kink blog

born 2004

[beatrix--stonehill]

"Well, be careful what you wish for, I guess.... I always hoped I'd find a who's really well off so I could be his perfect trad wife. Cooking, cleaning, zero braincells required. And I did. I found a guy who really wanted a domestic wife, just not in the way I anticipated. Soooo, the pic on the left is me, when I met him at 19. The middle pic is his mom, who wears the 'M' necklace everywhere! She's 52. That's me on the right, at just 22. People guess I'm either his mom's age or a bit older.... Oldest I get is usually 60! People at bars guess that a lot.

So, he confided his fantasies in me, telling me he liked older women. I was already halfway through these surgeries before I saw his mom and realized what was happening. Yes, he basically paid to have me look almost identical to his famous, porn star mother. And yes, having a porn star for a mom totally warped his sexuality.

He jerks off to her videos constantly, especially ones that are 'son/mother' fantasies. He spies on her in the shower, sneaks into her room to jerk off as she sleeps. He's obsessed with her.... And she loves it, totally enabling him. She even rewards him by breastfeeding him as she jerks him off. Calling him a good boy who his mommy is 'very proud of'. "Are you gonna cum for mommy?" she asked him repeatedly as he nears climax. "Good boy, look at all this cum you made for mommy. Thank you so much for such a thoughtful gift!" She'll tell him this, licking the cum off her hands.

So, what about me? Well, glad you asked. I was his mom's idea, and now we're both his mom. Yes, that's right. His mother, Sabrina, and I are now married. Wife and wife. I even do videos with her.... and actually really love doing porn! Like most girls, but still.... I was made for it. Especially now. Sabrina and I sleep together, with our 'son' sleeping in his own room. He sneaks off to jerk it to us as we have sex. We reprimand and spank him. Tie him up, punish him. She grabs the strap and fucks his ass as he fucks me....

We go on cruises together and nobody questions that we're two married porn stars in our fifties having our way with our 25yo son. Very openly. We love to humiliate him, jerk him off in front of people, announce it's time for him to breast feed. Smash our massive plastic tits into his face, having induced lactation so he can eat for hours on end as we play with his cock. He's actually starting to get a bit plump from how much of our tit milk we make him drink down every day. Poor thing. Maybe we should just get him on hormones, stick his thickening figure in a cute dress and make him our little spoiled daughter..... I'll se what my wife thinks of that. ❤️ Either way, he's ours, whether he likes it or not!"

[lewdgender]

Whipped up a 2nd pov magical detransitioning story- WIP?

Tired of always being mistaken for your girlfriend when we're in public even though we're both trans men, I enlisted the help of a witch to "even out" our assets... but magic isn't always fair.

Contains: 2nd POV, forced feminization, detransitioning (ftm), misgendering, magical transformations, asset theft, breast growth, ass growth, shrinking, pregnancy (future), lactation (future), gaslighting, emotional manipulation, horror, bad end

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The final step of the spell was completed when you ate the herbs I hid in your dinner.

A strange feeling washes over after you finish eating. You stand up, pushing your chair back, and cough. You try to speak but all you make is a strained croak. You try to walk towards me, your trusted boyfriend of many years, but you find your feet stuck, as if they've been glued to the floor. In fact, you can't move anything below your hips at all!

"Take a deep breath, sweetheart," I sooth. "I couldn't stop it now, even if I wanted to. And I don't want to. Forgive me, love, but I'm tired of always being seen as your girlfriend when we're in public together. We're both transmasculine, it's not fair you had slightly better luck in the genetic lottery. You're only three inches taller than me at five foot seven inches, but with my C cups and wide hips, strangers always assume you're the man, and I'm your girlfriend or wife."

"I just want to even things out a bit. I want us to be seen as the gay men we are, or at least a lesbian couple, you know?"

"So I went to witch for help. I know, I know, but, I promise, this will be good for us! For both of us."

"Oh, it's starting to work! Look, we're eye-to-eye now! She had me write down all the characteristics I wanted to be transfered to you- the first was three inches of height. I could have made us the same heigh, but it's awkward to hug someone when you're the exact same height! And, maybe, I wanted to be the tall one, for once."

