#for one without the other effects of testosterone and like. IS there a way I could get that with lesser other effects? probably!

[chipjrwibignaturals]

god i wish trans healthcare was just like. a fuckin casual thing. i wish i could go to my doc and be like ‘hey this is the result i want: what hormones & methods would be best to achieve it’ or even just like. ‘hey i wanna try this’. i wish that level of comfort on the topic and respect for bodily autonomy was just a thing instead of having to go so far in depth into diagnosis and full social transition and all that just to get Proper Medical Advice And Treatment

[unb1nding-t-b0y]

Hey trans girls! I love that y'all like estrogen so much better! I love that you like your transition and feel so much more free and fulfilled without the effects of Testosterone. That's great!!! However can we stop with the omg testosterone is evil talk??? Please? Cuz if you wanna go there I can. I could rant for hours about "why would ANYONE want girlmones???" and id have a mile long list of all the ways it made me feel shitty. However I keep that shit to myself because I understand that not everyones experience is mine. There's no excuse for the way so many trans women have torn down and insulted the gender affirming care that FINALLY made ME comfortable in MY skin. You don't get it and that's fine but save it I don't need to hear it everytime I go out and hang out with other trannies. Seriously Everytime I've gone to hangout with a group of mostly trans girls one of you can't resist insulting me and my transition and it's not fucking ok.

[broooooo]

Taken by the musk

it was like any other day for coach hunter, a tall muscular man, tough, a leader, he coaches the football team, in his own way,

Transforming other guys into jocks is what he does, big, muscular, dumb, horny football jocks. He could never get enough of it, he loves the controll he has, turning likewise audinary guys, or nerds into a perfect image of a jock

His latest victim was Aaron, a average guy, almost 6 foot, not too skinny or anything, he never was great on anything, except art, though if you had asked him he wouldn't say he was all that good, he wasn't popular or nerdy, he was just kinda there,

And coach wanted to fix that,

he prepared his ritual and the secret hypnotic video , everything., he called Aaron in later that day, to discuss his attendance, or lack there off in pe class.

When Aaron arrived he sat down and listened to coach hunter talk, it was mostly a normal convosation, but unbenounced to Aaron was the hypnotic audio in the background, and a smell in the air, soon enough his eyes glazed over and he just kinda sat there , drooling.

Coach smiled and told Aaron he will be safe. He knows it , I orders Aaron to stand up and go over to the TV, where a spiral and images of jocks were flashing, he did as told and stood there

coach watches on as aarons muscles bulge and rid the confines of his clothes ,and grow bigger, thicker, abs rock hard, tree trunk legs, a chest that would make any women jealous, a sharp jaw with a drag guy beerd, a cocky alpha grin, dumb cocky glassy eyes, a hair style with shaved sides and sharp edges , armpits , feet and cock start to excude a potent stench, of sweat, testosterone, dirt,a manly, almost suffercating smell , like he wore the same clothes to the gym without showering for months, his body dripping sweat, glistening wet, such a strong smell it can get others addicted, even warp their mind. His bulging mass of a body and rock hard leaking 12 in cock, slowly gets wrapped in a tight football kit,soaked in his sweat, anyone who wore his jersey would never be the same, the jearsey tight to his frame, a yellowed stained cumy,jock strap tight and his cock inside filling it up with pre cum , and the pleasure grew and grew untill he cummed, , tight lycra football pants and pads hugy legs and tightened, making his tight jock ass pop, , his feet, sweaty and musky get football cleats surrounding them, tight, worn, yellowed, the stench inside could nock someone out.. he stand there a hulking, sweaty, dumb, horny football jock , Aaron.

Coach was so enamerd by what he saw, from his own knowledge, the jock transformation doesn't just follow. Set guideline for how the jock should turn out, usually it's based on the personality, dreams and wishes of the one being transformed, most nerds come out very basic, there tall, muscular, and bad suffer from fragile masculinity, and can be rude to others, popular guys who are transformed are usually very big, brauny, golden retriever like, dumb, happy, there a friend to all, and still kill it on the field

He wondered, what was I like. To end up becoming so big, muscular.. sweaty manly.., it makes him think.. did he want this all along?

Aarons transformation is the strongest a guy has ever taken to the effects, he was perfect...but at the same time, hulking.and sweaty , not that jocks don't get sweaty, but this was different. coach ponders the thought, most guys turn out different because there's pushback during it, a inner soldier trying to fight the transformation, but too him, Aarons happened relatively fast, and for this outcome, he was truly speechless.

The stench was over whelming, it was ripe, strong, coaches dick was hard, he was standing close to Aaron

Too close. , he couldn't move.. he was

Inches away from Aaron's chest, he tried to move, but the smell was so strong.. so addicting , he wanted more.

No

He needed more, coachs eyes were glazing over as Aaron looked at him..

"you like the smell.. don't you brah.. * he said in a deep masculine Voice.

*well let me help you help brah"

To coach hunters horror Aaron takes off his jersey, sweaty and ripe , yellowed in the armpits, and he threw it on coach,

Coaches dick became erratic, throbbing, leaking, , it was almost painfull to bare the feeling of it being trapped in his pants,.

Coach hunters mind goes bank,.all he could think about is the stench Aaron's stench.. no.. his stench?

Hunters body started to excude a similar smell, the transformation already underway.. the jearsey melts and forms onto hunters body as his muscles deform and lessen, his height lowering form 6.6 to 5.11, his muscles soften , but are still large, his dick once at 12 inches lessens down to a average 6 inches .. his hair was growing in, thick , a pretty boy hair cut, his jaw wasn't all that sharp but wasn't too soft.. his body was leaking sweat, a strong stench. Like Aaron was, he wanted it. He needed it.. he wanted to be a jock.. no he needed to be a jock... He needed to be just like Aaron..

A football kit forms on the now regular hunters body. Tight, but could use some filling out, he wasn't week by any measure, but wasn't a pro in any capacity..

A jock strap and pants form as cleats form too, all look relatively new, besides the foul stench and sweat dripping from them,

Aaron grins dumbly seeing all of it, he's jacking off in the corner, smelling his stent as he watches

Hunter looked more like Aaron did before his transformation.. the side effect of the transformation, since coach hunter wasa man who transformed others for his own gain, even though he was a former NFL player and a big muscular man even in his older age, he prayed on younger guy, as if he was living through the guys being transformed...as if he wished he had that happen to him, or wa she insecure about something in his youth? Either way.

There hunter stood, a sweaty young man,.he was awkward around ppl and had his secret quirks and kinks, in an attempt to be more like the other jocks, he stopped showering and washing his clothes.. although it's not always been the greatest idea, and most of the guys are fine with it, whist anyone else is repulsed by the stench.

Hunter wished to play football so I asked his coach.. jason. Hunter paused confused for a moment ,but snapped back once his dick.cummed in his jock strap from all the pleasure, . Yeah.., he said, coach Jason Is my , our coach, what ever was he thinking being confused .

His glassy eyes look over to Aaron, whos grinding and flexing in a mirror

Hunter stands there, awkward,. jealous.. his checks flushed red, his heart beet quick , he wanted to be like me.. he wanted it so badly.. it's why he joined the team , to fulfil his dream of becoming a jock

Aaron turned around as patted hunter on the back, he already forgot what had just happened after he was flexing and jacking off

Hunter blushes trying to hide it,. fighting the urge to kiss Aaron

He and Aaron walked off to the locker room to get changed and clean up...like always

Just two jocks on the same team, like it always was..

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[hyenaspots]

Monthly Quota

[Gaz x Male Reader]

After a very long time (one year) working on this fic, with the help of two very good friends, I've finally got this out! I'm so happy to be able to finish it and throw it into the wind. God knows I've worked hard on it and it has given me some back pain.

Fem & Minors DNI

¡¡¡ Content Warning !!!

Piss, afab genitalia and language, could be considered dubcon, but it's very enthusiastic from all sides; thigh fucking, and a very mean and socially stunted Ghost

Thank you to @embry-garrick-ravengard and @thegnomelord for their help and ideas! Without them I would've probably scrapped the fic.

Word count: 5.7k

The effects of Gaz’s monthly testosterone shots were stronger than he’d ever heard anyone else complain about. By the first day, he was usually sweating. His skin was hypersensitive, every small drop crawling down his back as he did his laps unbearable. Each hot flash felt like a heatwave. The second day would bring hunger spikes. An indescribable ache deep in his very core that could be decently sated with some cafeteria food, or in worst case scenario, a meal from whatever local food chain he could guilt the captain into taking him to.

