ID Day 9 - Thursday

It's nice to wake up to Motoko barking instead of people with cameras, but... something's not right. You move the sheets to see a bulge in your panties, and something pink sticking out.

Your scream gets... everyone's attention, even Motoko's. Everyone rushes to your bed and gathers around.

"What the fuck is this?" Motoko asks. Everyone can see it, even if your underwear is kind of in the way. You have a penis. It's all soft and chubby and weird.

They have all seen you in the shower... they know this doesn't belong.

"Where did it come from?" Adella asks, scratching her head.

"Take her to the infirmary," Motoko orders.

You notice Jill looking... suspicious as Adella helps you get dressed in your distress and walks you over to the main building to visit the infirmary.

Luckily Angela is the one on call. She takes you into an examination room alone, but Motoko shows up as you are stripping off your clothes. You sit, totally confused on the examination table as they both stare in wonder at the thing between your legs.

Even Angela, who is an amazing super expert doctor is baffled.

"Do you feel any discomfort?" she asks.

You think about it. You kind of do... on your butt. You lie down on the table, super embarrassed as Angela runs her hands over your skin. It's the worst to have both of these women paying so much attention to your bottom of all places.

"Did she get an injection there?" Motoko asks. "There's a mark."

"Difficult to be sure. It's possible," Angela says.

"What could you be injected with that would make you grow a penis overnight?" Motoko asks.

"I don't know," Angela replies.

They help you sit back up and stare at your penis. Soft, it's only about six centimeters long, but very fat.

Hesitantly, Angela touches it. Shockwaves shoot through your body, and with no thought on your part, your penis starts to swell up. Motoko and Angela step back, shocked. When it's totally hard, it's tripled in length and doubled in girth. The head is swollen and purple, and a thick, bulging vein is visible on the top.

"Oh my," Angela says, covering her mouth.

Even Motoko has this look on her face like she's impressed. You cover your face in shame.

"You think it can...?" Angela gently lifts it, revealing your vagina. "Everything else looks normal. Clitoris still here, a bit engorged..."

You can't blush any harder.

"Good lubrication," Motoko remarks. You are so wet right now.

Angela checks you out, listening to your heartbeat and stuff... but you are totally healthy.

"I'm quite confused," she confesses when she's done.

Motoko is still staring at your erection. It hasn't got down, and now it's dripping precum every few seconds.

"Do you think it works?" she asks.

Angela just shrugs. They both look at you. "Ingrid, let's do a little experiment," Angela says, smiling at you. "Just relax."

She moves closer to you and takes your cock in both hands, gently massaging it. The feeling between your legs intensify, flooding your body. You jerk, and your breasts bounce. You grip the paper on the examination table, ripping it.

"Ah!" you say.

"Sensitive," Motoko murmurs, watching. Angela keeps massaging.

"Ah! Uh!"

Hot, white semen erupts from your tip, covering Angela's hands and your belly.

Winded, you lie down on table, gasping.

"Oh my," Angela says, looking at the mess on her hands.

They clean you up and help you sit once you have your breath back.

"Well... Ingrid. You are completely healthy. This is unexpected, but..." Angela doesn't know what to say. "We can get you home to Sweden. Take you to a hospital."

But then your team would be missing a person. You only get subs for injuries, and this is not an injury.

Confused, but determined to do the right thing for your team, you decide to stay.

At breakfast the announcers, Moxxi and Lulu, come into the dining hall.

"Listen up, Ladies," Lulu announces in her no-nonsense way. "Let's talk about tomorrow. Pink versus Green. Red versus White. Blue versus Yellow."

The dining hall gets loud fast. This is a huge announcement, and so sudden! You know who you are playing against now... This is so big.

"Couple things," Moxxie says with a big smile. "You remember how winners get the lodge and losers don't? Let's talk about the details! Losers also have to give up their phones. Oh, and losers can't leave camp without being disqualified from the show, but winners still can under special circumstances." She is absolutely relishing this, but you and the others are all devastated.

Yeah... there was something about this in the contract, but you didn't think you would actually be **** to stay here while the show was shooting... and giving up your phone? You can't remember even going a day without it before. Now you won't be able to have it at all? Well, only if you lose...

"...and while winners go to the Lodge, losers go to a very special place!" Moxxi claps her hands excitedly. "So look forward to that."

They leave, and the dining hall is in chaos. It takes the coaches a minute to calm everyone down.

Oh no... this is so anxiety-inducing, but Motoko is leading you all to a classroom.

"So we're playing against Yellow Team. It's the worst-case scenario. Karin's good, but we can handle her. Cheryl's the one goalkeeper that Adella can't scare, and to get to her, we have to go through seven girls that have military training and one of the strongest martial artists in the world. Expect excellent teamwork from those police girls, and we can just count Syd as one of them. She's military, not police... but they're all cut from the same cloth." Motoko folds her arms. "How do we beat this?"

"Outplay them," Beth says right away. "These military girls are tough and fast, but they just aren't true footballers. They don't have the same level of skill that we have."

"And if they try to bully you?" Motoko asks.

"Bully them back," Adella replies cockily.

"Wrong! Idiot. Someone give me the correct answer," Motoko barks, and you flinch.

Feng clears her throat. She never says much.

"Flop," she says.

"Thank you!" Motoko nods. "Bait out the aggression. Duni, Beth... use speed to piss them off when the game begins. They will start fouling, and you have to expect it and exploit it. One or two red cards and it won't matter how good their teamwork is. We crush them." Motoko makes a fist, squeezing so tight that you can hear it.

You all shudder. She's hardcore.

"Here is the plan," Motoko says, picking up a marker and going to the board...

...three hours pass. One hour to talk about your plans for the game, and two hours to talk about the fake stuff you will practice today because you know Yellow Team will be spying when you get the field this afternoon.

After lunch you go and do that practice. It's brutal, but Motoko doesn't run you into the ground because you have to play tomorrow. Even so... you are soaked with sweat and totally drained as you and the girls go to the showers before dinner.

Maybe it's your imagination, but you seem to have more energy than usual. Maybe it's the penis. In the shower, you can feel the other girls making a point to not stare... but definitely looking to get a glimpse of it. You clean up fast and get out of there to go eat. You are very hungry.