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Trans men are girls
Sometimes I wonder what the world would look like if pregnancy didn't necessarily result in making a person at the end. Say, for example, that there was some special supplement you needed in order to actually grow a baby - but without it, the placenta would still grow just as big as a baby would have.
There are so many girls who barely manage to stop themselves from getting fucked full - each one having to tell herself over and over that she has to be responsible, that she isn't ready to have a baby, that she doesn't have the money, or doesn't have the right partner, or needs to finish school, or or or... And all those excuses would go away. Girls, tell me: do you think you'd still be able to tell a man to pull out if the consequences were only pregnancy and birth?
And as for the men - well. A good man won't knock up just anyone because he cares about the life his children will have, and even a cad will worry about child support. If both of those were gone, what man would even think to do anything other than plant his seed?
Maybe most of all, though, it would change marriages. A man can only feed so many children, but without that constraint, who wouldn't keep his wife swelling over and over again? It would be a symbol of virility, and a sign that you'd kept her happy enough - or compliant enough - to give birth for you every year.
That isn't the world we live in - but it's not so very different, is it? If it weren't for the final consequence, the yearly cycle of a girl conceiving and birthing would be considered as commonplace as the monthly cycle of ovulating and menstruating.
Just another perfectly natural part of having a womb.
Thoughts on condoms and nipple fucking? Leavinfe about half a gallon of cum in each tit in a tied of condom un able to pull it out through your engorged nipple only being able to tug on it and cum your brains out whilst you produce more and more milk, untill the preasure causes the condoms to be luanched by the milky hydrants on your chest
Nipple fucking ask yayyyy!!!
And woagh... never considered that before. Telling some guy to use a condom so he doesn't dump all his cum into my tits and it won't bloat them out any further. Nipple getting fucked open and it's great and then the condom wasn't rolled all the way down so it comes off his cock when he pulled out of my nipple. He just ties the condom off and then he tugs it- I'm keening over the feeling of my nipple almost being forced open by the ridiculous wide circumstances of the cum ballon of a condom.
Him fucking my other nipple with a condom and purposefully sliding it off his cock as he pulls out. Leaving another bloated cum condom in my breast. My tits getting tighter because my breast milk isn't able to spill out. And the hornier I'm getting, the more milk I'm suddenly making. Tugging on the condoms only makes it worse.
Cumming myself dumb when my udders are nearly twice their size with backed up milk and the overfilled condoms get forced out of my nipples. Engorged nipples and fat areola getting spread wider than I've probably ever had them as the milk shoots them out; and I spray heavy thick streams of milk right out of my now even more engorged and sluttier nipples.
Nipples now suddenly trained enough to take cocks a lot bigger then they've ever taken before 💕
fakeboy who has been conditioned so perfectly well that she vocally, adamantly refuses to admit that she's a girl one moment and then she hears the bell and then in moments she's naked and spreading her pussy lips and showing off her oversized clit and saying how sorry she is for being so stupid, that of course she's a girl, and that her place is bouncing on your cock
Rubbing my pussy to the thought of a man raping me painfully. Him shoving his hard thick cock into my dry unprepared pussy in one thrust and raping violently. Me screaming and trying to crawl away as my pussy is stretched and torn but he just holds my hips and keeps raping me, moaning and grunting so I know how good raping me is making his cock feel. Ignoring my screams and pleading and begging because thrusting viciously into my tight unwilling pussy just feels too good. Hearing him groan loudly as his cock pulses hard in my rapehole and spurts cum deep inside me. Him continuing to rape me even after he cums because my cries make his cock throb. Him getting the angle just right and raping my cervix violently while I scream and he moans in ecstacy until he's cumming so hard against my cervix he sees stars. Leaving my pussy bleeding and raped open, hole dripping, and womb full of rape seed and pregnant
health ed class where im the shy girl at the back who blushes, embarrassed when the teacher announces we're doing sex ed in class today.
the first thing he asks for is a volunteer
i normally get picked on for these sorts of things - y'know - given im the one at the back of the class that always tucks her head into her book whenever she's noticed... i do my usual interested-in-book act and hope to go unnoticed.
it fails once again.
against my volunteering-want, i pick myself up - cheeks darkening as I feel the class' attention turn to me as my chair scrapes the floor, my heels dragging as i stand at the front and look across the classroom - seeing how many judgemental pairs of eyes stare at me - today's subject.
