#ftmtf cnc

[ezrasbedroom]

tbh i just get really horny thinking abt somebody dictating my appearance and forcing me to look like their ideal girl. not being allowed to cut my hair, take my testosterone, bind my tits, wear masculine clothing… i’m probably wet rn just from thinking abt it.

and then being made to wear lacy bras and panties, skin-tight outfits, makeup??? so hot. my god.

[catskitty]

How will anyone see me as a boy with these fat udders?

[ftmtfpussy]

First date idea if you're going out with a fakeboy:

Rape him her and get him her pregnant so he she has to detransition :3 maybe his her parents will even force him her to marry you so the family won't gossip about a child out of wedlock - you get a housewife and a rape toy!

[permanentlyfemale]

⚠️ Feminization, Misgendering, Forced detrans kink ahead! ⚠️

Today is a scary day for you. As a trans man, finding the right therapist is far more difficult than it is for most people, especially as you weren’t looking for just a new therapist today. You also need someone to write you a top surgery letter. Although you’ve only been on T for 2 months, barely enough to notice anything besides an increased libido and clit growth, your breasts are by far your biggest source of dysphoria. You often wear two binders when you’re going anywhere, and even then, a sizable bump is visible on your chest. You’re hoping they may become easier to bind with hormones, but you already know that you’ll need surgery regardless.

“Milo Brown?” A masculine voice calls your name from across the room. Glancing up, you see a very attractive man, much taller than you, looking to be in good shape under his professional attire, but not overly muscular. His dark shoulder-length wavy hair and stubble complement his gentle, masculine face and warm brown eyes.

Surprised by the man’s beauty, you stumble on your words as you rise from your seat. “I- uh- I’m here.”

“Great! Let’s get back to my office.” He smiles warmly and gestures for you to follow him out of the waiting room and down a hallway, passing mostly empty offices on the way. This doesn’t seem too odd, as there was construction on the lower floor. Maybe some patients didn’t like the noise and cancelled? Or maybe you’re trying to distract yourself from thinking of the exceedingly attractive man that may soon be your therapist. You’ve considered yourself gay since coming out, but starting hormones has certainly made that attraction all the more apparent.

As he opens his office door, you’re surprised by how casual it is. There’s a long couch next to an armchair, with a clipboard set neatly on top. His desk is to the side, seemingly ignored while clients were present in favor of a more personal layout. Thinking of something to say as you sat on the couch, you spit out “I like your office.”

“Thank you Milo, I spent a lot of time thinking of the anatomy of the room and how to make my clients most at ease. I find this works best.” He smiles at you, his eyes gentle and enticing. “I’m Dr. Sterling, I specialize in support for LGBT and FTM clients. Nice to meet you! Tell me a but about yourself and what brings you here.”

“My name is Milo Brown, I’m 19 years old, and I just started testosterone. I’ve been out as trans for a while but finally got access to hormones and I’m hoping to get top surgery as well, but I need a letter for it. I also just need support with my dysphoria and depression.” You cross your arms over your large chest self-consciously.

“Well, that’s nothing I haven’t heard before. Can you tell me more about your dysphoria regarding your chest?”

Shifting uncomfortably in your chair, you hesitantly proceed. “Every day is awful! They’re the first thing I think about when I wake up and I go to sleep trying not to feel or think about them. They’re so big and heavy that I feel them whenever I move and it makes me so dysphoric. It’s also impossible to make myself flat, so I never pass. As a gay man, it’s so hard to find a man who would want a guy with a body like mine!”

“Oh, Milo, I think that’s very negative thinking. Plenty of men would find you attractive! I thought you were quite beautiful when I saw you myself.”

You’re surprised by his words! That sounded very flirtatious, but maybe he was just trying to boost your ego. Either way, it made the empty space between your legs tingle when he said it. You also didn’t know he was queer, but it definitely makes you more comfortable with him. “Well… that does make me feel better. I still don’t feel comfortable with my chest though.”

“Why don’t we try something? This is an exercise I’ve done with plenty of my transmasuline patients before, and it has always improved their lives and helped with dysphoria. While we do it, I can assess you for top surgery as well! How does that sound?” He smiled at you expectingly.

