"Ughhhh, it happened again! I swear this is almost every time I go out these days, it's getting ridiculous! I was out running errands, about to get some coffee, when I took a moment to hold my belly and pant a bit. You know, normal contractions every girl carrying quintuplets gets like constantly. I'm only six months along! But I guess an ambulance parked nearby saw it and, well, you know the new laws. Basically pregnant girls are public property, and at least in my line of work (school teacher), I have to maintain a pregnant physique or I can get fined, even lose my job. Same with healthcare, food service, retail, hospitality.... Most jobs, honestly. Welcome to Georgia, I guess. Still happy I got transferred here a couple years ago but these laws are a bit out of hand.....

Speaking of which! The ambulance pulls up, two men come out. I try to stop them but they insist on testing me for signs of labor. I explain that I'm only six months and they tell me to be quiet so they can do their jobs. They remove my clothes with scissors and shoot me up with some kind of opioid that makes me really loopy and high. They take me to the hospital as the men take videos of me on their phones, spreading my legs, showing off my pussy, spreading it open under the guise of looking for how dilated I am. But they were literally playing with my pussy, rubbing it, sticking their fingers in with gloves, shoving instruments into it. At one point about seven different instruments were jammed into my pussy and I came, squirted all over. They got mad and told me if I act up like that they can't perform their jobs. I apologized for cumming.

They took me in and surprise-surprise, the ER was full of pregnant girls. Some were texting on their phones, shaking their heads as they got C-sections, filming themselves having it done, as others impatiently waited to be stitched up afterwards, grumbling about just wanting to go home and get knocked up again already. Aloof male nurses and physicians would pass them by and tell them not to be so impatient, that they were very busy...... mostly just probing and abusing cute pregnant girls.

They ran their 'tests'..... again, happened to me just a few days ago. So I'm used to it. They squeeze my tits and got 'milk samples'. I have to give them urine samples, over and over, as I piss with no privacy in a busy auditorium they used as an ER, full of girls like me, with various lines for either labor, forced C-sections, or general 'testing'. They of course gave me an enema, in a crowded room, complaining about the mess I was making as other girls were subjected to the same in one corner that was all tile with some showerheads. We were sprayed off and dried off as they had salon workers there doll us up before we were subjected to 'labor sensitivity testing'.

I tried explaining that I'm six months but they had ten different men with huge cocks fuck my pussy. A few even tried my ass, too, to see if I was susceptible to being induced. Nope. My womb can handle all the punishment Georgia can throw at it. I commute on public transportation, doesn't matter how pregnant I am, men try to fuck the babies out of me, like, every day. No luck! So, after that they told me I was OK'd to go home, as my babies weren't quite big enough for them to put me in the C-section area with all those other bored influencer girls.

So, with my hospital bracelet, purse, and jewelry as my only clothing, they spanked me on my way out the door of the hospital and told me not to be a stranger. I walked home naked, got fucked about ten times on the way back. I was even paid by a few guys who thought I was turning tricks. Guess I can add whore to my resume now. I even got fucked in line, paying for my coffee. The man behind me didn't say a word. I started paying and he just rammed his cock in me and started fucking me. Big fat nerdy guy, but his cock was big. Probably hasn't showered in a week. Instead of telling him to stop having his way with me, another cashier opened a different register, and they said nothing until he came inside me, spanked me, then smacked my belly a few times while climaxing. The cashier finally told me I was holding up the line after that, and I left, not before one of my neighbors fucked me as I checked our mailbox. He apologized afterword and told me I look incredibly sexy so pregnant. I thanked him and reminded him I'm only six months.... Now it's time for a shower. After that I might go back out. Who knows.... another ambulance might spot me. ❤️"

"Alice and Colleen here with an exciting update for our OF subscribers! We're so glad you guys love our content and our sexy, feminine bodies, we love making videos for all of you and it warms our hearts how much love you guys show. But we both decided it's time we finally be honest with you all that we're detransitioning! We've been off estrogen for a month, and already our bodies are starting male puberty. But we decided to do the usual mtftm special and tonight we'll be on stream giving each other our first doses of testosterone while we still sort of look like girls. Kind of.

We're also going on cock growth pills. No more adorable two-inch cocks we rub together as we scissor. We both want our cocks so huge they're thicker around than our wrists. Down to our knees, rock hard all the time, our balls unnaturally inflated by all the synthetic hormones to grow to the size of plums. We'll finally get to cum like the boys we're meant to be. We can't wait to hot the gym, load up on muscle gain powder, and become full-fledged men, built like tanks, totally unrecognizable, sitting all day in the gym, waiting for unsuspecting pregnant college girls to come in and do yoga or some light running, their huge milk-filled breasts spilling out. We talk constantly about how fun it'll be to gang up on some girl like that and show her what it means to have some real cock fill her well-used holes.

We wanted to hold on and stay as fakegirls, pretending to be some idealized, porn-fantasy version of a lesbian couple. Ultra fem, wearing tiny bikinis everywhere, schoolgirl uniforms, tiny sundress with hems that barely reach past our asses or little cocks, showing them off whenever a little breeze rolls by. We make out in public, and when men approach us, we do our usual routine where we pretend not to want it, telling them we're only into 'other girls', only for them to shove their cocks down our throats or up our asses, which we graciously accept, no matter where we are. It's been so fun living out such a hot fantasy, but it's way too tempting to finally detrans. Doesn't help that our parents send us detrans content, like, every day. And so do our friends, and college professors, and coworkers......

