and I started moaning softly into his shoulder. He smelled so good. He wasted very little time before he had me strip and on my back. I stroked him until he was semi hard but he wanted to rub his cock on my pussy until he was fully errect. It certainly didn’t take long. He had two weeks of cum built up for me and from that moment I had no choice but to take it.

He had me in every position imaginable. Made me feel exactly like a woman compared to him. And I hated how much I loved it all.

About halfway through this meetup he thumbed at the facial hair I’ve maintained for a few years. He looked at me and said “if you’re my woman now you need to shave this off.” I stuttered and laughed- again thinking he was joking. I told him “I’ll shave later, not a big deal.” He said “No. I think you should shave now. Right now.” And spanked my ass towards the bathroom. I could’ve said no, argued, bratted back but I didn’t. I simply walked to the bathroom and shaved the facial hair I was so proud of like it was nothing.

When I walked back into the room he smiled, got up and told me how genuinely beautiful I was before gently fingering me and filling me up two more times.

On the third time and final time before he came he had me in maiting press, was roughly fucking me until he slowed very suddenly. Had me make eye contact with him. He said “once you’re pregnant I want to us to get married. We are making a family, I want to love you as my wife. I know you will carry my children”

Unfortunately I had never cum harder.

He filled me about 6 times total in an hour and a half. He knew how scared I was, but I did it scared. I did it regardless of how “proud” I’ve been of my transition identity… I could’ve blocked him the moment we met again but here I am. Sitting here with a full womb of potent cum, ovulating and knowing that with every passing moment I could >really< be pregnant. Haha.

Sorry. I know this is a lot. Typically I wouldn’t post this as anon but I don’t know right now. My life could vastly change in a few months. I know how permanent so many of these choices are and yet… maybe this is the road I’ve always wanted to walk?

~pretty in pink

Oh, this is so sweet that I hardly know where to start.

Your pride turned out to be so insubstantial, didn't it? You thought you'd built something solid over years and years, but he just waved it away, and it disappeared. He told you to shave, and you meekly obeyed. He told you you were going to be a mommy, and you spread your legs.

Even if you aren't pregnant - even if you don't become his pregnant little wife - how could you ever forget that? That one man who really wanted you was all it took. That just being told that you were going to be his woman was enough to erase all the time you spent struggling to be your own man.

It's not even as though you found the perfect man for you and then succumbed to him. Here's what you've described to me: he's good looking. He's a good fuck. He fucked you, before, behind his wife's back. And he wants to impregnate you and have you raise his kids.

she had looked so pretty. she made your nerves disappear as you both flirted and made small talk. you liked the way she smiled. she liked the way she didn't even have to get you drunk to get you in her car. all it took was offering up a night cap and you were buckling into her passenger seat...at least that's the last memory that plays before you recall the warm, damp rag going over your mouth and nose. you remember flailing around in a way you're almost embarrassed about now.

the car jolts to a stop. even blinded by the cloth over your eyes, you look around on instinct. the driver hums low before she starts speaking.

"I'm going to open the door, and you're not going to run. wanna know why?"

you don't say anything. you don't nod or shake your head. you feel your lip start to quiver, which pulls a laugh out of her.

"this is why."

a round object touches the center of your chest. she spins the barrel and you recognize the sound. if you had been unsure, the click of the trigger confirmed it. for a split second, you felt prepared to die. but what happens instead is...nothing.

"that was a warning shot. don't get cocky."

she rolls her eyes as you start tearing up in fear, the streaks rolling down your cheeks beyond the blindfold. you hear the creak of the car door from the driver's side, and by the time she's made her way over to your seat you're fully sobbing. she mocks your panic as she yanks you out of the car, letting you hit the dirt flat and knocking the wind out of your lungs in the process. the choking sound you make as you try to catch your breath is met with her wrapping your hair into her fist as she coos over how cute you sound for her already. she pulls you up by your hair and tosses you over the hood of the car. you feel her start grinding against your ass.

"I'm too fucking turned on to keep driving. and now that I've got you, I've gotta start putting you to good use. stay still."

she tears off your pants and underwear, the sudden exposure making you shudder and whimper. you hear the clink of her belt buckle and the unzipping of pants. you're shaking from the crying, which gets you two kicks to the back of each leg and a demand to shut up. two fingers drag along your cunt and come away sticky, and you hear the sound of her laugh bubbling up again. the same two fingers suddenly find themselves inside you, dragging along the sides of your hole. she tsks, like something about it is disappointing to her.

you're ashamed under her gaze, feeling too vulnerable and afraid and turned on to say anything. you swear she can sense all of the emotions fighting inside of you, especially when she lines up her cock against you before pressing her full weight onto your back, leaning against your ear and speaking in a whisper.

"you're going to hate this, and that's okay."

a kiss on your cheek and the burning stretch of her cock as she pushes into you. it hurts.

