Looking For Someone In Ontario To Feminize Me

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nsfw stuff!!!!!

Day 1

This is fox Mulder with the fbi I been signed up to do this investigation alone basically i been going nuts over food because I never ate for the past 2 days I’m going to eat now.

day 2 

I feel so sore all over my body I don’t know what happened I ate something then my body ached I don’t know why probably food poisoning but I’ll go to the hospital tomorrow 

day 3 

I got checked but nothing I don’t know why but I suddenly feel sick I believe I got a cold but if it’s fatal I’ll go to the doctor 

day 4 

my height I lost 3  inches I’m about 5,8 but my hair has been growing I chopped it off but it grew back my nails feel odd wait.....they’re growing what the hell?!

Day 5 

okay I’m scared my hands are small and my shoes don’t fit me and my body hair has fallen off while taking a shower I didn’t use a razor but my skin is smoother then scullys.

day 6 

okay I have my hair in a ponytail and my face changed last night my nose is smaller my lips are big and eyelashes are visible wait....oooooohhhhh my cloooothes they feeel tight oh my jeans! My hips and my butt is swelling up it’s sooooo tight they’re going to...( rip) oh god my pants my hips are so big!

day 7

Okay your not going to believe me but I’m already 5,3  now and I miss my height but my chest has been hurting for the past 2 hours I believe I’m going to- wait are those breasts?! Oh god they’re getting bigger my shirt is so tight I c-can’t breathe!! I’m going to pass out.....

day 8 

oh god how long have I been out?! My voice sounds different I need to use the bathroom....wait where’s my dick?! How I’m I supposed to get used to this?!!?

day 9 

no one recognizes me I’m scared why did this happen what did I eat?!?

day 10

holy shit I found the reason for this I ate some kind of supernatural food that transformed me into a women I hope it is temporary.

day 11

i tried to convince Scully she said she was looking for me...ITS ME GODDAMNIT!!!!!!!

day 12 

I want it back I want my body back.

day 13

okay time to start a new life now I’m going to name myself faith.

day 14 

I joined Scully yes yes!!!!

day 15 

im wearing a tight dress and I love this new life baby!

day 16

theres no stopping me faith Mulder I took down a criminal who has been stealing information about aliens 

day 17 

skinner wants me 

day 18 

Oh god what did I do last night with him?!

I need an aggressive man to take me and permanently turn me into his fat bottomed Amazon Queen to look after all of his needs.

Ride me hard and put me away wet. Let me wake you up every morning with a blow job or more.

Yes yes yes hurry up and give it to me!!!!!

i cannot get enough of your all the way through content, would you ever write more? like maybe being fucked by a ghost whose cock can pass through things at will, allowing them to fuck your cunt and stretch open your cervix only to keep going until you feel the head coming out of your mouth. and maybe its cock is long enough that it can get itself off without ever pulling out of your throat, leaving you filled completely and totally suffocated.

idk just the idea of all the way thru that you can do again and again instead of just,, u know,,, dying

Ooh, this is a nice idea <3

Maybe I end up fooling around a little too much with "ritual" objects that claim to "have a connection to the afterlife". That stuff isn't real, right? It's all too easy for me to dismiss all of it, especially when it ends up having absolutely zero immediate effect on me. Of course, that's just hubris on my part, assuming the incorporeal can't effect me. It's not like I could reasonably fend it off.

I learn my lesson the hard way in public. I gasp when something ice-cold prods at my cunt beneath my clothes, which earns me a few concerned stares from passers-by; I brush off their worry and hurry to the nearest restroom, trying not to panic as my pussy is again caressed. I lock myself into a single-stall and hurriedly take off my pants to figure out what the hell is going on, only to be greeted by...nothing. I can't see anything that might be causing this. Just as I figure out what's going on, the ghost messing with me decides to take its mischief even further, which almost makes me moan.

I manage to hold myself back and just hurry home as fast as I can without acting suspicious, which is more difficult than it seems when there's something chilling me from the inside out. All the while, the ghost is spreading me more and more, pushing deeper and deeper inside me with slow purpose, and I can do nothing to stop it as I fumble with the front door of my house, slamming it closed behind me. As soon as I manage to get it locked, I stumble to my bedroom for at least a little bit of comfort as the ghost reaches my cervix.

I lean over my bed, as though actually presenting my cunt to a partner despite being fully-clothed. The ghost presses up against my cervix for a few moments, but it doesn't feel like it's genuinely having trouble; quite the opposite, in fact. The ghost knows exactly what it can do to me, and it's all too glad to do it. It follows through when it pops through my cervix with little resistance, making me whine loudly as it fills my womb with hardly any effort.

