Male Pregnancy and submission

Male pregnancy or M-preg is confusing. We all know that biologically it can’t happen, but then Futanari and  Zombies are biologically impossible and you see how those capture our imaginations.

Let me go on the record right now and say that I in no way want to actually be pregnant. I have two lovely children and was there through both pregnancies and births and I am truly humbled by a woman’s ability to bring life into this world. However when one of the babies would move inside her all I could think of was that scene from the first Alien movie where the alien ‘baby’ bursts from the guy’s chest. (Sorry Honey.)

But let’s move past all that real science stuff into the realm of fantasy where this stuff actually finds a place on my excitement meter. While I don’t want to be pregnant I find wondering ‘what if a woman could make me pregnant?’ quite intriguing. Wether she did it through force or deception that submission is very exciting to me.

Take Anasheya’s drawing above. This futa is plainly stating her intentions. Intentions that I read to make a male pregnant, since I’m a male and she’s speaking to me. I suppose a woman could red it differently and that shows Anasheya’s genius in letting the reader think what they want.  Her erection certainly makes me think she has the ability to follow through with it.

What would come after her statement? Laughter and a ‘Yea, right.’? Maybe. It could just as easily be ‘give it your best shot babe.’ spoken in my confidence in her inability to follow through. In a world where her statement has been proven true on other men perhaps I would be begging her not to do that to me. No matter what the situation, the possibility that she could exert her will over me in that that way is intoxicating.

But what about a married couple? In that scenario I would also find the coercion to submit erotic. Take a wife who for whatever reason, is the breadwinner, can’t have kids, is just too fabulous or narcissistic, is coercing her husband to have her baby. I guess the Absolute Vodka advertisement is trying to say it’s as different a man getting pregnant. Of course you know where my mind went. ‘I’m far to beautiful to be ruined by pregnancy and oh honey it’s so easy, we just take these pills or shots and after a few role reversal romps I’ll have you knocked up. You’ll be fine and I’ll be with you through it all. Kisses.’

All these scenarios are erotic to me because of the submission. In my daily life I’m not a very submissive guy, but put me in a sexual situation and I’m putty in her hands. Forced submission is freeing. I can be the guy I want the world to see me as, but if that chick with a dick forces herself on me then I can’t be held accountable. At least that what my subconscious tells me.

One last cartoon. This one from the great NIP, Nobody in Particular. I love this and after reading this post I’m sure you don’t need me to break it down so just enjoy it.



Another caption

I pulled this photo of Fabiola Voguel off the web for…well, I think the reasons are obvious. All I added was the caption. Now that doesn’t mean that someone else didn’t do some work to the photo, but I did not. Heck, it’s almost too big to believe as it is! However when my stock in trade is fantasy dominant shemale stories how could I ever throw a stone. I hope you enjoy the pic and the caption.

Nobody in Particular NIP

There are some extremely talented artists out there drawing shemale/futa on male. I think most everyone knows how much I like Anasheya, but today I’d like to put a pitch in for nobody in particular. Uh…wait, that didn’t sound right. I mean I want to tell you about nobody in particular. Hehehe…before I push this into the realm of ‘Who’s on First?’ I’ll stop right there. I love a good sense of humor and NIP has it is in spades. ‘Nobody In Particular’ being the name of the artists would be great fun for me even if I didn’t like his work and thankfully that is not the case.

Check our the two comics in this post. These don’t begin to scratch the surface of his works, but they are two that I like and I thought I’d share them here. I enjoy NIP’s wry sense of humor and I think it really shows up in this first series.



Misunderstood Proposal

I love the role reversal and how NIP hides it till the last panel. I have my quirks just like everyone and certain situations speak to me more than others, but I can always count on NIP to shoot close to the mark.

Now take this next one. A chance meeting with a pretty futa who is more than open to allowing you to give her a little head? Again, just a great panel. I would encourage you to look up more of the artist’s work. NIP does way more than just futa on male stuff and you never know what you might find to trip your trigger out there.




White Christmas Moment


I'm sure it will only hurt a little at first...
I’m sure it will only hurt a little at first…

I watched the 1954 movie White Christmas on Christmas Eve. Now this is not the first time I’ve ever watched it, but it was the first time I tuned out the dialog and just watched the body language in the engagement scene. Suddenly I see it in an all new Dominant T-Girl light. In the movie these two are clumsily trying to entangle Bob and Betty, the other two characters played by Bing Crosby and Rosemary Clooney. Bing and Rosemary have just had a fight in the previous scene which leads to this one.

