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22 uk bigender she/he DMs open, showing everything I have to offer 💙

[bigenderwhatever]

intro :)

22 years old, biologically female with a pussy and no tits or nipples. bigender (he/she). use whatever language you like to refer to me or my body parts. medium/plus sized.

into humiliation, medfet, exposure, degradation, piss, squirt, breeding, misgendering.

DMs are open for anyone who wishes to ask for pictures or chat.

nice to meet you 💙

[babygirl-marie-again]

Imagining being the disgraced princess of a conquered kingdom, stripped naked and forced to take my conquerers cock in front of the whole court, reduced to nothing but a cockwarmer and breeding toy

[supremeivoryplayback]

I love this whole concept, that you’re fucking her, the heir to the throne, *on* the throne, cementing your claim of conquest through her womb.

[justxangelxthings]

I'm about to say something really unhinged but imagine if like all seating in public places (benches, restaurant chairs, university classroom desks, public transportation, etc.) were divided between male and female seats and this was strictly enforced. Now imagine that every seat designated for females had some type of phallic, dildo-like object fixed on where she has to sit. The protruding objects would come in a huge variety of shapes and sizes, from 2 inches tall and 1 inch around to 10 inches long with a 4 inch girth. Some are smooth, some are ribbed, some are curved, some have bulbous heads, some have bumps, etc! And every time a female went somewhere where she would have to sit, she would have to move her skirt to the side and sit on the object, as that's the rules of polite society. ❤️

Shy girls attending uni would scramble on the first day of classes to pick their seat first to ensure they don't get stuck sitting on the 10-inch hammer for the rest of the year.

Women squirming in movie theater seats during exciting movies, or crying out during horror films in such a way that you're not sure if it was the jumpscare or something else.

A sweet looking girl on the subway trying not to cry because she was late this morning and the phallus in the only seat left was bigger than she's used to and the vibrations from the car are making it feel sooo good.

Imagine sitting across a girl on a first date in a restaurant. She arrived and sat before you did so didn't see what was in her chair and your mind is going wild imagining what kind of object is filling your date right across from you. The date goes well and as the night goes on and the flirting gets heavier you can notice her slowly rocking her hips and her breathing get uneven and you get to decide if you want to take her away from there or let her sit and stay and unravel deliciously here in front of everyone.

Imagine? ❤️

[girliepopgoldie-deactivated2024]

more gross therapist brainrot. im thinking abt going to see a therapist for my dysphoria. he's a cis man and i'm nervous at first but he's so friendly and knows all the terminology and i begin to relax. he asks for more details and i start to tell him about how dysphoric my chest makes me. "sorry," he interrupts. "are you binding right now? your chest looks very flat to me."

i get embarrassed and blush. "oh yeah, i have a binder on."

"i see. so are they big without the binder? some cis men have fat on their chests, so maybe it's not actually that noticeable."

"um, yeah, they're pretty big...definitely noticeable i think."

"hm. i'm having trouble picturing it. maybe i could turn around and you could take off your binder? and put your shirt back on after, of course. it will help me understand your point of view. plus, i'm sure your back is sore, and it's just the two of us in here."

i'm very uncomfortable with this idea, but he is my therapist, so he must know what he's doing. "are you sure? is that something you usually do with your clients?"

"oh yes, this is all standard practice. go ahead! i'll turn around and close my eyes."

he stands up and turns to face the wall, holding his hand in front of his eyes. i acquiesce, taking off my binder and putting it to the side, letting my huge tits bounce free. my nipples immediately harden from the cold and the sensation of fabric brushing over them.

when i have my shirt back on i say, "o-okay, you can turn around now." he sits back down and stares openly at my chest. my face heats up.

"yes, i see, those are quite large." he notices my face turning red. "please, don't be embarrassed. they are also quite nicely shaped, if i may say so." before i can voice an objection, he continues: "i think we should try an exercise that often helps with my ftm clients' dysphoria. sometimes it can be helpful to appreciate your features instead of trying to hide them. after all, this is therapy, so we want to deal with things directly instead of avoiding them."

that does make sense to me, despite the twisting in my gut. "okay. i guess so."

