Cumfused MtF Breeder

Being hypnotized by a gay trans man 😍

At first he'd befriend me and get me depending on him... Maybe some things suddenly "go wrong out of nowhere" and he's conveniently there to solve the problem or be a shoulder to cry on.

Then one day, when I'm weak and my willpower is low he tells me he wants me to be his partner. He says "partner" not girlfriend... But a lot of queer people do that.

I complain meekly that I'm a lesbian and he laughs "I'm basically he/him lesbian" "what's the difference really except for identity bullshit?"

I'm shocked at first, I've never heard him talk like this... But what he says makes a weird kind of sense.

"What's wrong? Don't you like me?" before I can regain my footing he abruptly gets to his feet, flings off his shorts and straddles his bare cunt across my face.

"don't you like pussy?"

The smell is overwhelming. So amazing, so feminine and inviting. A soft musk filling up my head and cock with a unified desire. Embarrassingly, I'm as hard as my feminized girlcock can get.

I eat his pussy all night with him cooing in my ear, my mind too gone to consciously process what he is telling me.

We start dating after that. He starts calling himself my girlfriend, as a joke at first but then more and more casually. It makes me feel more comfortable in a way, but there's something nagging in the back of my mind.

At this point he's become insanely jealous and controlling of my time, my friends and family slowly falling away until it's just me and him.

He also starts "swapping clothes" with me "as a kink", but he gives me men's clothes I've never seen before. She says it looks so "butch" on me, but... something feels like a joke I'm not in on.

When we go out it's the first time I've been in public presenting masculine in years. I feel even more self-conscious looking at my girlfrien-- I mean boyfriend. He looks so good, so pretty...

I notice some guys pointing at him and making blowjob gestures to each other. They see me and stop... are they going to beat me up? But no, they just go back to ignoring us.

"What assholes!" I exclaim to him.

What'd they do that was wrong? It was just boys being boys."

"they're not respecting your gender"

"why would they? I look like a girl and you look like a boy."

Again, I'm shocked until I catch my reflection in a window and realize it's true. I look like a boy... a faggy boy, but a boy.

"They probably stopped cause they thought you're my boyfriend." He looks seductively at one of the men, catching his eye. I feel a creeping nausea, "but I guess I don't have a boyfriend." He smiles at saying these words, mocking me.

I can only swallow weakly.

His tone suddenly goes cheery and singsong, "hey cutie, I have some more shopping to do. Why don't you be a good girl and go wait for me at home?"

With that he abruptly walks over to talk to the group of men, twirling his hair at them and giggling. They gesture at me and he laughs, shaking his head.

He comes back late the next night, smelling like sex and crashing off coke.

I'm so worried about him... Or am I worried? Am I...

Jealous?

After this I get very defensive of him. In public I no longer correct people who misgender me in case they think I'm a fag and want to steal my girlfriend. I start fighting men who look at him sideways.

He loves this. Tells me I'm so butch. Rewards me with head for winning fights.

Meanwhile I start to realize my body is masculinizing. My facial hair is growing in. He tells me it's so radical for queer women to grow a beard.

I look in the mirror, I see a man. He tells me it's wrong to perpetuate gender stereotypes.

One day we're fucking pretty wildly and the condom breaks.

"Keep going."

"but the condom"

"just pull out when you're about to cum, pleeeease" 🥺

Without waiting for me he drives my cock back into his pussy. It's achingly hard. I have to keep going... I can't pull myself away.

As I pound out his pussy a deep urge washes over me. I feel possessed. I need to get deeper, as deep as possible.

I desperately rut him until I can feel the pressure welling up in my balls. "I'm going to cum!"

He hooks his legs around me and holds me in. "Feel that, Daddy?" I shudder trying to hold back, "that's the feeling a Daddy feels right before he makes his girlfriend into his baby momma."

His voice drops to a low rasp gently caressing my ear, "It feels so right because you're a man. That's why I swapped your estrogen with testosterone. You look like a man, act like a man, fuck like a man. Its only natural for you to want to breed my fertile little pussy. Just let it happen."

With that I give in, spraying my hot load into his uterus. He pats my head, "good boy".

As I lay spasming in him, my mind utterly broken, he whispers one last thing:

"don't call me 'he' anymore. I'm not a man and it's your job to remind me of that."

On the way to her house you even wondered how big she was. You often joked that you only liked dick and only as long as it was attached to women, but the reality was that fucking anyone else made your boy pussy feel too dysphoric.