Search YouTube ‘White Christmas Engagement’ to watch the scene. Watch with the sound on first to get a feel for it, then I recommend watching with the sound muted. Above is a still from near the end of the scene for reference. But take a moment to really look at the still. Vera has a hand midway up Danny’s thigh, she’s leaning in, her eyes heavy lidded with a hopeful smile. Vera is obviously taking charge here and if you have my mind she’s trying to talk him into giving up the goods.

Now let’s add some of our own dialog to the scene which won’t match their lips moving, but what do you expect from a low budget operation like mine?

Danny: How do you figure that?

Vera: I’m not sure but daylight is starting to glimmer. Last night she couldn’t sleep, today she won’t eat. She’s in lust.

Well if that’s lust somebody goofed.

Oh, it’s lust alright. I’m sure she wants to stick her dick in him, but she putting up barriers.

But why?

She’s the mother hen and I’m the little chick. She won’t take a guy until I’m already balls deep in one. Married or engaged or something.

Well I guess that’s the end of that.

Unless I find a guy who will let me fuck him and get engaged to him real fast.

Even if it wasn’t a crazy idea where are you going to find a guy up here in the wilderness? There’s nobody around.

I don’t know…

There’s no one around here. Be realistic, who are you going to find up here to stick your dick in?

Well, I suppose it ought to be someone that I know.

That always helps.

And it ought to be a man…

That’s an absolute must.

It should be a mature man, with a nice tight ass that’s also deep…

Mature, tight, deep…

Witty, charming, deep throats with ease and swallows…

Witty, charming, deep throat, oh sure. Where’re you going to find such a super man?

Don’t be so modest.

Honey, fellas like that don’t….me?

Well you’re not exactly superman, but you’re awfully available.

Now Judy don’t get any ideas. I’m not ready for that yet! I’m not the ass fucking kind!

Oh, now once I’m slipping into you I’m sure I can change your mind.

I’m not the slipping into kind!

Well what kind are you?

I’m the I don’t mind getting my best friend fucked in the ass, but I’m terrified to do it myself kind.

How terrible could it be for a few days? My big girl cock sliding in and out of your tight butt. You sucking me back stage and us getting caught to sell it to everyone. You do like me don’t you?

Uh…ssure I do.

I mean I’m not exactly repulsive.

Course not.

And you do find me to be sexy, horny the kind of girl that could fuck you into the bed…

I do, but I feel the same way about my aunt Matilda!

Oh. Well, let’s just skip it. I was only thinking of Betty getting to fuck Bob.

Betty fucking Bob. Yea. Look, it would only be temporary?

Well of course. You don’t think I’m the kind of girl who goes around using her sister as an excuse to fuck guys in the ass do you?!

Of course not. Nobody thinks that. Now let me figure this out. You’d only be fucking my ass for two or three weeks at the worst…at the most I mean.

Well of course.

And we wouldn’t have to announce our…um…engagement until absolutely necessary.

Absolutely necessary.

Well ok. It’s a deal.

But don’t you think I should get started right now. I mean I am all hard and ready.

Nnnnot until absolutely necessary.

Oh, I think it’s absolutely necessary.


I hope you have fun with this little scene high – jacking. I know I did.

Feeling stressed?

I saw this gif online somewhere and had to share it here. I have no idea who this is, but I love her smile and the way she bites her bottom lip as she gives that hard cock of hers a little twang. Suddenly this caption popped into my head:

Feeling stressed? I’ve got something to take your mind off of it!

Now that would be some awesome stress relief!

I Love Captions

Holy crap. It’s already been over a month since the last post? I don’t think that’s considered blogging. I guess it sucks to be a writer or a blogger and be a man of few words. Anyway….today I wanted to tell the world that I love Captions. Maybe not all of them, but a lot of them. Take this one for instance.


I love this caption
I love this caption


So many great things to read into those few words attached to that great picture. I would love to give some great ‘pat on the back’ feedback to whoever did that one. Just awesome. Lets break it down in case you’ve haven’t thought about this caption. “Just keep breathing…” So she’s big enough that he’s struggling to take her. “sweetheart” implies they’re close. Dating? Married? Maybe she just grew the penis. “Only one more inch to go” She plans on going all the way in. This is the kind of dynamic that gets my motor roaring!

Lately, I’ve been so interested in captions or captures that I wanted to try my hand at some. The one below is the first one I’ve ever done. The picture stole my imagination first. After all there stands a beautiful woman in a sexy black dress and look what has popped out for a look around. I’d love to have a quickie with her while everyone else is busy at the party. Maybe I knew what she had before I asked for the quckie, and maybe not. Either way, this tryst is about to get really interesting.


