I Think Tgirls Should Be More Freaky. As A Treat.

iTS SOOOOO gooddddd!!! Why the fuck are more people not into it!? I need more of you freaks to get into Hyper sperm/Orgasmic impregnation combo rn!!!

Maybe you're picked up (Kidnapped) and your legs are forced open in bars or something before they just drop like a fifty gallon drum of hypersperm right onto the floor in front of your spread open hole. Hyper sperm immediately all squirming forward to try and fight their way in first to your waiting womb. Feeling the first one force itself into your cunt and then up and right into your womb. Stomach already bulging from just the single sized monster.

Maybe your kidnappers decide once the first ones inside to inject you with a hyper ovi serum. Making your ovaries go into overdrive and spit out multiple of your stored eggs. Mind blanking abruptly and your paunch stomach thrashing when that one hyper sperm immediately jumps and rushes to slam into one of your eggs. Instantly impregnating you when it's superior hyper genes forcibly claim yours in a matter of seconds. Womb and body clenching as you cum over the feeling of one of your eggs instantly being claimed and turned into a soon to be growing brat.

Paunch belly squirming as it settles into place under your skin- Belly thats being distended further when another hyper sperm forces its way into your womb. Barely able to stop shaking from the first mind breaking orgasm before you get impregnated again by another one of those breeding monsters. Egg ravaged and claimed just as savagely as the first. Belly rounding out a touch more after just the second instant impregnation.

cute FTM himbo wondering if there *is* a way. lol. gets introduced to The Farm™️. who knows how, but somehow, his already pretty hung phallo dick quickly grows into a goddamn horsecock, with swollen churning and *fertile* balls full of hypersperm to follow along. as well as the primal *need* to impregnate. trying to mount fellow breeder hubulls whenever he gets the chance.

Hell yeah, let's give it up for cock growth!!!! But hucow/hubull milk can alreadly make you super fertile as a side effect. Doesn't matter if you couldn't even have kids before. Your ovaries or balls are gonna be churning up eggs or sperm like they're working overtime. So you wanting to apply for bovine status in the farm is just shrugged off when you say you can't breed or be bred. Hyper virile bovine genes don't give a damn about those kinds of road blocks they just force your body to meet with the relentless demand programmed in that liter of milk and or cum you chugged.

Im not sure if you mean metaphorical horse cock or literally (or both) but let's assume both. Your cock throbbing while it pulses and slowly grows another size when it does so. Rounded cock head going to flared and fat. Some darkening on the now developing ring on the girth and some color speckles for looks. Balls churning- filling up with life as you get more and more fertile or virile. Going from modest golf balls to fucking loudly churning grapefruits. Only getting bigger when your new sperm turns hyper and starts squirming enough for you to physically feel it.

I loveeeeeee ball growth when it's for absurd amounts of cum/impregnation. So overproductive they expand to hold all that backed up prime, thick baby batter. Only getting bigger and noisier over the packed space and the fact their balls just keep churning up more sperm. Making them more aggressive and eager to impregnate.

Basket ball sized breeder balls sloshing and groaning with actual gallons of thick nut backed up inside. Cock throbbing in time with their balls clenching idily when they wanna super impregnate some sorry womb soooooo badly.

Girls slamming her sloshing tits down on a table, obscuring her view in front of her.

Resting plates and keyboards atop her tits.

Girls getting woken up by one of their boobs slipping off the side of their bed and dragging them to the floor.

Girls that need to sit sideways at a table to look at it.

Girls that can't see all the stuff in front of their feet and constantly trip to land directly on their tits and force whole gallons of milk out on impact.

Girl who needs her friends to roll her around to get anywhere.

Girl whose boobs leave craters and trenches anytime they make contact with the ground.