"very good. now please close your eyes for me." i obey. "it may seem strange, but i am a professional and there's nothing to be ashamed of in here. now bring your hands to your breasts and hold one in each palm." at least my eyes are closed so i don't have to look at him while i do as he says. "excellent. slowly massage your breasts, kneading the flesh, but not too hard. we want this to be pleasurable." i start to do it, resenting the feeling of warmth in my crotch. "now rub your thumbs over your nipples. i see they're starting to harden. that's perfectly natural. concentrate on how good it feels to rub your breasts. you may even pinch your nipples if that is enjoyable for you." i do it despite myself, lost in the sensation. "keep going. do it for a minute, and don't stop thinking about the pleasure you're feeling." i'm still feeling dysphoric, but now i'm also turned on. i squirm a little in my seat, hoping it's not too noticeable.

"okay, you can stop now. open your eyes." i take my hands away from my tits, my nipples still hard, poking through the fabric. "how is your dysphoria now? any change?"

"uh, no. sorry."

"no need to apologize. sounds like we'll need to try another exercise. we really want to associate your chest with positive feelings instead of negative ones. so for this exercise, i want you to stand up and remove your shirt."

i balk at the request. "is that really necessary?"

his expression hardens. "please don't make this difficult. we're all adults here. do you want to get treatment for your dysphoria or not?"

i'm embarrassed. he's a doctor after all, why would i question his judgement? i'm probably just being prudish and immature. "sorry. yes, i do." i get up off the couch and take my shirt off, instinctively folding my arms in front of my chest.

"very good. arms behind your back, please." i obey. "now, stay in that position and close your eyes." when my eyes are closed i hear a drawer opening, then the flicking of a cap of some kind. i can feel my nipples stiffening in the air. the next thing i know, he's grabbing my breasts, rubbing something cold and wet on to my nipples. i gasp. "stay still, please. this is all part of the treatment." he runs his hands all over my tits, groping them, getting them all covered in what i assume is lube. he pinches my nipples and i bite my lip to stifle a moan. "very good. you may open your eyes now. i want you to look down at your breasts."

they're glistening and bouncing in his hands, covered in oil. "see how gorgeous they are? a lot of girls would love to have such beautiful big tits." his crude language catches me off guard.

"um, what?"

"i just want you to appreciate what you have. a little gratitude can go a long way." he jiggles my tits up and down. "i love looking at them bounce. see how happy these can make other people? it should make you feel good to know how pleasing these are to men. you need to look outside your self-centered perspective."

"doctor, i'm not very comfortable with this--"

"no?" without warning he sticks his hand under my waistband and rubs my clit, running a finger through my wetness. "it seems like your pussy is very comfortable. and your tits are so sensitive. see how good they can make you feel?" with his other hand he pinches my nipple again and this time i fail to stop myself from whimpering. "i knew you loved this. now watch me enjoy your tits for a bit. it will help you feel better about them."

i'm too shocked and turned on to do anything other than watch silently as he plays with my tits, groping them hard, massing them like putty, circling my nipples with his fingers. eventually he bends down and licks my nipple and i shudder in unwanted pleasure. then he sucks on it in earnest and i can't help but whine. he's right, it feels so good. i let him suck on them both, flicking my nipple with his tongue. then he pushes them together and spits on them. the spit tuns obscenely down my cleavage.

"take off all your clothes. i know exactly how to help you." at this point i'm too far gone not to do exactly as he tells me. i strip. when i'm done he's sitting back in his armchair, massaging his cock, his pants discarded although his shirt and tie are still on, which makes me burn with shame and arousal. "come sit on this and face me. i can make you feel so good."

i look at the floor in embarrassment as i walk over, climbing into his lap. i position myself over his erect cock. "there you go. just slide down onto it. you're all wet for me." i sink slowly onto his cock and moan. it feels so good inside me, filling me up. right as i get him all the way inside me, he says, "good girl."

"w-what?"

"oh, don't pretend it doesn't turn you on. i knew when you walked in that you weren't really a 'boy', just a slutty girl who needed some male attention. and i'm happy to give it to you. if you just showed off your tits more you'd be much happier."

i'm so humiliated i don't know what to say. he grabs me by the waist and starts fucking me up and down on his cock. "that's a good girl. i can feel how your pussy clenches around me when i say it. fuck, look at your big tits bouncing while i fuck you." he starts sucking and biting them. "tell me how much you love my cock."

"i love your cock," i moan, defeated. my voice hitches as he pounds into me.

"tell me you're a slutty girl who loves having her pussy fucked."

"n-no, please..."

he bites down hard on my tit. "say it."

"ugh, fuck..." his cock feels sooo good. "i'm a slutty girl who loves having her pussy fucked," i cry, and as i do he finishes inside me.

