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@fakeboyforcefem
going to fill this post out as i go
DMs are open to dares, humiliation, praise, threats, suggestions
asks are open to the same
20, 5'8", 180lbs, 2y on T, C-cup, pre-op everything
likes: misgendering, detransition, degrading, praise, cno, objectification, lactation/hucow, exhibitionism, object insertion, bimbofication, forced/denied orgasm, piss, cnc
limits: scat, vomit, snot
why do I have a pussy if not for someone to use it like a fleshlight. like literally I'm built for free use, I'm always wet and warm and ready to go. someone should be using me for stress relief.
Getting an ftm girl pregnant is the best thing you can do for her. She’ll realize she’s a woman when her boobs grow two cup sizes, and MUST get milked daily. And when her bump is so big she can only shop exclusively in the maternity section, leaving her options to only low cut necklines that show off her tits. Embarrassed but wet knowing everyone who passes her knows her biology.
lowkey thinking about going off birth control
lock me in a steel bikini with a soft, vibrating interior, so my pussy and tits are constantly stimulated. not enough to make me cum, but enough to make it impossible for me to forget i have a pussy and tits meant to serve a real man who owns them and uses them for his pleasure. it'd be impossible for me to ask people to treat me like a boy with my nipples and pussy constantly desperate and sore
fakeboy impreg post!
⇄ reblog ⇄ to breed prev's delusional girlpussy
♡ like ♡ to get a creampie of your own
let a straight guy fuck and misgender me last night- this kink is taking over my real life.
buckle in because this is going to be a long one. i’ve been desperately horny and yearning to get fucked by a real cock for weeks. yesterday, a blank profile tapped me on grindr and— out of curiosity— i tapped him back. my profile is also blank for safety reasons—all i have written on my profile is my height, weight and that im a pre-op trans man. this was how he opened our conversation…
he was straight according to his profile and clearly a chaser. but, admittedly, the idea of having a “straight” buddy who treated me like one of the bros but still used my pussy like a girl had me immediately wet and worked up. (you’ve seen my blog, this was straight out of my wildest fantasies.) in a weak, lust-clouded moment, i messaged him back and we exchanged photos (he was hotter than expected, i’m not complaining).
our conversation derailed into a discussion of kinks. he admitted he was into male-dom and breeding— my boxers were subsequently further soaked. fueled by his admission, i hesitantly told him about all of the things i post about on this blog. he seemed very much interested in my fixation on misgendering but, at that moment, continued to refer to me as a guy.
next thing i knew- he was pulling up to my apartment to fuck. i let him in and we were very quickly down to business. we made out for a while until he lifted me up by my ass and threw me onto my bed— hard. my head spun as he unbuckled his pants and got out his cock. he looked down at me with an unreadable expression and full-on ordered me to get down on my knees in front of him.
i did, of course. i remember thinking that from where i was, beneath him and his cock, he looked so huge. i felt so small. i could tell this was going to be the most exhilarating hook up i’d ever engaged in. he told me to stick my tongue out and then he slapped his cock on my face and told me to suck. one thing about me is i looove sucking dick so i got to that task earnestly and enthusiastically. i love the feeling of powerlessness when im on my knees below a “real” man looking up at him through my eyelashes. it’s so demeaning in the most honey-sweet kind of way.
he mumbled “good bitch” as he came all over my face and then he told me to crawl back to to the head of the bed and lay on my back. i did so, covered in cum, chest heaving. he stripped as he stalked over to me. i’ll never forget the dark look in this dudes eyes as he approached me in my prone position. he pinned my arms above my head with his forearm and hovered over me. his unoccupied hand grabbed one of my tits (which are admittedly small, probably a or aa) which made me gasp. he laughed at me and pulled my shirt off completely. i looked up at him lustfully as he groped me some more.
his hand drifted down further, towards the waistband of my sweatpants. his thick finger traced my slit and my back arched off of the bed. he tightened his grip on my hands and started to finger fuck me. with all the built up anticipation, i was feeling good. my eyes rolled back in my head and i started to whimper. he laughed at my pleasure and the obscene sound of his fingers battling with the wetness and said “yknow, i’ve never met a man with a pussy before.” my eyes flew open.
i’ve never once engaged in my misgendering kink in a setting with another person, let alone some random hookup. it’s always been something that, even in relationships, i’ve hidden. i feel a lot of shame around this kink. however, hearing an actual man say words i’ve read a million times on kink blogs like mine unleashed something in me. i moaned. he zeroed in on that with something i can only describe as a sharks smile.
