I Want to Be Used Like a Fuckrag
I wondered what would happen if I got on the subway with a body like this.
All the extreme subway rape fantasies I had only ever seen on a screen came flooding into my mind, one filthy image after another.
The most classic pattern started with an older woman murmuring, “Oh my, what an adorable little thing…” as she approached.
She would be wearing an office outfit with the top buttons undone, almost certainly over 170 centimeters tall, with breasts far larger than her head.
Every sentence would end with a soft, knowing “fufu…” and she would use her imposing frame to corner the boy against the wall.
Each time she took a step closer, I would retreat a little further, until my back pressed against the cold glass of the subway window and I realized I was already sweating.
It was exactly like a predator facing its prey.
Thinking I would be devoured if things continued like this, I raised both arms to shield my upper body. Instead, that very posture left my lower half completely exposed.
The woman didn’t miss the opening. She slid her knee between my legs, pinning me in place like claws sinking into helpless prey.
In other words, I had already bared my throat to the predator that had come to devour me.
From then on, every time the train jolted, my crotch would grind and rub against her thigh in rhythmic, humiliating thrusts.
The older woman would toy with the prey she had cornered in the corner of the carriage, pressing her massive body down on me.
Realizing it was far too late to run, I lifted my head to try speaking with her… only to find her enormous underboob filling my entire field of vision, replacing the ceiling.
And then she would say something like, “You shouldn’t be getting so hard in a place like this… Or would you like big sister to help you out…?” and the feast would begin.
If she was the type who loved to tease, she would smirk and say, “Did you really think I wouldn’t notice you staring the whole time?” before shoving my face deep into her cleavage.
Her fingers would tap and stroke the front of my pants, slowly coaxing me into full arousal.
With her left hand she would grip the back of my head, burying me completely in her massive breasts, while her right hand gently caressed my trapped crotch where it rested against her thigh.
Unfortunately, the older office-lady type usually peaked right around that point.
Because after the humiliating first orgasm, she would either vanish or immediately drag me to a hotel.
What came next was obvious. I would simply collect the allowance and snacks she gave me while getting fucked senseless all night long.
In other words, the subway was nothing more than a thrilling backdrop for that first meeting.
So the older office-lady type was out.
I had gone to the trouble of choosing the subway as the setting. Changing locations right after would feel like a total drift off-course.
What I truly wanted was the slut who barged onto the subway.
She would wear an obscenely short skirt that failed completely at hiding her underwear, a shirt so tight her bra was clearly visible, and almost certainly a mask while holding a smartphone.
Encounters like this were exciting right from the introduction.
A single slut would board an otherwise empty, peaceful subway car and sit down directly across from me.
She would spread her legs wide with a satisfied little comment about how nice and roomy it was, then fix her eyes on her phone.
I would make an awkward face at the sudden intrusion of a slut into my quiet ride, but there was nothing I could do about it.
After all, we were simply two passengers sharing the same train car… There was no reason for either of us to feel self-conscious.
But the real story would begin the moment I made a mistake.
Just looking straight ahead let me see her pure white, fluffy panties. A slight upward flick of my eyes and I was captured by the sight of her shirt that looked ready to burst.
Telling myself I shouldn’t stare at other people, I lowered my head, but the image of those snow-white panties and enormous breasts was already burned into my mind.
Then I would sneak another glance at her panties… lift my head just a little to stare at her chest and swallow hard.
And while pretending I hadn’t seen anything, I would try to look up at the ceiling—only to accidentally meet her eyes.
The slut, who had been staring at her phone, would let out a small snort of laughter, slip the device into her bag, and turn her full attention on me.
I would desperately look away to avoid being caught staring, but the instant she lifted her own skirt and began undoing the buttons of her shirt one by one… my sanity would crumble along with them.
The moment I squeezed my eyes shut to escape the situation, her voice would fill the empty car: “Pretending you didn’t see anything, you perverted little shit…”
Startled, I would open my eyes, but the situation would already be over. The slut who had been sitting across from me would now be standing right in front of me, mask pulled down, wearing a mischievous grin.
She would tell me that if I didn’t want to be socially ruined, I had to take my cock out right there and start jerking off. One step.
