I want to be having slow sex that slowly gets harder and faster until I'm whimpering for it to stop. And he does. For the moment that it takes for him to take the condom off and starts talking about how he's going to breed me whether I like it or not. Calling me his little slut, little breeding hole. And I beg for him to stop but he just puts his hand on my throat and makes it so I can barely breathe, and he goes deep, hard, and I'm crying but that does motivates him more. Tells me he's going to make me a dad/mom as he fills me up
Oh yes. I know this one. It’s often with bi or gay cis guys who have limited experience with needy, wet, pussy - tboy pussy or otherwise.
The soft, tender sex you expected with someone so inexperienced turning rough and primal because of how pussy feels around their cock.
At first, he slips inside slowly, with a condom, and kisses you - but the minute he feels your hot tight folds around his dick, he needs to feel even more.
You know something has changed because, even as his lips are locked on yours, the smooth, gentle rocking motion is interrupted with a hard buck that breaks your kiss and makes you gasp.
He breathily apologises, but he bucks again, harder, and then again. Harder.
You let out a whine. He apologises again, not for losing control of his movements this time, but because he’s tearing off he condom he promised he would wear and plunging back inside.
He lets out a groan at the sensation, your juices coating him, and he pins you down, rutting hard, stuffing his cock into you fast, down to the hilt, desperate to pound you deeper than he can actually go.
You’re squealing. A hand slams down onto your mouth. This is no longer about you.
As he thrusts and ruts and bucks harder, harder, in and out, you feel his lips at your ear. You can just make out the words he growls between heavy breaths - that you’re a “breeding hole”; “take it, slut”; and repeatedly; “feels so fucking good”.
He’s enraptured in the lightning pleasure of sex for pregnancy. It’s possible, that’s why you wanted a barrier. You can’t throw him off you, now, and in fact, your knees fall wide apart, letting him in.
You’re unable to breathe and seeing stars as he goes on against your ear: he tells you he no longer gives a fuck if you’re ready. He wants to see what happens to your body when you’re pregnant. When you’re bred. He’s going to make it fucking happen.
His load is thick, heavy, and the most he’s ever cum in his life.
Your next class is P.E. You're in the boys' locker room since you're considered one of them. Nobody even suspects that you might be trans, at least... you don't think so. You've been living as a guy ever since starting this school and never told anyone, you pass relatively well and you're happy that way. It's what you've always wanted, right? Though truth be told, you always get a bit flustered in the locker room, in the back of your mind there's a feeling that you don't fit in, like you're not really one of the boys, it's hard to ignore that biological difference between you, in the locker room you almost feel like... a girl pretending to be a boy.
You always change your shorts facing away from everyone so that nobody will notice your lack of a bulge, and to change your shirt you always wait for them to leave so they won't notice that you wear a binder.
Today is no different from every other day, all the guys have already changed and left, leaving you alone to do your business. As you pull your shirt up, suddenly one of the boys comes back. He freezes while closing the door behind him as his eyes widen and you quickly pull your shirt down. But it's too late, he saw it. You try to play it cool, pretending like nothing happened as he awkwardly explains that he forgot to take his water. He leaves and you're able to change. You hope that he doesn't realize what a binder is for, and if he does, that he keeps it to himself.
In the gym, there's a certain tense atmosphere in the air. The guys are looking at you weirdly, their eyes lingering on you longer than normally as they exchange strange looks at each other. It can't be... that one guy couldn't have told them, could he? You made sure to keep stealth all those years, it can't be that one stupid moment just ruined all that effort. The class ends and you're back in the locker room. 2 boys approach you, almost towering over you.
"Hey dude listen, can you..." You don't even register what's going on as one of them holds your hands behind your back and the other pulls up your shirt and then your binder, exposing your firm breasts to everybody in the locker room. They bounce off of one another upon being freed and your nipples harden against the cold air.
"I knew it, he's a fucking girl!" The guy that's holding your hands yells, drawing the attention of everyone in the room. You can feel their gazes on your skin, on your boobs, they just found out. Everyone just found out. You just stand there completely numb, you know there's no point in trying to fight, you wouldn't overpower even 1 man, let alone 2.
It's not like they haven't suspected anything. They could see the width of your hips every time you took your pants off as well as the pitch of your voice, your soft features and delicate build couldn't be hidden even if you tried. You always said that puberty just came late for you, but as you grew older, it became increasingly harder and harder to just pin everything on being a late bloomer. You were different than other boys and they noticed that, and now there was no turning back.
...
You don't really know how you found yourself in this position, but you're currently lying on your back on a bench, your legs wide spread while one of the boys is fucking your pussy and a line of other guys stand behind him, waiting for their turn on you. There are maybe 20, no, 30 of them, some standing next to you and fondling your exposed tits that jiggle with each thrust inside of you, 2 guys have their dicks above your face, masturbating to the sight of a hot girl being fucked.
"I can't believe she hid it for so long!" "I mean, I always kinda knew, just look at her!" "Damn, this weird bra thing hid those tits pretty well huh, you'd never guess she even had them and that they looked this good!" You can hear their voices in the background of your own moans and whimpers.
The boy that's currently fucking you starts shaking and breathing heavily and you can feel his warm cum fill your cervix. You immediately get scared for a second, both by a prospect of just getting impregnated and a realization that if that's not the case, there are 30 more who will also fill you up with their seed, so getting knocked up is practically guaranteed. However, your fear leaves as soon as you approach your own orgasm while one of the boys squeezes your boobs together, making them bounce upon release. You can't help your physiological responses, no matter how much you deny your womanhood, having a female body brings you pleasure, having a thick cock shoved inside of you just feels too good! During those moments when you cum, all this trans stuff always leaves your head completely, in those moments you're actually glad to be a woman, to have a hole that's made to be fucked, to have tits and you actually want others to see them! At least that's how it is when you masturbate with fingers or dildos, but nothing can compare to having a real cock thrusted inside of you and shooting a load deep into your womb!
The boy steps aside and you're left trembling from your overbearing orgasm. But that wasn't even the beggining. Another guy steps into his place, leaving you no room to even catch a breath as he thrusts into you almost immediately. He got hard just by watching you get fucked like a whore. This one is much bigger than the last one, you can swear you can feel him in your belly. He looks down on you, smirking mockingly as he pulls back and thrusts with full force once again, hitting your sweer spot and your eyes roll back.
"Pffft, I guess the biggest tomboys always turn out to be biggest sluts in the end." You don't mind his derogatory tone, you actually like it. In this moment, you can't believe it, but you actually like being seen as a girl, a slut for those guys, a cumdumpster, you're glad that your body makes them horny. In this moment, you no longer see yourself as one of them, with no clothes on there's no way to keep the illusion up. You're fundamentally different than them, beneath all your clothes you're a girl, made to copulate with them, not be them.
The next one starts grinding his cock against your pussy instead of going in, slowly rubbing his entire lenght against your hole and clit, covering himself with your juices. It's so hard and thick and his teasing is driving you crazy, you want him *in* more than anything right now!
"Come on, what's the hold up? Just fuck her already!" "Yeah hurry or we won't get to fuck her before the break ends!" The others start forming a circle around you.
"Jeez, she's already too full, just wait a second until more of it leaks!" You can't see it, but there's quite a lot of cum leaking out of your hole. The guy covers your entire pussy with the white substance by grinding his cock against it. It's quite a nice creampie. The slick, slimy sounds only make you even more horny.
...
You've lost the count of how many have cummed inside you already, you stopped counting after the 10th guy. All you're sure of is that you've had at least 5 more orgasms. Right now, you find yourself on all fours, the last 3 boys left are inside of you from all the entrances. There's one behind you fucking your ass, one in front of you who you're deep throating right now, and the one who forgot the water and started all of this is currently below you, bucking his hips and fucking you deep inside your pussy. Your tits hang above his face and he's sucking on your right nipple while squeezing the other one.
...
