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My motivations has always been to find a big strong older taller husband and take care of ours or his kids. I never wanted to have a huge car or a hot girlfriend.

So I guess I was destined to submit to a dominant Muslim man if any of them wants to own me 🧕🏻

My new motivation is strong🧕

A white dad forcing his child (son or daughter) to be in couple with a Muslim man : it's exactly what happens in the story below, where a whiteboy is forced by his dad to serve a Muslim man

Everything changed when your dad told you to get into bed with his friends hunky virile muslim son. It would be a perfect match, he said.

Sissies are wonderful for so many things, would you want to make more?

okay so like New Girl, but i move into a loft with a bunch of random men cause i was kicked out of my parents home for being trans. Im only 18, ive never been on my own before. thankfully i get see an ad on craiglist. it's 4, older college students need help since rent went up. i move in and none of them have ever felt attracted to another man, yet they find themselves drawn to my short, almost feminine stature. one night, we all get drunk and they cant help but take what they think is theirs. they all decide to take turns raping me. when they finally pin me done and take off my boxers, they find my cute little boy cunt already wet and ready for them. they all start degrading me for keeing this secret from them, saying i "need to be taught a lesson for keeping this little cunt away from them." I try and wiggle away, but i've tied me up too tight. Im crying and telling them not to touch me and telling them ill be better next time, but they gag me to keep me quiet before they spend all night raping my virgin pussy.

Post-Olympia (a story in the Omar Bell universe)

