You and your girlfriend decide you should ask your hormone clinician if there's anything you can do to help you get your dick up, as Spiro and Estrogen have almost completely killed your ability to get, let alone retain, an erection.
Your girlfriend was very much a butch, but she loved your girlcock. You would think from looking at her that she was a dominant but she has quite the sub streak in her, and wants to throat your girlcock way more often.
You meet with your clincian, who complements you as always about how well your body has taken to the treatment; how well you pass. You tell her about your problem and she happily signs off on a prescription of Viagra for you. "Y'know, plenty of trans women are doing it." she says to ease your mild discomfort, knowing Viagra is so associated with men.
You swing out to your pharmacy on the way home, and the moment you walk through the door to your apartment your girlfriend immediately inquires as to what they did. You show her the bottle of Viagra and her eyes go wide. "We're trying this right now."
Three months of the most passionate, primal, thigh slapping sex you've ever had with your girlfriend ensues. Until about a week away from your next visit to the clinic, she's giving you a comparitively unenthused blowjob. "Is something wrong?" you ask, your rock hard girlcock going in and out of her cheek. "I dunno... You're hard and that's great but... The texture is still so soft? And could you maybe grow a bit of hair down here?" She says casually. You knew that you, in fact, could not grow hair down there. You used to shave your downstairs regularly and after about two years of Estrogen and practically 0 T in your system, the hair simply stopped growing.
"I guess I could ask them to lower my Spiro dose? Actually I've heard from friends Spiro gives super brainfog so honestly that might just be the best plaaaahhh~" Your girlfriend runs the tip of her tongue down a sensitive spot on your cockhead, rewarding your agreement.
A week passes and you once again return to the clinician, complements are given, greivances are explained, and your clinician (with only mild hesitation) halves your spiro prescription, with the caveat that you return for bloodwork in a month and a smaller check-in thereafter.
It takes about a week for you to feel any different, but suddenly you notice... Mental changes. Things that you wouldn't have paid any mind to before suddenly enthralling you. Your local punky barista's tits smushed together so tight that her deep cleave is visible even through a polo shirt, a lady at the supermarket in leggings with the fattest, juiciest ass you think you've ever seen, and of course your GF. The way she sticks her ass out while she cooks, how she presses her ample tits into your comparitively unimpressive chest. You find yourself grinding into her in bed, then on the couch, then even while standing over the stove.
Over the next three weeks the changes your girlfriend was so eager for start to appear, your cock becomes more rigid, even growing an inch or so. The hair grows slowly after the first week and by the fourth your left with a nice bush, one that you've shoved your girlfriend's nose into at least once a day since it grew in. Your girlfriend, by the way, is loving it. Every break from her WFH job is beating your cock, slamming it into the back of her throat, or sliding it deep into her pussy.
Your eyes are rolled back into your skull as she jacks your cock with her hand. You hear some kind of noise but you can't quite parse what it is over the pleasure; over her voice. "You know what would be perfect? If your cock had some heavy musk to it. That would make me go crazy for you, baby. Maybe you should try to get on T?"
The words bounced around your empty skull until your girlfriend took her hands off your cock to look at your buzzing phone. You brain filled with need and lust, you hadn't cum yet.
"Oh, babe, your appointment is in 15."
App...oint...ment? Your pleasure drunk brain took a moment to process the words. "Oh shit! My appointment!" You shot out of bed and got into the quickest clothes you could put on, a baggy tshirt and some jeans, and rushed out the door.
By the time you got there, your brain was still completely addled from the pleasure and need for release. When you walked up to the front desk your eyes locked on to the attendent's tits. "Umm... Excuse me?"
It took you a moment to realize you'd been spoken to. You look her in the eyes lazily.
You were confused, usually the attendants recognized you on sight. You told her your name.
"Oh! Oh my god I hardly recognized you with the fac-. I mean- you look great, sorry about that."
She directed you to the waiting room as per usual and you pulled out your phone to check your reflection. Sure enough, you had developed the patchy startings of a beard and mustache. Through the needy cock haze, this realization somehow meant nothing to you. You just wanted this appointment to be over as fast as possible so you could go home and empty your balls.
You sit down with your clinician, and she says some stuff to you. You only catch little bits. "T levels approaching... detransition... progress... You see it, don't you?"
It takes you a moment to realize you've been asked something. You scour your brain for some kind of response. Your mouth spits out the last coherent thing you remember hearing.
"Maybe I should try to get on T."
Your clinician gives you a stern look. "If that's how you feel, I cannot in good faith prescribe you feminizing hormones any longer." She scribbles on her notepad. "Here, take this. It's a small dose of T that will help supplement your levels until your natural hormones return to normal levels. You're free to go."
You eagerly leave the building to return to your girlfriend.
Your girlfriend gags and slobbers as she tries to fit the full length of your massive cock in her mouth. Your heavy balls are so desperate to unload down her throat. She runs her hands up your manly physique as her eyes roll back and she moans like a total whore. You looked down at her. She was wearing such a pretty, slutty dress and her hair was long and beautiful... A voice in the very back of your mind said she didn't always look like this... That she used to be a butchy, punk dyke... But that...
Your brain course corrects as she starts to massage your balls while throating your cock. 'I'm such a stud, of course I would break a dyke if I wanted to.'
The phrase 'Dykebreaking stud' repeated through your mind until you finally came, drowning your girlfriend in your seed. She swallowed most of it, returning her tongue to your sloppy wet cock afterward. "Thank you, Daddy~" She says, hopping up into your lap and shoving the plastic tits you made her get into your face. You wrap one muscular arm around her waist while the other massive hand takes a hold of one of her fat asscheeks. She moans and giggles at being groped like this. "Anything for my babygirl." You say, kissing her on the forehead. Your brain was a little... Slow nowadays, with the constant primal rutting and fucking. Your memory had for the most part escaped you. But you knew one thing for certain-
You and her were made for eachother.
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