Life's game show (Tg) (Patreon)

"Ladies and future ladies from all around. Welcome back to the "Life Game Show". The game show that will change your life no matter what." A woman clad in all black, but with shining orange hair appeared on the giant stage in a puff of smoke. The thousands of audience members immediately went wild.

"I am your host Nagisa Fulkami, and today we have another volunteer here, that 'definitely' wasn't coerced to be here today." Nagisa spoke into a microphone that was broadcasted across the stage, winked and bowed respectfully. The people immediately started laughing a bit at her joke.

"Ladies and future ladies. Please give a huge round of applause for the one and only Warden, master of TG in his own special asylum!" Nagisa gestured to her left, and a hole in the stage opened up.

A small platform was slowly elevating upwards with a single person standing in the middle. The audience went wild with cheers and cries of excitement.

It was a young man with black hair and he looked just as confused as he did out of place, as he was wearing only a pair of blue and white silk pajama pants and a black t-shirt. He blinked and looked around wondering where he was, his heart pounding his chest. His panic grew when he saw that there was an audience in front of him. A dark blush quickly adorned his face the moment he realized he was standing in front of a crowd wearing only his pajamas.

"What the… where am I?" Warden questioned as he looked around. His heart fell when he realized that he was standing on a platform "How did I get here?"

"And when I said master of TG, I really meant that. He is notorious in multiple dimensions, has followers from all around that he keeps in his personal asylum for experiments or to entertain them. People ask him all the time to transform people for them. He is a true man of the people and now Warden is here as a star of this night's grand event." Nagisa explained with big arm movements, making the crowd go wild again. Whistles and cheers from all sides could be heard.

"Now then, why don't we ask him personally? Warden, oh great master of TG, it truly is an honor for you to volunteer for our game show. Do you feel ready to face all the challenges?" Nagisa walked over to Warden, and winked at him as he returned a very confused look until he realized who he was talking to.

"Oh no...Nagisa," Warden gulped and took a step back.

"Hahaha! You are so right, I am so glad you could make it too." Nagisa walked up to him and shook his hand before he could react. "Please introduce yourself for the audience. They are dying to hear someone as great as you speak~"

Nagisa handed Warden her microphone and he just gave it a confused look for a second. Did she just ignore everything he said? He honestly wasn't sure how to react to this situation, as he was never good at speaking in front of people, let alone this massive stadium filled to the brim with them. But fortunately, or rather unfortunately, it didn't matter.

Warden watched in horror, as his body took a step towards the audience against his will, gave a big wide and confident smile, and started to speak. "It is a great pleasure to be here today and participate in these games for you current or future inmates to see! As someone recognised by Nagisa herself, you can look forward to one hell of a show."

Warden punched the sky and the crowd went wild again, this time the cheers were way louder than they ever were before. Everyone clapped and applauded as Warden returned the microphone to Nagisa. And his face turned sour instantly the moment he let go of it. Nagisa just winked at him again and a cold shiver ran down his spine. He whispered to Nagisa's smile "...please go easy on me..."

"The same rules as always apply this time again, and with them the prizes and punishments as well. Now then, I am sure most of you can't wait anymore, so let's not waste any more time and reveal the first task our contestant has to fulfill." Nagisa spoke and turned around to reveal a giant monitor behind Warden and her.

Warden snuck a look at the Goddess, wondering what she had in her perverted mind. He knew that she had to have something up her sleeve that would mess with him. The only question was what that monitor had to do with it.

“Balance the rope.” appeared written on the big monitor.

“It seems like the first task will be one of balance. Warden here will be walking across a tightrope and will have to make it to the other side on their feet.” Nagisa announced with an excited tone.

“You gotta be kidding me,” Warden commented, knowing that he was screwed unless he got lucky depending on how big the wire that he wanted was.

Suddenly the entire stage faded to black and Warden couldn’t see a thing anymore, but just a second or two later the lights came back on. He wasn’t standing on the floor anymore, but on a raised platform somewhat high in the air, where a single tightrope connected his platform with the one Nagisa stood on.

It honestly didn’t even look that bad since the rope was only about two meters long at the most. And it was all verified when Nagisa easily walked over the rope in like three steps and came over to him real quick.

“Ahh, a classic to start. Nothing quite beats a good old balancing game, don’t you all agree?“ she said, giggling at Warden who was still skeptical whether she was serious or not. Then she walked back over the rope and reached the other side effortlessly again.

