works of the body, sins of the flesh

Concept: butch doctor x femme patient ⋆ ｡˚💉.° ⋆

Scanned from a 1974 issue of “The Barazoku,” Japan’s first gay magazine.

Less horny alt version lol:

fuck me silly as a ‘boy’ and eventually get me so hooked i’m with them 24/7. maybe i’ll even move in. first all my clothes start to go missing and all the new ones i buy are torn up or cut short and slutty. i’m being drugged, obviously, so i can’t think.

they offer to buy me new clothes but they keep accidentally bringing me girl clothes. i try to complain but ‘you either wear these or go out naked’

i wear the clothes.

they start swapping out my medication, puts me on growth hormones, estrogen, lactation inducing hormones. my tits swell and become heavier, bigger, won’t even fit in my top. my hips become wider, only the sluttiest clothes fit me anymore

It's a corrective institution where "ftm" women are basically kept as living incubators, most first world countries struggle with declining birth rates after all. If you want to abandon your duty as a woman, you must first fulfill your natural role to its fullest before you can do it.

Such a fakeboy is taken to the farm where she's kept with other trans "men" in individual stalls placed next to each other in long halls, ass facing the wall, fully naked, and on all fours, a position in which she's always ready to be fucked. Each stall has a door at the back, leading directly do the outside, but not big enough for the person to escape.

Every day from 9 to 5, the doors are opened, giving free use of all the women to breed. Any man can come and fuck any girl he wants through the door for free, the only requirement is having been tested for STDs, we wouldn't want to lose any of the incubators to some silly disease. During that time, the halls are filled with a cacophony of feminine moans and whimpers. It's not uncommon for the farm staff who are responsible for feeding and cleaning to have fun with the fakeboys themselves, in fact, many guys apply for the job just because it gives them free access to the whole bodies of the girls, not only their cunts poking through the door.

Of course, each person gets pregnant, that's why they're here in the first place. Every woman is kept in the institution for, let's say, until 25 (the time the brain stops maturing, identity is fixed etc.). At the same time, everybody needs to "serve" for at least 3 years, so everyone past 22 is kept there for that amount of time, 22 and less need to wait for until they're 25. So, if an 18 year old gets into the farm, she's going to get birth to at least 6 babies minimum until she gets out. One pregnancy ends, another starts, pretty much all the girls are getting cummed in multiple times a day every day by many men. Since the babies are taken from their mothers very early (they need to resume their cumdumpster service as soon as possible, no time to raise kids), every woman has milking devices attached to her breasts, so that all the milk accumulated in them can be emptied somehow. Everybody takes gallons of cum during their stay at the farm, nobody knows the fathers of any of the babies because the rotation there is so big, who wouldn't take a chance at fucking a young pussy raw with no consequences?

"Really gonna fight me at this point? You can barely move. I can see tears collecting beneath your eyes. Supposedly, it tastes awful at the start."

Managed to catch it on the tongue. Sour. Hints of artificial bubblegum. What she slipped past your lips looked vividly pink in her fingers. With each passing second, the sour spot feels larger. Dissolving in your saliva or your tongue curling around it.

Tainted liquid bites at the floor of your mouth. Cupped your tongue around it to confine it to one place. But it's dripping. Stop making so much saliva. Don't swallow. Won't swallow. Can't swallow.

That burning, artificial not-sweet begins to hit your throat. Haven't swallowed but it must be leaking down. You can almost feel it in your mind, now. A tickling, funny sensation. Or maybe you're just imagining things.

"You know you'll regret fighting so hard once this is over? It'll all be temporary. You'll be better soon. I've watched it happen before."

"Keeping it in your mouth won't do anything but concentrate the changes there. C'mon, just swallow already. My arms are getting tired."

At that, you buck against her. Jostle and shove and push. Feel it froth around your mouth. Worth it if you get out. Keep fighting. Until you're tired. Not enough. It's coating your tongue now. All over your mouth. It feels almost numb. Cotton stuffed and a vague impression of sweet. Still not swallowing.

