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The bathroom door is unlocked so when I open it, I'm surprised to see someone inside. He's standing there, leaned against the sink. Eyes red and glossy, mouth drooly, speech slurred when he tries to question my presence.

I think I know him; he's like two or three years younger than me. "Hey, kid. Are you okay?" I place my hand on his back to try and steady him. "I'm just really, I think I'm really high."

He's babbly and maybe a little confused. He's so crossfaded right now. He might not be able to get home like this. He's vulnerable and weak in this state and I'm barely tipsy.

The thought of his boycunt makes my mouth water. I reach back and lock the door. He doesn't even notice. He also doesn't protest when I lay my hands on him again. One on his back, the other on his waist so I can turn him to face me.

"Whata you doing?" he asks before my lips collide with his forcing a kiss out of him, my tongue slips into his dry, liquor flavored mouth. He lets out a strangled noise before weakly trying to shove me away. I walk him back to the wall and hold him against it.

My mouth moves hungrily against his. The boy moves his head to pull away from me. I kiss his neck and lick at the soft skin there. I grope his tits and pull his shirt up so I can see them. They're cute, big and soft in my palms and his nipples are pink and soft.

I lean down to suck one into my mouth. He lets out a soft whimper of a noise as I lick at his cute nipple. The other seems neglected and I switch over to it. Another noise escapes him, this one is a little louder. No one will be able to hear anything I do to him over the thumping music. I tug his shirt over his head.

"W-wait, I don't... Leave me alone." My hands are already undoing his pants. Once I can yank them down and see his soaked cunt I smile. "You don't want this?" I question, slipping my hand between his thighs, "Why are you so wet then, sweetie?"

He swallows hard, trying to think of an answer. But he can't think of one before my finger circles his clit. "Yeah, that's it." His head falls forward onto my shoulder.

He's muttering about how he doesn't want me to do this. I doubt that he'll even remember this in a few hours. So, I of course have to use him while I can. I turn his body around and bend him over the sink. Jesus, he's so wet he's dripping and when I line my tip up with his entrance, he tenses up and lets out a choked yell as I shove my cock in his tight hole.

I'm balls deep and he's fluttering around me. "You're so tight. You're a virgin, huh?" The boy whines as I begin to thrust into him. It isn't long before he's moaning loudly and practically drooling into the sink.

"Wait, stop. I-I don't want... Please!" His protests are cut short by a sharp cry before he's cumming all over my cock, shaking from overstimulation. I don't stop ramming his cute pussy, he cums again on my cock, slick gushing down over my shaft.

I slam him hard, snapping my hips sharply. My thrusts become erratic and he starts to cry, babbling incoherent words between wet sobs and the slap of my balls on his cunt. "Yeah, that's right baby. You take my cock so good."

My cock twitches as I fill him with my hot seed. A loud moan erupts from him as he cums hard again. This time he slumps against the sink, letting me rut into him until my balls are empty. When I pull out he sobs.

His legs are essentially useless to him. I tuck my dick in my pants and wipe up his poor pussy. He'll definitely be sore in the morning. Especially after I feed him a few more drinks and take him back to my place.

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Google, how do I join a sex cult that will detransition me and use me as a bitch

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Remember that a feminist set of holes is never beyond saving. If you give them them a cock to service, they will quickly fall into line like they are meant to be. So make sure to help rehabilitate any silly confused feminists you find.

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💙The New Fakeboy Law💙

The gavel struck down.

“Order!” Cried the judge.

The court fell silent, ready for his verdict.

“We have had years of rebuilding our society into what it was meant to be.” He started “women are returning to the home, becoming perfect breeders for there male counterparts”

It was true, new laws that had passed over the last few years meant that misogyny was the new norm, men once again ruled the earth and women where seen as property of there husbands.

“This law will tackle a troublesome groups who has plagued us for to long” a muttering of agreement and approval before another bang of the gavel.

“It is by law; Fakeboys are seen, by this country, as biological cumdumps. Any man can apply for a marriage license and take a fakeboy, without her consent, to be a breeding wife”

Politicians, lawyers, and patrical activists alike broke out into cheers.

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I knew the moment the law passed there’d be no stopping you. My conservative parents had already given their blessing. The authorities arrived at my apartment and served me the papers, an enforced marriage.

I was shoved into the back of a van and whisked off to a processing facility.

I didn’t go quietly , scratching and swearing at the workers as they shaved my body, styled and dyed my hair into perfect blond curls.

Eventually they knocked me out so they could complete the process. Filler injections in my checks and lips to give me a girly look, and the final step a nice set of DD’s. The boob job was hand selected and approved by you.

