whitesubhuman
BLOAT IS LAW
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"would fr0st fuck me if i was a femboy?" i wonder and ponder to myself as i slowly become one myself "maybe ill be a cuck for fr0st a little bottom" "ohh noo but im too tall" "what if fr0st doesnt want me" “what if he thinks I’m too tall to be his cute little bottom,” I whisper, staring at myself in the mirror. My oversized hoodie barely hides the slow but inevitable transformation. The thigh-high socks, the pastel aesthetic creeping into my wardrobe, the way my biceps still bulge slightly under the soft fabric—it’s a contradiction, but one I embrace. i flex experimentally, watching the way my toned arms contrast with the delicate choker I just put on. “Would he think it’s cute? or too mansculine for him to love me" The thought sends a shiver down my spine.
I clutch my chest dramatically. “What if Fr0st only likes smaller femboys? What if he looks at me and sees… a fraud? A poser? A failed femboy?” " i look at myself and ask, Why? But Fr0st… maybe he’d understand. Maybe he’d cradle my cheek with his calloused lifter’s hands, gaze deep into my soul, and whisper" "my good boy whitesubhuman "
my heart skips a beat.
i open my mouth to speak, but he’s faster. in one swift motion, fr0st grabs me by the waist, effortlessly lifting me off my feet. i gasp, my eyes wide in complete shock as he throws me back onto the bed. “w-wait, what are you—”
“shh,” he interrupts, gently holding me down as he climbs onto the bed beside me. i’m pinned beneath him, my face burning from the close proximity. “you’re a good boy, aren’t you?” fr0st says, running a hand through my hair, the words sending shivers down my spine.
i can barely process it. i’m literally melting as he gently pets my head, a soft, almost affectionate smile on his face. “good boy. i knew you could pull this off.” he whispers the words like they’re some kind of secret, something just between us.
i’m so confused, embarrassed, and flustered that i can barely even respond. i just nod, staring up at him in disbelief. “r-really? you think i’m… good?”
he chuckles softly, the sound sending an electric jolt through me. “of course, you’re a good boy? you look adorable.” he leans down, brushing a stray strand of hair from my face.
my heart is pounding, and i can’t stop the stupid grin from spreading across my face.
he just smiles down at me, continuing to pat my head like i’m some kind of oversized, floppy puppy. “i know, that’s the plan. now, let me take care of you for a bit, good puppy.”
the words hit me harder than i expected. i don’t even know what’s going on, but in that moment, i don’t care.
lmk if i cooked
I clutch my chest dramatically. “What if Fr0st only likes smaller femboys? What if he looks at me and sees… a fraud? A poser? A failed femboy?” " i look at myself and ask, Why? But Fr0st… maybe he’d understand. Maybe he’d cradle my cheek with his calloused lifter’s hands, gaze deep into my soul, and whisper" "my good boy whitesubhuman "
my heart skips a beat.
i open my mouth to speak, but he’s faster. in one swift motion, fr0st grabs me by the waist, effortlessly lifting me off my feet. i gasp, my eyes wide in complete shock as he throws me back onto the bed. “w-wait, what are you—”
“shh,” he interrupts, gently holding me down as he climbs onto the bed beside me. i’m pinned beneath him, my face burning from the close proximity. “you’re a good boy, aren’t you?” fr0st says, running a hand through my hair, the words sending shivers down my spine.
i can barely process it. i’m literally melting as he gently pets my head, a soft, almost affectionate smile on his face. “good boy. i knew you could pull this off.” he whispers the words like they’re some kind of secret, something just between us.
i’m so confused, embarrassed, and flustered that i can barely even respond. i just nod, staring up at him in disbelief. “r-really? you think i’m… good?”
he chuckles softly, the sound sending an electric jolt through me. “of course, you’re a good boy? you look adorable.” he leans down, brushing a stray strand of hair from my face.
my heart is pounding, and i can’t stop the stupid grin from spreading across my face.
he just smiles down at me, continuing to pat my head like i’m some kind of oversized, floppy puppy. “i know, that’s the plan. now, let me take care of you for a bit, good puppy.”
the words hit me harder than i expected. i don’t even know what’s going on, but in that moment, i don’t care.
lmk if i cooked