The third day is when his rationality leaves his body.

It’s like every other side effect travels down his body and gathers into the base of his dick, leaving his clit aching. The hypersensitivity spreads across his t-dick, keeping it hard and swollen enough to stick lewdly out of his hood. The head is dark from arousal. He’s wet too, soaking with it. His inner thighs and its wiry hairs are damp, as are the curls covering his fat lips. It drips down his ass as he lays facing the ceiling, groaning at the way that not even slotting his dick between his index and middle fingers can’t seem to satisfy the deep ache of his cock. He can see the way it throbs, how it sluggishly bobs up and down despite it barely reaching an inch and a half in size. The ache is the worst part of it all. A deep, insatiable ache that jerking off and even fingering couldn’t satisfy. He’d considered a dildo, but the risk of getting caught with it stored somewhere was too embarrassing. And he wasn’t big enough for a fleshlight, so no point in wasting money on one.

It's the desperation that drives him insane, the ache of his wrist locking up and cramping that drives him to pull his trousers back on without any underwear to prevent an unfortunate stain in the strangely delicate material. It’s what drives him to put his boots back on, haphazardly tying the laces and knowing he’ll be stepping on them soon enough.

He's feeling ballsy, treading through the deserted hallways of the base. Usually there’d be more noise than this. Not a crazy amount but everyone knew that when higher-ups were cozy at home and Staff Sergeants were holed up in their private rooms, the rest of the base would have their own little secrets behind closed doors. Gambling was common, sometimes done in broad daylight if bets were harmless enough. Barrack bunnies, too, were harmless enough. The occasional Warrant Officer or Lieutenant could even be tempted by such temptations before the eyes of lower officers and rookies. But today, the base was dark and silent. You could hear a pin drop from two hallways over. He was perhaps feeling self-destructive, maybe the testosterone fuelled sex drive made him so. Nobody dared leave their assigned barracks when higher-ranked officers were pulled from the comfort of their homes to be caged within prison-like beige walls.

It's stupidity, Gaz knows. He’s left his rational thinking back in his private room, taking no heed of the warning signs his brain was sending him of the silence suffocating the halls. He can see the once-abandoned rooms already, with their matching red, faded door frames standing out from their beige neighbours. Distantly, he remembers seeing people leave on the rare occasions he’d go past. And he remembers catching Soap leaving once, mohawk messy and face glowing a soft pink. The wink he’d sent his way had had Gaz furrowing his brow in distaste. On each of the doors themselves, a moon and sun are carved respectively. Innocent enough, compared to what they actually stood for. He wraps his hand around the broken handle and pushes. The brass nearly comes off in his hand, from the forcefulness of his grasp and the heavy-handed push he gives it to soften the rusty hinges.

The carpeted floor is worn down. Pale in a way that only constant use and then sudden abandonment can make look. There’s debris scattered around the room, in the space where furniture and broken pieces of training equipment don’t cover. Gaz can see, with the help of the moonlight refracted through the broken smoke-stained window, patches in the floor where the larger items in the room have scuffed and ripped out carpet. Most of the room is hidden from sight by these larger structures. He’s forced to map his way across, staking out the small space carefully just to avoid causing a ruckus. As he walks past, there’s obvious reasons why this space hasn’t been used for so long. A low-hanging beam nearly knocks his head off; a particularly scruffy piece of carpet nearly sends him stumbling when it catches on boot’s toe. He’s careful though, lest he scare off whatever barrack bunny or brave soldier is manning the hole tonight. If there is one. If.

It would feel silly, stupid even, if he’d been any less horny than he’d been maybe 10 minutes ago. But even now, after he’s had plenty of time to feel the iciness of the halls, his dick remains hard just beneath his trousers. He can feel the damp fabric now, as he stands in front of the not quite circular hole carved into the wall. At least it’s been sanded down, he thinks. Or not quite thinks, just a remark made to himself by some part of his brain that is trying to keep some resemblance of normalcy despite the absolutely stupid observation. His hands shake but he's not entirely sure if it’s from the reasonable anxiety of being caught, or the depraved way that he wishes he would be caught mid-act. He knocks on the wall. It’s shaky, like a stutter caught halfway through a sentence. He presses his forehead against the wall, heated skin soothed slightly by the cool surface. He bites down on his lower lip, eyes shut tight as his snaggletooth digs into the soft plush flesh. Anyone brave enough to come down to the other room, to service another person, is less brave and more suicidal. The risk is so high, the logic so far out the window. And he knows he’s just as reckless, waiting desperately for a hand to welcome him that shouldn’t be there. He whimpers when a minute passes and it seems there’s nobody there.

A hand reaches out before he can move away. It cups his front gently, the skin hidden by a dark brown glove. The gasp that leaves his lips is hoarse, he felt a drop of moisture clinging on his eyelashes. His hands shake as he fumbles with his trousers’ buttons, rash and hurried in the way he flings them open to let the fabric pool at his feet, heedless of the now broken zipper and ripped off button. There isn’t a single second of hesitation, not a single moment of wondering whether or not the person on the other side would be willing to serve him. He doesn’t think, just presses the sharp jut of his hip bones flush against the wall, letting his mound and dick disappear into the hole. His arms rest tensely by either side of his head, shoulder width apart and flexed with the effort to not whimper out loud as the hand comes back up to trace the curve of Gaz’s mound. The hand moves gently through the thick bush of hair, moving further down at a taunting pace to dig gently and tease the hood of his cock, making Gaz rumble out a groan straight from his wildly beating heart. It’s cut off by a whine when the hand retreats. There’s a muffled shushing sound on the other side. And it’s true, he should be quieter. Especially tonight that any little sound can land either of them in hellish-levels of reprobation. But the touch feels so good, and Gaz is so damn desperate that when he feels a warm pair of lips wrap carefully around the head of his t-dick, he has to slap a hand over his mouth. Even so, the little cry he lets out is loud, despite being muffled by his own hand. He feels a soft stubble brush against the hypersensitive skin of his mound, ghosting over a tiny part of his inner thighs.

The suction of your mouth is heavenly around the head. A warm, tight heat wrapping around the sensitive organ and drawing more blood into its surface. It’s borderline painful when you suck more and more of his dick into your mouth, dropping your mouth open and letting your tongue loll out so Gaz rubs the sensitive head against the rough surface of your tongue. Gaz’s thighs ache. The soft muscles of his thighs tense and relax to the beat of his heartbeat, to each throb of his t-dick. The muscles jiggle as he adjusts his stance, spreading his legs to give you more purchase. You take it in stride, lapping at his wet cunt with eager skill. You lick all the way from his perineum to the base of his dick, running your tongue through the soft curls framing the swollen inner folds dripping with slick and precum. And as you reach his dick again, you let your upper teeth graze the sensitive bundle of nerves, relishing in the accompanying muffled yell.

The pleasure is dizzying. It’s like he can’t get enough air into his lungs, chest rapidly expanding and contracting as he pants and moans as quietly as he can. He’s got his hand against his mouth, palm fully covering it to muffle his sounds to the best of his ability. His face is turned to the side with his cheek pressed against the cold wall.

It’s like you can’t get enough. He can feel the way you get more and more desperate, bringing your hand back up again just to tentatively sink a finger in his wet cunt. Gaz cries out, throwing his head back. His hand slaps against the wall, stabilising him as his knees buckle under him. A small strand of drool slips from the corner of his lips as he pants and whines, his hips slapping against the wall with small thrusts. Your mouth joins your finger, wrapping around his dick again and suckling on it. A constant, gentle suction that brings tears to his eyes. The wet sounds of your single finger slowly rocking in and out, crooking inside him and rubbing against his silky walls, while your tongue traces the slight edge of his head drive him insane. Your nose is pressed flush against his mound, and he can feel how heavily you’re breathing. You’re essentially sniffing him with every inhale, although you don’t seem to really mind his heavy, musky scent. He tastes so good, each taste bud sending sharp signals to your brain, encouraging you to taste more and more of him.

