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 pureneed, 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 yousweet 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. “Mysweet… 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 zipperof 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…”
