The Expressionless Busty Blacksmith Wants to Know My Size
For a man, breasts are a major factor in the evaluation of beauty. In that sense, while Enol or Kaya might be the most memorable women I’ve met so far, the blacksmith before me, Sherri, boasted an overwhelmingly massive chest that surpassed even them.
To use a metaphor, it wasn’t just a watermelon; it was like she had a pair of over-grown pumpkins strapped to her. Her breasts were literally larger than her head, to the point where I actually worried about her shoulders aching from carrying that weight around.
Haa, with tits like these, I could live just by staring at them all day and jerking off.
“Sir, you seem to be staring at Sherri’s chest a bit too intently….”
“……Ahem, ah, sorry. I didn’t mean to.”
I was nervous for a moment, wondering if my vulgar inner thoughts had leaked out. However, the person watching from the side, Mania, followed up with something that could only be called empathy toward me.
“Hehe, it’s a wicked pair of things that’ll catch anyone’s eye at first glance. That’s why she’s never been popular with men since she was young—they say she looks too sluggish, you see~”
Whoa, to think tits this size aren't popular. I feel this all the time, but the men in this world really have no taste. I’d love to bury my face between those breasts right here and now, but… wait a second. Why is this busty woman so quiet?
“…….”
“Uh, hmm. Say, Sherri seems awfully quiet.”
Ever since the initial introduction, Sherri had just been staring blankly at me. When I gave a look toward Mania, she shrugged her shoulders and replied in a nonchalant tone.
“Sherri is a severe workaholic who only knows work, so her social skills are lacking~ Of course, since she’s a master artisan I introduced personally, her skill is guaranteed, so you’ll definitely get the equipment you want~”
“Ah, I see. So her skill is the real deal?”
“Well, I have work to do, so I’ll be taking my leave~ Let’s meet again if the opportunity arises~”
Mania bid a light farewell and left the spot. After that, only Sherri and I were left, and the already taciturn woman created an awkward, heavy atmosphere in the room.
Haa, it’s quiet—too quiet. I’m still a novice adventurer, so I barely know anything about equipment.
“……So. Ahem.”
But if I stayed like this, we’d just be staring each other down in silence. Not wanting that, I cleared my throat to break the tension and handed over a significant portion of the money I had on me.
“I have about this much of a budget; can you make me some suitable equipment with it?”
It was the maximum amount I could spare, excluding living expenses and emergency funds. But according to Mania, the performance would be guaranteed for the price, so it was worth investing this much for the future.
Sherri took the money I handed over with a serious expression, checked the coin pouch for a moment, and then shoved it right between her breasts.
“……Um.”
Good god. What did I just see? If her breasts are that size, can she use that space like an inventory?
“Wait a moment.”
While I was feeling stunned, Sherri spat out those words and walked away. But her speech was so short that I couldn't even begin to understand what she meant.
Wait a moment—what is she waiting for? Did she leave because she had something to do?
“Uh, Sherri? Say, should I wait here?”
I called out, feeling anxious that she might just run off with my money, but only silence returned. Of course, since her workshop was right here, I figured she wouldn't just take the money and bolt, so I waited endlessly. After some time, Sherri came out and held a piece of paper up in front of me.
“This is?”
“Contract.”
Right, what she handed me was a standard contract. Realizing this was the necessary procedure for the equipment I requested, she pointed to the blank spaces on the document and explained briefly.
“Here, identity, down payment, contract fee……. And sign.”
“Ah, right. You mean I should write my name and the amount, right?”
Her speech is short and leaves everything hanging; it’s not easy to understand. Still, I was relieved that the meaning got across, and as I signed it, she took the completed document, folded it, and shoved it back between her breasts.
Then, after rummaging around in there, what she pulled out was a rolled-up measuring tape……. Oh, fuck. Is that chest some kind of black hole? If I could bury my dick in there, it would be perfect.
“Size.”
“Size?”
“Equipment, size.”
“Ah, right. You mean you’re going to measure me for the equipment?”
“Now, possible?”
“Uh, yeah, sure. I guess it’s necessary to fit the gear.”
When I agreed, Sherri nodded and smoothly unfolded her measuring tape. I stood with my arms spread out to make it easier for her to measure, and she began to take measurements of various parts of my body.
The first things she measured were my head and neck circumference. After that, she measured my shoulders and arms, and next, she went for my chest circumference.
And in the middle of it, there was frequent physical contact.
-Squish.
……Wow, holy shit.
To think that even with breasts this big, they have such elasticity—the texture is insane.
“Hey, our bodies are touching…….”
But the stimulation was much stronger than I expected, making it hard to endure. I trembled in embarrassment, but Sherri was completely unfazed, focused solely on taking my measurements.
She wrapped her arms around my body, measured my back and waist circumference……. and in the process, she even pulled my body directly into a hug.
-Soft, squishy.
……Haa, I can’t take this anymore. Should I just knock her over and fuck her right here?
No, I promised myself that, other than in cases of self-defense or dealing with criminals, I would absolutely never commit rape. So please, hold on, my reason. Don’t let my ethics be shattered by these incredibly horny, massive tits.
“Upper body, check complete. Next is……. Hmm?”
In the middle of that, she stopped for a moment while trying to measure my lower body after the upper body. Feeling puzzled, I looked down and saw that my "junior" had grown quite a bit, creating a tent in my pants.
Oh, god, I’m screwed. This isn't something I can suppress just by trying.
“……Weapon?”
“No, this is, uh……. Wait! You can’t take those off right now……!”
“Belongings, interfering with measuring size.”
Despite my protests, Sherri unhesitatingly pulled my pants down. And the moment she did, my dick popped out, pointing right in front of her eyes. She stared blankly at my dick with a dazed expression.
