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@repressforever
i'm supposed to take my first estrogen shot of the year today but i really, really don't want to <3 make me detransition, every note on this will be another week i don't take estrogen
2 weeks of detransition done... & 17 months left🥵
its been almost a year 😵💫🤤
Guess who finally got their owner into detrans and forcemasc ✨
good boy
idk who needs to hear this but if youre just getting into detrans as a kink and youre playing around with the idea of actually detransitioning this is your sign to do it
orgasms are the cure to gender dypshoria
the FDA doesn't want to approve this treatment after what happened with female hysteria (it literally works for that too but whatever) so it falls on us as a community to fuck anybody we know with gender dysphoria until he or she feels better. breed them like farm animals
The average woman seeing a trans “woman” ❤️ (she its about to suck his dick so hard)
I feel like someone keeps giving me decaf instead of regular today.
Nothing in this life is more beautiful than a defeated baby factory that has been forced to accept the truth.
Everything her feminist professors told her was a lie. Going to any form of school was a mistake and a complete waste of time and money.
Her mind still wants to believe she’s equal to Men and career is the most important thing in life but her body knows she was put on this earth to birth. Every inch her belly grows her mind shrinks, every kick is a reminder that no matter what she says deep down she knows from now on pregnancy is permanent.
Every baby she gets filled with she swears will be the last time and every time she climaxes during birth she begs to be bred like a daycare ditto.
I love when a baby factory hates that she loves being bred and milked like a dairy cow.
As soon as she’s empty everyone knows she’s going to be mooing nonstop to Get Pregnant Again
Different anon but tagging onto that idea: I’d love to invite you to a girls night out with a lot of friends, we’d go to a club and you would show up all dressed up and femme, with makeup and a short skirt. You’d definitely pass as a girl to most people but I’ve told all my friends beforehand what you’re really hiding 😊 over the course of the evening, we’d just keep slipping viagras and aphrodisiacs into your drinks until you’re completely unable to hide your leaking, rock hard cock in your skirt and panties. People are gonna start to give you weird looks, the straight guys and lesbians who flirted with you before will call you a disgusting tranny pervert to your face. My friends and I will take pity on you of course, we’ll take you home and and tell you not to worry, that it’s only natural for guys to get hard when they’re excited. Ignoring your weak protests, we’ll help you wash off your makeup when we’re home, you’re so drunk and out of it you can’t even do anything about it. We’ll help you get comfortable and get you out of your silly girl clothes, complimenting you all the while what a strong masculine body you have, pointing out your flat chest, narrow hips and wide shoulders. Then, one by one, we’ll take turns riding your cock, it doesn’t take you long to cum after we’ve been drugging you the whole night but we don’t stop. We’ve caught us a hot guy and he’s gonna be our special entertainment for tonight. You can babble on how you’re a girl and you don’t want this as much as you want, but we’re all straight girls and we wouldn’t have sex with another girl, silly! We’re having sex with you, because you’re a guy. 😊
Please do this to me 🥺 I should be entertainment for straight girls and let them get me drunk so they can fuck me and point out all the masculine parts of my body while they do that 💕💕💕 Also if you ever wanna chat please feel free to dm 💕💕
Keep your growing cows firmly bound so that their bellies and udders stay firm and rounded as they grow enormous
i want to be friends with a straight girl who supports my identity in public but calls me a boy and rapes me in private. gets me drunk and then sticks her hand down my pants and grabs my dick. when i ask her to stop she says im getting hard so i must want it and then pushes me down and rides me until i cum in her pussy and says im just a dumb boy with a nice fuckable cock
there's something just so addictive about feeling my girldick get hard as i mindlessly touch it (because im entirely controlled by my urges), and feel a cloud of testosterone cover my brain making it hard to think of anything other than breeding
yes i want to breed that woman
yes i want to fill her with my seed
yes i want to impregnate her
if you're near a horny man (mtfs included), and their eyes look glazed over like the only thought in their mind is breeding pussy - that's cause it is. horny men can literally think of nothing else.
how i look at the ftm girls following my blog
Fantasy only
Hey ftm girls.
I know how hard it is to break your ftm "boy" friends into realising their true identity.
But there are gentle ways of helping.
Refer to yourselves as girls and she/ her pronouns when you refer to yourselves as "gay men"
Normalise it
Accidentally she/her her out of context. Say sorry it's a force is habit.
You're sowing the seeds.
if a mt"f" comes out to you, pretend to be supportive, but avoid using the fake name he gives you. instead, keep calling him bro, dude, other male terms of endearment. then, when talking about him in front of a bigger group that he thinks he 'passes' to, slip up and use his real pronouns. he will be too shy to correct you, but after the third time you've used he, make a big show of apologizing to him. "sorry man, forgot you said you're trans now". call him his real name during the apology too, make sure he will remember that moment, but act genuinely remorseful afterwards so he forgives you. then do it again, and again. you won't have to repeat this too many times before he'll interrupt your apology and tell you you don't need to worry about it, he's not trans anymore.
Cumming in your binder right before you have to leave to force you to decide whether you'd rather go without your binder or go the whole day smelling like virile semen 🥰
terf showing you what a real female body looks like
This is your daily reminder to actually detransition <3
Part of the Pack
I'm a newly out trans girl, and it's my first night out since I came out. I've finally worked up the courage to go to my local gay bar, all dolled up in makeup and girl clothes, but only when I arrive do I realise it's their monthly Bear Night. I turn to leave, but the smell of musky, hairy men and leather entices me to stay...
As I order my first drink, a pack of big, hairy, musky men descends on me, introducing themselves, asking me personal questions, and ordering me more drinks. They encourage me to drink more, work up a sweat dancing with them, take off my clothes, loosen up my carefully trained voice...I'm having the perfect night. While I have my face buried in an extra-large bear's bulge, I feel clippers run over my head, as my carefully-grown shoulder-length hair is buzzed off, but I'm too blissed out on beer and man musk to care, as the rest of the night blurs in my mind.
I wake up in an unfamiliar bed, in clothes that aren't my own. I stumble, bleary-eyed and confused, to the bathroom, and am shocked by my reflection. My stubbly face, my fresh buzzcut, unfamiliar to me. I wander into the kitchen and see a man, no, not a man, a BEAR, a 6'6" mountain of hair and fat, frying up a big, hearty breakfast. "Hey cub," he says, joy in his voice, "I'm so glad you found us last night, it's time we saved you, isn't that right?" My mind is still hazy, but I decide being saved sounds good, as I wolf down the first course of a five-course breakfast, gazing lovingly at my Daddy Bear.
The next month is...divine. My Daddy Bear helps me in every way. He cooks big, hearty, fatty meals for me every day, helping me pile on the pounds. He helps me kick my nasty addiction to shaving, giving me testosterone supplements to help my fur grow in. He helps me fix my voice, bringing it a whole new bassy, deep resonance. He gives me a new wardrobe; leather, leather and more leather. As my belly swells, my mind dims, only able to focus on getting hairier, eating delicious food, and, of course, being Daddy's eager bearslut in the bedroom. We spend lots of time with his pack, in saunas and gyms, hanging out, sweating and, of course, fucking like animals in heat. I never thought I could be this happy, until I accepted my inner man.
My first month of true bearhood is over now, and it's Bear Night at the pack's favourite gay bar, and I find myself hoping, deeply and truely, that a confused fakegirl will wander in, so I can save him the way I was saved...
