Idol's Public Toilet Training
What was going to happen to her?
Siyazaki walked along, her arms restrained, following the factory workers. The fact that she had become livestock remained unchanged. It was stark reality. The barcode etched into her lower abdomen stood out clearly. It wasn't a dream. She wanted to believe it was, but the stinging, throbbing pain in her lower belly wouldn't let her. And on top of that, she was being dragged along naked. It was hard to believe. Just yesterday, she had been Japan's top idol, and now she was in this state. Where had her fellow group members gone? At the very least, they were surely suffering something equally horrific.
After being led a long way, another building came into view. Once inside, it looked like a toilet facility.
"……A toilet?"
Whether she opened her eyes wide or squinted, it was a toilet. The workers thrust a contract at Siyazaki, who stared in bewilderment.
"Read it and sign. The quicker you sign, the better."
Looking at the contract as the worker spoke, Siyazaki fell into shock.
1. The undersigned, as property and livestock belonging to the government, dedicates herself as a public tool.
2. The undersigned has no human rights, and all rights to her body are determined by the government.
3. The undersigned wishes to serve society as a public toilet livestock.
All the above contents are by the undersigned's voluntary will, and she swears to uphold them clearly.
"…Wh-what the hell is this?"
Siyazaki dropped the contract in shock.
"Wh-why are you doing this to me?"
As Siyazaki shouted in defiance, one worker scowled and approached.
"We unlocked her voice, and she still won't listen."
"Told you we should've just ripped out her vocal cords."
"Nah, can't do that. We'll just lock it again for now."
Click.
A choking sensation tightened around her throat, and once more, no sound came out.
"Her voice was so pretty, nice to listen to."
One worker pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and sighed.
"Anyway, sign it quick. The longer this drags on, the more annoying it gets."
Tears streamed down her face at the thought of enduring this as a former idol. Seeing her expression, the worker glared with narrowed eyes.
"Wondering why you're in this mess?"
Siyazaki nodded. It made no sense.
"No real reason. His Excellency the Prime Minister wanted it, that's all."
"Can't wrap your head around it?"
Of course not. What had she done wrong to deserve this?
"Well, whining won't change anything, so just shut up and get your toilet training."
The worker yanked her collar and dragged her into the toilet-like building.
Inside, naked men stood with their cocks exposed.
"Newbie?"
"One we gotta train."
Siyazaki was thrown to the floor, and the men recognized her face, gasping in admiration.
"Whoa… that's her!"
"Who?"
"Yeah, it's Yuki's Siyazaki!"
The space buzzed at the arrival of the former idol.
"Perfect timing. We were training a pretty famous one here already. Now we've got a similar playmate."
Training? Who could it be? Her group member? But the figure before her wasn't a colleague—though a familiar face. They were the famous mother-daughter duo, the first livestock under the Livestock Law. Rumor had it a high-ranking politician's wife and daughter had applied themselves.
She sat naked atop something shaped like a toilet, legs spread wide in a degrading pose. A barcode like Siyazaki's marked her thigh, and "No. 2" was tattooed on her belly.
'……Is that what I'll become?'
It was horrifying.
"How's a famous idol's pussy taste?"
"I'm starting with her mouth."
The men ignored the bound Mitsuki and crowded around Siyazaki. In the cramped toilet-like space, she couldn't escape. She wanted to scream for them to stay back, but no voice came. She longed for even basic human treatment. But to these people, Siyazaki was no longer human. She was livestock, below human, already perceived as such. And as confirmed public toilet livestock, she was just the next training target for men fresh from breaking Mitsuki.
It hurt. Siyazaki didn't even have the strength to stand.
Just moments ago, under the guise of a physical exam, every inch of her body had been probed. Roughly, not gently at all—brutish, violent hands. She had lived as an idol, always treated with care. Now, for the first time, her face was grabbed, her nose and mouth pried open, her breasts and pussy violated. In unbearable humiliation, she sobbed.
The men tormented her like this endlessly.
"First, we gotta drill your place into you."
One man pinched her clit hard and twisted.
'Aaaah!'
No sound escaped, but her face contorted in agony. Next, he mauled her full breasts, smacking his lips.
"Look at this body. Too good to just leave in a public toilet."
"What can ya do? She's not a volunteer; orders were to break her fast and deploy."
Public toilet livestock were placed in public spots or streets as outlets for pent-up urges—a measure to ease societal discontent. They used both sexes without discrimination, though females outnumbered males now. Siyazaki had been assigned this massive role. So pre-deployment training like this was standard.
The men groped and explored her body everywhere. They had to develop her sensitivity, loosen her up. So she could perform well as livestock. Unfamiliar with such sensations, she flinched at every touch. But it wasn't just touching. To fit the toilet role, every part of her body had to serve as an outlet. Toilet livestock had to take joy in use. That required long training. Naturally, cocks invaded every orifice without mercy.
"Squeeze like a proper toilet!"
Even as she was forced, her clit and nipples were stimulated relentlessly. By now, her body began heating up. Growing accustomed to the horrific stimulation. Having her breasts yanked while taking it from behind sent the greatest shivers through her. Lewd nectar dripped down her thighs.
"She's totally into it."
After three or four loads, her face flushed red, eyes rolling back. Her body was inching toward livestock. Partly her disposition shifting, but mostly the livestock machine's injections. It adjusted biorhythms, reshaping the body for livestock roles. For Siyazaki, suited to toilets: lower body toughening, pussy muscles restructuring. Sensitivity rising. Thanks to that, she was now eagerly accepting cocks.
"This bitch really an idol?"
'P-pussy……!'
With her throat blocked to silence nonsense, even bursting pleasure left her speechless, mind slowly crumbling.
"Never thought I'd see an idol make that face."
"Was she always this tight?"
"She's a dancing idol, right? Makes sense she'd grip harder."
The hellish training dragged on. Only after a week-plus, when her pussy and every hole gaped open, was Siyazaki released.
Top Idol 'Yuki' Former Member Declares Livestock Status.
Siyazaki Suddenly Declares Livestock. Agency: 'We Support Siyazaki's Decision.'
With Siyazaki's livestock declaration, every media outlet focused on it that day. On release day, reporters swarmed the livestock factory entrance.
A new barcode for public toilet livestock marked her ass. Her lower belly bore the barcode and a "No. 3" tattoo.
"Why did you make that choice?!"
"Siyazaki, just one word!"
As an idol, exposing herself nearly naked was mortifying. Even after a week of hell, it was natural. Siyazaki said nothing.
Her SNS was in chaos right now.
The agency's official statement praised the excellent Livestock Law and claimed she chose to devote herself to the nation.