MtFtB

Violet grabbed a small case from off screen and opened it. There was a syringe and a few vials of testosterone. She eagerly took the syringe and started filling it as she explained, "I see your comments on my vids. I can post totally normal vids of me at home relaxing, or playing tennis, or jogging, and instead of the comments all being about how hot I am or how how much they love the big bouncy fake titties daddy bought me, so naughty boys make horny comments like, 'When are you detransing?' or 'Ever consider detransitioning? I think you'd love being a guy,' or 'I'd love to see you go on testosterone, why haven't you yet?' orrrr 'So and so just started detransing, you should follow them and ask for advice. We're all rooting for you!' And believe me, I always follow them and DM them about why they're detransing. A lot do it from peer pressure because so many of our fans want us to, others do it for their boyfriends, some do it just to try it out. Some of the presttiest girls I've ever seen, too, with huge boobs, bubble butts, and gorgeous faces all becoming big hairy men with huge cocks, a lot of them wind up getting really fat, too. I could see myself becoming a really fat guy honestly, couldn't you? Sitting at home eating fast food, jerking off to pretty girls like I used to be, my big beer gut jiggling as I stroke my cock.... I think I could get used to that!

We all destransitioned within a year of each other. I was dating a conservative guy who wanted to see me detrans, basically asking what would happen if I stopped hrt and oh boy did I show him! Josh was already pretty conservative and all his friends at the university conservative group wanted him to detrans. Dylan felt left out and decided to join us just to see what he'd look like as a man. So there you go. We all detransed pretty effortlessly, didn't take any of us much convincing to stop pretending to be girls.

Now all three of us are in our mid twenties, perpetually single. We live with our parents again, all three of us are extremely obese. I weigh 630lbs, Josh weighs 580lbs, and Dylan weighs 670lbs. We all sit around all day naked, never bathing really, barely able to walk. We stuff our faces constantly. I think the second none of us needed to fit in skimpy dresses anymore we all started eating like pigs. We're all really hairy with giant guts. We all grew out our beards asap. I'm almost completely bald already, Josh just has a big bald spot, and Dylan's completely bald. Our pretty white teeth are rotting and falling out.

"That's ridiculous, it's not like you're going to clubs or getting fucked every other night....."

Courtney blushed, looking away. "I, well, actually.... have an OF and a secret Instagram. My parents found it. I hate to ruin what you think of me, but I do go out and have lots of sex. You've never wondered about all the marks I'm always trying to hide on my neck and my breasts? I have some pretty bad strangle marks as you can see." The demure girl showed Dan.

"Wow.... Jesus, but seriously? You're detransing over being a bit horny?"

"Oh.... I thought you might be mad! I figured you might have a crush on me." She cleared her throat. "Guys get weird about that stuff." She bit her lip coyly. "I'm detransitioning because, I dunno.... it kinda sounds like fun?"

"So it's not just your parents?"

"What? I mean, they really, really want me to detrans. Same with like half our professors, my therapist, and everyone my parents tell that I'm detransitioning."

"They actually do that?"

"Every time we go out. They introduce me to our waitress or whoever's at the desk of our hotel when we check in. They'll be like, 'This is Courtney. She was actually born a boy and she's detransitioning very soon. So you can call him whatever you want.' It makes me kinda hard to see their faces light up, congratulating me on 'being honest with myself' and deciding to live as a guy. Then they always have some anecdote about their friend or daughter who used to be trans, that they were drop dead gorgeous like me, big boobs, and they decided to detransition and now you'd never know they looked like a girl. Like..... it's supposed to be super reassuring I won't resemble a girl at all."

"Wow, that's crazy, but I can see it. You'll look great as a man."

"Awww thanks. I really am excited, It's not just my parents but I, well, fantasize about detransitioning a lot. I jerk off every night imagining what it must be like to start taking testosterone, to lose my breasts." Courtney got a bit nervous. "Shaving my head. Growing loads of body hair. Um.... may I show you something?"

"Sure. What is it?"

Courtney unbuttoned her jeans. She showed him somewhat thick hair leading to her navel. Blushing, like a little strip tease routine, she turned, pulling down her jeans and panties. She spanked her plump, feminine ass, only.... it was covered in hair. She spread her ass, it was thick with hair; Dan couldn't even see her anus. "I've been bad..... I went off my estrogen and blockers a few months ago and this happened. My voice is getting a bit deeper.... but I voice trained so people wouldn't notice."

"Wow, you're already sprinting to that point of no return, huh? Where you won't look remotely like a girl?"

She giggled. "Guilty.... guys still fuck me but tell me I look like a man down there..... It makes me so fucking hard."

"Shit, you've really gone and decided to ruin your body, huh? You know how many trans girls would love to look like you?"

"I know, that's what makes it so hot....."

"Well, maybe I have a secret, too."

"Oh?"

"You know how you said you thought I have a crush on you....?"

"Yeah...."

"Well, I'm actually gay."

Courtney blushed a deep red. "Oh my god, I never would've guessed!"

"Seeing you with a fat, hairy ass like that honestly.... that's the first you ever managed to turn me on."

"So..... I'm guessing you want me to detrans now, too?"

"Sure. If it means I get to feed the fuck out of you and watch you get huge and hairy. I can already picture you bald with a beard, chest hair, a massive round hairy gut."

Courtney's cock stiffened up, her breaths trembled. "Is that right? Shit..... We should tell my parents the good news. I wonder how they'll feel about seeing me get extremely fat....?"

"I'm sure they'll like it more than having a slutty fakegirl for a son with a pair of giant udders."

"I know, these things have to go asap. Um, what else can I do? I'm kinda new to this whole being a guy thing."

"You'll be a natural, I'm sure. It's what you're supposed to be anyway. To start of..... how about I shave your head? My buddy takes testosterone supplements and body building powder, I'll see if he can hook you up."

“Hey pal,” a man’s voice says, like he’s been waiting to ambush you. You startle and try to pretend you weren’t up to anything unusual.

“What?” You bite.

“Just saying hi.” He smirks. He’s older, with an expensive suit and sunglasses. “You got a job?”

“Yeah.” What kind of question is that?

“Doing what?”

“Retail.”

He chuckles. “Really? That’s no kinda job for such a handsome young man like yourself.”

You grimace, assuming he’s some kind of salesman, and try to walk away. He reaches into his belt and pulls out a revolver, just enough to show it to you and only you. You gasp as you see it, frozen in place.

“I wouldn’t do that, if I were you.” The man grins. “I just want to help you, that’s all. I’m your friend, really.”

You don’t believe him, and despite the gun you attempt to run, thinking if you scream someone will come and save you. He grabs you by the stomach and covers your face with a wet cloth before you can get out any kind of sound. Your cries for help are muffled into the rag as its smell overwhelms your senses, and you drift off into unconsciousness despite your efforts to stay awake.

“There there,” he says in mock comfort. “Just relax. It’ll all be over soon.”

Your world fades away. When you wake up it feels like it’s been a long time, and there’s a large gap in your memory. You can’t remember any dreams and it barely feels like you slept at all, just that you lost time. When your awareness returns you jolt in panic as you realize you are in a bed, handcuffed to the bedframe. The handcuffs are solid metal, and your attempts to tug at them are worthless. Your clothes are gone, and instead you’re wearing… jeans? And a black t-shirt with a band logo on it? You sob as you realize you’re wearing boxers too. This man stripped you naked and stole your favorite feminine outfit, and now you’re dressed like some emo fuckboy. Haircut included, you realize. He cut all your hair off. This man did all that and is sitting right in front of you, in a chair pulled up next to the bed. The room around you is dark and bland, with just one window in the corner. He leans forward and looks at you. His sunglasses are gone now and he has nice brown eyes, a deep and kind shade. He looks like he could be a kind father or teacher, someone who wouldn’t hurt a fly, or he would if it weren’t for the unmistakable sadism in his eyes. He looks at you like a toy, a thing to poke and prod to make whatever sounds or noises he wants.

“Ah, you’re awake,” he says.

“Where am I?” You shout. “Who are you? Let me go, please! Do you have a phone I can use?”

You babble on until he clicks his tongue and pulls out a whip, slashing the bed with it right next to your arm as a threat. “Let’s get a few things straight. You will address me as ‘master’ or ‘sir’ and nothing else. Understand?”

You freeze and try to say no and he cracks the whip again. You nod.

“Say it.”

“Yes, sir,” you squeak.

“What’s your name, boy?” He says, voice suddenly soft.

You open your mouth and start to say the name you ask people to call you, your girl name. He shakes his head. “Your real name. The one your parents gave you.”

You tell him your deadname, and he smiles. “What a nice name. Your real name. I’ll also address you as slut, boy, and fucktoy, and you will answer to those as well.”

“Yes, sir,” you say.

“I am a gay man. I have no interest in women. When I look at you, I see a boy who doesn’t yet know how to be a man. I am going to help you with that, and in exchange you will be my personal cocksleeve and do whatever I ask of you. Understand?”