After a few weeks recovery I was dressed in a see-through, skin tight, chiffon gown and escorted to the marriage centre.

I was still stubborn, refusing to say the scripted submissive vows, but it didn’t matter anyway. I was already your wife from the moment your marriage license was approved.

My parents sat in the front row, my mother tearing up as she commented on how womanly I look.

The ceremony was quick. After I was handed a small bag which contained a pill dispenser full of fertility supplements and a small purse of make up.

Then you drove us to our new home.

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I put up a fight on the first night. The moment we walked through the door you had reached around me from behind to grope my newly enlarged breasts. You knew my tits had been my biggest insecurity, it’s why you chose to have even bigger ones installed before the wedding. I pushed you away.

With a tut you easily pushed me toward the couch, pressing me down face first, pussy up. You ripped away the sheer fabric of my wedding dress. It was almost too easy for you to hold me down as I struggled against you.

I gasped as your long, thick cock slid into my pussy. Hearing you moan out behind me before grunting and grabbing hold of my hips. Your balls pressed all the way up against my cunt, completely burying your member inside.

You made sure our marriage was well and truly consummated. Hours of breeding, my protests turning into pathetic whimpers as you pumped load after load into my womb.

In the morning I awoke, my pussy clenching from a night of fucking. I gasp quietly as I realise your cock is still buried inside me, keeping last nights cum plugged up in my womb.

I hear you sigh behind me, slowly waking up and rolling your hips a little. I reach down between us to rub my sensitive wet cunt. You sit up a little from the bed.

Reaching over you grab the bag from our wedding that was set on the bedside table. You pull one of the fertility pills out and push it against my lips.

“I’m pretty sure your good and bred after one night, but we may as well keep up on these pills so I can keep breeding you for as long as possible”

You push it into my mouth and cover my face until I’m forced to swallow. You chuckle and slowly start pumping your dick into me again “there we go be a good breeding wife for me”

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7 months pass.

You’re throwing a house party for all your friends and co workers, to celebrate another law passing. Removing a women’s rights to be single past the age of 24.

I open my wardrobe to get dressed, your morning load leaking down my leg still. Inside my clothes consist of pretty pink dresses with holes in them that you cut to expose my breasts, lingerie covered in cute flowers and bows, and a collection of bright pink short skirts.

I pull out the revealing, pink, girly dress you picked out last night ready for today. Pulling it over my head and down over my pregnant belly.

I glare at my reflection in the mirror. my curvy baby bump poking through the dress, hair long and blond now, and my large swelling breasts looking extra perky now that I’m pregnant.

I walk into the kitchen and begin finishing up preparing the dishes for today. You walk in with a beer already on hand, followed by 3 of your old collage friends.

“Here she is” you say coming up behind me and slapping my ass. I glare back at you.

You chuckle before reaching around me to wrap your hands around my pregnant belly and turning me to face your friends

“still fiery this one, but once we’ve popped out baby number 1 I’m sure she’ll get use to it”

Your friends laugh, your hand wonder up my body and give my tits a quick squeeze before you head back into the lounge.

I finish up the final plate of sandwiches and head in after you.

Men gather around, holding plates of food, beers, chatting and laughing. Some have their wives stood next to them, laughing quietly to every joke, others have their women kneeling on the floor next to them.

There must at least be 60% of the women here with pregnant belly’s.

I find you on the couch and kneel next to you silently.

“Dear, that’s no way to put on a show for our guests, come up here” you say with a smirk as you pat your crotch.

I look around the room, women and men alike staring at us. “No” I say quietly.

“Excuse me?” You say in a low intimidating voice. Before I can back away you pull me up by my arm, spin me around and yank off my dress, exposing my pregnant naked body. I cry, humiliated as people start to chuckle and gossip in there groups.

You untuck your member from your suit trousers and slowly pull me down onto your full length. There I stay, naked and whimpering on your cock. You ignore me, only occasionally rolling your hips as you continue conversation with your guests.

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2 months later

The doctor opens the door to our bedroom.

“It’s a strong baby boy sir” he states proudly.

You are in deep conversation on the phone and signal him to be quiet for a moment

“We’ll get those reports to me Monday, I have to deal with something now” I hear you say before hanging up. You clap the doctor on the back before entering the room.

“A son! I’m sure he will take after me” you cheer loudly. I lay on the bed, legs still spread, my pussy stretched from the birth. Our son resting against my breasts.

You sit on the edge of the bed reaching over to rub my sore pussy.

