Gift Box or Pandora's Box?
It was a tense moment as she checked her pussy.
She couldn't even remember the sensation of what had once hung down there. By the time she sat on the toilet, her heated lower body had calmed down. Her heart pounded. What's the big deal... Whether it was a gift box or Pandora's box, she'd only know once she opened it—but for the moment, she felt a flicker of pride. Just for a little while, anyway.
She slowly lowered her pants, and there it was, nestled in place. It wasn't clearly visible, but at least it didn't seem to have grown. Disappointment washed over her as she pulled her pants back up. She knew you couldn't get full on the first sip, but the bitterness was unavoidable.
Carrying that disappointment back to her room, she picked up a hand mirror. Sitting on the soft bed, she tugged down her pants and underwear. The position felt awkward, so she simply stripped them off, spread her legs, and held the mirror in place. Now she could see it clearly.
The so-called "little bean," the clitoris. It stood rigidly erect. Slightly more swollen than usual. Maybe because it's the same organ originally? Was it grown? It was ambiguous. Compared to Cecil's or the others'... it looked pathetic.
Considering it had swollen from all the touching, the size seemed appropriate—though that made it feel almost perverted somehow.
"Sigh..."
She set the mirror down and unconsciously reached for it with her hand.
"Ahik!?"
The moment her finger brushed the dormant nub, a sudden surge of pleasure turned her mind blank. There was a trickling splash, followed by a psshht as fluid spurted out.
When she came to, she was lying on the bed, panting heavily. I was definitely sitting... One touch and I climaxed?
This is insane. The sheets touching her legs were soaked, suggesting a massive orgasm. Her body felt languid, as if she'd climaxed multiple times.
"...This isn't what I wanted."
...But it had felt good. She swallowed the saliva pooling in her mouth.
Since it was a transformation of the original organ... couldn't she call it a success? If so, there was one thing left to confirm.
She moved her slightly cooled body and picked up the hand mirror again. Propping a pillow against the headboard, she leaned back.
...This time, she needed to check if anything spurted out.
The bed was already a mess anyway—messing it up a bit more wouldn't hurt. Excuses... I can just say it was an experiment— No, it's not an excuse. I have to verify it.
Only then could she know if the transmutation was a success or failure. If successful, something would spurt from the tip. If not, nothing.
So... it wasn't because it felt good. This was purely to confirm the experimental results.
She spread her legs in an M-shape and pressed the mirror close. She stared blankly at the sight for a moment.
A pretty light-pink slit shyly winked open, oozing sticky fluid. The plump clitoris remained rigidly erect.
...A hole that looked like it would feel amazing to fill.
That was her impression upon closely observing what she'd only glimpsed while washing.
If I still had a dick right now, I'd want to shove it in immediately. Realizing her own thoughts, her face burned hot.
What the hell am I thinking?
Gazing into the mirror, she moved her finger. She pinched the rigidly swollen, thick clitoris between her thumb and index finger and twisted.
"Ahuk!?"
Her waist bucked upward, and her mind floated lightly into the sky. She saw fluid squirting from the hole, wetting the mirror.
Her body trembled as she stimulated it once more. She bit her lip to stifle the moans leaking out.
"Uu... ng... u...."
She barely pried open her fluttering eyelids and stared piercingly at the clitoris's tip. She had to check if anything was secreting.
She twisted and stimulated it again. Lightning-like pleasure spread through her entire body. The overwhelming ecstasy beyond her limits made her mind feel like it was melting.
In various senses, her lower body made noisy splashing sounds. Saliva flooded her mouth, drooling down her chin.
And then she realized it.
A complete failure.
...She didn't even have the energy for disappointment. Panting roughly like after intense exercise, her breath came in gasps.
The lukewarm breeze touching her made her body tremble. The clitoris, which hadn't reacted to anything but direct stimulation moments ago, was now starting to respond bit by bit.
Cold sweat trickled down her back.
Evan... de...
At that moment, the door opened, and someone entered. The pattering footsteps suggested it was Cecil.
Sure enough, Cecil's surprised voice rang out.
"A-Asha-nim?"
Too drained to reply, she turned her head to meet her eyes. Cecil's cheeks flushed red on her unknowing face.
