THIS IS A DETRANS PATRIARCHY KINK BLOG! ONLY FOR KINK PURPOSES
Nyx, 26. i’m a needy little thing constantly thinking of having my mouth full and my brain turned off 🖤
reminder i’m very much bisexual and in a happy polyamorous relationship with @pliablebunny she’s my #evil girlfriend 🩷
DMs are open but i’m inconsistent since i have a life and this is just a side thing
FOR CISHET DOMS: i’ll make you jump through fire hoops before even considering being compliant so think twice before texting me a random boring fantasy
Asks are welcome and much appreciated, tho i’m slow getting to them
will NOT send pics so don’t even try 🔪 also please please PLEASE no unsolicited dick pics, if you send me any it’s an instant block
all of this is fantasy! these kinks should only be explored between informed, consenting individuals!
ALSO DO NOT IGNORE THE IMPORTANCE OF AFTERCARE
made this side blog to explore some complicated kinks for me, since irl i’m a non binary person and use he/him pronouns, but i also haven’t had any surgeries so i still have big tiddies and a dripping pussy 🩷
Main kinks:
hucow / chest growth / lactation
Mommy kink (here is where my gf comes in)
dumbification/bimbofication
degradation
free use
detrans kink (tied with misogyny and patriarchy kinks)
cnc / rape play
breeding and impregnation
dacryphilia
monsterfucking but i’ll try to keep it to my main blog
LIMITS
Watersports, scat, gun play, actual bigotry/misogyny/homophobia, permanent damage, also i’m extremely iffy about my privacy so careful
REMEMBER I’M STILL VERY MUCH A PERSON AND NOT INTERESTED IN PEOPLE IGNORING MY BOUNDARIES.
big fakeboy boobies <33 udders they can't hide no matter how hard they try <33 fat jiggling binder stretching jugs perfect for fucking and sucking and slapping and squeezing and
awe, don't be dysphoric. i love the way your pussy feels, babe. i love when you're all wet, lubed up, and slick. i love feeling your warm, soft pussy lips and cute little clit. i love sliding my fingers in and out of your cunt and feeling your walls squeeze around them. i love rubbing you silly and feeling the slip and slide of your pussy against my fingers. i love those slick, wet noises it makes. fuck, i love your girly little pussy so much, princess.
Heyyy dont laugh at me! I swear I'm a trans guy! Yeah it says she/her in my bio but just because someone made me. Thats all, not because it makes me a girl. I only act slutty and think about cock all the time because of the hormones, not because I'm just a dumb girl. I only wear bras and panties at home because theyre just more comfortable around my curves, they look prettier. I swear I'm a guy- its normal for guys to get wet from acting like a cock obsessed girl right? Why is everyone looking at me like I just said something ridiculous?
I immediately clock "him" from across the bar. Even with his work uniform, I can see the bulge of the binder trying (and failing) to hide her tits. The unmistakable curve of hips made to bear children.
She's not supposed to drink on the job, but it's a slow night, so with a little flirting and insistence, she's matching me shot for shot as fast as she can pour them.
Before too long she's clocked out and I'm kissing her in the elevator, groping her tits through her binder on the way up to my room. She tries to protest of course, weak pleas of "no don't touch me there I'm a boy, it makes me dysphoric" but she's moaning into my kisses and trying to grind her cunt against my thigh. Besides what kind of boy gets her nipples pierced if her tits make her dysphoric?
She drags me to my room telling me how "hard" and desperate she is, but all I see when strips, throws herself to the bed and spreads her legs is her soaking wet cunt. She's too needy to ask if I have a condom, she makes me promise to pull out. I lie and tell her I will, she's too drunk to remember this in the morning anyway.
i keep posting stuff along the lines of being dominated by men and enjoying feeling inferior but the more i get texts from cishet doms the more it sets in that this is all a charade because the only people i trust to DM me sexual stuff are women and queer people
I love the idea of being turned into a hucow for profit for some one who detransed me.
Theh assure me at first that they "totally" see me as a guy, they just like the way my chest feels in their hands.
That hey, plenty of guys like nipple play, I bet with that mindset it wouldn't be dysphoric.
I like petplay right? Yeah, it's huge in the gay men's community, let's try something new. Put on the cowbell, it's all fun roleplay.
