98: Finishing Touches

Eris was definitely a little weak in the knees as her, Bailey and Charlotte walked back to her own workshop to rejoin the group. If that didn’t make it awkward to take each step, the mass now hanging between her legs certainly did.

Regretfully, Eris had chosen to wear jeans that day, and they were a slimmer fit. She didn’t fit in them anymore- not with her new addition. Neither did she fit in her underwear; a simple pair of plain panties. Just the attempt to put on the latter, trying to stuff nine inches of flaccid meat into the cloth, had been more than a little uncomfortable. Thankfully, Bailey had a solution.

“I don’t think I’ve worn a dress since I was five…” Eris mumbled, shifting awkwardly in her steps. Bailey chuckled from beside her, arm looped around Eris’s waist in a manner that was both intimate and physically supportive.

“Yeah, just try to remember that you aren’t wearing underwear and you’re larger soft than most people are hard. That skirt’s pretty modest but if you bend over someone’s definitely getting a good look at that new warhammer of yours.”

Eris was fully aware. Gods, was she ever aware. It was hard not to be when the sensitive, well-fucked slab of meat was slapping against her thighs with every step. In fact, it had forced Bailey to pick out something particular that she had stored away in a dusty cubby of the workshop. Something with a big, poofy skirt that would hide the wobbling of her free-hanging meat.

Although Bailey was a number of inches taller than Eris, the pale green bridesmaid dress the redhead was stuffed into only needed to be cinched in a few places. That being said, it was still Bailey’s dress. Whatever wedding Bailey attended in this one, Eris doubted that any eyes were actually on the wedded couple. Eris was pretty sure the word ‘modest’ wasn’t in the blonde’s vocabulary.

Sleeveless, with a plunging v-neck, open back, and a poofy, frilly skirt that was cut extra short. The height difference really was the only reason that the otherwise short skirt didn’t end before covering the cockhead hanging down. Even if it did, there was a lot about the dress that would bring eyes elsewhere. The most of which thanks to one very specific detail.

“If it was so badly ripped, why didn’t you get it fixed?” Eris asked through blushing cheeks. She could glance down to her right side, which was almost completely torn open from the neckline to the frilly skirt and revealing her creamy flesh underneath. The only reason it could still even be considered remotely modest was due entirely because of the numerous green strips of cloth tying the dress in place and making sure it didn’t fall off her. That was also the side that Bailey was leaning in on, helping to hide the excessive damage from the many eyes in the CDF that watched them walk past.

“The wedding was great, but then I went home with the brides and they worked together to tear this dress off me with their teeth. You can’t just sew up a memory like that.”

Eris somehow blushed harder, continuing to shuffle her feet towards the stairs leading downwards. Of course, the fact she was wearing a dress for a wedding wasn’t lost on her in the slightest. Would she have a dress like this for her own wedding? Would Jaxie?

Eris’s heart beat harder at the thought. Jaxie in a wedding dress. A dress for her, because they were going to get married someday. And then they could keep both of their dresses and hang them up in the closet so that they could always look back and think of the day when their love was made official. Except the dresses would be in pieces, since they wouldn’t take them off gently. They’d tear every stitch in the passionate conjoining following the ceremony, so that nothing could get in the way of their tongues and their fingers and everywhere else.

And the same could go for all the bridesmaids. Eris could strip all of them down and feel them, taste them… take them. Every last one, until there was nothing left but sweaty, exhausted flesh and Eris at the center. Honestly, the day itself wouldn’t matter much at that point- it would just be a fancy excuse to have an orgy with a selection of ladies hand-picked by her and Jaxie. The ring on Eris’s finger would just be a reminder of that night- the same way that this very dress was a reminder for Bailey…

Eris blinked.

What the fuck? No, absolutely not. The important part of the wedding would be the fact she was married to Jasmine-freaking-Kerrot, not some orgy that happened afterwards. The rings they wore would be a sign of their love, not their genitals. How could she even think something like that? Jaxie was more important than anyone. Eris wouldn’t let anything become more important.