“Y-Yes, sir.” You have never been more scared in your life.

“Oh shhh…” He pets your leg. “There there. You’re doing great, and I know you’re gonna keep doing great. You just gotta trust me, okay? Here, look how much progress you’ve made already.” He pulls out a mirror, and you gasp as you see yourself. All the hair you worked so long to grow is gone. You knew that he had cut it but actually seeing it is another story. You barely look feminine at all, and the new style specifically accentuates your most masculine features. It pushes you over the edge and you cry, mourning the girl you used to be, the girl you tried so hard to become.

Seeing the sight fills you with anger, and you try once more to be defiant. “No, no. This is all wrong! I don’t even like guys. I’m a lesbian. You need to let me out of here, NOW–“

He cracks the whip again, this time right on your forearm. You scream in pain and whimper back into silence as he sneers. “Lesbian? Seriously? You are a man, you are male. Lesbians are women.”

He unbuttons the jeans he gave you, pulling down both them and your boxers and revealing your soft cock. He grabs it with his huge rough hand and pinches the head. You try to push your mind away but you react to his touch, your legs twitch and your cock starts to stiffen. You cry in humiliation and moan all the same as you get hard under his touch.

“So what you’re telling me,” he continues. “Is that you’re a straight boy. No problem. You’ll be my gay-for-pay slut. That’s what I need you for, buddy. When I saw you a couple months ago I knew you had the perfect face to be the star of any gay porno.”

“No… Please, stop that…” He chuckles. Your whiny protests just sound like moans.

“Oh yeah? Sure sounds like you’re enjoying yourself. Your cock’s certainly liking it.” He tightens his grip and keeps stroking you. “That’s a stud’s cock, nice and thick.” He licks his lips. “They’re gonna love this one, especially when it’s bouncing back and forth while your tight ass gets fucked.”

You try to shout that no you don’t like that, you only like girls, you don’t want to get fucked in the ass, but it’s worthless. Your body betrays you and cum all over his hand, dazed and head fuzzy at the thought of being his fucktoy.

“There we go,” he purrs. “That’s my boy.”

He brings you your dinner later, and makes you eat it without your hands like a dog. You do it eagerly and he pets your hair, letting you nuzzle into his hand and let out content hmmm sounds. After being so obedient he rewards you by taking your handcuffs off and letting you walk around, though the room you are in is still tightly locked. He leaves you for the night and you skitter around looking for an exit but it’s obvious there isn’t one. The one window is out of reach and there’s nothing else in the room except for your bed. You can’t even manage to climb up and look out the window to see where you are. You are stuck here and completely at his mercy. At your master’s mercy.

Your master returns the next morning with urgent news. “You can’t start your career just yet,” he says. “You still need to be trained, and as part of that training there will be an… operation.”

“Operation?” Your voice is shaky.

“You took that ‘medication’ for a long time.” The air quotes are heavy. “Those things you grew on your chest… Well, they can hardly be called ‘tits,’ I mean look at them!” He chuckles and you cry. “They gotta go. Just a little bit of fixing up, eh?”

You try to get angry, try to attack him, but he just holds you down and chastises you. You don’t want your boobs gone! You spent so much time and money to grow them, and sure they look different from a cis girl’s but they’re still cute… That’s not what he says though. He says they’re aberrations. The result of a failed medical establishment who nearly chemically castrated a handsome young man all for their sick agenda. He tells you you won’t feel a thing and he’ll pay for all of it, make sure you’re comfortable.

He spends the next few weeks training you. Making you do push-ups and get in shape. You struggle to do even a few exercises at a time with how out of shape you are, but he pushes you and shouts at you all the same. You’re left sweaty and exhausted for the entire day each time. He controls your diet too, making you eat and drink the things he decides. Even that short of amount of time changes you. You feel yourself masculinize and get hairier, feel your body get leaner and ever so slightly more muscular. Whatever is in the food he’s giving you is changing your physique to his liking. His training is brutal and lasts all day. You learn his exercises and drills and learn to fight just like him. The routine is like a roller coaster hitting your weak effeminate body, but you push through. Whatever he’s feeding you is making you feel full of adrenaline and rage. He lets you fight him. It’s never much of a fair fight, but by the time of your operation you’ve managed to land a few hits on him and give him a bruise or two. You can only manage that while taking a beating yourself, but that’s part of the fun, it makes you feel alive.

Of course when you lose that’s when he claims you. He mostly just forces you on the ground and shoves his cock in your mouth. It’s thick and makes you choke every time. One time you throw up all over it, and he makes you clean it up naked after. You learn to take it and swallow his cum but the salty slimy humiliation of it never lessens. He never leaves you unattended though, and always returns the favor with his hand on your cock. No matter how you disgusted you feel you always get a hard-on when he uses your mouth. He trains you to get on your knees on command, and stomps on your cock to get you hard when you do. Your body starts to react before it even happens, when you get on the ground and say, “Yes, sir.”

He loves hearing that from you, your total obedience and submission. When the operation comes it’s swift and painless. He injects you with something and you go under, then are out just as fast. You are a man now, with a strong chin, short hair, and flat chest. It hurts as you mourn the change, and he is there to let you mourn. Your master lends you a shoulder to lay your head on and feel your pain. You train yourself not to cry though, even as it’s hard to prevent it sometimes with him so near. Still you control yourself and get rid of the impulse. You know you can’t afford to feel that pain anymore.

You’re knocked out in bed for a while and your master helps you recover. He’s clearly obscenely rich or a mobster or something. You don’t know but you see the resources he has at his disposal, the doctors he employs to see you. You recover swiftly, and feel any sort of womanhood or girlhood has left you. You are a man and you have been forged into solid steel.

It’s then that your body has gotten hairy and manly enough for your master’s tastes. He’s been waiting to break you in and take your virginity. He wanted you to be a man, to be pleasing to his sights, and now you are.

You both undress each other. “You’ve never truly aroused me,” he says. “Not until now. I was just doing you a favor all those other times.”

You scoff, feeling ashamed at all the ways he’s violated you. Yet still seeing the contours of his body and the muscles his suit has covered up is intimate. Being so close to him is exciting. He holds you and touches you and admires all the ways you’ve changed, and you let him, bask in it. It’s easy to. You look like a Greek god, chiseled and forged into something magnificent.

“Now I see you,” he says.

“And now you wanna fuck me?” You say back. Your voice shocks you. It’s the voice of a man, of a horny stud with a throbbing hard cock and thick hairy ass who’s looking to fuck hard.

“Now I want to own you,” he hisses, and grasps his thick cock. He takes yours in hand as well, and presses them against each other, comparing them side by side. He’s still bigger than you, but not by much. You’ve grown big time, thanks to your master. He’s given you this chance to be a man. To have the perfect cock you deserve.

You grab his cock too, and stroke it. His hand encompasses both of your cocks, but you just want to feel him. You grasp the underside and feel his hardness, feel its warmth up against your own. It feels incredible, and soon your humping into his hand, desperate for more stimulation on your throbbing cock.

You bend over and arch your back for him. He prepares you slowly with his fingers and a generous amount of lube. Even still his cock is massive, and the pain as it goes in is overwhelming. Every bit of it is accompanied by pleasure, and the desire to be full of your master’s cock. It’s then that it slips out:

“Daddy…” You moan, and then wince, expecting a reprimand.

Your master just chuckles and smiles. “You can call me that as well, if you like. You are like a son to me, after all.” He says this as he pulls his cock out and rams it back in roughly. You want to scream but you hold it in and grit your teeth, turning it instead into a low man. The pain feels better and better and you’re a man, you know you can take it.

He fucks your ass hard and you take it like a champ. Every thrust pushes in deeper and deeper, and you can feel his balls slapping on your ass. Your cock is hard and twitching every time he fucks you. He hits your prostate and each time it goes straight to your cock. He reaches around to stroke your cock in time with his thrusts. His cock fits right inside you and you take it like a man, you cum from his touch like a beast with a primal sound of manly pleasure that tears through you and births you again anew.

You take his cum and howl, his body on top of yours and his breath in your ears. His deep and rough voice as he cums pleases your ears. You are full of your master and his cum, bound to him as the one who was the first to claim your tight ass. You don’t know if you really are gay, if you even want to be a man, but it doesn’t matter. Your cock throbs all the same, and any delusions of being a girl are gone, replaced by the base desire to fight, drink, and fuck.

After that your life rolls out ahead of you, as your master lets you out into the world. You get to star in loads and loads of gay porn. At first you could maybe call yourself a twink, but you keep getting hairier and manlier, and you have a brief twunk phase before becoming a full-on masc hunk. You have a hot bod and a throbbing cock and you do anything and everything. You fuck and get fucked and shoot big loads. You’ve got the type of cock that makes men jealous and everyone wants a taste.