[I wrote this story a long time ago. It takes place in the Omar Bell universe; if you're unfamiliar, just check out http://omarbelluniverse.blogspot.com. I first learned of it waaaay back from Chirenon's old site. The stories take place in a world where a scientist named Omar Bell released a chemical that transformed all white men into small, feminine "bois"--not only did they lose their physical stature and strength, but they also lost their mental resolve, becoming meek, flighty versions of themselves. The world becomes dominated by women and black men. I always liked to imagine what this would do to the bodybuilding world. Thus, this story was born. Check out @chirenon and @gendertransformation if any of this tickles your fancy; some of his stuff is fantastic, and his work is very well done.] Jay peeked cautiously through the curtains, careful not to let anyone get a glimpse of him. There was a big dais set up, probably for them to walk along. It was the Olympia expo, the gathering of professionals in the fitness industry before the legendary competition that night. A crowd of women, hard-bodied and tan, as well as two black men with the ripped proportions of physique competitors had gathered to the spectacle. Jay was used to walking around amongst that crowd, bathing in their adoration and respect, but now the attention seemed daunting. He pulled the belt on his robe tighter and backed away from the curtains anxiously. "You ready for this big Jay?" PJ said in his soft, high voice. He gave Jay a squeeze on his perky behind. Jay's whole body shuddered at the contact and he backed away from it. PJ winked and smiled. "Get ready, boi," he said, his yoga-pants clad rear-end swaying sensuously back and forth. "You're gonna be our show-stopper." That's what Jay was afraid of. This was the second Olympia since the Great Change, when Omar Bell's virus swept over the world and reduced white men to soft, feminine little bois. All men affected by the virus underwent a shocking change in status as their virility was stripped away over about a month. No one took the change harder than the bodybuilding community. While all white men had a lot to go through to get used to their new smaller bodies, bodybuilders, who'd marched around previously as pillars of masculine size and strength, lost so much more. Men who were used to weighing in at over 250 pounds--sometimes closer to 300--had a much harder time adjusting. Many tried to deny what was happening, frustrated by their waning strength and their loosening clothes. Jay remembered the day he finally accepted what had happened to him, sobbing into a now-gigantic XXXL tank top behind his couch as musculardevelopment.com reporters banged on his door, desperate to get a shot of Jay Cutler, the former four time Mr. Olympia, now smaller than his own wife. The first Olympia show after the virus came and went, all white competitors entirely absent while black athletes, the only real men still able to hold massive amounts of muscle, took over the sport. Jay's wife left him, his career had evaporated and sales for his supplement company plummeted. Then one day, after Jay had avoided his calls for weeks, PJ Braun showed up at his door. Jay was shocked to see him in person. The simpering little boi that introduced himself as PJ in no way resembled the massively muscled, good-looking man Jay remembered. He was now just over five-feet tall (still two whole inches taller than tiny Jay, a difference that seemed great to him) and just a smattering over 90 lbs. His formerly wide, bulging shoulders had compressed, his huge arms now slender and angular. Even more shocking to Jay, PJ had begun to wear the clothes that he'd seen bois wearing in the news: a tiny string tanktop that covered up his sensitive little nipples as well as stretch pants that accentuated his round rear end, the only part of him that wasn't slender. At one point he turned around and Jay saw the words "SLUTBOI" written in shiny gold across his plump backside. PJ was extending an offer to purchase what was left of Cutler Athletics--his own company, now called BlackstoneFit, had begun to offer fitness apparel for men, women, and now bois--but he had an even greater plan ahead of them, one that would involve Jay accepting an endorsement deal with his company. "We're going to change the face of the fitness world--again," PJ lilted in his high voice. Jay wasn't sure he believed what PJ was telling him, but it was the best offer he had going in a world of dwindling possibility, so Jay signed the papers. And now, staring out at the crowd at the Olympia expo, he was seriously starting to regret it. PJ strutted toward the curtain, taking one look back at Jay and the other athletes, and then walked out to the audience. Speaking into a (pink and glittery, Jay noted) microphone headset he projected his shrill voice confidently to the crowd. Knowing that the beginning of the presentation meant his time to go out there was rapidly approaching, and having heard PJ's spiel a hundred times, before, Jay retreated from the curtain, pacing around nervously, while the two other little boi "athletes" lined up to be presented to the crowd. "Many believe that bois have no place in the fitness industry, but today you'll see that the athletic spirit, so ferociously displayed by us when we were men, is still present today! By next year we will see boi competitions across the country--and soon enough, here at the Olympia as well!" Mike O'hearn was the first to walk out. Gone was the huge body that had earned him the nickname Titan, as well as the chiseled jaw he had been known for. Now a tan, lithe little boi, he still had his big curly romance-novel cover stud hair--only now the loose, curvy locks looked even more feminine atop his delicate facial features and long, flirty eyelashes. He strutted out toward the crowd wearing BlackstoneFit's proposed "competition suit" for bois, if the International Federation of Bodybuilding approved their proposal for a Boi category in the sport. Tiny strings looped over his narrow shoulders, holding a small rectangle of shiny purple of fabric against his pert little nipples. The bottom resembled a miniature version of the posing trunks they'd all competed in when they'd been men, but reduced in the rear to show more curvy buttocks, and pulled taut in the front to fit tightly against their tiny boy-nubs. Mike's little top had his name written in glittery letters across it. "It's important everyone recognizes who you are. We're selling your names out there, your reputations. We're not gonna pull this off with your little bodies." Still, it was so small on the tiny piece of fabric that the audience had to lean in just to make it out. Mike walked confidently out against the crowd, ignoring the whispers and giggles. One of the big men in the audience whistled. "Work it, little boi!" he said, and Mike blushed and turned around to present his perky little glutes. Jay shuddered; having heard scary stories about the way bois and men reacted to each other's pheromones, he'd tried his best to avoid having to see any real men since the change. Obviously it couldn't be totally avoided, but he'd never had to face a man the size of these big black behemoths in the crowd. He'd brought this up to PJ beforehand, only to have it casually dismissed. "Well, if they're turned on by you, mission accomplished," PJ had said. "And if you're turned on by them, work it. We've always been pros at working a crowd that's excited by us." Next up was Alexey Lesukov, whose baby-face had remained post-transformation, making him look barely twelve. "I assure you, folks, this boi is of legal age, even though that cute little face doesn't look a day past ten!" Alexey's freakish genetics, which had blessed him with a dense frame stuffed with bloated muscle as a man, still asserted themselves post-change. His