I am too!!
I am too!!


I hope you like my first attempt at a caption. I want to do some more and have some pictures saved back to work with. Feel free to share a picture with me if you’d like for me to caption it. After all, I’m always open for suggestions.

The Post Election World

Now before you get your panties in a bind this is NOT a political post. This blog is not about that stuff. But let’s put my favorite spin on it…what if the president elect was a dominant T-Girl? A mature  woman with that something extra that wanted to change the face and sexuality of the nation? She would surround herself with a cabinet of like minded and endowed women and a few pet men.

Soon special rights are bestowed upon the other dominant T-Girls and those that were on the dominant fence would seek to take advantage of these special rights and embrace their dominant side. Men that embrace their submissiveness would get advantages in job searches and any other area where they would be interacting with these dominant T-Girls.

Maybe this world would be easier to explain away if it were a Futa Commander and Chief. Some people write about how a Futa can bind a man to her by having him swallow her cum. This is an interesting world to me and brings up lots of submissive scenes to write about. Though I’d feel a little like a trespasser in this world I have considered writing there.

Perhaps my Commander and Chief should be a woman in her early 40s honestly elected by her country. When several months into her term of office something or someone causes a nation wide genital switch. She grows a penis and her male vice president suddenly has a vagina. Of course a change like that would bring on a new sexual revolution. Where would this brave new world go from here? Oh there are as many choices as there are cum shots from our newly born T-Girl pres. I might have to explore this delicious world further…after I wrap up my current book of course.

My Nympho T-Girl teaser

I LOVE Anasheya's work!
I LOVE Anasheya’s work!

In no way will this post meet all of the little things I’m supposed to do for a great post. I’m posting Anasheya’s preliminary cover art for my next book and an unedited excerpt from it. I hope you enjoy this little tease.

I knocked on the door and again got the call from inside. Evidently she didn’t feel a need to be sure it was me at the door. I went in and called out,


“In the den!” A strained voice came from deeper within. I walked toward the den. On the way through the kitchen I saw carry out bags from Romano’s, the little Italian place on the corner a couple of blocks away. The food smelled wonderful and my stomach grumbled in hopes that it could over rule my other needs. No way was that happening. I entered the den and found Rachel lying on the leather sofa. Hand pumping furiously in her lap. Red faced she looked up at me and said,

“Thank God! Come over here and take over for me.” She had changed out of her work clothes and was wearing an open necked gray tee shirt that let one very sexy shoulder hang out. There were some shorts or something on the floor, but I was more interested in the fact that I couldn’t see a bra strap. She sat up and I sat down on her right so I could reach across her and use my right hand. Her cock was hard and shiny from the liberal amount of lubrication she had applied. I wrapped my hand around her straining member and if felt like I was gripping a thick hunk of steel encased in soft hot skin. “MMMMMMMMM…that feels wonderful! It always feels so much better when someone else does it.” She hooked her right leg over my left knee and scooted her butt closer to the edge. My thumb and forefinger barely met around her, but my bigger hand was doing a better job of getting around her girth than her petite one. I gripped her at the base and a couple of inches or so protruded from my hand. I stroked up and let my fingers follow the contour in around the smaller head of her penis. My hand was lubed pretty good, but not as slippery as hers had been so there was more friction. “That feels incredible! I always use too much oil. It feels so good, but makes it hard to get enough friction sometimes.” She pushed her head back into the soft cushion on the sofa as she watched my hand hungrily. “Guys always do this better than girls. It’s familiarity with the equipment I suppose.” She quipped as my hand went up over her head and back down along the shaft in steady strokes. I kept the pressure on, but not too much. I wanted to make it last for her. She squirmed, panting and groaning under my ministrations, lost in a cloud of euphoric lust. She licked her lips and would occasionally speak little words of encouragement. “Oh yea…that’s it…yea, just like that…maybe a little tighter…c’mon don’t tease me…I’m going to cum soon…your hand feels so damn good!” I’m caught up in her. Mesmerized by her. Her voice, her body, her aura of power and her cock. I could see her nipples showing through the tee shirt so I reached up to take the nearest one between my fingertips and roll it inside the cloth. I pulled it out toward me and also pull a moan of intense pleasure from Rachel. I got another grip and squeezed the whole breast, feeling the nipple poke into the palm of my hand, the breast is soft and as realistic as any I’ve ever felt. A woman’s breast. Her hips thrust up to meet my down stroke and she is panting with desire. I think she’s going to explode all over the place any second when she says.

