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beatrixstonehill2 · 2 months

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Soooo this rich photographer flew me out to his waterfront penthouse overlooking the city..... You know, he did what photographers do and filmed me, took pics, got me nice and drunk. He showed me his place, mind you he's in a fancy suit and I'm in this bikini, my cock is basically falling out of it and I'm rock hard the whole time I'm there. He shows me this gorgeous portfolio of other trans girls he's worked with, mostly videos on his computer, and oh my god..... I started fondling my cock as he kept showing me some of the prettiest girls I've ever seen, huge breasts, curvy asses, perfect smile, juicy cocks.... But every video ended with a shirtless man. I didn't get it and he told me not to worry, so I kept playing with my cock, sipping my wine as he showed me more.....

The videos always ended the same. Some handsome guy flexing his muscles, looking really hot tbh, most of them had beards or well-groomed facial hair, none were shaven. They all exuded the kind of masculinity I find super hot, def the kind of guys I love my plump ass to be fucked by. The photographer finally turned to me and told me the men were all the very same people as the sexy girls he showed me. He had a really big kink for convincing trans girls to detrans. I was floored, but kept jerking my cock..... He saw this and smiled. He told me he'd happily pay me 100K to detransition. I jerked super fast and nutted, drooling like a good little whore, eyes rolling back......

"100K? You want to see me become a boy that badly???" I panted, jerking my flaccid cock as it drooled more cum, soon getting erect again.....

"Just look at you, already a machine. Imagine what that cock could do on testosterone. I'd love to see you give up becoming a girl for good. Embrace being a guy, which is what you really are, princess.

I bit my lip, my cock responding so well to his words, nice and full again. "Please..... I like being a girl but I mean.... You really really wanna see me detrans, I can tell!"

"I do. I want to see you get muscular, pumped full of so much T and steroids nobody would ever know you were living as such a pretty girl, or at least a decent imitation, not that you pass, darling. You're hot but that cock is a dead give away, and you still look like a boy, but you already knew that, didn't you?" He stroked my chin.

I nodded softly. "I don't pass at all, do I?"

"Not in the slightest, you poor misguided fakegirl. I'm surprised anyone even thinks to gender you correctly. It definitely doesn't help that you're so proud of your cock and flaunt it all over social media, walking around in dresses with a full erection. You can just see people roll their eyes forcing themselves to call you a girl to be nice. But like I said, your face is still very masculine, totally a dead give away. Are you sure you aren't already growing facial hair? I swear I see a shadow."

I was blushing so hard, fully erect and jerking super hard again. "I mean, estrogen only helps so much, I started transitioning at fourteen! But by then..... and sometimes I forget to take my hormones and, ummmmm...... soooo, this is how deep my voice actually is." I used my real voice, sounding pretty much like a guy.

"Wow, I mean you still sounded like a boy pretending to be a girl before but I had no idea you basically already went through male puberty..... that explains why your cock is so huge. You you're pretty much not even a trans girl, you're a femboy with implants?"

I nodded, cumming again, shooting rope after rope. "Mmmmm, maybe? Sorry I don't pass very well..... I hope you still find me sexy...."

"Oh, all the sexier, in fact I'm going to take that fat ass of yours for a nice ride in a moment..... just after I give you your first official T-shot, so let's celebrate you no longer pretending to be a girl. From now on you'll be a good boy and masculinize yourself as much as possible, OK?"

"Yes..... sir..... anything else before you have your way with me?"

"I want you to post a video of yourself to your Instagram, talking in your real voice, that you're detransitioning and getting your DD implants yanked out next week."

"OK..... whatever you like. ❤️ I need to give up playing pretend..... thank you for helping me!"

"It's my pleasure, helping boys like you is my greatest passion."

Needless to say..... I won't be looking back, and I have a few more fakegirl friends I think I'll send his way....

#detrans kink #mtf detrans kink #mtftm kink #misgender kink

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wh0lemilk0vich · 1 year

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Seeing people talk about pretty chubby girls with bellies makes me feel so good, because personally I always feel like men get most of the love for being chubby because they have less beauty standards. Or people just being quietly misogynistic. Anyway, it’s such a confidence booster. I just discovered this account, wonderful stuff😃

I'm glad you feel good! I hope that even though I write mainly transfem and gay characters/relationships you can still take from it what you find affirming and sexy.

More of my personal perspective under the cut

But like our whole society is super fatphobic and even straight men have to deal with navigating that, but I think they typically have less of a hard go at it because in general women value other characteristics more highly than size and appearance (which is still subjective). But at the end of the day nobody really has it off better, it all comes down to being fat within societally prescribed, usually heavily gendered, norms. So l

I write from my own perspective as a fat non-binary, transfem person. And I don't know tons of people who have similar experiences to my own, but I try to write stuff that is both kink/sexy and affirming. Growing up as someone fat and AMAB and trying to navigate gay and queer spaces always feels hard. I have no desire to escape fatness or my body as it is, and like despite finding the presentation of my gender that I feel comfortable in I'm still perceived as a man, and because of that they have expectations about how I should (want to) experience and perform my own gendered sexuality that has always left me uncomfortable. Granted those same expectations may be reciprocated by another fat person and I don't mean to take away from them what makes them feel sexy and fulfilled, but there's is the more prevailing image/set of expectations. So I made my little niche here to write the characters that I resonate with experiencing and fulfilling my desires for companionship and sexual legibility. So that was probably too long a way to put that as a fat femboy I just don't know where my place is, and I have so much anxiety around my size, that it's hard to find connection and feel comfortable experiencing my own sexuality.

