Your Girlcock X My Boypussy??

where are all yall sweet obedient boys?hiding game over come to me sweetheart

imagine yourself on a bus, minding your own business, when you feel a hand grope your ass. you squirm but you don't fight it off, because why would you? a pretty ass like that deserves it, right? you try to fight them off but they're larger than you and they laugh as they continued to molest you.

and another man gropes your tits, fondling you beneath your shirt, pulling your nipples as you tried to pull away. people are noticing, but no one makes a move to help you. no one listens to your begging. they're too entranced at seeing this pretty little slut get touched in public.

soon enough there are multiple hands on your body, men and women, tugging your clothes down, touching your ass and your tits and your pussy and your mouth. No one can hear you scream, not when people are shoving you to the ground, ripping your underwear off. someone shoves a cock in your mouth to shut you up, fucking your face as another one drives his cock up your pussy and fingers slide into your ass. your hands are yanked, and you feel slick hard cocks against them. All your holes and hands are put to work. You're a filthy little fuck toy for them. There's cum in your holes, in your mouth and in your hands. You're getting wet, but you can't touch yourself.

It doesn't stop there no. You have an entire bus load of people waiting their turn to use you. Once someone finishes there's another cock to replace it. It takes you hours to go through them all. By then you're soaked in people's cum, and there's a puddle of your own juices beneath you.

You try to get up, but the same man that grabbed you first suddenly yanks you towards him. "You didn't think that it was over, did you?"

You scream as hands grab you again, but it's drowned by mocking laughter. They take your clothes away and cuff you to the handrails. A spreader bar keeps your legs wide and a spreader gag keeps your mouth open. Someone grabs a marker and starts writing on you 'Public Cumdump' with arrows pointing to your holes. Tally marks of all the people who used and violated you are written on your thigh.

The bus soon empties out, the driver glances at you, and then he restarts his route. More people come in, more people who are ready to use you as their pretty little cumdump.

i have no words

nice

more gross therapist brainrot. im thinking abt going to see a therapist for my dysphoria. he's a cis man and i'm nervous at first but he's so friendly and knows all the terminology and i begin to relax. he asks for more details and i start to tell him about how dysphoric my chest makes me. "sorry," he interrupts. "are you binding right now? your chest looks very flat to me."

i get embarrassed and blush. "oh yeah, i have a binder on."

"i see. so are they big without the binder? some cis men have fat on their chests, so maybe it's not actually that noticeable."

"um, yeah, they're pretty big...definitely noticeable i think."

"hm. i'm having trouble picturing it. maybe i could turn around and you could take off your binder? and put your shirt back on after, of course. it will help me understand your point of view. plus, i'm sure your back is sore, and it's just the two of us in here."

i'm very uncomfortable with this idea, but he is my therapist, so he must know what he's doing. "are you sure? is that something you usually do with your clients?"

"oh yes, this is all standard practice. go ahead! i'll turn around and close my eyes."

he stands up and turns to face the wall, holding his hand in front of his eyes. i acquiesce, taking off my binder and putting it to the side, letting my huge tits bounce free. my nipples immediately harden from the cold and the sensation of fabric brushing over them.

when i have my shirt back on i say, "o-okay, you can turn around now." he sits back down and stares openly at my chest. my face heats up.

"yes, i see, those are quite large." he notices my face turning red. "please, don't be embarrassed. they are also quite nicely shaped, if i may say so." before i can voice an objection, he continues: "i think we should try an exercise that often helps with my ftm clients' dysphoria. sometimes it can be helpful to appreciate your features instead of trying to hide them. after all, this is therapy, so we want to deal with things directly instead of avoiding them."

that does make sense to me, despite the twisting in my gut. "okay. i guess so."

"very good. now please close your eyes for me." i obey. "it may seem strange, but i am a professional and there's nothing to be ashamed of in here. now bring your hands to your breasts and hold one in each palm." at least my eyes are closed so i don't have to look at him while i do as he says. "excellent. slowly massage your breasts, kneading the flesh, but not too hard. we want this to be pleasurable." i start to do it, resenting the feeling of warmth in my crotch. "now rub your thumbs over your nipples. i see they're starting to harden. that's perfectly natural. concentrate on how good it feels to rub your breasts. you may even pinch your nipples if that is enjoyable for you." i do it despite myself, lost in the sensation. "keep going. do it for a minute, and don't stop thinking about the pleasure you're feeling." i'm still feeling dysphoric, but now i'm also turned on. i squirm a little in my seat, hoping it's not too noticeable.

"okay, you can stop now. open your eyes." i take my hands away from my tits, my nipples still hard, poking through the fabric. "how is your dysphoria now? any change?"

"uh, no. sorry."

"no need to apologize. sounds like we'll need to try another exercise. we really want to associate your chest with positive feelings instead of negative ones. so for this exercise, i want you to stand up and remove your shirt."

i balk at the request. "is that really necessary?"

his expression hardens. "please don't make this difficult. we're all adults here. do you want to get treatment for your dysphoria or not?"

i'm embarrassed. he's a doctor after all, why would i question his judgement? i'm probably just being prudish and immature. "sorry. yes, i do." i get up off the couch and take my shirt off, instinctively folding my arms in front of my chest.

