u/misgendersub

[cw: noncon fantasy ahead!]

i HATED breeding kink before taking t. impregnation, pregnancy, all of it was repulsive to me. now i’m 8 months on t and i can’t stop thinking about getting bred… it’s like my body is rebelling against my transition and trying to get me to be as feminine as possible 😵‍💫

i constantly fantasize about a man — a man that i trust, who says he only sees me as a girl during kink, who promises to always practice safe sex — tying me down for a scene. it’s perfect at first until he pulls out, takes off the condom he’s wearing, and tosses it away.

“what are you doing?” i’m a little scared, but i trust him. he won’t do anything i don’t want… right?

“i’m giving you what you need,” he tells me as he shoves his cock right back into my dripping, unprotected pussy.

“what? what do you mean?” i ask, panicking a little now.

he just laughs. he doesn’t have to say it; i already know exactly what he’s going to do. i start yelling, struggling against my bonds and his strength even though i know i can’t get away. when i safeword, he just laughs at me again and fucks me harder. i’m crying at this point, begging him to stop, but i’m wetter than i’ve ever been as he finally cums inside of me. it feels so fucking good — so right — that for a second, i’m not even angry at him. my mind blanks out and i just enjoy the feeling of hot cum filling my cunt.

he keeps me tied up for a while, playing with my cock clit and tits and telling me that he wants to make sure it takes. i’m still scared, but something deep down in me loves the thought of it.

when he finally lets me up, i start talking logistics. we should go get plan b pills now and i’ll take some pregnancy tests over the next few weeks just to be safe. i look up at him and he’s smirking at me.

he convinces me that it won’t take, that being on t is good enough birth control. i’m hesitant, but fine, i don’t buy the pills.

a few weeks later when i get the positive pregnancy test result, he convinces me that it would be so hot to stay pregnant for just a little while. he promises that we’ll keep track of the weeks and make sure i can get an abortion, but he really wants to fuck me while i’m knocked up. he also convinces me to stop t for the time being so we can watch my body get more feminine. i agree hesitantly, because yeah, that all does sound hot.

he gives me so much attention over the next few weeks. he tells me he can’t wait till i start showing, that i’ll make such a cute mommy, that he knows this will finally fix my delusions of being a boy. i cum harder than i ever have before when he fucks my pregnant pussy. he convinces me to push back the appointment again and again so we can enjoy this for a little longer.

on the day of the appointment, i wake up to him tying me down again. i assume he just wants to fuck me while i’m knocked up one last time, so i’m excited until he tells me that this is for my own good. he keeps me tied up until after the appointment was supposed to be. i beg him to let me go, i won’t be able to schedule another one after this because it’s too late, but he doesn’t listen. i cry and scream and struggle and plead until i realize it’s futile and give up.

he shows me the time; my appointment has passed. he fucks me while i cry, telling me that he’s so excited, that he can’t wait to watch me get even bigger with his baby. he’s so happy that i let him make me a mommy and that, finally, i’ll be his perfect little housewife.

he throws out my t and buys me maternity clothes. as my belly grows, so does my hair, and i start shaving my body again. he’s entirely stopped referring to me as a man in any situation and, pretty soon, all my friends are doing the same. they don’t even ask me before they go back to using zoe and she/her for me because it’s so obvious that i’ve realized what i really am: a girl.

i hate it. i’m miserable. or at least that’s what i say. but i still let him fuck me whenever and wherever he wants. i wear the cute, girly outfits he buys me out in public and show off my baby bump. i never correct my friends when they misgender me.

deep down, i know this is what i was made for. i just needed a man to show me.