“Get those pants off. I want to come inside of you. No more waiting.” She pawed at my belt, but was so horny that she was almost delirious and couldn’t get it apart. I released her nipple and prick to remove my pants. “No! Don’t let go!”

“I have to if I’m going to get my pants off!”

“I know, I know! Just hurry up!” I got my belt and pants undone and before I could get up she popped up off the couch and grabbed my pants and yanked. After a couple of tires I was almost off on the floor when she got them off me and threw them behind her without a glance. Rachel grabbed my legs and flipped me onto my belly before she pounced on me. I got glimpses of her cock bobbing around as she got into position over my ass. She grabbed a cheek in each hand and spread them apart for easy access. Aiming with her hips she lined up the tip and pushed it against my hole. It didn’t exactly slide right in though. A frustrated ‘Uh’ escaped Rachel as she worked and pushed. She was whimpering as she tried to hold off her orgasm till she could be inside me, but it didn’t work. With the tip pressed against my sphincter she exploded. Some shot into me and I felt some land on my back and ass cheeks. Rachel grunted and groaned as she came. When she was finished she said,

“Well that didn’t exactly work out how I planned it, but any orgasm beats no orgasm. Markus, if we’re going to be dating you’re going to have to learn to accommodate me without so much work.” Her prick was still hard and ready so she pushed harder and I groaned in pain and I tried to scoot away from her. She kept the pressure up by following me until I was trapped in the corner of the couch by the arm rest. She scrabbled for purchase with her legs and pushed harder. I was gritting my teeth when the extra lubrication of her cum finally allowed her to force me open far enough to accept her. Her hips thumped into my butt cheeks to make a slapping noise. Without hesitation she started to hump me in total abandon. Even though she had just cum she was still terribly horny and in that position we looked just like a couple of dogs the way she was going at me. It took a little while, but she eventually made several hard hunches, hips coming forward, her chin digging into the top of my shoulder as she exploded and dumped all of this load inside me. There were a couple more, involuntary jerks as she expelled the last squirts from her hard cock. She stayed inside me, breathing hard and I could feel her heart beating against her ribs. Once again I hadn’t come and I was still horny so I clamped down on her with my sphincter. That got a response.

“Mmmmm…that’s it baby. Milk me. Keep me hard. I can go again. Not only can I go again, but I want to. This time I’ll make sure you join me.”

I was up on my knees when she reached around behind her and grabbed my aching member. She started to roll her hips instead of thrusting. It was more of a grinding motion as she gripped and stroked my prick. Her hand was still slippery from her working her own cock earlier and with each stoke she made my guts churn with her cock. I was delirious and within minutes she pushed me over the top. I cried out into the corner of the couch as she milked an incredible orgasm out of my body and onto the leather cushion.

“OH Rachel! OH Hell! Shiiiit….Fuuuuck! UGH, Uuuuuugh!!!” 

“You liked that, didn’t you. My hard cock balls deep in your ass while I milk your little boy dick. You loved it. Just wait till I do it when you can watch me. When you get to look in my eyes and know that I own your orgasms and when I give one out it is going to be worth the wait. You see, I’ve found that a man who is horny is much more willing to do what I want. Because of this I’m going to control your orgasms. I will guarantee that when you have one it will be toe curling intense. Can you do it? Can you give me control?” I turned my head to talk over my shoulder,

“Well…I don’t know. I mean…I like to orgasm when I’m horny and all.” She pulled my face around farther and kissed me as she worked her hips causing her still stiff rod to rotate inside me. It hurt a little and felt wonderful all at the same time. I gasped and my sphincter clamped down on her again.

“That’s it. You like me inside you. You want to be my boyfriend. Don’t you?”  I whispered,


“So you’re going to let me have control of your orgasms. Right?” I was lost in her. Impaled on her thick womanhood I would have agreed to anything. Again I answered,


“Good. Now I know you just came and your hormones have dropped off so this is not going to be as much fun for you, but I’m going to have one more orgasm.”

With that statement she started to fuck me. And that was exactly what it was. A fuck. It was all about her getting off and I was just a living, breathing hole to cum in. It took her awhile and the whole time I was feeling used. She grunted and groaned and finally pumped her third orgasm into my ass. She didn’t linger at all after she was finished. Rachel simply got up off of me and with a slap on the ass said,

“Thanks Markus. This has been the best day I’ve had in quite a while. Bathroom’s down the hall. I expect you might need to use it. If you have time you’re welcome to get a shower if you want. When do you need to be at work?”

Work! Oh hell! I’d forgot all about that! I looked at the wall clock and groaned.

