sow fucker

youre whatever i want you to be. 30. he/him. 🔞

[turnboystosows]

this is all fantasy. i’m a happily married bisexual transmasc. everything beyond this point is make believe. don’t be weird.

Information

Name: Sir, Dad

Orientation: Pig owner

Property: @6000lbsandover

the man who always gets what he wants. my property is whatever i want her to be. i break trannies, faggots and sexless freaks. sometimes that means making them wobbling masses of fat.

don’t cry.

[turnboystosows]

Waking up to dad showing me the videos he made of me whilst I slept

You’re such a whore, moaning, squirming in your sleep. Moans so loud even through the bit gag I force you to sleep with in your mouth. The morphine I forced into you meant you couldn’t stop me from ruining your bloated hole, your body just trembling and spasming under me. All night.

You whimper and bury your head into my toned chest. I pull your hair and make you keep watching the videos of me raping you on the TV in the family room.

[turnboystosows]

Human toilet fakeboy

It’s hard to tell if she’s crying or moaning. Either way she’s orgasming from her knelt position on the floor. Her belly covers her knees and lolls onto the tiles like a whore, so you can’t see where she kneels in a puddle of her piss and cum, transluscent and sticky. The room would smell of her sex if it wasn’t for her purpose.

Her arms are tied behind her back, shoving her thick udders forward. Her mouth is forced open by a painfully large ring gag. Pissing down her throat is easy enough, shitting is a bit more difficult. That’s why there are bars at either side of the stall that’s been designated hers. Easier for men of all sizes to squat to shit in the slut’s mouth. She swallows it all eagerly, mind broken, legs open, the perfect toilet slut.

[un-father3]

"Hold Dad's hand if you are scared"

While I'm pounding you.

[turnboystosows]

Cyberpunk fakeboy pet

“Are you actually looking at this thing or what?” My friend Nate keeps groping the thing’s tits, like the Personal Entertainment Technology is his birthday present and not mine. “Look, you can customise it to fuck, if big tits and a wet cunt aren’t you thing…”

I’m just nervous he’ll ask who got me the PET again. It’s from my dissertation supervisor. He’s been punching my paragraphs up in exchange for sex. Don’t need any of the lads knowing I’m not the straight masculine alpha man I pretend to be.

Nate fiddles with the app for the PET some more while it kneels idly, looking passive and unconcerned while it’s groped and molested. “I mean, you can change its personality, make it rapebait, make it a tranny…”

That gets my attention. I grab my phone back off Nate, scrolling through the options. Obviously I knew I could give it tits and a thick cock, or a flat chest and a wet pussy, but, making this feminine fuck object think it’s, somehow, a man…

The thing suddenly blushes, hurriedly trying to cover up its F-cup tits. “W-what the fuck? I-I’m not… where’s my hoodie?” It whimpers. My cock’s hard already.

“Eer, Nate, give me and my PET the room. We’ll meet you down at ‘ student union later, alright?” I’ve got a lot of time to spare and a cute PET to rape into oblivion.

[turnboystosows]

Early 20th century, you’re an army sergeant who’s just found out the weak, floundering private isn’t actually the man she claimed to be, what’d you do? :3c

She’s going to die for treason anyway. We don’t need women in the sand. I take some pleasure in beating her breasts with a crop, wondering how the hell she managed to hide those things under bandages. Now that they’re red, raw and bleeding, she won’t be able to anymore.

The men could use a comfort woman, and fortunately this degenerate has volunteered. I take her first, forcing my grimy fingers inside of her dry with dehydration cunt. I explore every inch inside of her, feeling her shudder against my broad form.

Her hole’s wet with blood by the time I pull out, enough to guide my cock into her. Her legs try to squeeze me out, but I shove them apart so hard I hear a joint snap in your hip.

The whole camp can hear her scream. I’m sure it wakes up their cocks in preparation.

