Where’s that post about how if Jon’s a trans man Jonah should forcemasc him and if she’s a trans woman Jonah should forcefem her because they were so right. Jonah should crack their egg with a sledgehammer and it should be an extremely painful and wonderful process. Okay. This has nothing to do with my own relationship with my gender. What are you talking about
I am once again thinking about breeding kink with egg Jon. I am once again thinking about Jon having Feelings about jonahs descriptions of what she’ll look like round with his child. I think she should think about it for weeks both in a horny way and in a gender way. I think she should be like. Trying So hard to pretend it doesn’t mean anything obviously. I think she should think about it so hard unable to explain why the concept sticks with her so much. Do you get it yet.
Jon awoke slowly, sleep a heavy blanket pressed over him as he struggled to remove it. He didn’t know where he was, the last thing he remembered he had fallen asleep on his couch. He certainly wasn’t on it anymore, the cloth beneath him wasn’t scratchy but soft cradling him gently. He could feel cold air on his skin as well, which sent a mild rush of alarm through him, he had been clothed when he fell asleep he knew.
As sleep slowly receded he realized could hear someone speaking, a familiar voice, one that normally soothed him. Though the words were twisting winding into his brain, he could not grasp the meaning, but they seemed to smother any growing panic, this was normal natural, Jon was actually the once panicking over nothing clearly, he was always prone to paranoia. Jon frowned as he felt like something settled on his chest, nothing heavy, just an odd weight that wasn’t usually there, or was it, it was so hard to focus. He forced his eyes open slowly, the room he was in wasn’t very brightly lit, but it was enough to see by.
“Elias? What’s going on?” His voice sounded odd to his ears, higher than normal, or was that what it always sounded like? He turned his head to see Elias sitting beside him on now what he realized was a bed. His boss was holding what looked to be some sort of book though his eyes could not make out any title sliding off of it when he tried to focus. Was this normal? A few moments ago Jon was sure he hadn’t thought so, but, now he wasn’t so sure. He felt like his brain was twisting in circles when he tried to think of why this wasn’t right, so maybe it was and Jon was wrong?
“Just a little experiment Jon,” Elias spoke as though this wasn’t an odd situation at all, confident, and calm. Soothing Jon’s growing panic, though really that shouldn’t be the case some part of him knew, a quiet part that was twisted up and packed away in exchange for sinking into the comfort of his current reality. Elias set the book aside, before wrapping an arm around his shoulders as though this was natural, as though nothing was odd as he helped Jon sit up settling him into his lap. Elias gave him a sharp smile before directing his gaze to what Jon at first assumed was a rather risqué painting at the foot of the bed.
The girl in the painting had his coloring, the same eyes, the dark hair, which Elias had convinced him to grow much longer than his grandmother would have approved. Jon felt a bubble of jealousy, which turned to more confusion as the frown he felt on his face was mirrored by her. As final thought clicked into place, his realization that it wasn’t a painting, that it was, it was-.
“Such a pretty girl,” Jon’s slight panic was broken as Elias seemed to grow bored of him trying to make sense of what he was seeing. He tried to say something, anything, it had to be an illusion of some kind. Though it certainly felt real as Elias cupped his chest squeezing gently, the sensation was so much more and he couldn’t help the little gasps coming from his throat.
“It’s amazing what the mind is capable of conjuring when given a little incentive.” Elias inclined his head toward the book, lying partly open, enough for Jon to make out a bookplate, that at any other time might send Jon into a panic. Now though Jon could do nothing but ride out the feeling as Elias seemed content to play with his breasts as though trying to see what sounds he could have Jon make, his expression in the mirror hungry.
“I-I don’t understand what’s-“ he was cut off as Elias shifted behind him, hooking his ankles to spread his legs showing off another new alteration. Jon tried to close them, to hide, even though some part of him, the part that loved his long hair, and felt a little flutter when someone called him miss on accident, was staring at it in awe. Ignoring Jon’s internal struggle between euphoria and embarrassment Elias seemed intent on keeping his new cunt on full display despite Jon’s halfhearted attempt to close his legs.
“Look how cute you are, you make such a pretty girl.” Elias cupped his tits and Jon couldn’t keep his back from arching. Jon had never felt so less like himself, but also what he wanted to be, it was exhilarating, it was embarrassing, it was all so much. Mirroring those secret fantasies he tried to pretend he didn’t have. Elias seemed intent on exploring every bit of his new anatomy, one hand sliding from his reddened tits down to his slit. Jon keened as Elias pressed a finger inside clamping down instinctively, it felt so different than anything he had experienced.
