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ftm-fem · 3 hours
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Detrans Notes Game
Every 10 notes = 1 week without testosterone
Every 25 Notes = one day of wearing a dress to work
Every 100 Notes = introduce myself to one person irl as my deadname
And if we hit 1000 notes I will start estrogen 🙈
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ftmfem · 5 months
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daddy and i had sex today, during my most fertile day. daddy has made me track my cycle since going off fake hormones. here’s what happened.
i walked up to daddy as they ate their breakfast at the table. i had just gotten a notification from my phone. my health app.
“daddy i’m fertile today”
“you’re a good girl… coming and telling daddy when your body is fertile for me, just like i taught you. how do your vagina and body feel now?”
“thank you daddy. i’m happy that i told you… but i don’t want to have sex today. i’m not ready to be a mommy.”
“did i ask if you’re ready to be a mommy? no. i asked how your body feels? i asked if she is ready for me to make her a mommy. you have no say in this.”
then daddy comforted me and began to remind me that yesterday i promised we would have naked cuddle time today.
we crawled into the bed and daddy played with my body while telling me what a good girl i am. we madeout, i sucked daddy’s cock, and i let daddy help my pussy get wet. daddy says we have to take good care of her, she makes me a good girl.
eventually daddy rolled me onto my back, got on their knees and towered over me. they pushed my legs towards my breasts and pinched my hard nipples.
“good girl. let daddy take you. i need to be inside. can daddy be inside now? don’t you want to make me feel good like you promised, baby girl?”
“…”
“good answer.”
with strong hands and a needy cock, daddy pushed my legs open. they rubbed their cock head up and down my slit. tickling my clitoris with each slow pass. i moaned gently. i was in need and at the peak of my ovulation. i was also incredibly desperate to please my daddy.
they thrust inside of me with one deep push. daddy always gets my pussy soaked and puffy for them. slowly they work me up, making me into a needy girl. then they mount - fast and deep.
they fucked me for several intensely passionate minutes while soothing me, playing with my breasts, and telling me how good i am for them.
all of a sudden, before i could even beg one last time for them to pull out, daddy whispered in my ear
“good girl. daddy is going to cum now. take it all.”
and then i felt their cock get harder and start to twitch. i was flooded with warmth deep inside of me.
daddy came extremely hard, pressed right against my cervix, for about a minute. the whole time, my tight wet pussy twitched in response to their throbbing cock, as if it was inviting their cum into my deepest and most vulnerable place.
soon after, i came on their cock while it was still deeply pressed inside of me. it was the most pure and female orgasm i have ever had. we stayed, embracing one another for a few minutes. daddy thanked me and reminded me that i am such a good and obedient girl for them. i love making daddy happy. it’s my purpose.
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thexspiral · 1 month
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"We need more weird queer people!"
Yall can't accept lesboys and turigirls
Yall can't accept mspec gays and lesbians
Yall can't accept cistrans people
Yall can't accept FtMtF trans women and MtFtM trans men
Yall can't accept intersex people who aren't cis or trans
Yall can't accept transfemmascs
Yall can't accept gaybians
Yall can't accept neurogender people
Yall can't accept loveless aros
Yall can't accept aplatonics
Yall can't accept xenogenders
Yall can't accept cis non-binary people
Yall can't even accept straight trans folks.
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dumbcinnabun · 9 months
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pornsick men are the best, its sooo hot to know they look at me and see a porn category. i'll be such a good fleshlight for you while you're watching some pornstar get her brains fucked out <3
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detranshospital · 6 months
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Finally an audio for all the fakeboys♡
Think of it as hypnotherapy!!
as a fakeboy myself, I wanted to bring reality back to other fakeboys!
(TW: this is misgendering/detrans-kink friendly content. in no way is that a small warning, please be aware before listening.)
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meangirltogoodgirls · 3 months
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imagine if you could get your transition fully funded in exchange for one year as a free use toy.
at the end of that year, you'll get a card with no limit that can pay for any gender-affirming treatment, hormones, clothing, etc that you want. but in exchange, for 365 days your body is available for anyone to touch, grope, or fuck however they want.
after all, if you want to get rid of such a fuckable body on the public's dime, they should get a chance to use it first, right?
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queerism1969 · 9 months
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cuntboyprincess · 1 year
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The concept of forced impreg turns me on so much.
There is no other way to invade a girl's body like it is by knocking her up with your semen, implanting your offspring into her against her will, forcing her to carry your genes in her for 9 full months, her swelling up like a balloon and waddling around brandmarked for everyone to see. Making her suffer by her own body, basically degrading her from the inside out -literally! Making her deal with all the nasty side effects of pregnancy, too -because YOU decided so. And then on top of all wrecking her beautiful, spotless body forever. By forcing stretch marks, weight gain, a forever ugly, flabby stomach and cellulite onto her....
