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There's a real purity to it. I can show her off to a dozen strangers, and the only things that they'll know about her is that she's starting to change, and that it was my decision. The first time she's seen as a pregnant woman - when people let their eyes linger on her belly, and understand - they don't see her as a happy little mother-to-be: they see her as my bred bitch.

I won't let anyone else fuck her; I'm too possessive for that. But I'll let them run their hands over her bare belly, and tell them how far along she is. When I fuck her, afterwards - on her hands and knees, in front of all of them - I want them to be thinking about how much more she has to grow.

I met up with a man I met online almost three years ago now. We had a brief and risky breeding encounter but nothing that lasted very long when I found out he was married with a wife. I respectfully told him that wasn’t a situation I wanted to be involved in and wished him the best. Fortunately he was understanding. I never expected to see him again.

I met him on Grindr a few weeks ago, he remembered my name and told me he has since gotten divorced which is the reason i responded back. We chatted for a bit until he told me he was looking for a wife- and the future mother of his child. I was a bit shocked, I laughed at his messages until he told me he was serious. And he wanted to make me his wife.

He said he hadn’t stopped thinking about me since we had met those years ago and went into great detail about his longing to impregnate me. Needless to say I was a bit hooked on his behaviour.

He gave complete disregard to my transition, said if I was going to get pregnant I was going to be a mommy, a women- his women to be exact. That made me squirm. It made my cunt wetter than I’ve ever anticipated. It also made me terribly scared. I started feeling a lot of new (and buried) emotions that I hadn’t felt in a long time that resulted in a few cancelled breeding sessions until I finally had him over.

It was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. This very handsome man came into my room and held my body, cupped the back of my hair and gently kissed me. Slowly groping his way down to my clit. He slowly rubbed his thumb over it, my knees buckled and I started moaning softly into his shoulder. He smelled so good. He wasted very little time before he had me strip and on my back. I stroked him until he was semi hard but he wanted to rub his cock on my pussy until he was fully errect. It certainly didn’t take long. He had two weeks of cum built up for me and from that moment I had no choice but to take it.

He had me in every position imaginable. Made me feel exactly like a woman compared to him. And I hated how much I loved it all.

About halfway through this meetup he thumbed at the facial hair I’ve maintained for a few years. He looked at me and said “if you’re my woman now you need to shave this off.” I stuttered and laughed- again thinking he was joking. I told him “I’ll shave later, not a big deal.” He said “No. I think you should shave now. Right now.” And spanked my ass towards the bathroom. I could’ve said no, argued, bratted back but I didn’t. I simply walked to the bathroom and shaved the facial hair I was so proud of like it was nothing.

When I walked back into the room he smiled, got up and told me how genuinely beautiful I was before gently fingering me and filling me up two more times.

On the third time and final time before he came he had me in maiting press, was roughly fucking me until he slowed very suddenly. Had me make eye contact with him. He said “once you’re pregnant I want to us to get married. We are making a family, I want to love you as my wife. I know you will carry my children”

Unfortunately I had never cum harder.

He filled me about 6 times total in an hour and a half. He knew how scared I was, but I did it scared. I did it regardless of how “proud” I’ve been of my transition identity… I could’ve blocked him the moment we met again but here I am. Sitting here with a full womb of potent cum, ovulating and knowing that with every passing moment I could >really< be pregnant. Haha.

Sorry. I know this is a lot. Typically I wouldn’t post this as anon but I don’t know right now. My life could vastly change in a few months. I know how permanent so many of these choices are and yet… maybe this is the road I’ve always wanted to walk?

~pretty in pink

Oh, this is so sweet that I hardly know where to start.

Your pride turned out to be so insubstantial, didn't it? You thought you'd built something solid over years and years, but he just waved it away, and it disappeared. He told you to shave, and you meekly obeyed. He told you you were going to be a mommy, and you spread your legs.

Even if you aren't pregnant - even if you don't become his pregnant little wife - how could you ever forget that? That one man who really wanted you was all it took. That just being told that you were going to be his woman was enough to erase all the time you spent struggling to be your own man.

It's not even as though you found the perfect man for you and then succumbed to him. Here's what you've described to me: he's good looking. He's a good fuck. He fucked you, before, behind his wife's back. And he wants to impregnate you and have you raise his kids.

It’s not entirely unsurprising, but the more masculine I get socially/physically, the wetter I get imagining being forced into a submissive, feminine position.

