Session and Reddit on bottom of post! (nudes on reddit)
About me :D
-my names Kai
-he/him
-5'6
-been on hrt around 1.7 yrs
-heavily sub switch
-i love praise...will take any especially masc stuff š
-Im actually a virgin but t has made me an insasiable horndog
-i welcome comments/dms just in advance i might not have a good reply time sry
Im still questioning but im open to everyone, tho i lean more twards masc people. masc woman and cis men are fine! I am def for t4t aswell (but i adore all trans women)
Kinks/likes:
praise kink
petplay/puppy play/training
ddlb/daddy kink/age play
cockwarming
knotting/monster fucking/eggpreg
breeding/pregnancy/mpreg
cum fetish/creampie
sadist/masocist
rope bunny
anal/gapeing/fisting
size kink
dumification
hucow (minus tits)
free use/cnc
waterworks
beast/zoo
hypno
pegging
fag humiliation
light small dick humiliation
little/agere
Limits:
scat
feet
edging
fart
fat humiliation(unless i say so)
mysogonist
master/slave
impact/knife/gun play
forced fem (force to be woman//okay with sissy/fag humiliation)
vore
gore/guro
Even if i like cnc that doesnt mean you can ignore my limits! please be respectful or ill block you! :)
Like to he called:
good boy, princess, babygirl/boy, puppy, bunny, handsome, prince,
basically luv pet play and praise lmao
Dont like to be called:
pig
terms to use:
cock, dick, pussy, cunt, boycunt, boypussy, tcock, tdick, puppy parts, clit, prince/princess parts(im fine with most fem names for my junk just prefer masc)
getting fucked full of fish eggs. there's hundreds of thousands of them, all bulging your tight womb so much that your belly hangs down the second you stand up. that's a little too uncomfortable, so you manage to pick up your own belly and hold it up to lessen some of the stretch, but you feel all of them shift lower. you're trying to waddle to the bathroom, still holding your giant belly, but they're slipping past your cervix with every movement.
you're about halfway to the bathroom when your body decides that it doesn't want to wait any longer, all of these eggs are coming out now. the first contraction hits and you nearly collapse as hundreds of eggs all come gushing out of you, getting stuck in your panties before rolling forward and back and down your thighs.
the contraction stops, but the eggs don't, now leaking out of you in a slow trickle. it felt so fucking good to feel all of those tiny things rushing out of you at once, you have to keep going. you brace yourself against the wall and bear down, moaning as you feel the eggs rush out in a steady stream. it doesn't look like your belly has gone down at all. it's going to be a long night.
The fertility treatments make you feel fuzzy and warm. Itās hard to concentrate on anything too long. The first time you were led to a trough to eat mealy goop on your hands and knees, you hesitated. A firm spank on your bare ass made you reluctantly bend your head and start munching. The girl (wait, cow) next to you smacked loudly. It felt gross and embarrassing.
Now with hormones flooding your system, the feed tastes so good. You eagerly shove your face into it and basically hoover it into your system. The farmer watching you chuckles. āThatās it, cow bitch. Get nice and plump.ā Your face burns with shame but you keep swallowing mouthfuls of the dense protein goop.
Within two weeks, your thighs and ass are noticeably rounder. Your titsāuddersāsway more as you crawl around the large barn and the pasture youāre allowed to explore twice a day. Everything feels so hazy, so perfect.
Itās during one of your pasture crawls that you start feeling warmth between your legs. The heat comes on suddenly. Within minutes, you can think of nothing except trying to relieve the ache. Only your training keeps you from reaching a hand down to rub yourself.
The ache grows throughout the day until youāre trembling with need. A farmer comes to round the cows up for their evening meal. Heās the tall broad one with thick hands. He smacks each cow lightly on the bottom as they file past him into the barn. When itās your turn, the slap on your rump elicits an involuntary moan. It sounds hoarse and lusty even to your ears.
The farmer pauses, looks you over, then shouts to someone in the barn. āMark Sweetie Pie down for tomorrow, sheās in heat.ā Your face burns bright red. You know exactly whatās in store for you, having watched it happen to other cows several times every day.