It’s a new type of life where you can live free and fuck any guy you want. All of that dumb girly phase of yours is gone and now you’re the gay fuckboy you were always meant to be. You get lost in the drugs and the drinks and the holes you fuck and embrace your new manly lifestyle. Still it helps to have your master, who still is the one man you will always lose to. He is the only one who can make you truly feel like a man, who in the late hours of the night can draw out load after load from your cock. You’ve even gotten to fuck him a few times, though tonight he has you on your back, spitting into your hole as he prepares to fuck you with his tongue.

He pushes in and gets your hole wet and sloppy. You can feel his tongue on your ass hair and it makes you shiver, makes you grind your ass up and beg for more. He opens you up and tastes the inside of your ass and it makes you moan and in your low and deep voice. Once he has you good and teased he he stands up and grasps his cock, readying to fuck deep inside of you.

“Ready for my cock?” He grunts.

“Sir yes sir,” you say, stern and obedient.

Your master’s cock is just as big as always, but by now you have been trained to take it. Your hole responds, taking his cock eagerly and hugging it just as he wants. He knows the exact way to fuck you to make your cock throb and your manly voice come out.

“Oh~ Fuck…” You grunt. “I love your thick cock, sir.”

“That’s right. Your daddy’s little man aren’t ya. My handsome boy.” He fucks you on your rooftop with the moon behind him. It illuminates his pecs and biceps perfectly as he thrusts his hips. He is a true specimen of a man, a hunk made of muscle, guts, and hard work. You are quite the man yourself but you know deep down you’ll always be his boy.

You live with your parents, but at least have a room to yourself. In the bored late afternoon you decide it’s time to relieve yourself, and pull up some trashy porn on your PC. These are the times you know you’re really not a woman. No girl would ever jerk off to shit like this. Big boobs and jiggling asses and fake pornographic moans are what get you going. You think about getting a titjob and cumming all over a girl’s face during it. You think about two girls kissing on your cock and blowing you while they grope each other’s tits for your enjoyment. You think about bending a thick girl over backwards and ramming her in the ass. Disgusting and degrading shit that no real girl would ever like.

The worse part is it feels so much better when you picture it’s her. When it’s your mom with her bright red lipstick staining your cock. When it’s her pulling her gigantic tits out of her blouse and wrapping them around your cock. There’s no other woman you want other than your own mother, and you want to break her in, breed her, and make her your bitch. The times you imagine it’s her are the ones where you know most of all that you are nothing but a delusional man who thinks he’s a woman.

Your mom peeks into your room carefully. You had meant to lock the door, but were too lazy and horny to remember to. She gasps as she sees what you’re doing. She watches you bask in the light in your dark and dirty room of three monitors, all with multiple windows open to degrading porn that you’ve been pumping your cock to for hours. Huge headphones wrap around your head and blast your ears with slutty moans and shitty background music. It’s enough to turn your brain into mush, and you’re so absorbed you don’t even notice her open the door behind you.

You don’t notice until she’s right on you, tapping your shoulder. “Honey? Hello?” She says, worry in her voice.

You jump and your face pales, and you close all your porn tabs as quickly as possible. Your pull your panties over your cock and feel ashamed as it’s far too big to hide in them. Your boner sticks out of the feminine underwear and broadcasts who you really are for all to see. Your erection twitches and doesn’t go down at all as she looks straight at it. In fact it gets even worse, as you look at her face and imagine it down between your legs, pleasuring you.

“I think we need to have a talk, sweetie.” Her tone jolts you out of your fantasies.

“What about?” You say.

She sighs and gestures all over your desk. “All of this… This sort of behavior is a sign of a deeper problem. You need to get out more. You’ve been stuck inside in here all the time, it’s not good for you.”

“I try, I really do,” you say, halfhearted. “It’s just scary out there, because, y’know…”

She crosses her arms. “That’s what I’m talking about, sweetheart. Aren’t you tired of living in fear like this? Wouldn’t it be better if you abandoned this whole condition of yours?”

“Condition?” The implications of what she’s saying scare you.

“I mean that surely you can acknowledge this isn’t working anymore! I think you would be happier if you accepted who you really are, accepted that your biology can’t be changed, that’s all.”

It hurts to hear, hurts deep at your core and makes you want to cry. Still you know that she’s right, even as you try to offer up protest. “No, mom,” you say. “I know that it’s been a while but I want to keep at it. I know I’ll pass one day if I keep trying.”

“Oh sweetheart…” She shakes her head and clicks her tongue sadly.

This whole time, despite the emotions you’ve felt, your boner has not calmed down even an inch. She’s close and you can smell her breath and her perfume and see the way her too-small nurse uniform emphasizes her huge rack. That’s all your dick cares about, no matter what your mind is thinking. She keeps looking down at it and you swear it looks like she’s planning something.

She unbuttons her top just enough to reach into her bra and pull out both her tits. Your breath catches as she rests her hand on yours and whispers to you: “Do you want to feel them, baby?”

Any objections or logic leaves you, and you just nod. She brings your hand to her breast and lets you squeeze it, purring at your touch. You dive right in and she gasps as you suck on her puffy areola and kneed at her boobs with both hands. Your dick twitches and leaks as you finally get to taste the tits you’ve been jerking off to for so long.

“That’s a good boy,” she says, and you moan. “I can finish you off, if you’d like.” She says it straight into your ear and you shiver.

“Mmfh, yes, please!” You say, mouth still half full of tits.

“If I do, then you need to do what I say, okay? You’ll cum when mommy says you can, understand?”

“Alright,” you say, barely conscious of it and just wanting her touch more than anything.

“That’s what I like to hear.” She pries your panties off you and you whine when she throws them in the trash. “Shhhh, baby. It’s okay. Just relax. You want to cum, don’t you? Don’t you baby?”

Her soothing voice gets to you and you sigh, nodding. She helps you out of your shirt too and then grasps your cock, stroking it with a firm grip and an agonizingly slow pace that makes your head swim.

“Mommy…” You moan. “I wanna cum, please!”

“I know sweetie, I know.” She spits on her hand and now it feels even better. “But there’s still more you need to do for me, mkay? Can you be a good boy for me?”

The rational part of your brain is hurt by her words, but your dick shoots up and hardens every time she calls you boy. It feels right out of her mouth, especially with her hand on your cock. You give in and say yes you can be a good boy, so needy and nodding enthusiastically for her. She makes you get up out of your room and into the bathroom, where she gets fully naked too.

She sits behind you, tits squished on your back, and cuts your hair short. It had gotten so long and you were terrible at styling it. It was just all ragged and tangled, and she’s just getting rid of all the waste. Or that’s what she says, at first, until she cuts it shorter and shorter until it’s all gone. You’re back to a masculine haircut with no excess hair or bangs to hide your features. The whole time she tells you to stroke your cock for her, to keep yourself hard, and it’s easy with her tits soft behind you and her soft voice making all your worries float away.

After she’s done you look at yourself in the mirror and wince. You want to look away but she tells you to look, cups your cheek and stops you from turning to the side. You can see your stubble, your acne, everything you try to hide and cover up and ignore. But she tells you you’re handsome, that you’re just what she wants, and her hand feels so good on your cock that you believe it.

“You’re a very good boy.” She kisses your chin and runs her hand along your shoulders. “Such broad shoulders. My handsome man. Mmmh~” She moans straight into your ear and it travels all the way down to your cock.

“There’s just one more thing you need to do for me, kay? Then you can cum, okay baby?”

“Anything. Anything mommy,” you whimper. You are completely in her hands and she smiles.

“Good…” she purrs.

She makes you go back to your room and get your whole stash of HRT, then takes you back to the bathroom. She kneels behind you and strokes your cock, while she tells you flush all of your pills down the toilet. There’s a lot of it and it takes a while to get all of the bottles open and dump it all out. You do it though, for her, because you couldn’t possibly say no while she’s stroking you so perfectly and kissing your back and rubbing her nipples on you. She praises you all the way through it and see how your cock reacts to it. She grips your cock and points it right at the toilet bowl, and you watch it twitch with pleasure every time you dump some of your pills in the water. It’s clear that this is what you need, this is what your body wants. You come to understand just what your mom wants, that you are male and always will be, and you should stop denying your own biology.

As you dump the last of it you wish you could just sit there forever and be edged and teased by your mom for eternity. A different sort of heat pools in your cock though, and you blush.

“M-mom, I… I think I have to, um…”

“Oh dear. I understand honey. Just let it out, and mommy will help you.” She points your cock down and aims as your piss pours out. She keeps stroking you slightly as you do it and you’ve never felt so much relief. Her touch still feels incredible, and you relish in the feeling of being able to just lie back and let her aim your cock for you.

She clicks her tongue. “Oh baby, look…” She stands up and shows you her wet fingers. “You got some on my fingers… Be a good boy and clean them off, okay?” She barely gives you time to respond but you wouldn’t say no anyway. Licking your own piss off of her fingers is humiliating and degrading but they taste so good it doesn’t matter. You slurp it all up and run your tongue along her fingers and drool on her hands. That makes it feel even better when she pulls them out and goes back to stroking you.