Like having the first person she ever made cum be Alex, not Jaxie. Or letting Alex take her virginity with a real dick before Jaxie could. Or having sex with Bailey more than Jaxie. Or Jaxie knocking someone else up before Eris. Or letting Alex take Jaxie’s anal virginity first.Or letting Bailey take Eris’s dick virginity in every single way while not waiting for Jaxie to do it later that same evening. Or…

Eris didn’t realise she made a little keening noise until Bailey turned her head. “You okay?”

Eris went red- head going numb. “Uh… ye-yeah. It’s nothing.”

“Aww, c’mon! With everything we’ve already been through, you know you can talk to me about anything. Roomies gotta stick together, Cutiepie. Now spill.”

Eris’s stomach fluttered and her throat went dry. “Maybe- uhh… maybe later. Please not now.”

Bailey paused, but eventually gave a small smile. “Okay, fine. I won’t push.”

“Thanks…” Eris squeaked.

“But I expect an explanation sometime soon, Cutiepie. Mama ‘ain’t letting you off that easy.”

Eris gulped.

A minute and a half later, they were opening the door to Eris’s workshop and stepping through into the midst of crafting.

“Tatum, you’re getting your mud all in my quenching trough-”

“It’s not mud, it’s clay, and I need to keep my hands wet while I’m working it.”

Rachel scowled. “Yeah, and you’re adding a lot of impurity to the water that I’m trying to use, and that’s gonna affect the metal.”

“Get your own water, this is important.”

“This literally is my own water! You started using my trough! And this is important, too! This oven needs a lot of steel.”

“And this forge needs a lot of clay, so why don’t you just- uhh, what are you wearing?”

Tatum cut herself off mid-sentence, doing a double take to stare at Eris with wide eyes. The rest of the workshop followed suit, meaning seven crafting tutors and the dean of the entire sector all raked eyes over the slutty, half-torn bridesmaid dress that Eris was wrapped up in. Eris’s cheeks burned, but Bailey stepped forward.

“I’ve got this,” Bailey whispered while patting Eris on the shoulder. Then, the blonde loudly cleared her throat.

“Alright, let’s see; Eris and I went for a fuck break, and I let her have one of my dick potions so she could try it out and have some fun from a different perspective. However, her whole Lust-y-ness seemed to mutate something and altered the potion’s effects despite the fact that it was one that I made, not her.”

Kull narrowed his eyes. “Excuse me?”

“Anyway, instead of replacing her pussy with a penis, it gave her a penis with her pussy so she has both now. Also, her cock is absolutely massive, her loads are too, she came inside me like eight times but there’s a batch of birth control potions she prepared brewing in my shop right now and they should be done in about an hour. I can take one then to protect myself just in case she’s able to knock people up, and then she’ll give them out to her Wonders during their orgy tonight so that nobody has to worry about a nine month problem. However, her cock is actually so big that she couldn’t fit in her old pants so I had to give her one of my old bridesmaid dresses that I had tucked away. Like seriously, her dick is fucking massive. Beats every previous record I’ve taken, and it’s not even close. Damned thing is absolutely colossal-.”

“Can we please stop talking about my dick?” Eris blushed.

“She mutated a normal potion just by drinking it?” Kull asked. Unfortunately, there were other questions also being asked. Namely, from Tatum who was sitting up a bit straighter from behind her pile of clay she temporarily stopped working.

“Really? Every record? Even Marcus from last year?”

“Yeah,” Bailey nodded. “She’s over two and a half inches longer, and thicker around than Pauline was.”

“You’re fucking lying,” the darker girl narrowed her eyes. “Pauline’s as thick as my wrist.”

“Tatum, you know me well enough that I never, ever lie about this kind of thing.”

While the dean continued to get ignored, Eris watched the eyes of Tatum (and every other crafter for that matter) drift down to her skirt as if to try and see what Bailey was talking about. The sad part was that Eris realized this conversation wasn’t going to go anywhere anytime soon unless Eris helped push things forward. At least all of them saw her naked earlier in the classroom, anyway.

Eris let out a tense sigh, grabbed the hem of the skirt with both hands, then lifted. Rocky whistled.

“Okay, that’s pretty big, but still not-”

“-She’s a hundred percent soft,” Bailey clarified.

“What the FUCK?!” Rocky exclaimed. Hima, meanwhile, took a step forward and squinted her eyes.

