[A Few Stories About Living with a "Loli" Crossdresser I Met Online] [Author: jia]

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1 Tongtong's Anal Sex and His Girlfriend's Current Situation
"Ah~ Ah~ Ah, brother, brother is so big! Tongtong's little butt is full!"
My penis kept thrusting in and out of his daisy, his anus was pink and very tight. Because he was still
young , the sphincter muscles kept compressing my penis, the daisy became a little mouth tightly biting my penis.
I pushed my penis in with all my might, my abdomen pressed against his little upturned buttocks. My big hands kneaded his little upturned buttocks,
feeling that elasticity and fullness.
"Little slut, what should you call me? Speak louder!" I whipped him with my penis, punishing him.
He kept moaning: "Daddy, master, big penis daddy! Tongtong is so good, Tongtong is going to heaven!"
My hands rubbed his nipples, unlike ordinary men, he was obsessed with his female identity,
and with the help of drugs, he actually had small mounds. My fingers gripped the pink bulge and pulled hard, causing
him to cry out in pain.
My penis moved in and out of his rectum, which, after prolonged intercourse, secreted intestinal fluid for
lubrication. The villi on the intestinal lining constantly rubbed against my penis, giving me
intense pleasure with every thrust.
My large hand moved down, grasping his poor little penis and stroking it hard. His
thin, slender legs bent inward, squeezing his penis tightly. My large hand slipped
between his legs, pinching the soft flesh of his inner thighs, and he quickly began to moan. As my hand touched his
testicles, his moans grew even louder.
I deliberately insulted him: "You little slut, what do you need this useless cock for? I might as well cut
it ."
A wronged expression appeared on his little face: "I'm a girl, I don't know why I have
this thing." I rubbed his two testicles hard with my hands, and he cried out as a sharp pain struck, but
his cock was trembling, as if he was experiencing a strange kind of pleasure.
"Master, brother, master, I'm your exclusive bitch, punish me hard with your big cock."
I couldn't hold back any longer, and my cock shoved into his anus, throbbing continuously, shooting streams of hot, thick semen into
his anus. I pulled my cock out, and his anus opened and closed, constantly oozing white, sticky fluid. I put him
down, and he sat on the ground like a duck with his legs spread apart, semen constantly flowing from his anus
and spreading. His little tongue stuck out, and he had a look of utter exasperation. His useless little penis throbbed
, and I don't know when it ejaculated. I reached out and flicked his penis hard. He let out a soft "Ah!" and
covered his useless penis with his two little hands, his big eyes welling up with tears. I patted his little
head and hugged him.
Ding-a-ling~ The doorbell rang. It was my girlfriend who came in. She was pretty, but ever since I had
this little monster who devours semen, women were just a protective facade for maintaining a normal life, and only occasionally something to try.
I said old sweet nothings that I was tired of, deliberately trying to make her happy. Then I sat on the sofa with Tongtong in my arms and watched TV.
My girlfriend wasn't surprised at all by my close relationship with Tongtong.
She had only seen Tongtong dressed as a girl, a cute little loli. After all, after I told her she was my
sister, my girlfriend usually lowered her guard. After all, how could someone so young have
anything going on with me?
Sitting on the sofa, my penis was once again inserted into Tongtong's anus, an animated film playing on TV. Tongtong
's anus was tightly contracted, constantly squeezing my penis, and he would occasionally shift his body, each
time causing my penis to throb uncontrollably. In the kitchen not far away, steam billowed, where my girlfriend
was cooking. My penis continued to feel Tongtong's breathing anus, and my thoughts drifted back to the past…
2. Memories: My First Encounter with Tongtong
I met Tongtong in an adult anime group. Back then, he often sent voice messages in the group, and his voice sounded like
a cute little girl. Who would have thought that behind this online loli was a little boy with a useless penis
? Because he would occasionally post photos of himself in women's clothing, I was very interested. I often chatted with him privately,
and later found out he also played LoL, so we added each other as game friends.
He often played support, had a very good temper, and completely lacked the bad temper of a typical girl. We quickly moved from
gaming to online conversations. We often chatted via voice chat, talking about everything from games to life. Later, I learned that he came from a very
conservative and traditional family, favoring sons over daughters, but adhering to the family tradition of raising sons frugally and daughters lavishly. Therefore, he greatly
envied his older sister and, in his mind, preferred to be a woman, feeling more unrestrained, or perhaps
he inherently possessed maternal instincts.