"but you need this. I know you do."

your complete inability to move under her weight makes it worse. you worry you'll cum.

"even if you didn't need it, I need it."

she's wrapping one hand around your throat and the other is digging nail marks into your ass. you hope she leaves bruises, and the nausea hits you harder in shame.

eyes widening in fear already, obeying immediately cause I know I’ve pushed it this time and continuing to argue is going to make this so much worse

kneeling in front of you, offering you a rather large needle and some thread with shaky hands, placing my hands behind my back after handing them over. looking up at you with pleading, sorry eyes, whining, but not speaking. knowing anything else is talking back and maybe if im reaaally good now you won’t—

my thoughts are silenced by your grip on my cheeks, giving me a rough kiss before forcing the needle through skin. immediately im whimpering, digging my nails into my palm to ground myself enough to stay still for you, tears already beginning to flow down my cheeks. You slowly and methodically working your way across my mouth with the needle, ignoring my whines as you sew my mouth shut.

“dad, that’s not. you’re not…” every time she made me take the knot, i ended up crying, feeling like my cunt was being torn open. there was no way my ass would be able to take it. i let out a relieved sigh when she started working it into my cunt. taking that toy was the easy part. i liked having that hole fucked, like having it stretched, liked the way my Owner could coach me through the intense pain and pressure until i was relaxed and the thick knot was stuffing me full. it always knew how to make me feel good.

and then: a click. i felt the cold drip of lube on my ass. don’t say i never did anything for you, she muttered, and then its fingers started probing my hole.

i immediately went rigid. “daddy, hold on”

but she didn’t. she worked a finger into me and tears sprang to my eyes instantly. i was scrunching my face up and kicking just my feet back, too afraid to move the rest of my torso. i didn’t want it inside me. not there. i looked up and let it see that i was crying.

it thrust the finger deeper. even more intrusion. my chest tightened with fear. tell me, does it hurt?

i considered it. “no.”

“does it feel good?”

no consideration, this time: “no.” i tried to catch my breath and orient to the feeling of her finger dragging in and out of me. “it—it. it feels wrong.”

that moment of honesty is what i keep going back to. my cunt full of the knot, my ass stretched by just one finger. the thrusting was the worst part. i had used plugs before, but they were static, a general sense of pleasant fullness. the movement made me hyper-aware of where it was touching me. where i was letting it touch me. a week ago my Owner raped my ass. i told her that it didn’t feel good, told her to hold on, told her to “nonnononono stop moving just give me a second please” when a second finger probed into me. and it didn’t listen. and i can’t stop thinking about it.

i was crying actively, disgusted with myself for holding still, trying to find any way to make what was happening bearable. the knot felt good, still filling me up and pressing on all my sensitive spots. but i couldn’t ldnt focus on that pleasure, the unpleasantness of being fingered distracting me, keeping me tense, keeping me focused on the humiliation of lying still and taking it. it still didn’t feel good.

and that’s when she brought the horse cock out. my first instinct was hope. it wouldn’t fit, right? it couldn’t. and then, with a scream from me, it did, the first inch or so sliding into me with only a bit of resistance. my body was opening up for it, whether i wanted it to or not.

tell me it feels good. i don’t care what you think.

“it feels good, Sir,” I gritted out, clawing at the bedsheets.

good. now, keep telling me. i’ll stop when i finally believe it. and then it started thrusting, both cocks sliding in and out of me. the wet pop of the knot and the flare of the horse cock and the unbearable stretch and fullness had me sobbing from deep within my chest. i felt wretched. i felt broken. i had never been this full. i never would’ve let this happen to me. i was letting this happen to me.

“i like it, daddy. it feels… good…” i tried to lilt my words but the rawness of my voice gave me away.

it didn’t stop. come on, you can do better than that. touch yourself, make it realistic.

i tried to rub my clit in time with the thrusts. it didn’t feel good. it was raping me. it hurt. not in the physical sense, but the mental one. i was so uncomfortable, there was no way i could…

and yet. pleasure, building. the knot was hitting my gspot and the flare of the horse dick would rub against my entrance and my Owner’s breath was hot in my ear and i could hear it muttering, either to itself or to me:

fuck, you take it so easily. its like you were built for this. i can’t believe i waited this long to take you. youd do anything for your dad, wouldn’t you?

“i would!” and that was the truth. “i would daddy, i’d let you do anything, i’d like it just because it’s you. only because it’s you. just please…please…”

and then i was empty, confusingly so. the horse cock was pulled out suddenly, and my hole was left fluttering and empty. distantly, i heard her gasp. god… you’re already gaping. did i ruin you already?her fingers traced over my ass and i gasped. why did I feel so sensitive there?