And like this may get me canceled but I don't think you should call yourself queer if you can't see yourself dating, loving, or fucking a fat person

#misha speaks #chubby kink #fat liberation #fat sexuality

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hybbat · 2 years

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I wasn't trying to be rude it just seemed like you only drew twinks or if you're feeling bold, twinks with organ room

I was mistaken though apparently so good on you

You know, I never really said or implied you were being rude, I replied to it the same way I've replied to asks about particular character types in the past. But thank you for your completely unasked for approval, random anon.

See, I think there's been a miscommunication. All of my art is drawn by me, for me. I draw what I like, what I enjoy, and the fun thing about drawing is that I can make the lines do ANYTHING I want, from giving my characters horns and hooves to big old anime eyes where the eyeball bleeds into the 2d heartshaped eyelashes. I could draw a dot, and say its a nose, and it would be! The cool thing about art is that a lot of the time I'm not even drawing a character because I like the character but because I like the lines and the shapes and the colours and themes and style, I'm not limited by reality!

The secret is that my characters don't actually exist, they don't have real organs or bones or pores or anything I did not draw, it's really great I can make anything I want any way I want, and I do, because I'm not being paid for my drawings. Their purpose is to make me happy, nobody else matters, and I share them online as a courtesy to those who might also like them. If I wanted to I could draw the exact same picture over and over again and never draw anything else and that would be completely fine.

I actually draw what I draw because no one else will, because I want to see something and nobody else draws it. I never see the things I want to see when I look through art. The things I draw with the specific way and reasons I draw them are a rare damn find. But I don't go to someone who enjoys drawings girls or muscular guys and tell them to draw cute, petite, crying femboy fauns. I don't go to a photographer and complain that real people are unappealing. I draw them myself because no one else is going to or obligated to.

You didn't tell me - and certainly didn't ask me - to draw nostrils or nipples or backgrounds or old people or prosthetics, even though all those things are all missing much more frequently from my art and couldn't be seen in the first 5 most recent posts on my art blog. And I'm willing to guess you haven't gone to someone who draws exclusively fat characters or dogs and told them to draw a skinny person. So I can't imagine you're trying to encourage me to improve my art by getting me to draw features I don't typically, even if it was your place to direct my art and what makes me happy to draw.

If I am not drawing a picture for you then your opinion and approval is entirely irrelevant, and I don't do public commissions for random anons who give my art backhanded compliments because my muse doesn't match theirs just to give me approval I didnt ask for.

#ask #art

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icannotgetoverbirds · 3 months

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tell me about your fic on ao3- @rowans-blues

warning i am going to be talking in caps and this post may be very long

HI YES HELLO YOU CALLED TO ASK ABOUT MY BLORBOS???? YES YES RIGHT THIS WAY I HAVE MANY A FINE WARE TO SHOW YOU

EXHIBIT A:

JAY: BIRD BLORBO. HOMEMADE. AGED LIKE FINE WINE. SHAMELESS SELF-INSERT. potential mary sue BUT WE DON'T TALK ABOUT THAT. ULTIMATE FLOOF WHEN SPOOKED/EXCITED. CAN TURN INTO AN OWL. ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED THE LOCAL DOCTOR BEFORE EVEN LEARNING HIS NAME. FAT TRANS AND AN ABSOLUTE WET BEAST. WILL KILL ANYTHING THAT ATTACKS HIM AND CRY THE ENTIRE TIME.

EXHIBIT B:

DOCTOR HARVEY: HAUNTED AS FUCK. GREAT MUSTACHE. LOOKS LIKE BDG. THE UNCHARISMATIC BISEXUAL WET PAPER BAG OF A MAN. DID NOT SIGN UP FOR ANY OF THIS MAGICAL SHIT. IS TRYING HIS BEST AND TO HIS CREDIT HANDLING THINGS REMARKABLY WELL GIVEN THE CIRCUMSTANCES. DOES NOT KNOW THAT HE'S MARRIED TO JAY. shhhhhh don't tell him anything. SERIOUSLY HE DID NOT ANYWHERE REMOTELY NEAR SIGN UP FOR ALL OF THIS SHIT WHERE IS THE INFORMED CONSENT PAPERWORK FOR LEARNING MAGIC IS REAL.

EXHIBIT C:

MONA SYLVIA JASPER: NOT A FEMME FATALE BUT CERTAINLY A FATAL TRANSFEM. ROCKING THAT WHITE HAIR AND ELDRITCH MAGIC. MENTORED ALONGSIDE JACKSON BY RASMODIUS HIMSELF. died a horrible death BUT THAT'S OKAY BECAUSE SHE CAME BACK TO TIE UP SOME LOOSE ENDS AND IS STILL HERE FOR ADVICE FROM TIME TO TIME.

EXHIBIT D:

JACKSON, ABIGAIL, SEBASTIAN, AND SAM, AKA THE JACKASS CREW. GOOFY GOOBERS WHO CAN ABSOLUTELY WRECK YOUR SHIT.