In fact, a person's gender is not innate. Everyone has the right to choose their own gender.
He loves women's clothing and all kinds of pretty dresses. I live in Beijing, am single, and my parents gave me an apartment,
so I don't have to worry about my finances. I would occasionally buy him dresses, and he would happily wear them
and send me pictures. But there was one thing I strongly opposed: his use of drugs. "Transfeeding women" (or "drug addicts") already exist; there used to be online forums
for them in China. However, transfeeding women rely on drugs to alter their male hormone levels, which is very harmful to the body and,
I've heard, can significantly shorten lifespan. Because of this, I've always tried to persuade him to quit, but he always uses his desire to be a woman as an excuse to
refuse.
This is probably our only conflict.
But the fact that he was taking medication couldn't be hidden at all; a man's protruding chest just didn't look normal, did it?
3. Tongtong's running away from home...
Until one day, I received a phone call.
"Hello, who is this?"
"It's me," a soft, slightly tearful voice came through. "I have nowhere to stay,
can you pick me up?" His voice held a hint of expectation.
"I'm near my house, in N city, J province," his voice was low, and I could imagine his cute expression as he lowered
his head .
"I'll book a flight right away. I'll transfer you some money first, buy some food, find a hotel,
and be careful while you're alone! I'll be there soon."
I bought a plane ticket that night and flew over. Looking at my phone, I saw the location he sent me, and rushed to the hotel
.
When he saw me, he seemed a little incredulous: "He burst into tears and threw himself into my arms." I
stroked his little head repeatedly, comforting him.
From him, I learned the reason for what happened.
His parents, suspicious of his bulging chest, secretly went to his room and found a large amount of women's clothing and
female hormones and other drugs. Enraged, they beat him with a belt, and he quickly confessed everything.
His parents were both middle school teachers, from a scholarly family; his father, in a fit of rage, almost beat him to death.
Finally he secretly ran away from home.
I hugged him tightly: "It's okay, don't worry, I'm here."
He wailed, then quickly sobbed, resting his head on my shoulder like a soft kitten
. Suddenly, he kissed my cheek.
I was stunned. To be honest, I had never been kissed by a man before, but his lips were soft, like
jelly . I seemed to still be savoring his gentle kiss when he blushed, buried his head in my arms, and
said softly, "You're so good to me."
Human nature is often like this; the efforts of a acquaintance over a decade often cannot compare to a stranger's casual act of kindness.
I deliberately kissed him. "If I'm not good to you, who am I good to?" His smiling face was soft, still showing signs of
baby fat. His skin was smooth and tender; he really was a child. His healthy red and pure white skin captivated me.
He was truly a charming little devil.
4 My Cohabitation with Tongtong
I live in the capital. My parents gave me an apartment, and I usually live alone, which feels very lonely.
But since he moved in, my life has become more taken care of. He
cleans the room, does laundry, and cooks for me like a housewife. We watch cartoons together and play games together. Our relationship has become even
closer .
Out of a sense of responsibility, I contacted his parents. Before the call connected, I secretly hoped
they wouldn't take him back, and he looked at me nervously as I made the call.
I hugged him and listened to the dial tone with him.
"Hello, who is this?" A weathered middle-aged man's voice came from the other end of the line.
"Are you Tongtong's father?" I asked.
"Yes, who is this?" the middle-aged man asked in return.
"I'm Tongtong's friend. He's been staying at my house lately. I wanted to ask when you plan to
pick him up? After all, there's no lasting grudge between father and son.
" "I don't have a good-for-nothing son like him! Let him answer the phone!" The man on the other end of the line roared.
I looked at Tongtong with worry, silently mouthing, "Do you want to answer?"
Tongtong hesitated, then finally took the phone, his voice timid: "Hello, Dad."
The sound of something being smashed came from the other end: "You unfilial son! Can't you ever change? Can't you be a normal person
?"
Tongtong gripped my hand tightly and looked at me: "I am a normal person now!"
Then I'll pretend I don't have a son like you!
*Beep beep beep*, the call was disconnected.