On the other hand, you found that trans women's cocks made you feel like a man.

But nude in front of you is a beautiful woman with a soft, luscious cunt. It looks a lot like yours.

She giggles, "You seem confused, baby girl."

You snap back to attention, "I'm not a girl!" You're shocked that she'd so suddenly misgender you after being so affirming all day. "I'm trans, like you!"

"Like me?" She scoffs, "Baby girl, to be trans you actually have to transition."

The comment hits you like a punch in the gut, leaving you sputtering. "I'm uhh... I'm-I-"

"working on getting access to hormones and surgery? I've heard it before. For how long are you going to wait? Years?

Baby, just admit the truth-- you're not a real boy. I bet you have a dripping little girl hole and a tiny little button clit. I've seen real trans men naked and that's not what they look like."

You bristle at this barrage of transphobic abuse, but the most horrifying part is your own growing sense of... relief?

You shake your head sharply, trying to dislodge the feelings revolting inside.

"I don't need to put up with this, goodbye!"

"silly girl, all of the doors are time locked. I suppose a real man could break the door down, but it'd be impossible for you."

You look and notice the locks have no knobs. The door is wooden, but she's right-- with your small frame it might as well have been steel.

"what do you want with me?" You try to sound intimidating but it comes out as a cracked squeel.

She smiles, "to help you, of course."

"well I don't need your help," you scoff, "now open the door, you psycho bitch."

Your head spins as you feel the sting of her hand against your cheek, sending you to the floor. You didn't even see her wind up first.

"That's no way to talk to your mommy, baby girl. Now you made me punish you."

Your ears are still ringing as she picks you up effortlessly and carries you to a bed. As your head continues swimming she grabs onto your wrists and ankles and loops them through something.

Just as you realize what's happening she pulls a cord tightening the ropes around your limbs.

"Stop it, right now!" You roar in the most intimidating voice you can muster. She ignores you, walking to the table and picking up a pair of sheers and something else. You tug at the ropes, but they only bite deeper into your wrists.

She walks back over to you and starts cutting your shirt methodically, as if you aren't even there.

"P-please stop," you plea, now just a soft whine. But she's still ignoring you as she finishes snipping through your neckline.

She pulls back your shirt revealing your plain grey binder. Looking at it, she shakes her head disapprovingly. "Why would you hide your gorgeous body from the world like this?"

With one fluid motion she bunches up the front and snips it in half, your breasts popping out with a fresh wave of dysphoria.

"Please," you cry, "What do you want from me?"

She giggles, "I don't want anything from you. I told you, I want to help you. Now hold still."

You try to turn to see what she's doing but she pins you down with one hand. "Don't worry baby, you just need your good girl medicine." You buck and cry as you start to feel a sharp sting in your belly.

You realize, she's stabbed you with a needle. She's injecting you with something... You can feel it gush into you, numbingly washing through your body and invading your brain.

For the first time since being tied up, your arms and legs go slack.

Everything feels so far away, so slow. Your skin is tingling, a soft glow radiating from the injection site. It fills you with a breathless relaxation that seeps down into your pussy. You can feel it getting impossibly wet.

"W-what... did you d-do... to me?" You manage to stutter out. It's harder to form coherent thoughts every second. Everything feels like it's enveloped in a thick soporific fog.

"I gave you a gift, the gift of obedience. Now dear, let's listen to some fun files I made."

As you glance to either side you realize there's speakers pointed at your ears.

A low soft tone starts playing from them, filling your head up even more and making it even harder to think.

Then you hear a voice kick in. Your voice.

"h-h-h... H-how-"

"how did I make this? You've been using the voice training app I recommended. I wrote that app to build voice libraries. I can make you say whatever I want."

In your head it's becoming harder to tell where your internal voice ends and the speaker's imitation begins.

I need to escape somehow. "Obey mommy" I'm trapped here and I need to escape. I need to "obey mommy" escape and trapped "obey mommy" trapped obey mommy no I need to escape I need to obey mommy no! Escape! No escape no escape "mommy is my mistress" mommy is my mistress

"mommy is my mistress" is your mouth moving? "Obey mommy"

You didn't even notice that she'd been methodically cutting away your shorts and boxers until your cunt was exposed, wet in the air conditioned apartment.

You struggle one last time to regain control of your mind and pull against the restraints, but it feels like a dream. Your muscles won't respond.

