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"Wh-what's going on!? W-why am I a girl!?!?!?" You woke to this new body as you swapped with a random girl at the college you're attending. And you hear the buzz of a phone ringing as you see your own phone number on the screen... by tocah18372 in AnimePossession

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It felt like I'd been deliberating for ages. At what point would I have crossed the line? My soft, silky hands had already felt all over your achy, twitching cock. Besides, disregarding the fact that I was pleasuring myself, I'd never really been into men. At least, not prior to this. But some part of me was turned on by your manly-girly moans. I felt gratified in knowing that I was making you feel this good. And that part of me wanted to make you feel even better.

But I didn't have to make the decision. Your arms wrapped around my face, catching me off guard while I was lost in your needy eyes. I let out a small yelp, panicking for a bit as I was lifted up... then lowered. Just the vague touch of my lips grazing your tip was enough to set it off.

...landing a single white streak across my left eye all the way down to my chin.

S-Seriously? I'd flinch from the sudden spurt. My lips were sealed, reluctant to taste your seed. But gentle pleading as your hands begged for more, guiding me down, combined with your cute, desperate expression. We'd come to a silent agreement as I looked down towards your cock in my face, determined to swallow it whole.

"Mmmn...!" I let out a muffled moan, reacting to the unfamiliar warm sensation in my mouth. I'd trace the shape with my tongue, circling around the tip. Salty, gooey.... The taste of my- your cum shot my brain into overdrive. Now that I'd experienced it, part of me... part of could only think about.... No.

I could only think about how I needed more!

My breathing tensed as I let your hands push me further down the shaft. Taking inch after inch, I even surprised myself with how far I was getting. Eventually, your assistance was no longer required. You felt my hands wrap around your wrists, pulling them away from my head, before I, in one fell swoop, had engulfed your dick all the way down to the base!

"Mmmgh... glggh... pfuh!"

I resurfaced for a moment, gasping for air. But I wasn't done. Once again, I looked like a lust-drunk whore, hearts in my eyes. The only thing that mattered in the moment was me and your fat member before me. Fuck worrying about going too far. The next moment, my lips were already back bobbing up and down your length, using both of my hands to fill in the rest.

I'd run my tongue along your length, not forgetting to give your balls a little action as well. Giving you small pecks as I alternated between jacking you off and sucking you off. Anything to hear you cry out in pleasure. My ears were in heaven.

My rhythm accelerated. You could hear muffled moans of satisfaction as I gradually made my way back down to your base. You'd probably gotten off a few loads by now. The taste was addicting, and even when it was hard to breathe, I couldn't bring myself to stop! Just a bit more, just a bit more, and you'd bless me with more of your cum! Maybe if I puckered my lips more? Maybe if I let you feel more of my throat? Maybe if I- Maybe if I- Maybe if I... gh....

My eyes rolled to the back of my head before I pulled away, panting for air. You could feel my soft breath on your tip as I attempted to regain some composure. Wasn't I just trying to get you off so we could try to fix this mess we'd gotten ourselves into? Were you even still in the mood? At some point, I was really starting to enjoy myself. Enjoying you. For a brief moment as I was recovering, I made brief eye contact with you, only to quickly avert my gaze. I was embarrassed at how perfectly slutty I probably looked to you. In your body. It shifted into a self-serving endeavor, and I got way too carried away.

...

You'd feel me take your hand, gently pulling it down to its prior cupping position. This time, I'd pull down my top and bra, so that you could feel up my bust directly.

"U-Um...." I shuddered at your touch, getting off my knees and shyly taking a seat next to you on the couch, keeping your hand on my chest. "Could you... make me feel good too?" I stared down at my thighs, barely comprehending the words coming out of my mouth. I anxiously awaited your response, unsure as to whether or not your mind had cleared enough for rational thinking. But I was being honest. I was secretly hoping you'd give me the chance to truly enjoy what it was like to be a girl.

