weaponizedknightbatteringram

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I have been trying to break this sex addiction but it's just so hard. Anyone want to be talked to like this? "It's your fault I'm so goddamn horny all the time. You can't just look at me with your needy eyes and expect me not to pin your head down on my cock and cum in your eager, slutty mouth." "You know I have a sex addiction problem, yet here you are. All snug and cuddled up against me in bed. It's almost as if you're begging to get overstimulated first thing in the morning." "I just can't be mad at you. You are simply wonderful bouncing on my cock all day. When you have nothing but bliss on your face for doing what you are meant to do, it makes me feel as if this isn't such a bad thing after all."

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I want so badly to be caught out in public by someone who’s figured out I’m a trans guy and get stripped and raped in a busy place, my whole body on display while I whine and moan, trying to beg them to stop. I want to think I’m safe once they cum, only for them to tie me up and offer my pussy to the next person. I want to be forced to cum over and over again while strangers rape me, filling me with their cum. They’d call me a good girl and talk about my tits, I’d protest and try to tell them I’m a boy while my pussy gushes around their cocks 🥵 I want them to tell me how good I take their cocks like a little slut when they breed me

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As you lay there innocently sleeping, I begin losing myself in the perverted thoughts filling my head as I watch you sleep sweetly. Temptation starts to consume me the more I entertain those thoughts, until my body can’t take it anymore, I need to feel you. I gently lift up your shirt above your tits, softly licking them while I grope you, often checking to make sure I’m not waking you. As my thoughts get even more desperate I softly pull down your panties inch by inch, I start rubbing you, making you wet for me, sticking one finger inside of you. I begin licking you gently while i finger fuck your sleeping body. Making you moan out the sweetest little sounds as you start clenching around my fingers, making an even bigger mess for me to lick off of you. I stick more fingers inside of you, slightly picking up the pace as I feel you twitching and cumming around my fingers. Sucking your mess off of my finger I leave you to wake up to a sloppy, sticky wet pussy wondering what happened last night. When you ask me in the morning I make fun of you, telling you that you must’ve had a good dream last night because you couldn’t stop squirming around. Completely gaslighting you, knowing exactly what I did to your unconscious little body without your knowledge

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more gross therapist brainrot. im thinking abt going to see a therapist for my dysphoria. he's a cis man and i'm nervous at first but he's so friendly and knows all the terminology and i begin to relax. he asks for more details and i start to tell him about how dysphoric my chest makes me. "sorry," he interrupts. "are you binding right now? your chest looks very flat to me."

i get embarrassed and blush. "oh yeah, i have a binder on."

"i see. so are they big without the binder? some cis men have fat on their chests, so maybe it's not actually that noticeable."

"um, yeah, they're pretty big...definitely noticeable i think."

"hm. i'm having trouble picturing it. maybe i could turn around and you could take off your binder? and put your shirt back on after, of course. it will help me understand your point of view. plus, i'm sure your back is sore, and it's just the two of us in here."

i'm very uncomfortable with this idea, but he is my therapist, so he must know what he's doing. "are you sure? is that something you usually do with your clients?"

"oh yes, this is all standard practice. go ahead! i'll turn around and close my eyes."

he stands up and turns to face the wall, holding his hand in front of his eyes. i acquiesce, taking off my binder and putting it to the side, letting my huge tits bounce free. my nipples immediately harden from the cold and the sensation of fabric brushing over them.

when i have my shirt back on i say, "o-okay, you can turn around now." he sits back down and stares openly at my chest. my face heats up.

"yes, i see, those are quite large." he notices my face turning red. "please, don't be embarrassed. they are also quite nicely shaped, if i may say so." before i can voice an objection, he continues: "i think we should try an exercise that often helps with my ftm clients' dysphoria. sometimes it can be helpful to appreciate your features instead of trying to hide them. after all, this is therapy, so we want to deal with things directly instead of avoiding them."

that does make sense to me, despite the twisting in my gut. "okay. i guess so."

"very good. now please close your eyes for me." i obey. "it may seem strange, but i am a professional and there's nothing to be ashamed of in here. now bring your hands to your breasts and hold one in each palm." at least my eyes are closed so i don't have to look at him while i do as he says. "excellent. slowly massage your breasts, kneading the flesh, but not too hard. we want this to be pleasurable." i start to do it, resenting the feeling of warmth in my crotch. "now rub your thumbs over your nipples. i see they're starting to harden. that's perfectly natural. concentrate on how good it feels to rub your breasts. you may even pinch your nipples if that is enjoyable for you." i do it despite myself, lost in the sensation. "keep going. do it for a minute, and don't stop thinking about the pleasure you're feeling." i'm still feeling dysphoric, but now i'm also turned on. i squirm a little in my seat, hoping it's not too noticeable.

"okay, you can stop now. open your eyes." i take my hands away from my tits, my nipples still hard, poking through the fabric. "how is your dysphoria now? any change?"