We watch it all and rub our stunted little cocks like clits, cumming over and over like the depraved boys we really are. It's SO hot seeing beautiful fakegirls getting forced to become big burly men who can't control their sexual urges at all. Every time they wind up this way. From curvy, gorgeous, plump-assed, big-breasted, totally perfectly feminine in every way, to hulking muscle-men, hairy, no manners, ultra horny and sex-obsessed. From fun-loving and intelligent, to mindless oafs, their only hobbies become jerking off and raping the prettiest, curviest, most pregnant girls they can find. The perfect prey, unable to get away, irresistible, with bellies begging the world to be stuffed with as many cocks as possible. It's amazing how just a month with no estrogen and we're already so masculine and obsessed with getting our cocks nice and big for all of our future victims--I mean lovers! I hope you're excited to see our content go from softcore sapphic stuff to hardcore public fucking and rape--but let's be honest, bellies filled to the brim with sextuplets are the same thing as consent. Don't you agree? ❤️"

"Marching straight up to this clinic to ask to have my big fat titties get chopped off! I'm so nervous but so excited that I'm finally doing this. I feel lame that I procrastinated this long to finally do it. Every other massive-breasted girl on TikTok is getting reduced for fun or for views! Men just love seeing a giant pair of fat, bloated tits get completely mangled! I've been fantasizing about these big bouncy melons of mine getting totally ruined or chopped right off for years now. It's all I think about when I masturbate.... And having to apologize to men that I have no boobs now as I show them my flat chest and scars, and I'll have to desperately show them my old vids, like "See? I used to be super sexy, just watch these as you fuck me, you should finally be able to cum that way!"

I'm honestly way too hyped.... Seeing Samantha get her LL-Cups reduced to A-Cups last week was the last straw. I'm just saying screw it! I wanna see my boobs get destroyed waaaay too much! I'm addicted to thinking about it. I want to film the whole thing so men all around the world can masturbate to my beautiful, jiggly titties getting taken apart and tossed in the garbage! It's such a dream come true! Oh, and I'm sure more than a few girls like me will find the video super hot..... Rubbing their clits as I smile for the camera, breasts numb, as I nonchalantly talk to the doctor as he dismantles my perfect breasts. ❤️ And they'll hopefully climax when they see him move on from my chest to my pussy. A coy smile on my face as the doctor removes my clit, which I'm definitely going to have preserved and placed in a gemstone to wear around my neck like a lot of girls are doing. Gotta flaunt that I desexed myself, that I only exist to be used for sex, not for my own pleasure. No big sensitive breasts for me to squeeze, no clit for me to rub. I'll be the new definition of an oversexed, cock-slut, fully devoted to male pleasure and not my own. Even if men need old vids of me just to climax, like they do for lots of the girls getting this stuff done.

The temptation is just too much for me to stand any longer. Hopefully they can fit me in this afternoon, since I'm asking so nicely and graciously offering my clit as well, I just know how much these pervy doctors love lopping off sexy girls' clits, especially if the girls beg for it, and I intend to.... "Doctor, please, pleeeease chop off my big fat tits and swollen clit! I want them gone SO bad it aches in my juicy pussy all day long!" Then I'll bite my lip and give him my best cock-worshipping eyes. He'll just have to numb me and get started removing these silly, unnecessary things from my body right away! Wish me luck! I can't wait for you all to see my big bouncy breasts get chopped apart like scraps at a butcher's shop!"

Rose handed her boss, Mr. Sanders his coffee, smiling as she walked around his desk to open it. "I think I know just how much to add now!" she boasted, pulling out one of her breasts, leaning over the coffee as her ass pushed against her boss.

"Good girl, I have all the faith in the world," he chuckled, caressing and squeezing her ass, reaching down, feel heat coming from her pussy through her dress. "I think your pussy's nice and ready for round two.... it has been about a month since you gave birth."

Rose stood up from squirting milk in her boss's coffee, handing it to him "So soon? I mean..... we can certainly try, sir! If you say my womb is ready, it must be!" She giggled, her one breast dripping milk, still hanging out.

"Ah, perfect," her boss said, tasting the coffee. "You're a faster learner than those tits would lead on. And my oh my, just look at them." He set his coffee down, reaching out to grab Rose's breasts, squeezing the exposed one off to the side to avoid getting milk on his suit, as the other stained her dress. "These udders of yours are growing quite nicely."

"Thank you, Mr. Sanders. I can't believe how big they are...."

"And yet they pale in comparison to how big they'll be in a year or two."

"O-Oh? How big are my breasts going to get?"

"So big you'll need a wheelbarrow to come into work, or a nice serving cart maybe, so everyone around the office can enjoy them. Either for milk or to relieve some office stress on them, however they see fit. You'll be a bigger asset to the company than ever before, I'm sure of it."

Rose blushed. "I see.... I'll be so enormous, especially with my womb full of your kids again.... I had so much fun giving birth for you."

"It was quite the sight. Not sure it's how most of the guys around the office envisioned seeing your pussy the first time. Pushing out triplets, completely naked, sweating, moaning, taking turns jerking the guys off and sucking them off because it was just so hard to concentrate with such a big workplace distraction like you, Rose. Your belly exposed for all to see, your breasts leaking milk, your pussy swollen, gaping and loose as you pushed out my kids."

"I was happy to, although it was sorta embarrassing--Oh!" Rose yelped as her boss lifted her and pushed her on top of the fax machine, pulling up her dress to start fucking her.

"What's say we go for double the old brood, hmm my little office whore? I think a girl like you ought to be carrying at least sextuplets at all times, don't you agree?"

"Y-Yes, sir!" Rose grunted as he fucked her, barely able to remember before he bought the company a little over a year ago. She used to be no nonsense, all business, fully dedicated to work as the company's lead marketing analyst. But as soon as Mr. Sanders bought the company out, Rose, along with the other girls there, were put on fertility drugs by the new insurance plan, ones that dramatically increase breast size. The girls were demoted to company toilets, all drinking down the piss and cum of the men that worked there, doing little else.

Rose was Mr. Sanders' favorite, so he promoted her to the highest position a girl could have at his company: to be his assistant, and personal breeding cow. Thankfully the fertility drugs made the girls dumb and complacent with becoming toilets and breeders with increasingly massive breasts for all to enjoy. Rose couldn't believe how much she came to love being treated like an object and demeaned, though deep down part of her always fantasized about giving up her professional life to be a mindless whore. She never thought her wish would finally come true, though....

