normalize me pinching your tits through your shirt, mid sentence, and making fun of you when you lose you train of thought.
normalize me tugging your stupid shirt down under your tits in public and you walking around with them out because you’re not allowed to cover them up.
normalize me referring to you by your tits, looking at your tits when i address you, and leading you around by pinching a nipple and pulling you along.
normalize me introducing you to my friends and instead of a handshake, they formalize the introduction by groping your tits and complimenting me for finding such a docile slut.
Fakeboys should be punished for hiding their princess parts by pumping their pussy and then wearing a bikini, then maybe taken to the beach where she will be forced for her pretty girl parts to be on display, that way she can’t hide her anatomy.
maybe it’s the post-T shot horniness talking but god i really need a huge, veiny dick pumping load after load into my fertile little cunt right now. i need to feel it twitch and pulse and fill me up. i need to whimper that im not on the pill but still clench around it and milk every last drop of cum into my greedy womb. fuckkk
Though most women will gladly accept returning to our natural roles as incubators and breeding cows, some cunts will initially resist. They will correctly perceive the natural hierarchy as degrading to females and will try to escape the crawling shame of being fuckmeat and cum drains.
It will not be necessary to force these women to comply. They will simply be offered the opportunity to prove they have the same dignity as men. Thirty days in a training camp. If they make it out without voluntarily degrading themselves, they’ll be free and have all equal rights.
The training camp has several areas that women rotate through during a day. They are never forced to participate in any activity. They simply must observe for the allotted time.
One room has wall to wall large screens showing images and videos of females in degrading positions—being bound in breeding stations, hung up by their cunts on fuck posts, making stupid faces and pointing at their holes. The typical female assortment.
The room has a variety of objects. Some are simply chairs with large dildos attached to them. There are a few bitching stations with a hump pad for the cunt to rest on, high enough from the ground that a woman’s legs would dangle freely on either side. There are swings to sit in sideways, so the seat cups the pussy, with a textured fabric that feels good to grind against.
The rules are simple: the women have to watch the images without resorting to their base female instinct to stimulate their cunts.
Basically all women would make it past the first day, even if some look like they may be crossing their legs a little bit. A few fake prudes would be easily weeded out over the first week. The real show would begin at around 10 days, as predicted by scientists.
A female in this position would watch her fellow cunts succumb one by one. Maybe a prim middle aged housewife blushes as she leaves the huddled group, lifts her skirt, and sinks down on one of the bitch chairs with an embarrassing but satisfied groan. A few younger females seem eager to take this shameful display as permission to try out the swings.
The female’s horror would grow every day as women she never thought would give in start assuming all manner of humiliating poses and start humping with abandon, until they’re led out of the room by men in uniforms to get assigned to their permanent bitch roles.
Finally, it’s just the female and a short haired girl with blue highlights and a “dykes do it better” t-shirt. There are only a few days left but each feels exponentially harder than the one before. The female can feel the way her cunt lips slide wetly against each other every time she leaves the room. Even the dyke looks more and more uncomfortable.
One of the final days, the two of them watch a video of a breeding. The dyke gasps because the bitch on screen is her ex-girlfriend. They watch as the bitch crawls into a mating press, spreading her legs willingly to have the assistants cuff them in place. The screen focuses on the bitch’s face, which is bright red. It looks like her hair grew out recently.
When the man enters her from behind, the bitch’s gasp fills the entire room. The two women watch as her eyes roll back into her head as her body begins rolling with the thrusts into her cunt. Her gasps become moans, louder and louder until they’re animalistic grunts. She looks right at the camera with a vacant stare, her mouth pasted open in an O.
The last female feels movement beside her, and before she knows what’s happening, the dyke is crawling up the bitch station, her legs shaking as she hurriedly mounts herself into the same position as her ex-girlfriend. The female stares in astonishment as the dyke start humping to her ex’s breeding. The bitches moan in unison like it’s the first time they’ve experienced a satisfied cunt.
The humiliation of the entire scene breaks the last female. With a resigned groan, she approaches a pole in the middle of the room with a dildo mounted about waist high. With some effort, she manages to position her cunt over the pole and slide down, her toes barely brushing the ground as she stakes herself by the cunt.
