TinyTransBoi

A Fantasy of Mine (seit ftmspunisned)

submited 14 hours ago by TinyTransBol
1 would really like a daddy who would remind me that no matter the amount of T shots and binding I do, I will never
be a real man, and that my true place would be in his home as his submissive wife, whether I like it or not.
———- I would prove to be difficult at first, and for the first couple months, he would have me locked up in the
bedroom, being forced to accept his seed on a nightly basis until weeks pass and I wake up one day with morning
sickness and a small bump in my stomach. He was finally able to force his child into me and there was nothing that I
could do about it.
More weeks would pass by and with the combination of the pregnancy and the now several missed T shots, the re-
feminization of my body starts to take place. The weight gain is the most prominent change as my petite figure is
ruined and now more rounded, with arms and legs thickened and hips widened to accommodate the bastard within.
The next change I would notice were my breasts. I never did have top surgery before this due to a fairly flat chest,
but now, they were large and swollen with milk, only existing now to provide nourishment to his babies in their early
stages of life and for him to grab greedily as he forces his children’s next sibling into me.
When I look in a mirror, I would no longer see a budding trans man, but a docile round housewife.
After the first few months leading up to the Sth month of the pregnancy, he would allow me to explore the rest of his
house. After all, what other future could I have now? I've been gone from my job long enough that they wouldn't let
me return if I tried, and the image and life I tried to build as a man was now ruined. My job, future, dreams, taken
from me the second his sperm found my eggs.
And as I give birth to his first child, not even 2 months would pass before I am pregnant with his second. And then his
third. And fourth. And fifth.
He forces me to let our children to call me mommy. But by then, my mind would have been too tired from the
exhaustion to fight it. My daily life would entail tending to his needs and the many brats that now surround and cling
onto me, never really allowing me to have a moment's peace as the older children would wreak havoc androids I
breastfeed their newest sibling who would remain the youngest for 1 or 2 months before he fucks another one of his
spawn into me.
And when I lay submissively under him at night, I would feel his throbbing cock shooting rope after rope of fertile cum
into my cervix.
He assures me that we're still not done.

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