I wake up again.

Surprisingly this tub is rather comfortable.

I am a little bit floating inside this substance.

This time I feel astonishing good.

The fever is gone and my itch settled.

Also, my stomach got a little better while my head stopped throbbing.

I see Kyska who seemingly has really just the job to stay close to me.

My throat feels sore and I need something to drink against this.

So I decide to ask for it, as she was rather courteous until now.

(E)

Huh?

What was that?

That didn't sound like normal speech!?

That didn't sound like a voice in the first place!?

(K)

She understood!?

What is going on here?

I grab my throat and try to make sounds.

(E)

(K)

(E)

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(E)

I continue to shout out these screeches and panic more and more.

(K)

Kyska hands me a vessel of some kind, filled with liquid.

With all that happened to me, I've lost my trust, yet my throat won't get better without liquid.

I take a slow sip and this is absolutely no water.

Rather it is sweet again.

Extremely sweet.

The strange thing is, I never was excessively into sweets, but now I could down it all at once.

We were never rich enough to afford them and even on occasions I would at most take a bit.

Now I could get addicted to this.

That might be a bit much to say, nonetheless, this taste is so pleasant that I don't long for something like water and could exclusively rely on this.

However, this taste makes me somehow calm down and I can think straight again.

(E)

(K)

(E)

That's how cows work. Eating grass and then they produce milk.

(K)

(E)

I hate talking with these "creaks".

I don't even know how such a simple expression can contain any information, but Kyska understands everything perfectly.

And I do as well.

(K)

So no cows.

But this all is already so foreign that I better don't dwell on this.

At least my throat got better with this fluid.

Yet this doesn't help my voice at all.

I tried to avert my mind, but each of these sounds coming from me makes me depressed.

(E)

I am a bit teary due to this situation.

I mean I sound like those insects.

(K)

(E)

(K)

I cannot revert the changes, but I can adjust my usage.

This isn't perfect, but a way out.

Still, I'm very shaken.

This all is just too much.

(E)

(K)

(E)

(K)

Kyska is very confident about that.

As if this circumstance would be reason enough to justify absolutely everything.

Yet this isn’t giving me anything.

(E)

(K)

Details?

What kind of details!?

(E)

There wasn't anything impressive about that.

Yet for some reason, I can feel how Kyska grows excited.

(K)

(E)

(K)

(E)

That sounds just pitiful to me.

subordination! There could be no greater proof how fitting you are. Understanding, reasonable, and foremost submissive. These are the most suitable traits for a princess!> (K)

Somehow I feel a little insulted.

(E)

(K)

Wonderful. I am a very important servant.

(E)

(K)

(E)

(K)

This idea triggers me and frantic I control if there is any change to my body.

The first is apparent.

My nails blackened.

This is disturbing but neglectable.

My hair feels a bit greasy, yet not directly dirty.

Rather as if it got drenched in oil and looks glistening.

I don't really want to know more about this and dismiss it.

Then I notice something disturbing.

My muscles feel hard.

Like really hard.

And I cannot ease them up.

My arm feels extremely firm beneath the skin when I press.

Still slightly flexible but not much.

(K)

(E)

(K)

(E)

(K)

(E)

(K)

This doesn't help!

Forget it! Ignore it!

It is under your skin, so you never must see!

However, the next thing I cannot push aside.

I had constantly experienced pain in my hip, especially stinging at my back.

And now when I strobe there, I feel something.

There is some kind of bulge at the point between where my back ends and my butt begins.

It feels hard and disturbingly I perceive that it’s shifting inside.

(E)

(K)

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(K)

This insect takes it as an invitation, yet I'm too dumbfounded to protest.

I feel a touch there.

(K)

(E)

(K)

(E)

(K)

(E)

I tremble and grasp myself, while I start to tear up.

(K)

"SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH" (E)

(K)

This cannot be!

This cannot be!

I am a human, no insect!

I don't grow something to create these things!

This isn't true!

Suddenly some insects burst into the room.

Five of those normal heightened ones who brought me here and even one giant.

(worker)

(giant)

(K)

Kyska, who is apparently in charge of my surveillance is calming them down.

But now I am startled that those creatures came.

Or more, why.

They came because I screamed.

Listening to me.

Their attention was directly on me, waiting for input.

They really made me something they listen to?

I fall down on a stool and try to get all of this out of my head.

The next moment Kyska is at me.

She wipes my body which got sweaty with that panic, with some kind of...

I don't want to know.

(K)

Somehow the "creaks" sound calming, but I'm afraid this is just one more change on me.

(E)

(K)

Not completely wrong.

If they told me the truth that is.

But lying insects would be novel.

(K)

Kyska again brings me to the tub and places me inside.

I would protest that I was barely awake, and I don’t wish for anything to complete, yet I feel weak.

All of this was exhausting and mentally straining.

In addition, it seems whatever happens to my body drains on me.

So I want to sleep.