imagine getting fucked by someone who’s taken a vow of chastity, who never has sex or even jerks off
imagine getting fucked by someone who hates himself for every impure thought he has
imagine being the one that finally broke him
imagine he finally gives in and takes you (whether you like it or not)
imagine him being so desperate he doesn’t even bother taking off your clothes (or his)
imagine, you in your catholic school uniform, him in black
imagine his hands and his face buried in your hair
imagine him saying “i shouldn’t be doing this, i shouldn’t be doing this, god forgive me, god forgive me” over and over but it feels so good he can’t stop
imagine he unloads years of pent up seed inside your wet little hole in a wave of unimaginable pleasure
imagine him keeping you as his dirty little secret
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easily one of my favorite parts of pregnancy in my head is the discomfort of it. not the pain, not even the labor. just the constant reminder that my body is growing beyond my control, forced to it’s limits, as my tits gorge with milk, as my bones warp and shift, as my skin is pushed to its limit. as getting up, walking around gets harder. as I get more tired, more lethargic. and it’s all because of something I didn’t even want in the first place
Beautiful, isn't it? Pregnancy is completely natural, it's an experience shared by the vast majority of human women who ever lived through their fertile years - and for most girls, it's the hardest thing their bodies will ever do.
Evolution doesn't care about pregnancy being difficult and uncomfortable, because you don't have to choose to get pregnant - you can just be clueless, or careless, or scared, or weak - and once it happens, there's no turning back. You can't just say "this is a bit much, I'm out" if it's too hard for you. You have to have a baby, or literally die trying.
That's what makes sex so perfectly unfair. The biological reason it's so much fun for men is because we make the choices and we don't bear the consequences. Because the more sex we have, and the more women we have it with, the more our genes spread - and the aching hips, and sore breasts, and stretching skin, and weary waddling under heavy bellies, are always someone else's problem. Every time some bro high-fives his buddy for getting laid with some random chick, that's the evolutionary undercurrent: she might grow your baby, and you don't have to care.
need a bf whose parents don’t approve of him dating men so he has to misgender me in front of them. his parents think I’m just a “tomboy.” so whenever we go to family events I’m forced to dress extra feminine to try and look nice in a way they’d approve of. I’d shave my face and body, grow my hair out longer, not hide my breasts any longer, and wear dresses and skirts… until he’s putting a baby in me because his parents expect a grandkid from us and I want them to like me. So I’m forced to live the rest of my life as a mother….
Rape isn't just about scary strangers hiding in bushes, you know. If a girl tells you to stop while you're already fucking her, and you keep going, that's rape. If she tells you to put on a condom, and you decide not to once she's on her knees facing the other way, that's rape too.
That's what makes it so much fun.
You can still rape a girl once she's willingly spread her legs for you: just give her a little more than she can handle, and watch the fear in her eyes when she realizes it's not under her control. You can make a girl come while you're raping her bare, and she won't know she came on her rapist's cock until she feels the warmth of your seed inside her. You can savor every moment of her moaning and begging and squeezing around you, and be sure she won't ever forget just how much she loved it.
And you can claim her womb like that, too. Watch her eagerly open up for you, not knowing how helpless she's going to feel soon, as she's taking your cum. You can give her one everlasting moment: the moment she realizes that she's being raped, and that she's going to be a mother.
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Going in for some minor surgery where they still have to knock you out, and when you wake up you have absolutely ridiculous fake tit implants, your face has been remodelled, and you have lips that can only start being described as 'fetish content'
You try to ask about what happened, did they take you to the wrong surgical suite? And the nurse just says no, the surgeons just thought you would look better this way-- your tits were too small before and you looked too plain, so they fixed it, it's fine, your insurance covered it anyway
It isn't until later you discover they also modified your pussy so it's guaranteed to prominently cameltoe anything besides the loosest skirt or drop-crotch yoga pants, and somehow even a finger inside you makes you wetter than you ever remember being
As part of your recovery, you have to go through physiotherapy sessions and you keep saying how difficult it is to move around with these massive tits, and how much your pussy squishes between your thighs, and you try and tell the physios not to grope you-- they use their very calm, professional tones to explain that they need to ensure your body is okay, this is part of their clinical examinations
They make you get into a gynaecological examination chair so they can check your vulva for any worrying amounts of swelling or infection, and the surgeon comes by to check on their work. You're leaned back, and you can only barely see the top of their head
You feel fingers in you first, pressing in, testing your stretchiness, but you know that they shouldn't be squeezing and brushing your clit like that and you swear that's not someone's fingers inside you now, but the last thing you hear is the surgeon's voice telling a nurse that the patient is getting agitated and to give you something to calm you down, a few moments before your vision goes black and you go back to that hazy, dark, confusion place where you only get flashes of sensation every now and then, and you slowly come to later in your ward bed, feeling extremely wet and turned on, with a weird taste in your mouth the nurse assures you is just dry mouth which is a common reaction to a lot of painkillers and drugs
Every time you try and tell people you didn't want this, they just seem kind of confused, and keep just giving you pamphlets about trauma therapy, and offering to get the hospital councillor to come talk to you, but then your protests start getting frustrated responses and you hear the nurses talking to each other and one of the doctors about concerns you'll try and hurt yourself and that they think you might be experiencing some sort of psychosis, or maybe this is some sort of withdrawal symptom, or you're acting out for attention, and maybe they should think about putting you on a psychiatric hold for a bit...