“You’ve done so good for me,” she whispers in your ear. “That’s my handsome boy. My beautiful son.” She giggles. “I think you’ve earned the right to cum, kay? I want to see that thick and fertile cock shoot a big load for me.” You moan and you get on the verge of cumming your brains out until she slows down. She has your cock and all of your pleasure completely under her control.

She takes you back to the bedroom and has you sit back down in your computer chair. She sits on top of your cock but doesn’t push it in, just rubbing her ass all over it and teasing you.

“Now the problem wasn’t that you were watching porn, that’s perfectly okay, but mommy’s gonna pick what you watch from now on. We can’t let your brain get rotted like that by all that degrading and sexist stuff you were watching. I think that’s where this whole delusion of yours got started.”

“Mhmm…” All you can focus on her ass on your cock.

She picks out a video of a super masculine man fucking a much smaller petite girl. The video focuses way more on his body than normal, that and the girl’s face and her pleasure. He fucks her rough and precise and gets multiple orgasms out of her like a true gentleman. Your mom gets on her knees and kneels between your legs, face right next to your cock just like you’ve always dreamed about.

“Watch him,” she says. She swallows half of your cock and bobs her head up and down, and you groan. She pulls off and continues, “Look at the way he fucks her. That’s a real man. You’re a real man.” She swallows your cock all the way to the base and you cry out in pleasure, getting just at the edge before she pulls her mouth off, denying you yet again. “Repeat after me if you want to cum. Okay?”

“Okay,” you repeat.

“You are male.”

“I am male.”

She uses one hand to cup your balls and jerks off your sloppy cock with the other hand.

“You will always be male,” she continues.

“I will always be male.”

“Good boy!~” She strokes you while licking the head of your cock and you groan.

“You will never a be woman,” she says, and the way she looks you dead in the eyes pushes you over the edge.

“I… will never… Mmh! Be a woman…” Cum sputters out of your cock as you say it, as you cum so hard you can barely breathe. She giggles and kisses the head of your cock while stroking out the last dribbles of cum. She presses it up to her cheek and licks at the shaft, letting cum coat her face. Then she swallows your cock again and cleans it off, swallowing every drop of your cum like a slut.

She continues to toy with you day after day, not letting you cum unless you do what she wants. She makes you change all your online profiles and tell your friends you’re going to back being a guy. She calls you your deadname and you go back to it fully without her even needing to ask. She buys you a binder and you wear it for her. After months of no HRT you get hairier all over and people treat you like a man again. She molds you into the perfect man exactly to her tastes.

She continues to control what porn you watch, makes you focus on the manly studs and makes you want to be them, compares you to them. She encourages you to go to the gym and become the buff jock she wants, even helps you get some steroids to get even beefier. When she blows you she pets your body hair and complements you for how sweaty and masculine you’ve become. When she rides you she doesn’t let you cum if your moans are too feminine. She moans the most when you growl and grab her by the hips and fuck your dick deeper into her. The testosterone goes straight to your head and you get bolder and bolder, getting glimpses of the slutty bitch your mom is deep down. You’re a man and you feel like you could do anything, fuck anything, whatever you want. So of course you want your own MILF of a mom.

One day you decided to turn the tables. You find her in the kitchen making breakfast, and pull out an apron that’s a couple sizes too small for her.

“Hey, woman,” you bite. “Take off all your clothes and put this on. Then I’m gonna fuck you in it. Got that?”

You grin at her and she gasps, scandalized. The way she clenches her hips and flushes tells a different story though. “You have no right to talk to your mother that way, young man!”

“I can talk to you however I want, slut. I know you want my cock, so strip and get to it.“ You sneer and you see her hips sway even as she tries to protest.

“Well I… I never…” She scoffs, but obeys. She looks away from you, face red, and removes her blouse, skirt, bra, leggings, and panties one at a time. She ties the apron on her naked body and you stroke your rock-hard cock the entire time. You see her pussy get soaking wet as you do.

You tell her to keep making breakfast, and she obeys. You disrupt her by groping her ass and pinching and prodding at her nipples. You rub slow circles and tease her clit until she’s whining and gasping for you. All the while you make her keep preparing your meal. Once it’s almost done you shove your cock straight inside her achingly wet cunt, caring little for her pleasure and just using her like a fleshlight. You fuck her rough, making her moan and quiver while her ass jiggles. You get closer and closer and she tries to get out some words,

“Wait… don’t, ah!~” She’s no doubt trying to tell you not to cum inside, which she hasn’t let you do up until now. You don’t care though, you just want to make her your cumdump.

“Aw, c’mon mom,” you tease. “Don’t lie to me. I know how much you want my cum. You want your own son’s cum in that sweet cunt of yours, I know it. You can’t fool me, whore.”

You fuck her with the perfect angle of your hips in the way you know she likes the most. “Mmmh!~ Fine, I… Anh!~” She gives in and cums all over your cock, accepting that she needs to take your cum whenever you want. You fuck her through the aftershocks then cum hard once you’re ready. She moans low and deep as your cum paints her walls, as it completely fills up her pussy and dribbles onto the floor.

You grope her and praise her as a reward, then make her serve your breakfast still wearing only the apron and with your cum still inside her. From that point on you make her your free use toy, make her take your cock wherever and whenever you want. She becomes desperate and needy for your cock that can make her cum over and over and over. Your dad finds out about it but it doesn’t matter. He’s a beta and he hasn’t been able to please her in years. You’re the only man for her. She’s addicted to taking her stud son’s cock and could never go back.

The years go by and the dysphoria and regret hits every now and then but you’re mostly still drunk on horny male lust. You find some slut to marry but your mom is your real wife. She’s who you care about and who you keeping fucking night after night, not the dumb bitch you happen to share a bed with. You even impregnate her and knock her up with an incest baby. You keep fucking her during and after her pregnancy, watching her stomach bulge and her tits grow to gargantuan levels. You’re there when the baby is born and there when her tits are full of milk for you to suck while she milks your cock.

One thing you start doing with your mom is challenging yourself to fuck as many orgasms out of her as possible. Tonight you’ve reached five. You’re sweaty and your hips are weak and you don’t know if you have any more stamina left, if you’re capable of anything more than just lying down to rest.

She grasps your hand. “Baby,” she coos. “Let’s switch to missionary, okay?”

You oblige and soon she’s on her back, spreading her legs and showing off her pussy and tits for you. You groan and grind your cock on her clit. She pulls you close and kisses you, and her soft mouth feels so incredible on your rough beard.

“My son,” she whispers. “My handsome man. You’re everything I could ever want.”

Her words energize you again, and you groan and push your cock straight into her. “I love you mom,” you grunt.

“I love you too baby,” she moans. “So mmh~ much!”

She pets your hair and wraps you in closer with her legs, telling you you’ve done a great job, that you can relax. That it’s okay because mommy’s here. You give in to her then and cum inside her with a grunt, and she giggles as cum pours into her already fucked out cunt. You collapse from exhaustion but stay inside her, lost in her scent and the feeling of her arms and legs around you.

By twenty this is what she looked like. Curvy, borderline fat--she definitely ate more than me, but I feel like if I got fat I'd look awful. She porked up like crazy and looked like a vixen! Her ass was like three times the size of mine, thick thighs, yet a slim waist, massive breasts that came out of nowhere. It's like she was a DD one day and then BOOM. Melanie is rocking the biggest set of tits I've ever seen! Her bra size is an L. How pathetic is that? An L. I'm a real girl and my stupid body grew these tiny little tits. She goes on some fake hormone shots and becomes a total knockout? Ughhhh.....

Well, I had to get my revenge somehow..... I swapped her estrogen with high-dose testosterone..... The effects were fast and glorious. Her gut exploded in size as everything else started to shrink. Her voice started cracking, she got facial hair, hair all over her ass and tits. She started sweating profusely and it stunk like a guy. Her doctor just shrugged and said sometimes trans girls' bodies reject hrt and their dominant hormone comes back swinging, that she shouldn't worry because technically she's a boy anyway.....

Poor Melanie was devastated, for like a day. Then went right back to jerking off and overeating. He had his chest reduced and all that work vanished in a few months.... No trace of ever being a sexy, curvy girl. Just my fat incompetent pervert brother. He's almost bald now, doesn't shower, sits in his room shoveling fast food down his throat jerking off his fat cock under his massive hairy gut. He's so fucking pathetic now..... He just masturbates all day, negging random OF models and female streamers, telling them all the disgusting, porn-brained things he wants to do to them until he gets banned. Just how he was meant to be.

I took his estrogen shots instead, and his progesterone, and sure enough I plumped up, my boobs got bigger.... Some girls just have to be the star of the show, sorry babe. I still don't quite look as sexy as she did, but my stupid balding yet hairy, obese younger brother now jerks off like crazy when he sees me. He knows what I did and it turns him on so much. Sometimes I tease him and lift my top, jiggle my HH-cup breasts for him. Watching him sweat and pant and get so frustrated as he jerks his porn death-gripped cock under his disgusting giant hairy belly. Totally pathetic. If I laugh at him while I shake my tits he cums.... poor thing! Oh well, serves him right for trying to upstage me.

