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You can't fool me!

Lol, okay, loser. You lost, baby? 🥺

Anyway, onto things that matter. Every boy deserves the chance to be a busty boy, and any boys with boobs already can always have even fatter tits. Guys with bouncy fat chests that you can grab handfuls of and still not hold all of his bust. Bare or hairy chests, both still soft to squish because of all that bust he's packing. Boobs don't make you a girl! Just a busty boy! Now if you want boobs as a boy make sure your fat fucking racks as huge as it can be. Also, consider wearing tighter close or deeper t shirt necks so everyone can really appreciate how to die for your guy tits are. Since they're so rare and desperately needed in the ecosystem.

You're the best of the best when it comes to getting something illegal across lines, your record is fantastic, youre making a ton of money off of every drop, and you're on the top of your game. Unfortunately though, you're also a massive fugitive almost anywhere you go. This is the toughest job youve ever had to do, and you're anxious. Your partners come up to you with a job proposal; you're going to be smuggling some sort of illegal monster eggs across the country. It sounds easy enough, but no dice. The eggs are temperamental, they're easily cracked, need to be somewhere damn, and at almost EXACTLY human body temperature, so yeah. At first its a giant fuck no to the job, but then one of your partners flashes you the amount you'll be making off of it, and lets just say- you'll never have to work again if you do this.

It was certainly not going to be an easy job, from start to finish. They were small, and blue almost like egg shaped marbles. Your partners took turns filling you up, you on your hands and knees on a hotel bed, huffing as they continued to shove at least sixty tiny eggs into your body. They didnt feel like much at first, but whenever you shifted, you could feel the whole lot clacking around inside of you, which led to a bit of unspoken horny embarrassment.

After what seemed like forever, you were the fullest youve ever been, and to top it all off by plugging you up so none of them would spill out on the drive there. You stood up, stifling a soft moan as you insisted on making your way to the car. It was barely noticable through your thick, roomy flannel shirt but you could certainly tell what was in you. Due to the plug and dedicated carefulness, you developed a slight waddle which your parents teased you about before you told them to shut up. Carefully, you lowered yourself into the back seat of the truck, holding your belly to make sure nothing got damaged.

The ride was fine at first, as you were used to traversing long distances with your line of work, but after the first hour or so, things began to feel... different. You could've sworn you felt more full than you did as you were leaving. You softly groaned, the discomfort growing as did your abdomen over the course of the ride, you could easily pass for someone nearing the middle of their second trimester. Worried, you brought it up to your partners, and they explained how the eggs had been preserved, and that the human body was the perfect environment for the eggs to rehydrate. After threatening a bit of violence, an apology from them and a stifled moan, you were reminded of the money, which calmed things down.

It had been hours now, at least three, and the growth wasn't stopping yet. Every ten minutes, or bump hit on the road illicited another groan or rub of your belly. At this point you looked almost full term with a single human child, which was starting to concern you. Your shirt was pulled taught against your massive abdomen, straining the buttons to their limit, small diamonds of flesh in between each clasp. You, albeit worried, kept your calm, rubbing your massive middle as you shifted around your plug, the slight stimulation doing wonders for the discomfort. What your partner failed to mention was the compounds in the eggs that would produce a mild aphrodisiac, there to keep the pregnant person placated while they carried. Usually the species carried five or ten, so sixty was doing things to your mind.

Five hours in, you all reached your first checkpoint. Getting pulled over and checked was never fun, and being this huge would make an escape damn near impossible. Luckily for you, the feds took one look at your massive form and just wanted to chat about when you were due, how many you were having, names, blah blah blah. You answered their dumb questions, eager to get away, but you had to play it cool. You thought one of them noticed thar you were getting bigger by the minute, but they chose not to comment on it. You bit your lip, horny, anxious, and impatient as one of your partners reached back to rub your tight belly, giving you momentary relief. Luckily you were all let go. You bounced on your plug, trying to at least work out the frustration that had built while you were being watched, god knows you couldn't reach around to touch yourself now with how massive you were getting.

The ride continued, and so did your growth. By now you were stretched out across the back seat, grunting and moaning whenever a wave of growth hit you, you didn't care about your partners hearing you, or seeing what was becoming of you now, you had half a mind to beg one of them to come back there and fuck you until you popped. But, you settled for humping your plug and rubbing your thumb over your popped navel. Your flannel was long since ruined, only buttoned over your chest to give you more room to grow. At this point you looked like you could pop out triplets or quads if you gave a miniscule push, but the eggs weren't ready yet, and you weren't where you needed to be, and sure as hell you weren't risking losing all of that money. So you sat, huffing and straining and growing, looking at the gps time getting closer to your arrival.