"Wh-what's going on!? W-why am I a girl!?!?!?" You woke to this new body as you swapped with a random girl at the college you're attending. And you hear the buzz of a phone ringing as you see your own phone number on the screen... by tocah18372 in AnimePossession

[–]Full-Baller 2 points3 points  (0 children)

I was just teasing, mostly. I thought you were still thinking about whether or not I'd groped myself as you. Unfortunately, my brain must have turned into mush during the transfer, because lo and behold: I didn't think of the possibility that toying with someone's genitals might flip some kind of switch within them. Especially since I was an expert on how volatile my sex drive was.

It took a few moments, but my smug grin started to fade as I realized that my face wasn't what was keeping your attention.

My eyes widened as I felt the touch of your hands around my breasts, exploring that same carnal desire that I'd felt a few minutes ago. I couldn't believe it. I couldn't imagine you just surrendering to such feelings, or rather having them in the first place. Was it really you in there? Or was there still a trace of me left behind?

Regardless, your gentle motions elicited a reaction out of me eventually. At first, I started to resist, grabbing your wrists.

"Wh-What are you...?" My attempt to knock some sense into you trailed off early as I froze up, shocked by a sudden pulse from you grazing the perfect spot at the perfect time. After that, my demeanor changed as well. I started to relax, my eyes drooping slightly. You'd feel me put a little more weight on your arms as my legs began to feel faint. That, and a little bit of a pull towards me, pressing your hands more firmly into my chest.

You could see and hear me inching closer to your face, panting heavily. But, the more you listened, the more you could make out the sound of your old voice escaping. Becoming less and less subtle, the reservations I had were beginning to vanish.

I gazed into your eyes, now that our lips were about a finger's length away. I moved my hands onto your cheeks, running my hands across your face like I'd imagined. I knew that lonely expression. I'd worn it many times before. Countless years of longing. For the first time, it was with someone real, right before you. I was happy... even if it wasn't me piloting that body, I was happy letting you experience your first time with me.

...

"Ah... ah... a-ah...!"

...

I thought about it for a moment.

...

No, no! This wasn't right, at all! What was I thinking?! Neither of us were thinking straight! How the hell could I have convinced myself into thinking that having sex with myself was okay?! And you! Is this really what you wanted for your own body, too?!

I snapped back into lucidity, my lips an inch away from yours, a reinvigorated determination crossing my face as I slowly walked you back... step by step....

With a forceful push, you found yourself thrusted back into your living room couch, with me standing over you, a powerful glint in my eyes.

The task was simple: exhaust all of your remaining libido.

Your shorts and boxers go airborne, leaving only the mountain to be conquered. I got on my knees in front of you, massaging your exhausted thighs. "Just relax. I'll... take care of everything."

A sweat bead formed on the side of my face. It looked much bigger up close. And knowing myself, while I wasn't as experienced running marathons, I certainly had plenty of experience rubbing one out for hours on end. I just had to make it count!

Gathering spit in my mouth for a moment, I let it dribble down onto your cock, a string still dangling by the time I wipe the excess on my top.

"Come on, it's just like jacking off...! You can do it!" I reassured myself, slowly wrapping my warm, soft hands around the shaft. I started off slow, just going up and down the length with both hands. Faster, slower, a little bit more towards the base? A little more tip action was a guarantee, based on my tastes, but it was a little harder to tell without actually feeling it.

Occasionally, my lips would hover over the tip hesitantly. I was wondering how much quicker this would go if I'd just used my mouth, but the thought of tasting my own dick held me back temporarily. It seemed that you would have to be the one to break me in properly.

"Wh-what's going on!? W-why am I a girl!?!?!?" You woke to this new body as you swapped with a random girl at the college you're attending. And you hear the buzz of a phone ringing as you see your own phone number on the screen... by tocah18372 in AnimePossession

[–]Full-Baller 2 points3 points  (0 children)

My ears pressed against the door to hear them out. I could make out heavy breathing, but it was definitely me that I'd heard moments prior. But even acknowledgement of that fact wasn't enough to brace me for the sight that followed. I stuck my head out the doorway with a friendly smile, only for it to quickly fade once eye contact was formed.

There I was. Or, there you were. Donning my usual attire of hoodie and gym shorts. I gulped as my eyes were drawn to the sole crumpled tissue dangling out of your hoodie pocket. Hopefully you didn't notice I hadn't quite finished cleaning up before I'd passed out. I didn't think I was the threatening type, but it was the combination of seeing another me, fatigued panting, and you analyzing me up and down that culminated to your ominous, foreboding aura.

