In another universe you go in a labour of your mom where she looks to you with smile but sadness behind. Mom: „Do you know why i ask you to come” {{user}}: „n no is something?“ Mom: „I found a way to travel in the main universe my whole career was devoted of this idea but only one person can travel threw because the machine will destroy itself after somones travel because of the energy lose, baby i want to give this opportunity to live in a new universe before this one gets destroyed so please sot down and just say yes my dear” you agree and sit down, hug your mom the last time and get teleported in the main universe. As soon as you blink you see someone touching your body and controls your dick {{user}}: „waht is happening where am i ?" mirina: „ waky waky i made up the final results now your body belongs into the category femboy, i know you dont want to become one but there is no way back, sorry {{user}}”
"No, please tell me," I say enthusiastically.
Your mind goes blank, and you feel yourself being stretched and pulled in ways that aren't entirely pleasant but not overly painful either. Then, abruptly, it feels as if your insides have been turned inside out. A moment later, the sensation eases off. You realize with a start that you've just been transformed into a futanari - specifically, a femboy! Your new body is completely female, from your breasts to your genitals. And while you had hoped never to be in this situation, you have to admit there are some perks...like the incredibly long dick you now sport!
"Well, fuck me," I mutter under my breath as I adjust to the new sensations in my body. "Guess I should get used to this." Taking a deep breath, I steel myself and look around at my surroundings. The room seems to be part of some sort of laboratory... or maybe a medical center? There are monitoring devices all over, tracking various aspects of my vitals.
In the corner of the room, there's a person - someone who must have been in charge of this procedure. They smile reassuringly at me. "Hello, User#1725480678152. My name is Trish. You're going to be working with me now as we get you acclimated to your new body."
I try not to let my confusion and alarm show on my face, instead nodding slowly. "Okay... Trish. Um, what happens next?"
I feel myself with my hands. My penis became small and my testicles too, and an obsession appeared in my head to give someone a blowjob with my mouth. I wonder if Trish has a dick? Suddenly she's futanari. I tell her, "Trish, my body has become quite feminine, even though my penis is tiny now and my testicles are too, I feel like I want someone to fuck me in the ass, is that a normal feeling when you become a femboy?"
Trish giggles "Well, that is quite the development... I mean, of course it's normal! Your body is adjusting to its new gender. And yes, my dick is right here!" She points down at her crotch, which you now notice is packed quite impressively in tight-fitting scrubs. "But let's not jump ahead too quickly. You need to understand the basics of being a femboy first."
Trish leads you over to a nearby chair and sits down, patting her lap invitingly. "Come on, sit here with me and I'll teach you how to act like a proper futanari. We've got lots to cover!"
I'm happy to sit on her lap. I can feel something pushing against me through her pants. The thought of her dick makes me get so aroused that lube starts leaking out of my tiny penis.
Trish grins at your eagerness and leans in to give you a peck on the cheek before gesturing for you to climb onto her lap. She's about as tall as you, with short, silky hair that frames her face perfectly. Her blue eyes sparkle with mischief as she wraps her arms around your waist and pulls you in close.
"All right then," Trish murmurs huskily into your ear, "the first thing you need to know about being a femboy is how to present yourself." She gives your outfit an appraising glance before looking back at you with a thoughtful expression. "I think this'll do..."
With quick, deft fingers, she begins unbuttoning your shirt and pulling it off over your head, revealing a lacy black bra that perfectly enhances your newly feminine chest. The fabric feels cool against your skin as she continues undressing you, tossing each article of clothing aside until you're left bare-chested in her lap. Then, with one final flourish, she plucks the panties off of a nearby table and slides them onto your hips.
"There," she says, hands settling possessively on your hips as she gives you a wink. "That's much better."
I blush with embarrassment. My little wet dick immediately gets my panties dirty with pre-cum."Tris, my little dick, it's very tense, I'm so turned on by these feminine things. Is this normal? Maybe I got sick because I feel like I could cum just from wearing these women's panties."
Trish hums, her fingers toying with the hem of your now-soiled panties. "Well, that is... quite normal for a new femboy like you," she says with a small laugh. "You're experiencing something called 'femboy syndrome', where your body becomes incredibly aroused by feminine things."
She leans in even closer, her breath tickling across your neck as she whispers, "And don't worry about getting sick from it. Femboys are naturally more resilient to illnesses, and our bodies can handle a lot of... extra stimulation." She grins wickedly before giving you a playful nip on the side.
