It Appears The Top Scientists Have Figured It Out!!

reducing a trans man to a weed addicted gooner loser who will let you use him like a fleshlight is just as hot as refeminizing a trans guy into the perfect bimbo slut.

I’m into all kinds of gender fuckery with hypnosis

I want to take a pretty boy camping and show him my favorite hiking trails and roast hotdogs and smores at night and play wrestle in the dirt with him.

I want to share a tent with him and accidentally forget the other sleeping bag at home so now we have to share. and ofc it’s cold out so maybe we have to cuddle a little bit too. Oh and accidentally wrap my arms around his waist and pull his leg over my body. And maybe we makeout a little but it’s just the heat of the moment right?

What a wasted opportunity to have a tboy on his knees and not push your boot in-between his thighs, against his cunt, to make him shiver a little extra. Why not make him hump it while you're at it. Pull his hair and slap his face while he desperately thrusts his little pussy against your boot like a fucking dog. They love it, trust me.

cuddling and playing minecraft after making out under big fluffy blankets and smoking

i thought a cold shower would fix me, but it made things worse i think 😭

pawssss i thought my toy was charged (t-shot day, so it’s so needed) but it just died on me 😭 this is the worstttt

Oh no!! The ultimate betrayal!!

i've mastered the art of getting off while staying almost completely silent but what i would give for someone to tie me down and play with me til i'm crying and whimpering and moaning and being physically incapable of going two seconds without left out another filthy sound

tw; intox, fauxcest, grooming(?)

it starts when you turn 18. maybe you've had friends whose parents smoke, never anything worse than a cigarette around you and your friends, but their home still has that skunky smell to it.

the same skunky smell that lingers on your brother's clothes. nothing washes it out, so stained in the very fibers of the fabric that it's ingrained in your brother's presence. so very him in a comforting way that makes your stomach tingle with warmth. you're not sure why.

he smokes in his room, and now that you're 18, whenever you're together. at first, you don't ask when he pulls a joint from a metal tube stashed in the top drawer of his desk and sparks it right in front of you. he doesn't bother to offer you a hit, either. he'd feel guilty about corrupting his little brother. and then you get used to the smell, and it becomes your smell, too, no longer just your brother's. he smokes regularly, you've found, because whenever he's in his room, there's a joint in his hand.

one day, you wander into his room without knocking to find your older brother seated at his desk, smoking as usual. it's not like you've never been curious about it because whenever he smokes, you feel a little lighter - a contact high. so you walk over to him, standing beside his desk for a second to just watch.

"need somethin'?" he asks, his joint half-smoked and dangling from his lips, his eyes briefly flickering to you.

"can... can i try?" you point to said joint. he looks really good smoking, you find. maybe you will, too.

"hm?" he glances at the dangling fire hazard, high but not enough to be unaware. "oh, sure."

you're confused when he pauses his game and grabs you by the back of the neck, his free hand securing the spliff as he takes a long drag, only to press his fingers just behind your jaw, forcing your mouth open like a dog. it all makes sense when he brings you closer with that grip, and blows the smoke out into your mouth until it's all gone. you inhale, a fast learner, but it's a lot for a new smoker. why do your boxers feel wetter than before?

he watches you cough, your cheeks turning red and your eyes tearing up, with a slightly sadistic smile. a smile that only widens when you recover and say, "can we do that again?"

little brother who doesn't wanna look like a baby in front of his big brother so he doesn't cry while big bro rapes him as hard as he wants