Slut Roulette

The camera panned over to a nervous-looking young man named Alex, spotlighted, dressed in a standard blue jumpsuit with a number 6 on his chest. “This is Alex - a college dropout with a gambling problem, hoping to win the prize to pay off his debts.” Alex’s eyes darted around the room, taking in the grandeur of the stage and the eerie silence that surrounded him.

“Next we have the stoic figure of Daniel, number 1, a military man with a take no prisoners attitude, recently dishonourably discharged for gorss insubordination and dereliction of duty.” Daniel stood tall and cruelly proud in his blue jumpsuit, his muscular arms flexing slightly as he folded his arms across his broad chest, a silently agressive challenge to the others.

The spotlight shifted to a scrawny, nervous-looking guy with glasses and a pimpled face, number 5. “This is Billy, a computer programmer who’s never seen the light of day, except through the glow of a computer screen. He’s betting everything on his intellect to win the games, hoping to escape his life of solitude and virginity.” Billy shrank back under the glaring lights, his eyes blinking rapidly.

Next was a tattooed, muscular man with a shaved head, number 3. “Meet Marcus, a former biker gang member, a leiutenant who’s lost his rank and his pride. He’s got a score to settle with the world, and he’s willing to fight dirty to claim victory and the prize money that will restore his reputation and power.” Marcus sneered at the camera, flexing his arms to show off his tattoos and bulging biceps.

A chubby guy with a goofy smile and a cheeky glint in his eye was highlighted as number 4. “This is Larry, who dropped out of school to pursue his dream of becoming a professional gamer. But alas, his talents did not translate into the real world. Now, he’s betting his all on the off-chance that his digital agility will save him from a fate worse than ****—becoming a slut!” Larry chuckled nervously, his hands fidgeting with the hem of his jumpsuit.

The spotlight shifted to number 2, revealing a man in his mid-thirties with a receding hairline and a paunch that his jumpsuit couldn’t quite conceal. “Say hello to Jerry, who used to be a successful stockbroker before a bad investment wiped him out. Now, he’s hoping that his street smarts and silver tongue can win him the prize that’ll give him a second chance at life and maybe even some hot action!” Jerry winked at the camera, trying to appear suave despite his nerves.

Number 5, Billy, swallowed hard as he felt the weight of the competition around him. His mind raced with the potential humiliation that awaited the losers, and his cheeks grew redder at the thought of what transformation would entail. Meanwhile, Alex shifted uncomfortably, his eyes darting from one contestant to the next. Despite his outward confidence, the reality of the situation was sinking in, and he couldn’t help but feel his manhood shrinking at the thought of being turned into a mindless sex object in ye winners harem. No he was yoing to win!

“The first game is a game of Russian Roulette.” The spotlight shone on the table with a recolver pistol on it. “Five empty chambers and one chamber with a nanite dart that will transform the unlucky loser… each contestent has to make one shot!” The announcer announced.

Alex's heart raced, his palms grew slick with sweat. Russian Roulette? He thought he'd seen everything, but this was insane! He looked at his fellow contestants, each face a mask of varying fear and determination. Daniel's expression remained stoic, Billy looked like he was about to faint, Larry's smile was now more of a grimace, and Jerry's wink had turned into a cold sweat. Marcus was the only one smiling, his teeth gleaming in the harsh lights.

The game began, and the contestants approached the table one by one. Each picked up the heavy pistol, the cold metal a stark reminder of the stakes. The first to go was Larry, his hand shaking as he held it to his head. The chamber clicked, and nothing happened. He exhaled in relief, his knees buckling slightly before he stepped back. Next was Billy, his eyes squeezed shut as he fired. Empty. The crowd let out a collective sigh. The tension grew palpable with every turn.

Jerry stepped up with a smirk, playing it cool. He placed the barrel in his mouth and pulled the trigger. The chamber spun, the anticipation unbearable. The gun clicked, and a collective gasp filled the air. No transformation. He winked at the camera before stepping aside, leaving Marcus, Alex and Daniel to go. Alex's hands trembled as he took his shot, and again, the chamber was empty.

The spotlight shone on Daniel, the military man's expression unchanged. He raised the gun to his temple, paused, and fired. The crowd held their breath as the chamber clicked harmlessly. Only Marcus was left, the former biker's grin widening as he stepped up to the table. He pointed the gun at the Larry and pulled the trigger without hesitation. The room erupted in applause as the dart shot Larry. “There was no rule that you had to shoot yourself!”

As the transformation began, Larry's body spasmed and contorted, his clothes tearing away as his skin took on a soft, feminine glow. His limbs grew longer and more slender, his waist cinched in, and his chest swelled with newfound curves. His hair grew out in luscious waves, and his features softened into a beautiful, albeit shocked, young woman's visage. Canned applause grew louder, a mix of excitement and pity for the newest member of the Slut Games' harem.