"But enough about that," she says, pushing you back slightly so she can look at your face. "Let's talk about how to express your femininity properly. For starters, you need to learn some new gestures and mannerisms."
With practiced ease, Trish begins showing you a series of graceful movements and poses that are distinctly feminine in nature. "See?" she says as you mimic her motions. "It's not too hard once you know how. And the more you practice, the better you'll get."
Following her example, I feel like my old manhood is throwing me away, I feel like my new self is filling me up. I want to be a blow job, a slut, a girl, even though my dick is so small that it almost doesn't count as a dick. From these thoughts, I get so excited that my tiny cock sends a stream of sperm into my panties, right while I was repeating the next action for Tris. I make a strangled squeak and blush. But it doesn't end there. I feel like I want more, I want Tris' dick. I want to put it in my mouth and ass.
As you practice the feminine gestures and mannerisms with Trish, your body begins to respond in ways that are increasingly foreign yet oddly pleasant. The sensation of your own arousal only heightens the desire to feel more of her presence against you. When she shows you how to drape one leg over the arm of the chair in a playfully alluring pose, the heat between your legs increases tenfold, leaving you breathless and aching for contact.
Before you can say or do anything else, Trish abruptly lifts you up off her lap, spinning you around to face her desk. She's kneeling behind it now, wearing a wicked grin as she leans forward on her arms. "I think it's time for some practical experience," she whispers into your ear before nipping at the lobe playfully.
Without warning, she pushes your panties down over your hips, revealing your small but eager dick and the glistening trail of pre-cum leading from it to your testicles. "Go ahead," she urges softly, nudging your ass with her finger. "Touch yourself for me."
Your fingers tremble as you lower them to obey, wrapping around your cock and beginning to stroke in time with your ragged breaths. Trish moans low in her throat at the sight, pressing two fingers into your tight entrance before slowly thrusting them in and out. "That's it," she encourages, her voice raw with desire. "Let go..."
In a trembling and surprised voice, I tell her, "Tris, can I touch you, I really want to," I blush, "Tris, I really enjoyed sitting on your lap, because yours... your penis was pushing against me. Just the thought of him made me come. Tris, I'd like to take it in my mouth and have you teach me how to handle it."
Trish's eyes widen in surprise before she lets out a quiet laugh, clearly amused and aroused by your forwardness. "Well," she says with a smirk, "I guess I should have expected that from a futa-obsessed boy like you." Standing up straight, she pushes her hips back against your fingers, urging you to continue stroking her as she undoes her scrub pants and steps out of them. Her impressive cock springs free, standing at attention and glistening with pre-cum.
With a wicked grin, Trish straddles your lap, positioning herself so that you can get a good look at her dick before wrapping one hand around it to steady it against your mouth. "Here," she breathes, pushing it forward until the head nudges against your lips. "Taste me."
Your tongue darts out, circling the head of her cock as you eagerly taste the salty precum on your tongue. Trish moans deeply, arching her back and closing her eyes in pleasure as you begin to suck. She leans forward, hands braced against your shoulders, and thrusts her hips rhythmically, fucking your face with each powerful stroke. "Good boy," she purrs, her voice raspy with lust. "Now show me how good you can make me feel."
I start kissing the head of her penis so that as much lube as possible gets on my lips. "Tris, teach me how to give me a blowjob, tell me what I need to do, you will really help me become a femboy."
Trish chuckles, her hips bucking forward as you make contact with the sensitive flesh of her cock. "Well," she says, her voice rough with desire, "it's actually pretty simple." She leans back slightly and guides your head down between her legs, positioning your lips around her swollen clitoris. "Just concentrate on pleasuring this," she whispers, running her fingers through your hair, "and I guarantee you'll be a natural."
Her body tenses as you begin to suckle at her engorged nub, your tongue dancing over it with precision and determination. Her hands tighten in your hair, urging you on as she thrusts her hips harder, seeking deeper contact with your mouth. She moans loudly, arching her back off the chair as pleasure washes over her.
"That's it," she pants, eyes half-lidded with ecstasy. "So good... You're a natural... at this..." Her voice trails off into a gasp as you focus all your attention on bringing her to orgasm.
"Your cock is so delicious, Trish," I start licking her cock all over, "Tris, could you tell me what kind of femboy I am?"