“So here is the deal, reach the end and prize number 1 will be yours. But don’t take too much time, because with every few seconds that you are on the rope, it will stretch just a little bit further. And falling down gets you to punishment 1. Now then, ready, set, begin!“ she said as she arrived on the other side again.

Warden gulped as he placed his foot down and raised his arms out to the side and breathed heavily as he carefully stepped forward. His foot went from side to side and he gulped, not trusting himself the moment he stepped off. She had made it look oh so easy, but he didn’t believe her.

He gathered his courage as he took another step that didn’t seem so bad either. He raised his arms out to his side and braced himself. Just one step after the other, slowly getting a feel for his situation. There was no point speeding up his steps if it would cause him to fall down, yet as the rope started elongating, drops of sweat started to form on his forehead.

“Remember, the rope will get longer if you wait too long, Warden. But I believe that you can do it.” Nagisa giggled. “And don’t worry, every step you take from now on will make this a little bit nicer to watch for all of us.”

Warden grumbled as he took several more slow and careful steps forward and could feel his legs shift with every step, making it harder for him to keep his balance. It was a slight tingle almost as if he was getting shocked or rubbing his foot against the rope.

He could see the edges of his toes turning, refining and getting smaller as they changed. His feet may have gotten daintier, but he pressed on as best he could. He did get worried however when a weird feeling in his legs made him swear that he could feel his calves tighten as the fat seemed to go up his legs.

His developing thighs rubbed against his scrotum and to his horror he could feel it getting erect from the growing softness. He prayed that no one would point it out, but wasn’t optimistic. After all, he now had thick delicious thighs that could have been used as pillows, and which only continued to get thicker with every step that he took.

Warden looked up and saw that he was almost at the halfway point, but that gap was getting farther by the second. He needed to speed this up or something or else he would never get there.

"A fair advice to my friend out there, don't let your new sway in your step distract you. You're doing great!" by this point Warden had no idea anymore if Nagisa was on his side or not. But no matter what case it may be, her warning him like that couldn't have been a good sign.

And he immediately felt it with his next step. His hips, they did not move the way he was used to. His thighs had swollen to the point that his hips seemed to have gained some extra padding as well, swaying to the sides way more than he wanted. Even if he was on a tightrope, and honestly it was a miracle that he hadn't fallen down by that point, but now he had to worry about the new swings that his hips introduced.

Warden wasn't stupid. He knew that Nagisa was planning to transform him into a show girl of some sort to please the audience, but at the same time he knew that not playing by her rules had never ended well. So for now, he just had to accept it and get this challenge over as fast as possible. And who knew, maybe he would come to like his new show girl body. The possibility definitely existed.

Still he would rather it not be on public display like this for all to see. He could feel the eyes of the audience drinking in the change to his figure and his burned in embarrassment, even if they weren’t as on display as they could have been.

The gap now looked like he would never reach the end of it. With every step he could feel a larger sway in his hips and the audience’s cheer grew by the same amount, causing his face to burn brighter. Even his ass was jiggling like crazy by this point. For god's sake, if anyone looked at him now, they would think that he was trying to put on a show!

The young man took one look down and quickly realized his mistake. This was a distraction that he really didn’t need. And now he was swaying, his balance thrown off because of his fear of heights.

Warden tried to take another step and flailed around with his hands to regain a little bit of balance, but it was already too late. He had no grip on the rope anymore, so he tumbled off and fell.

He closed his eyes and braced himself for the moment that he would hit the ground. He gulped and clenched his fists, wondering if Nagisa would save him. The point of impact came much faster than he expected and hurt far less than he thought it would. It was like an invisible force broke his fall.

“Ow,” Warden mumbled from his place on the ground.

"You made it far, but it was sadly not enough. Nice try though. Oh well, time for the first punishment." Nagisa announced, Warden winced while still sitting on the floor and the audience went wild. In a combined effort, all of the people watching them started to chant a combined cheer.

"Punishment! Punishment!"

"Now it's time for you to hand in your submissions again. Everyone! Write on the card in front of you what the most 'fitting' punishment should be for our contestant here. I will read every single submission and choose the one that either has the best reasoning or comes up the most often." Nagisa spoke into her microphone and with it the crowd went from a uniform chant into a chaotic murmuring.

