i could be your trophy husband ♡

I have my checkup with the endocrinologist for testosterone therapy. I haven't seen them in a year. They call my name in the waiting room and track their eyes all over me as I walk towards them. "hardly would have recognised you." They say as they welcome me into their office. I smile and settle on the paper covered bed. "such a handsome man now," they smile as they put on nitrile gloves and ghost their hand over my jaw, "beard coming in, moustache" their fingers graze my lips and they track down my hairy throat across my chest, "top surgery looks good on you, let's get your tshirt off and see what hair has developed." I blink but obey, I guess this is part of the checkup? Peel my tshirt off and set it beside me. They rub their hand over my chest and down over my stomach, fingers threading through the hair, "coming in very well, looks great, you feel good about it?" I nod, "yeah, really good." their hand moves below my naval fingers brushing the waistband of my jeans, "what about your legs?" I try not to squirm, fuck their hand is stirring my cock, "much more hairy." They raise their eyebrow, "show me." I tremble as I unlatch my belt, push down my jeans, fuck, I really hope they can't see how horny this is making me. They rub their hands over my leg and smile, "yes, much thicker." we must have done this before then, if they know that. They look at my boxers and then back at me, "more ass hair?" they ask and I nod, and shift to the edge of the bed, bringing my feet up to frame my hips. I tug my boxers up just enough so they can see my hairy asshole, feeling a thrum of desire as they look at me with hunger, "very nice," they brush their finger over it, so sensitive it makes my breath ragged, "what about bottom growth?" they say it so casually but I feel the tension, "yes." I croak, squeezing my thighs together and pulling my boxers over my knees, letting them gather in my jeans where they catch on my boots. "relax, lie back, I just need to do a quick inspection," they say, sliding their hands down my thighs to gently part them. They look at my hard little cock and wet cunt with a knowing smile, "well you've grown nicely," they rub their fingers up my lips and catch my cock between two, giving a tug and making me groan, "are you fully erect?" they ask, and I gasp as they wank my cock, make me buck and whine, "Oh there, you're getting even bigger, what a handsome cock you've got now, do you like it?" I nod, "do you take good care of it? Play with it every day?" I moan as they rub me faster, my stomach tightening as buck my hips against them, "yes, yes, every day." They withdraw their hand and I whine, "more." before I can stop myself. "Oh, the testosterone is making you horny?" they ask, as they rub one finger in my wetness, circling my hole and making me groan, "I see you are still self-lubricating, what about penetration?" I nod and they slide a finger deep inside making me gasp and grunt and buck. "you've still got good depth," they press another finger in, rubbing their thumb over my cock and making me whine, "That's it, you're doing so well." fuck, it feels too good, "just need you to cum for me." They say it so mildly as their hand works in and out, the other hand rubbing my cock more insistently, "good boy, cum," they say, and I do. I cum so hard I shake, my body clenching on their fingers and fists tearing the paper sheet. They watch me and then gently tug my pulsing dick, looking at it and squeezing it and then letting it go. "excellent, great job." They withdraw their hands and pull off their gloves, discarding them as they open a file on the computer, "perfect physical condition, happy with changes, your blood work looks great, that's you! Any questions for me?" I sit trembling on the bed, still coming back to earth, "uhhh, no, not really." I say and they nod, "okay, well, I'll leave you to get dressed."

Fuck, you’re so good… I love how you feel. Such a precious little thing, taking it all for me. That’s it. Perfect… So good…

Hmm.? What did you say?

Oh. Okay. No no, that’s alright. You used the safe word, so my hands are now off. I’ll give you a little space, so Feel free to take a moment and breathe.

No, no apologies. I’m happy that you used it. I am so proud of you, and I love that you feel safe enough to actually speak up if something’s not right. You’re obviously upset, so we don’t have to talk about this immediately, but I do want you to do one more thing for me.

Sit with me and breathe. You’re still worked up. Let’s help you unwind a little, and we can take it from there. I’ll guide you through it.

Go ahead and take a deep breath in. Pause. And let it out. It’s a nice steady rhythm. Five in, pause for five, five out.

Let’s go again.

In, one two three four five, pause, one two three four five, out, one two three four five.

Thank you for doing this with me. Just a few more times and I’ll be satisfied.

