Just Passing By

I’m 23 and live in America. That’s it.

[reorientation]

This is all a 100% true story that I have nowhere to share.

A few months ago I started dating this guy. Very nice cis man a few years older than me. He took me out on a date. We started texting more and more afterwards and opened up about kinks. I didn’t share my detrans kink right away.

I forget how it came about, if he mentioned it first or if I did but one day it came up. Well he realized how turned on it made me and jumped into it head first.

During normal conversations he made references to me being a woman. He would say “how’s my girl doing?” When I woke up in the morning. It all made me guilty but disgustingly horny. When I had to fill out forms with my birth sex on them I sent him pics.

He changed my name in his phone to my deadname. He told me he would never fuck me as a man ever again. Every single time we fucked he called me a woman. I started shaving my body, wearing lingerie under my clothes for him.

Anyways it didn’t work out for other reasons and he dumped me but wow was that fun

Aww, this one is just sweet. You start dating a nice guy, you open up to him about what your cunt really needs, and he treats you like the slutty girl that you are.

My favorite part about this, actually, is the forms. Because it shows off one of the best things about fakeboys: even the most mundane reminders of what you are can get you wet. Some girls need wine and roses and soft beds; some girls put down an "F" on paperwork and are instantly ready to be fucked full of cum on a hard floor.

Why would he have ever fucked you "as a man", when just telling you what you are made you a desperate little bitch for him?

[reorientation]

Shared in a follow-up ask:

I wanted to get a little more in depth about what we did.

At first I told him I only wanted to do the detrans kink part of the time and he agreed. However, he did confess that he thought it would be very exciting to do it all the time.

Little by little he began wearing down my mind. If I forgot something obvious he would blame it on my “girl brain”. When I made a joke I was his “crazy woman”.

What did it for me was how casual and confident he was. He called me a woman, the opposite of my identity, as if he was commenting on the weather. It was as though my years of transition and hard work were just nothing. The worst part was how much I enjoyed it. I was slipping off to my bedroom throughout my day to make myself cum.

The horniness became more and more overwhelming until I stopped telling him I needed emotional breaks from the kink.

He noticed, and told me how happy he was that I was more comfortable with myself. I had shared with him pictures of me pre transition in college and he sent them to me telling me I was so beautiful in them. He said he couldn’t wait for me to get back to that and how happy he was to be able to help. It was all so caring and degrading.

At his house I told him I wanted to wrestle him and prove I was stronger. He laughed at me sweetly and agreed. Anyways one moment I was on my feet and the next I was flat on my back with my legs over his shoulders hahaha. I did genuinely try my best to fight back but it was kind of shocking how easy he overpowered me. He knew he was a lot stronger than me so did it gently by firm as to not hurt me. My pants were pulled down and he choked me while he fished his cock out and….well you know the rest.

I think it was that experience that really solidified in my mind I was not a man. Even the guys I’ve messaged with after the breakup have made references to my small and delicate nature even if I never mentioned my detrans kink.

Next he began calling me by my deadname more. My real name, my legal name. In a matter of days it was all he called me, whispering it in my ear even around my friends. He showed me how he changed my name in his phone.

We went out with my friends and he pulled me into a club bathroom and fucked me. All while calling me his girl and I confessed to him out loud over and over that I was a woman and would never pretend to be a man again. It was the most turned on I’ve ever been.

He pulled me aside three time that night to breed my pussy. Each time he just pulled up my pants and we went back to the party.

Anyways I just thought I’d share that haha. Haven’t been able to cum even months after we last saw each other without thinking about how I’m a woman.

The first ask was fun, but this is so much better. 🖤

I love that the thing that really made you his woman was... casual misogyny. Again, some girls would be upset at their boyfriend implying they were ditzy and emotional because of their sex - but not you! You'd fought so hard to be a man, and so him telling you that you were a silly girl was just one defeat layered on another, and that just made you need to find somewhere private to rub your girl brains out.

The wrestling, though: that's classic. It's so funny that fakeboys truly don't understand how different they are from men. Believing the lies you tell yourself that you're basically a man, I guess? But it's hard to keep up that lie when you're fighting as hard as you can, and he's trying his best to be gentle, and you still end up on your back with your dripping pussy spread wide open.

It's a shame he didn't keep you around to finish what he started - but on the other hand, he gave a gift to the straight men of the world. Every time you come, now, you're training yourself. Getting more and more desperate for a man who'll just tell you the truth. Getting easier and easier to conquer, until you're a better whore than any girl who never tried to be something she's not.

[reorientation]

Hi, I’m the anon who sent the two posts about dating a guy who was really into misgendering/detrans, the one who I sent pictures of the forms with my birth sex on them.