Tears streamed down Tongtong's face. I hugged him tightly. At that moment, a sense of relief rose within me.
I didn't know what I would do if Tongtong's father chose to let Tongtong go back, or what I would do if Tongtong chose to go back
.
Tonight, Tongtong and I slept together.
I held Tongtong close. We were both wearing only thin silk pajamas. Tongtong's breath hit my chest,
hot and clear. His face was flushed; I knew he wasn't asleep yet, and this was probably his first time sleeping with a man. I
teased him, watching his trembling, long eyelashes, his constantly twitching eyelids, and his rosy
cheeks.
My heavy breath hit Tongtong's face, and he was still pretending to be asleep, but his bloodshot face betrayed
his inner shyness. I bit his thin, cool lips. His lips
were like jelly. My rough tongue lightly licked his lips, and now he couldn't pretend to be asleep anymore. He opened his
big, blinking eyes, looking at me shyly.
My big mouth gently pecked at his lips, my rough tongue lightly licking them, and soon his lips became moist and shiny.
His eyes were hazy, and he was soon immersed in my kiss. My mouth pounced on him again, my rough tongue prying open his
pearly teeth, my large tongue tracing the soft flesh of his gums.
His body was as soft as water, and I held him tightly in my arms, as if trying to melt him into my very being.
He identified as female, so in his daily life he was even more feminine than most women. His obsession with
cleanliness left me speechless; he brushed his teeth five or six times a day, so the fragrance of his small mouth was intoxicating. My large tongue
touched his soft, fragrant tongue. His tongue shyly parted for a moment, but I quickly caught it again. I skillfully
entwined my large tongue with his small one, while he, clumsy and at a loss, pulled his small tongue into my
mouth, chewing it gently, his small tongue tentatively licking me. Like a puppy, he sniffed. His
little face turned bright red; his first kiss had turned into one with an expert like me—was it a blessing or a curse?
We kissed passionately for a full three minutes. His little hands clenched into fists, gently patting my chest, signaling
me to let go.
I released his lips, and he lay on my chest, panting, his eyes glazed. He mumbled a few words:
"You bad boy, you big bad boy, how come you're so skilled? And next time, brush your teeth before kissing me!"
I put his little hands in my palm and teased, "There's a next time? When is the next time?"
Like an ostrich, he buried his face in my chest: "There won't be a next time! You bad boy, go to sleep!"
I held him tightly in my arms.
In the following weeks, our relationship became even closer. We could kiss, we could hug, and even
at night in bed, I would deliberately press my penis against his little buttocks, and he would ignore it. We lived a happy
world for two. On the day
Tongtong was about to start school
, we were watching TV together. I hugged him and suddenly remembered something important: "What
grade were you in before?"
"Sixth grade, I guess?"
He leaned against me and mumbled, "I think I was in seventh grade!"
I played with his little white hands and placed them in my big palm: "I'll ask my
middle school homeroom teacher in a few days. He seems to have become a vice principal. I'll ask if you can go to school. It'll be good for you to meet more people
your own age ."
He turned away from the cartoon: "I don't want to go to school!"
"What's wrong? What will you do if you don't go to school? Become illiterate?" I frowned.
His little hands clung tightly to me: "Don't you want me anymore?" Tears streamed down his face.
My heart softened, and I patted his head gently: "Alright, alright, at least finish junior high
! Nine years of compulsory education, do you want me arrested?"
His face pressed against my chest, his expression full of sorrow: "I really don't want to go! School isn't
a good place."
It seemed this child had been bullied too. I thought to myself.
I comforted him: "Let's go to school and see. This is so strange. I've become a creepy uncle, kidnapped
a little girl, and started playing the role of a captive." I tickled his waist.
He giggled: "Aren't you a creepy uncle?" His big eyes blinked as he spoke.
My lust rose again, and I grabbed his little foot.
He gasped, said shyly, "Wait a minute," and then slipped away.
I waited five minutes, and he came back, this time completely stunned. She wore a pure white
wedding dress , the hem of which extended to her thighs, her fair legs clad in white silk stockings. She wore a wig and
light makeup. She looked like a perfect, adorable young bride.
