Parker's Femboy cosplay in Animecon P1
Rozina
The convention center thrummed with life on the first full day of AnimeCon. I was dressed as Zero Two from Darling in the Franxx—long pink wig with the signature horns, the tight white bodysuit hugging every curve of my slim, smooth femboy body, red accents popping against my pale skin, and thigh-high boots that made my legs look endless. The suit was so form-fitting it left almost nothing to the imagination, especially around my perky ass and the subtle bulge I couldn’t quite hide. I loved it. The compliments from fans made me glow.I was active on X (
The rest of the day was a whirlwind. He paid for everything. We walked the con floor together, his hand possessively on my waist or lower back. More photos, but now he took most of them—posing me against his side, making me call him “Papa” or “my darling” in public while fans watched enviously. Compliments poured in from strangers and from him constantly: “Your ass looks incredible in that suit,” he’d whisper. “Those lips were made for sucking. You’re the prettiest femboy I’ve ever seen.” Every word made me drip.He took me shopping in the dealer’s room and then to a nearby cosplay shop. He picked out a brand-new, high-quality Zero Two outfit— an even tighter, more revealing version with a shorter jacket, delicate white lingerie underneath, red thigh-high stockings with garters, and matching accessories. He paid cash and had it packaged. “You’ll wear only this tonight. Nothing else underneath except what I choose.”We spent hours together—eating overpriced con food (him feeding me bites while I giggled in character), watching panels, and stealing touches in dark corners. His fingers would brush my bulge or trace the seam between my ass cheeks through the bodysuit, teasing me until I was aching.By evening, we headed to the luxury hotel he’d booked—a spacious suite with a king bed, big mirrors, and a deep couch. The moment the door closed, the real night began.
“On your knees, my darling Zero Two,” he commanded, voice thick with lust.I dropped gracefully, pink wig swaying, looking up at him with wide, obedient eyes. “Yes, Papa…” I unzipped his pants and pulled out his thick, heavy cock—already rock-hard and veined. It was bigger than average, throbbing in my small hands. I started with soft kisses along the shaft, licking the underside slowly, savoring the salty taste of his skin. “You’re so big for your darling…” I purred in character.I took him into my mouth, lips stretching wide around the head. I sucked gently at first, tongue swirling, then bobbed deeper, taking more with each pass until he hit the back of my throat. I gagged prettily, eyes watering but never breaking eye contact. He groaned, hands gripping my horns, using them like handles to gently fuck my face. Saliva dripped down my chin onto the new outfit’s jacket as I deepthroated him sloppily, moaning around his length. “Such a perfect cocksucker,” he praised. “Best femboy mouth I’ve ever had.”After several minutes of wet, eager sucking, he pulled me up for foreplay. He stripped the old con bodysuit off me slowly, kissing every inch of revealed skin. He laid me on the bed and worshipped my body—sucking on my sensitive nipples until they were red and swollen, licking down my smooth stomach, then taking my smaller, shaved cock into his mouth. He sucked me expertly while two lubed fingers circled and pushed into my tight hole, stretching me open. I moaned like a girl, hips bucking. “Papa… it feels so good…”He added a third finger, scissoring me, curling against my prostate until I was leaking precum all over my stomach. Then he flipped me onto all fours.The new Zero Two outfit went on—tight top half open, jacket loose, red stockings and garters framing my ass perfectly, no panties. He positioned himself behind me and pushed in. The thick head popped past my rim, stretching me wide. Inch by inch he sank into my warm, tight channel until his hips pressed against my ass. “Fuck… so hot and tight,” he growled.He started slow, deep strokes, letting me feel every vein. Then he picked up speed, fucking me harder. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the suite. My cock swung beneath me, dripping. He gripped my waist, pounding my prostate relentlessly. “Who’s Papa’s good darling?” he demanded, spanking my ass.“I am—ahh! Your Zero Two!” I cried, pushing back to meet his thrusts. He railed me in doggy for a long time, changing angles, pulling my horns to arch my back. I came first—spurting onto the sheets without touching myself, hole clenching hard around him.He didn’t stop. He flipped me onto my back for missionary. My legs went over his shoulders, red stockings rubbing against his skin as he sank back inside me in one smooth thrust. This position let him go deeper. He stared into my eyes, kissing me messily while pounding me. Our bodies pressed together, sweat mixing, my cock trapped between us getting friction with every thrust.“You’re so beautiful like this,” he panted between kisses. “My perfect paid femboy slut.” The compliments made me throb. He fucked me for what felt like ages—long, powerful strokes mixed with fast, shallow ones that made me whimper. I came again, weaker this time, painting my own stomach.Finally, he pulled out, stroking his glistening cock. I slid off the bed onto my knees, looking up eagerly. “Please, Papa… give it to your darling.”He exploded with a deep groan. Thick, hot ropes of cum painted my face—splattering across my cheeks, lips, nose, and pink wig. Some landed on my tongue as I opened wide. I looked utterly used and blissful, makeup running, covered in his load.