"Now that we have someone who has kindly volunteered - will you hop up onto the desk-"
I leaned back and let myself pull my bodyweight up so that I sat with my legs extending from the teacher's desk on the front
"-And pull your skirt up."
the words took a second to resonate before my eyebrows flew up in shock. "S-sorry?"
"Show the class your pussy," he said as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. "we're in a health class and you volunteering yourself - your body - so go on, show the class your pussy."
My throat dries and closes, face draining of colour and yet heating up simultaneously, legs crossing over each other defensively whilst my body seemingly freezes at the overwhelmingness of it all.
I can't talk - my throat hoarse from the shock of it all - and instead the best i can do is shake my head erratically, not willing to oblige. was he joking? was this some example of how if you don't wanna show your body to everyone you shouldn't send pictures?
what sick thing what going on?!
it wasn't a joke though - and seemingly bad was turning to worse at the teacher frowned. "well, you've already volunteered yourself, and if you don't comply with what i tell you to do then there will be consequences, miss."
my body remained frozen in place from the shock of it all. and looking across the classroom, all the other students seemed perfectly okay with what was going on - as if there were some universe where this was normal! And if not neutral to it - some of the body even seemed to have their interests piqued by the idea, leant forwards in their desks as though trying to get closer to the action.
the teacher noticed my lack of movement and took matters into his own hands.
"Jones! Up!"
I looked across the room as my bully - the one that antagonized me for all things stupid and trivial - stood up and came to the front of the class.
"I'm going to lift her skirt up and hold her body to keep her still - i want you to hold her thighs open and pull her panties off."
this time the words clicked faster, and I pushed myself off of my arms to get off of the table and not let myself get undressed in front of the whole class - yet my teacher was faster. his arm wrapped around my body and pulled my back into his chest, his other forearm grasping at the hem of my skirt before yanking it upwards and revealing the upper skin of my thighs and the baby pink panties i'd chosen this morning - things that I hadn't expected nor wanted the class to see
"get-off- mE!" i wriggled under the teacher's hold and yet couldn't escape his grasp - and looking across the class with teary eyes, noone cared to make eye contact with me or help - instead they all made eye contact with the baby pink between my legs, uncaring for the yelps that left my mouth
the only one that looked me in the eyes was Jones. My bully, who hadn't shown kindness since I'd first joined. please, Jones... I'd whispered with a wavering tone to him - holding eye contact as he leaned down, his hands falling on either of my thighs... before he gripped them - hard - and prised them open to give everyone a better view of the pair of panties. and with both his hands occupied, his head fell between my legs as a scream left my mouth, his teeth clenching around the material to pull it away from my pussy and expose the raw flesh that evoked some scattered gasps and wows across the classroom.
"Terry, take my place holding her - everyone gather round-"
My body was grasped by a different set of arms, blubbers falling from my lips as the teacher came to my side and the class left their seats to come closer to my bare pussy - eyes fixated on the exposed mound
"This is what a real pussy looks like - this up here-"
he touched my clit and made my whole body jerk, a cry mixing ang mingling with a moan and making something of a wailing noise that seemed to make someone's trousers tighter
"that is the clitoris. the place that had the most nerves and it a pleasure point on the female anatomy. This set of lips is the labia majora - the other lips - and these inner ones are the labia minora"
i felt utterly degraded feeling him pinch either set of lips, shaking them with his words to emphasise what he said using my body - a trail of dampness following his fingers as he pulled away from my pussy
"and most importantly - this here is the vagina - the hole from which women have periods and babies from - but most importantly - the place which you put cocks, fingers and toys into to pleasure a woman."