My penis throbbed painfully, and I pulled her into my arms, feigning a gruff tone: "Whose
bride is this? Today, this lord has robbed you of your money, and I've caught such a beautiful bride!"
Her eyes blinked, as if she understood my trick, and she said in a coquettish voice, "
This servant is getting married today, sir, please spare me." Then she rubbed her small, white-stockinged feet against my penis.
I chuckled wickedly, "If you satisfy me, little lady, I'll let you go. If
not, I'll take you back to the stronghold and make you a whore for everyone."
He trembled with fear, his voice timid, "I... I want to give my first time to my husband. How can I let
you, a bad man, take it away?"
I laughed loudly, "Little lady, you have no say in this!" I pulled out my big penis and gently patted his
face .
He looked aggrieved, "Bad man! If you keep doing this, you'll get caught sooner or later!"
My penis moved down, touching his white-stockinged feet, "Little lady, to die under the peony flower is to die romantically,
use your little slutty feet to clamp my feet!"
His pair of white, tender feet tightly clamped my big penis, but I wasn't satisfied, so I simply took off
one stocking. I slowly peeled the stocking off, my big hand feeling the slenderness of his calf and the smoothness of his skin.
Finally, I came to his tiny, delicate feet, the pale blue veins still visible on the instep. His feet were clean and white, the toenails
undyed . His five toes were like jade nails, making me want to bite them. I gently picked up his little foot
and placed it on my penis. His soles were soft, fragrant and tender because of his fastidiousness, without
a single callus.
He gently pressed his little foot against my penis, and I groaned in pleasure. He playfully
pinched my penis between his toes, slowly rubbing and squeezing, but my penis was far too large for his little feet.
Soon, his second little foot joined in. The smoothness of the white silk, the roughness of the white gauze—my penis felt like it had instantly
soared to the heavens.
He uttered all sorts of lewd words: "Daddy, Daddy, what are you doing to your daughter's little feet!"
"Master, what is this white mucus? Can baby have a taste? Just a little bit."
"Daddy, Daddy, I'm so hungry, I really want to eat your penis!" Then he licked his lips.
I couldn't hold back any longer. It was only five minutes. With a casual rub of his little feet, I ejaculated amidst
his lewd words. His pure white stockings were stained, and my
hot semen dripped continuously from his jade-white little feet.
He scraped off a stream of semen with his finger, inserted it into his little mouth, and licked it with his little tongue
, his eyes filled with seductive allure as he looked at me.
I cried out to stop him, "No, it's dirty."
But he leaned closer, biting my earlobe with his little mouth and licking it with his tongue, saying indistinctly,
"Master's semen isn't dirty at all."
I couldn't help but howl in my heart, "What a little vixen who sucks my semen."
My penis hardened again. He gripped my penis tightly with his white glove, stroking it up and down
, occasionally bending down to take my glans into his mouth. My penis felt the
roughness , and his little mouth sucked on my glans tightly, his lips constantly pursing, stimulating the sensitive spot of my coronal sulcus.
His other small hand attacked my testicles, gently playing with them, his fingernails gliding like goose feathers.
I couldn't help but shiver.
It has to be said, men understand men best. In just five minutes, my penis gushed out a large amount
of semen again. His small mouth tightly held my penis, swallowing large gulps of my semen,
his throat bobbing—it looked incredibly alluring. I touched his face, falling into self-doubt.
I could go on for an hour with my girlfriend, so why did I always
surrender in five to ten minutes with him?
Gently stroking his head, he curled up on my lap like a kitten,
white quietly fell asleep like a young girl. A few days into
Tongtong's school life
, seeing him in his school uniform, I drove him to school.
It was , so it was better for him to dress as a boy. After all, if people realized he was a boy dressed as a girl, he'd probably
face social annihilation.
I took his little hand and walked into the principal's office, skillfully exchanging pleasantries with the vice principal, who was also my former
homeroom teacher . We exchanged some gifts, chatted a bit, and settled Tongtong's middle school arrangements.
Holding his little hand, I led him into his classroom, where he still looked at me with reluctance. I could only wave goodbye repeatedly
; he kept turning back to look, while I, like a statue waiting for my husband, watched his figure disappear before my eyes, feeling a
pang of loss.
That's how things are in this world; loving you means giving up some things.