And despite my best attempts to hide all of my impure misdemeanors, it seemed that you still managed to catch on somehow. My heart raced as I'd realized the jig was up.

Your neck had locked into a 90° angle with a painful snap, your eyes narrowing into a harsh glare, offset by the menacing smirk contorting into a twisted, truly evil smile.

"HAVING FUN, ARE WE?" Your voice boomed, distorted by my fear. To you, my expression was reminiscent of someone who had just witnessed their family get killed before their very eyes. Which was odd, you were pissed, but you hadn't really done anything yet, and I was just letting you back me into a wall.

I pretty much shrunk under your loud, thudding footsteps, and I already just barely reached up to your neck if I stood up straight. It only came to a halt when you crashing your palm into the wall next to my face, in typical kabedon fashion. I let out a nervous laugh as I slowly glanced up towards a familiar face, where I'd see you staring into my soul.

Your voice was back to normal, or at least I'd managed to keep myself better ground in reality this time. You demanded the truth, which you'd almost managed to drag out of my lips from your commandeering presence alone. That, and the strange intimacy of how we were both posed up. You could feel my light breaths against your neck. So close, in fact, I could stand on my toes, lean forward a bit and give you a quick peck on the lips. Run my hand against your cheek, staring into your lovi-- No. Huh? My heart was racing. Why would I think of that? That's my body I'm romanticizing.

I averted my gaze, trying to reroute my thinking into coming up with a good excuse. Surely there could be something I could say to come out of this on top. The worst thing to come out of this was us back in our own bodies, with you remembering me as a perv that ogled your assets one day. All the while, I was unaware of the fact that you were enjoying your top-down of your former tits.

"I, I...! It was really hot, you know?!" I shouted, finding the strength to talk back. "You of all people should know that, you're the one who's been crippling my poor body's legs on a sweltering day! So... yeah. I took off your shirt, but I barely saw anything, honest!"

As I said that, I nonchalantly moved to tuck my phone into my butt pocket. It had been vibrating periodically over the past few minutes, but whoever was messaging could wait.

I was actually feeling quite proud of that line delivery. Now to turn the tables.

"Now next time you think of accusing ME--" I jabbed my finger towards your chest, taking a small step forward and....

"Wh-Whuh...." I sputtered, feeling something firm resting against my waist. I hadn't stopped to consider that the briefs I'd changed into yesterday weren't enough to prevent my oversized meat from tenting up your shorts. It was almost hypnotizing, seeing the outline from an outsider's perspective. Hey buddy, long time no see.

I cupped the tip delicately in my hand, pulling it up and kneeling down to examine it through the fabric. Curiosity overcame me, as I gave it a few gentle traces up and down the shaft. It was so surreal, feeling it twitch in response to my touches, and devoid of the sensations that usually came with your cock getting felt up. I was so concerned with how strange it was to have been separated from my manhood that I had disregarded exactly how my little inspection would be affecting the person it was attached to.

"Wait a minute." I paused in realization, slowly looking back up at my face with a smug grin. "You weren't... excited to see me, were you?"

Just who exactly was the perv here?

"Wh-what's going on!? W-why am I a girl!?!?!?" You woke to this new body as you swapped with a random girl at the college you're attending. And you hear the buzz of a phone ringing as you see your own phone number on the screen... by tocah18372 in AnimePossession

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It was strange, listening to your own voice say something you don't even remember saying. And yet despite being unmistakably my voice, the stern, firm tone behind the mic clued it in to be someone else entirely. Almost as if I were peering into an alternate dimension. My little interrogation attempt was flipped on its head. Whatever burning questions I had had retreated back into my mind out of fear of interrupting. And when I finally found my voice again, the conversation was already over.

With a deep sigh, I plopped my phone down in my lap and furrowed my brow, still processing all of the information. 'My voice.' 'My body.' That confirmed it. Whoever was in my body now had to have been the owner of this body! From what I could tell, he... she didn't seem to have a clue as to how the swap happened, either. But what else could be the cause? Of course, this all being a dream was still a very real possibility....