“Son-of-a-bitch! Ten minutes ago!” I leapt up off of the couch and started to throw on my clothes as quick as possible. Rachel said,

“I’ll go get you some food take with you.”

She left the room and as I was buckling my belt I could feel a little of her cum leaking out of my ass. Great. I pulled out my phone and there was the text asking where in the hell I was. I shot back that I was having car problems and was on my way. Stuffed it back in my pocket and headed out. As I went through the kitchen a smiling Rachel handed me a brown paper bag.

“I’m really sorry I made you late for work, but this has truly been one of the best days I’ve had in ages!” She leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. “Could you be here by 8 in the morning?”

“Sure, I guess. Why?”

“I’m a horny girl Markus. Why do you think?” It only took a second.

“Oh. Oh, sure. I’ll be here.”

“Good. I’m counting on it.” Rachel pushed a key into the palm of my hand. “See you then.”

With that she gave me a swat on my cum greased ass and sent me out the door. It was going to be a long night at work.

T-girl in my doorway

Not the 'T-girl' in my doorway, but a fun substitute!
Not the ‘T-girl’ in my doorway, but a fun substitute!

My Walter Mitty T-girl moments come over me in different ways. Sometimes I’m looking at the woman in the crowd and rolling a ‘what if’ scenario through my head. ‘What if’ she had a penis? How would she act? How would she look while having an orgasm?  What would it be like to have her want me? Then I have the kind of moment that hit yesterday.

I was on the phone in my office with the door open as usual when the new girl from another division stepped into the doorway. She needed me to sign off on some paperwork that my boss usually takes care of, but with my boss out it fell to me. She was wearing a brightly colored floral print dress that stopped several inches from her knees and flats. Regular business stuff, nothing sexy. When I made eye contact with her she gave me the biggest smile and showed me the paperwork. That smile lit up my office and her face.

She is a pretty girl, short with brown hair and brown eyes and the smooth white skin of youth. On a normal day she barely speaks to me so that smile carried with it a friendly intimacy that I’d not know with her before. Suddenly I had a lighting bolt image of her laying the papers on my desk and closing the door. This ‘T-girl’ hiked her skirt where I saw plain white panties pushed down and her cock pulled out. My new ‘T-girl’ unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my pants, pulled them down out of the way all while I’m still on the phone. She pushed my legs up to my chest and leaned up over me and forced my chair to recline. She buried her cock in me and proceeded to have me.

That vision was intense and real enough to make me blush a little as she looked at me and as quickly as it hit it was gone. I signed the papers while I was still on the phone and never even talked with her, but that vision is burned into my mind.



The Mighty T-Girl Bulge

I love a nice T-Girl bulge. Small ones, big ones, doesn’t matter much to me. It’s more of the context of the situation. I think an actual T-Girl bulge is rare for the obvious reason, she’s trying to look like a girl. And I can fully understand that and support it. However, for the purposes of my fantasies at least, I think there are situations where a T-Girl bulge is hugely erotic.

Honey, let's go dancing!
Honey, let’s go out dancing tonight!

I believe that it shows potential to the world for where an evening could go and if she shoots you the right look it could also show some delicious  intent. Now living in the sleepy Midwest I have yet to see a T-girl bulge out anywhere. Pretty sure that it’s never going to happen here, L.A. maybe, Midwest, nope, but this pictures work for me.

I love the images like this first one. She is dressed for the public and in my mind she wants to let the world know what the lucky guy she’s with is going to get tonight. Her T-girl bulge!

These next pictures could be photo shopped/faked but since I’m in the

I just love being near the ocean with you!
I just get so excited being near the ocean with you!

business of selling fantasies so who am I to judge? Besides, they are both believable and great shots.  Can you imagine strolling along the bay with this lovely woman? She is holding your hand and sneaking you kisses as you stroll along the waterfront.  The other couples passing you see her bulge and smile knowingly. She whispers all warm and breathy in your ear, “I love how it turns you on for me to show my bulge in public.”



Uh...something's come up and I think we need to go home! Yes, now!
Uh…something’s come up and I think we need to go home! Yes, now!

This woman is sporting a little something extra in her shorts. You two are visiting with the neighbors when the way you lick your lips has an interesting effect on your girlfriend’s T-girl bulge. Her sudden desire to enjoy your talented mouth causes her to announce to the table. “Come on Honey. We need to go home. I have something I need you to do for me.” When she stands up her need is obvious to everyone at the table as she takes your hand and pulls you home.

These are just my idle T-girl bulge fantasies. I’m sure you have some of your own. If you want you can share yours in a comment if you like.