A New Beginning, A Transformed Body 1
I wondered how much time had passed since I swallowed the pill the host gave me. On the fifth day, as I closed my eyes during the daytime, the pitch-black world stretched out endlessly before me. My vision twisted with shadows writhing this way and that, pulling me back into the past or hurtling me toward the future.
When exhaustion overtook me at a distant station still far away, and I let go of consciousness again.
Voices I'd once overheard passing by in a crowded high school classroom echoed in my ears again.
High school, maybe... In the teeming bustle of society, I couldn't hide from prying eyes. Rumors of my late-night jobs spread like perfume someone sneaked into school—impossible to contain by hand.
Plunging even further into the past, I faced the shop owner who grinned good-naturedly. Thanks to him, I'd learned so much from a young age—the only place that hired a middle schooler like me.
This Month's Outstanding Employee
—Assistant Manager Yumina—
Back to the company. Small trophies I'd won over half a year greeted me—proof of surviving cutthroat competition, unchanging symbols of my grit.
Beep—
Beep—
Beep—
The monotonous mechanical tone, now sickeningly familiar, echoed through the room.
……
In the center of the room, on the bed, my sister Yumirae breathed shallowly. So fragile that a breeze through the window might snap it. If I touched her cheek with a finger, would it burst? How much weaker would she be tomorrow? Would we ever lock eyes again and share the struggles of another grueling day?
Every time I saw my ailing sister, my mind filled with such worries, leaving no room for other thoughts. I'd just sit silently by her side before retreating to our moldy, cramped room.
"Just one more win, sis. Hang in there a little longer, Yumirae, even if it hurts."
This time, I opened my mouth and pleaded directly with her, gently brushing back her sweat-dampened hair, begging her to endure just a bit more. Having won for the first time in my life, I clung to this half-formed hope. Something stirred deep in my chest—a faint ripple that had never been there before and wouldn't come again.
Am I dreaming?
A vague sense of wrongness enveloped me as I opened my eyes again.
"Ugh, so bright…"
The harsh light pouring from the ceiling washed away the lingering darkness. I couldn't open my eyes properly. All I knew for sure was that I was lying in bed.
Same room?
The gray space, like ashes from a burned log, resembled the previous game arena. But everything looked so distorted I couldn't be certain.
"Dizzy… urgh…"
My vision spun. My glasses, faithful companions to my worsening eyesight like Yumirae's health, were still on. Yet the warping and refraction made my stomach churn whenever I tried to focus.
Whoosh—I set aside the glasses that clung to me like shackles.
"Without glasses, and everything's this clear…"
The new vista was too startling to hide my awe. Every detail was sharp and vivid to the naked eye—no need for the surgery I'd always wanted.
Has my body changed?
Joy at the positive shift mingled with unease. Ignoring the weight in my lower body, I approached the mirror. My hair, once tied in a single ponytail, now cascaded to my waist. My breasts had swelled since I closed my eyes, straining the shirt beyond its limits. It felt like suppressed femininity surging from deep within.
But it's not just more feminine.
Unable to bear the hot, uncomfortable sensation below, I shed my tight pants and panties while admiring the mirror.
"A… a penis…"
The grotesque cock I'd seen on Player 1 stared back at me from the mirror, fully grown on my body.
"Both pussy and cock… so that's what they call a futanari."
Cautiously fingering between the heavy balls, I felt the slit proving I was still a woman. Among the participants, only the mafia role transformed the body—and the role that raped others at night. I'd suspected it when my vision improved, and my grim hunch was spot on.
"I was prepared, but I never thought I'd be the mafia. With this body… haa…"
In the previous game, we'd worn sheer tights exposing our crotches, but everyone was half-naked, like wandering a public bath. The thought of playing with this dangling monstrosity made my face burn.
"Futanari mafia rape other players with their cocks until they pass out…"
The execution method was as brutal as the prize money. My future looked bleak even before the game began.
Trapped between reality and the mirror, the broadcast cut in. The voice belonged to someone watching from beyond the wall—not the man with the mechanical arm from before.
Who is that? A woman's voice, not a man's.
She crunched on snacks amid her workplace woes. The hosts know everything about me. After two games, my personal info was meaningless.
Her rambling suggested she wasn't the sharpest host, but she held the mic for her connections elsewhere.
"So you changed the bodies of the mafia players?"
She answered my questions openly, spying one-way through the game cameras.
"If I win this game, I get my original body back, right? Even with the money, I can't go to my sister like this."
The added weight made me ask the crucial question. Treatment money meant nothing without removing this abomination.
"…Choice?"
The freak who'd grafted cocks onto mafias guaranteed removal too. No way I'd keep it. Can't face Yumirae with this horror. Even cupping it with both hands left length to spare—the thick shaft, pulsing heat, massive balls. Neither man nor woman, I couldn't stand by my precious sister like this.
The new host began mafia instructions.
"This many pills…"
Unlike participants with one zzz pill, mafia handling nighttime executions carried more than enough for all.
Free to choose, but no changes once selected.
"One per night… up to two if daytime too…"
Ideal: Thin the herd via night and day votes, win solo. Can I play mafia well? Surviving votes was easy last game. But raping someone unconscious? Revulsion lingered.
"This the penis pill for futanari?"
The penis-marked pill was exclusively for futanari—pop it to autopilot the gruesome execution.
Like the heart-shaped heart pills, plenty of futanari aphrodisiacs stocked. Just use these every time—no issue. Smart pill use let me keep my sanity despite the freak body. Stay rational—that's key.
Having earned half my sister's surgery cost already, I calmly closed the box.
Fully briefed on my cock, she broadcast to all rooms, explaining rules to the other six.
Swish—I slipped on the leggings to hide my identity. No way my old panties fit this body.
"Ngh…"
A cool brush sent a jolt below. The cock, displeased, slowly lifted its head.
Now I get why Player 1 was so uneasy day one… Straight-up visible to mafia eyes. The bulge protruded blatantly over the leggings. Without experience, she'd barely walk, like her. Body changed, but anxiety remained.
"Just one more win… then I can save Yumirae…"
Thinking of my sister alone gave me strength to open the door and step out.