Daddy: "See, baby? Doesn't that feel good? If you were really a boy, you wouldn't be leaking all over his cock."
Me: "Please make him stop, daddy... He's making me feel so dirty..."
Daddy: "Shhhh. It's okay, baby. That's how girls are supposed to feel"
The support group I organized for trans men didn't go as planned after it was infiltrated by a group of horny chasers during our first meet up. Now, our wet dysphoric boypussies are being torn up and abused by real dick
Him: "You want to tell me what's pulsing inside your pretty cunt right now?"
Me: *sobbing* "No..."
Him: "I'll give you a little hint, it's not that dumb plastic crap you try to pass off as a dick. It's a REAL cock shooting cum into your FEMALE womb."
After coming out as trans to my closest friends, they couldn't decide on who would break open my tight, dysphoric, walls first. So they both double stuffed my delusional front full of their throbbing hard cocks, completely ignoring my cries out in pain
"All that testosterone you're poisoning your slutty body with won't erase your pretty pink pussy. You'll always be female. You'll always be our little fucktoy." He whispers softly into my ear as I hungrily fill my fertile front full of his transphobic cock
The scary moment when a family man finds out about the soaking wet hole hidden between your masculine legs, and decides to remind you what your fertile front was made for. Beating it to tears with his strong conservative cock
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I felt so confident after my first dose of T, I decided to throw my binder in the trash before leaving the doctor's office.
My new, masculine, chest must've made all the men jealous, based on how they all ogled over my pecs during my leisurely walk home
This is what it's like being a transgender male. Each step signifies our progression towards manhood. The man signifies our natural instinct to please, to reproduce. And the ending signifies our inevitable defeat, when we finally give in to our instincts
Get Rid of Your Chest Dysphoria with These 3 Easy Steps!
Step 1: Tear up your binders.
Exposure is the first step to acceptance!
Step 2: Oil up your breasts.
Make those girls shine!
Step 3: Drool for the camera!
Go live! Show the REAL men the REAL you!
One deep, hard, womb-battering, thrust for each time I called myself a man. And one big, warm, potent, load fucked deep inside my fertile womb, so I never forget what nature made meβa female; a baby-making whore
Have you ever wondered why there weren't as many delusional cuntboys back in the day? It's because their wet, sensitive, pussies were all filled full of cock before they could even think of being anything other than a horny little cocksleeve
Even with the approval of a psychiatrist, my doctor wasn't convinced that I was a man in a woman's body. So, during the appointment where I was to receive my first dose of T, he and his assistant injected he with their cocks instead
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I was so close to getting away, so close to freedom. But right before my hand reached the door, he pulled me back onto his hard cock. Pounding and stretching my front like it was just another cheap toy. Punishing my fertile hole for trying to escape
I was hiking alone, on an unfamiliar trail, when a strange man stopped me, flashing me his hard shaft and demanding sex. I wanted to run, to find help, but my front twitched with an excitement I've never felt before. It wanted to be abused
The moment I accepted the truth, was the moment I found true happiness as the baby making machine God intended for me to be.
I never needed to be a man, I just needed to be a man's pregnant, fucked out, whore
Doctor: "It seems your prognosis is likely to be a disease known as 'fakeboyism'. Are you familiar with the treatment for this type of ailment?"
Me: "N-no, I'm not..."
Doctor: *inching uncomfortably close* "I'll just need you to spread your legs for me" https://t.co/P0jbuck21r