"Wow, is this really what a three inch advantage in perspective looks like? No... your eyes are just above my nipples now! That's much more than our three inch difference. I wonder if she misread my handwriting or something."

"Hey- take a deep breath love. Plenty of guys are under five foot two! The average height for men in Asia is only five foot four!"

...I think."

"Oh- but the next stage is starting! I better help you out of that binder before you shred it. Don't worry, we'll donate it and get you a bigger one."

"Wow- those areolas look so large on your little breasts." You protest and squirm. I circle one of your large, darkening areolas with my finger. They've already nearly doubled in diameter. "Hey- 'breasts' is gender-neutral. Both men and women have 'breast' tissue. I just have a little bit too much. It's hard for me to bind with my medical condition, and you already wear a binder every day, even though you're barely an A cup. What's two more cup sizes? We'll both be flat when dressed. You alresdy have an inital consultation for top surgery scheduled in just 16 short months. We've been saving for 2 top surgeries- we can do so much with the money we've saved. I'm making sacrifices, too- I'm keeping an A cup- I'll have to wear a sports bra or layer two shirts to be flat."

A tingling sensation intensifies in your breasts and you grab them, as if to stop what has already been started. You stare in horror as your perky and easily concealable breasts sweel in your hands into heaving, heavy, tits. Their mass fills, then exceeds, the confines of your cupped hands, and you moan as flesh spills outwards and to your sides. Even considering band sizes- these are much larger than my C's were- much larger- double D's if you had to guess. You pant as their weight pulls on your back, making it ache. Even with a binder, your new tits' weight would never let you forget their presence.

"Damn, those are huge. It might be hard to find a binder that will fit you. Hey, don't cry, an under-wire bra will help with the weight and your back. -what, it's not like they'll be much flatter in a binder, and bras come in so many more styles and designs!"

"We're almost done, love. I think I've figured out what's going on- I thought it would be equal, but for every trait we exchange you're being changed twice as much. I gained three inches, and you lost six. I lost two cup sizes, and you gained four. I'm glad I was conservative on this next one, or else you'd be having a hard time finding bottoms that fit. I wrote down 'minus two inches circumference of hips,' so you'll be receiving four."

"Still -phew- four inches... that's the difference between a size 0 and a size 8. With an ass like that, you'll be struggling to find women's pants that will fit your petite frame. And forget finding anything that will fit you in the men's section. I see a lot of skirts and yoga pants in your future."

I reach around to squeeze your ass. Formerly hanging loosely on your recently-shrunken frame, your grey sweatpants begin to fill out again. You feel your bones crunch as your pelvis widens and an extra 10 lbs of jiggling fat pours into your ass and thighs, pushing you from "top-heavy petite" to "curvy short-stack." You look at yourself in the reflection of the glass patio door, devastated. You're still holding your heavy tits in your hands, and now your ass juts out nearly as far. You'll never pass for a man again with your exaggeratedly feminine form. No surgeon in the world could make a convincing man out of you now.

I circle around to your back and wrap my arms loosely around your waist. My chin rests on the top of your head as we look at our reflections in the glass.

"You know, we've been talking for a while about how we both wanted biological children, but neither of us wanted to be the one to 'ruin' our masculine forms with the changes brought with pregnancy, let alone the changes from the estrogen needed for IVF. Well, I'd say your 'masculine form' is already beyond ruined- what's another two cup sizes or two inches on the hips, in return for our dream of having a family?"

"You wanted to be a professor- what more rewarding pupils than your own flesh and blood? I have a good, stable job- you won't even have to work. No more school-induced panic attacks- it's okay, we've both known for a while that you would never 'make it' in your field. And, even if you did, could you really handle all that pressure?"

You look down at the hardwood floor. You shake your head, tears still staining your face. Even if you could handle the pressure, who would take you seriously with a body like this? Even ignoring your fat ass and tits, -nearly impossible- you'd have to wear at least four inch heels just to be eye-to-eye with most people.

You also can't leave me. You never made any strong friendships in college, and it's not like you can turn up at your transphobic family's house looking like this.

"Imagine," I continue, "you'll be such a cute little mommy with a toddler on your hip and another on the way, tits swollen and leaky. You can stay home with our growing brood, breastfeeding and picking up after them."

Your knees begin to shake.

