Forced Femboy Novels & Stories

But how could I, when Ford was in my head growling and screaming that same unrealistic and abominable word? “Mate.” Don’t get me wrong, I’m not homophobic. Yes, I’m not. But I am not gay! Never ever ever. I know what I have with Lara may not be working fine, but that doesn’t mean I don’t like girls. I fucking do. I pushed him back, tried to make him quiet. I was the Alpha, and I had to focus—at least for now. But every time I saw a flash of his brown hair or that strong, confident movement, my body would want to go crazy. It was like I was no longer in control.

A free spirit who took no prisoners. Jeremy had only to crook his little finger to summon a bevy of girls panting to have him shaft them. They flattered him, made him feel macho and virile, but none was as exciting as Karen. She was a potent drug, too powerful for all save the strongest personality. The need to convince himself that he could tame her forced him to attempt it again and again.

Tom caught a glimpse of Adrian as he passed in the hall, smiling under a waterfall of dark hair. He still couldn't believe that this guy was his hero. Deep down he'd known King Cold wasn't a girl. He didn't speak in a feminine manner or act like a girl. Pretending he thought the streamer was a girl was a ploy to stop his mates from calling him gay. 'As if they don't hero-worship big sweaty men on the football field,' Tom thought.

He tightened his grip; I was beginning to feel pain in my arms and on my face pressed against the not-so-smooth door. Panic set in as his hands rummaged through my body. God help me, he would get arrested for this. He licked my ears from behind. " Oh...no, not with that filthy tongue." A quiet sob escaped my lips. I'm strong ,I shouldn't cry. I'm not weak so why won't my body stop trembling? Why won't my heart stop racing? Felix was one of those bad boys in college, funny how we still kept in touch after so many years, but that was all because my parents wanted me to marry him.

Beauty looked at her. A pervert like Jessie must be higher than she. “20?” “No girl! So stop blaming yourself, if he is going to see you as a whore for just having three failed relationships then he isn't even better. Like I told you earlier hot guy must be a bottom with many body counts”. “So he is really gay?” Beauty asked disappointingly. “Well, not confirmed yet, but he gives off that vibe with his looks”. “How? He isn't feminine”. Beauty replied. “Well, he is a combination of feminine and masculine because his face is too pretty for a man, so I have to judge that."

My body is shaking because I can’t control myself from giving up, my knees are trembling. “Ugh…w-what d-did you do to me?!” I stuttered when I ask him that, “But we are just starting so don’t close your eyes baby, look into my eyes while I f*cked you so hard!” he demanded as he tore all of my dress and I am now completely naked in front of him.

There would be no talks of getting remarried to some old fart who thought it amusing to chain up his wives like dogs and make them neigh while he railed their assholes. Zefiro turns to me fully, cocking his head and my skin burns hot at the attention, my breasts weighing heavier. This...this is why I’d chosen him. He was the one man I could become straight for. He didn’t need to touch me before I felt the steady stickiness wetting my thong.

Phobos revealed to me his natural animalistic tendencies for in a way he showed me all along that he had always been gentle with me in his own way but when he got mad and took me I cannot describe the way he fucks as though he has lost all reasoning and self-restraint allowing his emotions to consume him. I have come to a point where I sometimes provoke him on purpose just so he can unleash his true wrath upon my longing flesh. I cannot recognize the female I have become, the female Phobos has made me be. I have begun to grow wilder less hesitant and more open to trying new things with him and this truth entices him and his beast. A true queen of the wild my male describes me as.

I need to do something to curb my perverted thoughts about my best friend’s child. It’s been too long since I have taken anyone to my bed. I’m not sure sleeping with anyone else would curb the throbbing desire I have. I need to take things slowly. Aubrey is young and new in town. Aubrey is my employee and best friend’s femboy of a son. Aubrey doesn’t like strangers realizing she’s a boy and I will keep it a secret. She prefers dressing like a cute girl and that is fine with me. I like feminine guys. I always have. When I first saw Jack in the tree I teased him because he was cute and I was hoping he’d be submissive and feminine because I had heard many fox shifters are. He’s not.

He found himself trying to prove that Oliver is a gay and that him is not by always inviting girls around whenever they hang out. Oliver has never made out with any of the girls because he always call them the next day to ask if anything happened. Even he himself find himself funny anytime he realizes that he was forcing his friend to sleep with a girl and so always gets annoyed when the girls questions him why he wants Oliver to sleep with them. He was trying to prove to himself that he is not gay and is not turning gay by kissing any girl that comes across his part, especially whenever Oliver is around. Once he had seen hurt in his eyes and had thought he saw wrong after Oliver acted as if