#cisbreaking

A cis boy getting bullied by his peers because his ass isn't fat enough for every girl to want to spank it when he walks past them. Because he doesn't own enough thongs, thigh-highs and skimpy skirts for it to take up 90% of his warderobe. Because he doesn't wear a chastity cage, and because he only has C-cups, while all the other boys have fat fucking F-cups that won't. stop. jiggling.

A cis girl getting bullied by her peers because she doesn't have enough body hair. Because her clit isn't fat enough for the boys to consider it "suckable". Because her packer isn't big enough to leave a massive bulge in her jeans. Because she doesn't go to the gym ever day, and prefers not to speak in a gruff voice. Because she isn't a total perv who masturbates several times a day to rape fantasies about every boy she knows.

Bracket an even amount of straight girl doms (cis or trans, doesn't matter) into two-player matchups. Each round, both girls have to fuck each other until either a) one of them admits to being a lesbian, or b) one of them admits to being a boy.

The more sexually inclined are within their natural rights to just breed them. But they can serve as playthings for the rest of us too~! Their bodies, their minds... Of course, their sense of self~!

"He" starts getting more and more horny every day and is masterbaiting way more. At first, "he" jerks off like normal, but as she gets more and more feminized she secretly gives in enough to buy a sex toy, a small dildo or butt plug, secretly using it and being so embarrassed by it, until eventually she's riding big ones like the sex obsessed girl she is.

She even gets horny in public now, walking around with an 8 inch dildo and vibrators on her nipples with a completely straight face taking it like the whore she is, it's either that or get fucked by every cock she can get her hands (or holes) on

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The poor boy girl! She doesn't want any of this—it's just, the progesterone holds her in a vice, and if she doesn't take care of her libido, she turns into a drooling, stupid mess. Trust me, she's tried, and she ended up begging her roommate to plow her ass. 

She still maintains the idea that she's cis and straight, even when her fat ass is bouncing on a dildo massive enough to rearrange her organs; even when she's out in public with the sluttiest, girliest clothes imaginable, and plugs, dildos and vibrators stuffed into her every hole; even when she has all her old male friends take turns spit-roasting her and coating her in boy cum. 

She's still cis and straight. 

She's still cis and straight. 

Maybe he'd start noticing his butt getting bigger, his chest beginning to swell or his face growing more feminine, but I'd just gaslight him into thinking nothing's different:

"What, your ass has always been that big! You're saying you noticed that just now? Are you feeling okay? Maybe you've got low blood sugar? Want me to cook something for you?"

Then, one day, I'd stop messing with his food, and once he'd start getting withdrawals, I'd reveal to him what I've done all this time. He'd be angry at me, sure, but he'd also be so far gone that he'd be reliant on me to get his fix. As the emphatic girl I am, I'd give it to him, but he'd have to do some stuff for me in return.

I'd start dressing him up in pretty skirts and tight booty shorts—I mean, with a butt that bubbly, it'd be a crime to not show it off, right? I'd have him wear slutty little tank tops and a she/her pronoun badge, and I'd do his makeup for him each morning.

It wouldn't be long until he'd look so much like a girl that he'd start getting misgendered in public. The look on his face when he'd get referred to as "ma'am" or "miss" or have guys catcalling him on the street would be priceless. He'd hate it, but he can't stop pumping himself full of hormones, so he'd have no other choice than to simply grit his teeth and get over it as his tits keep growing bigger and his thighs swells into cushions.

I'd make him get implants and bottom surgery, until he'd be virtually indistinguishable from a cis girl—after all, as his enabler, his gender identity and presentation would be wholly up for me to decide—but obviously, nothing would change the fact that he'd still very much be a cis boy at heart. 

Nobody would know except for him and I, and to me, he'd always be my good little girl.