"Happy Pride," Jason, a podcaster, greeted a group of buxom trans girls.
"Happy Pride, wooo!" they cheered for his camera guy, jiggling their fat breasts, causing most of them to fall out of their tops, big cocks erect, slapping against their thighs as they jumped to cheer.
"I'm Jason, I'm out here interviewing groups of beautiful young trans girls like yourselves for polling purposes on my website, for our community. If you don't mind..... from my left to right, can I get your name, age, cock size, and how long you've been living as a girl."
"I'm Chloe! Just turned 19, I'm eight inches, and I started transitioning seven years ago!"
"I'm Laura, also 19, my cock is twelve inches fully erect, and I started transitioning three years ago!"
Jason stepped in, "Wow, so you went through a few years of male puberty, I can tell from your voice, do you regret interrupting your male puberty to transition?"
Laura bit her lip and nodded. "Yeah, I should've probably waited until I masculinized a bit more, I look so girly now...."
"Not entirely, dear. I can definitely tell you're a guy."
Laura blushed. "Thanks! I'm probably gonna detransition soon, to be honest."
The girl in the middle giggled. "Awww, you totally should! I think about it all the time...."
Chloe stroked her cock, asking, "What about me? Do I look like a boy?"
Jason nodded, smiling. "I'd say of all of you, Chloe, you definitely look the most like a man. Transitioning young didn't really help you very much. To me it's extremely obvious you're not a girl."
Chloe stroked so hard she almost came, wincing as she made sure she only edged. "Fuuuuck.... Mmmm, thank you for being so honest! ❤️"
Jason looked at the girl in the middle. "You're next, dude."
She bit her lip. "I'm Tiffany, 21, my cock is seven inches, and I started transitioning five years ago."
"Another late bloomer," Jason remarked. "Probably shouldn't have bothered at that point but at least you tried."
"Not that I'm very convincing, I know...." Tiffany said, letting go of her voice training for a second to sound more guyish.
"I'm Natalie, 20, my cock is only four inches, and I started transitioning eight years ago."
"Damn," Jason said. "Such a small cock, that thing must be really starved for testosterone, huh?"
Natalie stroked her small cock. "I was thinking of going on Rocket, but I kinda like your idea more....."
"Of course you do, sweetheart. Last but not least...."
"I'm Christine! 19, my cock is fourteen inches, and I started transitioning six years ago."
"Lucky, what's your secret, darling?"
"Oh, I started detransitioning for my OF a few months ago. I still dress fem but I've started getting testosterone injections and steroid growth injections into my cock cause my fans wanted me to make it really big!"
"That makes sense.... So, I think I already got some info for my community. From left to right, how many of you think about detransitioning on a scale of 1 to 10? 1 being never, 10 being all the time. Go!"
Chloe cheerfully said, "8!"
"10!" Laura admitted.
Tiffany giggled. "....10."
Natalie blushed. "9...."
Christine stroked her huge cock. "10, and I'm already there!"
"On a scale of 1 to 10, how likely would you all be to vote for a politician who's anti-trans?"
Chloe jerked herself off a bit. "I've only been able to vote for a year but I voted all conservative down the ballot, definitely 10!"
Laura nodded, stroking her foot-long cock. "I mean, me too, and I voted conservative as well. 10, I guess."
Tiffany nodded. "Wow, glad I'm not the only one. I always vote conservative, too. 10!"
Natalie looked away. "Ummm, I don't really vote but I guess I'll start. 9? I'll vote conservative from now on."
"Attaboy," Jason said.
Christine stroked her huge cock. "Do you even need to ask? 10! I spoke before congress with a remote-controlled sex toy in my ass on stream to speak out against trans rights!"
The others applauded her. "I should start doing that," Chloe said, edging her cock.
"Last question. In the next year, will you detransition?"
Chloe tapped her chin. "Hmmmm, this year? Maybe."
"Awww, come on darling, do it!" Christine encouraged her. "You'll love finally going through male puberty!"
Tiffany agreed. "Yeah, Chloe, you should really do it already. You'll regret it if you don't start detransing soon."
"I know..... I-I guess! I'll detransition this year!" Chloe gulped nervously, looking at her sexy feminine body, thinking of it getting covered in body hair, becoming unrecognizable masculine....
Laura happily nodded. "I'm definitely detransitioning this year! I wanna get really fat and become super husky guy with a big round gut."