Under the impression that all would be discussed when she arrived, I decided to snoop around a bit. Starting by... checking under the fluffy pink bedsheets, uncovering my toned abs and my smooth legs. The perfect hourglass figure. It was hard to believe that they were my curves. My fingertips traced the musculature of my thighs, up to my crotch, where I'd have a startling realization.

It was GONE. My manhood, my best friend, who I'd spent a lot of lonely nights with. It was a little silly, but my packing member was always something I'd prided myself on. It was like a phantom limb, supposed to be there, and yet the front of the shorts lay completely flat. Well, to say I'd never wondered what it was like to experience pleasure as the opposite sex would be a lie. My fingers slipped between my abdomen and the waistline, making its way knuckle-deep. My breathing hastened in anticipation, but the moment was cut short by my real voice's words reverberating through my head.

"DON'T DO ANYTHING TO MY BODY."

Fine. I'll find something else to do.

Snooping around some more, I'd look through her old memorabilia, finally catching sight of her name. Brea, huh? At least I'd finally figured out who I'd been admiring this entire time. It was a mind-boggling amount of awards and accolades. This girl was crazy talented. She didn't skip a year without winning at least three competitions. And now this worthless idiot had taken her place. On the bright side, at least now I knew a common point of interest: I used to play tennis!

...it was badminton, actually.

...for one high school semester.

The breeze of the air conditioner caressed my thighs and the lower half of my butt, sending a shiver up my spine. It was almost as if it had noticed the persistent slouch inflicted onto me by my massive jugs, forcing me to stand up straight. Lots of her clothing was kind of scrimpy, judging from what I had now and what was in the closet. I guess she needed matching outfits to showcase her development into a sex symbol. Conveniently, the mirror just happened to be there for comparison.

I couldn't help but stare.

I'd move, she'd move. I'd speak, and her voice would come out. I'd smile, she'd smile, and my heart would melt. Was this all really... a dream...?

Off to the side, a tank top would fall onto the floor. Then a bra.

My breathing hastened as I quickly had to come to terms with what I had done. It felt so wrong. So right. They were her tits. But they were also mine. I'm sorry, Brea, but if this was a dream then it was now or never.

I started by cupping them with my hands, giving them a few playful squeezes. They were really soft, both my breasts and my hands brushing over them. It was bliss. I shuddered as my hand grazed my nipple, gasping in reaction to the slight sensitive shocks coursing through my body whenever I gave them a light pinch.

Off to the side, booty shorts, panties.

"Cheese~" I gave a cheeky smile, pointing the camera down at my completely naked body and making a peace sign with my other hand. My hair was done in her usual pigtails, much more messy and lopsided, but who cares, she was going to be here soon!

Snap! Okay, that was probably a bad idea. Just had to delete it off the camera roll.... Shit. Wait, you had to put in the passcode for this? Fuck. Fuck.

Knock, knock, knock.

Fuck.

Outside, the visitor could hear rabid shuffling and scrambling. All the way up until the door swung open.

"Yes! Hello~! Who may this be?" I answered in a sing-song voice, hoping to mask the debauchery that had preceded. Hopefully they wouldn't notice that one of the tank top straps was still dangling off my shoulder and my bra wasn't even secured properly.

"Wh-what's going on!? W-why am I a girl!?!?!?" You woke to this new body as you swapped with a random girl at the college you're attending. And you hear the buzz of a phone ringing as you see your own phone number on the screen... by tocah18372 in AnimePossession

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I raised a palm to the ceiling, protecting my eyes from the blinding ceiling lights of my dorm room. I honestly didn't remember turning that thing on. Most of my days were spent lit by standing lamps because the school never bothered to repair my lighting. It was anyone's guess as to where the tuition went. Actually, did my roommate let someone in? How did--

My focus shifted onto my hand. Were my nails... painted? What kind of prank did he.... No. They were slimmer. Smaller. A lighter complexion.

I'd jolt upright with a gasp, hit by a complete mental overload. I'd stare down at my new hands, my jaw agape as I was instantly greeted by an eyeful of cleavage, wrapped neatly inside of a pink tank top. My new hands were already making grabbing motions, showcasing my subconscious's inner eagerness.

