This choice: Thomas goes to do Isabelle's work. • Go Back...Chapter #10Dreadful Paperwork by: Nenen   Thomas and Isabelle got cleaned thanks to Isabelle, who had wet towels and tissues in her own inventory, which was a lifesaver. Turns out the inventory works like the games. The items are leaves that go *poof* and the item appears. Having cleaned themselves as best they could without a shower or bath both of them put on the clothing from their current body. It was… awkward. Thomas could feel Isabelle's panties sliding up his ass and had a hard time with the bra. Her skirt seemed a bit too short and her shirt and jacket felt a bit too form fitting, but despite it all he put on the clothing. Isabelle had finished dressing earlier since his outfit was much more simple and had less stuff to put on. Once both were fully dressed they just… stared at each other for a bit. "Okay! So… I'll go to your work then. See you later Isabelle."
"See you later Thomas. I'm sorry for all this."
"Don't apologize, it's fine. I kind of want to try this now, especially if it helps you. Well, goodbye for now." Thomas said to her and left the house. It was still early morning and no one seemed to be out yet. It may be for the best, he doesn't think he can act like Isabelle properly. As he walked he couldn't help but pay attention to his current body. The way his new breasts bounced with each step, how his new big butt jiggled with each movement, the feeling of Isabelle's oanties sliding into hjs butt. By the time he got to the town hall, which was pretty close, he was sporting a big blush. But he was here already, and it was time for work. In the games it was nothing much, he barely had to do a thing. Surely it isn't that bad.
Thomas' optimism disappears the moment he goes through that door. Papers. So many papers, stacked on top of each other. There's at least 4 big stacks of paper around the Mayor's desk, all needing to be checked he assumes. "This… wasn't part of the games." He said as he walked around more papers on the floor and towards the Mayor's seat. He sat down, offhandedly noticing how nice it felt to sit with Isabelle's big butt, and began to work. "Okay! First one is… a request for more butterflies? Like… catching them? Sure I guess." He used a stamp to approve it and picked the next. "This one is a… request for fewer butterflies." Thomas deadpanned. And then took another paper. A request to maintain the number of butterflies. "Let's see who requested these… oh are you kidding me!" It was the same villager that did all three requests. And they were only a day apart from each other. Thonas sighed and kept up with the work of looking at all the requests of the villagers.
Time went by both quickly and slowly. Thomas felt like each minute was an eternity on this until he heard his new stomach rumble. When he looked at the clock he saw it was 2 PM. "Huh? Did that much time pass already?" He had managed to clear two stacks of requests. Most denied, as they contradicted each other. More flowers, too many flowers, change the town tune to something high pitched, change it to something low pitched. Too many trees plant more trees. It was becoming clear that these cute anthropomorphic animals didn't know what they wanted. Or they change their interests every day. Would villagers get angry and leave? Maybe. Would that upset Isabelle? Maybe! She wouldn't show it though. However, Thomas knew that pleasing everyone was a fool's errand. Oh he could try, but some of these requests were just… so dumb and contradictory. Why did they want more butterflies? Because they wanted to see more color outside their house. Then they thought it was too much color. Then they realized that they could simply plant flowers to see more color. The request for less trees made more sense because it was for a fear of getting stung by a beehive falling when they shake trees. Thomas just wanted to tell them to not shake trees, but he wouldn't lie, he would shake them too. The request for the town tune also made sense. People tire of hearing the same thing after a while. It was just an issue of different preferences for what each villager wanted.
Thomas sighed again and got up. He had to eat something and there seemed to be a room on the back. Maybe a mini cafeteria for Isabelle. When he opened the door his heart sank and clenched. It was a small room there. A microwave and a small freezer on one side, a pair of mantles on the other serving as a 'bed'. Isabelle had a few spare clothes hanging on the wall. This was Isabelle's room. Isabelle lived in the Town Hall. She woke up working, and went to bed working. The door to further back was simply a small bathroom. Thomas would need to talk to Isabelle about this. For now though, food. He took a frozen meal from the small fridge, heated it up and ate as he kept working. He wasn't going to let Isabelle go through all of this herself.
Some hours later Thomas managed to clear half of all the requests. Somehow. A bunch of them were repeats of previous ones so that made things easier. He, however, felt exhausted. He just wanted to lie down and sleep, but he knew he had to meet Isabelle. There was more work, but he wouldn't keep her waiting. So he got ip, stretched and made his back make sounds, and then set off. Outside he saw more Villagers, all of them sexualized like Isabelle was. He waved at some and got waves in return, and then walked to his house. He knocked the door once, and then entered. Isabelle? Are you there? He could see a figure under covers on the bed, probably her. He went to check on them and saw…   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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