r/transphobkink2

>!i want a man to kidnap or blackmail me, some kind of situation where i can’t get away from him, and abuse me like the subhuman trash i am. hit and kick me until i’m covered in bruises. use my mouth as a urinal every time he has to piss. rape my ass without lube and punch me when i cry. feed me dog food and make me piss outside on all fours like a dog. constantly mock me, laugh at my pain, and berate me without any sort of ‘aftercare’ because trannies don’t deserve that. pimping me out to his friends and not making them wear condoms so i don’t even know whose babies i’m carrying. surgically alter my body to increase my dysphoria (comically large breast implants, cocksucking lip fillers, bbl, remove my ‘tdick’). take away my psych meds.!<

>!i want to be forced to beg for the right to kill myself. he never leaves out anything i could hurt myself with and when he’s not home, i’m locked in a cage. once i’m broken enough, i’ll sob to him about how if he hates me so much he should just kill me, how the world would be better off if a tranny bitch like me killed herself anyways. i’ll tell him he can do anything he wants to me first and i won’t argue.!<

>!i don’t know which i think is hotter: he gives in and actually kills me or lets me kill myself (while getting off on it, obviously) or he doesn’t and forces me to live the rest of my miserable, worthless life as his nasty fucktoy.!<

I currently work at a college and man there are quite a bit of non binary, trans men or woman I talk with about attending college .
One time I just want to text them when they leave , so we meet at my place and I misgender them while we sneak off into my room:3 while they get doggy :3
But noooo I have to be professional and shit 😆

This is my first post on here so be nice 😉

As a woman, it’s in my nature to not only take care of others but also to know when they need to be taken care of.

So when I read all these posts about self-hating, misguided, compulsively offending girls (your word, not mine), it breaks my heart.

It only makes me ache to care for you more when I realize that just reading this… and thinking of me, a REAL woman behind the screen caring enough to write to you this way… is probably enough to make your cock throb in your pants.

Boys like you just need a little TLC. That’s what’s missing. Your mom didn’t love you enough or didn’t understand you, so you think you can make up for it by becoming a girl. Aww.

We both know you really just need someone with a soft hand to play with your hair and jerk off your dick. None of that “taking E” or “passing“ or “voicetraining” nonsense is necessary.

And the best part is… you’ve known that all along, haven’t you?

A very hot cis guy who was a total chaser suggested this to me and i can't stop thinking abt it. Basically that there should be an online database where men can list real FTMs. Both for guys who are curious to look up anytime they want to check (like if you're my new coworker and you notice my aas is /really/ thick for a cis guy) and to keep track of stats. Like our location, measurements/cup size, any surgeries, how many times we've been raped, if we've ever been bred ... cis men could hunt us and tally any new info on our profiles. And maybe even get points and rewards for catching an ftm girl if she's really hard to get or stealth or something 🫣😵‍💫

Its not futanari no, they're just some fantasy concept of a weird third gender that has both nice fat tits and a massive cock.

The real thing fakegirls should be imagining themselves as when they jerk their manly cocks for the 7th time in a day?

It's ugly bastards!

Exactly what we are, isnt it? Weird, fat, creepy men who often end up doing very bad things to actual, real, cis women.

Thats exactly the kind of thing us fakegirls all do, why isnt it popular yet? Come indulge in what you really are instead of living in your fantasy and pretending you're a futa or something.

it's my biggest fear for dysphoria and regular reasons and i need to be bred i need that fear im such a traitor i need people to either call me the t word or the f word (don't wanna get banned again) i promise i wont cum i pinky pinky promise i'll be a good girl/fakeboy :3

and this isn't even an r4r this is just truly i just need this so bad im tempted to put it on my ass and go to steamworks and get used and bred and just be a way for men to get their energy and anger out and use a girl and breed her and just oh my gawdddddddd i'm desperate i am so desperate

I don't even like sucking dick but i get so wet thinking about pleasuring a guy who laughs and gets hard when he hears the latest news about anti-trans laws or the ftm sexual assault rate. I want to feel his dick twitch at every hatecrime while i make him feel good, confirming his belief that we're subhuman and our lives matter less than his dick. I'd feel like such a dumb tranny traitor but I'm rubbing myself just imagining it 😋😩

The following story/dialogue is entirely fictional, and should be considered as such. Please mind the flair, and please remember: it's just a kink! Don't let it consume you. >!Unless you want that, I suppose.!<

This story is written entirely by hands and a mind, not a machine. I do not, and never will, use AI for creative writing.