I have an update/confession that’s been a long time coming for me. I’m about to start (particularly) detransitioning in real life. I never in a million years thought I would actually do this, but here we are I guess. (Boring out of kink/fantasy explanation: I realized I’m more non binary than a trans man)

But yeah I cancelled a top surgery consultation! Im going to go on a microdose of T moving forward rather than a full dose. I’m sure in the future I’ll be off it completely but to be honest I really really enjoy how horny it makes me.

I’m going to work my way up to wearing less masculine clothes and go in the gender neutral or leaning more feminine cut route.

Here’s my favorite part of all this: over the last few months I’ve been contemplating doing this I’ve started to actually not hate my appearance anymore. Self esteem was and is a HUGE struggle for me. I would wear the baggiest clothes I could find not want to be seen.

But here’s the thing: I’ve worked hard for my body and I want to be proud of it. I’m in the gym all the time or hiking. I have a small frame, cute perky a cup tits, and a nice bubble butt. I have a feminine heart shaped face with big eyes and small shapely feminine lips.

I’m extremely grateful for this kink community because through my sexuality I’m finally embracing my body instead of being hateful towards myself.

The guy I was seeing was also a huge step for me. He made me see that there was absolutely nothing wrong with my femininity and I’m thankful.

Now, here’s the strangest part: I used to be very very against having children and being pregnant but my mind is changing. I have no idea why. Biological clock maybe? But I can honestly see myself having kids for the right man. I’m confused by how ok I am with it. I actually kind of crave it.

In real life, if I meet a good strong man who treats me right and we get married, I can honestly say I would bear his children.

Crazy, huh?

I want a more traditional relationship anyways, always have. I want to be submissive to a male. It’s just a matter of finding one.

Anyways I’m happy. I’m very nervous to see people’s reactions when they start noticing. Nervous and excited is how I feel.

(Previously)

Well, first off: awwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

Congratulations, Anon! That's very brave, and we're all very excited for you.

It's genuinely lovely to hear that this kink made you see that there's nothing wrong with your body, nothing wrong with your femininity, nothing wrong with the idea of getting pregnant and bearing children for a man. That you're happily detransitioning, having found a path that suits you better.

It's also, though, very hot how you got here. That this sweet appreciation of your femininity was achieved by a man pulling you into a club bathroom to fuck you full of cum while you promised you'd stop pretending. That he reminded you how weak you are, and you cancelled your top surgery. That he called you by your real name and mocked you for your "girl brain", and now you know that you would have a man's babies.

You're living out the dreams of half the girls reading this, you know. Because when he treated you like that, you didn't just come, you changed. You let the lessons sink in, until being a woman stopped feeling like play.

Isn't it beautiful, how that man made you a woman again? Of course, as in pregnancy, the real work happened inside you - but he planted the seed for it.

How many of the "boys" reading this right now are right where you used to be - just in need of the right man, to give them the right push?

[reorientation]

Double triple checking that this is on anon lol. I've followed for ages, always kinda smirking at the sluts who went out and got fucked raw. I'd never do that, my god, what if I got knocked up? Hell to pay.

I'm ftm. I've been on T for a year. In that time I have been meticulously, carefully restrained. I haven't slept with anyone. I haven't had a period all year, so I assume I'm reasonably infertile. But.

I downloaded grindr this week. Immediately I was swarmed with messages. Most were off-putting, some creepy, some lazy, some baffling. But by the end of that afternoon, I had plans.

I met a guy. He was twice my age. Picked me up from a bus stop and fucked me in the backseat of his car, raw. He came inside me so hard, I could feel every pulse and throb, and it felt so fucking good I almost came just from that.

Then another guy the next morning. Quick pump n dump, left me oozing his cum onto my bedsheets.

And then another that night. Except this one took me on a date, said we'd use condoms, and then we both decided better of it when we realised we both have a massive breeding kink. He pumped five loads into me that night, staying nice and deep as long as he could each time he finished. I came around his cock more times than I could count, it was so fucking hot.

The earliest doctors appointment I can get to try and sort out some birth control is two weeks away. I'm hooked now. I want to take cock and cum every day.

My self control is gone. I'm scared to test. What if I'm pregnant? What if a couple of days of horny stupidity have ruined me? How will I look anyone in the eye? I'm only 22. I'd have to drop my degree and become an owned little whore. I'm slightly terrified, and I can't stop touching myself thinking about being a cumdump for strange men. It's so awful and so, so hot.

God, I love the stupid sluts who start out by telling themselves that they'll never be like all the other stupid sluts.

Let me get this right: the very first time you got fucked after starting T, you let a total stranger empty his balls into your unprotected pussy. And within at most 36 hours, you'd taken seven loads of cum from three different guys.

You were so restrained, weren't you? For a whole year. Until you took a man inside you, and became a feral breeding bitch.

I wonder why that self-control finally broke. What do you think might have been happening inside your "reasonably infertile" womb, when you decided to download that app? What internal drive might have pushed you to go from celibacy to being a good little pussy?

I hope you stay too afraid to test, sweetheart. I hope you can only soothe your anxiety about being pregnant by finding new men to fuck you full of cum.