It's just.... so hot to do this to someone. 🥵
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ftmjessiegirl · 2 months
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i wonder what a real cock would feel like splitting me open.
maybe maybe i'm being forced to jiggle my own tits- as i finally feel what it's like to have my pussy spread so far open. i'd gasp and go stiff, tense up- but you'd keep pushing in, more, and deeper... until finally you're all the way in. All of your cock inside my virgin pussy, cunt twitching around you. I can barely get used to it before you're thrusting hard and fast, my voice caught in my throat as my pussy is fucking ruined. I was so so tight before, but my hole is being molded around your cock, the head nearly brushing my womb.
each drag in and out my pussy is making sloppy noises. I've stopped touching my own tits, so you have to remind me to keep fondling them, keep making them wobble all over. maybe you'd make me pinch my own nipples and hold them stretched upwards, so you can watch as i desperately try to obey and keep them still while each brutal thrust inside my untouched pussy makes my body quake, only causing my tit flesh to jiggle more.
i cum on your cock. your thick, relentless cock. i've never had anything so big, so raw, so real inside me before.... and as you cum inside me, i pass out, still split in half by the cock between my legs and buried inside my newly fucked out hole.
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fakeboyfantasies · 3 months
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Adrian's Pride Outfit
Words: 1,768 Kinks: FTM misgendering, humiliation, piss, rape, breeding
It had taken weeks for Adrian to talk himself into it. Even now, looking at himself in the mirror, he couldn’t believe he was soon going to be wearing this in public, even if it was at a pride event with other people wearing even less. 
For the first year ever, Adrian wasn’t wearing his binder to pride. He was barely wearing anything up top at all - a fishnet top did very little to hide his perky B cups, nipples covered up with trans pride flag pasties. He’d stuck a pronoun pin in the gaps of the mesh for good measure. It was a trans inclusive event, and he saw other transmascs topless all the time. Adrian spent an hour before the event doing his makeup, picking out shoes, and fussing over how his butt looked in his tiny shorts, his pronoun pin jingling softly every time a movement made his boobs bounce.
In Adrian’s apartment, he had felt confident and masculine. In his friend Anna’s car, he had felt confident and masculine. Once they got to the parade, he was starting to have second thoughts about his outfit. 
Luckily for him, pride was full of easy distractions. He bought himself a couple of cocktails, and a very nice drag queen gave him an edible after they talked for a few minutes. Adrian was feeling great. The gummy was starting to kick in, and he was drunk enough and had seen enough other trans guys going topless to feel less dysphoric about it. The alcohol was moving through him quickly though, and Adrian excused himself from his friend group, going off to find the bathrooms. 
The park was fucking huge, and he was drunk. It didn’t help that the sun was setting, and the area of the park he was in was totally unlit. That was probably for the best, though. He didn’t want some random jogger or something to see him like this. 
Finally, Adrian found one of the park bathroom structures. He didn’t think it was connected to the pride event, but hopefully it would be empty? He decided to take the risk, going into the men’s room. 
The bathroom was not empty. A guy probably Adrian’s dad’s age, wearing a tool belt and paint stained clothes, was washing his hands, and he gave Adrian a judgemental look up and down. 
“Wrong bathroom, sweetheart. Door to the ladies’ is on the other side.”
Shame curled in Adrian’s gut, behind his bursting bladder. “No, I, uh.” Drunk and inarticulate, he pointed at his pronoun pin. “I’m here with the pride thing?” 
The old man scoffed. “Now, girlie, don’t be silly.”
Adrian had gotten plenty of weird looks in men’s rooms before, but he had never actually had anyone say anything. But he’d spent years planning exactly what he’d say, had tons of pithy remarks and clever comments that he’d been working on for ages. But now that he was really faced with the situation, a man sneering at him, belittling him and misgendering him, Adrian didn’t feel clever or pithy. And when he opened his mouth, his voice came out in a high pitched whine, not a masculine demand. “I really gotta pee,” he pleaded. 
The man’s face broke out in a menacing smile. “You gotta go, princess?” 
Adrian’s face was burning. He pushed down on himself through his shorts with the heel of his hand, wondering if he could just go to the women’s room. A spurt of pee leaked out without his control, soaking into his shorts. “F-fuck you, just lemme use the toilet!” 
The old man grabbed Adrian by the elbow, dragging him into the bathroom stall. “Alright, princess.” He yanked Adrian’s shorts down, clicking his tongue and shaking his head at the wet spot on the crotch. “You had better go, you already had an accident in your pants.”