“tits, pussy… if i look past all that hair it’s not all that hard to see a woman. especially when i do this.”
he removed his fingers and released my hands. he grabbed my legs, pulled off my sweatpants, and folded me in half with my legs together and plump, freshly shaved pussy exposed. he grabbed a pillow and covered my face. i will admit in hindsight that that part scared me a tad but i was truly blinded by lust in the moment.
“there we go, now you look exactly like every other girl i’ve put in her place. doesn’t it feel good?”
my moan was muffled but i was well and truly soaking at this point. he threw the pillow across the room and spread my legs wide, though he kept me folded and prone. “look” he ordered “what do you see between your legs?”
“a pussy…” i had whispered, eyes black with lust.
he hummed, pulling out his cock once again and laying it over my slit. “now, what do you see between my legs?”
“a cock”
he slid his cock through my wetness, teasing me. he slapped my t-dick with his cock a few times before resting the tip at my entrance. “and what do men like me do with their cocks when a pussy is presented to them like this?”
“they… fuck them?” i had responded, my heart pounding in my chest and ears.
“good girl.” he smiled as he penetrated me to the hilt. i literally screamed, i was aroused enough that i felt pleasure but the sudden fullness came with a sting. i closed my eyes as he started to pump into me hard. i missed getting fucked a lot and this was elevated x10 with the added pleasure of submission and humiliation. it was in these first few minutes— the room filled with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, grunts, and high pitched moans— that i fully grasped what was happening. the hook up came to be so fast and spontaneously. now, here i was, moaning underneath the heavy weight of a cis, straight man who saw me as and was fucking me raw like a girl. it was a feeling like no other.
he found his rhythm and my moans became more uncontrollable. i opened my eyes at some point and met his sharp gaze as he pounded me. “feel good, baby?” he asked me. i nodded blearily, looking down at our bodies pressed together, watching my tits bounce with each of his thrusts and the addictive sight of his manhood disappearing into my cunt. i tightened instinctively in arousal and he grunted. he growled something along the lines of being careful with that or else he was “going to put a baby in me” and the heat within me just grew hotter.
at this point he switched positions, dragging me to the edge of the bed and standing up between my legs so he could have better leverage. in this position, his torso tapped my t-dick with every thrust of his hips and i effectively lost my mind with pleasure. i screamed a conglomeration of the words “yes” “please” “oh my god” and “fuck me” while scratching lines down his back. safe to say it felt so good. he chuckled in my ear as i gasped and shivered underneath him.
it was then that i felt a massive orgasm approaching- its warmth built in my stomach and my staccato of moans began to elevate in pitch as i climbed towards the climax. i likely sounded indistinguishable from the other girls this guy had fucked. moments before i orgasmed. he stopped moving completely.
“what the fuck” i remember saying, protest cut off by his hands pinning me down again- one arm keeping my arms in place above my head and the other pressing down slightly on my neck. i looked up at him with wide eyes- pussy throbbing from built up arousal and lack of release.
“do you want to cum?” i nodded, tears growing in my eyes. “then i’m gonna need you to repeat after me sweetheart. i’m a good girl. i’m lesser than a man. i’m meant to be bred. say that and i’ll fill you up and let you finish.”
i moaned, my eyes rolled back into my head as he pressed down on my neck harder. “i-im a good…girl. i’m lesser than a man. i’m, i’m meant to be bred-“
he moaned hearing me say those words and released his hands, moving them back down to my hips where he resumed his pounding with a newfound vigor. it didn’t take long for my orgasm to build again, especially as he grunted obscenities in my ear- calling me a bitch, sliding in the use of she/her, and other sweet nothings about male dominance and female submission. as i reached the peak, stronger this time because of his edging, i wrapped my arms around his shoulders and let go. it was one of the best orgasms i’ve ever had in my life. my whole body shook and i couldn’t control the sounds coming out of my mouth. he fucked me through it, prolonging the pleasure. eventually he reached his climax as well “i’m gonna fill you up with my cum i’m gonna breed you-“ he hiked me back up onto the bed and pressed me into a mating press as he came, deep, deep inside me.