It's been 3 months since that day. You've noticed your belly got a bit bigger. It's no surprise, it was a given that you'd get pregnant, you've had loads of cum from 30 different men inside of you that day. Your boobs have also been increasingly harder to bind - it takes more effort to put on a binder, and even if you wear it, you don't appear as flat anymore, your breasts seem more full and heavy lately. You don't try to fight it, in fact, you've become okay with pregnancy. You actually think about detransitioning for real. Your boobs are getting filled with milk, you start producing more and more estrogen with each day, your body does the most female thing it can possibly do and you're strangely okay with that.
You eventually stop binding completely, your breasts are now too big and sore, besides, your belly is very clearly visible, there's no point in trying to fool anyone, everybody knows what you are now, there's visible proof to everybody that you've been fucked in a way only a woman can be.
The invitation to an exclusive party was slipped under my door. It was being hosted by a guy I had secretly been crushing on for months, so of course I planned to attend. I went through my entire wardrobe trying to find the right outfit. It had to be sexy, but not slutty. I wanted to draw his attention, but I was a virgin and waiting for the right guy.
I showed up 20 minutes after the party was supposed to start because I didn’t want to seem overeager. When I knocked, he answered the door and flashed a charming smile.
“You made it! Come on in. Everyone is in the basement. Here, let me take your coat!”
He moved behind me and reached around to undo my jacket, his hands grazing my chest and causing my nipples to peak. His thumb grazed over one and I saw him smirk knowingly when I glanced at the mirror hanging in the entranceway. He lead me to the basement with his hand on the small of my back and I couldn’t help but blush at the attention. When we got downstairs I was surprised to see about 20 guys and no other women. He handed me a drink and told me not to worry, that I was the guest of honor. Feeling uncomfortable but not wanting to be rude, I took the drink and started to sip. He pushed the cup up further with his finger, making me drink it all. Instantly I started feeling dizzy and felt the room going dark. I must have passed out, because the next thing I knew I was naked and tied to a strange table. My legs were spread wide and I had a ring gag in my mouth. I instantly started to struggle, my screams muffled by the gag.
My crush walked up and I saw with horror that he was naked too. I looked around and saw that all the guys were, their huge cocks rock hard as they looked hungrily at my exposed and vulnerable body. My crush reached down and started teasing my clit. “I told you you’re the guest of honor. See, we have a tradition here. Every year we choose some unsuspecting slut and bring her down here to be bred. You’ll stay here until you have a positive pregnancy test and you’re far enough along that you can’t get an abortion. We’ll do a paternity test to see who’s seed knocked you up. Whoever’s seed does the deed gets to keep you.”
I start to struggle in earnest, but my binds are too tight. He walks around to line his rock hard cock up with my pussy, spreading my wetness around with the tip. He uses the tip to tease my increasingly sensitive clit before I feel his thick head pop into my pussy. He keeps teasing my clit, now with an eroscillator, as he slowly pushes his cock further and further into my virgin hole. I’ve never experienced pain like it. I’ve never even used a tampon because I’m too tight, and his cock was the kind of big most guys *think* they are. He was so thick he couldn’t fit his big hands all the way around the shaft, but he just laughed and told me he’d make it fit. He bottomed out against my cervix and spent some time just grinding his hips into me so the head of his cock massaged my cervix. He stayed there til I came, and then he started slamming his cock against my cervix like he was trying to break into my womb. He kept the eroscillator on my clit, each orgasm he forced from me becoming more and more unbearable. Finally I felt his balls tighten and his cock twitch as rope after rope of his potent seed flooded my cunt.
He made me cum one more time before pulling out, and it was only a split second before he was replaced by another cock. At the same time, the other guys rushed forward to start fucking my throat, groping and slapping my tits, pinching my nipples, and all the while there was always someone holding that fucking eroscillator on my clit. I passed out multiple times from the overstimulation and pain, only to be slapped awake because my captors got off on my reaction to their torment.
I lost count of how many loads I took in my cunt. My body was bruised and covered in angry red welts, and they seemed to take particular pleasure in overstimulating my hypersensitive clit. When the last guy blew his last load into my pussy, I was unlocked from the table and carried to a mattress on the floor, where they attached a chain to my ankle and left me alone in the dark, covered in and leaking cum and more sore than I’d ever been in my life. They told me to rest up because round two would start in a few hours.
need to be fucked by a rapist that knows I don't wanna get pregnant so they make me beg for it. slowly wear me down, edging me for hours, telling me I'll only get to cum if I ask them to take off the condom and fuck me raw. then after doing that for a while they make me beg them to cum inside. I refuse again and again and they keep repeating "say it, say you want it inside, you wanna get pregnant."
when I don't give in they leave me tied up with a vibrator on the lowest setting periodically buzzing against my clit, making me watch creampie compilations on repeat until I sob in terror and need
finally when their bare cock slides into my cunt again I scream for them to cum in me, cum in me, knock me up, please, but the euphoria only lasts until the second I cum, immediately replaced by the terrifying realization of what's happening in my vulnerable body as they pull me in as close as possible. spurting rope after rope of warm cum against my cervix while they groan in victory, lazily mouthing at my neck, letting their seed soak into me
We’re in middle of fucking. I am bend over, holding the edge of a bathtub for a better support. You are behind me, slowly, sliding in my tight hole. There is a big mirror in front of us where we can wacht the whole show.
“I wanna feel your skin against mine” you whisper in my ear when you pull me to yourself, leaving me standing. I only wear a binder, I never took it off in front of you.
“i don’t know…”
“cmon, just this one time.” you keep pushing me. I am not comfortable but I know you so long, I know you respect me… You slide your fingers under my binder on the side of my body, sliding your palms up.
“okay, just this one time” I approve and let you take the binder off. you throw it in the corner and press your bare chest to my back.
“finally” you breathe heavily in my ear and then I notice you staring in the mirror. staring on my bare chest. I try to cover myself but you take my hands.
“don’t. you’re so pretty like this. such big, nicely shaped breasts. puffy pinky nipples” you flick my nipples with your fingers and I shake my whole body “and you like it. watch it. watch them.” you grab my hair, forcing me to watch my reflection in the mirror. and then you start thrusting again. this time I, both of us can see my tits bouncing all over my chest.
“you’re so hot” you moan “do you still think you’re a boy?”
“y…yes.” I sob and you pull your dick out.
“really? okay, maybe you should get fucked like a boy then” you push your dick against my ass and hold my body close to yourself, holding one of my tits in your palm.
“no, not in my ass!”
“no? so where do you want it then?”
“in the… the other one”
“what is it? how is it called?
“a pussy” I whisper and feel the tip of your dick at my pussy lips.
“say it again. beg me to fuck your hole”
“please… please fuck my pussy.”
“what a nice little girl you are” you say before you stick it inside of my pussy and start fucking me again, speaking about how nice my tits bounce.
I hooked up with this guy I met on Grindr, and he seemed too good to be true. He was hot, always respectful of my trans status, and really good about laying out the boundaries and safe words before we did anything. He invited me to his house, but also offered to spring for a hotel room if I was uncomfortable going to his house alone. I felt like I could trust him, so we made plans for the next night.
When I got to his house, we started out light. Just chatting and slowly starting to touch each others legs or arms before we moved on to making out. I climbed onto his lap and started to grind as his hands started to explore. He started to pull up my shirt and I hesitated. “You don’t have to, but I just want to experience all of you. I think you’re a fucking sexy guy and having a chest that looks different doesn’t change that for me.”
I agreed and let him take off my shirt, then my binder. He sucked my sensitive nipples, flicking his tongue across them and lightly nibbling so I couldn’t help but moan in pleasure. He gripped my ass and stood up, carrying me to his bedroom and tossing me onto the bed. He climbed on top of me and resumed making out and teasing my nipples, his huge cock straining against his pants as he ground himself between my legs.
“Can I tie you up?”
“You remember our safe word?”
“Of course I do,” he said breathlessly, grinding harder into me so I could feel my wetness absolutely destroying my underwear.
“Ok, you can tie me up. Just remember you have to pull out. I’m not on birth control.”
“Don’t worry baby, I won’t forget.”
