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wnna be instructed to sit still and behave on the examination table and be cooed at during multiple experiments to gauge my reaction to certain stimuli, inspections, and other procedures really… idk just a really nice doctor that’s super sweet when testing my threshold that they’re almost sadistic but in a saccharine way ofc 😌🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

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Oh how lovely… I do adore sweet well behaved patients… I’m sure you’d be so good for me wouldn’t you? Even if it hurts I promise I’ll praise you through all of it 🖤

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Can you feel how perfectly my cock fits inside your snug little hole, baby? How it slides right in? How right it feels when your hole stretches around my dick?It's like you were put on this planet just to take my cock.

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I want an implant in my womb that can grow and shrink to any size- a device that simulates pregnancy but never has me give birth. It's controlled by someone else so they can make my belly swell like I'm 9 months with triplets and keep me there forever, their permanently pregnant sex doll

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It's so cute how eating pussy is so gentle and feminine. You can't mistake it for anything close to a blowjob or anything masculine. Licking into a sloppy, gaping pink cunt that oozes juices and feels all tingly. Your cunny being so so empty needing much more than the tip of a tongue to plunge inside. It turns you back into the girl you really are with every lick. Ftms can never be men, we're just confused women who crave cock and crave to be sexually transformed into the females we truly are.

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You don’t have to be exceptionally strong or smart to be pregnant. Nor do you have to be brave, tough, educated, or any other superlative. Being bred is the one that thing that all women are guaranteed to be amazing at. Hundreds of thousands of years of evolution have helped ensure that every female living today is perfectly suited for growing and carrying life inside of them.

Regardless of your height, weight, race, or shape, you will make the perfect mother. All it takes is the right man’s seed and your body will do exactly what it’s meant to do, what it craves to do. Rest assured that your hips will widen, breasts will swell larger and fuller and milk, and of course your flat stomach will grow into a beautiful bump, all exactly as much as needed to make your pregnancy end in the successful birth of a fully grown baby. And as your transformation progresses, you’ll grow increasingly confident in, and increasingly proud of, what your new body can do.

Whoever and whatever you were before you were impregnated, nothing will make you prouder than your new title: mother.

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fyi any men/masc people over the age of 21 who are interested in chatting/sexting with me are welcome to message me but keep in mind i may not respond if you are too aggressive or not good at using words erotically. i do not send photos and don't care to receive them. i also log on very infrequently so your best bet is to catch me when i'm reblogging in heat. i can be a good boy or a good girl if we are textually kink compatible

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oh my god, I want like... positive reinforcement detrans.

covertly putting the idea in my head of what a beautiful woman I could be, or what a beautiful woman I am, even if I don't see it yet myself.

praising me for celebrating myself when I wear something that shows off or accentuates my figure or is in a feminine style. giving me compliments so that i dress like that more often.

talking to me about how much better it'd be to let my natal hormones take over and let my body continue to transform into an image of fertility. how good it'll feel to be so in tune with my body and nature.

a girl can dream...

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I want my body my body take so well to pregnancy. It barely takes any tries and my belly grows so beautifully and my tits eagerly start leaking milk. My pregnancy glow is apparent to anyone who sees me, hair growing longer and skin clear.

"See? All that crying about how you didn't want this, but look how much your body does."

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Playing the long game has to be one of the most rewarding things to get up to with a fakeboy. Letting her naturally steer towards detransition and hyperfemininity with gentle encouragement, exerting no pressure at all.

The lack of external force is going to make her overcompensate making her humiliate herself even more until she's reached the point where I want to have her. Showering her with praise once she hits her most desperate state, only for it to be used as a starting reference for future breaking-in.

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Fakeboy that insists that she doesn’t need maternity clothes when she accidentally gets knocked up. She’s uncomfortable all the time, shirts riding up on her rounded belly and showing off to the whole world that she got knocked up, but her pride insists that this is a temporary issue. She even denies when she’s clearly gone up a cup size and her hips have widened, because it will go back down, right? Soon the baby is born and she swears she won’t be stupid enough to do that again and invalidate her ‘identity’.