"Mmmm, this is SO incredible. I wish I would've transitioned sooner. Being a femboy was fun but now I look so incredible! I'm even hornier than before, and look at these sexy little tits I've grown. My ass is getting fatter, now it's so much more satisfying to get fucked in the ass. Guys go crazy for that extra bit of cushion to pound their cocks into. And with wider hips and a bigger ass, my clothes fit so sexily now. It turned my bony little guy butt into something dudes get hard over in public. They're so much more aggressive now that I look so much more like a girl! They spank me, touch my hips, push their cocks against me. And then we might be standing on a train, or on a subway platform, and they'll put their hands down my jeans or up my skirt, and feel my tiny shrunken cock. They'll smile when they feel it and tell me what a naughty slut I am, some just call me a perverted boy, which I find really hot. Then once they find it they always spin me around and aggressively fuck my ass as a reward for being a naughty little femboy--I mean trans girl! Oops. I'm not gonna lie, though, I already told my doctor I'm bummed my cock shrank four inches. I told him I want a big fat cock that's hard to hide, but I also want bigger boobs and a fatter ass. He upped my doses, so we'll see how sexy I look in another year or two.... wish me luck! ❤️"

"Feast your eyes on my lovely body two years after my doctor upped my hormones. Notice a couple changes? When he said I'll look just like a woman after taking these hormones for a while, he wasn't kidding! I look like a total cow who's popped out fifty kids. Almost every dude that fucks me now asks how pregnant I am, or how many kids I've pumped out. I try to show them my cock but my belly is soooo heavy it's hard for me to lift! My cock is about fourteen inches but good luck finding it buried under all that fat.

My tits a big and saggy, and my cute bubble butt is now just a pile of lard and cottage cheese. I guess this is what I get for being curious and taking hormones to look more feminine and be more appealing to fuck as a femboy. My doctor is over the moon with my transition, telling me how incredible I look. Whenever I get new sores, or complain that I can hardly get up without help, or my blood pressure is higher, he tells me how much more feminine I'm becoming, because a woman's true role is to become a stationary sex object to be acted on, or some such. I don't disagree but couldn't I be one of those girls pinned to her bed by her giant breasts or something?

I've become so fat doing basic things like bathing or going to the bathroom are becoming impossible. I moved back in with my parents, who love how my transition is going. Guess they always wanted a hugely fat daughter to tend to. Almost all I do is sit at home watching porn as I binge eat. It's not uncommon for me to be woken up by breakfast in bed, then without bathing my parents will guide me downstairs to the couch or chair. They'll bring me more food as they put on porn for me to watch. Ever since I went on all these hormones it's the only thing that can hold my attention span.... I used to jerk off a bunch, but now I groan and wince through heart palpitations and I try to lift my belly and fondle my cock. Sometimes I just push my belly down and kind of 'crush' my cock, which feels really nice.

My parents bring me more food as I make a pool of cum form under me. I'll usually just use the bathroom where I am. It's so gross but I'm getting used to sitting in my own mess for hours a day. My cute butt and tiny cock, now mounds of lard and a rock-hard monster getting caked in my own bodily fluids and excrement as I binge eat and masturbate for hours. Sometimes I eat so much I puke all over my hugely fattened body, and my parents will just smile and bring me more to eat. I guess wanting to be more fem was kind of a double edged sword. It was nice being a curvy 200-300lbs for a while, going to clubs, getting fucked every night. Though a lot of those guys joked and warned me, like a bunch of other trans girls they used to fuck, I'd wind up becoming 700+lbs in no time. I laughed and said there's no way...... I guess this is what I am now. A total pig, pushing her heart to the bursting point just to make her cock cum over and over all day..... what a perfect gooner I've become. No wonder I watch so much porn of hot girls like I used to be just calling the viewer a fat, pathetic slob."

"Well, it really happened! The rumors circulating are totally true, my former sister and I were pushed to attend a detrans bootcamp. Our families really wanted to see us experience this together and be openminded. Despite having socially transitioned in gradeschool and being on estrogen since forever (just look at the giant, fat breasts we developed as 'girls' 🤢), we didn't want to let our families down. Although we knew they wanted us to detrans for a while now. Guess they never lost faith even as we brought so many guys home and rode their cocks long into the night, our fat boy-tits bouncing and clapping together as we moaned like porn stars. Because of course almost everything we knew about being girls came from porn, so we acted like whores and slept with pretty much any guy who didn't mind that we both had a fat cock between our legs.

When we got to bootcamp we were surprised to learn we'd immediately be taken off estrogen, put on testosterone and drugs to help our cocks grow. We showed the people at the bootcamp our cocks were already eight inches and pretty thick but it wasn't good enough, apparently. So we reluctantly started going through male puberty, which was kind of fun. As twins it was nice going through this at the exact same time instead of one of us detransing over a boyfriend or something. So, we made the most of it and got used to life on this island paradise, surrounded by other trans girls who were all at least a little bit excited to detrans. Some were absolutely gorgeous, some of the prettiest 'girls' we've ever seen, and none of them were smaller breasted than a G-Cup.

We bonded and fucked at first, but as our bodies got more masculine, our voices dropped, we all grew facial hair but at least we were allowed to shave it. We started resembling guys too much to be turned on by each other anymore, and the bootcamp started making more sense. We went from staying near our huts and main camp, just eating and fucking like most girls, to going out, exploring, exercising, hunting, building more camps around the island, ladders, bridges, and other things to make getting around easier. Finally, testosterone was evolving us past being mindless fuckdolls....

We noticed the only other people but the sparse staff, who made sure we were fed and hydrated, were beautiful girls--yet we had no idea why. All over the island, there were clusters of cisgirls wearing skimpy island dresses, some barely clothed at all. We still had no idea what the objective of this bootcamp was, other than seeing our bodies turn male. Soon, we finally understood, right around the time we asked to finally have out huge boobs removed because they got in the way and we suddenly realized just how ridiculous they looked on us. It was around then we knew what the goal was. We had to do what men did--repopulate the island, so to speak. It was like a scavenger hunt to see how many girls we could get pregnant. The staff tallied it up and tested our DNA to make sure who the father was, meaning we had to be territorial. If we found a new group of girls who weren't pregnant we'd need to fuck them, keep them well-fucked, and prevent any of the other men from impregnating them.

