I Drank the Potion and Started Lactating
By the time my swiftly moving legs finally came to a halt, I had reached the mouth of a narrow alley.
"Hahk… hahh…"
If I'd stayed there any longer, I would've ended up surrounded by countless cocks…
"Aaagh! Stop thinking about getting fucked!"
Why did these thoughts keep surfacing, and why did situations like this keep happening to me?
"But why are they all… so big?"
Judging by the silhouettes that had bulged up against their pants, every last one of them had been unmistakably hung. Was it because this was an eroge that every man's cock came that huge? Every CG of Hamalon getting railed had featured monster dicks, after all.
"Hnn…♡"
My nipples suddenly gave a sharp jolt, and my gaze dropped downward. As if to prove exactly that I wasn't wearing anything underneath, they were poking up prominently through the fabric of my gown.
"Why is this… happening again?"
Was it because I'd imagined being surrounded and fucked by total strangers? Or because I'd pictured all those huge cocks I was about to see up close?
"Hah… hahhaah…♡"
At some point my breathing had gone ragged, and before I knew it, I'd undone the tightly cinched sash of my gown. The soft fabric slid down, brushing over bare skin, and my areolae came into view. My nipples were so stiffly swollen that they caught on the cloth, keeping my breasts from spilling out entirely.
"They're so… hard…♡"
Just grazing a fingertip over them made my whole body shudder. Before long, my lower belly began throbbing deep and heavy, as though my womb had sunk noticeably lower — and instinctively, I laid a hand over it, stroking downward with gentle pressure like a massage.
"Ahhaaahhh…♥"
Along with the moan that spilled out of me, love juices came trickling down my thighs.
"N-no…! I can't do this."
I'd almost over-immersed myself as Hamalon again. I had only entered Hamalon's body — I was not Hamalon.
After a few deep breaths to calm myself, I cinched the gown's sash tight once more.
Nobody saw me… right?
One last quick sweep of my surroundings, and I headed back out onto the street.
"Hello."
"Welcome."
"I'm here to sell some loot."
"Loot?"
Nodding, I pulled every last piece of loot from my pockets and laid them out on the table one by one. The more that piled up, the wider the wholesaler's eyes grew. To look at, I was just a pretty woman, and he seemed genuinely flustered that someone like me was carrying this much loot.
"I want to sell all of it. How much?"
"Miss, where did you… get all of these?"
The mood made it clear he wouldn't buy unless I explained where they'd come from.
"I got them from Gotiamo Cave."
"Gotiamo Cave? You went there alone, miss?!"
"Ah, yes. I may look like this, but I'm actually pretty strong."
Of course, I'd only escaped after getting fucked like a dog by the high orcs and goblin horde.
"You don't look it, but that's impressive. Give me a moment."
"Of course, take your time."
While I waited for him to finish pricing everything, the wholesaler handed me a cup of warm tea. Sipping it leisurely as I watched the street outside, I felt completely melted into the world of Holy Eos.
"Gotiamo Cave usually takes at least one or two Intermediate Adventurers to clear. That's really something."
Come to think of it, adventurers did exist in Holy Eos. And so did the guild that managed them.
"Really? Is Gotiamo Cave that hard to clear?"
Back when I'd been playing the game, its difficulty was such that with ten working fingers I could one-shot it without a single failure. And this cave supposedly required Intermediate Adventurers? Were the adventurers here really that weak?
"The high orc packs are guarding it, you see. The goblin hordes aren't a problem, but the high orcs are."
"Ah, I suppose that's true."
I'd been thinking of the Gotiamo Cave from the game. Considering the high orc packs, a party of Beginner Adventurers really would be out of their depth.
"At your level, miss, you'd have to be an Advanced Adventurer?"
"Ah, I'm not an adventurer."
"You're not? Then how did you get through Gotiamo Cave…?"
If I told him I was the Saintess here, things would only get more complicated.
"I haven't received an adventurer rank yet. I don't plan on becoming one."
"I see. Well, there are people like that. Here you go — that comes to 150,000 gold."
"Thank you. Also, do you have clothes for sale?"
"Of course we do. Come this way and have a look."
With my wallet feeling satisfyingly heavy, I stepped into a room packed to the brim with women's clothing. The variety was staggering. Considering that the in-game Hamalon normally strutted around in lewd body stockings and wore reverse-bunny suits or cow-print micro-bikinis for events, the plain, ordinary clothes caught my eye first. Besides, these were clothes I'd actually have to wear.
"What should I buy? There are so many pretty ones."
For now, my eyes were having the time of their life. You could say I was looking forward to seeing myself in all these different outfits.
"…This is what makes it feel like I've really become a woman."
Well, so what? I am a woman now.
After much deliberation, I settled on a white blouse and a black H-line skirt that gave off office-lady vibes. I had just taken off the gown and was about to try the new clothes on one by one when—
"Miss, we had clothes in other places too, so I brought…"
The wholesaler flung the door open and stepped inside without a second thought.
"Uh… uhhh…"
Stark naked, I found myself meeting his eyes. Naturally, he froze on the spot in equal shock. His gaze drifted lower and lower, fixed on my back and my ass… no, on my ass alone, while he desperately struggled to tear his eyes away.
"I-I was… ch-changing… clothes…"
Just as something seemed to pop in my head and my face flared crimson, the moment my vision began to spin, the wholesaler hastily hung the clothes he'd brought on a rack and turned on his heel.
