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tboy to tomboy pipeline
I'm ftm but I've been fucking this butch lesbian for the last month and holy shit it's some of the best sex I've ever had. I came twice on their tounge yesterday and I would let them do literally anything to my body. I think they might spitroast me at this play party they're taking me to...
love when tboys realize only lesbians can fuck them properly. i bet it's such a mindfuck knowing we get off to all of the pretty parts you get dysphoric over. all of you's getting worshipped and nothing's getting ignored.
what ended up happening at that play party? i'm curious
I have this reoccurring fantasy about heading into the city with the intent of going to the local gay bar, the kind of place that panders very heavily to gay men. That’s what I am, right? I make sure my chest is tapped perfectly flat, I put on my hottest “tboy twink” outfit, and head out in search of some “totally gender affirming cock.” But as I walk through the streets, getting closer and closer, something is wrong. I feel a knot in the pit of my stomach. An intense discomfort that won’t go away. As I reach the entrance to the bar my body physically stops me from approaching. Some greater instinct inside of me knows I don’t belong here, that I’m not wanted nor do I really want to be.
I start walking away and feel compelled to keep going. Pulled down streets by some invisible force. It’s only when I’m nearly there do I fully realize where I’m going. I’ve never seen the only lesbian bar in the city but standing before it now I feel a resounding sense of safety and rightness. My body shows none of the hesitation it did before as I approach the entrance, soft pink light emanating from inside. I hand the hot butch bouncer my ID and they look it over and give me a knowing smile allowing me inside.
There’s a heat building deep inside me as I step into the dimly lit space. I’m suddenly surrounded by queer women and mascs of all kinds. A pretty femme at the bar catches my gaze and hold it for several seconds with a flirty smile. My face burns and I pull my eyes away. This should feel wrong, I’m a man not a queer woman, not a lesbian… But I can spot plenty of other people I’m pretty sure are trans men here, completely at home. Is there something so wrong with that? There’s a voice deep inside me that tells me this is exactly where I belong. Relaxation and arousal blanket me in a trance. Any dysphoria I have or discomfort over labels falls away and I sit down at the bar to order a drink.
A little while later I’m getting tipsy and I’m pulled out onto the dance floor. Suddenly I’m surrounded by hot dykes including the pretty femme from before. She stands in front of me and grinds into me. Her hands are all over my body and she pushes them under my tank top and starts massaging my breasts through my tape. She pulls in close and whispers that she wishes I wouldn’t hide my pretty tits like this. All I can do is moan as she continues to squeeze them.
The next thing I know I’m following a few of them to an apartment above the bar, I have no idea whose. I make out on the bed with the femme while a few others get into their straps. She asks if she can eat me out and I say yes please. When she pulls off my boxers and reveals my dripping cunt her face lights up with hunger.
“I love the taste of butch clit.”
She holds down my thighs and makes me squirt into her mouth. I moan and beg for her to eat my cunt as she hums in delight. The others start taking turns fucking her from behind as she continues to lick my pussy. Eventually she pulls herself up to lay on top of me and someone places a vibrator wand in between our clits. We make out and moan into each others mouths as we both get fucked. We both come and squirt again and again on the other girls’ straps, the femmes beautiful tits rubbing up against my tape. I tell her I wish it was gone so I could feel my tits against hers, and she tells me we can fix that later.
After we’ve all had our fill they all guide me to the bathroom and turn on the shower. They saturate my tape with olive oil, spilling copious amounts over my chest and rubbing it in. Making sure to kill any binding or adhesive power. Then they put me in the shower and help me peel the tape away from my sensitive breasts, sucking and teasing my nipples. After I get out of the shower one of the girls comes at me with shaving cream and an electric razor. Before I know it all of the dark hair on my chest and stomach is gone.
When they place me in front of the full length mirror I realize I look like a typical butch. All of the fretting and effort I’ve put into passing seems to be for nothing when these girls can strip it away with some oil and a razor. I realize I will never be a gay man or any kind of man. I should be devastated at my identity crumbling before me, that all of these years of struggle and hard work have gone to waste… but it feels amazing.
Standing here, surrounded by beautiful women, my perky tits and puffy pussy on full display I feel more at home with myself than I have in a long time. I realize I might not be fully lesbian but I belong *to* the lesbians, that lesbian spaces are my natural habitat. I realize I will always be closer to a lesbian than I ever will be to a gay man and fuck if it doesn’t feel good to admit. Freeing.
