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I hear the final footsteps make their way out before I dare open the stall. Men’s bathrooms scare the shit out of me, especially in a bar of all places. I always do everything to avoid dirtying my hands when using public bathrooms so that I can flee as quickly as possible, much like I am doing right now. I walk past the few guys from my friend group that got up while I was gone. All of which are currently on the receiving end of some extremely disinterested looks from girls who are significantly more sober than them.
I come back to find the only other two people who are currently coherent. Our designated driver, Matthew, and my childhood best friend, Robin. I sit down and let out an exasperated sigh. “You ok?” Robin asks.
“I’m fine, just, bathroom.”
“Did you finally go in the women’s one?”
“What the fuck? No. Do you think I wanna get hatecrimed?” Robin just sorta frowns at me, clearly disappointed that I am no closer to relenting and making a fool of myself.
“Whatever. I’m just ready to get out of here. Go round up the guys.” Matt chimes in. I slide out of the booth, and with Robin I feel a little bit more comfortable walking across the bar. By this point those poor women are ready to call over security at any moment. I try to shoot them an “I’m sorry” look. Robin smacks each of the men on the head, and they whip around ready to fight before realizing they are being idiots. As we walk away I get a little sad thinking about how I wish I had it in my to apologize.
As we all file into Matthew’s car we realize something. We apparently did a piss poor job of counting heads when we calculated how many people could walk here, because there is one too many. The drunk idiots of the group start groaning and arguing, when suddenly someone says “Maybe Remy should just get on someones lap, she seems like shes small enough.” I feel my heart sink as it seems this soothes the tensions, everyone but me in agreement. As if it were a foregone conclusion, everyone packs into the vehicle, leaving the rear door open, Robin sitting at the end. I can feel my face heat up a bit as I realize I’m gonna have to spend the entire drive home in his lap.
I reluctantly shuffle my way in, cursing under my breath the whole time. I swear I could have lost it when I heard one of those assholes let out a giggle like a middle school boy in sex ed.
I settle down in Robin’s lap, and… it’s kinda cozy… I try not to think about that, nor about how I feel kinda small right now, something that I’m not really sure I’ve had many chances to experience. Once we get going the not so sober men of the group basically immediately pass out. The car is more or less silent now. It’s kinda nice. That silence is pretty quickly ruined when we get onto a road that has been in need of repair for a very very long time now, the tires making a dreadfully load roar, and the entire car sort of rumbling on all of the little cracks and pits in the road.
I can really feel myself get flustered when I feel something pressing into my ass. I can faintly hear Robins breath getting faster, probably a really solid mix of panic and arousal if I had to take a guess. The feeling is really intense, and I start freaking out internally when I realize I kinda like it. I try my hardest to keep my composure, thoughts of things he could do to me slowly building up in my brain as I feel him remain hard throughout the entire ride. The car finally pulls up at the apartment building shared by four of the guys present here, including Matt and Robin. The plan was to hang out here, but I have a feeling most of the party will be passed out either in their bed or the couch.
As we make the journey to the apartment, trying valiantly to keep half of the group from passing out right where they stand, Robin and I don’t look one another in the eyes even once. Once the drunkards are where they belong we excuse ourselves to his room, assuring Matthew we’ll be right back. “Oh my god. I’m so sorry, I really wasn’t trying to do that there, I promise.” I guess either I did a better job hiding it than I thought or he’s just stupid.
“Hey, its ok, honestly. I uh…” I don’t actually know what I was planning on saying here. “Do you find me attractive?” WHAT??? I start panicking a little, I have no idea what just came over me there. We’re it not for the obnoxious levels of bottom energy radiating from the way I said that he might have thought it was an accusation. He takes a step closer to me, almost as if on the offensive now.
“Why? You forget how cute you are?”
“u-uh um I just kinda, I-” My entire train of thought comes crashing to a halt when he extends out his hand and holds the left side of my face in it. I can feel my legs get a little weak, and I look up at him with pleading eyes. Back before I transitioned our group did a height measuring contest, one I heavily suspect was devised purely to tease me. I never heard the end of it when they measured and found that the difference between robin at the top, and myself at the bottom was just over half a foot. I had never gotten close enough to realize quite how much that actually is.
