mtf-pupperino

[mtf-pupperino]

I need to pull down a fakegirls boxers and eat his hairy hole NOW

[mtf-pupperino]

did you pass as a girl before you detransed?

mm depends, i was always taller than most men but i started hrt early and i worked very hard on voice training so i usually passed pretty well. detransitioning has ruined that though, i just look completely male now 😵‍💫❤️ if someone calls me they instead of he it feels wrong 🤤

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you will never ever be a woman <3 just a creepy, perverted man

I've been ao afraid to answer this but... it's true

I do still in a way feel like I'm a trans girl and a woman buuut not having been able to start hrt yet and then getting into and loving this kink and idea that I'm just a d-delusional confused b-boy then I guess that's right y-yea

I-I am a a creepy, perverted, disgusting man ♂️

[mtf-pupperino]

Sometimes I think about making friends with a fakegirl and for a while we are just good friends but I start to relax around "her" a little and stop binding when "she" comes over or wearing some of my old girl clothes because it's warm at my place.

"She" can't help "her" natural reaction and gets hard seeing my little braless tits through a shirt so thin "she" can clearly see my nipples. I can't help but act shy and submissive when "she" is around, "she" is so tall and "her" big hands would feel so good grabbing me. So when I noticed "her" hard cock under "her" pretty skirt I can't help put push up the fabric and start serving "her."

Hands at first, soft and delicate and then that nice hard dick is in my mouth, I can't help it. This is what my female body was made for, serving and pleasuring males. "She" can't fight it anymore than I can. Nature always wins out. "She" grabs me and pushes me down on all fours and stuffs that nice hard cock in my dripping cunt. Using me to dump load after load of cum. Just like it should be. A silly little girl getting banged and bred by a big strong man.

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Hey Jay, I had an idea for forcing a little failgirl faggot like you to man up again with the assistance of some T gel.

I would catch you getting dressed up in some silly girl costume, still getting your makeup on, already wearing a skirt as short as you dare to try and a thong that's doing its best to support your heavy male sack the way your jockstrap actually can. Well, I'm not having any of that in my house, so I would haul you bodily over to the bed and pin you face down with my boot between your shoulder blades. It would be no trouble at all to flip your skirt up and then load my palm up with a couple pumps of T gel. A firm grip on your bare ass and you get the idea, squirming and begging as I work the gel into your skin so it can do its work. Another two pumps to the other cheek and you're nearly naked as your stiff throbbing manhood pulls your thong away from your body. And that's that, you've been given a good strong dose of your natural hormones, your makeup smeared into the sheets, and your male anatomy achingly obvious to anyone. Maybe after a few more doses you'll be strong enough to resist, if you still want to play this game. For now, I expect you'll find some skeevy rape porn to jerk off to, pretending to be the man in the video so you can feel in control again. It's going to feel so satisfying reasserting yourself as a man after that humiliation, you know it.

Oh my god 🥵 the dypshoria this would cause me 🥴

I haven't dressed that fem and gone out in years, let alone do my makeup. It would be like my one last attempt at asserting my womanhood, only to be taken away and violently reset by a daddy that knows best 🙈

I'd probably start growing even more hair along my ass if you applied it there, making me into more of a dad bod than a twinky MILF, and my "throbbing manhood" would give me away so easily. I'll start finding more cnc stuff now so that I can be the one humiliating others and getting them off 😈

[mtf-pupperino]

Please please please I need a cute terf to shame me for having male mannerisms and a male unshaven cock and male thoughts and male behavior, I want her pull me from my cock tightened around a leash for her pleasure, shame me when I get boners in public and expose me, ruining my stealthness, grabbing my cock in public, outing me as her boyfriend and that I get hard when she calls me like that.

please please pleaseeeeee

femme terfs I love you I want to serve you so bad and be you faggy purse boytoy that you can put make up on and a dildo for you my queen please plaese

[mtf-pupperino]

Girls who can't keep their hands off their cocks, girls that give in to their masculine urges, girls that go without estrogen doses to shoot thick ropes, girls whose cocks have darkened from years of constant pumping, girls who spend all day gooning in musky, rancid rooms.

Yeah, those are the girls that'll fix you

[mtf-pupperino]

The bimbo to bear pipeline. Those big fake tits will make for great hairy man boobs one day

[mtf-pupperino]

Thinking about getting so excited to take estrogen for the first time, only for someone to secretly switch my needles out so I'm injecting myself full of testosterone...

[mtf-pupperino]

need this to happen to me :333

(art by zeydaan)

[mtf-pupperino]

it is /so/ easy to make fakegirls and fakeboys melt. literally all you have to do is get flirty with them and then say you'll stop if they don't tell you their deadname.

they'll give it to you just like that.

and then you've got something to call them that'll make them swoon every time. the secret is that trannies just weren't shown enough care before they started pretending to be someone else, so a little bit of kindness goes a long way. try praising them as their real gender; try saying "I love you, [deadname]"—they really need to hear it and they'll be in tears soon enough, thanking you for making it okay to be who they always were.