He tied each arm to one of the bed posts, pulled off my pants and underwear, then tied each ankle to the same bed posts so my legs were spread wide and kept up in the air. He took off his pants and my eyes grew wide as I saw his cock spring free, much bigger than I had realized. He stroked it and bent down to start eating me out. It wasn’t long at all before he had me screaming in pleasure, grinding my hips as he sucked and licked. He kept going for several more orgasms, despite my desperate pleas for a break. The more I whimpered and shook and tried to pull away, the more eager he became.
Finally he stopped, climbing up to kiss me with my cum all over his lips. He reached down and started to move the head of his cock up and down over my hypersensitive clit, chuckling darkly at how begged him to stop. He finally started to tease my hole, slowly at first. He’d slip the tip in and slide back up to my clit, back and forth like that, going a little deeper with each thrust. When I finally felt him pressed firmly against my cervix, his balls smashed against my ass, I let out a little whimper of pleasure as he just ground his hips for a few minutes, massaging my cervix with the head of his cock.
But then something changed in him. He got a dark look in his eye that made me a little uneasy, then he started to slam his cock into my cervix over and over, each time pulling out to the tip and thrusting back in with as much force as he could muster. I cried out in pain and he reached over to his bedside table to pull out a ball gag. He forced it into my mouth and strapped it tight so I couldn’t spot it out. It was then that I realized I had no way to say my safe word. Panic started to set in as he gripped my hips and pounded into me. I felt him getting close to cumming and started screaming, trying desperately to tell him to pull out.
Then he did. He pulled out, stroking his cock furiously with that same dark look in his eyes. Just before he came, he lined up the tip with my entrance, still gaping after he pounded into me. He sprayed rope after rope of cum directly into my pussy. When he finished, he pushed in again, leaning down to whisper in my ear “I promised I’d pull out. I said nothing about not cumming in that sweet little pussy. Now I’m gonna fuck my load deeper into your cunt and you’re gonna stay right here so none leaks out. You’re gonna be my good little girl from now on. You’re gonna take my cum whenever I want, and you’re gonna carry my babies. This is your life now. Just a little cum slut girl who’s only good for breeding and pleasing cock.”
Time was a blur, simultaneously flying by and crawling. I had no idea how long I’d actually been in this hell, but I guessed at least a month.
I’d been subjected to a new torture every day. One day he cuffed my hands behind my back and forced me to stand on a small pedestal with a dildo and a vibrator attached to a pole. Once I was in place with the dildo inside me and the vibrator on my clit, he raised the pole about an inch so I had to stand on my tip toes to avoid the pain of the dildo pressing into my cervix. If I stood taller on my toes, I could give myself a break from the vibrator, but he left me there all day. As I got more and more tired, this one-bar prison created a unique form of torture wherein I had to choose between standing on my tip toes to avoid the vibrator or giving my weak, aching calves a break and dealing with the incessant overstimulation from the vibrator. The result was me basically bouncing up and down, fucking myself on the dildo.
Another day he made me sit on his lap silently while he teased my clit, his hard cock buried deep inside me. My squirming and my hole squeezing his cock as I came repeatedly was all he used to get off. He kept me there until he got soft and stayed soft, which took him hours.
Today, he lead me into a room with the familiar padded table in the center. He tied me to the table, spread eagle as usual, and then hung a bucket under my pussy. “I’m having a little party, baby, and you’re the entertainment. Every guy who comes here is gonna rape this tight little cunt over and over again. You’re gonna keep taking loads until enough cum leaks out of your pussy to fill this bucket. When that happens, you’re gonna get a cum bath. Doesn’t that sound fun?”
When I didn’t say anything, he slapped me hard across the face and asked again. “Yes,” I said reluctantly.
“Yes what?”
“Yes sir.”
“Good girl. And it sounds like my guests are starting to arrive!”
With that, the door opened and a huge crowd of men poured in. They were all different ages, body types, races…I couldn’t help but notice that some of their cocks looked like they would rip me in half. He greeted the crowd, explained the rules (no condoms, cum goes in the pussy, they were allowed to fuck any hole as long as they pulled out and finished in my pussy, and no permanent damage). Then he set them loose and I realized that before today I hadn’t known what hell really was. Instantly I felt a cock pressing into my entrance, bigger than I had ever taken before. At the same time another guy was pushing into my ass, and a third guy had plugged my nose to force me to open my mouth. He dipped his balls into my mouth first and ordered me to “polish the boys” until he was ready to fuck my throat. He was basically sitting on my face, his balls in my mouth and my nose forced between his ass cheeks. Trying not to puke, I licked his balls and did my best to breath through my mouth, which he was intentionally making difficult for me to do. Eventually he stood up, grabbed my face painfully, and pushed his cock all the way down my throat before pulling back out and slapping his cock on my face. Getting fucked simultaneously in all three holes was more than I could handle, but with his cock thrusting in and out of my throat, I couldn’t get out a scream. This went on for hours, with a seemingly unending stream of men eager to use my body like a fuck toy.
When the bucket was finally full, he slammed hard into my pussy so his would be the last cock I felt that day. He pumped furiously, thrusting so hard into my cervix I thought he might punch through it. I sobbed in pain and he laughed as the guys shouted out encouragement, like “yeah she likes it rough!” And “breed that bitch good!”
Finally I felt his cock spasm as he flooded me with his cum. He stood back and watched it pour out of my hole and into the bucket, nearly making it overflow. He tied a vibrator to my clit and turned it on high, then grabbed the bucket from its hook. To a loud chant of “cum bath! Cum bath! Cum bath!” He slowly poured the cum all over my body, starting with my face. The cum was cold, sticky, and thick as it oozed down my face, over my tits, covered my stomach, and drenched each leg. I was fully coated in cum, but there was a bit left in the bucket. He ordered me to open my mouth, and to thunderous applause he poured the last of the cum in my mouth. It filled my mouth and overflowed, choking me as I tried and failed to drink it down. I was utterly humiliated as the first orgasm rolled through me. The men stayed all night as I lay there covered in cum, screaming through orgasm after orgasm. Every once in a while a guy would walk up and jack off onto me, adding to my humiliation, until finally they all filtered out and the vibrator was turned off.
He untied me and pulled me into a shower stall, where he turned on ice cold water and stood there watching as I shivered and tried to wash away my shame.
The next day, my neighbor came back into the room where he’d left me tied, naked, and full of cum. Without a word, he untied me and yanked me off the table and into a standing position, his grip on my hair so tight I worried he would pull it all out. He pulled me out of the room and down a long hall. Clearly we weren’t in his house - there was no way he had this much space. Where had he taken me??
We turned into a room full of mirrors and he tied my hands to a hook hanging from the ceiling. He forced one of my legs up into the air and tied that too, making sure my most sensitive areas were fully exposed. He walked out of the room without a word, coming back a few minutes later with a box, which he sat on the floor next to me. He pulled out a ball gag, which he forced into my mouth and secured tightly in place. Then he pulled out a vibrator attached to some sort of stick. Wordlessly, he positioned the vibrator so it was pressed firmly on my clit and tied the stick to my leg so the vibrator wouldn’t move. When he was finished, he stood up and admired his handy work.
“Welcome to day one of your training. You’re going to spend all day in here, where you’re surrounded by mirrors so no matter where you look, you’ll see the truth of your sweet, vulnerable, feminine body. And while you’re staring at your body, you’ll be cumming. Over and over and over. Throughout the day I’ll come in and fuck you while you cum.”
He stood behind me, his hands groping and exploring while he said all this. “You’re gonna cum while you watch me breed this tight little pussy. You’re gonna breed while you watch me rape this virgin ass. You’re gonna cum while you watch me use you the way a woman is meant to be used.”
With that, he gave my nipples a hard pinch and turned on the vibrator before walking out of the room. No matter where I looked, I saw another angle of my predicament. I tried to close my eyes, but I felt a shock from the chains binding my wrists to the hook. Over an intercom, he said “keep those eyes open, girly. That was just a taste. Next time you close them the intensity gets turned up.”