You can barely sleep that night. The pulsing between your legs is unbearable. Curled on your side in your hay bed, you try to rub your legs together a little. Itās no good, too little friction. Your hands and feet are tied to fence posts on opposite sides of your stallāloosely, so you can move around and sleep comfortably, but unable to touch yourself to relieve your burning need. The farmers donāt rely on a cowās training sticking when sheās in heat.
When the farmers come to fetch you in the morning, they find you sprawled out, legs wide, moaning. Itās so embarrassing but you canāt stop. You see the tall broad one look directly at the wetness coating your thighs and you shudder with shame. It feels so good, though. Before you can stop yourself, you let out a long, low moo.
He laughs. āDonāt worry, Sweetie Pie. Weāre gonna take care of that right quick for you.ā You thrust your mound in the air as if begging him to take care of it right then. He laughs again. āOh no, you horny cow bitch. We need to do it properly so we can make sure the seed takes.ā
He leads you to the breeding floor. You can feel your slick juices trickling down your legs. You know everyone else can see it too. The other cows watch passively. Most of them have gone through this already. You look at the bred ones and their faces look blank and dumb. Whatās about to happen to you will make you look like them. Just a placid breeding cow.
Your legs tremble as you crawl up on the mounting station. You lay face down on the mounting board and someone brusquely lifts your feet into the stirrups and then cranks them wide so your bare crotch is well exposed. Someone else fist pumps over your udders. You wonāt have milk yet but getting milked and seeded at the same time is said to increase fertility. Your hands are bound down by your sides. This isnāt strictly necessary but you know the farmers like the aesthetic of a girl bound and spread, udders hanging off one end and cunt off the other. A slab of fuckmeat.
Youāre left in this position for a good ten minutes. They want you to savor your first breeding. Shame pulses through your body. Your entire existence comes down to this. Youāre an animal, a breeding cow, a bitch. This is what it means to be female.
When a rough hand finally lands on your rump, you gasp. Remembering yourself, you turn it into a meek moo. Your farmer, as you now think of the broad one, chuckles. āI love a cowās first breeding,ā he tells you. āYouāre not really a cow until youāre properly knocked up.ā You moo in agreement, face burning. One of the cows watching you clenches her legs together. Your shame is making her drip.
You hear a zipper, thenāyour farmerās cock is at your entrance. Your entire body twitches, causing him to chuckle again. He takes his time, drawing his erection slowly around the glistening lips of your cow cunt. Your cow cunt! You moo in shame, this time louder. The humiliation of this is making your entire body ache with need. Youāre a fuckcow!
Just as this shameful acceptance of your fate flits across your mind, your farmer impales you on his cock. Fuck, it feels so good! You groan loudly, earning a slap across your rump. You have to moo. So you do, over and over again. Each time he thrusts inside your cow cunt, you moo so loud that it echos from the rafters.
āThatās it, bitch!ā the farmer grunts, pumping your hole harder. āShow me how a cow milks seed!ā You obey, mooing and gripping his cock with your cow cunt. The pumps work your udders hard. Hormonal lust courses through your body.
You meet the eyes of a cow watching you. Her eyes and mouth are rounded in awe. She looks like a dumb cow. Just like you. āMoooooooo!ā you bellow as your cow cunt spasms hard. You cum on the cock breeding you.
This is enough to make the farmer finish. āFuck, you cow bitch!ā he groans, thrusting inside you one last time. You can feel his warm seed coat your cunt walls. Your hole twitches it deeper. You know this is it, youāve just been knocked up. You stare blankly ahead, udders and cunt still pulsing. Youāre officially a fuckcow.
He really is far too old to be saying these sorts of things, especially to someone like you. There's at least fifteen years between the two of you, and he's still making that syrupy promise of 'just the tip'.
It's hardly his fault that you're not as familiar with how hybrid biology changes these sorts of things. The systems of the world fail everyone in some way, shape or form, so he hardly flinches when he pins you under him, tail swaying behind him as he pushes your knees back, spreading you open enough that he can watch as he pushes in. Somehow, through sheer sensation, you miss that he definitely pushed more than just the tip into you.