I was really worried about him going to school alone, afraid that his gentle nature would be taken advantage of. So I
picked him up and dropped him off every day, suddenly feeling like a father raising a daughter.
Two weeks passed without incident, and I relaxed a little, but soon trouble struck.
In the third week, the homeroom teacher called; Tongtong had an accident at school. My mind went blank.
In that instant, I was filled with extreme regret. Why did I send him to school? Why didn't I just listen to him?
I drove there at breakneck speed. The situation was too complicated to explain clearly over the phone.
When I arrived at the school and saw Tongtong, my heart broke. He was soaking wet and trembling, like a
wounded animal, not letting anyone near him. Blood was streaming down his left arm. I rushed over
and hugged him tightly, comforting him.
His body was trembling and stiff, but it slowly softened in my arms. From the
teacher , I learned what had happened. Tongtong dressed androgynously, was handsome, and quiet, which
made him very popular with girls. Especially when the so-called class beauty started pursuing Tongtong, some boys became
jealous of him. To avoid trouble, Tongtong rejected the class beauty's confession, which only made things worse. A group of
boys, having somehow heard that raping a boy isn't illegal, gathered a group of them and cornered Tongtong in the men's restroom
, attempting to rape him. Tongtong resisted fiercely and eventually jumped from a second-floor window, sustaining injuries.
Fortunately the area below was grass, and Tongtong wasn't seriously hurt.
The other boy's parents arrived, and a middle-aged shrew even said, "It's nothing serious, let's apologize to each other and settle this privately." I immediately dialed 110 (the police emergency number) and also called a college classmate who is now a lawyer. My homeroom teacher pulled me aside and asked if we could settle this privately, as it might damage the school's reputation. I retorted ,
" Your daughter was raped by a group of men and forced to jump out of a window. I'll give you a million yuan, will you settle this with me privately? Do you think I need their money?" The police arrived quickly, followed by my lawyer friend. After a thorough questioning, the police concluded that the biggest problem was that both parties were minors, and at most it could only be considered attempted rape. Furthermore, since the perpetrator was male, the maximum charge would be intentional assault. Then it was my lawyer friend's turn to shine. Those kids were subsequently expelled from school, and the ringleader was reportedly sent to a juvenile detention center. Their parents came kneeling and begging for my forgiveness, but I naturally told them to get lost. The most important thing was to comfort Tongtong. I took leave from work for several days to stay by his side, never leaving him for a moment. I would wait until he was sound asleep before I went to sleep myself. Let's not talk about school anymore; I can always support him. Tongtong didn't become cheerful again until about two weeks later, but he was even more shy than before. He wouldn't greet and would only hide behind me. I even suspected that he might never leave my room again. But deep down, I was probably more secretly pleased, because he belonged to me more. 7. Tongtong's First Anal Sex Although Tongtong identified as female, he was always unwilling to let me enter his anus. I don't know why ; maybe it was shyness, maybe self-protection, maybe his last vestige of male dignity. But when he approached me for red wine on Valentine's Day when he was fourteen, wearing a red miniskirt, black knee- high a black vest over a white shirt, exuding an air of dominance, I knew why he refused! It turned out that the criminal law stipulated that sexual intercourse with a minor under the age of fourteen, regardless of consent, constituted rape. Was Tongtong afraid I'd get arrested? We drank red wine together, Tongtong's face flushed, his eyes glazed. Then he pushed me down, stepping on my chest with his boots. The sudden reversal of power almost made me feel like I was going to be pinned down and raped by Tongtong. His little feet kept lightly pressing on my chest, and I kept exclaiming, "Ah, I'm dying!" Looking up, I saw Tongtong's pure white cotton underwear, with a bear pattern. He slowly unbuttoned and pulled down my pants; his little bottom sat on top of me, and I couldn't help but hiss in pain . After drinking, Tongtong was no longer as gentle as usual. Her little bottom kept rubbing against my penis, which quickly became hard. Seemingly finding it troublesome, Tongtong quickly took off her panties, revealing a smooth, white penis. She took out lubricant from her pocket, squeezed some into her hand, and applied it to her anus. Her pink