"Oh, it looks like the paralysis is wearing off. Don't worry, buttercup, I'll carry you upstairs. Tomorrow I'll take you shopping for your new wardrobe. I think it would be hot if you modeled some of the lingerie for me, and I'll help you find your 'true' bra size. I can't wait."

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From non pregnant to labour in 10 seconds

[bellyfullofbeer]

This is me stumbling in super drunk thinking you won’t notice at all how full and swollen my belly has become or how I can’t stand up straight. But you’ll make sure I have just one more drink and make it to bed right?

[rotundforfun]

I had promised myself that I wouldn’t let this pregnancy change me. Not the strong, slim body I’d worked so hard for and not my coveted schedule of hard work and interesting hobbies. I would find a way to maintain my life and my body, and I would not alter what makes me, me.

The first thing I let go were my clothes.

Shortly after I’d decided to continue with my pregnancy, I started to lose the extra room in my tops. My tender chest began to bloat and then continue with growing over the first month. With the doubling of my cup size came the halving of my wardrobe choices.

This trickled down my body, my hips expanding outwards and my thighs thickening. It took maybe two months for me to give up my fight against the numbers on my scale, and give my body to the process of growing this child.

By the end of the first trimester I could no longer fit into my loosest pair of jeans, and my sweatpants were beginning to feel tight around my ass and thighs like leggings. Looking at myself in the mirror, I didn’t look pregnant yet but the pregnancy was taking its toll. The smallest amount of fat was beginning to collect around my waist, but the majority was filling out my lower body in preparation for carrying this baby for the next 6 or so months.

The next few weeks saw the beginning of this growth. My little paunch began growing outwards, and each day I imagined that my hips had widened a little more. I was losing my slim and athletic silhouette inch by inch.

It felt like I had blinked and my belly had grown to fill both my hands. And again, two weeks later, beyond even that. At the doctor I found out why, that I had two babies growing in me, changing me into a better carrier. The twins grew rapidly, so that my belly edged into my lap before the third trimester even started.

The morning I got up and failed to stand at first was when I decided to halt my hobbies. How could I attend any kind of athletic event when even getting up was a challenge?

I had to rock myself forward and back a few times before I had the momentum to push myself up and out of bed. I fell back thoughtlessly into a stance with my belly tilted up, one hand supporting it from below and the other behind my back. I took a deep breath and knew that this was just a part of carrying a child, and I would not let this take away my pre-pregnancy life for any longer than was necessary.

My pregnant belly grew despite my tenuous grip on independence. As month eight approached it grew beyond “large” and into the realm of “enormous”. I tried to keep as active as possible, going on outings outside to keep up my cardiovascular fitness. I would hardly make it to the end of my driveway before I was breathing heavily, both arms propping up the giant mound of my belly.

Wearing my loosest fitting long sleeve shirt in the cool weather did very little to protect the skin of my mid-drift, as the fabric crept up to rest above my belly as I moved haltingly forwards. Each step became less of a stride and more of a stagger as a struggled to make my way around the block. I waddled to the best of my ability, one foot swinging with my large hips and enormous mass followed by another halting step.

Even with my legs spread wide by my bare stomach I could feel my thickened inner thighs rub against each other.

The harshness of each step as I waddled farther from my home emphasized the baby weight I’d been gaining in my body. My ass jolted and shook with each ponderous step.

‘How pregnant I must look right now’ I mused to myself, before my attention was drawn entirely to the strain in my back. I was struggling to get in enough air with the growing mass of my womb pressing up into my lungs. My arms, back, and legs ached with the fight to carry the weight jutting out in front of me and dragging me down. I had to turn back early from that walk.

The ninth month had me nearly on bed rest. My rocking back and forth to leave bed was no longer working as well, as my enormous belly rested entirely along the tops of my legs, out to my knees, and did not allow my upper body further forwards. I had to shimmy from side to side until I rested on the edge of my bed before pressing the weight of my heavy body up and off of the bed.

Waddling from there to the kitchen was another long task. I frequently had to rest with a hand thrown up against the wall, breathing hard, my other hand desperately trying to keep my full womb from dragging me down to the floor.

