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[cvntslvtfakeboy]

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

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

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

[cvntslvtfakeboy]

oh to have a fakeboy enemy where we’re both just terrorising each other because we want to show that the other is girlier

we pull each others binder up in public. we pants each other every chance we get. we’re constantly mentioning out the other’s girly body in conversation

if he bent down i would pretend to fuck his pussy and say ‘fuck your girly pussy feels so good on my cock’ and everyone would laugh while he blushes because everyone is imagining his girly pussy

[cvntslvtfakeboy]

What is your favorite part of a Fakeboy?

Notes game

I have old pictures of myself before top surgery and if you get this post to 500 notes I will post them!

500 notes = T!tties pics!

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Reblog if you are a stupid silly fakeboy who needs to be fucked into her place

[cvntslvtfakeboy]

Imagine hearing the front door swing open, the buckles on your arms being unclasped, you already know what to do. Your head forced between my thighs, tongue reaching out, tasting how a real man tastes, smelling how a real man smells, feeling just how hot and heavy a real mans balls are. As you suck them into your mouth, you feel them churning the fat load I'm about to forcefeed your womb, each passing day the chance of it taking hold and impregnating you.

[cvntslvtfakeboy]

i want sex to make me dysphoric. i want it to be centered around the fact that i’m female. i need you to force me to acknowledge the fact that i’m taking your cock in my pussy. correct me whenever i call my clit a t-dick, my tits my chest, or my pussy my hole. finger me and tell me why it feels good— how you’re angling towards my cervix, or hitting my g-spot.

make sex a way to remind me of what i really am. edge me, violate me, break me down to the point where i can barely form a coherent thought, and then force me to admit i’m a girl. make me repeat that i’m female while you fuck me to an orgasm. cum inside my pussy and listen to me thank you over and over and over for correcting my delusions.

[cvntslvtfakeboy]

i love it when girls think they pass as men when they're 5'2 with soft curves and silly interests, it makes me want to breed them until they cant move

[cvntslvtfakeboy]

What if a guy was fucking me from behind, bouncing me on his dick and fondling my chest. Then he'd pick me up, still making sure to fuck me, and walk out towards his friends in a seperate room.

I'd be begging him to stop, that I didn't want to be seen like that. But I'd be so lost in pleasure, moaning, secretly turned on by how they all immediately got hard.

He'd still fuck into me, showing all his friends as my tits bounced from his thrusts, my thighs being held apart so he can keep going deeper.

Maybe his friends would join in, jerking off to the sight and licking and groping my chest.

[cvntslvtfakeboy]

Trapped and Fucked and Embarrassed in a Video Game

Imagine this VR situation where a trans guy is put into this sex video game, and he has no choice but to inhibit the avatar of a sexy cis woman’s body, huge jiggling boobies that bounce all around, sensitive nipples and clit, a wet cunt, and he can feel all of it as if it’s his. It’s a realistic game and he’s trapped until he wins….which means fucking as many “bosses” as possible and making them cum. He’s completely humiliated and embarrassed by being groped and fucked but, he’s embarrassed even further by liking it.

bonus points if someone is actually playing the game and he’s stuck in the avatar’s body, and the player forces him to have huge tits at the start of the game/creation part

alternatively: trans guy stick in video game avatar –> straight cis guy plays a game and gets to control what the avatar looks like, completely unaware that the “sexy girl with big boobs” is actually a trans man being embarrassed (so accidentally gay but forced to be straight)

[cvntslvtfakeboy]

reblog to make your own boobs bigger

[cvntslvtfakeboy]

the idea of forced breast growth is very hot to me because it combines my two favorite things,

body horror and big tits

like yesss! i want to go through incomprehensible horrific changes that leave me unrecognizable to myself and loved ones and get milked like a cow!

tits so big that you can't help but wanna fuck them while I try to hide them. i can't even lay down on my stomach comfortably, the tits are so sensitive that any pressure or stimulation makes me buck my hips. plus, the sheer weight of them makes it hard to move. they don't even feel like mine anymore.

and they're not, of course. my tits always belonged to you, just like my cunt and my ass and my hormones. it's all yours to play with.

wherever we go, you make me lift up my shirt and show them off. decorated with piercings that you chose. I'm always in tears from the dysphoria, but no one cares because they're too busy groping my impossibly large tits.

one time, while fucking my cunt, you promise that i can get a breast reduction if I don't cum before you. for a while, I'm able to bear the relentless pounding on my g spot... until you pinch and pull my tits like you're milking me. i cum with a squeal before you cum deep in my fertile pussy.

you want to see my tits swell even more than they already have, you want to see my brain break as I'm forced to become your pregnant breeding bitch.

