r/FemaleToMalePossessRP

My girlfriend keeps calling me and the three of us just laugh as we ignore it. Why am I cheating on my girlfriend with these two complete strangers? And what do I mean by "taking turns" with "this body"?

I was at the family BBQ, keeping mostly to myself like I always did at these things. My cousin Liora was there, looking as pretty and popular as ever with her blonde hair and that effortless hot-girl energy. But I knew the real her. Underneath the surface she was always into weird occult stuff, eccentric, a little creepy when you caught her alone talking about rituals and “hidden knowledge.” We were close in age, me a bit older, and we’d always been friendly, but I’d always kept some distance because of how odd she could be.
She caught my eye from across the yard and smiled that strange little smile of hers, then came over with two drinks.

“Rowan, come with me for a second,” she said, handing me one. “I found something in the attic I want to show you. Family history stuff. It’s in my room.”
I hesitated, but it was family and the BBQ was loud. I followed her inside to the room she was staying in for the weekend.

Once the door was closed and locked, she turned to me with that excited, slightly unhinged look she got when she was deep into one of her occult phases.
“Trust me,” she said. “This is going to be amazing.”

She had everything ready. I didn’t notice the nanobots she must have slipped into my drink until it was too late. Then she pulled out the helmet she’d hidden.
Before I could stop her, she put it on.

Her body slumped onto the bed, completely unconscious.

A sudden rush hit me like ice water down my spine.
My body moved on its own.

“HOLY FUCK IT WORKED!” my voice burst out, loud and shocked in a way that wasn’t me at all. “It actually worked. I’m in his body. This is insane.”

What the fuck? Liora? Get out of my body right now!

My hand reached out and poked her unconscious cheek. Then it poked her arm, squeezed her shoulder like I was checking the feel of it.

“Never seen myself from the outside before,” my voice said with a small, amazed laugh. She made me turn toward the mirror on the wall and poke my own reflection, squeezing my chest and arms. “This is so weird. I look different when I’m not the one moving everything.”

She kept testing for another minute, moving my fingers, rolling my shoulders, checking how her original body felt from the inside while she controlled me completely. After a moment my voice spoke again, lower this time and almost playful.

“I guess he’s not awake… hehe.”

My hands went to the hem of my shirt. I tried to stop them. I focused every bit of my mind on keeping my arms still, on not letting this happen. Nothing worked. My arms lifted on their own and pulled the shirt up over my head. The fabric brushed against my skin as it came off. He tossed it onto the chair.

No. Liora, don’t. This is my body. Stop stripping me!

My hands went to my pants next, unbuttoning and pushing them down along with my underwear. I stepped out of them without wanting to. Now I was standing there completely naked while my hands started exploring.

My fingers wrapped around my cock, stroking it slowly at first, then with more curiosity. It hardened quickly under the touch.

“Whoa…” my voice said, low and fascinated. “This feels so different. Having a dick is wild. It’s getting hard so fast. The sensitivity is crazy when I do this.”
My other hand reached back, squeezing my ass, then sliding between my cheeks to explore there too. My hands moved over my chest, my abs, then back to my cock, stroking more deliberately while she kept talking through my mouth.

“It feels so good to be in a guy’s body,” my voice said with that mischievous edge. “Everything’s heavier. Stronger. This cock… it reacts to every little touch. I should’ve done this years ago.”

Stop! This is wrong. You’re my cousin. Get out of my body! I can feel everything but I can’t stop you!

My hands kept going anyway. One stayed on my cock, stroking in slow, experimental motions while the other played with my balls, then reached back again to my ass. She made me turn in the mirror, checking out my own body from every angle like he was discovering something new.

After a few more minutes of that, my body walked over to the bed where Liora’s unconscious form was lying. My hands started stripping her clothes off, her sundress from the BBQ, then her bra and panties. I felt my fingers on her tits, squeezing and lifting them, then sliding down to her ass, spreading her cheeks and exploring between her legs.

DON’T GET ANY IDEAS!