We worked together as twins, so we had an advantage. I'd protect our budding harem, and my brother would go out, find new girls, abduct them or force them all back to our harem, tucked away on the far side of the island. The girls were all drop dead beautiful of course, thick with really big breasts, fat asses, juicy thighs, gorgeous faces, hand-picked from colleges all around the country, given fertility drugs, breast-growth drugs, and fed an ample diet to ensure they were curvy in just the right way that when our male brains awoke, we'd find it irresistible to breed them. The final tally was my brother and I matched with 64 of girls' broods, none of which were below quadruplets. We ranked the highest, narrowly beating out the girl I thought was the prettiest, a Korean-American trans girl with a set of K-Cup breasts, who I gleefully hooked up with my first night at bootcamp,

Now it's unfortunately time to go home, as all the girls we bred prepare for the next round of fakegirls to masculinize and get them severely knocked up. I think they're earning college credits? Either way, I'll miss our little harem, but all the more reason for my brother and I to come home, stalk the various colleges around us, local parks, maybe even a library or two where a few buxom young college girls might be tucked away, thinking they're safe. I think it's time we start up a new harem and use the prize money to buy a house to keep all of our new pets. They may be reluctant at first but soon enough our new harem of plump, fertile hucows will grow to love being our personal collection of mindless, baby-filled cum dumps. We'll see to it."

"I don't know why I was so worried when my doctor put me on fertility drugs. I feel so stupid! I hear these drugs make you dumber, but I think that's an urban legend, just another ridiculous thing the old me worried about! I was a stuck-up attorney who never dated, who woke up at 4 every morning, went jogging, and ate grapefruit for breakfast with black coffee. I was mean, and rolled my eyes whenever men flirted with me. I was literally the worst! But ever since my doctor gave me these new prescriptions, my life has gotten a bajillion times better.

First of all, my appetite and libido came back. I told him I barely ate, didn't even masturbate, I was too focused on work. He seemed to know exactly what my body needed..... I was obviously skeptical about taking this stuff but look at me now! This is my second pregnancy, last one was quadruplets, I think this might be at least sextuplets? Holy fuck, I'm gonna get SO big, isn't that hot as hell? I won't fit into anything! I hope my boss is OK with my huge baby-filled belly sticking out. I'll look so ripe and ready to fuck all the time! After all, what better signal can a woman give to men that she's free to fuck, but a belly full of kids?

Oh yeah, did I mention? I'm not an attorney anymore. My libido got way too distracting to worry about all that dumb work I was so concerned about for, like, no reason! So I'm a secretary now for this lawyer I used to butt heads with all the time. He used to love harassing me and flirting aggressively with me, even smacking my ass. I used to get so angry with him; now, when he spanks me or grabs my breasts I just giggle and get turned on. I love working for him, and when I do extra well he rewards me by letting me suck his cock, or if he's in the mood he'll fuck me when he's in a meeting in front of all my old colleagues. The looks on their faces watching me full of kids, with a massive pair of udders, getting railed by HIM is just priceless!

On the subject of my breasts, I hope everyone here on my OnlyFans likes them. I've gone up six cup sizes since starting these pills! Isn't that crazy? I bet they're small compared to how gigantic they'll get a few pregnancies from now. I'm soooo excited to see how big they're gonna get, or if they're even gonna stop growing. Men absolutely drool over them, and when they see these huge boobs paired with a belly brimming with more kids than I can count, they know it's a free invitation to fuck me. Whether we're on the subway, the bus, or I'm at the bank, depositing my boss's checks..... Guys will take me by the hips and pump me so full of cum it'll be drooling down my legs all day--as all women should be, far as I'm concerned. Full to the point of bursting with cum. I used to be so grossed out when I saw college girls in sundresses, super pregnant, their big breasts falling out, cum hanging from their asses and pussies, drooling down their legs, just gushing with it, cum of their faces or tits as they happily talk on their phones or with their equally pregnant friends. Now I see they were the lucky ones.... And I definitely wasted my time in college not being like them, but it's never too late to be a good girl and show men I know what my true purpose really is. ❤️"

"Here we go, showing off the results of my two-year aging up transformation! I wanted to thank my whole surgical team and of course my wonderful agent who reached out and hooked me up with everyone! When my agent first told me he signed me up for this I was a bit confused. Things kiiinda felt like they were moving too fast. As soon as I turned 18 my dad got me a porno agent, nothing too out of the ordinary, I was an adult and he wanted to see me work really hard and make good money. He knew I was too dumb for school so porn was the perfect fit for a girl like me--and most girls, let's be honest!

Well, only a few months into doing porn my agent tells me he signed me up for a two-year transformation program to boost my career..... Evidently 'cougars' and older when who look super experienced and washed up from decades of fucking and partying are really in right now. I mean, I didn't feel like guys were ever disappointed to fuck me before, but I guess my agent knew best, as my daddy happily reminded me! So, I only got to enjoy being a young, sexy woman with big boobs and a fat ass getting fucked by new men every day for a few months. Boooo, that's like every girl's dream period of their lives! Nothing but fucking, dancing at the club, getting wasted on everything a girl can get her hands on, and more fucking. Maybe push out a few dozen kids. You know, the norm?

But now my life is so different after this amazing transformation. Girls my age are intimidated by me and look up to me with irreverence, like I'm their idol, who they hope to be someday..... I can't really blame them, either. I look stunning! I tell everyone I'm sixty-two and nobody bats an eye. I tell people I've starred in over ten thousand pornos and they believe me. It feels so naughty..... Men expect me to be so experienced and they fuck me like I'm ready for the kind of sex older women like me are used to. They used to be gentle and take a little care with how they touched me, and made sure I was still being pleasured.

Now, at 'sixty-two', I'm just a receptacle for pleasure and pain. Unprompted men will rip off my clothes and mercilessly fuck me, and take out all their aggression on my giant plastic tits. Or spank me until I can hardly sit. My pleasure is so unimportant my clit was removed by the time I looked in my forties. I don't worry about my own gratification whatsoever. My purpose now is to be a mindless fuckdoll and serve cocks all day. My lips are just so perfect for it. Just don't tell any of the men using and abusing me that I'm secretly not even twenty-one yet. Wouldn't want them to go easy on me, now would we?"