"Damn. You really are a fighter. Well, it's the last time you'll ever be able to resist me. Better make it count. I can respect that."

Scorn in your teary eyes. You can agree with her on this at least. Mouth feels sickly sweet. Hard to tell what your tongue's doing. Thoughts running in circles. Something webby and sticky in there, too. You don't want to agree with her about anything, as tempting as it is.

"Trying so hard, just swallow already. Time's ticking. You've always been such a fighter. Now you're gonna be my fighter. Aren't you excited for that?"

You don't want to be her fighter. You don't want to be her anything. Sweat drips down your side. Feel yourself spiraling. All you can taste is sweet. Some thoughts seem to catch more than others. Even the air entering your mouth tastes sweet. Shove it. Terminate the thoughts without looking.

"You've closed your eyes now. Can't bear to look at me? Are you even thinking at this point? At least you're cute like this."

'You like being cute for her.' The thought catches and you tear it up but it's still there. Another one pops up. Repeating yourself. Stick out your tongue. Keep pushing it down and it keeps coming back up. It's like you're looped.

"There it is. Perfect."

What did you do? The loop feels like it's shrinking. Has something changed? Where even are you. Check yourself. Feel your surroundings. Her hands aren't on you and your mouth is open. Open and empty, showing off a clean tongue. When did that happen? When did you swallow?

"Such a good toy for me. You look so pretty showing off your mouth for me like that. Look at me."

Eyes snap open. It's so bright. She's shining. Is that real? Nothing feels real. What's going on? You're shaking. Shivering. Starting to panic.

"Calm down."

You stop shaking. Stop worrying. Her voice sounds so pretty. You can imagine yourself getting lost in it.

"There you are. Good toy."

You like being a good toy for her. You know that at least. Even if nothing else makes sense.

"I'm glad I picked you. C'mere, let's get somewhere comfortable, let me help you make sense of this."

You're glad she picked you, too. She's so special. Whenever you look at her, it's like looking up at something miles above you. You feel tiny. Nothing makes sense except for her. Mouth still hanging dumbly open.

"Close your mouth. And, here we are."

"Then, pretty soon you'll all settle, so I'll only go over this once--"

most people go willingly, but some have to be taken by force. those girls are strapped to a bed for days, made to watch indoctrination videos while being stimulated by machinery, massaging their tits and rubbing their clits. usually, it's those girls who end up making the most progress, and they elect to stay another year at the end of their time at camp.

Gloryholes where if you cry for help or try to kick someone away you will be gagged and handcuffed and stay for an extra 6 hours. Permanent markers are provided to write all over your ass and legs, and the fakeboys are left with degrading messages that won’t come off for weeks.

Anyone caught trying to bind their chest will be forced to walk around topless for a week. If another infraction, the nipples are clamped and the fakeboy is pulled around camp by a counselor until they feel they’ve learned their lesson. A third infraction causes the nipples to be pierced and have permanent rings with chains that anyone can grab and tug as they please!

Campers have a few options for attire: pink frilly skirts and camis, latex hot pink bras and thongs, sheer long white dresses, black crop tops and booty shorts, etc. Those who gravitate towards certain aesthetics tend to form cliques. Any male clothes are burned and the offender is swiftly punished.

Pay me degradingly low amounts of money, or come up with reasons to keep from paying me at all- Blackmail me, pimp me out for chump change because you want to make a point about what I’m worth. Trick me, drug me, take advantage of what a stupid victim I am.

Take advantage of my desperation and transform me into a star, your own personal porn star, at the very least.

Give me purpose, even if that purpose is wearing as little as you tell me to, or edging over and over but never coming again, or being groped and hurt whenever you see fit.

Then Cash App me $1.50.

Pay me in “exposure” and start me an Only Fans page against my will.

Tell me to head somewhere to pick up a check and then force me to undress to get it. Maybe you can keep my panties as a souvenir, if I’m wearing any.

A new tumblr game:

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