Reddish Blond Haired Ontario Canada

Take me to Thailand & fully Femanize me. I’ll keep you very happy

💜Original femme captions by Princess Vikki PNK💜

Please. The estrogen you feed/inject me with will work faster

Yes he does. If only I could find a man like that

Ontario Canada Trenton area!! Cum get me!!

50’s male large boned 6’2” Could be perfect Amazon Queen for the right guy!!

Dontcha know, it's true~

Wish I had some nice manly stuff in my messages rn to really make me feel like best girl~♡

Spooky Season -Werewolf anon

After the trauma of birthing my litter of... pups... alone... two months ago, I spent hours hunting down my one night stand, needing answers. It wasn't as difficult as I expected, turns out he was looking for me, too. We meet behind the bar we met in, at his request. He asked about 'The kids' as soon as he saw me.. He knew?? How? His grin is unsettling, and he nods in approval when informed that he's the father of four healthy werepups, and I get the gut feeling that he must have actually planned to knock me up. I carefully broach the subject of support, and the fact that I have no idea how to raise kids, let alone babies that spend a weekend a month feisty and covered in fur. He agrees to support me and the babies financially as well as he can, but has no interest in the fatherhood part, on one condition: that I sleep with him at least once every six months, no condom, one to two days before the full moon.

Hello, Werewolf Anon! Are you the same anon who wrote about the one-night stand with a guy who's secretly a werewolf, who shockingly gave birth to 4-6 werewolf pups one night during a full moon? If not, that's totally cool, but I'm realizing now that I cannot find that particular post anywhere on the blog and I'm wondering if Tumblr ate it.

Sigh. Goddammit, Tumblr. Let me know if that's the case and I'll get it reposted.

Finding out that you've most likely been purposefully bred is one thing. Finding out that he's eager to keep doing it? That's gotta be something else entirely. He knows that you'll need his support to help raise all of those babies, and he's backed you into a corner-- you'll take his cock raw on a monthly basis, or you'll have to figure out how to make ends meet with four hungry mouths to feed.

But is it really that much of a hardship? You can't help but recall how incredible it felt when he fucked you, pounding you in ways that left you begging and screaming for more throughout that fateful night. One evening of incredible sex a month to leave you and your kids in relative financial comfort seems like a small price to pay. And while getting crammed full of seed once every 30 days might be playing a dangerous game of Russian roulette with your ovaries, you probably won't get pregnant again.

Right?

(A Spooky Season response.)

All the time. I dream of having a man to do this anytime anywhere. Fill my boi pussy with your hard manly cock. Take my little clittie & turn it into a pussy for a 3rd hole to fuck. I’d be your perfect full figured Amazon Queen after you feminized me.

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“I’m not a girl!” I protest as you finish tying my wrists together to the top of the bed frame. You laugh at me, and stroke my breasts.

“That what are these? I don’t know of any man who has tits like these.” You cup my tits and push them up towards my face. I jerk my head back and struggle, twisting as much as I can while pinned beneath you.

“Let me go!”

You lean forward, still sitting on my waist, until you are hovering above my face, arms on either side of my head. You are so much stronger than me, you remind me of how weak I am, how I am barely a boy.

“Now, are you going to be a good girl and let me fuck you?”

“I’m not a girl! And you don’t get to fuck me! Let me go!”

You sigh, frustrated with my resistance. “Well, looks like I’m going to have to teach my little girl a lesson, aren’t I?”

You reach down and pick something up from next to the bed. I can’t see what it is, between my tied wrists and your heavy weight I can’t move at all.

Then you lift it up over my head triumphantly. My eyes widen. 

“No! You can’t put that in me! It won’t fit! It’s too big.”

You smile and press the head of the dildo gag at my lips. “Are you going to a good girl and let me put this in you?”

I shake my head and turn my head away. Your smile drops and you slap me. I jerk back, cheek stinging. You slap me again and again, finally I gasp and you grab my chin squeezing my mouth to stay open. I can’t even complain or yell before you’re feeding through the dildo gag. I choke and sputter, gasping around it.  Tears pool in my eyes and you laugh and grab my throat.

“You’re going to suck that cock and remember that it’s fake, just like that little packer you had in your panties. Real men don’t need fake dicks. And as you suck it, you’re going to wish it was my cock you were sucking.”

I whine, no longer gagging but throat still convulsing around it. Convulsing beneath your hand.

You let go of my throat, and slide your hand down between my breasts, stopping just long enough to pinch and pull at my nipples. It has me  whining, trying to escape your grasp, but at the same time, the unfamiliar touch feels so… good. No! I’m a boy— only girls like to have their tits played with.