Tiffany gasped, smiling. "Oh my god, me too! I really wanna get fat after I start detransing in a few months."
"A few months? Why not start now?" Christine asked.
"Good point..... Laura, you and I should totally hook up and get, like, ridiculously fat together!"
"Deal!" Laura giggled.
Christine spanked Natalie, making her yelp. "Oh! Well, after hearing all of you, maybe I'll give detransitioning a shot? I'd love to have a big cock like you, Christine."
"And to get really, really fat?" Laura teased.
Natalie rubbed her tiny cock. "Might as well become a big gross slob if I'm gonna be a guy."
Chloe almost came again, flinching as she rolled her eyes, preventing another orgasm. "Mmmm...... What if all five of us got fat together? Just a bunch of totally unrestrained gluttony, becoming big gross pervy men..... so fat we struggle to walk...."
The girls continued chatting about their newfound shared fantasy of becoming extremely obese men. Jason wrapped up, turning to his cameraguy. "That's the tenth group we interviewed today, and only like.... what? Six or seven girls aren't detransitioning?"
The cameraguy shrugged. "I think it's TikTok and Instagram, they get bombarded with detrans content all day."
"Probably. Oh, look over there, another group. Damn, look at that thick Asian girl. Tits are bigger than her head, and her cock's huge. I bet we can convince her to detransition, easily."
Throwback to when I was 19 living as a trans girl. Yes, that's me on the left. I know. And guess who those two are with me? Josh and Dylan. People don't believe it when I tell them but yeah, it's true, we used to be skinny trans girls going to parties in skimpy dresses making TikTok videos. All of us transitioned in junior high and high school and didn't even go through male puberty. We went to college as sorority girls, yes, we got our asses destroyed by fratboys constantly.... believe it or not we were total sluts! I know..... what a difference a few years can make.
We all destransitioned within a year of each other. I was dating a conservative guy who wanted to see me detrans, basically asking what would happen if I stopped hrt and oh boy did I show him! Josh was already pretty conservative and all his friends at the university conservative group wanted him to detrans. Dylan felt left out and decided to join us just to see what he'd look like as a man. So there you go. We all detransed pretty effortlessly, didn't take any of us much convincing to stop pretending to be girls.
Now all three of us are in our mid twenties, perpetually single. We live with our parents again, all three of us are extremely obese. I weigh 630lbs, Josh weighs 580lbs, and Dylan weighs 670lbs. We all sit around all day naked, never bathing really, barely able to walk. We stuff our faces constantly. I think the second none of us needed to fit in skimpy dresses anymore we all started eating like pigs. We're all really hairy with giant guts. We all grew out our beards asap. I'm almost completely bald already, Josh just has a big bald spot, and Dylan's completely bald. Our pretty white teeth are rotting and falling out.
All we do is goon 24/7. I'm subscribed to like hundreds of OF models. Josh, Dylan, and I trade links to different girls and love sending gross, abusive comments their way, jerking our unwashed, filthy cocks under our giant hairy guts as we go on ten hour sprees of leaving vile, misogynistic comments on Influencers' pages on TikTok and Instagram. It feels so good to be a man, even if becoming immobile kind of sucks. Oh well, all the more time to goon and remind these pretty thots how pathetic they are!
"Well, it happened. Things feel pretty real now. The state sent us my honorary death certificate. I am officially just a balloon that's going to pop. You guys have no idea how excited this makes me, for real. When I saw Willowbrooke was doing a new clinical trial for Femruptarin in my city, I was like one of the first girls to sign on. They thankfully picked me—apparently like ten thousand girls signed up! But I wrote them a very nice email.... and promised to have sex with all the people from Willowbrooke running the trial as much as they want while I'm waiting to pop. I meeeean, helping give them vital research for the latest version of their awesome product!
I had to sign this waiver with skulls and crossbones on it. And this lovely message: 'Warning, this product is known to be fatal for 80% of women who take the doctor-recommended dose to achieve a lethally oversized pregnant figure.' I read that sentence and my pussy got so fucking wet. Like they're not even trying to hide why doctors prescribe this stuff. It's like a giant TikTok craze for a reason. Knowing you're gonna burst is hot. It's like your reputation no longer matters because you're just a walking blimp, and you know your new purpose is to pop. So until then..... just do whatever you want! It's so liberating.
