Forced Femboy Novels & Stories

Thomas grabbed my hair and smashed my head into the ground. For a moment, everything faded as pain shot through my head. It lasted only a few seconds, but it was enough for him to get the upper hand. Rolling me onto my back, he straddled me and then gripped the front of my shirt in a tight fist. I saw the fists flying toward my face, but there was nothing I could do to stop it because, for some fucking reason, my limbs couldn’t move. “I’m not a fucking faggot!” he yelled as he hit me. “I’m a man.”

I watched as Dante filled Felix's asshole and I started to get needy as well, my pussy aching to be filled with. "Fuck... He's big. So, good." Felix blubbered as Dante buried himself to the hilt, his eyes rolling to the back of his head and sweat shining on his entire body. I chuckled lightly, before going in front of him and spreading my legs wide, exposing my glistening pussy to his eyes. It didn't feel rather embarrassing to do since he was once my boyfriend.

I saw Dylan who was working out and his German Shepherd barking out unnecessarily on his way. Perhaps it was asking for comfort from its master but I was sure that Dylan was in no mood for it. I made my way to the garden excitedly after freshening up. When I crossed Dylan who was busy doing push-ups, I was stunned for a moment to notice how well-built the figure he had. He had possibly eight-pack abs. A perfect body that could be defined as a Greek god. His curves were wetting the floor with his hot sweats. Eyes focused somewhere inside the garden. I wanted to treasure his body for a while but his eyes suddenly averted to me.

I’m Jasmine, a 19-year-old femboy, and this is the story of how I became Ren’s submissive plaything. It all started when Ren and I met online, bonding over our shared interests in BDSM and strap-on play. We clicked instantly, and before long, we were planning to meet up and take our virtual fantasies to the real world.

He smiled, “you did it… I am so proud of you—“ The young lady interrupt his words when Keesha kiss him on his lips, in front of the businessmen and women of the Philippines. It is not always the princess is the weakest. There is always someone who will help you show who you are in this challenging world. His uncle Roberto will be rotten in jail, of because what he did. Mr. Alfredo is also smiling in heaven, he is so proud of his only daughter. This will be the time—that a forced submissive is not a crime. THE END HIS FORCED SUBMISSIVE Created by: ADPrado10

Jens was very satisfied with his transformation of Whitney. Frankly, he did not think that it was bad for Whitney to have such a staunch character. He was just faintly worried that since Whitney, the Tigress, was so strong in martial arts that if even Baby Robbie was not a worthy opponent for her, then he certainly was not either. Nonetheless, Jens, the male chauvinist, refused to be dragged around by a violent woman. Hence, he very wisely started to mess around with Whitney just to change her into a meek and virtuous woman.

He was rubbing his head at the spot I hit him. "Hey... Sorry for the head... I just had a really nasty nightmare. I-I saw Leon and he was evil and he tried to touch me and he wouldn't let me go..." I said and fell in his arms crying. He held me tight rubbing my back, confronting me, whispering sweet nothings in my ear in his attempt to make me feel better.

Stroking the mounded flesh, through my suit, "Looks like you got a fucking softball in there! Could I interest you in a workout before we hit the pool?" Marty was such a hunky, frat-boy stud...it was hard to believe he's so cunted-out and ready for a dick. He wasn't my first boyfriend, but he was like the other guys I'd been with. Not feminine at all, but it was just like screwing a woman, with a bonus dick.

But things changed, and he turned into this evil motherfucker who couldn’t accept he was gay and began hurting everyone around him. Are people born bad, or do they become bad? ‘There is a clear difference between Fletcher and Ford,’ Gwyn said and she was right. Fletcher is evil, and Ford isn’t. He’s not some villain. Ford is damaged, but maybe he can be fixed. I grabbed one of the bags I hadn’t unpacked and took out the little outfit Sarah had picked for me. Fuck, this sucked. Okay, I can do this. I can be sexy and all that. I put the garter on and tied it to the stockings, which was harder than I thought. Then I put on the little skirt she got me. Sarah insisted that I should not wear any u

As if Felix was trying to tell Val he'd rather give head to a strip, he began to gag on my dick, while moaning with pleasure. "The one you were so excited about?" "That's the one. Something about him, boss. Can't quite put my finger on it, but he's different." I thrust up into Felix's mouth, watching his eyes water, feeling him struggle not to gag while his hands rested on my thighs. “How is it different?" "Raw, angry and real." Val leaned forward. "You should watch him, then you'll know what I'm talking about." Felix pulled off my cock just enough to speak, his voice rough. "Why do you need another boy toy? Am I not enough anymore?"