I Am A Needy Toy

but consider also: bra shaped portals for people to suck your tits on demand and out of your control

Either two separate portals so different people each can access one tit at a time, or they connect as a larger portal so they can use both

any that try to make a quick exit get blocked by another big waiting in reserve.

“You’re not going anywhere princess”

making all of the ftms that get caught line up, strip down to their underwear and replace them with pretty lingerie (if they’re not wearing any panties or lingerie already)

“you look like a bitch in heat humping away on that vibrator!”

“clearly you’re far too dumb and horny to think for yourself”

“no, I’m not going to “turn it up” we don’t want you to have any ‘accidents’’

“sorry? What was that I can’t understand your desperate moaning”

“awww you’re exhausted and your little clit is all sore and swollen? Here, let me help - pushes the vibrator more tightly against her clit and secures it in place - see you in a few hours!”

“you want to use your hands? “Mmmph!” well, I’m sorry but your hands are only used for jerking a boys hard cock. You’ll just have to keep humping away in desperation!”

“awwww you’ve just got a silly little girl button haven’t you…”

“only a few more hours left…”

“since you didn’t cum yet, I think it’s only fair I give you another hour to try, don’t you? There’s a good girl!”

“but it’s on a slightly too low setting and you can’t get close? I think you need to hump it faster - starts humping even faster - Good girl! Keep that up for another hour and let me know if you manage anything!”

“times up! I guess you didn’t want to cum today did you…”

“be a good girl and grind your little pink button on your little pink wand for me”

“oh princess, look at the massive wet patch you’ve made in your panties! I haven’t even turned your vibrator on yet!”

“overstimulation isn’t a vid reason for me to turn it off and stop…”

“all of the young boys want to find out how a ‘girl does it’ so you’re going to hump away and show them how you you rub your little clit whilst they watch”

“you see how this works? I press the vibrator on to your little clit, you leak on the vibrator which lubes it up, I can keep pressing the vibrator against your little clit, it’s an endless circle!”

“no I’m not going to “turn it off because your little clit is really sore”. You should have thought about that when you were bratty earlier…”

“if you really are a boy, don’t get wet like a girl and prove it to me - smirking at her already leaking pussy”

“the vibrator on your little clit has completely switched your brain off, hasn’t it? - indiscriminate moaning.”

“wow it fits so snuggly in between your lips. Aren’t you so pretty!”

A few months ago I started dating this guy. Very nice cis man a few years older than me. He took me out on a date. We started texting more and more afterwards and opened up about kinks. I didn’t share my detrans kink right away.

I forget how it came about, if he mentioned it first or if I did but one day it came up. Well he realized how turned on it made me and jumped into it head first.

During normal conversations he made references to me being a woman. He would say “how’s my girl doing?” When I woke up in the morning. It all made me guilty but disgustingly horny. When I had to fill out forms with my birth sex on them I sent him pics.

He changed my name in his phone to my deadname. He told me he would never fuck me as a man ever again. Every single time we fucked he called me a woman. I started shaving my body, wearing lingerie under my clothes for him.

Anyways it didn’t work out for other reasons and he dumped me but wow was that fun

Aww, this one is just sweet. You start dating a nice guy, you open up to him about what your cunt really needs, and he treats you like the slutty girl that you are.

My favorite part about this, actually, is the forms. Because it shows off one of the best things about fakeboys: even the most mundane reminders of what you are can get you wet. Some girls need wine and roses and soft beds; some girls put down an "F" on paperwork and are instantly ready to be fucked full of cum on a hard floor.

I wanted to get a little more in depth about what we did.

At first I told him I only wanted to do the detrans kink part of the time and he agreed. However, he did confess that he thought it would be very exciting to do it all the time.

Little by little he began wearing down my mind. If I forgot something obvious he would blame it on my “girl brain”. When I made a joke I was his “crazy woman”.

What did it for me was how casual and confident he was. He called me a woman, the opposite of my identity, as if he was commenting on the weather. It was as though my years of transition and hard work were just nothing. The worst part was how much I enjoyed it. I was slipping off to my bedroom throughout my day to make myself cum.

The horniness became more and more overwhelming until I stopped telling him I needed emotional breaks from the kink.

He noticed, and told me how happy he was that I was more comfortable with myself. I had shared with him pictures of me pre transition in college and he sent them to me telling me I was so beautiful in them. He said he couldn’t wait for me to get back to that and how happy he was to be able to help. It was all so caring and degrading.

At his house I told him I wanted to wrestle him and prove I was stronger. He laughed at me sweetly and agreed. Anyways one moment I was on my feet and the next I was flat on my back with my legs over his shoulders hahaha. I did genuinely try my best to fight back but it was kind of shocking how easy he overpowered me. He knew he was a lot stronger than me so did it gently by firm as to not hurt me. My pants were pulled down and he choked me while he fished his cock out and….well you know the rest.

I think it was that experience that really solidified in my mind I was not a man. Even the guys I’ve messaged with after the breakup have made references to my small and delicate nature even if I never mentioned my detrans kink.

Next he began calling me by my deadname more. My real name, my legal name. In a matter of days it was all he called me, whispering it in my ear even around my friends. He showed me how he changed my name in his phone.

We went out with my friends and he pulled me into a club bathroom and fucked me. All while calling me his girl and I confessed to him out loud over and over that I was a woman and would never pretend to be a man again. It was the most turned on I’ve ever been.

He pulled me aside three time that night to breed my pussy. Each time he just pulled up my pants and we went back to the party.

Anyways I just thought I’d share that haha. Haven’t been able to cum even months after we last saw each other without thinking about how I’m a woman.

The first ask was fun, but this is so much better. 🖤

I love that the thing that really made you his woman was... casual misogyny. Again, some girls would be upset at their boyfriend implying they were ditzy and emotional because of their sex - but not you! You'd fought so hard to be a man, and so him telling you that you were a silly girl was just one defeat layered on another, and that just made you need to find somewhere private to rub your girl brains out.

The wrestling, though: that's classic. It's so funny that fakeboys truly don't understand how different they are from men. Believing the lies you tell yourself that you're basically a man, I guess? But it's hard to keep up that lie when you're fighting as hard as you can, and he's trying his best to be gentle, and you still end up on your back with your dripping pussy spread wide open.