The girls are all smiling and I know they can see it in my face. I’m fully accepting I’m one of them. Giving up thoughts of being anything else.
The femme comes forward and firmly cups my pussy in her hand, “Doesn’t this feel so much better.”
And it does.
for a lot of people, this kink is a safe way of exploring their gender and identity, and I have seen so many girls follow the same pattern.
at first the kink makes them dysphoric, which is often a turn on. But gradually they get more comfortable with their body. Over time they get less and less dysphoric.
The line between fantasy and reality starts to blur. There’s less and less of a divide between their online persona & their real identity. And eventually they realize how much they’ve always wanted this, and finally reach the point that they’re ready to make it real.
this happens to so many girls, and most of them were convinced it would never happen to them.
so just because it feels like a kink right now, doesn’t mean it always will.
don’t talk to me about detransitioning unless you’re sure you want a dyke like me to put you in your place. i won’t be kind. i won’t be gentle. i want to break your body. your cunt deserves to be drilled for hours until you squirt out all those i’m a boy thoughts.
most of the time now when i picture myself in relationships its as a girl with a boyfriend...umm.. what happened to me being a gay man??
the ftm urge to have six babies and be a full-time-momny
An embarrassing experience of mine...
He called me off of work without my knowledge one day. He used one of my sick days in the middle of the week without my permission. Why? Because I was overdue for stretching out my asshole and worshipping his. I was so livid when I found out. He just laughed and said this wouldn't be the last time. He chose to work from home, claiming his job was more important so he couldn't call off for something like this. But boy did he have the perfect setup for working from home that day.
Instead of his office chair, the queening chair took it's place. Behind the queening chair the fucking machine was set up. My jaw and asshole had never been so sore before. He told me at the end of the day not to slack off with either task again unless I want to keep using more sick/vacation days.
We purchased a fucking machine recently, what a rollercoaster that's been...
I'm used as a test dummy basically. He likes seeing how long I can take getting pounded at full speed, watching me struggle to take my largest dildo painfully slow, stretched into mortifying positions which getting fucked, and also leaving me to get my holes wrecked while he's busy in the other room.
This happens at minimum once a week and it's never planned, he just calls me in for a hole inspection that leads to a session. He thinks my pussy feels better sloppy and I actually hate that. I loved having a really tight pussy for years, now it's a joke. It's embarrassing when zero stretching is required for average size toys, they literally just slip right in. Sometimes I'll still ask if we can let it tighten back up a little but he's never given in.
"This is how I love your sloppy cunt to be. Get used to it."
And as for my asshole... It's not what it once was. Fingers would be a struggle before, now my starting point is a big fat dildo. He loves making my asshole gape open unable to close. I think it's gross, personally. I never had interest in anal. It's his favorite though so now I'm an anal queen by his choice. He says I was made for it, that my asshole is always greedy for more but I beg to differ when I'm fighting back tears and begging him to stop during extreme gaping sessions. His new mini obsession is pumping my ass full of cum, real or fake, and watching me fart it all out. It's not really a turn on for him, he just laughs in amusement and watches me hate it.
I need to be a cow. I need it. I need big sloshy udders full of milk and I need to be locked in a stall in a barn and milked all day and fed from a trough and I need my ear tagged and my ass branded and my brain gone. I need a farm girl to take me and claim me and fuck a baby into me so that my belly grows so so big and my udders get even fuller. I need cow spots tattooed onto my skin, forever marking me as subhuman, just an animal to fuck and milk. I need my life to be over, I need my personality and my thoughts and my everything to be replaced with moos and milks and pretty girls using me like the disgusting fuckmeat I am. Please send me your favourite hucow blogs. Send me your favourite hucow porn. No, fuck that, send me *any* hucow porn. I’ve seen so much but I need more. I always need more. I need to be porn. I need to be a cow.
Please make me into a cow.
Go ahead, keep rubbing yourself to all of that disgusting porn. Keep cumming to those fantasies you wouldn't tell another soul. I'm sure it's making no long term changes to your brain at all. And if it is, you should just ignore it; it feels too good to stop anyway, right?
Can’t stop 🤤🤤
Being told to moo/oink and being laughed at is so humiliating and makes me sooooooo wet 🙈
Oink oink 🐷
sex should always be degrading for women
Fuck yes, no other way
It is anyway. Your on your back or on all fours or whatever and your literally opening your legs to present yourself to your owner to breed. It's a beautiful thing seeing a girl degrade herself for her owner willingly.
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