Seriously Fucked
The elevator shot upward without pause, blowing past the tenth floor and racing toward the twentieth.
And the hand of that bitch Areum, standing right beside me, went for my chest this time—kneading it.
"Haa… hnn…"
"What? I'm just touching my own tits. Got a problem?"
She said it so brazenly, locking eyes with me.
"No… I—I'm seriously about to come, okay? And th-there's a camera here… you fucking bitch… hnn—so please, just…"
My body was rigid with tension from a bladder filled to bursting. The rough fabric of the dress scraped against my breasts and nipples, and even through that, a strange, tingling heat was blooming. My head swam.
On top of everything else, the fear that I might wet myself somewhere that wasn't a bathroom made me shrink even further into myself.
Ding—
At least luck was on my side.
The elevator never stopped once. It went straight to our floor.
"L-let's go to our place first. Okay?"
"Wh-who's arguing?"
Contrary to my fears, Areum pulled her hand off my chest almost immediately—the same hand that had been groping me just a second ago.
Then, with a wet little sound, her finger slid free of my hole as well.
I didn't feel relief so much as pure panic. I was already sprinting for the apartment.
"H-hnn, hhaa, haaah…"
If I eased up even a fraction, I was sure piss would come pouring out of me. I clenched my teeth hard and ran for home.
With shaking hands I hammered at the door lock, shoved the door open the second it clicked, and kicked my slippers off in every direction.
"H-haa… fuck, fuck…"
I was at my absolute limit.
If I didn't spit curses out of my mouth, I genuinely didn't think I could hold it.
I took off running again inside the apartment, straight for the bathroom.
Bang—! Click—
I slammed the bathroom door shut, locked it, and then just stood frozen in front of the toilet, blank.
"Ah… shit."
I needed to sit down first. That much was clear. I bunched the dress up, gathering it higher and higher.
But the hem was so absurdly long that no matter how far I hiked it, it still looked like it would drag on the floor or get splashed.
"Shit, shiiit, this is so fucking ridiculous."
In the end I chose the nuclear option—I peeled the whole dress off in reverse, the same way I'd put it on, and stripped bare.
I wadded the thing up roughly and stuffed it into a cabinet.
"Ugh, nn… haa…"
Shhhhhhhhh—
I dropped onto the toilet and finally released the death grip I'd been keeping on my bladder.
"Haa… fuck. I almost died."
Thankfully, the mechanics of peeing weren't any different just because I was a girl.
As the sound of water below me gradually thinned out, I let out a long, deep sigh of relief and caught my breath.
"Hnn… I'm alive…"
Not a hint of residual drip. Clean. Satisfied, I stood up from the seat in one motion.
"Ah, fuck…"
At the exact same time, a few droplets spattered down the inside of my thighs.
No question what that was. The mix of sticky discomfort and pure irritation washed over me.
It was almost the same unpleasant feeling as when you peed as a guy and got a little splash on your hand. Wiping it off with toilet paper alone felt way too gross, so I waddled over to the sink in an awkward half-crouch.
Shhhhhhhh—
I checked the shower spray and the temperature, then slowly brought it down between my legs.
"H-hnn… haa…"
A dull, lingering ache still clung to my sensitive hole, but compared to the pain from this morning it was a lot better.
Which meant I actually had the bandwidth to notice how ticklish and strangely good it felt when the water hit my pussy.
And under the excuse of needing to wash thoroughly, I let my hand wander down there, rubbing gently—only for my waist to fold forward and my breath to hitch so hard it felt like my whole body was floating off the ground.
Curiosity got the better of me. The moment I started lightly circling the tip of my finger around my hole—
Bang bang—!
"Hey! You taking a shit in there?!"
Areum's voice from outside made my whole body flinch.
"N-no! I'm coming out now!"
Her sudden appearance made me feel like a thief who'd just been caught red-handed.
I shut off the shower in a hurry, grabbed a towel, and wiped myself down.
Then I pulled the dress back out of the drawer and started to put it on again—only to stop, hit with the sudden realization that putting that thing back on was, in every possible way, fucking stupid.
"Fuck… why the hell am I wearing this."
Even in a situation like this, wrong was wrong. I covered myself below with the towel I'd been using to dry off.
I glanced at the mirror and looked myself over, top to bottom.
Same as always.
The body might have been Areum's, but I was still me. I gave myself a little pep talk so I wouldn't feel the need to cover my chest.
Creeeak—
"Uh, uh… what."
"You. Fuck. What were you doing in there."
"U-using the bathroom, and, y-you know, roughly washing up."
"All of a sudden?"
"…We just got back from outside, so, th-that's normal, right?"
"Ha! If you'd taken a full shower I might buy it, but what, you got so bored you started jerking off with my body?"
"Th-that's bullshit! Wh-when did I ever—!"
