Breaking news: local "boy" found in possession of soft and chubby little pussy that drools all over the place and milks cocks and hugs fingers sooo well
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I wish i could find audio of someone telling me theyre going to get me pregnant over and over. Theyre pounding me hard, skin slapping skin, building up speed and failing to keep their voice from getting more demanding and possessive. They tell me how im going to have their baby, theyre going to fuck me again and again until im knocked up for sure. Their intense drilling into my cunt picks up and they get to the point of screaming for me to take their cum and get. pregnant. Then they fulfill their promise and flood my thirsty womb with their seed, stuffing me so full, I hear load after load get dumped inside me, theyre groaning in ecstasy and pleasure.
I get a lot of pregnancy type dreams but last night was the first time it turned me on đľâđŤ
Thereâs something so hot about breasts swelling with milk. Filled to the point of discomfort. And of course the fact that theyâd be impossible to bind or even hide beneath a baggy teeâŚ
And the pure lack of autonomy, especially in a forced pregnancy :3
Hey friendly reminder: Donât Ruin your life for kink
Donât harm yourself for kink
Donât isolate yourself for kink
Donât put yourself into debt for kink
Donât put yourself in danger for kink
Alot of people talk a big game about these things, but please practice safe kink practices. Negotiate saftey, boundaries, establish consent. Practice aftercare and check in and make sure people you trust know where you are. Whether youâre dominant, submissive, or switch you deserve safe fun consensual kinks.
It can become dangerous for you and/or your partner(s) really quickly if you donât make the small effort to make it safe. Getting off is not worth it.
I want to get a fakeboy nice and high. As high as I can fucking get her. To the point where he doesn't even realize that time exists any more. Let it all pass her by in a blur. Take him into a nice, dark room, then put headphones on her that are looping an audio made by me where I tell her that she's delusional and dumb for thinking she could ever be a boy. Then, I put a vibrator on his clit, tie up his arms, and walk away. Maybe for two hours. Maybe for four. When I come back I want her to be just coming down from the high, finally regaining full clarity as I rape her wet cunt <3
I want to see how badly that would scramble her brain. I want to see if she would ever lie about being a boy again.
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itâd be so sexy if youâd put your age in your bio đĽľđ like so hot of you, donât you want to put your age in your fucking bio 𫣠thereâs always a pinned post too đđ˝đđ˝ you know if you put your age nice and visible tiny faeries will suck you off in your sleep đĽşđĽ°
...decided that you should be growing your tits, actually, so she began slipping you progesterone while you slept. She took care to replicate the label on your testosterone vials 1:1, before slapping them onto estrogen vials instead.
You began to notice the effects of being estrogen-dominant once again, but since you've been on T for over 4 years, you've forgotten what an estrogen baseline feels like. You simply assumed that you've been tired; that you've been moody; that you've been...unusually horny?
Oh yeah, and your tits have begun to feel tender and oh so sensitive. You can even swear that your binder is a bit harder to pull over your chest now.
Six whole months pass - a blurry twilight full of tenderness, increasingly-tight binders, mood swings you've lost the metric for, and nights where you are all but begging for your girlfriend to help you relieve your newfound, seemingly-alien sex drive.
As fun as this has been for her, she eventually got tired of how long this was taking. She began to root through her condom stash, and to poke tiny little holes in them. You have always trusted her, and she has never done you wrong, so why would you ever bother to check on this? She also made sure to replace your birth control with the placebos, so there was no way you would not fall pregnant by the end of her exercise.
She was going to have you grow giant tits, one way or another. Tits that were impossible to contain inside of a binder, or to even hide underneath a hoodie. In the back of her mind, she would always think:
"I want to make him her my girlfriend, by any means necessary. I want people to think we're girlfriends. I want it to be impossible for people to think he's she's anything BUT my girlfriend."
As you and her made love that first night, after poking holes in her condoms, she seemed to be a lot more assertive than usual. As if she had gained some new energy, as she pounded into your wet, sloppy, burning cunt with increasing force. As she finished into the condom, and latched onto your nipple to bring you to your own completion. That night, you could swear that you saw stars behind your eyes...
It only took her a few weeks to get the exact results that she wanted. Three months in, as you were recovering from yet another bout of morning nausea, you glanced down at your belly. Things didn't look quite the same as they used to, and you have been noticing your breasts feeling even more tender as of late...
You wrote off the possibility of pregnancy pretty quickly. You've been on birth control for 3 years, you haven't had a period in 4 years, you've been consistent with your T dose for about as long, and your girlfriend has used a condom every time you two have had sex. Which, come to think of it, has been a lot in the past year or so...
The chances of accidental pregnancy between you two are incredibly miniscule, but you still bit your lip as you seriously considered the possibility.
As you tried to put together the pieces, your thoughts were cut short by a phone call. As if in a dream, you moved to answer it.
"Hello, I'm calling from the Stator Clinic, about a surgical referral. Am I speaking to..."
Well, shit.
If you really, truly were pregnant, through some fucked-up astronomical odds, then you wouldn't be able to get top surgery. Something you've been waiting for, for almost five years.
You looked up, and saw your girlfriend standing in the doorway. As your eyes met hers, you could swear that she was wearing amusement on her face - just for the slightest moment, before blinking it away. Only confused concern lived there now. Or were you just imagining the twinkle in her eyes? After all, she's always had your best interests at heart.