“My body is so soft,” my voice said, almost in awe. “So… This is what it feels like to touch a girl from within a guy’s body. No wonder they love to feel us up. Everything feels different from this side.”

My fingers kept touching her, her tits, her pussy, her ass, while he commented on every sensation through my voice. Then he positioned her on the bed, spreading her legs.

My cock was hard. She made me climb over her unconscious body and push inside.

I felt every inch, the tight, wet heat of my cousin’s pussy gripping my cock as he made me thrust into her. Slow at first, then deeper.

No! Liora, stop! You are my cousin! I can feel my cock into you… pull out! This is wrong!

My hips started moving on their own, thrusting into her unconscious body while my voice moaned through my mouth.

“Oh fuck… no wonder men love sex so much… I should’ve possessed my cousin years ago…”

The thrusting built steadily. My hands gripped her hips, then her tits, squeezing while I fucked her. Every sensation was overwhelming, the tight grip around my cock, the way her body moved slightly with each thrust, the wet sounds filling the room. She kept going, faster, deeper, using my body like it was made for this.

I could feel the orgasm building against my will. The pressure in my balls, the way my cock throbbed inside her. I tried to fight it. I tried to stop my hips. Nothing worked.

When it hit, it was intense. My body shook as I came inside my cousin’s unconscious body, thick and deep while she made me keep thrusting through every pulse. “Ouuughhh fuck!” My voice moaned, loud.

No… fuck. You came inside. You…

My body stayed there afterward, still buried inside her, while my voice spoke again through my mouth in that same excited, satisfied tone.

“That was… wow. First time feeling that from this side. Your body really went off.”

I was still trapped inside, horrified at what had just happened. My body had just been used to fuck and cum inside my unconscious cousin, and I couldn’t do a single thing to stop it. I could only lie there in my own head and feel the aftermath while she kept control.

I was walking across the quad after my last class when she approached me again. Same girl from a few days ago, cute in a messy, intense way, but there was something off about the way she looked at me. Like she already knew things about me she shouldn’t.

I gave her the same polite answer I had before. I had a girlfriend. I wasn’t interested. She didn’t get upset. She just smiled, pulled a piece of wrapped candy from her bag, and held it out.

“Here. For turning me down so nicely. It’s an apology candy.”

I didn’t want to be rude, so I took it. I ate it on the way back to my dorm without thinking much of it.
A few hours later, I was alone in my room when it started.

It hit suddenly. One second I was scrolling on my phone, the next my body stood up on its own. My hands moved without me telling them to, sliding down my stomach and under the waistband of my sweats.

“Hah… the nanobots worked again. I’m him… his body feels amazing.”

The words came out of my mouth before I could stop them. My voice sounded different, lighter, almost excited in a way I never was.

I blinked, confused for a second, then shrugged it off. I guess I’m just really pent up today, I thought. All the stress from midterms and trying to balance everything… maybe my body’s just telling me what it needs.

My hands kept moving. They pushed my sweats and boxers down and wrapped around my cock. I started stroking slowly, almost experimentally, like I was learning how it felt for the first time.

“Fuck… it’s so warm. And it gets hard so fast. I can feel every little twitch.”

My voice kept talking as my hand moved. I should’ve been weirded out by how much I was narrating to myself, but it felt natural. Like I was just finally being honest about how good it felt.

I sat on the edge of my bed and kept going, slower than I usually did when I jerked off. My other hand slid up under my shirt and played with my chest, pinching a nipple. The sensation made my hips jerk.

This feels really good, I thought. I don’t usually take my time like this. Maybe I should do this more often.
My voice moaned softly.

“His cock is leaking already. So sensitive. I wonder how many times I can make it cum today.”

I kept stroking, building it up slowly. When I finally came, it was harder than usual. Thick ropes landed across my stomach and chest. I sat there breathing hard, hand still loosely around my cock.

That was… intense, I thought. I needed that. I’ve been so wound up lately.

But my body didn’t stop. My hand kept moving, slower now, working through the sensitivity. It almost hurt, but I didn’t pull away.

My voice laughed quietly.