"Wait! The crowd gets to decide?" Warden asked and crawled a few steps back.

"Haha, don't worry. Most of them come up with very creative ideas." Nagisa smiled at Warden who took another step backward. With a small movement of her hand, dark mist streamed out of Nagisa's hand and quickly surrounded Warden. And even though he was scared as hell of that, all the mist really did was lift him off the ground and put him back on his feet.

"Come on. A celebrity doesn't belong on the floor." Nagisa winked at Warden, who could only let out a pained small laugh. Nagisa then turned towards the crowd again and spoke into her mic. "It seems like most people are done with their submissions, and there seems to be a clear favorite among the punishments. And I must agree. It's very fitting."

Nagisa turned towards Warden with a mischievous smile and the dark mist streamed out of her body again, this time with a much more intense aura. Warden braced himself for anything that was about to happen because he knew there was now way he could get away from it. But the mist didn't even seem to target his body. It just streamed by his body, tickling him across his skin. And he didn't even feel any different, maybe a bit higher off the floor than before but that's about it. Wait...

"That's right! The overwhelming majority wanted Warden to wear a nice pair of high heels to go along his new and improved sexy legs. Wearing those is truly a test of balance and also just looks overall great on the body that Warden will probably end up with when the show is over~" Nagisa winked into the crowd and cheers and laughter erupted from them.

Warden looked down and gasped when he saw the dark purplish heels that were on his feet. He took a step forward and almost toppled over, and it was only due to his quick reaction that he was able to stop himself, but even then he worried that he would fall over as his feet shook.

Suddenly he was pulled back and his balance returned as dark mist swirled around him. Warden opened his eyes and looked to see that his savior was Nagisa, using her magic to seemingly make walking in heels easier for him. She had a playful smirk on her face that made him gulp.

“No pulling those off Mr. Warden, not that you could,” Nagia teased. “You have to keep them on. Those are the rules~”

Warden frowned and ignored some of the laughter from the audience as he adjusted. He took several tentative steps forward and almost stumbled again. Even when he finally was done with the tightrope he still felt like he was back on it once again.

“How am I supposed to get anything done with these on my feet?” Warden wondered aloud, not even realizing that he had spoken out loud.

“That’s for you to adapt and find out, Warden. I will say that I’m happy to see that this punishment is working as it should,” Nagisa giggled. “It's what you get for failing the first trial.”

“That’s wonderful to hear,” Warden replied sarcastically.

"I am glad you like them. Now, on to the second task." Nagisa spoke and the large monitor behind them appeared again. A soft drum roll echoed through the stage and Pop, suddenly 'Bouncing Balls in Hoops' was written in big letters on the screen.

"And the second task will be a simple game of throwing hoops. Have you ever played basketball before, my dear Warden?" Nagisa asked with a mischievous smile. Warden just sighed.

"I have and am pretty good at it. But I bet there is going to be some sort of magic that will make it way harder for me, right?" Warden replied sarcastically, making Nagisa laugh.

"Well, there is, but in exchange this game is comparatively easy to win. If more than half of the shots go in, you are golden. But missing shots could make your whole situation a bit... bouncier, if you know what I mean." Nagisa winked at him and he knew exactly what she was talking about. And he also knew that extra weight on his chest would make future shots exponentially harder, so he absolutely needed to score early if he wanted to win.

Nagisa snapped her finger and darkness overtook the stage again. When Warden could see again, he was in front of a classic basketball arcade machine that he had played on multiple times at conventions before. But still, it looked a bit different. Like it was incomplete and something was going to change down the line. The display was still active and was now showing a big 'shots remaining: 30' for him and all to see.

"Well then. This one doesn't have a time limit, so feel free to make your first shot whenever you want." Nagisa said and materialized a Basketball in her hand, then handed it to Warden.

Even the ball felt weird. It was a normal basketball in every way, except that for some reason he felt a deep connection to it. Like a magical connection that was binding his chest to the ball. Warden gulped, but he was prepared for this. This was a challenge he could win, and he was going to try his damndest for that.

Warden took a breath as he jumped into the air and threw the ball. He watched it sore through the air praying that it would get in the basket. He saw the ball at the back of the board and then jump off the rim much to his dismay.