"everyone, you may now touch and feel the demonstration."
my whole body jerked as various prods and motions were conceded on my pussy - Jones' hold firm around my thighs and stopping my from squirming or wriggling myself away from all the touch that made tears leak from my eyes
"can i finger her, sir?"
"absolutely, how else would you learn?"
a scream leaves my mouth as a pair of foreign fingers breaches my pussy, twisting and almost patting my inner walls curiously, before pulling away with a trail connecting his fingers to my pussy - fluid dripping between his fingers as the separated the two that had been inside my pussy
"okay, so, our first assignment will be to see how a pussy reacts when stimulated with pleasure"
everyone is given a chance to make me cum.
initially i scream and writhe on the desk whilst I'm instead pinned down, and have my pussy violated with fingers what scissor my walls and prod a sensitive spot until my juices spread over my shaky legs. then it's a tongue that breaches my hole with flicks and thrusts. they gain confidence though - and it's not long before a cock is inserted into my pussy and leaves stains of white over my pussy when he finishes.
my throat becomes so raw i cant speak - my mind a broken scramble and my pussy is so spent and broken that it doesn't even contract in horror anymore. it's completely passive as the orifice is breached over and over until...
"okay, that's good - now, as we still have a bit more time before class finishes... let's have some fun - everyone - find something in your bag or in the classroom to shove in her pussy to see how she reacts."
my mind is still scrambled - yet someone props a book beneath my head so that i can at least see all of the objects that are pushed into my hole - the pupils' cum acting as lubrication that allows the random objects to enter my pussy
a whiteboard pen, markers and other various stationary items enter first - testing the waters before someone tries to push a water bottle up there - then a chair leg that two people need to hold to effectively spear me with the metal rod
"good job today," the teacher bends to say into my ear as the students thank him and leave the classroom whilst im still starfished, energy dead on the desk. "clean yourself up and go the principal's office once you've done that. apparently he could hear all the racket in here and wanted a private meeting with you"
Can't stop thinking about an older woman holding my head in her lap while her husband rapes my fertile little pussy,
She can't have children of her own for whatever reason, so she brought me home, under the pretense of just another one night stand.
Next thing i know I'm on their bed with my head in her lap, too drunk to put up much of a fight. She's holding my ankles so I'm spread nice and wide for her husband to rut into, panting and groaning, using me like im nothing but a toy to get off in, while she coos in my ear about how good im doing, how ill look so cute all swollen with their baby, that ill be the perfect little incubator for them. That i look so good getting stretched out by her husbands big, fat cock.
She reaches down and rubs my neglected clit, eliciting a sound somewhere between a sob and a moan from me, i should hate this, but I'm so fucking wet. I beg them to stop,let me go,slow down, please. She shushs me, rubbing faster while i squirm, on the verge of cumming. My walls clench down on his cock as i get closer, making him fuck into me harder, faster, pushing us both over the edge. He slams his cock painfully hard against my cervix, his hot cum shooting straight up into my waiting womb, my orgasm only serving to milk the last few drops out of him. He pulls out and i feel his cum dripping out of me, which she quickly pushes back in with her fingers, shoving it back up into my fertile womb, making me cry from the humiliation and overstimulation. My sensitive cunt tightening down on her fingers.
This ritual continues for over a month until she gets a positive test, several times a day, leaving me nothing but a fucked out mess, constantly dripping cum and unbearably sensitive. Their perfect little incubator.
She tells me she's always wanted a really big family.
