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Here is a compilation of me wearing tight yoga pants with no underwear underneath, just groping and jiggling the fake tits I'm wearing!
I had my mastectomy 4 years ago. But imagining these are my actual udders turns me on sooo much... 🥵
So tempted to walk around outside like this in public, being totally exposed to all the looks strangers would give me. Especially since my head looks very manly.... If anybody saw me like this I'd die of embarrassment and it would make my pussy drool.... 🤤
Like please, just verbally humiliate me 🥵
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Imagine you're a transman, 6 years on testo and post top surgery. And after a long time of contemplating you finally give in to your breeding kink. You decide to get pregnant and birth a child. For the kinky experience and also because you always wanted at least one child, anyway. It's only 9 months after all. And if you seclude yourself and don't leave your house much during this time, you won't get too many looks from people. Therefore: The embarrassment shall be bearable. And for your desire to know what it's like to be heavily pregnant and giving birth: It's worth it.
So you have a very well built as male passing body, broad shoulders and narrow hips. In your mind you live through the pregnancy, enjoy it as much as you can and after you gave birth to your baby, you work on getting your body back in shape, hit the gym or something and after 1-2 years it's as if nothing ever happened, just with a biological child. All of this sounded like a wonderful plan to you ❤️
But then imagine your body changes waaay more you could have ever expected. Your hips widen to an extend you get a total pear shape. And the fat distribution in your whole body all sacks down to your thighs. Giving you huge thighs with cellulite. Your stomach grew so gigantic it will irreversibly keep on hanging with plenty of stretch marks on it. You now have a total obvious mom-bod and it will never change back, despite you resuming testo after you gave birth! You're cursed to stay like this because no matter how hard you try, your post pregnancy body doesn't want to change anymore.... 🥵
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humiliating a fakeboy post top surgery by making him wear a chestplate with ridiculous oversized silicone bimbo tits outside. slather his face in whore makeup, dress him in skin tight revealing clothing and watch as everyone's eyes drift toward his new tits and slutty outfit. really make him feel like the attention-seeking woman he is
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My oh my, the fakeboys are just flocking here, aren't they~? That's okay, there are plenty of ways to trap you in your innate femininity, all of them suitably pathetic.
Who better to turn into a bleach blonde bubbly brainless bimbo than a fakeboy? I'm no hypnotist, but I'm pretty sure overloading your bubblegum brain every time you try to function like a person would slowly make it more appealing to just give up. All you need to know is keeping your appearance just perfect, and I'll make it nice and easy for you. Just have everything fake. Fake hair, fake eyelashes, fake lips, fake tits, fake ass. If you're good I'd let you shave all over, if you try to be difficult I'll wax you, and way more often than you need until I see an attitude improvement. No need to worry your pretty little head if you ruined your body with T or even surgery, if the clockiest of fakegirls can pull it off, you'll have know problem. It'd be degrading for a cis woman, but I know just how deeply it'll torture you, and I *relish* it. After so many years running from this to become the embodiment of it. Maybe I'll let you have some hookups to relieve your urges sometimes if you're a good girl.
That's far from my only approach, though. Maybe you'd be better suited as a living doll. Dressed up and made up however I please, subject to change at any moment. It would be delicious to just shut my eye candy in a cute little glass display case. Who knows how long you'd just be kept like that? You want out? Better strike a pose and smile nice and wide, then~! Behave and you might get a cute chair in there, but if you want any time out of there, especially to eat or sleep, it would be very silly to make a fuss. Maybe I'd sometimes treat you to a gothy look so you could scowl for a while. As absolutely vile as I find your sexual urges, a nice little sometimes treat could be a vibe strapped to you in your case. Better hold still, though~! Keep up your pose, smile and don't make any noise, or I might be forced to switch the thing off so you can focus on what's actually important, standing there looking pretty for me. You'd probably be the easiest to torment, I could even just poke you with a stick for fun and watch you try to hold still~!
You really wanna try to be a man while you're that much of a subby little wimp? Then how about I treat you like any other failed man, sissy~? Only the pinkest, laciest, frilliest of lingerie for you, to really show off that feminine body of yours. If that T made you want sex so much, I'll make you even more sick of it than I am through sheer repitition. Creepy straight men railing every hole you have, degrading threesomes with curious couples, maybe some nice cuckqueaning in there too. Just watching a real man pound a woman, tied up and pleasureless on the sidelines, waiting to be ordered over to clean them up with your tongue once they're done. After all, you could never please a woman~! I'd make sure everything slutty little hookup you have takes the time to really sink it into your head all the ways the man is nothing like you, and the woman is hard to tell apart from you. She, her, she, her, she, her. In the little rest time I give you, whatever you're storing between your legs will be locked away, as will your titties if you still have them. Can't have you getting pleasure any other way than demeaning sex that makes you feel awful about yourself~!