Then, while she made a scary face, I would suck her off—another step.
From there, moving to the station bathroom to begin the main event would be fine, but… I preferred the scenario where her friends boarded the train.
I thought the composition of looking up at three or so sluts, followed by a full-scale milking scene, was beautifully perfect.
In the sequel, I would become her slave, board the train with a toy lodged in my ass… or struggle to hold back my moans inside a car packed with passengers…
Just imagining it was intoxicating.
“…Hic.”
But both the tall, busty office-lady and the dream of a slut invading an empty subway had vanished beyond the horizon.
In the world I had reincarnated into, men and women were not allowed to ride the same train. Every subway fantasy I had just been dreaming about had been completely shattered.
“Who the hell came up with such an insanely twisted idea…”
It wasn’t simply a matter of separate men’s and women’s cars. The entire architectural design diverged from the start.
The key was in the ticket gates where you tapped your transportation card. The entrances for men and women split right there.
In simple terms, it was structured exactly like public restrooms inside the station. Separate women’s and men’s facilities, with completely different layouts and amenities inside.
And to prevent mistakes or any perverted behavior, the card itself determined gender. If you tried to enter the women’s subway, the gate would beep loudly, slam shut, and deny entry.
“It seems incredibly inefficient, expensive, and completely pointless…”
Coming from another world’s common sense, I simply couldn’t understand it.
“Huuuuh… Wait a second.”
Still, such inefficient systems were often implemented only after a major accident.
It was the kind of thing covered by the saying that all safety rules are written in blood. There must have been one hell of an incident in the past.
“Which means… there’s precedent?”
There was precedent.
The very things I had only fantasized about moments ago… had actually happened here.
And precedent meant that recreating the incident was not impossible.
Even if you installed every possible safety structure in a place where a fall had once occurred, you could never completely prevent it.
Because the root cause of falling—gravity—was something humans could never control.
So if someone decided, ‘I’m going to fall and die here!’ there was nothing anyone could do.
If a person truly wanted to fall to their death, who could possibly stop them?
“…Oh.”
When I looked at it from a different angle, the whole world suddenly appeared transformed.
In this world, men and women had been completely separated so they could never ride the same subway.
Because putting men and women together in a narrow, enclosed space for hours was the same as locking them in a room where they couldn’t leave without having sex.
It wasn’t quite a room you couldn’t exit without sex… but it was a room where resisting the urge was nearly impossible.
“I see now… I finally understand how this world works.”
Men and women in this world could not share the same space.
And if that space was as narrow and sealed as a subway car, it became even more impossible.
Therefore, the spaces used by men and the spaces used by women were physically divided.
So what exactly was I supposed to do?
What must I do if I wanted to be raped as much as I desired and have my body used like a filthy cumrag?
The answer was simple… sneak into a space reserved exclusively for women and get caught for being a man.
But there was one major obstacle.
I could not be discovered as a man until I had already exposed my cock.
Just like the ticket gate had rejected me, the station staff might chase me out if they realized the truth.
“Crossdressing… I need to crossdress…”
In my previous life, with my tall and sturdy male body, this was something I could never have attempted.
Every time I read a femboy femdom doujin where the protagonist got fucked while dressed as a girl, I had thought it was pure fantasy.
But with this body, it might actually be possible. No… the result might even turn out prettier than most real women.
“Still… where am I supposed to get women’s clothes?”
Logically speaking, it would be extremely difficult for a man to obtain women’s clothing.
If even a public facility like the subway was separated so strictly, clothing stores would surely be the same.
So, just like the subway, men’s clothing stores and women’s clothing stores would be completely divided.
Therefore, buying them normally with money… was probably impossible.
“…I guess I have to steal them after all.”
There was also the option of picking up discarded clothes, but I didn’t want to choose that right now.
The moment the idea of stealing women’s clothes crossed my mind, an irresistible urge to just do it kept surging up.
Besides, the instant I noticed that the door to the apartment right next to my villa was left open, the thought of settling for discarded clothes completely disappeared.
“…”
I swallowed hard and grabbed the doorknob.
Then… breathing roughly, I opened the door.