The former, for obvious reasons. They’re perkier than I expected for how much they grew, then shrunk. Then again, I think they’ve grown again since I fell asleep.
As for my throat:fuck, I’m thirsty. I need to get back to the kitchen. The chamber I’m currently in is relatively small, and Sylvus leans back on a pile of pillows and blankets that support his odd anatomy.
Lying on his back, with his legs folded up over the spider half of his body, he looks…
Creepyis what I should think.
Creepy isdefinitelywhat I should think.
But what I actually think is…
Cute.
I shake my head. I must be delirious with dehydration. A house is a house, right? I should be able to find the kitchen without too much issue.
I crawl carefully across the web.
Sylvus stirs—the webs carry the vibrations to him.
But he just sighs and sinks back to sleep.
I continue onward over the silk’s strange texture. It’s soft and smooth, and feels slippery until I sink my fingers through the strands, which gives me a firm grip.
My body feels strange, my sense of balance different. Fuck, these tits are heavy.
I vaguely acknowledge that I’m completely naked, but that’s the least of my problems right now.
The tunnel ends at a tube so steep it’s almost vertical.
Well… only one option. Sure I have a good grip, I lower my legs over the drop and feel for a foothold. It’s easy enough.
I shift carefully out into the tube. The silk digs into my toes, especially with my new weight, but I feel secure.
The first ten feet of climbing down, I feel great. Clever. Capable.
At fifteen feet, my thighs start burning. Then my calves. Then my forearms.
The burning turns to shaking.
Oh, fuck, I’m a lot more exhausted than I realized. And the bottom of the tube is… a yawning darkness.
I speed up my descent, hoping to make it to the bottom before my muscles give out.
It happens so fast: my toes slide off the silk instead of finding purchase. The downward slip starts my momentum, and my aching hands give out. I yelp as I fall backwards, dim silk blurring by.
You’ve done it this time, Andromeda.
I squeeze my eyes shut and brace.
Something warm and stretchy catches my back, and I gasp.
Oh, thank god.
I exhale with relief and open my eyes, orienting.
Sylvus’s face is inches from mine.
“Jesus!” I startle, making the silk that caught me bounce. The springy surface is stretched between Sylvus’s front four legs.