"good girl."

[princesszxx]

i need to be eaten out so fucking bad. like i need someone to tie me down and spread my legs and start violently sucking my boy cunt until i start shaking and crying. even after i cum over and over and start crying and trying to push you off i still want you to lick and suck and rub my cunt until my brain shuts off and i can’t form coherent thoughts. i want to cum over and over again and each time it’s messy and loud and you go right back in to make it happen again. all while degrading me yet praising me for being the most perfect little whore.

[nosoc0mial]

Sketch of an examination, from memory

[sp4nkboy]

In between two parts of my punishment, dad makes me strip and kneel on the floor, holding my asscheeks spread wide open so he can see everything.

If i disobey during my spankings, fail to accept the punishment with dignity, move or beg too much, or I’m simply not penitent for dad to think I’ve actually learned my lesson, he hurts my cunt and little hole before we start with the next part. He burns my sensitive skin with vapor rub, or hot sauce, or uses his riding crop to welt my hole before shoving a plug in dry. Whatever he does must be worse than the punishment I already have in store for me, because just taking the punishment obediently must seem like the easy way that I wish I took.

If I’m being good so far, I must still kneel and expose myself, to remember to be humble. This hurts in a different way, knowing I was obedient and good and still feeling scared and small. Besides, dad can take pictures at any time, and force me to post them, so I’m never safe from embarrassment.

[sp4nkboy]

Sorry I came so hard I cried and pissed myself from having my cunt sprayed down like a dog. Do you still think I’m handsome?

[rottingbedframe]

i'm gonna fuck this knot into you. the cock itself already gives you enough of a stretch that you're arching your back and drooling like a good little slut. then i push harder and you almost try to squirm away instinctively, but i hold onto your pretty hips and make sure you take it. as i keep pushing, breath-takingly slow, the stretch starts to burn and your legs tremble. you mewl in protest, but your thighs are soaking wet so i know that you just want more. i reach the widest part of my knot and i pause, pulling your ass cheeks apart to admire how your pussy looks stretched so obscenely around it. your hips start to buck slightly—even through the pain, you can't help but subconsciously keep trying to fuck yourself on it. i let you indulge for a few seconds, watching your taut skin roll back and forth against my knot, leaving a wet trail wherever it touches. eventually, i can't wait any longer and i sink it fully into you, making you moan and drop your head to the bed as your cunt swallows the knot whole. i sit in it, enjoying the warm tightness and rocking back slightly against your entrance. from inside, my knot makes your pussy bulge, and it keeps sucking me back in, desperate to stay plugged up. but that's not my plan.

once i'm ready, i start pulling my knot out again and you start to whine, but your legs keep sliding farther and farther apart for me and your pussy is pulsing pathetically around my cock. i keep pulling and pulling until i'm at the widest part again and your toes curl at the feeling as i tease you there again, holding your pussy as open as possible for me. you moan something incoherent that sounds like it could be, "please," but you're way past talking at this point. slowly, i pull the knot out of you, and despite the considerable girth of my cock, you find yourself almost feeling empty, like you're missing something. i watch your pussy twitch against my cock, squeezing itself again and again in a desperate attempt to feel the stretch again. i knead your ass cheeks in my hands and fuck you shallowly for a few more seconds, allowing your cock-drunk mind to start catching up with your pussy.

but one single pump isn't enough. i can't hold back any more. i grab ahold of your hips again for stability and start pounding my knot into your pussy mercilessly, making you squeal and clench even tighter around me in surprise. with each pump, there's a slight stutter, a moment of give as your pussy stretches out to its widest point. but i keep punching that fat knot into you, over and over and over again until your pussy is no longer too tight for a smooth ride. you haven't stopped moaning or blubbering, eyes rolled back and tongue hanging out like the braindead whore you are.

once i'm satisfied, i pull apart your ass cheeks again and slowly pull the knot then my cock out, your pussy spasming and seizing after the brutal fucking. once it's empty, the gape is beautiful, clenching desperately on nothing; even after i've broken your pussy, it's begging for more.