Looking up, your head is tipped back, definitely not looking down as he rocks his hips, slowly fucking himself into you. It's hard not to push deeper, to make you aware of just how much of his cock is inside you, biting into his bottom lip as he desperately wants to go deeper to let you feel how his knot is swelling slowly, push harder and listen to how you would keen or maybe even whine as he grinded into you, working his knot in and letting it full swell.
But you looked too good like this, letting him edge himself with the feeling of you, nodding along as you mumble about it being just the tip, even as he knows it's more than that.
He really should know better, have actually done what you expected of him, but when you look at him, look down and see how deep he actually is in you. He's expected you to panic, to push him off, but something passes across your face for a moment, justa split second before you mutter that same sentence again, 'just the tip' before pushing your hips as he grinds down, letting his barely swollen knot slip in.
The sound that he lets out is feral, nodding along as he responds back, 'Yeah, just the tip...'
I need him to tie me down completely and make me watch all kinds of porn. Heāll put on whatever he wants, and observe my cunt getting wetter when he puts on something I like. Heāll laugh and tease me about how wet I get over whatever Iām watching. Call me pathetic because āreally? THIS is what you get off too? Wow, you really are just a dirty, depraved little pervert, arenāt you?ā
Heāll stick his fingers in me and touch me up to different videos, and see when I moan the most. Heāll force me to act out certain scenes to see which ones I like most.
āReally? this is what you like, puppy?ā
But heāll wait until Iām dripping down my thighs to flip me over, spank my hole and absolutely ravage me from behind.
Heavy swollen balls. Ones that hang low. Ones packed full of baby batter. Shrunken saggy ones after being drained. Tight pulsing ones. Cute ones pressed against a cock cage. Any pair of girl balls ever. Let me worship them š¤¤
Heavy swollen balls. Ones that hang low. Ones packed full of baby batter. Shrunken saggy ones after being drained. Tight pulsing ones. Cute ones pressed against a cock cage. Any pair of girl balls ever. Let me worship them š¤¤
its rlly funny that the current crop of content for forcemasc is either inspiring but rather erotically void motivational posters, or just saying "be gross and disgusting and violent" like thats what men are supposed to be.
the real sensual appeal of forcemasc, to me, is someone grabbing you by the hair, looking you in the eyes, and saying "I know what you are. And I'm going to drag it out of you. And you're going to love every second of it."
it's having someone not only affirm your internal view of yourself, but demanding it be brought to fruition at their hands. Someone who's completely uninterested in the girl-shaped shell you've been living inside of, and wants to extricate you, raw and wanting, from inside of it. They want to mold you like clay in the image of a strong, confident, beast that knows how to obey.
it's having your body examined and sized up, being praised for how far you've come and getting punished for backsliding. it's getting called a 'good boy' every time you take your shot straight-faced. it's tussling in the backyard and getting that little smile when you stand back up instead of tapping out. it's building your tolerance, your confidence, layer by layer until that shy, scared little girl inside of you that people forced you to be is gone, and all that remains is a very, very good boy.
I want a trans guy bate bro like we missed out on the adolescent faggotry but thereās still time ! I wanna slap you bare ass in the locker room and make fun of you when it giggles. I want to pants you in the locker room and make fun of your pathetically hard cock. I want you to come over and jack it to porn with me man. I wonāt look if you donāt, I mean unless you want me to ? I want you to watch me fuck my fist while you jerk off next to me. And then I wanna use all the fucking precum you leaked into boxers to open you up, it doesnāt even have to be gay?
Oral sex, but this time, itās not about being rough. I just want to lie back and enjoy the show. I want to watch you, sometimes guiding you, sometimes just giving you orders.Ā
Start by nuzzling me through my underwear. Let me feel how impatient you are. You want to please me, don't you? You want to be good for me? Of course, you do.Ā
I love the sight of your fingers sneaking under the elastic, hooking it, and slowly rolling it down. Your eyes just lock right on it, don't they? You like what you see.Ā
Yeah, thatās it. I want that pretty mouth on me. Now.