I hope you rub yourself senseless thinking about your belly swelling until everyone who looks at you knows what a stupid slut you've been - and the next girl swears that she'll never be like you.

[reorientation]

The anon that downloaded Grindr and took seven loads in less than two days, back again. The list is up to seven men now. And I stopped counting how many loads I'd taken.

One man, the most recent, was old enough to be my dad - older, in fact, than my actual dad. He had kids older than me. He picked me up in a break between uni classes, filled me up again and again, grinding the fat head of his breeder cock against my cervix. I came on his cock so many times while he used his cum as lube to fuck another load into me.

At one point, I came at the same time he did. I felt like I could actually feel my cervix sucking up the cum that my walls were milking out of him.

Another time, he had me on my hands and knees, his cock stuffed into me, my tits swinging below me. He stopped pounding into me long enough to grope and tease my nipples until I came just from that, grunted that I was like the ultimate fleshlight as my body clenched around him, and went back to fucking me as I collapsed.

At one point, he growled in my ear that I was such a good girl for taking daddy's cock like that. I hadn't told him I have a misgendering kink. That almost made me cum then and there.

He told me I'm the best, and youngest, pussy he's ever had.

He dropped me back off at uni and I swear I could feel the weight of my womb, uncountable loads of his cum physically stretching it out. A guaranteed pregnancy, if it happens that I'm ovulating. I wouldn't know. I have no way to know.

Only four new men, in the ten days since you sent me that first anon? You're slowing down! It was a new one every twelve hours, when you started.

Not that it makes much of a difference, in practice. It takes one man, and one load of cum, to make you a mommy. I just think it would be funny if you literally couldn't remember all the men who might have gotten you pregnant.

That last man, though, might be the perfect one. "He has kids older than me" is another way to put "he fertilized a girl before I was even born" - and now he might have done it again.

You're born with all your eggs, you know. They're formed while you're still in utero. I wonder if his sperm just found an egg that formed inside you while one of his first children was growing in their mother's womb.

And it's so entertaining every time when a girl is shocked - shocked almost into orgasm - that a man calls her a girl while buried balls-deep in her pussy, because she didn't ask him to. A man who's seen what his seed can do to a woman, who's fucking your unprotected pussy full of another load after you milked his cock while coming just from his hands squeezing your breasts - what else would he call you? Unless it's "good little breeding bitch."

[reorientation]

Re: the last anon I sent (cumdump anon, Grindr anon, idk what name to claim).

There's a weird mental game going on, where taking a fresh load pushes the deadline back. Like if it's been a week, and I should probably test to see if I'm knocked up, then I'll take another load to reset the clock. After all, if it's this fresh seed that takes, the test won't show that for at least a week if not more. No point wasting a test.

Oh my god, this is so fucking cute.

Of course this is how you should think about it. After all, the only thing that matters is if you're definitely not pregnant, right? That's the only information you want to know. And if you've just taken a fresh load of cum, a negative result wouldn't tell you that! It would only tell you if you weren't pregnant from one of the loads you'd taken weeks ago - ancient history, practically. So why even bother?

And since you don't have periods anymore, you have no idea when your unsafe time is, or if you even have one. You don't have anything to miss, to tell you that something might have changed. You only have the question of "did this one get me pregnant" - which you just keep having to ask yourself, over and over and over again. As long as you keep spreading your legs to take cum in your unprotected pussy, and we both know you won't stop.

[reorientation]

As much as I like being able to turn a "boy" into a good little cow who squirts milk every time she hears a baby cry just by having an orgasm inside her, there is something appealing about breeding a fakeboy who's had top surgery.

Because you really tried, didn't you? You tried so hard to escape your femininity that you had your chest cut open. It's not quick, or cheap, or easy to get surgery like that. It leaves scars.

But you only escaped the symbol, not the substance. Someone glancing at the shape of your clothed body might mistake you for a man, now - and you thought that was what was important. You thought the way you presented yourself to the world was what really mattered.

But your female body is still ready to make babies. All that potential is still there, underneath what a stranger might see.

All I have to do is fuck my seed into you, to make you conceive and carry and give birth. Because you changed your appearance, but not your destiny.

[reorientation]

I got four anons in rapid succession after posting that last ask from our correspondent who, after a year of abstinence, downloaded Grindr and immediately started getting her unprotected pussy fucked full of cum by a series of men - who I've dubbed stupid slut anon, from her first post. Let's take them as a group.

god that ask makes me so fucking sad that the grindr in my area sucks i want to get bred so bad

What an extremely funny position to be in. You want to get fucked raw by strangers until you might be growing a baby, and the thing that's stopping you is that a hookup app doesn't have enough options on the menu. You know that you don't need a smartphone to spread your legs, don't you? If you don't know how, I'm sure you could find someone to do it for you.

there's someone in my area on scruff that uses the compass emoji as his name and every time i see him a part of me hopes it's you and we meet for a hookup and you start calling me a good girl and pumping me full of your cum

Alas, I'm not on any of those apps myself (and hadn't even heard of that one before) - it'll take a little more than that for you to become a mommy to my babies. I'm flattered, though.