And for the state to send out my certificate now makes my heart beat like a drum. I'm sooo horny right now. I'm not legally a living person anymore, just some temporarily warm holes connected to a blimp belly that's destined to burst. I was so eager when the folks at Willowbrooke talked to me. I told them I watch all the latest vids and nothing makes me hotter than watching some unsuspecting massively pregnant girl have her belly bumped into at the park or bank, and see the look of fear turn into pure euphoria as the whole thing just tears open and pop! Bye bye sexy pregnant girlie. This is seriously such a dream come true I'm freaking out! I'm going to the club every night until I pop! It's time to finally stop being some shy nerdy girl and get my brains fucked out as much as possible. If I'm lucky I'll get a few STDs to boot! This is the most fun I've had in ages. I'm framing this certificate asap! If any girls watching this are on the fence, pleeeease give Femruptarin a try, you'll be so glad you did! You deserve to pop. ❤️"
A man with his phone out, conducting interviews walked the festival grounds of a local Pride event. He came upon a group of four girls and stopped, using his phone to pan across them as they giggled, huddling together. "What have we here? You ladies mind answering a quick survey."
"No," they said, shaking their heads.
"Excellent. From left to right, who am I speaking to?"
"Tiffany."
"Brooke."
"Jamie."
"Riley."
"OK, great, I'm Brett. So I'm conducting interviews with trans girls for polling purposes on our website."
"Awesome!" Tiffany said.
"What gave us away?" Riley asked, smiling big.
Brett smiled. "Oh you four don't pass very well, I could tell you were boys."
The girls all shifted, trying to hide the erections being called male gave them. Brooke's nine-inch cock very obviously strained against her shorts. She cooed softly.
Tiffany scoffed. "Ew, Brooke, you aren't about to cum are you?"
"No......" Brooke said.
"Easy, guys," Brett said. "I don't need you gooners cumming all over yourselves I'm sure you do plenty of that on your own. Speaking of which, from left to right, how many hours a day do you spend masturbating to pornography, and what's your preferred genre?"
"About eight hours," Tiffany said. "I watch videos of pregnant girls getting groped and raped on public transportation, especially if they have big boobs."
"Ten hours....." Brooke said. "I watch detrans hypnosis and forced detrans content the most."
"Six hours," Jamie said. "Mostly what Tiffany said. I love seeing pregnant college girls getting ganged up on and force fucked!"
"Ten hours," Riley said. "I watch extreme public bdsm and humiliation a lot. Some detrans stuff, too."
"Wow," Brett said. "Doing my work for me. Next question, how often do you fantasize about detransitioning?"
"All the time," Tiffany said. "I'm so sick of being on E, I've had like two breast reductions since high school. They keep getting so big I get dysphoric."
"Ugh, same, about to schedule my third reduction," Brooke complained, her cock very obviously erect. "I just want to commit and start taking testosterone like Ashley last year, he's so much hotter as a guy."
"A lot," Jamie said. "I see all the fun guys have groping and fucking girls and I'm so jealous. It's humiliating getting ass fucked by guys at frat parties instead of being the dominant one.... Every time I see a pregnant girl on campus I just want to rip off her clothes and show her I'm really a guy!"
Riley bit her lip. "I actually might've gone off estrogen last week...... I'm detransing."
"What!? Congrats!" Tiffany said.
"OMG lucky! I want to detrans soooo bad!" Brooke said.
Brett smiled. "Congrats. Next question..... how many fakegirls have you seen detrans this past year alone at college? Riley included, I guess."
"Oh God.... counting Riley? Ummmm....." Tiffany counted on her fingers, struggling to find the number. "At least ten. There's a rumor going around that Veronica is detransing, too."
"The one with the KK-Cup boobs? Wow, I can't blame her," Jamie said.
Brooke rubbed her cock through her shorts. "I know fifteen who detransed."
"Fifteen, who else am I missing?" Tiffany asked.
"Well, that cute art teacher, Miss Moore, the one who's like 23 with the big ass and the H-Cup implants...."
"Wait she's detransing? No way!" Riley said.
"Yep, she announced it on Instagram not too long ago.... I goon to her sometimes."
"Jesus Brooke, you're hopeless...." Tiffany said.
"And that couple, Emily and Lydia, you know the ones who're always wearing the skimpy dresses that show off their cocks?"
"No way are they detransing," Jamie said, rubbing her own growing erection in her shorts. "I don't believe it."