“the rubbing it… it feels good” i admitted, burying my head back in the bed. its fingers felt so rough and so warm against my sore hole. i rocked myself back, the pressure on the outside feeling like relief.

my Owner cooed, rubbing my ass like it was playing with my clit. first time getting DP’ed and your poor little holes already got used to being filled?

i made some kind of sound. a protest, maybe. but the sound quickly morphed into a sharp gasp when she pulled the knotted dick out too. and then i was well and truly empty, a small part of me struggling to adjust to the sensation. but before i could even exhale it laid one palm on my back and shoved me down against the mattress, pinning me down and—

oh god. it slid in so easy. last time she tried to put it in there i got so tense and cried and cried and squirmed and was convinced no one could overcome the walls my body had up to protect me. but she slid in so easy. one moment i was empty and the next her cock was sliding into me and then it was hilted inside me and it was so so warm, almost searing inside me. or maybe the heat was in my stomach, because with every thrust i felt … hot. waves of pleasure rolled through me. i didn’t understand what i was feeling. just one moment ago i was fighting the urge to tense and now i was… rocking my hips back and moaning. not moaning—having little sounds forced out of me with every thrust.

oh, you sound even girlier now. what, i finally fuck your ass like a boy and that makes you sound like a girl? she laughed, derision creeping into her voice. fucking fakeboy. it must’ve felt me clench down because it laughed again. little fakeboy lesbian likes getting sodomized?

my cheeks burned. i couldn’t stop whimpering, legs starting to shake and tense as my dripping cunt clenched down around nothing. “i love it, daddy!” i could barely recognize my voice. “it feels… good!”

this time, i wasn’t lying. not like my body could lie to her anyway. i had already debased myself, lying there while she abused me. moaning and arching my back to meet it was just one step further. feeling good was just one step further. cumming was just one step further. i heard it laugh, low in my ear, feeling my hole give in and flutter around its dick. and its tongue was on the shell of my ear, tracing it, kissing it, fucking making out with it, and my body was full of electric currents racing up and down and through me and—

it didnt hit me fully, in that moment, how easily it had played my body, drawing pleasure out from violation. it was only afterwards, thinking about how i could feel the moment my body betrayed me, the moment my body started accommodating the sensation instead of running from it. started craving the rape instead of dreading it. my nipples stayed hard the rest of the night. and then the next day, when i was alone, i reached my hands between my legs and started rubbing my ass along with my clit.

still so sensitive. a bit sore, but the pain only kept me wet. i didn’t like when daddy touched me there. i shouldnt have liked when daddy touched me there. i was touching myself like when daddy touched me there. i was liking it. i wanted daddy to touch me there. the thoughts raced through my mind, and i let myself get high on them, on the embarrassment, on the defeat of being raped and liking it. not just that, but conditioning myself to it. thinking about it when i touched myself. i was helpless. it could do anything to me and i would be left breathlessly trying to pick up the pieces, trying to make sense of the pleasure forced into my nerves.

Searching for a job, and the first person to reach out has little to no information on your actual position, just that the pay is good and it's contracted work. The interview seemed normal except for the fact that any of your questions about your role expectations were expertly dodged.

At orientation you sign your contract and start immediately, you're offered a complimentary glass of water, with others saying you'll need it because the job is quite physical. You drink it without question. Why would you question it?

Going to change into your uniform and realize it's uniquely revealing compared to your past jobs: extremely short and loose gym shorts and a baggy tank top. You feel progressively more drowsy despite having slept a full night beforehand.

You don't remember how you got there or why you're there at first. What you do notice is when you wake up your shorts have been pulled down and your shirt pulled up. The cold air makes your nipples harden as goosebumps spread across your exposed body. For some funny reason, your body is completely stuck with your ass sticking out of a wall on one side, your legs spread and cuffed, and your face and chest sticking out of the other.

To the left and right of you there are other boys and girls all stuck in your same position, some asleep, some grimacing in pain, some with their eyes stuck rolled into the back of their heads.

You feel a cold, wet glob of something slip down your cunt as a stranger's large hands finger it inside of you, with one slipping into your tight ass, and you hear “Toy number #22 is ready to begin his first shift. Go ahead and open the doors for the customers.”

you may stick your girldick in a cuntgirl's mouth and make her swallow your cum, but then she just goes back to what she was doing immediately.

pick any cuntgirl you see on the street and you can get her as dirty as you want.

it's most fun to pick someone who's clearly dressed up and on their way to some event. a date or a job interview, for example. pick that one and tell her to stop for a minute.

"don't worry it won't take long, less than a minute even. yeah i can see you're busy but i promise I'll be quick. you don't even have to suck it, just use your hands. you won't ruin your lipstick that way"

she doesn't know you've been edging and almost jerked yourself off to completion right before this, so she doesn't expect it when your dick immediately explodes in her face.

"thanks. just one more thing-", you reassure her as you empty your bladder all over her, starting from her fancy salon hair and ending on her white tights.

"there. all done. good luck!"