Even a quiet, slow rape can be as big of a turn on as a loud angry one. Let me fuck you while you whine and whisper that it hurts. I want to watch you sob quietly on the end of my cock too. I don't even need to talk to you, I want to grope you and have you freeze and shut down when you see I'm going to take you by force anyway. Just give in and look terrified while I undress you and move you around like a doll
Inspecting its udders like a farm animal, after all I need to make sure they will produce enough milk before making the investment.
Twenty Five Loads
You text me to say you’re feeling dysphoric today. The “come to my place” you get in response leads to what it always does: me fingering your pretty little pussy to make you feel better about it.
Needy whimpers and the desperate sound of squelching fill the room.
Your mind goes blank. Then, suddenly: the fingering stops and a solid, smooth, cylindrical shape is pressed against your swollen clit.
You open your eyes and blearily look down between your thighs. You thought you were just here for a hookup, but the sight of a thick syringe full of cum has you in panic mode. It’s holding so much, easily more than five loads of warm semen.
“relax.”
And now, I’m working the syringe inside you. Your stomach lurches.
You try to whimper and protest but I’ve fucked your pussy open with my fingers so successfully that the syringe slides in easily, the plastic coated in your eager juices.
You let out a high pitched-moan as you feel it push you wide open. The pressure makes you wetter. It feels good.
“Gooood girl.”
Your heart is pounding, from pleasure and fear, knowing that our games have led you to skip more than a few T doses and you’re not on birth control.
I slowly ease the syringe in and out of you. You didn’t know it would come to this so quickly. I growl softly into your ear.
“I have twenty five loads right here, all from various men. They rubbed their dicks to your old pictures. So today, let’s get you knocked up.”
My words hit you like a ton of bricks, you’re so wet you’re practically dripping down the inside of your soft thighs, making my knuckles glisten around the base of the syringe. Silently, I move my thumb onto the plunger.
You feel the object shift deeper into your pussy and then there’s a pressure on your cervix. There’s a dull ache that comes with it, but it only adds to your desperation. Although you’d like to say it’s a shock your body is betraying you like this, it comes as no surprise that you’re so ready to get bred.
“Keep those legs wide open for me.”
My other hand gropes your chest, under your tee shirt. You feel split almost in two by the syringe as I pinch and circle your nipples. You learned to stop wearing a binder during your visits.
You imagine what it’ll be like when your breasts start to swell from pregnancy, unable to hide or bind, and heavy with milk.
The thought brings another bolt of fear but your pussy trembles.
“I think you’re ready.”
Without any further warning, I slam the plunger down with my thumb. The top of the syringe is placed directly against your cervix, where you feel a sudden warm pressure. Twenty five anonymous loads coat your walls and are deposited directly into your womb in one thick, seemingly never ending spurt.
All it takes is my thumb on your aching clit to tip you over the edge. You climax with the syringe still wedged inside you, your contractions drinking up the ropes of semen. You’re shaking, high from orgasm and not fully understanding the next nine months of your life.
I kiss you on the forehead and keep you plugged up with the emptied syringe. I can’t wait to watch you swell.
Having a clit sucker locked on your painfully overstimulated clit under a belt so your Dom can turn it on to correct your behaviour like a shock collar
Clit so over sensitive that every time he turns it on to the highest setting without warning your eyes roll up into your head and you fall to the floor trying desperately to pull your hips away from the assaulting pleasure and pain
Trying to change my tshirt in boys changing room, hiding, facing the wall.
“ey wait, he… she has tits!”
I am turned around, everyone is feeling my tits, pulling down my pants and underwear.
“look at this!” taking my weak girly body, holding me in the air and spreading my legs far apart.
“hah, look at her big clit! what the hell is it?” laughing, roughly rubbing my clit while others are pulling my nipples. I moan.
“heh she likes it” slipping one finger inside. “guys she is so wet she loves it”
“hey everyone stick one finger in” everyone is adding their fingers, my pussy is spreading, they are having fun while I am both screaming and moaning.
They pull out their fingers and a dick enters me instead.
“no please! not raw, I can get pregnant!”