“Uhhh… yeah, that sounds good. What are we doing?”

“I’m just going to have you answer some questions about your body and dysphoria. This may get uncomfortable, but it’s all part of this process. I’m sure you can trust me, right?”

“Of course!” You answer instinctively.

“Right. First, I want you to take off your shirt and binder.” He instructs casually.

“What!? I thought we were just answering questions. Is that necessary?” You’re again surprised, he wasn’t a surgeon and you had never shown anyone your chest before. You didn’t want to look at it yourself, much less this beautiful man you’re expecting to see regularly!

“I understand this is surprising and uncomfortable, but I want to understand your perspective on your body, as well as assess the size and density for surgery. I need to know this for the letter, and I understand this is very important to you. I’m sorry for the discomfort, Milo.” He looked at you apologetically, his brown eyes sparkling, staring in to your soul and shooting down between your legs.

“I… okay.” What he was saying did make sense, and you would do most anything for this surgery. Resolving to just get this over with, you take off your oversized hoodie and throw it on the couch next to you. Grabbing both binders at once, you exert a herculean force squeezing yourself out, panting as your huge breasts fly out. You blush with embarrassment as a loud clap can be heard from them swinging together.

Dr. Sterling calmly walks closer to you. “Do you know your cup size?”

“Uh… no, sorry.”

“That’s alright, we can measure now.” He smiles warmly and pulls out some measuring tape. Without hesitation, he walks up to you and wraps it around your chest! He first measures your underbust before moving to measure your bust. His hands rest on your breasts as he does so. “Alright… looks like you have J cups.” His hand brushes your nipple as he backs away.

“Mmph!” Involuntarily, you let out a short, feminine moan. Both the dysphoria of knowing your overwhelming cup size and your accidental vocalization leave you embarrassed and blushing harder than ever.

“It doesn’t seem like you’ve experienced any vocal changes from testosterone.” He observes.

“Umm… not yet, no.”

“It also seems like you have quite sensitive nipples?”

“I guess…”

“Well, have you ever considered embracing your breasts?”

“Huh?” You were confused. They made you sad and dysphoric, how could you ever embrace them? He did say whatever he was doing worked for all of his other transmasc patients, but this seemed absurd.

“Your breast are way too big to bind properly. I’ve seen you wearing two binders in here, and that is not healthy. As your therapist, I can’t encourage you to damage your body in such a way, and especially without two binders, you wouldn’t be able to hide them at all anyways. And why go through the trouble of binding if everyone can tell? It might do you some good to just accept your body as it is. It’s not like whether you bind now will affect surgery.”

Unfortunately, everything he was saying made perfect sense. Even when binding, it was very obvious you had breasts. Why go through all the trouble, especially if it was hurting your body? You were dysphoric either way, might as well be more comfortable physically. “I guess… I guess you’re right.”

“Yes… unfortunately it’s also not very possible hormones could reduce them to a bindable size either.”

This devastated you. Even later on testosterone, you would have obvious breasts? How could you expect anyone to take you seriously as a man? You had hoped to begin passing in public soon, and finally begin living comfortably, but you weren’t so sure now. Would it even be safe to live as a non-passing trans man? Why were you going through so much for hormones if there was no hope of passing before surgery anyways? Maybe you should just wait until then for hormones- no one will gender you right as you are now. “Maybe… maybe I should pause testosterone until surgery then.”

“Yes, I can see why. That might be the safest option for you.” He nodded solemnly. “We can practice some exercises to reduce dysphoria until then, if you’d like.” His frown shifted in to a comforting smile.

Still upset, you nodded.

He moved closer and, before you could react, placed one hand on each perky, round breast, grabbing you by the boobs.

Surprised, you squeaked.

“This is just to get you used to your breasts. It often helps most when someone else does it, so you’re more comfortable with other people seeing them.” He gently squeezed and pulled, running his fingers along your supple breasts, warm palms pressing your hard nipples.

“Mmmmmm-! Oooh!” You let out a series of feminine wails as the doctor palms at your breasts. They were so sensitive and they felt so heavy- so wrong on your body- and yet they sent waves of pleasure throughout your curvy figure.