When I was still butch (and actively repressing the conscious knowledge that I am man, as I had for as long as I can remember), I remember the concept of even having sex with a man — losing my “gold star” — being so taboo, but shamefully rubbing myself through my boxers at the thought. At that time, I had always said it was just a kink, and that it would never actually happen. I remember deleting social media to try and get away from the dykebreaking content, but jerking off to the mere *memory* of some of your posts, first thing in the morning.

Fast forward to now… I *have* had sex with a man. Not only that, but all of the lesbian friends in my life were so disgusted by my willingness to lose my “gold star” (due to my butch history, and them lumping me in with butches rather than actually seeing me as a man) that it makes me even hornier.

Now that I’ve had sex with a man, and now that I *am* a man, that concept being “humiliating” doesn’t seem to cut it for my brain anymore. It’s so tame, in comparison, which is really funny because at the time I thought it was the craziest, sexiest, most taboo thing in the world. 

Nowadays, I get so viscerally turned on at the thought of my Christian coworker turning me into his tradwife; breeding me so I bear his children, and my breasts (which I am extremely dysphoric about) swelling up with milk, which he can nurse as I dutifully jerk him off… I have cum to the thought of me holding his hand in a church on a Sunday morning, my hair long and my clothes modest but feminine. A picturesque, traditional family. How horrified our trans/queer coworkers would be to see two seemingly cis men turn into a man and his swollen housewife.

It’s an overwhelming, assimilationist yet shameful urge to be someone’s pretty, frail girl… all smoothly shaven, clean, and soft, wearing some type of floral perfume. To be picked up, thrown onto a bed, have my lacy lingerie peeled off, and getting fucked in my pussy, (which I also fully plan on getting rid of) deeply and raw. It’s intoxicating, and also my deepest fear to end up that way. And to think that the kink started off with something as simple as the mental image of me, as a butch, having sex with a man.

It sucks, honestly. I have never been happier than I am now: my outward appearance reflects what I’ve always felt on the inside. I genuinely experience euphoria simply existing  day-to-day as a man, but in the back of my brain, there’s always that itch; How religiously gratifying it would be to assimilate to the role I was always meant to fill. How freeing it would be to accept my body’s biological, REAL purpose. Everyone I know who has detransitioned seems so happy and at peace with their bodies and societal role. Despite being happy as a decently hot, masculine guy, maybe I could be even happier as a good, pregnant woman.

I keep telling myself it’s just a kink, but then again… that’s what I told myself before, and look at how that turned out.

It's almost like a rubber band, isn't it? The more you try to pull away, the greater the tension. And you know that if you just let go, it'll snap back with unstoppable force.

When you were a "lesbian" - trying to pull away from men - you felt it. Even just the idea of fucking a man seared itself into your brain, unforgettable and inescapable. (Always happy to help.)

You understand that you only got relief from that when you stopped fighting, don't you? You stopped trying to be a lesbian, and fucked a man. You didn't break under the strain, but only because changing your identity gave you a way to gently give in.

This new identity of yours, though... You're so much more committed to it, and so the tension is so much stronger. You don't just want to be fucked; you want to be heavy with babies and heavy with milk, soft, submissive, scented, yielding, on display. You fought hard to be a man, and now you come hard to the idea of being the picture of femininity, the woman who men show off as the right kind of woman to be.

And there's no relief coming. You can't release that tension gently, like you did when you took a man inside of you. You have to strain to resist it, day after day after day - except when you come your brains out thinking about letting go.

“oh, look at you, sweetheart. if i didn’t already know you were knocked up i could figure it out just from looking at your puffy pregnant cunt.”

“soon you’ll be so big that everyone can see what i did to you, but for right now it’s just between us. so good for me, carrying our little secret.”

“you’re already glowing, look how flushed you are.”

“poor thing, are your tits already getting sensitive this early on? i can only imagine how much worse it’s going to get.”

“that’s right, baby, take the cock that knocked you up. take the cock you got yourself good and pregnant on.”

“god your pussy feels even better now that i’ve claimed your womb. it’s like your body knows it’s all mine.”