My hips and waist had outgrown my table armchairs, and so to eat I had to balance my breakfast plate on top of my big belly. One day, when I had made the mistake of grazing my ever-growing chest with the plate as I set it down, I quickly felt a wetness saturate the front of my shirt. I had begun lactating, and my milk was soaking through the fabric of my top.

I sat there feeling miserable, I was double what I weighed before and my body was enormously grown into a blimp. My hips had widened to accommodate the load and were more than ready to bear children. Thick fatty padding covered my ass, hips, and waist. My enormous chest was full to bursting with creamy milk, now dripping down my side.

And more than all that, my enormous belly dominated my body. It was laughably huge and seemed heavier than it should be. It edged out over my knees, having grown larger and longer than my thighs before bulging out to the sides, packed full with babies.

I felt like a pregnant cow, hardly fit to stand out in the field, just waiting to give birth. I certainly was producing milk like one. Thoughts like these were becoming more common with more situations like this. Each one sent a new electric feeling through me that I wasn’t sure I liked.

‘I’ve blown up like a blimp’

‘I can hardly move with this huge belly’

‘I’ve been thoroughly bred’

Each of these thoughts added to a heat in my center, and I could feel myself growing wetter.

‘I can’t see my lower body’

‘I’m growing these babies so well’

‘I wonder if I will be bigger next time’

The last thought gave me pause. Next time? Enjoying this was one thing but planning to be bred again was not something that I thought I wanted. The unending growth and the loss of mobility were things I hated. The more I thought about it the more turned on I became.

To be like this, over and over again? To grow and grow without end, having as many babies as I could? My body expanding outwards even more, belly crowded with two, three, even four babies at a time?

I felt my hips involuntarily grind up against the weight of my huge belly.

Maybe that was a future I could get used to. It almost seemed inevitable now.

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[cutielapin]

2 year difference and that chair has endured all this new weight ….

It creaks underneath my weight now .. !

[mentouchherpeaches-deactivated2]

The government said the new mandated neural implants would launch the world into a better future for mankind.

The moment the last chip was implanted, the switch was flipped, elevating the baseline mental processing power of every man in the nation.

Every man. Women were rocked by the sensation of their thoughts slowing down to a crawl. The government capped the mental processing power of every woman in the country well below even the dumbest man. In an instant, former lawyers and doctors and engineers were as dim and flighty as any stripper or hooker.

With one more switch, each of those woman was all as horny as a stripper or hooker, too. In seconds, a whole gender became a dumbed down second-class who would have to obey their smarter betters.

It wasn't like the women understood enough of what was going on to complain anyway. The government was right; it was a better future for mankind.

[curiosa-hypnotica]

You realize your IQ reduction is going really well when you, once an avid book reader and prolific fanfic writer, can no longer understand most words anywhere. You have also started liking and resharing advice from self-help gurus and other stupid trash. And you get wet and horny and drooling by watching the worst movies and shows, just because you kind of remember how idiotic they seemed to you in the past, how well you could criticize them and point out their many flaws. How perfect they seem to you now! You yourself have become an idiot!🌀

[dirkcondorwrites]

Goodbye six-pack, hello true fulfilment.

[misogyny4girls]

The easiest way for a Man to alter a woman's mind is simply by being there. Like it or not, their dumb little brains will slowly mould into what he wants, even without them knowing, until before long, the most staunch feminist is just a brainwashed little baby factory.

[pregnancypreacher-deactivated20]

Deep down all women are pigs, that’s why they only have value when fattened up with your seed.

[womentocattle]

This kind of look should be more normal than a flat belly. Just a brainless, swollen cow who doesn't even know her pregnant gut is sticking out from her shirt, just happy to be breeding more babies for her Man.

[switchingdesires]

Awww <3 Is it hard to hit the correct keys with your new bimbo nails, sweetie?

Cute! Better get used to simplifying your vocabulary then, dummy <3 How about we get you some glasses that mess with your ability to read next? 🥰💕

[dykeboychewtoy]

Consider: the hypnotist physically holding you down to whisper the induction into your ear while it gets harder and harder to thrash and struggle and eventually you're forced to accept that you are both physically and mentally weaker than them, right before you go limp and stop thinking much of anything at all

[hornyftmthoughts]

I have my top surgery scheduled in a month and I keep thinking about waking up with just like... massive fake bimbo tits and plumped up lips and hair extensions

It makes me so fucking horny and wet thinking about the doctors deciding that instead of letting me look like a guy they make me way way way more feminine than I was before starting T, they even inserted some constant release high-strength E and feminizing hormones into my body!