They call your partner (who had to stay away during your initial recovery because of the risk of infection) and they arrive and you finally think you have an ally who will make them listen/understand what you're saying, they know you wouldn't have wanted this!
But when you're talking together, you notice their eyes keep dropping down to your lips or your tits, and they keep licking and biting their own, and they make non-committal noises every time you talk about how you didn't want to be made into some sort of slutty caricature...
Then you hear them talking with one of the nurses and they say they're concerned too, and the nurse says they can help rush through legal guardianship with the courts so that you have a legal caretaker who can look after them, since it's clear you're not fit to make decisions with your current mental state
When your partner finally brings you home, you see they've had to put a lot of locks around the house and they explain it's for your own safety, they and all the doctors and the court just want to make sure you're okay, and they're here to support you. And your partner has to make sure you take your medication and continue your recovery exercises because it's part of ensuring your health
They want you to get back to normal, and to maintain your previous routines as much as possible, and well-- you and your partner love each other so much, and you've always had high libidos... It's not their fault your new lips make it a lot harder to distinguish between a 'no' and a moan...
It's Halloween, and I've been thinking about the idea of an incubus that reproduces through fear.
This doesn't mean that they don't reproduce through sex. After all, what more perfectly intimate source of fear is there than a man - or so you think - on top of you, forcing his bare cock inside of you, laughing at you that he's going to knock you up?
But in humans, that fear is... optional. Your rapist's sperm will fertilize your egg just as easily as your lover's; if he chooses to taunt you with that, it's just for his pleasure. But for the incubus, it's essential. It couldn't rape you while you slept, not to reproduce; the begging and the tears and the silent little prayer that you don't get pregnant are what lets it take root in you.
And where an ordinary fetus is just linked to your bloodstream, feeding as your heart pumps blood through your body - the incubus's seed is linked to your mind. Feeding on the fear of what that "man" did to you. Still and silent when you aren't thinking of it, but growing a little larger every time you feel a twinge of nausea and tremble at the thought that it might be morning sickness, or nervously palm your belly to see if it's beginning to curve.
And there are so many fears to feed on. At the beginning, the fear of being pregnant: of your rapist's seed staying inside you, working to claim you. Then the fear of it beginning to show - the questions, the repercussions, and the shame. Then, as your belly continues to swell, the fear of how much larger it could grow - larger than any human child, of course - and the terrible pain of birth.
The offspring are all male. Of course. They have no need to breed more carriers - not when there are so many to be their terrified prey.
I was requested in advance by room service, so when the guests come to their hotel room I’m already there. I’m laying on the bed with my limbs spread out, all fucked up on rohypnol and klonopin… I’m awake but everything is so heavy and my eyes are so sleepy so I just stare at the ceiling.
There are four of them… maybe they’re athletes. One of them calls dibs and moves me around like I’m nothing but I’m too drugged up to move my head to look at him. He slides my panties down my thighs and off my legs and throws them somewhere, and then just like that he’s shoving his cock inside my vulnerable little pussy, rolling his hips a couple times to fit it all in because I’m so tight and I’m not helping. I think the others are watching but I don’t know. He starts to really go for it, sawing in and out of me and not caring for how I feel at all. When he finally grips my hips and pulls me down onto his cock and cums deep inside my unprotected pussy, I give a little helpless moan.