“Are you still going to go by Milo? I mean, you’re stopping T until surgery because you won’t be able to pass. It would be weird to only keep the name and pronouns, especially for strangers.” His hands shifted to thumb at your nipples.

Your thoughts were flooded with waves of pleasure shooting from your tits. The importance of this decision didn’t fully register, but what he was saying made sense to you. “You’re right.”

“Good girl.”

“Huhh…”

“People are going to refer to you by what you look like. You know you don’t pass. This is just exposure training, okay?”

“Okay…” You mindlessly agree as he moves his head close to your breast.

“See? You are a good girl.” He starts to suck on your nipple, causing you to throw your head back and wail in pleasure. You don’t know when his own clothes came off, but he’s getting on top of you and pulling your pants off, leaving you in just your boxers with his much larger biologically male body pinning you down, suddenly kissing your lips.

“What… what are you doing now, d-doctor…” he cuts you off as you pant your words out.

“The easiest way to adapt to and accept being seen as a woman is to have sex with a straight man, one who can use you as only male can use female. You need this, Amelia. It’s okay.”

Hearing your deadname makes you cringe with dysphoria. You’ve always felt an aversion towards it, despising the femininity it signaled. You struggle to reconcile your attraction to the doctor and trust in his methods to your current panic. This all felt good and sounded logical but it’s happening too fast to react, and these are all such big decisions, and suddenly he’s pulling your boxers off.

“Your pussy is so perfect. You make such a sexy woman.” He rubs the length of his cock along your clit and hole. The distinction between your pathetic nub and his masculine length is obvious. He gropes your massive jiggling breasts, squeezing them together and lowering his head to kiss and suck your nipples as his dick prods your entrance.

“Doctor Sterling…” You moan his name as his assault on your tits grows heavier. He sloppily makes out with your huge boobs, enjoying every second he can get drowning in your massive breasts.

He momentarily pulls his mouth from your tits. “Yes… fuck, Amelia!” He rams his hard cock all the way inside you, hitting your cervix as he moans your deadname, resuming his assault on your massive wobbling boobs all the while.

You scream and wail, unsure if it’s in pleasure or some mix of dysphoria and grief for your lost ambitions. Whatever male identity you insisted on was currently obstructed by your massive tits and the straight man enjoying them as he pounded in to your soft, tight vagina. Anyone who saw you two would know immediately that this was heterosexual sex- they would never stop to consider you could be anything but a curvy woman being held down and fucked by a handsome man. Suddenly, the doctor’s thrusts sped up. You forgot condoms, and you’re barely on T!

Right as you open your mouth, he interrupts. “I’m gonna cum, Amelia! I’m cumming inside you!” He holds himself against your cervix, comforting you as you begin to scream. “Shhh, good girl, it’s okay.”

You feel his hot cum flood in to your unprotected pussy, tears falling from your eyes. Feeling the sticky cum start to leak out, you manage to speak. “Do… do you have a towel?”

“Uhhh… here!” He grabs your binders and rips them both, turning them in to makeshift towels as he pulls out, along with a flood of cum.

You know you said you wouldn’t bind anymore, but having the option taken away made everything all the more real. You know it was for the best tho. He specializes in helping trans men, and he said this always works. You just have to trust him! As time runs out, you don’t even realize you forgot to finish your top surgery letter.

Still… you couldn’t wait to book your next session.

[domfakeboys]

When doctors exam you to ensure you are a real trans man, they’ll have to examine your pussy. However, the moment your pussy starts getting sloppy they’ll know you are just a slutty girl.

You are aroused and wet, so the doctor will have to give you a new examination to ensure you are functioning like a proper girl.

Reproduction organ functionality exam: The test only stops after a certain amount of sperm is delivered inside.

[ziggystarburstt]

Forced Orgasm Notes Game

Decide how many times I have to force myself to orgasm while reminding myself I’m just a delusional girl until I truly believe it and can’t cum unless I’m getting called a girl.

