The Final Night Before Modification
Contrary to the Manager's threat to drag her straight to the modification training room, the place Heo Seong-ah arrived at was her own room. On the eve of her final transformation into female livestock, she was granted a period of comfortable rest. Why the sudden courtesy? The Manager was notoriously capricious, his actions impossible to predict. Her mind flooded with terror, Heo Seong-ah tossed and turned endlessly in the cramped space, unable to sleep.
"Huuu..."
No matter how she shifted in the room's structurally uncomfortable pose, only a sticky unease lingered. She finally gave up on lying down and sat with her buttocks pressed to the floor, but the discomfort persisted. The ceiling was too low to stretch her legs and stand.
"Huuua..."
As the clammy sensation dragged on, stress built into irritation. With no outlet for her rage, she felt like she might go mad.
"Kkuhuk..."
The restraint suit binding her body from the neck down was a major source of stress. She'd barely noticed it during training, but the black latex suit's lining was coated in a slimy fluid that never dried without air circulation. Every slight movement rubbed it into her skin, spreading revulsion. And the hand restraints... The extra-thick latex not only immobilized her fingers but blocked all sensation. Clenching a fist or bending them yielded nothing. The same went for every part encased in the suit. Even when she writhed and her back hit the blunt metal ring, or when she jerked and slammed her shoulder into the concrete wall... even when she punched herself to provoke feeling... there was truly nothing, a chilling void.
"Huuu..."
It was like becoming a living doll. A pussy house with a will of its own—an onahole existing solely for men's lust. Unable to masturbate, touch her body, or even handle basic bodily functions on her own.
"Kkuuk..."
Was there a more wretched existence in the world?
"Nooo..."
Deprived of all tactile stimulation, her senses fixated on hearing and smell. She'd ignored it before, but her unwashed body reeked with a musty stench. Others might call it an arousing female livestock scent, but to Heo Seong-ah, it was humiliatingly foul.
"Huu... hu..."
Every breath filled her mouth with the fishy tang of semen. She hadn't brushed her teeth once since entering the Shared Property Facility. The more she dwelled on it, the more irritated and grimy she felt.
"Haa..."
Her sweat-soaked face felt frozen. Strands of hair clung itchily to her forehead and cheeks—she desperately wanted to brush them away, but her bound hands made it impossible.
"Sireuuu..."
Alone, she could do nothing.
"Huuuk..."
After much self-recrimination and writhing, Heo Seong-ah finally fell asleep.
Morning came. Hearing the bustle of livestock hurrying for roll call, Heo Seong-ah stirred. She tried to join them in the hallway for waiting pose, but the Manager entered first, gently stroking her head.
"B62."
"Yesss..."
"Did you rest comfortably through the night?"
"Yes, Manager..."
Truthfully, she'd writhed all night until passing out from exhaustion... but it was the most peaceful sleep she'd had in ages.
"Good. I'm glad you spent your final night in the Shared Property Facility happily. We'll head to the training room right after roll call."
"Yes, Manager..."
"Just rest obediently until then."
"Pardon? Yes..."
From B1 onward, the roll call officer's voice boomed through the stuffy underground hallway, slowly naming the female livestock. Normally, she'd wait in the hall with legs spread wide horizontally, but now Heo Seong-ah sat leaning against the wall, quietly waiting for them all to leave.
10 minutes... 20... 30...
After the last footsteps faded, the Manager yawned hugely and stepped out first.
"Alright, time to go. B62, come out."
"Yes, Manager..."
Heo Seong-ah crawled out on all fours like an animal. She craned her neck upward as if begging, and the Manager chuckled, clipping a leash to her collar.
"You've become a perfectly obedient female livestock. Excellent."
"Thank you. It's all thanks to you, Manager."
"Haha!"
The Manager burst into hearty laughter at the obvious flattery.
"It's truly a shame I have to send you off after modification. If I could, I'd amputate your limbs and keep you as my personal onahole at home."
"Ah... ugh... I-I'm sad too..."
To say such a thing so casually with a laugh... It sent chills down her spine; he seemed fully capable of it.
"Hmm..."
The Manager's steps halted abruptly as they walked the hall.
"B62."
"Yes."
"What are you sad about?"
"Y-Yes...?"
"You just said you were sad yourself. What exactly?"
"Th-that's..."
The Manager latched onto her thoughtless words with probing questions. Brain freeze hit Heo Seong-ah; she bit her lip, hesitating.
"Are you sad you can't become my onahole?"
"Pardon? Y-yes, exactly... So sad..."
It was the scripted response. She forced a beaming smile, feeding him what he wanted to hear.
"In that case, how about I report to my superiors and make you truly mine?"
"Pardon...?"
"If a female livestock wills it, it's possible. I'll fetch the papers—you just sign."
"P-Pardon...?"
Obviously a blatant lie. Female livestock had no rights, no choices; even if they did, the owner's preference trumped all. So why say it? To probe her heart one last time. Was her obedience mere acting, or had she truly accepted her fate as female livestock?
"Th-that's..."
"Is it worth agonizing over? You said you were sad not to be my onahole."
"W-well... hng..."
Her mind spun. This wasn't empty words anymore... Her answer might actually turn her into an onahole.
"Hic... haa..."
Being sold as livestock was humiliating enough... but limbless, reduced to a sex-obsessed blob for life? She'd rather die. Truly... worse than death.
"Kkuk... hng..."
Heo Seong-ah whimpered, stalling on an answer. The Manager waited silently, but it seemed he'd wait forever without one.
"B62."
After a tense silence, the Manager spoke first—his tone laced with fury, unlike before.
"Ack!"
His strong grip seized her hair, yanking her upper body upright.
"B62."
"Ye-yes..."
Tears streaming down her grimaced face, the Manager's loomed inches away, blocking her view. His breath felt disgustingly invasive.
"I'm truly disappointed."
"Hic... b-but..."
"Making excuses again? Haa, I thought you'd become an obedient female livestock, but it was all an act."
"N-no, that's not..."
She wanted to say anything. But what?
"Enough. I'm deeply disappointed."
"I'm sorry... hng..."
"B62, I planned to go easy for your final training, but no. You'll get the full regimen. Prepare yourself."
"Hng... yes..."
The last training was for the "hands"—using her freely movable limbs to service a man's cock and milk semen. But for Heo Seong-ah, who rejected becoming livestock, something far harsher was needed.
"B62, you've acted obedient well on the surface. Now I'll make that act real."
"Pardon...?"
"Whether you like it or not, body and soul—you will become female livestock."
"Hngk..."
The words alone terrified her... Imagining what came next made her want to piss herself in fear.
"No more talk needed. We're going to the training room now."
"Auk!"
The Manager dragged her by the hair down the hall.
"Aaaaah!"
Heo Seong-ah screamed as her body skidded behind. She wanted to beg forgiveness, apologize desperately... but the moment they entered the training room, a ball gag filled her mouth, and she was bound, helpless.