No sooner does he wipe his cock off on my pussy lips than the next one is manhandling me to the side and onto his lap. He sits me down right on his cock and I fall back onto his shoulder as his rough hands grope my tits and hold me up by the neck. He fucks up into me and I bounce. My eyes are open and I can see the others but everything is a colorful blur… I’m so sleepy and these strange men are violating me and they can see everything, they can see how my pussy gets wet automatically for cock like a trained slut’s. One of them slaps me and tells me that, calls me a slut as the man holding me cums up into my cervix, gasping and groaning. He pushes me off of him onto the bed and grabs the remote to turn on the tv in the background, done with me now that he’s used me like any cheap fuck doll.
The other two roll me over onto my back again. The first lines himself up with my slutty used pussy and pushes just the head in. He’s thicker than the first two and I moan again as the other man kneels over my face and lowers his hard cock into my mouth. I feel like he’s going to choke me… but the rohypnol has me so relaxed and pliant… and my throat is so relaxed that when he shoves his dick in as far as it can go I don’t gag even a little, I just moan softly around him. He starts to thrust, building speed… fucking my throat like a pussy as the thick cock between my legs pushes forward, taking its time… stretching me open… until it’s buried in me to the hilt, hands on my hips holding me down… I feel it twitch against my cervix again. I’m so sleepy… but the pressure feels so good…
There are two cocks violating me from both ends and it’s so, so much, I’m so, so full, and I cum suddenly, just in little feeble helpless twitches because my body is so so heavy, and time is a blur and then they’re cumming in me, using me like the cum sleeve I was meant to be.
For the rest of the night they take turns shoving my limp helpless body around and violating all of my holes while the other men have conversations or watch a game on tv or open some beer. Sometimes my face gets shoved into the mattress as one of them slowly fucks my ass as he watches tv over my head… as the night passes and I get looser and looser I start taking two cocks in my pussy, then two in my pussy, one in my mouth, and one in my ass… I take everything they want to give me because I’m so sleepy and heavy… and by the time they’re done with me and go to sleep I’m a well-used cockslut lying at the end of the bed with a sloppy mess between my legs. I think it’s done but in the middle of the night I feel my body pulled up and a cock slips into my cunt, and it doesn’t stop all night.
I wish they’d used condoms… they came so much in me that there’s no way they didn’t put a baby in me… but I guess they paid extra for the slut-breeding special.
It's ironic how I used to be so dysphoric of my vagina, but have becoming so incredibly hypersexual after starting t. Testosterone has FORCED me to start masturbating frequently. Using thicker and longer dildos and vibrators, playing with my massively grown, errect clit. Touching and fucking myself again and again. Just to get some relief for a short while.
Sometimes my pussy won't stop leaking and drives me crazy for days, forces me to touch myself nonstop just to oragsm and get a little relieve. Before starting t my vagina was off limits. Now I can't even orgasm without a massive, thick elongated thing smashed inside. The deeper I shove something inside my pussy the more satisfied this unbearable need to get fucked and knocked up becomes. At least for a little while. But the hunger will always return. I'm more a helpless victim of my female parts than I ever had been before. Testosterone didn't turn me into a man, that's for sure. It forces me back into being a woman more than anything else. Using intense, uncontrolable sexual arousal to make me give in and learn to enjoy my destined womanhood. All I am is weak. No real man would fuck his cock starved, leaking pussy for hours compulsively fantasizing about getting impregnated for hours on.
And based on how incredibly many of us feel the same way, it can't be a coincidence, right?
Maybe giving female bodies testosterone to transition is a lie. Maybe health care providers know all it really does is activating your female sexuality to the fullest. Slowly turning you into a whore that gets obsessed with their real gender, finding great pleasure in sex and their bodies and roles as female preys for dominant men. That eventually all they really want is living as a woman again, getting fucked nonstop and becoming birth machines as nature has planned.
Giving confused girls testosterone and going with their delusion of being a man is disguised as gender affirming care. But the thing it really does is an effective way to fix you in the long run. It slowly converses you back and makes you fall in love with the feelings your girl slit gives you when penetrated. You will learn to love yourself as a girl, learn to enjoy the female role and happily submit to the natural urge to reproduce. And at last: Feel the desire to transition back to live as the girl you were always supposed to be. Therapy successful.
No health care provider is surprised when at the end after a couple of years you embarrassingly ask them to detransition. Because that was the goal of this therapy all along.
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So I studied my own body and tracked whether or not I still ovulate the past months. I've been on t for many years so I was kind of curious what's going on.
Based on my AI research explaining my observations, using ovulation tests, noting dates and paying attention to my body I found that I still have regular ovulations and a precise cycle despite not having a period.