D1: JACKSON. BASED OFF OF MY IRL BESTIE WHO'S THE SINGLE MOST OUT OF POCKET FEMBOY I HAVE EVER KNOWN. LOCAL CHILD PICKS UP THE EQUIVALENT OF THE CORE OF A NEUTRON STAR WHICH THEN EMPTIES ITS CONTENTS INTO HIS SYSTEM - PROCEEDS TO BLOW A MASSIVE HOLE IN THE CLOUDS WITH A MASSIVE FUCKING ELDRITCH BLAST. LIVES TO TELL THE TALE, IS NOW EVEN MORE POWERFUL THAN WAS PREVIOUSLY POSSIBLE. IN POSSESSION OF SCHRÖDINGER'S GODHOOD.

D2: ABIGAIL. AROALLO POLYAMOROUS TRANSFEM. SKILLED WITH A SWORD AND EVENTUALLY GAINS THE ABILITY TO [SPOILER REDACTED]. We all know who the real father is AND SHE HAS TO FIND OUT EVENTUALLY.

D3: SEBASTIAN. LOCAL EMO WEED BUYER, USER OF ICE AND ELECTRICAL MAGIC. PART OF A LOVE TRIANGLE BUT DON'T WORRY WE TAKE THE POLYAMOROUS WAY OUT HERE. HAUNTED BY NIGHTMARES AND THE WAY THINGS COULD HAVE BEEN.

D4: SAM. LOCAL BUNDLE OF SUNSHINE WHO IS CONSTANTLY WORRYING ABOUT HIS BESTIES THAT HE'S ALSO IN LOVE WITH. EVENTUAL USER OF LIGHT AND ELECTRICAL MAGIC ONCE HE COMES AROUND TO IT. WILL MAKE OUT WITH [SPOILER REDACTED] TO PROVE A POINT.

AND THAT'S JUST THE TIP OF THE ICEBERG, MY FRIEND. WE HAVE SO MANY OTHER BLORBOS FOR YOU TO SEE, AND A SECOND FIC ON THE BACKBURNER WITH A SIMILAR CAST OF CHARACTERS.

Small-Town Tales is my pet project. It's my baby and if anything happens to it i'll kill everyone in this room and then myself (reference). Jay is a barn owl avia (bird equivalent of a selkie) and arrives in town to the rudest greeting possible: getting mauled by wolves. After mauling the wolves back, he manages to fly his sopping wet bloodied self to the front door of the clinic before collapsing in the plaza, essentially on Doctor Harvey's front doorstep.

Cloak shenanigans ensue in the following chaos as Harvey saves Jay's life, bada bing bada boom you got an accidental marriage that nobody wanted. Jay manages to settle into Pelican town which, despite seeming like an idyllic little village, is actually a massive source of chaos for anyone living there. Other character arcs coming soon to a chapter near you.

Promise? Is my project on the back burners. Despite this, I love it just as much as STT - although it certainly won't end up anywhere near as long (pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease have mercy on me gods of writing and hyperfixations). Doctor Harvey finds himself down bad with hanahaki for the local aspiring author. Angst ensues - do not fear, for i am an absolute slut for the comfort part in hurt/comfort.

More details on both can be found on my sideblog, @gracklekeyer2000 , as well as my Ao3 account by the same name. All of my writing on Ao3 requires an account to view because of the muskrat's data scraping. However, The Incident is linked in the pinned post on my sideblog. It's not quite complete yet - there's meant to be a part 3 - but the most important, plot-relevant details coming from that piece have been ironed out in the first two parts.

#byrd chirps #byrd's inbox #byrd's writing #byrd's silly little fanfic #stt #the jackass crew #stt mona #stt harvey #stt jay #stt jackson #stt abigail #stt sebastian #stt sam

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kinkyshoptea · 3 years

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Not trans, but have lots of trans friends. Every single trans person I've met agrees that calling people transtrenders is incredibly transphobic. You really shouldn't be doing it. Its none of your business if skyler is trans or not. People don't have to present how you want them to in order to be trans. The gender binary is a lie. Have you ever seen a femboy? Trans men can be femboys if they want to.

Nobody is saying trans boys can't be fem. If you actually follow Skylar and have seen the shit SHE has pulled over the years then you'll know it's a big fat joke. I honestly think y'all defending her have only been following her the last 6 months or something lmao. It's an attention stunt and y'all are falling straight into it. But go ahead keep defending the trender 🤦🏻‍♀️ and I'm not answering anymore asks about it heads up.

Update : this person wrote back in my inbox and literally started with "I'm not even following HIM but..." LOL you've never followed Skylar and it fucking shows. How about you "go get educated" on what kind of person you're actually defending. As a member of lgbtq+ I can speak for the majority when I say we protect our trans members like big ol mama bears because they face so much scrutiny. Trenders are a threat to real trans people. So NO I won't entertain the shit Skylar is pulling. Fuck her and fuck anyone who defends her. Did you defend trisha paytas when she tried to come out as FTM too? HAHAHAHAHAH 🤡

#this anon got me worked up #Ill go back to being quiet now

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boislut-neo · 5 years

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It's lights out in the prison housing Neo, and one of the guards assigned to check up on all the inmates just finished one of his rounds. Fortunately for Neo's sex-starved cell-mate, it'll be another ten minutes before he comes back around to their cell :>

Neo feigned being asleep as he heard his rather large, muscular cellmate climb down from the bunk above him, not being able to keep the smug little smirk off of his pretty face as he listened to the sounds of the much larger man undo the buckle of his pants to free his massive, rigid cock. The intoxicating, heady, masculine musk of the man’s turgid pillar of meat assaulting Neo’s little nose and filling his head with thoughts of just what that sweaty fuckstick would taste like while swabbing his tiny throat.

