“Like howbadlyyou want to cum.”
Shock ripples through me and turns to heat. “I d-don’t… I… How doyouknow that?!”
He smirks. “Experience. Your scent. Yourneedylittle 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, thelongerit will take, theharderit will be to cum, to finally rest… You’llneedandneedandneedfor 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 amnota 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 notfair.”
He simply tilts his head and looks at me with patient affection. “Youwillbe 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 canfeelit.
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.
