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When I say I’ll do anything for my someday husband I really do mean I’ll do anything for him

I’ll change my name to honor his

I’ll change my home so I can be in his home

I’ll leave my family to join his

I’ll move in with him so we don’t have to spend a day apart

I’ll build a home with you so it can be our house of love

I’ll get pregnant and carry as many children as you want even if my body changes or I get fat

I’ll deal with unbearable pain of labor to make our home of love bigger

I’ll make sure that even when I die our children carry his name for generations to come

I’ll do everything you want me to do I’ll cook, clean your house, take care of your parents, raise our children, I’ll help you when I can with the best I can, I’ll ensure you that you can relax at home, I’ll try my best to maintain your family relations

I’ll do everything that I can to make sure life benefits you even if the cost is own health, hobbies or beauty

When I say I’ll do anything please believe me cause I truly will cause I will appreciate you now and forever

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let me be weird about our age gap. let me be weird about our age gap. let me be w

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everybody at school believes that I'm a man... it'd be such a shame if I wear to get pregnant in the days before school starts properly, to see how long I can keep up this facade as my belly grows and my breasts swell. who the hell is going to think I'm actually a boy when I'm grinding my sensitive little pussy against the chairs in the lecture hall in front of everyone and my nipples are poking through my shirt.

I'd have to stop t for a couple months for the baby - all my body hair I worked so hard for to disappear, just like that, extra padding on my hips and thighs, I'd look like a perfect hourglass figure with a round belly. all I have to do is let my pussy get the better of me, get bred a single time and everybody realize see the girl I really am.

oh, I could try and say that I'm still a boy, but they'd all look at me and go "uh huh, okay" while imagining what they could do to me. shove their cocks as deep in my pussy as they can to remind me what real men can do

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Awww! You‘re so adorable when you’re all dumbed down like this, baby <3 Especially since you always take so much pride in being smarter than others… Not much left of that now, is there?

Now put that vibe back between your legs and let’s see how you‘ll handle reading out your thesis in this state… Oh of course I‘ll be recording you, silly <3 I know that your smooth little girly brain is a bit overwhelmed right now and I just want to make sure you won’t forget how cute you’re like this 🥰💕

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Progression of a “ftm” changing back to a woman

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I keep fantasizing about, now that I’m finally comfortably passing, starting to forget my weekly T shots. I hook up with my fwb, this older guy who lives alone in a rundown trailer park a little outside my city. Neither of us think about using protection bc we haven’t had an issue yet. Until I get knocked up. I never wanted to be a father and now I’m carrying the bastard of some fucking divorced drunk. And, yet, it feels oddly right.

We talk options and I make my choice, which is surprisingly our choice. My baby daddy says he wants us to parent our baby together. It’s unexpected, but we decide to make it official and move in together. There’s not an expectation of a relationship, we’ll just be roommates and parents to the child growing inside me. I didn’t think my life would go like this. Truth be told, I’m struggling in the early months of pregnancy. I feel dysphoric and resent having to delay my transition.

He treats me like a queen, though, and I leave my full time warehouse job to work part time as a receptionist at his brother’s garage. Me and my baby daddy start spending a lot more time together because of this and because of living together. I start to think I might be lucky.

As I get further along, I find it hard to find clothes that fit my growing curves. I’ve gotten fatter and my chest has gotten more sensitive. My hips are definitely wider. I decide to try dressing slightly more femininely, it will make the whole ordeal easier. Doctors and nurses are frequently asking me if I’m excited to be a mommy and most people I talk to at work think I’m a tomboy who smoked a few too packs before letting herself get knocked up by a greasy old drunk who hasn’t even given her a ring.

‘I must be stupid if I’m carrying this man’s three babies without a band on my finger,’ I think the week we find out I’m carrying triplets. It’s a blessing, especially considering I wasn’t even supposed to be fertile. Or, so I’d heard. Maybe it was the missed shots. I’d been Icarus flying too close to the sun, only instead I fall to my knees in front of my new fiancé that night with a big garish heart-shaped shimmery ring on my finger.

With me spending every possible moment with my fiancé in his bedroom, I move out of my room in our trailer and start converting it to a nursery. My hair is a cute bob and I’m really enjoying giving into playing my new role as trailer whore. It’s not really me, just a sorta drag performance I’ve decided to lean into for the duration of my pregnancy. My fiancé finds it hot: me in a pair of flip flops, Daisy Dukes, and a tank top with no binder or bra as I answer the rarely ringing shop phone. I sit on his lap when we host over his friends and don’t object to the idea of being his bride.

I end up in a chic boho-style flowy dress that shows off my swollen tits and baby bump. As my husband takes me as his wife for the first time, I feel something shift inside me. I wasn’t playing some caricature anymore. I was officially the wife of trailer trash and that made me trailer trash too. If this was my life now, then I was going to have fun with it.

I keep growing out my hair, dye it blonde like my husband says he wants, and stop wearing any undergarments. I’m kinda a feminist that way, by freeing the nipple. These days milk is often leaking through my tiny tops. I still get spray tans bc my salon lady says it’s okay and hubby likes when I look sun-kissed orange. Before I know it, I’ve got a tramp stamp and hubby’s name tattooed on my crotch. Both were done by one of hubby’s friends in our living room. I’ll get more once I finally give birth.

Weirdly, the sex gets better as I lean more into looking like my husband’s dream girl. I find that I want to be whatever he wants me to be. Knowing that I’m his forever and free from ever making a decision again. I love what he’s done to me, how he controls me in every way. My old life is completely erased. Getting knocked up was the best thing a misguided girl like me could have done.

I basically had the best life ever. My man was obsessed with me and always giving me gifts of cute clothes and jewelry, watching me paint my fingers and toes at work when it was quiet, contorted to reach around my massive baby bump. I always giggle when I notice him watching me from across the shop, my hubby’s such a horndog and I’m the luckiest bitch in the world.

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She doesn't think anymore. Her entire world is the swinging pendulum in front of her eyes, and the words of the person she trusts to completely control and rewrite her mind.

She doesn't know what she'll be. A bouncy bimbo, a purring kitten, a brainless silicone fuckdoll... It doesn't matter. She doesn't think. She can't think. She no longer wants to think.

Get a good look, all y'all. This is what you can be. What you should be. I wonder how much you'd look like her if someone were to stick a pocket watch in front of your face?

I wonder, how quickly would you drop so deep that you forget how to think?

And how much time will you spend today fantasizing about that scenario?

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About Me

I’m in my mid 20s and am a trans dude a couple years into transitioning (hrt, no surgery). For some reason I keep having reoccurring fantasies of detransitioning and being a breeder’s fat trad wife slut. So….. fix me?

You can call me Mimi!

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The hottest thing a guy can do is erase me entirely until all that remains is an eager womb

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Chubby trans guy to bbw mommy pipeline when?????

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Force me to quit all my bad habits (like smoking and pretending to be a man) with one simple trick: knocking me up

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NEED a man to marry me, move us cross country (no job, no support system), destroy my T and birth control, get me pregnant, get me pregnant, get me pregnant, get me pregnant, and lead us in living a very traditional straight domestic life forever <3<3<3

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POV: making money off a fakeboy

I want to turn a fakeboy with a big ass and wide hips into a dumb, slobbering porn slut, chain her up and rape her in front of a camera. She would slowly detransititon, discarding any aspect of her masculinity, until she was a perfectly feminized only bimbo, sending her OF money to my bank account, just for the pleasure of being enjoyed as a beautiful woman. She will accept her place as a wobbling body with nothing to offer but her curvaceous figure