She'd hit the bullseye so cleanly that my voice came out way too loud.
Curiosity. A little extra touching. That was it. What I'd done just now was absolutely not masturbation.
Areum narrowed her eyes at my reaction and scowled.
"Listen carefully. If you do anything shady with my body behind my back, you're actually dead."
"I-I didn't… I didn't do anything!"
"Good. So don't do it going forward either."
"Y-you don't fucking do it either!"
"Me? Hah, am I you? Get real. And where the hell did you leave your clothes, walking around like that?"
"Huh! Why! What! You got a problem with it?!"
"No, not a problem, exactly… ha. Do whatever you want."
With that, Areum turned and went on her way.
I glared at her back for a second, then flung the dress and the towel onto the floor in a fit of temper and started to head off myself.
"Haa, that fucking bitch… the second we switch back, I— hnn…"
Out of nowhere, the things Areum had said to me earlier came flooding back.
That if our bodies returned to normal, she was going to tell our parents everything. Just letting that slide didn't sit right with me at all.
From where I was standing, that hadn't been something she'd tossed out casually or lightly.
In all the years I'd known her, the number of times Areum had said something she didn't mean could be counted on one hand. My worry wasn't just paranoia.
Unfortunately, there was almost nothing I could do to prepare for it.
Unless some miracle erased everything that had happened so far—and even that looked completely impossible.
"S-status window! Status window!"
I couldn't let go of the hope. I called for it again, pouring every scrap of desperation I had into the words.
But of course, nothing appeared in front of my eyes.
"Fuck… I'm seriously fucked."
I stood in front of the bathroom and buried my face in my hands.
There was no solution in sight for this dead-end situation.
If anything, I was in a position where even if Areum beat the shit out of me, I wouldn't have a single word of defense. The fact that I was still breathing at all was, in its own way, a blessing.
On top of that, the memory of this morning came back—her hands around my throat, the whole nearly-dying thing.
My body started trembling all over. I shook my head hard, trying to force the memory away.
"Haa… fucking bitch…"
I didn't want to think about it.
If I could, I wanted to forget it as fast as possible.
But that look on Areum's face… and the feeling of her hands crushing my throat… they wouldn't leave me alone.
"Hey! Come eat first!"
Areum's shout rang out from the kitchen.
"O-okay!"
"Hurry the fuck up. Don't drag your ass over here."
I looked down at my completely naked body.
Then, for no real reason, I gave my chest a squeeze, picked the dress back up off the floor, and put it on again piece by piece.
"Hey, this… the portion's way too small."
"Just eat what you're given, yeah? That's not even your body. You gonna take responsibility if it gets fat? You gonna work out for me? You sit around the house all day doing jack shit and then try to shovel food down like a pig. Just eat what I give you, okay?"
"…Fine."
Every single word was correct.
But still—even so—this felt like going way too far.
It was maybe a quarter of what I normally ate, and for some reason she'd even portioned out my side dishes separately.
"If I catch you sneaking anything other than what I gave you, you're dead. If you don't want to die, either don't sneak food, or don't get caught. Got it?"
"Y-yeah."
"You didn't say you wouldn't sneak any."
"I… I won't eat any."
"Good. If you don't want to die, just don't eat it."
Our dinner table used to be pretty warm, in its own way. Now it was pure ice.
Especially when that glint flashed in her eyes—I felt like I might piss myself by accident.
"Th-thanks for the food."
I scooped up a spoonful of rice the way I always did, and half the bowl seemed to vanish.
I brought it to my mouth, and half of that got pushed back by my lips and spilled onto the table.
"What the fuck… you got a hole in your chin or something? How do you drop half of it."
"Ah…"
I carefully picked up every precious grain of rice and put it back in the bowl.
Then, accounting for the new body, I lifted the spoon again.
"Mmm…"
Even then, only half of it made it into my mouth.
I tasted the subtle sweetness of the rice as I swallowed, then picked at the already-scarce side dishes and brought them to my lips.
I'd been starving since last night's dinner. Hunger should have been the best seasoning.
But after just one mouthful, a strange sense of fullness settled in my stomach.
I lifted another spoonful of rice, then chopsticks for more side dishes, repeating the cycle a few times before rubbing my already-full belly.
"Hoo…"
"You done?"
"Y-yeah."
"Eat a little cleaner next time."
"……"
Contrary to my worries, I scraped the leftover rice from the bottom of the bowl clean.
It was only about half a spoonful, but when I put it in my mouth it filled it completely.
"Hnn… I'm full."
I'd emptied every dish in front of me.
I'd been sure it wouldn't even register, but my stomach was actually pretty nicely rounded out.
"If you're done eating, clear the dishes first, then go shower."
"O-okay."
Not wanting to poke Areum's temper any further, I got up from the table right away.