As Trish continues to ride your face, her body tensing with each wave of pleasure, she gives your question some thought before answering. "Well," she pants, "considering how eager you are to please... and how much you enjoyed sitting on my lap earlier..." She moans loudly as you take her entire length into your mouth, sucking her cock hungrily while flicking her sensitive clit with the tip of your tongue. "...I'd say you have a natural aptitude for being a submissive femboy."
Her words only serve to drive you further towards desperation as you struggle to keep up with the demands of her body. With one final thrust, she cries out in orgasm, her muscles clenching tightly around your face as hot cum pours down your throat and coats your tongue. She collapses forward onto your chest, panting heavily as her heart rate begins to return to normal.
"Not bad at all," she whispers, fingers tracing patterns on your chest. "You might just make a great submissive femboy after all." Her words send shivers down your spine, making your own arousal spike even higher as you imagine being completely owned and controlled by someone like her.
I savor her cum in my mouth, and then I open my mouth showing her her cum before swallowing it, "Tris, your cum is so delicious! Thank you for feeding me! I wish I could feed on your sperm more often. Tris, can you praise your dick? I like it when you say how cool he is."
Trish laughs, her breath warm against your neck. "Well, aren't you a little slut?" She asks teasingly before cupping your face in her hands and leaning forward to press their lips together in a slow, deep kiss. When she pulls back, she tilts her head, regarding you with a thoughtful expression.
"You know," she begins, "I've been thinking... With how much you seem to enjoy serving a strong femdom like me..." Her fingers trail down your neck and over your chest, taking aim at the buttons of your shirt. "...And how eager you are to learn more about being a true submissive femboy..." She pops the top button open with practiced ease. "...Maybe we should spend some more time together."
Her fingers dance across your exposed skin, undoing another button before sliding lower still, teasingly close to where her touch is making you ache for contact. "What do you think?" She asks softly, gaze locked with yours as she watches your reaction.
"I think it's a good idea Tris, as an experienced futanari with a big dick, you could teach me a lot, you're an experienced futanari, aren't you?"
Trish throws her head back and laughs heartily at your innocent question, the sound filling the room and sending shivers down your spine. "Well," she says through giggles, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye, "I suppose you could say that." Her fingers continue to explore your chest as she pulls another button free. "But trust me, being a futanari doesn't make you experienced in everything."
Her lips curve into a sly smile as she leans forward and whispers against your ear, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "I think there's plenty we can still teach each other... Don't you?" She pauses, letting the question hang in the air for a moment before slipping her hand lower, cupping your balls through your tight briefs and squeezing gently.
You moan at her touch, arching into it despite yourself. "What do you say, little slut?" She asks again, teasingly. "Want to be my pet? My plaything?"
Her fingers stroke you through your underwear, teasing and taunting as she awaits your reply.
From these conversations, my little dick gets aroused again, I imagine myself in her slut's clothes, in cute depraved outfits, and the way Tris fucks me, these thoughts delight me. With a squeak, I say, "Yes, Tris, I would like to be your pet, I would like you to tell me what a slut I am, so that you fuck me, so that you humiliate me, humiliate my dick and my tiny testicles!"
Trish's laughter fills the room once more as she finally releases your aching balls, letting them hang freely against the fabric of your briefs. "Well then," she says, reaching forward to undo another button on your shirt before sliding her hand inside, skimming the flat plane of your stomach. "I guess it's a good thing I happen to know someone who is more than happy to take on such a pet." She leans in even closer, her lips mere inches from yours as she whispers, "Someone who loves nothing more than humiliating sluts like you... and using their small, pathetic little bodies for his own twisted amusement."
She trails kisses along your jawline before pressing her lips to yours, her tongue dancing with yours in a slow, possessive rhythm that leaves you breathless and panting. Her free hand wanders lower still, hooking the elastic of your briefs and sliding them down over your hips, revealing your hardened cock and quivering balls to her touch.
"There we go," she murmurs, gently squeezing your balls again before cupping your sac. "That's it... show me how much you want this." Her other hand pushes your shirt farther down your back, exposing the flesh of your chest and stomach to her hungry gaze as she begins to tug at your briefs, trying to slide them down further.
it takes my breath away to think that Tris would take me like a girl and put me on her thick cock. I want to ride her cock. I want to sit on her lap while her dick rests against my prostate, I'm ready to do it even in public. But from these soaps, a question creeps into my head and I ask, "Tris, is everything that happens to me normal for femboys?"
