Dad that makes you stand in front of him as he scolds you. It's so soft just wanting to make sure his little one learns and changes their ways. He's towering over you and looking right in your eyes. You need to learn not to do that, baby... Dad just wants what is best for you and you know I know what's best. You nod your head and bite your lip.
Even when he's not talking he's making you stand straight and look at him. The room gets so silent all you can hear is the vibrator he's holding to your sensitive parts. Keeping it pressed against you at that one setting. It's so good but so torturous as you try your best to behave.
Stand still and look at me while I'm teaching you discipline. That's right, little one... Look right at daddy, look at dad. He smiles as you shake and try your best to keep eye contact. If you end up falling and cumming he'd look down at you. Shake his head with a smile, guess we need to try again. Disciple, baby...you need to learn how to ask, wait, and hold. Grabs your arm and drags you onto a chair. Bending down in front of you and placing the vibrator right back on to you. Holding it in place as you struggle and he shows no difference.
I'm very patient, sweetie... We can do this as many times as needed for you to learn. Maybe he'd even turn the vibrator up a little more. Dad just needs to make sure his little one is behaving. Tell me what you feel, he will wait for you to speak up. Good job! But...it's what I say not you...and dad thinks you should hold it.
fuck it, i just wanna be a doggy and get bent in half by a hairy dad thrice my age.
have him storm into my room while i'm on the computer and be lifted onto his lap and filled with dick so fast my brain is already melting around the girth bulging in my stomach before I know what's going on.
he's the kind of dad who likes to say, "Knock one bitch up and you'll have another to use for the rest of your life if you raise em right."
ya get so hooked and cockdrunk on him that cuddles on the couch don't feel the same without the scrape of his crotch reassuring you that he'll find your hole no matter what.
the visceral need to have dad playfully yank your tail upwards and rub into that hole a pair of two meaty fingers. he keeps drawing them out to suck and tongue at it for a more slimy entrance
imagine a dad with a tboy son who has always helped him feel better when he's had periods by letting him rest under a heat pad and freshly dryer-fluffed blankets, brewing hot tea and cocoa for him, bringing him midol and tylenol when he needs it, and taking the time to make him feel affirmed even when the menstruation dysphoria kicks in...
and when he gets older, his sex-positive dad starts encouraging him to consider masturbating, whether he's on his period or not, telling him, "you know, it improves your pelvic health, orgasms are very good for your heart health, it can help you fall asleep, it can provide stress relief," and going on and on about the objective health benefits and how it can put his son in touch with his developing teen body... and, for a while, his son always reacts with embarrassment, saying, "ew! augh, dad, no! that's so gross! yuck, no way!" and his dad drops the topic, for the most part, only bringing it up again on occasion, when it's germane to conversations about sexual health...
and, one day, while picking up a few boxes of tampons at the local walmart, dad takes his son on a little detour through the pharmacy aisles and shows him a selection of vibrating dildos... and his son goes red in the face and won't stop looking around, up and down the aisle, pulling the hood of his sweatshirt up over his head and holding it to keep his face hidden from other shoppers while his dad keeps telling him, in such a matter-of-fact tone, "actually, penetrative masturbation with toys like these is excellent for soothing menstrual cramps," all while his son keeps whispering for his dad to put each toy back as he grabs them off the display hooks to look at the product details on the back sides of the packaging... and, despite his son's protesting and embarrassment, dad puts a small bullet vibrator and a modest six-inch vibrating dildo toy into the shopping basket before walking to the express checkout lane, telling his son he's getting them "just in case you ever want to use them..."
and then dad starts letting himself out of the house a little more often, hoping to give his son at least a couple hours of alone time every once in a while so that he can give it an earnest try, especially since having stored the vibrators in the bathroom, where they're just as innocuous and easy-to-find as the hairbrushes or the toothpaste... and his son does give it a try, sometimes using the bullet vibrator on himself before taking a shower, only to frantically clean and dry it before putting it back, perfectly in its place... until, one day, he takes it to his bedroom and uses it to bring himself to his first real orgasm, which quickly puts him to sleep...
and then his dad comes home that afternoon, while his son is still sleeping through his post-orgasm nap... and he goes to the bathroom, curiously checking the drawer to find the little vibrator missing, immediately pleased to know that his son is finally experimenting... and he doesn't do anything or say anything, not wanting to scare his son into retreating and repressing his needs and desires...