Today at around 12pm I experienced something very special as I was at work and I'm so excited I felt the need to share. Out of nowhere I had a sudden flush of…I don't even know how to describe it. I suddenly felt a lot of discharge coming out of me and landing in my underwear for no reason. Followed by a sudden and unexpected flush of sexual arousal. And the immense desire to get pregnant. It was very intense and surprising, it was the first time ever I felt it THIS clearly. At the same time I felt a little pain in my abdomen that lasted for like half an hour. I was so aroused I had to use the bathroom to masturbate. And oh boy my discharge is very slippery and very stretchy! It's so much it didn't stop anymore. I very clearly felt an event going on in my body.
AI told me based on my detailed description of all my circumstances and findings the past few months, there is no doubt I felt the exact moment my ovulation happened today.
33% of all transmen still ovulate regularily after years of testosterone therapy! And I'm very happy to be one of them, especially since I have a misgender/pregnancy risk kink. Most just never notice any symptoms at all and assume testosterone prevents it entirely. So did I for a long time. But it's a proven misconception.
I never experienced and felt it this clearly as today 🙈 I'm so turned on by it, I masturbated the entire day. It's hot how there's an estimated 85% very realistic chance someone could knock me up right now.
I love that biologically I'm a very fertile female today. And that testosterone can't suppress my ovaries from releasing eggs regularily 🥵
Anon from a few weeks ago (with the whole 'should I hookup with him' situation after a dude I've been texting knocked up another ftm.)
So, I have decided to hookup with him after all. And just like you said, obviously it didn't go as planned. He promised me to only do the tip, and once he was rubbing against my wet pussy it felt so fucking good, I just told him "go a bit deeper".. you can imagine what happened afterwards, he fucked me balls deep - tip pressed up against my cervix - completely raw. I have never experienced anything so pleasurable than that but I was really worried of his Precum already impregnating me... I thought about telling him to pull out, but went against it. My pussy was just swallowing him up over and over again and picturing his semen flowing into me turned me so much on I just told him to breed me. Obviously he obliged and my hole was dripping his cum for days. I'm probably bred lol.
He knows it (guessing by his high virility) and just told me to abort like the ftm before me did... I'll do that but to him I'm just a piece of fuck meat hahaha. I feel sooo dumb, you were right all along - feel like the second I dropped my pants I knew I'd get pregnant
(Previously)
As a refresher from the previous post: the man in question previously knocked up a FTM who was on birth control at the time. Anon, on the other hand, is 18 and unprotected. And now, maybe, on the way to being a teen mommy.
I'm so proud of you, Anon. You did exactly what we all hoped you would do. You did exactly what you were made to do. 🖤
It felt so good, didn't it? To tell a man to push his cock into your unprotected pussy, knowing what the consequences might be. To imagine his cum filling your womb - and then feel it happen.
Getting pregnant from it would be the most natural thing in the world. You were desperate to take a man's cum; if there was an egg waiting inside you, you'll conceive from it.
You could try to deny that result - to stop his seed from growing inside you, and move on with your life. But you're just going to end up on your back again, with a man's fertile cum flowing deeper inside of you.
You know what it feels like to be bred now, and you won't be able to resist. You should find out how growing a baby feels.
i love the idea of accidental impregnation from rape. one impulsive act on my part ruins your entire life and i didn't even intend it. but it's your own fault for not being on birth control anyway
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I’m so happy I got off birth control and let my 40 year old boyfriend creampie my 25 year old pussy! I thought I was a trans guy but really i was always a woman scared to face how much she wants to be a breeding factory. I’m pregnant now, but waiting to tell him because I only just took the test! I can’t wait for my belly to swell up with our child, I’m hoping it’s twins at least. This blog helped me so much. I finally feel like I’m fulfilling my purpose
constantly daydreaming about not finding out i’m pregnant until it’s too late to abort. or alternatively finding out i’m pregnant with just enough time to spare that i can still safely terminate it, and then being held captive by the person who knocked me up until the deadline passes and i’m stuck with the pregnancy. can someone please just get me pregnant and then spend the next few months gaslighting me into ignoring my symptoms?? or maybe keep me locked in the house while i steadily grow rounder with your child and increasingly desperate to escape before i get too big? i don’t care how you do it i just need to be bred against my will, i need to be stuck growing round and full and heavy with a baby i never asked for, i need my choice taken away from me, i need to be forced to carry a baby to term no matter how much i scream and cry and beg that i don’t want it