Of course they call me good girl when they hooked me up to the machine, dairy cows are girls after all, it's just pretend.
Eventually all this "roleplay" actually induces lactation from all the stimulation. My tits are huge and needy, I can't even bind anymore. Anyone on the streets can tell I'm a girl, and I'm pulled to the side by my detranser multiple times a day to milk me, groping my tits and calling me good girl all the whole. Eventually they only call me good girl.
Eventually I'm being milked so often I'm "in scene" more often than I'm not, that it's more like me pretending to be a boy is the scene. My detranser talks in the few times I'm clear headed about how much money selling my milk has made them, how it was such a good idea to find my and fix my delusions of being a man, and before I start to protest they start playing with my tits, putting me in that hazy headed place I got during "scenes"
"good girl," they tell me, and I don't protest.
They start constantly affirming my girlhood, and before I can properly protest I'm being groped and fondled, or hooked up to a breast pump, and they're whispering what a good girl I am and how pretty I look when I'm making them money. Eventually, I start to realize they're right. I am just a girl, with heavy tits to be played with and milked, and a cunt to breed.
I stop trying to be a boy, replacing my tshirts and jeans with low cut tops and skirts, dressing in a way that shows off my udders. They grope me in public all the time and let their friends touch me too. After all, I'm not a person, I'm livestock, they can do whatever they want with me.
💜 What is your favourite fantasy involving detrans/misgen?
ooooo good question! there are a ton, honestly.
being detransed into someone's cow. being forced to carry a pregnancy and deciding to present as a woman for my own wellbeing before ending up having a chain of pregnancies until i give up on ever being seen as a man. being hypnotized to love my detransition. being kidnapped and raped pregnant by people who refuse to believe i could have ever considered myself a man. the list goes on. it's most of what i've been getting off to for the past... while. usually mixed in with another kink of mine like hucow or rape or hypno.
right now, detransition by a thousand cuts is really appealing to me, though. the slow, steady roll of change that i don't realize i'm embracing until it's too late.
i want someone else to slowly, lovingly convince me to detrans, especially someone else with a detrans kink. maybe i'm hesitant at first, just doing what they want me to because it can't hurt, and it turns me on. what's the harm in dressing more fem? styling my hair differently? shaving more often? but over time, they keep pushing me just a bit further, challenging me. it becomes a game. what can i tolerate doing for them? wearing bras sometimes, then most days, then every day. shaving every day. wearing makeup, skirts, dresses.
they always make sure to mention how beautiful i am. how hot they find me dressed up like this, shaved. how it's so nice to have me on their arm in public when i look like this. never directly speaking negatively of my masculinity or ways that i'm presenting more masculine, but just praising the feminine aspects that i'm embracing. i feel uncomfortable but hot every time they praise those parts of me, especially while they fuck me.
they sit me down one day after we've had a lot of back and forth about testosterone, but never a full conversation. when they ask me why i still need it, i tell them i like the way it makes me feel, that i like the way people look at me when they think i'm a man, how strong i am. they point out that people will still see me as strong, still likely see me as a man if i decide to present that way. but they want me to really feel in touch with my body, with the beauty of my femininity. they want to feel my curves and know that the only thing in my body is me. they want to experience me in the full glory of estrogen.
i hesitantly point out that i'm still me on testosterone, just a little hairier, stronger, rougher. they tell me they know. and that they want to see what else there is in me. they want me to go off for a while and see how i feel. i've been enjoying myself and the challenges we've been doing. i don't want the compliments to end. they've complimented more and more the feminine things i do, while the masculinity receives barely a whisper. i crave their attention. i also crave the challenge of seeing if i can keep up with these challenges in my presentation while off t, and seeing how pretty i can get for them.
i agree to pause my testosterone for a while and check back in a few months. my partner seems so fixated on me that night, telling me how good i am, how right this all is, how perfect i'll be now that i'm embracing my true self, and i love the attention.
we keep playing our game as the weeks and months go by that i'm off of testosterone. i haven't used a binder in months, and have been so excited about how much they love my tits when i wear a lacy push-up bra, so i've been wearing them a lot. the way i feel in a skirt is so fun, and i wear a flowy one at least once a week. when they suggest i start painting my nails to fit the aesthetic i was going for, i get excited and agreed.
