Short Story: Summer Train　Possession Molestation Play♡ (Patreon)

The train's noise reverberates deep in my skull.

The creaking sounds of a packed train, the body heat of strangers, the mingling scents of cheap perfume and human sweat—yet what I'm feeling right now is entirely different.

The sensation of the strap grasped between my fingertips, the weight of bra straps clinging to my chest, the fabric of the skirt brushing against my thighs with every sway. All of it feels thrilling, all of it electrifying. The unfamiliar sensations of a body that isn't mine—it's unbearably erotic.

Every time her light brown twintails brushed against my nape, I felt goosebumps rise. I wonder how the original owner of this body would have felt. No—wait. This body belongs to me now. Every sensation is mine alone. Even the tiniest flex of my fingers sends minute muscle contractions rippling through my limbs, a sensation that never existed in my male form. The way my calves and thighs moved differently, the subtle kinetics of a woman's musculature—God, it felt amazing.

My breasts swayed. A light but undeniable weight. The tightness of the bra dug into my shoulders. Every time the train took a curve, my right breast pressed against the left, sending faint pressure spreading through me. Do simple movements really feel this good? Is this what it's like for women, constantly attuned to every tiny shift in their own bodies? So luxurious.

The space under my skirt grew warm, humid. Parting my legs slightly, I felt my sweat-slick panties peel away from my skin. A sudden rush of cool air brushed against my most intimate spot—ah, fuck, is this how sensitive women are? Just that faint touch makes my hips tremble.

Shifting my hand from the railing, I slowly traced it down my waist. So slender. So easy to grip. The way my fingers slightly sank in—irresistible. Tracing the curve from my hip to my ass, I marveled at the smoothness no male body could replicate.

Sliding my fingers between the fabric and my skin, I slowly kneaded the supple flesh of my ass. Having this all to myself… like a dream.

As passengers stirred toward the next stop, I stole a glance at my reflection in the window—translucent skin, plush lips, sparkling eyes—all mine now. Every time I take over a new body, the same thought resurfaces: Human bodies are made to feel this. fucking. good.

…I should explain how this possession works.

In short, it’s about transferring a split sliver of my own soul into someone else and hijacking their body. Once I merge with them, they’re mine to control.

Best of all, I feel everything they should. Every inch of their pleasure—fully mine.

The level of control depends. Light possession leaves them doll-like—mind blank, body obeying orders without awareness. But deeper possession is far more fun. Their thoughts become mine. With a girl fully possessed, it's like molding a copy of myself inside her body—same mind, just in a prettier package.

And possessing girls is always the best. Their sensations are wired completely differently. The way their breasts sway, how their hair teases their neck—even fabric grazing their nipples hits so much harder than in a male body.

But the most insanely sensitive part? A woman’s pussy. A slight brush from panties is enough to make her hips quiver.

Switching to different girls is my favorite pastime. It's like trying twenty different cosplays. Sporty types with twintails, elegant black-haired seniors, tomboyish cuts—each body has its own texture, its own sensitivity. The same touch feels wildly distinct. Every new body brings back that first-time rush.

The best part? This ability almost never gets exposed.

Most memories fade when I release possession. Nobody even suspects possession as a concept, so there’s no risk of discovery. I revisit favorites or discard them after one-time thrills—my choice.

They say advanced users make multiple soul copies—simultaneously puppeteering whole harems of willing dolls. I’m not that skilled yet, but… damn, just imagining it gets me hard.

For today, I’ll test this twintail girl’s limit. A crowded train, risky zones—none of these phone-zombies will notice a thing.

"Mmhh…!"

Stretching slightly to grip the overhead strap, my free hand slid smoothly under my skirt. To anyone else, I just looked like a tired college girl. The old man behind me kept rustling his newspaper, none the wiser.

"Haah… so warm…"

My fingertips grazed the damp elastic of my panties, sweat making everything hot and sticky. The way the fabric clung—fuck—was unbearable. Pushing further down, I—ah, there.

"Ahhn… right… there—"

I bite back the grin threatening to split my face. To everyone else, I’m just a pretty woman blankly staring at train windows—nothing suspicious at all.

"Ngh—!♡"

Every tiny flex of my fingers sends jolts down my spine. Damn, she’s already this sensitive? The original owner’s pussy must’ve been wired for pleasure.

"No… more…"

I press a little harder. Fuck—was that a squelch? No, it’s fine. The train’s noise drowned it out. Probably.