I'm non binary and I've never wanted kids, but for the last few years I haven't been able to stop getting off to the thought of being pregnant. I'm terrified of the responsibility, but I just know that if I find someone to fuck a baby into me I won't be able to do anything but let myself grow. I want to go through with it more every day.

Sometimes you can just feel evolution thrumming underneath all our layers of modernity, like a beating heart. You have a gender identity that most people alive haven't even heard of, and you have a womb that's desperate to be bred. You think of raising children as a terrifying thing that rewrites your life, but you know that if there was one growing inside of you, you'd just accept your fate.

Which just leaves the actual mating, and there's the same story there, too. You're reading this on a device of unimaginable power and complexity - and one of its uses is making it very, very easy to find a man who will fill you with his seed.

hi there, ive been lurking on here for a long, long time, admittedly, and ive been having a really hard struggle with my self control, constantly finding people in my area, men, in my area who would love to breed me, and i tell them that i have a kink for it. That i have a breeding fetish. and yet, i keep backing out and not meeting with them, but i can feel my self control slipping. im so horny, im really so so horny. i need someone to tell me what to do, im very very good at following orders and i think i need someone to tell me straight, if i have to actually go get bred, get knocked up, and keep it.

It's very amusing that this whole anon is framed around your self-control, how you're barely holding on - and then you ask for orders, knowing perfectly well what I'll tell you. You know what you want to do; you just want it to be obedience, rather than weakness.

Do it, little breeding bitch. Spread your legs and conceive. Your womb is desperate to be filled, and you'll never be satisfied until it is. You were born to swell with a man's offspring, to grow heavy and give birth. You were meant to be a mommy, and raise his legacy.

And it'll be so, so easy - at first. Nature made it so sweet to give in. Just let your body have what it needs, and you'll do what you were made to do.

[reorientation]

I finally took the plunge (haha) and got bred. I met this guy on Grindr and we hooked up once, then he wouldn’t stop messaging me asking if we could go again.

I said yes like an idiot and met him at a motel, which he paid for. We fucked and I felt him slip the condom off (I didn’t say anything because of how hot that is) and he came inside of me twice in an hour (I think?)

It felt so good to give my body what it so badly wanted.

A little less than a month later I’m throwing up most mornings, and my chest feels extremely sore so I take a test, and it’s positive.

I messaged him what happened and he sent a picture of his cock, so I went to his place for the first time.

He tied me up (he’s into that shit) and he came inside me multiple times, all while clutching my lower belly. I honestly think he wanted to get me pregnant, I’m not sure if I should keep it, I’m 4 months in and my state has a cutoff at around 5 months.. every time we meet he fucks me really good (cums inside each time) and asks about how the kid is so I don’t want to disappoint him.

Any ideas for how to proceed? My hips are already so wide so I think I’d be able to give birth easily. I just don’t know what to do, and I don’t want to stop seeing him for obvious reasons. I feel the baby kick every so often and it makes me so dysphoric.

God, little sluts like you are adorable. Four months pregnant by a stranger who knocked you up without your consent, and wondering whether you should give birth so you don't have to disappoint him. And looking for guidance from another strange man who wants you pregnant.

Does it really matter what I say, though? Just from the way you tell this story, it's obvious what an addict you've become for your baby daddy's cock. You say "I messaged him [that he'd gotten me pregnant by stealthing me] and he sent a picture of his cock, so I went to his place for the first time" - as if that's the most natural sequence of events in the world. He bred you, he wanted to fuck you again, so you went to his bed and spread your legs.

His little "accident" is already kicking its way to life inside of you. If you wait just a little longer, there'll be nothing you can do about it, except take his cum and wait to give birth. You're already rationalizing it - "I have such wide hips, it won't be that bad." (And they'll be wider before you're done.) Just take the easy option, don't do anything that'll upset your man, and before you know it, you'll be pushing out his baby.

You couldn't say no to start with - why would you start now?

[reorientation]

I've been a lurker here for a long time, but I think it's finally time to tell you. I'm sitting here with a massive 7 month pregnant belly in my lap, and getting off to this blog is what did it. With a little help from a Grindr hookup (or several) I finally fully detransitioned into the mommy I was meant to be, and it feels so good. Though everything has gotten a bit big to reach certain places if you know what I mean.

Seven months along and still in need of a remedial biology lesson, perhaps. Because getting off to this blog isn't what got you to where you are, little babymaker. The metaphors apply - when you were wet and vulnerable, my words penetrated you and planted a seed inside - but that isn't what made your belly swell.

You spread your legs and let real men fuck their cum into your pussy. Where it could find your egg, and fill your waiting womb. You gave in, and let your biology show you the difference between men and women.