You’re both so lost in the pleasure, that the creak of the door opening is completely lost on you both. And so are the footsteps that follow, and then the sound of the door clicking shut. The footsteps are light as paper, so in a way, neither of you can really be blamed for missing it. The click of the door, though, is a clear warning, the owner of the hand wrapped around the knob hidden expertly behind the shadows of the room’s furniture. He makes no move to muffle the sound of it, the sound ringing throughout the room. But even so, neither of you hear it over the sighs of Gaz’s pleasure.

It isn’t until a pale hand slaps down over Gaz’s mouth that the poor man realises that maybe it hadn’t been as quiet as he thought.

He tries pulling away at first, arms scrambling to slap and push at the body behind him. It’s cut short by a thick, scarred arm wrapping around his arms and midsection; rendering them useless by his sides without much effort. His hips buck back as his body pushes against the body behind him, until-

“Settle down, Sergeant,” the voice is rough, louder than a whisper from the sheer inability to go any quieter, “thought I heard your boots down my hall.”

At the sound of scrambling on the other side, his boot slams down onto the wall right below the hole. It makes you yelp, and your hands slam against the wall to give you the leverage to push off of it. There’s the sound of snapping, before the chain around your neck falls off to hang from the lower curve of the hole. There’s only a moment of hesitation before you stand up on shaky legs to run to your room’s door. However, as you push and turn the handle of the door, the door itself does not budge or even rock with each of your shoves and slams against it.

“Shit-!” You kick the door, before slumping to sit down against it. Effectively trapped. Looking over your shoulder at the handle, you notice a keyhole in the metal just below the handle and groan. So caught up in sucking off the pretty sergeant that you never heard Ghost locking the room from outside the door. And not only that, you were stupid enough to let your dog tags get caught beneath the Lieutenant’s sole, now trapped on the other side of the wall, where you can’t reach. The chain had slid into the other side too, so there was no hope of trying to paw it out of the lieutenant’s reach. You watch as the chain begins to slide and fall into the otherside fully, the sound of the sole of Ghost’s combat boot scraping down the wall sending your heart pounding. In fear? For sure. But also in mind numbing arousal. Your cock still hasn’t flagged and you’re grateful that neither of them can see that.

Gaz has stopped struggling by now. Too dizzy in the feeling of the Lieutenant’s grip on him even as fear pumps heavily from his chest into his limbs. His dick twitches traitorously against the cold air of the room, and he squeezes his eyes shut at the feeling of wetness collecting right below his hood just for it to drip loudly against the floor. The lieutenant curls over Gaz’s heaving body, letting his chest rest on Gaz’s broad back. A chuckle reverates, seems to echo in Gaz’s chest, and he moans into the hand keeping him muffled.

“Thought you were smarter than this, Sergeant.” The arm wrapped around his limbs falls away, dragging down his pretty, dark chest just to let his fingers catch on the tip of Gaz’s left nip. “Coming here when you know us higher-ups are just looking for an excuse to berate any soldier caught red-handed where he shouldn’t be. And yet here you are, handing me the opportunity on a silver platter.” The tips of his fingers trace around his darkened areola, flicking the hard nub for a second before the rough digits pinch it. Seeing that Gaz has calmed down, his other hand moves away from his mouth, hovering above it just in case Gaz tries to shout again.

“Lieutenant-” Gaz gasps, arms shooting up to rest against the wall. Holding himself up by his forearms.

“I know it’s obvious, but let me remind you, Sergeant. Be quiet.” The hand on Gaz’s chest is rough, fingers pinching and groping in a way that leaves him gasping wetly. “Any other person wouldn’t be as nice as I am now.”

His free hand presses against his navel, making Gaz yelp. He bites his lip, teeth sinking into the fat there to muffle the sound of his desperation. He can feel the way Ghost’s fingers course through his curly hair, moving further down to curl around the thick bush framing his cunt. He’s quivering with want, legs spreading invitingly as to tempt the Lieutenant’s large pale hand to move to his dick, to press each rough callus against the sensitive skin. For Ghost’s fingers to pull back the hood of his clit and pinch at the swollen flesh until he cries in the man’s strong arms.

His boot comes up to kick Gaz’s feet further apart, and the hand on his navel moves to wrap around his hip, pressing bruises into the dark skin and moving him with ease so that his stomach and abdomen are flush against the wall again. There’s a loud thud as Gaz’s chest hits the wall, and he shivers when he realises his crotch is pressed against the hole again.

You’re listening to the scuffle and muffled speaking from your cold side of the wall; but soon a sharp whistle breaks you out of it, making you perk up at the sound. It’s weirdly muffled, and you look up to see that the sergeant’s body seems to be covering the hole. Maybe that’s why it’s so muffled. Ghost pulls his hips back, and whistles again. And the sound of quick, continuous clicking comes through the hole clear as day. Realisation pours over you like a bucket of ice. He’s calling you over like a dog, cajoled back into position behind the hole like it’s what you’ve been trained to do. And like any trained dog, you heel. Crawling over as best you can, dick swinging between your legs as you flush, just to sit back on your heels behind the wall. Your hands press against each side of the hole, giving you slight stability. One hand ball into a fist and knocks on the wall, to confirm your position. A chuckle welcomes you. Then the sergeant’s hips are pressed against the wall once more, and you moan at the sight.

The taste of the sergeant is mouth-watering when you lean in to drag your tongue back over his folds. You take your time, dragging the tip of it over his hole and flicking the underside of his cock in the updrag. The sound of a yell being cut off is your reward, and consequently you share in the ecstasy of it by wrapping your chapped lips over his pulsing t-dick, and straining your ears to hear the sound of Ghost and Gaz.

On the other side, Gaz’s cheek is pressed against the cold wall. Held there by Ghost’s marred hand wrapped around his jaw and nape, keeping him pinned. His other hand resting and pushing against his lower back, brown eyes tracing the unnatural curve of the Sergeant’s spine.

“That gymnast background certainly comes in handy, Sergeant,” he murmurs into his ear, balaclava pulled up to rest on the bridge of his nose, “can’t imagine any other man with an arch like this.”

He feels the rough fabric of Ghost’s pants press against the bare skin of his ass, the Lieutenant’s hips slotting against him seamlessly. The hard bulge pressing right above the crease of his ass is heavy, barely kept in his trousers by whatever pair of underwear the man had decided to wear today. He’d rock his ass back to feel it better, if he could. But the firm hand on the base of his spine keeps him pinned and pliable against the wall, only really bothering to try and weakly push his luck by rubbing against Ghost as best as he can. The action causes his hips to move away from the hole just slightly, and yet the whine that claws its way out of your throat is deafening in both rooms. And Gaz can’t help but rut against your desperate tongue as you chase after the taste of him.

Maybe it’s the way Gaz keeps squirming and undulating in his hold, or maybe it’s the wet, desperate sounds you keep making from your own side of the wall. But Ghost can’t help but bring a hand down to loosen the buttons of his jeans and push the thick fabric down just enough for the bulge in his briefs to poke out. He’s quick to pull out his dick, slapping it down to rest back between the dimples on Gaz’s lower back. His cock is heavy, thick in the palm of his hand. The tip is an angry red, and leaking all over the Sergeant’s pretty skin; he moves both his hands to grip at his hips, and sinks each thumb into the dip of Garrick’s back dimples just to watch the way the sergeant shivers and arches his hips further into his grasp. It’s tempting, to just guide his dick lower and lower and just sink into that wet heat that the poor soldier is lapping up on the other side. Sink all eight inches in there and leave something for the boy to lap up once he’s done. But he’s a smarter man than that, a more unyielding man than those young cadets who would sink their dick into any wet hole without thinking of the consequences. So he buries his face into Gaz’s shoulder instead, nipping and dragging crooked teeth over tense muscle. He turns his head, beginning to tease and lick at the little spot beneath Gaz’s ear, over his jaw.

“‘M gonna fuck your thighs, Sergeant,” he breathes, voice rough and thick, like sandpaper, “and you’re gonna let our little dog on the other side service us both.”