“Get some rest, I’ll go talk to the doctor about when I can pump our next child into this womb” you smirk

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NSFW Library 💕

Welcome to my long from writing collection, all stories as originals by me

💜The New Truck Stop Toilet💜

Includes: Detrans, Public bathrooms, pimping, bondage, CnC, Freeuse

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💙The New Fakeboy Law💙

Includes: Misogyny, detrans, breeding, CnC, public use

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🩵My New Work Arrangements🩵

Includes: Detrans, CnC, Gangbangs, Vaginal sex

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Fakeboys who get picked up by straight married men: You're a place to dump his load because you're the easiest pussy in the world. And you're just as ashamed as he is for it. For moaning like a bitch in heat when you're treated like a woman beneath him.

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Your husband sat you down at the table and took out some papers. "Since we started dating, I have been slowly reshaping you to be the women I want you to be. So, let's go over what I accomplished."

He takes out the first page called appearance. And he starts going down the list.

1. All of your pants and shorts are gone. Only dresses and skirts. More and more of them vintage outfits.

2. No more ugly underwear. All you have is pretty lingerie. And far more of it.

3. Your makeup is always done. And you are better at it.

4. Your hair is styled the way he likes it.

5. Using corsets he has been encouraging waist training for you. And it shows.

6. Your workout routine has been improving your ass and legs. Along with your flexibility.

7. Posture training has improved your posture.

8. The dance classes have made your movements more fluid.

"We still have a little more to do, but this is coming along nicely." He puts a gold star on your progress report. And takes a pretty princess one and puts it on your forehead.

The next sheet says Behaviors.

1. Speaking softly. Your loudness and brashness has gone away.

2. Language. You have stopped swearing. And you are using smaller words.

3. Being submissive. You obey so much better than our first date. You are an eager little good girl now.

4. Being demure in public. Now you refer all questions to me. You understand that at a party you are to be pretty, quiet, and only discuss silly things with your girlfriends.

5. Being an excellent hostess. The cooking classes did wonders. As did the etiquette classes.

He gives you another gold star on your chart. Then, he puts a good girl sticker on your cheek.

The last sheet says Fuck Toy.

1. You have accepted and learned you enjoy being free use to me.

2. Training you to get aroused just by doing housework has been working. Bending you over, and fucking you while vacuuming, I found you to be very wet.

3. Understanding that my pleasure comes first. You have made huge strides here. And clearly learned you are happier pleasing than being pleased.

4. Being pretty for me. You dress for my approval now and are so much happier.

5. You cocksucking skills are better. You still need to deep throat better.

6. You are now always prepared for anal. A major improvement.

A silver star joins the gold star. "I would ask if you have any thoughts, but we both know they would be silly."

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Cuntboys are lying sluts.

Every cuntboy dreams of having her binder ripped off and shoved down her throat. Every time you bend over you long for me to clock you and rape you on the spot. Every one of you is desperate to soak your girly panties, pretending to be a boy in front of our friends while my cum leaks down your legs.

Out yourself little whore. We all know you're only doing this for the attention. We all know you just want to be exposed and punished. Go to work without your binder one time and see how long it takes for you to be bent over and railed, punished for being such a lying cunt.

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Fuckkkkk one of the fucked up things of being a fakeboy is that sometimes you just find yourself thinking about how much you wish you had much bigger tits, making sure they were visible even through your binder. Because then people would be able to see past your shifty facade and see you for what you truly are: female

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It just looks so right when a tgirls cock slams into a cunt. Watching it clamp around a superior girls cock as she hits the fuck toys cervix with her bitchbreaker.

The only thing better is a cunt with tgirl cum dripping out of it <3

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"T"4"T"

Daisy and Victor had been going out for a little while, but had never slept together. Victor was nervous about losing his virginity, and Daisy was too shy to make the first move. Dysphoria made sex more complicated too, especially since neither of them were on HRT, but with another trans person it would be easier, right?

For their next date, they cuddled on Daisy's bed while watching a movie. They sat there together, his arm around her, her head resting on his shoulder. Both not really paying attention to the movie, but instead thinking about what might happen next. He brought a hand up to her jaw and gently pulled her in to face him. They leaned in for a kiss, shy but hungry.

As their lips moved against each other, Victor experimentally moved a hand to her thigh. His forearm grazed against Daisy's erection through her skirt and she gasped slightly against his mouth. He was taken aback, her cock was so big... He couldn't help but move his hand over to her bulge. He felt up her cock through the fabric, trying to hold back from his mouth watering.

She slipped a hand between his thighs to return the gesture, rubbing his clit through his pants. He panted and she went a little harder, eliciting a high pitched groan from him. He was clearly embarrassed, turning red and laughing awkwardly, but the sound went straight to Daisy's dick.