after we both came down from the high of cumming he rolled off the bed. leaving me laying there, skin flushed red, cum on my face and leaking out of my twitching pussy. he grabbed both my tits one last time and trailed his fingers down to my pussy again. he have me one last “good girl” before getting dressed and leaving my apartment without another word.
had to get a plan b bc of my spontaneity (i’m not on birth control and don’t trust t to do the job) but it was a good night of exploring this kink either way
@ftm-bunny To peruse before your hookup~
i love rubbing my clitoris with my legs spread wide open :) it makes me wish i was on display somewhere a bunch of people could tell me what to do
a constant fantasy of mine involves being made to perform 'challenges' for someone/a group of people who know i'm just pretending to be a man, and if i don't do exactly what they say they'll expose me as a girl and ruin my life.
i get a text from them every morning telling me what i have to do that day.
for example, one day i have to attach binder clips to my nipples, then wear my binder over the top of it. yes it's agony and it makes me constantly aware of the way they twist and clamp down with every breath, but also good luck wearing anything tight with the visible outline of the clips under my binder!
other days it's simple, like having to wear a vibrator inside me all day, or making me go into a public bathroom (men's, obviously, since i want to pretend so badly) and leave the stall door open while i finger myself, legs spread wide.
sometimes it's harder though. sometimes it's demands like 'ride a dildo in public until you cum 10 times', and i have to figure out how to do that without getting caught... Do I hide in a back alley somewhere and hope that in the hours it takes me to r/pe myself on a toy, nobody finds me? Do I go into a bathroom stall and hope security doesn't come demanding to know why I've been in there so long?
there's just so many opportunities for degrading, humiliating scenarios to break me, i'm soaking just thinking about it
Tying a fakeboy's arms behind her back is absolutely essential to helping her understand the reality of her feminine body. This way, her tits stick out and she can't hide them. If she doesn't have tits, the position still forces her chest forward and emphasizes her curves. Her struggling against the bonds will just make this all the more obvious and pathetic. Remember to tie them tight so her body is maximally exposed.
As a trans masc maybe I love the humiliation of my titties being forcibly exposed a little too much.
Punish me by forcing me to go out in public wearing a thin white t shirt with nothing else underneath
Tie my hands behind my back and laugh at my tears as you cut or tear my shirt open. Make me watch as you slap and pinch my tits.
Pull them out of my shirt while I'm facing the corner, grope them while I've got my hands on my head, tears leaking down my face
Pull my shirt up just before you bend me over to spank me, the jiggling of my tits adding an extra layer of humiliation to the punishment
Strip me naked and make me do jumping jacks for you, jeer as my tits go up and down, make me keep going til I cry
Make me hold them up for you as you spank and slap them a pretty shade of pink and then attach a chain via some nipple clamps; lead me around by the tits like a dog on a leash
my tits are what make me the most dysphoric. when fabric rubs against them, or I brush past something enough to feel against my nipples. when I'm running and I can still feel them bouncing inside my binder, or when I lean over to pick something up at home and they dangle down from my chest and sway...
I don't want you to make me love my tits, I want you to enjoy how much I hate them. I want you to make me walk around the house topless so I can never escape. Grab my nipples and jiggle my teats around when I try to talk back to you. Make me get piercings so you can attack bells to them, so that with every movement I'm reminded of the fat tits attached to my chest. Point them out in everything I wear, play with them in front of a mirror and make me watch... And I want all of it to be the most humiliating and dysphoria inducing experience possible.
Imagine waking up after top surgery and instead of it being flat, your chest is even bigger? When the doctors walks in and you ask, freaking out, they say
“It would be a shame if you did that to your body. Were medical professionals, we know best,”
And then you’re unable to ever get a breast reduction because it’s permanently on your medical records.
Sometimes what a fakeboy really needs is someone to put his pretty tits into a bra that makes said tits so round and plump they’rere unmistakab no matter how much he layers and tries to hide them.e.
Then you pierce his pretty little clit, attaching a delicate chain to the piercing and lead his pretty little self around via the chain, like the pathetic baby bitch he always was.
