True North

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I'm a 32 year old cis male dom, and this is a kink blog about orientation play - AFAB trans people being misgendered and/or detransitioned, and lesbians being "converted" or "fucked straight". It'll also have a lot of rape, breeding, and pregnancy. See here on my other blog (@fulfillpurpose, for everything that isn't orientation play) for more.

This is all fantasy, and not at all reflective of my real beliefs - I made this blog because of, and mostly for, the many trans people and lesbians who vocally enjoy this kind of content. (If you're wondering why I'm into detrans stuff myself, see here.) That said, these kinks are very unpleasant for a lot of people; if that's you, I encourage you to block me. Also remember that if kink play starts feeling more painful than fun, you can always step back or stop entirely. And finally, if this kink is a form of self-harm for you, I'd prefer you not interact.

I do my best to respect DNIs and other preferences; let me know if I step on your toes. Feel free to send me asks or DM me (more about that here), either in or out of character. I use stoplight safewords by default.

i actually probably got pregnant the first time i spread my legs for a real man, he took my virginity slowly and came deep inside of me, like every real man can. he sucked on my breasts (unfortunately i had them removed before he could enjoy them in their natural state) and if i could say anything to every girl who still maintains their natural breasts i would say to keep them, and let your future husband and children enjoy them in every way that is natural for your womanly body. i would also recommend going off T as soon as possible! you'll find a man much easier and he'll impregnate you faster as well.

i write this while holding my womb and my future child, if you do anything right, do this. get pregnant as soon as physically possible, let any man willing cum inside of you take you. and to the virgins, its not too late to get pregnant on your first try.

Oh, I was hoping we'd hear from you publicly, sweetheart. You're one of our greatest success stories, after all.

You know, the very first time I heard from this girl was when she sent me a picture of herself pushing a dildo into her pussy - taken from a low angle on her chest, so that most of the picture was her cute little belly. She was a virgin, at the time: it was two months before a baby started growing inside of it.

It's beautiful to read this ask and look back at what she told me then:

She didn't have to imagine getting pregnant. When she took a man inside her, she just did. The most natural thing in the world.

And now... does it sound like she regrets it? What she regrets is getting rid of her breasts before she found a man to correct her - imagining that she knew who she was, before she became a mommy-to-be.

And yet, a few months later, here I am, giving milk for you, sir!

I had become quite insecure about my breasts, self-conscious about them bouncing as I walked down the street and them being stared at… then, with your encouragement, I ended up getting myself breast pumps. I’ve been using them every day for quite some time now, and training my breasts for their intended use has shifted my perspective completely.

There is something so special, so intimate in feeling the pumps attach to my nipples and suck them in; it allows me to easily envision myself pregnant, in your grasp, docile, wet and panting as your mouth tortures them instead of the machine. Exactly where I was always meant to be. Full of milk, full of your babies, full of your cock.

It feels fucking amazing.

I had never even thought I’d be lactating, at any moment of my life; I had gotten to the point of wanting to hide my chest. And now I just can’t stop playing with it. Pinching my sore nipples, gazing at their stiffness through my shirts, letting my thoughts go back to your phantom lips, to their sucking motion. Having your words constantly dripping down inside my brain, filling it up as you would my body.

So natural, so right. Lots of sentences to just say that, if someone reading this is on the edge of giving in… do it. Get yourself breast pumps, allow yourself the sickly sweet pleasure of doing (part of) what you were really born to do. And maybe, in a few more months, you’ll feel as grateful as I am now, to have let a man show you the truest purpose of your body. <3

-your little 🌖

This is my Valentine's Day anon, a "nonbinary lesbian" who's been quite the good girl for me in the five months since then.

I didn't even have to encourage her to write this one, though. She just wanted to share how much she's come to love her breast pumps, and her breasts. Would you believe that before she started talking to me, she'd actually bought a binder, and was trying to work up the courage to wear it outside?