Suddenly Warden waddled as a weight on his chest grew much to the crowd’s cheer. He slowly looked down and saw to his dismay that there was a slight rise of his chest, as if he had shoved some tissues down there. It was as if the binding on his chest had loosened enough to let some of the mass there come out. He pressed down on it and flinched at the ever so slight padding that was there. He could feel for the cloth of the shirt that his nipples were larger as well making him blush.

He picked up the ball again and quickly fired it at the hoop, the slight bounce of his bust throwing him off, but again met the same failure. The moment the ball bounced off the rim again the binding on his chest loosened and his small bust grew larger.

“I see that even you as a true professional need a few shots to get back into the game. Don’t worry, nothing is lost yet,” Nagisa teased, making the crowd start to cheer again. Though it was hard to say if it was cheering for or against him.

Even with that motivation from a goddess, Warden had a hard time being confident. Of course he had a terrible start in this game as well…

"No, it was not time to think like that yet!" Warden told himself. Rushing this would get him nowhere. He knew that he probably couldn't avoid getting a sizable chest over the course of this game and honestly that didn't even sound that bad for him. But who knew how much back pain losing every single shot would give him in the long haul.

"I got this." he said and looked at the big 28 that was left on the screen. He took a deep breath, concentrated and threw the ball. It almost looked like it was going in, but it circled around the rim and sprang back at him, sadly not going in the hoop. The moment the ball hit the floor again and bounced towards him, his chest bounced with it a bit more as well.

By now Warden had become somewhat used to the massive crowd cheering for him, although it was hard for him to tell on whose side they were on. He had a feeling, but he wouldn't let that discourage him as he took the ball again and got ready for another throw.

Ding ding

A siren went off as the first ball actually went in the hoop, making Warden feel like a huge weight was lifted off his chest in an instant. Sadly only figuratively, as his budding breasts didn't look like they were shrinking anytime soon, but at least he now knew that it was possible.

Ding ding, Ding ding, Ding ding

He was getting into a rhythm and nailing one shot after another. He landed the shots one after another. Hit, hit, hit, hit, miss, hit, hit.

It was okay for him to miss every now and again. His chest was growing, but it was relatively small compared to Nagisa's usual victim standard and he was performing excellently otherwise. Even the crowd's cheers seemed to be more on his side now then they were before.

Suddenly, the machine went dark. Warden was completely stumped and took a few steps back to look at Nagisa, who was just slowly approaching him while clapping in her hands.

"Nicely done, my dear Warden. Let's look at your score really quick..." Nagisa spoke and drew attention to the large monitor in front of him.

'15 hits / 5 misses / 10 shots remaining' is said, making Warden fear whatever Nagisa had planned because the task was clearly not done yet.

"As you know you need more than half of your shots to win this game and you are clearly on your best way to accomplish that goal." Nagisa announced and Warden just looked at her unimpressed. Of course she was going to somehow make his life more difficult right before he was about to win.

"So here is the deal. The audience has voted that they want to see the 'bonus hell round' now and I am here to deliver." she said and Warden just shuddered at the word 'bonus hell round'.

"It's the same game as before, throw the ball in the hoop. If you were to throw a ball that would have gone in before, then it will go in this time as well. But don't trust anything you see..." Nagisa snapped, and suddenly the machine split in two and moved away from him and each other. One of them continued to glide across the ground, while the other just did a backflip on the spot. The people's cheers got louder again by this point.

"Bonus Hell round! Bonus Hell round!"

"Ignore everything you see. If your muscle memory is good, then the ball should go in on the first throw, right?" Nagisa winked at him, then took a step back to give Warden some more breathing room again. Although the break dancing Basketball machine didn't exactly make concentrating any easier.

Warden breathed calmly as he readied himself again. He had done this before, so he could do it again. Even if the target was moving around now, he really only needed to hit one singular shot. The trick was probably to throw and pray that it went in.

He diligently kept his eyes on one of the machines, trying to find a pattern. The more he watched the more thought he saw a pattern in how they were moving around and he threw a ball. He expectantly watched the ball soar through the air as hope filled his chest. He was sure that the ball would go in, until the hoop magically pulled back and made the ball not even touch the rim.

“What the hell!” Warden cried angrily as the weight on his chest grew. The rage and indignation that he felt overturned his despair about having to deal with the growing mounds.