How did you let this happen? How could you have let yourself get so careless? Maybe mommy is right? Maybe you actually wanted this the whole time? "I wanted this, I chose this" is that you or the recording talking?

Mommy smiles at you. "Aww baby you're soooo lost. Mhm." She nods so enthusiastically and you find yourself nodding along. "But it's okay you're with mommy now" nodding together again "and you're her good girl" something about that upsets you but you nod anyway.

"good girl! Have a reward!" You hear a vibrator and panic for a moment but when it touches your clit it send such a wave of pleasure through you that you can feel your mind blank out.

A woman's voice cries out "yes mommy! Thank you mommy!" Your mouth is open, words are coming out. The voice is yours.

She pulls it away and the pleasure recedes. No! No! You were so close to cumming. Why did mommy take the wand away?

"aww so desperate, bucking your hips so pitifully trying to reach mommy's vibrator."

You shake your head, no you're a boy and this woman has kidnapped you. So then why aren't you still trying to escape?

The wand hits again and you totally lose what you were thinking. Waves of pleasure wash through your body until you're nearly cumming and then... Off.

She turned it off.

You can hear yourself whining, but there's something wrong... You're not supposed to be here...

She turns it back on.

This cycle continues for what feels like forever, always edging, always harder to remember.

She pulls it away again. You feel something inside you snap.

"Please Mommy! Please let me cum! Please I'm begging you I need it so bad!!!"

She laughs, "promise you'll obey me."

"yes mommy! I'll obey!"

"and you'll stop pretending to be a boy"

"yes mommy! I promise!"

With that she returns the wand to you cunt. That familiar orgasm starts building, but this time she doesn't pull away. The pleasure rises up through you, shaking in your lungs, pouring out your mouth in a rising scream.

And still she doesn't pull it away as you writhe and scream and gush. She presses it down harder into your cunt as a white hot sun fills your head.

When she pulls it away this time your mind is gone. Drooling, shaking, sputtering.

She laughs at you, "what a good girl"

You feel a glow of pride at pleasing your mommy and being a good girl, smiling shyly.

"but we're not done yet baby. The night has hardly begun."

Consider this your periodic reminder that you are being brainwashed.

You are being brainwashed.

On the way to her house you even wondered how big she was. You often joked that you only liked dick and only as long as it was attached to women, but the reality was that fucking anyone else made your boy pussy feel too dysphoric.

On the other hand, you found that trans women's cocks made you feel like a man.

But nude in front of you is a beautiful woman with a soft, luscious cunt. It looks a lot like yours.

She giggles, "You seem confused, baby girl."

You snap back to attention, "I'm not a girl!" You're shocked that she'd so suddenly misgender you after being so affirming all day. "I'm trans, like you!"

"Like me?" She scoffs, "Baby girl, to be trans you actually have to transition."

The comment hits you like a punch in the gut, leaving you sputtering. "I'm uhh... I'm-I-"

"working on getting access to hormones and surgery? I've heard it before. For how long are you going to wait? Years?

Baby, just admit the truth-- you're not a real boy. I bet you have a dripping little girl hole and a tiny little button clit. I've seen real trans men naked and that's not what they look like."

You bristle at this barrage of transphobic abuse, but the most horrifying part is your own growing sense of... relief?

You shake your head sharply, trying to dislodge the feelings revolting inside.

"I don't need to put up with this, goodbye!"

"silly girl, all of the doors are time locked. I suppose a real man could break the door down, but it'd be impossible for you."

You look and notice the locks have no knobs. The door is wooden, but she's right-- with your small frame it might as well have been steel.

"what do you want with me?" You try to sound intimidating but it comes out as a cracked squeel.

She smiles, "to help you, of course."

"well I don't need your help," you scoff, "now open the door, you psycho bitch."

Your head spins as you feel the sting of her hand against your cheek, sending you to the floor. You didn't even see her wind up first.

"That's no way to talk to your mommy, baby girl. Now you made me punish you."

Your ears are still ringing as she picks you up effortlessly and carries you to a bed. As your head continues swimming she grabs onto your wrists and ankles and loops them through something.

Just as you realize what's happening she pulls a cord tightening the ropes around your limbs.

"Stop it, right now!" You roar in the most intimidating voice you can muster. She ignores you, walking to the table and picking up a pair of sheers and something else. You tug at the ropes, but they only bite deeper into your wrists.

She walks back over to you and starts cutting your shirt methodically, as if you aren't even there.