She gives up by the third pregnancy <3

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spent last night being coached through birthing an egg by an amazing person i'm too nervous to tag lol, but it was definitely one of the best births i've had and i need to share

it was pretty late, so i only incubated the egg for a few minutes- but at one point during incubation i was told to give the smallest push i could, and it felt so intense, i could feel every inch of the egg nestled inside me and yet my push was so small it didn't move at all and only made me more desperate than i already was to start birthing

i was allowed to finally start pushing while laying on my back, but i had to keep a hand over my pussy so i could feel myself push and to keep the egg crowning without coming out. after awhile of pushing i finally felt the egg bulging my pussy, opening me up without being able to go anywhere. i stayed like that for a few minutes before i had to gently push it back inside of me

and then i was told to go on all fours (a position i hadn't even thought of trying before this person mentioned it hehe) i've never felt anything like it. the egg felt so heavy and i felt so full. pushing took so much energy i couldn't even balance on my hands and knees, i had to drop to my elbows leaving my ass in the air. i could feel the egg coming down my birth canal with every push, and eventually i got it to crown. but with the position i was in, the egg wound up slipping back in the second i took a break from pushing. this happened a lot, i probably spent at least a good five minutes crowning and feeling my pussy burn and stretch around the egg as i struggled to birth it

eventually i pushed hard, feeling the egg crowning more thoroughly than before, and for a moment it was stuck at its widest point, keeping my pussy pulled into a tight circle around it, until i managed to push hard again and i birthed the egg with an audible pop as it came out

i was sooo blissed out after it was insane <33

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Play stupid games: win stupid prizes

(Remember the Twenty-Five Loads story? This is the sequel you asked for. TW for ftm breeding, pregnancy, light misgen etc. Always check op tags.)

You’re perched at the edge of the bath, two feet on the ground, doubled over and trembling. In one hand, limply, you hold the pregnancy test you picked up months ago when your visits started, for nothing more than just in case. Buying it had been part of the rush.

Well.

At last, it’s positive.

You’re stuck between so many different and immediate courses of action. Do you text your parents? Phone a clinic? Reach out to a friend? How do you explain? How can you explain? Do you cancel work tomorrow? Take more T again? You had plans tonight - fuck, do you drink? Maybe just calm down and do another test, to be sure?

The thoughts are racing around your head and you start to feel sick. You gulp in air as the truth pounds at your chest: There’s a human growing inside your uterus and you don’t even know whose it is.

It was at that sobering realisation when you finally texted me - of all people. The one who put it there.

Within the hour, you’re at my doorstep. I bundle you into the bedroom, like always.

You’re still trembling. Standing in the middle of the room as I hang your coat up. You’re asking me what to do. It was a game, you didn’t realise your body could actually do that. Even after skipping t. What should you do?

I shush you, quietly, taking a step forward, and lean into your ear.

“Relax darling. Just for now. First, calm.”

I plant a kiss on the soft skin of your neck as my hands gently find their way under your clothes. I run my fingers across your torso, hiding the smirk that curls my mouth between your neck and shoulder: you still leave your binder at home for me. Even in situations like this.

The situation I have been waiting for.

My touch prizes from you a contented, but shaky sigh, and you try not to think of what’s going on inside of you.

You feel my hands at your hips.

I turn you around, and pull you against me in front of the bedroom mirror.

You watch my thumbs draw little circles at your hips - have they started to widen? My lips meet your ear again, enough to muffle the thought.

“I’m so proud of you.”

Your lips tremble. You thought it was a game.

“Oh sweetheart, everything is going to be just fine..”

One hand begins hoisting the front of your t shirt up, exposing your belly. The other hand trails down to your thighs, and into your underwear.

“…I promise..”

You feel my fingertips meet your swelling clit. Circling gently, I drink in the noises you make.

“…you’ve been bred.”

For the first time since the test, you start to feel good. You allow your head to rest back against my shoulder as your pussy throbs.

“Someone’s sperm has taken. That means there’s an egg in you that’s been fertilised by cum, just like you wanted..”

I smear the rapidly increasing wetness from your pussy around between your soft thighs.

“…and it feels good, doesn’t it?”

Slowly, you nod. It does.

“Look at yourself in the mirror.”

You try to focus your gaze on your reflection. My free hand moves to your belly whilst the other continues to work your pussy. Still with gentle force, I cup your lower abdomen, then stroke it.

“You’re going to get bigger here, and wider too, it’s going to feel amazing.”

You bite your lip and let out a moan.

“That’s right, sweetheart. It really is. And these lovely breasts of yours -“

You watch as the warmth of my touch moves to your round, soft chest.