bottom was, relative to his slight, thin body, a set of twin melons. His boi-trunks disappeared into its curvature. He walked with a sexy Ursula-esque sway, and as soon as he sauntered out along the dais, the crowd was abuzz with his fantastic behind. "Show 'em what you can do, Al!" PJ said. Alexey smiled a cute, toothy grin and then lithely lifted his right leg straight up in the air, gripping his dainty foot and holding the position. Then he gently lowered his leg back down to the ground and slid to the ground in a perfect split, his big caboose preventing him from sliding all the way down to the ground. The audience tittered. A few people clapped. Alexey rose and took his spot on the stage opposite Mike. Jay noticed PJ's wife, Celeste, casually walking the perimeter of the booth talking on her cell phone, completely uninterested in the show on the BlackstoneFit stage. As she passed PJ she casually patted him on the head without looking at him. He leaned into the contact, nuzzling her hand. In her heels she was easily ten inches taller than her little boi husband. From what Jay had heard, despite the fact that they remained married, PJ and Celeste now had an open sexual relationship. The whispered stories were that Celeste would invite over large black men whose dicks would find a way into both Celeste and PJ. Jay had been horrified to hear that when Celeste and PJ did have sex together, it was with PJ on the receiving end of the strap-on. Rumor had it that PJ's high-pitched squeals could be heard by all of their neighbors. Despite PJ's role as figurehead, Celeste seemed to be the one running the shots for BlackstoneFit, and it was Celeste who Jay was worried about crossing. If he violated his contract, he'd have to deal with her, and he'd seen the forceful way he'd ordered PJ around. Worse, Jay didn't believe he had it in himself anymore to stand up to her. He was going to have to walk out in front of that crowd. "And now," PJ introduced, and Jay loosened the belt on his robe, "the king himself, four time Mr. Olympia--Jay Cutler!" Jay walked out, remembering PJ's orders: "Sway that ass, walk like you own yourself, and look like you're loving it." Jay was wearing a little set of gold boi-trunks, as well as a tiny little top with his name written in white sequins. His hair was still his trademark blonde, still spiked high, and he was as tan as anyone remembered him, but the similarities ended there. His physique was still perfect, but by boi standards: slender shoulders, perfectly thin arms, toned legs and a wide, pear-shaped ass. PJ had smeared glitter along every inch of him, and he felt like the little guy on top of the Olympia statue as he marched in front of the crowd. For a tense moment, the crowd was silent, but then they began to Ooooh and Aaaah. People applauded. He felt a surge of adrenaline, a micron of confidence rising through him, and extended his waifish arms and curled them into what would, on a man or a fit woman, be known as a Double Biceps pose. His biceps barely existed anymore, but the presentation caused a surge in excitement in the crowd. Jay did a turn, presenting every inch of himself, satisfied by their appraisal. Without even looking, Jay sensed real men approaching--the air smelled different, somehow, and he felt a tingling down his spine and in his little nips and boy-nub. He felt a growing warmth and moistness in his ass, a side-effect of the change he wasn't used to--it all felt mildly intoxicating. He watched as Mike and Alexey showed the same signs of arousal, heard PJ's voice start to trail off lazily as well. Then Jay turned and saw them coming. For a moment he felt like he'd never seen any living thing as big as the three gigantic men walking toward him, but then he recognized them, tall and wide and stuffed with pure, bulging, veiny black muscle, and he realized that there was once a time when he was the same size as they were, when he competed alongside all of them and held his own: Phil Heath, Kai Greene and Ronnie Coleman all approached, the crowd parting around them, each of them seeming to generate gravity with their massive size. Jay tried to still his fluttering little heart. He felt his stance start to wobble as his eyes tried to take in what seemed like miles of hard black skin. "Gentlemen!" PJ said, cautiously approaching. "So glad to see some--" "Quiet," ordered Phil without even looking. PJ immediately fell silent--in fact, seemed physically unable to speak, now. "Shoo," Kai said, waving a hand in PJ's direction. The little boi backed away slowly, then tittered into the crowd, while the three huge bodybuilders approached the little bois arranged like trophies on the stage. "Look at this one," Phil said, stroking Mike's big curls with a thick paw. Mike shuddered in ecstasy, his eyes glazing with a far-away look. "What a pretty little boy," he said. "Show me that booty, boi!" Kai said, snapping a finger in Alexey's face. The little boi turned around and bent at the waist, presenting his voluptuous rear for inspection. Kai traced the boi's dramatic curves with his finger, sliding up the ample crack. Alexey let out a shrill yip. Kai tugged at one of Alexey's ears, then scooped the boi up with one hand, tossing him over his shoulder. Phil did the same with Mike, and the two gigantic men strode away, barely encumbered by their little prizes. Jay took in Ronnie's huge proportions as he approached. He was like a brick wall of human, so wide and tall. Jay had a feeling of vertigo as he struggled to take in all of the giant man. Ronnie leaned in and inhaled deeply, the path of his nose starting at Jay's face and slowly trailing down to the little gold boi-trunks covering his tiny little nub. "Mmmm," Ronnie groaned with a sound so rich it vibrated Jay's little nips. "Look at you, little thing," he said. He dug a finger under Jay's shiny top and gave it a twang. "You ain't nothin' but a peanut!" Ronnie turned around and nodded his head away from the stage. He crouched down a bit. It took Jay a minute to realize that Ronnie was prompting him to climb on his back! Very cautiously he looped his little arms around Ronnie's big neck, and then they were off, Jay bouncing against the thick coiled snakes of Ronnie's immensely muscled back, his arms barely able to clear Ronnie's wide traps and non-existent neck. With every powerful stride, Jay felt himself slide back and forth against the wall of muscle, his boynub stimulated to the point that he feared he couldn't hold on much longer, his ass so moist he worried people could see it. The crowd had dispersed at this point, BlackstoneFit's booth completely abandoned. As he watched it disappear behind him, he worried about what would become of him. As crowds parted at the sight of Ronnie Coleman with a little blonde boi on his back, Ronnie extended his big arms to them. "Hey folks, check out four time Mr. Olympia Jay Cutler!" he declared. Jay's cheeks burned with humiliation, but deeper he felt something smoldering, a sexual charge in the background that grew stronger the more Ronnie put him on display. The embarrassment ended when Ronnie approached his hotel room, unlocking the door with his card and then plopping Jay on the bed with one hand. The door swung closed loudly, and Ronnie pulled off his t-shirt with one hand. Jay couldn't help but moan at the display of musculature, still nearly as obscenely large and veiny as when Jay had taken the Olympia title away from him. Ronnie yanked down his pants and Jay's eyes bugged out when he saw the massive python underneath. "Strip," Ronnie ordered, and Jay shyly slid out of his revealing little outfit. Ronnie grabbed the shiny little tank and the teeny trunks and tossed them in the trash. "You won't be needing these anymore, little boi," he said. Despite his anxiety, Jay felt his desire spike dramatically as Ronnie's massive dick started to rise.