[rottingbedframe]

i need to keep a girl so edged and denied that she cums from any attention at all. she's always in chastity and the only stimulation her pussy gets is when i let her hump a pillow, fully clothed and locked up. i tell her that i want to keep her pure until we get married, but i keep her constantly dosed with fertility drugs, just in case. they make her womb ache and her tits swell like crazy, but i remind her that she isn't allowed to do any sexual. i come home to her leaning against the kitchen counter with her tits leaking down her apron, rubbing her thighs together desperately, glistening with sweat as she edges herself. i grab her by the throat in warning, but as she gasps for air, her eyes cross and her tongue lolls lewdly out of her mouth. we're both fully clothed. i'm only touching her neck. and yet, it's more stimulation than she's gotten since we met. i ask her if she's gonna cum just from being choked. she mewls and bites her lip. i call her a filthy whore and her legs tremble as she squirts through her jeans, cumming for the first time in months. she drools down her chin, face starting to turn red from lack of air, but she isn't fighting. instead, she sinks her weight further into my hand, desperate to cum again

[rottingbedframe]

because to be worthy of one day being my wife, she obviously has to stay pure and untouched by anyone, including herself. but i'm still a man with needs. so she'll wake up to me bouncing a pocket pussy on my lap, cursing and grunting without paying any mind to the slut right next to me. after emptying my balls inside, i'll toss it to her and tell her to clean it before i get home from work. maybe after i leave, she'll huff the cum-stained hole while bouncing in bed, fully clothed of course, her blitzed-out mind desperately clamboring between dreaming of one-day touching my cock and being filled with shame for wanting that.

i'll take her out with me to any sex parties i go to. she'll help me pick a girl that looks like her but hotter, and i'll let her pinch that girl's nipples while i fuck her from behind. my slut wets herself just from watching, and her own tits leak down the front, and i know that she'll play with the other girl's nipples harder and harder to vicariously pretend like her own swollen tits are being pumped.

my slut is too dumb to be good company, but she's a pretty back-drop to my casual hang-outs, too. i dress her up in tight, revealing clothes, her nipples standing tall against her shirts and the top of her chastity belt peering over her mini skirts like a whale tail. she'll sit nearby while i talk with my friends, not saying anything but i can tell that she's salivating from just being in a room with so many men. her eyes never leave our crotches and as the minutes tick by she starts to subconsciously bounce in her seat and push her round tits together. we'll have to make sure she's sitting on a towel wherever we go, or maybe we make her clean up her mess afterwards, down on her knees while we tower over her. she'll stick out her ass pathetically, but no matter how much she degrades herself, she won't be satisfied

[rottingbedframe]

It would be so hot if you gaped and stretched my pussy and made it into your drink receptacle/koozie. I can crawl around beside you and present my ass high in the air for you to insert your beer bottle into - i have to stay still to avoid spilling anything and if I do spill, you pour the whole drink into my gaping asshole and plug it shut before inserting a new bottle/glass/can etc into my pussy. at the end of the night, or if I'm too full, you empty me out and make me drink the party punch brewed in my own hole. you make me crawl around with bottles and glasses in me to make sure I do spill just to keep things fun! your friends get so used to this routine, that between drinking my party punch, they start making me drink their piss. The only cock I get at these parties is down my throat when they piss into it. Then when my bladder is full and I'm begging for release, you alternate between using a clit vibrator and spanking my cunt, making me say more and more demeaning things, until you finally allow me to piss as well <3

god, this is a fucking dream. so many parts of this are just delicious. i'd love to groom you to me my fucked up little beer koozie at parties, just following me around when my friends are over, face pressed down into the dirty floor as you desperately try to keep the drink steady. that stretched out pussy trying to clench around the can. it'd be so thick and hard and cold as hell, and i'd make sure to punish you if your pussy warmed the can up too much. your ass would be so so so bloated with beer by the end of the night, you'd be cramping like crazy and trying not to throw up, especially since you'd be ass-up the whole time. you'd get drunk, too, just from having so much alcohol sloshing around in your belly. my friends and i would make fun of how disgusting you looked, with that beer belly hanging, beer dripping down your body from the plug in your ass, your face red from holding the position and the alcohol in your system

god, then filling you up from the other end once we get tired of seeing your disgusting holes up in the air. i'd station you in the bathroom and you'd kneel in front of the toilet for hours and hours as dozens of people filter in over the course of the party to piss down your throat. maybe you'd get a nice little shallow throat fuck here and there if someone is feeling generous, but honestly you'd already be so fucked up and you'd barely even notice. you'd be drunk and covered in sticky beer and piss (everyone else is drunk, too, and won't have the best aim). and as time goes on, your bladder gets fuller and the toilet is right there, but you know you're not allowed to use it so you just whine and beg for anyone who comes by to please let you piss, please please please...