Girl whose boobs make her rich because she sells her milk

Girl whose boobs are so damn soft they're all give and no firmness

Giving a freshly out tgirl with barely a curve to her lanky, boxy form a few “special” brownies to help her chillax

By the end of the night, she’s utterly floored by both the weed and her immense gushing tits, big enough to make even a porn star look flat. Not to be outdone, her ass, thighs, and belly are all equally big and soft. And most importantly, nested between her legs is a wet, squelching hole that practically SCREAMS to be filled in tandem with her swelling ovaries and groaning womb. Her entire form is hypersensitive from the growth too lol

(PS: I’m the same person who sent the crashbox and horse dose inspired asks! Will I become a regular here? Unsure rn)

Welcome, anon! Always glad to have another filthy mind :3

I'm into forcemasc for myself but other people being forcefemmed is GREAT, I just end up not talking about it much lol

But like congrats on coming out! I know it hasn't been that long, but you seem so much happier already! I know you're still stressing out about getting E, but...hey, you never know, the solution might just fall in your lap...Oh, uh, by the way, I just baked a fresh batch of brownies, all for you! Help yourself, you deserve them after- huh? The pink stuff? Ah, y'know, uh...edible...glitter? Sprinkles, it's sprinkles. You want me to- well, I uh...just had dinner... Look, you're worrying too much, it's free brownies. Just take them and if you don't like them, don't eat them. Alright? Good.

...And you probably don't touch the brownies for a while, rightly worried something is wrong with them. But you're really hungry...maybe trying one wouldn’t hurt. If it tastes bad, you can spit it out. But it tastes incredible. This is the best brownie you've ever had in your life, and your friend just left you a TON of them...you might as well have a few more. You finish off the first one. Your nipples tingle and you bite into a second one. At the third you wonder if your pants got tighter. At the fifth you have to keep brushing your hair out of your eyes. Did your hands always look as soft as they do shoveling number seven down your throat?

At ten the high hits you like a freight train. Your fried neurons make you moan orgasmically as you lactate clean through your shirt. Your girlcock twitches and leaks but does not harden. Something in your belly feels solid and warm, between your stomach and your skin, below your navel. You press on it and shudder in ecstacy. It takes great effort to reach your hand for your eleventh brownie, but not much to slobber and moan and choke on it like a whore while your chest inflates to fill the space between your arms.

Twelve. It's harder and harder to press down though your accumulating fat and still-ballooning tits, but the rewards return tenfold. You smash your fist into that spot and moan, your girldick keeps twitching and spewing sticky clear fluid, and it feels so much more sensitive.

Thirteen. You moan and roll over on your stomach, the seams of your pants and shirt starting to complain. You don’t care. You can barely think about anything except how good it feels to rub the heel of your hand against your conspicuously flatter crotch. You cum again- and again and again and again, over and over, and your milk is starting to make puddles on the floor.

Fourteen. You obscenely stuff another brownie in your mouth once you manage to sit up. And it's much harder, suddenly. Your shirt is at its limit, barely containing two huge soft tits the size of your head resting on a belly with a lot more squish than there used to be. The brownie is warm and moist as it goes down your throat. Your stomach gurgles and you hear the seams of your pants start to rip.

Fifteen. By all means, you should be catatonically stoned right now. As far as your mental faculties are concerned, you are. But your body has no such concerns. Your ass balloons in your pants. Your 'cock' feels more like a nub but you rub it relentlessly. Your tits bounce and grow and spray their milk and tear your cheap shirt clean open. Sometimes you take a break from eating brownies to guzzle your own breastmilk. It tastes incredible, sweet and nutty and rich. Your pants finally give up, bursting as your immense ass and giant thighs collapse to the ground.

Sixteen. Some of your moans start to sound more like 'moo's. You can’t drink your breastmilk fast enough to keep it all in check, the room is several inches deep in your milk. Your hand manages to miss swiping at your crotch enough to find a new hole. You're barely cognizant, but just enough to realize that your 'girldick' is your clit, you have a pussy now, slick and sensitive and wet and warm. You slip three fingers inside yourself with ease and moan. But your high, ravenous mind wants more immediately, and you find that your fist slips inside with little resistance and INTENSE pleasure.

Seventeen. You've lost track of how many new things you have to grope and stroke and squeeze. Your nipples are bigger than your fists and spew enough milk to drown your calves. For a moment you thought you'd gotten another pair of breasts, but squeezing them you get a new sensation telling you otherwise. Your bloated ovaries spew giant ovum into your womb, baseball-sized eggs slip over each other like marbles and fill your womb. There's seemingly no end to them, you keep squeezing until you feel clumps of ovum pop through your cervix and splash into the now knee-deep sea of breastmilk that fills your living space.

Eighteen. No matter how many of these brownies you eat, you never feel less hungry. You want to stand up and find something else to fill your slutty gaping hole but your tits have outgrown the mere alphabet cup system and would rest comfortably in your lap, if you weren’t laying on your back and masturbating.