They tell me it was a mistake and that they got my chart mixed up with a trans woman who ended up getting her chest flattened and face masculinized, with surgery to make her cock even bigger/thicker... They introduce us at the clinic and we're both so embarrassed and distressed about the situation.

They tell us we can come back in a few months to get things fixed, and we end up bonding as we heal, talking about our dysphoria and maybe kind of dating? It feels so weird, but we're nice to each other and it's good to have someone who gets it... She says she hopes she can have tits like mine, maybe even a bit bigger. I say I love how muscular her arms are, and that even if she doesn't like being a hot Amazon princess, I'd kill to have them so I could lift people up whenever I wanted...

But then when we go in, ready to put the whole experience behind us, the same thing happens again! I get bigger tits and lips, they even plump up my labia and ass, she ends up with an extra 4 inches of height, deeper voice, and was injected with a new growth formula that increased her body hair everywhere...

We end up getting a pay-out from the hospital for the mistake, but with the amount of surgery we went through, it would be too dangerous to try again... In the end, we start dating, and while we know in private who we are, to everyone else we look like one of the most stereotypical bimbo/chat couples around

Hot stuff anon! Sorry I've been away for so long, I literally forgot the password to my account and I deleted tumblr off my phone LMAO!!!! but this is the stuff of kinky dreams right here! UGH how I long for a forced boob surgery and a plump labia! Hot!!!

[ftmgirl4gop]

Unfortunately playing around with ai and my masc presenting photos is fun😅😵‍💫

[grandrebelfun]

[seedbed-4-slob]

@necrovital here, gonna rewrite an ask i sent a long time ago to one of your previous blogs that didn't get answered if that's okay 👍 it was kinda summer themed but whatever lets suspend our disbelief

so i've been living by myself for a few weeks now, and since the temperatures are so high and i'm sweating constantly i've just been keeping nude. it's not like i wanna leave when it's so hot, i'd rather just play some video games. not really keen on going shopping either so i've just been ordering a lot of greasy fast food, asking to leave it at my door so i don't have to dress to get it from the delivery person. besides, i've been jacking off a lot too, so my hands are constantly sticky. i like it when my cock cheese mixes with the pizza cheese anyway.

i haven't been showering either, so with my contant sweating and masturbating i'm basically exuding fumes of musk. and i think its been having some weird effects on me, because, sure, the 120kg weight gain can be blamed on the ten to fifteen pizzas a day that i eat, but there's no way my tdick also grew from that. it's gotta be the way i've become such a slob. cause i have a full on cock and balls now, on top of my cunt, and i can cum ropes like a cis guy. i've just been cumming randomly around the house, i dont even bother with cleaning it. i have so much smegma to snack on when i game, the cock is so big i can easily blow myself so my hands are free.

and like, i don't know if that's even possible, but i swear i got myself pregnant from sitting in one of the cum puddles with my bare cunt, because my belly is strained as hell even when i'm hungry, and my tits grew from S cups to triple Z cups and started leaking some thick yellowish milk. i'm so horny all the time, i mostly give myself boobjobs while overeating. i managed to fit my own cock into my own cunt a few times, i have the technique down so i can fuck myself, and it's getting me even more pregnant, my womb could fit a grown man inside. i hope i birth my own fully formed slob clone so we can fuck sloppily because this self-fucking trick is getting hard with how much fat i'm constantly gaining.

God this ask is so good, I'm so sorry I didn't answer it sooner but this is fully living the dream. Your whole house soaked in cum and smeg, complete fatass, pregnant with so many of your own brats (or maybe just one, who knows) that you're basically lugging a second you around. Not that you're going anywhere anyway, you're eating junk food and jerking off and playing video games. And as long as you're producing so much of your own food with all the putrid smeg and fermented cum and thick milk, at least whatever you managed to get yourself pregnant with will probably be just as fat and gross as you are. So you have that to look forward to, assuming you don't just get so impatient that you autopenetrate them all to a pulp.