I started to hyperventilate as I felt the first orgasm starting to build. My traitorous nipples were peaked and glistening from the drool that poured from my gagged mouth. I came hard, the orgasm seeming to just build and keep building with the relentless stimulation. Already it felt like more than I could handle, and I was going to be stuck here for hours. I sobbed as I felt a second orgasm building right after the first. I tried and failed to move in such a way that the vibrator would be dislodged from my clit, even a little, but all my shifting around just made the overstimulation worse. I lost track of how many times I had cum when he came back the first time.
He circled me slowly, stroking his hard cock and grinning as I convulsed and screamed through the gag. Finally he stood behind me, gripping my hips to hold me in place as he guided his cock to my entrance and pushed in. He made eye contact with me in the mirror as he fucked me with long, slow strokes. Every time I came, he pushed in balls deep and let my pussy squeeze his cock. He fucked me for what felt like hours, sometimes pumping hard and fast, sometimes letting my squirming do the work. But always, he maintained eye contact with me. I was too scared to look away, afraid of what new pain he would inflict on me. He kept whispering “good girl, just like that. You take my cock so good, baby. Mmmm you’re my good girl, aren’t you? You like feeling my cock buried in your pussy? Such a good girl.”
By the end of the day, I was a limp noodle when he unhooked me. He had to carry me back to “my” room. When we got back, the padded table had been pushed to one side of the room and a bed had been added. He laid me on the bed and secured my hands and legs to each of the four bed posts. I couldn’t have struggled if I’d wanted to. Then he climbed on top of me and slipped his cock back into my pussy. He fucked me slow, kissing me all over and gently stroking my cheek. He came deep inside me and then laid there, his cock still inside me, his head nuzzled into the space between my neck and shoulder. Lightly playing with one of my nipples, he told me I’d had a great first day and this was my reward. He stayed like that until he fell asleep, and I laid there helpless, tears silently rolling down my cheeks. I was humiliated, exhausted, sore, and terrified that I really wouldn’t get out of this. I must have eventually fallen asleep too, because I woke up the next morning when he started thrusting inside me and kissing me with his rank morning breath. I hoped he wouldn’t put me back in the same room that day, but I had a sinking feeling in my gut as I wondered what other torture he might have planned.
I woke up in a dark room in a dazed fog. Slowly, my situation started to become clear. I was completely naked, tied to a padded table with my arms tied at my sides and my legs spread-eagle. I had no clue how I wound up there, and the dysphoria of being exposed like this was making bile rise up my throat. The last thing I remembered was walking to my car in the parking garage after staying late at work to finish a project.
I had no idea how long I’d been here before waking up, and the pitch black of the room I was in made it impossible to tell how much time was passing. Suddenly I heard a door open and closed my eyes against the light that spilled through and painfully lit my face. I couldn’t make out who was standing in the doorway, but it was definitely a man. I wanted to ask where the fuck I was, but my terror kept me silent as he turned on the lights and slowly walked toward me.
When he got close enough that I could make out some details through my still fuzzy vision, I saw who my captor was and gasped. It was my next door neighbor - a guy who had never spoken two words to me, but who I always caught leering at me any time I walked past his house.
Finally, I found my voice. “What the fuck is this?? Let me go!”
“I’m afraid that won’t be happening,” he said as he started slowly tracing his fingers over my naked body. “I’ve been waiting a very long time for this. I saw you take off that binder you wear to hide your tits one day when I glanced toward your house, and I knew I had to have you. I’ve always to feel a delusional bitch’s cunt wrapped around my cock as I fuck her the way she’s meant to be fucked. I took the liberty of writing a goodbye note from you and emailing it to everyone you know. As far as anyone is concerned, you’ve decided to flee the country to somewhere safer for trans people, and you felt the need for a fresh start, so you left no forwarding address. You’ve cancelled your lease, quit your job, and sold your car. In short, you belong to me now.”
“What the fuck you can’t do that! My friends won’t believe I just left. Someone will call the police.”
“Oh no, they’ve all been posting on social media about how you’ve got the right idea and they wish they could do it too. Turns out you love a good rant about dropping everything and leaving. They all just figured you finally made good on that.”
As the realization started to set in that no one would be looking for me, I felt my panic start to rise. Sensing my rising heart rate and rapid breathing, he laughed and pinched my nipple before telling me I’d get used to my new life in no time.
“It’s going to be an adjustment, for sure. You’ll go through a rigorous training program to break you in, and I should warn you now that I am not a patient man. I expect to be obeyed the first time I give you an order, and failure to do so will be met with swift punishment.”
“You can’t do this! I’m a fucking human being! I have rights!”
“Wrong! You are a fuck toy. A cum dump. A pussy and a pair of perky tits. You are rape meat.”
With that he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, already rock hard, and rubbed it all over my face. He squeezed a drop of precum onto my lips and rubbed it in with the tip of his cock before grabbing it and slapping it down on my face HARD. His cock was bigger than any I’d seen in real life, so the force actually rattled my brain a bit. Then he wrapped his hand around my throat and squeezed, leaning in to whisper menacingly in my ear “I’m gonna fuck this throat, and you’re gonna be a good girl and take it. You’re not gonna bite my cock. Because you know that if you do, you’ll never take another breath. Now, open your mouth, and do NOT (he squeezed a little harder) make me tell you twice.”
He let go and walked around to stand behind my head while I coughed, trying to catch my breath. Hearing him call me a “good girl” had been like a knife to the gut in this already fucked up scenario. You wouldn’t think dysphoria would even be on my radar right now, but I couldn’t help it. I choked out a sob as he forced my mouth open and slid his cock to the back of my throat. He thrust back and forth for a while, pushing firmly against my gag reflex with each thrust. Then he reached up and grabbed my tits, squeezing them hard as he pushed further, deeper, not stopping until my throat bulged and his balls were pressed against my face. He moaned as he made small thrusting motions there, just grinding his cock inside my throat while I struggled not to pass out. After what felt like an eternity, he pulled out and wiped his cock on my face.
“That’s it, little girl. That’s how you take a cock down your throat. You liked that, didn’t you? Let’s check and see how wet you are for me, hmm?”
As he reached up to stroke my pussy, chuckling when he found it soaked, he thrust back down my throat. “Let’s see who can cum first, shall we? The faster you make me cum, the sooner I’ll pull out of your throat. If you cum before I do though, I’m gonna finish in your cunt.”
He traced circles around my pulsing clit as he thrust deeper down my throat, his balls slapping furiously against my face. He teased me faster and faster, eventually pressing a vibrator to my clit so suddenly it made my whole body twitch in shock.
“I think she’s gonna cum! I think the slutty little girl wants my seed. Mmmm, is that it, little girl? You wanna feel my cum flood this tight little cunt?”
Humiliatingly, I came as he said that, spraying cum in powerful spurts as he turned up the vibrator and kept it pressed against my clit.
As soon as he pulled his cock out of my throat, I started screaming. My hypersensitive clit being tortured with overstimulation that overrode my body’s need to gasp for air. “Mmmmmm, that feels good, doesn’t it? You wanna keep cumming while I fuck your tight little pussy, don’t you? You wanna cum all over your rapist’s cock? Mmmm that’s it, good girl.”
He gave me no reprieve as he walked around and slammed balls deep into my pussy in one thrust. “Mmmmmm fuck! You’re so fucking tight. You’re gonna make me cum real hard squeezing my cock like that! FUUUCKKKKKKK”
I felt his cock throb over and over as he filled me with his cum. He finally pulled the vibrator off my clit and just kept his cock pressed inside me.
“You’re gonna look so sexy knocked up. These big tits are gonna get even bigger. Im gonna have so much fun keeping you knocked up. I’ll fuck you in front of a mirror so you can see the truth about who and what you are: a woman. A slutty little girl who only exists to please my cock. My tight little cum dump.”
Sobbing, I begged him to let me go. Please, I won’t tell anyone what happened. I just can’t do this. I can’t have a baby. I’m not a woman. Please, please, oh god please just fucking let me go.”