“You wanna know? You wanna know how It makes me feel that little Remy is a girl now?” I nod my head. “It makes me feral. I’ve known you my entire life, and for most of it you’ve been doing a piss poor job of trying to fit in with the guys. This suits you much better, your cute, round little face, your ass that I have to fight myself not to stare at, those tits you can’t hide no matter how hard you try. I’ve wanted to make you mine for a while now, and I’m not the only one. ” I feel little shocks flood my body. I need this man to get me pregnant.
“P-P-Please…” My brain is melting at this point, I just need him to use me however he sees fit. He moves his hand to under my chin, his pointer supporting, and his thumb gently pressing into it. He wraps his other arm around my waist and pulls me in, planting his lips on mine. The softness works together with the slight taste of the beer he was drinking and the faint smell of cigarettes and cologne to turn me into putty in his arms. The smell thing seems like a stupid meme until you’re enveloped in it, and its making me just as feral as he seems to be about me.
He pulls away and holds his face close to mine, his hot breath filling me with such longing that my eyes start to go out of focus, leaving me behind them, desperate to be bred. I’m pushed up against a wall where he puts his knee between my legs and turns a soft kiss into a full blown exploration of my mouth. I start whimpering a little bit, his tongue feeling all over mine. When he pulls away I’m left completely out of breath, my shaky legs miraculously still keeping me upright.
I’m flipped around and pulled back into him. He starts slowly moving his hands up my sweater, his fingers like live power cables as he brushes them up my stomach. “I’m the first man that’s gonna see what you’ve been hiding under this hoodie, aren’t I?” I nod my head. “Good. Your first time belongs to me.” He lifts up my hoodie all the way, revealing my breasts. “It’s still hard to believe you have these. How big are they?”
“C-C cup…” He envelops them in his hands, holding them gently.
“Remember when you told me you were gonna be ‘fucking bitches like crazy’ at university? Where did that go? Did you just realize you want cock more?” The gentle cradling becomes manhandling, his thumbs rubbing my nipples. I’m an incoherent mess, my whimpers slowly growing into moans by the second. Robin puts his hand over my mouth and says “Everyone is just right out there. You don’t want them hearing, do you?” before switching gears to just pinching and teasing my nipple. What is being stifled by his hand has now become a mess of girly moans, and my brain is full of a thick haze from his scent, his hand covering my mouth, his arms holding me against him, and his fingers torturing my nipple.
He lets me go and I fall to the ground, my poor legs no longer able to support me. I feel his breath on the back of my neck, and he whispers into my ear “Do you want me to really make you mine tonight?” I feel a wave of shivers go down my back when he says this.
“You can do whatever y-you want to me.”
“No. You’re gonna tell me what you want.” I struggle a bit, the words stuck in my throat, why is this so hard?
“I… I want your dick… Inside me…”
“Good girl.” Holy fucking shit I need it. “Why don’t you go get ready for me? You can use the shower.” I get up, panting and out of breath. When I get to the door I get a little worried that maybe they’re still up out there, maybe they’ll see me and know that Robin has been making me his little toy in there. I peek around the corner really quickly and see only a few of our friends passed out on the couch. I quickly run across the hall and into the bathroom.
I take a quick rinse in the shower before quickly running back to Robin’s room. He’s sitting on the bed waiting for me when I get back. I climb up into his lap and sit facing him. “You all ready for me, baby?”
“Mhm.” He grabs a hold of me and pulls me in for another kiss, running his hand down my pants to grab a hold of my ass. He stands up, still holding me in his arms, and turns around, placing me on the bed. I start taking my clothes off, as does he. He leaves nothing on, but I decide to leave my boyshorts on so that he can take them off me himself. He gets on top of me, hovering just above me on his hands and knees. I run my hand along the side of his face while he stares into my eyes like he’s a wild animal and I’m his next meal.
He starts planting kisses on my neck, somewhere I never realized I could be so sensitive. Each kiss makes me whimper, and I start to sound like a whiny little dog after just a few seconds. He bites into my neck and I let out a squeal. The bites turn into him sucking on my neck. When he pulls away he whispers in my ear “Now everyone is gonna know you’re mine.”
