Chapter 2. Viewers 0

“……”

As I drew in a breath, my chest reacted first. No, calling it a reaction was already wrong. My body just moved a little, but part of it followed along much larger than intended.

“Ah, damn…”

When I slightly propped up my upper body, my balance wavered. Downward, and forward.

“Eut—.”

A short breath leaked out. Not from surprise, but because it moved even bigger than expected.

Calm down.

I crossed the one-room apartment and carefully sat on the edge of the bed. The moment my soles touched the floor, a cold sensation traveled straight up. The feel of the blanket against my skin was unusually vivid. Had cotton ever felt this soft before? In my old body, this level of contact would’ve been mere background noise, but now every single one registered in my consciousness.

That was when—

A small ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠window popped up in the center of my vision.

“…Sub quest?”

Now even these are popping up? I steadied my breathing and slowly raised my hand. The back of my hand, fingers, nails—they looked familiar, but the sensation was different. My skin felt thinner. Even slight movements let me feel the air brushing against it.

This is… a woman’s body.

I cautiously moved my arms. Rolled my shoulders, tilted my neck. Each time, other parts of my body subtly followed. I nodded in understanding. No desire to look in the mirror again. Instead, I lowered my gaze.

The shadow forming below in sync with the movement. I hurriedly averted my eyes.

“No, no.”

This is just exploration, not some pervy stuff.

The status window blinked faintly as if responding.

…Gee, thanks for the heads-up.

I deliberately shifted my thoughts.

Honestly, if that damn thing hadn’t popped up in front of me, …I might’ve secretly touched myself just a tiny bit, but knowing it’s watching, I just inspected my body. Like piecing together a puzzle, understanding came bit by bit. This body has a huge presence even when still. That’s why every movement, every breath feels amplified.

Then… during streams.

That thought flashed by, and my heart raced for no reason. I hadn’t even started streaming yet.

“No. Let’s not think about that now.”

I stood up. More stable than before. If I’m careful, if I adapt, I can control it. Probably.

The front door passcode was the same, just in case. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠My wallet had the mart points card. My computer, cam, messy desktop—everything was as I left it. Except one thing. I’d turned into a woman. And not just any woman.

The total nerd who’d paused gaming and flopped onto the bed was gone, replaced by a beauty. No joke—top 1% looks by anyone’s standards. Especially this… indescribable weight. The sensation of my stretched tee being pulled upward.

“…Hoo.”

Still not used to it, but zoning out like this wouldn’t change anything. Nothing raised the numbers faster than actually touching. Lightly stretching arms, pulling legs. Crossing hands to my back—every spot reachable. Now I was reveling in the flexibility like Pinocchio turning human for the first time.

“…But why isn’t it going higher?”

77%. Way up from the start. I’d gotten a feel for my center of gravity, movements. But it stalled there.

“Earlier… it definitely rose.”

Trailing off, I lowered my gaze. Even avoiding looking, its presence hit first. The subtle weight with every breath. Ignoring it made the sensation sharper. Weird. Up till now, it was simple: ‘move’ → ‘react’ → ‘progress up’. But suddenly, an extra condition.

My throat dried; I swallowed and closed my eyes briefly. Awareness.

The status window responded a beat late.

“…Awareness?”

So far, I’d just moved around. Unfamiliar joints, weight, balance. Like walking in new shoes around the house. But this body wasn’t something you could stop at that level.

Slowly, I stood and faced the mirror. Eye to eye. Should be getting used to it, but still alien. Before ‘pretty’, it was Is this really me? distance.

Hesitating briefly, I adjusted my collar just a tiny bit. No more, no less.

“……”

I already knew factually this body was mine. Seen the mirror, felt the sensations. But this damn window demanded something deeper. Not just observing—recognizing this body as me.

I let out a long breath.

“Haa…”

Was jumping through hoops for one number worth it? Then the main quest lingered in my peripheral vision. 30 days. 1,000 viewers. The only way back.

After a brief silence, I looked at my reflection again. Breasts that refused to adapt no matter how many times. The impossible curve jiggling with every movement.

Forcing my eyes away, I raised both hands to my chest. Fabric pressed in; without a bra, sensitive skin got stimulated. This wasn’t just a lump of big flesh.

“……Eut.”

A short moan leaked. I clamped my mouth and tilted my head back. Between skin and fabric, flesh and flesh—something like pleasure wedged in. The man’s dissonance I’d ignored amplified it.

No… this isn’t right…

Tried not to move, but that made it feel more. Breast underside grazing the tee, slight press at the sides—reacting hypersensitively.

“Ah, haa… ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠seriously…”

Squeezing the massive flesh hard sent electric pleasure surging from beneath the skin. Twitch—my body jolted. Sensation spreading to nipples felt like solo heat. Dizzying loss of center, new reaction creeping downward.

And then ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I realized. Knew the old was gone, but hadn’t considered the new responses.

The status window popped up like it’d been waiting.

Tried to catch my breath, but it wouldn’t settle. Too soon to call it good, too real to deny—my body already knew the answer. Fabric still brushing, faint ripples under skin. Circling from one point. Pinching nipples over cloth in an unfamiliar way, tickling inside. Bit my lip, but breath escaped first. Body reacted clearly, like it knew that spot from the start. Sending signals relentlessly.

Forcing posture straight, legs trembled short. Toes pressed floor desperately.

Ah, this…

Panting through shoulders. Tension in thighs twisted my core again. Body trying to block it repeated the motion. Urge building from inside—ejaculatory tension.

Teasing breasts, already soaked pussy squished against soft thighs, prolonging stimulation. Lost in pleasure, squeezing tits hard—body collapsed at once.

“Eut……?!”

Grinding clit nonstop, breath leaked, thighs quivered.

Something flashed, but my body was too sensitive to even read the text properly. Irrefutable signals from inside overwhelmed; releasing breasts, one final stimulation rippled out.

“Ahhk, weird… me, this kinda…”

Whimpering voice was no longer a man’s, nor the me I knew. Jerk, squelch—butt and thighs shuddered. Inner thighs sticky, heat pushing out cold air from where nothing should be.

Tightening toward unmoving fingers. “Ha, haa… seriously……” Voice even more womanly. Encircling self from outside in, inside out—clinging sensation. Plush—Here… feels like this…? Something popped inside.

Seeing my juices trail down thighs in the mirror, mind went white.

“Haa… haa…”

No words left. Inside filled with unsettled sensation fragments; quivering inner thighs now still. Eyes open or closed, lingering aftertaste remained. Told myself to calm down over and over, but knew it was too late. Fireball spread; whole body, and below, reacted uncontrollably.

That instant—

Window before eyes. Stagger, stagger. Few forced backward steps reached the bed; post-first-climax, staring ceiling seconds. Eyes slowly closed.