"P-please stop," you plea, now just a soft whine. But she's still ignoring you as she finishes snipping through your neckline.

She pulls back your shirt revealing your plain grey binder. Looking at it, she shakes her head disapprovingly. "Why would you hide your gorgeous body from the world like this?"

With one fluid motion she bunches up the front and snips it in half, your breasts popping out with a fresh wave of dysphoria.

"Please," you cry, "What do you want from me?"

She giggles, "I don't want anything from you. I told you, I want to help you. Now hold still."

You try to turn to see what she's doing but she pins you down with one hand. "Don't worry baby, you just need your good girl medicine." You buck and cry as you start to feel a sharp sting in your belly.

You realize, she's stabbed you with a needle. She's injecting you with something... You can feel it gush into you, numbingly washing through your body and invading your brain.

For the first time since being tied up, your arms and legs go slack.

Everything feels so far away, so slow. Your skin is tingling, a soft glow radiating from the injection site. It fills you with a breathless relaxation that seeps down into your pussy. You can feel it getting impossibly wet.

"W-what... did you d-do... to me?" You manage to stutter out. It's harder to form coherent thoughts every second. Everything feels like it's enveloped in a thick soporific fog.

"I gave you a gift, the gift of obedience. Now dear, let's listen to some fun files I made."

As you glance to either side you realize there's speakers pointed at your ears.

A low soft tone starts playing from them, filling your head up even more and making it even harder to think.

Then you hear a voice kick in. Your voice.

"h-h-h... H-how-"

"how did I make this? You've been using the voice training app I recommended. I wrote that app to build voice libraries. I can make you say whatever I want."

In your head it's becoming harder to tell where your internal voice ends and the speaker's imitation begins.

I need to escape somehow. "Obey mommy" I'm trapped here and I need to escape. I need to "obey mommy" escape and trapped "obey mommy" trapped obey mommy no I need to escape I need to obey mommy no! Escape! No escape no escape "mommy is my mistress" mommy is my mistress

"mommy is my mistress" is your mouth moving? "Obey mommy"

You didn't even notice that she'd been methodically cutting away your shorts and boxers until your cunt was exposed, wet in the air conditioned apartment.

You struggle one last time to regain control of your mind and pull against the restraints, but it feels like a dream. Your muscles won't respond.

How did you let this happen? How could you have let yourself get so careless? Maybe mommy is right? Maybe you actually wanted this the whole time? "I wanted this, I chose this" is that you or the recording talking?

Mommy smiles at you. "Aww baby you're soooo lost. Mhm." She nods so enthusiastically and you find yourself nodding along. "But it's okay you're with mommy now" nodding together again "and you're her good girl" something about that upsets you but you nod anyway.

"good girl! Have a reward!" You hear a vibrator and panic for a moment but when it touches your clit it send such a wave of pleasure through you that you can feel your mind blank out.

A woman's voice cries out "yes mommy! Thank you mommy!" Your mouth is open, words are coming out. The voice is yours.

She pulls it away and the pleasure recedes. No! No! You were so close to cumming. Why did mommy take the wand away?

"aww so desperate, bucking your hips so pitifully trying to reach mommy's vibrator."

You shake your head, no you're a boy and this woman has kidnapped you. So then why aren't you still trying to escape?

The wand hits again and you totally lose what you were thinking. Waves of pleasure wash through your body until you're nearly cumming and then... Off.

She turned it off.

You can hear yourself whining, but there's something wrong... You're not supposed to be here...

She turns it back on.

This cycle continues for what feels like forever, always edging, always harder to remember.

She pulls it away again. You feel something inside you snap.

"Please Mommy! Please let me cum! Please I'm begging you I need it so bad!!!"

She laughs, "promise you'll obey me."

"yes mommy! I'll obey!"

"and you'll stop pretending to be a boy"

"yes mommy! I promise!"

With that she returns the wand to you cunt. That familiar orgasm starts building, but this time she doesn't pull away. The pleasure rises up through you, shaking in your lungs, pouring out your mouth in a rising scream.

And still she doesn't pull it away as you writhe and scream and gush. She presses it down harder into your cunt as a white hot sun fills your head.

When she pulls it away this time your mind is gone. Drooling, shaking, sputtering.

She laughs at you, "what a good girl"

You feel a glow of pride at pleasing your mommy and being a good girl, smiling shyly.

"but we're not done yet baby. The night has hardly begun."