sillyfakeboy

[sillyfakeboy]

So let’s say someone invents a pill that reverses the effects of transitioning completely within like a few hours. It makes your tits swell to even bigger than before, even if you had top surgery! Your hips get thick and wide, your voice raises back. and all the body hair goes away. Now lets say this pill got popular for being easily slipped into drinks to try and find out who is really a girl and let’s say it’s irreversible and then let’s say a group of guys slipped it into yours and they grope your new tits and ass and they start to use you as a cum dump and then let’s say

[sillyfakeboy]

said fuck it and getting high again (took 55mg worth), if I wake up still high I'll just call out of work cause I haven't felt good most of today anyways 🤷

also I wanna do a detrans notes game at some point? but I don't know what to make the goals, I need ideas

[sillyfakeboy]

need a Real Man to order me to take an edible and get on a discord call with him when the high hits. then he starts sharing his screen and it's video after video of girls getting fucked. he has like 30 different tabs open of all different kinds of porn and even a few files he has saved (origins unknown). he tells me i can't get off the call until he's done with me and makes me describe what part of each video is making me wet (obviously i also have a toy vibrating my girlclit duhhhh). the videos get more and more kinky too, and the website names get less recognizable. by this point he's also convinced me to keep hitting my pen, making me even more high and susceptible to manipulation :3

inquiries welcome <3

[sillyfakeboy]

Literal intox pet.

Chained up, living in a cozy cage in the bedroom. A bottle attached to the cage for you to drink from.

Your owner has complete control over your intake and you best believe they make sure the only fluids youre having have enough booze to keep you fucked up.

Cuddling up on the couch after they get back from work, getting your tummy rubbed while being told how much of a good pet you are!! Open your mouth for a treat. Clumsily stumble off the couch for dinner, served in two bowls, one filled with a cocktail, one with your food. You need a bath before bed of course, your owner washes and cleans you, making you take shots and giving you more treats (edibles). The only way youre allowed to sleep is by passing out wasted, your brain soaked in booze and weed, your mindset eroded down to only being able to follow your owners wants…even tho Everythings spinning so much you cant move right and youre a little sick you open your mouth for more.

Youre nearly passed out as they brush your teeth. They help you to your cage to sleep. You cant crawl a straight line, falling over and stumbling off to the side, barely getting ahead, so they have to carry you. A nightcap or two or more to end the day, along with a goodnight kiss and cuddles.

You wake up. You dont feel hungover. You feel wasted. You wait for your owner to wake up for your morning walk.

[sillyfakeboy]

listen. hear me out.

Participating in a study on long term alcohol usage. your room is cozy and safe, if you fall you wont get hurt. The only thing you ever get to drink is either straight liqour or laced with alcohol. Youre taken care of, you regularly get fed, youve got a bathroom, access to medical care.

On day one you come in, sign papers agreeing to participate etc. After thats done youre shown to your room, served your first round of liqour. A couple glasses filled with beer, a couple shots. You gulp, thats a fair amount but youve literally signed up for this.

you get to drinking. Chugging one beer, taking a shot, chasing it with a juice thats been provided. Another shot, chugging more beer. Damn theyre going down easier and easier...hehe this is fun! Best Experiment ever. Chugging, another shot...

the next day you wake up in your bed. theres no clock so you dont know what time it is. Theres new alcohol for you on the table, and your bedside table as well You blurrily look at the instructions on a paper on the wall. Youre supposed to drink up the alcohol on your bedside table completely before getting up. Of course you follow suit. Your brain feels foggy and the last thing you remember from the day before is laying on the ground drunkenly chugging more and more as to get the desired intake.

stumbling wasted again to the bathroom, almost falling off the toilet. taking a shower and falling asleep in there. going back to your room and drinking your next fill. when nurses come in to check in with you and draw your blood you can barely keep your head straight. they ask how youre feeling and all you can reply is "-hic immm..gread' i jus' feel drungg as helll haha.." while your heads lolling this way and that....

Youre made to do sobriety tests every day. Doing worse and worse at them throughout the day. At night you can only crawl along the straight line thats on the ground and even then you just drop dumbly on your side and sway hard when propped up while hiccuping.

you dont even understand some of the instructions and only giggle at them with your eyes almost fully closed.

Oh would you look at that? Time for your nighttime alcohol....

[sillyfakeboy]

being someones drunk partner. going to a social event where they’re being normal and you’re hiccuping, trying to keep your tits in your shirt, trying to open your eyes emough when anyone talks to uou

[sillyfakeboy]

I can't stop thinking about having a couple friends being possible intox sluts but them not even knowing about the kink and never actually considering it. It's just that each time they go hang out they get wasted and record videos to show me and the rest of the group.

So I decide to test it, I go to one of their lil hangouts. They tease me about being a lightweight because I'm barely drinking, their other friend falls asleep a couple hours in, and now it's just me and them. They keep pouring shots, determined to finish what's left of their vodka, while I watch.

One lets out a sick sounding burp, so we force him to pause, he complains and whines until I whisper that I got something for him. And I allow the other, who seems to be going strong, to finish the bottle.

I pull him out to the balcony, he sways forward the second he's on his feet. He's taller than me, a poor, chubby thing. And I help him stumble the whole way. When we sit back down he slumps into the chair, and I laugh at him while I offer him a vape pen.