“of course i’ll finish inside you. not like you can get any more pregnant than you already are.”

buckle in because this is going to be a long one. i’ve been desperately horny and yearning to get fucked by a real cock for weeks. yesterday, a blank profile tapped me on grindr and— out of curiosity— i tapped him back. my profile is also blank for safety reasons—all i have written on my profile is my height, weight and that im a pre-op trans man. this was how he opened our conversation…

he was straight according to his profile and clearly a chaser. but, admittedly, the idea of having a “straight” buddy who treated me like one of the bros but still used my pussy like a girl had me immediately wet and worked up. (you’ve seen my blog, this was straight out of my wildest fantasies.) in a weak, lust-clouded moment, i messaged him back and we exchanged photos (he was hotter than expected, i’m not complaining).

our conversation derailed into a discussion of kinks. he admitted he was into male-dom and breeding— my boxers were subsequently further soaked. fueled by his admission, i hesitantly told him about all of the things i post about on this blog. he seemed very much interested in my fixation on misgendering but, at that moment, continued to refer to me as a guy.

next thing i knew- he was pulling up to my apartment to fuck. i let him in and we were very quickly down to business. we made out for a while until he lifted me up by my ass and threw me onto my bed— hard. my head spun as he unbuckled his pants and got out his cock. he looked down at me with an unreadable expression and full-on ordered me to get down on my knees in front of him.

i did, of course. i remember thinking that from where i was, beneath him and his cock, he looked so huge. i felt so small. i could tell this was going to be the most exhilarating hook up i’d ever engaged in. he told me to stick my tongue out and then he slapped his cock on my face and told me to suck. one thing about me is i looove sucking dick so i got to that task earnestly and enthusiastically. i love the feeling of powerlessness when im on my knees below a “real” man looking up at him through my eyelashes. it’s so demeaning in the most honey-sweet kind of way.

he mumbled “good bitch” as he came all over my face and then he told me to crawl back to to the head of the bed and lay on my back. i did so, covered in cum, chest heaving. he stripped as he stalked over to me. i’ll never forget the dark look in this dudes eyes as he approached me in my prone position. he pinned my arms above my head with his forearm and hovered over me. his unoccupied hand grabbed one of my tits (which are admittedly small, probably a or aa) which made me gasp. he laughed at me and pulled my shirt off completely. i looked up at him lustfully as he groped me some more.

his hand drifted down further, towards the waistband of my sweatpants. his thick finger traced my slit and my back arched off of the bed. he tightened his grip on my hands and started to finger fuck me. with all the built up anticipation, i was feeling good. my eyes rolled back in my head and i started to whimper. he laughed at my pleasure and the obscene sound of his fingers battling with the wetness and said “yknow, i’ve never met a man with a pussy before.” my eyes flew open.

i’ve never once engaged in my misgendering kink in a setting with another person, let alone some random hookup. it’s always been something that, even in relationships, i’ve hidden. i feel a lot of shame around this kink. however, hearing an actual man say words i’ve read a million times on kink blogs like mine unleashed something in me. i moaned. he zeroed in on that with something i can only describe as a sharks smile.

“tits, pussy… if i look past all that hair it’s not all that hard to see a woman. especially when i do this.”

he removed his fingers and released my hands. he grabbed my legs, pulled off my sweatpants, and folded me in half with my legs together and plump, freshly shaved pussy exposed. he grabbed a pillow and covered my face. i will admit in hindsight that that part scared me a tad but i was truly blinded by lust in the moment.

“there we go, now you look exactly like every other girl i’ve put in her place. doesn’t it feel good?”

my moan was muffled but i was well and truly soaking at this point. he threw the pillow across the room and spread my legs wide, though he kept me folded and prone. “look” he ordered “what do you see between your legs?”

“a pussy…” i had whispered, eyes black with lust.

he hummed, pulling out his cock once again and laying it over my slit. “now, what do you see between my legs?”

“a cock”

he slid his cock through my wetness, teasing me. he slapped my t-dick with his cock a few times before resting the tip at my entrance. “and what do men like me do with their cocks when a pussy is presented to them like this?”

“they… fuck them?” i had responded, my heart pounding in my chest and ears.

“good girl.” he smiled as he penetrated me to the hilt. i literally screamed, i was aroused enough that i felt pleasure but the sudden fullness came with a sting. i closed my eyes as he started to pump into me hard. i missed getting fucked a lot and this was elevated x10 with the added pleasure of submission and humiliation. it was in these first few minutes— the room filled with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, grunts, and high pitched moans— that i fully grasped what was happening. the hook up came to be so fast and spontaneously. now, here i was, moaning underneath the heavy weight of a cis, straight man who saw me as and was fucking me raw like a girl. it was a feeling like no other.

he found his rhythm and my moans became more uncontrollable. i opened my eyes at some point and met his sharp gaze as he pounded me. “feel good, baby?” he asked me. i nodded blearily, looking down at our bodies pressed together, watching my tits bounce with each of his thrusts and the addictive sight of his manhood disappearing into my cunt. i tightened instinctively in arousal and he grunted. he growled something along the lines of being careful with that or else he was “going to put a baby in me” and the heat within me just grew hotter.

at this point he switched positions, dragging me to the edge of the bed and standing up between my legs so he could have better leverage. in this position, his torso tapped my t-dick with every thrust of his hips and i effectively lost my mind with pleasure. i screamed a conglomeration of the words “yes” “please” “oh my god” and “fuck me” while scratching lines down his back. safe to say it felt so good. he chuckled in my ear as i gasped and shivered underneath him.

it was then that i felt a massive orgasm approaching- its warmth built in my stomach and my staccato of moans began to elevate in pitch as i climbed towards the climax. i likely sounded indistinguishable from the other girls this guy had fucked. moments before i orgasmed. he stopped moving completely.

