So, This Is How You Transform
My name is x-Tag. Yeah… you heard that right. Like a piece of dried snot. I’m an aspiring web novel writer who dreams of being the kind of superstar who sells ten thousand copies a day, but in reality, I’m just a bottom-tier loser. A hack without a single completed work to my name.
This reality just won't break for me… ah, damn it. What should I write? Alright, let’s go with that. A story about falling into a dungeon and absolutely ravaging my ideal woman. I’ll take my ultimate bias, my favorite idol, and break her in. I’ll make her gasp and pant, begging, "Master… Master," as she submits to my massive cock.
Damn it, I have to be turned on by it for it to work, right? I pick my nose again, sigh at the stack of unpaid bills, turn on the computer, open the page, and set everything up. Yeah, I’m writing it now. Just you wait. This is going to be a massive hit. Readers will be like, "Author-nim… you’re a genius! Please, make her rank up too! She absolutely must… the backdoor… please…" I’ll make them kneel and beg.
Alright… here we go. Hmm… where should I start? Haa… my head is full of ideas, but why does it look like this every time I stare at the monitor? The cursor just keeps blinking, and nothing comes out.
Still, I have to write the first sentence.
—My name is x-Tag… yeah… that’s right. Like a piece of dried snot.
Haa… now that I’ve written it, the first sentence is absolute trash. What do I do? What can I do? In times like this, I have to watch my favorite idol, Luna. I pull up her fancam and start drooling again. Look at her there. Look at those breasts shaking, those hips swaying. She’s subtly spreading her thighs, and look at those white safety shorts underneath. Are those really safety shorts? Aren't they panties? Haa, damn it. I can’t take it anymore.
I pull down my pants, grab my massively erect member, and start stroking it up and down. That’s one hundred percent panties. Not safety shorts. The camel toe is so clear. Stop right here… ah, damn it. It passed. Stop right here again. Haa, there it is. Haa… seriously. I’d have no regrets if I could see that with my own eyes just once. How great would it be to rub this magnificent cock of mine against that?
I might not have anything else, but I take pride in this cock. If only my head worked as well as my member, I would’ve written some truly amazing stuff. Why is this incredibly cool thing attached down here? It’s just a dick-head. It should be a real head.
Thwack… thwack… thwack. Haa… haa. Look at Luna, swaying her hips again. My cock has taken over my brain again. Ah, damn it.
Wait… if someone offered to take away my massive cock in exchange for making me a huge success… would I do it? Haa… I’m lost in that pathetic thought when—
Ring-ring… It’s a phone call.
What the hell? Right at the peak of the moment. An unknown number. Is it spam? A debt collection call? Who knows. Maybe it’s a call center employee with a pretty voice. If so…
"Hello?"
"Hehehe… are you enjoying yourself?" It’s the voice of a man I don’t recognize.
"What the hell? Out of nowhere? Who is this?"
"If you’ve enjoyed yourself for the last time, it’s time to come down. Time to TS."
"What kind of… bullshit is this…"
At that moment…
Uh… ugh…
My head is spinning. A feeling of falling somewhere… faint. Slowly. My eyes close, and I lose consciousness.
And then, light spreads, and my vision slowly brightens. A strange space. A damp, gloomy atmosphere. A place where a chilling air brushes past. I open my eyes in a place where it’s hard to tell the depth of the room.
As I try to lift my body, I freeze at the sensation of my chest heaving.
"…W-what is this?"
My hands move first. A chest. I’ve grown a chest. The skin is soft and smooth, and obviously, it’s not my skin. Soft curves, elasticity that fills my hands. About a C-cup. I checked several times to see if this was my body or if I was dreaming, but the conclusion didn’t change. This is my body?
Below… I see beautifully long legs. But the space between them… it feels empty. Nothing is sticking out. My magnificent member is gone.
"Wait… no way… could this be…?"
With trembling hands, I grope below my navel. Whoosh… What is this? It just slides right over.
"Shit… I became a woman…?"
I jump up and look around. A clean bed. A full-length mirror next to it. I rush in front of the mirror.
Oh… my… god.
What is this? My vision spins. No, my body is beyond words. It’s too unrealistic. The face of a bearded middle-aged man has changed into a face prettier than Luna’s. Small, soft hands. Smooth thighs. My fingertips mindlessly trace the line of my pelvis.
…Seriously, I’m fucking pretty.
"…Oh."
Slowly, my hand moves downward. I touch my chest as if to cup it, and with my fingertips, I gently graze my nipple…
"Ah…"
Without realizing it, I put one hand on my waist, rub my chest with the other, and slowly move my hand between my thighs.
"Ah… this… ah, haa… shit…"
I touched it. I spread it slightly with two fingers. It opens. Wow. I lightly touch my finger to it. Hut. It’s an incredibly sensitive spot, like rubbing the tip of my glans. A protruding clitoris. As the moist lips parted between my two fingers, a warm heat and a strangely slippery sensation enveloped my fingertips.
A moist feeling. Warm and soft. I bite my lip. My breathing becomes ragged, and the area below my belly tickles and tightens.
"Why am I doing this… shit… what is this."
Standing in front of the mirror with my legs spread, I continue to grope and rub that spot. Just like the hand movements I used when I was masturbating earlier, thinking about Luna’s fancam.
"Haa… ah… this. It’s a dream. Right now. This is Luna’s pussy. I’m touching Luna’s body right now. Yeah, that’s it."
That was when it happened.
Click.
"…!"
From somewhere, I heard the sound of someone’s dress shoes. I flinched, but a sticky sound was already coming from between my spread thighs, and my fingers were wet.
"You adapt quickly."
"…?!"
My mind, intoxicated by pleasure, snaps back. Standing before me is a man wrapped in a black robe. Tall, imposing, with a massive bulge protruding from the side of his overwhelming thighs. Tsk. Yeah, I’m not quite at that level, but I don’t lose out. In size. But… I feel like I’ve heard that voice somewhere.
"Do you like your new body? You need to adapt quickly. If you want to survive in the dungeon."
"…W-what… who are you?"
"I am the Master of this dungeon. And the one who summoned you here."
Dungeon Master. Summoned. Wait… wait a second. That phone call. It’s the exact same voice as the one I heard while I was masturbating in my