and then one day, the forgetful sometimes-presence of the little vibrator in the drawer under the bathroom counter after son's masturbation sessions morphs into a clearly conscious choice to keep it in his room, in the drawer of his bedside nightstand... and dad starts thinking that maybe his son isn't interested in the six inch vibrating dildo, putting it aside somewhere safe to keep it from gathering any dust in the drawer...
and then, during a period, sometime later on, as the months pass, dad looks up from working from home at his laptop while sitting on the couch and notices his son is standing at the doorway of the den with a nervous look on his flushed-red face... and dad asks his son, "kiddo, what's the matter? are you feeling sick?" to which his son replies, asking, "dad, do you know where the, uh, the... the longer vibrator is?" reluctantly and quietly... and dad sets his work aside, telling him, "of course," and then, speculatively, "are you having some bad period cramps?" with his son nodding slowly in response... so dad fetches the vibrating dildo for him and offers to show him how to use it, but his son is far too embarrassed, already, and shuts his bedroom door before his daddy can ask again...
and then his son finally starts hormone replacement therapy, spreading t-gel on his arms once a week... (dad had offered to help him with shots, since needles had always intimidated him, but he wants to do it himself)... and, as son's changes begin to develop, dad notices he spends a lot more time to himself in his room... and that's when dad starts checking in on his son, knocking on his closed bedroom door a few times before opening it, always accidentally walking in on him in the middle of masturbating, always backing out and closing the door when his son yells, "augh, dad! don't come in here! leave me alone! i just want to be by myself right now!" while the telltale hum of a muffled vibrator is going off against his pussy from under the covers...
and then, one day, dad is working at the kitchen table when his son comes in and sits down with a snack, slowly eating it like he's simply killing time while he watches his dad dutifully type away on the keyboard of his laptop and read over a packet of papers... and, when his dad realizes his son has lingered there long after he's finished snacking, he looks up from his work and asks, "what's up, kiddo?" only for his son to go red in the face and clear his throat a little, trying to act natural... and then his son says, "the... uh... big vibrator stopped working," furiously blushing, at this point... and then his dad says, "oh no... sorry to hear that, bud... maybe i can pick one up the next time i go out, does that sound like a plan?" but, despite the prompt and casual response, his son still looks uncomfortable... and then his son asks, "could... you... help me a little... sooner than that?" to which his dad says, "well, sure, kiddo, but it might have to wait until i'm finished with work for today, is that alright?"
but his son still looks a little uneasy, shifting in the dining room chair, pressing his legs together under the table, then asking, "okay, dad, but... i was... kind of thinking... that maybe you could, uh, show me... something a little more... advanced? or, you know... hands-on?" while looking away from his dad, his eyes darting back and forth between making eye-contact... and his dad seems to think about it, catching his meaning... or, rather, assuming it... replying, to confirm, "you mean... you want to try intercourse?"
and, after a long silence, his son, still clearly more embarrassed than he's ever been in his life, slowly nods to answer his dad, looking down at the table and occasionally glancing back up...
and dad takes the time to consider it, despite already knowing his answer... which surprises his son, though not all that much, when he says, "sure, but i'll need you to give me five minutes to wrap up before taking a break... think you can go to your room and get ready for me like you usually get ready on yourself?" and he says it as if it's the most normal thing in the world to be saying, agreeing to a proposition with his trans teen son, but his son hastily nods and gets up from the table, walking to his room, fast, and leaving the door open ajar as he pushes it behind him...
and then dad, true to his word, takes a few minutes to finish his work before shutting the lid of his laptop and getting up to head toward his son's bedroom, slowly pushing the door back open as he enters the threshold, looking down at his son lying down over the covers, his shorts and boxers kicked off and onto the floor, socks still covering his feet, still wearing a t-shirt and hoodie over his torso, his legs pressed together and bent to hide himself, anxiously waiting for his dad... and his dad smiles warmly at him, undoing the fastening on his chinos as he starts to undress, sitting down on the bed next to his son's hot, half-naked body...
and he slowly reaches up to part his son's knees from the side, telling him to "just relax, honey," running his hand up and down the inside of his son's thighs to coax them apart, dipping down into the valley of his legs to gently stroke his son's growing t-dick amidst the lush bush he's grown atop his pubic mound... and dad tells him how good he looks, remarking "oh, look how much hair you've grown down here... and your cock is already getting kind of big."