The young man looked down and saw his hills growing ever so slightly larger, as the metaphorical band that suppressed his growth loosened. Warden gulped at the sight of the increased mounds, his hands clenching in despair and anger. He was so close to having a relatively small chest, and now he had to go through another round? It was bullshit!

“I told you not to trust what you see…” Nagisa reminded him with the same easy-going smile that she always wore.

It only served to fuel the rage that he had even further as he picked up the ball. He shook his head from side to side and got a feel for the new size of his chest. It still wouldn’t be much of an issue, but if things kept going wrong then he was certain that he would be sporting his own impressive set of basketballs soon.

Warden tried again, this time aiming at the other one. He wasn’t sure anymore if hitting such a mobile target would even be possible, but he had to try it anyway. He watched the ball soar through the air, but again, the machine just seemed to perfectly dodge his shot and the ball didn’t hit anything but the ground once again.

Again the band around his chest loosened and a larger part of his breast was visible. He looked down at his softball-sized chest and frowned heavily. He didn’t want them to get any bigger, but what could he do? It almost seemed impossible to hit anything anymore.

By this point, Warden just wanted this to be over, so kept throwing the ball with very little hope. Every time he tried to throw the ball into the hoop, it always moved out of the way. The number looked like a doomsday clock as his tits swelled, quickly approaching the size of the basketball in his hands.

"Okay, calm down. I need to hit at least one..." Warden said to himself, looking down at his breast, then back up at the monitor. He had 3 shots remaining, and he needed to hit one in order to win. If only Nagisa wasn't playing so many tricks on him.

"Wait, I need to confirm something." Warden said and took a few steps back. The two basketball machines were practically taunting him from both sides, as one looked like it was ice skating and the other was still dancing.

Despite that he tried to remember where the original machine stood before it split. The only real point of reference he had was the screen in front of him, but that was about all he needed. He tried to ignore everything around him. There was nothing in front of him, as the machines had moved, but was that really true? After all, Nagisa told him to not trust anything he saw.

He took a deep breath and threw the ball towards the screen, far away from where the machines seemed to be.

Bonk

And to his absolute amazement, for the tiniest of brief moments, he saw another machine appear where the original had stood. The ball didn't go in the hoop and his chest gained a bit more bounce again, but that was okay. With that shot, he knew that the original machine was still where it had been before and he gained confidence that he was still in this game.

And without moving his head from where the hoop had been, he threw the ball, the machine became visible for a split second and the ball went inside the hoop with a loud and relieving Ding ding.

That one ball getting in was enough to make him smile, as he finally figured out what he needed to do. Now her words made sense in his head. He just wished that he wasn’t so stupid and figured out her words sooner. He looked at the last ball and picked it up. He had already won and nobody could take that from him anymore.

He bounced up and down, getting a feel for it again, which he needed because of how his weight had shifted in front. A little smile crept on his face as he got ready to throw his final ball.

“Alright let’s do it,” Warden commented. He breathed out and he jumped in the air and fired at the height of his jump. He landed on the ground, again almost stumbling from the boobs on his chest and the heels that were still making life difficult for him.

The ball hit the back of the billboard, then went back into the hole and fell in, making the whole crowd cheer and Warden breathed his final sigh of relief.

Ding.

“Yes!” Warden cheered, glee running through him as his heart blossomed. He had not only won a game posed by a mischievous goddess, but he managed to win it with more than the lowest score possible. That had to count for something, right?

“And with that, it looks like you won the second round!” Nagisa said as the crowd cheered for him. “And I must say you’re walking away with quite the impressive set of basketballs as well.”

Warden couldn't form a proper response, even if he wanted to. The only thing that he could do was look back down at the immense basketball-sized boobs that he was sporting now. For some reason in his head he knew that he was a F-cup, and grimaced as he imagined doing anything with these boobs. He was more than willing to admire them, but he had never wanted an impressive set like this for himself.

"So, you promised me some sort of reward for this, right?" Warden asked, unsure if he would even want a reward from Nagisa. He could usually trust her when it came to rewards or good things, but was he really willing to risk it only for his situation to become even worse?

"Yes, that I did. But I would recommend you hold on to your wish for now. You still have some more games to play and who knows if you will need it later." Nagisa responded with a smile, but one where Warden knew she was serious. So he decided to not press the matter further and just play his next game for now.