She hears the former lesbian gasp behind her and start panting, probably with renewed shame at witnessing her downfall. The two of them and the bitch on screen moan and flail as they accept their fate.
The uniformed men soon come to take the last two away. No one ever makes it through training camp.
Imagine waking up after top surgery and instead of it being flat, your chest is even bigger? When the doctors walks in and you ask, freaking out, they say
“It would be a shame if you did that to your body. Were medical professionals, we know best,”
And then you’re unable to ever get a breast reduction because it’s permanently on your medical records.
I'm about to say something really unhinged but imagine if like all seating in public places (benches, restaurant chairs, university classroom desks, public transportation, etc.) were divided between male and female seats and this was strictly enforced. Now imagine that every seat designated for females had some type of phallic, dildo-like object fixed on where she has to sit. The protruding objects would come in a huge variety of shapes and sizes, from 2 inches tall and 1 inch around to 10 inches long with a 4 inch girth. Some are smooth, some are ribbed, some are curved, some have bulbous heads, some have bumps, etc! And every time a female went somewhere where she would have to sit, she would have to move her skirt to the side and sit on the object, as that's the rules of polite society. ❤️
Shy girls attending uni would scramble on the first day of classes to pick their seat first to ensure they don't get stuck sitting on the 10-inch hammer for the rest of the year.
Women squirming in movie theater seats during exciting movies, or crying out during horror films in such a way that you're not sure if it was the jumpscare or something else.
A sweet looking girl on the subway trying not to cry because she was late this morning and the phallus in the only seat left was bigger than she's used to and the vibrations from the car are making it feel sooo good.
Imagine sitting across a girl on a first date in a restaurant. She arrived and sat before you did so didn't see what was in her chair and your mind is going wild imagining what kind of object is filling your date right across from you. The date goes well and as the night goes on and the flirting gets heavier you can notice her slowly rocking her hips and her breathing get uneven and you get to decide if you want to take her away from there or let her sit and stay and unravel deliciously here in front of everyone.
I love this scenario. Ftm sluts also have to sit on the female's side because their pussies have to be filled too. All eyes would be following a 'man' who gets on the subway and walks over to the women's side. Then he spreads his legs, revealing a hole in his pants as his required for people with pussies who refuse to wear skirts. His pussy is already dripping as he inserts the biggest dildo on the entire subway into it sitting down.
How humiliating it would be for him to have to sit with the other slutty sex toys and have the real men laugh at him, already imagining how they're gonna follow him home to rape that wet pussy of his.
hhghfnh i wanna be fucked by someone whose cock is so big they have to fuck through my cervix and into my womb t make it all fit I wanna cum helplessly around them every time they thrust thru my cervix i wanna be forced to beg for them to breed me knowing there’s nothing between them and my desperate empty fertile womb I wanna feel them cum directly in my womb
I’d love to go to the gyno and have a real man strip me down and grope me and misgender me. Everytime I try to correct him he just talks over me and continues deadnaming me and misgendering me :3. I’d love him to take my clothes and replace the binder with a bra, the boxers I keep my “boy” pussy in now pink frilly panties. I’d beg him to prescribe me T but only a few months later will I realize it was estrogen after my hips have widened and breasts get bigger. (o^ ^o) (//▽//)🎀👙💉🌸
Picture this - when a female wants to transition to a male, if she's of certain age (the most fertile to be precise), say 18-30, she's sent to a fakeboy farm.
It's a corrective institution where "ftm" women are basically kept as living incubators, most first world countries struggle with declining birth rates after all. If you want to abandon your duty as a woman, you must first fulfill your natural role to its fullest before you can do it.
Such a fakeboy is taken to the farm where she's kept with other trans "men" in individual stalls placed next to each other in long halls, ass facing the wall, fully naked, and on all fours, a position in which she's always ready to be fucked. Each stall has a door at the back, leading directly do the outside, but not big enough for the person to escape.