In… four five… Pause… four… five… Out… Four… Five… In… Pause… Out…. [Breathe]

There we go. Are you feeling better at all? Yeah? Perfect. Then let’s figure out where to go from here together. Once again, thank you for speaking up. I always want you to feel safe to advocate for yourself, and it helps me make sure that you’re taking proper care of your physical and mental well-being. No matter what, I will always want you to speak up, even if you worry I’ll be annoyed. I would much rather have to get myself off in another room than have you feel unhappy or uncomfortable. You did well.

i need the hair on my stomach to grow NOW

Every day I log in and brandish my sword. Feminine men! Get behind me! I summon my citadel aura and arcane wheel of swords to protect them from the exclusionist discourse online. These are the abilities granted to my by our lady of Estrogen and Transfeminine, and it is my sacred duty to guard the puppboys, the girlboys, the dykefags, the t4ts and auts4auts, and everyone else who breaks the gender binary in a way that others try to define and limit what they're allowed to identify as. By the power invested in me, and my posts, I shall not let this world fall.

starting a CNC scene w a condom on just so he can beg me not to take it off and I can ignore him

y'know

i think it'd fix me if someone called me a good boy while they fucked my mouth

having a little movie night and slipping something into their drink.

"i feel sleepy"

"aw come lay your head on my lap"

petting their head, running my fingers through their hair, soothing them to sleep.

watching their eyes close as they drift off into slumber.

unzipping my pants and pulling my cock out against their pretty peaceful innocent little face. slipping it into their mouth while they're all vulnerable.

such a perfect fuckdoll, just completely helpless to my every wish.

recording how i abuse all their holes and forcing them to watch it later. dumb thing acting all angry and horrified but really they're so wet.

I essentially became the bar puppy at my queer bar and on “tranny Tuesday’s” I pup out sooooo hard. I’ve become (one of) the only transmascs that go, which means I, the bar puppy boy, am frequently surrounded by stunning transfemmes. I get pet, scratched, praised, they hold my leash, I serve them, I’m such a good boy. I just wanna be in the middle of a t4t orgy where a bunch of pretty girls use me, make me (let me) suck their pretty girldicks, and be the best boy ever 🥺

Oh also when I say I service them I mean I light their cigarettes/joints/bowls, I hold the ashtray for them, I hold their drinks, I position myself however they tell me.

I’ve even started to step into “human furniture” territory. Last night, a pretty girl I frequently kiss and pup for rested her hand on my shoulder and said “hi baby, I just needed something to rest my hand on” while smirking and ohhhhh my god I almost moaned out loud 🥴

Another pretty girl tied my wrists together with my chain leash and made me keep position. When I got thirsty, the other girl held the cup and she, while pulling my leash, positioned the straw to my lips bc I wasn’t allowed to do it myself 🥰

Another update bc yall went crazy for this

I get pets and behind-the-ear scratches as greetings and goodbyes

A trans milf sweetly threatened/offered to kidnap me

When they give me weed, sometimes they’ll hood it for me and pull it away when they decide I’ve had a big enough hit

I’ve been invited to a girl’s house for video games and other fun stuff

I regularly get called precious almost like it’s my name

going stir crazy, how loudly do I have to beg before somebody shoves their dick down my throat

have i ever talked about how strong my sleep medications are?

i've had to go through a few — melatonin didn't work at all for me, and a few straight-up backfired. but the one i use currently? it knocks me out within the hour. i get so tired and feel so heavy and just have to curl up in bed. <3

the other thing about these? there's a reason i don't take them often, even though i struggle with insomnia: they knock me out for a solid 12 hours and i cannot be roused. with enough noise you can get some sleepy sounds from me, but that's it — i'm out until i've slept for that full length of time.

what's that mean then, hmm...? that means if you find a way to slip it to me; or even get me to take it of my own volition, sweet talk me; or notice that i've taken it and head to bed — i'm yours. all of my holes are yours to use — maybe even invite a friend or two or three.. use me while i'm knocked out on my sleep medication, entirely unaware of what's happening to my defenceless body.

i'll be your pretty toy — your warm, wet fleshlight — for the night, and the only way i'll know it happened is because of my sore throat, cunt, and ass — and the cum dripping from the last two.

...unless you decide to leave me photos or videos, that is. record something to leave me in the morning so i can piece together what happened and get all worked up knowing i was used so well <3

Asking for it at the gym