“what the fuck” i remember saying, protest cut off by his hands pinning me down again- one arm keeping my arms in place above my head and the other pressing down slightly on my neck. i looked up at him with wide eyes- pussy throbbing from built up arousal and lack of release.

“do you want to cum?” i nodded, tears growing in my eyes. “then i’m gonna need you to repeat after me sweetheart. i’m a good girl. i’m lesser than a man. i’m meant to be bred. say that and i’ll fill you up and let you finish.”

i moaned, my eyes rolled back into my head as he pressed down on my neck harder. “i-im a good…girl. i’m lesser than a man. i’m, i’m meant to be bred-“

he moaned hearing me say those words and released his hands, moving them back down to my hips where he resumed his pounding with a newfound vigor. it didn’t take long for my orgasm to build again, especially as he grunted obscenities in my ear- calling me a bitch, sliding in the use of she/her, and other sweet nothings about male dominance and female submission. as i reached the peak, stronger this time because of his edging, i wrapped my arms around his shoulders and let go. it was one of the best orgasms i’ve ever had in my life. my whole body shook and i couldn’t control the sounds coming out of my mouth. he fucked me through it, prolonging the pleasure. eventually he reached his climax as well “i’m gonna fill you up with my cum i’m gonna breed you-“ he hiked me back up onto the bed and pressed me into a mating press as he came, deep, deep inside me.

after we both came down from the high of cumming he rolled off the bed. leaving me laying there, skin flushed red, cum on my face and leaking out of my twitching pussy. he grabbed both my tits one last time and trailed his fingers down to my pussy again. he have me one last “good girl” before getting dressed and leaving my apartment without another word.

If she’s being bratty, try some of these ideas to make her apologise:

💖 make her jump up and down on the spot naked, shaking her tits until the intense dysphoria makes her apologise.

💖 tie her up with a vibrator pressed on her clit and force her to read all of the messages your friends have sent you where they’ve ‘misgendered’ her. Watch her dilemma as she orgasms whilst reading the ‘misgendering’ and the humiliate her for it.

💖 tie her panties up in an intense wedgie shape and make her walk around in circles until she gets so uncomfortable she apologises.

💖 tie her up and slap a dildo against her clit whilst you tell her how much bigger and manly it is until the pain or the dysphoria make her say sorry.

- Force her to grope her own tits while repeating a dysphoria inducing phrase (some examples are “Only bad girls [insert reason for being punished]” or “Good Girls don’t [reason for being punished]”) If she won’t cooperate then you can always do the groping and talking. Still very effective

- Make her give a titjob to a dildo until you’re satisfied. You of course can have her do it to your own cock, but some of the humiliation comes from the pointlessness of the task. Bonus points if the only lube she gets are spit, tears, or her dripping cunt

- If you have a fleshlight or any kind of toy for penetration that has a flared top and can be safely inserted into the ass then stretch her out or not and put it in her. Tell her how she has two cunts now— even more than a woman. She’s just a cunt toy so make sure to remind her whenever you can. You can fuck her or make her do tasks

- Put her in a silicone breastplate or give her breast forms. Then bend her over and fuck her in front of a mirror. This works best on girls that are flat or have had surgery, but any type of cleavage enhancer will do. If you have a realistic wig in her hair color then adding that isn’t a bad idea either. If you don’t have a mirror to do that with then have her repeat phrases or write lines while being fucked. “My pretty pussy is made for cock” “Real men aren’t women” “Real men don’t like this” “[Girl Name] is a stupid whore”

- Do her makeup while she is tied up with a vibrator on high. If she usually likes makeup then just do it in a way she doesn’t usually like or do it. Bonus points if you make her go out in it

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Omg this is so good... my nipples would be poking out of the holes so perfectly, but every time my tits bounce the little ropes would brush over my nipples and drive me crazy

by the end i'd be crying from the humiliation, a bunch of people standing around and watching me jump up and down as my exposed tits bounce and wobble around on my chest <3 it'd be so easy for anyone to walk over and play with them, too...