I do love when a girl doesn't even know the father. It wasn't that a specific man wanted to make you bear his child, or even that you were tricked or coerced. You just finally realized that you needed to bear a man's child - and quickly found several.

I'm proud of you, little mama. You were born to conceive, and you did. You're the real kind of "FTM" now, back in your proper place.

[reorientation]

I know it’s only been four days since I asked what I should do, but I have an update.

I’m unfortunately keeping it, I went to the clinic to get an abortion and I was too far past the cutoff to get one. So naturally I called him up.

An hour later he was cumming in me again and talking about how much my tits would swell up, and how he had “turned me back to the right path”. We haven’t used a condom since he found out I was pregnant, and he got rid of them.

I’m scared for what this baby will do to my body, I’ll never be perceived as a guy again. Maybe I want that? He finally let me sleep over after we fucked, I heard him call his mom about me and he told her I was “pretty and smart” and now I just want to be that for him (and for my baby now I guess?)

He wants me to move into his place, which is nice, but he also wants me to quit my job and take care of housework “so when the baby comes you’ll have practice” he said it’s where I belonged.

On a different note I feel the baby kicking every so often, I got an app that tracks the pregnancy and my baby is the size of a carrot. My stomach is definitely noticeably swelled up, and I’m not sure how I thought I’d be able to get rid of it.

I thought I was three or four months along but I’m actually on the later end of five months. I looked back at old pictures of myself and my hips have noticeably widened, he grabs at them often when we fuck and it makes me feel so horny despite wanting to be a guy.

He also made me stop pursuing a T prescription, he said it would make me less attractive to him and I really want him to like me, so that’s off the table.

The sex is really good and I don’t think I’ll be having just one kid if it continues like this.

(Previously)

I really couldn't have hoped for a better follow-up than "I'm more pregnant than I thought, so it turns out I don't have a choice."

You didn't even know how long you were growing a baby. While your body did the most female thing it could possibly do, you pretended to be a boy and put off doing anything and didn't pay attention. And your reward for that is the inevitability of a nine-month belly, and birth.

It's so, so funny that this is how you spent your very first full night of the future father of your babies (plural), though. Dripping cum and losing your choice. The second time you ever saw him, you got fucked full of his seed in a motel because he decided to take the condom off and you were too wet to object, but the first time you got to fall asleep next to him was when you failed to not become the mother of his child.

I'm amazed you even tried, really. Because I've hardly ever seen a struggle this feeble. You're so scared that no one will ever see you as a man again, but you've already decided that T is "off the table" because your baby daddy thinks it'd make you look too mannish. You get needy every time you feel his hands on your widening hips. You went to an abortion clinic, and when you found out it was too late, you took more of your breeder's cum and started thinking about the next child.

You aren't just three months along, as you thought - but there is a four-month belly in your future. A year from now, maybe. When you're at home, cleaning and feeding the baby and spreading your legs for your man.

[breeding-coach]

Play stupid games: win stupid prizes

(Remember the Twenty-Five Loads story? This is the sequel you asked for. TW for ftm breeding, pregnancy, light misgen etc. Always check op tags.)

You’re perched at the edge of the bath, two feet on the ground, doubled over and trembling. In one hand, limply, you hold the pregnancy test you picked up months ago when your visits started, for nothing more than just in case. Buying it had been part of the rush.

Well.

At last, it’s positive.

You’re stuck between so many different and immediate courses of action. Do you text your parents? Phone a clinic? Reach out to a friend? How do you explain? How can you explain? Do you cancel work tomorrow? Take more T again? You had plans tonight - fuck, do you drink? Maybe just calm down and do another test, to be sure?

The thoughts are racing around your head and you start to feel sick. You gulp in air as the truth pounds at your chest: There’s a human growing inside your uterus and you don’t even know whose it is.

It was at that sobering realisation when you finally texted me - of all people. The one who put it there.

Within the hour, you’re at my doorstep. I bundle you into the bedroom, like always.

You’re still trembling. Standing in the middle of the room as I hang your coat up. You’re asking me what to do. It was a game, you didn’t realise your body could actually do that. Even after skipping t. What should you do?

I shush you, quietly, taking a step forward, and lean into your ear.

“Relax darling. Just for now. First, calm.”

I plant a kiss on the soft skin of your neck as my hands gently find their way under your clothes. I run my fingers across your torso, hiding the smirk that curls my mouth between your neck and shoulder: you still leave your binder at home for me. Even in situations like this.

The situation I have been waiting for.

My touch prizes from you a contented, but shaky sigh, and you try not to think of what’s going on inside of you.

You feel my hands at your hips.

I turn you around, and pull you against me in front of the bedroom mirror.

You watch my thumbs draw little circles at your hips - have they started to widen? My lips meet your ear again, enough to muffle the thought.

“I’m so proud of you.”