Do you ever feel like the stressful world is too much? I can always make use of a puppygirl~! Wearing my collar comes with it's own conditions, though. You'll be stark naked all the time, not a shred of clothing. Just your undeniably female body on full display. You're not allowed on any furniture but the inside of your doggy cage. If you're a good girl, I might even make it nice and soft inside, rather than making you sleep on cold, hard metal. No more talking all of your communication is to be in the form of yelps, panting, whining, yipping and maybe a rare bark. You'll be toilet retrained to beg to be let outside to piss on the grass on all fours, and you'll be fed my scraps in a bowl. I'll refirect all of your mental energy in learning humiliating little trucks for me. And I hope you don't think this will be an escape from being suitably feminised just because you'll be naked. Your collar, ears, tail and anything I might put in your hair will more than make up for it. Maybe I'd make sure to have more than one of you so you can hump each other, well out of my sight and earshot. And know I'm a disciplinarian type of owner.
Finally, I think all of my hard work breaking fakers left and right should earn me a pretty little maid. Puffy, frilly little maid dress, cute little pink gloves with immaculately manicured nails underneath. You'll be pretty integral to the running of the whole operation, actually. Preparing every meal, keeping the entire place spotless, washing clothes by hand, for no other reason than it'll be brutal work and take you forever, and that's honestly hilarious to make you do when there's a far quicker, easier way. Polishing the dolls' display cases, cleaning the puppies' cages, making sure the dumb doggy bitches don't break anything. I could have plenty of fun summoning you with a bell, maybe to inspect to make sure you're staying pretty enough, maybe order you to do something literally meaningless just to waste time and energy you need for things that actually need doing. Or just call you over to deliberately make a mess right in front of you to make you clean it up, another straw on the camel's back of your heavy workload. The cherry on top of all this is you'll have to stay humble and respectful at all times. Kneeling, bowing, serving me drinks, always speaking meekly. I wonder what I'd have you call me~! I think Prince is suited to my brilliance, prettiness and cuteness, and absolute authority over you. The amount of control I have, you'd be lucky for just a physical punishment. Sexual urges? Oh honey, I just don't think you'll have time~!
Reading through that, you may have had an idea of which role you'd slot nicely into. But I'm not a nice person, you're getting the role you absolutely can't stand. Just one more delicious layer of making you envy your fellow fakeboys doing something you'd prefer <3
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Same anon as the last one you answered ^°^
Im a fakeboy >w<
Awwwwww, silly little girlie~! Don't get to thinking you're some kind of man now just because you can't be bred anymore. I'd take even greater enjoyment lovking that useless thing up permanently, after you fought soooooo hard to get it~! A little sleight of hand with which hormone is in your injections and your body will mostly revert to its natural shape. I expect you probably had your healthy breasts amputated, but you're not escaping it that easily~! Short term, you'll be wearing very lifelike breast forms until we can get you some nice implants. This is a golden opportunity to make you sooooo much bustier than you ever were before~!
I'm not even letting you get off lightly by just shaving your body hair~! You're getting waxed all over. Maybe I'd peel it off super sloooooowly to let you feel each hair leaving your body, or set your nerves on fire by yanking it way harder than needed. Physical and mental pain in tandem as your masculinity is stripped away. Maybe you'd eventually take estrogen willingly just so you don't have to go through that quite so often~!
It should go without saying that haircuts would be strictly banned unless maintaining it around stomach level. Maybe you just never learned how to use makeup, but what luck, I'm a femboy~! I can make sure you study the art nice and diligently~! Nail polish too, gotta perfect the important things~! You can't escape that you're naturally so pretty even now. Of course, you couldn't hold a candle to me, but your natural feminity certainly gives you a nice starting point.
You're stroking yourself again, aren't you~? You want it soooooo bad~! No self respecting trans man would ever. Why don't we donate your T to a real one who needs it, hmmmm~? I guess go learn to suck cock or whatever it is you freaks do lmao
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I don’t use my dildo much because it makes my discharge heavier the next day and that makes me uncomfortable and dysphoric, but I really ought to use it more. After all, I spent my money on it. So for every note this gets is how many orgasms I must have while stuffed until I’m allowed to have an empty orgasm again.
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If you think being a cow feels good now, just wait until you're bigger! A pair of huge, soft tits hanging off of your chest, wobbling and bouncing with even the tiniest of your movements. Just finding a bra big enough to hold them is an exercise in humiliation and dysphoria but, God, does it make you so fucking wet. And when you squeeze yourself into that binder, stretching it out nearly to its limits, titflesh spilling out through every opening it can find, there's nothing quite like it. Your head swims with arousal even before you've turned on the pumps. As soon as you do, that rhythmic tugging on your swollen nipples forces a deep moan from your chest, grinding your feminine hips against your chair. This is how you were meant to be. A woman. A cow. A pair of gigantic tits.
oh my godddd i didnt even think about the way my tits would bulge out of my binder more and more as they'd grow... im just tits i wanna outgrow my binder so bad ♡
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my tits are what make me the most dysphoric. when fabric rubs against them, or I brush past something enough to feel against my nipples. when I'm running and I can still feel them bouncing inside my binder, or when I lean over to pick something up at home and they dangle down from my chest and sway...
I don't want you to make me love my tits, I want you to enjoy how much I hate them. I want you to make me walk around the house topless so I can never escape. Grab my nipples and jiggle my teats around when I try to talk back to you. Make me get piercings so you can attack bells to them, so that with every movement I'm reminded of the fat tits attached to my chest. Point them out in everything I wear, play with them in front of a mirror and make me watch... And I want all of it to be the most humiliating and dysphoria inducing experience possible.