“You’re dripping already,” Jon didn’t think he could get anymore embarrassed but Elias’s clearly soaked finger pressing against Jon’s lips until he tasted himself on it certainly tested that theory. Jon was also not prepared when Elias returned to fingering him, and Jon felt his already stretched sanity getting closer to snapping. He couldn’t think, it was just so much, so foreign to what he was used to, and Elias was unrelenting.
“I’ve wanted to see you like this for so long,” Elias still sounded far too calm, when he was currently driving Jon insane, “I tried being more subtle but you seem to have a particular talent for ignoring what you want.”
“I-I don’t?“ Jon started though even to their own ears the statement sounded more like a question. Focusing was getting hard, as something deep inside Jon felt like it was winding up. Elias laughed, and slid his fingers out of Jon, wiping his soaked fingers on Jon’s thigh as though as though it was an afterthought. Jon squirmed at the sudden lack of friction, sure coming on Elias’s fingers would have been embarrassing, but Jon needed to come, though the way Elias held him meant that no amount of struggling was helping.
“Come now Jon you can’t lie to me, look how much you want this. I know you, I know every little fantasy you’ve had. Now repeat after me and I’ll give you what you need, I’m a pretty girl,” Jon felt like he was on a precipice, he could say no, tell Elias that this was a mistake, that this wasn’t what he wanted, or she could give in, accept that part of herself that always felt something was wrong. Jon raised his eyes to look at the girl in the mirror once more, it was all she wanted, to be seen for who she was. Maybe it was whatever the book had done to her, but she felt like some part of her had cracked and trying to shove these feelings back might actually break her.
“I’m a pretty girl,” Jon started then yelped as Elias squeezed her clit, her hips bucking against him. His fingers slipped back inside, his palm rubbing at the sensitive bud, it was so much, she couldn’t think couldn’t breathe and then she was coming slick gushing between her legs, it was so embarrassing. She could see herself in the mirror, her tits bouncing as she rode out her orgasm, her expression one of ecstasy.
“There we go, such a good girl,” Elias’s voice was soft in her ear, her body felt wrung out, and her thoughts had finally quieted down as she floated in a gentle haze. It felt so nice, she let her eyes fall shut as Elias shifted her letting her lay back against the pillows.
“Hmm?” The small spark of alarm as she heard the click of a camera had her eyes fluttering open. He had spread her legs again, it probably looked obscene, but she could only protest weakly. All of which went ignored as the camera clicked away.
“Don’t worry, this is just for my personal records, evidence of what a good girl you can be.”
Intern 🥚 Jon dressing like Elias, trying to emulate his look, but it not looking right on him. Elias feeling flattered and seeing a way to take advantage of this getting clothes more fitted to him. He invites Jon to his house with a few choices and has Jon try them on in front of him modeling for him. Jon blushing as Elias praises him. Of course he has to get close, how else could he be sure it fits.
Elias having him try more risqué things as he slowly boils 🥚 Jon, getting him more feminine cuts. Teasing that they suit him so much better. Elias running his hands all over Jon under the very flimsy pretense of making sure it sits properly on his frame,
Elias forcefemming transfem egg Jon. I have no idea how someone would sneakily apply hormones but Elias should do it (maybe applying it in gel form while she sleeps?). Making her drink lots of water and then keeping her too long in a meeting until she wets herself and oh dear, looks like the only available clothes is a skirt someone left in the lost and found. Well, it’s very fetching, it suits you, maybe you should keep it. Jon’s confused when her chest starts to grow (why is it doing that? Is something wrong?) but afraid that if she goes to the doctor they’ll do something to reverse it (and why is she so afraid? Why did she feel so light and ecstatic when Elias said he thought her skirt looked beautiful on her? Why, when she first caught sight of herself in that dress in the mirror, did she stop and stare, drinking in the person she saw there, hit with that deep, odd longing that had haunted her her whole life?)
Goddd. Jon admitting to Elias her chest is growing Jon being needled into saying “Well if i go to the doctor, they might…reverse it.” Elias saying “you look healthy to me, if it makes you feel any better, Jon.” It doesn’t. What does is hearing him call them tits for the first time and woah. Okay. Okay why was that. A thing. She thinks about it for weeks. Everytime she sees herself in the mirror. Hfmfhhf. Look ok. She deserves to get forcefemmed. If you can’t crack your egg on your own you deserve a friend to crack it for you
🥚 Jon who’s chest isn’t huge but definitely bigger from what Elias has been slipping him. Having issues with his clothes because all of his professional wear that Elias helped him choose is too tight on his chest. Jon hiding the fact that he can’t fully button up his shirts with a coat. Only for the air conditioning in the archives to ‘break’ causing Jon to have to choose between heat stroke and everyone seeing how much his chest has grown.
