The Alchemist and Her Assistant's Great First Task
“Urk!” I came to with a cough. A foul stench stabbed into my nose.
“Cough! Cough!” The unmistakable smell of blood. But since I could feel my senses returning, it seemed I was still alive. The pain had been so excruciating I’d thought I was done for. I never dreamed my body would get caught up in the transmutation, but hey, alive was alive.
I finally pried open my gritty eyes, and there was the familiar ceiling of my workshop. My home, bought with a fortune. ...How much money do I have left, anyway?
“...Ah, I’ve got potions to deliver by tomorrow.” Even in this state, the thought of those undelivered potions made me chuckle self-mockingly—Pffft—until something felt off.
“What’s with my voice...?”
My usual deep, husky baritone was gone, replaced by some girl’s high-pitched tone. Then I realized there was someone else in the workshop besides me. Shallow breaths were coming from right in front of me.
Did the homunculus transmutation succeed? Could I finally have a free laborer? Say goodbye to churning out potions like a factory?
I followed the sound with my gaze, and there stood a silver-haired girl staring blankly down at me with eyes like fresh blood—ruby red. Her face was stunning enough to leave me dazed for a moment. Her skin was doll-like, pale and pristine, with just enough color to show she was alive. The pink nipples stood out strikingly against her fair complexion.
She must have noticed my stare, because she blinked. After a long silence, she tilted her head and spoke.
“Please give me your orders, Mother.”
“...?”
The transmutation had really worked. But why was she calling me Mother? Sure, something like “Master” or “Owner” would’ve been awkward but fitting. Father, maybe—but Mother? Hold on. My voice.
I tried to bolt upright, but my body wouldn’t cooperate, leaving me flailing. My clothes and body slipped on the sticky floor, so the girl watching reached out and helped me to my feet.
“...Thanks.”
My response came out awkwardly thin, just as I’d feared. As soon as I stood, I groped my chest. Soft. Perfectly plump, with an addictive give. I’d never had man boobs, so this had to be...
I reached between my legs. Flat. More precisely, a plump mound. Lifting the shirt that hung down to my thighs, my loose pants lost their grip and fell to the floor. My roomy underwear followed. Down there was pristine. Smooth as could be, not a single hair. No visible slit structurally, but there had to be a hole punched through somewhere.
What the hell...
A fishy reek hit me amid the shock. Looking around, the remnants of the transmutation were everywhere, mixed with unidentifiable bloodstains and filth. Cleaning this up would be a nightmare.
“...Let’s wash up first.”
I’d have to shower again after cleaning anyway, but the stench rising from the grime on my robe was unbearable. I gagged faintly and took a step, only to nearly trip over the presumed homunculus girl.
“You come too.”
“Yes.”
Her obedient following filled me with a strange pride. But as she approached, something was off about her body. The part that looked like her clitoris was freakishly oversized. Like... the thing I no longer had. Was it because she wasn’t human? Or... I’ll figure it out later. I’ve got time now.
I led her to the bathroom. Stripping off the soiled robe and shirt, I stood before the mirror—and saw a woman who had to be me. My height and build had shrunk dramatically. My lowered field of view hadn’t been my imagination. My hair hung long in a light pink mix of silver and rose, like cotton candy. My blue eyes had turned emerald green, sparkling like gems. My breasts were just right—not flat, but modest. Small enough to hide the nipples, which seemed shy anyway.
With a sigh, I stepped into the shower. It was complicated. Why had my body changed? I placed my hand on the red button of the showerhead. Hot water poured out immediately. A bit pricey, but worth installing. The warm spray improved my mood a little.
Following the water pooling on the floor, I spotted a pair of snow-white feet. Right, I’d told her to follow.
“You too, just—”
I turned to tell her to wash up beside me, but... it was bigger. Her presumed clitoris had swollen up. Like... an erect male cock. Even the shape matched, with a mushroom head at the tip.
“Y-You, what’s with that?”
I stammered in panic. The girl tilted her head, clearly clueless, and answered flatly.
“I don’t know. It got hard all of a sudden while I was watching Mother undress.”
“What the...”
She stared at it and murmured low.
“It... kinda hurts a little.”
“...”
It swelled further, now fully a man’s cock. Transparent fluid seemed to bead at the tip. The size was absurd for her petite frame—long, thick, slightly curved upward.
“Go wash over there for now. Press the red button for water.”
“Understood.”
She moved to the other showerhead, raised her hand, then paused and looked back.
“How do I do this?”
“I said press the button.”
Is her intelligence low? That’d be a problem.
“Not that.”
“Then what?”
Her slender hand pointed to the monstrously swollen... thing.
“It’s getting harder and it hurts.”
“...”
I’m gonna lose it. “...Just jerk it off or something.”
“Jerk? That means a female child.”
“...Not that.”
“Is there another meaning?”
I’d heard homunculi were born with knowledge, and it seemed true—but apparently not all knowledge.
“...Do you know what masturbation is?”
“Not really.”
“Forget it.”
She clearly lacked that kind of info. Despite lugging around what seemed like the incarnation of lust. Staring at it was getting weird. Like watching someone pitch a tent in a bathhouse. Well, it was exactly that.
“Maybe it’ll go down if you leave it alone? Just endure it a bit.”
“Understood.”
She pressed the button obediently and let the water hit her, sneaking glances at me. She wanted a demonstration, probably. I stepped back under my shower. I rinsed every inch, then lathered up with the soap I’d made. My skin was all soft where I touched. The slight muscle on my arms had turned to plush fat. My breasts went without saying. Thighs, calves—everything jiggled softly.
Few women came to the workshop—just noble servants or beastkin adventurer suppliers—so it hit harder, more vividly. Normally, blood would rush south and I’d be standing at attention, but sadly, that was gone now. I debated digging out the hidden nipples but gave up.
After cleaning the workshop, I’d research reversing this. Unlikely anyone else had a case like mine, but this soft, tiny body would be inconvenient. I might need that homunculus for it. Since the accident happened during her creation. My past-life memories recoiled... but if it had to be done, it had to be done.
Squish, squish. Flesh rubbing came from beside me—almost a friction sound. The girl was soaping up while watching me. She’d learn fast even without instructions—
“What are you doing?”
“This makes the pain less.”
She was lathering her body. Fine so far. If only her hand wasn’t working the rigid... clitoris with soapy fingers. Her pale digits stroked the flushed length eagerly. Her face was a bit flushed. Should I be impressed she figured it out herself...?
...Might be a good chance. I was curious if it was just an oversized clit or a full male organ.
Yeah. Pure curiosity. Meanwhile, her hand sped up, instinctively homing in on the good spots, back and forth. Focusing on the blunt mushroom head. Clear fluid leaked from the tip—maybe precum, hard to tell amid the water.
“It feels... weird. Like something’s about to come out.”
“Keep going.”
“Un...derstood.”
With permission, her hand sought stronger stimulation, moving faster. Moments later, with her moan, a thick white jelly-like fluid spurt! from the massive rod. It pierced the shower stream and splattered stickily on the wall.
Cloudy and viscous, it looked just like semen—maybe a shade thicker. So... it doubled as a cock. Literally.
The spent organ shrank back to a slightly oversized clit. The girl said happily,
“It doesn’t hurt anymore.”
“...Good.”
For the first task with my created assistant, it was too depraved—I tried to ignore it.