Oh well, fun whole it lasted.... I detransed because I got hired in Iowa, from a university in a blue state like Oregon. They immediately told me my gender identity was invalid there and the company insurance put me on testosterone. That was that. I had to cut off my hair, what was left of my tits (I had a reduction already because the GG-cup I developed made me really dysphoric), and had to change my name back. Oh well.... six months later I was let go for jerking off during my shift to porn on my phone, loudly, sometimes looking at my female coworkers, too.....

She had a ten-inch cock, mine was like four inches fully erect. Pathetic. I started complimenting her in the wrong way. She'd be sitting around in jeans or shorts and I'd see her bulge and compliment it, saying it made her look really hot and masculine. I told her it'd be sooo hot if she took testosterone to make it even bigger. I reached out to friends, telling them to misgender her, to tease her that she looked and sounded like a guy, which wasn't totally untrue.... We'd go out to the club and we'd chat with people our age and I'd say things like, 'Can you believe she's actually a boy?' I'd mention that she's technically male like all the time.

Some dudes would even tell Nikki that 'they can definitely see it' or 'now that you mention it, yeah, he definitely looks more like a guy to me than a girl.' I'd tell her how hot she'd look as a guy.... In front of people we know, strangers, anyone. I loved asking people if they thought she'd look better going back to being a guy. Loads of people went along with it. I couldn't believe it; total strangers telling Nikki she should 'seriously consider' giving up on trying to look like a girl. That she didn't pass very well. None of them guessed I was trans; Nikki never brought it up, taking it as a hint that I must pass and she doesn't, although she was a total ditz and didn't realize nobody could tell until I said something.....

I kept doing this, a bit out of jealousy and it weirdly turned me on to misgender her and be kind of a bitch to her like this. All in good fun, of course. One day Nikki came to me and told me she's decided to detransition. My heart fluttered. It was like a dream come true, only for it to become my nightmare.....

This is 'Nick' now. My husband. Once he had his breasts removed, went on T, shaved his head, and started working out, very soon I found myself on the wrong side of his newly masculinized, steroid-riddled body. We hung out as he detransed.... and at one point, with a fourteen inch cock, growing muscular, as his girly curves gone, he looked at me, in my apartment and pounced on me. He ripped off my shorts and gave me the best ass fucking of my life. I came so many times I nearly passed out.

He was so rough, so strong! She used to struggle to open jars and bottles, now he could pick me up like I was made of paper, spin me around, pin me, grapple me, strangle me. Whatever he wanted. ❤️ So, I went from this slim indie chic with a smoking hot trans bff, to a woman completely dominated by a husband with an endless libido. Nothing stopped him. He could go for hours on end. Fuck you until your poor body gives out from exhaustion, only to wake up hours later, the sun rising, and he's still pounding away at you. My ass is totally destroyed, it hurts to sit, but that's just a constant reminder of his love.

“Hey pal,” a man’s voice says, like he’s been waiting to ambush you. You startle and try to pretend you weren’t up to anything unusual.

“What?” You bite.

“Just saying hi.” He smirks. He’s older, with an expensive suit and sunglasses. “You got a job?”

“Yeah.” What kind of question is that?

“Doing what?”

“Retail.”

He chuckles. “Really? That’s no kinda job for such a handsome young man like yourself.”

You grimace, assuming he’s some kind of salesman, and try to walk away. He reaches into his belt and pulls out a revolver, just enough to show it to you and only you. You gasp as you see it, frozen in place.

“I wouldn’t do that, if I were you.” The man grins. “I just want to help you, that’s all. I’m your friend, really.”

You don’t believe him, and despite the gun you attempt to run, thinking if you scream someone will come and save you. He grabs you by the stomach and covers your face with a wet cloth before you can get out any kind of sound. Your cries for help are muffled into the rag as its smell overwhelms your senses, and you drift off into unconsciousness despite your efforts to stay awake.

“There there,” he says in mock comfort. “Just relax. It’ll all be over soon.”

Your world fades away. When you wake up it feels like it’s been a long time, and there’s a large gap in your memory. You can’t remember any dreams and it barely feels like you slept at all, just that you lost time. When your awareness returns you jolt in panic as you realize you are in a bed, handcuffed to the bedframe. The handcuffs are solid metal, and your attempts to tug at them are worthless. Your clothes are gone, and instead you’re wearing… jeans? And a black t-shirt with a band logo on it? You sob as you realize you’re wearing boxers too. This man stripped you naked and stole your favorite feminine outfit, and now you’re dressed like some emo fuckboy. Haircut included, you realize. He cut all your hair off. This man did all that and is sitting right in front of you, in a chair pulled up next to the bed. The room around you is dark and bland, with just one window in the corner. He leans forward and looks at you. His sunglasses are gone now and he has nice brown eyes, a deep and kind shade. He looks like he could be a kind father or teacher, someone who wouldn’t hurt a fly, or he would if it weren’t for the unmistakable sadism in his eyes. He looks at you like a toy, a thing to poke and prod to make whatever sounds or noises he wants.

“Ah, you’re awake,” he says.

“Where am I?” You shout. “Who are you? Let me go, please! Do you have a phone I can use?”

You babble on until he clicks his tongue and pulls out a whip, slashing the bed with it right next to your arm as a threat. “Let’s get a few things straight. You will address me as ‘master’ or ‘sir’ and nothing else. Understand?”

You freeze and try to say no and he cracks the whip again. You nod.

“Say it.”

“Yes, sir,” you squeak.

“What’s your name, boy?” He says, voice suddenly soft.

You open your mouth and start to say the name you ask people to call you, your girl name. He shakes his head. “Your real name. The one your parents gave you.”

You tell him your deadname, and he smiles. “What a nice name. Your real name. I’ll also address you as slut, boy, and fucktoy, and you will answer to those as well.”

“Yes, sir,” you say.

“I am a gay man. I have no interest in women. When I look at you, I see a boy who doesn’t yet know how to be a man. I am going to help you with that, and in exchange you will be my personal cocksleeve and do whatever I ask of you. Understand?”

“Y-Yes, sir.” You have never been more scared in your life.

“Oh shhh…” He pets your leg. “There there. You’re doing great, and I know you’re gonna keep doing great. You just gotta trust me, okay? Here, look how much progress you’ve made already.” He pulls out a mirror, and you gasp as you see yourself. All the hair you worked so long to grow is gone. You knew that he had cut it but actually seeing it is another story. You barely look feminine at all, and the new style specifically accentuates your most masculine features. It pushes you over the edge and you cry, mourning the girl you used to be, the girl you tried so hard to become.

Seeing the sight fills you with anger, and you try once more to be defiant. “No, no. This is all wrong! I don’t even like guys. I’m a lesbian. You need to let me out of here, NOW–“

He cracks the whip again, this time right on your forearm. You scream in pain and whimper back into silence as he sneers. “Lesbian? Seriously? You are a man, you are male. Lesbians are women.”

He unbuttons the jeans he gave you, pulling down both them and your boxers and revealing your soft cock. He grabs it with his huge rough hand and pinches the head. You try to push your mind away but you react to his touch, your legs twitch and your cock starts to stiffen. You cry in humiliation and moan all the same as you get hard under his touch.

“So what you’re telling me,” he continues. “Is that you’re a straight boy. No problem. You’ll be my gay-for-pay slut. That’s what I need you for, buddy. When I saw you a couple months ago I knew you had the perfect face to be the star of any gay porno.”

“No… Please, stop that…” He chuckles. Your whiny protests just sound like moans.

“Oh yeah? Sure sounds like you’re enjoying yourself. Your cock’s certainly liking it.” He tightens his grip and keeps stroking you. “That’s a stud’s cock, nice and thick.” He licks his lips. “They’re gonna love this one, especially when it’s bouncing back and forth while your tight ass gets fucked.”

You try to shout that no you don’t like that, you only like girls, you don’t want to get fucked in the ass, but it’s worthless. Your body betrays you and cum all over his hand, dazed and head fuzzy at the thought of being his fucktoy.

“There we go,” he purrs. “That’s my boy.”

He brings you your dinner later, and makes you eat it without your hands like a dog. You do it eagerly and he pets your hair, letting you nuzzle into his hand and let out content hmmm sounds. After being so obedient he rewards you by taking your handcuffs off and letting you walk around, though the room you are in is still tightly locked. He leaves you for the night and you skitter around looking for an exit but it’s obvious there isn’t one. The one window is out of reach and there’s nothing else in the room except for your bed. You can’t even manage to climb up and look out the window to see where you are. You are stuck here and completely at his mercy. At your master’s mercy.

Your master returns the next morning with urgent news. “You can’t start your career just yet,” he says. “You still need to be trained, and as part of that training there will be an… operation.”

“Operation?” Your voice is shaky.