Remember when people used to compliment you for being smart? Yeah, itâs been a while since anyone mentioned that, hm? In fact nowadays most of your friends even dumb down their vocabulary when talking to you đâ¨
So you've overcome dysphoria with your breasts? This kink has helped your confidence, so you decide to pump them so you can maybe make them grow a little.
A week in, you shamefully squeeze two perky, round, full beeasts into your binder. You did not expect pumping to effect you that fast. The mounds hurt and tingled under the binder. One look back at the mirror, you choked up tears as your once-flat chest, now jiggled with each turn.
The binder couldn't hold back and the zip undoing and flesh pouring back into place.
The bounce was so dramatic, that your puffy thick nipples finally gave way. Milk spilled out and you felt the intense pressure aroused your breasts beyond anything you'd felt before. You let out a shameful moan as you squeezed your melons together to relieve the pressure.
You regret this. You can't ignore them anymore. And they give you uncomfortable arousing feelings that goes beyond your kink. But it's too late, that pumping triggered something maternal in your brain, and it's only going to get more intense.
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Omg more people than I expected were into the medfet forced detransition concept I posted! Hereâs 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 didnât find it strange how much he wanted to know about my medical history and future plans, heâs 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 ownâŚand thatâs all I remember.
I donât know how long it was, but eventually I started to hear muffled voices and sounds, but I couldnât 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 chestâŚthe hands began to grope at what felt likeâŚlarge,full, plump, breastsâŚ.that couldnât be right. I had top surgery years ago! That large weight on my chest couldnât possibly be my breasts!
âThis is incredible! Her breasts have filled out better than we could have imagined!â A womanâs voice exclaimed as she continued to grope and feel what were now confirmed to somehow be my breasts!
âYes. In fact theyâve come back even larger than they were before.â 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!
âLift her gown please. Letâs check how sheâs healing.â He said to what I assumed were his nurses. I felt hands undress me, and begin to inspect my abdomen. I felt strangeâŚsore, and bloated. Gloved hands reached between my legs, and inserted two fingers into my wet vagina.
âSheâs menstruating! It worked!â One of the nurses exclaimed.
Thereâs 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.
âSheâs a medical breakthrough.â My boyfriend said with a sense of morbid fascination. âContinue 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.â He instructed the nurses.
I donât 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 womenâs 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 indescribableâŚbut for some reason it made me wetâŚ
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.
âYou all may leave, I am able to inject the sample on my own.â 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.
âSee your pussy is thankful for what im doing. Sheâs dripping wet and begging to be bred like the woman you are.â He said to me as he pushed his penis deep inside my vagina.
âYour real name is going to go down in history as the first woman to successfully medically detransition.â He grunted in my ear as he pleasured himself with my body.
âYouâre going to be famous for being the first successful uterine transplant recipientâŚespecially now that youâve been inseminated.â 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 wouldnât take.
My eyes began to open. I donât know what changed or how long it had beenâŚbut 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.
âTessa! Tessa! Your story is so inspiring!â
âTell us about your experience as a woman who was brainwashed into believing she was a transgender man!â
âHow does it feel to be the first woman to get pregnant with a successful uterine transplant!?â
Thatâs when I looked down at myself. My once flat chest was now huge andâŚnatural!? 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, Iâve never made a written post this long before!
Imagine waking up after top surgery and instead of it being flat, your chest is even bigger? When the doctors walks in and you ask, freaking out, they say
âIt would be a shame if you did that to your body. Were medical professionals, we know best,â
And then youâre unable to ever get a breast reduction because itâs permanently on your medical records.
Number 1 fantasy rn is having sex with a partner who knows about this kink and likes engaging in it with me and has always been nothing short of respectful about it. It only ever stays in the bedroom but I always dress up in pretty feminine outfits for them and they only ever use my dead name while we're having sex. I'm tied down and they've been teasing me for a while now so I'm super sensitive and desperate
Then all of the sudden they say "if you cum, I'm going to make you detransition for real." They don't let up, rubbing my clit faster and faster as I try to question what they mean in between moans.
"If you cum" they explain, "then this doesn't get to just be a fantasy anymore. I'm going to make you into a girl again if you want me to or not." They can't help but smirk as my hips jolt at their words.
They go on go explain in detail how they'll detransition me step by step, using all my fantasizes against me and abusing my poor clit. I, of course, assume this is all just play. There's no way they could be serious, and I'm very much enjoying the fantasy. I'm so wet there's a puddle beneath me, and it doesn't take long until I'm cumming so hard I see white. Now that the scene is done, I'm waiting for my partner to untie me, but they don't.
They get up and leave, utterly ignoring me when I ask what they're doing. It's only when they return with my testosterone and make me watch as they dump it all in the trash that it sinks in that this was never just play. That they were 100% serious about making me a girl
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So you've overcome dysphoria with your breasts? This kink has helped your confidence, so you decide to pump them so you can maybe make them grow a little.
A week in, you shamefully squeeze two perky, round, full beeasts into your binder. You did not expect pumping to effect you that fast. The mounds hurt and tingled under the binder. One look back at the mirror, you choked up tears as your once-flat chest, now jiggled with each turn.
The binder couldn't hold back and the zip undoing and flesh pouring back into place.
The bounce was so dramatic, that your puffy thick nipples finally gave way. Milk spilled out and you felt the intense pressure aroused your breasts beyond anything you'd felt before. You let out a shameful moan as you squeezed your melons together to relieve the pressure.
You regret this. You can't ignore them anymore. And they give you uncomfortable arousing feelings that goes beyond your kink. But it's too late, that pumping triggered something maternal in your brain, and it's only going to get more intense.
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