"It's true, I was in the girls' room, um..... eavesdropping one day and they went into a stall, made out, and shot up testosterone together, giggling like crazy."
"Wow, I thought I noticed their voices dropped, holy crap..... Well, uh, I could only think of like eight, so I'm out."
Riley shrugged. "I was thinking of fourteen, didn't know about Miss Moore, good for him!"
Brett smiled. "Last question: Why haven't you detransed yet?"
Tiffany shrugged. "I dunno.... I really want to get rid of my boobs and just be a guy already but I've been living as a girl so long, ughhhh.... I probably should though, since I don't even pass well, right?"
"Not one bit," Brett said.
Tiffany bit her lip, her ten-inch cock getting erect, pressing against her skirt.
Brooke rubbed her cock shamelessly. "I think I'm gonna go off E today. Screw it, I only continued being a girl because my family convinced me to socially transition so young. I'm gonna detrans!"
"That's the spirit," Brett said.
Jamie giggled. "Now I'm feeling left out..... I guess I never detransed because there was a lot of pressure not to, because I was a trans girl who started blockers in junior high and everyone found me super inspirational I never thought of speaking up..... I've wanted to detrans for a while now. Finally fuck some cute pregnant coeds like a guy my age should be!"
"And you already know my answer," Riley said, lifting her skirt to show her growing eight-inch cock.
"Wow, thank you guys, this went just as I hoped. How about it, Tiffany and Jamie, why not join Brooke and Riley and detrans already?"
Tiffany and Jamie looked at each other and smiled. "OK! Fuck it, let's do it!" Tiffany said.
"Hell yes, finally! I am going to fuck so many busty preggo sluts! Yes!"
"Well, my work here is done. Another very successful pride, pose for me please, and take out your cocks."
The 'girls' did as instructed, showing off their big, rock-hard cocks for Brett, pumping them as people walked by grossed out, glaring in disgust.
"On a count of three, say 'We can't wait to detrans' with a big smile. One, two, three!"
"We can't wait to detrans!" all four fakegirls happily said, bobbing up and down, their cocks and scrotums out for all to see, bouncing freely. Brooke at last came as they did this together, hands free, moaning softly with a big smile, eyes rolled back as she shot a dozen loads.
Brett smiled. "Wow, to think how much you'll cum after going on T." He whistled. "So with you four, that makes forty-six fakegirls I've convinced to detrans today alone. Poor delusional men, it doesn't take much, almost like all of you fantasize about stopping your little game of make believe. I better find a few more of you, it'd be a shame if I didn't break fifty."
"Sorry, I'm really glad we met. You definitely helped me out a ton.... after this semester ends next week, though..." Courtney bit her lip.
"What's the matter? You make it sound like you're going away," Dan said.
"Ummmm, I'm detransitioning."
"What!? But why? You're gorgeous."
"I know, I've just been thinking a lot about it..... My parents have really been pressuring me. They were supportive when I started transitioning way back when. But.... Now that they see me as a grown woman, posting pics online, they really regret indulging my fantasies. They're kinda embarrassed by me and I don't blame them...."
"That's ridiculous, it's not like you're going to clubs or getting fucked every other night....."
Courtney blushed, looking away. "I, well, actually.... have an OF and a secret Instagram. My parents found it. I hate to ruin what you think of me, but I do go out and have lots of sex. You've never wondered about all the marks I'm always trying to hide on my neck and my breasts? I have some pretty bad strangle marks as you can see." The demure girl showed Dan.
"Wow.... Jesus, but seriously? You're detransing over being a bit horny?"
"Oh.... I thought you might be mad! I figured you might have a crush on me." She cleared her throat. "Guys get weird about that stuff." She bit her lip coyly. "I'm detransitioning because, I dunno.... it kinda sounds like fun?"
"So it's not just your parents?"
"What? I mean, they really, really want me to detrans. Same with like half our professors, my therapist, and everyone my parents tell that I'm detransitioning."
"They actually do that?"
"Every time we go out. They introduce me to our waitress or whoever's at the desk of our hotel when we check in. They'll be like, 'This is Courtney. She was actually born a boy and she's detransitioning very soon. So you can call him whatever you want.' It makes me kinda hard to see their faces light up, congratulating me on 'being honest with myself' and deciding to live as a guy. Then they always have some anecdote about their friend or daughter who used to be trans, that they were drop dead gorgeous like me, big boobs, and they decided to detransition and now you'd never know they looked like a girl. Like..... it's supposed to be super reassuring I won't resemble a girl at all."
