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.
CHAPTER 4
SYLVUS
By the stars,she’s fucking gorgeous.
Tits swollen, hanging heavy ahead of her soft belly and thighs, rippling where every band of silk digs in…
I want to sink my fingers, my teeth, into every inch of her.
But if I touch her, I’ll lose control. I’ll be the one responsible for extending her transformation, making it painful. She might actually like that, but I can’t let it happen. It’s a matter of professional pride.
I’m not usually like this. I’m usually impartial, detached, clinical. This is my job, after all: preparing willing applicants to become milking pets. We take finding a good match as seriously as the ICSS does, albeit for quite different reasons. Our version of a one-star review is an escaped pet that draws the might and ire of the ICSS slamming down on our little operation. But as long as everybody’s happy—pets and owners alike—we continue to fly under the radar.
Most compatible humans already have temperaments suited to being good pets. They tend to be submissive, trusting.Many already have lactation fetishes and they relish the transformation.
Butthisone…
Andromeda…
With her wild, curly hair and those cutting green eyes…
She’s another kind of creature entirely.
One that’s dangerously fun.
When she parted her legs and her scent hit me—sweet and spiced like candied fruit—I almost devoured her.
When the other hucows transform, it’s a blissful, peaceful process. Lots of happy sighs.
But Andromeda is having arevelation.
Her eyes roll back. She moans with every breath. Slick arousal drips between her legs, and she trembles and shudders.
The last band of silk across her breasts covers her nipples, holding back the milk that swells her skin, making it taut and round.
Her areolas show around the edges, puffy and dark pink. So, so close to being ready…