Give me those sloppy, wet kisses. Go on, baby, make out with it. Kiss the tip like you mean it.Ā
I love the way your tongue slides from the base all the way up, tracing the vein, and then that careful circle around the headā¦ Yeah, lick it like melting ice cream.Ā
Taste me. Breathe me in. Get used to it.Ā
Now go lower. Don't forget my balls. Lick them, take them one at a time into that sweet mouth of yours. Give them a gentle pullāyeah, just like that. Feels so good.Ā
And I want to feel your tongue on that sensitive spot right behind them. Press your pretty face in there. Come on, I want to see you shameless. Don't you love every inch of me? Show me. Goodā¦ thatās enough.Ā
Now, take me into your mouth.Ā All of that wet, hot warmth.Ā I want to be inside.Ā
Look at me. Fuck, you look so good with your lips stretched around me. Keep your other hand on my thigh. No, you don't get to touch yourself. Your world is me right now.Ā
I love the silky feel of the inside of your cheek.Ā
And the way the head of my cock glides over your tongue when you really get into itā¦ My hand rests on your head, not pushing, just lazily stroking your hair, twisting a strandā¦ I can feel my own pulse starting to pound.Ā
Youāre watching me, arenāt you? You see my head fall back, my eyes squeeze shut. You hear every ragged breath. You see the muscles in my stomach and thighs flex. Do you like seeing what you do to me? That itās taking all my self-control not to just grab you and fuck your throat raw? Of course you do.Ā
And when you pull back until Iām almost out, then tighten your lips and sink down again, letting the head push pastĀ that resistanceā¦Ā Fuck, baby, that makes it even harder to be patient.Ā
Oh, yeahā¦ go on, use your teeth, too. Just that little scratch of danger. I like the thrill. Just be careful.Ā
You could probably make me come just by playing with the tipāif you tried hard enoughābut here you are, trying to take me deeper. Tilt your head back a little more, get your throat in lineā¦ thereā¦ Itāll help. A little. I can feel your whole body shudder as you fight your gag reflex, forcing yourself to stay down. The raw, tight heat of your throat is so good.Ā
Iād imagine how your cunt must be clenching from this, but right now, all I can feel, is this perfect, hot clutch around me.Ā
I love how soaked your mouth is, the way your lips glisten with spit, the way your eyes are shining with tearsā¦Ā
Then you surprise me. You rise up and dive sharply, and my cock rams deep into your throat.Ā
You know what? Fuck patience. My control justā¦ snaps. I grab your head with both hands, my fingers tangling in your hair, and I pull you into me, driving my hips up off the bed to meet you. You choke, your composure gone from the sudden, brutal thrust. A strangled sound tears from your throat, your hand slaps weakly against my thigh, but I ignore it. I'm too close, baby, too far gone. Iāll listen to your complaints later. Right now, I know you can take it.Ā
ā¦But Iām not going to come down your throat. Not like this. I pull you back by your hair, drag you off the bed, and force you to your knees on the floor. You don't resist, just look up at me with those dazed, wrecked eyes. My fingers curl into the hair at the nape of your neck, tilting your head back.Ā
āOpen your mouth.āĀ
I hold you tight with one hand, the other working my cock. I donāt need much.Ā Just a few rough strokes before I feel itāa deep, coiling snap in my gut.Ā My cum pours into your mouth in thick, hot pulses.Ā
āDonāt swallow. And donāt you dare close your mouth. If you do, Iāll stop.āĀ
I tell you this as I get down on one knee in front of you to be on the same level with you. One hand still fisted in your hair, the other finds your pathetically soaked cunt, and I slide two fingers inside you without a hint of gentleness.Ā
I watch your faceāsmeared with saliva and tears, your hair stuck to your forehead, your lips red and swollen. I watch your tongue move luxuriously in the cloudy, white liquid youāre struggling to keep in your mouth, just like you were told. The wet, squelching sounds my fingers make as I fuck you with them are obscenely loud. Can you hear how much youāre dripping just from sucking my cock? I hope you like the taste in your mouth. Savor it.Ā
I feel your body tenses.Ā
I see your eyes roll back in your head.Ā
I know youāre right there, balanced on the very edge.Ā
āNow swallow.āĀ
And the moment you do, the moment I see your throat work, I curl my fingers hard inside you, pressing up against that sweet spot. And I watch you shatter.Ā
Who would have thought you'd enjoy being myĀ little cumslutĀ so much, ha?Ā
"if I'm going to let you have a phone you need parental controls I need to monitor you"
"no baby that's daddies food eat you're baby food say ahh"
"yes your bedtime is at 6-8 you are a baby today because daddy says so" (bonus points if he drugs my juice inside my bottle to get me to sleep earlier)
"you can't use a knife for you're food let daddy cut it up" or "what's wrong with you're hands baby just eat with them you're a baby you don't have to follow etiquette" "let me feed you"
"why are you touching your diaper baby does daddy need to change you again?"