“your fucking problem. you gonna take cum of all. of. us.” I am forced watching cum leaking out of my fertile pussy when he pulls out his cock.
“next one!”
I’m laying in bed imagining having a real man play with my girly body. Obviously the rough correction and degradation is fun, but I would love soft, gentle correction.
I’m imagining a man laying me down on his bed and kissing me, while his hands roam around groping my body. He would tell me that I’m being such a good girl for him, and he would promise that he’s going to fix me, to make me all better. He’d take off my shirt and squeeze my breasts and pinch my nipples. He’d suck on one nipple while he groped my other titty, and then he’d switch sides, back and forth. All the while, promising that he would make me into the best possible girl for him.
Then he’d kiss his way down my body until he got to my pants. He’d pull them down but leave my underwear on. He’d trace his fingers up and down my slit through my panties. He’d talk about how wet my vagina already was for him, and how sensitive my clit was. He’d pull my panties to the side and caress my vulva, not even penetrating me yet. He’d gently slide off my panties and lick up and down my sensitive slit, and lap at my clit until I was writhing under him. He’d then slip his tongue into my soaking wet, but still tight girlhole. He’d dart his tongue in and out, occasionally bringing it up to my clit. Finally he’d latch on to my clit while he gently worked my tight hole open.
Then he’d undress himself and rub his hard cock up and down my wet slit. He’d position the head of his manly penis at the opening of my vagina and just barely press in- the head wouldn’t even be inside yet. He would tell me that this was the moment. He was going to penetrate me. He was going to make me his perfect little girl. He would remind me that once he was inside me, he owned me. With one fluid motion, he would penetrate my vagina with his penis. He would fuck me slowly at first, telling me that I was being such a good girl, and that he was so proud of me for taking his cock so well. He would bend down and suck on my nipples, or play with my clit.
Then he would tell me that the most important part was about to happen. He would push my legs up to my shoulders and pause for a minute, still inside of me. He would tell me that he was about to ejaculate inside of me. He was going to mark me as his own; he was going to seed my womb. He would start fucking me faster and deeper, moaning and telling me how good my vagina felt around his penis. Then he’d push as deep as he could, moan, and release inside of me. He would rub my clit until I came around his cock, then pull out- careful to keep as much of his life giving seed inside of me as he could.
He would lay down next to me and simply say good girl. And I wouldn’t argue.
Imagine an evil wizard transforms a cuntboy into a realistic sex doll with huge jiggly boobs and a tight pussy, trapped in this sexualized, feminized body being used by aggressive incels 🥵
⚠️ Feminization, Misgendering, Forced detrans kink ahead! ⚠️
Today is a scary day for you. As a trans man, finding the right therapist is far more difficult than it is for most people, especially as you weren’t looking for just a new therapist today. You also need someone to write you a top surgery letter. Although you’ve only been on T for 2 months, barely enough to notice anything besides an increased libido and clit growth, your breasts are by far your biggest source of dysphoria. You often wear two binders when you’re going anywhere, and even then, a sizable bump is visible on your chest. You’re hoping they may become easier to bind with hormones, but you already know that you’ll need surgery regardless.
Remind her of the difference between male and female
you could be that submissive "trans man"'s last grindr hookup!! get her on her back and fuck her deep and slow. tell her you know how hard it is for her, desperate to be a sex object but stuck begging men to experiment with her. tell her you think she'd still be a beautiful woman. moan and thrust into her harder. spread her thighs wider and fantasize out loud about how juicy they'd look in a miniskirt. make her feel satisfied, finally treated like a piece of meat. grope her, pull her down by her hips. men on the street will want to do this to her, not just the ones she has to fish for online. its so easy. just be a woman, thats all it takes. cum inside her. tell her later you were imagining what she'll look like in a year off t. enjoy the rush of confusion and relief relaxing her body in your arms, and the delighted noises she makes when she realizes she's still prey