Neo really couldn’t blame the massive man for taking his chances the moment the coast was clear, as a matter of fact, Neo had been teasing the beast of a man for days, specifically so he would snap and fuck the little feminine boislut into the mattress until he was a squealing mess~!

Neo was very excited when he was introduced to his cellmate, having to look up to catch the eye of massive mountain of a man, and only having to look down a little bit to see the massive, thick, bulge snaking it’s way down his pant leg. Oh yeah, the little sissy shortstack was going to love every fucking second of having such a massive, hung Daddy pound his sweet little hole~!

Trimming his prison clothes into a pair of mini booty shorts and matching crop-top to show off his curvy, femmy body to the larger man, making sure to keep his fat, girly ass in perfect, bubbly, jiggly shape whenever he knew the large convict was watching him do his squats and stretches, and even using his semblance to change his pajamas into a slutty little set of thin, pink lingerie whenever nobody but the man was looking, Neo knew that his new Daddy was looking for a time and place to make the small boi his pretty little prison bitch~!

And tonight, Neo had specifically teased the giant(to Neo at least) with a sweet little show of rubbing in a sweet, girly scented moisturizer all over his smooth legs and twin globes of jiggly, creamy pale boi butt~ All while dressed in a see-through pink camisole and little pink thong, perfectly holding his tiny little penis and testies in an adorable little bulge.

Now, finally, Neo was alone in a cell with a massive, sex depraved, musky, muscular man who just whipped it out expecting a sweet little hole to fill, and Neo couldn’t be more eager~!

Neo didn’t wait for the man to say anything before turning his tiny body on the bed to let his head hang off the side, eyes open and excited as he came ‘face to face’ with the man’s massive, throbbing, steaming hot cock and fat, swinging, lightly hairy nuts swinging deliciously underneath. The girlyboi was already drooling at the sight of the man’s ripped body, watching gleefully at the thin droplets of sweat dripping down the man’s heavy sack as the heat of the small, cramped cell made his manly scent that much more potent.

“You want to my slut,” The man spoke, his voice deep and pleasing to Neo’s ears as he stepped forward to press his hanging balls against the boi’s girly face, “I want the whole wing to hear you slobber on these.”

Neo pressed his cute little nose into the man’s moist, smelly sack with a deep, needy breath, gasping and huffing against the convict’s hot, steamy nuts with a loving, slutty eagerness that showed just how desperate he was to finally get some action from his hot as fuck cellmate.

With a beautifully slutty smile on his face, Neo made sure to grind his own girly features up and down the man’s sack, biting his lip as he reached up to grip the man’s thick member with both his small hands, delicate fingers wrapped around the brutal pillar of flesh as he began milking and jerking ever fat dollop of precum he could get to splatter across her chest.

Starting with a deep, loving kiss for each hanging, reeking sphere, Neo opened his little mouth and began lapping and lathering his slimy pink muscle over every single inch of the man’s sweaty, musky sack. His own pathetic clitty leaking and dripping inside his little panties as he sucked up one, hairy testicle between his plump, cock-pillow lips, slurping and moaning around that fat nut while making sure every wet, lewd noise echoed throughout the entire cell, spinning and swirling his tongue over every little crevice it could reach as he thoroughly cleaned the man musk from the convict’s full sack.

Neo moved onto the man’s other ball with a wet pop as he released one musky dangler for another, eagerly starting the cleaning process all over again. A stray, curly pube stuck to his glossy lips as he made sure the next testicle was even louder then the first, grinning proudly at the whistles and catcalls echoing from the neighboring cells before turning this nasty little ball washing to eleven~

With a sweet little hum, Neo sucked up both balls into his tiny mouth. Stuffing his tight, wet little hole with pure, raw, reeking, masculine flavor before slurping and sucking as loud as possible as he happily listened to the strained growls and snarls of his new Daddy.

Saliva dripped down the girlyboi’s face as he finally let go of both nuts with a loud squelch and a deep gasp, his eyes dazed from the pure manly flavor assaulting his mind as the man began slapping his throbbing, rock hard cock up and down against the femboi’s rolled out tongue and pretty face.

“Goddamn! You really are a filthy little faggot!” The man couldn’t help the predatory grin that spread across his face as he gazed down at the mismatched eyes of the little cocksock in his possession, roughly slapping his beastly cock over every inch of the little fairy’s face he damn well pleased. “But if a little nut sweat is enough to fuck you up, you sure you’re up to actually see what a real man can do?”

Neo didn’t need to answer, instead he just caught the broad tip of the man’s cock as it slapped down on his tongue, lewdly slurping it past his precum glazed lips and into his eager little mouth, looking up at the man with one uncovered eye with hunger and excitement, challenging the massive mountain of a man to do his worst as he slurped and suckled every drop of precum that hit his tongue down his throat.

The convict saw no reason to drag this out any further, wrapping his huge, calloused hands around the boi’s slim neck before taking half a step forward and suddenly thrusting half of his rigid member down the girlyboi’s tiny, contracting throat.

Neo had sucked tons of cock, throated just as many, but this new Daddy was fucking big, and suddenly having something that thick and rigid stuffed halfway down his tiny, slimy throat like he was nothing but a cheap sex toy left Neo nothing to do but violently gag and cough around the man’s musky, steaming cock as he fought and forced every inch after into the tiny hole.

Tears streamed down Neo’s face, his tiny clitty squirting all over his panties, and still perfectly on his back, the pretty boi could see nothing else but the fat, saliva slick set of nuts slowly getting closer and closer to his face. Every inch was a battle, and Neo could feel every small, forceful thrust as the man above got more and more impatient with how much of his fuckstick was left outside of his fucktoy.

