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gothamghost:

Understanding

It finally happened; my girlfriend cheated on me. With that fucking douchebag Devin no less, a guy who often made jokes at my expense and tried to flirt with my girlfriend whenever he could. I was furious at her for cheating on me, and I was criticizing her, calling her a slut. She was crying, and said she wished I could understand, that a girl needs certain things, and that as a guy I would never get it.
I woke up the next day, to my shock, as a woman. Immediately it felt like the anger between us was forgotten, and now we were focused on trying to turn me back. She said her wish probably made it happen, and that I had to understand why she had sex with Devin. I told her there was no way I would let that asshole fuck me, even as a woman, and even, I hate to admit, when I was starting to look at guys differently. “Maybe you dont have to have sex with him,” she said. “Maybe we just have to see him, give this situation some closure.”. “Fine,” I said. “We’ll go to him and I’ll tell him what an asshole he is and to leave us alone. I’ll prove to you that he’s not as much of a ladie’s man as you think he is.”
So we went to see Devin, he was working outside when we came. I was filled with anger, but even I had to admit he was indeed a fine looking man. Even as a guy I knew he was considered attractive, because all the girls talked about him, and he had a pretty manly body from working a lot and lifting weights. But, now as a woman, I wasn’t prepared for my heart to beat a little faster when I saw him. He looked downright hunky, with a well-toned, buff body and big arms. FUCK! Stop thinking like that! This is Devin, remember, the fucking jerk that screwed your girlfriend and made fun of you all the time!
Devin noticed us approaching and started walking up to us, his shirt off, his jeans a little low and showing a v-shaped waist. Why am I noticing him like that? My girlfriend gave me a shifty grin, as if we were two girlfriends admiring a hot guy. I can’t believe that’s how she saw me now. “Hello, ladies,” he said, as I noticed his voice had a pleasing richness to it, “to what do I owe the pleasure of two beautiful women coming to visit?”. What an ass, he knew it was me!
“Drop the act! You know its me, I’m not actually a woman!”. He then looked me up and down, not trying to hide it at all. “Well, I’d beg to differ. You certainly look like a woman to me. I think it’s pretty fitting for you, personally.”
“Look,” I started, annoyed at his words but also couldn’t help admiring his confidence, “I know you think you’re hot shit and god’s gift to women. But you’re not! There’s more to being a good guy than sexy muscles and a six pack! Being good looking doesn’t matter if you’re one of those assholes who just takes what he wants!”
“Wow,” my girlfriend said. “I thought you were gonna tell him off. It sounds like you’re flirting.” “It does?” I asked. “But why? I’m just trying to keep my composure, but for some reason I’m getting all flustered”.
“That’s just your hormones at work, girlfriend,” she said. “Of course he makes you nervous, he makes ME nervous, he’s dazzling!” She was now sounding excited. “Oh, it’s so cool I can talk to you about boys! I think this is what I always wanted from our relationship, you know. Not with all that pretense of you trying to be macho. Just us talking, girl to girl.”
“Ok, this is getting too much, I’m leaving! I’m not a girl! And you, mister,” I walk up to Devin, and lightly punch him in the arm. I feel his hard bicep under my soft hands and it just remidns me of how many he is and how girly I am now. “Don’t talk to me again! You had sex with my girlfriend! After I turn back into a guy, I’m coming back and kicking your ass!” He then does something totally unexpected, and kisses me on the lips. Holy shit. He wraps his massive arms around me sending my mind into a tailspin of girly emotions. As a guy I would never just kiss a girl like that out of the blue, its such a confident move. Fuck, I just told him I would turn back into a guy and kick his ass, but here I am, dressed as a girl in a girl’s body and kissing a guy on the LIPS. I can feel his stubble as he french kisses me. Damn, its gonna take a long time for my masculine pride to get over this one.
He then starts pulling off his pants. Fuck, I cant let this happen. But hell, I am kinda curious. If he has a small dick then I can just laugh at him. But his cock springs forth, and I involuntarily breath out “oh my god” and lick my lips. He was huge, and large, the kind of thick juicy cock you’d see in a porno. Is this what this was now? A sexual situation? I certianly felt sexy, with my tits jutting out and his manly, muscular body flexing as he turned me around. Jesus, how did he get so dominant, and why is it turning me on so much? I would never think of being this forward and yet its just making my panties wetter and wetter and making me feel more girly.
He positions his cock near my pussy – a sentence I never thought I’d say – and I can feel my masculine pride trying to protest. This handsome stud is about to completley emasculate me. Can I really just move on from this and still think of myself as a man? While Im trying to recover my masculinity, he shoves his cock in, and holy shit it feels right. No, I must fight this. Think manly thoughts. But it was hard to think of myself as a man, with Devin’s big cock pumping in and out of my pussy, my hair flowing in my face and my tits jiggling with every thrust. Every time I try to think of myself as a man all I can feel are these womanly sensations. My girlfriend is off to the side, masturbating.
After he finished, he slapped me on the ass. “You know, I never really thought you were a man anyway. I’m glad to see you’ve changed into something more fitting. I think this is who you were meant to be, all along.” He gave me a final deep kiss, and walked away. Damn. Now I know I’ll always be replaying this in my mind, those deep kisses, his sexy body and that unforgettable sex.
I walk back to my girlfriend. Well, I guess she’s just my girl friend now. “So,” I say, “There’s no coming back from that, is there? I dont think I could ever claim my masculinity back.” It felt weird, accepting that. I dont think I fully accepted I was now a woman, one who was into guys, but I knew that every detail of that encounter with the gorgeous hunk would always be replaying in my mind, never letting me forget how utterly feminine I felt.
“Yeah,” she giggled, “I have no doubt at all whatever magic made you into a woman has been finished. He fucked any semblance of masculinity out of you. I’m glad you can finally understand though, why I did what I did. When he’s fucking you, you just know you’re being fucked by a real man. And it just makes you feel so feminine. Anyway, I’m glad we can just be friends now, without any of that sexual tension between us. From what I can tell, you’re now just as boy crazy as I am!”