“P-Please… breed me…” He needs no further convincing, as he gets up onto his knees and flips me over, pulling my ass just off the bed. He grabs my boyshorts and yanks them down to my knees.
“Holy shit, your ass is divine.” I stick it up just a little bit toward him and let out a whimper. He spreads my asscheeks apart and I hear a crack of a plastic lid being opened. Without any warning I feel a cold liquid touch my hole and I gasp a little bit. Robin’s finger starts gently rubbing the entrance, a feeling I didn’t imagine could be this intense. He starts applying a slight amount of pressure, enough that his finger starts slowly making its way in, but not enough to hurt. “This ok?”
“Y-Yeah.” Once his finger is in all the way he quickly locates my prostate and starts rubbing circles on it. The waves of pleasure propagating through my body are unreal. I can’t help but start moaning, something Robin notices, promptly stuffing my face down into the pillow to muffle my noises. Once He feels I am sufficiently loosened he withdraws his finger, resting the tip of his dick on my hole. For the first time I think about how much bigger he is than I even was before hrt, is it gonna hurt? I’m shaking with a mix of fear and overwhelming anticipation.
He leans over me and whispers into my ear “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle with you.” before pouring a generous amount of lube onto himself and beginning to push into me. It’s so much thicker than I realized. I can feel him stretching me out, causing a dull pain, but one that feels almost satisfying. Once he is halfway in he pulls out slightly before continuing. As he breaks through I feel my insides filling up, it’s a strange feeling, but it just drives me even crazier. I push back into him until I feel his balls pressing against me. He takes this as an invitation to start slowly pumping in and out, rubbing against my prostate each time.
He puts one hand on my hips, and the runs the other through my hair, grabbing a solid handful to pull me back by. He starts slowly picking up the pace, pulling me into him by my hips. The moans I’m letting out are neither subtle nor quiet, but neither of us care by this point. He grabs me by the throat and pulls me up, turning my head toward him so that he can explore my mouth again. I feel so completely enveloped by him, its like no part of me isn’t his. His hand moves to my breasts and begins teasing my nipples again, and now combined with his cock ramming into my prostate over and over again and his tongue engaged in a dance with mine I feel overloaded.
When he pulls his mouth away I manage to pull myself together enough to say “Harder please p-please please! Get me pregnant!” I feel a bit embarrassed, that line sounds porn-brained, but it feels right in the moment. Clearly Robin agrees because he pushes me down into the bed, my ass still sticking up for him, and begins ramming into me as hard as he can, his balls slapping against me with every thrust.
“You’re mine forever, you stupid slut.” He says, wrapping his arms around my neck and laying flush on top of me, pounding me into the mattress. “Whenever anyone sees us, they’re gonna know you take my cock.” I’m just completely screaming at this point, anyone who was asleep is certainly awake by now. “I can’t have everyone thinking I’m a faggot. You’re gonna be my princess everywhere we go, none of this hoodie shit.”
I feel my legs start uncontrollably shaking, and my mind wanders somewhere far away for a bit, a puddle of clear, watery cum forming under me.
“Do you want my cum?”
“Y-Yes!”
“Beg for it.”
“P-Please give me your cum!”
“A little more pathetic than that.”
“Please b-breed me!” It seems he finds that satisfactory, as pushes as deep into me as he can, his dick twitching as he fills me with his cum. He lets himself relax on top of me, both of us sweaty, breathless messes. He pulls out of me and I can feel his seed start dripping down my thigh. He gets up after a while, giving me a kiss on the head before putting his clothes on and walking out of the room. I hear some discussion out there, all but confirming my suspicion that all of our friends just heard me get railed. When Robin comes back he has a glass of water and some wipes in his hands. He sits me up in his lap and puts the glass to my lips. I didn’t realize just how thirsty I was until right now, and I drink the entire glass.
“You alright?”
“Yeah…” I sort of let out a sigh, completely exhausted. Robin takes the wipes and cleans me up, wiping off the mixture of lube and both of our cum that covers me. He pulls a blanket over the two of us and gives me a kiss on the head. I slowly drift asleep in the warmth of his arms.