i consider myself a gender non-conforming man, and people start using different pronouns for me, or asking. my partner encourages me to change my pronouns on my social medias, since i'm trying to be casual and chill about gender. they point out that i wanted to embrace different things, and this is one of them. i change my social medias to they/them and start letting friends know i'm using different pronouns. my partner makes sure to pay special attention to my tits that night, calling me beautiful, telling me they're so glad that i haven't been squishing my tits down like i used to.
they keep pushing me in little ways, trying to help me see what all i can do. we've worked on a lot of ways to deal with anxiety and dysphoria and remind myself that it's not the end of the world if someone thinks of me in a way different than i think of myself. we work on coping strategies for any discomfort. and we keep going.
we play a lot with the idea of detransitioning me when we fuck, the concept of turning me into a girl, even though they tell me that it'll only go as far as i want it. they want to indulge in our shared lactation kink, and i start pumping for them. in the following months, my tits plump up even more than they already have off of t, and i feel so strangely happy about it. so content with how my body is changing. i know i'm still valid as whatever gender i am. and it's so fun to be feminine.
i get complimented so, so much now. i remember how good it feels to have women treat you like one of them, the compliments and smiles. i start trying to train my voice, because sometimes it comes out in a way that doesn't really fit my aesthetic. they ask if i want to change my pronouns to reflect how i seem to be feeling sometimes- maybe she/they? it feels like almost too far of a jump to do she/they instead of they/she, but they look so pleased by the idea, and i want to make them happy. want them to tell me i've done well.
my socials change again, and i let my friends know too. my partner seems almost feral with me that night, telling me how good i am, how beautiful it is to see me happy in my womanhood. it gives me a little twinge inside but simultaneously makes me so, so horny.
after a year off of testosterone, and almost as long without wearing any of my men's clothes, they gently ask if i'm ready to donate them. they note how i don't really seem to like them anymore, that we don't really have the closet space. i look longingly at the clothes, the remnants of a past time. my partner tells me that if i donate them, we can buy me something new and cute to accentuate my milky tits. i feel a pang of discomfort at discarding my old life, but they lead me through it with gentle, loving guidance. it'll feel so good to just let it go. i don't wear those clothes, i don't need them.
we go the next morning to donate them together, and they feel up my tits in the car before we leave, telling me how gorgeous i am and how good of a decision this was. that i'm so good, such a good girl. and being called a girl no longer gives a feeling of wrongness. it feels like it fits, because i've spent over a year changing everything about how i present and how i interact, embracing what femininity has to offer. i've taken their game and run with it and even if i feel like a boy sometimes, or like something that isn't a girl, i can also be a good girl at the same time.
i want to be a good girl.
i realize that with an ache in my chest, an almost sinking realization. but the sinking is akin to floating, after a second. i am a good girl.
after another few months of me living this new life, so changed, we agree that it's finally time for me to get knocked up. they've wanted to impregnate me for so long, but it's never been the right time with our lives. we finally have everything in order.
i discontinue my birth control and we go after each other hungrily. they use me like their perfect little toy and all i can do is take everything they give me. they tell me how badly they want me to be the mother of their children, just a good knocked up whore for them. that i'll look so fucking hot as a pregnant woman, swollen and soft from their seed.
as they finally fuck me full of cum, they growl how i'll always be a good girl for them now, how i'll never go back to being a man, that this is the rest of my life. they bring me to my own climax afterward while making me yell how i'll be their perfect girl forever, how i'll always love being a girl for them. it's the hardest i've ever cum.
as we cuddle in bed afterward, i silently go to change my social medias to she/her, and text my friends to update my pronouns one last time. my partner just smiles and rubs my abdomen.
just sent my partners a video of me toying with my tits and titfucking my dildo and he came to it and i really wish it had been in my pussy because i feel so empty so needy so ready for his huge, veiny cock 🩷
Breast expansion is sooooo hot for a trans fakeboy. Good luck trying to pass off as a guy when your tits are bursting through your shirt. Especially if it includes lactation. All fakeboys like me should have their tits balloon up so everyone knows they're just slutty girly cows wanting to be groped