It was like a switch went off in her brain. She had to have him now. She put her hands on his binded chest and pushed him backwards, then grabbed his wrists and held them above his head. "...Daisy?" He said nervously. His innocent eyes gazed up at her, face beat red.

She had only been a submissive bottom in the past, and had assumed that would continue with Victor, but looking at him now she knew what she had to do. "I need you" she growled. She was surprised by how deep her voice sounded saying that, but she was too hard to stop. She tore his pants and boxers off ravenously. He squeeked in surprise but made no moves to stop her, either because of the shock or because he had been wanting this too.

She looked down at his exposed wide hips, big soft thighs, and twitching pussy. She felt like she was really seeing him for the first time, and he looked fucking delicious. She pushed his thighs up and brought his ankles up onto her shoulders as he gasped, still just staring at her in dumbfounded lust.

She hurriedly lifted up her skirt pulled her thick cock out of her cute lacy panties and stroked herself with lube from the bedside drawer. "W-What are you doing?" He stammered. But she couldn't answer, she just groaned as she pushed her cock head into his warm, inviting cunt. His breath hitched. She plunged in further, thrusting in balls deep. His head rolled back and he let out an involuntary high pitched moan.

"Daddy!" He screamed.

His face dropped with shock. "I-I'm so sorry! I don't know why I said that!" He began to explain, but then he saw her face looming over him. Eyes wide, pupils blown, lips pursed, practically drooling.

"Good girl."

He furiously pounded his big, male cock into her dripping, female pussy. All of their voice training disappeared as he let out deep grunts and she moaned shrilly. He pulled her shirt off and tore off her binder with reckless abandon, ripping it down the front. He saw her massive tits for the first time and oggled them pervertedly, watching them bounce with each thrust.

She pulled his dress up off of him and gazed at his flat chest, manly hair beginning to grow despite constant shaving. Her eyes then moved to his arms, accentuated with lean muscle that he had developed without even trying, just from the natural testosterone in his body. She knew that he was stronger than her, and that she couldn't stop him from pounding her even if she tried. The thought made her pussy clench around him.

He had one hand on her breast and one on her clit, watching her squirm and moan as he used her cunt to chase his pleasure. She just kept her hands above her obediently, watching her deflowering. With a deep moan he emptied his balls deep inside her, making her come shortly after and accept his fertile cum inside her unprotected womb.

With their costumes removed, they became what they were always meant to be: a man and a woman breeding.

Damien and Violet. 💙🩷

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When you start the night, the boys tell you that your tight dress makes your tits and ass look good, so you giggle like a dumb airhead and thank them.

As the night goes on, they grab handfuls of your tits and tell you to bounce them for the boys, so you happily lift up your arms and jiggle your udders in front of all the boys as they get even more misogynistic towards you, soaking your pussy.

They shout for you to bend over, and take turns slapping your ass as it wobbles like jelly, some of them groping your wet cunt afterwards, and afterwards, they shoved their cocks into all your holes, pumping you full of their strong, misogynist cum.

You finish off the night by kneeling obediently for any Man who needs to piss out their beer, your mouth getting filled with piss and cocks, some of the boys even grabbing your ass and pumping it full of their piss.

After a faceslap goodbye, it's over, and you're hornier, and more misogynistic than ever before.

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There should be a law stating that all cuntboys are required to wear pussy pumps 24/7. If you reject that wet hole between your legs, you don’t get to use it. The pump stays on until the cuntboy is horny, sore, wet, and desperate enough to admit he has a pussy and that his pussy makes him a girl.

Only then will the pump be removed and the cuntboy will begin her real training, kicked off by 12 hours strapped down, while real men fuck her puffy, red girly cunt and remind her of her place.

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Should be a rule, that whenever someone jerks off and cums to a female, they get virtually filled up with that same cum.

I mean, at first I wouldn’t think much of it. I wake up with stickiness in my underwear, but it’s probably just discharge. I don’t worry about it, but over the weeks, I keep waking up with more and more leaking out of me. I get paranoid that someone is doing something while I’m sleeping, so I lock all my doors tight. But it continues.

It goes on for months and months, my work and relaxation constantly interrupted with the need to change my pants and clean the excess cum dripping down my legs. I’m more often feeling nauseous and gaining a bit of weight, and then I realize at around three or four months… I have an undeniable baby bump. I freak out, go to the doctor, and they tell me that I’m indeed pregnant, however I’m far past the point for an abortion. There’s nothing I can do. I’m going to be a mommy.