and dad keeps an eye on his son, who has one hand at his forehead, gripping at his hair, while the other is resting against one side of his chest, groping at himself through the thick fabric of his hoodie... and dad tells him, "feeling okay, kiddo? want to take that sweatshirt off? you're looking a little over-heated," and helps his son sit up in bed to disrobe, the sweatshirt being discarded off the side of the bed, son not even waiting before casting his t-shirt aside, too, totally nude aside from his socks... but dad doesn't need those out of the way, so they can stay on... and, soon, dad returns to rubbing the outside of his son's front hole, venturing to dip a finger inside, which makes his son finally moan nice and long... and dad asks, "does that feel good, bud?" to which his son can hardly respond in words, slowly nodding his head while his eyes drift shut, his breathing growing heavy...
and dad keeps going, gently fingering his son, fingers now slowly pushing in and out, getting him used to the intrusion and the rhythm... after all, even if he had used a dildo many times before, by now, it wasn't as though his hot teen cunt wasn't still young and tight, still getting used to penetration...
and, as dad continues stimulating him, he comments on how wet he is... how engorged his t-dick is... saying, "you've gotten so wet for me, huh? and your cock is even getting hard," to which his son can only moan and whine things like "mm... dad..." and "oh... fuck... dad," between panting breaths... and dad keeps going, his own dick stiffening and tenting in his boxer briefs... until his son's hands find their way to dad's forearm, squeezing it a little... and dad asks, "want to stop, baby?" and his son shakes his head against, looking up at his dad to say, "no... keep going... i... i need you."
and dad, wanting more, asks, "need me how, bud?" and his son bites his bottom lip, worrying it between his teeth before answering, "i... need you inside me..." and his dad's brows raise, dad looking surprised but pleased... and dad asks, to be certain, "you want my cock inside you, kiddo?" and his son nods his head eagerly, his inhibitions lost now as dad gets up from the bed and sheds his underwear, getting back onto the mattress and positioning himself between his son's legs which, right now, are spread open, almost impatiently, as he stares down at his dad's crotch, at the long dick that bounces gently over his thick, swollen balls... and his jaw falls a little, as if the head had hypnotized him...
and his dad chuckles a little, watching his son's lust-addled expression as he grabs hold of his own cock and strokes it, the meatus leaking precum which dribbles down over his dad's knuckles on each downstroke, down onto the cover of his duvet... and then dad lightly pets the insides of his son's thighs again, lowering himself until the head of his cock meets the foreskin-covered head of his son's cock, rubbing himself up and down his slit...
and dad looks at his son's face as his son stares back at him, mouth still hanging open, as he aligns himself with his son's front hole and starts opening him up with his uncovered shaft... and dad's dick feels like it's stuffing him tight... centimeter by centimeter, filling him up full...
and son's hands go to his chest, kneading and squeezing and tugging on himself, breathing hitching as dad bottoms out inside of his cunt... and then dad begins pulling his cock out... slowly... letting his son feel himself empty before easily slipping back in, taking his son's moans as encouragement as he sheaths himself again, fully inside his son's hot cock sleeve of a channel... wet and hot and clenching...
and dad goes slow, at first, like when he's given his son back scratches or shoulder rubs before... and dad cups his son's hip with one hand as he leans forward on the other hand, which is flat against the covers of his boy's bed, the motion of his hips picking up speed the longer he goes, in and out, fucking him... dad is fucking him... and his son moans, loudly, "ohh, fuck, dad!"
and dad can feel his boy's cunt squeezing him, drawing him in, wanting to lock him there each time he thrusts inside, saying, "good job, baby boy... you like taking daddy's cock inside you? okay, kiddo... just relax... just enjoy..." as he thrusts...
and when his bare cock feels his son chasing his own orgasm, he picks up the pace, driving himself harder and faster into his boy's cunt, listening as his moans devolve quickly into unintelligible vocalizations...
and then, suddenly, his son tightens around his cock, the walls of his soaking wet channel spasming around him... and dad can't hold back...
and dad announces, "good boy, you want my cum? baby, do you want my cum inside you, too?" to which his son frantically nods, and dad can feel him grip his cock even harder at that...