Nineteen. The second wave of the high hits you and nothing is real anymore. Nothing exists except you, you and your incredible, sexy body. You squeeze your head-sized nipples and moo and spew jets of milk in the air. You involuntary ovulate, dropping another dozen ovum in the flood of your titmilk. Every movement sends your ass wobbling, your sweaty donut asshole puckering and throbbing between them every time you cum. If you could parse sounds right now, you'd notice how much higher your voice is, and how loud your ovaries are churning. You need more. The only thought in your dumb heifer brain is that you need more.

Twenty. I extend my arm and place the brownie on your tongue, sliding it gently back until you suck on my fingers. It’s a good thing I let myself in when I did, you almost flooded the place with the sheer output of the cow tits pinning you to your couch. I run my hands over you and survey the results. I grab your belly, your thighs, your tits, your ass. I squeeze your ovaries and you involuntary moan as you push out an especially big egg that plops into the milk. And that pussy...look at that gape, the poor thing needs to be filled! Luckily, I should be able to help with this, let me get my belt...what's that? What do you want?

"mmm... hey squirt, what's up?"

you frown, burying your face in your stuffed animal, too embarrassed to admit you had another nightmare and couldn't get back to sleep. your big sis picks up on your reluctance and raises her arm, lifting the blanket and inviting you into her bed

"come on then, kiddo. it's late..."

she trails off with a yawn as you pull yourself up into her bed, snuggling close to her as she drapes the blanket over the both of you. it's warm, and her scent surrounds you, your nerves quickly soothed by the closeness to your sibling. you feel her hand fiddling with the hem of your shirt, sliding up your back to run her nails gently across your shoulders. your back arches slightly, a small squeak escaping your lips as you sister chuckles, pulling you closer as she scratches your back

you sigh at her touch, her warmth, her smell, and you bring your thumb up to your lips for comfort. your mom says you're too old to suck on your thumb, but your sister never bullied you about it. she shifts in her sleep, giving you a kiss on the top of your head as she settles back onto her pillows

"y'know sis... I'd let you nurse, if that'd make you feel better..."

you briefly stiffen at her quiet words, glancing up at her. you've only done it once before, when a particularly bad nightmare had you panicking, and the two of you never mentioned it since. your sister shifts, leaning up slightly to pull her shirt up over her boobs, letting the soft, perky mounds free. you stare at her puffy nipples, lips tingling at the thought of getting to nurse on them again

you feel a hand on the back of your head, a gentle pressure guiding your face to her exposed chest, her nipple poking your cheek before you shyly open your mouth and take it in. instantly you feel soothed, a balm on your soul as peace floods your mind. you hear your sister sigh, her hand lightly scratching the back of your head as you settle comfortably against her. already you feel yourself getting drowsy, surrounded by your sister, her warmth, her weight, her smell and her taste all curling around your heart

you're left sitting beneath her, wide-eyed, letting big sis's grunts and whimpers overtake you. your tongue slowly falls from your now-open mouth, seeking the heat of her cock. you're totally entranced as you can do nothing but watch her pretty hands tear up and down her perfect girldick, your only reaction to stimulus a little moan when sis slaps herself against your face.

you're distantly aware she's speeding up. you'd recognize big sis moaning your name if your mind wasn't totally occupied with the cock before you, but instead it blends together with her gasps of "Fuck!" and "Oh god, I'm..!"

and then your world fades to white. it's intoxicating, it's perfect, it's so thick, it's what you were made for.

the bullying at winslow would have been even more horrific. oh god she would've confided in emma before summer camp and emma would've outed her. transphobic teachers and principal and sophia OUGH.

internal shit would've been INSANE. grieving her mother's death in part because she never got to come out to annette before the car crash AAAAUHGHGHGH

even more secrecy and awkwardness with danny OUGH. ough. was she outed to him by the locker incident? or is she still closeted to him..? oughghhghghghhghg

first time taylor meets and talks to the undersiders lisa immediately recognises that she's a girl and taylor is thrown for a loop and Does not know what to think about those villains..? but then she meets armsmaster who assumes she's a guy (colin is a jerk) and she doesn't want to deal with that really

first paycheck from the undersiders she gets herself diy hormones. or maybe lisa gets it for her. perhaps in the coming months there are some changes and perhaps danny notices but probs not. oughghg.

