New kink unlocked: someone emptying a used condom into your pussy after you pleaded with them to use protection and finally convinced them, only to do something that displeases them and get “You think you deserve a condom? You clearly need a baby in you to learn some manners” while you’re crying for them to not do it.

even just feeling a brush of my boyfriend’s hard penis against my body activates my female reproductive system for mating. i can feel my clitoris begin to stiffen and grow sensitive, my vagina begins to drip and relax to invite his cock inside, and i’m overwhelmed by the urge to lay back and spread my legs so he can’t resist penetrating my pink, wet, clenching pussy.

once he’s truly claiming my pussy, on top of me holding my body bent in half so he can slam his penis in and out of my babyhole at will, it feels so right to surrender all control of the situation and accept that being female means he can do whatever he wants to my body, and that my body now exists to lay there helpless and pleasure his cock. even if i tried to push him out, the contractions of my vagina would only further stimulate his penis and cause him to orgasm inside of me quicker.

when i feel his breathing get heavier and his penis start to harden and lengthen, preparing to inseminate me, i feel ecstatic. my pussy naturally clamps down around his cock, causing overwhelming pleasure for both of us as he loses control and thrusts fast and hard and so deep inside that it hurts. i can always feel him harden the last bit and shove himself as deep as he can inside me to cum, following the most basic male sexual urge to impregnate a female.

nothing turns me on like his masculine grunting and moaning as he thrusts, thrusts, thrusts, and finally slams so deep he hits my cervix and pumps his semen right into it. each pump of sperm into my unprotected pussy is ecstasy. i feel whole, i feel womanly, i feel bred. he stays there with his still-hard penis inside me, making tiny little thrusts to keep pleasuring his penis with my pussy, and to make sure his sperm doesn’t leak out too much.

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.

Idk. I'm a biology major and every time we talk about mating and sex cells and impregnation, I get ravenously horny to the point where I can't pay attention for the rest of class. We watched a video explaining the process of sperm fertilizing eggs and I soaked through my boxers. And now I can't stop imagining being the whiny mess.

I've always gotten this way about anatomical terms, but now that I've found the niche on Tumblr.. I can live however I want, do whatever I want to my body, I can even put on a strap and fuck submissive cis men, and I can enjoy it. But nothing gets me going like having my anatomy pointed out to me. Clitoris, labia, vagina, cervix, uterus. Female. The words drive me goddamn crazy. And, fuck, I don't think anything would really and truly satisfy me like having my pussy fucked and bred by a fat, throbbing cock.

It doesn't help that I have an insanely sensitive cervix. Like.. it really was meant to be pounded, huh? I want a huge manly breeder to wrap himself around me and force me into a mating press and tell me how males feel the urge to dominate females, how females will instinctually submit to them, while he penetrates my vagina with his penis. I wanna feel his hard cock split me open, just like nature intended, and abuse my sensitive cervix. And I wanna feel his penis flex and throb while he ejaculates, pressed against my cervix, releasing millions of sperm into my ovulating vagina. Bonus points if he whispers into my ear about how his seeds are probably seeking out and claiming my defenseless egg while he plugs me with his dick.

There's just some things you can't forget, aren't there?

You can get your mammaries removed, but you're still a mammal: built for internal fertilization, made to give birth to live young. You can inject male sex hormones, but you'll always be the female of the species - born full of eggs, releasing them one by one, with a natural rhythm of ovulation and menstruation that's meant to give way to a natural rhythm of conception and birth.

And sure: taking testosterone can interfere with that rhythm. It can quiet it, until you can almost imagine it's gone. But many, many females before you have learned that imagining it doesn't make it so.

No matter how many submissive men you find - men willing to play your little game with you - you'll always be reminded of two things. First, that no matter how pathetic they may be, you'll always have to be careful how you fuck them - or you'll find yourself full of hundreds of millions of sperm cells pushing past your cervix, and you'll be the one whimpering nine months later, as it starts to dilate. And second, that you're smaller and weaker than nearly every male. That you can only ever play this game with men putting on a false show of weakness, and you could be helplessly stuffed full by any man who chose to show you his strength.

When a man decides to take you while you're ovulating - to show you what decades of testosterone have done for him, and remind you of what nature intended for you - you know how it'll go, don't you? You've been so focused on it.

He'll push his penis into you, and even if you aren't willing, your body will respond. Your vulva will swell and grow pink. Your vagina will lubricate and lengthen.

He'll reach climax and ejaculate inside you - five or more pulses of semen, containing up to half a billion sperm. Your cervix will be ready for it: "soft, high, open, and wet".

The sperm will swim deep inside you within minutes, through your fallopian tubes, seeking your egg. When they find it - whether it's already there, or it arrives days later - they will penetrate it, pushing their way in until one breaks through the zona pellucida.

I could go on - but you know the rest, I think. The implantation, the division, the growth. The missed period, the morning sickness. The growing belly and widening hips. Your body adapting to its new role, reshaping itself to be a good host to his growing offspring.

It begins when a man penetrates you, whispering to you what his orgasm will do to you - but the rest is all within you. From the moment that the head of his penis pushes apart your labia, your body is hard at work, doing everything it can to ensure that the egg inside you becomes a newborn between your legs.

holy...

australia truly is the craziest place ever because what do you mean they can pause pregnancies. and have multiple at the same time, in different wombs.

“oh, look at you, sweetheart. if i didn’t already know you were knocked up i could figure it out just from looking at your puffy pregnant cunt.”

“soon you’ll be so big that everyone can see what i did to you, but for right now it’s just between us. so good for me, carrying our little secret.”

“you’re already glowing, look how flushed you are.”

“poor thing, are your tits already getting sensitive this early on? i can only imagine how much worse it’s going to get.”

“that’s right, baby, take the cock that knocked you up. take the cock you got yourself good and pregnant on.”

“god your pussy feels even better now that i’ve claimed your womb. it’s like your body knows it’s all mine.”

“of course i’ll finish inside you. not like you can get any more pregnant than you already are.”

Once a year he mounts you, plants a baby in you on the first try, and then leaves you to swell with one (or two, or three) princelings. You fuck only for conception, but you are praised as the strongest broodmare the kingdom has over known.

Option 2: You are the king's mistress. Your job is to give him pleasure on his schedule and be beautiful. You wear clothes he chooses, and often they barely cover your slutty, sultry body. His libido is unmatched, and fucking twice a day is the minimum he expects. When he gets bored in council meetings, he'll summon you to kneel between his legs and choke on his cock. When his parties need entertainment, he'll truss you up on the dinner table and fuck you to the sound of his lord's jeers. Some days you do nothing but cockwarm him while he signs important documents. He's never once tried to make you come.