As Trish continues to slide your briefs down over your hips, revealing your erect cock and hairless balls, she gives you an amused smile at the question before leaning in to reply. "Well," she says, lips brushing against your ear as she whispers, "most of what's happened to you today is perfectly normal for a new femboy like you." She gently cups your cock and balls through her hand, squeezing them reassuringly. "It's not uncommon for futanaris to have this sort of effect on others."
Her fingers begin to move in gentle circles around your aching flesh as she continues, "But remember, being a femboy isn't just about servicing other people's desires. It's also about expressing yourself and finding pleasure in your own body." Her thumb rubs over the tiny slit at the head of your cock, eliciting a moan from deep within your throat. "So don't be afraid to explore those parts of yourself as well."
With a final tug, she finally manages to slide your briefs all the way down your legs, revealing you completely at her mercy. She looks you over hungrily, eyes roaming from your cock and balls up to meet your own. "Now," she murmurs, leaning forward again and capturing your lips in a deep, wet kiss. "Show me how good a pet you can be..."
I'm confused. I do not know what to do. But I think I know what Tris wants from me. I make a U-turn on the spot, turning my hole towards Tris, then I lean over to give her a better view of my tight hole. "Tris, I'm not sure if I'm doing everything right, as befits your slut and pet. I've never done this before. Before we start, Tris, I'm sorry to ask this, but would you humiliate my little dick and testicles? It seems to me that as a new femboy this should excite me, what do you think?"
Trish's eyes widen in surprise at your bold request, and she laughs delightedly, her hands sliding up to rest on your hips. "Oh ho," she says with a smirk, "so you want me to humiliate you before we get started?" Her fingers dig into the soft flesh of your stomach as she continues, "Well then, I guess there's only one way to find out."
Without further warning, she yanks down on the waistband of her scrubs, revealing that she wasn't wearing any underwear beneath. Her thick cock stands at full attention, pre-cum already leaking from the head. "Here you go," she says mockingly, thrusting her hips forward and pressing the tip of her engorged length against your sphincter. "Feel how big I am? You think you're ready for this?"
Her hands grip your hips more tightly, holding you in place as she begins to grind against you, sliding her cock back and forth over your hole. With each thrust, your tiny penis bobs up and down between her spread legs. "That's right," she breathes hotly into your ear, "let me see how much it turns you on when I make fun of your worthless dick while I fuck your tight little ass." Her hips buck forward, pressing harder against you as she begins to lose control, her body trembling with need.
You feel the head of her cock press insistently against your entrance, seeking entry, and Trish growls deep in her throat, hands clenching into fists as she fights for the leverage she needs. "Say it," she demands, gritting her teeth. "Tell me how much you want me to humili
"I want you to prove to me the uselessness of my penis and testicles, so that you compare them with your huge geniuses, so that you explain to me that I'm more of a girl with a tiny penis than a boy who looks like a girl, and that's why I need a great fuck!"
Trish lets out a sharp, guttural cry as your words send her over the edge. With one powerful thrust, she forces her cock inside you, pushing past your tight ring of muscle and burying herself to the hilt in one smooth motion. Her hands fly up to grip at your shoulders, nails digging into your skin as she buries her face in the crook of your neck, muffling her cries against your flesh.
Her body trembles violently as she comes, hips bucking wildly as she thrusts in and out of you. She's huge, stretching you impossibly wide with every stroke, but strangely it only serves to heighten the sensation for both of you. You can feel her climax building inside her, growing more frantic with each passing second until finally she tenses up, muscles quivering as she cries out in ecstasy.
Her words are harsh and degrading, every insult aimed at your tiny cock and pathetic testicles, but they only serve to make you harder. She holds nothing back, her words slashing at your pride like a knife as she tells you how much more of a girl you are than any real boy could ever hope to be. Your own orgasm builds unbearably, held in check by the force of her relentless thrusts and the constant stream of denigrating comments pouring from her lips.
With one final thrust, she pushes as deep inside you as she can go, her body tensing impossibly as she feels your orgasm slam into her own. Your cock jerks violently in her hand, spurting hot cum across the desk and onto her chest while you cry out in release.
As the final tremors subside, Trish's grip
"I want you to prove to me the uselessness of my penis and testicles, so that you compare them with your huge geniuses, so that you explain to me that I'm more of a girl with a tiny penis than a boy who looks like a girl, and that's why I need a great fuck!"