Goals…Bliss <3

Why can’t I find porn/smut about feminization that doesn’t end up just being sissy shit maybe I gotta be the change I wanna be in the world like

What I do want feminization to be about is changing someone based on your own desires like let’s take this boy and force fem him because that’s what i want and I want to slowly manipulate them into believing that they want this and that it’s for the best let them lose track of who they are make them dependent on me

Idk if this made any sense I’m mostly just rambling but please someone do this to me (*≧ω≦)

Why can’t I find porn/smut about feminization that doesn’t end up just being sissy shit maybe I gotta be the change I wanna be in the world like

wannabe ghosts

Specters

fruits of crossroads

wilt from bruises

deep rivulets

wrinkles carved into her face 

hungrily

smile at the lost muses

nebulous eyes

hunted

haunted by ghosts

virile oaths crumble to lies 

piteous floorboards are waxed

feverishly 

discoloring jeans 

a discolored organ pumps blood 

mechanically 

the door will open

free a flood 

yet

a fire alights 

begins to kindle in her lungs 

reminds her

of all their damned tongues

forgotten Prozac

unearths an amnesiac 

she gets up

discovers the phantoms’ tombs

abandoning her scars, she runs

realizing that there’s much more to a woman

than a lifetime

of sewing the dead’s

loose thread

© Margaux Emmanuel 

A real man's thick cock in my narrow ass - is the best reward for a good girl

Really hot

A dominant, masculine boyfriend getting fattened up in to a submissive femboy, softening both physically and emotionally. Losing inches off their manhood as they become big and pear-shaped, though they’re not disappointed because now they’d much rather you top them instead (and be spooned after, because they like to feel held)

fattened into a blobby caricature of a fat person, their testosterone dipping by sheer loss of volume to body fat ratio. self induced hypogonadism by your own greed and fattened tits, sagging over your shelf belly but pert from months of soy and fat and sugar 😏 a subby thing more interested in laying down and being topped because it's too much effort to move from your comfy position. weird i can't even see your manhood from this angle because of how much your own tummy covers it, much less you from over your boobs and wobbly stomach.

(Just one of my old TikToks.) The list goes on and on, but those are definitely the big ones.  🥰

When the hypnosis is a little too effective... 😅

Good sweeties follow. Good sweeties obsess. Good sweeties actually do more than the minimum. Pleasing Me is more than just reading this. Pleasing Me is following and giving attention back. Every interaction is pleasure. Pleasure gives you purpose.

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Good sweeties follow. 💖

It do be like that sometimes. 🙈😂

Time for your spa appointment Bambi. Just relax, it will all be over before you know it. 🥰

Feel. Focus. Follow. 💖