This particular story is written in the context of being a dialogue from a "supportive" girlfriend to a transfeminine reader, who has the intention of gently detransitioning them. At the end of the story, there will be some aftercare notes in spoilers for those who want or need it.

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Hey, sweetheart! I'm glad you're still here at home, today, I brought you some presents. Oh, of course I knew you'd be here — you're always in this dark room with your two monitors aglow and your keyboard lit up like that pride flag of yours.

Anyway, here! A present.

Yeah! It's that new nerf gun you've been wanting so badly. Now you can show it off when you're out with the boys next—

Hm? Oh, of course, sweetie, I don't mean to imply you're "one of the boys," just that you're always hanging out with them. You and the boys, is all, you understand?

Good.

Anyway, I figured too since you're all rough and tumble out there in the dirt and dust, I'd get you some soap and shampoo and stuff, too. I would have gotten that flowery scent you like so much, but they were totally sold out. So I got you this one, instead!

I know it says "men's" collection, or whatever, but c'mon, it smells like a forest. You're always so close to nature, whether that's flowers or staying all natural and keeping your body hair. No, I don't think that's weird or anything, it's just natural for you!

Why'd I say it like that? I don't know what you mean, honey, lots of folks keep their body hair. I mean heck, I keep my leg hair, so why would I imply anything with you keeping your arm chair, chest hair, happy trail, so on? It's just a natural lifestyle choice.

Speaking of, could you do the cooking tonight? I could really go for a burger, or some steak, or something like that. Just a small portion for me, but I know you like to eat plenty, so make however much you'll eat, okay? Great.

...

While I'm thinking about the shopping today, I'm so sorry that I forgot to get your injection stuff. Sorry, honey! I was just so busy and by the time I got to the pharmacy, they were already closed. Mm? Oh, I know their hours go for a little while longer, but the sign was up when I got there. I don't wanna make you skip a dose or two, honey, I'll get to it as soon as I'm able. Just remember I'm gonna be busy for the next couple of weeks getting ready for the presentation at work.

You'll be okay, right?

I know you don't drive and all, since you're scared to leave the house with the way things are right now and your ID and everything... well, I promise I'll try and make some time.

In the meantime, why don't you consider an extra long shower tonight? It might get your mind off the meds for a little bit and give you time to really soak in that new soap scent. I'm sure you'll love it, baby.

Oh, last thing. You remember that we're going to go visit my parents this weekend, right? I know, you hate it, since they're super disapproving of your whole transition thing, and all, but it's just one weekend where you'll be wearing boy clothes. There is a nice dinner, so you'll have to bring your suit, but after that you can lounge around in those jeans or grey sweats and maybe a well-worn-in t-shirt or something. Maybe even that hoodie I used to call the "boyfriend hoodie" before you started all this girl stuff? Yeah! It's comfy, right? And you don't wanna make too much of a hassle for my parents, I know, and it'll just be for the weekend.

Just try and enjoy it, okay?

Thanks, baby.

I'm going to go finish up some work in the other room. Don't wait up!

Love you.

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Aftercare Notes:>!None of the things mentioned in this story make you any less of who you are. Clothes mean nothing, scents, activities, hobbies, even the fear of being outside right now. None of that changes who you are, and for all the fun of this kink, you are a wonderful example of someone who is living their beautiful truth regardless. You deserve joy, happiness, and all the affirmation in the world. Don't let the bastards grind you down, alright? I love you.!<

First story here. Hope y'all enjoy it. ♥

like ughh i so badly want someone to fetishize my transition and turn me into the dumbest most pervy boy ever. giving me my tdose every day, showing me yummy porn after and making my tdick swell up😵‍💫😵‍💫 never letting me cum cuz the best boys are pervy and boys who dont cum are the most pervy ><