He can't resist

Another station ticks by and you continue to stare blankly off. You’re lucky you didn’t wear a dress. Imagine if this molester had an easy hem line to get under. His paws would be all over you. At least this way there’s some thin material between him and your firm ass. You feel the twinge again deep in your crotch. Your cheeks grow red as you think about that hard cock pressed on your ass. That shapely behind that concaved perfectly on the side. You imagine a cock that size sliding under that ass, it’s pussy’s wetness slicking the cocks side, lubricating it’s bulbous head. That wasn’t just any ass though, that was now your ass. You squelched the thought, as it continued to give you rippling shivers. You weren’t into dicks, you didn’t want to be penetrated as a man or a women. You blew some hair out of your face and tried to think about another topic. How the hell were you going to do this job? You knew the basics, organizing hours between employees, letting management know the results from each night and the tracking worksheets. Jane had discussed her responsibilities at great length. No, this was stupid, you’d never worked at a restaurant a day in your life.

Suddenly you realized, in your panic this morning, you hadn’t even figured out what day of the week it was. Sunday? You had gotten to sleep on a Saturday so it only made sense. You flashed the lock screen on your phone and read Friday off the top. Weird, had you gone forward in time? Seemed like such a strange day to land on. Alright, you knew what to do. You’d survive today then take the weekend to sort your life out. Maybe call some friends or go by your old flat. You should start to piece together some of Jane history these past couple years. If you were going to be here, you couldn’t just claim amnesia for all your mistakes. When Monday rolled around and you were still stuck in this dick less body, you’d call and take the week off. Jane probably had some annual leave left, right? Enough to survive until you at least had a plan.

The train came to a halt, it was one of the major stations and people started to stream off. As soon as the crowd ebbed a new crowd rushed on and you found yourself pressed against face first to the corner of the compartment. A crowd of bodies pressed around you, but one in particular aligned himself with your back. You felt the cock first, its warm shaft hard against your soft rear. The man from before had cornered you, pushing his whole weight against you. You looked over your shoulder making eye contact with the man. He leered down at your ass, completely ignoring your judging glare. Around him people faced away unaware of the predatory confrontation behind their backs. You felt his hot breath pressing down on your shoulders. He had huge hands, powerful and rough. You should have left the train, bolted as soon as you hit the next station. The seconds ticked forward. “Hey,” you started to raise your voice, about to shout for help or at least get someone else’s attention. He pulled his arm out from the crowd and clasped his hand over your mouth. He then put his other hand up to his lips, resting his full body weight on your ass. This close you could feel the cock’s tremendous girth, as he rubbed against you the mushroom head would ride up and down the crease of your leggings. Your eyes grew wide unaware of what he was going to do next. He had huge hands, powerful and rough. One held your mouth shut, your bright blue eyes popping out from over the top of it.

He had you pinned against a corner. You tried to wriggle out of his grip but only achieved rubbing against that hard cock. You were scared, you didn’t know what this guy could get away with and didn’t want to stay and find out. He was so much bigger than you, his tall slender form rising above you. You also felt a tickling sensation in your groin, your face grew flush like before. It shocked and disgusted you. Why was this body reacting to this? You should be horrified not horny. This man was assaulting you. But you still felt that hard cock, its heat radiating against your backside. You hated this man and were disgusted by the way he had been treating you, but you’d never felt something quite like that cock before.

He hooked a finger on the corner of your leggings and began to tug. You weren’t going to take this, you didn’t need to put up with this treatment just because of his size. You started to wiggle, forcing the man to press harder against you.