It’s an order that he can’t even follow. All he can do is moan and move to press his legs tightly together, to give Ghost something slick to fuck himself into. Because his slick is all over his inner thighs, stray drops of it crawl down the side of his leg just to get soaked up by his field uniform trousers. He pushes his ass back, his head tilting back to rest the back of it on the thick plane of Ghost’s shoulder. Exposing the tender curve of his throat, the bob of his Adam's apple. He feels Ghost drags his dick down past the curve of his ass and begins to prod the head between his thighs. Slowly, excruciatingly so, his thick cock sinks between his thighs. Rubbing and pressing on his pussy lips, and the tip bumping fleetingly against the sensitive underside and crown of his clit. His thighs buck and tense, and Ghost has to press his forehead between Gaz’s shoulder blades to stop himself from moving too fast. He wants to enjoy it, to savour the slick pressure of Gaz’s inner thighs around his dick, the fat and muscle wrapping perfectly around his dick and he’s afraid that once his hips press against Gaz’s ass, that the tip of his dick might not even peek out on the other side. It’s warm and wet, and he can feel each muscle ripple and flex as Gaz fights to keep himself still. He almost wishes he’d have sunk himself into Gaz’s wet cunt instead, and can imagine just how hot and silky his walls would feel around him. How he’d tremble and shake to fit his fat cock in. But this is just as good. To feel the Sergeant’s thighs around him and knowing that the soldier on the other side of the wall will lick at the head of his cock too, eager to please his higher-ups.

You draw back, nose, mouth and chin wet with Gaz’s slick and eyes half-lidded in pleasure. The pressure in your trousers is agonizing, and so you reach down to undo your trousers, as you watch Gaz’s lower body through the hole. You watch, as his thighs twitch, and as between them, something causes the surrounding muscle and fat to dent and furrow, until the head of Ghost’s cock peeks through just the tiniest amount. The red tip squished between dark thighs and dripped precum down the crease of them. And it looks so tasty, you can't help but lick your lips. Just a little push more, and the tip fully pokes out from between his thighs. And you're too focused on your own pleasure, too wrapped up in the feeling of finally fishing out your own erection from the confines of your underwear, that all you do is watch as Ghost seems to begin thrusting at an even pace. Just watching the head disappear every other second, and matching the pace with your hand around your cock. Gaz's own dick pulses with each thrust, so neglected that you can see each throb run down the small length of it.

There's a sharp whistle, quick and unforgiving. And you dive back in, palming yourself as you bury your face back between Gaz's legs. It's a hard job, this time. Trying to focus on both Gaz's cock and the tip of Ghost's, switching frequently as to not leave one or the other too neglected. Because every time you get lost in the taste of Ghost’s spongy head, Gaz’s whines grow in volume and he smacks his hips brashly into the wall. And if you focus too long on suckling on Gaz’s clit, Ghost’s knuckles rap against the wall as if to remind you to service them both; to forgo favouritism and give him a little helping hand, too.

Gaz’s first orgasm of the night comes from a stroke of pure luck. The length of Ghost’s cock shifts and gets pushed up higher by the fat of his dark thighs, and the head catches on the underside of Gaz’s own cock, just as teeth graze the sensitive bundle of nerves of his crown when you drag away from it. The sight he makes is picture worthy, makes the Lieutenant wish he’d brought his camera along. Swollen, teeth-bitten lips falling open in a breathless gasp, as Gaz’s pretty brown eyes roll back and his eyelids drop and close to leave just a sliver of white visible. His Adam's apple bobs, the skin highlighted by the thin-coating of sweat just to tempt Ghost into sinking his teeth into him and never letting go. Each muscle in his body tenses and contorts, the dim light through the window defining each line of tense ligaments, even despite the late hour.

But it doesn’t matter how pretty he looks as he comes undone; or maybe it’s because of how pretty it looks that Ghost wants to continue. But whichever one it is, the outcome is the same. Ghost’s hands wrapping around those twitching hips and rutting harder and harder, angling himself to hit that sweet spot with each thrust, just to hear the cries and yells from the sergeant. It doesn’t seem to matter anymore that they have to be quiet, not when the sound of Gaz being double teamed by a goddamn rookie and his own Lieutenant was so delightful. Ripping down the Sergeant’s charismatic persona, just to work him into depravity. Working him enough that he seems to be dragged into the second orgasm of the night.

His eyes are unfocused as he feels a pressure in his abdomen. It takes a few more mind numbing thrusts, and another stronger yet disappointingly empty orgasm for Gaz to realise that not everything is going straight as planned. The pressure in his bladder is unavoidable now and, as Ghost crowds him closer to the wall, the constant shoving makes it much clearer and much more painful. But it’s hard to talk around the fog in his head, tongue heavy and unresponsive as it begins to loll out of his mouth. He gasps wetly, hands moving clumsily again to push at Ghost’s hips and to try and push your head away too. There’s a loud whine from you, as Gaz’s hand finds your mouth and pushes against it. Your tongue lapping at the space between his fingers in an attempt to appease him. Ghost is less lenient. He chooses, instead, to dip his head down and sink his teeth into Gaz’s nape, fingers digging hard into the fat of his hips in a way that’ll bruise and sting in the next coming days with any movement.

“Lieutenant-”

A growl reverates through his spine, turning to shivers half way.

“LT, please- I need-” There’s his hand again, scrambling to hook into the loop of Ghost’s jeans and push him back. “Just a minute, please! I need to- to use the bathroom. Won’t take long at all just-”

“What’s stopping you?”

Gaz’s forehead smacks into the wall. Eyes shaking with the effort to focus despite LT’s cockhead sliding against his.

“Well?”

“I don’t, I don’t think I understa-and, LT.”

Ghost leans further into him, like he’s trying to mould the shape of Gaz into his front. Like he’s trying to carve the shape of him into his chest. The hand on his right hip slides around to lay flat against his stomach before dragging down and down. Until his index and middle fingers are framing his t-dick, pinching it between the fat digits and causing Gaz’s knees to buckle. He pulls it up, ignoring the pulsing that Gaz is sure he can feel even through those thick calluses dragging into his sensitive skin.

“Go then. I’m sure our boy will appreciate the drink too.”

Gaz’s hand slips from your face then. His fingers drag down your lower face until they drop entirely off of it. Once freed, you’re happy to sink your face back between his folds, lapping at the space between the Lieutenant’s fingers to give attention to the Sergeant’s clit. And he cries. Fat globs running down his already sweat-soaked face, overwhelmed by the feeling of so many things hitting him at once. An orgasm rips through him, a weak moan falling off his lips as he tries to regain his bearings.

The Lieutenant’s cock digs deeper between his thighs, and he can feel Ghost’s other hand move it up closer to his folds. He can’t see it, with how blurry his vision is with tears. He can feel the pressure double, his dick feeling sore and bruised from the sheer amount of pressure and stimulation it’s taking. Unused to it all, having jumped from jerking off every two nights to being taken apart by two military personnels who seemed to know his body better than himself. And it’s getting harder to hold himself back, his brain is too scrambled and he’s a good soldier, a good boy. And-

"Piss, Sergeant. That’s an order.”

The words, mixed with the fourth orgasm of the night, act as a sort of sedative. Like the type he’d seen Captains and medics use with unrulier soldiers, the sort that took seconds to send a body limp. And that’s what it feels like, as his body drops just for Ghost to pick up the slack once more, one arm coming to hold him upright. The other-

His hand is still holding his crotch, fingers pulling his dick up to keep his folds open as his bladder empties right on your face. You aren’t stupid, had heard Gaz’s useless begging. And despite your dignity, if you truly had any left, you lap up that too. It’s hot, and bitter, and would be gross, if you were any less dirty. But like any good dog, you lick up the treat as it comes, giving up on getting it all in your mouth and settling on the fact that you’ll just have to be covered in it. It runs down your lower face and past your neck, soaking up the front of your shirt and spilling onto your sweatpants and boxers. It goes on forever, until the stream begins to lessen and dribble, until all there is left are a few little droplets. Which you clean up of course.

You pull away then, a strangled groan leaving you as your hand tightens around your hard dick, and pumps once, twice just to spill all over the dirty floor, mixing with the piss and the sweat.

“Good boy, soldier. Stay there.”

There’s the sound of a body being set down on the floor, soft mumblings that you can’t quite make out through the wall. Then footsteps, petering out slowly until all you can hear is your own heartbeat in between your ears and the soft breathing of somebody on the other side. Probably Gaz. Then there’s the sound of the door, and light from the hallway streaming in from it.

The silhouette of Ghost in the doorway should be terrifying. And really, it does send your heart hammering in your chest. But your dick also twitches feebly between your thighs, slowly chubbing up again from its softened state. You can’t help but glance down at yourself. But there’s nothing left to salvage. Your clothes are dark from the piss and sweat soaking the material, and you just look a mess. The mere seconds it takes the Lieutenant to amble over to you it’s useless for you to do anything but watch, rapt, as his body begins to loom over you. He stops just a few inches from you, face level with his hips and with his dick, still sticking out from the gap of his zipper and rock hard.

