Doctor's Orders Ch. 03

[This series deals with detransition kink. If that's not your thing, that's okay, please just click away. The events and characters depicted in this series do not reflect my real-world opinions about my or anyone's trans identity.]

CW: rape, forced detransition, coerced breeding

A few weeks go by and you get raped almost daily. Most of them come inside you, unable to resist their urge to breed you.

At one point, you miraculously manage to go three whole days without being raped.

At first, you and your body are grateful for a break. On the second day, you're watching TV at home when you start feeling an ache between your legs. Even after all the workouts your pussy has gotten recently, it's somehow still needy.

You can't resist playing with it. You realize that it's incredibly wet and swollen, warm to the touch, and so welcoming. You can't remember the last time playing with your pussy was so exquisite. A fleeting thought crosses your mind, that you wouldn't be able to resist this hole if you had a full-size cock and an opportunity to take advantage.

Your curiosity gets the better of you, and you dip your fingers inside this part of you that you've tried to pretend didn't exist for many months because of dysphoria. It's so soft and silky and nice to touch... you look down at it, but realize there's no way to see it over your round tummy and huge tits.  

Something inside you moves you over to your mirror so that you can take a look. You sit down in front of it and spread your bent legs.

It's hard to believe that you've gone this far for the hopes of transitioning to male, because the image of yourself in the mirror looks like a fertile, female breeding cow. Your face is pretty, feminine and glowing; your massive breasts must have tripled in size since you began the program; your belly sits round and cute underneath them; and between your thick, squishy thighs, there is a perfect swollen pussy, lips like flower petals, shimmering with wetness. Something about seeing your reflection like this makes even more wetness flow through your hole - you can feel it without even touching it.

You keep playing with yourself in front of the mirror until you come over and over, juices leaking down your hand into a puddle on the floor. The most intense ones make your whole body quake, your boobs and thighs jiggling along uncontrollably.

All of it feels so good, and you know it's because of the daily pills and weekly injections you've been receiving. In the time you've been taking them, your libido has only gone up, and every stimulation to your pussy, breasts, and ass feels amazing. That night, you fall asleep still wet, longing for even more.

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The next day, you wake up still feeling desperate, but you don't have time to play with yourself because you have to get ready to go to Professor Owens' class again.

You've gotten into the habit of fully dressing up and doing makeup for his classes -- of course, the slutty outfits are just to keep him from raping you in front of your entire class like he promised, but the makeup was your idea. You felt that the revealing, high-femme outfits just looked awkward underneath a plain unpainted face; plus, you have to admit that doing makeup is pretty fun.

These days, you often spend over an hour each morning beautifying yourself. By the time you leave for class, you look like a doll -- or maybe fuckdoll would be more accurate.

When you get to class, you notice that another girl in your class has become pregnant. Now there are two pregnant girls out of only eight women in your class, and you know it's only a matter of time until you become the third. You wonder if your professor is the reason both of your classmates have babies growing inside them.

During class, you watch your classmates' gently protruding bellies and think about how your pregnancy tests are still coming up negative after three weeks of constant breeding.

'Maybe it's just not time in my cycle yet,' you think. You remember that your participation in the "Let Women Work" program is predicated on you being successfully impregnated, and doing so would be the fastest way for you to finally gain access to testosterone, your ultimate goal.

Suddenly, you become envious of your pregnant classmates. 'How many tries did it take for them to get pregnant?' you wonder. Some people get pregnant after being raped only once - how lucky they are! Here you are, on your third straight day of not getting raped, just waiting for it to happen again so that you can get pregnant and get it over with.

After class, you find that your first LWW paycheck has arrived. You feel you deserve it after all your hard work. The lack of success has been getting you down, so you take yourself out for a delicious meal. You eat until you're completely stuffed, then stroll down the street of shops.

There's a wonderful candy store that you can't resist going into; you don't have any appetite left, so you get yourself some treats to bring home and eat later.

Next, you wander into a clothing store. You're disappointed to find they only carry women's fashion, but your voluptuous figure won't fit anything else for the time being, so you buy a few revealing tops and dresses - somehow you've already outgrown several of the slutty clothes you bought only three weeks ago. You also find some sexy fishnet stockings that you hope will improve your chances of being raped.

At the end of the night, you walk home, hoping someone might come along and finally impregnate you, but no one does.

You put your things down in your room and realize you blew your whole first paycheck on fattening food, lots of candy, and slutty women's clothes. You sit on the floor amongst your numerous fancy shopping bags and eat some of the delectable treats you brought home. The feeling of them filling your tummy reminds you of how badly you wish a baby was growing inside you.

It all seems like such stereotypical feminine behavior, but the dysphoria doesn't sting as bad as it did at first. After all, it's hard to doubt your choices when that paycheck allowed you to get these delicious sweets... even though part of you thinks your new medical treatment might be partly responsible for your big appetite.

You go to bed hoping that it's your last day without being bred.

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The next afternoon, you're so cock hungry that you decide to find your professor and hope that he takes advantage of you.

It's all for the goal of getting pregnant so that you can get testosterone, you reassure yourself. But deep down, you're just craving the feeling of being pumped full of an improbable volume of cum.

You go to his office, where you find the door ajar but the room empty. He must be coming back soon.

You figure that asking him to breed you is too awkward, but if he finds you in a suggestive position, he probably will just be unable to resist. So you bend over his desk, dropping a pen onto his chair, pretending you're reaching over to grab it. Your short skirt shows your entire ass in this position.  

You don't have to wait long like that before he walks in the door. You pretend to be startled, looking back at him, and you start to tell him how you were just grabbing your pen -- but he just laughs and says you don't have to make any excuses because he knows what you're doing.

He walks up right behind you and rubs up against you, groping your waist and your wide hips. You start to feel his cock pressing against you, and when it's hard enough he takes it out and fucks your thighs for a moment. You're so dripping wet that even the outside of your underwear is lubricated for him.

He starts fucking you and making awkward conversation as he usually does. You find out that he is going to be allowed to transition soon, as he's nearing his quota of impregnations.

You're encouraged to hear that there is a light at the end of the tunnel, and you're reminded that if he can impregnate you, you'll be so much closer to your ultimate goal; so, for the first time, you beg him to impregnate you.

He suddenly stops talking for once, and you hear his heavy breathing as he bends over you, then fucks you harder and faster than he ever has. The force of it moves the desk across the floor, and your boobs jiggle in your face as they're pressed up by the table.

Girly moans escape from your mouth, and your pussy feels like it's in heaven. Minutes or hours seem to fly by as he releases load after load in you. When you finally leave his office, it's dark outside, and you're a mess. You're filled with so much cum it hurts, and you could swear your womb is bulging.