We weren’t done for hours. After a short break where he cleaned me gently and fed me water while praising how well I took him, we went again—another slow blowjob, more foreplay with toys he’d brought, then intense doggy where he made me ride him reverse cowgirl first. We switched positions multiple times, always in the Zero Two outfit (which got thoroughly stained). He came inside me twice, filled me until it leaked down my stockings, then finished the final round exactly as requested—pulling out to paint my pretty, ruined face again.By 4 AM I was sore, glowing, and utterly satisfied. Ten thousand dollars richer, covered in compliments and cum, still dressed as his perfect Zero Two darling.“Worth every penny,” he murmured, kissing my cum-streaked forehead. “See you on Patreon… and maybe next con.”I smiled sleepily, licking my lips. “Anytime, Papa…
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@femboyzero
or whatever handle fit the day) and ran a modest Patreon where subscribers paid for exclusive photos, outfit teases, and private messages. Being called a “perfect anime girl,” “cutest femboy alive,” or “my dream onahole” always made my cock twitch and my cheeks flush. Today was no different.I posed for hundreds of photos—flashing peace signs, doing the signature Zero Two smirk, bending slightly so the bodysuit rode up my ass for the braver fans. “You’re actually flawless,” one girl gushed. “Better than the real thing!” A group of guys surrounded me: “Bro… I mean, miss, your legs are insane.” “You’re so fucking pretty.” Each compliment went straight to my head and my groin. I was already half-hard under the suit by the time he approached.He was in his late twenties, tall, well-built, with sharp features and an expensive-looking watch. Dressed casually but clearly loaded. He waited until my current group dispersed, then stepped close, voice low. “Hey… I’ve been following you on X for months. Your Patreon too. You’re even hotter in person. I have a proposition.”I tilted my head, horns bobbing. “Oh?”“Ten thousand dollars. Cash. For the rest of today and tonight. Full roleplay as Zero Two. You stay in character the entire time. I pick the outfit for tonight—I’ll buy it right now. You’ll be my obedient, affectionate darling. Complete service.”My heart hammered. Ten grand. That was months of Patreon income in one go. The thrill of being bought like this, especially by a fan who knew exactly what I was, made my knees weak. I bit my glossy lip and nodded. “As your darling… I accept, Papa.”He smiled like he’d won the lottery. “Good girl.”The rest of the day was a whirlwind. He paid for everything. We walked the con floor together, his hand possessively on my waist or lower back. More photos, but now he took most of them—posing me against his side, making me call him “Papa” or “my darling” in public while fans watched enviously. Compliments poured in from strangers and from him constantly: “Your ass looks incredible in that suit,” he’d whisper. “Those lips were made for sucking. You’re the prettiest femboy I’ve ever seen.” Every word made me drip.He took me shopping in the dealer’s room and then to a nearby cosplay shop. He picked out a brand-new, high-quality Zero Two outfit— an even tighter, more revealing version with a shorter jacket, delicate white lingerie underneath, red thigh-high stockings with garters, and matching accessories. He paid cash and had it packaged. “You’ll wear only this tonight. Nothing else underneath except what I choose.”We spent hours together—eating overpriced con food (him feeding me bites while I giggled in character), watching panels, and stealing touches in dark corners. His fingers would brush my bulge or trace the seam between my ass cheeks through the bodysuit, teasing me until I was aching.By evening, we headed to the luxury hotel he’d booked—a spacious suite with a king bed, big mirrors, and a deep couch. The moment the door closed, the real night began.