"very good. arms behind your back, please." i obey. "now, stay in that position and close your eyes." when my eyes are closed i hear a drawer opening, then the flicking of a cap of some kind. i can feel my nipples stiffening in the air. the next thing i know, he's grabbing my breasts, rubbing something cold and wet on to my nipples. i gasp. "stay still, please. this is all part of the treatment." he runs his hands all over my tits, groping them, getting them all covered in what i assume is lube. he pinches my nipples and i bite my lip to stifle a moan. "very good. you may open your eyes now. i want you to look down at your breasts."

they're glistening and bouncing in his hands, covered in oil. "see how gorgeous they are? a lot of girls would love to have such beautiful big tits." his crude language catches me off guard.

"um, what?"

"i just want you to appreciate what you have. a little gratitude can go a long way." he jiggles my tits up and down. "i love looking at them bounce. see how happy these can make other people? it should make you feel good to know how pleasing these are to men. you need to look outside your self-centered perspective."

"doctor, i'm not very comfortable with this--"

"no?" without warning he sticks his hand under my waistband and rubs my clit, running a finger through my wetness. "it seems like your pussy is very comfortable. and your tits are so sensitive. see how good they can make you feel?" with his other hand he pinches my nipple again and this time i fail to stop myself from whimpering. "i knew you loved this. now watch me enjoy your tits for a bit. it will help you feel better about them."

i'm too shocked and turned on to do anything other than watch silently as he plays with my tits, groping them hard, massing them like putty, circling my nipples with his fingers. eventually he bends down and licks my nipple and i shudder in unwanted pleasure. then he sucks on it in earnest and i can't help but whine. he's right, it feels so good. i let him suck on them both, flicking my nipple with his tongue. then he pushes them together and spits on them. the spit tuns obscenely down my cleavage.

"take off all your clothes. i know exactly how to help you." at this point i'm too far gone not to do exactly as he tells me. i strip. when i'm done he's sitting back in his armchair, massaging his cock, his pants discarded although his shirt and tie are still on, which makes me burn with shame and arousal. "come sit on this and face me. i can make you feel so good."

i look at the floor in embarrassment as i walk over, climbing into his lap. i position myself over his erect cock. "there you go. just slide down onto it. you're all wet for me." i sink slowly onto his cock and moan. it feels so good inside me, filling me up. right as i get him all the way inside me, he says, "good girl."

"w-what?"

"oh, don't pretend it doesn't turn you on. i knew when you walked in that you weren't really a 'boy', just a slutty girl who needed some male attention. and i'm happy to give it to you. if you just showed off your tits more you'd be much happier."

i'm so humiliated i don't know what to say. he grabs me by the waist and starts fucking me up and down on his cock. "that's a good girl. i can feel how your pussy clenches around me when i say it. fuck, look at your big tits bouncing while i fuck you." he starts sucking and biting them. "tell me how much you love my cock."

"i love your cock," i moan, defeated. my voice hitches as he pounds into me.

"tell me you're a slutty girl who loves having her pussy fucked."

"n-no, please..."

he bites down hard on my tit. "say it."

"ugh, fuck..." his cock feels sooo good. "i'm a slutty girl who loves having her pussy fucked," i cry, and as i do he finishes inside me.

"good girl."

forced masculinisation kink where I find a trans guy who's afraid to come out or present more masc and slowly change him, a little at a time, dose him with T without him even knowing, until eventually he doesnt even recognise himself

I love transboy pussy.

This inescapable, gaping, weeping hole tucked up and hidden between a boys thighs. And just above it a jutting throbbing clit, all puffed up and swollen from testosterone and too much attention. The way it twitches and flicks above that pulsing gash.

All I want is to tie up that clit for hours. Leashing it and pulling that up past his pants. Always controlling him, no matter where we are, by his stupid clit that jutts out pathetically between his legs, his pussy lips swollen and tingling.

I want him grinding against everything he sits down on, acutely aware of that gaping, messy cunt.

i love the idea of being vulnerable. of being exposed. force my legs open and take pictures of my pussy. pull up my shirt in public and let anyone see my tits. let random men kiss my nipples. touch my clit whenever you want. because my body is just there and begging to be used.

Ugh I just need to fuck you. I just need to spread your legs open and hold you still while I use you I need to use you. I need to use you. it's not my fault you're so gorgeous. That you're so stunning and easy to use. That you're mine. You're mine. You're mine.

oh my perfect little toy, stop thinking okay? just spread your legs for me. thats it handsome, stick your tongue out. good slut! dont you feel better already? no thoughts in that beautiful head of yours, just showing off every hole you have for my cock. do you want me to use you darling? aw thats so sweet, now say it properly. tell me you want to have all of your holes stuffed with cock. good boy! do you feel how wet that made you? i cant wait to see how pretty you are leaking cum from everywhere i could force my dick inside inside of

Tall subs who want to feel small when they're near you. The ones who keep bending to nuzzle your neck, pulling you on their laps to hide themselves into your embrace or even the ones that kneel just to look up in pure adoration, relaxing themselves by being allowed to be vulnerable and taken care of.

Just a reminder that both Doms and Subs are human beings.

They go to work. They need to eat and sleep. They have friends, family, and social gatherings. Bad days and good days.

The anonymity and 24/7 communication the internet provides doesn't mean people are at your beck and call. Everybody deserves compassion, even if it's as simple as a "Hi, how are you?"

Nobody should be treated as coldly as an ai chat.

Some are quick to forget that there is a living person behind each blog.