breed me back into a girl

last night my wife covered me in topical estrogen while fingering me and calling me a good girl

i don't even know how much she put on me

It started with just a drop - I said I was scared and she said "that's okay" and I watched as the drop fell from the dropper onto my skin

then she reached down and felt my pussy which was so embarrassingly wet

"oh you liked that, didn't you? You want more huh?" And I tried to protest but she didn't listen to me and she drizzled the whole rest of the dropper onto me as she plunged her fingers inside my cunt

"Jesus you are so wet you like this so much, it's hilarious!"

And she made me rub it in, she made me play with my tits, she made me call myself her good girl, and then she started fucking me

"maybe all this estrogen will make it more likely for me to knock you up" as she thrusted into me

"But, just to be sure..." And she took the dropper and squirted even more estrogen onto my tits

before flipping me over and fucking me from behind, insisting that I rub all the estrogen into my tits and call myself her good girl

You should too, your 'detransition', even if you call it a 'just a kink', will not make you truly feel good if you are not actively submitting to a dominant woman, and being her slutty toy.

Go for it, be the bitch you should've been from the start instead of pretending to be a 'man'. You were never one- everyone has always seen you as a perverted slut, who is so delusional she needs to be owned by a woman.

Fuck me a couple times like normal so I don’t think anything of it, call me a good boy and call my clit my little dick.

Then one time when we’re fucking take pictures of me in compromising positions, tell me it’s all just for fun, so you can jerk off to them later. And of course I say yes because I trust you, I want to please you.

Keep doing this until you have a whole library of my nudes. Me sucking your cock, me getting face fucked.

At first you make a joke of it. If I don’t call myself a good girl you won’t let me cum. And I want to cum so of course I say it. But I don’t mean it.

Until one day when I refuse to say it because I’m not a girl, and if I want to cum I’ll just wait till you leave. That’s when you pull out your phone and show me how much you have on me. All my nudes, all my personal info, all my contacts.

So I say it again, this time actually scared. I’m a good girl okay I swear just delete it all. But you don’t. You refuse. You now own me. You own my life.

Now I have no choice, I don’t want my nudes leaked so you keep reminding me I’m a girl. I’m not actually a boy. Boys have cocks I just have a stupid little clit.

Eventually you give me no choice but to slowly detransition, threatening me that you’ll leak everything if I so much as refill my testosterone prescription.

My life is now fucked and owned by you. I have no choice but to be a stupid slutty girl for you.

Maybe I'd just make it so it releases the entire rest of the dose if you get too far from the basement. Maybe you'd seize and get brain damage, but I don't need you to be coherent to enjoy using my living sex toy.

-☕️

being pumped full of horomones, giving them big, leaking tits, then not being allowed to go outside with anything covering their tits or holes

dropping to their knees and opening their mouth any time a trans man needs to shove his dick into something. being used as sex toys in public , examples of what happens to dumb girls who think theyre good enough to be a trans guy

"good boy~"

"such a good boy"

"fuck- good boy"

over and over again as you take their cock deep inside of you, ramming your guts each time. until finally, you feel them fuck deep inside of you, stilling their hips as they pump cum deep inside you. as you're about to cum you feel them lean in and whisper

"good girl~"

You’ve never hooked up with anyone before, wary of being misgendered. But we’ve had a few dates and I’ve been sweet and respectful, so you invite me to your apartment, affecting confidence you don’t really feel.

We’ll start kissing immediately after we enter your apartment. I’ll crowd you against the wall like in the movies and you’ll think it’s romantic, if a bit corny. I’ll strip you of your clothes and when I reach to pull off your binder you’ll try to protest, try to say something along the lines of “Hey, actually I’d rather keep it on”. But I’m still kissing you whenever I can reach your lips and you let the moment pass, loathe to make it awkward. I told you I was gay, so there’s no way I’ll see your chest as anything other than masculine, right? You try to tug off my clothes but I kneel and moan that I want to suck your cock. You like the way I worded that, so you let me pull your pants and briefs off.

I’m completely clothed and you’re completely naked when I yank the door open and pull you out into the hall.

You freeze for a moment in shock, then try to scramble back into your apartment yelling “what the fuck-”. I grab you from behind and shush you. You don’t want your neighbour to come out and investigate, do you? You really want them to see you like this? Tits and pussy out?

You tremble as I push you closer to your neighbour’s door until you’re practically peering into their peep hole. I lazily hump your bare ass and you can feel my hard on through my jeans. You can’t quite believe this is happening. I grab your fat tit with my left hand and snake a hand between your legs, ignoring your clit to play with that feminine hole you so loathe. My fingers just shy of entering, press just enough to burn a little. Deliberately stretching you out.

“You know,” I say conversationally, “I’m actually straight. It’s hilarious that you thought a gay man will ever want you. Your tits were practically bursting out of that sports bra you call a binder.”

I jiggle your breasts and laugh. “Do your neighbours know you’re a woman pretending to be a man? I mean it’s pretty obvious. I bet they won’t even be surprised if they open this door right now. Not surprised that you have huge udders, just shocked and disgusted by how much of a perverted skank you are.”

With a hushed and shaky voice, you demand to be released. I pull out my cock, rub the length against the underside of your pussy and you freeze again. ‘Absolutely no go zone’, your bio had said. I press a smile against your cheek and amuse myself by smacking your pussy with my cock. I adore how much you hate it. I can’t wait to break you in until you love it.