And now, instead, she's giving milk. Just a little, for now; milk supply isn't on-or-off. But she's working towards giving more for me. Because I want her to, and because she loves knowing that I made her do something she didn't even know her body could do, and because she comes so hard while the pumps work to pull milk from her.

Even if you don't have a man to guide you - a man who can help you learn to produce those first few drops, while you dream of being full of milk for his children - you can still do it, you know. You, "childfree lesbian" or "pre-top trans man". It feels good. Even if you never make a drop, you can still learn how perfect being milked feels.

Without fail, every time a woman is talking about how she does not want to have children and never wants to be pregnant and how medical professionals, romantic interests and family members keep trying to bulldoze her decision and keep expecting her to change her mind because motherhood is something that is expected of all women and it is abhorrent to think a woman could not desire it, a random mother spawns in the comments to be like “Well, actually, you never know! I didn’t want children and then I got pregnant and I realized I love being a mama and I have five little babies now! Could happen to you! 🥰” Sister, keep that to yourself or make your own goddamn post, you are ignoring that woman’s central concern and belittling her, you don’t even think you’re doing it. Formerly childfree women who ended up having children and loving it are like detransitioners in the sense that there is nothing inherently wrong with changing your mind about having children or realizing you were mistaken about your gender identity but immediately weaponizing your indecision to tell people that the barriers to healthcare and the violations of their bodily autonomy and the way society ignores that person’s wishes is actually okay because you were wrong. Some people do know themselves.

Now, on the one hand, I basically agree with the conclusion of this post. My approach to most things - especially around gender and sexuality - is fundamentally liberal: people should get to make their own choices, as long as they're not doing harm to others. Sometimes people will make the wrong choice for their own happiness, but that's an inevitable consequence of freedom, and the risk of that pales in comparison to the risk of harm from someone else getting to decide for them. If you think someone is uninformed, you can offer them information, but people deserve autonomy even if you think they're making a bad choice.

But the premise here is "other people's experiences of changing their minds aren't relevant to me, because I'm correct." And if you think about it even a little, that's not workable as a principle: how exactly do you tell, in advance, who really knows what they want? Do you think that none of the people who changed their minds ever had the strength of conviction that you do?

My read is that the OP does think that. It's easy to, because you rarely get a personal view of someone from both sides of that change, and if you only see the "after", there's nothing stopping you from telling yourself that there must have been signs beforehand. It's more comfortable to, because then you don't have to worry about your own self-knowledge.

Which brings me to this kink, naturally, given the two groups that OP brings up. One of the things I find hottest in both orientation play and breeding kink - and this comes up constantly - is the number of people who were completely convinced that they knew themselves, and were wrong. Now, it would take one hell of a longitudinal study to prove that there were no detectable differences between those people and the people who were correct (or maybe just didn't face similar circumstances...), but "whether they claimed to be certain" sure wasn't the differentiating factor.

About 5 months ago, I lost my gold star to my current boyfriend. I told people that I must be bisexual with a preference for women and he just happened to be the right one. It’s a stupid excuse. Since the moment he began to kiss me, held me, even picked me up… Something broke in my mind. The size difference and the sheer amount of strength he holds compared to me got me ridiculously wet.

Since we first did it, I feel slightly repulsed and irritated at the idea of having sex with a woman ever again. I can’t even picture dating one ever again, even if my boyfriend and I don’t work out. There’s just something so primal, so right about being pinned down and having my pussy pounded raw. It’s fucking with my mind that I, who always had lesbian rumours, always had everyone "clocking" me as gay and insisting I’d never be with a man, am literally just a fucking straight girl.

I’m even worse than a straight girl. I love giving head, my sex drive rivals my boyfriends and I cum *way* harder when he chokes me.

Oh, you'd better have told your man all of this. That the idea of having sex with a woman turns you off now, since he claimed your gold star. That something broke in your mind when he took you, and now you have to come up with flimsy justifications for your new attitude because you can't tell your friends "being fucked by him just felt so right."

Sure, it's not just him - you've already acknowledged to yourself that you're not "a lesbian with an exception", you're just straight. But he was the one who showed you. He deserves to know exactly how you changed, after he pushed his cock into you. How you had to rewrite your whole conception of yourself after how he made you feel.