Me when a random passing trans girl who's not a porn account mass likes all of my detrans posts.

Kylie was thrilled when she got a scholarship to attend University in Alabama. She was a bit shy, as a trans girl moving to a new place, and got rather lucky looking for roommates. She moved in with a lesbian couple consisting of two trans girls, Dana and Piper. The girls were so sweet and extremely accommodating to the very shy Kylie, who mostly stayed in her room and studied. Kylie didn't really date or bother her roommates, though she saw them make out constantly and heard them fuck several times a day. She always made it a point not to leave her room if she heard them having sex. Overall, it was a bit uncomfortable but she was adjusting well.

One night, Dana and Piper were watching some sort of live political session. They were absolutely giddy, holding all four hands, one atop the next, shoulder to shoulder. Kylie was ignorant of politics and asked what was up. Dana gleefully explained that they were voting on a forced detrans bill that would require any trans person under twenty-five not only to go off hormones, but take the hormones of their biological sex in very strong doses. For trans men it meant estrogen and fertility drugs like Femruptarin, for trans girls, testosterone and Rocket to greatly increase the size of their genitals.

Kylie was stunned, completely flustered, asking if it would apply to her. They told her it would, she'd have to detrans and become a boy like they would. The lesbian couple seemed utterly elated, their small cocks visibly twitching in their shorts. Kylie watched like her life was flashing before her eyes as the bill unanimously passed. Dana and Piper immediately started making out intensely the second they approved it to go in effect immediately. Kylie was left shaking, so both girls took her to the bedroom, gently caressing her shoulders, her breasts, down to her rather large cock. They smiled when they felt it, telling her how gorgeous it'll be after going on testosterone and Rocket.

The couple reassured her what great news this was, whispering how they'd be too horny to care that they were going through male puberty and being forced to become guys. Their cocks would triple in size, every orgasm would be like shooting a liter of cum. They started kissing Kylie and undressing her, telling her that her cock would be over twenty inches, her balls would grow to the size of grapefruits. She'd cum so hard her body would shake, her brain would feel like it's splitting in half, every time. They could still be femboys, even if their voices dropped and they had stubborn beards, they kissed her neck telling her how excited they were to see her Adam's apple grow as her pretty voice deepened. They squeezed her G-cup breasts, pushing their even larger tits against her, telling her they'd have sexy flat chests, their gorgeous breasts would be chopped off in less than a week, whispering how hot it'll be to finally lose their boobs and have chests like boys are meant to.

The girls' erotic moaning and whispering intensified, slowly telling Kylie they were all just boys anyway playing pretend, making themselves into perverted, male fantasies of girls, pumping their testosterone-starved cocks as they lived out their lesbian porn fantasies. They marveled at Kylie's already big cock and told her it represented how she was totally never meant to be a girl. Her cock proved her body knew it was supposed to be a boy through all the estrogen, chemical forced feminization, and blockers. The girls made love for hours, celebrating their upcoming detransition, and after only a half hour or so of this couple whispering sweet nothings in her ear about growing a huge cock and losing her big fat breasts, she became putty in their hands, allowing herself to be posed and played with and teased and sculpted every which way they desired. In spite of her cock being over twice the size of theirs, they both took turns topping her.

All of Kylie's cares melted away as drool down her lips. She couldn't wait to finally embrace being a boy like her new lovers..... She craved these stronger, male orgasms and all the delightfully naughty changes testosterone would do to her poor, feminine body, forever reshaping it, making her irreversibly masculine, never again able to enjoy being a sexy young woman with big fat breasts and a cute face, petite frame. She'd watch her body grow, her tits get taken away, her body hair thicken, her facial hair come in, and relish every moment of it, finding it the biggest turn on of her entire life.

"Come on, aren't you just in love with them?" Sophia asked her boyfriend, Matt.

"Jesus, how much do those things weigh now?"

Sophia shrugged casually. "I dunno. A lot? Probably thirty pounds each, wanna weigh them?"

"Sure..... maybe later. You know, you don't have to keep doing this, Sophia. They're plenty big."

"Awwww, don't pretend to feel bad for me! I'm your girlfriend, it's my job to please you!"

"I appreciate it..... but don't you think you're taking this a bit far?"

Sophia giggled in a way that made it seem like she took this as a challenge. "You get so timid when your boyish little fantasies get exposed..... I saw all that porn on your laptop. Every other girl you jerk it to is some Influencer who grew out their boobs so much their spines snapped and they legit end up paralyzed from the shoulders down. The girls wear it like a badge of honor. I was so shocked to hear them talk so casually about their bodies being numb, not feeling their pussies, not being able to cum all because they grew such colossal boobs..... They act like it's the pinnacle of sexual appeal to be completely helpless, buried under a gigantic pair of boobs they can't even feel, only able to watch as men fuck them, encouraging them to have fun with their paralyzed bodies and not hold back. That's what you want, isn't it?"

"Sophie, you know I'd never ask that of you. Your career...."

"Being a therapist? Uh, duh, I can still do that over Zoom or Snapchat. Or my patients can come to me, trapped in bed, naked. I'll have to warn them not to mind my ponderous, 200lb-breasts. They're for my boyfriend, just try to ignore them! Or..... if men have pent up frustration, it might be a great way to get some of that anger and trauma out on what will amount to a pair of massive, fatty punching bags. I think that'll be an excellent option for my patients. Of course, I'll at least still be able to suck your cock and taste your cum, that'll be all I need--honest! And if you don't mind I can reward my clients by sucking their cocks, if they like...... this might be fun for the both of us after all!"

"Jesus, you're seriously committed to this?"

Sophia groped her oversized breasts, which were a D-Cup when they started dating only six months ago. "What gave it away? So, are you done pretending you don't want me to grow a pair of the biggest, heaviest, back-breaking tits you've ever seen?"

"Shit..... you are such a freak, I could marry a girl like you....."