"Wow, that's crazy, but I can see it. You'll look great as a man."
"Awww thanks. I really am excited, It's not just my parents but I, well, fantasize about detransitioning a lot. I jerk off every night imagining what it must be like to start taking testosterone, to lose my breasts." Courtney got a bit nervous. "Shaving my head. Growing loads of body hair. Um.... may I show you something?"
"Sure. What is it?"
Courtney unbuttoned her jeans. She showed him somewhat thick hair leading to her navel. Blushing, like a little strip tease routine, she turned, pulling down her jeans and panties. She spanked her plump, feminine ass, only.... it was covered in hair. She spread her ass, it was thick with hair; Dan couldn't even see her anus. "I've been bad..... I went off my estrogen and blockers a few months ago and this happened. My voice is getting a bit deeper.... but I voice trained so people wouldn't notice."
"Wow, you're already sprinting to that point of no return, huh? Where you won't look remotely like a girl?"
She giggled. "Guilty.... guys still fuck me but tell me I look like a man down there..... It makes me so fucking hard."
"Shit, you've really gone and decided to ruin your body, huh? You know how many trans girls would love to look like you?"
"I know, that's what makes it so hot....."
"Well, maybe I have a secret, too."
"Oh?"
"You know how you said you thought I have a crush on you....?"
"Yeah...."
"Well, I'm actually gay."
Courtney blushed a deep red. "Oh my god, I never would've guessed!"
"Seeing you with a fat, hairy ass like that honestly.... that's the first you ever managed to turn me on."
"So..... I'm guessing you want me to detrans now, too?"
"Sure. If it means I get to feed the fuck out of you and watch you get huge and hairy. I can already picture you bald with a beard, chest hair, a massive round hairy gut."
Courtney's cock stiffened up, her breaths trembled. "Is that right? Shit..... We should tell my parents the good news. I wonder how they'll feel about seeing me get extremely fat....?"
"I'm sure they'll like it more than having a slutty fakegirl for a son with a pair of giant udders."
"I know, these things have to go asap. Um, what else can I do? I'm kinda new to this whole being a guy thing."
"You'll be a natural, I'm sure. It's what you're supposed to be anyway. To start of..... how about I shave your head? My buddy takes testosterone supplements and body building powder, I'll see if he can hook you up."
"Thanks so much, Dan.... you always know just how to help me out."
A man approached Hazel, not much older than her, smiling handsomely. "Hey there, I noticed you sitting here alone and wanted to say hi."
"OK?" She smirked. "Like what you see?"
"Oh, definitely. In fact you'd be perfect."
"Perfect for what?" She bit her lip sexily.
"Oh, I'm training an apprentice and she's really eager to learn late-term abortions. She practically begs me to show her the ropes. Beautiful young woman, you'd get along well, I think."
"Sounds like it," Hazel purred. "So.... you want to show your apprentice how to give me an abortion?"
"Precisely. I hope that wouldn't be an issue."
"Not at all, I'd be happy to help you guys out!"
"How pregnant are you, exactly?"
"8 months with triplets. I guess I'll have to cancel the baby shower. My friends are gonna love to see this, the guy who knocked me up was a total asshole anyway. Can I film the abortion?"
"Sure, why not? Bring along a selfie stick and livestream it if you want. Just be sure to be nice to my apprentice, Bianca. She's a sweetheart and wants to specialize in doing last-minute abortions. I think she gets her rocks off to it as I've caught her masturbating to videos of late-term abortions. You wouldn't be offended if my apprentice touched herself or got off a little to performing such a large abortion?"
"No way! She can do the whole thing naked if she wants, fisting herself with one hand, aborting my brats with the other!"
"Splendid..... she'll love to hear that. If you aren't busy, dear, would you mind swinging by later this afternoon?"
Hazel shrugged, then loudly smacked her belly. "Better get it over with soon or else I might accidentally push these brats out." She giggled naughtily, getting up with the specialist's help. "Let me just grab my selfie stick out of my car! This is gonna be SO fun!" ❤️
"OMG guys, look at this belly! I'm so hyped. My parents got me a uterus for my nineteenth birthday knowing how horny I get when I see pregnant girls. I'd always pout and tell them I wanted to get pregnant so bad; if I was born cis I'd give them a hundred babies! So what's a pregnancy-obsessed trans girl to do? My parents contacted their insurance, which I'm on and they got the hook up! Now I can finally flaunt a big round sexy belly like all the other girls!