You’ve changed your tune, quietly begging to stop instead of making demands. Despite everything, you’re getting wet. The slap of my cock against your labia makes it obvious to anyone who might hear. I squeeze your tits affectionately when you start to cry.

I wriggle a finger in your vagina, then two. You act like a bug has crawled up there instead. I reach in as far as I can and feel the brush of your cervix on the tip of my middle finger. “You feel that? That’s the entrance to your womb. A man can just press his cock head flush against this and breed your womb with his cum. Then a fetus will grow inside you until your belly fills with water and gets bloated and heavy with a baby ‘cause that’s what you’re designed to do.”

You try to twist away in revulsion but I press you harder against your neighbour’s door and you have to still to stay quiet. I pull out my fingers and stroke my cock with your cunt slick. I kiss your ear. “I won’t breed you if you do as I say. I don’t particularly want to take care of a baby either, but I’ll have to if you disobey. So for the both of us, you can be a good girl, right?”

You hate yourself as you force yourself to nod. I make you say it. It feels like something in you dies as you whisper against the door, ‘I’ll be a good girl’. Then, you’re biting back a scream as I force my cock inside you.

It’s a tight fit. It feels absolutely wonderful to force myself inside your virgin cunt. With firm presses and sharp jabs. It feels the opposite of wonderful to you. You’re desperately trying to suppress the sobs from the pain and violation. You Can’t be seen like this, you just can’t.

I give you some respite once I’m hilted inside you, taking a moment to luxuriate in your warm tight insides. I pull your hips back with me, walking backwards until you’re arched, hands and forearms braced against the door for support. I pull out a little, then thrust into you, satisfied when your heavy tits swing forward and smack against the door. You gasp and try to cover your tits to reduce the noise but I pinch your ass hard in warning and tell you to resume the position. You swallow down your protests and obey.

For the next ten minutes, I fuck you roughly, the sound of my balls slapping against your thighs are drowned out my the smack smack smack of your tits knocking on your neighbour’s door. There is no way your neighbour hasn’t heard by now. Maybe they’re standing on the other side of the door, shocked and frozen with indecision. Maybe they’re watching through the intercom, guiltily pleasuring themself to the sight of a girl with big fat tits being raped against his front door. Or maybe they haven’t noticed, headphones drowning out all other noise. Maybe they’re not home. You have no idea, and that makes it worse somehow.

My hips stutter as I get closer to coming and you beg for me to pull out. I say I will if you say you’re a girl and beg for me to breed you. You cry. It’s a trap. You know it. I know you know it. But there’s no other option than to try. So you sob ‘I’m a girl’ and you beg. Force yourself to omit the ‘don’t’ as you beg ‘please breed me’.

And I do. I press my cock against your cervix with one last thrust and fill your womb with burst after burst of cum. You didn’t know you’d feel it all. The twitch and pulse of my cock and the hot sticky wetness filling parts of you you wish you never had.

"Can you say 'please' again?" She asks. "I really like when you say it like that."

"Please?" You say.

Her legs are on top of yours just as well but not holding her up. Instead below your chests both of you are bound together by gravity. Her mass distorts the sensation of your body. Skin meets skin and bone narrowly avoids bone. Like a weighted blanket, but still so much larger than you.

"No, not like that, not exactly. Like you're desperate for more. Like you're hungry for it."

You think about earlier. Picture her lips upon yours. Soft against soft. Brushing against each other and lingering to let teeth nibble. Gasping at the contact and leaving room. Tongue intruding and entering you. Foreign bodies exploring you. Scanning over your teeth and pressing back your own tongue. Reaching into you and seeing more of you. Before pulling back and her eyes teasing upon you as you struggle to breathe.

"Please," you say.

"Mhm. Like that," she says. "Then, can you say it like that again, for me?"

Now her eyes are teasing again. Running along your face and lips, looking into your own and smiling at what they see. See her judge your voice and see her take in the noises you make. Feel yourself breathe almost like you did turn and watch her see you struggle.

"Pllease?"

"Repeat it again, and again, and again."

Conjure the memories again. Watch her mouth move as she speaks. Watch her tongue shift between positions. Watch her close her mouth and smile at you. Feel her shift above you. Feel her breath upon you.

"Please, please, please."

"Say it like it's the only word you've ever known, like the only thing you can possibly say, like it's all you ever want or believe."

Your voices both still echo with some kind of afterglow. The rhythm of earlier activities contained within them. Yours is almost breathy, like you're struggling to work your voice box. Hers rings with distant giggles. Mischief and excitement.

"Please."

"Say it like I'm your long lost lover and you're touching yourself imagining my fingers upon you again."

She's really teasing you now, but you don't care. Focus on the memories and sensations. Focus on the sound of her voice and her eyes upon you.

"Please."

"Say it like saying it is your only purpose. Like it's a magic word that will break the spell upon you. Say it like you've forgotten how to live except to say it."

"Please."

"Repeat it until you I tell you to stop."

"Please. Please. Pleaseplease. Please. Please. Pleaseplease. Please. Pleaseplease," you say. "Please. Please. Pleeease."

"Stop. Breathe in, then say it like you can't say anything else."

You look into her eyes as you say it. Imagining all your words leaving you until only one word remains.

"Please."

"Then, say it like all of those things were true at once. Like it's the most important word in the world."

"Please."

"Say anything else."

"Please."

And you say it before you can fully process her words, and then she continues before you catch yourself.

"Good girl."