“Really making a mess in those panties, aren’t ya Sissy? I’m surprised anything even comes out of the pathetic little thing!” The man growled, suddenly yanking out of the boi’s throat with a wet slurp before lifting one leg to brace against the bed frame, now perfectly angled to put his full weight behind fucking the girly ice cream themed faggot’s sweet little mouth.

And fuck him he did, Neo wasn’t prepared for one, brutal thrust to send the man’s cock like a battering down his slimy cocksleeve of a throat, causing him to gag as loud as he could with his windpipe covered, the man’s saliva slick sack slapping loudly against his nose and face.

The man obviously didn’t care if Neo had gotten used to the way his bitchbreaker felt swabbing his throat yet, yanking his cock free till nothing but his now throat slime mixed with precum covered mushroom head was against the girlyboi’s glossy, plump lips. He didn’t waist a second fucking it right back into Neo’s love tunnel, his heavy, sweaty sack slapping against his pretty face once again as he started his violent, brutal rhythm of throat fucking his new little prison bitch.

The violent tempo of the man’s pounding filled the entire wing with the sounds of wet slapping of flesh on flesh and Neo’s squeals and gags, said femboi’s eyes having rolled up in his head as lines of slimy saliva mixed with bubbling precum dripped and poured down his beautiful features, connecting from his lips and nose to the man’s constantly swinging, slapping balls.

The man laughed as he realized the pretty little faggot was enjoying every second of the brutal tonsil message, his hand having moved down to finger his little backdoor while ignoring his tiny penis completely, even if he was dripping all over himself. With a deep snarl, the man grabbed the sides of his fuck toy’s pretty little head to keep in place as he made sure to spear his cock in as deep as he could go, leaning forward so he was jackhammering his cock down into the pretty boi’s throat at a rapid, savage pace.

Neo could feel the man’s cock throb in his throat, his thrusts becoming faster and more frantic as his orgasm drew closer and closer, and Neo began swallowing around his cock as fast as he could, slipping swirling and slurping his tiny, abused tongue around every single nerve he could reach, frantically pressing and fingering his prostate as he was used like a living cumdumpster.

The larger convict couldn’t take it, slamming his narrow hips as fast as he could into the faggot’s pretty little mouth, his balls getting ready to dump a heavy load into the tight wet hole before he finally let loose with a deep groan mixed with a growl, slamming balls deep one last time as he shot a hot, sticky, fat load of cum directly down Neo’s throat.

Said sissy faggot could only cum once again as he felt ever thick, viscous, smelly, steaming hot string of chunky ballslop shoot down his throat and into his belly, swallowing every single drop his new Daddy gave to him like the eager little cumdump he was. And as the man pulled out halfway to shoot a few more strings into the boi’s mouth, coating his tongue and tonsils in the gooey white cream, Neo savored the musky, manly, pungent taste that stuck to the roof of his mouth, slowly and lovingly sucking the cum out of the man’s tip while sloshing the cum around with his tongue.

The man pulled out with a grin, not caring in the slightest as he shot to last strings directly onto his new bitches face, wiping his up and down his lips to clean his cock of the left over spit and cum. “Goddamn, you’re one eager little cocksucker ain’t ya?”

Neo looked up at the man with one open heart shaped eye, his other plastered shut by a mix of cum and saliva, only responding by opening his mouth to show off the cum still filling his previously fucked hole, slowly swirling and chewing the chunky mess for the man to watch, one curly pube stuck to his cum glazed lips before he gargled the mixture into a bubbly, foamy mess. The man could see the small grin on the boi’s lips as he finally closed his mouth to swallow the thick slop, two gulps slowly sliding down his throat before he opened his mouth back up at his new Daddy, showing that he swallowed every drop, like a good boi.

“Oh I’m gonna enjoy fucking that fat ass of your’s, Sissy, your lucky the guard’s coming back!”

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rceebe-blog · 7 years

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Mom Bear’s Chair (Commission)

The supercool Aurastrasza wanted, for one of his Patreon prizes, a story of his femboy sabertooth Leorajh getting sat on by mombear Farrah. Fortunately for him, that's what mombear is made for. :D Thumbnail background is from Textures.com. Farrah, Kahnso and writing (C) me Leorajh (C) FA: aurastrasza

"You gonna play nice with Mayor Aura's little faggy secretary while we're out?"

Farrah smiled. It was not a coy expression, just the patient countenance of a mom who regularly dealt with an emotional fifteen-year-old son. The parallels she drew between her cub and Kahnso were staggering, and she let them be known on sweaty, knotted nights with the singer when he wanted to fuss and bitch.

"I think he's actually her Chief of Staff," the black bear corrected. She patted Kahnso's shoulder and went back to trimming, pruning his split ends with small, sharp scissors. "You really doll yourself up for this lady - s'kinda weird..."

Kahnso frowned at her in the mirror. "Aura and I are just friends. I like to look good, cameras're gonna be everywhere. They always are when I'm around."

"Sure, sure," Farrah chuckled. "'Sides, you already have me around to fuck silly, right?"

"Exactly," Kahnso agreed in an unironic tone of voice. "Leorajh wants to meet you, either way. He really likes what you do with my hair."

The bear dragged a steel comb through Kahnso's locks. Black, orphaned strands fluttered down to the floor. "Boy, traveling with a rock singer and licking his butthole on a nightly basis, and sleeping with his friends' associates? Mom was so wrong about my career choices."

