#dependence kink

[lucc-05]

Love love loveee being manhandled. Grab me by my waist to move me. Pull me along by my belt. Shove me onto the bed. Paired with sweet yet condescending words.

"Poor thing, what would you do without me?"

"You'd be lost without me, sweetheart."

"Aw baby, you can't function without a helping hand. You're lucky you have me. Don't worry baby I'm not going anywhere."

"Just listen sweetheart, I know what's best for you."

[pucksplug]

Musings about a trans girl secretly dosing her fakeboy friend with hormones to re-feminise him and make his titties swollen and sensitive.

The fakeboy confiding in her, the confusion about how it could be happening. Comforting him, helping her fakeboy relieve the stress, telling him how beautiful his swollen udders are.

Weeks and months of this going on, becoming complacent, the the comfort those kind words of his friend making him understand that his boobs are beautiful,

he should be proud of them.

He became dependent on her words of encouragement, she could make him do things. She'd been so helpful, the thought of not hearing those words again driving him to give in to little things at first. Each act that loving voice he so needed would prasise him, telling him how much of a good "boy" he was.

A kiss, let me touch them, don't wear a binder when we're together. Building and building, until the fakeboy looked in the mirror and realised how pretty he was, how beautiful he had become. It was so much better now, she better was now.

It was all her friends help, of course she'd do anything for her, at this point she couldn't live without her. She'd been telling her what to do for so long now,

it was only natural,

she belonged to her.