“You look filthy,” he says without preamble, “didn’t know we raised street dogs.”

You shiver, eyes half-lidded and wet. You cough weakly, face tilting to look at the floor. His hand comes down to rest on your head, before curling his hand to pull your face up to meet his again. The other hand grabs at your chin, the thumb dragging over your jaw before digging into your cheek and prying your mouth open. Saliva connects your tongue to the roof.

“You’re gonna let me use you to get off,” he mumbles, fingers tightening around your jaw, “and then I’m sure Gaz will be happy to use you again.”

He brings you closer, till the head of his dick traces your lower lip, precum shiny against the skin. Your tongue darts out to lick at it, and he takes it as a green light to sink his cock into your throat. It doesn’t take long at all, really. His dick throbbing in your mouth by the fourth thrust, his hands moving to hold the sides of your head by the time your throat begins hurting. He’s using you as a fleshlight, unforgiving and relentless. He sinks the full length as he comes, his balls slapping on your chin and becoming slick with whatever come you fail to swallow and instead let dribble past the corners of your mouth.

He pulls back, and you gasp. Licking at your mouth for whatever you can reach that way. You look up, to Gaz leaning against the wall behind Ghost.

"Round two?”

Credit to Cafekitsune for their gorgeous dividers!

[zosanniz]

Strawhats with agender reader (platonic)

Hi whoever sent me this ask I accidentally deleted it my bad 💔 basically agender reader that uses any pronouns

Luffy doesn’t care, obviously he respects you. He kinda forgets to ask people and just calls them by whatever pronouns he thinks comes to mind and like, you never really corrected him when he calls you he, she, they, etc. so when you just tell him you’re agender he’s like “well duh I figured that already-! Anyways, are you gonna eat that?”

Zoro is kinda the same way. Doesn’t even think to ask for pronouns, and then he kinda realizes and is like “you use those pronouns right?” And then you’ll just tell him your agender and use any and he just shrugs and goes, “ok, whatever” and moves on with his day. Out of all the straw hats Zoro and Luffy are the most casual about this.

Sanji just kinda assumes based on if you’re more feminine or masculine, if you’re androgynous he uses they/them most likely. When he eventually gets word of that you use all pronouns, he uses them interchangeably. So he may be talking about you and say, “yes, he loved that, they think it’s cute, she will love this.”

Usopp usually just asks people he meets if he’s unsure of your pronouns, takes note of you being fine with any pronouns so continues to use them interchangeably. He doesn’t care how you identify and is always respectful. Usopp and Sanji are chill but they are the two that use a more variety of your pronouns the most.

Nami asks everyone she meets what their pronouns are, as she just considers that to be common decency. She accepts your identity and pronouns without any issue, but she’s probably the most protective out of the strawhats about anyone disrespecting how you identify.

Vivi, like Nami, asks everyone she meets for their pronouns. Vivi doesn’t want to make anyone feel bad and considers this to be something anyone should ask somebody in order to remain respectful.

Robin is another one that asks everyone she meets for pronouns, but does so in a more casual manner? Nami and Vivi tend to be like “erm.. btw what are ur pronouns? Hehe sorry! Forgot to ask!” Meanwhile Robin is more, “what pronouns do you use, I use she/her.” Robin respects your identity and won’t hesitate to break bigots spines for you.

Franky doesn’t .. know much about gender identities, but he respects them all. He’s just ignorant but not in a hateful manner, he’s just a dumb cis dude. He kinda just realizes one day from a conversation with Robin that.. “oh they’re agender” “they’re WHAT?” And then Franky finally asks you for your pronouns after knowing you for years. Defo the type to go “his pronouns are they/them!” That being said Franky is supportive and always learning, makes mistakes but learns from them.

Brook is kinda just “oh, cool!” And moves on. Supportive of you, he’s actually really happy for you since he probably grew up in a time where people had to be more secretive about their gender identities. Brook gladly supports you and would be the type to buy pride flag stuff if he could. Also never asked you for your pronouns just assumed.

Jinbe is one of the most educated strawhats on this topic. Supports you with a smile and continues to respect you. He typically asks people for pronouns if he feels unsure. Jinbe tends to argue with bigots over gender identities and embarrass them because they tend to show a lack of intelligence in these conversations. They will lose debates every single time.

And chopper before I forget

Chopper is the most educated on this topic since he is a doctor. It’s important for him to know the human body (as well as other creatures bodies) and also drugs and the effects drugs may have on bodies and that of course may include testosterone or estrogen, etc. a lack of knowledge and understanding of trans people within doctors can lead to poor care and misunderstandings, discrimination, among other issues. Chopper can provide you with anything you need, and he always asks everyone for pronouns and he always is educating himself and others.

[conceptofjoy]

hi joy!! idk if anyone has asked this before? but ive noticed that you draw hal taller than dirk which is REALLY cute. im super curious about how you hc that happening :o basically i just wanna know more about your dorkhell and like when u talk abt them lol i literally cant get enough

OOH ok so its something i thought up over time. so basically sburb spits hal out as a "reloaded save" of 13 yr old dirk because she cant catch a fucking break (if she looks back on it now, they honestly prefers it that way instead of an outright duplicate or being glasses). hal's grateful for a body but hates that they got this like, hand me down body i guess? not even the right age too. dirk's actually the one that asks jane if catching up hal to the rest of them is possible cause during all this, hal's having hella post session depression. she's kinda pissed he went to jane without asking first but Fine. What ever.

it's a strenuous process that takes almost a year of different sessions. you know how growth spurts are, it hurts, youre hungry, you have to deal with other gross puberty stuff. plus, hal's starting point at dirk's 13 yr old self was malnourished as fuckkk, they didnt want to risk him getting like osteoporosis right, so they had to plan a lot, put him on meal plans and such. jane asks if she wants to try T while doing it and hal's like actually? Yes. much to dirk's surprise.

hal ends up a few inches taller as a result, with a smaller chest and other testosterone effects. dirk's kind of using hal as a guinea pig to see if he wants to try it in the future.

[so-i-did-this-thing]

you dont have to post this but im curious, were you worried about going bald? i am FTM and everyone in my family is bald- i am the only one left with hair and im afraid of losing my hair, should i just go for it anyway? would i be happier on T than i would be not on T but with a full head of hair? i promise i am totally serious and if you want to answer this privately that would be fine <3 just looking for general advice this isnt going to make or break me/i dont wanna stress a stranger out with this question

Hi! I am stressing a little about my hairline receding, which is why I started oral finasteride a year ago, and am adding topical rogaine to the mix now.

It's just one of those probable realities of having a testosterone-dominant body, but a lot of healthcare providers either don't think to suggest hairloss treatment to trans mascs, or they enjoy punishing us for going on HRT. 🙃

That said, I do have my little "look book" of men with receding hairlines like mine (Jared Harris features often), and they are all considered to be quite attractive, which makes me feel better. I also know that at some point, I just might need to bust out the hairclippers and resign myself to hairpieces for cosplay. Which honestly might be more convenient in a lot of ways.

Everything else testosterone has gifted me has more than compensated for my receding hair. I am finally out of the purgatory of being perceived as a teenager. Plus, I ended up with a nice beard. :)

Your relationship with your body is going to change as you medically transition, and I really cannot predict if you'd be fine with hairloss, or if it will make you feel worse. You just kind of cross that bridge as it happens. For me, I have gotten pretty chill about most of my imperfections, though I am still pretty upset about 1 or 2 things. But they are things that didn't change *enough* instead of things that changed *too much*. Ymmv.

Really, all I can say is that there are options out there for saving your hair, or at least, slowing the crawl. Work with a dermatologist who specializes in this -- reddit is full of hokum and bitter young men who are in the population that sees no changes or suffers badly from side effects.

Like any medication, know what you are getting into, what red flags are for your body, and what to expect if you stop. Same deal as starting HRT.

But at the end of the day, if your hair is really important for your self-image, you'll want to find other ways to affirm your gender. And a lot of people do that without HRT.

Hope that helps! I'm sure other folks can pop into the notes with their feelings.

[alphajocklover]

This is me currently and I’d absolutely love to be turned into the straightest, douchiest, big and beefiest jock you got! Thank you for the stories 🙏🏻.

