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25 year old "trans guy"! (she/her)
on T for about a year now. mainly into misgendering and breeding. obssessed with trans women and fakegirls. if we're mutuals i want you. other kinks under the cut.
you can call me emma! šµāš«
I gotta look like I'm a porn parody of myself so badly...
its your job to spread your legs and take load after load of thick hot cum, right? its your duty to fill your womb with as much cum as possible so it rounds out with babies!! there's no reason to deny it, you're supposed to swell up with milk and kids.
you'll be soooo so pretty if you just open up your pussy to whoever asks and let them plant their seed inside of you i promise!! i know youd get so horny hearing somebody groan "get pregnant get pregnant get pregnant" in your ear as they fuck you raw and hard. making sure they're balls deep when they cum inside you to make sure not a single sperm is wasted
its gonna feel so good to rub a big taut belly all day. pumps suckling on your puffy, engorged nipples to express the milk you're producing. its gonna feel so so good to have a fat baby bump spreading your thighs apart because you let someone claim your womb as their own. imagine how good its gonna feel to be stuffed full. all you have to do is spread your legs, maybe poke a few holes in a condom... c'monnnn
Oh, you're a "tboy"? That means tomboy, right?
Me with all of my fakeboy and fakeboy loving followers.
i love seeing people's faces contort as they get close. all care about looking "presentable" going out the window as you succumb to the pleasure of playing with your pussy. your slit splashing with juices while you ride that edge, eyes rolling, drool streaming down your chin. moans stuttering when your orgasm hits you, hole and clit throbbing, your body jerking from how hard you're coming. it's important to always prioritize your pussy over everything else
Going Feral
The wooden chair beneath Abby creaked softly. She couldnāt see her feet, but she felt their width, expanding over the past several days, radiating with soft pain. Her tank top, having given up its pursuit, hung limply over her engorged breasts, large circles of moisture encompassing each nipple. Having forgone panties that morning, she slid the hem up over her monstrous belly, noticing the convex line stretching vertically, dissecting her belly into two hemispheres.
āThatās what I am now - a globe.ā She thought sadly to herself. She was a world containing two, wriggling baby boys who refused to emerge. She remembered her hunger for cum. Back when her stomach was flat and untouched, she yearned for that stickiness deep within her womb. But She didnāt realize this would be the result: a body foreign to her, blown up to caricature proportions, working against her. And the ceaseless hunger between her thighs.
She had met David online through a forum about breeding and the pair instantly shared a connection. It wasnāt long before messages over Reddit turned into texts and phone calls. When he finally revealed where he lived she was almost in shock. He was less than an hourās drive away from her. She was apprehensive about this but couldnāt deny the fact she was more than just drawn to him. She ached for him. He would make her laugh and was refreshingly earnest and empathetic. A kind and gentle man that had a biting sarcastic tongue and was just as intelligent as she was. All of these factors made her attracted to him. But it was his other side that made her desperate for him to fill her. When he was aroused he became an almost completely different person. His voice would go deeper and when he was excited he couldnāt help but growl with excitement. Driven by desire he would whisper the filthiest things she had ever longed to hear and she was reduced to knee shaking orgasms when she heard him cum. There really wasnāt any way to fight the eventuality. She gave in and agreed to see him. She told herself that she wouldnāt sleep with him on the first date. She swore up and down that she wouldnāt give in to her own libido. That she wouldnāt dare tempt her want to be taken and claimed by this man.
5 hours later after they first met face to face, she was on the edge of the bed with her legs up and over his shoulders as he mercilessly drove into her. The sheets beneath her drenched in sweat and her own cum. She begged and pleaded with him to fill her, an endless mantra in her head kept saying ācuminmecuminmeohpleaseohpleasecuminmecuminmeeeeeā.
As she felt his cock twitch inside of her and his pace quickened she couldnāt believe how loud her orgasm was when he snarled āDo you want to be my swollen pregnant cum dumpster?ā
She was silently ashamed of that. That something so crude and misogynistic would bring her such pleasure. Little did she know that was exactly what he would reduce her to in the following nine months.
