No rest for the wicked

Long day, hard day, let's continue it? Barely dragging Rika went to the porch and slowed down a bit. There was a distinct smell of something outside, right from those bushes. Although the smell hit her nose, her physical and mental exhaustion pushed her back into the house.

-I'm home...

-Welcome back... son.

Looking up at the slightly different voice from his mother, the "girl" was quite surprised. Her mother was sitting on the couch, but also changed. She looked younger, she was pumped up to the ideal level, between small muscles and an ugly over-pumped monster (well, that is, the type of woman whose abs you would like to lick). Tattoos were visible through her stretched T-shirt, and a noticeable bulge protruded from her shorts. Looking at the style on which lay folded women's clothes and the phone with the application, the puzzle in the researcher's head came together.

-Here, I thought that you might find this useful.

Bernie also felt uncomfortable. Her son looked like a guy, but with a lot of feminine features. His ass was so huge would be so huge that none of her pants that she could offer now would fit on it. And the most important thing is that she forgot her male name, there was only Rika. When Sissy changed into the clothes that her mother offered her, the rest of the pain went away. As if she was floating above the ground, and the fabric rubbed pleasantly against her body. Mother and son sat opposite each other at the table and were awkwardly silent for a minute, trying to collect their thoughts and understand: where to start a dialogue.

-Thank you for the clothes mom. I feel better. How you hugged that I will need it.

-Rika ... I'm sorry.I was sitting at a bar with my friends today and the topic of rumors suddenly came up. Specifically, about some game that can give you the body of your dreams. The Gatcha Game Of Changes.

-I knew it. It is a game after all.

-What do you mean?

-I have been studying this rumor lately. It is a bottomless pit that sucks in simple onlookers. Wait, but if you downloaded the game, what does this have to do with me?

-I just wanted to say. I received a youth update and while I was trying to process it, the game suddenly offered a choice in your direction. I was unable to answer in time and you got all three. This is an increase in your .. ahem .. ass. This is a gradual decrease in your muscles and feminization and this is the fact that you are now interested in being a

-girl. So the game simply broke its own rules and gave the choice to you?

-Should it be different?

-Yes, the game is usually transferred from a participant to a new player. Somehow it downloads itself to the phone in some cases. The rumor prompts fools to download this time bomb themselves.

-Wait, how do I stop the game?

-I haven't figured that out. The game can also leave on its own. It reaches a certain point in changes, after which it disappears. Otherwise, you can just keep receiving messages and tests until old age. They always come exactly at 12:00, after which they roll back for a day. The exception to the rule is the starting launch.

-Oh my God, so we can become even bigger freaks?

-Yes, it's inevitable. By the way, why does no one remember the male me?

-The game offered a choice. I get additional features and now everyone perceives you normally.Now I have a tattoo, a dick and muscles like a person who lives in a gym.

-Oh, Mom, you didn't have

-.NO YOU DID, I got you into this, and I have to get you out.

-Mom……thank you.

Rick was pleased that his mother cared about her so much. Even as an adult, he still appreciated the support she provided.

-So now we have to sit on a burning powder keg, but pretend that everything is fine and continue living our lives?

-Yes, and hope for luck.

-Then let's go to bed. I'm tired, and tomorrow I have to go to the gym. Besides, you need to buy women's clothes. Mine won't fit you very well.

-I think so. It's time to rest.

P.s: sorry for the long wait. My last week is awfully hard and long. Not Jokes today. Good night. Next chapter gonna be longer