Your hand slides lower, stopping at my boxers. You push yourself back so that you are kneeling over me. Your hands grip my bulge and squeeze. “And look what we have here… a fake cock? Now why would a boy like you need one of these?”

My cheeks burn with humiliation, and I try to snap back but all I do is just whine around the gag. You smile cruelly at me, tugging my boxers down over my knees, and then further until they come off completely. I kick and squirm against you, trying to get you away, only stopping to flinch as the cold air hits my pussy.

You toss my boxers and packer away. “Now let’s see this cute little cunt of yours.”

I shake my head, squeezing my thighs together but that doesn’t stop you from grabbing them and spreading my legs wide to the cold air. I stop squirming. It’s so cold, and my pussy is so hot. I tremble and squirm and you laugh.

“Look at that! You’re already dripping. You must really like being told your true place!”

I whine and gurgle around the gag, face burning hot in anger and embarrassment. I’m a boy! Not a girl!

You slide a finger up and down the length of my pussy, stopping at my clit. My clit begins to harden under the soft touch. It’s been too long since someone touched me there. 

“It’s a shame about all the bush… though that can be fixed easily. I suppose though you think this little clit of yours makes you a man, huh?”

I huff and protest around the gag, but you ignore me. You slide two fingers in to my pussy and my protests die. I shiver and squirm, but this time I’m not trying to escape your touch, I’m trying to encourage you. My pussy squelches as you scissor me open and I moan in aroused humiliation at the sound.

You laugh again. “Wow, you really are a desperate slut, aren’t you girl?”

You twist your fingers around, rubbing at my walls until I’m moaning and throbbing, trying to chase the orgasm I can feel beginning to build. Then you stop, leaving your fingers there as it fades away. I cry out around the gag, trying to thrust against you, trying to chase that relief. You grab my hips and hold me still, until it completely fades. I look up at you, teary eyed.

“Only good girls get to cum… And you seem to think you’re a boy. Though, you did seem to enjoy that, a lot like a girl would.”

My eyes widen and… Maybe… Maybe you aren’t wrong. I did enjoy that a lot. The feeling of you fingering my pussy, I could also imagine your dick in its place. My pussy throbs, and my clit burns with need.

You pull out your fingers and before I have to time to complain about the loss, you are sliding your dick into my cunt. 

I offer no resistance, squeezing and throbbing around your cock and you begin to thrust, slowly, but quickly getting faster and faster until you are thrusting at a steady. 

“What a good girl. You greedy, just sucking my cock in. This is just what you needed, isn’t it? Someone to show you what a real girl needed, huh? You just needed someone’s cock, that’s all.”

I nod and moan, not even thinking about it, not even resisting it anymore. You’re right, I did need a cock. I needed a cock in my pussy so much that I thought I needed to be a man. But I’m beginning to see it now, I just need someone to fuck me with a big cock.

You slap my tits, and then start to grope and play with them, tugging and pinching at my nipples, squeezing and playing with them. “Look at these things! When you’re pregnant with my child they’ll just get even larger, and then they’ll fill up with milk. Just like a good girl’s tits should do.”

I moan my agreement. I need to be fucked. I need you to fuck me until you knock me up.

You change the rhythm of your thrusting and now the dildo I had been sucking unconsciously  on, is being thrown back and forth in my mouth in time with every thrust that shoved me forward.

I’m drooling and swallowing around it. The pressure of the dildo hitting the back of my throat nearly makes me gag, but it makes me feel so full. My eyes slide shut.

You slap me. “Keep your eyes open, slut. I want you to see what it looks like for a girl to get fucked.”

I force my eyes open and watch you as you slam your hips against mine. Every time your thrust, you shove my body up and against the dildo. I moan around it, feeling so full. You’re right, this is my place. This is my purpose.

You remove your groping hands from my tits, gripping my throat and you keep thrusting a steady rhythm. I’m so close to cumming from you fucking me alone.

“This is what girls like you are made for, to be little slutty cumdumps. To be fucked for real men’s pleasure. That’s all you are. A slut. A slut for cum. For real men’s cum. Isn’t that right?”

I nod my head frantically, and I plead as much as I can, for you to let me cum. For you to cum in me, so that I can serve my purpose as a girl. But the only sounds I can make are desperate moans and groans.

You stop thrusting and I whine and squeeze around your cock, trying to get you to continue. I was so close…

“Only good girls get to cum,” you remind me.

I am a good girl. I’m a good girl. Please let me cum. I’m a good girl.

