#I need to be bred

[nininikki]

watch me pretend to be normal about him

#nikki talks ✶ #connie springer #i need to be bred

[filledoutboywife]

I love knowing there’s a man out there who I will belong to for eternity.

Not just as his wife and the mother of his children, but that I’ll be an old woman surrounded by grandchildren who all have my eyes and his smile. Their features will be our features, woven together and passed down. Will my big, dark eyes one day be remembered as a trait of my husband’s family, instead of mine or my mother’s?

When I die, everyone will remember me as a wife and mother. The wife of my husband. Mrs. John Smith or whoever. Mama. Nana. Those who remember me will seldom call me by name. What was it again? I hadn’t had a license since my youngest got his permit because my husband and I agreed the only point of me driving was to drive the children where they needed to go while my husband was at work. The night he cut up my license was confirmation of what I’d always known: there’s no view better than the one I have when I’m by my husband’s side.

When my children look through boxes of paperwork, they’ll see I was never on the title to the house or car, nor were any of the bank accounts in my name. All my letters were addressed to and signed as Mrs. John Smith, Mama, and Nana. I’ll have led such a domestic life that my children will have to look as far back as my marriage license to learn my maiden name. They’ll struggle to imagine me as a young woman with that name, ultimately deciding that it doesn’t fit. Nobody can imagine me as anyone other than Mrs. Smith, that old broad with the big family.

My obituary will spend longer listing the names of my innumerable children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren than it will list any work or academic achievements. An angry feminist will read my obituary and fume over how my family described my only hobby or passion as homemaking, not realizing how blessed I was to be consumed entirely by my love.

I’ll be buried wearing a locket with pictures of my husband and family. My headstone will read our surname in big letters, with John’s name and dates of birth and death etched just above where His Wife and my dates are etched.

Generations later, one of our descendants will construct a family tree and find it strange how the only name one of their grandmothers from the 2020s has is recorded as “Mrs.” Hadn’t women had equal rights by then? All the other women from before and after that time have their full names recorded. They’ll visit my grave and find a weathered stone still remembering me for who I was. His Wife. Old photographs don’t help much, either. My children went through and labeled them with me in my final years. I’m Nana Smith or Mama.

As our descendant saves my name on their family tree is “Mrs. John Smith,” I will peacefully rest knowing I served my husband and family as well as I could.

#forced detrans #forced feminized #ftm breeding #ftm impregnation #ftm pregnancy #patriarchy kink #bimbofied #breed her brainless #i need to be bred #breeding k1nk #stepfordization #stepfordized #trad wife training #submit to daddy #forced impreg #impregnate her

[ftm2bbw]

I can't help thinking about how miserable you're going to be once you're pregnant. It's going to be fucking incredible, I know it. You don't want it. Psychologically, you know you don't want to be pregnant. But your body won't let you rest until a man, a real man's cum is pushed inside you and forcing you into having a child. The constant, undeniable aching all over your body. The aching of your hips as they widen, your bones themselves warping to make giving birth easier. The aching of your tits as they swell and grow, making your E cups look small by comparison, the aching so deep as your milk comes in that no amount of massaging can ever reach it. Your body gets heavier and rounder, I conveniently so. Bumping into things, making it harder and harder to get up from the couch or out of bed. Your belly rising higher, your bellybutton smoothing out, fresh red stretch marks covering your expanding gut, itching like mad. And the way your body naturally starts flooding with hormones, undoing years of HRT in a matter of months, turning you into the women you tried to run from for so long. Every day you look in the mirror and see yourself a little bit bigger, a little bit rounder, a little bit more feminine. And the worst part, the part that makes you seethe and fill with resentment and anger, are the moments when you look at yourself and think... "My God... I actually look... Good..."

It would be such a mindfuck, truly. I know my dysphoria would be screaming at me, tormenting me. Knowing a decade of hormones and transition would be undone more and more by the day. That little dividng bundle of cells in my womb growing bigger by the minute, stealing my masculinity with it.

But god, how horny it would make me. The same overwhelming libido that got me in this scenario wouldn't let me terminate either. I'd be too curious - and far too painfully turned on - to see exactly what nine months of pregnancy hormones would do to me. Even the pain and discomfort would make me so horny, so embarassingly wet.

Even as part of me would flare in anger and hurt and dysphoria as being seen as a fertile woman - as seeing myself as one - another would throb with intoxicating arousal at the same time. I'd be such a mess.

Even worse, I know meeting my craving for a real man's cock wouldn't be sated after those nine months either.

#god I fucking need this so badly #I need to be bred #I need to be pregnant #ask.txt

[submissivefeminist]

I need like six specific people to fuck me right now.

#yearing #I'm honestly digging my toes into the carpet like an animal rn #I need to be bred

[throwaway-fatty]

Kinda need to get boybred & mpregged

#ftm gainer #boycunt #i need to be bred #ftm breeding #ftmpreg

[enbunnying]

Oh sweet boy how I’d love to force your legs open and pound that sweet little ass and tease you for not being able to cum and how tight and needy you feel.

Hhhahahhhhhhfffff pllease please please I think i might be able to cum if my ass is being pounded into. Just anxiously whining and sweating and begging for more. It could be enough to get me off :3

#pbj answer #im so need im so needy im so needy #i need to be bred

[alitt1edeath]

i feel like a pet in heat. a desperate bun can feel so empty with no daddy to fill her holes. guess i'll have to do it myself. i'm tired of having thoughts. i don't want to think about anything. i have no reason to, right? i mean, i don't have to worry about my laptop. it's not like my camera's on. i don't need to close it. no one can see my slick cunt. no one can watch me play. so i'll go ahead and act as gross as i please. it's fine :)

#needy girl overload #i wanna be someone's bunny #watch me play #exhibtionist #breeding pet #submisive and breedable #i need to be bred

[ftm2bbw]

God I fucking need a cock in me…

#I need to be bred #I need it so badly #me.txt

[spitcrank]

the feminine urge to be fucked into a drooling whining mess is EVIDENT MY GAWD im going to exit stage left for today because i can't be normal 😭😭😭 the dash cannot see me in this state 🫡🧍🏼🫡

#I NEED TO BE BRED #THIS IS INSANITY #IM GONNA CRY #SCREAMING

[97ify]

my aran brain rot is kicking into full gear rn

need that man so bad bro😕😕

#✶ .ᐟ beni speakz #i need to be bred #i’m just kidding #or am i #guess we’ll never know #🤭🤭🤭