“She doesn’t have testicles.”

“And yet she cums like a horse,” Bailey said. “Eleven loads total and every single one was the biggest I’ve ever seen without some crazy potions.”

Kull let out a sigh, then walked over to a table to grab his pen and paper. “Charlotte, come give me your report.”

“Yes, sir.”

Part of Eris really did feel bad for the guy. He was just trying to do his job and manage the situation. It was everything else making that impossible. At least the Knight was on his side.

“And like I said,” Bailey continued. “She’s got that dick and her normal pussy. I’ve been trying forever to make a potion that does that, and she gets it just by existing.”

“Can we see?” Grace leaned in, also visibly curious despite the blush on her cheeks.

Eris just sighed through her flushed cheeks, leaning back a bit while lifting her penis out of the way. Rachel chuckled.

“That is so cool.”

Thankfully, it didn’t take all that long to get the conversation back on track to crafting. Unfortunately, doing so brought it right back into ‘weird’ territory. After all, there was still the conversation to be had about all of the tools that had already been made- a conversation that had been avoided thus far since everyone present was able to see for themselves and piece together the implications on their own.

Everyone except for one.

As Bailey knelt down beside Tatum, clay-covered hands helping to smooth down a section of the forge being shaped, she chirped up. “So, is anyone actually gonna tell me what the tools we made do? You know I can’t Inspect them anymore, right?”

Eris coughed awkwardly. “They just give a Minor bonus to the Potency of crafts. Some of them have small enchantments or extra effects because of everyone else’s skills, but it’s simple stuff because they’re primarily mine.”

“Come on, you know that isn’t what I mean.” Bailey chuckled, glancing up through clay-speckled glasses. “Call it professional curiosity, but I have to know what the Lust effects are.”

Eris could see everyone else struggling not to laugh. It was already weird enough to be sitting on a stool with nothing under the bridesmaid dress, meaning her flaccid meat was hanging off the front edge while she worked. And since the skirt was so short and poofy, it pretty much exclusively went outwards horizontally while she sat instead of draping down. Therefore, anyone that looked in her general direction was getting a clear, almost completely unobstructed view of limp dick draped downwards; especially Tatum, Ophelia, and Bailey, who were all kneeling on the ground to help shape the clay of the forge. They were practically looking up at it from their perspectives.

Eris sighed and paused the movements of her saw in the wood she was cutting.

“Every single one of the tools has the exact same Lust effect. Exhibition Efficiency. While the user is nude, any crafts made with the tool gain one additional stat bonus of the crafter’s choice upon completion. Does not apply if nobody observes the crafter’s nudity for the majority of the crafting process. Crafting equipment, protective equipment, jewellery and body ornaments do not count against Exhibition Efficiency.”

The smile on Bailey’s face grew more strained as the girl clearly tried to hold back laughter. Unfortunately, Eris was the one that broke first.

“Don’t you dare laugh at that!” Eris giggled. “It’s not funny!”

“It’s pretty funny…” Bailey’s voice was tense with effort to keep from breaking composure. “Looks like our little Artificer’s gonna need to open up her shutters and give the world a show while she works.”

“Actually, you’re wrong!” Eris laughed in between words, face growing red while she pivoted in her stool to face Bailey. “Since Charlotte’s always gonna be with me even while I’m crafting, and it seems like only one person needs to actually see me naked, then she’s all I need.”

“Please don’t bring me into this…” Charlotte murmured from the opposite corner of the room.

Bailey smirked, still looking at Eris. “Yeah, but hasn’t it already been established that the more people who see you naked, the more Desire you get? It’s probably trickling up right now anyway since all of us are getting a pretty fantastic view of your cum hose.”

Ophelia smiled. “Yes indeed.”

Eris blushed and sighed. “That’s just until Hima finishes letting out my pants. Even then, the enchantment’s probably only going to be useful until I use these tools to gain Adept Artificer’s bonus to make even better ones completely on my own. There’s a good chance they’ll get some different kind of Lust effect, or maybe even a variety.”

Bailey scoffed, slapping her hands back down on the clay she was helping to shape. “Well, back in the Obelisk, you made like five hundred magical chain links, and every single one of them had the exact same enchantments despite being different crafts.”