Just one tiny problem..... they gave me no birth canal. Not my ass, and although I take Rocket for fun and love having a big cock (up to thirteen inches!), they said my insurance doesn't cover making my cock a birth shaft. So, what do I do? Well, they said I'll be given compulsory C-sections. OK, cool. Who doesn't love all those ER vids of girls sitting around on their phones getting their bellies opened up, wombs exposed for hours as they wait. It's honestly super hot.
But my insurance said approval takes time, and queue to be considered for approval will land, get this, when I'm sixteen months pregnant. What the fuck??? My belly is gonna be gigantic! I'm six months with twins. And I might not get approved. I might be carrying these two in my womb for two whole years! Like, I thought I was a hit at parties before, being a cute girl with a big cock, but now? Men are gonna go nuts over this giant belly on mine. I honestly hope insurance delays and denies my C-section as 'unessential' until I'm at least two years pregnant and pretty much can't walk. If I pop, oh well. But it's not like I'm carrying twenty babies or anything. I think we should see what this womb can really do.... fuck, the contractions are gonna last over a year and be SO brutal. I won't say I'm not a bit excited to see how bad this is gonna get...."
"Well, say goodbye to these big, gorgeous breasts I grew.... I'm getting taken to my top surgery consultation as we speak. Say hi mom!"
"Hello all of Claire's horny fans," her mom joked.
Claire rolled her eyes. "So, as you all know if you keep up..... six months ago mom got a job in Tennessee and we moved there from Vermont. We knew moving here that I'd probably have to detransition at some point because Tennessee has super strict anti-trans laws now. But mom really wanted the job and I still live with her although I'm almost 20. Soooo at least I got to enjoy being a girl for a few years? All of junior high and high school, my first year and a half of college......"
"Awww don't pout, sweetie. You're going to love being a guy."
"I know, mom...... I just was having so much fun being a girl...." She looked back at her stream. "We got here and my new doctor asked me why I wasn't pregnant. I told him I'm trans. He made me watch a detrans compilation PSA video and encouraged me to jerk off as I watched it. Afterward I said I still wanted to be a girl and he said he didn't recommend I continue hrt. I should try going off it a couple months just to see how I liked the changes, then I could go back.... So I did. I went off estrogen and blockers. Having to shave my face and chest already sucks so bad! And my ass....."
Her mom giggled. "Claire's cute fat booty is covered in hair now."
Claire blushed. "Yeppp, I don't bother shaving it because it's getting so thick. I asked to go back on estrogen and blockers but my doctor said he liked how my body was adjusting and wanted to see me finish my chemical detransition before I made any sudden choices."
"And then our church....."
"Oh, right. Mom took us to a new church and let it slip that I'm technically a boy. They're one short for their local football games they do for charity. They asked that I join but they play topless. You know, skins vs shirts..... They sat me down and said although my chest is a man's, and I don't technically have a set of girl's breasts, they thought it'd be more appropriate if I get them removed."
"So they all pitched in for Clare's top surgery! Now you finally won't get mistaken for a girl anymore darling."
Claire felt her cock stiffen up. "I..... of course.... Guess I'll hit the gym and bulk up so I can compete with the other men."
"That's the spirit! We'll help get you nice and muscular. There are lots of cute girls at the gyms around here, my stud son's gonna knock up half the town."
"Mom!" She rubbed her cock through her jeans. "You think so.....? That does sound like fun."
"See? Already loving being a boy and you haven't even gotten your titties chopped off yet!"
Two young men approached Jamie, obviously staring at her breasts. "Can I help you.....? Oh!"
One of the men helped himself, pulling Jamie's right breast from her top. "You wanna work on these?" he asked his friend, lifting and feeling up the breast, testing its weight.
"Yeah," his friend said. "They're a decent size, I'd have a lot of fun removing them."
Jamie cleared her throat. "Um! You guys! What are you two doing with my breasts?"
"Oh, we're looking for candidates for our surgery exam this week. I'm Sean, that's Ryan."
Ryan waved, taking out Jamie's other breast. Onlookers saw, stopping to take pictures, film, gossip. "Yeah your breasts would be perfect to work on."
"Oh?" she blushed, watching them feel her boobs up. "You mentioned removing them....?"
