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![File: img_(2).png (60 KB, 247x351) Throat-Singing Boymoder 03/05/23(Sun)10:25:34 No.29910333 [Reply] ► >boymoding in the mongolian empire >practicing my throat-singing skills to serve the Khan and get paid a lot of tugriks to pay for my feminizing potions >finally, my turn comes >I come to the centre of the stage >Khan is hiring new throat-singers because the previous Khan killed them all off >Khan makes a throat-singing contest >sell family heirloom trophy sword to get enough tugriks to pay the contest registration fee, plan to buy it back after winning or my dad will kill me >all the other contenders are balding old ugly monks >mfw I'm the only young person there >the Khan is looking at me from the second floor, sitting at his throne >sit down on a cushion and prepare my galshar >they sing really good though, perfect khoomei >start to get worried I just lost the family heirloom and will not be able to get enough money for feminizing potions to stop masculinizing >my turn comes next >start to play it >it's not really that hard considering it's just two strings >start singing what I practiced >"SUMBAYARUMJONGEKHONGESARAMBOKUHIBLIRIYESUVARAJYEWAJYEDORZOSUVALESESA >unpack my galshar >take a big sip from my leather bottle of koumiss to get that perfect golden vibration VALESEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYOYOOOYOYOOYOOY000000000" >finish singing >>after the contest ends the servant tells me to go to the Khan's quarters >think that I made it >go to his quarters >god they're so f------ shiny and golden >Khan is sitting on his other throne >stands up when he sees me enter the room >kneel before him >"Stand up, anon" >my natural thin fagvoice which is somehow also capable of throat-singing comes out of my mouth "y-yes sir" >f--- f--- f--- he's so much hotter up close >he's enormous, he must be at least 7 gishgam >he f------ towers my 5 gishgam self >"So, anon. You did well on that contest. Not to mention, you're the youngest of our contenders." >he looks down at me >"And I want to offer you a position" >finally finally it's happening >"As my concubine. >mfw Cont Throat-Singing Boymoder 03/05/23(Sun)11:55:12 No.29911344 ► >>29911495>>29912630 file: Picsart_23-03-05 11-23-32-946.png (1.53 MB, 3464x2309) B-be your concubine? But I'm a boy! >"A-as your concubine? B-but I'm a boy!" >"Oh don't be silly, anon. I know all about why you wanted to win this contest." >fucheknows >"Does a boy sell his family heirloom to register on a throat-singing contest to afford buying feminizing potions?" he looks me in the eyes >"Does a boy speak with such a thin voice despite being capable of grabbing the lowest notes of the kargyraa style?" he looks at my lips >"Does a boy have such a petite 5 gishgam tall body?" he glances at my lower half >"1-i-i'm a boyl I have a shodoi between my legs!" >"No, anon. I don't like boys. I'm not an ijil khuisten. But I like you. And I am chigeeree, therefore you must be a girl." >F--- I can't argue with that logic >"So, anon. Or rather, anonette. Do you accept my offer?" >"You will be provided with enough tugriks to make you and your family live as lords, the highest comforts fit for a beautiful concubine such as yourself, you will be respected by the empire's subjects, and in return you'll just have to... accompany me at night. >l blush and images of him having his way with me, unable to resist in any meaningful way flash through my mind >"Of course, you don't have to answer me right now. For now, I will provide you with luxurious quarters for you to think my offer over." >"You're free to go, anonette." >Still stunned and unable to speak I walk out of there and the servant leads me to my quarters >Lie down on the most comfortable bed I've ever lied on in my entire life >Look down >My little shodoi is rock hard >Hardest I've ever been >Pull my pants off and bite my tsamts with my mouth to not get it dirty >Start stroking my shodoi >Imagine the Khan's big hands grabbing me >Shodoi starts leaking pre-koum >Imagine sucking his giant Mongolian warlord shodoi while he puts his enormous hand on my head and guides me with it >F--- f--- f--- >C-- on my flat tummy harder than I ever did in my life, koumiss-like substance flies everywhere >Clean up and think about my response to the Khan Cont? Throat-Singing Boymoder 03/05/23(Sun)23:26:55 No.29928766 >Next morning wake up in clean sheets and a comfy bed surrounded by luxurious pillows >Blush remembering what happened yesterday >Lie on the bed for a couple more minutes before standing up >Think to myself "damn I must've just dosed off yesterday, didn't even have a proper look at this place" >Look around, god this place is big >Look out the window >Damn that's a nice garden >Wait what >This place has a f------ mirror?? >Holy hell this thing costs more than my life >Look at my reflection >Damn I have a nice ass >Damn I have a pretty face >"I can see why Khan considers me a woman