Chapter 2 – Assistant, That’s Too Much to Fit

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I left the bathroom, leaving the aftercare to the girl. After drying off, I flung open my wardrobe, but there was nothing suitable to wear. The pants might fit if hung on my hips, but they were uncomfortable, so I eventually put them down. The underwear was the same.

I thought that if I couldn’t restore my body, I might need to cut and alter them. But that was a matter for later, and right now I needed clothes to wear. My body felt slightly chilly. My hair, which I hadn’t fully dried, clung to me, seeming to steal my body heat.

With no other choice, I put on my favorite white shirt. Looking in the mirror, it hung loosely, clearly showing my shoulders, and if I bent my head, my breasts would probably be visible.

It would be quite a sensual sight to appreciate, but considering it was my body… It was arousing, but with no cock to be aroused with, I could only sigh. Still, it was better than going around naked, so I quickly tidied up and put on the shirt like a gown.

Even this dragged on the floor.

There was something I hadn’t noticed earlier in my confusion. As I went down wiping the dust off the floor, I found a trail of filth leading from the workshop to the bathroom. I got a mop and scrubbed hard, and it did eventually come off.

It was more tiring than I expected, leaving me short of breath.

…Was I always this weak? While I was catching my breath after throwing the mop on the floor, I heard footsteps. It was the girl. Still naked. At least she deserved credit for drying herself off before coming out.

The girl looked back and forth between me and the mop, then finally picked up the mop and started cleaning the floor. To be honest, I was moved. Although my body had changed like this… whether it was worth it remained to be seen, but this alone made me feel good.

“Just clean for a bit.”

“Yes.”

While the girl was cleaning the floor, I brought clothes that might fit her. Even so, as the difference in our body types wasn’t that great, there was no perfectly fitting outfit.

The sight of the girl mopping in loose clothes wasn’t very pleasant to look at. This made me look like an evil merchant harshly exploiting a slave.

Clothing alterations seemed urgent. It would have to be after cleaning the workshop and making potions, but it was pretty much a top priority.

So I quickly cleaned the workshop with the girl and started on tomorrow’s production quota. The girl followed along well with this too. Once I explained something, she understood perfectly and followed through. Thanks to her, I could entrust her with simple potions.

I was overjoyed that the girl’s usefulness had been proven.

Come to think of it, I needed to give her a name.

With only simple potions remaining, I left them to the girl and sat pondering with my chin in my hand. As I leaned over, rocking back and forth, air flowed freely.

The breeze entered the newly spacious area, tickling my body.

…Not wearing underwear made it a bit chilly.

Then I heard something fall. Opening my eyes, I saw a potion bottle that had been in front of the girl toppled over. The girl also looked surprised. What could be the problem?

“What happened?”

“The bottle fell over.”

“…But why?”

The girl hesitated for a moment, then cautiously opened her mouth.

“It got hard again like before. It hit the table, causing the bottle to fall over.”

“…”

I thought about naming the girl ‘Erection’… but shook my head.

No matter what, that’s going too far.

Let’s first hear the reason.

“So why this time?”

“It became like this while I was watching you sitting on the chair, leaning forward, showing your flesh as you contemplated.”

“…Are you a teenage boy or what?”

“It keeps hitting the table, so I don’t think I can approach. I’m sorry, Mother.”

“…Don’t call me Mother.”

“But Mother is Mother, so what should I call you?”

Come to think of it, I hadn’t taught her my name. Was it because I didn’t particularly like my name? It was also one of the reasons I left home and set up my workshop.

…It fits quite well with my changed body, though.

“Astarote Asha… You don’t need the family name, just call me Lady Asha. Your name… let me think about it a bit more.”

“Understood.”

Now that I looked, the girl’s shirt was definitely floating up. Having lost its function as clothing, it was revealing glimpses of her snow-white thighs and erect clitoris.

I couldn’t help but sigh.

“…Any signs of it going down?”

“No, it’s similar to before.”

I thought briefly. Thanks to the girl, I had almost met my quota anyway. So while it’s erect, why not conduct a physical examination and collect some samples? I might find some clues.

“Wait a moment.”

I kept the girl standing and brought a large beaker. I handed it to her. She tilted her head in confusion. Despite carrying such a ferocious thing, she looked cute.

“Since it’s come to this, ejaculate into this like you did before.”

“Understood.”

The girl nodded as she took the beaker. I expected her to hold the beaker in one hand and start masturbating with her erect rod with the other, but contrary to my expectations, she couldn’t.