Elias making a comment about Jon dressing a bit slutty for a professional setting. Offering to get Jon some more appropriate clothes for their current frame.
Of course the outfits he chooses only draw more attention to Jon’s chest.
Elias inviting 🥚 Jon to a fundraiser for three institute, of course he tells Jon he’ll provide something for him to wear. Jon getting a delivery the night of and it’s not the suit he’s expecting it’s a lovely dress. Jon staring at the outfit wondering if Elias meant to send this.
He is about to call before deciding to put the dress on, just because no other reason. It fits perfectly and makes his new breasts look even bigger with how his chest is now framed. Jon looking at himself in the mirror, imagining going to the party looking like this.
Elias arriving to pick him up before he’s stopped admiring himself in the mirror. Jon opening the door without thinking, before immediately blushing. Elias apologizing pretending he sent the wrong outfit, but it’s okay Jon looks lovely in this. Elias would hate for the two of them to miss the party, it’s very important after all for the institute.
Thinking about what it takes to finally crack 🥚 Jon in this au. Jon just being like, I enjoy having Elias call me a pretty girl, wearing skirts and dresses and I haven’t done anything about growing tits, but clearly that means nothing. Even Elias using a Leitner to give Jon a cunt for a little bit, and Jon subsequently stealing that book doesn’t crack that egg.
While at first Elias was enjoying that Jon was constantly confused and willing to go along with anything. Even he is just like how many layers of repression can someone hide under?
Btw in my head. In the au Jon does finally crack her egg. I love tormenting Jon and all but god she deserves SOME rest she can at least get bottom surgery amongst the horrors. Maybe a new wardrobe. Put her hair up in a ponytail. She deserves it
Thinking about jon asking elias if he can call her a good girl. Thinking about Jon realizing Things. Hesitantly participating a little more. Not admitting it out loud but. Thinking about Jon accepting it more. Thinks about jon gender euphoria. I love you jon jarchivist sims
- skiesandcandy
“You seem distracted,” Jon blinked his eyes darting back to Elias, who was now standing at the foot of the bed, when had he gotten so close? Jon supposed he was distracted staring at the dress hung up in Elias’s closet. The one that he claimed he had accidentally sent Jon for the fundraiser.
Jon was only half-surprised Elias had kept it. He couldn’t help shivering a bit thinking about how it had felt to wear it. With his hair styled, and a bit of makeup that Elias had done for him quite a few of the guests, and even some of his coworkers had mistaken him for a girl. He didn’t know why each time it had happened he felt a little heat in his chest.
Idly he played with the edge of the blanket glancing back at the dress his mind wandering again. When Elias had brought him home, he had called Jon pretty, and a good girl, and Jon didn’t know why but that had made that little heat in his chest blaze into something akin to joy.
Elias clicked his tongue and Jon jumped tearing his gaze away to look up at Elias.
“Sorry, I was just thinking,” Jon pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, maybe an experiment. It could mean nothing, maybe the party had just been fun and he was confusing that feeling. But then why had he blushed and giggled so much every time Elias called him a girl? He frowned, but what if Elias laughed at him? Sure he had called him pretty before but maybe that was just then?
“Jon,” Elias’s hand on his cheek snapped him out of his thoughts once more, his thumb rubbing against his bottom lip forcing him to release it from his teeth. Elias was so close, “What has you so distracted?”
“Can you call me a good girl again?” Jon was saying the words before he had thought to stop himself. They came out in a bit of a tumble, but understandable enough. Only now that Jon had started speaking he couldn’t seem to stop. He dropped his gaze to his lap, “It’s just at the party and after, I mean it felt really nice, and I wanted to see if it was because well. No this is stupid, I’m so-.”
He was cut off by Elias pressing him back with a hand pressed against his chest forcing him to lay back. Jon couldn’t meet Elias’s eyes scared he’d see something he didn’t want, maybe just disappointment, or worse pity. He was trembling as he could hear Elias climb over him, still looking anywhere but at his eyes.
“Oh Jon, did you like being my good pretty girl?” Jon couldn’t help glancing up at those words, his whole body shivering at those words. Instead of what he feared he only saw amusement and something like hunger in Elias’s expression as he shoved Jon’s shirt up. Exposing his disappointingly, to himself at least, though he wasn’t sure why he felt that way, flat chest.
Jon couldn’t help but whimper as Elias tugged on his nipples his face turning red. He did his best to ignore the feeling of himself getting hard, as Elias fondled him, unable to stop himself from panting.