wow wow wow

cuckolding-and-female-allure:

As soon as he came in her mouth, your wife told you, “honey, don’t say that watching him didn’t make you feel dwarfed. You just have to admit it … and offer him our marital bed.”

Why had I ever made such a bet? It was just the heat of the moment. I’d gotten in some silly argument with this stranger at a party. My wife was annoyed but I wouldn’t back down. Eventually it devolved into literally comparing dicks. His was, very big. I told him I didn’t care how big his cock was, no man could make me feel small. Love and sex are about more than size, I told him. My wife had laughed. I glared at her. 

“Oh, come on. It’s not everything but you have to admit it helps.” 

My pride was besieged from all sides! I refused to concede the point. He said he’d prove it to me. I said nothing could move me and so agreed to any terms he might have. Stupid. He said he’d prove to me that a big cock could make me feel like the smaller man in regards to sex. If he could do that, he said, I’d have to allow him to try to best me at love, too. Deal!

It was then he turned to my wife and asked her to be his assistant with his demonstrations. She was taken aback at first, but soon she got an evil smirk on her face and looked at me. “Any chance to prove this smug bastard wrong.”

I was too proud to back out as I realized what he intended. He guided my wife to a secluded side room away from others at the party. I followed awkwardly, hearing the whispers of my friends and colleagues wondering why this other man was leading my wife by the hand.

“Okay, so your wife is going to service me. If you can watch the whole things and still honestly say you feel like a superior or even equal man, then you win. I will do whatever you wish.”

“Just leave us alone.”

“Deal. But if you do feel a bit…diminished, you have to let me prove that I’m the bigger man in love, too. Cede your marital bed to me for…a month. After that month, we’ll see who she loves more.” Deal.

He instructed her to take off his clothes. My wife complied with gusto. He laid down and ordered her to start playing with his massive cock. She gasped as she got her hands around it. She continued making approving sounds as she worked it to full erection. “Oh my god, babe! I can barely fit my fingers around it! And it’s so long! You must feel so small already. Your cock is nothing like this. It’s a whole different breed!”

I felt sick. “Just finish it.”

“Mmmm, but not with your hands, with your mouth.”

My wife bit her lip. She was pretty good at blowjobs. Even so as she worked it in her mouth she could only fit it halfway in. Fuck.

As soon as he came in her mouth, my wife told me, “honey, don’t say that watching him didn’t make you feel dwarfed. You just have to admit it … and offer him our marital bed.”

You’d been downstairs working late in your home office. Your fiance had come in and started teasing you. 