He didn’t even bother responding. He just picked up the vibrator and passed it back and forth across my clit. As he started to get hard again, he started pumping hard and fast, slamming into my cervix over and over again. He just smiled maliciously as he forced orgasm after orgasm from me and fucked several more loads into me.
By the time he was finished with me, I was an incoherent mess. “Get some rest, baby girl. I’ve got a big day planned for you for tomorrow.” He pinched my nipples one last time before walking away, shutting off the light and closing me back in complete darkness.
"Look, baby, I'm not hurting you. All I want to do is play a game."
He was in between you and the door, with your clothes by his feet. Not moving towards you - just standing there, stroking himself.
You hated the tone of his voice: he was trying to sound so reasonable, as if he didn't have you trapped in a room with his dick out.
"I just want to see you come. As soon as you come, you can leave. But if I get there first, I'm going to need somewhere to do it."
You tried to look away, but your eyes caught on a bead of pre-cum at the tip of his cock. You hadn't gotten around to renewing your birth control...
"All you have to do is make yourself come, if you don't want to come around my throbbing cock."
Trembling, fearful, and humiliated, you closed your eyes and reached down with one hand.
...
You'd always had a good imagination. You could imagine yourself anywhere but here.
It worked. You managed to forget the man menacing you, forget why you were doing this. With your eyes closed, you dipped into your favorite fantasies, starting to pant a little under your breath as you got close.
And then, just as you tensed like a bowstring, ready for release and freedom, he stepped forward and buried himself in your desperately wet cunt. And you came, hard, feeling his cock fill you and the warmth of his cum spill deep inside.
A few moments later, he stepped back, leaving you staring down in horror at the thick white fluid already starting to creep down your thighs.
"Shame you couldn't get there in time, sugar. But I guess it wasn't really fair. Nothing gets me ready to knock a girl up like seeing her about to come for me."
I had been wanting top surgery for years, but could never afford it. Finally, I had saved up enough money and just needed a letter from a doctor. A friend I’ve had online for about a year recommended his doctor to me and I made an appointment right away.
The day of the appointment I was all nerves. I was excited at the prospect of removing this last barrier to getting my surgery, but also scared of meeting a new doctor, especially since it didn’t seem like he specialized in trans issues at all. I sat in the waiting room and stared at my phone, not really seeing anything as I waited to be called back. Finally the nurse called my name and lead me to a room all the way at the back of the office. She handed me a hospital gown and instructed me to take off my clothes and put it on. “You’re his last appointment today, and the rest of the staff has already gone home. I’ll be finishing up some paperwork and then leaving too, so if you need angthing there won’t be anyone available but the doctor. He should only be a few minutes though.”
I thought it was a little weird, but I just figured I needed to get through this appointment and get my letter, so when she closed the door I stripped and put on the gown. I sat on the exam bed and crossed my arms over my chest, my dysphoria going wild. Not long into my wait, I heard a knock on the door and the doctor walked in. I couldn’t help but notice how hot he was. And judging by the bulge in his tight pants, he was big too.
I hoped he hadn’t noticed me looking. If he did, he didn’t mention it. He pulled over a chair and sat in front of me. “I understand you’re interested in top surgery?”
“Yes, I am.”
“Mmhmm. Alright, we might as well jump right into the examination. First I’ll need to examine your breasts for any lumps. Why don’t you take off your gown and lay back?”
“Umm, I was told to take everything off. Is it ok if I just lower it so I’m still covered down there?”
“I’m afraid I’ll need unrestricted access for the exam. I’m quiet…thorough. It’s for your protection, mind. Don’t worry, I’m a professional.”
I slowly pulled off the gown and laid back when I felt him guiding my legs into stirrups and strapping them in place. He told me it was just to prevent slipping, which made no sense. He walked around and stood by my head, his bulge pressing into my face as he squeezed and felt each breast for what was surely much longer than was necessary.
“Excellent. Now, I have a policy. I don’t write letters for gender confirmation surgery unless you pass my test. Don’t worry. If you truly want to be a man, you’ll have no problem passing,” he said, his hands still groping my chest.
“A test?? No one said anything about a test!”
“This is a major decision. Before I can ethically support your choice, I need to know you’re certain.”
“H-how do you test that?”
“Simple. I’m going to use your body the way a woman’s body is meant to be used. If you don’t cum, I write your letter. If you do cum, I keep using you until you admit you’re a woman.”
“What the fuck?? I’m out of here! Let me go!”
“Ah ah ah, now that we’ve started, there’s no stopping until I’ve finished.”
He slowly stripped, walking around so his absolutely enormous cock slapped on my pussy when he pulled off his briefs. He commented on how wet I was already and said it wasn’t looking good for me. I cried and begged him not to, told him I was a virgin and didn’t want this. He just laughed and guided his cock into my entrance, letting out a growling groan as he broke my hymen and pushed in to the hilt. He ground against my cervix for a few minutes, his hands exploring my exposed and vulnerable body. It didn’t take him long to notice how sensitive my nipples are. Grinning evilly, he set a fast, hard pace as he teased my nipples.
Then he started playing with my clit too, rubbing back and forth as I writhed in pleasure and humiliation. I came hard, gushing cum around his cock. As I came, he let out a satisfied groan and I felt his cock start to spasm inside me. In horror, I realized he was cumming in me and that I could get pregnant.
“Mmmmm good girl. When I saw those perfect tits and this sweet little pussy I knew you’d fail my test. How many more loads do you think I’ll blow in your cunt before I have you screaming that you’re a woman and begging me not to stop?”
I could feel his cock already getting hard again. Then he leaned in and whispered in my ear that he was who I’d been talking to online and that I shouldn’t be so trusting. Now I was all his.
“You heard my nurse. We’re alone here. I’m gonna use you all night long. You’ll be leaking cum from every hole. When I’m done I might just decide to keep you. You’re gonna look so sexy with my baby growing inside you, and I can’t have you doing anything to get rid of it.”
He pulled out and I felt his cum gush out of me. He walked to my face and smeared our combined cum all over my face before forcing me to open my mouth so he could fuck my throat. He seemed to enjoy staying in my throat just a bit longer than I could handle, and always slammed back in without letting me catch my breath. Every so often he would catch the copious amounts of drool coming from my mouth and smear it over my face. I gagged and choked, feeling lightheaded and sick at the same time.
He moved back between my legs and slammed in to the hilt in one thrust. Then he grabbed a ball gag and forced it into my mouth, securing it with surprising speed as he fucked me. Then he pulled out his phone and started taking pictures and videos of me. He pressed a vibrator to my still sensitive clit and forced me to cum on his cock over and over, filming the whole time until he eventually sent videos and photos to a bunch of his friends in an invitation to come “play with his new toy.” The prospect of being seen like this many more men, let alone being raped by them, was more than I could bear. I sobbed, unable to make more than incoherent gargles through the gag.
“Mmmmm you’re gonna be a good girl for my friends, aren’t you? You’re gonna take their cocks like a good little fuck toy and do what you’re told. This is gonna happen whether you cooperate or not. How unpleasant it is for you depends on your behavior when they get here. So, are you gonna be a good girl?”
Crying and sore, I nodded in resignation. He slapped me across the face hard and told me to say it out loud.
“I’m gonna be good, I swear!”
“You’re not off to a great start, slut. You know what I want you to say. Now, say it like you mean it or I’ll make you hurt in ways you can’t even fathom.”
“I’m gonna be a good girl.”
“Again.”
“I’m gonna be a good girl!”
“Mmmmmmm. Doesn’t that feel good to admit? You get to live the easy life now! You never have to make a decision or have a thought again. You only have to do what you’re told and be a good little breeding slave. That’s my girl”
The bathroom door is unlocked so when I open it, I'm surprised to see someone inside. He's standing there, leaned against the sink. Eyes red and glossy, mouth drooly, speech slurred when he tries to question my presence.
I think I know him; he's like two or three years younger than me. "Hey, kid. Are you okay?" I place my hand on his back to try and steady him. "I'm just really, I think I'm really high."