So you want to be a straight, beefy, douchebag jock, right? Actually, scratch that, if I remember correctly you want to be the straightest, beefiest, douchiest jock possible? You aren’t content to be just a jock. You want to be the biggest, best jock around. A real alpha male. That's a good start. All jocks need to be ambitious, especially alpha bro douchebags. I can definitely help you. Well, more accurately, the Douchebag Revolution can help you. I checked a couple of things and I’m absolutely certain that you’re a victim of SAD, a douchebag jock that was turned into a gay nerd using time travel. I’ve talked about both SAD, the Society Against Douchebags, and the Douchebag Revolution before. The revolution are the people who gave me my time machine after all. So this is going to be less about turning you into a douchebag jock, and more about turning you back into the douchebag jock you were always meant to be. Now, there are a few different methods that the Douchebag Revolution uses to help those changed by SAD. One I showed in an earlier post is a serum that combats the effects of the nanobot SAD injected you with. It also includes a pretty strong dose of testosterone and some steroids from the future, so even if you weren’t already supposed to be a douchebag before this will definitely make you into one. Not that someone who doesn’t have those nanobots inside then should use the serum though, that could mess you up. Another is, of course, the time machine. This one is very complicated, because while using the time machine would mean they’d get the chance to stop SAD from changing you at all, if SAD noticed them your entire life would be transformed into a battle between the two groups, and trust me when I say that that can get messy. Time travel is already complicated enough without starting a time war, so usually they avoid that method. The final method would probably be best for you. It’s called Douchebag Rehabilitation. It’s not an instant fix like the others. It’s sort of a… program.  How it works is that the Revolution takes you to a secret facility somewhere in the far future. They use a mix of drugs, specialized training, and seminars that could turn the nerdiest gay guy into a raging douchebag. It usually takes about a week or two, a month at most, and with time travel it’ll appear instant to anyone watching from the outside. They’ll take you away, and five minutes later, the new you will be back and ready to have some fucking fun. This method does take longer, but from what I’ve heard it's actually really fun. You get to spend a whole month working out, meeting fellow douchebags, and banging hot bimbo volunteers. So, let's get you on your way! If this is what you want there isn’t any point in putting it off. I hope you have fun at Douche Rehab!

Ok. Yeah you… definitely had fun, didn’t you. I can tell from the cocky smirk on your face, and your now massive muscles, that the program definitely did its job. How long did you stay there, a month? You’re big even compared to most douchebags! I wonder how many girls you fucked. I hear most fuck at least 20 girls during their stay but I bet a stud like you got up to 40 or something. I’m glad I was able to help you become your true self. I kind of wish you and the other douchebags would stop referring to me as ‘that fag reporter’ though.

[mixtape-0325]

Testosterone

Stray Kids; Hwang Hyunjin x M. reader (18+)

Word count: 1k

Content: Hyunjin leads, dirty talk incl. quite a bit on stretching the reader, mxm incl. oral and anal sex, cum swallowing, spit as lube, spanking.

We need more male reader fics even if the community is smaller, so I hope you enjoy this one 🖤

"Please baby, stop teasing", you beg at him as your length had already grown hard between you and your boyfriend. His perfectly shaped lips continuously pressed against your inner thigh that you could just imagine already what they would feel like on you. His arm went through the opening of your shorts on the other side, resting dangerously close to the base of your length. It wasn't just mean, Hyunjin knew what he was doing and he knew it had a big effect on you.

You reached out to him and brushed his hair out of his face, holding it tightly into a ponytail as he let his mouth hover over the outline of your hard cock that stretched the fabric of your soft shorts. He never pressed a kiss to the fabric, instead smirking at you as his eyes met yours.

"B-baby...", you spoke as you felt your length twitch between your legs. Hyunjin noticed your little desperate movement, but only chuckled to himself before backing up his actions and moving his hands to your waist instead.

"Up", he said confidently. You lifted your hips up from the bed to let him take your shorts off, no boxers underneath making everything even easier. He hummed in satisfaction as he saw your cock fully hard, veins along the side, the tip already more brightly red than normal, a few drops of pre cum leaking past your slit. All because of him. He pushed one of his hands against your abdomen, having you slightly lean back to rest on your elbows rather than sit down.

"You want me?", he asked teasingly, one of his palms moving up your thigh as the other ghosted over his own length. It made you think of his cock, the details of it, the length, how you wondered if you could ever take all.

"Want my mouth baby?", he continued before pressing a kiss to your tip, then letting his warm tongue brush over your sensitive slit to collect the pre cum leaking from it. His knees were tightly pressed against the floor beneath you, making you even more eager to have him.

"B-baby if you don't a-anytime soon i'll be the one f-fucking you today", you teased seconds before his big lips wrapped around the head of your cock fully. And within seconds he was taking more, filling his throat with you. And fuck, did his mouth feel good. He knew how to make it just the right amount of tight, and god does he make it wet. Strings of saliva connect to him whenever he moves away for a brief moment, only to take every inch again and bob his head on your cock.

"Y-yeah, keep going", you breathe heavily as he speeds up and the room fills with sloppy, wet sounds. Hyunjin never gags on you once, and not cause you're not a prominent size yourself, but because he has trained his throat with you so well that he can take you perfectly.

It doesn't take long until you're close to release, and Hyunjin uses his hand to jerk you your last way to climax. His tongue lays under your tip to catch every last drop of your cum to swallow, and his hands equally hold your body firm to the bed as it twitches with every new spurt.

Hyunjin chuckled as he watched you catch your breath, knees lifting from the floor to hover over your figure instead. He pressed a deep kiss to your lips, giving you a hint of your own taste. Without having much time to think, his hands were on your hips again and helped you up with him, bodies tightly pressed against each other. His hips grinded into yours, lips hovered over your neck as he eagerly took control over your body once again, this time for his sake.

"Turn around, baby", he whispers seductively into your ear before kissing your earlobe, a sensitive spot for many men like you. When you did as told just a little too slowly for his liking, his grip on you becomes stronger and Hyunjin pushed you over the edge of the bed in a rush. His palm held your back down so he could press himself against your ass, his free hand guiding his long, hard cock to your rim. His next hum was one much more deep, much louder.

Hyunjin let the head of his cock push past your rim, spit dropping from his mouth straight onto himself to smoothen the process. "aa-ah, fuck yeah", he groaned as he watched your hole take him with a slight struggle.

A smack against your ass followed, as Hyunjin brought himself into a mindset he didn't get out of anytime soon. You hummed in pleasure with every hit that followed, jolting forward at the impact and the burn.

"Fuck me", you begged to encourage his own lust further, that waited patiently all evening for any real pleasure himself. "Every inch baby", he replied as he pushed into you further with a groan. "Gonna make you take it all".

Hyunjin's hand once again pressed you down onto the bed, a strong grip onto your body as he thrusted forward for you to take more of him at once. "a-ahh shit, yeah, that's it, little more", and with a few more thrusts he filled you completely, and god was it overstimulating, so much, but so good.

A moan fell from your lips with every slight readjustment of his position, stretching you further. You could just sense him smirking behind you, and you weren't wrong.

You let out another moan as you felt his wet finger tease your rim, pulling at the skin and applying pressure that had you seeing stars with already being filled to your max. "s-so tight...", he whispered.

Hyunjin's hips started to move, earning gasps from you at the feeling that only became stronger as he sped up in no time. "Gonna fuck you so good, baby, fuck you open".

[certifiedsexed]

(for context, im perisex afab and transmasc)

if all the effects of T except bottom growth sound awesome to me, is that a thing that can be tailored?

im not anywhere near actually going on T, im more just wondering generally so that i can know if it would be something i'd want to pursue further

Well, there are ways to tailor the effects of T but they don't work for everyone. For example, some people can stay on a lower dose of testosterone and experience certain effects of t (like voice lowering, facial hair) but not bottom growth.

For others, bottom growth might start at a lower dose, which is one of the reasons why some people use things like finasteride, which reduces the probability of things like bottom growth/balding/etc.

[While I don't recommend using this website generally, this article has some good info on this.]

You might have to try a couple different things or look into different options for certain things but it's definitely a possibility to go on testosterone without getting bottom growth.