"Down boy. Let's wait til my spine snaps! I'll look so much better getting wheeled down the aisle, my boobs well over 100lbs, wearing only a garter belt and veil, ooooo, maybe you can put huge hoops rings through my nipples at the altar? Not like I'll feel you piercing them. Won't that be fun?"

"Nothing would make me happier than to show your rich, snobby family what a good, obedient girl you turned out to be."

Sophia smiled, running over to kiss Matt, squishing her hefty breasts against his chest. Feeling that made both of them realize that although her breasts were absurdly large now, they were ultimately tiny compared to what they'd look like in another year or two.

"Well, I can't say I didn't try.... My transition was going great, I was so sexy and fit, guys absolutely went nuts over me. The second they saw me exercising or doing yoga with my fat cock nice and erect, they'd swarm around me to ask to fuck me in the men's locker room, and show me a good time with their friends. Getting pushed up against the walls and ass fucked for hours as these guys beat off my poor swollen cock became better exercise than actually using the equipment.

All was going good, I was the perfect embodiment of a girl: fun, slutty, incapable of saying no. Then my doctor upped my doses, which happens to, like, almost every trans girl I feel like. I told my doctor I didn't need to go higher but he insisted it was necessary to further feminize me. This is me one month after my hormones got updated, and me right now, one year later. Fuuuuckkk I've gotten so fat! The worst part is how much I love it..... God I'm such a pervert. Just jiggling my belly or struggling to get my clothes on makes my cock insanely hard. Which, like, I thought the whole point of being a trans girl was to get rid of your cock..... I guess it's trendy now for t-girls to make theirs as big as possible? I was eight inches in the video above. Now my cock is about double that size and twice the girth, and I was already pretty thick....

In just a year I've packed on 210lbs of fat. How crazy is that? These hormones are basically telling my brain I'm super pregnant with like sextuplets, so my appetite is insatiable. Both for food and sex. My days are mostly spent now masturbating as I stuff my face. When I started transitioning I looked forward to wearing elegant dresses and looking super sultry. Not jacking off as I stuff my face with pizza and fried chicken, belching and farting constantly, my stomach gurgling and groaning so loud you can hear it a room away, too lazy to even get up to use the bathroom.... I'm not even 400lbs yet and already I'm becoming a total slob, going days on end without bathing, sweating, cooming for ten hours straight as I order DoorDash over and over, asking the delivery drivers to bring it inside because I'm too fat and lazy to get up.

They look so surprised, so disgusted, when they see me. I love it. I know I must smell so bad. They enter the room and put their shirt up over their nose, handing me my food as I'm streaming, making way too much money to be so disgusting..... I'll be covered in sweat and cum, oily, filthy, usually surrounded by big gallon milk containers of piss, if I don't just piss on myself if I'm too lazy to grab a container. Often times I'll be sitting in my own mess, pushing more out as I moan like the depraved gooner perv I've become, jerking my swollen, red and bruised cock as they hand me my food. I'll thank them and ask the really cute guys if they want to fuck me. My once beautiful, tight ass every guy at the gym drooled over now big and fat, covered in cellulite, piled and smeared in my own mess. They look at me like I'm deranged or pathetic. Some of them even say things like, 'I'm not into dudes', which they never said when I was pretty and thin. I'm just a slob now, and the fatter I get the less it'll even matter that I'm a trans girl. I'll get so fat you'll hardly be able to tell if I'm a boy or girl. I'll just be a huge pile of sweaty folds, unwashed, unshaven, a total disgrace, living only to masturbate and stuff my face. I bet you all can't wait to see that.... I've got to thank my doctor when I see him next week, and maybe ask him to up my doses even more.... I bet he'll be so pleased by my progress...."

"Hey, I'm going out for a pack of smokes, need anything?" Michelle asked her younger brother, Sean.

"Sure, I'm almost out. Do you need any money?"

She smacked her giant, octuplet-filled belly. "What? As if.... I'm just gonna find a few guys to fuck for cash, should be no problem with my belly this big."

"Of course.... why didn't I think of that?"

"You're so naive, little bro...." Michelle giggled, giving her belly another playful smack.

"You know, when mom and dad asked if you could live with me, since I had an apartment and you were couch surfing, I didn't quite imagine what that meant."

"I hope you aren't regretting our little arrangement. All the free sex you could ever want with your dreamy older sister?"

"No, definitely not! You know how much I've always fantasized about you..... I just had no clue you were, well...."

"A forever-pregnant whore?"

"Not the words I'd use, but yeah. When did you start prostituting? I thought you went away to college. I didn't want to ask the last few months because I thought it might be rude."

"Awwww, well yeah, I went to college to pursue a Master's in Engineering. All was going well, until my horny-as-fuck sorority sisters convinced me to start partying, take every drug under the sun, and abuse fertility drugs and IQ-lowering drugs to be 'more fun', which I am now, to be fair. Always carrying at least sextuplets, and I'm down to a 62 IQ, from around 170...."

"Holy shit, no wonder you're so different and, well, no offense but all you think about is getting high and having sex."

"See? More fun. Long story short I dropped out because schoolwork was getting in the way of drugs and fucking, and it turns out, fucking is a great way to score more drugs! Win-win. Now is this little interrogation over so I can go out in my little nighttime stroll outfit and get my brains fucked out for some cigarette money." She gave her brother a kiss, deep on the lips, giggled as she wiped as a line of their saliva, then merrily walked from their apartment, bobbing her hips, tits bouncing.

Sean stood there, knowing she'd be back in an hour, and they'd probably chainsmoke and fuck. But he instead got on his jacket and shoes, and took a big wad of money out of his wallet, waiting for her to get to her usual spot along the park near their apartment, before heading out. Since she was a proud little whore, he might as well pay her for sex, the thought of paying his older sister to fuck her in the middle of the park at night made his cock instantly hard. She was such a trainwreck, but he and the rest of their family was far happier to see her become a massively pregnant drug-addicted slut than an engineer. It suited Michelle so much better to be so round and dumb.