Her life completely turned upside down. First there were the positive test results she cried over. The doctorās appointment that confirmed the news. Having to tell her parents who seemed so disappointed. And then telling him. He could barely contain his joy or how eager he was to take care of her. Abby tried to tell herself that she could do this mostly on her own and that she would handle the hardships but once she found out it was twins she began to panic. As she swelled larger and heavier with Davidās babies she lost more and more control over her life and her body. It was if carrying his sons only made her want him more. To give in to him. To let him own her. She couldnāt resist or deny his want for her and that also seemed to get worse the larger she grew. One time during the 6th month she found herself crying as she was unable to fit into a former favorite dress. She turned to him and whimpered āIām so pregnantā and the next thing she knew she could barely catch her breath after three straight hours of the most intense sex she had ever had. It didnāt matter to him that she was tender and sensitive all over or that she was the mother of his children. It didnāt matter to her either. They both just gave in more and more to their basic instincts and became two wild animals fucking each other with abandon. It was at the start of her third trimester that she quit her job and moved into the secluded house with him. And thatās where she stayed, growing bigger every day and waiting for his return.
It was late in the day, and she knew he would be home soon. She was a week overdue with the boys and she was more desperate than ever. She literally hoped he would fuck the babies out of her. That his thrusts would be so hard that her water break over both of them. All she wanted was to safely play at breeding. Now she would give anything to finally have the babies out of her. She would cry over the cumbersome weight of her belly that taxed her hips so. She wanted them out. She wanted her libido under control. She wanted to think straight and to have her light body back. She wanted herself back and to try and forget the swollen sex crazed creature she had allowed herself to devolve into.
A wave of exhaustion washed over her like a heat wave, and she didnāt want to move. But she knew she needed to be ready. She had promised him that today she would finally start getting things together and the house would be cleaned. They had made a pact last night as they finally calmed down on their soaked sheets that they would do better and have more control over themselves.They were even going to get the nursery ready on Saturday. She leaned forward bending her knees to stand, and the edge of her chair softly clipped her exposed and engorged clit. There was no pain, but she cringed before she even felt the bolt rush between her legs. Suddenly she was leaking down her aching thighs. She could feel the moisture coating her lips, her legs moving easily against each other as her natural lubrication entered overdrive.
Pressing both palms against the oak table, she tried to steady herself, one breeze away from collapsing with the hunger in her sex. Her knees bent as she pushed back against the desire she felt.
āI canāt be like this. I canāt let myself react this way.ā She thought for the millionth time.
Remembering the rough, delicious romp that brought her here, running over the memory of him pumping his cum into her unprotected cunt, she dropped a hand to her clit. Her arm circles around the globe, stretching, stretching a little more. Slowly, She rotated two fingers in circles. Her belly bumped up against the table edge gently. Her head dropped back as her lips parted with a gasp. Her other hand caressing the top of her stomach. āYour daddy do this to me,ā She thought. āYour daddy made me this way. And I like-ā
She heard his car pulling up and parking outside. She turned quickly as she could and began slowly waddling her way across the room to retrieve some pants, shorts, a skirt - anything. The engine turns off. A door opens, slams. And the softer sound of gravel under boots. She is still bottomless, her chest heaving with desire, her face flushed, and her pussy drenched. She had wasted another day going from one extreme to another. Moping and feeling sorry for herself or unable to keep her hands off of her own body.
David entered and saw her there. Without realizing what he was doing he took in a deep breath, smelling her pheromones permeating the air. His hand instinctively went to the crotch of his jeans and he had to fight himself to pull it away. āGod that smellā he thought. It was everywhere now. That deep earthy musky scent that made it hard to think. It had gotten steadily worse as Abby entered the third trimester and it seeped off of her in waves. āSheās just started her ninth month. What will it be like in a week? Two?ā David thought as he silently put down the grocery bags on the kitchen counter. āWill we be nothing more than animals fucking each other raw?ā. He began to put away the items he purchased for the two of them. Soon to be four. āAnd what about the twins if we keep up like this? What if I canāt help myself and hurt her or send her into labor when sheās not ready?ā David looked towards Abby who was stretching as best she could with her hands on the small of her back. The massive dome of her belly shot out into the air. New angry red stretch marks had appeared and he could see the veins in the taut firm skin. āWhat if she begs me to stop but I wonāt because I can literally feel her contracting around my cock?ā David groaned at the idea as he felt himself twitch in his pants. It was almost like he could feel the weight of his full testicles sitting on his warm thigh. It was starting to hurt. David tried to focus by looking at their home and any hopes he had for normalcy were put out. Half of the clothes which he had washed were still sitting in the basket while the rest had been thrown all over in a frenzy. āShe couldnāt find anything comfortable to wearā he noted. Dishes still sat untouched and stacked on the kitchen counter and sink. The kitchen floor was covered in crumbs and take out boxes sat untouched by the mounting garbage bags. Random ādebrisā was everywhere. Items they had knocked over and slammed into when they tore into each other were still strewn about. She hadnāt done anything all day. They made each other a promise and she hadnāt done a god damned thing. He knew it was dumb to get angry about how the place looked when her body was being put through hell but he needed anywhere else to go to avoid the lustful thoughts that were setting their hooks in him.