“It’s not exactly hard science, Bailey!” Eris laughed. “Whatever Lust enchantment I get on something seems to be completely random unless I have a specific goal or idea in mind. A dildo that makes the user receive part of the Pleasure. A book that holds secret information only visible when masturbating. A key out of the prison that only works upon mutual climax. Chain links that need to be really, really tough and so they get stronger when rubbed with cum. At best, it seems that I can put an intention behind the enchantment of what I’d like to have happen, and it comes up with some perverted way to make that happen. Thankfully, if my intent is to copy a Lustful effect I’ve already done for that kind of item, it seems to do that very, very easily.”

“So what you’re saying is that you made the tools hoping to be a nudist?”

Eris rolled her eyes. “That’s not at all what I’m saying.”

“It kinda sounds like it is…” Hima raised her hand. Eris fought the burning in her cheeks.

“Look, all I focused on was making tools that would be useful for when I made my own. It apparently took that as providing an extra stat as long as I’m naked.”

“Yeah,” Bailey grinned, “but you’re the one that decided that was a good enchantment and wanted to copy it to all the other tools…”

“Bailey!” Eris laughed, face growing hot. “I’m not gonna risk something random and useless for the Lust effect if I have an opportunity to give it one that’s pretty good! Plus, having every single tool have the exact same enchantment just makes it easier to keep track of, if nothing else.”

Rachel bent over at the waist, lowering to a good position and tilting her head. It was a moment later that Eris realized she was sneaking a peek at her cock hanging out from underneath the short, poofy skirt. Well, not sneaking. Rachel was being rather obvious about it.

“Hmm, I don’t know. Seems like you enjoy the idea of letting everything hang free while crafting. Bailey may have tucked a not-so-little someone into bed, but she’s definitely waking up from her nap now.”

Eris tried to ignore the fact that blood was most definitely beginning to flow back into a mass of meat slowly rising from where it hung underneath her, plainly visible to anyone who cared to look. She picked her saw back up, lowered the green-tinted goggles from her forehead and gave an exasperated sigh.

“Can we please go five minutes without talking about sex, nudity, or my dick? We need to get back to work so we can finish up all this stuff sometime soon.”

“I dunno,” Rocky scoffed. “That’s asking a lot from us-”

“Eris is right,” Grace grunted, cutting off the Leatherworker. The official-looking woman had since taken off her blue uniform top, which at this point had been something Eris wasn’t sure was physically possible. She’d never seen Grace without the full, complete uniform until now. “There’s a lot of important things that need to be done, and the sooner we finish with this, the sooner that Eris can get to work on everything else.”

The woman’s uniform was folded neatly to the side and left Grace in a simple, incredibly bland undershirt while she did the dirty work that would have probably ruined her uniform. Either that, or it was just more comfortable to not have on that formal jacket when laying backwards inside the oven. There were smudges of soot on her exposed arms and even her face as she worked to affix bits of freshly-forged metal that Rachel was handing to her after they’d been quenched and cooled for a bit. Along with that were a few runestones carved with heat-based enchantments either from Tatum or herself. And when she wasn’t putting all those in because she was waiting for more metal to be shaped, she was running over and helping to carve the wood for the loom that Eris was about three pieces away from beginning to assemble. The woman never stopped moving- not even once.

If nothing else, Eris could see the hectic nature of what it meant to be an Artisan and bouncing between multiple different crafts at the same time. At least Grace seemed accustomed to it, and actually made it look somewhat easy. The pun of her name aside, she handled it very gracefully.

Of course, it was Rocky that snickered loudly from where she sat at a different worktable, screwing multiple pieces of Eris’s carved wood together.

“Yeah, there’s a lot of important sex with her Wonders that Eris needs to be doing. Nothing’s quite like an orgy that the military itself is setting up just for you.”

“I think she was referring to the potions brewing right now,” Addison chimed in, dragging her rasp along the wooden beam she was working on. “She’ll need to go back to Bailey’s shop to finish making them soon.”

Rocky chuckled. “The birth control potions designed so that Eris doesn’t have to worry about dropping babies in the sloppy six-way she’ll be in tonight, and so that the gallons of cum she pumped into the princess aren’t gonna seep into her tight little womb?”