"Okay, then let's roll the roulette and see what it shows us next~" Nagisa announced and gestured to the screen behind the two of them. A drumroll echoed through the stage and everyone was watching intently. Except for Warden who realized that it really didn't matter to him, because it's not like he could "decide to not play" or even know what sorts of games were usually played here.

'Paintball-Portrait' appeared in big letters on the screen this time and the audience went wild with applause and cheers. Out of all of the games, this seemed to be one of the more popular ones.

And just like that, everything faded to black as the stage was overtook by darkness again. When he opened his eyes, he saw a very interesting stage. On the far end of the wall, there were what looked like 3 dart boards hung up on the walls, each of them segmented into 5 pieces. On the floor he was standing on however was something much more shocking: a giant portrait of Warden as he looked now, just completely missing all colors.

"So here is the fan-favorite game Paintball-Portrait. You'll get 30 paintballs and have to throw them at the boards. If you hit something that you haven't coloured yet, then the ball will pop and automatically color it for you. Fill up all three boards and you win." She explained to Warden.

"Miss however, and the ball won't pop on the wall. Instead it will roll to a part of the portrait that it hasn't coloured yet and color it for you. You basically lose if your portrait gets coloured completely, before you can color the boards. Is everything clear?" Nagisa asked, giving him a wink.

“No, not at all,” Warden admitted, earning some chuckles from the crowd.

“Don’t overthink it,” Nagisa eased as she held up a tray of paintballs. A table appeared next to her and she placed it down. “Hit the board and you are golden~.”

Warden hummed a bit confused, but nodded his head regardless. He was pretty sure that something else was up, but to figure that out he just had to play the game for now.

So he picked up one of the paintballs and rolled it around in his hand as if it was a marble. He looked it over, trying to see if there was anything off about it. It had been years since he held one of these and he had never thrown them. He had shot them out of a paintball gun before however, though he wasn’t sure if that experience would help him in any way here.

He stared at the portrait across from him and hesitated to throw. There was bound to be some repercussions for missing the shot and coloring the ground. He had a feeling that it was probably like with the game before. The moment he failed a shot he would gain more curves.

“Well I got plenty of chances,” Warden mumbled and reached for the bucket full of balls. He took one and tossed it, trying to hit the target the best he could.

The paintball actually came a lot closer to the target than he thought, yet fell short by quite a bit. When it inevitably fell to the ground, the ball popped and red color splattered all around where it had landed. Then the color seemed to get a mind of its own and slowly crept onto his portrait. And it was obvious for him where the color was going at that point.

Just as it had started to touch the face of his portrait, Warden felt a tingle wash over his face. He felt it shift, even if not by much. It was hard for him to judge what had actually happened to him, but on his portrait he noticed that his face got a bit rounder and a bit less masculine. Maybe even his eyes got a bit bigger, but that had just been a guess.

In any case, it was very clear now what would happen if he didn't hit the targets. Warden cracked his knuckles and reached for the next paintball, this time determined to hit the mark.

And then he missed.

As the color started to move on the floor, it was clear for him that he needed to act quickly, before he lost more of the body he was familiar with. He reached for multiple balls in the tray, held them in one hand and began throwing them one after another.

Miss, miss, miss, hit, miss, miss...

Honestly his track record looked so much worse than it did with the basketball game. and it was especially bad since he was fresh out of balls and the large amount of color on the floor was about to flood his portrait, looking like it just loved to crash down on his face in a massive Tsunami wave.

Warden groaned as he could feel his face morph to the power that was affecting him. It was as if someone was pinching his cheeks and pulling them as far apart as he could. He brought his hands up and rubbed them instinctively trying to soothe the pain that was going through them.

He could feel his face shift the tighter it was pulled and gulped, as he examined his shifting face further he could feel the bones that were there changing. Morphing to whatever the power desired.

He rolled his jaw and as he opened and closed his mouth, he heard it let out low poppins and felt a wave of relief come over him. He could feel his cheekbone move higher as his jawline softened, giving him the thought of a heart.

His nose let out a crunch as it shrunk in on itself, becoming a cute button nose. His eyes burned for a moment, and the young man was sure that they were changing color. He sucked on his lips and they let out a low pop as they suddenly grew larger into plump kissable mounds.

Warden sighed the moment it was over, but continued to press down on his face. Everything felt different from what he was used to and groaned. He pulled at his lips, traced his nose, getting a greater idea of what he was like now.