The girl’s phallus was too large for that. It seemed I would have to hold the beaker for her.

“Give it to me.”

I took the beaker and squatted in front of the girl, holding it up.

“Now you can do it, right?”

“…Yes.”

It seems to have swollen even more… or is it my imagination?

Looking from below, it did appear larger. It felt like heat was emanating from beyond the beaker. In an instant, the girl grabbed the rod with both hands and began to rub.

As if remembering the pleasurable spots, she repeatedly focused on the part that looked like a glans. The more I looked, the more fascinating it was. How was this structure even possible… such curiosity arose.

Due to the moisture coming from the tip, the swish-swish sound soon changed to splish-splash.

It was a surreal sight—a beautiful girl grabbing her attached cock and masturbating. Well, I suddenly changed into a woman, so maybe having a cock isn’t so strange…

No, both are weird.

“I think it’s… coming soon.”

“Oh, uh, okay.”

Not having the stomach to stare blankly at someone else’s masturbation, I was lost in other thoughts when the girl’s voice pulled me back to reality.

Soon, with gulping and spurting sounds, the girl’s semen began hitting the beaker. The heat transmitted through the glass.

Thinking that without the beaker, it would have sprayed directly on my face, I didn’t feel very good. It was like being reduced to a disposable tissue. Clearly, such fantasies only exist in the AV I saw in my previous life.

…By the way, how much is she going to ejaculate?

Gradually… my arm started to hurt. I might drop the beaker at this rate. Then the spurting sounds subsided, and the girl’s voice was heard.

“I think… it’s all out.”

“…Really? Good job.”

I’m not sure if “good job” is the appropriate phrase.

But just as I put down the half-filled beaker, there was a “spurt!” sound, and something hot landed on the crown of my head. That sticky substance gradually flowed down my face. I froze, not knowing what had happened.

“I’m sorry. It seems there was still some left.”

“…Shit.”

Barely suppressing a curse, I sealed the beaker, put it in the preservation box, and ordered the girl.

“I’m going to wash up, so finish the rest. You can do it now, right?”

“Yes.”

She couldn’t say no, could she!

Whether the girl’s clitoris shrank or not, I didn’t care anymore. The sticky substance was too unpleasant. After hearing her answer, I immediately headed to the bathroom. Who knows how many showers this makes.

Entering the bathroom, the mirror greeted me. A light pink-haired girl in a loose top and gown, with a white, opaque jelly on the crown of her head, was frowning deeply.

I felt… absolutely awful.

I felt like tissue paper used to wipe up leftover semen… that is, I literally felt like tissue for handling leftover semen. I took off only my gown, which hadn’t been soiled yet, and pressed the red button.

As hot water poured down, it gradually washed away. I kept my head down to prevent it from reaching my mouth. I stood under the water for a long time, but it still felt sticky.

I took out soap and scrubbed until the sticky residue disappeared.

Ah, damn it. I can’t even get angry since I told her to ejaculate.

After cleaning everything off, I felt a bit… tired. Come to think of it, I hadn’t eaten all day and had only been working. As I put the soap back and stood under the water, a slightly sweet scent entered my nose.

“Has the soap always smelled like this?”

I sniffed, curious about the unfamiliar scent, but it might have been my imagination as I only smelled the soap I knew.

Thinking it was a mistake, I started drying off. Perhaps because I had been under hot water for too long, my body felt a bit hot. My transformed body seemed delicate as it ached slightly.

Once I finish tidying up… I should just go to sleep. I’m not even hungry anyway.

Recalling the earlier experience, I dried my body completely. I need to either cut my hair or get a separate tool. Drying with just a towel takes too much time.

I returned to the workshop with my slightly feverish body, and the girl that had finished her work was waiting. Despite everything, it’s hard to dislike her.

With a sigh, I stroked her head and organized the potions. What was in the storage… I didn’t want to see it right now. The girl seemed to have an unknown sexual desire, but I wasn’t sure if she had appetite or sleep needs.

Just in case, I gave her the sandwich I had prepared for lunch and brought her up to the bedroom with me.

I had no choice as there was only one bed since I never had guests staying over. It’s not that I don’t have friends, I just don’t receive them.

Anyway.

Due to my smaller frame, the bed was very spacious even for two people. After briefly explaining necessary information like the bathroom to the girl,

I tucked my slightly feverish body into bed and tried to sleep.

I must have been really tired because I fell asleep instantly.

KatTL