[turnboystosows]

You’re werewolf who bites and turns me, when you come back a little while later you discover the pretty faggot you thought you picked up is actually a fertile fakeboy who’s sobbing and whining in agony as her body changes, the transformation making her look more feminine

I tilt my head curiously as I watch you come back to humanity. I lick my sharp teeth, fascinated. Your have six tits now, heavy and full, even in humanity. You whimper and cry and cradle your new body. Wolfhood gave you more hair, more curves. Your flesh bulging with the need to be bred. I don’t have any interest in women but the need to fill your abundant body with pups is overwhelming.

Your scream when I straddle you and growl into your neck keens off with a moan. You need this.

[turnboystosows]

Dad fucking his new kidnapped daughter whilst he shows her her missing person’s report

“I think 330lbs is generous, birdie, don’t you?” I groan after I came in you for the third time. Your missing person’s report is on the screen behind me, the massive TV mounted across from the bed that’s going to be your new home.

My caged birdie whines around the feeding tube I’ve shoved down your throat. You almost choke every time I thrust but that’s not going to stop me. Beloved little birdie, your parents crying on every news cycle for you to come home. You’re not coming home. You’re already there.

[turnboystosows]

Dad taking his 500lbs daughter to the gym with him :3

You’re not sure if the stares are for my hairy musclegut or your fat rippling with every step. You insisted on coming with your masculine bear dad to the gym, squeaking that you wanted to up your stamina but with the way your thighs keep squirming and your flabby cheeks are reddening, I know you’re just collecting material to abuse your pussy to later.

You’re watching lads with lithe bodies working the machines, probably imagining them fucking each other while you stare. Then, as I’m setting my own rack up, I hear you let out a whimper as a huge jacked man lets out a pornographic groan. You’re probably imagining him ramming his thick coke can dick into your wet cavernous hole.

When I bark at you that we’re done, there’s a huge wet patch on the bench you were filling.

[turnboystosows]

I bite you so hard you need stitches

I grab you by your curly thick pussy hair and you let go and scream. “Stupid cunt! Fuck!” I roar in your face. Dad said the sedatives would last longer. I was in the middle of pulling your teeth out when you bit down on my hand, hard. You always had sharp canines, Imogen. They used to scare me.

I stumble away, clutching my hand. I let go, let the blood fall. My other hand grabs the knife on my operating tray. In a fit of rage I cut one of your nipples off, letting it roll down in between your fat rolls. Looks like we’ll both need my dad to patch us up tonight.

[turnboystosows]

Just you and me on the subway late at night when there’s a power cut and a problem with the train causing you to be stuck with the fat girl who’s avoiding looking at you but who’s skirt you can see up

I’m standing like I’ve got something to prove. It makes me feel better looking at the fat bitch taking up two seats. She reminds me of a cunt who used to bully me at school. Who gave me the rope burn on my neck and the scar on my cheek. She’s got the same shitty black on red hair dye job.

When the light goes out I saunter over. I tell her I can see her Hello Kitty knickers. She squeaks, tries shutting her legs so quick I can see the fat of her thighs wobble. I ruffle her hair, then grab it. She whimpers that the cameras will see, the cops will see. I tell her the cameras are off. Then I punch her in the face.

I lick the blood off her split lip then I kneel between her legs, parting them as wide as I can. I tear her knickers down and get to work on her cunt, licking at her fetid clit, her belly pushing against my forehead. She’s crying and coming and I know she’ll spend her whole life searching for this again.

[turnboystosows]

Describe the specific fakeboy barn on a human farm

It’s pink, obviously, with milking machines filling one wall. There used to be barriers between each pen but the cows were quickly overfilling them. Now the cows lazily lay against eachother’s fat, their big veiny tits rippling as their puffy nipples are milked. They moo softly, thick thighs drenched in cum.

The other side of the barn is filled with sows, connected to various feeding machines. Some of them have feeding machines shoved deep inside their asses, others have their shit fed to unruly piggies crying around their feeding tubes. Good immobile hogs have a hole in every orifice and a big litter inside making their bellies ripple.