Kahnso smiled, full of sleaze. "I mean, you can stop licking my ass if you want. We can just snuggle."

She laughed and popped him on top of the head with her comb, making him wince. "As if, that's my favorite part of you. You'd better go shower up now. I doubt your friend wants you shedding all over dinner."

"Gee whiz, sure thing mom," Kahnso chirped as he climbed out out of the chair with some difficulty. Farrah pretended not to notice when he bent and rubbed his knees. Clothes and towel in hand, he went into the bathroom and gulped some Advil with a fistful of water from the tap. He called a moment later, over the splash of shower water, "You want to help with the hard-to-reach spots, sugar?"

Farrah always wanted to help with the hard-to-reach spots. Like the sweat and loose hair under the steaming water, Farrah's remembrance of his wincing over bad joints washed away as he plowed her against the shower wall.

Much later that evening when Kahnso and Aura were off in the back of a limousine with tinted windows and a tight-lipped driver, Farrah made her way to Leorajh's apartment. She found herself liking Australia quite a bit, or at least the city Mayor Aura presided over. She thought it was unfortunate that Kahnso's girlfriend was too skittish to fly and visit the country herself.

The black bear's thoughts swiftly left Kahnso's girlfriend when she finally made it up to feline's home. She had never seen him before, knowing only that he was a big cat and a big faggot, the latter a bit of frankness nobody would outright confirm save for Kahnso, but which was never denied. When she saw Leorajh with her own two eyes, dressed for comfort in a bathrobe made to look like a Japanese kimono, wearing his hair long and straight with his hips making an alarmingly feminine shape in his clothing, she understood that he was most definitely a sissy. His obviously interested eyes, however, marked him as anything but a homosexual.

"You must be Mrs. Kushner," Leorajh said amicably, smiling a smile framed by saber teeth. He stepped away from the door and gestured, coaxing the bear in. He watched her hips and wide bottom as she entered. "Sorry for the bath robe," he chuckled, closing the door. "Comfortable clothes are hard to come by."

Farrah took a fleeting look around Leorajh's apartment. It was not a penthouse, but the cat still plainly lived in the lap of luxury. Hardwood floors underfoot; high ceilings overhead; a large television on the wall and a black sofa with a curve made for intimate cuddling sat before it. The illusion of fire crackled in a false fireplace nearby. Farrah was impressed.

She turned to look at the cat, following him with her head as he stepped around her, brushing against her within a hair's breadth. Liking what she could see and knowing exactly why she was really there, she tutted, "I just walk around my house nude, when my son is away. That's the most comfortable way to be."

Leorajh smiled, resting a paw on the sash of his robe. Tiger lilies bloomed all over it, adding garish color to moody blue fabric. "I like how you think, Mrs. Kushner," he purred, pulling the sash. The robe eased apart and he was about to shrug it off when the mother bear took him by the shoulders and pulled it down for him. Blinking, smiling, he tittered, "Well, goodness. I suppose you have to be proactive working with somebody like Kahnso, hm, Mrs. Kushner?"

Farrah bumped the thick, black pad of her nose into Leorajh's and smooched his lips. "Just call me Farrah - Mrs. Kushner is my mother-in-law." When Leorajh smooched her back, she cooed, "Or you can call me mom. If you really wanna, that is."

The cat slipped his arms around Farrah, hugging her loosely. Her large bust kept him somewhat at bay, preventing his wide hips from resting easily on hers. He thought that was a shame; her hips were even wider than his, and that was a surprisingly rare thing for him to encounter. "Mom, hm? I think I'd only indulge in that kind of role-playing if you were wet-nursing me." He winked and grinned. "Hint-hint."

"I've been dry for fourteen years, cutie," Farrah said with a chuckle. "You can still suck on 'em if you wanna, though... I'd let a sweet boy like you do just about anything."

If the mama bear was out of milk, that was a shame - but Leorajh was happy because he'd heard his favorite word when it came to sex. "Anything, hm?" He dragged his manicured claws down her back, pricking her lightly through the t-shirt she wore. His paws closed around her plush ass cheeks and squeezed until they dimpled. "My, but that's a dangerous word to use around me."

Farrah chuckled knowingly. She licked Leorajh's cheek with her big, broad bear tongue then nuzzled the wet spot. "Yeah, Kahnso warned me about that. Lucky for you he likes a fat ass on his face. Imagine if the tabloids knew."

The lion was modest. "I like to think my ample attributes could make anybody enjoy being sat on. What about you, however?"

A playful growl welled up in Farrah's throat. She nipped Leorajh's neck, finding it too open and feminine to ignore. The cat's gasp was a pleasure all its own. "Would I enjoy your big butt on my snout? Probably... usually I'm the one doin' the sitting. Could be fun to switch it up some."

The bear let Leorajh go and he shed his bathrobe into a heap on the floor, kicking it aside. Paws on her broad shoulders and a small, but very eager erection poking from his hips, he smiled toothily and purred, "What a fun woman you seem to be. No wonder Kahnso takes you along when his lovely lady won't accompany him. Does she know?"

"She's watched," Farrah said, proudly. "Sweet girl. Real pretty, nice hair. I showed her a thing or two about keeping her man happy. Sure worked on my old man."