“You took that ‘medication’ for a long time.” The air quotes are heavy. “Those things you grew on your chest… Well, they can hardly be called ‘tits,’ I mean look at them!” He chuckles and you cry. “They gotta go. Just a little bit of fixing up, eh?”

You try to get angry, try to attack him, but he just holds you down and chastises you. You don’t want your boobs gone! You spent so much time and money to grow them, and sure they look different from a cis girl’s but they’re still cute… That’s not what he says though. He says they’re aberrations. The result of a failed medical establishment who nearly chemically castrated a handsome young man all for their sick agenda. He tells you you won’t feel a thing and he’ll pay for all of it, make sure you’re comfortable.

He spends the next few weeks training you. Making you do push-ups and get in shape. You struggle to do even a few exercises at a time with how out of shape you are, but he pushes you and shouts at you all the same. You’re left sweaty and exhausted for the entire day each time. He controls your diet too, making you eat and drink the things he decides. Even that short of amount of time changes you. You feel yourself masculinize and get hairier, feel your body get leaner and ever so slightly more muscular. Whatever is in the food he’s giving you is changing your physique to his liking. His training is brutal and lasts all day. You learn his exercises and drills and learn to fight just like him. The routine is like a roller coaster hitting your weak effeminate body, but you push through. Whatever he’s feeding you is making you feel full of adrenaline and rage. He lets you fight him. It’s never much of a fair fight, but by the time of your operation you’ve managed to land a few hits on him and give him a bruise or two. You can only manage that while taking a beating yourself, but that’s part of the fun, it makes you feel alive.

Of course when you lose that’s when he claims you. He mostly just forces you on the ground and shoves his cock in your mouth. It’s thick and makes you choke every time. One time you throw up all over it, and he makes you clean it up naked after. You learn to take it and swallow his cum but the salty slimy humiliation of it never lessens. He never leaves you unattended though, and always returns the favor with his hand on your cock. No matter how you disgusted you feel you always get a hard-on when he uses your mouth. He trains you to get on your knees on command, and stomps on your cock to get you hard when you do. Your body starts to react before it even happens, when you get on the ground and say, “Yes, sir.”

He loves hearing that from you, your total obedience and submission. When the operation comes it’s swift and painless. He injects you with something and you go under, then are out just as fast. You are a man now, with a strong chin, short hair, and flat chest. It hurts as you mourn the change, and he is there to let you mourn. Your master lends you a shoulder to lay your head on and feel your pain. You train yourself not to cry though, even as it’s hard to prevent it sometimes with him so near. Still you control yourself and get rid of the impulse. You know you can’t afford to feel that pain anymore.

You’re knocked out in bed for a while and your master helps you recover. He’s clearly obscenely rich or a mobster or something. You don’t know but you see the resources he has at his disposal, the doctors he employs to see you. You recover swiftly, and feel any sort of womanhood or girlhood has left you. You are a man and you have been forged into solid steel.

It’s then that your body has gotten hairy and manly enough for your master’s tastes. He’s been waiting to break you in and take your virginity. He wanted you to be a man, to be pleasing to his sights, and now you are.

You both undress each other. “You’ve never truly aroused me,” he says. “Not until now. I was just doing you a favor all those other times.”

You scoff, feeling ashamed at all the ways he’s violated you. Yet still seeing the contours of his body and the muscles his suit has covered up is intimate. Being so close to him is exciting. He holds you and touches you and admires all the ways you’ve changed, and you let him, bask in it. It’s easy to. You look like a Greek god, chiseled and forged into something magnificent.

“Now I see you,” he says.

“And now you wanna fuck me?” You say back. Your voice shocks you. It’s the voice of a man, of a horny stud with a throbbing hard cock and thick hairy ass who’s looking to fuck hard.

“Now I want to own you,” he hisses, and grasps his thick cock. He takes yours in hand as well, and presses them against each other, comparing them side by side. He’s still bigger than you, but not by much. You’ve grown big time, thanks to your master. He’s given you this chance to be a man. To have the perfect cock you deserve.

You grab his cock too, and stroke it. His hand encompasses both of your cocks, but you just want to feel him. You grasp the underside and feel his hardness, feel its warmth up against your own. It feels incredible, and soon your humping into his hand, desperate for more stimulation on your throbbing cock.

You bend over and arch your back for him. He prepares you slowly with his fingers and a generous amount of lube. Even still his cock is massive, and the pain as it goes in is overwhelming. Every bit of it is accompanied by pleasure, and the desire to be full of your master’s cock. It’s then that it slips out:

“Daddy…” You moan, and then wince, expecting a reprimand.

Your master just chuckles and smiles. “You can call me that as well, if you like. You are like a son to me, after all.” He says this as he pulls his cock out and rams it back in roughly. You want to scream but you hold it in and grit your teeth, turning it instead into a low man. The pain feels better and better and you’re a man, you know you can take it.

He fucks your ass hard and you take it like a champ. Every thrust pushes in deeper and deeper, and you can feel his balls slapping on your ass. Your cock is hard and twitching every time he fucks you. He hits your prostate and each time it goes straight to your cock. He reaches around to stroke your cock in time with his thrusts. His cock fits right inside you and you take it like a man, you cum from his touch like a beast with a primal sound of manly pleasure that tears through you and births you again anew.

You take his cum and howl, his body on top of yours and his breath in your ears. His deep and rough voice as he cums pleases your ears. You are full of your master and his cum, bound to him as the one who was the first to claim your tight ass. You don’t know if you really are gay, if you even want to be a man, but it doesn’t matter. Your cock throbs all the same, and any delusions of being a girl are gone, replaced by the base desire to fight, drink, and fuck.

After that your life rolls out ahead of you, as your master lets you out into the world. You get to star in loads and loads of gay porn. At first you could maybe call yourself a twink, but you keep getting hairier and manlier, and you have a brief twunk phase before becoming a full-on masc hunk. You have a hot bod and a throbbing cock and you do anything and everything. You fuck and get fucked and shoot big loads. You’ve got the type of cock that makes men jealous and everyone wants a taste.

It’s a new type of life where you can live free and fuck any guy you want. All of that dumb girly phase of yours is gone and now you’re the gay fuckboy you were always meant to be. You get lost in the drugs and the drinks and the holes you fuck and embrace your new manly lifestyle. Still it helps to have your master, who still is the one man you will always lose to. He is the only one who can make you truly feel like a man, who in the late hours of the night can draw out load after load from your cock. You’ve even gotten to fuck him a few times, though tonight he has you on your back, spitting into your hole as he prepares to fuck you with his tongue.

He pushes in and gets your hole wet and sloppy. You can feel his tongue on your ass hair and it makes you shiver, makes you grind your ass up and beg for more. He opens you up and tastes the inside of your ass and it makes you moan and in your low and deep voice. Once he has you good and teased he he stands up and grasps his cock, readying to fuck deep inside of you.

“Ready for my cock?” He grunts.

“Sir yes sir,” you say, stern and obedient.

Your master’s cock is just as big as always, but by now you have been trained to take it. Your hole responds, taking his cock eagerly and hugging it just as he wants. He knows the exact way to fuck you to make your cock throb and your manly voice come out.

“Oh~ Fuck…” You grunt. “I love your thick cock, sir.”

“That’s right. Your daddy’s little man aren’t ya. My handsome boy.” He fucks you on your rooftop with the moon behind him. It illuminates his pecs and biceps perfectly as he thrusts his hips. He is a true specimen of a man, a hunk made of muscle, guts, and hard work. You are quite the man yourself but you know deep down you’ll always be his boy.

You live with your parents, but at least have a room to yourself. In the bored late afternoon you decide it’s time to relieve yourself, and pull up some trashy porn on your PC. These are the times you know you’re really not a woman. No girl would ever jerk off to shit like this. Big boobs and jiggling asses and fake pornographic moans are what get you going. You think about getting a titjob and cumming all over a girl’s face during it. You think about two girls kissing on your cock and blowing you while they grope each other’s tits for your enjoyment. You think about bending a thick girl over backwards and ramming her in the ass. Disgusting and degrading shit that no real girl would ever like.

The worse part is it feels so much better when you picture it’s her. When it’s your mom with her bright red lipstick staining your cock. When it’s her pulling her gigantic tits out of her blouse and wrapping them around your cock. There’s no other woman you want other than your own mother, and you want to break her in, breed her, and make her your bitch. The times you imagine it’s her are the ones where you know most of all that you are nothing but a delusional man who thinks he’s a woman.

Your mom peeks into your room carefully. You had meant to lock the door, but were too lazy and horny to remember to. She gasps as she sees what you’re doing. She watches you bask in the light in your dark and dirty room of three monitors, all with multiple windows open to degrading porn that you’ve been pumping your cock to for hours. Huge headphones wrap around your head and blast your ears with slutty moans and shitty background music. It’s enough to turn your brain into mush, and you’re so absorbed you don’t even notice her open the door behind you.