This is safe. If caught, I can just ditch this vessel. Just a well-dressed college girl getting off to public play—no fingerprints left behind. ♪

"Hyaa…!♡"

An old man's elbow bumps my back, and I jolt—shit, too close. But hey, the near-exposure just amps me up further.

"Ah… ah… I’m gonna…"

Passengers shuffle toward the next stop. Perfect timing. I push—deeper—

Ah—! White flashes behind my eyelids.

Breath hitching, my fingers glide again. The train’s vibrations sync with my hips, letting me disguise subtle grinding as fatigue-induced swaying.

"Ah… no, not again…"

The businessman beside me folds his newspaper—did he hear? No, his gaze slides past. Relief floods me, but my fingers burn hotter.

"Nngh… Doing this here… I’ll lose it…"

My reflection—flushed cheeks, bitten lips—betrays everything. Yet no one’s looking. Probably.

"Higg—! Be… gentle…"

A fake sneeze masks my shaky exhale. This body’s sensitivity keeps escalating. Panties cling, damp friction blurring into pleasure.

A kid glances back from the seats. I cough and grip the overhead strap tighter—pain as distraction. Then sudden deceleration nearly topples me; my palm slams the wall for balance.

"Aah—n! They’ll… see…"

My fingers plunge deeper, the wet shlick drowned by ambient noise. The schoolgirls nearby keep giggling—clueless.

"Can’t… stop… Coming, I’m comi—NGH!! ♡♡"

Sparks flare behind clenched eyelids. Strength drains, but I force the tremors down—sweat trails my neck. Mission accomplished.

"Haa… haa… Fuck… This is—really bad…"

The station announcement jolts me—I lost track of time, and now my legs are useless. Knees trembling, thighs slick. If I try to stand, I’ll collapse.

"—!?"

A stranger’s hand suddenly locks around my waist. I twist to see a suit-clad man staring down at her—no, me—with cold detachment.

"I saw everything you did on this train."

His whisper slithers into my ear. Every flick of my fingers. Every stifled moan. The hand under my skirt.

…Ah. A molester. He thinks he’s caught her—some shy girl he can extort.

A laugh threatens to burst out, but I contort it into a "frightened gasp."* My chest burns with excitement. Stupid fuck. He doesn’t realize this body’s mine now. He expects tears, resistance—anything but—

I duck my head, lips twitching. "…So?"

The man flinches, then digs his fingers into my thigh, yanking me against him. "…Shut up."

Hah. He’s actually threatening me. But fear’s irrelevant—this vessel is mine. Molest it all you want. Hell, I’ll enjoy it for her. Getting groped by strangers? Another perk of possession.

His hot breath sears my neck as he roughly palms my chest through the blouse. Ah—so this is what assault feels like. Not like touching myself—this is raw, violent pleasure—

I’ll humor him for now.

"…Nh… Heh."

Biting back a grin, I shrink into "helpless" trembling. His grip tightens, crushing soft flesh.

"…Not even fighting back?"

His scoff drips with suspicion, but I’m too busy studying his reflection. This salaryman—he’s really doing it. Normally, a girl would be sobbing by now.

I whimper, "I’m… scared…"

Pathetic. But acting’s easy, especially while his nails scrape my hardened nipples through the bra. Ah—being manhandled hits so much harder than touching myself—sharp, unpredictable jolts racing down my spine.

He undoes his belt. Damn, straight to business? The train plunges into a tunnel, and his hand slithers beneath my skirt.

"Nn—!"

His icy fingers hook my panties aside, stroking bare skin—drenched by now. "The fuck… You’re soaked."

I am? Before I can process it, he drives two fingers in, rough.

"Ah—! S-Stop, that’s too—!♡"

I recoil—only saved by clinging to the strap. The assault continues, deeper, as the train rattles on—neither of us caring who might see.

"Ahhn… ngh…! D-Deeper…!♡"

I make sure my gasps sound convincingly desperate, rewarding the bastard’s confidence. With every slick thrust of his fingers, my hips buck automatically. Shit—this is nothing like touching myself. Nothing.

His free hand yanks my bra down, rolling my nipple between rough fingers. Torn between two violent pleasures, my vision flickers—forcing back laughter. You think you’re violating her? Joke’s on you. I’m loving this.

"—Mmgh! I-It’s inside so… deep…!"

Overdramatic tremors rock my body, but the heat flooding my core isn’t faked. His knuckles rake that sweet spot—fuck, I’m close. My nails dig into his forearm, begging without words.

He hisses, "Keep. Quiet."

Yeah, yeah. Getting caught’s bad for both of us—but I can’t help the way my clit throbs, demanding more.