now..." >Looks like buying those shady feminizing potions from that traveling merchant was a good decision... >Look at the big chest in front of my canopy Khan-size bed >OwO_whats_this.jpg >Jump off the bed like a cat >Check inside >It's concubine clothes >Blush and close it >My bag is right next to it >Look inside >Everything seems to be in place except for my spare clothes >Suddenly a servant barges into my room >"Breakfast is ready, ma'am" the servant says >"W-where did you put my clothes?" I say as I try to hide my fluster from being called ma'am >"The Khan took liberty to relieve you of your dirty boyish clothes. You can find your new clothes in that chest by your bed." >what >"You will be provided with whatever you may require for your comfort. For now, I will take my leave. Come down whenever you're ready." >The servant then leaves as I stand there astounded by what he said Throat-Singing Boymoder06/02/23(Fri)19:41:03 No.31250185 ► >>31250393 File: img_(4).png (362 KB, 711x1554) >Wake up next morning on a luxurious baldachin bed >Stretch and let out a moan >"God it feels like it's been 3 months since I last woke up" i say in my thin fagvoice that is also capable of taking the lowest notes of kargyraa >Look down shodoi >Notice that nothing is covering my horsepiss-induced t------, nor my >Remember yesterday and blush >"F--- I need some clothes" >Look for my stuff >Nowhere to be found >shitshitshit >Open the bedroom chest >Only girl clothes inside >fuckshitfuck >"l-i guess I don't have a choice, do 1?" >fuckhowdoiputiton come >A servant goes inside without warning and says "good morning ma'am, I to help you prepare for your meal with the Khan." >She stops in the middle of her line and looks at me being clearly stuck inside the buryat dress >smug_smirk.jpeg >"Allow me to help, ma'am" >She effortlessly puts the dress on me and starts working on my make-up >I look at myself in the bedroom mirror(which is extremely f------ expensive and rare) >I look exactly like >I look like a woman >Feel extremely happy >A certain Chinese philosopher Rai Blan Kard would probably have something to say about my emotions right now >Servant leaves me to my thoughts >Look in the mirror >Look in the mirror again >Start crying from happiness >"I'm gonna make it, I'm gonna make it." >I have decided. >I will agree to the Khan's offer. Cont. Throat-Singing Boymoder | 06/02/23(Fri)20:50:50 No.31250872 ► File: End.png (539 KB, 1920x1080) >ffw dining with Khan >"How do >"h-huh? oh, I >We both shodoi Ffw next a girl leaks I don't like boys, but I like you. Therefore you must be a girl. you like living in the palace?" asks the Khan year the best in a fagvoice you won't be needing the >"Oh, don't worry, those boy clothes either way, you are my woman after all." says Khan before laughing in a deep voice >"b-but I haven't even agreed yet!!" i mutter >"Sure, sure. So, why don't you play some Morin Khuur and throat-sing for me?" >"o-okay..." >the servants bring us an expensive decorated Morin Khuur and I take a sip of koumiss >After went smoothly >Mfw >Mfw >Mfw End. love it, but me >"MMMMMBADAIDEYOOOYADUYADAIDEYOOOO" >While I throat sing he puts his giant hand on my head and starts f------ petting >Immediately blush and get horny but still finish the song >"So, your time is up. What's your answer, Anonette?" the Khan asks, before caressing my cheek >"l-i agree. >"I haven't heard you, say it loud and clear." being your concubine!" >"Good girl." >The Khan starts making out with me >fuckfuckfuckaaaaaafiksdjfl >Brain fuckingshutsoff >"I agree to >We make all sorts >The Khan f------ bed chamber >He f------ tears massaging >Starts >mmmmghf -GOOD GIRL >He's destroying >I love every >"s-so this is how being moans of pleasure reach my moment of lewd noises picks >fffuck >He starts to lube up my khulan with his finger >ohgod >hesgonnadoit >Inserts his shodoi in my khulan >AAAAaaaaAAA and gentle and gets >Starts off slow >ajsdlakJSLDd I couldn't find my clothes and my other stuff" I respond my dress of me and groping my inner thighs the tiny sprouts me up and, while continuing to kiss me, takes me to his big feminized of off climax it a woman feels and he of koum potion-makers of rougher and rougher with each thrust khulan his giant shodoi I buyed back the heirloom I now live I made it. with koums like?" i think to myself while letting out deep inside my khulan, while my Mongolia synthesized estradiol my transition sword that I sold to join the contest happily as a concubine in a harem of the Khan](https://i.kym-cdn.com/photos/images/masonry/002/600/155/99c.png)
