BoyGirl Thing

A pretty, empty-headed girl whose only thoughts are “tits big… milk… cock… moo.” Her brain completely fried from too much porn and edging, now reduced to a giggly, pink-wearing, big-titted dairy cow. Her massive fake tits are so swollen and heavy they constantly leak milk, her sensitive nipples dripping everywhere she goes. She moos softly when you squeeze them, her eyes rolling back as thick streams of milk spray out.

She’s not smart anymore. She doesn’t need to be. She just needs to stay brainless, breedable, and milky. She crawls around in tiny skirts with no panties, a cute cowbell collar around her neck, big hoop earrings swinging as she moves. Her only goals in life are getting her udders milked, her holes fucked, and her womb filled.

She moos when she cums. She begs to be bred while her leaky tits swing and bounce. She loves being called a stupid bimbo cow, a brainless milk slut, a walking set of udders and holes.

Imagine her on all fours, makeup perfect, fake lashes fluttering, drooling and mooing while you milk her swollen tits and pound her dripping cunt at the same time.

We have a nursery and everything, in fact I’m writing this in the rocking chair near my future babies crib.

My breasts have grown from around a B to just under a D cup and they are constantly aching, and so are my ever widening hips.

My ultrasound appointments have gone great, and I’m having a boy. Isn’t it so ironic that I’m growing a boy inside me despite wanting to be a boy around 5ish months ago? My boyfriend certainly thinks so, actually should probably refer to him as my fiancé, we set the date to get married around 5 months after my son comes.

I wore a sundress that showed off my bump to the baby shower, I feel like I’ve completely given up my dreams of becoming a man, I feel like if more trans guys would get pregnant they would finally see the reality of how they should be giving actual men the chance to turn them into what they’re supposed to be doing.

Anyway, thanks for all you’ve done, I’m so excited for my son and my future. This will probably be the last update, I’m so much more tired nowadays, and km going to need to put my family first.

Thank you again!

-Julia

What kind of pervert would I be if I could forget you, Julia? Much less after just a few months, while you're still getting heavier with your baby every day.

What a sweet update. He slipped the condom off while fucking a "boy", and earned himself a girl who'll first become his baby mama, and then his housewife.

I love it when an "FTM"'s first baby is a boy, too. Your hips are widening to support the weight of the boy growing inside you. Your breasts are growing heavier so that you can feed him and help him grow up big and strong. Your body was always ready to make a boy - but it would never have made you one. It's making you a good mommy for him, instead.

And you know what always amazes me? Just how little fight "boys" like you put up, when it finally happens to them.

The first time you messaged me, you told me "I feel the baby kick every so often and it makes me so dysphoric."

The second time, you said "I’m scared for what this baby will do to my body, I’ll never be perceived as a guy again."

And now it's the third time, and you're saying "I feel like I’ve completely given up my dreams of becoming a man" and "I’m so excited for my son and my future." And urging other girls to follow in your footsteps.

I think a part that doesn't get enough consideration is the thing that initiated the arousal to begin with. Have you ever imagined yourself with a pregnant figure? Did the idea of being inside someone during their ovulation start to get you hard?

What was the mere suggestion that stated making you wet? What was the concept that made your mind and body flush? Was it in passing? Did you forget in the moment?

That's the most authentic and vulnerable part. The brief contemplation that you could become pregnant or make someone is real enough to set you on the path to cum. Like the start of a storm.

Sit with it and acknowledge the truth that impregnation is the thing that gets you going. Recognize that making a baby is the start of your desires. It's not false. That's you. Your arousal begins with it.