There are two bitches chained up outside the barn, muscular hounds who thought bodybuilding would hide the fact they’re cute slutty girls. They have vibrators plugged deep in their cunts that shock when they’ve misbehaved, and buzz when they’ve been good dogs. If they’ve kept their girls safe, they get to fuck a cow or a pig.

[turnboystosows]

Normally you hang your victims from meat hooks until they’re needed, unfortunately your latest fat sweaty prey brought the entire hook and part of the ceiling down when you left her with the hook ripping into her back

I can’t help but yell out in surprise. The fat sow lies screaming on the floor, and kicking her where her back’s been flayed open doesn’t help but I need to vent somewhere. Fucking meat’s ruined. Too bruised to make anything worthwhile. Maybe jerky.

“You’ve moved your expiration date up, swine, you know that? Means I gotta kill you now.” I raise up the cleaver over her shivering screaming body. Then I stop. She’s pissed me off this much, she needs to pay.

I rip my apron off, dig in my jeans and pull my dick out. With just a little pawing I’m hard. Hard enough to fuck the gaping hole in her back. The fat pig snorts and whines and my cock pounds into her viscera. The jerky’s gonna be extra salty.

[turnboystosows]

You’re the serial killer I’ve been stalking and gushing over, but the sight of me taking photos of you from outside your house pisses you off so much you have to punish and mutilate my fat tranny ass.

I’m supposed to be the stalker. Me. I put all the hard work in to not get followed, only talked about, and this stupid wobbling cunt thinks she gets to breathe the same air as me.

I don’t even bother putting on the cowl before I see her. She doesn’t deserve to be a Ghostface kill. This is just tying up loose ends.

Speaking of which. The ropes are burning her wrists badly as she struggles, soon blood will start seeping into the ropes. I pin her gut with my hunting knife, stabbing it down into the hilt. She screams so loud I can hear her vocal chords stretch. Knew it. Knew the slut hadn’t even started T.

I hadn’t bothered to investigate this one. She wasn’t worth the effort. But I can read people. I’m a genius, and she’s a snuffling tranny pig who thinks she can drool over me like I’m a fucking pop star. I drag the knife down, opening her belly up like a roasted pig ready to feast upon. I lean down and gather up a huge wad of saliva, spitting it into her intenstines.

[turnboystosows]

My fat ass falls asleep with the window open, the duvet is kicked off me and I’m wearing only a pair of panties @6000lbsandover

The stupid fat tranny who made my life hell had to leave uni. Some date rape incident, I don’t care. What matters is the fat bitch is back, and laid out in front of me. I was just going to steal her shit, but laid here with her fat ass hanging out of her pink panties, what was I supposed to do?

“You look awful fucking pretty for a ‘man’, Imogen.” I laugh as I tear your panties off, scratching your fat thigh. “Do you remember how you told me to get murder raped, bitch? You want me to make this real?”

You squeal and try to fight me off but I’m not the faggy emo boy you used to torment anymore. I straddle, or try to, your fat belly, my hand squeezing your throat.

[turnboystosows]

What if you found out you got your fat fakeboy daughter pregnant

Surprising, but not totally unexpected. I never wear a condom. I need to feel your slick, swollen insides as viscerally as I can, and your hole’s always so hungry for my cum. I swear I can feel your cervix reaching out for me, like a hungry mouth inside of you.

My cock’s already tenting. You’re looking up at me with wet eyes, chest forward because you’re expecting me to belt your bloated tits. Instead I just rustle your hair like I used to when you were a little girl.

“I hope it’s a girl, so I can train her to be a slut just like I did with you.”

[turnboystosows]

Bring your fat fakeboy daughter to work day

I wince as you lower your fat ass onto three chairs in the canteen, hearing the cheap wood creak beneath your huge panty-clad ass. Looking at the binge you have spread before you, I know the seats are going to be wet when you finally lumber your bloated body out of here. My employees stare open-mouthed as you moan while you gorge. Stiff dicks litter your eyeline but you don’t notice. You don’t even notice me taking a photo of you, for the email I’m going to send detailing how fucking your holes is going to be the Christmas bonus this year.