![File: img_(2).png (60 KB, 247x351) Throat-Singing Boymoder 03/05/23(Sun)10:25:34 No.29910333 [Reply] ► >boymoding in the mongolian empire >practicing my throat-singing skills to serve the Khan and get paid a lot of tugriks to pay for my feminizing potions >finally, my turn comes >I come to the centre of the stage >Khan is hiring new throat-singers because the previous Khan killed them all off >Khan makes a throat-singing contest >sell family heirloom trophy sword to get enough tugriks to pay the contest registration fee, plan to buy it back after winning or my dad will kill me >all the other contenders are balding old ugly monks >mfw I'm the only young person there >the Khan is looking at me from the second floor, sitting at his throne >sit down on a cushion and prepare my galshar >they sing really good though, perfect khoomei >start to get worried I just lost the family heirloom and will not be able to get enough money for feminizing potions to stop masculinizing >my turn comes next >start to play it >it's not really that hard considering it's just two strings >start singing what I practiced >"SUMBAYARUMJONGEKHONGESARAMBOKUHIBLIRIYESUVARAJYEWAJYEDORZOSUVALESESA >unpack my galshar >take a big sip from my leather bottle of koumiss to get that perfect golden vibration VALESEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYOYOOOYOYOOYOOY000000000" >finish singing >>after the contest ends the servant tells me to go to the Khan's quarters >think that I made it >go to his quarters >god they're so f------ shiny and golden >Khan is sitting on his other throne >stands up when he sees me enter the room >kneel before him >"Stand up, anon" >my natural thin fagvoice which is somehow also capable of throat-singing comes out of my mouth "y-yes sir" >f--- f--- f--- he's so much hotter up close >he's enormous, he must be at least 7 gishgam >he f------ towers my 5 gishgam self >"So, anon. You did well on that contest. Not to mention, you're the youngest of our contenders." >he looks down at me >"And I want to offer you a position" >finally finally it's happening >"As my concubine. >mfw Cont Throat-Singing Boymoder 03/05/23(Sun)11:55:12 No.29911344 ► >>29911495>>29912630 file: Picsart_23-03-05 11-23-32-946.png (1.53 MB, 3464x2309) B-be your concubine? But I'm a boy! >"A-as your concubine? B-but I'm a boy!" >"Oh don't be silly, anon. I know all about why you wanted to win this contest." >fucheknows >"Does a boy sell his family heirloom to register on a throat-singing contest to afford buying feminizing potions?" he looks me in the eyes >"Does a boy speak with such a thin voice despite being capable of grabbing the lowest notes of the kargyraa style?" he looks at my lips >"Does a boy have such a petite 5 gishgam tall body?" he glances at my lower half >"1-i-i'm a boyl I have a shodoi between my legs!" >"No, anon. I don't like boys. I'm not an ijil khuisten. But I like you. And I am chigeeree, therefore you must be a girl." >F--- I can't argue with that logic >"So, anon. Or rather, anonette. Do you accept my offer?" >"You will be provided with enough tugriks to make you and your family live as lords, the highest comforts fit for a beautiful concubine such as yourself, you will be respected by the empire's subjects, and in return you'll just have to... accompany me at night. >l blush and images of him having his way with me, unable to resist in any meaningful way flash through my mind >"Of course, you don't have to answer me right now. For now, I will provide you with luxurious quarters for you to think my offer over." >"You're free to go, anonette." >Still stunned and unable to speak I walk out of there and the servant leads me to my quarters >Lie down on the most comfortable bed I've ever lied on in my entire life >Look down >My little shodoi is rock hard >Hardest I've ever been >Pull my pants off and bite my tsamts with my mouth to not get it dirty >Start stroking my shodoi >Imagine the Khan's big hands grabbing me >Shodoi starts leaking pre-koum >Imagine sucking his giant Mongolian warlord shodoi while he puts his enormous hand on my head and guides me with it >F--- f--- f--- >C-- on my flat tummy harder than I ever did in my life, koumiss-like substance flies everywhere >Clean up and think about my response to the Khan Cont? Throat-Singing Boymoder 03/05/23(Sun)23:26:55 No.29928766 >Next morning wake up in clean sheets and a comfy bed surrounded by luxurious pillows >Blush remembering what happened yesterday >Lie on the bed for a couple more minutes before standing up >Think to myself "damn I must've just dosed off yesterday, didn't even have a proper look at this place" >Look around, god this place is big >Look out the window >Damn that's a nice garden >Wait what >This place has a f------ mirror?? >Holy hell this thing costs more than my life >Look at my reflection >Damn I have a nice ass >Damn I have a pretty face >"I can see why Khan considers me a woman now..." >Looks like buying those shady feminizing potions from that traveling merchant was a good decision... >Look at the big chest in front of my canopy Khan-size bed >OwO_whats_this.jpg >Jump off the bed like a cat >Check inside >It's concubine clothes >Blush and close it >My bag is right next to it >Look inside >Everything seems to be in place except for my spare clothes >Suddenly a servant barges into my room >"Breakfast is ready, ma'am" the