[mtf-pupperino]

I may look like a girl and be passing, but I have the manly instinct of shoving my hairy big beast into my pretty coworkers mouth and breed their holes for wearing such tiny tight skirts.

I have to jerk off in the bathroom thinking about them because they get my cock hard, and then when I get home I jerk off watching their instagram photos and the folder of thirst traps they have posted in their stories, I screenshot them because they look so hot and save them for when I need to jerk my meat and grunt like a man and shoot some heavy loads as I drop the act.

Girly bestie during the day, manly gooner when nobody is watching.

I need a gf that loves that side of me and lets me use her pussy while she calls me a good boy, please.

[mtf-pupperino]

[mtf-pupperino]

How would you transition a cis girl into a good boy?

Slowly. I’d start her on a low dose of T - lots of cis women do it these days! I’d highlight the benefits that I know she’d like: ceasing to menstruate, clitoral growth, and heightened sex drive.

Next would come little changes. Maybe we’re dating, so I let her wear my clothes. I tell her how my celebrity crush is Audrey Hepburn in Roman Holiday or some other actress with short hair. Maybe I’m freshening up my own buzzcut and offer to give her one too. Shouldn’t every modern woman shave her head at least once?

Then, I’d weaponize our misogynistic society to her benefit and paint my motive as feminism. Girls don’t need to wear makeup and I think she looks just as beautiful without it, if not even more beautiful. Body hair is in these days, she should go all natural. The pink tax on deodorant and perfume is insane, just use my deodorant and cologne.

Then, I’d encourage her to drink. She’d look cute with a beer belly and drunk girls are lazy girls. Whenever we fuck, I’d turn on gay porn. Isn’t it just awful how the porn industry treats women? I’d take her from the back and make sure she sees the similarities between herself and the whiney bottom, even if just subconsciously. This is when I start jokingly calling her my twink, my good boy, and my boyfriend. It’s our little inside joke, nothing more than casual pet names.

Of course, I’ll keep finding new ways to push the boundaries. She should up her dose of T. Oh, she has a mustache coming in? It’s cute and progressive. Maybe we come up with a “boy” name for her or a masculine nickname based off of her birth name. At some point, she’ll realize one of two things: either she’s always been a man or living as a man is far easier.

Either way, I don’t mind. He’s my boyfriend and I’ll support him no matter what.

[mtf-pupperino]

all bodies are beautiful

thinking about my cis friends inviting me to a nudist beach. for the first time in years i’m not gendered by my clothing, my softened face, or my carefully trained voice.

gender and pronouns at a nudist beach are so easy, i hear someone joke. “you don’t need to worry about offending anyone,” she laughs, seemingly without a shred of awareness. i realize suddenly i have found myself far from the world of passing and presentation and “name and pronoun rounds”.

one of my friends chides another, “of course you can look at people’s bodies, you moron, just don’t stare!”

all it takes now is little glance, and people know. every laughing, beaming, nervous, brave person stepping out of their comfort zone and trying something new, wordlessly sharing in the joy of feeling free and the excitement of doing something so vulnerable, they’re all nervous about the same thing, about people seeing what they have. penises and pussies. but in truth, nobody minds all that much. i overhear a stranger telling her friend as much, “look, every other woman here’s in the same position as you. bush or no bush, we’ve all got the same bits!”

all bodies are natural and beautiful, my friends remind me, sensing my nerves. even mine. but walking side by side with them, suddenly i’m overhearing whispers from strangers.

“doesn’t he have the most incredible smooth skin?”

“oh my god, the butt on that guy”

“aww, he has such a pretty little face”

i hear one woman giggle, “you’d almost mistake him for a girl if he didn’t have that.

a couple of times girls approach me with a glimmer in their eyes, asking me how i get my hair looking so soft. one of my cis girl friends smiles and replies, “he’s blessed, isn’t he?”

i’m stunned. more stunned when i ask and discover she didn’t say it by mistake. “aw, i’m so sorry, babe,” she says, sincerely. “i didn’t think it was right for me to just out you, you know?”

my silence makes her uncomfortable and she continues. “if i say she, people are going to...” i can hear her struggling not to mention my penis. “with what people are saying today, about you, i thought it might be simpler for you.”

my friends are just looking out for me. they have decided that today it’s best for me to just be a boy. something about that fact, the fact that here, naked, i am just a boy, that my boyness is so admired and even coveted here, that no matter how feminine my other parts might be, my maleness is undeniable, unhideable, swelling... i notice myself swelling suddenly. i cover myself, try to make it look natural.