5 Notes - 5 times with only a dildo

10 Notes - 10 times with a dildo and a plug

15 Notes - 15 times with a dildo, plug, and wand

25 Notes - 20 times with DP in one hole, vibrator on clit

35 Notes - 30 times with nipple clamps and any toys I choose

40 Notes - 40 times, dildos in both holes, with vibrator on clit

50 Notes - 50 times, edging first, dildos both holes, vibrator, and nipple clamps

50+ Notes - +5 orgasms for each note, with dildo both holes, dildo down throat, nipple clamps, vibrator on clit, while watching detrans hypnosis porn.

[fakeboyfantasies]

The impulsive urge to come out publicly as detransitioning so I have no choice anymore because no one will trust a stupid little girl who can’t even figure out her gender identity.

[ftalextf]

just bought an 8.5” hard packer and oh my goddd i’ve never been this wet and desperate >.< i can almost get the whole thing in and i’ve been fucking myself on it for like 10 minutes i can barely think i neeeeeddd a real cock inside me so baddddd

[highandtied]

Fakeboy journal: Log 1

CW: detrans, hypno/brainwashing, CNC, 🍃intox, etc.

Check #highandtied for the other logs!!

This series is long overdue. My journey with detrans started about 7-8 months ago, but I feel like the main part worth noting is my time with my current master.

I can't remember exactly when it started, we started chatting and soon after I took a 2 week long break from being online or masturbating. When I came back I was happy that he was patient with me. He told me he intended to train me. I didn't really believe him at first, but figured that I could give it a try.

Most of our time spent together is training. I own a lovense (flexer) and he makes me smoke and let him use me. The crazy part was that it felt...amazing. I had only ever used my tdick (clit) to get off before- and clitoral orgasms were great, they felt good and made me feel masculine. But when he started grinding into my g-spot without mercy, something changed in my brain.

I would try to describe more what that change was and what it was like, but I can't remember it- master keeps me high as a kite as he brainwashes me to perfection 💕 all I know now is that I'm a dumb cock-trained slut that thinks with her pussy.

More logs coming soon! Sorry he just destroyed my pussy and brain a few minutes ago 🥴 had me smoke as soon as I woke up to keep me in a sleepy and submissive state so he could abuse my pussy however he wanted 💕

[failgirl-toybreaker]

I wanna tease you until you're so horny you can't help but rape my fakeboy cunt 💕 I'm sure it would be so easy to overpower me and bury your cock in me while I cry

It'll be funny too, you'll go from "haha, i bet i'm making you hard, you soooo want some of this"

To "PLEASE GOD IM SORRY IM SORRY NO STOP"

To" hehehehe, lets do that again sometime, i hope i got knocked up :D"

Before you know it!!!

[permanentlyfemale]

aaagh! i can’t stop imagining a real biological male thrusting in to me with my hands tied behind my back, his hands on my boobs as they bounced and clapped together… he would keep babbling about how beautiful and womanly they were and how i wouldn’t be able to bind once they swelled with milk and grew. i wouldn’t be able to do anything but watch him grope and kiss my breasts and slam his penis in to my womanhood, as the male fulfilled his duty of inseminating the delusional female.

[domfakeboys]

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

[ziggystarburstt]

I wanna be part of a huge group chat of cis guys that send me numerous daily reminders that I’m just a girl and manipulate me into sending them nudes that show off my girly pussy and tits. If anyone would wanna be part of that plz dm me 🙏🏻

[fakeboyfantasies]

I used to always be so upset about the fact that my feminine profile on Taimi would always get so many more likes, matches, and comments than my masculine profile.

Now it just turns me on knowing how many strangers agree I’m so much better as a woman. 🥰

[ftalextf]

luv the idea of being fucked so dominantly and roughly that i can’t resist at all >.< i’m pretty strong so i don’t think most guys could physically overpower me but the second a big mean cock gets in my pussy my brain gets fucked out of my head and i have to submit bcuz its in my nature

[homoeroticicarus]

Would love for someone to pressure or force me into sex work, make me create an OF. Hire a photographer or be one, make me dress up in humiliating or cute, skimpy outfits, and post all of my photos for sale, whether for cheap or for a decent price, up to you.

Have my nudes and lewds floating around, my body everywhere on the internet. The idea sounds terrifying but what choice do I have?