"Is the dress too much? I figure I might as well look good if I'm getting my boobs chopped off! Oh, did I not tell you guys? My bad, I've just been so excited! I think? I was going out the other day, walking along the boardwalk in my little blue bikini, picking up guys, normal Saturday. A guy approached me with a small film crew and started asking questions, telling me he runs a popular internet show involving beautiful young talent like me. He complimented my breasts and told me girls with 'oversized melons' like mine were exactly what he was looking for. He asked me if I liked being so big breasted, I said yes. He asked if I fantasize about my boobs getting destroyed or chopped off from time to time, I said yes, duh, what busty girl doesn't have that kink? He asked me if I've ever considered living out those fantasies, I said no, not really. He asked if I ever fantasized about having my clit removed, I blushed and said 'now I will, that's super hot!' He seemed very pleased by my answers, asking me if I thought girls like me ought to get their boobs destroyed for male pleasure. I asked him to clarify and he said if girls like me date guys who want us to get our boobs removed or reduced to nothing because it would turn them on, should we? I emphatically said yes!

He then revealed that he was gathering talent for his next online pageant. He told me it was technically adult content because his fans jerked off to it, but it was presented under the guise of a medical charity. That I and nine other girls like me would be paraded out into a packed auditorium of his fans. A staff of surgical students from a nearby university would be there, and he'd present the main event as a charitable pageant, of sorts. We'd walk out in formal wear, like any beauty pageant. Then we'd wear bikinis. After that we'd strip naked on stage and be lined up, sitting at a chair, with a sturdy tray in front of us. The surgical students would then numb our breasts, and we'd be forced to answer intimate questions about ourselves and our love-lives, all under the pretense of how being so big breasted has negatively impacted our lives and forced us to be oversexualized and overly sexual.

As we're interviewed, the surgeons in training would then remove our breasts, putting on a bit of a show.... playing with their food, basically. Cutting our boobs open vertically and showing the audience all the fat inside, any cysts or tumors (of which I maaay have quite a few, no surprises there!), for educational purposes, emphasizing how unhealthy they are..... piece by piece our boobs will be dismantled and tossed on a scale next to us. The weight of our breasts, how much was removed, apparently contribute a lot to who wins the pageant, so I should definitely stand a good chance of winning with these massive melons! After they're weighed our breasts are tossed in the trash, 'where they belong' the guy interviewing me made it a point to say. By this time in the interview I was straight up fondling my pussy and one tit in public, all caught on camera, available to view on his channel..... I watched the other girls get interviewed and they're so gorgeous, all equally excited to get their huge breasts chopped to mincemeat for this pageant.

It's only a couple hours away now, and I am a bit nervous. I obviously love having breasts this massive but the thought of doing this makes me sooooo wet! And seeing all these men comment on my video about how much they can't wait to jerk off watching my boobs get dismantled, I simply can't let them down! Wish me luck! I can't wait to stand on that stage with a bandage wrapped around my former tits, smiling and showing off my sexy new flat chest, along with the other girls. All for a good cause of course! How else do you make money to support breast cancer? Gotta show millions and millions of hungry eyes how dangerous and unhealthy my big fat perfect titties really are on the inside.... Ya'll are gonna flip when you see how many tumors and cysts these gorgeous fuckable titties have. I can't wait to show them off for you at long last! ❤️"

"Hey guys! So, since I finally turned 18 I decided to ask my parents how they thought my transition was going, since I've been on estrogen since the beginning of high school. They smiled in a kind way and said they think I still have a long way to go if I want to look like a girl. That's why they still accidentally use male pronouns with me and call me their son.... especially in public and when introducing me. They said I still look way too masculine. They told me I need to start getting surgery. I nervously agreed. We eventually sat down with a surgeon who definitely thought I looked way too much like a boy, despite having grown F-Cup breasts. My cock is also only a couple inches, and my testis have shriveled to nothing! But they insisted I need surgery to look more like a girl, so who am I to object? Tomorrow's my first operation. My surgeon says he has a whole roadmap of surgeries for me in store to make me look like a 'real girl'. Time will tell...."

"Tada! Well, only a year and a half into my surgical journey. I know, I'm only nineteen and I look like I'm in my mid forties. Most guys actually guess I'm in my early fifties, which is sorta crazy.... My parents definitely call me she/her now, but they don't introduce me as their daughter..... I've sort of become a sex worker, I know, not super surprising, looking at my body now..... Mom and dad refer to me as 'Dad's mistress who was born a boy'. They always go out of their way to tell people I was born male, emphasizing my cock as one of my best qualities. It used to be so small and feminine.... Part of my surgical journey was apparently enlarging my cock extensively, even putting me on dick growth pills that had testosterone in them. In fact, my hrt regimen probably has more testosterone than estrogen.

It made my pretty, feminine voice drop, now I sound like a lot of trans girl porn stars, which I guess male clients prefer I sound this way. My cock is fifteen inches, thicker than my wrists, and my testicles are about the size of pears, they're huge! I tell my surgeon that shouldn't testis this big be producing more than enough testosterone??? I'm a trans girl after all, I should be on estrogen..... He and my family tell me I need to take more due to the 'damage' estrogen did to my body when I should've been going through puberty as a boy. So I'm making up for lost time, they remind me almost every day it's fine for me to go off estrogen altogether.

But my family is finally coming around to me being trans. They're all telling me how beautiful I look, though I'm nowhere near done with getting more surgery. Everyone tells me not to worry that I have such a huge cock and testicles so big my scrotum could hold a bowling ball. That it doesn't make me any less of a girl, and I need to keep going with my surgeries and hormones. Well, they're not the ones that have to cover this beard with layers of concealer and foundation.....