until you're crying and squirming and you're gurgling every time someone shoves another cock down your throat, so i finally drag you out of the bathroom by your hair and set you up in front of the crowd for the main event. i spread your legs and reach around from behind you to hold a vibe to your clit. you probably haven't been given this kind of attention in ages, so you immediately tense up in surprise and moan and it hurts so good because now you need to focus twice as hard on not pissing yourself. and part of you is aware that there are so many people staring at your sloppy beer-soaked cunt and there might even be one or two phones out recording, so you try to squirm and cover yourself but i wrench your legs apart again and whisper in your ear that i'll let you piss if you spread your legs. so you whimper but comply and you feel your whole body flush with shame as your pussy starts dripping onto the table despite yourself. then the vibe stops and you yelp as your cunt receives a sharp slap. the squelch is obscene and the hit only makes your swollen bladder ache deeper. but i promised, so you keep your legs spread. i command you to thank me for touching your bucket cunt, and you do, in a shaking hoarse voice. i hit your cunt again and you moan out another thank you. over and over, i deal sharp slaps to your cunt, and you thank me through tears each time. by the end, your cunt is red and soaking wet. maybe a tiny bit of piss even eeked out, although deep down you know it's all just your arousal. then i press the vibe to your abused clit again and you cry out from the pressure as your abdomen involuntarily clenches again. one-by-one, each of the dozens of partygoers comes up to you, and i make you say, "thank you for using this urinal, thank you for pissing in my mouth, please piss in me again next time," to every single one, all while you're breathless and crying from concentrating on not pissing or cumming from the relentless vibe on your clit. your pussy clenches over nothing, and a few of the people give it another little smack before going on their way

finally, once you've thanked every person there, i tell you that you're allowed to piss, but only if you piss yourself right here, with the vibe still brutalizing your clit. at that point, any final shred of dignity or humanity will leave you as the pain becomes too much, and you'll moan like a bitch in heat while spraying piss everywhere. the release will feel better than any orgasm, which is good because once i see how much you like it, how your eyes roll back and you buck your hips and you drool down your tits, this is the closest thing you'll get to cumming ever again

[onlytheshadowknows]

@yournewxluv

[boypuppypuppyboy]

no offense but after she gives me my t shot i need her to keep the black latex gloves on and bend me over her lap for an examination. i need her to rub my tcock with her thumb and index finder and praise me for how well i took my shot, how big i'm getting, and how hard i am for her. i need her to trace her gloved fingers around my cunt and marvel at how abnormally wet i am.

"aww what's got you so worked up, boy? we haven't even started yet."

i need her to tell me that i might feel some discomfort during this next part of the exam, and then shove three fingers into me and start roughly fucking me without giving me any time to acclimate to the stretch. i need her to play with my tcock with her other hand, pinching and twisting is, and laughing at my agonized cries. i need her to order me to cum, shush me when i cry out and tell me what a good boy i am for getting off being violated like this, and that i did so well during my examination.

[princesszxx]

i need to be eaten out so fucking bad. like i need someone to tie me down and spread my legs and start violently sucking my boy cunt until i start shaking and crying. even after i cum over and over and start crying and trying to push you off i still want you to lick and suck and rub my cunt until my brain shuts off and i can’t form coherent thoughts. i want to cum over and over again and each time it’s messy and loud and you go right back in to make it happen again. all while degrading me yet praising me for being the most perfect little whore.

[aladin-77-deactivated20250808]

[im-not-even-sorry]

Cnc, medfet tw

I want a doctor to tell me it's absolutely necessary they manually examine my tcock and butthole as well as the rest of my body so they can assess if the hrt is working properly. I want them to take measurements of my dick when it's soft, then stimulate me to assure it's maximum length before measuring it again.

Oh, they have a colleague who has never had a trans patient before, surely I won't mind if they come and take a look at me too, yeah?

Then one of them could stretch my ass with their gloved fingers and the other would present how to properly stroke and tease my swollen cock till I'm trembling and moaning...

Of course they would tell me out loud what they're doing and how important it is I relax in the meantime, that's a standard procedure, nothing to worry about :)

[edging-fakeboy-deactivated20250]

i really want my pussy pumped in front of an audience and once its big enough i have to fuck myself with a dildo, naked on my back and rub my clit until i have an orgasm while everyone watches and laughs <3 <3 <3