"Heavy..."
“Heavy...”
“Are you okay, Asha-nim?”
“No...”
“C, Cecil will help you!”
Cecil slipped behind my back, slid her arms under my armpits... and lifted my breasts. My hunched spine straightened, and the weight on my shoulders—like sandbags hanging from them—lightened. It wasn't a fundamental fix, but it felt good for now. Considering how I'd been leaning on her just to walk without losing my balance... being able to move at all was something, at least.
Still, I couldn't hold back a sigh.
At the sound, Cecil flinched. I felt bad for her... but I was the one wallowing in gloom, so what could I do?
Her fingers dug into the unfamiliar blobs of fat for the first time, sending a weird sensation through me.
“Cecil, I'm good now, so you can let go.”
“B-but you look like you're in so much pain, Asha-nim.”
“Yeah, but... we're not gonna be holding on like this all day, right?”
“Cecil could hold you up all day if it was for Asha-nim.”
Her earnest reply left me speechless for a moment, my mouth flapping uselessly. I felt a twinge of embarrassment.
“...Thanks. But I need to get to work now... so better let go.”
“Understood, Asha-nim...”
As Cecil pulled her hands away, the weight of those fat blobs settled back in. I plopped them onto the table and watched her start working. Whenever our eyes met, she'd gaze at me with worry-filled eyes. I'd smile back to tell her not to fret... and ponder why this had happened.
A glance at Cecil's chest as she mixed potions... it was the same as ever. Maybe a tiny bit more swollen, but still small. The problem was me. I'd tried it myself just to compare since it hadn't worked on her... and woke up the next day with them bigger.
...Way bigger than expected.
Don't get the wrong idea. It wasn't my taste or anything—it was an unforeseen result. When I first opened my eyes in bed, honestly... I enjoyed it a little. They'd shrink back soon enough, and the slime bed was cradling my body anyway. These sudden fat blobs on me... they were soft and jiggly when I poked them. The buried nipples were still there too. When Cecil rolled over in her sleep and squished my chest with her thing, I was startled... but didn't think much of it. Figuring out how to tweak the formula was priority one.
The trouble started when I got out of bed. Standing on my feet, my center of gravity lurched forward. I'd trip and smoosh my cushy tits against the floor all the time. Once I got used to it... the weight became the issue. Too much for my shrunken body to handle. My shoulders ached, my back kept hunching.
...Big isn't always better, apparently.
First things first: dial back the minotaur sub-species extract in the potion. Even a tiny bit seemed plenty. I felt a brief thrill at how much I could produce... but then the questions piled up. Why no effect on Cecil, but this dramatic change in me? And why the hell weren't these fat blobs shrinking away now that I was fiddling with them by hand?
That's when I felt a damp sensation. Puzzled, I groped around— the hidden nub was wet.
A chill ran through me.
“Asha-nim?”
“J-just... gonna hit the bathroom real quick.”
I waddled to the bathroom, stripped off my clothes... and there it was, leaking out.
What was “it”? Hell if I knew. From the nipple buried in my swollen flesh... something was oozing.
Staring into the mirror, a girl with light pink hair and questioning emerald eyes stared back. Her jiggling breasts dripping some milky-white stuff.
“...What the hell.”
Before it could make a mess on the floor, I stepped into the shower. Then I sank down, gently scratched around the hidden nub like Claudia had... and pulled it out. Heat rushed to my face, a weird tingle stirring.
“Nnh...”
The exposed nub... was leaking too. Panicking, I dabbed some on my finger and held it up. It looked like milk.
...Why the hell is this coming out? Side effect of the potion? No clue. My mind was a mess.
“...”
But staring at the milky liquid on my hand... curiosity bubbled up. Is this real milk? Like, breast milk?
Embarrassing, sure... but also kinda intriguing. Not that I have a fetish or anything—just pure curiosity. As an alchemist, y'know. And hey, maybe squeezing it out would shrink them back?
I licked it off my finger first. Then slurped it into my mouth.
...Milky liquid with a faint sweetness. Is that how it normally tastes...? I tried recalling from memory, but my past life had no such reference, and now... same deal. Babies sleep a lot, after all.
I shook my head and pressed on my breast. Beads formed on the nub, but not much came out. Thinking of other ways...
“Hup...”
I lifted my breast to my mouth and latched on. Figured it might work—and it did. So... I sucked.
My own breast, that is.
It felt so weird. Chup, slurp sounds echoed. All from my mouth and body. My face burned. What the hell was I doing...? But the milk filling my mouth... was sweet.
Suck a bit harder, and a lewd sensation hit as spurt—milk sprayed. Some I couldn't swallow dribbled down my chin, wetting my skin. My head started fogging up.
Good thing I'd come to the bathroom. But then—trouble.
I'd lost track of time sucking, but suddenly my mouth couldn't reach anymore. The breast had shrunk just enough that my lips lost their grip.
...Staring at the slightly smaller tit, I smacked my lips in regret. Then slapped my forehead—what crazy shit was that?
“...Wonder if I could sell it.”
Never imagined this side effect... er, benefit. Nobles might buy, but with it like this... demand was questionable.
For now, tweak and compensate. To ditch this lingering weight, I needed to milk more. As I pondered how...
“Asha-nim? You okay?”
...Cecil.
“Y-yeah.”
“Good. Cecil was worried—you were gone so long.”
“Sorry...”
While she worried, I'd been sucking my own tit like an idiot. Wait... Cecil was here. In my milk-hazed daze, I called out.
“Cecil... come in here a sec?”
“Yes!”
Our eyes met as Cecil entered. She tilted her head.
“Asha-nim? Why are you naked? Taking a bath?”
“Kinda... but also something else.”
“I see?”
Her ruby eyes drifted to my chest. ...Was her dress bulging a bit? Nah, imagination. I cleared my throat.
“Seems the new potion has an unexpected effect.”
“What kind?”
“...Milk's coming out of my breasts.”
“Milk!?”
Cecil's eyes widened. Right—she loved milk.
“Y-yeah... Anyway, squeezing it out might make 'em go back to normal? So... could you help a little?”
Felt fine at first, but as my haze cleared... embarrassment hit.
“Yes, Asha-nim! But... how should Cecil help?”
“...Put it in your mouth and s-suck.”
Pointing at the milky nub... shame flooded me. Saying it out loud felt wrong. Better to—
“Got it!”
“W-wait...”
Too late—Cecil buried her face in my chest. A faint sweaty, but not unpleasant, scent wafted up. Her red eyes sparkled with curiosity now.
...Just like me earlier.
“Here I go, Asha-nim!”
“...Okay.”
I couldn't back out now... as Cecil latched on. And...
Chup... chup...
The sounds started. Totally different from doing it myself... a bizarre feeling.
Sucking like a baby, Cecil's eyes went wide. She pulled off.
“Asha-nim! It tastes sweet!”
“Y-yeah...”
“Cecil will continue!”
“...Okay.”
I gave up and let her have at it. She started just sucking at first, but soon her tongue joined, licking greedily. Teasing the nub with it, like it'd gush if she rolled it hard enough... she went at it.
“Nngh...”
I bit back the moan from the lewd sensation.
...Is breastfeeding always like this? No clue.
Then... something hot pressed against my stomach. As I tilted my head, Cecil spoke.
“A-Asha-nim... problem.”
“...”
I had a feeling I knew.
“While doing what you asked... it got hard...”
No need to say it. A hot rod was poking my body.