He blinks at me, eyes getting as big as they can in their droopy state. He has only tried weed once since he was struggling a few years ago- but I encourage him to hit it.

I leave him there and go check on the other. He's much skinnier, a little less tall, a surprising tolerance. But the amount he's chugging back definitely has him bloated. Apparently, he's done with the bottle, because he holds it up to me and hiccups like I have to solve it. I offer him a beer and chuckle when he struggles to open it. He's slowly sliding forward in his chair, nose closer and closer to the table. But he's determined to show me he can finish this too and he can absolutely handle himself.

When I get back out, my friend barely recognizes me, so entirely crossfaded he's drooling into his shirt. He babbles about seeing stars and that everything wobbles and tingles. I put a hand on him and he shivers. And me, being graceful as I am, lead him back in while letting him rut his hard-on onto my leg.

I drop him on the couch and give him a beer so he can alternate between hits and curing his dry mouth. And go fetch my other babe, who's crawled himself into the kitchen and is guzzling beer on the floor, curled around the pack.

"C'mon, babe, let's go play something," I try, but he shakes his head, mumbling about how he can do this, he's fine, he can do it for me.

So, my only option is to feel him over while I help him stagger and plop down right next to my other buddy. His stomach is so visibly distended from beer, but I tuck the beer pack next to him so he can continue.

I step back and take a picture, they smile blearily at me, barely even recognizing who I am. They know I bring good things, and that's as far as their soaked brains can process before they go for more.

[sillyfakeboy]

I’m another trans guy who absolutely loves your blog. I especially love when you write about object insertion, even better if they’re weird objects. I’d love for you to stuff me full with a bottle or put me on a bed post or a railing post on your porch and then make me come until I can’t take it anymore (and then some)

I think, were I to put you on a porch post, it would be interesting to see how low your cunt can sink. Every time you cum you'd give out just a little more and get just that much wetter. The best part would be when your feet finally touched the floor, your imitate reaction being relief to finally not be dangling from your cunt. So much that it takes you a second to fully realize just how impaled you must be. Remember how high up you were to start? I'd like to think you'd be sobbing the next time you came, cunt weakly spasming around an entire wooden post. Once you're good and broken in, it's only logical to leave you there for a day or two and just play with your little clitdick any time I'm outside.

[sillyfakeboy]

Make her answer 'stupid' to every question

What's your name? Stupid

What should I call you? Stupid

How do you look? Stupid

How do you feel? Stupid

What do you want to be? Stupid

What do people think of you? Stupid

What do I think of you? Stupid

What do you think you are? Stupid

What are your ambitions? Stupid

What's your personality? Stupid

What's your future? Stupid

How does your pumped up suckhole make you look? Stupid

How do you want it to make you look? Stupid

What will other people think when they look at you? Stupid

How does Daddy make you feel? Stupid

How would you describe yourself? Stupid

How does Daddy like you? Stupid

What are good girls? Stupid

What are you? Stupid

[sillyfakeboy]

if you catch yourself doing something ridiculous like thinking, redirect ur thoughts to your cunt. you should be thinking about your pussy. in fact, you should be using your holes to think. think with your cunt.

[sillyfakeboy]

remember fakeboys !! if you're not comfortable going out and having a real man put a baby in you IRL, you can always be a worthless porn doll for strangers!!!

ive been doing nothing but what men have told me for the past 24 hours and ive never felt more feminine!!

ive sunk to lows i swore i never would!!

there is really nothing better.

you'll always feel better (or so much worse) after !!

or better yet ! never stop ! skip class! skip work! dont hang out with friends!! just obey random men on the internet! get addicted to the pain they make you inflict on yourself!!

if you need help finding men to expose yourself to dm me !!

if you're not comfy with talking directly to the men i can be like a 3rd party translator!!!

all i want is for us all to be happy and horny forever!!!

suffer for male approval!!

[sillyfakeboy]

I love doing those alcoholic drinks calculators on line. I've half almost five standard drinks in two hours. j can barely keep my eyes open and all I want is someone to fucke me into the mattress and make me completely melt away

[sillyfakeboy]

Dont call me by my name. Call me tits, call me cunt, call me womb. I'm not a person, I'm a collection of useful meat and you should remind me of that.

[sillyfakeboy]

i think the process of getting t and other gender affirming care should include strapping fake boys down on a table and fucking them for hours. hours of stuffing their creamy hole. hours of vibrators on their clit. they should be cumming several times during each passing hour. and it’s only when they’re done cumming when they’re done riding massive waves of pleasure should we ask if they still think they’re a boy.

[sillyfakeboy]

i love subtle mind control/mental alteration. small changes that might not be noticable - enough to make them feel like something might be off, but it feels so good they don't really want to question it.

things like compelling them to tell you every time they're horny, making them unconsciously prefer to sit at your feet, dress sluttier, talk more submisively and rely on you more for help. all just to watch them slowly corrupt themselves into more and more of a mindless unaware slut

[sillyfakeboy]

i need someone to convince me to start inducing lactation 'just to know what it's like' before i get top surgery. then by the time i'm in a place to get surgery i love getting milked too much to ever get rid of my udders

[sillyfakeboy]

You are porn.

After all you were raised on it.

You are a slut.

Let yourself feel happy, whore yourself out.

You are a cocksleeve.

A man's dick gives you purpose.

Embrace it.

Fighting it will only make you sad and depressed.

Rub your cunt.

It will keep you happy!