"Correct, darling," Sean said. "Our exam is, well, we got paired in twos, and we have to find a 'client' or volunteer to help us out and let us work on her."
Ryan gave Jamie's tit a nice smack. "Yep, we're gonna get timed and graded. Basically racing each other to see who can remove one of your breasts first, and toss it on our scale."
"Oh....! Is that right?" Jamie's breath trembled. "And you picked my breasts to remove? I'm kinda flattered."
Sean nodded. "See? Told you she'd be into it."
Ryan shrugged. "We were just gonna gag you and tie you down if you didn't want to. No rule against it."
Jamie nodded, smiling. "Makes sense. I wouldn't be able to stop you two if I wanted. Soooo looks like the second you saw me, my breasts were getting removed one way or another, huh?"
"Correct," they both said.
She placed her hands on theirs, helping them squeeze and feel up her large natural breasts. "So, lead the way. I'd be happy to help you guys with your exam. It'll be nice to see my breasts get used for something so important. Do you need the rest of me?"
Ryan slowly kneaded one breast, thinking. "Probably. I mean, there's plenty more of you we could dismantle or remove."
Sean nodded. "Even if our professor can't think of a project to make use of your body for, we'll figure something else out."
Jamie shrugged. "Or just use the rest of me for practice."
"I don't understand...." Sienna said. "I saw it happen! My brother filmed it and everything."
"Ms. Taylor, it's true. The dose of femruptarin you took eight months ago led to a pregnancy so large your belly did burst open."
"Then how am I here? This is SO lame! I saw my womb and guts and--"
"Sienna. You were stabilized, so we sewed you up. We kept you in a coma for three weeks to let you heal."
Sienna got an annoyed scrunch to her face. "Hmmmph! My fans are going to never let me hear the end of this! Oh my God, and all the other femruptarin and preggo influencers! I'm gonna look so stupid!" She blushed deeply. "This is so fucking embarrassing. My OF career is toast."
"If I might interject..... you thought you died, wouldn't it be over anyway?"
"Pffft, no way! After you burst that's when all the gooners really idolize and immortalize you as a girl who's seriously devoted to getting people off. And I wanted to pop so badly! I don't get it." Sienna lowered her hospital gown, exposing her large, engorged, sagging breasts. She parted them and checked out her belly. "Huh? The scar is so tiny..... It's just from my ribs below my navel."
"Of course darling. Your belly was a dozen times or more its current size. The tear in your belly looked quite huge because you made it swell to such an unnatural size. Once your belly shrunk back, so did the scar."
She felt it, finally smiling. "Does that mean..... is my womb OK? If I can't get knocked up I don't know what I'll do with myself. I've seriously been getting pregnant since, like, forever!"
"I believe it. Your womb had quite the plasticity to it. We sewed it up. Your twenty kids are also up for adoption."
"So I can get pregnant again?" Her eyes lit up.
"Well, yes, but you need to let your uterus heal a few more months."
"What? This is like the worst day of my life! Ugh! How am I supposed to wait to get pregnant? Are you expecting me not to fuck?"
"You could use contraceptives or--"
Sienna rolled her eyes like a brat. "No fucking way. Uh-uh! That is WAY too cringe. So you're really expecting me to just edge for months and not get knocked up? Why would you do this to me? This is so frustrating! Can I at least go home?"
"Sorry, Ms. Taylor. But you'll just have to lie there and pout, playing with yourself. We can't risk you going out and ripping your womb immediately getting pregnant. So..... this is your home now. If you try to sneak out, we'll have to tie you down. Keep trying, and we might have to consider amputating your limbs, darling. As a precaution."
"I'm going to squirt so much your nurses will be cleaning my sheets nonstop! I'll piss myself like a spoiled brat. Will you like that? Huh? Watch me squirm and writhe and moan pathetically as I'm forced against my will not to get fucked and filled with kids! This is torture!"
"Sienna, it's just a few months, we'll get you back on Femruptarin in no time. Then you can try to pop again. OK?"
She rolled her eyes again. "I guess. But I'm still gonna make a mess and you're gonna watch me edge and beg for cock every day. Got it? Because you did this to me. You love abusing girls like me, don't you? Depriving us of cock? Making us suffer until our brains break. I bet you jerk off watching us from, mmmm, you totally keep hidden cameras in our rooms, don't you, pervert? You watch us go insane with getting to serve cock. Our wombs starved, totally empty until we start bleeding every month again! So fucking cruel, and you know it."