Ah... right now, I...
Cecil's clothes began to bulge noticeably.
Watching the dress swell... her lower belly thumped heavily.
"F-First... could you close the door?"
"Y-Yes! Yes!"
A soft click of the door shutting, followed by Cecil's footsteps approaching the bed.
As she tried to close her spread legs, a sharp zap! of pleasure hit her. The sheets grew even wetter in that instant.
"A-Asha-nim...? W-Why are you like this? Are you hurt?"
Cecil's trembling voice came closer. Her dress was massively swollen now. Cecil approached, waist arched back.
"...Just... a minor issue with the thing I made this time...."
"Is that so? Are you alright?"
"Yeah... it's not pain."
"That's a relief... Cecil was worried hearing Asha-nim's strange voice."
If anything, it feels too good—that's the problem. And how did Cecil get here? Did she chase after me when I bolted out of the workshop...?
Her muddled mind swirled. To avoid brushing the switch that would melt her brain like chocolate in hot water with the slightest touch, she fidgeted her body.
As a result, she ended up with her ass raised high and her face buried in the pillow—the position with the least stimulation.
Even changing poses made her squirt a few times. Cecil's dress bulged even larger.
But she couldn't stop. The stimulation was too intense.
With her face buried in the pillow, panting, Cecil's voice came from right nearby.
"Asha-nim...."
"U-Ung...."
A voice laced with heat, longing, desire.
"The thing you promised to give Cecil... may I receive it now?"
Her heart pounded fiercely. In her pillow-darkened vision, a fuzzy image of Cecil floated up—complete with the massive rod on her lower body.
She shook her head to dispel it.
"Is it... not okay...?"
"N-No, that's not—"
She mumbled it without thinking.
Cecil's joyful voice followed. It sounded like she was smiling.
"Then... is it alright?"
...After a brief hesitation, she agreed.
If anything, this works out better. She'd been worried about accepting it in her right mind, but in this state... it should be fine.
The plump slit from the mirror flashed in her mind. A hole so tempting it would be a crime not to fill.
No, no. The hole for today isn't there.
She was just catching her breath when a rustling sound came.
Followed by Cecil's puzzled voice.
"Asha-nim. How do you use what Asha-nim gave me?"
"...Ah."
She realized Cecil had no idea.
"Could you... put it on this hand?"
She extended one hand, and Cecil placed the condom she'd made onto it.
...Thinking about it now, was the size really not oversized?
"...Extend the rod and come closer to me...?"
"Yes!"
She could already feel the scorching heat. Even without looking, she could picture what was approaching.
A thick pillar, stem bulging with veins like ropes, the tip flared like a mushroom.
It was surely drooling profusely.
...
She turned her head toward the searing heat... and sure enough, the rod from her imagination loomed right in front of her nose.
Startled, she gasped and told Cecil,
"C-Could you back off a little...?"
"Understood!"
It turns me into a total airhead the moment it touches me.
...She already had a switch down there. If Cecil's essence got involved too... could she remain Astarote Asha?
Would her mind completely melt, turning her into some pleasure-chasing thing?
That... she didn't want.
With her limp arm, she hooked the slippery condom onto the tip of Cecil's rod. It was hot like touching a heated stone.
"Ung... something feels off."
"...No helping it."
Confirming it was hooked properly, she pulled it down a bit. Once it reached the base of the rigid pillar... she left the rest to Cecil.
Her arm couldn't reach further anyway.
Having heard the explanation, Cecil began rolling on the condom. The semi-transparent pale-green membrane wrapped around her rod.
Fortunately, the size fit perfectly.
Cecil's rod, now tightly sheathed in the slime condom... looked a little frightening.
Before, it had seemed ferocious yet soft and cute like Cecil. Now, it resembled a monster... one that would show no mercy, stabbing ruthlessly.
...But Cecil wouldn't do that.
"...Then... you can go ahead now. And... only in that hole, okay? Don't touch anything else...."
"Yes!"
The bed sank with soft puuk puuk sounds, accompanied by loud creaks.
She kept her face buried in the pillow, hugging it tight.
Soon, something hot pressed against her ass.