“On your knees, my darling Zero Two,” he commanded, voice thick with lust.I dropped gracefully, pink wig swaying, looking up at him with wide, obedient eyes. “Yes, Papa…” I unzipped his pants and pulled out his thick, heavy cock—already rock-hard and veined. It was bigger than average, throbbing in my small hands. I started with soft kisses along the shaft, licking the underside slowly, savoring the salty taste of his skin. “You’re so big for your darling…” I purred in character.I took him into my mouth, lips stretching wide around the head. I sucked gently at first, tongue swirling, then bobbed deeper, taking more with each pass until he hit the back of my throat. I gagged prettily, eyes watering but never breaking eye contact. He groaned, hands gripping my horns, using them like handles to gently fuck my face. Saliva dripped down my chin onto the new outfit’s jacket as I deepthroated him sloppily, moaning around his length. “Such a perfect cocksucker,” he praised. “Best femboy mouth I’ve ever had.”After several minutes of wet, eager sucking, he pulled me up for foreplay. He stripped the old con bodysuit off me slowly, kissing every inch of revealed skin. He laid me on the bed and worshipped my body—sucking on my sensitive nipples until they were red and swollen, licking down my smooth stomach, then taking my smaller, shaved cock into his mouth. He sucked me expertly while two lubed fingers circled and pushed into my tight hole, stretching me open. I moaned like a girl, hips bucking. “Papa… it feels so good…”He added a third finger, scissoring me, curling against my prostate until I was leaking precum all over my stomach. Then he flipped me onto all fours.The new Zero Two outfit went on—tight top half open, jacket loose, red stockings and garters framing my ass perfectly, no panties. He positioned himself behind me and pushed in. The thick head popped past my rim, stretching me wide. Inch by inch he sank into my warm, tight channel until his hips pressed against my ass. “Fuck… so hot and tight,” he growled.He started slow, deep strokes, letting me feel every vein. Then he picked up speed, fucking me harder. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the suite. My cock swung beneath me, dripping. He gripped my waist, pounding my prostate relentlessly. “Who’s Papa’s good darling?” he demanded, spanking my ass.“I am—ahh! Your Zero Two!” I cried, pushing back to meet his thrusts. He railed me in doggy for a long time, changing angles, pulling my horns to arch my back. I came first—spurting onto the sheets without touching myself, hole clenching hard around him.He didn’t stop. He flipped me onto my back for missionary. My legs went over his shoulders, red stockings rubbing against his skin as he sank back inside me in one smooth thrust. This position let him go deeper. He stared into my eyes, kissing me messily while pounding me. Our bodies pressed together, sweat mixing, my cock trapped between us getting friction with every thrust.“You’re so beautiful like this,” he panted between kisses. “My perfect paid femboy slut.” The compliments made me throb. He fucked me for what felt like ages—long, powerful strokes mixed with fast, shallow ones that made me whimper. I came again, weaker this time, painting my own stomach.Finally, he pulled out, stroking his glistening cock. I slid off the bed onto my knees, looking up eagerly. “Please, Papa… give it to your darling.”He exploded with a deep groan. Thick, hot ropes of cum painted my face—splattering across my cheeks, lips, nose, and pink wig. Some landed on my tongue as I opened wide. I looked utterly used and blissful, makeup running, covered in his load.
We weren’t done for hours. After a short break where he cleaned me gently and fed me water while praising how well I took him, we went again—another slow blowjob, more foreplay with toys he’d brought, then intense doggy where he made me ride him reverse cowgirl first. We switched positions multiple times, always in the Zero Two outfit (which got thoroughly stained). He came inside me twice, filled me until it leaked down my stockings, then finished the final round exactly as requested—pulling out to paint my pretty, ruined face again.By 4 AM I was sore, glowing, and utterly satisfied. Ten thousand dollars richer, covered in compliments and cum, still dressed as his perfect Zero Two darling.“Worth every penny,” he murmured, kissing my cum-streaked forehead. “See you on Patreon… and maybe next con.”I smiled sleepily, licking my lips. “Anytime, Papa…
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