Things were fine for a bit, sure you looked like you were due with quints, but you were so concerned with how horny you were, you barely noticed. After a few pitstops you were almost there, and you couldn't be more ready to pop these things out. They were easily each the size of tennis balls by now, and you could feel them individually move when you bucked your hips ever so slightly. You moaned out, rubbing your sides as the ride continued, cursing and grunting as your sheer mass and the old road moved you on your plug. You were so close now, just a few more thrusts and you'd at least be able to cum. With a few deep breaths and slow movements, you thought you were going blind, until a sudden gush interrupted your thoughts. Fuck, your water broke. You shouted out to your partners, warning them, to which they told you that they could hear it happen from there. You were done. You were pushing, NOW. Bearing down, you held the sides of your enormous middle, pushing the eggs down, down into your canal, only to remember the plug. Gasping and groaning, you alnost sobbed. You were stuck. And there was no way you were getting them out, there was no way you'd be able to reach down there with as big and heavy as you were. Your partner in the passenger seat reached back, rubbing your belly and shushing you, trying to keep you calm. You closed your eyes and bit your lip, horny and contracting as your rubbed your pregnant swell.

boyfriend who isn’t so sure when you bring up misgendering in bed

boyfriend who calls you good girl for the first time and cums harder than he ever has

boyfriend who’s suddenly really into misgendering you

boyfriend who calls you his girlfriend one day when youre in public even though it makes you uncomfortable

boyfriend who says he wants to put a baby in you.

boyfriend who looks shocked when he realizes he said it out loud

boyfriend who is even more shocked when you moan and tighten around him

boyfriend who gets absolutely obsessed after that

boyfriend who cums inside you every single chance he gets

boyfriend who throws away all your boy clothes

boyfriend who throws away all of your testosterone

boyfriend who gets turned on when you tell him this is going too far, that you’re uncomfortable, you don’t want this

boyfriend who says he knows what’s best for you

boyfriend that makes you get implants instead of top surgery, girly tits too big to ever fit in a binder again

boyfriend who’s so proud of how perky and round they are, how he can see them even through your oversized hoodies

boyfriend who always pulls your shirt up to watch them bounce

boyfriend who loves watching your tiddies swell with milk as he pumps you everyday

boyfriend that tells all your friends and family that you were just confused

boyfriend who only ever calls you pretty and sweet and girl and girlfriend

boyfriend who doesn't even recognize the boy you were anymore

But also, non-sexually, it seems like the only type of trans man and trans masculine content that takes us seriously. When I came out, all I got was

"Ohhhh look at this big strong man. Look at this little king, yes you are. Did you drink water today? Did you take a binder bweak today? Oh good job. I'm so pwoud of you. Evewyone, look at this weal boy handsome king, yes he is. I'm gonna put mother mother and cavetown for you while you say "real man" daily affirmation. You don't even need hormones to be a man."

And a lot of that is because I came out young. And none of that is wrong to say to a young trans boy. Binders are tight. Drink water. Hrt is not required. Affirmations are fine I guess? If you're into that.

But I came out seven years ago, and all trans content for me was either the above, or nothing at all for so long. It was like I was in some enby baby bubble* with a blue boy bandaid slapped over the cracks I made outgrowing it. I didn't see trans men that look over 13 because I didn't know we get pushed out of those soft, girls-and-gays spaces the moment you gain weight or hair. My doctor at the time wasn't helping, even when I did go on hormones. I thought that being a twinky, femboy** soft trans boy was the only option I had.

I only started acting more like "I am a man" instead of "I identify as a trans boy" when I started seeing forcemasc content. It was the only place that told me I deserve more. I should be treated like a man. And thats when I picked up on the mistreatment loud trans men get. I've seen people say that trans men shouldn't get to speak on trans oppression because we aren't trans women. I've seen women cut off long time friends who came out as trans men because they dont want to be friends with men. Forcemasc content is one of the few places that encourages young trans men to be young men without punishing them for it in some way.

Tldr: forcemasc spaces are one of the few spaces that don't infantalize, or demonize, trans men.

*the enby baby bubble is probably annoying for grown adult non-binary people too. I'm not non-binary though. That's yalls place to talk about it, not mine.