“Look at my lovely girl she has such pretty tits,” Jon gasped his body trembling as the words made the warmth inside him flare almost coming in his pants. Jon blushed, usually he wasn’t that easy but something about this was different than usual. “A bit small but we can get them to grow I’m sure.”
Jon was pretty sure Elias was trying to kill him. He felt whatever the opposite of dissociated was, but also like he couldn’t think his brain hazy. He didn’t know whether he regretted this whole thing or hoped it never ended. That Elias called hi-her a pretty girl from now on. She yelped as she felt Elias’s free hand slide into her pants wrapping his hand around her.
“Your clits all hard isn’t it,” Elias’s words whispered in her ear along with the sudden stimulation had her coming, her hips bucking against him. She gripped his shoulders, ringing out her orgasm her face pressed into his chest. Elias laughed softly, peeling her pants off once she released him going limp, he smiled at her and Jon felt so warm. She started to push herself up but once more she was pinned back down.
“Greedy little slut aren’t you, such a good girl for me,” Jon went red squirming. She couldn’t make any coherent noises as Elias stretched her just enough so it wouldn’t hurt before sliding inside. She could only grit her teeth and hold on as Elias fucked her, each time he called her a pretty, or a good girl he couldn’t help but clench down. His hand wrapped back around her, she was so close it was all so much.
“Come for me that’s my pretty girl,” Jon whimpered and couldn’t stop from doing just that, feeling Elias fill her up as well before collapsing on top of her his body warm against her.
“Was that what you wanted lovely?” Elias shifted so Jon was now laying beside him held close. Jon hid her face against his chest but nodded ignoring the soft laugh. She braced herself waiting for the shame to rush over her. Only instead she just felt, warm and happy, and like herself for once. In a bit she’d have to get up, and probably go back to being a boy, but for now she was content to enjoy the warmth that settled inside her.
Thinking about jon asking elias if he can call her a good girl. Thinking about Jon realizing Things. Hesitantly participating a little more. Not admitting it out loud but. Thinking about Jon accepting it more. Thinks about jon gender euphoria. I love you jon jarchivist sims
“You seem distracted,” Jon blinked his eyes darting back to Elias, who was now standing at the foot of the bed, when had he gotten so close? Jon supposed he was distracted staring at the dress hung up in Elias’s closet. The one that he claimed he had accidentally sent Jon for the fundraiser.
Jon was only half-surprised Elias had kept it. He couldn’t help shivering a bit thinking about how it had felt to wear it. With his hair styled, and a bit of makeup that Elias had done for him quite a few of the guests, and even some of his coworkers had mistaken him for a girl. He didn’t know why each time it had happened he felt a little heat in his chest.
Idly he played with the edge of the blanket glancing back at the dress his mind wandering again. When Elias had brought him home, he had called Jon pretty, and a good girl, and Jon didn’t know why but that had made that little heat in his chest blaze into something akin to joy.
Elias clicked his tongue and Jon jumped tearing his gaze away to look up at Elias.
“Sorry, I was just thinking,” Jon pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, maybe an experiment. It could mean nothing, maybe the party had just been fun and he was confusing that feeling. But then why had he blushed and giggled so much every time Elias called him a girl? He frowned, but what if Elias laughed at him? Sure he had called him pretty before but maybe that was just then?
“Jon,” Elias’s hand on his cheek snapped him out of his thoughts once more, his thumb rubbing against his bottom lip forcing him to release it from his teeth. Elias was so close, “What has you so distracted?”
“Can you call me a good girl again?” Jon was saying the words before he had thought to stop himself. They came out in a bit of a tumble, but understandable enough. Only now that Jon had started speaking he couldn’t seem to stop. He dropped his gaze to his lap, “It’s just at the party and after, I mean it felt really nice, and I wanted to see if it was because well. No this is stupid, I’m so-.”
He was cut off by Elias pressing him back with a hand pressed against his chest forcing him to lay back. Jon couldn’t meet Elias’s eyes scared he’d see something he didn’t want, maybe just disappointment, or worse pity. He was trembling as he could hear Elias climb over him, still looking anywhere but at his eyes.
“Oh Jon, did you like being my good pretty girl?” Jon couldn’t help glancing up at those words, his whole body shivering at those words. Instead of what he feared he only saw amusement and something like hunger in Elias’s expression as he shoved Jon’s shirt up. Exposing his disappointingly, to himself at least, though he wasn’t sure why he felt that way, flat chest.
Jon couldn’t help but whimper as Elias tugged on his nipples his face turning red. He did his best to ignore the feeling of himself getting hard, as Elias fondled him, unable to stop himself from panting.