“Mm, baby, I’ll be up in just a minute to give you just what you deserve. Just have a few emails to write. Go get ready for me?”

You’d lost track of time as an unexpected emergency ticket came up. Twenty minutes later you could finally log out and go to your beautiful partner. She wasn’t in your bedroom… 

You checked the bathrooms and around the house. no sign. Then you heard some noises coming from the guest room where your brother was staying. 

cuckolding-and-female-allure:

I’m going to take your wife to dinner. Meanwhile, you’ll get the master bedroom ready for her and for me. I want you openly admit that your marital bed is mine now.

Really, just move your stuff into the living room already. He might not be around that often but it’s important to respect an Alpha’s space and not to challenge his claim to your wife.

If anyone sees them out together and asks you about it, proudly proclaim the he has made your marriage null and void. At least the sexual part of it. You still provide for her. You just also provide for him first. 

‘Princess’ had been your pet name for your girlfriend from the start. You even used it around others. Your mean coworker thought it was girly and a sign of weakness. He made fun of you frequently and mercilessly.

“You’re such a fucking beta, bro! ‘My princess!’ Eesh. But seriously dude you’re just giving her too much power worshiping her like that. A girl needs a man to take a stronger hand. Call her babe, chick, or slut even but not princess. Unless…is it like a sex thing? Does she dress up like a bimbo Disney princess and let you ravage her while she calls out for Prince Charming to save her?”

“What? Ew. No, we’re not into weird infantalizing and rapey stuff like that.”

“Yeah, right, dude! If she likes being called princess then she’d love being treated like one. You just need to make sure you get the better end of the deal. All girls secretly have rape fantasies. That’s what rape culture means.”

“I…that’s not…no.”

“You try getting raised to be a sex object and see what fantasies you end up with. I’m just helping girls who are already broken by the system achieve some joy.”

“Uh, you’re such a woke meathead, huh? That’s not us. We love and respect each other.”

“Sure you do, but she doesn’t call you her Prince, does she? Thought so. Wise up and give your girl what she craves or someone else will.”

Later that week your Princess mentioned the meathead had friended her on Facebook. She hated him but didn’t want to cause trouble for you so she accepted. You tried to get her to unfriend but she thought that would be more trouble than sticking it out.

Soon she started complaining about all the sexist, rapey memes he posted. Some to her wall! Just block him, you urged. But now she was looking at it as a sociological experiment. She wanted to understand the mind of a misogynist bro. Maybe she could change him.

That’s how she ended up agreeing to get coffee with him once a week. She didn’t tell you. He did. When you brought it up she just said she thought you’d overreact. He wasn’t as bad in person, she said. She was getting through to him. Though she did have to listen to his weird hypotheses about how women could find liberation by embracing objectification. So dumb, she told you.

So it was a surprise when she agreed to an exchange of principles. She’d dress really slutty all week and post OotD to instagram if he’d stop catcalling women and be really respectful instead. Then they’d see how much this changed each of their minds. He swore she’d like the attention if she just leaned into it for a while. She thought he’d come to find women responded to him better if he didn’t harass them. You hated this. But she wouldn’t back down.

At least you got most of the benefit of seeing her dress up. And he was nicer at work. You asked him about it.

“I figure you’re so emasculated that you’re basically a girl, dude, so I should be more respectful to you too.” Ugh. Had to ask.

At the end of the week you got this snapchat while they were out on their coffee date…

I’m 2 months pregnant from a guy I don’t know… I was so horny that night I felt like if I drove too fast I would cum in my panties… I went to a bar and was picked up by a few guys through the evening got numbers but I didn’t go home alone either… He bent me over as soon as we got in the door and rammed into me I needed to be bred that night.. He hit my cervix after a wild fuck and emptied into me. He left and I set up dates with 5 guys and for a week I was bred by them. Whos the daddy?

keepherfilled:

Well first things first, let’s compare notes on where and when this happened so I can rule myself out as the daddy! 😈🙌😁  Beyond that, sounds like you had quite the few days there! Congrats!

Fun facts. Women are more likely to cheat during their fertile phase. They’re also more likely during that time to go for a classic alpha-male-type (strong jaw, broad, self-confident). Women are more likely to present themselves provocatively when they’re fertile. Finally, women are more likely to accept risky sex while they’re ovulating.

Evolution is such a strict and wily mistress to keep our species going! Also, wow, science is amazing, right?  Science!