Unfortunately it didn’t work out with the guy who first broke me. He conveniently decided he was gonna focus on himself days before we were set to go on a second date. He also told me that how horny I was for him after that night scared him. Weaker than I thought. Honestly it pissed be off and really brought out the angry butch in me again.

So I went extra hard with it, doubled down on going to the gym, got a haircut to feel extra butch, and started trying to flirt with girls again. But I just couldn’t make myself get invested in them, not even enough to get them to bed!

I gave in. Returned to dating apps and set up a meet with a cute guy. Just drinks I told myself. We don’t have to do anything. Part of me hoped it would suck so I could be convinced to stop seeking men.

We talked for a couple hours over drinks, went and got some cheap food together. I got more and more tempted, couldn’t stop looking at his gorgeous lips…

Turns out his apartment was literally across the street from the bar we were in. I went back with him. Didn’t take a whole shower this time, just went in the bathroom to freshen up. He stuck a YouTube video on as background noise.

He started kissing me, shoved his hands up my shirt to play with my tits. I couldn’t stop making such cute little moans as he teased my nipples. I let him suck them for a while.

He got me to huff his balls until I felt drunk off his manly musk. While he jerked off in my face.

I’d told him I enjoyed showing off, so he had me kneel down at the end of the bed and shake cake for him. He jerked off watching me, then started slapping his cock on my ass. He said “yeah? You like shaking that dyke ass for cock?” And kissed my neck. I moaned back that yes, I did.

He flipped me over and fucked me in mating press. His dick wasn’t as long as the last guy but it was so much thicker it felt amazing. He kept telling me how cute I looked, how I was made for this.

He said “you worship cock, don’t you little dyke?” And I moaned back that yes, I worship cock.

He didn’t cum in me. Said he’d save that for the next time to keep me coming back.

We cuddled and napped together afterwards. It was so nice. Felt so warm and safe.

I couldn’t stay the night, he was hosting friends to watch the game. We got dressed and he walked me down to the gate of the building. When we got down there he told me the next train was in ten minutes and slapped my ass hard.

There were people outside the building smoking, and if they didn’t see, they definitely heard.

So I left, went back home feeling so good and satisfied but wanting more.

He text me later that he’d love to do it again, but reaffirmed that he doesn’t want a relationship (he’d been honest with that from the start). That he only wants to be friends with benefits. He encouraged me to find other men to be with between our sessions.

I’ve already got a few more I’m talking to pretty well. I’ll be back with future updates.

(Previously)

Really, this is even better. You got dumped by the man who took your gold star (and "you wanted me too much" really is one of the more ridiculous reasons I've ever heard), and tried to give men up again in response - tried, and failed.

The new haircut is a cute touch, I think. Just enough to make it very apparent to those men what they're conquering. Just enough that it's impossible for them to forget that it's a dyke who's worshiping their cocks and getting drunk on the smell of their balls.

I really don't get the point of people sending asks like this. They don't see the light of day unless I choose to publish them, so it's not like they'll induce people to stop following me on account of how "suspicious" I am. If I were running this blog because I was consciously transphobic and misogynist, presumably I wouldn't be dissuaded by someone saying I was. I guess the premise is that I'm unconsciously transphobic and misogynist, and I'd never considered that possibility until just now, and I'm supposed to search my soul and discover that they're right?

I feel like I walked into the middle of a harem, and now I'm surrounded by girls eagerly spreading their legs for me just because I have a cock. I'm in heaven.

I made a very similar observation just about a year ago, and it's reinforced constantly. I even feel a bit bad, sometimes, about how many girls I don't have time to reply to when they're begging me to show them their place and knock them up.

It's a miracle, isn't it? All these girls thinking they can be boys, and they just end up being God's gift to straight men. How else would you ever find so many girls who are this slutty, submissive, and needy, all the time? Where else can you find so many girls who are desperate to follow orders well enough to earn a picture of your cock?

