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finally feel brave enough to make a post and stop lurking 🩷

i’m dez, i’m 24, nb ftm(tf) looking for help to correct myself back to my true female form.

little about me: brunette, 42 F IQ , thick thighs, pre- t, rly rly dum, US based! ❤️

pro: dumbification, hypnosis, bimbofication, dumbification, permanent IQ play, forced lactation, forced breeding, bambi sleep, detrans, hucow, r@peplay, k1dnapping, patriarchy play, forced int0x, forced feminization, humiliation, pet play, anti-feminist kink…

hard no: piss, scat, feet, gross shit like that

feel free to dm to send me deeper into my addiction to feminization and cock💕 i’d love to get hypno porn or any encouragement!

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belly4ever-deactivated20230516

makemeamother

Those are exactly my goals. 😍🥵

obeytoyourman

You filthy little slut,

I don’t even have to ask anymore. Every morning, you’re already there — mouth open, eyes low, like the dumb little cow you are.

I slide my cock in, slow and heavy, and you just take it. No gag, no protest — because that’s what you’re for. You’re my mouth. My hole. My obedient little thing to use before I face the world.

And I don’t move. I don’t need to. I just rest it there, thick and pulsing on your tongue, while you breathe through your nose and stay still — like a good bitch trained to serve.

I check my phone. I answer emails. I sip my coffee while your drool slides down your chin, and I pretend you’re not even there. Just my own personal cockwarmer.

And then, when I’m ready — when I decide — I grip the back of your head and unload deep in your throat.

You choke a little, good. That’s what a cock-hungry cow like you deserves.

I come so hard you whimper, and you try to swallow it all, greedy like the filthy thing you are. My cum dripping from your lips is better than breakfast. It is your breakfast.

Because as long as you’re stuffed with my cock and full of my seed, you won’t even think about any other dick.

You were made for this. For me.

Now clean yourself up, cow. I’ve got meetings. But don’t go far — you’ll be on your knees again soon.

— Daddy

obeytoyourman

stillvathek

“It didn’t happen like that,” he says, smiling.

And you take a breath to correct him and say that, yes, it did, you remember that it did, but the words don’t come.

Because when you reach for the memory, it simply isn’t there. It’s just fluff. Pretty pink fluff and nothing else. No memory, no nothing. It’s gone. Maybe it was never there.

“Trying to remember?” He asks.

You close your mouth and you nod. You feel so small and stupid.

He puts a hand onto your waist and pulls you in against him. You give in so easily. You’re already melting.

“Silly girl, you should know that wasn’t going to work. Remembering is hard, it’s like thinking, and you can’t do that, can you?”

You shake your head this time. No. You can’t think. He thinks for you.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you. You can’t remember it because it didn’t happen like that, okay?”

There’s a flicker, a moment of doubt, but then that melts too. He’s right. He’s always right. He knows best and you’re just a dummy. He looks after you. You’re his. You press your head to his chest and feel safe, so safe.

“It didn’t happen like that. Say it for me,” he says.

“It didn’t happen like that,” you repeat, so quietly, but you know it’s true.

He’s stroking your hair.

“Good girl,” he says, and the words sink so happily and so easily into the fluff that fills your head.

thehootist

cumsocket

What’s really powerful about this picture is she can barely see past her enormous knockers. There’s probably a cock down there ready to split her open and all she can do is clutch her fat jugs for comfort and prepare herself to be bitched.

breedingthepatriarchy2

reorientation

I don't even want to put you in lingerie before I fuck you, you know. What, am I supposed to strip you bare, fuck you full, and then let you climb back into your boyish clothes? No. I'm going to dress you up afterwards.

While you're still trembling from me raping my cum into you, I'm going to pull your legs back together so I can slide frilly pink panties up over your dripping cunt. You can leak my cum into those, instead of down your thigh.

When your breasts are stained red and purple with the marks of my teeth on you, I'm going to stuff them into a lacy bra that's sheer enough to conceal nothing - and a little too tight, so that you're constantly reminded of them and how they're ornamented for me.

I want you looking like a fuckdoll once I've already fucked you. I want you to feel like a trophy, a pretty little memento of my conquest.

I want you feeling more feminine than you ever have, passive and on display, while you wait for me to fuck another load into you.

seedbedsfarmbreedingprogram

Wishing it were normal for "So, tell me a little bit about yourself" to mean completely different things based on whether a Man or a woman is asked it.

For a Man, it should remain a normal question with garden variety answers.

Women should take this question as an opportunity to emphasize their most breedable aspects.

Some options for how a woman should interpret this include, "What's your favorite part of your body, and why is it your cunt?"

"Strip naked, and show me the way your ass swings as you walk. If you don't want to, showing me a clip of you doing this on your phone will do."

"Advertise your body to me like it's a beachside condo I'm considering buying."

"Please give a real-time demonstration of the way you rub your pussy."

"Describe the size of your primordial pouch, and show me with your hands just how much bigger my babies would make it."

Y'know. Just getting to know you type stuff.