He's babbly and maybe a little confused. He's so crossfaded right now. He might not be able to get home like this. He's vulnerable and weak in this state and I'm barely tipsy.
The thought of his boycunt makes my mouth water. I reach back and lock the door. He doesn't even notice. He also doesn't protest when I lay my hands on him again. One on his back, the other on his waist so I can turn him to face me.
"Whata you doing?" he asks before my lips collide with his forcing a kiss out of him, my tongue slips into his dry, liquor flavored mouth. He lets out a strangled noise before weakly trying to shove me away. I walk him back to the wall and hold him against it.
My mouth moves hungrily against his. The boy moves his head to pull away from me. I kiss his neck and lick at the soft skin there. I grope his tits and pull his shirt up so I can see them. They're cute, big and soft in my palms and his nipples are pink and soft.
I lean down to suck one into my mouth. He lets out a soft whimper of a noise as I lick at his cute nipple. The other seems neglected and I switch over to it. Another noise escapes him, this one is a little louder. No one will be able to hear anything I do to him over the thumping music. I tug his shirt over his head.
"W-wait, I don't... Leave me alone." My hands are already undoing his pants. Once I can yank them down and see his soaked cunt I smile. "You don't want this?" I question, slipping my hand between his thighs, "Why are you so wet then, sweetie?"
He swallows hard, trying to think of an answer. But he can't think of one before my finger circles his clit. "Yeah, that's it." His head falls forward onto my shoulder.
He's muttering about how he doesn't want me to do this. I doubt that he'll even remember this in a few hours. So, I of course have to use him while I can. I turn his body around and bend him over the sink. Jesus, he's so wet he's dripping and when I line my tip up with his entrance, he tenses up and lets out a choked yell as I shove my cock in his tight hole.
I'm balls deep and he's fluttering around me. "You're so tight. You're a virgin, huh?" The boy whines as I begin to thrust into him. It isn't long before he's moaning loudly and practically drooling into the sink.
"Wait, stop. I-I don't want... Please!" His protests are cut short by a sharp cry before he's cumming all over my cock, shaking from overstimulation. I don't stop ramming his cute pussy, he cums again on my cock, slick gushing down over my shaft.
I slam him hard, snapping my hips sharply. My thrusts become erratic and he starts to cry, babbling incoherent words between wet sobs and the slap of my balls on his cunt. "Yeah, that's right baby. You take my cock so good."
My cock twitches as I fill him with my hot seed. A loud moan erupts from him as he cums hard again. This time he slumps against the sink, letting me rut into him until my balls are empty. When I pull out he sobs.
His legs are essentially useless to him. I tuck my dick in my pants and wipe up his poor pussy. He'll definitely be sore in the morning. Especially after I feed him a few more drinks and take him back to my place.
The bathroom door is unlocked so when I open it, I'm surprised to see someone inside. He's standing there, leaned against the sink. Eyes red and glossy, mouth drooly, speech slurred when he tries to question my presence.
I think I know him; he's like two or three years younger than me. "Hey, kid. Are you okay?" I place my hand on his back to try and steady him. "I'm just really, I think I'm really high."
He's babbly and maybe a little confused. He's so crossfaded right now. He might not be able to get home like this. He's vulnerable and weak in this state and I'm barely tipsy.
The thought of his boycunt makes my mouth water. I reach back and lock the door. He doesn't even notice. He also doesn't protest when I lay my hands on him again. One on his back, the other on his waist so I can turn him to face me.
"Whata you doing?" he asks before my lips collide with his forcing a kiss out of him, my tongue slips into his dry, liquor flavored mouth. He lets out a strangled noise before weakly trying to shove me away. I walk him back to the wall and hold him against it.
My mouth moves hungrily against his. The boy moves his head to pull away from me. I kiss his neck and lick at the soft skin there. I grope his tits and pull his shirt up so I can see them. They're cute, big and soft in my palms and his nipples are pink and soft.
I lean down to suck one into my mouth. He lets out a soft whimper of a noise as I lick at his cute nipple. The other seems neglected and I switch over to it. Another noise escapes him, this one is a little louder. No one will be able to hear anything I do to him over the thumping music. I tug his shirt over his head.
"W-wait, I don't... Leave me alone." My hands are already undoing his pants. Once I can yank them down and see his soaked cunt I smile. "You don't want this?" I question, slipping my hand between his thighs, "Why are you so wet then, sweetie?"
He swallows hard, trying to think of an answer. But he can't think of one before my finger circles his clit. "Yeah, that's it." His head falls forward onto my shoulder.
He's muttering about how he doesn't want me to do this. I doubt that he'll even remember this in a few hours. So, I of course have to use him while I can. I turn his body around and bend him over the sink. Jesus, he's so wet he's dripping and when I line my tip up with his entrance, he tenses up and lets out a choked yell as I shove my cock in his tight hole.
I'm balls deep and he's fluttering around me. "You're so tight. You're a virgin, huh?" The boy whines as I begin to thrust into him. It isn't long before he's moaning loudly and practically drooling into the sink.
"Wait, stop. I-I don't want... Please!" His protests are cut short by a sharp cry before he's cumming all over my cock, shaking from overstimulation. I don't stop ramming his cute pussy, he cums again on my cock, slick gushing down over my shaft.
I slam him hard, snapping my hips sharply. My thrusts become erratic and he starts to cry, babbling incoherent words between wet sobs and the slap of my balls on his cunt. "Yeah, that's right baby. You take my cock so good."
My cock twitches as I fill him with my hot seed. A loud moan erupts from him as he cums hard again. This time he slumps against the sink, letting me rut into him until my balls are empty. When I pull out he sobs.
His legs are essentially useless to him. I tuck my dick in my pants and wipe up his poor pussy. He'll definitely be sore in the morning. Especially after I feed him a few more drinks and take him back to my place.
I’m thinking about wanting to claim them. About wanting to mate with them. About wanting to use Daddies little doll, as my personal little plaything. My personal little cumdump.
So I pounce on her. Pushing her down after having teased her pussy into a dripping fucking mess. My hands exploring every inch of her body before my thick, throbbing, raw cock pushes all the way inside her warm pussy. Starting this off by fucking her slow and shallow~ one hand rubbing her clit. The other choking her slightly. Slowly but surely wrapping my fingers around her throat more intensely as I feel their pussy twitch around my shaft.
As I fuck her her rougher and rougher. As her desperation grows. I’ll start to push my fat cock deeper into her tight depths. Pounding her as if she was my personal fucktoy. Drilling her as if she was my personal cumdeposit. Made to take load after load from me. Trained to take pleasure in receiving my creampies. Trained to be my toy. Daddies little doll to fuck.
Because that’s what she is. My fucktoy. Daddies pretty doll. The one i’m bending over right now and drilling roughly. The one I’m enjoying.
Because that’s what she is. My cumdump. The one I’m going to overflow with load after load of cum. The one I’m trying to breed.
Because that’s what she is. Mine. My toy. My woman. My doll. My sub. My cumdump.
So of course i’m going to drill her tight little pussy rougher and rougher as she moans from my cock. I’m going to make her cum all over daddies cock before my thick shaft throbs deeply inside her. Until I start moaning and grunting into her ear. Telling her how i’m going to mark her insides. Breed her. Before finally filling her up with wave after wave of hot fucking cum.
Making her Daddies little creampie slut as thick cum oozes out of her fertile pussy. Dripping down her legs. Puddling beneath her. Before I manhandle her and flip her around to rut into her again and again until she breaks and shatters for me. Until **you** break and shatter for me little pretty doll.