He fucked me in missionary, and when his thrusts grew faster and his moans louder I knew he was going to cum inside. Lying on my back, naked, my legs open with him in between them. Feeling the hot spurts of his cum hit my cervix and coat my walls felt incredible. It was a large, thick creampie.

When I got home, I skipped the pill. Unfortunately the pregnancy test came back negative. But by then the damage was done. My first creampie had been good, but it didn't impregnate me. That was my regret. I had wasted his seed. So I began to take more loads from different men. It's not hard to find men who want to cum inside a completely unprotected pussy. After all, that's what men are meant to do to women. What I identify as doesnt matter to them, what matters is whether I'm fertile. Cowgirl, doggy, missionary, mating press, spread eagle, tied up. Each load has come back negative, and with each passing week my biological clock is screaming at me more and more to get pregnant.

I have a few more men lined up and ready to cum in me. One of them knows how much I want to be pregnant and asked me to share with him my period tracker so he can see my fertile window. I hope one of these loads takes. I want to be pregnant so badly. I want my breasts and stomach to grow. I want to wear a pretty pink dress to my baby shower where everyone sees I was wrong about being a guy and are glad I got over that phase. I want to complete my purpose as a woman. It's amazing how quickly my biological clock has overrode me claiming I'm a man

This makes quite the nice pair with my last ask: from a "FTM", far along in transition, who finally had a man use her properly and come inside her - and started worrying that if she got any more surgeries, men wouldn't want to do that to her anymore.

It's hard to believe that just getting fucked can truly change you, isn't it? It's hard to imagine that the feeling of a man filling your womb with his cum might overturn all your values and plans - that it could make you go from "trans man responsibly indulging in his fantasies" to "breeding bitch."

I don't think I would have believed it either, before I started hearing so many girls' stories. And I love that girls keep not believing it. Until it happens to them.

I'm looking forward to hearing from you again, Anon, when one of those men's sperm finally takes root. When that need - that you once thought was a fantasy - makes you miss a period for the first time.

I have been following your posts for a while now, and literally 6 weeks ago, I gave in. I have never dated men, only women, and am the dominant one sexually in those relationships. I hadn’t had a cock inside my pussy sine I was 18. (I’m 27 now).

But thanks to your blog, I downloaded Grindr, and later that day, my pussy was being railed raw in my garage like a cheap whore. The man had over a foot on me (I’m small, only 5’2), a thick 7” cock, and was married with a two kids my age. Originally I was just gonna suck him, maybe fuck with a condom to see what it was like. But then he pulled up in his truck, already hard, and convinced me to just do “some raw rubbing”, promising to put on a condom before he slipped in. I’ve read enough of your posts and stories that I should’ve known better.

Because of our height differences, I was straddling him in a spare kitchen chair in the garage, and my feet didn’t touch the ground. He slid me back and forth on his hard, cheating cock, and I was powerless to do anything when he fully slammed to the hilt in me. He told me “might as well continue” because he was clean, and then started using me like a toy. It kinda hurt tbh, but I was so far in that I didn’t stop him.

Because I have been on T so long, I figured it’d be fine if he came inside me, but I didn’t realize I’d feel him cum. It was warmer than I thought it would be, and he told me “better book that abortion appointment now” when he was finished, and then just left after snapping a photo of my pussy dripping his load.

I can’t stop thinking about it, but I’m also scared. I was cramping for 24 hours after he rearranged my guts. And now I’m worried men are gonna be turned off by me having a dick, even if my pussy is fully functional and there.

God, "better book that abortion appointment now" is a beautiful thing to say to a "boy" who just found out how it feels to take a man's cum. It's not quite my style, of course - I'd go with something like "name it after me" - but what a way to remind you that even after a decade of transition, when a man uses your pussy, you're left wondering if you're going to grow his next child.

Even if you don't get pregnant, though, it's not possible to take cock like that without it changing you, is it? You've come so far in your journey, and now - after a man lied to you, used you like a fleshlight, emptied his balls in you, and taunted you afterwards - you're wondering if you want to go any further. You're scared that you might go past the point of men wanting to use you as easy pussy.