“Would you like a mirror?” Nagisa questioned.

"Nah. I think I'm good." Warden answered, slightly taken back by the new girliness and womanly charm of his voice. Though he couldn't really say that it came unexpectedly.

"I think I have a pretty good idea about what I look like now..." He sighed, pointed at the painting on the ground and decided to finally risk a glance at it, to see his new looks for the first time.

And he had to admit that he looked really nice and sexy right now, with the face of a pretty young woman that would have captured the hearts of many with her bright blue eyes, heart-shaped face, and full lips. Though only the topmost part of the painting had any color yet, serving to remind him that if he messed up even more, then soon nothing would be left of his previously male body. And as much as he loved looking at girls, he was not yet ready to give up his manhood to be one.

Warden took a few more balls into his hands and got ready to throw them again. He knew that it wasn't looking good for him, but he still had to try. Who knows, maybe he'll throw better on his second batch.

hit, miss, hit, miss

He had a bit of an alternating result, which didn't exactly give him hope. The good news was that the first board was slowly starting to get filled with color. But the tingle in his arms told him that the bad news was probably way worse.

His arms twitched, as they shook off all sorts of body hair and started to shrink as a whole. And the shock of his arms moving against his will caused Warden to throw the remaining three balls in his hand far into the air.

He wanted to touch his arms, but they were shaking as if he was freezing. In the shortest of times his fingers became small, cute and dainty and his arms lost all visible muscle mass. With the strange feeling in his arms and legs slowly subsiding, Warden could not help but gawk at how small his limbs had become.

Warden was about to say that he wasn't out of the game just yet, but then the three paintballs he had involuntarily lobbed into the air came crashing down and splattered all over the crotch of him in the portrait. And while he was not sure if they counted, one glance at Nagisa apathetically shrugging and the feeling of heat spreading in his nether reason answered that question for him.

Warden gasped and bucked his hips as his penis stood at attention. He instinctively shielded it away so that the audience wouldn’t see what was going on down there. The moment his fingers brushed against it he shuddered as if he had just blown his load. His blush darkened and he pressed down on his pants, making sure not to touch his equipment. To his relief, he didn’t feel anything that indicated that he had let loose any fluids down there, but he wasn’t sure how long that would last.

Every second seemed to drag out into minutes with how it felt so good. He could feel every bit of his scrotum entering his body, and wondered how long it would take. He clenched his hands, struggling not to please himself as if it would be the last time that he got to play with himself. The tip of his manhood entered his body, and he let out a gasp as the heat from there burned through him.

For a moment, Warden was completely dazed by the change as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. He didn’t have long to take stock of the change, as his balls moved into the new wet hole that he had, earning gasps from him. The feminizing boy gasped as if someone had knocked their knuckles on his head, bringing him back to the real world.

Warden pressed down on what laid between her legs, already knowing that her masculinity was long gone by now. The new folds that she had were ready and eager for use. The pervy part of her wanted to reach down and experience what it was like to feel her new anatomy in its entirety. If she was being honest, she was surprised that it had taken so long for the change to happen.

“You ok? Ready to continue?” Nagisa questioned.

"Yeah, I don't really have a second choice, do I?" Warden joked and got the feeling that her voice got even higher now that she was a real girl. 15 balls were left to throw, and she could miss at most 4 of them. It didn't exactly give her confidence, but she went for it regardless.

Miss, hit, miss, miss

She was kind of stoked, that she finally managed to hit all parts of a single board, but she knew that this game was a lost cause by this point. As the color crept onto her portrait again, she threw one ball towards a new board... and missed again. The game was over.

The color now made their home on the last bit of the portrait that had previously been untouched. Her waist caved in a bit more while her ass and boobs seemed to get a bit of a firmness boost, almost as if it was purposefully trying to make her sexier. But despite so much color getting splashed on it, not that much changed compared to the other times. It felt more like it was trying to round out all the edges to make her truly look like eye candy on stage.

"It seems like you lost this game, but you do seem awfully happy despite that." Nagisa spoke as the stage returned to its previous state. Warden could only chuckle in response.

"Well, it seems like I am stuck being a cutie for now, so I can't complain too much." Warden shrugged and checked out her body a bit from all angles. Grabbing her boobs, fondling her butt, tracing along her slim waist seductively making the crowd go wild. "I am sure this is what my watchers would love to see."