Imagine he’s got you in the meanest mating press, his thick cock spearing you open against the bed and it’s so good you’re seeing stars. But suddenly he stops and just leaves his cock inside of you, splitting you open, not thrusting and not moving, just buried deep inside, holding you nice and open for him. And he decides to focus on your clit, maybe with a vibrator or maybe with his fingers, just rubbing and playing with your swollen clit. It’s making you whine and buck your hips against his weight but he’s so much bigger and so much stronger there’s no way to stop him. He tells you to be a good girl and take it because he just wants to feel your pretty pussy pulse around his cock, he wants to feel your walls fluttering around him, your cunt milking his cock so perfectly in response to the overwhelming stimulation on your clit. And he’s so mean about it, one hand working your clit and the other braced against the bed so he can lean into you and keep you pinned down. He’s pushing you closer and closer to a mindbreaking orgasm as he whispers in your ear. “Such a good girl for me, come on, milk my cock with that pretty pussy, that’s it, feel good for me, I want to feel that cunt clenching around me, there you go.” And finally, your body breaks into a toe-curling orgasm, trembling, writhing, crying for him and the unrelenting pleasure he’s forcing out of you. You look at him through teary eyes, expecting him to go back to fucking you but all you see is the sadistic gleam in his eyes that tells you this is far from over. “Come on baby,” his voice is so mean as his fingers don’t stop working your clit, “One isn’t enough, give me more, let me feel that pretty pussy pulse around me again, that’s it, keep making those needy sounds for me, you can take it, I want your pussy to cum over and over again to milk all the cum out of my cock. We’re not stopping until I’m satisfied.” You’re sobbing now, trying to push him off, trying to make him stop the assault of pleasure. Begging, crying, gasping out pleas that he’s ignoring because he wants to use you to feel good, he wants to use you like a fuck doll, meant for nothing more than to milk his cock like a toy with no regard for how you feel. His fingers pull another orgasm from your body, the feeling lighting your every nerve and forcing your pussy to milk him just the way he likes. But it’s not enough for him, it won’t ever be enough for him, and so he keeps going. He pulls one orgasm after another out from your helpless body just so he can use you to make himself feel good. It has nothing to do with your pleasure because he’s exceeded that several times over now but it has everything to do with using you like a sex toy to get himself off. You have no idea how many times he’s forced your body to cum for him when he finally groans above you as his hips jerk into you, pumping his cum deep inside of your still-spasming walls. And maybe he’ll leave his cock inside of you even after, keeping you plugged up and nice and full with his cum while you fall asleep in his arms, with his gentle kisses on your forehead and soft strokes of your hair.
Note: This made me feral ugh please someone do this to me.
You squirm and writhe, feeling your teachers fingers violate your hole, unable to see anything with the bag still over your head.
“See how my fingers in her hole immediately affects her?” You hear your teacher say, “she may not seem like it, but her body is enjoying this.”
“I am not!!” You bark, trying to get out of your ropes. You hear the room full of frat boys laugh at you.
Your teacher smiles, “ah, she’s completely in denial. But don’t let this fool you, she definitely wants to serve her purpose, just look here.” Your teacher pulls his fingers out of you and shows the frat boys how wet his fingers got inside of you. “See! My hand is soaked, her words mean nothing.”
You let out a quiet whine, knowing exactly what’s about to happen to you.
“So, today” your teacher begins, “I’ll be showing you boys how to properly fornicate and how to impregnate a woman. And our lovely guest is going to be helping us all out today.”
You squirm as tears begin to well in your eyes, “please!” You beg. But to no avail.
“Please??” Your teacher laughs, “see everyone. She’s begging for it.”
Suddenly you can hear the sound of a belt unbuckling, and a zipper.
“Alright, men. Watch carefully.” Your teacher says. You feel him lingering behind you. “You’re gonna wanna line yourself up with her hole. Now-“ he turns to look at the group, “for the purposes of this exercise, I’ll be showing you how to use her vaginal hole, this is for the purposes of reproduction. Now if you’re in the market for a tighter more pleasurable hole, I’ll be showing you all how to use her ass in a separate demonstration.”
Just then you feel the tip of your teachers cock tease the opening of your hole. You brace yourself as you cry silently into the cloth bag covering your head.
“See how I run the tip of my cock over her hole? This helps to lubricate myself, so as not to chafe inside of her, but if she ever becomes dry, we have lots of lube on hand.” He pauses for a moment, “now, all I gotta do is-“
He pushes his cock inside of you and you let out a small groaning sound. He’s much bigger than you expected him to be.
“There we go… alrighty.” He smiles deviously, “now that I’m inside of her, I can begin the process.” He says as he begins to pick up a steady thrusting rhythm. “You don’t wanna go too hard at first, as you’ll end up expending all your energy in the first five minutes. You wanna take your time with it, really get her used to feeling your cock.”
And you can, with every long drawn out thrust, you’re getting more and more used to his huge cock inside of you, and you can feel your pussy getting wetter and wetter.
He begins to pick up the pace, grabbing onto your hips to keep himself steady, his movements becoming more intense and more aggressive.
“Oh she’s really liking this!” He laughs, as it’s undeniable how wet you’ve gotten from him forcing himself on you. You hear a few cheers and laughs from the group of guys watching you.
You can’t hold back your moans and groans any more, he’s thrusting into you at an incredible rate, like he wants to break you.
“I hope the club will forgive me, I’ve been pent up with this bitch for a while. Been wanting to fuck her since the day I first saw her, now I have my chance to breed her, and god, god I think- I think I’m gonna-“ he pauses as he lets out a deep grunt.
All you can feel is your teachers cock pressed directly into your cervix, leaking out huge amounts of white sticky cum.
You let out a small whine as you feel his cock being pulled out of you, and his cum dripping out onto the floor.
“Now,” he sighs, and puts a hand on the small of your back, “everyone line up behind her, we’re gonna do some hands on lessons.”
Today is a scary day for you. As a trans man, finding the right therapist is far more difficult than it is for most people, especially as you weren’t looking for just a new therapist today. You also need someone to write you a top surgery letter. Although you’ve only been on T for 2 months, barely enough to notice anything besides an increased libido and clit growth, your breasts are by far your biggest source of dysphoria. You often wear two binders when you’re going anywhere, and even then, a sizable bump is visible on your chest. You’re hoping they may become easier to bind with hormones, but you already know that you’ll need surgery regardless.
“Milo Brown?” A masculine voice calls your name from across the room. Glancing up, you see a very attractive man, much taller than you, looking to be in good shape under his professional attire, but not overly muscular. His dark shoulder-length wavy hair and stubble complement his gentle, masculine face and warm brown eyes.
Surprised by the man’s beauty, you stumble on your words as you rise from your seat. “I- uh- I’m here.”
“Great! Let’s get back to my office.” He smiles warmly and gestures for you to follow him out of the waiting room and down a hallway, passing mostly empty offices on the way. This doesn’t seem too odd, as there was construction on the lower floor. Maybe some patients didn’t like the noise and cancelled? Or maybe you’re trying to distract yourself from thinking of the exceedingly attractive man that may soon be your therapist. You’ve considered yourself gay since coming out, but starting hormones has certainly made that attraction all the more apparent.
As he opens his office door, you’re surprised by how casual it is. There’s a long couch next to an armchair, with a clipboard set neatly on top. His desk is to the side, seemingly ignored while clients were present in favor of a more personal layout. Thinking of something to say as you sat on the couch, you spit out “I like your office.”
“Thank you Milo, I spent a lot of time thinking of the anatomy of the room and how to make my clients most at ease. I find this works best.” He smiles at you, his eyes gentle and enticing. “I’m Dr. Sterling, I specialize in support for LGBT and FTM clients. Nice to meet you! Tell me a but about yourself and what brings you here.”
“My name is Milo Brown, I’m 19 years old, and I just started testosterone. I’ve been out as trans for a while but finally got access to hormones and I’m hoping to get top surgery as well, but I need a letter for it. I also just need support with my dysphoria and depression.” You cross your arms over your large chest self-consciously.
“Well, that’s nothing I haven’t heard before. Can you tell me more about your dysphoria regarding your chest?”
Shifting uncomfortably in your chair, you hesitantly proceed. “Every day is awful! They’re the first thing I think about when I wake up and I go to sleep trying not to feel or think about them. They’re so big and heavy that I feel them whenever I move and it makes me so dysphoric. It’s also impossible to make myself flat, so I never pass. As a gay man, it’s so hard to find a man who would want a guy with a body like mine!”