Addison’s pale face turned a darker shade. “Are you always so vulgar?”

“No,” Rocky smiled. “But it makes you blush, which is funny as shit, and I know the dirty talk really gets Eris hot and bothered.”

“Why are you trying to do that?” Charlotte asked, also blushing. Rocky waggled her eyebrows.

“Honestly? I just really want to see how big it is when it’s hard. That thing’s already a monster.”

Eris instinctively tried to tug the skirt down a little lower to cover her half-erect womanhood, but it really was a very short skirt and sitting down in this stool just made it a pointless act. Unfortunately, that only made Eris wonder what it was like when Bailey wore it to an actual wedding. The fact that Eris knew Bailey hated wearing underwear really did not help in her efforts to keep from getting turned on. Rocky laughed.

“Gods, it’s getting even bigger!”

Rachel snickered, turning around to pull a new piece of glowing metal out of the old forge. “You’re a perv.”

“She’s literally an Artificer of sex,” Rocky argued. “Isn’t being a perv objectively the best option?”

“No,” Addison shook her head. “And you’re screwing that wrong.”

“That’s what she said?” Rocky raised an eyebrow in confusion. Addison rubbed the bridge of her nose with two fingers.

“Not like that- the beams. You’re screwing them in the wrong place.”

“No I’m not!” Rocky looked down at the wooden assembly laid on the table before her- thankfully taking her eyes off of Eris’s cock. Gods, in this dress, Eris probably was better off naked.

“Yeah, you are,” Hima chirped up, looking over Rocky’s shoulder. “The a-frame support for the left side of the loom is supposed to go between the beams marked one and five, not one and three.”

“You told me one and three…”

“No she didn’t.”

Everyone’s voice coming in at exactly the same time to correct the scruffy-haired leatherworker made Rocky jump in her stool.

“Wow, fuck. Okay, I guess I did hear that one wrong, then.”

As Hima settled back into her seat to sit quietly, Eris pulled her knife through the wood in front of her with one more butter-like carve before pausing. “Wait, Hima, weren’t you letting out my pants so that I could wear them?”

The shorter, green-braided girl blinked. “Yeah, I’m done. They’re over there, along with some underwear I made that should hopefully hold you better.”

“And you didn’t tell me they were done so I could change… why?”

Hima paused, a tint of red flowing through her cheeks. Bailey cleared her throat.

“Eris, there’s only one person in this whole room that isn’t ogling your dick, and that’s because he’s straight, married, and has kids.”

“He’s also attempting to write a new report on all of this to give the researchers whatever information they require,” Kull sighed from his position in the opposite corner of the room, about as far away from the group of girls as he could possibly be. He was hunched over the small kitchen counter, scrawling away with his pen. “He would also appreciate to be left out of this conversation, or else he will administer harsh punishments using his authority as the dean of the sector.”

The room went quiet for a moment. Bailey swallowed.

“Yep, okay then.” She turned back to Eris. “Anyway, all of us ladies have been openly admiring your junk for the last fifteen minutes, and you’re wondering why Hima didn’t tell you about your pants?”

Eris sighed, standing up from the stool to walk over to where Hima acknowledged her loosened pants were. “Bailey, what happened to them being tutors that were just supposed to teach me about crafting, not have sex with me?”

Ophelia chirped up, hands covered in clay. “It was going to be like that, but then you got a necklace that rewards sex with skills.”

Hima raised her hand. “Plus, you’re the one that stripped naked and made Grace eat you out in front of all of us, even before you got the necklace. You started it.”

“And I don’t think she’ll be opposed to doing it again with your new package,” Rocky laughed. “She’s practically drooling.”

Grace wiped her mouth with the back of one hand, face bright red, and turned back to look inside of the partially-assembled oven. “No I’m not!”

Eris let out a deep, long breath of regret before mumbling.

“I could throw a rock in a brothel and find eight less horny tutors.”

“And a new bodyguard!” Bailey giggled. “Carmine’s been staring just as much as the rest of us.”

Eris picked her pants up from the table while the Knight abruptly looked away. “Believe me, I know.”