"I-I'm so sorry!"
BANG—!!
He slammed the door hard enough to rattle it on its hinges as he fled.
"Aaargh! Why do these situations keep happening to me?!"
This was a scene straight out of some cheap piece of smut… ah, right — this world itself was cheap smut.
"Still, I hate being the one it happens to! Hah… at least he was a decent, normal guy."
You know, the kind of scene where some guy with a bulge straining his pants grinds it against my ass and offers free clothes in exchange for "payment" of another kind.
Wow, I'd imagined that in way too much detail. Gross as hell.
"Haaaah…"
I was just heaving a sigh of relief that the scenario hadn't become reality when—
"…Why am I wet?!"
At some point — I had no idea when — I'd gotten so wet that my pussy was leaving a slick trail of love juice down my thigh. Was the heat from the alley earlier still not settled? No, that wasn't it. I'd definitely calmed down completely before coming to the wholesaler. Don't tell me… just because I'd fantasized about that scene?
"If this keeps up… I'm nothing but a filthy cum-rag bitch in heat…"
The longer I stayed in Hamalon's body, the more clearly my mind was being assimilated into hers. Did that mean there was a way out? Nope. All I could do was adapt to this place, or prepare so these situations wouldn't happen again.
"Ah, I need underwear too."
I finished getting dressed and stepped back outside. After what had just happened, the wholesaler couldn't bring himself to face me directly. Of course, neither could I.
"Um… do you happen to have… underwear too?"
"W-we don't carry underwear, I'm afraid. You'll have to… try somewhere else?"
"Ah, I see… Then, um… do you have potions?"
"Potions… yes, we have those."
He set a basket brimming with potions on the table, told me to take my time picking, and stepped away. Everything inside was something I'd seen in the game: HP recovery potions, mana recovery potions, even potions that restored Divine Power — the stat that served as mental stamina. Since this was only the second village, I'd expected nothing beyond those basics, but I also spotted a few buff potions that raised attack power or agility.
Recovery potions ran 1,000 to 2,000 gold; buff potions, around 2,000 to 3,000. Exactly the same prices as in the game. I'd spent 20,000 gold on clothes and still had 130,000 left, so I could pick without a thought for the cost.
Maybe I'll just take all of them.
Even taking everything here came to just a little over 30,000 gold, so I grabbed the lot.
"I'll take all of these."
"Of course. That'll be 30,000 gold."
"Here you go."
"And this is… an apology for earlier."
"Huh?"
What the wholesaler politely handed over was a bright crimson potion. It was a shape I'd never once seen in Holy Eos, making it impossible to guess what it might do.
"What kind of potion is this?"
"It's one male adventurers go crazy for. Apparently the effect lasts a month? That's about all I know, though."
So it was a strength-enhancing potion, then. But a buff that lasts a month? Why would anyone sell a potion that broken in a place like this?
"Thank you. I'll come again."
"Yes, come again."
Leaving the wholesaler's, I studied the swaying crimson vial closely as I walked. Naturally, the stopper sealed the mouth tight, letting no scent escape — there was nothing to go on. Ah, right — I don't even know what potions are supposed to smell like.
"He said the buff lasts a month… maybe I'll give it a try."
I popped the stopper and downed it in one gulp, then waited for the effect to kick in. But no matter how long I waited, nothing happened. No surge of strength, no boost to agility, no rush of vitality — nothing.
"…What a scam."
Good thing I'd gotten it for free. If I'd paid my own money for it, I'd have kicked myself into the dirt.
To celebrate my newly fat wallet, I worked through the list I'd made earlier, sampling foods one by one, then headed back to my inn with some packed to go.
"Mmm! So chewy and savory — this is delicious!"
"It's on the house, miss."
"Huh? Really?"
"You enjoy our food so much. And you're pretty, too."
"Hehe. Thank you!"
This kept happening — merchants kept slipping me freebies. All thanks to Hamalon's eye-catching looks. Honestly, it'd be harder not to spoil a face like that.
"Mmm! This bread's great too."
I was looking around, wondering what to try eating next, when—
"Hahhaahnk…♥"
A moan burst out of me in the middle of the street. As the people around me turned to stare, I hastily clapped a hand over my mouth — but another moan was already threatening to escape. Why is my body suddenly doing this? I wasn't thinking anything lewd. There was no lewd situation, either. I couldn't begin to guess what was…
"Hnnnnngh…♥"
Unable to hold it in, another moan slipped out — and I felt my nipples burning hot, growing heavy and full. From the moment I first noticed it, the sensation had been intensifying at terrifying speed.
M-my chest… feels like it's going to burst…♡
"Hnggh…♡"
Sensing that something was very, very wrong, I sprinted for my inn. The moment I sat down on the bed and started undoing my blouse buttons, the sensation grew even fiercer, and I hastily pulled my two heavy breasts free.
"Why is my chest… doing this…? Haaaahn…♥"
Even though I wasn't touching them at all, intense stimulation pulsed through them again and again, as if someone were roughly pinching and twisting them.
"No… why all of a sudden…♡"
My head filled with nothing but the need to do something, anything, about my chest — and without thinking, I pressed down hard on both nipples.
"Hahhuhhhaaaahhh…♥"
Psshhhaaaa—!!
In that instant, my back arched like a bow and an intense moan tore out of me. It was the kind of moan I made when I came — but that wasn't the important part. From my nipples, an enormous amount of breast milk came spraying out in multiple forceful streams.