“Oh, Milo, I think that’s very negative thinking. Plenty of men would find you attractive! I thought you were quite beautiful when I saw you myself.”
You’re surprised by his words! That sounded very flirtatious, but maybe he was just trying to boost your ego. Either way, it made the empty space between your legs tingle when he said it. You also didn’t know he was queer, but it definitely makes you more comfortable with him. “Well… that does make me feel better. I still don’t feel comfortable with my chest though.”
“Why don’t we try something? This is an exercise I’ve done with plenty of my transmasuline patients before, and it has always improved their lives and helped with dysphoria. While we do it, I can assess you for top surgery as well! How does that sound?” He smiled at you expectingly.
“Uhhh… yeah, that sounds good. What are we doing?”
“I’m just going to have you answer some questions about your body and dysphoria. This may get uncomfortable, but it’s all part of this process. I’m sure you can trust me, right?”
“Of course!” You answer instinctively.
“Right. First, I want you to take off your shirt and binder.” He instructs casually.
“What!? I thought we were just answering questions. Is that necessary?” You’re again surprised, he wasn’t a surgeon and you had never shown anyone your chest before. You didn’t want to look at it yourself, much less this beautiful man you’re expecting to see regularly!
“I understand this is surprising and uncomfortable, but I want to understand your perspective on your body, as well as assess the size and density for surgery. I need to know this for the letter, and I understand this is very important to you. I’m sorry for the discomfort, Milo.” He looked at you apologetically, his brown eyes sparkling, staring in to your soul and shooting down between your legs.
“I… okay.” What he was saying did make sense, and you would do most anything for this surgery. Resolving to just get this over with, you take off your oversized hoodie and throw it on the couch next to you. Grabbing both binders at once, you exert a herculean force squeezing yourself out, panting as your huge breasts fly out. You blush with embarrassment as a loud clap can be heard from them swinging together.
Dr. Sterling calmly walks closer to you. “Do you know your cup size?”
“Uh… no, sorry.”
“That’s alright, we can measure now.” He smiles warmly and pulls out some measuring tape. Without hesitation, he walks up to you and wraps it around your chest! He first measures your underbust before moving to measure your bust. His hands rest on your breasts as he does so. “Alright… looks like you have J cups.” His hand brushes your nipple as he backs away.
“Mmph!” Involuntarily, you let out a short, feminine moan. Both the dysphoria of knowing your overwhelming cup size and your accidental vocalization leave you embarrassed and blushing harder than ever.
“It doesn’t seem like you’ve experienced any vocal changes from testosterone.” He observes.
“Umm… not yet, no.”
“It also seems like you have quite sensitive nipples?”
“I guess…”
“Well, have you ever considered embracing your breasts?”
“Huh?” You were confused. They made you sad and dysphoric, how could you ever embrace them? He did say whatever he was doing worked for all of his other transmasc patients, but this seemed absurd.
“Your breast are way too big to bind properly. I’ve seen you wearing two binders in here, and that is not healthy. As your therapist, I can’t encourage you to damage your body in such a way, and especially without two binders, you wouldn’t be able to hide them at all anyways. And why go through the trouble of binding if everyone can tell? It might do you some good to just accept your body as it is. It’s not like whether you bind now will affect surgery.”
Unfortunately, everything he was saying made perfect sense. Even when binding, it was very obvious you had breasts. Why go through all the trouble, especially if it was hurting your body? You were dysphoric either way, might as well be more comfortable physically. “I guess… I guess you’re right.”
“Yes… unfortunately it’s also not very possible hormones could reduce them to a bindable size either.”
This devastated you. Even later on testosterone, you would have obvious breasts? How could you expect anyone to take you seriously as a man? You had hoped to begin passing in public soon, and finally begin living comfortably, but you weren’t so sure now. Would it even be safe to live as a non-passing trans man? Why were you going through so much for hormones if there was no hope of passing before surgery anyways? Maybe you should just wait until then for hormones- no one will gender you right as you are now. “Maybe… maybe I should pause testosterone until surgery then.”
“Yes, I can see why. That might be the safest option for you.” He nodded solemnly. “We can practice some exercises to reduce dysphoria until then, if you’d like.” His frown shifted in to a comforting smile.
Still upset, you nodded.
He moved closer and, before you could react, placed one hand on each perky, round breast, grabbing you by the boobs.
Surprised, you squeaked.
“This is just to get you used to your breasts. It often helps most when someone else does it, so you’re more comfortable with other people seeing them.” He gently squeezed and pulled, running his fingers along your supple breasts, warm palms pressing your hard nipples.
“Mmmmmm-! Oooh!” You let out a series of feminine wails as the doctor palms at your breasts. They were so sensitive and they felt so heavy- so wrong on your body- and yet they sent waves of pleasure throughout your curvy figure.
“Are you still going to go by Milo? I mean, you’re stopping T until surgery because you won’t be able to pass. It would be weird to only keep the name and pronouns, especially for strangers.” His hands shifted to thumb at your nipples.
Your thoughts were flooded with waves of pleasure shooting from your tits. The importance of this decision didn’t fully register, but what he was saying made sense to you. “You’re right.”
“Good girl.”
“Huhh…”
“People are going to refer to you by what you look like. You know you don’t pass. This is just exposure training, okay?”
“Okay…” You mindlessly agree as he moves his head close to your breast.
“See? You are a good girl.” He starts to suck on your nipple, causing you to throw your head back and wail in pleasure. You don’t know when his own clothes came off, but he’s getting on top of you and pulling your pants off, leaving you in just your boxers with his much larger biologically male body pinning you down, suddenly kissing your lips.
“What… what are you doing now, d-doctor…” he cuts you off as you pant your words out.
“The easiest way to adapt to and accept being seen as a woman is to have sex with a straight man, one who can use you as only male can use female. You need this, Amelia. It’s okay.”
Hearing your deadname makes you cringe with dysphoria. You’ve always felt an aversion towards it, despising the femininity it signaled. You struggle to reconcile your attraction to the doctor and trust in his methods to your current panic. This all felt good and sounded logical but it’s happening too fast to react, and these are all such big decisions, and suddenly he’s pulling your boxers off.
“Your pussy is so perfect. You make such a sexy woman.” He rubs the length of his cock along your clit and hole. The distinction between your pathetic nub and his masculine length is obvious. He gropes your massive jiggling breasts, squeezing them together and lowering his head to kiss and suck your nipples as his dick prods your entrance.
“Doctor Sterling…” You moan his name as his assault on your tits grows heavier. He sloppily makes out with your huge boobs, enjoying every second he can get drowning in your massive breasts.
He momentarily pulls his mouth from your tits. “Yes… fuck, Amelia!” He rams his hard cock all the way inside you, hitting your cervix as he moans your deadname, resuming his assault on your massive wobbling boobs all the while.
You scream and wail, unsure if it’s in pleasure or some mix of dysphoria and grief for your lost ambitions. Whatever male identity you insisted on was currently obstructed by your massive tits and the straight man enjoying them as he pounded in to your soft, tight vagina. Anyone who saw you two would know immediately that this was heterosexual sex- they would never stop to consider you could be anything but a curvy woman being held down and fucked by a handsome man. Suddenly, the doctor’s thrusts sped up. You forgot condoms, and you’re barely on T!
Right as you open your mouth, he interrupts. “I’m gonna cum, Amelia! I’m cumming inside you!” He holds himself against your cervix, comforting you as you begin to scream. “Shhh, good girl, it’s okay.”
You feel his hot cum flood in to your unprotected pussy, tears falling from your eyes. Feeling the sticky cum start to leak out, you manage to speak. “Do… do you have a towel?”
“Uhhh… here!” He grabs your binders and rips them both, turning them in to makeshift towels as he pulls out, along with a flood of cum.
You know you said you wouldn’t bind anymore, but having the option taken away made everything all the more real. You know it was for the best tho. He specializes in helping trans men, and he said this always works. You just have to trust him! As time runs out, you don’t even realize you forgot to finish your top surgery letter.
Still… you couldn’t wait to book your next session.
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