“What the fuck!” Adrian desperately cupped his crotch with his free hand, not wanting this weird old man to see his pussy. No one had seen his pussy at all since he had hit puberty. His chest did give him some dysphoria, but the major source for him was his bottom dysphoria. Even having to sit to pee made Adrian dysphoric, which could make him hold it for way too long. 
The old man forced Adrian to sit on the toilet. “Stop touching yourself, little girl,” he scolded, grabbing Adrian’s wrists and ripping his skinny arms away. He was standing between Adrian’s legs, preventing him from closing them. 
His overworked bladder gave way almost immediately, and Adrian couldn’t help his moan of relief. “Don’t look!” he squealed. His head felt stuffed full of cotton balls, and he couldn’t believe this was really happening. It was the most humiliating experience of his entire life. Adrian squeezed his eyes shut in shame, and the old man responded with a rough slap across his face. 
“Look at me,” the old man barked. Adrian obeyed, sniffling and looking up at the man as tears dripped down his cheeks, smearing his mascara. 
The old man grabbed Adrian’s pronoun pin, ripping it off and tossing it into the toilet bowl. Adrian let out a weak little ‘no’ of protest, but the old man didn’t care. He shoved Adrian’s top up too, yanking the trans flag pasties off roughly and dropping them into the toilet bowl too. 
“Yeah, that’s where all that faggot shit goes. Feel good pissing on your people, girlie?” 
“You’re a fucking asshole!” Adrian sobbed. His bladder was finally spent, and he struggled in the old man’s grip, trying to get up. The old man just slapped him again, this time hard enough that it left Adrian’s ears ringing. 
“You got such a sexy body, too.” The old man played with Adrian’s tits, his big, calloused hands squeezing and pinching. “Look how big your nipples are.” He twisted one of Adrian’s nipples roughly, making him whimper. “Gonna be real nice for feeding babies one day.”
The thought of being pregnant made Adrian’s skin crawl. It was his worst nightmare. He started to cry again, sobbing weakly as the man played with his tits. 
“You bawl like a fuckin toddler,” the man complained. “Now stop crying.” He yanked Adrian up by the hair, landing a solid smack on his ass. 
Adrian stumbled after the man as he was dragged, drunk, scared, and confused. A nauseating wave of realization hit him when the man pushed him over one of the sinks. “No! No no no!” he squealed, kicking out weakly. The old man spanked him again. 
“Quit whining, girly.” He undid his jeans, taking out his hard dick. Adrian saw it in the mirror, petrified by the length and girth of it. 
“No, please!” Adrian begged. “I can’t take it, I’ve never had anything down there before!” The one or two times Adrian had tried to touch himself like that, he’d barely gotten knuckle deep before feeling too dysphoric. 
“You’re a virgin, princess?” The old man rubbed the head of his cock along Adrian’s slit, making him sob. “Not for long.”
“No- ohh!” Adrian screamed as he was suddenly penetrated. The old man’s cock stretched him painfully, hit a spot inside that made him feel nauseatingly feminine. “No, no, please don’t! You can’t do this, this is rape!”
“I thought you were a man.” The old man pulled nearly all the way out before slamming back in, moaning at the stretch of Adrian’s tight pussy around his cock. “Men can’t get raped.”
“Let me go!” Adrian insisted. 
To his shock, the man pulled out. “Move a fucking muscle and I’ll whoop you,” he warned severely. Despite how humiliating it was to stand like this, tits dangling below him and his legs spread, wet pussy on display, Adrian knew the old man meant it. 
The old man bent down, grabbing something off the grimy bathroom floor. Adrian’s wet shorts. The old man took Adrian’s phone out of his back pocket, taking his ID out of the card slot on the back of his phone case. 
“Jessica,” the man read out loud. “What a pretty name.”
“That’s not my name,” Adrian blurted. The stranger knowing his deadname felt somehow just as violating as having his dick inside him. 
The old man sneered at him. “What is your name, then?”
“Adr-” But he didn’t get to finish, because the old man was shoving the tiny shorts into Adrian’s mouth, forcing him to taste his own piss. The old man took a roll of tape from his tool belt, securing a strip over Adrian’s mouth to keep the shorts in place. 
“That’s better. Little girls should be seen and not heard, Jessica.” The man stepped behind him again, grabbing Adrian’s arms and forcing his wrists together behind his back. He taped those in place too before grabbing his dick again, giving it a couple pumps. “Yeah, much better.” He pushed back in, grabbing Adrian’s tits as he did. “Watch yourself get fucked. You look away, I’ll take your ass virginity too, whore.”