You said I should've known better, from reading so many true stories here, when he didn't want to put a condom on - and yes, that's true. But that pales in comparison to what you should have known about what this would do to you. Submitting to cock. Being small, and full, and used. Feeling the warmth of a man's cum inside you, when he fills you up without asking.

Ive now been off T 6 years and I’ve been lucky enough to be a surrogate twice now and my partner is finding a donor for our first, and it will be via natural insemination.

It’s the best thing for dumb fake boys like me, we get too confused to understand what we need and need to be shown, regularly.

I don't know if I can even call you a fake boy, little mommy: not when you've been off T for more than half a decade, and you're about to get started on your third baby. Maybe a former fakeboy - but that's a badge of honor.

This is quite a beautiful story, even in brief. Your partner did such a sweet thing for you, by showing you that you were made to take men's cocks and grow men's babies, even though she couldn't take advantage of it herself - true queer solidarity.

And it also speaks to just how much stronger a fakeboy's pussy is than her brain, doesn't it? All she did was rub you the right amount - enough that you were panting with need, but not enough to make you come - and offer you a choice. You broke yourself, just so that you could come on those men's bare cocks. You thought you knew who you were, but when she touched your pussy the right way, those thoughts went away.

but im not. i want my tits back. i want to be a pretty woman. i want to cheat on him with a real man who can breed me straight.

i care about him so much, but he can’t fucking satisfy my needs. i need to be a slutty bitch!! doesnt help that im poly and hes not so i cant see anyone else!!

sometimes i put the ring he gave me on my clit and put my vibrator on too, its like im marrying myself to sex and femininity.

i need to be a woman again. i am fucking desperate

Oh, it is always so cute to see asks like this. "I got everything I thought I wanted, and then I realized what I needed was to be a bred bitch."

They're not rare, either. Not at all. Something I think every "it's just a kink" girl trying to schedule her first doctors' appointments should keep in mind.

Anon: you "should" be happy, huh? But something deep inside you - just above and below your hips, say - always reminds you that you can't be. Not while you're pretending like this, trying to be something you're not. Not while you're denying the very essence of your body, and telling yourself you're satisfied.

Wouldn't it be ecstasy, to feel a real man's cock pushing you open, at last? Knowing that you wouldn't be empty again until his seed was soaking your cervix and his sperm were swimming deep into your womb?

Recently my sleep schedule has gotten so bad that I’ve been taking it at the wrong time everyday. Now I just have an extra wet pussy that can still get pregnant.

I don’t want to get pregnant but that just means if it does happen it’ll be by force and when I think about that, I don’t notice how wet I am until I’m soaked to my thighs. It’s humiliating. It’s like whether I like it or not my body is always ready for any man who might want to breed me and it’s all my fault because I keep sleeping through the time I have to take my BC.

I don’t want to get pregnant but that just means if it does happen it’ll be by force

Oh, smart girl. You're going to make bright little babies for the man who forces his cum into you. 🖤

Most girls don't realize that, you know. That you can't change whether it happens, only whether you want it. That your body is made to let a man inside you, and conceive for him, and you just get to decide whether it's rape babies that you bear.

You get reminded of it all the time, though, don't you? By the fact that your little irregularity leaves you both wet and unprotected, of course - but also the fact that your "protection" is so fragile. If a man really wanted you pregnant, all he would have to do is take you home with him, and all those efforts to keep a consistent schedule with your pills would be useless within days.

Do you girls really not understand how babies are made? Specifically, how they're made by men who have very convenient reasons they don't have to wear condoms or pull out?

I love this, though. Knocked up by a man who openly told you that he was straight and you were just easy pussy, and now there's no looking back. You didn't have the baby, but you found out just how easy it would be to have one, and how much your fertile body rewards you for getting fucked bare, and taking that chance.

A man wouldn't even have to lie to you anymore, would he? He could just tell you that he was going to knock you up, and you'd spread your legs.