[cvntslvtfakeboy]

I'm gonna shave myself smooth! Pussy, legs, stomach, and arm!

[cvntslvtfakeboy]

i want to be gangraped by a group of men who couldn’t give less of a shit about me. all holes filled, no lube, no mercy or empathy as they force me into various humiliating positions for their own pleasure. i want to hear them talk about me as if i’m not even there, commenting on how i could be tighter or how fucking stupid i am for thinking that i wasn’t made for exactly this. i want to be left dripping cum that i don’t even know the exact origin of, because they all came inside or on me somewhere.

[cvntslvtfakeboy]

I'm "definitely" a gay man, but I want a lesbian to force herself on me and eat out my soft, feminine pussy. I want to feel my pussy twitch while I'm forced to cum on her tongue. Then she fingers me and continues eating me out while I cry about how I'm dysphoric and don't like women, but my pussy cums around her fingers and on her tongue again.

When she pulls away and I think it's over, she positions herself between my legs and starts rubbing our plush, pink pussies together. I try to push her off but my body feels weak from how good my pussy feels. I start moaning while our clits kiss and she calls me a good girl when I open my legs wider. I can't deny how it makes me even wetter.

When we cum, we cum together, and I can feel her pussy twitching and pulsing against my clit and hole while I cum against her, and she definitely feels the same thing coming from me.

She gives my perky feminine breasts a large squeeze and my nipples a few good, hard sucks as a parting gift, promising she'll be back again if I only just give her a call.

I only last a day before she's at my house again, our girly moans mixing while our pussies rub together again. Maybe being a lesbian isn't so bad...

[cvntslvtfakeboy]

fakeboy dystopia where one of the most ingrained traditions are seasonal festivals.

the main attraction of the spring festival is a race through a waist-high nettle field. fakeboys have their cunts clamped open and clit hoods pulled back, after which they're made to run timed laps. cover is only allowed up to mid-thigh. the winner gets away scot-free (only with a tortured itching cunt) while every other participant is publicly stuffed with nettle leaves and then whipped with the plant as punishment for bad performance.

[cvntslvtfakeboy]

After six months of leaving your window unlocked, someone finally took the bait.

You frequent some dark corners of the internet. When tumblr wasn't enough to get you wet anymore you turned to reddit, and when that stopped working you moved to 4chan. These days the sites you cum to don't even have names, their URLs are just strings of random letters and numbers. It was in one of these places that you saw the symbol.

The only identifying feature of the original poster was an off-putting avatar image of Sonic the Hedgehog's gaping asshole. The post was a single photo of the symbol, written in thick marker on a scrap of looseleaf paper. Below it, the text read: place this symbol in your window to let passersby know it's unlocked, and you're ready to be taken advantage of.

You came when you saw that symbol. (You had been touching yourself for hours at that point, but still, the symbol is what pushed you over the edge.) You saved a screenshot of the symbol, and in the nights that followed you touched yourself to it again and again, daring yourself to do it, imagining the things strangers could do to you in your sleep. When your better judgement finally caved to that insatiable need, you touched yourself again. You sat there for an hour, edging and watching that symbol in the window, until your mind felt slow and stupid with fantasies.

You did that a few more times in the following nights. But the after a week the fantasies alone weren't doing it for you anymore, and you were increasingly realizing something that probably should have been obvious from the beginning: most people aren't into the same disgusting shit you're into. The people in those ugly little corners of the web lived all over the world. What were the odds one of them would just walk past your first-floor apartment one day?

So you forgot about it. Mostly. You left it there, of course, but the more time went by the less you believed anything would ever come of it. You turned to other places to make you cum. Lately you've been getting off on posting pictures of yourself, letting strangers describe the ways they'd like to use and abuse you.