"Nn! S-Stop… please…!"♡

—Not a chance.

Fake protests, real movement. My hips grind into his hand, greedily taking his fingers deeper. The warmth of his palm against soaked panties? Bliss. The danger, the shame? Even better.

Then—shit. A high school girl * stares* from my left. Aw, fuck. Too close.

The man notices too—his thrusts slow, swapping brutality for precision. His thumb grinds my clit.

God damn—is he a pro?

"Ah! Ah—! T-They’ll see…!♡"

I pant, locking eyes with the girl. She flushes—looks away.

Thank fuck—

"HYAUGH—?!♡"

His fingers suddenly hilt inside, punching out a broken moan. Fuck—fuck—! My vision whites out. He doesn’t even care about witnesses now, pistoning relentlessly—

"—Haah! AH—! C-Coming—! I’m—!"

My back arches. The train’s rhythm, his hand—everything snaps.

I come—hard—fingers tangled in his sleeve, shaking.

Goddamn. Talk about perks.

"Nngh—!♡"

His fingers shove in deeper, sending an electric jolt up my spine—usual girls might be trembling in fear, but not me.

——’Cause guess what? I used to be a guy.

I hijack girls’ bodies specifically for pleasure like this.

"Haah… touch me somewhere worse…♡"

My whisper ghosts against his ear. He hesitates—like a goddamn amateur—but keeps groping my chest with half-assed strokes.

Pathetic.

"Hey… don’t you actually wanna rape me?"

His hand freezes. Oh? Big talk earlier, now he’s scared?

This fake-molestation game? Privilege of possession. No real girl could pretend resistance while drowning in ecstasy—but I can. The ultimate perversion my old male self never imagined.

"Maybe I’ll… skip class today."

I tug his tie, pitching my voice saccharine.

"I want… more bad things…"

His Adam’s apple bobs—lmao, this salaryman’s brain is short-circuiting.

The train stops. Doors slide open.

I squeeze his wrist, breath hot: "Bathroom. Now."

Dragging an office worker to debauchery before clock-in? Deliciously twisted.

—Perks of possession. Ruining lives is part of the fun.

"Come on…"

I flip my skirt, flashing slick thighs. Classic move.

Behind me, his breath hitches—oh, he’s done for.

Girls’ bodies? Deadly weapons.

"Make me beg for it… please?"

Final nudge. I’d let him take me on the station stairs. Not my body, not my consequences.

The thrill? Unmatched.

——

The click of a locked handicap stall door. His body slams mine into the wall, shared panting turning the cramped space sweltering.

"You’re… fucking depraved," he rasps. "Fingering yourself on the train, then begging for it—"

A shiver wracks me—hell yeah I am.

This is all a borrowed body.

"Nhaa…! ‘Cause I—nngh—wanna be ruined by your dick…!♡"

Girly moans spill effortlessly. Still surreal. His grip yanks me onto his fingers.

"Gonna wreck this stupid little cunt raw. Take it."

”Stupid little—” LMFAO.

Most girls would sob—I’m dripping.

"Ah! Yes—!♡ Your—ngh—big cock’s grinding my womb…!"

Filth pours from lips that aren’t mine. His hips slam home—Fuck yes. How many men dream of feeling this?

——Worth every possession.

His rough hands tangled in my twintails as his teeth sank into my nape.

"A slutty college girl like you… has no right to complain when she gets raw creampies, huh…?"

Pain and pleasure collided, frying my brain—but the most intoxicating part was—

"Hahh…! Yeah, I'm just… just a dumb student, but I'm about to cum on your bare cock…♡"

Purposely degrading myself made his expression twist even more. Just when I thought he'd balk, his thrusts turned vicious.

"Goddamn brat… fucking ruining—ahh—"

'Ruining'?! Who even talks like that mid-fuck? My body arched, my swollen clit rubbing his pubic bone, making my vision whiten.

"Ah—nnh! Y-Your… raw cock grinding—nngh—gonna pump me full… breed your molestation baby in me…♡"

The more nonsense I screamed, the wilder he got. Rawdogging a stranger's hijacked body in a public bathroom? Peak depravity.

I couldn't—wouldn’t—stop.

He suddenly wrenched my leg up, pinning me against the wall—then spun me around, forcing my hands onto the handicap railing.

"Ngh…! From be—hah—hind…?"

His breath scalded my neck as his grip bruised my hips. Normally I'd flinch—but this was her body. A body that welcomed violation, grinding back against him.

"Oi… you're—fuck—actually thrusting…?" His voice strained.