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your tits are slowly getting bigger. you try to deny it to yourself, your binder must be shrinking in the wash, your back hurts because of your posture, maybe you just put on a couple extra pounds. you’re terrified of admitting what’s actually happening— which is that your breasts are growing, slowly, but with no sign of stopping.
at work you catch a glimpse of your reflection. there’s a noticeable bump in your shirt, one that wasn’t always there. you’re embarrassed, you look away and ignore it, even as your tits are straining against the sides of your binder.
the next day you struggle to get your binder over your chest at all. you manage it, somehow, shoving your udders into their confines, even though you know it wont do any good. you don’t have time to worry about the cleavage it gives you because you’re already running late.
you’re uncomfortable during your shift— your binder is so tight you can feel your hard nipples rubbing up against the fabric. you can barely focused, you’re sweating and clumsy. while serving a customer you drop something and laugh self-consciously. as you bend to pick it up, it happens. your binder rips down the side seams and your tits jiggle and flop freely underneath your shirt. the customer is a tall guy in his 30s, and he snickers as you stand back up in shock. your fat boobs are horribly bouncy and noticeable beneath your shirt, and the customer wastes no time groping you and tugging at your sensitive nipples. you can’t help it. you moan loudly, shamefully, and cum from having your tits molested at work.
i’d have to do the rest of my shift with my tits bouncing and jiggling everywhere. i’d be so unused to them being out that i’d turn and knock things over with my tits
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every morning i wake up full of anxiety & shame...i tell myself that i'm taking this kink too far & i really do want to live as a man
then within an hour of waking up my hand is down between my legs rubbing & rubbing while i think about what a good girl i'm going to be now
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what is it about breeding that does it for you?
Isn't my whole blog basically an essay on this topic?
The short answer is that I'm very into (a) power, and (b) coercive, uncontrollable desire. The ability to cause pregnancy - and thereby change someone's body, identity, and life - is a fundamental form of power, and lends itself to all kinds of stories, from lovey-dovey "I want to make you mine forever" planned pregnancies to raping a baby into a girl while she struggles and then walking away. The fact that many women (and trans men) are practically beset by an overwhelming urge to get pregnant - even, or especially, if it's against their will - makes it much sweeter.
Narratively, breeding is also a relatively easy kink to write about because, well, the climax is the climax - the man's orgasm, depicted or threatened or hinted at, is a single moment that changes everything, which is an easy dramatic hook.
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I think it’d be so hot to hypnotize a sub and give her baby fever. Make her so horny that she’s practically pulling my pants down and letting me fuck her raw wherever we are. The entire time she’s begging me to put a baby in her as she fucks me ravenously, only stopping once all of my cum is in her womb
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people into misgen but who hate the changes fakeboys get on T are the weakest denominators. you don’t think their swollen, puffy clits are hot, you think they’re not begging to be abused? you’re not into a leaky mess unprepared for the spike in her libido, hungry for cock like a bitch in heat? the adorable little vocal fry when she’s got the register of a boy but she’s moaning like a girl?
i don’t give a fuck what her “natural state” is, i’m into her hottest state. and this? hottest. easily.
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Same anon as the last one you answered ^°^
Im a fakeboy >w<
Awwwwww, silly little girlie~! Don't get to thinking you're some kind of man now just because you can't be bred anymore. I'd take even greater enjoyment lovking that useless thing up permanently, after you fought soooooo hard to get it~! A little sleight of hand with which hormone is in your injections and your body will mostly revert to its natural shape. I expect you probably had your healthy breasts amputated, but you're not escaping it that easily~! Short term, you'll be wearing very lifelike breast forms until we can get you some nice implants. This is a golden opportunity to make you sooooo much bustier than you ever were before~!
I'm not even letting you get off lightly by just shaving your body hair~! You're getting waxed all over. Maybe I'd peel it off super sloooooowly to let you feel each hair leaving your body, or set your nerves on fire by yanking it way harder than needed. Physical and mental pain in tandem as your masculinity is stripped away. Maybe you'd eventually take estrogen willingly just so you don't have to go through that quite so often~!
It should go without saying that haircuts would be strictly banned unless maintaining it around stomach level. Maybe you just never learned how to use makeup, but what luck, I'm a femboy~! I can make sure you study the art nice and diligently~! Nail polish too, gotta perfect the important things~! You can't escape that you're naturally so pretty even now. Of course, you couldn't hold a candle to me, but your natural feminity certainly gives you a nice starting point.
You're stroking yourself again, aren't you~? You want it soooooo bad~! No self respecting trans man would ever. Why don't we donate your T to a real one who needs it, hmmmm~? I guess go learn to suck cock or whatever it is you freaks do lmao
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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.
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Breast expansion is sooooo hot for a trans fakeboy. Good luck trying to pass off as a guy when your tits are bursting through your shirt. Especially if it includes lactation. All fakeboys like me should have their tits balloon up so everyone knows they're just slutty girly cows wanting to be groped
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