Leorajh knew about her husband. He knew quite a lot, in fact, including that she ran a salon and had two kids. It wasn't creepy obsession that gave him so much knowledge over her but just retention of things he'd heard here and there spending time among Kahnso and Aura when they weren't conjoined at the hip. So when she mentioned her husband even in such jovial context, he nodded respectfully - and then kissed her cheek. "I'm sure a pretty mother like you knows exactly how to make a man happy, be it sexually... or with a nice dinner."

Farrah grinned, but there was a blush to it. She nipped Leorajh's lips and started nudging him toward his sofa. "You're saying I better cook you dinner, is that it?"

"I wouldn't say no if you felt obligated to after a thorough ravishing, no," Leorajh replied with a wide, smug grin. The bear returned it as she shoved him back, making his naked body hit the cushions.

"You're gonna have plenty to eat once you get a mouthful of my bush, you little dick," she laughed, straddling him. Her jeans were terrifically snug on her and as Leorajh's small, stiff penis ground against her loins, she cooed. "Cute dick. Fun Size, huh?"

"That's one way of putting it." Leorajh worked his paws under her shirt from the back, lifting it with lazy strokes against the grain of her black fur. "Mmm, you're very soft. I keep telling Mayor Aura how perfect she'd look with a bit more meat on her bones."

Farrah gyrated against his hips, crushing his small cock in a way he found unbearably erotic if the manner in which he was grinding and hissing was any indication of his feelings. "I've met her, yeah... she's got the figure for it, she'd look fine as hell with a little chub to her."

"Mmm, god. In the meantime, suppose I'll just have to make due with you, mom," said Leorajh with a wink. He chuckled slyly, pushing his fingers under her jeans and panties. He rubbed the naked hemispheres of her bottom reverently. "You've got such a perfect body. I'm jealous Kahnso gets to take you home."

The bear smiled, taken in by the flattery. She made a point of nibbling his cheek. "Lil' sweet-talker, aren't you? I bet you'd get sick of me after just a week together. Yelling at you about picking your clothes up and washing behind your ears."

"I'll have you know I'm extremely hygienic," Leorajh jabbed, yet his face was ever coy. "Unlike the boys you seem to put up with."

She snickered, yanking his head ahead quite roughly to bite his neck. His sudden gasp and the way he dug his claws into her fat hide betrayed just how surprised he was by the roughness, but he pushed his pelvis into hers needfully. "Mmm, well, Kahnso's pretty good about cleaning up after himself... although he usually just walks around naked when I'm visiting, anyway."

With blushing cheeks, the big cat slipped his girly paws under the front of Farrah's shirt. The white block lettering spelling KOCAINE KAHNSO distorted under his touch. "So he's your oldest, hm?"

"He calls me mom sometimes, if that's what you're getting at." A peck on his lips, then she growled into his ear, "No bra. You're welcome, cutie."

"Thanks, mom," he sighed, clutching the mama bear's unencumbered jugs. They were easily among the thickest breasts he'd ever handled, and not entirely perky in that regard, but he appreciated the ways in which women aged. He thumbed her stiffened nipples, finding himself wondering what color they were.

Farrah closed her blue eyes and lightly gnawed Leorajh's ear, letting her loose jowls do much of the work. She rode his hips, pushing her pussy into his small penis over and over again, wondering how long it would take him to pop without her even taking her pants off. Into his ear, keeping its edge on her lips, she rumbled, "Real mama's boy, aren't you? You like older women, huh? MILF hunter?"

Leorajh closed his eyes too, relaxing against the couch. He rubbed Farrah's breasts in small circles, using his claws to lightly prick and scrape her nipples, tweaking the tiny bumps around the nubs. "Not exclusively," he chuckled. "You older ladies do have a certain charm, though..."

"We know what the fuck we're doing," growled Farrah, dipping her tongue into his ear a second later. She nibbled down the side of his head and pecked his lips when she was near them. With all her weight and strength, she shoved her hips down, mashing his cock between her loins and his; his low and needful mrowl was the most plaintive but genuine sound of pleasure Leorajh had dared make in months.

The beautiful bear pulled back, resisting Leorajh's grasp on her breasts, pulling her shirt outward before his paws finally fell away. "God, you're cute," she said, staring down into his feminine face. She made a show of licking her lips, smearing them with slobber. "And you're making me awfully wet."

Smiling wider, blushing, Leorajh laughed. "So direct. I've got a chicken-or-the-egg conundrum now."

Although Farrah tilted her head a moment, she didn't waste any more time in getting what she wanted out of Leorajh. She pulled the big cat aside, forcing him to lie on his sofa, head near the corner nook. Momentarily off the cushions herself, she undressed and gave the cat a good look at her full, black body. He was pleased to see that her nipples were pink and her carpet matched her drapes.

Climbing over Leorajh let him see that her bearded muff was noticeably damp. She asked playfully, "And what might that be, cute stuff?"

He took hold of her fat bottom as it hovered over his face, parting the cheeks slightly and baring a pink, mildly puffy pucker. "Well, were you this forward before you met Kahnso, or after?"

Farrah smirked, thrusting her ass down. She made Leorajh's face vanish under her plump cheeks, and his nose rubbed more-or-less into the pucker of her anus. "Before. Definitely before. I like to think I taught him a few things, too."

Understandably silenced but fine with the burden, Leorajh gripped the bear's chubby ass cheeks and let himself enjoy the pillowy hell he was stuck in. Farrah's body was clean, her fur conditioned and soft - no surprise given her vocation. Her ursine musk was delicate, but obvious with his nose stuffed right into the pucker of her asshole; Leorajh savored the intimacy and licked firmly and impartially across the run of her taint, where her fur was at its thinnest.