Every day from 9 to 5, the doors are opened, giving free use of all the women to breed. Any man can come and fuck any girl he wants through the door for free, the only requirement is having been tested for STDs, we wouldn't want to lose any of the incubators to some silly disease. During that time, the halls are filled with a cacophony of feminine moans and whimpers. It's not uncommon for the farm staff who are responsible for feeding and cleaning to have fun with the fakeboys themselves, in fact, many guys apply for the job just because it gives them free access to the whole bodies of the girls, not only their cunts poking through the door.
Of course, each person gets pregnant, that's why they're here in the first place. Every woman is kept in the institution for, let's say, until 25 (the time the brain stops maturing, identity is fixed etc.). At the same time, everybody needs to "serve" for at least 3 years, so everyone past 22 is kept there for that amount of time, 22 and less need to wait for until they're 25. So, if an 18 year old gets into the farm, she's going to get birth to at least 6 babies minimum until she gets out. One pregnancy ends, another starts, pretty much all the girls are getting cummed in multiple times a day every day by many men. Since the babies are taken from their mothers very early (they need to resume their cumdumpster service as soon as possible, no time to raise kids), every woman has milking devices attached to her breasts, so that all the milk accumulated in them can be emptied somehow. Everybody takes gallons of cum during their stay at the farm, nobody knows the fathers of any of the babies because the rotation there is so big, who wouldn't take a chance at fucking a young pussy raw with no consequences?
By the end of their stay, each fakeboy is a completely different person, both physically and mentally. Their breasts enlarged and swollen from years of lactating and getting milked, their pussies loose from thousands of cock taken and babies birthed, and most importantly, their minds changed. If she still wants to transition, only then is she allowed to. However, after their service, most girls become cock-obsessed sexoholics and any thoughts about being a man leave them completely. Perhaps it's because of maternal instincts doing their work, or maybe the continuous fucking they go through for years is able to convince them of their position, their role, their nature. Most of the time, they become prostitutes, dedicating their life to continuing their service even further by pleasuring even more men.
More fakeboys need to be turned into hucows. Think about it. If your girl thinks she’s a boy you need to correct her, and the best way to do that is remind her of her milky girly tits!! It will be so much harder for her to pretend she’s a boy as she’s forced to pump her breasts multiple times a day. Soon enough they’ll get big and swollen, and any passing features she had will be over shadowed by her massive udders! When her tits are finally big enough, reward her by dressing her in a cute little cow print lingerie set and make her walk around on all fours so you can watch her heavy tits swing.
Omg more people than I expected were into the medfet forced detransition concept I posted! Here’s an extended version of the fantasy I like to imagine while I masturebate
TW: Transphobia, Forced detransition, non-con medical and surgical experiments, Intox
This is all fantasy!
I had recently gone on a few dates with who I thought was a very nice man who respected my identity as a transgender man. He even was a doctor who told me he specialized in transgender medicine. Naturally I felt very comfortable with him and after quite a few dates he had gotten to know me and my medical history, future plans quite well. I didn’t find it strange how much he wanted to know about my medical history and future plans, he’s a doctor after all. I told him all about my top surgery, how happy and free it made me feel. I told him about my hysterectomy and how it made me feel safe and relived, periods were a huge source of dysphoria for me, and getting pregnant is my worst nightmare. I even told him about my plans and appointments for a phalloplasty constitutional. He was nothing but supportive the whole time.
We had been going out for quite a while, and I thought it was going well. I was happy to find a man who I felt comfortable with and respected by. I even offered to let him come to my phallo consult, but he was unfortunately working that day. I headed out for the appointment on my own…and that’s all I remember.
I don’t know how long it was, but eventually I started to hear muffled voices and sounds, but I couldn’t open my eyes or move. I was stuck, but slowly I was regaining my senses. I could hear that I was in a hospital, the beeping of monitors, and the chatter of nurses. I could feel the hospital bed beneath me, and the IV in my arm. Eventually I had enough consciousness to focus on the chatter of the nurses around me. I heard the doors to my room open and a few people entered. Someone pulled back the blankets that covered me. I felt a pair of hands move and adjust my hospital gown from my chest…the hands began to grope at what felt like…large,full, plump, breasts….that couldn’t be right. I had top surgery years ago! That large weight on my chest couldn’t possibly be my breasts!