"uh, no. sorry."

"no need to apologize. sounds like we'll need to try another exercise. we really want to associate your chest with positive feelings instead of negative ones. so for this exercise, i want you to stand up and remove your shirt."

i balk at the request. "is that really necessary?"

his expression hardens. "please don't make this difficult. we're all adults here. do you want to get treatment for your dysphoria or not?"

i'm embarrassed. he's a doctor after all, why would i question his judgement? i'm probably just being prudish and immature. "sorry. yes, i do." i get up off the couch and take my shirt off, instinctively folding my arms in front of my chest.

"very good. arms behind your back, please." i obey. "now, stay in that position and close your eyes." when my eyes are closed i hear a drawer opening, then the flicking of a cap of some kind. i can feel my nipples stiffening in the air. the next thing i know, he's grabbing my breasts, rubbing something cold and wet on to my nipples. i gasp. "stay still, please. this is all part of the treatment." he runs his hands all over my tits, groping them, getting them all covered in what i assume is lube. he pinches my nipples and i bite my lip to stifle a moan. "very good. you may open your eyes now. i want you to look down at your breasts."

they're glistening and bouncing in his hands, covered in oil. "see how gorgeous they are? a lot of girls would love to have such beautiful big tits." his crude language catches me off guard.

"um, what?"

"i just want you to appreciate what you have. a little gratitude can go a long way." he jiggles my tits up and down. "i love looking at them bounce. see how happy these can make other people? it should make you feel good to know how pleasing these are to men. you need to look outside your self-centered perspective."

"doctor, i'm not very comfortable with this--"

"no?" without warning he sticks his hand under my waistband and rubs my clit, running a finger through my wetness. "it seems like your pussy is very comfortable. and your tits are so sensitive. see how good they can make you feel?" with his other hand he pinches my nipple again and this time i fail to stop myself from whimpering. "i knew you loved this. now watch me enjoy your tits for a bit. it will help you feel better about them."

i'm too shocked and turned on to do anything other than watch silently as he plays with my tits, groping them hard, massing them like putty, circling my nipples with his fingers. eventually he bends down and licks my nipple and i shudder in unwanted pleasure. then he sucks on it in earnest and i can't help but whine. he's right, it feels so good. i let him suck on them both, flicking my nipple with his tongue. then he pushes them together and spits on them. the spit tuns obscenely down my cleavage.

"take off all your clothes. i know exactly how to help you." at this point i'm too far gone not to do exactly as he tells me. i strip. when i'm done he's sitting back in his armchair, massaging his cock, his pants discarded although his shirt and tie are still on, which makes me burn with shame and arousal. "come sit on this and face me. i can make you feel so good."

i look at the floor in embarrassment as i walk over, climbing into his lap. i position myself over his erect cock. "there you go. just slide down onto it. you're all wet for me." i sink slowly onto his cock and moan. it feels so good inside me, filling me up. right as i get him all the way inside me, he says, "good girl."

"w-what?"

"oh, don't pretend it doesn't turn you on. i knew when you walked in that you weren't really a 'boy', just a slutty girl who needed some male attention. and i'm happy to give it to you. if you just showed off your tits more you'd be much happier."

i'm so humiliated i don't know what to say. he grabs me by the waist and starts fucking me up and down on his cock. "that's a good girl. i can feel how your pussy clenches around me when i say it. fuck, look at your big tits bouncing while i fuck you." he starts sucking and biting them. "tell me how much you love my cock."

"i love your cock," i moan, defeated. my voice hitches as he pounds into me.

"tell me you're a slutty girl who loves having her pussy fucked."

"n-no, please..."

he bites down hard on my tit. "say it."

"ugh, fuck..." his cock feels sooo good. "i'm a slutty girl who loves having her pussy fucked," i cry, and as i do he finishes inside me.

"good girl."

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In the mood to bring a fakeboy home to strip naked in front of me. I’ll tell you to stay still whilst I fix pumps to your nipples for the first time. It will feel strange, but I’ll call you a good girl as your body gets used to the sensation. Your pussy will be leaking from the dysphoria and the pleasure combined. After some more training, you’ll be dripping from the nipples and it’ll be impossible to bind. Remember how your body is designed to carry children? That’s right. Good girl.

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Confession

Who wants to be manipulated? Who wants a completely safe space to go to where you can freely talk about your problems and let everything go after a long day? Who wants to be adored by a perverted sex freak that gives you advice, unconditional love, and anything else you need to feel better? What's a little masturbation session between friends, ya know, just to relax. What's a few photos or videos going to do, you owe them after all for being there. What's an unwavering subservience to the person who is always there to pick you up and treat you with kindness. So what if they needs more of your body to be happy? Think about how happy they made you. So what if they want you to be by their side like an obedient pet? They're loyalty to you is endless, so return the favor. You don't need anyone else. I'm here for you. I'll always be here for you.

