I'm a long time lurker, but I finally got the courage to make my own blog. I've been on T for a long time and I had top surgery. This is all fantasy, I have no desire to detransition IRL, and trans men are men
I just need to breed you so fucking bad. I need to fuck you so hard that you never recover. Pulling your hair and pinning you in doggy so I can aggressively force my way inside you. Moaning and grunting while I pin you in place and force my cock deep into your hole, making you gasp and whine and moan from the sudden, overwhelming penetration. Needily grasping at your hips so hard I leave finger marks all over you. Spanking you and choking you and pinning your hands behind your back and groping you and spitting on your hole every time I pull out before I go right back to making you take every inch inside you, my balls slapping against you while I rut inside you deeper than you ever thought I would get. It doesn't matter how deep I get inside you it'll never be deep enough. I need to feel your mind break when I'm inside you. I need to make you so fucking stupid that you can't even beg me to stop anymore, just whine incoherently while I gape your hole. So fucking feral for you that I couldn't stop using you even if I wanted to. My darling. My fuckpet. My stupid fucking toy. I just love your hole so fucking much.
i think all ftm girls deserve harsh, corrective lesbian rape. to be objectified by another woman, someone who knows femininity much better than we do, cooing and love bombing while assaulting her. her perfect painted fingernails groping at her soft skin and hips, maybe shoving massive dildos in her cunt and ass, plush lips making out with each other. sticky lip gloss being tasted, high pitched moans and soft whispers. a woman taking this dumb girl into her arms and showing her how good a girl she needs to be. how she was bred for wlw relationships and hyper-femme sexual exchanges.
Omg more people than I expected were into the medfet forced detransition concept I posted! Here’s an extended version of the fantasy I like to imagine while I masturebate
TW: Transphobia, Forced detransition, non-con medical and surgical experiments, Intox
This is all fantasy!
I had recently gone on a few dates with who I thought was a very nice man who respected my identity as a transgender man. He even was a doctor who told me he specialized in transgender medicine. Naturally I felt very comfortable with him and after quite a few dates he had gotten to know me and my medical history, future plans quite well. I didn’t find it strange how much he wanted to know about my medical history and future plans, he’s a doctor after all. I told him all about my top surgery, how happy and free it made me feel. I told him about my hysterectomy and how it made me feel safe and relived, periods were a huge source of dysphoria for me, and getting pregnant is my worst nightmare. I even told him about my plans and appointments for a phalloplasty constitutional. He was nothing but supportive the whole time.
We had been going out for quite a while, and I thought it was going well. I was happy to find a man who I felt comfortable with and respected by. I even offered to let him come to my phallo consult, but he was unfortunately working that day. I headed out for the appointment on my own…and that’s all I remember.
I don’t know how long it was, but eventually I started to hear muffled voices and sounds, but I couldn’t open my eyes or move. I was stuck, but slowly I was regaining my senses. I could hear that I was in a hospital, the beeping of monitors, and the chatter of nurses. I could feel the hospital bed beneath me, and the IV in my arm. Eventually I had enough consciousness to focus on the chatter of the nurses around me. I heard the doors to my room open and a few people entered. Someone pulled back the blankets that covered me. I felt a pair of hands move and adjust my hospital gown from my chest…the hands began to grope at what felt like…large,full, plump, breasts….that couldn’t be right. I had top surgery years ago! That large weight on my chest couldn’t possibly be my breasts!
“This is incredible! Her breasts have filled out better than we could have imagined!” A woman’s voice exclaimed as she continued to grope and feel what were now confirmed to somehow be my breasts!
“Yes. In fact they’ve come back even larger than they were before.” A cold yet familiar voice said from farther back in the room. It was my boyfriend. My blood ran cold and my mind began to race. I had no idea how long i had been incapacitated, or how long I would be incapacitated. Why was this happening!
“Lift her gown please. Let’s check how she’s healing.” He said to what I assumed were his nurses. I felt hands undress me, and begin to inspect my abdomen. I felt strange…sore, and bloated. Gloved hands reached between my legs, and inserted two fingers into my wet vagina.
“She’s menstruating! It worked!” One of the nurses exclaimed.
There’s no way. My heart felt like it stopped in my chest. Being misgendered already was cruel enough, but to know the wetness between my legs was actually my period. There was nothing I could do.
“She’s a medical breakthrough.” My boyfriend said with a sense of morbid fascination. “Continue her hormone treatment, monitor her current menstruation, and her future menstruation cycle. When she is at her most fertile we will continue with the next phase.” He instructed the nurses.
I don’t know how long I spent with the nurses cooing over me and gossiping about my period, and how well my body was taking to my hormones. They talked about how excited they were to be apart of women’s medical history, and be able to help a woman like me who desperately regretted being brainwashed into transitioning at a young age. The dysphoria I felt is indescribable…but for some reason it made me wet…
Eventually the day came where I was moved into what felt like a gyno chair. My legs were spread wide in the stirrups and my vagina was on display.