The doctor watched as Sienna ranted in a paranoid, sex-addicted haze, like an addict suffering withdrawals. Accusing him, insulting him, all as she rubbed her sex and squeezed her exposed breasts. "Are you finished, Ms. Taylor?"
"You're starving us. I'll go totally nuts. You'll have to get rid of my arms and legs. Mmmmm, I bet you're salivating thinking of that. Watching me lie here helpless, unable to even masturbate anymore. You better just get it over with, pervert!"
"Get some rest, Sienna. I'll see you in a few days when you've calmed down."
"I better get to pop again for my OF subscribers! Or else I'll sue!"
The doctor rolled his eyes, exiting the room, sighing. The nurse stationed outside, eavesdropping, started laughing. "I think she likes you," the nurse joked.
"Yeah, yeah. How many more bursting survivors do I need to consult today? I have a migraine."
"Five more, and a bunch more are getting released from their comas tomorrow."
Josie and Sylvia were two trans girls who wanted to break into softcore modeling, light adult material to make extra money. They both figured since they transitioned young and passed great, with enormous natural breasts, people would go nuts over them. Easy money. The truth that their agents eventually taught them, was men wanted trans girls to be ultra clocky, barely even recognizable as women. They were told transitioning young was a huge detriment, and the girls who made lots of money in trans girl porn transitioned in their twenties after male puberty, many were also just cross dressers that got implants and weren't even on hrt. This sobering reality meant the two ultra-big breasted, gorgeous trans girls would need to make a few changes if they wanted to make money.
"Oh my god, Sylvia, no way is that you? From college? We were at the same sorority," Josie said in a slightly cracked, male voice.
"Josie, it's SO awesome to see you. Wowww you really detransed didn't you? They would NOT let us anywhere near that sorority now," Sylvia joked, her voice sounding totally like a man's.
"My agent made me detrans to do adult movies. He was having none of the huge boobs or my pretty sing-songy voice."
"Insane hearing you sound like a dude. Testosterone is wild. You used to sing karaoke and sounded so great! Mine detransed me for the same reason. Guessing you got the boy-chest treatment, too, from the look of those destroyed tits of yours."
"Yep.... guys used to go nuts over my boobs. Now? They literally reduced my chest to a flat, guy's chest."
"Same! When I woke up I couldn't believe it."
"Then they just shoved generic D-cup implants into my guy tits and voila. 'Breasts.' I guess this is what men who goon to trans girls want."
"What about....? Well, down there."
Josie adjusted herself, no longer sitting on her cock and balls, revealing a meaty, rock-hard twelve-inch cock. "This is what guys want, I guess." She stroked it through her panties.
Sylvia did the same, smacking her oversized genitals, even bigger the Josie's. "Yeppp, it's the worst!"
"Worse than having a constant five o'clock shadow, even with makeup?"
"Ughhh, I don't even both with concealer most of the time. My agent actually said most of my fans would prefer I not use it....."
"Even our shoulders are starting to look broader."
"Totally. And I had work done on my face, just like you, obviously. But next week I'm finally booked for my facial masculinization surgery, after that my agent says I won't likely be mistaken for a girl anymore."
"Oh wow, mine is next week, too. Guess our agents talk to the same surgeons and they had some opening. I'm really excited to see my results, honestly. The AI preview made me look SO manly and ugly. We're gonna fuck up our faces sooooo fucking bad, Sylvie, I'm telling you now."
"I know! My cock gets hard just thinking of it. No way are we ever gonna be able to go back to being girls."
"I think it's already too late. I'm gonna start bulking up at the gym, make my figure look extra ridiculous in girl clothes for these porno shoots."
"Great idea, we should get huge together. Oh, the shoots gonna start soon. Excited?"
"Very, we haven't fucked since we had breasts like farm cows.... God we had fun. And Chloe, Nikki, and Rachel. Some wild nights tormenting our poor breasts....."
"Chloe, Nikki, and Rachel detransed too, you know?"
"Seriously? Ughhh, they were so pretty!"
"Yep, it's true! Nikki's doing porn like us, but Chloe and Rachel totally just stopped being girls, they're like conservative gym bros now with pregnant girlfriends."
"Lucky. Maybe it would've been easier just to detrans, we were bound to stop living as fakegirls eventually. Can't play pretend forever!"
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