servant says >"W-where did you put my clothes?" I say as I try to hide my fluster from being called ma'am >"The Khan took liberty to relieve you of your dirty boyish clothes. You can find your new clothes in that chest by your bed." >what >"You will be provided with whatever you may require for your comfort. For now, I will take my leave. Come down whenever you're ready." >The servant then leaves as I stand there astounded by what he said Throat-Singing Boymoder06/02/23(Fri)19:41:03 No.31250185 ► >>31250393 File: img_(4).png (362 KB, 711x1554) >Wake up next morning on a luxurious baldachin bed >Stretch and let out a moan >"God it feels like it's been 3 months since I last woke up" i say in my thin fagvoice that is also capable of taking the lowest notes of kargyraa >Look down shodoi >Notice that nothing is covering my horsepiss-induced t------, nor my >Remember yesterday and blush >"F--- I need some clothes" >Look for my stuff >Nowhere to be found >shitshitshit >Open the bedroom chest >Only girl clothes inside >fuckshitfuck >"l-i guess I don't have a choice, do 1?" >fuckhowdoiputiton come >A servant goes inside without warning and says "good morning ma'am, I to help you prepare for your meal with the Khan." >She stops in the middle of her line and looks at me being clearly stuck inside the buryat dress >smug_smirk.jpeg >"Allow me to help, ma'am" >She effortlessly puts the dress on me and starts working on my make-up >I look at myself in the bedroom mirror(which is extremely f------ expensive and rare) >I look exactly like >I look like a woman >Feel extremely happy >A certain Chinese philosopher Rai Blan Kard would probably have something to say about my emotions right now >Servant leaves me to my thoughts >Look in the mirror >Look in the mirror again >Start crying from happiness >"I'm gonna make it, I'm gonna make it." >I have decided. >I will agree to the Khan's offer. Cont. Throat-Singing Boymoder | 06/02/23(Fri)20:50:50 No.31250872 ► File: End.png (539 KB, 1920x1080) >ffw dining with Khan >"How do >"h-huh? oh, I >We both shodoi Ffw next a girl leaks I don't like boys, but I like you. Therefore you must be a girl. you like living in the palace?" asks the Khan year the best in a fagvoice you won't be needing the >"Oh, don't worry, those boy clothes either way, you are my woman after all." says Khan before laughing in a deep voice >"b-but I haven't even agreed yet!!" i mutter >"Sure, sure. So, why don't you play some Morin Khuur and throat-sing for me?" >"o-okay..." >the servants bring us an expensive decorated Morin Khuur and I take a sip of koumiss >After went smoothly >Mfw >Mfw >Mfw End. love it, but me >"MMMMMBADAIDEYOOOYADUYADAIDEYOOOO" >While I throat sing he puts his giant hand on my head and starts f------ petting >Immediately blush and get horny but still finish the song >"So, your time is up. What's your answer, Anonette?" the Khan asks, before caressing my cheek >"l-i agree. >"I haven't heard you, say it loud and clear." being your concubine!" >"Good girl." >The Khan starts making out with me >fuckfuckfuckaaaaaafiksdjfl >Brain fuckingshutsoff >"I agree to >We make all sorts >The Khan f------ bed chamber >He f------ tears massaging >Starts >mmmmghf -GOOD GIRL >He's destroying >I love every >"s-so this is how being moans of pleasure reach my moment of lewd noises picks >fffuck >He starts to lube up my khulan with his finger >ohgod >hesgonnadoit >Inserts his shodoi in my khulan >AAAAaaaaAAA and gentle and gets >Starts off slow >ajsdlakJSLDd I couldn't find my clothes and my other stuff" I respond my dress of me and groping my inner thighs the tiny sprouts me up and, while continuing to kiss me, takes me to his big feminized of off climax it a woman feels and he of koum potion-makers of rougher and rougher with each thrust khulan his giant shodoi I buyed back the heirloom I now live I made it. with koums like?" i think to myself while letting out deep inside my khulan, while my Mongolia synthesized estradiol my transition sword that I sold to join the contest happily as a concubine in a harem of the Khan](https://i.kym-cdn.com/photos/images/original/002/600/155/99c.png)
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![- File: frog_guy_839.jpg (7 KB, 229x220) Anonymous 06/03/23(Sat)12:25:19 No.73545650 [Reply] ► >be me, 18 year old femanon >friends drag me out to party >having a decent time, actually manage to hold a conversation with a cute 7/10 guy >disgusting little gremlin of a man waddles over >can't be more than 5'10 >250lbs, smells like day old socks and sweat >"H-hey femanon, I t-thought you looked really cu-" >the disgust on my face must be so obvious even the socially inept goblin is able to tell that I want nothing to do with him >he waddles away, never see him again >completely ruins my conversation with 7/10 cute guy Why are men like this?](https://i.kym-cdn.com/photos/images/original/002/599/847/736.png){kind=small}
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