He almost started to shout in frustration (mostly at his own lack of control) and he stopped dead in his tracks when he looked at her. She had tears welling up in her eyes as she stood there, feet aching from the weight. āIām sorryā she trembled as her left hand caressed her massive belly. The other hand was below her belly with a mind of its own. Her fingers running through the dark thicket that grown wild and taken over. āI donāt want to be like thisā She whimpered as a tear ran down her cheek. Her dark nipples were rock hard and poking through the soggy material of her tank top. Without even thinking what he was doing, David went to her. His cock was already throbbing in his pants.
I donāt think Iāve ever met a āftmā who didnāt have a breeding fetish. Even when trying to deny her biology, girls are still obsessed with their own femininity. Throwing themselves at the feet of real men, practically begging to be domesticated.
This is so true, even the most masculine ftm can't deny the true purpose of that leaky pussy you have between your legs
something about the word āseedingā šµāš«šµāš« need to get seeded so badly
Female Link Friday - Cow 01
fakeboys are so extra hot to me nnnnnggggh
like trans guys are drool worthy but the combination of hairy "guys" wearing boxers while emphasizing their massive porn tits and dripping pussy and fat ass is so hottttt
getting a boner looking at milky hairy fakeboy breasts nbghhhh hnnnngggg fap fuel
jerking while thinking of licking fakeboy happy trail down to her pussyyyyy
Drop them tiddies on us š®āšØš
iām trying to make you worse. iām trying to convince you that dyking out is hot. that you should be getting off to your own conversion therapy
little boy spasming on his mom's cock, cunt sopping wet and well-trained from years of being gaslit and raped shown the full extent of her love. his mom is harder than ever, wearing a vibrating cock ring so it buzzes against his plump clit with every balls deep thrust. she readjusts so she can fuck his cervix, cock ring steady on his angry little button. the expression on his face, completely void of any higher-level processing, eyes rolled back, drool streaking his chin and neck from the blowjob he gave her earlier -- she can't believe her own child looks like that. she's never gonna be able to not think about it when she's alone and stroking her clit.
she's glad she decided to set up the camera tonight. usually she uses her phone to film herself plowing his cunt, but with the tripod set up she can get her hands all over her boy while recording all of his cute, squirmy orgasms. he's been cumming so hard tonight too -- working that heart plug into his ass was a great idea alongside the ring. the kid doesn't know what to do with himself.
she's just grateful that she has the willpower to not immediately flood his womb with her load while feeling his drenched pussy grip her clit. still, she's struggling a bit the longer they make love -- each time he starts shaking and thanking her for another orgasm, she has to seat herself balls deep and stay completely still. the combination of the vibrations, his cunt having something thick and throbbing to suckle on, and his asshole clenching around the bejeweled plug is clearly distracting him enough from the break in his mother's pace, though. just to cover all her bases, she's leaned down so she can kiss him whenever she stops, and she switches to more of a slow grind once she calms down. he's definitely cumming more than he can think about it.
he's starting to choke on air, eyes totally white now, convulsing violently as his cervix struggles and slurps at her tip, and that's her cue to pull out to give him a break. she groans at the nasty, creamy noise of her cock sliding out, chuckling at how he squeals and squirts hard on her exiting length. they're still connected, his plump, young cunt fucked open obscenely. she really doesn't know how he's managed to take all of her over the months -- she's much bigger than most women. the kid's a natural-born whore.
"...mom," he manages, whole body shaking. she swallows down a strangled, short moan at the sight of cream drooling from his clenching hole, gripping her cock for a moment just to stroke its whole length right in front of his broken-in pussy. "yeah, kiddo?" she grunts, feeling her balls tighten up.
