CHAPTER 3 #2
When he leans back, his ashen skin is stained crimson, dark rivulets running down his chin, throat, and chest.
He looks at me with a ravenous, bloody grin, sweeping his tongue along his lips.
Holy fuck.
I tremble, somehow already on the edge of orgasm.
It’s torturous watching him take his time licking my blood from every finger, every crevice, savoring it like ambrosia. His breath is heavy, rough.
“Hmmm, you taste good.” His tongue slides along his fangs, which leak more dark venom, as if he can’t wait to sink his teeth into me again.
It’s just a physiological reaction, I remind myself. It doesn’t mean anything.
Never mind that I’m the most aroused I’ve ever been in my entire life.
My nipples are getting hard. I thought that was fake. But they are—the tight pressure of the silk sends a tingling sensation radiating from them. It echoes in my chest, drips down my spine, settles in my cunt.
I try to rub my thighs against each other, but the bindings hold me too completely. All I can do is tense my inner muscles and whimper desperately.
Sylvus sighs with satisfaction, seeming to return to his senses. “Need something?”
“Fuck off—” The words become a moan as the tingling in my breasts gets stronger.
“I think you’ll take to the transformation quite well. You were practically sucking the venom out of me.”
“That doesn’t make any se—ah!… sense…” I suddenly feel restless. I wriggle against my bonds, but all I mange to do is stimulate my nipples against the silk, making me tremble even harder. “I don’t see why I need to be tied up now.”
Sylvus chuckles. “You especially need to be tied up now. You’re like a butterfly in a cocoon…” He hovers a hand over my body, tracing my curves, always an inch away. “Undergoing… metamorphosis.”
I suddenly twist, trying to make contact. Bastard. Tease. Fuck, I need a hand in my cunt.
My breath heaves. “You don’t mean my bones are going to melt, do you?”
He waves a hand. “I was being mostly metaphorical. The cocoon serves two key purposes. First, the cascade of physiological changes is rapid and intense. The compression ensures your blood flow remains even and you don’t pass out, even as your body expands.”
I wriggle again. “Can’t you make a compression suit or something, then?”
He raises a finger, motioning for me to be patient.
I want to bite his head off.
Fuck, every beat of my heart throbs in my cunt and my nipples.
“The second reason is that there’s also a chaotic release of neurotransmitters and hormones. Your urges and emotions may cycle rapidly. Often times, the thing your body is screaming at you to do will only make it worse.”
“Oh yeah? Like what?”
“Like how badly you want to cum.”
Shock ripples through me and turns to heat. “I d-don’t… I… How do you know that?!”
He smirks. “Experience. Your scent. Your needy little moans and whimpers you couldn’t hold back if you wanted to.”
Something fuzzy and warm spreads through my brain, and I don’t think it’s entirely from the venom.
“Wh…” I pant. Blink. Focus. “What happens if I cum?”
“The final stage of transformation requires release. The more times you cum during the transformation, the longer it will take, the harder it will be to cum, to finally rest… You’ll need and need and need for hours and hours without relief…”
The words pluck my core like a string, sending me thrumming. I can only make a frustrated, desperate noise.
He laughs. “Maybe I should let you cum. I had a feeling you’d be a masochist.”
That’s enough to shock me partway back into my senses. “I am not a masoch—”
Without warning, he slaps me hard on the ass.
Even through the layers of silk and my coveralls, the sting goes deep. My eyes roll back as the pain turns to electric pleasure, and my cunt flutters, teasing me with the edge.
When I can breathe again, I whimper.
“Like I said. Masochist.”
“That’s… that’s not fair.”
He simply tilts his head and looks at me with patient affection. “You will be a fun one to break.”
“Nobody’s… breaking…” My head is fuzzy, like I just chugged two glasses of wine. My protest is forgotten as the silk tightens across my chest, making my nipples blaze with sensation.
No, wait—it’s not the silk tightening. It’s my breasts swelling.
Sylvus’s gaze slides down my body, and I swear I’m so sensitive I can feel it.
Every time I breathe in, my breasts ache at the pressure.
“Y-you have to let me go now, right?”
He clicks his tongue. “Of course not. I thought you were a faster learner than that. Then again, I suppose you’re… distracted.”
The word drips with contempt, and I don’t need a neural chip to know it means, a brainless slut.
“But I can’t breathe…”
“Yes, you can. It stretches.”