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Something about homewrecking a t4t gay couple by fucking one of them and getting her addicted to my cock. Making her swear to keep us a secret and to be a good girl for Daddy. Giving her estrogen and new clothes behind her "boyfriend's" back.

When I have the first bitch trained, I'll use her to force her ex into being a perfect little pet too. Hold her arms back, whisper affirmations into her ear, tell her how much better it feels to have her cunt filled with real dick. I'll break her until I have two obediant bitches on my leash.

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I am once again demanding that all free use whores line up for quality testing through thorough inspection of pussy tightness, submissiveness/obedience, and cum intake capacity. Thank you for your cooperation, we'll be shipping you out to people soon.

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Step 1: Make a drug that forces ovulation and causes the body to be in a constant state of sleep paralysis. Step 2: Give it out to any dysphoric girlies who got themselves confused as a man, saying that this is some "Wonder T" that will "Stop all dysphoria and allow you to feel your inner man come out!" Step 3: Sell the breeding cows for profit! You'll feel the man inside you. You'll feel all the men cumming inside your beautiful womb, making you the useful woman you always were.

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honestly, i think the idea of sex as a lesson is so hot.

i’m just imagining him running his hands along my body, stopping to tease or caress areas solely to note how i react. i want to hear him tell me the correct anatomical terms for what he’s touching, to be forced to admit i have a pussy and tits, a clit and not a dick, an undeniable reality that i can’t fake my way out of. him slowly inserting a finger inside me, then two, then three, just to see how much i can take.

then he’d explain why i have the parts that i do. how my body is designed to bring a man pleasure. how my pussy exists solely to take a man’s cock and make him feel good, hopefully making him cum inside me so i get knocked up. he’d feel how wet i get, see how i’m dripping, and comment how there’s obviously nothing incongruent with my sex and gender if my body so eagerly responds to that information.

i want him to fuck me slowly, telling me how good i feel around his cock. need him to point out how my pussy tightens when he hits the right spot, how i moan so nicely in response to being. how naturally i take the role of a woman, and how much it suits me. how mistaken i must’ve been for thinking i was a man — and how he hopes this will clear up any confusion.

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To the "guys" reading this with one hand rubbing there sensitive wet pussies

You won't ever be more than the pathetic horny girl you are now.

Think about that while you feel that knot of sadness and shame tightening just behind those fat tits of yours. Knowing that no matter how hard you fake it you won't be more then that.

I would say sorry but knowing you that just made you wetter didn't it?

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Convincing a ditzy little girl to come over and smoke with me. Making you take way too many hits, peer pressuring you into taking multiple hits in a row while I praise you after each one, telling you how good of a job you’re doing for me. The room starts spinning as your head gets fuzzy, you don’t even recognize where you are anymore. I pull up your shirt and start kissing, licking and groping you while you giggle, not even knowing what you got yourself into. My hand forces your legs apart and I shove my fingers inside of you without warning, my hand covers your mouth to muffle your whines as I make you soak my hand with your wetness. It feels so good for you, and then I pull my cock out, quickly shoving it into your wet, and prepared hole. Your tiny hole struggles to take my dick and I resort to forcefully shoving it deeper into you, making you cry out in pain from being stretched too far. Your cries become louder and louder with each thrust deeper, I grab your jaw and start kissing you, forcing my tongue down your throat to silence you. “Toys don’t cry” I say between breaths, roughly fucking you into the bed, making you cum uncontrollably all over me, making fun of you for being such a slut even though there are tears streaming down your cheeks, breaking you with each thrust. Getting closer and closer to finishing inside of you and marking you as my property. I push myself inside of you as deep as I can, my cock pressed against your cervix and I flood your pussy full of cum, filling you full and watching it rush out of you, moaning out in completely ecstasy. “This is what a good slut tastes like,” I say pulling out and pushing my cock into your face, forcing your mouth open and making you taste yourself all over my dick

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forced orgasms <3 watching her tear up when my fingers are completely ruining her cunt, "so wet still even after cumming like 15 times you really are just a desperate pervert huh?" but it hurts, her cunt is red and she's fighting with every ounce of power in her, but i'm just so much stronger. forcing her down while she cries her eyes out and resists just to make my fingers go even faster. making her cum over and over again until she passes out. just to slide my cock in her dumb unconscious self, watching her wake up covered in cum and my fingers inside her cunt. "you ready puppy?".

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Fakeboys are the breeding stock of the queer community.

Like we all know that you’re fertile, ready to take children (whether you like it or not) and most of you still have your milky tits.

So yeah that’s your purpose. If we ever need a breeding toy or surrogate then we know where to find one… and none of you have any say in the matter.

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commanding her not to cum, only for myself to forcefully make her cum then punishing her for disobeying by overstimulating her until she passes out