"Haha, it does look that way." Nagisa spoke and the crowd went even louder. Then she raised her hand and pointed into the crowd. "Now it is time for you, our dear watchers, to come up with a punishment again. Give us something that the watchers of our dear Warden would die to see~"

There was a brief near silence among the crowd as all of them seemed to write something down, making Warden not exactly look forward to it. But only a short time afterwards, Nagisa spoke up again. “Oh, I really like this one. Alrighty! The punishment has been decided!”

Nagisa waved her hand, and Warden moaned as the latter could feel her clothes shift. They clung to her body tighter than ever. She rubbed her clothes and could feel the fabric was becoming stretchier as it tightened. She breathed harshly through her nose as the fabric tickled and aroused the new feminine parts of her body.

Warden looked down at her shirt and saw the bottom of her shirt and the top of her pants merge together. She tried to pull them apart, but no matter how hard she pulled all it did was stretch, with not even the slightest hint of a rip forming. As she pulled on it, she could feel the fabric around her shoulders reduced as the small sleeves she had went down her arms and formed into long purple gloves.

The fabric around her stomach broke down and formed into a triangle that showed off her stomach. Another smaller one formed above that one, and another above it. A much larger one formed between her breasts that showed an immense amount of creamy cleavage that would have made her male body’s blood pump at how aroused it was.

The top half of her clothing had become a revealing leotard that exposed her body.

The bottom of her pants legs stretched as they went over her feet and Warden gulped as her feet suddenly felt like they were standing on ice cubes. She looked down and gasped when she saw that the part of her pants around her waist reduced and went higher on her upper thighs.

Warden felt herself rise higher and raised her feet to see a pair of heels formed on the back of her feet.

The young woman gulped as she struggled to maintain her balance as the heel rose. The bottom parts of her pants leg merged with her heels. In seconds she was wearing long matching dark purple boots that matched her new leotard.

When Warden’s clothes finished changing, she was now wearing a tight-fitting dark purple unitard. The dark purple fabric clung tightly to her new breasts. Gloved sleeves going down her arms, thigh-high heeled boots, an exposed stomach that showed off her trim waistline and her more than ample cleavage was on display. The young woman blushed profusely at how little she was wearing. She was wearing less than bunny girls and all of her body was on display, only keeping the essentials hidden.

"My oh my! You do wear this costume remarkably well, don't you think?" Nagisa asked and the crowd seemed to agree with her. Warden had pretty much given up on expecting any sort of preferred treatment, but getting turned into stage candy was getting hard for him to get used to.

"That might be true, but I still would prefer it if I didn't have to do any further tasks. Am I not sexy enough already?" Warden asked, looking at Nagisa slightly annoyed.

"I mean, if the crowd is okay with it, then I would also be willing to let you use your wish to summon another guy to continue in place of you." Nagisa answered as she pulled herself away from the mic, such that the audience couldn't hear her anymore. Warden looked at her in disbelief, but Nagisa just silently nodded to reiterate her statement.

"Would you kindly gimme dat for a moment." Warden asked as she took the microphone from Nagisa without her putting up much of a resistance. "Ladies and Future Ladies! Inmates of my asylum all around. I have a question for you! A-am... Am I sexy?!?"

Warden let her boobs bounds with a swift motion and tried her best not to blush. But the response from the audience was through the roof. Everyone went wild at her question.

"That is flattering to hear, but surely I am not the only one who is deserving of such a perfect bod. What do you say?!?" She continued and the crowd went even wilder, shouting and cheering from all sides. Warden knew that she had them where she wanted them. "How about we summon another celebrity to the stage and see them become what everyone wishes to be?!? Say it with me! Nagisa...!"

And the crowd cheered with Warden behind her.

"...I wish for another to be a contestant today!" Warden along with the entire crowd shouted. Nagisa's smile was huge and genuine.

"Sure, who do you want to take your place?" She asked, making Warden chuckle.

"Oh, I know exactly who to summon..." Warden said, rubbing his hands with an evil grin.

This night’s ‘Life’s game show’ didn’t seem to be drawing to a close anytime soon…

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The show must and will go on. Who will be the next victim... i mean... participant?

This story was written in colaboration with Warden101 and I highly reccommend checking him out if you haven't already~

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