“……Male organ?”
“Ah, um, that’s why I said no…….”
“…….”
Sherri just stared at my dick without a word. Her gaze was so dry and emotionless that it became a fresh kind of stimulation, and I felt my dick swelling even further.
“Got bigger again.”
“Ugh…….”
Fuck, what kind of humiliation play is this with someone I just met today?
But perhaps because her sexual knowledge was non-existent? Without even the awareness that this was embarrassing, she just asked me shortly about what she had just thought of.
“Disease?”
“Ah, um. Rather than a disease, it’s a constitution. It happens sometimes when I get excited, yeah.”
“Excited?”
“Uh, I was just excited about getting new equipment. Haha.”
Damn it. My dick feels like it’s going to explode because of her breasts. At the very least, I wish she would grab my dick tightly with her own hand…….
“Size, confirmation needed.”
That wish had barely bloomed in my heart when she grabbed my organ with her hand and began to rub it up and down.
“H-hey, wait a second. What are you doing right now……!”
“First time seeing this, need to confirm directly. Please understand.”
Good god, this incredibly busty, decadent beauty is measuring my size by touching my dick!
Furthermore, the way she handled my dick while "measuring" it felt strangely professional, not at all like a virgin, and it provided exquisite stimulation to my already exploding organ.
Ah, I can’t take this. If I hold this back, I’m a eunuch.
-Splurt!
At the end of it, I ejaculated, splashing Sherri’s face. At the same time, Sherri stopped her hand, opened her eyes which she had reflexively closed, and scanned the semen splattered on her face.
“……Urine?”
“Uh, um, it’s a liquid that comes out when I’m stimulated. It’s not urine…….”
“Hmm.”
Sherri wiped the semen off her face with her hand as if she really knew nothing about it. Then, seeing her lick it off her fingers, I felt my breath hitch as I stared at her reaction.
“H-hey, why are you licking that…….”
“First time seeing it, curiosity. Tastes fishy.”
Sherri spoke her impressions of the semen with an expressionless face. Then, as if nothing had happened, she wiped all the semen off her face, unfolded the measuring tape again, and began to apply it to my legs.
“Size, continue.”
“Ah, right. Please do.”
Perhaps because I’d just had a release, I was able to restrain my excitement and finish the measurements without further incident. Once she had finished measuring everything, she wrote down a rough estimate on the document and asked me a question.
“Male organ, needed?”
“Yes?”
“Male organ is a vital point. So, phallus protector is semi-mandatory.”
Ah, right, since it’s equipment to protect the body, I’d need a phallus protector too. Just as I was thinking that it was definitely the most important piece of equipment, she headed toward the lower half of a suit of men’s armor leaning nearby and began to gesture.
As if to say my equipment was about this size.
“Equipment, considering size, about this much.”
“Hmm, wouldn’t it look strange if it bulges too much on the outside?”
“That, can be solved with engraving.”
“Engraving?”
“If you carve an engraving, the spell activates. If you carve a spatial expansion spell, the appearance problem is solved.”
Hmm, I don’t know much about it, but does it mean that if you carve something, it triggers a magical effect that causes some kind of phenomenon? Well, I’m a non-expert, so I should just leave this part to the professional.
“However, if you carve an engraving, current budget is insufficient.”
“Uh, even with the money I gave you?”
“Additional payment, impossible?”
Damn it. I only have enough left for minimal living and food expenses now…… I wonder if I can pay with something else?
Like, let me ram my pregnancy piston into your baby oven. Accept my superior genes that you couldn't buy with money anywhere else into that body! If I fucked her like that……. Damn, there’s no way that’s possible. In the end, it’s for my own benefit.
“Hmm, by any chance, is credit possible?”
“Credit……. Mania brought you, so credit is sufficient. However, additional contract needs to be written.”
“Ah, right, I should do that. If it’s necessary.”
“Other than that, additional engraving, needed?”
“Um, for example?”
“Durability increase, weight reduction, status ailment resistance increase, mana sensitivity increase, etc., types are diverse. However, if you carve multiple engravings on the same equipment, additional costs increase exponentially.”
So the price rises steeply as the number of engravings on the same equipment increases. Thinking about it, as a novice, it would be better to aim for cost-effectiveness, but……. Since I’ve been introduced to a good artisan, I want to get the best equipment possible if I can.
“Hmm, by any chance, could you choose the engravings that suit me, Sherri? Of course, since it’s hard to pay right now, on credit…….”
“…….”
“……Um, haha, is credit difficult for this much?”
Did I ask too freely from our first meeting? I tried to gesture to back down, but after a moment of silence, she gave me an affirmative answer.
“For now, accepted.”
“Ah, you’ll do it?”
“Yes, discovered something new.”
Something new, what……. Ah, she meant my dick. It was an embarrassing experience in many ways, but well, if that won her over, it’s a positive thing.
“3 days later, sample production complete. At that time, visit briefly to check fit.”
“Um, so in 3 days, an unfinished version will be ready, and I should visit to try it on? Then I’ll come back in 3 days, so please take good care of the equipment until then.”
“Yes. Then, bye.”
Giving a short farewell to my request, she turned her head away sharply. After that, she placed a lump of iron on the glowing anvil and began to strike it with the hammer in her hand with all her might.
It wasn't just striking with force; she was causing a glow to erupt from the hammer as if some magical effect were occurring.
-Clang, clang!
……Well, it’s fantasy, so it makes sense that the artisan wouldn't just be hitting metal. By the way, when she swings the hammer with breasts that size, they naturally bounce around.
Haa, so fucking horny.
I’ll go back to the inn, jerk off a few times, and think about it.