“boy problems,” i hear a woman laugh to her friend as they walk past. i fall to my knees in the sand. i can’t even look up.

my friend tries to reassure me, “it’s okay, precious, it’s perfectly natural.” my heart is racing. “it’s your first time. it’s normal for it to have an effect on some gu- some… on some people. i know it’s embarrassing, but… do you wanna go and take care of yourself in the bathroom? no one will see.”

she offers to walk me over to the public bathroom and i accept, walking directly behind her to give myself as much chance of hiding it as possible. it doesn’t help that i’ve got the perfect naked female curves of her butt to look at the whole time.

by the time we approach the bathrooms my girldick is completely stiff. my heart races as she walks me towards the bathroom with FEMALE painted on the brick beside the entrance. i almost panic and refuse, but i can sense i’ve been through enough humiliation for one day, and having to go into the male bathroom might just break me. despite her blatant misgendering of me earlier, she must sense that too. but she seems oblivious to the danger i’m walking into, and it takes all my strength to follow her in.

she enters the change rooms naked and immune with the undeniable femaleness of her body, no balls beneath the roundness of her butt, nothing but smooth tummy and pubic hair on her front. the bathroom is mercifully empty. i like to think she would have shown some caution if it hadn’t been, but she leads me in without seeming to share in any of my terror. despite it being empty, having my hard penis hanging there inside a place designated FEMALE feels like a disgusting violation.

my friend gestures lightly toward the two cubicles. “do you want me to stay here or wait outside?” she asks. my face goes hot.

“outside,” i say as briefly as i can. the thought of my friend hearing me masturbate might have had some appeal under other circumstances, but after the day’s endless humiliation i just wish i could vanish into the floor. i step inside the cubicle and hear the sound of her bare feet on the wet concrete as she leaves, mingled with the sound of new footsteps coming in, giving me just enough time to slam the door behind me. it’s an old door and i see that there’s no lock. i stand there holding the door, gritting my teeth. with a couple of shoves i’m able to jam it into place without the need of a lock, but it’s not ideal.

at this point i notice i’m so wet that it’s left a trail of stickiness from the tip of my penis to my tummy. the two girls who’ve entered are talking loudly, almost yelling in the echo of the bathroom.

“…like he was so polite, and it was a fair enough, but like”

“yeah”

“there’s the timing, right? like i’m not gonna walk in first thing when i get home and just start telling him to…”

it’s loud enough that there’s no way anybody would overhear me slicking myself. my heart speeds up. i’m about to masturbate in the girls’ bathroom because my cis female friend told me to. surely that’s okay, right? nobody wants to see someone walking around the beach with a hard-on. it’s only polite, i tell myself. there’s no way i can go back out anyway, not like this.

i start stroking and try to tune out the yelling. with how hard i am it’s clear it won’t take me long. naked, glistening, and rubbing myself off in such a naturally male motion while women talk naked nearby in a place nobody without a vagina is meant to be, it’s impossible for me not to feel like a boy. i can feel myself twitching, about to go over the edge.

“hang on,” i hear one of the girls say. i freeze. i’m so close but i let go of my dick and bend over on the toilet as much as i can to cover myself as her footsteps near. right as i think she’s about to burst through the door the sound of the next cubicle door creaking makes me inhale audibly. she sits down naked on the plastic seat and her stream is so heavy i decide i can get away with finishing. i’m too close. my fingers are so slick and i pump away with impunity knowing she won’t hear. i’m ready to finish myself.

the door is shoved open in front of me and the woman squeals an apology, backing out, noticing before i have a chance to cover it what exactly i have between my legs.

“oh. oh my god,” she stammers.

“i’m sorry,” i say through the orgasm that finally washes over my helpless, twitching body as she watches. it’s too late and my cum spurts onto to the floor between us.

“oh my god, there’s a boy. there’s a boy in here touching himself.”

i almost tell them i’m a girl, but there’s no point. like my friends have already decided, i’m a boy here.

“get the FUCK OUT. NOW. this is a FEMALE bathroom, get OUT you disgusting male.”

still hard, i bolt out, completely failing to cover my still dripping, twitching cock. tears are welling in my eyes. my friend catches me, having just heard the commotion, and quickly leads me away.

“in here,” she says, doing me a favour and sending me into the male bathroom. “go clean yourself up. quick.”

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Idk what's gotten into me(ngl my body might be able to make more t than i thought it could with no balls)but I spent my entire shower getting distracted this morning jiggling my fat belly and imagining pinning a twinky little fakegirl under it while I fucked my slit with his cock and told him even tho I'm a hairy dirty bear I'm more of a woman that he'll ever be because of my slit. Dw tho aftercare includes telling him what a cute delicate little boywife he'd make to make him feel better as i held him close and he cried himself to sleep🥰🥰

[mtf-pupperino]

need to find a fat gooner dude to hook up with who refuses to date me and makes me call his asshole my boyfriend