My eyes popped open, the light from the hotel bedside lamp harsh after the darkness of sleep. Supine on the floor, I blinked my eyes a couple of time, clearing away the remnants of my nap. This was an unusual thing to me, I didn’t normally take my naps on the floor of my hotel room. Also unusual, at least for the last couple of weeks, was the well rested feeling. My looming presentation had been robbing me of my sleep, as well as the tips of my fingernails, both acting as fodder to the gods of anxiety. Anxiety that was no longer plaguing me.

Wow that meditation video actually worked.

Absentmindedly, I scratched at the day and a half’s worth of stubble that was currently irritating my face and neck.

No time like the present. I should be fine for the presentation tomorrow if I shave now. You’ve got this Gregory.

The steam billowed from the faucet as I laid out the necessary supplies. Wiping the mirror clean, I stared into my soft brown eyes, happy to see the bags that’d been staring back at me were now gone. My modest frame showed off my dedication to rowing at least three times a week while my lack of muscle definition showed off my love of cookies. Smirking, I gave my tummy a couple pats, appreciative of the limited flab. Lathering up, I closed an eye and gave myself a pirate smirk, brandishing my razor along with my fluffy white beard.

As I washed away the remnants of lather and stray facial hair, a strange whisper, like that of fingers drawn across a taught sheet, sounded from behind me. Curious, I looked around but found no potential source for the sound. Shaking it off, I finished washing up before applying aftershave and leaving the bathroom.

I sat on the bed and actually felt better than I had all last week. With a freshly clean face and relaxed attitude, I was ready to take on tomorrow’s presentation. Reclining, I put my hands behind my head, the overly fluffy pillows embracing me. My laptop caught the light of the bedside lamp, reflecting it into my face. With a minor huff of irritation I pulled myself from the bed, closing the lid on the meditation video I’d used. Flashes of the memories of the video sparked, unbidden, through my brain.

It’d started off normal enough. An attractive woman with tight yoga clothes sitting in lotus pose walking through breathing exercises. Telling me to, “Breathe in. Breathe out. Visualize the air entering your lungs. Hold it there before letting it go.” The sounds of soothing ocean waves play, almost inaudibly in the background, setting a soothing atmosphere. Normally these things don’t work great on me but this had me sinking deeper into the haze. Individual muscles relaxed in my neck, shoulders and, back, as my eyes drifted closed. The woman continues to talk but I let her words flow through and around me, gracefully taking them into my mind and releasing them without conscious thought. Then my free floating mind, on the cusp of sleep, found something drifting in the wilderness of unconstrained thought. It whispered to me, unknown words with sibilant syllables that twisted the air as they slipped into my ears, saturating the room with a heavy atmosphere. The voice sounded pleased as we continued this call and response for an unfathomable amount of time. I remember at some point in the conversation she chuckled as I offered my name. The whisper of a scaled hand on my cheek confused me enough to ease me from the dream state.

The recollection startled me, before now I hadn’t remembered any of that experience.

“I guess that’s what stress and lack of sleep can do to you. That and random bouts of talking to oneself while alone,” I said into the empty room of the hotel. “Hahaha your funny Gregory.” My laughter a little forced.

Unease trickled through my brain, echoes of from the time that humans were regular prey to the things that stalked in the night.

From when we were hunted.

My instincts were telling me I wasn’t alone, that the hotel room wasn’t quite as empty as it seemed. The shadows on the edge of my vision writhed and I jerked my head in that direction. Nothing but curtains, waving interminably under the cold air of the air conditioner. My rapidly pumping heart slowed, but I couldn’t banish the feeling that there was someone, something, in the room with me.

“Hello?” I called out to nothing, wincing at the tremulous note in my voice.

I’m being ridiculous. Anxiety is getting to me again. All I need is a good night’s sleep and everything will seem better in the morning. There’s nothing in here. I’m all alone.

I’d almost managed to convince myself of this when the nothing whispered back.

“You’re not alone,” the voice echoed through the room, and I was unable to pin down the source.

“Who’s there?” I asked, throat quivering with fear. Whatever was speaking felt older than time and deeper than reason. This was something that could swallow me whole, dragging me kicking and screaming into madness.

“You wound me Gregory Ludvilla. Forgetting your friend Kishanthesserantus. And after we were so recently introduced.” The sound of… Kisha’s chuckling laughter shifted, rotating from each corner of the room in turn as it circled around me. My peripheral vision showed inky tendrils reaching for me from under the closet door. Yet, when I turned to look, there was nothing there, just unremarkable closed. A cold sweat doused my brow and I held the comforter close to my chest. I threw the blanket over my head, creating a quiet sanctuary of warmth, much like I used to do as a child.

I’m going crazy. This is all in my head. Maybe it’s a nightmare?