“Look at my lovely girl she has such pretty tits,” Jon gasped his body trembling as the words made the warmth inside him flare almost coming in his pants. Jon blushed, usually he wasn’t that easy but something about this was different than usual. “A bit small but we can get them to grow I’m sure.”
Jon was pretty sure Elias was trying to kill him. He felt whatever the opposite of dissociated was, but also like he couldn’t think his brain hazy. He didn’t know whether he regretted this whole thing or hoped it never ended. That Elias called hi-her a pretty girl from now on. She yelped as she felt Elias’s free hand slide into her pants wrapping his hand around her.
“Your clits all hard isn’t it,” Elias’s words whispered in her ear along with the sudden stimulation had her coming, her hips bucking against him. She gripped his shoulders, ringing out her orgasm her face pressed into his chest. Elias laughed softly, peeling her pants off once she released him going limp, he smiled at her and Jon felt so warm. She started to push herself up but once more she was pinned back down.
“Greedy little slut aren’t you, such a good girl for me,” Jon went red squirming. She couldn’t make any coherent noises as Elias stretched her just enough so it wouldn’t hurt before sliding inside. She could only grit her teeth and hold on as Elias fucked her, each time he called her a pretty, or a good girl he couldn’t help but clench down. His hand wrapped back around her, she was so close it was all so much.
“Come for me that’s my pretty girl,” Jon whimpered and couldn’t stop from doing just that, feeling Elias fill her up as well before collapsing on top of her his body warm against her.
“Was that what you wanted lovely?” Elias shifted so Jon was now laying beside him held close. Jon hid her face against his chest but nodded ignoring the soft laugh. She braced herself waiting for the shame to rush over her. Only instead she just felt, warm and happy, and like herself for once. In a bit she’d have to get up, and probably go back to being a boy, but for now she was content to enjoy the warmth that settled inside her.
Do you ever think about egg jon. Do you ever think about her buying her first bra because her chests growing too much not to, and just. Staring at herself in the mirror for a while. Taken aback by how right it looks. Do you ever think about her. I'm thinking about her. I just. Egg jon
- skiesandcandy
Jon really should call Elias, demand he take his little present back, Jon could purchase such things on their own. Just because their chest had…expanded quite a bit, didn’t mean Jon needed Elias buying a bra for their use. Although Jon supposed that they should be thankful it wasn’t some ribboned lace-covered mess. Just a simple black bra, the only ornamentation a tiny bow on the front.
The point is he had been planning to go, just…waiting for the right time, what with work being so busy and all. He had not been putting it off, terrified of what some poor retail employee would think, certainly not. Jon reached for their phone hand hovering over it in hesitation, the other still clutching the offending article.
Well maybe they should just try it on, if it fit then it saved Jon the trouble. If they still wanted to give it back to Elias they could always record the sizing and purchase their own. It would save having to take measurements and everything, a purely practical reason.
So for purely practical and no other reason, so they told themself, Jon fastened the thing around their chest. It fit rather well and Jon briefly wondered when Elias had taken the measurements when they caught site of themselves in the mirror.
It was the same as when she had seen the pretty girl in the mirror before. Standing there her upper half only covered by a bra. She didn’t often look in the mirror before, something just off, but now…
Again the bra wasn’t very decorative, rather discreet really, but it did lift her chest, and almost seemed to draw her eyes to it. She could feel herself blushing, and the girl in the mirror blushed too. Time passed, Jon wasn’t sure how much, as she watched herself in the mirror, she just looked right, in a way that before she hadn’t. Some part of her grumbled that this was just nonsense, but that part was unceremoniously shoved into the little box where she usually kept this feeling.
Absently she pulled her hair down out of its carefully done braid, letting the waves fall around her face. She almost pulled open the little drawer where she kept some basic makeup, but that might be going a bit too far for now. Focusing back on the mirror she couldn’t help but smile, she looked nice, maybe she should go get the single skirt she had from the other incident, or maybe she could-.
Her staring and planning was interrupted as the phone rang, and it was like a small bucket of cold water had been dumped on their head. Good lord they were being ridiculous, it was just a bra, something to keep their chest contained, no other connotations needed. They shoved any odd feelings back in the box, yanking their shirt on and pulling their hair back up. Lamenting internally that they would have to waste time braiding it again, ignoring any brief flashes of loss as the girl in the mirror returned to being themself, before answering the phone, it was Elias of course.
“Hello Jon, did you like your gift?”
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@skiesandcandy Apparently the answer is hell yeah I have thoughts.