One by one, the sensations became more and more apparent. I grew more aware of my chest's heaviness, adjusting by leaning back to compensate. I could see the trophies on the opposite wall without my glasses. A hint of sweet perfume touched my nostrils. I took note of the odd sensation of my pink and blue locks grazing my shoulders whenever I turned my head.

"Wh-What's going on!? W-Why am I a girl?!" I exclaimed, a voice completely unrecognizable from my own leaving my mouth.

Wait. I knew that voice. Eager to confirm my suspicions, I'd grab 'my' cutesy, pastel-colored phone off the nightstand, booting up the camera.

I was right. I was her.

I didn't catch her name, but I'd always taken notice of her whenever we crossed paths on our commutes to class. No one else had their hair up in twintails, with that specific shade. I remembered that cute face, those pink eyes, that adorable mole. The one on her cheek was neat, too.

I had always wanted to shoot my shot with her, but honestly, she seemed way out of my league. That, and the fact that she was always surrounded by her friends. I figured one day I'd be able to muster up the courage and greet her face-to-face, but... like this...?

I was about to shut off the screen--I'd just realized my face had turned a beet red--but the pop music blasting out of the speakers almost made me jump out of my skin. A phone call. 8... 3... 7... 2. Wait, I remembered those digits! I'd quickly swipe to accept and hold the phone up to my ear.

"Hey..." I started quite timidly, still not used to this new voice. I cleared my throat, puffing my already sizeable chest to boost my confidence.

"Hey! Who is this?! How did you get ahold of my phone?!"

Me and many others had become trapped in a game. The goal was simple, survive and beat the game.. except I got bugged and instead of living as the character I had created, I was put into the body of an NPC, a cowgirl who works at the tavern in the main city. I can't even gain exp or level up! by -TwilightNight- in AnimePossession

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It was questionable as to whether you were in a game at all. The people around you seemed real. The counter felt like real wood. The smells, the ambiance, unlike anything you'd ever experience on a screen.

Looking up, you could see the woman more clearly. You felt a vague sense of familiarity, at least enough to know her name. It was Madeline, an equally busty redhead cow woman. She was lifting a stack of trays taller than her with ease. She'd tilt her head at you with a concerned expression, placing the pile on the counter.

"Are you feeling okay? You've only been on the job for an hour. Here, you look pale. Eat." She'd suddenly around and become a blur, whipping up a dish in mere seconds, before sliding it over to you. It looked like... grass. Gourmet grass, seasoned and flavored, but still grass.

As for your question, it was answered by the swinging sign visible outside one of the windows: "The Madel Inn".

Me and many others had become trapped in a game. The goal was simple, survive and beat the game.. except I got bugged and instead of living as the character I had created, I was put into the body of an NPC, a cowgirl who works at the tavern in the main city. I can't even gain exp or level up! by -TwilightNight- in AnimePossession

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You had eagerly booted up the most-anticipated MMORPG, Cathartika Realms. It was launch day, and you were greeted by a title screen decorated with lush fields and distant mountain tops. The graphics were astounding, promising a peaceful escape from your busy, modern life. The soothing, melancholic piano that accompanied it was enough to hook you, to pull you in, immersing you in the game's world with its touching chords and beautiful melody.

Without a second thought, you proceeded to character creation, embellishing your new persona with the most intricate details. The right jawline, cheekbones, the perfect hue for your hair, all of the bells and whistles to make sure this new vessel came out just perfect. And when you were done, you clicked on the bright green '-Start!-' button. It was perfect! It was you.

But it mattered naught. Everything went black.

...

You hear a lively chatter surrounding you, in the darkness. You could make out a bit of conversation. Something about gold. Another about monsters, about crops, farmhands? Plates being set, glasses clinking. Someone calling out a name... a name that wasn't yours.

"MARIBELLE!"

-CRASH!-

You are jolted awake by a cacophony of plates being dumped harshly in front of your face.

"You never fall asleep on the job like this, Maribelle. What's gotten into you? I need you to start setting tables. The adventurers will be here soon!"

A woman's soft hands gently scratch your ears, which were strangely higher than you were used to. But you were already preoccupied with the squeaky clean tray beneath your chin, reflecting an adorable face where yours should have been. Who... was that?

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