“This is incredible! Her breasts have filled out better than we could have imagined!” A woman’s voice exclaimed as she continued to grope and feel what were now confirmed to somehow be my breasts!
“Yes. In fact they’ve come back even larger than they were before.” A cold yet familiar voice said from farther back in the room. It was my boyfriend. My blood ran cold and my mind began to race. I had no idea how long i had been incapacitated, or how long I would be incapacitated. Why was this happening!
“Lift her gown please. Let’s check how she’s healing.” He said to what I assumed were his nurses. I felt hands undress me, and begin to inspect my abdomen. I felt strange…sore, and bloated. Gloved hands reached between my legs, and inserted two fingers into my wet vagina.
“She’s menstruating! It worked!” One of the nurses exclaimed.
There’s no way. My heart felt like it stopped in my chest. Being misgendered already was cruel enough, but to know the wetness between my legs was actually my period. There was nothing I could do.
“She’s a medical breakthrough.” My boyfriend said with a sense of morbid fascination. “Continue her hormone treatment, monitor her current menstruation, and her future menstruation cycle. When she is at her most fertile we will continue with the next phase.” He instructed the nurses.
I don’t know how long I spent with the nurses cooing over me and gossiping about my period, and how well my body was taking to my hormones. They talked about how excited they were to be apart of women’s medical history, and be able to help a woman like me who desperately regretted being brainwashed into transitioning at a young age. The dysphoria I felt is indescribable…but for some reason it made me wet…
Eventually the day came where I was moved into what felt like a gyno chair. My legs were spread wide in the stirrups and my vagina was on display.
“You all may leave, I am able to inject the sample on my own.” I heard my boyfriend dismiss his team. His hand gripped my thighs and I heard his belt unbuckle. He began to rub his throbbing cock against my dripping wet pussy.
“See your pussy is thankful for what im doing. She’s dripping wet and begging to be bred like the woman you are.” He said to me as he pushed his penis deep inside my vagina.
“Your real name is going to go down in history as the first woman to successfully medically detransition.” He grunted in my ear as he pleasured himself with my body.
“You’re going to be famous for being the first successful uterine transplant recipient…especially now that you’ve been inseminated.” He groaned as he ejaculated deep inside me.
He patted my pussy and brought his team back into the room. He instructed the nurses to keep me in position for the next few hours so the sample would have the best chance of taking, and then to regularly preform pregnancy tests. I could only pray that his semen wouldn’t take.
My eyes began to open. I don’t know what changed or how long it had been…but I saw lots of people crowding me. I heard my deadname being called by many different voices. Cameras and microphones were being held near mg face.
“Tessa! Tessa! Your story is so inspiring!”
“Tell us about your experience as a woman who was brainwashed into believing she was a transgender man!”
“How does it feel to be the first woman to get pregnant with a successful uterine transplant!?”
That’s when I looked down at myself. My once flat chest was now huge and…natural!? My breasts had grown back triple the size they were, too big to fit into any binder now. My stomach was round with a big ripe baby bump. I was undeniably pregnant. I could feel my large engorged breasts resting atop my plump baby bump. When I looked up from my new body, I saw my boyfriend standing behind all the reporters, smiling at me.
This is all fantasy! I hope you enjoyed if you made it this far, if anyone is interested in more of this let me know, I’ve never made a written post this long before!
As much as I like being able to turn a "boy" into a good little cow who squirts milk every time she hears a baby cry just by having an orgasm inside her, there is something appealing about breeding a fakeboy who's had top surgery.
Because you really tried, didn't you? You tried so hard to escape your femininity that you had your chest cut open. It's not quick, or cheap, or easy to get surgery like that. It leaves scars.
But you only escaped the symbol, not the substance. Someone glancing at the shape of your clothed body might mistake you for a man, now - and you thought that was what was important. You thought the way you presented yourself to the world was what really mattered.
But your female body is still ready to make babies. All that potential is still there, underneath what a stranger might see.
All I have to do is fuck my seed into you, to make you conceive and carry and give birth. Because you changed your appearance, but not your destiny.