“Barely!” The pressure in my chest builds. True to Sylvus’s word, it doesn’t suffocate me, but it does make me squirm.
Sylvus’s gaze drops shamelessly to my breasts. “Growing so much already. You’ll be magnificent.”
I glance down, trying to gauge their size behind the tight binding.
D-cup, probably. After being a pear-shaped A-cup my whole life, I’d be overjoyed to stop here.
A wave of heat ripples through my core, then my breasts tingle, straining against the silk and my coveralls underneath. I pant as they swell, the sensation of weight and sensitivity intensifying.
Seems like I’m nowhere near stopping.
The silk stretches and strains, and a few strands snap.
Worry jolts through me as I remember what he said about the silk keeping my blood where it should be. “Sylvus!”
“Relax. It’s working as intended. Though I do like how you called for me in your distress…”
“J-just calling on you to warranty your labor,” I spit, with as much venom as I can manage.
Which is to say, very little venom, because I half-moan each word.
Another wave stretches my breasts further, and more strands of silk snap. The dark navy of my coveralls peeks through. I whimper through another phase of rapid growth, which strains my coveralls to the limit.
The pressure builds, and the constant tingling of my nipples drives me insane. I’m fairly certain my cunt is leaking so much, it’s soaked through both the fabric and the silk.
My breasts ache more with every breath. The ache is pure need, need to the point of pain.
Sylvus grins. “What’s the matter, little cow?”
A thread of anger glimmers behind the mind-melting arousal. “Fuck y—ah!”
“Hm, should I call you sweet bovine?”
“Don’t call me any—ngh…”
“You’re right, too long. Hmm… Bessie? Daisy? Unruly ungulate? Hearty heifer?”
I wriggle against my bonds, half-sobbing at the mix of pleasure and urgent need. “Fuck you…”
“The classics are classic for a reason. So, tell me…” He approaches with those smooth, silent legs.
His fingers brush gently down my cheek, and in my oversensitive state, the touch is nearly enough to make me cum. Pleasure floods my mind, softening my defenses.
He leans closer to my ear. “My sweet… little… cow…” The words thread through my mind, turning my thoughts hazy and soft. “What troubles you?”
“It hurts,” I whine. “There’s so much pressure, it hurts… it doesn’t stretch….”
Another wave of growth forces the air out of my lungs. I gasp shallow, panicked breaths, pleasure panging from my nipples, cunt throbbing in time.
His deep, low voice settles over my brain like a heavy blanket. “Relax.”
My trembling body goes limp.
“Good. Now, take a deep breath…”
I obey. The pressure becomes unbearable, but my deepest instincts trust Sylvus. Seams pop. Then all at once, the zipper of my coveralls gives way, splitting from the widest point of my breasts.
I gasp in a full breath as relief floods my body. The silk strains and thins, and my bare skin shows through—my bralette had long since slipped down to the sides.
The thickest band of silk remains around my nipples, digging into my soft, pillowy flesh.
“Gorgeous,” Sylvus murmurs.
My breasts swell another measure, snapping more of the silk, and I let out an orgasmic moan.
The tingling spreads to my belly and hips, recruiting them in the next wave of growth.
I struggle to draw in a full breath, but for a different reason now—the weight of my breasts is overwhelming.
“I ca—I can’t breathe…”
Sylvus’s legs reach out, and like a puppet master, he smoothly rotates my body.
I tip slowly forward, drawing in a deep breath as the pressure eases. Then I keep tipping forward until I face downwards, and the weight of my breasts pulls away. The sensation is so intense, even with the silk strap still supporting my nipples.
My thighs swell, straining the coveralls.
Sylvus’s claws drag over my hips, slicing fabric and silk.
The sensation nearly makes me cum. Any closer to my cunt and I think it would have. I spread my legs, ready to beg.
Sylvus chuckles. “None of that, yet.” He pulls away the tatters of my coveralls, then wraps my legs in fresh silk. The next wave hits, and the silk stretches, digging into my thighs that are now even more plush than before.
“What do you mean, not yet?” I choke out. “It’s done, right? The transformation is done? I can cum now?”
“I thought you weren’t breaking.” A smug grin thins his lips.
“I’m not brea—Oh, fuck!” The most intense wave yet hits me. My breasts go taut this time. As the silk stretches, it weakens, slowly letting their weight hang from my chest. “O-oh god…”
Then my mind blanks out with incomprehensible sensation, and I realize Sylvus was right.
Everything so far has only been the beginning.