Your lips tremble. You thought it was a game.

“Oh sweetheart, everything is going to be just fine..”

One hand begins hoisting the front of your t shirt up, exposing your belly. The other hand trails down to your thighs, and into your underwear.

“…I promise..”

You feel my fingertips meet your swelling clit. Circling gently, I drink in the noises you make.

“…you’ve been bred.”

For the first time since the test, you start to feel good. You allow your head to rest back against my shoulder as your pussy throbs.

“Someone’s sperm has taken. That means there’s an egg in you that’s been fertilised by cum, just like you wanted..”

I smear the rapidly increasing wetness from your pussy around between your soft thighs.

“…and it feels good, doesn’t it?”

Slowly, you nod. It does.

“Look at yourself in the mirror.”

You try to focus your gaze on your reflection. My free hand moves to your belly whilst the other continues to work your pussy. Still with gentle force, I cup your lower abdomen, then stroke it.

“You’re going to get bigger here, and wider too, it’s going to feel amazing.”

You bite your lip and let out a moan.

“That’s right, sweetheart. It really is. And these lovely breasts of yours -“

You watch as the warmth of my touch moves to your round, soft chest.

“ - they’re going to grow too. They should start leaking soon, just like they were made to. You’ve made yourself so soft and fertile over these past few months, it was inevitable this would happen after I pumped cum into you. How does it feel to be pregnant at last?”

You take a long look at your delicate body in the mirror. You imagine everything growing. You can see my hand working your pussy - your pregnant pussy - fuck - through the fabric of your now soaked underwear. Your mind is hazy. It does feel good to be bred. The other concerns at the periphery come creeping back.

You say, tenderly, that it feels scary.

“Shhhhhhh, darling. There’s nothing to be afraid of, this is what you were made to do. And we have been working hard to get you there, haven’t we?”

You nod.

“Working so, so hard, like the good girl you are.”

You feel my fingers slip inside you. You gasp, my grip tightens around you, pulling you against me.

“There’s no going back now”

As I talk, I work my fingers in and out of your desperate hole.

“Am I making your little pussy feel nice? How about I go faster? Yeahhh, that’s right, there’s my girl. It’s because you like this so much that we had to get you bred. Taking all that T would have been a waste, I promise. You’ll be back, too, once you’ve pushed this one out you’ll be craving it again before long.”

My fingers are pumping into your pussy now, your belly and tits are still exposed as I clutch you tightly against me in front of the mirror. You imagine the scene three months from now. Six, even. You feel so good you almost drool from the pleasure, barely standing, limp, letting me play with your body, like always.

Except this time, being pregnant - finally, inevitably, pregnant - it adds a whole new layer of warm, shooting pleasure to our session. You want to grow. You’ve been fertilised and you want to get bigger. I’m growling similar encouragement into your ear.

You watch yourself cum, hard, crying and pleading with me as the orgasm wracks your entire body.

I do your trousers up for you, turn you back around, and kiss your forehead and then your belly.

“Feel better?”

In a daze, you nod and smile. So much better, you tell me.

“Any more doubts. Come and see me. I’m just a text away. You’ll be just fine.”

You grab your coat and head out into the world from my apartment, shyly waving me goodbye until next time. Despite the weight growing in your uterus, you feel lighter. You don’t know how you’ll navigate it but it doesn’t matter. You’re bred. You’re pregnant. You’re going to swell and give birth but it’s going to be fine.

It’s what you were made to do.

[realbreed]

What's it like to open your legs for someone at your most vulnerable? You do it knowing that for either of you there's no intent to use any kind of birth control.

Is it your first time? Your second? Your default preference?

Do you anticipate the feeling of being full, of having aroused fresh and blood inside you? You lay your confidence out in the open, that this could be the time you get pregnant.

What are your thoughts as you start to get penetrated? Are you desperate? Nervous? Ready? Do you focus on the moment or are you feeling and thinking about being filled up?

How bad are you craving their cum in you?

Do you wrap your legs around them to bring them in deeper? Do you hold your own legs apart? Do they do it for you?

Are you watching and feeling as they stroke in and out of you? What is the thing that's most present?

They're building up their orgasm with every thrust. More and more precum is being pushed inside. In this moment you're being used, even if there's a connection. The intent is to make you conceive.

Are you ready when it seems like they're going to cum? Are you anticipating it? How much do you want it? Do you beg?

When they climax and start releasing inside you, what do you feel? How do you feel? Are you ovulating and could this be it? Will you finally get knocked up? Do you hope for it in the moment?

You've accepted their sperm inside you. It's way too late now to worry.

Are they staying inside? Does it feel like they are trying to impregnate you? Do you love that they came inside your body, as deeply as they could? Are you aroused by it? Does it make you want to orgasm?

[halfgay-halfboy]

Date idea:

You take out a condom and show me the expiry date: it's before today's date. You tear it properly and I watch you lube up your cock carefully rolling the condom onto it and making sure to squeeze out the air at the tip.

