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Chapter 1: Who Was Chris
Chris Hunter was a horny slutty little trans boy. At only 10, the preteen had an exponentially higher body count than the average man has in a lifetime. He was proud of that fact. He was also now pregnant because of that fact.
The thing is, it could be so many men's baby. Chris did keep track, from the very start he kept a tally in a little notebook. Out of the 3659 different men, 3658 of them without a condom, all 3658 finished by ejaculating inside the boy's welcoming cunt. Over 800 in the last 3 months alone, which is when the little thing growing in Chris's belly was conceived. Now it looked like little Chris was going to be a daddy, and he didn't know who the other daddy was.
Chris was a smart boy, he was a year younger than everyone in his 6th grade class. Chris was a very cute boy. His head was slightly oversized for his small body, but in an adorable way. His short black hair was always picture perfect. His naturally redder than normal lips, were the perfect fullness, with a tight narrow cupid's bow that looked sharp enough to cut. The corners of his perfect smile pointed to his cute little dimples. He had a button nose, and just the slightest sprinkling of freckles acrossed it. His most striking feature though was his extraordinary large, piercing deep blue eyes. They were perfectly outlined and highlighted by his long dark eyelashes, that batted when he blinked.
He had always felt like he was a boy, even if he liked grinding and sticking things in his little cunt. He just knew he was a boy, whether he had a penis or not. By 4 years old he insisted his parents call him a boy. He dressed like a boy, he acted like a boy, he looked like a boy, because deep down he was a boy.
Although generally not recommended, by 7 he was on puberty blockers and hormone replacement therapy. After just a year, his clit had grown bigger. It stuck out from between his little lips, looking almost like a little cock. He often referred to it as his cocklet. Also his body hair started to come in. Thick dark hair covered his pussy and pits. A trail ran up his torso to a patch of it on his flat chest. Even his perky plump round little bottom was furry. Before he was 9 years old he had to start shaving his face every few days. He also started shaving his pussy, all but a little patch above it. He thought it was cute, like it had a little mustache. Given all that, somehow, that cute face and small size made him look younger than he was. Just barely 4 feet, he was shorter than the other boys his age. That was ok. Everyone affectionately referred to him as "fun sized".