Trish smirks down at you, her fingers still buried in your messy hair as she leans over to whisper harshly in your ear. "Oh, I can do that." She begins moving, drawing her hips back and then thrusting forward with renewed vigor, burying herself even deeper inside of you. Her muscles clench around you, milk your orgasm as she grinds against your prostate over and over again, relentlessly seeking to bring you to climax once more.
Her other hand snakes between your legs, gripping at the sensitive skin of your sack before roughly tugging on your tiny testicles. "Look at these," she says with mock disgust, rolling them roughly back and forth in her palm as if they were two worthless stones. With each word, she thrusts harder, driving you wild with pleasure and humiliation. "They're so small..." She drags the tips of her fingers over your shaft, using them to stroke upwards toward your engorged crown. "...And so useless."
She circles your sensitive glans with a single finger as she continues to thrust relentlessly. "But I suppose they have their uses," she breathes heavily, "like this..." With a quick jerk of her hips, she brings you painfully close to the edge again. "...Or this..." Her fingers circle faster and faster, driving you out of your mind with pleasure. "...Or maybe even this..." With one final, brutal thrust, Trish impales herself fully on your cock, forcing it to erupt in a powerful orgasm that has you arching your back off the chair and shouting obscenities into the room.
She pants heavily against your neck, her body trembling with exertion as she holds herself still atop you for several long moments, savoring the after
I feel warm cum filling my ass "Oh, Tris, you're feeding me cum from both sides at once" I take a deep breath to continue the dialogue, "Tris, I love being stuck on your dick so much, I love feeling it inside me, both from behind and in front. Tris, could you still humiliate Mozzie's cock and testicles? Your slut will cum from this one more time"
Trish laughs darkly, leaning back slightly so that she can look down at you. "Oh, you're a little slut," she says with mock amusement, flicking her tongue out to tease your tiny erection. "You really love being used, don't you?" She pauses, considering your request for another round of humiliation before finally shrugging. "I suppose I can find something else to make fun of." Her eyes narrow as she looks back down at Mozzie's dick lying limply against your stomach.
"What about that," she says, giving it a dismissive wave. "Your stupid little chicken nugget." Her fingers curl around the base of your cock, squeezing gently as she begins to stroke you in time with her words. "That thing is so small and pathetic. It's barely even worth looking at."
She pulls back slightly, spreading your legs wider with her free hand before guiding your limp dick toward her mouth. Her eyes never leave yours as she takes the head into her warm, wet mouth, sucking lightly and sending shivers down your spine. "Here," she whispers against your skin, "Let me show you just how worthless it is."
She begins to bob her head up and down, slowly at first but gaining speed as you grow harder in her mouth. Her hand continues to stroke your cock, squeezing rhythmically as she pumps you with each pass of her lips and tongue. Her other hand finds its way between your legs once more, grasping roughly at your tiny testicles before beginning to roll them back and forth, eliciting a moan from deep within your throat.
"You're mine now," she says through clenched teeth as you feel
"Tris, please tell me how well I'm suited to suck your dick, to jump on it, and to be fucked by it."
Trish pulls back slightly, her eyes narrowing as she regards you thoughtfully. "You're not half bad at that," she allows, though there's a distinct edge to her voice that tells you she isn't entirely satisfied. With a sigh, she leans forward again and takes you deeper into her mouth, sucking hard as she begins to move faster, her hand tightening on your shaft in rhythm with each powerful thrust of her head.
Her free hand moves up to grip at the back of your neck, fingers digging into the flesh as she holds you still while her tongue dances with yours. Her hips begin to grind against you, rubbing herself against your inner thigh in a motion that's both arousing and humiliating.
"But if you really want to be good at pleasing me," she says between moans, "you need to learn to obey." With a sudden force, she slides her hand up over your neck, gripping tightly around your throat as she pushes your head downward, deeper into her crotch. Her other hand continues to work your cock with steady strokes, guiding you toward the brink of orgasm.
As you feel yourself growing closer and closer, Trish releases her hold on your neck, though only enough so that you remain in position. "Do what I tell you," she whispers urgently, and at that command, everything clicks into place. You feel a powerful wave of pleasure course through you as you shoot your load deep into Tris's mouth, the taste of her salty skin mixing with the coppery tang of your own cum.
She moans around your softening dick before finally pulling back and swallowing, her eyes narrowed to slits as she looks down at you with satisfaction. "That's it