Still, it pushes deeper, further, paying no mind to my moaning or squirming. The chill of its cock sends shivers up my spine, and so does the feeling of having my womb filled by something I can't even see. It doesn't even stop at my womb, the freezing cold of its body creeping further and further into mine, and my eyes roll back in my head at the sensation, toes curling, knees shaking. The only thing I can do is grab useless handfuls of the blankets as the ghost violates me more thoroughly than I've ever been violated before.

The ghost's plans reach a climax when something spreads my throat open. I can still breathe, thanks to its incorporeal nature, but that doesn't stop me from swallowing around it reflexively, enamored with the sensation despite just how unsettling this entire situation is. It only gets better when the ghost starts thrusting, using my entire body as a cocksleeve just because it can. Just because I was the one who messed around a little bit too much with things I didn't understand. Now, I'm paying for it with whatever pleasure I can grant the afterlife.

Of course, I must be making the ghost feel good if it wants to keep doing this at all, but it also seems to delight in making me react, using long, powerful strokes that spread my throat open wide each time. The ghostly cock slides easily over my tongue and out of my open mouth, and I almost wish I could see it, just to have the pleasure of knowing who or what I was serving. I'm learning to like this much more quickly than I thought I would.

It doesn't take the ghost too much time to reach the edge of pleasure, Its motions losing their deliberate feeling as its strokes stutter and change rhythm. It thrusts faster, harder, opening me up more powerfully, and I arch my back despite the fact that the ghost needs no help from me to access whatever part of my body it wants. It's just my natural reaction to knowing that whoever's fucking me is getting closer and closer to climax.

When the ghost reaches orgasm, its entire cock twitches inside of my body, an odd sensation that makes me moan - but I can't moan for long. The ghost pulls back just enough for its cum to flood my mouth. A supernatural force prevents me from parting my lips to let any of it out, and so it fills my cheeks easily before pouring down my throat around the phantom intruder. My stomach fills to capacity easily, so the ectoplasmic seed takes the next route out and fills my guts, bloating my midsection, rounding it out to hang heavy beneath me as my eyes roll back in my head.

Finally, the ghost stops. It remains plugged in my body, yes, but at least it's not thrusting anymore, which allows me a little bit of room to regain my senses. Shivering, I look down at my midsection, enchanted with the way my shirt stretches tight over my full middle. I drag my fingertips across it, and the ghost twitches again, which makes me gasp.

I don't know if the ghost plans to pull out anytime soon, but frankly, I hope it doesn't. I want to know how far it can go.

Cum and get me I’m waiting for you to permenatly feminize me fully

💞💞

Who is going to take mine? While down there you can also take the rest. Feminize me & use me

I won’t cry to see them gone & the estrogen you give me will work faster without them

I so want to start then complete this journey.

I want to go all the way. Ontario Canada Belleville area

“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. It’s been a week since my last confession.”

You are nervous, conflicted, and scatter-brained as you take your seat. The confessional is dark. You shed your coat and lay it across your lap. It’s warm in the church, in stark contrast to the sharp chill of the outside wind. You pull a hand through your hair, taking a deep, nervous breath, and trying to make yourself comfortable.

“May the Lord help you to confess your sins.”

A month or so ago, your church had introduced a new priest as the standing one retired. He is young, brilliant, kind, and absolutely stunning: tall with deep brown hair falling about his jaw and dark brown eyes. His features are sharp — an angular jaw, deep-set eyes, and high cheekbones. His voice is deep and smooth, even alluring. Slowly, you noticed that you had been allowing your mind and eyes to wander during mass. You started to wonder how strong he is. How soft his hands are. What he smells like when he holds you close to him. What his lips would feel like against your skin. How his body looks under his cassock. How big his…

“My child, are you alright?”

His voice snaps you back to reality, and you clear your throat.

“Yes, I’m sorry,” you hastily answer. “This is difficult for me.”

“Take your time. I am here to listen and guide you down the right path,” he comforts.

Instead of warm, you begin to feel like you’re overheating. His voice alone arouses you, much to your dismay. You fumble with the top button of your shirt, loosening it and pulling at your collar. You try to ignore the carnal desires of your flesh, but your slacks are beginning to feel a bit tight.

“I have uhm… been having impure thoughts, Father.” Your hands begin to shake, nervous about how this will cause him to view you. He has seen you many times at the soup kitchen, and he knows you participate in a lot of local charity. For reasons you can’t seem to place, you care a lot about what he thinks of you.

“I see…” he hummed. There is a long pause as you fiddle with the rosary in your hand. “Have you acted on these desires that are driving your thoughts?”