always quick to please, he thrusts deep and fast as his son is letting himself be lost in the throes of a hard orgasm, the moans and exclamations tumbling out of his mouth each time he almost ruts against his baby boy's cervix, going, "god! fuck, dad, fuck me! oh god, fuck me! fuck me! fuck me! aah, dad!"
and his dad, determined, lets his hips snap against his son's groin with each thrust inside of him, letting his own orgasm erupt with a grunt, his semen shooting against his son's hot insides, his thrusts fast and pistoning out of time before he simply stops, dad's legs relaxing in the furrow of his son's...
and his son feels the innermost part of himself bathed in his dad's cum... and he shudders, his body trembling already in post-coital bliss...
"oh, dad," he moans, "can we... can we do that again?"
southern dad and his adopted trans son. i caannnn'ttttughhhhh
dad that gets his son to work on the farm now that he wants to be a man, who gives him his old hat to wear out in the sun. dad who watches his son strain and lug around haybales in his old jeans and general get up. dad who hides away in the stable to jerk off pervertedly over the idea of it. fuck, he's not even his real son anyways, it ain't that bad.
son who makes a joke about his tdick looking bigger in his dad's jeans while they share beer and watch whatever sports team his dad keeps mumbling about. son that watches his dad readjust his own jeans after looking at his, and shuffles closer 'innocently' to press his thighs against his.
dad that puts his hat back on his son after making him ride him. "yeah, that ain't so hard, mm?" and "fuck, look at you're doin' to your old man's cock, look at 'im.." as he jerks off over his son's face. another mumble of "i'll teach y'how t'be a real man" as they take their antics outside in the hay under the night sky.
My big brother broke up with his girlfriend. He told her that ‘her pussy is too stretched and hairy,’ and that ‘women need to keep a tight hairless vagina for men to use and enjoy.’
Well his insensitivity paid off in the form of his ex giving him a curse. He woke up with a super tight and hairless vagina. His insides had rearranged to female anatomy as well, a transformation that excluded his chest and mammary glands. The rest of his body looked as it had before. His shapely hairy butt transitioned to his hairless front lips. It would be a bizarrely erotic sight from a view underneath him.
His ex girlfriend had done this to teach him a lesson, but it backfired. He still considered it the responsibility of vagina owners to keep it tight and shaved and accessible to men. He simply was now a vagina owner himself. He told all of his male friends about his predicament and that he was available to take their cocks. Some of them renounced him as a friend, but others stuck around out of curiosity.
His male friends stared, poked and prodded at his pussy until they could accept that he was female. Then they began taking their turns with him day in and day out.
No matter how many dicks my brother takes in his new vagina, it reforms back into a shaved tight virgin cunt every morning. He doesn’t seem to get pregnant either, since his body resets every day. I know this because he walks around the house naked, just like he did before he had a vagina. I think he’s also been signalizing to my dad and I that he’s willing to take even our dicks in his pussy. Tonight I’m gonna gather the courage to ask him…
Dad who sees his oldest son burning out. He is trying so hard to be an adult. It's taking a lot out of him. Dad who picks son up from work. Dad who makes Son change into warm cozy jammies. Dad who insists on strapping Son into a car seat. He is too little to go without it. He's way too little to sit in the passenger seat.
Dad who goes through the McDonalds drive through and gets his Son two happy meals. He wants his baby to feel little, but not hungry. He gets fries with one of them and apple slices with another. Treats are good for the psyche, but apples are good for the body.
Dad who lets Son eat his happy meals on the drive home. Dad cares more about his boy's health than a few crumbs. Son who starts to regress. He kicks his feet in his car seat. He makes little noises as he eats, a train honk for the apples, an airplane buzz for the fries. Son starts to feel the weight of his day melt away.
Dad who carries Son from the car to his bed. Son is placed in Dad's bed instead of his crib. Even though his boy is feeling quite small, Dad wants to be close. He brushes his little's teeth and pops in a pacifier. Son's eyes droop. Dad retrieves his kiddo's favorite plushie from his room.
Dad who sings lullabies as Son falls asleep in his arms. He is warm and cozy and little. He isn't an adult right now, and no adult worries can plague him. Son who giggles around his pacifier because his elephant is so fuzzy and tickles his chin. Son who drifts off to dreamland after a very hard day.