And then this morning you found three polaroid pictures placed neatly on your kitchen table.

All three pictures are of you, naked and asleep in bed. You started sleeping naked ages ago, at the advice of a tumblr post detailing how to be more of a slut. You're glad you did now, because the feeling you get looking at these pictures is like nothing you've ever felt before. It's electric, a vibration in your brain and the pit of your stomach that makes your legs wobble and your knees press together. The first picture is of your body, undisturbed, sleeping on your stomach with your ass in the air. The second is a view from the foot of your bed, your pussy pressed against the sheets and your legs open. The third is of your face, an unfamiliar hand brushing back your hair and an unfamiliar cock resting on your cheek.

Before you can even think you're falling to your knees, masturbating desperately and furiously to those pictures. When you cum it's labored, almost painful, your breath catching in your chest, your moans short and agonized. You manage to stand long enough to take the pictures to your bed, where you're able to scrape together the self-control to edge for about five minutes before you cum for a second time.

The one you can't tear yourself away from his that cock on your face. The knowledge that someone was that close to you without your knowing. Touching you. Pleasuring himself to you. When you cum for the third time, it's to the thought that he didn't rape you, as far as you can tell. That means he intends to come back.

That night you feel like a kid waiting for Santa Clause to come. You toss and turn, too excited to sleep, but terrified that he won't follow through with it if he can tell you're awake. You close your eyes and stay as still as possible. If you can't be asleep, the best you can do is appear asleep.

You wake to sunlight streaming through your window, a little surprised to realize you fell asleep at all. You can feel immediately that something is different; you've been violated, you can feel it in your clit and in your cunt. You hurry to the kitchen and find three new polaroids. The first is a close up of your pussy, already swollen and wet. The second is taken from the same angle, but this time there's a hand in frame, three fingers pushed inside you, stretching you out. The third sends a thrill up your spine. In this picture, a man with a Halloween mask pulled up to his forehead has his head buried between your legs. His face isn't visible from this angle, but it's clear he's eating you out. What really excites you, though, is the out-of-focus smudge in the corner of the shot: you're certain it's the edge of someone's finger. There was a second person in the room with you last night, holding the camera. You wonder if he was there the night before too. You wonder if anyone else has been in your room without you knowing.

When you've cum twice, you're able to think clearly enough to wonder how you managed to sleep through all this. This isn't a cock brushing your face; this is penetration, stretching, clitoral stimulation. That isn't the kind of stuff you sleep through, is it? You get off for a while imagining you really are just that much of a whore, that you can have three fingers inside you and barely notice a thing, but then you spot the cylinder in the corner of the third picture. It's a metal canister, like an oxygen tank, connected at the top to the kind of plastic mask designed to cover your mouth and nose. They drugged you. That's why you didn't wake up. They put you into a deeper sleep so they could do what they wanted with you. Your clit is getting sore at this point, but when you come to this realization you can't help but cum one more time.

In your dreams that night someone is holding you down, kissing you, shoving his tongue down your throat. You're afraid and excited and wet, and you want to scream for help but you can't remember how to speak. Someone is saying something, but the words don't mean anything to you, and the relentless sucking on your clit is making it hard to focus on anything else. You want to moan, to arch your back, to press your legs shut, but your body isn't your own. Maybe you cum. Maybe you don't. It's hard to tell.

You come to slowly, blearily. You become aware of your surroundings one thing at a time, and out of order; first you notice the wetness, then the soreness, then the sunlight behind your closed eyelids. You stretch and rub the sleep out of your eyes, but your hands come away with more than the usual eye grit on them. With a jolt you realize your face is painted with cum, and looking down you can tell that it isn't just your face. There's cum on your tits, on your stomach, even your thighs and feet, and a hand between your legs confirms its inside you too. Hands shaking, you scoop it off your thighs and stomach, trying to get as much as you can into your pussy, fingering it deeper and deeper. You must have really taken a pounding last night, because your pussy is sore and your groin feels bruised, but the feeling of that cum inside you is worth every ounce of pain. You put a few pillows under your ass, trying to keep your hips elevated, keep it from spilling out for as long as possible. You imagine it taking root in your womb, changing your body, making your breasts and belly swell with motherhood. You imagine men you've never seen coming into you home while you're asleep and hungrily drinking your milk, squeezing and sucking so you wake up with your nipples sore. You wish one of them was here to fuck the cum deeper inside you, but you make do with your fingers. This time when you cum it's different. It isn't like the first orgasm of the day. It feels like maybe the fifth time you've cum in the last few hours; barely pleasure at all, just spine-tingling, mind-numbing sensation. Is it possible to cum in your sleep? It feels like it shouldn't be allowed, but you're having trouble thinking straight...