“Not done yet. We’re just getting started.”

I stood up and walked over to my closet without deciding to. My hands started pulling off the rest of my clothes until I was completely naked. Then I grabbed a pair of loose shorts and a thin t-shirt — way less than I would normally wear to walk across campus.

It’s warm out, I told myself. And I’m just feeling really free today. Like I don’t care what anyone thinks for once.

I left my dorm like that. No shoes. Just the thin shirt and shorts. The breeze felt good against my skin. I walked across campus toward the off-campus apartments where that girl lived, and the whole time my hand kept drifting down to adjust myself or rub through the shorts.

People stared. I knew they were staring. But instead of feeling embarrassed, my voice just murmured under my breath.

“Let them look. His body looks good like this.”

By the time I reached the apartment building, I was half-hard again. I knocked on the door of her friend’s place. A girl I vaguely recognized from around campus opened it. She looked surprised to see me, then smirked when she saw how I was dressed.

“Is that you in there Maya?” she asked with a smirk.

My voice answered smoothly.

“Yeah. His body feels amazing right now. I thought you might want to help me with it.”

The girl’s eyebrows shot up, but she stepped aside and let me in. There was something knowing in her expression, like she’d been expecting this.
She led me to the living room. I sat on the couch without being told to. My legs spread a little on their own. My hand was already resting on the bulge in my shorts.

The girl sat next to me, close. Her hand reached over and rested on my thigh.

“So… he’s really letting us play with him?” she asked.

My voice answered before I could think.

“Yeah. Do whatever you want with him. He has no idea. I want to feel it all.”

She didn’t hesitate. Her hand slid into my shorts and wrapped around my cock. I was already hard again. The touch made my hips buck slightly.

“Fuck… that feels so good,” my voice groaned. “His dick is so sensitive right now. Keep going.”

She started stroking me slowly, watching my face. I could feel how wet I was getting at the tip, how every stroke sent sparks up my spine.
“You’re really into this, huh?” she said, speeding up a little.

My voice laughed, light and almost mean.

“You have no idea. I’ve been waiting to feel this body like this for so long. And now I get to watch him fall apart while you touch him.”

She kept stroking, twisting her wrist on the upstroke. I was already close again. My breathing got heavier. My hips started moving into her hand.

When I came the second time, it was messy. I came across her hand and my own stomach, hips jerking as my voice let out a long, satisfied moan.
But she didn’t stop.

Her hand kept moving, slower now but still stroking through the sensitivity. It almost hurt, but my body didn’t pull away.

“Haha… look at that. Already cumming again and you’re still hard,” she said, sounding amused. “What’s the matter? Can’t control it?”

My voice answered for me, low and teasing.
“He can’t. He literally has no fucking control. Keep going. I want to see how many times we can make him cum.”

She didn’t let up. Her hand kept working me through the overstimulation, and every time I thought I couldn’t take any more, another orgasm built anyway. I came a third time with a broken sound, my whole body shaking. Cum dripped down her fingers and onto my shorts.

My voice kept talking the whole time, excited and cruel.

“God, he’s so easy. Look at him twitching. He’s trying so hard not to cum again but his body just keeps giving in. This is what happens when you reject someone and think you can just walk away.”

I was panting, vision blurry, cock still being stroked even though it was red and oversensitive. My mind was a mess of confusion and shame, but it kept supplying the same weak excuses.

This is just… something I needed, I thought hazily. I’ve been so stressed with school and my girlfriend and everything. I guess I’m just finally letting myself be selfish for once. She’d understand if she knew how much pressure I’ve been under.

The girl finally slowed down, but she didn’t let go. She just held my cock loosely, watching it twitch in her hand.

My voice spoke one last time, quiet but satisfied.
“We’re not done with this body yet. Not even close.”
I sat there on the couch, half-naked, covered in my own cum, breathing hard while my mind tried to make sense of everything that had just happened.
It’s fine, I told myself again. I just needed to blow off some steam. That’s all this was.

I had no idea someone else was still inside me, listening to every thought and already planning what to make me do next.