"I don't care that we are in public you use you're diaper in public you get changed in public" after forcing me
"why are you so fussy today, do you need a nap?"
"does daddy need to make you cry to make you tired enough to sleep"
"you been bad today daddy is not changing you, you will have to wait"
Daddy duties:
- changing me while I'm sleeping if he wakes up at night.
- diaper checks.
- feeding me like I'm a baby
- telling strangers I'm his daughter (adopted lol)
- tell strangers I'm special needs that's why I need a child's leash in public or I'll run away.
- planning my days for me and deciding my routine
- force brushing my teeth for me no matter how uncomfortable it is for me
- doing diaper humiliation as a form of aftercare instead of cuddles
- talking for me in public
- talking to my doctors for me because I'm tired of talking to them.
- tucking me in
- checking on me every so often to make sure I have what I need while daddy has his "lady friend" over and telling me what they do is none of my business. (If he doesn't make me watch so I can get a teaching moment)
- spanking me in public or swatting my butt if I act too grown
- making me get my tubes tied and giving me a special day for getting sterilized taking care of me and coddling me
-testing my gag reflex randomly.
- train me to be a white and male supremacist, my abcs, how to spell incorrectly (make me forget all those years I learned how to spell I won spelling bees I went through 200 page curriculum books meant for the whole school year in 2 weeks when I was a child make me unlearn that), force my brain to regress and be helpless other than cooking and cleaning and giving massages and being obedient.
- check TV show and movie maturity ratings and decide whether it's appropriate for me
- lift me up and carry me like a baby.
- try to soothe me and make sure I get lots of tummy time when I having meltdowns (maybe sodomize me while I have meltdowns sometimes)
- tie my shoes
- assign me nap times when my chores are done.
- help me make rule chart and chore chart so I remember all the rules. One board for temporary rules during certain headspace and one for rules I have to follow all the time.
-chain me outside with my doggies when I start acting like a little puppy
- train me to view being degraded the same as being called a cute nickname. Force me to think being called bitch or retard or rape meat is a cute nickname like being called sweet pea.
- do my hair for me
- set up my bath for me and wrap me in a towel when I'm out maybe sometimes bathe with me or help me bathe.
- explain things to me like I baby like moving cars, birds lift me up and hold me while pointing to things and explain them to me like I baby to comfort me.
- forced bottle feedings
- put me in a car seat and strap me in
- take off my pants while we are in you're car to embarrass me while I only in a diapey.
-take me to the park to play
Big no nos in my marriage:
Do not make me debase myself for a woman while I little or at all. Don't make me submit to woman I only submit to yew.
Don't force me to be adult all the time.
Don't make me feel weird for being a little or baby sub.
These are more cautions than demands because I won't trust my husband if he did.
I like the idea of being cucked sometimes because I'm a baby sub not an adult so daddy needs an adult but I never want to feel like he genuinely values another woman over me or wants me to worship this woman or debase myself for this woman.
I want my daddy to be passionate about being a daddy and I'd be heartbroken to develop a trust for a man again just for him to switch up on being a daddy.
Why are cummies so much better when you're fully stuffed? I love having a plug in my ass, a dild0 in my cunnie and a vibrator on my cl!t at the same time. The only thing missing is his c0ck down my throatš