You pull out the gag, a strand of saliva following it. I moan at the absence of it, and I try to focus on your face.

“What are you?” You demand.

I stare in confusion at the sudden loss of the gag, and you repeat your demand, slapping my face. I shudder under your touch, desperate for more.

“A girl.”

“Louder! What are you? What is your purpose?”

“I’m a girl! I’m a girl! I have a pussy for you to rape and breed. I have tits for men to use. I’m a girl!”

Your thrusts become erratic, faster and faster until you pull out nearly all the way before slamming back, hitting my cervix and cum. You cum and cum and cum. Filling me up with so much cum.

I cry as the tension begins to fade as I begin to miss my orgasm. You reach down and rub my clit. Rubbing it furiously. Hard and rough in tight circles that has electric shocks running through me as I arch and cum around you, drawing even more cum out of you. The whole time you’re chanting, telling me about how much of a girl I am.

 Finally, you pull out of me, and cum follows. You look down at me, face flushed and eyes unfocused.

“What a good girl.”

All I Want for Christmas

Kevin stared out the window as the first snow of the season gently fell to the ground. It was late, and he’d just gotten back from another awkward holiday gathering at work. Everyone else was coupled up, while he was… well, alone.

“All I want is someone,” he muttered, his breath fogging the glass. “A hot girl to show up at my apartment. So I don’t have to be alone at Christmas. Am maybe I can get laid for once. Is that too much to ask?”

The snow thickened, a sudden gust of wind howled outside. Kevin turned away from the window. Then it hit him. A sharp, pulsing sensation coursed through his entire body. “What the hell?” he gasped, doubling over as warmth radiated outward from his chest, his limbs, everywhere.

His hands clutched his torso, fingers pressing against his sides as his waist began to narrow, his hips spreading in response. “No… no, no, no!” he cried, stumbling toward the mirror in the hallway. His body shifting with every passing second.

His chest pushed forward, soft, full mounds growing beneath his shirt as the fabric stretched, then strained. His shoulders softened, his arms slimmed, the hair on his body disappeared.

Kevin tried to speak, but his voice cracked, climbing in pitch until it was high and unfamiliar. “This… isn’t… happening…” he whispered, his new voice sultry and undeniably feminine.

His stared at his reflection. His hair, once short and unkempt, fell around his shoulders. His face, was unrecognizable, with full lips and bright, wide eyes.

His clothing wasn’t spared either. His jeans tightened, morphing into a form-fitting red velvet skirt, while his shirt melded into a festive, cleavage-revealing Santa top. A fluffy red hat appeared atop his head, completing the look.

Kevin took an unsteady step back, his breathing shallow as he stared at the beautiful, curvaceous woman in the mirror. “I look like some kind of Christmas slut.”

But even as panic gripped him, a new feeling began to form in his mind. He couldn’t deny the thoughts his reflection gave him. She was gorgeous.

I’m gorgeous.

“Wait. No.  That’s not right,” He clutched at his head, trying to push away the thoughts.

Yet, as he stumbled back onto the couch, his hands roamed his new body instinctively, fingertips brushing against the soft curves of his hips, his thighs, his chest. A low, involuntary moan escaped his lips.

“Stop it, Kevin,” he muttered, though the words felt hollow. The way his body reacted, the way the warmth built with every touch.  It was overwhelming.

His thoughts started to shift, small whispers at first. You’re so sexy… they teased. Why not enjoy it? Why not have some fun?

“No! I—I just need to figure out how to fix this.”

But then another thought crept in, more insistent. Fix it? Why would you want to? Look at yourself… men would fall all over you. You can get laid. Just like your wish.

A shiver ran down his spine. Men. The idea sent a strange thrill through him, and his mind immediately conjured an image of someone.

Josh.

Kevin froze, his heart racing. Josh, his roommate, with his stupidly perfect smile, his easygoing confidence, his broad shoulders.

“No… I’m not… I don’t…” But the denial was half-hearted now, drowned out by the sensations of his new body.

She…Kevin…stood, swaying slightly as she caught sight of her reflection again. Her lips parted in a sultry smile, unbidden but intoxicating. Josh would love this…

Her pulse quickened at the thought of him seeing her like this, touching her, wanting her. She crossed the room, her hips swaying with every step, and leaned against the doorframe, staring at the clock.

Josh was due back any minute.

The jingle of keys at the door sent her heart into a frenzy. A wave of excitement and anticipation washed over her.

The lock clicked.

The door creaked open.

“Josh…” she whispered, “Come and get your present. It’s under the tree.”