Adrian didn’t dare disobey. He watched himself through teary eyes as the man used his cunt. His tits bounced eagerly with each thrust, and his mascara ran streaks down his face to the duct tape. And against all odds, Adrian found himself starting to like it. He felt scared and ashamed, but with every thrust, the old man brushed his never-touched g spot, bringing him closer and closer to orgasm. Adrian had never been able to cum on his own, no matter how much he abused his clit trying to jerk off like a boy. 
The point of no return came when Jessica did, bearing down on the old man’s dick with a slutty, feminine moan into her gag. The orgasm was so intense, making her collapse against the sink as she squirted over her rapist’s cock and down her thighs. The old man didn’t stop going, fucking the mewling, overstimulated fakeboy until he came deep inside her. “That oughta do it. That’s what all girls like you need, a good hard dicking to get knocked up.” He smacked her ass again. “Now get the fuck out. This bathroom is for men only.” 
Jessica was shoved out of the bathroom, naked except her sneakers and a torn fishnet top, gagged with her arms bound behind her. The old man’s cum leaked out of her as the poor fakeboy stumbled back towards the parade for help. Jessica looked down at her nipples poking through the fishnet top, remembering the old man’s words. Her tits really were going to be good for feeding babies.
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fakenbreedable · 6 months
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You know you're female when you can feel your pussy opening up, ready to receive a cock inside of it, when you so much as think about something arousing 🥰😍💕
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ftmfuckdoll · 5 months
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multiple loads being forced into my pussy would fix me i think
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denymethisalways · 4 months
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this is a sign to all of the fakeboys out there to go ahead and buy that thong, bra, crop top, or skirt you keep thinking about. its worth it, youll be dripping wet and ill be proud of you for taking that step <3
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meangirltogoodgirls · 4 months
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convincing one of my trans guy friends to let me date his pussy. not him, ew, we're platonic as hell and i'm gay, no. but his pussy?? well she needs someone to treat her right 😍😍
buying her lingerie and toys 🥰 inviting him over to hang out and then making out with her alllll night long 🥰 calling her by his deadname 🥰 making him carry on a serious conversation about his identity while i fingerfuck her until she drips down my wrist 🥰
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ftmgirlcunthole · 7 months
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i absolutely adore posts or videos with ftm girls who look masculine or like twinks getting their female fat clit vaginas pounded hard with cock, as they moan and squirm like the women they are, with comments like "her pussy is so pretty!"
it just shows that no matter how masculine you think you look on the outside, nobody sees you as a man for one second when they see your vagina
so why not stop fighting it? just give in and be the woman you know you are
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btchboiwithacnt · 29 days
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I’m laying in bed imagining having a real man play with my girly body. Obviously the rough correction and degradation is fun, but I would love soft, gentle correction.
I’m imagining a man laying me down on his bed and kissing me, while his hands roam around groping my body. He would tell me that I’m being such a good girl for him, and he would promise that he’s going to fix me, to make me all better. He’d take off my shirt and squeeze my breasts and pinch my nipples. He’d suck on one nipple while he groped my other titty, and then he’d switch sides, back and forth. All the while, promising that he would make me into the best possible girl for him.
Then he’d kiss his way down my body until he got to my pants. He’d pull them down but leave my underwear on. He’d trace his fingers up and down my slit through my panties. He’d talk about how wet my vagina already was for him, and how sensitive my clit was. He’d pull my panties to the side and caress my vulva, not even penetrating me yet. He’d gently slide off my panties and lick up and down my sensitive slit, and lap at my clit until I was writhing under him. He’d then slip his tongue into my soaking wet, but still tight girlhole. He’d dart his tongue in and out, occasionally bringing it up to my clit. Finally he’d latch on to my clit while he gently worked my tight hole open.
Then he’d undress himself and rub his hard cock up and down my wet slit. He’d position the head of his manly penis at the opening of my vagina and just barely press in- the head wouldn’t even be inside yet. He would tell me that this was the moment. He was going to penetrate me. He was going to make me his perfect little girl. He would remind me that once he was inside me, he owned me. With one fluid motion, he would penetrate my vagina with his penis. He would fuck me slowly at first, telling me that I was being such a good girl, and that he was so proud of me for taking his cock so well. He would bend down and suck on my nipples, or play with my clit.
Then he would tell me that the most important part was about to happen. He would push my legs up to my shoulders and pause for a minute, still inside of me. He would tell me that he was about to ejaculate inside of me. He was going to mark me as his own; he was going to seed my womb. He would start fucking me faster and deeper, moaning and telling me how good my vagina felt around his penis. Then he’d push as deep as he could, moan, and release inside of me. He would rub my clit until I came around his cock, then pull out- careful to keep as much of his life giving seed inside of me as he could.
He would lay down next to me and simply say good girl. And I wouldn’t argue.
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