theshoelace

'K. Here's a new Cremia piece.

'' Cremia kept staring at the clock, pondering, as time passed slowly. She stepped out of the bathroom, and went back to her own room to look in the closet, and feverishly started looking for a bright red dress she knew she had- it was much too large for her. She found it under all her other clothes. She threw the remaining shreds of clothing off her, and started putting on the dress. As expected, it was difficult to pull over her chest, but with some effort it worked. It fit rather tight around her hips, making it look rather odd ( her cow tail was easy to see ).

She looked at the time- she had been pondering and searching for quite long. It was 5:50 and in ten minutes Romani would wake up. Cremia decided she would just wait outside the door and wait for Romani and act like nothing happened. She walked back to the bathroom and looked at herself. The size of her breasts, hips and buttocks were not hard to guess as her dress fit quite tight. Cremia sighed- Romani was quite intelligent and would definately notice the changes. She couldn’t hide her horns and she couldn’t hide her cow tail.

Cremia walked out the door- the sun was already rising and it was becoming light on the field. Cremia heard walking outside the door- there was Romani. The door was opened, and there stood her little sister. ‘‘ Good mo-...morning.’’, she said, upon seeing Cremia. ‘‘ What has happened to you?’’, she asked, as expected immediatly noticing all the changes. ‘‘ I don’t know...’’, said Cremia mournfully. ‘‘ I remember drinking Chateau Romani yesterday, but I’ve done that before.’’, she said.

Romani was confused, and so was Cremia- but there was nothing more to say, it seemed. ‘‘ The cows are waiting...’’, said Cremia. Romani nodded and they walked in the field. Cremia started feeling better again, and Romani was cheerful as she always was. The sun was higher in the sky when at last they finished milking all the cows. They went back to the house, planning to discuss business further- when suddenly there was a sound like fabric ripping. Romani looked back at Cremia- there were holes in the fabric everywhere.

Romani knew what happened, but acted puzzled for Cremia’s sake. Cremia knew her bust was still growing- and her hips and buttocks too. They walked on back to the house. ‘‘ Romani, if this keeps up, I won’t be able to bring the milk to the Milk Bar.’’, she said, upon entering their house. ‘‘ I know...’’, said Romani. ‘‘ But I can do it- you already prepared the carriage yesterday, and all I have to do is lead the horses.’’ Cremia looked doubtful. ‘‘ But the road is dangerous.’’, she said.

‘‘ Let’s just sent word that I can’t right now. Last time we had loads of milk for them, so they will not run short on it the next week.’’, Cremia decided. Romani wasn’t sure- the Milk Bar sold loads and loads of milk. Romani decided to go with the carriage without Cremia’s permission- at six ‘o clock in the evening like Cremia usually did. The day passed rather boring- Cremia felt her bust, hips and butt slowly ( and yet fast ) grow. She feared her dress would not last long at this rate.

At six ‘o clock, Romani left the house and stepped in the carriage. The horses were there, waiting for Cremia and seemed surprised to see Romani. Romani held the reigns and let the horses run. Cremia heard the noise and ran out the door- but too late. The carriage was headed for the way out of the Romani Ranch. Hopelessly, Cremia shouted ‘‘ BE CAREFUL!’’ at the top of her lungs. Romani heard, and shouted ‘‘ I WILL!’’ as loud as she could. She went out of the ranch. Suddenly, the horses stopped. The ordinary road was blocked with a gate.

She knew who did this- the Gorman Brothers, their concurrents. She had no choice but to move through their land. She turned, and rode off at the horses’ top speed. She hadn’t been driving for long when she heard yells behind her. Two masked men on horses chased her- she recognised them as the Gorman Brothers. They were gaining on her- her horses had to carry a carriage and so the Gorman Brothers had the advantage. Sweat appeared on Romani’s forehead, and she wished she had listened to Cremia.

‘‘ Leave me alone!’’, she shouted in panic as the Gorman brothers were inches away from the carriage filled with milk. Suddenly one of the Gorman brothers screamed- an arrow had hit his leg. He fell off his horse and the other stopped pursuit. ‘‘ How did that happen?’’, Romani wondered. Someone had rescued her, and she had no idea who. The rest of the road was safe, and she safely arrived at Clock Town with her shipment. As she had guessed, the Milk Bar needed it. They were surprised to see Romani- and they learned Cremia was ‘‘sick’’.

The way back was safe- the Gorman brothers knew it wouldn’t do any good to bother her now, since she wasn’t shipping milk. Back at the Ranch, Romani saw Cremia waiting. She expected to be scolded, and stepped out of the carriage rather scared. But her sister hugged her. ‘‘ Thanks for bringing the milk to the Milk Bar. That was very brave of you.’’, she said. Romani smiled, but also noticed that Cremia’s dress would not last longer than a few hours. ''