Hope this helps! Let me know if you have any other questions. <3

[on-a-lucky-tide]

i hope this isn’t too weird but im a young trans guy and i was just wondering when did you start to transition? i know some people didnt start until they were older and im a little nervous about taking testosterone shots due to my extensive fear of needles and having religious parents. how was it for you? was there any set backs? this whole question would be really awkward if you aren’t trans😭💔 so sorry if you aren’t and im just stupid💔

People say it's never too late to transition and they're right, but you also need to understand and prepare yourself for the different challenges you will face transitioning later in life. I'm going to be as gentle as I can, and I would always encourage you to transition because the positives of being fully and wholly yourself outweigh the negatives imo.

At the bottom, I've included pictures of trans men who transitioned from their mid twenties all the way through to mid sixties. I know of one who transitioned at 74. Enjoy.

1. Second puberty as an adult fuckin' sucks. You don't get the grace or the flexibility that a young person does. The acne, the hunger, the feral horniness and unwelcome erections with bottom growth. Be prepared. Don't go on any androgen blocking shit for the acne either, for obvious reasons.

2. Transitioning later means some things are permanent. Sorry. Your epiphyseal plates fuse between 14 and 20, sometimes as late as 25. That means your height is your height. Same with hand size, feet size, etc. But your muscles and skin thicken so it can give the impression of growth. Just remember that men come in all shapes and sizes even when they get the headstart of being born as one.

3. You have zero control over what does change. Receding hairline, general bodily hairiness including your beard, bottom growth, voice drop. You need to be prepared to embrace it all. Voice training can address the "froggy voice" effect and help you speak from your chest, not the back of your throat.

4. You will go through a period of being misgendered. Of being asked "what are you?" Of the general discomfort of being stared at and treated like shite until your puberty progresses. The world is hostile to transexuals right now. And you also, as a trans man, cannot expect the same safety nets as trans women in terms of community. Especially if you're not already "in" the queer community. Given your background, I can't say, but it's worth shoring up your mental health, resilience and working on building connections with other trans men who have pursued a medical transition so you have someone to discuss concerns and experiences with.

5. If you suffer from significant dysphoria around fat distribution, you need to be prepared to hit the gym. Testosterone will change some, but not all, without the assistance of dieting and exercise. It's not a quick fix and will take time.

6. You will lose people. People you believed were friends, family members, etc. You need to be ready to start again. This is particularly galling if you're in your thirties, forties, etc, because that's half a life time of networks that are under threat. But there is still time to rebuild these with the real you. (Edit: Even people who have professed to be "trans supportive"; a lot of people are performative and are fine with things as long as it's not affecting them directly. They are "trans supportive: abstract" not "trans supportive: actual".)

7. If you don't like needles, there's Testogel. Never take testosterone in pill form. Ever.

This is Ramses Underhill-Smith.

Professor Stephen Whittle.

Dr Charlie Adams.

Luke Pearson.

Court Peneiro.

Paul Batista.

Lucas Woods.

Landyn.

Devin Delani.

Darren.

[harrypotterfuryroad]

What was your journey with all this? Did you at one point blindly agree and then learn new things that changed your mind (like I did) or were you skeptical from the start?

so i was never all in, but i had plenty of friends that were, and when it first started taking off in my social circles (2013ish) i tried my best to keep up with the lingo and be supportive. after all there's a lot of stuff i know i don't understand and who am i to discredit people's lived experiences? my degrees are all in biology so i never bought into the "humans can change sex actually" line, but if the wishful thinking made someone's life easier then sure fine i guess.

the cracks first started to show for me when nonbinary started popping up as a concept. broadly i understood what it was trying to do, but my two instant questions were "isn't everyone a little masculine and a little feminine?" and "if people are uncomfortable with being sorted into box A or box B, how does building box C help them?" i kept asking (out of genuine curiosity) and no one could give me an answer that made sense. obviously i could rattle off now about how this is because the whole thing is built on stereotypes but i was still trying to smile and nod my way through it at the time

my time in my phd program really solidified things for me for a couple reasons. like obv it overlapped with the general rise to prominence of all of this so it was kinda hard to miss, but also i was in an area with a really strong gay community so i got to see firsthand how it took root and grew from there. i saw a prominent local lesbian activist get ousted from my city's lgbt council for butting heads with a tim, and i saw the gradual shift from gay men being super comfortable playing around with the boundaries of dress and behavior to continuous questioning if someone is "one of the dolls" now because he wore a dress once

but also my phd was specifically about a lot of the issues that pop up in this whole debate, like social stress, adolescent development, sex differences in adulthood, and even a little bit about how social media is replacing normal social interaction but isn't meeting the same needs, so i'm watching all this happen while i'm reading papers from as early as the 70s that are basically predicting these exact patterns (then covid hit and amplified everything i was already seeing)

basically i just got more comfortable recognizing when someone is scientifically illiterate but really good at projecting confidence. i had a couple friends who were on lupron (for its on-label use, not as a puberty blocker) and each one had a terrible time, with really intolerable side effects. i looked into it more and it turns out these side effects are really common, which made me think this is a drug that made it through clinical trials but hadn't really taken off commercially so the company is trying to clean up its image or find a new market for it (something we were trained to notice in my phd program). then the drug started getting touted as safe and reversible for kids, and i just finally let myself feel comfortable getting angry about that. if you're saying this drug is safe, you're either lying or uninformed. lupron is the same story as viagra (where its more well-known use wasn't its initial intended use) but with all the leverage of the biggest social justice movement of the day, and it doesn't take much to recognize that without that clout there's no way to positively spin the junk data it's producing

other things i looked into more where the party line falls apart as soon as you screen out the spin: the trans murder rate, the trans suicide rate, prevalence and mechanisms of DSDs, the impact of adolescent testosterone levels on adult physical performance, neurological correlates of gender identity, and what a chromosome is

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

hi, i'm a young cis woman w/o a known hormonal disorder who is suddenly getting less discharge than normal (without a bad smell), and my vulva is irritated. unfortunately i am in a country where the medical system is burning to the ground, id probably have to pay for a fancy private practice to get medical advice. which id prefer not to if necessary.

im pretty sure i dont have an std, i only ever have sex with one guy who was a virgin before me & we are exclusive. could this be a yeast infection? or do i just start putting lube on that shit to keep it moist? try to get some off-label estrogen cream for down there (or is that only effective for trans guys)?

hi anon,

a yeast infection isn't impossible, although the lack of discharge and painful urination make it hard to be certain. without any other symptoms, it's entirely possible that you're just a bit dry in your vulvovaginal region.

a little moisturization sounds like a great start. some lube would be a good choice, as you said, or a product like vagisil that's specifically designed to be a vaginal moisturizer. even some fragrance free lotion patted gently onto the vulva can do in a pinch. topical estrogen cream could also be an option if you can acquire it, it's certainly not just for trans men - the exact same product is often prescribed to cisgender women when they go through menopause, which affects the vagina in many ways that are strikingly similar to testosterone-based HRT.

if an over the counter moisturizer doesn't bring you any relief, I'd definitely say it's time to check in with a healthcare provider if possible.

[catboybiologist]

Why don't you take Spiro anymore? (You mentioned this in a recent post)

My T is sufficiently suppressed without it. Estrogen and Testosterone inhibit each other through indirect pathways- both signal the hypothalamus and pituitary, which in turn signal the testes/ovaries to produce more or less of their hormone. Unfortunately, T is a more potent suppressor of E than vice versa, so a blocker is needed to drop T levels at first (usually), which then lets E get high. Once E is high enough, then it can suppress T production on its own. For me specifically, I've never had a problem suppressing T, especially later into HRT when my E was getting somewhat higher. Even after quitting spiro, my T has never gotten above 20 ng/dL, and is mostly around 15 ng/dL, which is on the low side of normal even for cis women. AA in general are theoretically unnecessary once E is high enough to suppress T on their own, but this varies strongly dependent on the individual hormone metabolism from person to person. Fun fact, this is also why masculinizing hormone therapy is way simpler than feminizing hormone therapy- T is potent enough to inhibit E right off the bat without extra help.

Personal consideration to add here: I'm quickly learning that I'm a rapid metabolizer, along with about 20-30% of the human population. Essentially this means that most medication has shorter effect periods on me, and I believe it also has had an effect on how effectively my T got suppressed. My T levels were low almost immediately when I started HRT, and I started with spiro. But, the price I had to pay is that its taken forever for my E to go up. With that in mind, I realized that for me specifically, I didn't have to worry about my T going back up if my E wasn't high enough yet.