You need to stop touching yourself. You're sore and trembly and weirdly exhausted for someone who just woke up, but you can't stop thinking about those strangers in your bedroom, the cocks that must have been in your cunt and your asshole and your mouth. Your clit throbs, begging your fingers for just one more release. You make a compromise with yourself. You put on some panties to keep too much cum from leaking out, and you go to the kitchen to look at the pictures. But there are no polaroids on the kitchen table. Just a cheap plastic USB drive with your name in permanent marker on the side.

It shouldn't be a surprise that they know your name. They've been in your house, they can obviously find your name on your mail or your computer or your driver's license. But seeing it there in unfamiliar handwriting, one more tiny violation of privacy, makes your clit throb again, as if to remind you of its presence.

The voice of your elementary school librarian echoes in your head as you retrieve your laptop and return to bed. It is profoundly stupid, she reminds you, to plug an unfamiliar drive into your computer. There's no telling what kind of malware it could contain, and that kind of access could allow hackers to take complete control of your computer. But you've already done the most profoundly stupid thing. You've done it repeatedly, in fact, and you're in deep enough now that there may not be any going back. The drive contains a single folder, also with your name on it. The folder is full of pictures and videos, hundreds of them, from different cameras and different perspectives, every angle you could possibly want from the events of last night. Men in rubber masks, too many to count, taking turns raping your lifeless body. Stuffing their cocks down your throat and laughing as you choke reflexively. Squeezing your tits, pinching and biting your nipples. Playing with your pussy, intermittently fucking it and trying to shove ever-larger objects inside it. There's a closeup video of your face as one of the men ejaculates onto it. Another of your pussy as a cock pulls out, allowing a fat glob of cum to collect just at the entrance of your unresponsive hole. The last file in the folder is a .txt file, containing a single line of text: a string of numbers and letters that you recognize.

Right there on the first page of your favorite site is a picture of you, asleep and drenched in cum. Below it is your home address, and a short note:

Found this tasty slut by accident at the above address, just noticed the rapeme in her window and figured I'd come back that night. Good pussy, and she must like what we did to her because she hasn't taken it down yet. Stop by if you're in town; we like a limp body, but I bet she'd put up a nice fight if you'd rather forgo sedatives. Just make sure to gag her lol. don't want the neighbors complaining and ruining our fun. and remember to leave her a souvenir! She especially likes polaroids ; )

By the time you've finished reading you're in a daze. Your eyes can't seem to focus on anything. Your mind can't form a coherent thought. Your clit is no longer asking for your attention; it now demands it. As you begin to pull the panties back down, you notice something: the light next to your laptop camera is on.

You place the laptop on the bed between your legs, and begin stuffing the panties into your cunt.

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God portal pussies though.... my boyfriend hooks one up to link to me for some teasing and it's all fun and games until the conversation turns during game night. One of his friends has been curious, and wondering if they're really worth the hype. So my boyfriend obviously offers to bring his out and let his buddies inspect it.

They have no idea I'm trans, and there's people who make money by renting their holes out, so there's no reason for them to think it's me they're fingering. I have to keep my cool while the toy is passed around and everyone talks about how nice and tight the pussy is, and what a slut the girl it's connected to must be. Because why would they ever assume a guy has a pussy?

I take the first chance I get to excuse myself and hide in the bathroom, but that was my biggest mistake. In my absence my boyfriend reveals who the toy is really connected to, offers to let his buddies fuck me. Which they do. And when they're done they start stuffing the toy with whatever they can find, all the while I'm in the bathroom, trying not to make a noise as I cum over and over from the abuse. I completely miss when my boyfriend offers to let his buddies hook their portal pussies up to me, and this demonstration and certainly convinced them to buy their own.