Oh well, daddy seems quite pleased, as he parades me around, calling me his mistress born a boy. He loves to flaunt my body to random men and watch them fuck me. He also loves taking me to bdsm clubs downtown and binding me, paddling and abusing my cock and balls and big fake tits for all to see. Sometimes he slips up and calls me his daughter, never his son. It always makes me cum when he does that, then he beats my balls black and blue, telling me I wasn't permitted to cum yet. "Yes, daddy--oops, master!" I always squeal, so he has an excuse to beat my boy parts up some more for all the lovely patrons to see. I can't believe how many men daddy has made me fuck already, I guess this was their plan for my transition all along. And if it means I look like a sixty-year-old washed up porn star with a twenty-inch cock in a year or two, all I hope is mom and daddy are happy with my transition! ❤️"

Vicky came from a rich family, having all the best opportunities in education available to her. She always wanted to escape her family's wealthy bubble and study abroad, maybe even do charity work in foreign countries that were less fortunate. Soon into her tenure at Yale she found herself at the opportunity of her dreams, to pursue her Master's in social science as she traveled to other countries, putting the eight languages she spoke to the test along the way. She set her sights on South America, where she'd be deployed with resources, a small staff, and a general goal of providing mental health aid to people in smaller villages on the outskirts of majors cities in countries like Chile, Peru, and Brazil. All while documenting her journey, of course.

What started off as an eye-opening, wonderful journey where she met all sorts of wonderful people, giving them counseling to the best of her ability, even dispensing medication in some cases. Vicky felt confident in her background and education thus far, albeit a bit lost from time to time. Soon none of that mattered, as she became a source of fascination to the young, male locals, who increasingly went to see her just to ask her inappropriate questions and try to hit on her. Vicky's odyssey of mental health aid quickly spiraled into a continent-wide exploration of her sexuality.

She went from village to village, city to city, the red carpet rolled out by her staff to offer aid, but that aid went from counseling and occasionally dispensing medicine, to letting the stressed out or lonely local men line up to fuck her. Offering 'counseling' to the girls she met with to dress more slutty, glamorize their appearances, and let themselves indulge in mindless sex for fun. Soon the only medication she was dispensing was for STDs, not that she bothered to take any, citing collecting all of these 'bugs' as part of her educational journey, getting genuinely excited when new symptoms flared up, compounding other issues, soon turning her pussy into a hugely swollen, red mound of puffy, sore tissue that burnt simply to touch, and men just loved how tight it felt from becoming so extremely swollen. Vicky soon came to view having such an STD-riddled pussy as a sign of true womanhood and a trophy all girls should seek out.

Vicky's six years came and went, and by the time she was supposed to return to the states, to Yale, and present her thesis, she declined to go back, becoming such a beloved pseudo-celebrity throughout various regions of South America that she no longer required resources or a staff from her college. Cities and towns provided her everything she needed, namely an inviting building for men to line up around as Vicky was fucked senseless in front of an audience of women, lecturing them like a professor in Portuguese, Spanish, or Guarani, depending on the region, about how to be a proper woman. To denounce formal education, give up reading and learning at any sort of school, to hit the streets, walk around naked, become free-use, and revel in every catcall or grope from a stranger. To lean into every man's slightest advance and encourage as much casual sex as possible. Her 'thesis', if anything, became the revelation that her only purpose was to stay as pregnant as possible all the time, and never say no to sex, even in the middle of giving birth. And that all girls should probably do the same.

"You must be my lucky surgeon! Nervous?" Samantha asked a male student around her age named Jake.

"Kind of. I mean, I've done a few procedures like this but not one so.... well, expansive. Especially in front of a stadium like this. I can't believe plastic surgery is turning into a sport these days."

"You'll do fine! And it's not really all that shocking.... at least imo. People love seeing pretty girls get worked on, and whoever came up with that drug that makes you all numb but still awake is like a mad genius. Now every other Instagram or TikTok influencer is getting plastic surgery just to make live reaction vids.... Lucky you, though! And I have a background in theater so I'm pretty good at playing off my surgeon, making jokes, and of course doing my best little porn star impression as you stuff the new implants in my boobs and make them even bigger!"

"Wow.... sounds like at least one of us is an expert."

Samantha smiled. "I've been around the block a few times, hotshot. If it wasn't obvious...."

"If I may.... uhhh, how many CCs are those?"

"3600CCs! Gorgeous, aren't they? I literally can't believe I'm getting signed up for another expansion. Counting my lucky stars the next big one I get is to have my boobs lopped off. Maybe my surgeon can crush them with a press or something entertaining for the crowd."

"Wow, is that a thing some of these influencer surgeons do?"

Samantha shrugged. "Who knows? But surgery always needs new pioneers! Anyway....... You're taking me all the way up to 5000CCs! My boobs are going to be absolutely colossal! I kinda can't wait but at the same time I'm like goddammit, I was just getting used to these massive plastic punching bags I'm forced to walk around with."

"Are expansions the only surgeries you're ever signed up for during these live events?"

"Mostly. Oh! Well, I also had my clit removed. That was really fun. My surgeon was such a sweet guy and we had great chemistry, treating the whole thing like a tongue-in-cheek performance where he'd tease me by giving me one last orgasm..... then another..... and another, in front of the whole stadium. And I basically got to a point where I was begging him to remove it to stop torturing me by making me cum over and over on live TV. That guy could eat a girl out with even better artistry than.... well, how quickly he got rid of my clit! He was incredible!"

"Sounds like you're really enjoying yourself doing this."

"Ehhhh, it's an acquired taste..... I love being exposed and worked on in front of millions. It's really exhilarating! Even if it can be difficult enduring such big changes to your body constantly....."

"And you never know what surgery you'll be signed up for next?"

"Nope! That's all part of the fun! For all I know after this I could have my arms and legs lopped off. Happened to my friend, Alexia, a few weeks ago! She had such a blast during that show! But I'm getting ahead of myself......" Samantha took Jake's hand and shoved it down her blouse, making him cup and lift out one of her breasts. "Go on! Get used to my boobs! Consider this homework while we fly to Seattle. You need to be intimately acquainted with this big fake play-things of mine..... You can grope and squeeze them all you want. Don't worry about being too rough, even if you managed to make one of my implants burst you'd just be removing it in a few hours anyway! Go nuts! I can't wait to see you work on them later today!"

Jake smiled, doing as he was told, quite pleased he signed up for this program through his college. Even if he botched the surgery it'd still be a great experience and earn him loads of credits. As he squeezed and explored Samantha's breasts he wondered if he could request her again next time and get permission to be creative. He had some ideas about how he wanted to 'improve' her even further......