“You all may leave, I am able to inject the sample on my own.” I heard my boyfriend dismiss his team. His hand gripped my thighs and I heard his belt unbuckle. He began to rub his throbbing cock against my dripping wet pussy.
“See your pussy is thankful for what im doing. She’s dripping wet and begging to be bred like the woman you are.” He said to me as he pushed his penis deep inside my vagina.
“Your real name is going to go down in history as the first woman to successfully medically detransition.” He grunted in my ear as he pleasured himself with my body.
“You’re going to be famous for being the first successful uterine transplant recipient…especially now that you’ve been inseminated.” He groaned as he ejaculated deep inside me.
He patted my pussy and brought his team back into the room. He instructed the nurses to keep me in position for the next few hours so the sample would have the best chance of taking, and then to regularly preform pregnancy tests. I could only pray that his semen wouldn’t take.
My eyes began to open. I don’t know what changed or how long it had been…but I saw lots of people crowding me. I heard my deadname being called by many different voices. Cameras and microphones were being held near mg face.
“Tessa! Tessa! Your story is so inspiring!”
“Tell us about your experience as a woman who was brainwashed into believing she was a transgender man!”
“How does it feel to be the first woman to get pregnant with a successful uterine transplant!?”
That’s when I looked down at myself. My once flat chest was now huge and…natural!? My breasts had grown back triple the size they were, too big to fit into any binder now. My stomach was round with a big ripe baby bump. I was undeniably pregnant. I could feel my large engorged breasts resting atop my plump baby bump. When I looked up from my new body, I saw my boyfriend standing behind all the reporters, smiling at me.
This is all fantasy! I hope you enjoyed if you made it this far, if anyone is interested in more of this let me know, I’ve never made a written post this long before!
I’m still not over that post about being unknowingly fucked w a lesbian flag dildo. God. It would be so fucking hot if a sinister woman got off on watching her flag our flag pound my dysphoria-addled cunt. I wonder if when I finally realized what she’d been putting in my vagina, I’d be dysphoric or just incredibly aroused. Maybe I’d realize who I’ve really been all along.
God. Imagining if I saw it before I came. I ask her abt it but she keeps fucking me w it. She doesn’t try to pretend she didn’t have any other options; she just tells me “i like the way you look on it.” Her fucking me so well…she makes me promise to reconsider my transition. If I want her to make me cum, I have to swear that I’ll put serious thought into detransitioning back into a lesbian. I’m so far gone and hell consideration doesn’t mean I have to go through with it so I agree and promise that I will. She calls me a good girl. I don’t correct her.
She ends up getting me to repeat after her: I’m going to cum from lesbian sex. It feels so right to cum with another woman.
I’m going to cum from lesbian sex. It feels so right to cum with another woman.
I’m going to cum from lesbian sex. It feels so right to cum with another woman.
I’m cumming from lesbian sex. It feels so so right. I am a woman.
hottest thing in the world is when a guy is pounding you and asks you "are you on birth control?" and when you whimper out a soft "no" between your moans he just starts fucking you harder and fills you with his cum. thinking hes asking to be considerate but really he just wants to be absolutely sure he'll knock you up. you're certain he'll pull out but by the time the tip of his cock is pressed against your cervix, pumping your womb full of cum, it's too late. he's decided he's going to get you pregnant and you're just gonna let it happen.
I'm so sorry your massive tits make you dysphoric :( is it okay if I feel them though? If you're gonna get rid of them I should be able to enjoy these giant bouncing funbags while they're here. God and you're so sensitive right here too, I can feel how hard your nipples are getting. Oh? Was that a whimper? Is this turning you on? Do you like it when girls stroke and play with your fat cow tits? These gigantic udders on your chest that not even the strongest binder could hide? You like it when I twist and tease you? You wouldn't want to deprive me of this, would you? These giant hooters of yours make me so hard, I just want to pin you down and feel them wrapped around my cock, and if you got top surgery, I couldn't do that! That'd be terrible, wouldn't it??
free use is hot, using them throughout the day slowly grabbing them from time to time and shoving my cock in any hole i want, "doesn't matter if you're on a call or if you're cooking or reading a book, just take it everytime baby that's what sextoys are for anyway." gradually filling them up over and over again and watching them turn into a sticky pathetic mess. just to touch themselves to me sleeping because i've corrupted them so much into the perfect sexdoll.
wouldn't it feel so nice to be sleepy and drifty and be fucked with a thick knotted dildo? held down nice and heavy by a hand on your lower back, moaning and squirming a little as you're slowly, slowly stretched to take it. so full when it finally pops into your cunt. and then the sweet stretching pressure as the knot is slipped out of you, and fucked back in, and again and again, your legs spread and your face in the pillow and your cunt swollen and drippy and stuffed. falling asleep all full and waking up to a sore stretched pussy reminding you what you're made for