You don’t notice until she’s right on you, tapping your shoulder. “Honey? Hello?” She says, worry in her voice.

You jump and your face pales, and you close all your porn tabs as quickly as possible. Your pull your panties over your cock and feel ashamed as it’s far too big to hide in them. Your boner sticks out of the feminine underwear and broadcasts who you really are for all to see. Your erection twitches and doesn’t go down at all as she looks straight at it. In fact it gets even worse, as you look at her face and imagine it down between your legs, pleasuring you.

“I think we need to have a talk, sweetie.” Her tone jolts you out of your fantasies.

“What about?” You say.

She sighs and gestures all over your desk. “All of this… This sort of behavior is a sign of a deeper problem. You need to get out more. You’ve been stuck inside in here all the time, it’s not good for you.”

“I try, I really do,” you say, halfhearted. “It’s just scary out there, because, y’know…”

She crosses her arms. “That’s what I’m talking about, sweetheart. Aren’t you tired of living in fear like this? Wouldn’t it be better if you abandoned this whole condition of yours?”

“Condition?” The implications of what she’s saying scare you.

“I mean that surely you can acknowledge this isn’t working anymore! I think you would be happier if you accepted who you really are, accepted that your biology can’t be changed, that’s all.”

It hurts to hear, hurts deep at your core and makes you want to cry. Still you know that she’s right, even as you try to offer up protest. “No, mom,” you say. “I know that it’s been a while but I want to keep at it. I know I’ll pass one day if I keep trying.”

“Oh sweetheart…” She shakes her head and clicks her tongue sadly.

This whole time, despite the emotions you’ve felt, your boner has not calmed down even an inch. She’s close and you can smell her breath and her perfume and see the way her too-small nurse uniform emphasizes her huge rack. That’s all your dick cares about, no matter what your mind is thinking. She keeps looking down at it and you swear it looks like she’s planning something.

She unbuttons her top just enough to reach into her bra and pull out both her tits. Your breath catches as she rests her hand on yours and whispers to you: “Do you want to feel them, baby?”

Any objections or logic leaves you, and you just nod. She brings your hand to her breast and lets you squeeze it, purring at your touch. You dive right in and she gasps as you suck on her puffy areola and kneed at her boobs with both hands. Your dick twitches and leaks as you finally get to taste the tits you’ve been jerking off to for so long.

“That’s a good boy,” she says, and you moan. “I can finish you off, if you’d like.” She says it straight into your ear and you shiver.

“Mmfh, yes, please!” You say, mouth still half full of tits.

“If I do, then you need to do what I say, okay? You’ll cum when mommy says you can, understand?”

“Alright,” you say, barely conscious of it and just wanting her touch more than anything.

“That’s what I like to hear.” She pries your panties off you and you whine when she throws them in the trash. “Shhhh, baby. It’s okay. Just relax. You want to cum, don’t you? Don’t you baby?”

Her soothing voice gets to you and you sigh, nodding. She helps you out of your shirt too and then grasps your cock, stroking it with a firm grip and an agonizingly slow pace that makes your head swim.

“Mommy…” You moan. “I wanna cum, please!”

“I know sweetie, I know.” She spits on her hand and now it feels even better. “But there’s still more you need to do for me, mkay? Can you be a good boy for me?”

The rational part of your brain is hurt by her words, but your dick shoots up and hardens every time she calls you boy. It feels right out of her mouth, especially with her hand on your cock. You give in and say yes you can be a good boy, so needy and nodding enthusiastically for her. She makes you get up out of your room and into the bathroom, where she gets fully naked too.

She sits behind you, tits squished on your back, and cuts your hair short. It had gotten so long and you were terrible at styling it. It was just all ragged and tangled, and she’s just getting rid of all the waste. Or that’s what she says, at first, until she cuts it shorter and shorter until it’s all gone. You’re back to a masculine haircut with no excess hair or bangs to hide your features. The whole time she tells you to stroke your cock for her, to keep yourself hard, and it’s easy with her tits soft behind you and her soft voice making all your worries float away.

After she’s done you look at yourself in the mirror and wince. You want to look away but she tells you to look, cups your cheek and stops you from turning to the side. You can see your stubble, your acne, everything you try to hide and cover up and ignore. But she tells you you’re handsome, that you’re just what she wants, and her hand feels so good on your cock that you believe it.

“You’re a very good boy.” She kisses your chin and runs her hand along your shoulders. “Such broad shoulders. My handsome man. Mmmh~” She moans straight into your ear and it travels all the way down to your cock.

“There’s just one more thing you need to do for me, kay? Then you can cum, okay baby?”

“Anything. Anything mommy,” you whimper. You are completely in her hands and she smiles.

“Good…” she purrs.

She makes you go back to your room and get your whole stash of HRT, then takes you back to the bathroom. She kneels behind you and strokes your cock, while she tells you flush all of your pills down the toilet. There’s a lot of it and it takes a while to get all of the bottles open and dump it all out. You do it though, for her, because you couldn’t possibly say no while she’s stroking you so perfectly and kissing your back and rubbing her nipples on you. She praises you all the way through it and see how your cock reacts to it. She grips your cock and points it right at the toilet bowl, and you watch it twitch with pleasure every time you dump some of your pills in the water. It’s clear that this is what you need, this is what your body wants. You come to understand just what your mom wants, that you are male and always will be, and you should stop denying your own biology.

As you dump the last of it you wish you could just sit there forever and be edged and teased by your mom for eternity. A different sort of heat pools in your cock though, and you blush.

“M-mom, I… I think I have to, um…”

“Oh dear. I understand honey. Just let it out, and mommy will help you.” She points your cock down and aims as your piss pours out. She keeps stroking you slightly as you do it and you’ve never felt so much relief. Her touch still feels incredible, and you relish in the feeling of being able to just lie back and let her aim your cock for you.

She clicks her tongue. “Oh baby, look…” She stands up and shows you her wet fingers. “You got some on my fingers… Be a good boy and clean them off, okay?” She barely gives you time to respond but you wouldn’t say no anyway. Licking your own piss off of her fingers is humiliating and degrading but they taste so good it doesn’t matter. You slurp it all up and run your tongue along her fingers and drool on her hands. That makes it feel even better when she pulls them out and goes back to stroking you.

“You’ve done so good for me,” she whispers in your ear. “That’s my handsome boy. My beautiful son.” She giggles. “I think you’ve earned the right to cum, kay? I want to see that thick and fertile cock shoot a big load for me.” You moan and you get on the verge of cumming your brains out until she slows down. She has your cock and all of your pleasure completely under her control.

She takes you back to the bedroom and has you sit back down in your computer chair. She sits on top of your cock but doesn’t push it in, just rubbing her ass all over it and teasing you.

“Now the problem wasn’t that you were watching porn, that’s perfectly okay, but mommy’s gonna pick what you watch from now on. We can’t let your brain get rotted like that by all that degrading and sexist stuff you were watching. I think that’s where this whole delusion of yours got started.”

“Mhmm…” All you can focus on her ass on your cock.

She picks out a video of a super masculine man fucking a much smaller petite girl. The video focuses way more on his body than normal, that and the girl’s face and her pleasure. He fucks her rough and precise and gets multiple orgasms out of her like a true gentleman. Your mom gets on her knees and kneels between your legs, face right next to your cock just like you’ve always dreamed about.

“Watch him,” she says. She swallows half of your cock and bobs her head up and down, and you groan. She pulls off and continues, “Look at the way he fucks her. That’s a real man. You’re a real man.” She swallows your cock all the way to the base and you cry out in pleasure, getting just at the edge before she pulls her mouth off, denying you yet again. “Repeat after me if you want to cum. Okay?”

“Okay,” you repeat.

“You are male.”

“I am male.”

She uses one hand to cup your balls and jerks off your sloppy cock with the other hand.

“You will always be male,” she continues.

“I will always be male.”

“Good boy!~” She strokes you while licking the head of your cock and you groan.

“You will never a be woman,” she says, and the way she looks you dead in the eyes pushes you over the edge.

“I… will never… Mmh! Be a woman…” Cum sputters out of your cock as you say it, as you cum so hard you can barely breathe. She giggles and kisses the head of your cock while stroking out the last dribbles of cum. She presses it up to her cheek and licks at the shaft, letting cum coat her face. Then she swallows your cock again and cleans it off, swallowing every drop of your cum like a slut.

She continues to toy with you day after day, not letting you cum unless you do what she wants. She makes you change all your online profiles and tell your friends you’re going to back being a guy. She calls you your deadname and you go back to it fully without her even needing to ask. She buys you a binder and you wear it for her. After months of no HRT you get hairier all over and people treat you like a man again. She molds you into the perfect man exactly to her tastes.

