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Which is why he took the toy out from between her legs.

Mouth held open by the gag, the noises she made then weren't anything like words, but he could guess what they were about. The frustration showed on every inch of her. Shining sweat, flushed face, heaving breaths. It was too much.

That was the point.

"There there," he said, pinching one of her nipples and causing her back to arch, chest pushing up into his hand. "You're doing very well, but really you're going to give in sooner or later."

He pinched harder. Her gurgle rose in pitch.

"I know explained this at the start, but I'll explain it again. Repetition is part of it, Bunni. The idea is to try and start you again, start over. A clean slate. You were a nice girl, yes, but I want you to be my girl. Totally. With nothing else."

Her head shook weakly. The blindfold stayed on, as did the gag. Blind and dumb, but not deaf. She had no choice but to listen. Listen and shiver as he trailed a finger up her leg, up her side, across her belly...

"Now, if I'd told you any of that a week ago you probably would have laughed. Ridiculous, right? Now though? Now you're not so sure. Now you're a little worried. And it only took, what? An hour to get you like this? Or was it two? Or a day, maybe? Oh, you don't know, do you..."

He leaned in close, put his mouth by her ear.

"You're going to forget your name, you know. The name you think is yours now. I'm going to take it away from you. Maybe you'll hear it one day from someone, someone talking about someone else, and you'll have a moment where it sounds familiar, but then it'll pass. Just some girl you must have known once. But not you. Not my Bunni."

The gag made her whimpering sound dumb and needy. He gave her hair a stroke, tidied some of it up a little.

"It's okay. It's not your choice. It's going to happen, and you won't even remember anyway. Good girl. I think you're ready to keep going now."

Buzzing low, the toy was pressed back against her slit and the groan she let out was completely mindless for a good few seconds until she struggled to get back a little control.

One man, the most recent, was old enough to be my dad - older, in fact, than my actual dad. He had kids older than me. He picked me up in a break between uni classes, filled me up again and again, grinding the fat head of his breeder cock against my cervix. I came on his cock so many times while he used his cum as lube to fuck another load into me.

At one point, I came at the same time he did. I felt like I could actually feel my cervix sucking up the cum that my walls were milking out of him.

Another time, he had me on my hands and knees, his cock stuffed into me, my tits swinging below me. He stopped pounding into me long enough to grope and tease my nipples until I came just from that, grunted that I was like the ultimate fleshlight as my body clenched around him, and went back to fucking me as I collapsed.

At one point, he growled in my ear that I was such a good girl for taking daddy's cock like that. I hadn't told him I have a misgendering kink. That almost made me cum then and there.

He told me I'm the best, and youngest, pussy he's ever had.

He dropped me back off at uni and I swear I could feel the weight of my womb, uncountable loads of his cum physically stretching it out. A guaranteed pregnancy, if it happens that I'm ovulating. I wouldn't know. I have no way to know.

Only four new men, in the ten days since you sent me that first anon? You're slowing down! It was a new one every twelve hours, when you started.

Not that it makes much of a difference, in practice. It takes one man, and one load of cum, to make you a mommy. I just think it would be funny if you literally couldn't remember all the men who might have gotten you pregnant.

That last man, though, might be the perfect one. "He has kids older than me" is another way to put "he fertilized a girl before I was even born" - and now he might have done it again.

You're born with all your eggs, you know. They're formed while you're still in utero. I wonder if his sperm just found an egg that formed inside you while one of his first children was growing in their mother's womb.

Look at this poor cunt, she only knows she's a girl when she's blackout drunk </3. She drinks and drinks until she becomes a good little rapewhore. She even read out my rape threat while masturbating.

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.

“i don’t know if i’d ever try anal” ✅

“piss is a hard limit for me” ✅

All those hours you spent, helplessly aroused at the thought of losing your will.

All those nights you stayed up late, whispering mantras, staring at spirals, sinking into file after file… brainwashing yourself to be submissive.

Every session, every trigger, every indulgence twisted your thoughts a little more… until you became exactly what you craved.

The perfect, mindless toy.

At least part of you. The part you release in private. The you that emerges only when you’re with someone you trust enough to see it.

You used to think for yourself, used to choose, used to have a free will of your own.

But not anymore.

I feel myself getting more and more dumb and losing braincells when I do this and conditioning myself to love transphobia and crave it, to find it erotic.