I spread my legs wide for you and rub myself where you can view my cunt. You position yourself between my legs, push your cockhead past my dripping and puffy folds, and thrust to the hilt.

You start fucking me, allowing the barrier between us to become well lubricated with my slick, periodically pulling out enough to check the integrity of our protection. Your thrusts become more insistent, fucking into my cunt deeper and deeper as you stretch me out and I relax--no, submit-- to your onslaught. Your movements with time become more erratic, more beastial; your breath heavier, more labored. You're going to cum.

You push my thighs up and back, pressing them into my chest, my knees are in my armpits. My cunt is as exposed as it could be in this position. Your hips drive forward as far as they can go as your breath hitches and I feel your cock throb inside me. The condom serves its purpose as you release your semen into it. I can feel how warm it is; it's a lot. Your thumb circles my shiny tdick, wet with slick and engorged with arousal. It triggers the muscular walls of my cunt to contract and massage your slightly flaccid cock, which is quickly recovering its blood flow to bring back your erection while you're still inside me. While you're still wearing the used condom full of your cum.

You pull out slightly and grip my thighs that held me in the mating press.

The mating press.

My nervous system starts to panic, and my eyes widen as I realize what's about to happen to me. I am given no chance to protest before you slam your hard cock deep into my cunt once more. Your cockhead reaching my deepest parts and hitting my back walls like a battering ram; it hurts, I've never felt you get this big. The pain brings tears to my eyes, and I find my voice to tell you, "Please slow down, you're hurting me." I watch your lips curl into a sadistic smile as you continue abusing my cunt without regard. This condom isn't going to hold if this keeps up. We put one on because we both knew how risky of a day it was to fuck raw. If you came inside me, I'd for sure get knocked up. I plead with you to pull out and get a new condom. "Please stop, you can't keep fucking me like this! The condom.. it'll break! Your cum will-"

You lean your body forward, pinning me with your weight and clamping a hand over my mouth, hushing me as your cock pistons in and out of my cunt; you're hitting my good spot and I feel the buildup right before the pleasure forces my muscles to bear down and I squirt all over your balls; that were once slapping my asshole with each thrust but now we're pressed against it. The walls of my cunt clench and try to push your cock out and from my position on my back, watching you rape me with my own pussy in my face, it's all I can see: creamy globs are leaking out from around your cock and dripping down my tdick. Your cocks assault has broken the condom. There was nothing standing in the way of your weeks pent-up loads of spunk from claiming me, knocking me up.

Your hand stifles a sob from my mouth as I feel your hips clash with mine; and stay there. You're not even thrusting into me at this point. Your cock, without a condom, is pressed into my cunt as deep as it could ever go, giving it kisses as your roll your hips forward and push your already present load further inside me. You lean in and clamp your teeth into my neck as you pant and shake. This isn't happening, this can't be happening.

And that's when it happened.

You bit down onto my neck even harder, a gravely moan erupting from your teeth as hold yourself inside me; your bare cock twitches, shooting its second load of weeks saved semen deep inside my defensless cunt.

Just when I think it's finally over, you reach down with your hand and rub my oversensitive tdick in circles. I beg for mercy though your fingers on my lips, desperately attempting to hold myself from having an orgasm from you raping me. But you insist, unrelenting, and the circles you trace around my tdick force me to cum around your still penetrating cock, keeping all your semen inside as my insides open up and take in every drop.

[breeding-coach]

Twenty Five Loads

You text me to say you’re feeling dysphoric today. The “come to my place” you get in response leads to what it always does: me fingering your pretty little pussy to make you feel better about it.

Needy whimpers and the desperate sound of squelching fill the room.

Your mind goes blank. Then, suddenly: the fingering stops and a solid, smooth, cylindrical shape is pressed against your swollen clit.

You open your eyes and blearily look down between your thighs. You thought you were just here for a hookup, but the sight of a thick syringe full of cum has you in panic mode. It’s holding so much, easily more than five loads of warm semen.

“relax.”

And now, I’m working the syringe inside you. Your stomach lurches.

You try to whimper and protest but I’ve fucked your pussy open with my fingers so successfully that the syringe slides in easily, the plastic coated in your eager juices.

You let out a high pitched-moan as you feel it push you wide open. The pressure makes you wetter. It feels good.

“Gooood girl.”

Your heart is pounding, from pleasure and fear, knowing that our games have led you to skip more than a few T doses and you’re not on birth control.

I slowly ease the syringe in and out of you. You didn’t know it would come to this so quickly. I growl softly into your ear.

“I have twenty five loads right here, all from various men. They rubbed their dicks to your old pictures. So today, let’s get you knocked up.”

My words hit you like a ton of bricks, you’re so wet you’re practically dripping down the inside of your soft thighs, making my knuckles glisten around the base of the syringe. Silently, I move my thumb onto the plunger.