"Because…♡" I moaned, shamelessly arching as my hands gripped the rail. "Your dick's… pounding my—ahh!—pussy so deep…"

Footsteps passed outside—someone leaving the next stall. Locked or not, the risk sent heat coiling tighter.

"Nh…! We'll… get caught…♡"

He snarled at my ear, hips slamming harder:

"You want that, don't you? Letting everyone hear—hngh—this cunt getting wrecked by some old man?"

"Ahiiee♡! M-Maybe…!"

Her voice. Her body. Yet I was the one screaming—

—this hijacked girl, ruined in a public stall—

"Deeper…! Nail my—ah!—womb…♡"

Another thrust jolted me. His fingers dug into her hips as his pace turned desperate. I’m close—this borrowed body burning like it’s mine—

The salaryman's grip turned brutal, hips pistoning at a frenzied pace. My forehead pressed against the bathroom tiles as I drank in every depraved sensation—his cock throbbing inside a stolen womb, the illicit heat of a stranger's cum flooding me.

"Ah… ahn! Your—ngh!—cock's twitching… deep…!"

His fingers pinched my clit ruthlessly, sending seismic tremors through my hips.

God—some random office drone is making an unwitting hijacked girl come like a bitch.

Criminal. Irresistible.

"Gonna make you—fuck—squirt, you filthy cunt!"

His voice cracked, his sweat-drenched dress shirt clinging to my back. The steamed mirror reflected her—me—flushed face, ruined twintails, dumb greedy mouth drooling…

"Hah… Cumming, cumming… Pump your—ah!—filth riiiight into my—"

His final thrust slammed home.

THUD—!

A visceral jolt—then scorching heat flooding my stolen core.

"NNHAAAAA!! ♡♡♡"

Her voice shattered. My knees gave out, his arms the only thing stopping my collapse against the wall. The aftershocks—liquid fire radiating from my overstuffed cunt…

Ah… So this is it. A girl's climax— owned, violated, claimed —by a stranger's seed.

"Fuck… I really came inside you…"

The man muttered in disbelief as he pulled out, and I couldn't help but grin. That's right, old man. You just raw-dumped your load into some college girl's womb.

His thighs wobbled slightly as he slumped against the wall, staring at the thick streams of cum leaking down my—no, this girl's— inner thighs. The bathroom mirror reflected my face—glasses slightly fogged, lips parted, eyes glazed with fully-stolen satisfaction.

Meanwhile, the nervous way his hands trembled while tucking himself back in? LMAO. Dude was legit regretting this now.

I tilted my head, pitching my voice into faux panic:

"…What if I get pregnant…?"

His face froze.

"Hey… you're joking, right?"

His voice cracked, pathetic desperation setting in. "…Oh god, you're not on the pill."

I bit my lip, letting my eyes mist over before shaking my head. "I… just finished my period…"

Bold-faced lie. I had no clue about her cycle—but that’s the beauty of stolen bodies. Lie as hard as you want.

He went pale, stammering: "I—I should… take responsibility—"

Seriously? Dude went from molestor to morally devastated in seconds. What a waste of a predator. Fine, I'll throw him a bone.

I flashed a wide, forgiving smile:

"Just kidding~ I'm totally fine with this."

"Why…?"

His confusion was priceless.

There is no reason.

—After all, it's not even my body to be angry about.

But hey—why not play along?

Lowering my voice, I leaned in, breath tickling his ear:

"Because… you made me feel so fucking good."

His eyes bugged out.

Gotcha.

As his gaze drifted back to the mess between my thighs, I giggled, hooking two fingers to spread myself open.

"I don't even know your name, so it's not like I can report you… Unless…"

—I let my smirk turn wicked.—

"…you wanna knock me up in here again someday? ♡

His face twisted—half disbelief, half depraved interest. LMAO, he's actually considering it. Men really are this easy, huh? And here I get to laugh as an outsider in her skin.

"W-We could… swap numbers?"

His cheeks flushed scarlet. Oh wow—dude genuinely wants to keep this going.

—Too bad, old man.

This body’s just a rental. Even if I gave him a contact, I might never possess her again. Not that he’d ever grasp that.

I chirp "Sure~", trading digits before unlocking the stall, savoring the wet heat still dripping down her thighs as I stride out—

"Bye-bye, molester-san~"

His stammered reply gets drowned by the station noise.

One last glance at the mirror—was that a smirk on my borrowed lips? Nah… Definitely not my imagination.

The twintail girl’s reflection grins back.

—Guess I’m keeping her a little longer.

Plenty of time left today.

Who’s next?♡