#forcefem basement

[hingeless-shitposts]

I would like to be friends with everyone in the forcefem basement

[think-a-madjick]

Pals, I'm beginning to consider the possibility that we aren't going to get Jax into the force-fem basement adventure :'(

[trainwreck-of-thoughts]

A whole batch at the forcefem factory just came out as bigender, and now my managers are arguing about whether that 'technically counts' or not. I'm just keeping my head down and hoping they don't notice I was cutting corners.

[trainwreck-of-thoughts]

A nuanced and compassionate perspective on forcefem fantasies

(CW for degradation, carceral abuse, and all the usual stuff that forcefem implies. A bit outside my usual wheelhouse.)

Hey. Wake up. Wake the fuck up, the mean old tranny who abducted you has a blackjack and you don't want to give her an excuse to start using it.

No, we're not doing anything medical, not like you'd need that with how well those tits are coming in. No, you're not being released, and don't pretend you were hoping for that. Yes, I've been drinking. God no I'm not gonna fuck you.

Finally up? Stand right in front of me, arms behind your body. Back straight. Stop fucking slumping, there, fucking finally. Stay like that. Now breathe out slowly, really relax those core muscles. One last thing, just close your eyes for a second. Perfect.

*SMACK*

...aaaand down she goes. What did you think was going to happen? God, I was so sure that I'd want to keep going here, but what's the point? I'd just dirty my boots kicking you. You barely even look human, heaving on the floor like that. I'm just going to talk a bit.

Remember your life before I took you here? Unkempt college student in a filthy dorm, living off instant noodles and takeout, depressed, failing every class he's in, barely attending them anyway, dreading the holidays where he's gonna have to face his family again. Plus, dreadful online safety habits: I didn't struggle at all to track you down from those posts.

*SMACK*

Stay down, I'm not done talking yet. Oh for the love of fucking god, I barely put force behind that swing, don't start crying on me. I need you to listen to what I have to say.

I was fighting for my fucking life when I was your age. Drifting from friend group to friend group looking for people that did more than tolerate me, shoplifting clothes and makeup I couldn't afford, getting stonewalled by a doctor who didn't like how I looked, whispers and stares everywhere I went. And that voice in the back of my head, every day, telling me I was too late, there was no point, what was I even hoping for?

And now I'm here! In a body that still doesn't quite fit, in a life that's way too fucking hard still, fucking begging my benefactors month after month for the money I need to keep this operation going.

What do you think I feel when I look at you? When I think about all that's being done for you? Tell me. Now.

...

...You just don't fucking get it, huh?

*SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK*

Fucking finally, that got it out of my system. Cry if you must, I don't fucking care anymore.

Don't worry, no matter how much you piss me off I'll still give you what you need. I'm ruthless, not cruel. In less than a year, you'll have a shiny new ID, clothes that actually fit you, some cash in your pocket, and the help you need to start a new life as the woman you were always meant to be.

But for the rest of your days, you're going to remember how much you needed me. I don't want you to ever forget that without me you'd still be that boy rotting in his dorm, too passive and scared to do anything about the gaping hole at the core of his soul. I want you to know I saw the exact same things that made you recoil in fear and I fought them and I won, and you could've done the same but instead you waited for me to show up and give you permission.

I'm better than you. Admit it. Internalize it.

...There's a good girl. C'mere. Give me a hug.

Here, this will help with the pain, and this with the swelling. You're going to be just fine, I didn't hit anything important. The bruises should fade in a couple weeks. After that, it'll be easier to think of this as merely a bad dream.

I'm going to go upstairs now. Go back to bed, and when you see me in the morning we're both going to pretend that none of this ever happened.

[trainwreck-of-thoughts]

2026 discourse sneak peak: is the forcefem basement problematic because it's involuntary psychiatric commitment?