"why're you...why'm i getting fucked like this?" he whines, and she pauses, letting out a short, overwhelmed huff as she freezes, trying not to shoot ropes over his visibly throbbing clit at the words alone. holy fuck.
"'m sorry, baby," she says, feeling a little guilty, which is an emotion she admittedly doesn't feel all that often when she's dicking her boy down. but looking at his teary eyes, his puffy, teased nipples, how his lower half still trembles like she's still actively demolishing his boycunt...a tiny bit of sympathy creeps into her brain despite the delicious heat sinking further into her body. "mom's almost done. you think you can cum a few more times for me?"
she's already slipping back inside, not waiting for an answer. she sighs as she feels that incredible slide and her tip already squishing against his cervix. when he tries to open his lidded eyes, she can see how he's struggling to keep them uncrossed. "icann'tt," he attempts, but she's already forcing him right open, grinding her sensitive head into that tight pucker.
"doesn't matter," she mutters, angling her hips so he has nowhere to escape from the vibrator again, feeling up the soft peaks of his little tits. "take your breeding."
he frantically holds onto her forearms as she thumbs at his nipples, legs askew and kept apart by her body in between them as she digs deep inside him, and she rumbles in approval. poor fuckin' kid. the noises coming out of him are more akin to small, scared prey. it's incredibly erotic paired with the filthy noises coming from his traumatized conditioned happy pussy. she's so glad she decided to start raping spoiling her kid like this -- this is the best stress relief she's discovered in years. he clearly likes it too -- his underwear is almost always ruined when she does his laundry. he clearly can't get his mom's clit out of his head, even at school. even then, his grades are better, more consistent, and he's made far more friends this year than he usually does. her baby's been glowing. seems like he just needed some momcock to break him out of his shell.
he's already cumming when she bottoms out, a broken, pretty moan stuttering out of her as she feels her balls pulse hard against the cold metal of his plug. she grins, a breathy laugh spilling out of her when he wraps his legs tighter around her with every spurt of her fertile seed. a panicked, fucked-out mommyyy slips from his tightened vocal cords and a grunt escapes her, cock twitching with how hard he's clenching around her. maybe she...shouldn't enjoy this as much as she does, but that just makes it even hotter.
as she works her load into him, she watches him buck up against her with a tight grip still on her arms. the way he's looking at her is so maddeningly innocent, more than a touch of fear there, contrasted with his drooling, dominated pussy. he's practically daring her to keep fucking him full of cum. her cock jerks inside of him at the thought.
fuck. with the rate his breasts are growing...she's really gonna have to start wearing a condom soon.
There is literally nothing wrong with folding a fakeboy up like a pretzel and using its body as a fucktoy. They love it, actually
i looooove when fakeboys have big childrearing hips because theres nothing they can do about it. no surgery that makes it so your ass doesnt sway when you walk. even if you get top surgery everyone can tell what you were built for by your wobbling ass and fat pussy and wide mommy hips. you might as well crawl around on your knees with how obviously you need to be bred
Absolutely incredible situation playing out in my DMs tonight. Two conversations happening at the same time, each one with a fakeboy who started it by sending me nudes (one of her amazing childbearing hips, the other of her enormous binder-busters) and confessing that she was a virgin who was terrified of being pregnant but couldn't stop thinking about being fucked full of cum.
One of those conversations just started today: I got to follow along in real time as the big-titted one gave into the needs the T gave her, and found out just how quickly you can go on Grindr and find men willing to empty their balls into you. She's probably getting fucked bare as I write this.
The other one, though... we've been talking for a while, and she already lost her virginity a couple weeks ago - to a man she met on Grindr. In the fourth message she ever sent me, a few months ago, she told me "i canāt even imagine getting pregnant." She was messaging me to tell me she was pregnant, and might keep it.
Isn't it perfect? One frightened little "boy" who can't control herself going off to spread her legs for a stranger for her first time, and another seeing the natural result. Cause and effect; present and future. One girl after another finding her place in the world.
Update: the birthing-hips one decided to keep it, and the one with the udders thinks she might have been ovulating - and is arranging to be gangbanged bare, so there'll be plenty more chances if she wasn't.
Happy first weekend of Pride Month, girls. Wouldn't it be so easy to spend it becoming just like them?
Second update, one month later: the big-titted one is pregnant, too.