“ - they’re going to grow too. They should start leaking soon, just like they were made to. You’ve made yourself so soft and fertile over these past few months, it was inevitable this would happen after I pumped cum into you. How does it feel to be pregnant at last?”

You take a long look at your delicate body in the mirror. You imagine everything growing. You can see my hand working your pussy - your pregnant pussy - fuck - through the fabric of your now soaked underwear. Your mind is hazy. It does feel good to be bred. The other concerns at the periphery come creeping back.

You say, tenderly, that it feels scary.

“Shhhhhhh, darling. There’s nothing to be afraid of, this is what you were made to do. And we have been working hard to get you there, haven’t we?”

You nod.

“Working so, so hard, like the good girl you are.”

You feel my fingers slip inside you. You gasp, my grip tightens around you, pulling you against me.

“There’s no going back now”

As I talk, I work my fingers in and out of your desperate hole.

“Am I making your little pussy feel nice? How about I go faster? Yeahhh, that’s right, there’s my girl. It’s because you like this so much that we had to get you bred. Taking all that T would have been a waste, I promise. You’ll be back, too, once you’ve pushed this one out you’ll be craving it again before long.”

My fingers are pumping into your pussy now, your belly and tits are still exposed as I clutch you tightly against me in front of the mirror. You imagine the scene three months from now. Six, even. You feel so good you almost drool from the pleasure, barely standing, limp, letting me play with your body, like always.

Except this time, being pregnant - finally, inevitably, pregnant - it adds a whole new layer of warm, shooting pleasure to our session. You want to grow. You’ve been fertilised and you want to get bigger. I’m growling similar encouragement into your ear.

You watch yourself cum, hard, crying and pleading with me as the orgasm wracks your entire body.

I do your trousers up for you, turn you back around, and kiss your forehead and then your belly.

“Feel better?”

In a daze, you nod and smile. So much better, you tell me.

“Any more doubts. Come and see me. I’m just a text away. You’ll be just fine.”

You grab your coat and head out into the world from my apartment, shyly waving me goodbye until next time. Despite the weight growing in your uterus, you feel lighter. You don’t know how you’ll navigate it but it doesn’t matter. You’re bred. You’re pregnant. You’re going to swell and give birth but it’s going to be fine.

It’s what you were made to do.

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I love transboy pussy.

This inescapable, gaping, weeping hole tucked up and hidden between a boys thighs. And just above it a jutting throbbing clit, all puffed up and swollen from testosterone and too much attention. The way it twitches and flicks above that pulsing gash.

All I want is to tie up that clit for hours. Leashing it and pulling that up past his pants. Always controlling him, no matter where we are, by his stupid clit that jutts out pathetically between his legs, his pussy lips swollen and tingling.

I want him grinding against everything he sits down on, acutely aware of that gaping, messy cunt.

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i’m not horny at the moment so everyone else’s horniness is disgusting me like get help for real

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Another late night, and you’re still up, phone clutched in one hand as the other rubs desperately against your aching, dripping cunny. You know you should at least be trying to sleep, but no, you’re too far gone, and you just got another notification.

Another message from a faceless stranger ordering you to rub your swollen clit while he tells you all the awful things he’d do to you. Another stranger sending hypno audios that make your brain go numb. Another stranger threatening to take you by force and turn those fantasies into reality.

The messages keep coming, and you keep rubbing. Letting the ache between your thighs grow until you’re right on the edge, just about to cu — no, not yet. You don’t want the fun to end, do you? The night’s just getting started.

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Take a moment to think about your female anatomy. Each part is designed to encourage and allow for breeding. Your shiny pink clit brings pleasure so you’ll let your pussy be touched and played with. Your vagina starts to loosen and drip when you get turned on, to allow a penis to easily penetrate it. Its walls are designed to stroke a man’s penis and make him cum inside you. When you orgasm, your vaginal walls tighten and your cervix lowers, to milk out a man’s sperm and allow it the best chance for implantation. Past your cervix is your womb, designed over millennia to nurture and protect a fetus. You have eggs inside your ovaries right now, which are just waiting for the hormonal signal that it’s time for them to travel down your fallopian tubes and wait for fertilization. All of this happens whether you like it or not. It is your evolutionary purpose. You were made for this. Look at you, getting wet just thinking about it right now. Who are you to reject biology?