“No,” you fib. Even in this confessional, where you are supposed to pour yourself out to the Lord, you cannot find the bravery to admit that you have acted on these desires. But you do it alone, where no one knows the vile things you fantasize about.

“Hm… well. Everyone has lustful thoughts. It is natural, as we are born with a sinful nature. It happens to us all.” His voice is calm and comforting. Your imagination runs wild with more questions yet again.

“Even you, Father?” You say it before you can manage to stop yourself. The tinges of curiosity got the best of you. You tell yourself that it’s for own comfort — to know that you aren’t alone in your thoughts and struggle with them. But under the surface, part of you yearns to know what he thinks about when he’s alone, with no other outside influence. You wonder, does this servant of God have the same sinful thoughts? Does he have to repent for the same sins? And even more so — am I the reason?

“Yes, my child. Even me. I, too, have been born into sin. I am human, just like you.” You wonder what he likes… his preferences. If he likes it rough or if he’s more of the gentle kind. What words he would whisper to you while he touches you. You wonder how he sounds when he cums.

You finally work up the courage to look at him through the screen. His eyes are serious, but not judgmental. He is beautiful in the dim light of the confessional. With your eyes locked together, the sparks inside you catch, and you have decided you are no longer here to be cleansed of your sins. You are here to give yourself over to them.

But this man has taken very serious vows. He has made unbreakable promises — to himself, his colleagues, his superiors, his congregation… and to God. You know there is no way that he would throw all of that away. You recognize that these desires are one-sided killing that flaring spark in your mind, but oh, how you crave him. At this point, you can deny it no longer.

“This is a heavy and serious topic with many complexities. This conversation may take a little while to get through. We may want to meet about this in a more private setting, where I have more time to tend to your concerns. Would that suit you?”

“Yes.” You answer quickly. So much so, in fact, that you blush, embarrassed once again.

“Wonderful. In an hour, I will meet you here again, and we can discuss this in my study. Peace be with you.”

“And also with you.” You take a deep breath to calm yourself. “Thank you, Father.”

As you sit in the chapel waiting for him, your mind races. Your mind is occupied with images and ideas most disgraceful. The way he would feel deep inside you, crying out in ecstasy. How beautiful his bare body would look in the low, orange-yellow glow of the study lamplight. What he may do with you when you are alone, with only God to judge. Your body is filled with can ache that only he can satisfy. You pray for release.

Soon after, you are on your knees in his study, hands clasped together in front of your chest, rosary tangled in them.

“The best thing about our Savior is that he is all-forgiving. No matter what horrible things you may think or say or do, you can always seek him for forgiveness…” You open your eyes and see his cassock falling off his shoulders as he glides it off. Under it, he wears black pants and a black button up shirt.

You feel yourself getting hard all over again. Your heart is absolutely racing. In this moment, with him towering over you, you come to the jarring conclusion that you do not want him despite the fact that he is your priest. You want him because he is your priest.

He places a hand on top of your head. You tilt your head slightly back, welcoming his touch, and feel the cold beads of his rosary resting on your forehead. He closes his eyes to pray, and you do the same. His hands are soft and warm, tender and comforting. His cologne is intoxicating. Your mind begins to stray yet again, but his soft, yet authoritative voice brings you back in.

“Lord, forgive us for what our flesh leads us to do.”

You repeat his words in your head… ‘us?’ Before you have time to question what it may mean, you hear the quiet ringing of a belt buckle and open your eyes to see him unbuttoning his slacks, his belt loose and undone. He looks down at you.

“Is this the kind of cleansing you have come here for?” He coos. You freeze, afraid to answer. But he comforts you again as he pulls his boxers down just enough. “It’s okay. You can tell me. It’s just between me, you…” he spits into his hand, “…and God.”

You nod, hands still folded in front of you. Inside, you are melting. He wraps his fingers around his big, thick cock, slowly and gently stroking as you watch. With the other hand, he gently holds your jaw, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. The rosary is still tangled in his fingers. You admire him, in all his filth and sin. This is what you wanted. What you were desperate for. What you thought about and touched yourself to in the shower. What you dreamed about last night. This is it.

“Stay still. Just open your mouth.” His gentle instructions are your permission. He teases your tongue, barely allowing you to taste the tip of his dick. Your mouth waters as you gently suck on it, watching heavenly pleasure wash over his face. If this is sin, why does it feel like such a release? A victory? A relief of so much painful tension? Why does it feel so good? His once gentle fingers grip your hair as he lets out a soft moan, wiping your mind clean of all these worries and stresses. You decide will let him guide you. “That’s it… let me cleanse you, my child… from the inside out.”