Grinning with eyes narrowed, Farrah gyrated skillfully upon Leorajh's pretty face. She clutched his genitals, stroking his penis with a thumb and forefinger, caressing his sack with the entirety of the other paw. In spite of the man she took alleged business trips with, Farrah wasn't a size queen. She enjoyed them big and small, and as she leaned over Leorajh and slopped her great, pink tongue over his penis, the moan she let loose was sincere.

Farrah's muff drooled on Leorajh's chin. Although he was licking only the bottommost edge of its lips, where they came together into a subtle vee shape, the bear loved his attention. It was one of the benefits of being a middle-aged mom that any attention from a male half her age was enough to make her happy; genuine lust and skilled lovemaking could give her a high for a week.

Leorajh was mostly helpless under her fat bottom, but his paws roamed her back and often swept around to her breasts. His cock throbbed needfully against the slick surface of her tongue, his balls aching in her gentle, chubby fingers; he was obviously in love with her body and her touch.

Although her large mouth was overkill, Farrah gulped Leorajh in, pushing her thick nose pad into his balls. She gulped and slobbered him, abusing his modest meat with the bulk of her tongue, grinding his cock into her palate as often as she could.

Beneath, trying to up the ante himself, Leorajh dragged his tongue exclusively across the slightly swollen button of her pucker. He guessed, somewhat rightly, that Kahnso must have enjoyed an awful lot of anal sex to keep her well-trained asshole in such a state of puffiness all the time. He didn't know the fellow she called her boyfriend had a horsecock and liked to put it there too.

With the bear doubled over, Leorajh found her breasts more troublesome to stroke and squeeze. He reached underneath her, down the chub of her belly in toward her groin. Feeling through the wiry hairs of her bush, he tweaked her clitoral hood and eased his fingers into her, claws fully retracted. His less dominant paw stayed on her bottom.

Farrah groaned over top of Leorajh, her back heaving. A smile tugged at her occupied jowls, trying to make her grin again. She let go of his balls and forced herself lower still, cupping the paw around his thigh and lifting him by it. With her mouth opened wide and her heavy tongue slopping past his loins, she outrageously dragged his delicate balls into her mouth and sucked the whole package.

It was one the boys never saw coming, and not even the worldly Leorajh could believe what was happening. His cocksure face was a mask of total bliss, unseen though it was under the bear's broad ass. He kissed her anus dreamily and tickled inside of her, teasing pink flesh with his soft pads. The bear was hot as an oven in her cunt, more humid than the dog days of summer, and he would have loved nothing more than to pop his nut inside of her. She was a perfect MILF as far as he was concerned.

But Leorajh knew he wasn't going to last. Farrah was just too good at what she did with her mouth, and he felt almost as if she was wasting her talents with his small endowment. Such was the bear's skill that Leorajh didn't want her to stop even though he thought she was overqualified for blowing him.

To Farrah, it was all just good clean fun. Leorajh was such a pretty boy and so eager for her body that she was all too happy to gulp and slobber and suck him until he couldn't handle anymore. She would have just as gladly let him shoot inside of her, or across her tits and her face, or even lick her toes if that was the kind of thing that got him going - she had learned, after forty-odd years, how to be flexible. But then and there, she knew that the cat was close, and she wanted him to feel good.

Without stopping to tease him, Farrah doubled down, sucking so hard that his waterlogged crotch throbbed in her mouth. She smothered him so severely that he couldn't catch an entire breath of air from under her ass. She let go of his thigh, sheepishly realizing she was still holding him up, only to reach under his balls. With the drool she'd let run down his taint, it was trivial to stuff a finger into his ass. He tensed beneath her, toes curling, exhaling his precious air sharply. The mama bear grinned wide.

At last, and very much aware of how passive he'd become in pleasuring her, Leorajh shot into the perfect bear's mouth. As he came he rubbed his feet together, toes curling against each other. He huffed against her ass, drawing his musk-laden breaths with much effort but hardly minding it. His orgasm into the bear's mouth was quite small compared to that of the usual men in her life, but the thought was what counted, as Farrah liked to think. She guzzled down his spunk, loosening the suction enough to let his balls out of her maw, his cock a moment later; her finger stayed buried in him until she climbed off of him, leaving his snout smeared with sweat.

Standing near the couch, Farrah stretched as if getting ready for yoga. Leorajh appreciated the show even in afterglow. He said with a wry little grin (and eyes still dazed from the smothering), "Thanks a lot, mom. You treat all your boys like that?"

"Only the cu-u-ute ones," said the black bear in the middle of touching her toes. "Mmm, now, how's about I lay back and you can show me exactly how thankful you are? I bet a cute kitty like you can get it up again..."

Leorajh sat up with some difficulty. He glanced at his waning erection. "I may be a bit slow to start," he admitted. "I'm not opposed to trying, of course."

Smiling resplendently, Farrah sat back on the hardwood floor. Chubby thighs spread and muff implicitly offered, she cooed, "Somebody's getting a nice dinner when we're done here."

The cat knelt between her legs with a laugh. Dropping to all fours, back arched, peering at the bear over the rolls and mounds of her perfectly feminine form, Leorajh growled, "I was hoping to have you for dessert, actually."

When the cat started to eat - and Farrah was delighted to find that he knew how - the bear sighed and closed her eyes. "That can be arranged, sweet stuff. For right now, just help your mama relax."

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