DO YOU SEE. you don't even have to alter the direction of the story or even her character much. taylor is SO trans-coded already it's ridiculous. she already HAS the trauma and self-esteem issues (remember how many times she hates on her appearance in canon) and mistrust of systems and such. making it textual just adds spice to the secrecy of her two identities, her already fraught relationships with winslow, danny, the PRTectorate (you know their wards offer is gonna have been shitty about being a trans minor), and all her internal conflicts about everything. DO YOU SEE.

She looks beautiful, her enormous overbloated ripe pregnant belly shining against the sunlight like a small hill, her milky, sloshing tits dripping out streams of milk that pool on the floor around her, a lot of said milk coming into contact with her colossal pussy as it had expanded enough to drag on the floor enticingly whenever she attempts to move.

Finally, with properly thickened hips to handle said colossal pussy, she was ready to be the best mother to all those eggs inside, that were sometimes visible, bulging that rotund, gravid belly of hers. Though she loved how they felt, how they stretched her, and how much she had grown already from them, so she didn't want them to come out...She wanted to stay pregnant.

Thankfully, there was a rather simple solution to this issue. Just mutating her body further to the point that if she has to push out an egg, two more eggs will start forming in its place, meaning she'll be perpetually pregnant, and growing constantly too, feeling fuller, growing like a light blue icy mountain, with her gigantic breasts forming 'peaks' alongside the biggest part of her body, her ever growing, ever more motherly, massive belly.

You've never seen someone eat so much chocolate. A normal person would've gotten sick of them by now.

But she just keeps eating and eating. Stuffing herself with the tiny sweets.

She's eaten so much that her gut is bulging from her consumption. Though she really shouldn't be this bloated from just these tiny chocolate eggs... and her engorged gut sits quite a bit lower than a 'full belly' should.

She's picked up a whole bowl of the chocolate eggs. Nobody's trying to stop her. Nobody at this outdoor Easter party has made any comments about how those eggs were meant for everyone. She's just sitting there. Her expanding gut slowly spreading her legs.

She looks every bit like a woman deep into pregnancy. Her distended belly having fully escaped her shirt, it pokes out over her tight athletic shorts.

Shorts far tighter than they were a few moments ago. Strained containing her visibly wider hips. Fabric digs into her massive camel toe, visibly moistened by her wetness.

Another party-goer brings her a bowl as her gravid form threatens to pin her down to the floor below her. She accepts the offering, devouring the chocolates as if posessed by Famine itself.

People are placing pillows on the ground beneath her, as her over-productive, egg-laden womb forces her to her knees.

More guests gather around her. Some caressing her belly, softly cooing in awe and worship. Others now gently press more chocolate eggs past her lips. Two guests have attached themselves to her massive teat-like nipples. Her breasts, freed from her restrictive clothes by her dutiful attendants.

Even you are feeding her, now. Unable to stand in front of her, you stand behind her, marveling at the gravid sphere filling the grassy field meter by meter as her fertility only seems to multiply rapidly with the consumption of more easter themed confections.

She's fully lifted off the ground by about a foot and a half. Her ass, while nowhere near the size of her ova-bloated gut, is at least as large as you. Her rear, and the rest of her body, rests, suspended off the ground. her athletic shorts, now so torn into shreds they barely function as a scandelous g-string, have burried themselves deep in her massive gaping cunt.

You stare at it, in awe, as you pass basket after basket up to an attendant seated on top of her wobbling rear.

Her pussy, spewing a constant deluge of feminine lubricant, pulses and yawns. It gapes wide, all on its own, demanding to be filled. Her need to be fertilized is felt by you and everyone in the group, but none of you dare make a move.

She isn't ready yet. She isn't fertile enough.

Even still, she must be worshipped. With both hands, you massage the internal walls of her gaping cunt, allowing her divine juices to wash over you. You gently pull and stretch her opening wider, still, preparing her. Making her more form more 'right'... more appropriate for breeding.

Chocolate is fed to her in a slurry now. You don't know where the tube came from, but she's being pumped full of liquified chocolate eggs.

You don't care, so long as she keeps consuming the endless slurry.

Your face is firmly pressed against her head dwarfing clitoris. Kissing it, licking it, worshiping it. Your hands paw at it, gently, as they massage it in any way they can. Meanwhile a few dozen worshipers act as a team to massage her vaginal entrance while a half a dozen more work to stretch her wider still.

She'll birth an entire generation. An entire civilization. She'll be mother to all of existance.