anus seemed to breathe, as she inserted her fingers all the way in, ensuring it was slippery and moist inside. Tongtong breathed heavily, aligned her anus with my penis, and then sat down hard. "Waaah, it hurts! I'm going to be penetrated!" "My butt is full, waaaah, it hurts so much!" "You big bad guy, you bastard, I gave you my first time, if you dare to not take me back, I'll, I'll... waaaah, it hurts so much. " Tongtong screamed repeatedly, crying and talking at the same time. My penis ached from his sudden attack, but the pain quickly turned into pleasure. His anus was tight, the sphincter gripping my penis, the pubic hairs inside constantly brushing against it. Every time Tongtong stood up or sat down, the folds around his anus would rise and fall, looking incredibly lewd. Tongtong soon became too weak to move and lay on top of me, his penis hard and pressed tightly against me. I could feel his delicate, limp body. I gently kissed his face and caressed . My penis began to thrust, and Tongtong, like a small boat in a raging sea, bobbed up and down, his small mouth constantly emitting soft moans and lewd cries. "Master's penis is so big, I love Master's big penis, Master , harder, Tongtong is so satisfied." I gently stroked his delicate body, which was covered in a layer of fragrant sweat. I gently licked it, his soft skin captivating me , and he let out a dazed, comfortable meow, like a kitten being licked. I gently bit down, leaving my mark on his body . My penis slowly thrust in and out, and my hand moved down, grasping his shaft and gently stroking it. He leaned against me, gently licking it, making comfortable purring sounds. Soon I reached my climax, a thick stream of semen flowing into his rectum. He arched his neck in pleasure, his smooth back curving into a beautiful shape. My mouth captured his nipples, and soon his small penis ejaculated under the caress of my large hand, getting my hands covered in semen. I mixed his semen with mine and held it to his mouth. He rolled his eyes at me, then stuck out his tongue, the tip lightly touching my palm, licking all the semen clean. I held him as we fell asleep . Epilogue: I was having dinner at home with another girlfriend. She enthusiastically served food to Tongtong, who smiled sweetly: "Thank you, sister." I kept holding back, not making a sound. My little foot under the table became even more mischievous, clamping down on...

My penis was throbbing violently, and my girlfriend was chatting with me excitedly, but what was she saying?
Who knows ?
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Postscript:
This story is an expansion of a screenshot from a group chat. The screenshot roughly tells this story,
which I adapted and expanded into the one I have now.
How should I put it? It somewhat appeals to my sexual fetish. So I wrote it.
8300 words, somewhat satisfying.
I really want to write a scene where the protagonist is sitting in a computer chair, and Tongtong is sitting on the protagonist playing games! It feels so arousing!
No, I think I can add that.
Extra Chapter:
Tongtong was playing a game at the computer desk, and his teammates kept criticizing him in the chat channel: "Support, do you
even know how to play? You've missed with your W!"
Tongtong was panting, holding the mouse and trying to click the input box, but his trembling body made it
impossible to click.
Tongtong angrily said, "You bad guy, pervert, creep, heital! Stop it! How am I supposed to
play the game like this?"
I sat beneath Tongtong, my penis tightly held in her anus, and said contentedly, "Tongtong, I'm
training you! Only this way can you reach the King rank."
Tongtong panted, her little hands pressing the keyboard: "Time to heal my teammates!" Just as she was about to press the R key,
my penis mischievously thrust forward, and Tongtong let out a comfortable "Ah!" Then, tragically , she pressed
the E key, and all her teammates were wiped out. They all started cursing at Tongtong, who looked aggrieved: "Waaah,
you bad guy, it's all your fault. You made me get cursed by my teammates."
I then used my big mouth to block Tongtong's little mouth, my big tongue entwining with her little fragrant tongue. Soon, Tongtong drifted into
a daze , but thinking of his teammates, he weakly tried to resist, "You big bad guy, we're going to lose! Let me have it, I can still save you!"
Tongtong, now back with the mouse and keyboard, was full of confidence, but he was quickly defeated by my large penis. "
Waaah , you bad guy, why aren't you coming yet?"
I teased him deliberately, thrusting my penis forward. Soon the game came to an end: "Defeat!" And I
reached my climax, thick streams of semen shooting into Tongtong's anus.
Tongtong's legs trembled, dazedly enjoying the afterglow of his orgasm.

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