The above are about why I felt spiro was unnecessary, but why not take it just in case? Simple- side effects. I was having very noticeable diuretic side effects to the point where it interfered with my usual routines, so I tried to quit as soon as I could. Once I quit, a brain fog that I didn't even notice was there, lifted. I was having a lot of issues that I now realize were due to low sodium- my energetics were fucked, my vision was getting hazy when I stood up, and my heart pounded in situations it didn't need to. When I quit spiro, these stopped almost immediately, and I realized that these were side effects that I hadn't even registered as side effects.

These were considerations I made based on my own personal situation, but hopefully it helps. I haven't been on an AA since February or so. I actually just got a levels test back (spreadsheet update pending) and it confirms that my T has been within cis female ranges since early October, and on the low side of cis female ranges since early November.

In my personal opinion, AAs should be used more conservatively than it currently is, but are still necessary for HRT. My ideal HRT based on papers I've seen, personal experience, and conversations with my provider is essentially: brief period of E monotherapy-> E+AA until T is suppressed and E levels are high -> E monotherapy -> additional considerations (like prog). This is not coming from a medical perspective, though, just an anecdotal one.

[gamerbot-22]

Too embarrassed to ask this in person cus im Diseased but i need more Nai x nb/transmasc Reader like- Dont LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT

👀👀👀 I am LOOKING SO HARD AT YOU /a

But also Mush I love you, of course you can have more Nai! Writing for my besties is awesome all the time always <3

Millions Knives/Nai x Nbry/Transmasc Reader

TW/CWs: Nai's a bit of an ass but that's the appeal, written with romance in mind (or however close you can get to that with Nai), mentions of needles (little detail aside from the statement they are just being used with no description), mentions of shots (for testosterone and with no detail), mentions of using the blades on his back for barely unintended purposes, barely proofread and I appreciate spellchecks.

AN: This is a bit of a long one for me but once I started going it was hard to stop! Honestly writing for Nai is funner than I thought it would be, his headspace is an interesting one to explore. Also JFC it is SO HARD to find decent Nai GIFs in tumblr's search I might have to start making my own--

Likes and Reblogs appreciated, Requests are Open, and it's all under the cut!

The dividers in this post were made by @/adornedwithlight ☆

Plants themselves are like... genderless. From what I can gather as someone who is still pretty early in TriMax (I've been busy, okay?) the Plants are referred to as female because of their appearance, but since they have a different biology it's a bit of a misnomer. It's like how some real life plants have the ability to just. Make More Of Themselves because they have all the parts required to do that.

All that to say, I think the coming out process isn't as Big as you might've been expecting. Like you tell him "I was born one way, but present/am transitioning into another way," and he's honestly more surprised that that's something humans can do medically. Like-- Okay, if you're just changing your presentation via a new wardrobe and/or haircut, That Is Not A Surprise, he obviously knows humans can do that, but if you're doing stuff like taking testosterone and/or getting surgeries done, that's the part that surprises him.

And he knows that it's a thing that has happened and will continue to happen in other parts of nature. As a kid he probably read all sorts of things about how animals will change sexes to fill an ecological need, but he figured humans were delegated to the like. Lion and Chicken school of presentation change (where all that changes is appearance) and not the bearded dragon and clownfish school of literally changing the way your body functions.

He probably hates to admit it to himself and would. refuse to tell you, especially to your face, but he finds it more than a little fascinating. Every now and then he just randomly hits you with a question about how this all happens. There's just something about the way you're able to just... change yourself like that without really changing at all. In a way I think it gives him a strange kind of relief to know you're still the same person as you get further along in your transition (whether you're taking T, getting surgeries done, or even just wearing your hair different.)

If this is like. A fresh coming out and you're looking for help with a new name you can bet your ass the names you try to get out of him are all biblical and, as a side effect, kinda boring until he gets into the deep cuts. Like he just kind of throws the names that come to mind at you (John, James, Peter, etc) but eventually he branches out into more interesting ones and even a couple concepts/events. (Exodus, Trinity, Cana, etc.)

Akjnsef ok bear with me here but, on a lighter note, I'm imagining that at least once you saw him slice through someone something with his blades and said something along the lines "new top surgery just dropped" and Nai just fuckin' whipped around SO FAST like "DO NOT--"

If you do take testosterone he's not much help if you're doing injections and are scared of the needle. Like you have literally seen him do so much worse and this is what gets you? Also why do you want his help when he literally has a doctor on staff you could go pester instead? But deep down he knows you either won't take it or will take forever to do it if he's not there, so while he probably doesn't do it for you at first, he will, very reluctantly, stand next to you and supervise while you do the injection. Maybe he will hold your hand or shoulder if you ask.

Also yeah in my brain I think the closest brand of love you as a human can get out of Nai is something akin to like. The way people love their pet even though the pet isn't well behaved. Like he wishes to God you would just behave in a different way most of the time but he'll still help you take your medicine and will stand there for you to hold onto if dysphoria comes to kick your ass/you just have a bad day anyways.

[jacsoup]

ROTTMNT has been my main fandom for years, and any artist would be lying if they said they never thought about creating an OC with their own little addition to the world of the show. Here's my goobers.

All of my OCs don't effect the official TMNT lore in any way, they're more of entities that just live in their world, and have occasional interactions with the turtles that effect none of their official lore. I love Slick for his lore/story, and Kai for her energy <3

INFO ABOUT THEM:

OLLIE: First of all, the Ollie in this AU is a direct connection to myself, added to this list for fun. This Ollie is less epic version other than the fact she has a human form, unlike other Ollie variants. This character originated from my reach for a kind of comfort through the show and its characters. In terms of relations, she was friends with the turtles first, occasionally spending time with them. Ollie moved from Australia to NYC to live in an apartment with her cousin not far from the TMNT base.

Now onto the ones that actually matter.

KAI: Kai was my first TMNT OC, (the last drawing being an early drawing of her) a bad-ass, kinda insane shark mutant with a bit of a label and consistency phobia, lol. many people say she has Undyne from Undertale vibes and I completely agree. Kai changes her name all the time. You'll never know when her next era will begin. The only names that stick around are her stage name, gang name, and nicknames. Kai being a nickname that she's getting tired of. She found the Mighty Mutanimals quickly after being mutated, that's who she stay with in NYC. She spends a lot of time in the hidden city, she stays with her band there where she mains bass (but can play the drums and guitar flawlessly too). Down in the hidden city is where she indulges in her obsession with all kinds of magic (which 50% of the time doesn't end well.) She is bisexual and intersex, considered trans by some due to her identity as a female. In terms of relations, she doesn't mingle with the TMNT often, only met them through the Mutanimals. Through their team-ups, her and Donnie developed a rivalry that led to becoming closer. SLICK SKINK: Slick Skink is a Blue-tongued lizard/skink mutant and Mondo Gecko's step-brother. He is trans masc and grew up in Australia. He is close to Ollie and is in the Mighty Mutanimals with Kai. And yes he has a bit of facial hair, it's a character design people miss. He started on testosterone when he was 17, supported by the members of the Mighty Mutanimals.

Some backstory: Slick lost his mother when he was 14. His father didn’t accept him as a transgender, but let him do what he wanted which has always been interpreted as his lack of care for his son.  When Slick’s (not his real name at the time ofc) father moved to New York from Australia to be with Jason’s (Mondo Gecko’s) mother,  Slick was forced into this new home, new country, and new life at 16-17. The move was hard, but found that he gets along really well with his new 13-14yo step-brother, Jason. But he quickly discovers that Jason’s mother is also not the best at being accepting. She is manipulative, uncaring, and irresponsible. Jason’s biological father was dumped and arrested after many acts that affected Jason when he was younger.  The two boys — now living together, acted like they’re the only ones they needed. Getting their strength from eachother in their exhausting household, and being the true family they always needed.  The day Jason got mutated, his parents resent him and kicked him out. (Which is true to multiple versions of TMNT Mondo Gecko’s Lore) Slick accepts him, still spending hours with him as he gets his bearings as a mutant gecko, and eventually gets involved with the Mighty Mutanimals. Later, Slick gets mutated into a Blue-tongued lizard, which was the animals that he spent a lot of time with when he was in Australia. Slick leaves home without even showing his new face, and joins his brother in the Mutanimals.