You don't need to be cis to have a cunt worth breeding, and you don't have to pretend to be a woman when we both know you'll never be half the woman I am anyway 💖
I doubt I'm the only trans girl with complicated feelings about breeding let alone even using my cock, but after talking it through with this transmasc I've been seeing we got comfortable enough to try fucking. And it wasn't long before we started ditching the condoms (though ostensibly still on birth control), and I found myself getting more confident about it all. That is until he said the one thing that turned that confidence into obsession.
"Make me a daddy," they'd whispered in my ear. I pulled away slightly, just to check I'd heard correctly, but they tugged me frantically back into them. "Come on mommy, breed me." I'd never heard them that desperate before, and it damn near felt like something in the back of my head just snapped. Before I knew it we were rutting into each other, and while in hindsight I knew there wasn't a pregnancy risk, whatever part of my brain was in charge at that moment I'm not so sure really understood that.
If it was just a fun new thing I could do to turn them on that'd be fine, but the reason I'm even typing this is because it's been haunting me ever since. Ever since then I've been fantasising about knocking up trans mascs, cis girls, hell just about anyone who could conceivably conceive. Pregnant bodies and the thought of causing them never used to do much for me before, but now I feel obsessed. Whatever plans I might've had of not having kids might not last much longer if I'm ever given the chance to breed somebody for real...