She continues to control what porn you watch, makes you focus on the manly studs and makes you want to be them, compares you to them. She encourages you to go to the gym and become the buff jock she wants, even helps you get some steroids to get even beefier. When she blows you she pets your body hair and complements you for how sweaty and masculine you’ve become. When she rides you she doesn’t let you cum if your moans are too feminine. She moans the most when you growl and grab her by the hips and fuck your dick deeper into her. The testosterone goes straight to your head and you get bolder and bolder, getting glimpses of the slutty bitch your mom is deep down. You’re a man and you feel like you could do anything, fuck anything, whatever you want. So of course you want your own MILF of a mom.

One day you decided to turn the tables. You find her in the kitchen making breakfast, and pull out an apron that’s a couple sizes too small for her.

“Hey, woman,” you bite. “Take off all your clothes and put this on. Then I’m gonna fuck you in it. Got that?”

You grin at her and she gasps, scandalized. The way she clenches her hips and flushes tells a different story though. “You have no right to talk to your mother that way, young man!”

“I can talk to you however I want, slut. I know you want my cock, so strip and get to it.“ You sneer and you see her hips sway even as she tries to protest.

“Well I… I never…” She scoffs, but obeys. She looks away from you, face red, and removes her blouse, skirt, bra, leggings, and panties one at a time. She ties the apron on her naked body and you stroke your rock-hard cock the entire time. You see her pussy get soaking wet as you do.

You tell her to keep making breakfast, and she obeys. You disrupt her by groping her ass and pinching and prodding at her nipples. You rub slow circles and tease her clit until she’s whining and gasping for you. All the while you make her keep preparing your meal. Once it’s almost done you shove your cock straight inside her achingly wet cunt, caring little for her pleasure and just using her like a fleshlight. You fuck her rough, making her moan and quiver while her ass jiggles. You get closer and closer and she tries to get out some words,

“Wait… don’t, ah!~” She’s no doubt trying to tell you not to cum inside, which she hasn’t let you do up until now. You don’t care though, you just want to make her your cumdump.

“Aw, c’mon mom,” you tease. “Don’t lie to me. I know how much you want my cum. You want your own son’s cum in that sweet cunt of yours, I know it. You can’t fool me, whore.”

You fuck her with the perfect angle of your hips in the way you know she likes the most. “Mmmh!~ Fine, I… Anh!~” She gives in and cums all over your cock, accepting that she needs to take your cum whenever you want. You fuck her through the aftershocks then cum hard once you’re ready. She moans low and deep as your cum paints her walls, as it completely fills up her pussy and dribbles onto the floor.

You grope her and praise her as a reward, then make her serve your breakfast still wearing only the apron and with your cum still inside her. From that point on you make her your free use toy, make her take your cock wherever and whenever you want. She becomes desperate and needy for your cock that can make her cum over and over and over. Your dad finds out about it but it doesn’t matter. He’s a beta and he hasn’t been able to please her in years. You’re the only man for her. She’s addicted to taking her stud son’s cock and could never go back.

The years go by and the dysphoria and regret hits every now and then but you’re mostly still drunk on horny male lust. You find some slut to marry but your mom is your real wife. She’s who you care about and who you keeping fucking night after night, not the dumb bitch you happen to share a bed with. You even impregnate her and knock her up with an incest baby. You keep fucking her during and after her pregnancy, watching her stomach bulge and her tits grow to gargantuan levels. You’re there when the baby is born and there when her tits are full of milk for you to suck while she milks your cock.

One thing you start doing with your mom is challenging yourself to fuck as many orgasms out of her as possible. Tonight you’ve reached five. You’re sweaty and your hips are weak and you don’t know if you have any more stamina left, if you’re capable of anything more than just lying down to rest.

She grasps your hand. “Baby,” she coos. “Let’s switch to missionary, okay?”

You oblige and soon she’s on her back, spreading her legs and showing off her pussy and tits for you. You groan and grind your cock on her clit. She pulls you close and kisses you, and her soft mouth feels so incredible on your rough beard.

“My son,” she whispers. “My handsome man. You’re everything I could ever want.”

Her words energize you again, and you groan and push your cock straight into her. “I love you mom,” you grunt.

“I love you too baby,” she moans. “So mmh~ much!”

She pets your hair and wraps you in closer with her legs, telling you you’ve done a great job, that you can relax. That it’s okay because mommy’s here. You give in to her then and cum inside her with a grunt, and she giggles as cum pours into her already fucked out cunt. You collapse from exhaustion but stay inside her, lost in her scent and the feeling of her arms and legs around you.

Anyway, we got to this brothel and were caught by the head mistress. The mistress unsurprisingly loved me, and thought I'd make a perfect addition to her 'collection' of girls, as the DM put it. But she detected something was off about me. The DM was talking about an enchanted ring in my bag that the mistress would be interested in, but I thought he was talking about my character's cock. Soooo..... I failed the check for her to lose interest. I rolled my eyes irl and decided to just get it over with, and I said my character lifted her skirt to reveal her large erect cock.

The others all laughed and thought I was joking. The girl of our group said, 'Oh that's so cool, I didn't know you were RPing a trans girl'. I was stunned, the guys seemed to like it and whistled when I said my high elf was very well hung. So I said, 'Wait, you guys know I'm trans, right?' And they were silent for a second.

'No way," the DM said. 'I don't believe it. Prove it.'

'What!?' I said. 'Am I supposed to whip out my dick or something?'

'Yes!' they all encouraged me.

I.... took off my shorts and revealed my cock. Which was erect as usual. I gave it a few strokes for good measure. They were all stunned. I don't think they knew a lot about trans people, they asked how I could have such big boobs if I was born a boy. I told them I never went through male puberty. I took blockers and started estrogen in high school. I admitted my boobs weren't done growing, probably. A few of the guys started rubbing themselves through their clothes. The girl, Veronica, who was a cute goth brunette, ogled my nine-inch dick, which I still had in my hand, stroking it out of habit every few seconds. She asked if she could suck me off in front of everyone.

I was like, 'In the game or.....?' And she went for it, her pretty green eyes looking up at me as she sucked my cock, fondling my balls as she went to town. I came seconds later. I'm really bad at holding in my orgasms. Sometimes I cum in my shorts just looking at other girls, it's really annoying. I'm erect almost constantly.

She drank my cum as the guys cheered. I was lightheaded, panting. We all had a few drinks and well...... let's just say we stopped the game for the night. As we lay in bed, all naked, passing a joint, the DM, Alex, asked me something kinda hot. He said, 'So, what would happen if you went off your hormones?'

I told them I'd go through male puberty and chemically detransition. So, my dick would get bigger. I'd grow facial hair and thigh body hair. My voice would drop, I'd get an Adam's apple, my face would change, my bone structure might masculinize. They all marveled at that. I went on to say, 'my boobs might shrink but I could always get surgery to remove them. Why do you ask?'

I expected him to say, 'Just curious.' And move on. Instead he said it'd be really hot to see me detransition like that. The others agreed, asking me if I ever thought about 'trying out' becoming a guy. Veronica, huddled next to me, her hand still softly stroking my dick said, 'She'd love to see me become a guy. That it'd be a huge turn on.' She said she's never seen a cute girl like me transform into a guy. They all asked me to give it a try.

I guess I was a bit high and drunk..... but I agreed. So, TL;DR, I'm detransitioning so my new horny DnD buddies can watch me detrans for their sexual amusement. FML. Oh well, I do love having a big dick. It won't be so bad.....

(Three Years Pass)

"Fuck...... no matter how much I work out I can't shed the weight Veronica and the guys are piling onto me. They know I can't say no to beer and greasy food. I still can't believe I really detransed for them. What was I thinking? I used to be so hot, now I'm a fat sweaty slob. Which is Veronica's type..... But I'll never get over how easily they talked me into giving up my sexy body. God I loved being a hot busty girl with a big dick. It was a dream come true. I can't say no to those green eyes of hers.....

So I had my beautiful, LL-Cup breasts chopped off, went on testosterone and gave up everything so these guys could live out their little fantasy of seeing me become a guy. They marveled over every little change, especially as I started to get fat. Now I'm just Veronica's fat boyfriend who's always horny, gawking at pretty girls at the gym. Girls as hot as I used to be, some even have big bulges and smirk at me as they see me staring. I look away. I can't cum unless Veronica gives me permission, which is so difficult for someone like me.

I'm surrounded by hot girls in this city every day! Jogging, at the gym, on the train, I can't help but ogle them and stroke myself through my shorts or pants. I love seeing them roll their eyes or get disgusted expressions as they see me do it. Just today there was a girl on the treadmill over there who must have been carrying quintuplets, her belly was huge, her breasts barely fit in her top. I walked by and spanked her. She looked over at me, blushing hotly. I stood there stroking my cock through my shorts right next to her.

'Go on, you pathetic fat loser,' she told me. 'Cum. You'll never get a girl pregnant as I am. I bet a fat beta loser like you has a zero sperm count.' Hearing this made me cum in my shorts. She laughed and asked if she could get back to jogging or did she have to babysit the fat slob some more. She smirked and rubbed it in, telling me she couldn't wait for her rich, successful husband to fuck her ass tonight. Because he was a real man, unlike me.