You feel the object shift deeper into your pussy and then there’s a pressure on your cervix. There’s a dull ache that comes with it, but it only adds to your desperation. Although you’d like to say it’s a shock your body is betraying you like this, it comes as no surprise that you’re so ready to get bred.

“Keep those legs wide open for me.”

My other hand gropes your chest, under your tee shirt. You feel split almost in two by the syringe as I pinch and circle your nipples. You learned to stop wearing a binder during your visits.

You imagine what it’ll be like when your breasts start to swell from pregnancy, unable to hide or bind, and heavy with milk.

The thought brings another bolt of fear but your pussy trembles.

“I think you’re ready.”

Without any further warning, I slam the plunger down with my thumb. The top of the syringe is placed directly against your cervix, where you feel a sudden warm pressure. Twenty five anonymous loads coat your walls and are deposited directly into your womb in one thick, seemingly never ending spurt.

All it takes is my thumb on your aching clit to tip you over the edge. You climax with the syringe still wedged inside you, your contractions drinking up the ropes of semen. You’re shaking, high from orgasm and not fully understanding the next nine months of your life.

I kiss you on the forehead and keep you plugged up with the emptied syringe. I can’t wait to watch you swell.

[unwillingbutchpup]

thinking about big knots and speculums and insemination.

maybe a breeding arranged by your owner, a big tough dog-top raping their knot into you to give you a nice big litter while you cry and shake under them.

or a speculum with a tube into your cervix, shaking from the discomfort as cum flows right into you.

being stretched open with a speculum so they can check your cervix, forcing it open so that once it’s sore and has a nice little gape to it, you can be brutally fucked and knotted to make sure that it takes.

maybe the first round is an impersonal insemination while you’re strapped down, speculum spreading you wide so a tube can be forced through your cervix and cum pumped inside you.

but once you’re sore and achy and begging for them to stop, they mount you, shoving their knot inside you while they come again, tip pressed up against your open cervix.

gotta make sure it takes.

[pupcuntz]

despite hating it in my everyday life, someone being condescending to me or babying me during sex is such a turn on…

“aw, i know, sweet boy. i know it hurts.”

“shh, you can take it. can’t you?”

“i know it’s so difficult. let me stretch you out, baby boy.”

“aw, you poor thing. so tight and pathetic for me, aren’t you?”

[cxntboyslxt]

you wake up groggily strapped down to a medical table, your arms and body strapped down together while your legs are positioned in stirrups and forced apart. you can't move from your newfound position and realize that your lower half is covered by a medical drape and nothing more.

the nurse walks in, his face half obstructed by a mask. he doesn't say anything as he simple ignores your muffled cries and proceeds to grab gloves and takes a seat near the stirrups, right where you can't see what he's doing.

soon enough a gloved finger is pushed inside of your boycunt, causing you to try to trash and yell despite not being able to do either thing. it slowly prods your inner walls, making sure it's nice and lubed before forcing another finger in.

the fingers slowly work you up from the inside, your cunt clenching around them as the nurse also starts to play with your tdick. you do your best to try to try to move more, hoping that they'll slip out in the process of assaulting you but only managing to fuck yourself more on the invading physical.

before you know it the fingers are pulled out and your body shudders at the intense feeling, trying to clench on the sudden emptiness left from where they were in you.

and then pressure.

a cold object is pushed into your cunt, pressure increasing as it clicks open and holds you open lewdly for the nurse to inspect. while you try to adjust to the speculum inside, your tdick is suddenly being rubbed again with some sort of gel. soon enough it's tingling and throbbing with need, making you twitch and clench harder on the medical tool forced inside of you.

you can't tell what's going on but soon enough feel something deeper in you. deeper than you've ever felt anything before. if you weren't gagged you'd be making lewd noises of pleasure from how intense it was feeling despite it being one of your greatest fears. and then the thing assaulting your cervix starts to slip in.

your body shudders and twitches and tries to clench to somehow prevent it from happening but you can't stop it at this rate. it slips into your uterus, filling you up in a way you didn't know was possible. and then it starts to shift and move. as if it's alive.

the speculum is slowly pulled out and your left with the feeling of some sort of creature inside of you, filling you up and slowly expanding your uterus- your lower stomach pushing out some as it does. your cunt still clenches around nothing, your tdick throbbing from the gel applied to it. you try to buck up for any kind of relief or pleasure or anything but only feel the thing inside of you moving around causing you to groan further into the gag. it's intense and overwhelming and you hate how hot it feels.

it's only then that the nurse finally speaks for the first time:

"Patient has been fully inseminated and showing positive signs of implantation. We'll continue to monitor the gestation cycle and report back."

Presented without comment.

Holy shit.

Holy shit.

I’m fucking drooling.

[kingbear8]

Something about making you take it. My seed. My genes. Planting it in your body where it could take root. Then absolutely everything will change, your body and life forever subjugated to attenteding my baby.