I pinched myself on the forearm and it felt like I’d been stabbed with a knife. Beyond the pain I felt the warm trickle of blood as it flowed down my arm to drip off my elbow. My stomach churned, and I watched my unblemished arm while the hot invisible liquid cascaded across my skin.

“Oops. Sorry about that. Still figuring out the nuances. Humans are such complicated creatures aren’t they?” The voice asked rhetorically as the nauseating sensations vanished. “I think what I was looking for was somewhere around here.” A trail of pleasurable kisses from phantom lips, followed the reverse trail of the blood, tickling a line from my wrist to my elbow.

“That was good, but what about if I do-” The taste of citrus bloomed across my tongue, like I’d just bit into a slice of ripe oranges.

The bizarreness of the situation began to overwhelm me and I started to lose track of my surroundings, taste, sight, and sound blurring together into an unappetizing goulash that was taking me straight toward a blackout.

The acrid ammonia scent of smelling salts blazed through my sinuses, making me jerk my head, stabilizing me, bringing me closer to equilibrium.

“Nope. Can’t have you passing out on me.”

“Why are you doing this?” I asked in the voice of a child, wrapping my arms around my shins, bringing my knees to my chest.

“Because I enjoyed our conversation and wanted you. Do I need a better reason than that?” she asked, sounding genuinely confused.

“You can’t just go around messing with people like this. Whatever it is that you’re doing, you’re violating my rights.” The fading ammonia smell had been replaced by my favorite cologne.

“Why not?” Spidery fingers curled up my legs and I shivered.

“Because it’s not right. It’s not fair,” I whined.

“Hmmmm. Tell you what, I think I’ve got the majority of the controls down so I’ll make you a wager. If you can survive the next ten minutes without spilling your seed, I’ll leave you alone. If not then you’re mine.”

“Why would I make that wager?” I said, baffled by her rotten twisting logic.

“Oh, you don’t have to accept. It’s more of a wager for myself. You can feel free to play along if you want. I don’t really care.”

“Then it’s not really a wager,” I tried to reason with her.

“You say that like it should matter to me. It doesn’t. This is a whim of mine and you have already forfeit your rights in this matter. Do you want me to stay? To show you unimaginable horrors? To haunt your every moment?” she threatened, her voice rough as the shadows bowed in over me. Terror made my limbs quake like a hyperactive chihuahua on a sugar rush. I shook my head and mouthed the word “no.”

“Then indulge me,” she said, her sybillant voice flashing back to chipper.

Like a puppet having it’s strings tugged, my body rose to its knees on the bed. The sensation of a phantom tongue licking along my dick inflamed my terror and I felt myself instinctively responding to her manipulations, growing hard; something I assumed she was trying to achieve. She teased me a moment with a breath of cool air, blown from a pair of imagined plump kissable lips.

Stop it. Don’t do it Gregory. All you have to do is hold on for ten minutes. Should be easy… right? Failing to convince myself, the phantom lips decided to stop teasing as a warm mouth encompassed my cock. Twitching in surprise, I tried to meditate through the pleasurable twirling of the ghost tongue.

Unsurprisingly it didn’t work.

My next plan had me staring at my pulsing cock, hoping the strangeness of feeling something without seeing anything would confuse my brain enough that the arousal would disappear.

Yeah, like that’s going to happen. If anything, sensations became stronger the more I watched.

“How long to go?” I asked through gritted teeth.

“You’ve made it through an entire a minute and a half, congratulations,” she said, chuckling with caustic glee at my feeble struggles. Then there was a moment of respite before things got, much, much, worse. An invisible pussy backed onto my dick, sliding home with an audible squelch.

“Fuck.”

“Fuck indeed, Mr. Ludvilla. Now the fun really begins.”

I found myself instinctually pumping my hips, matching the rocking pace of the woman before I stopped myself, clenching my jaw. Our thighs continued to slap together, her skin pillowy soft against my own.

“Two minutes down, eight to go.”

I dug my nails into my hips, hoping the pain would distract me.

It worked…

A little.

“Three minutes. Hmmm. Your doing pretty well,” she said, sounding a little frustrated.

A new feeling appeared, surprising to me in that it wasn’t overtly sexual; soft cool fingers that wound through my hair, massaging my scalp with soothing caresses.

“Ahhh. I see,” she said. Fear ran through me at her understanding tone.

The pussy disappeared mid stroke and I exhaled with relief. Only to have the strength vanish from my hips, making me fall unexpectedly back on the bed.

“You are not, as they say, a leader of dances. You prefer to be the follower, to let your partner take the lead.”

Oh shit.

It was at this moment that I realized there was no way I was getting out of this without some wounds.

The familiar bite from a rope encircled my wrists drawing them up to the headboard. Two sets of nails bit thin lines along my pecs and I winced.

Maybe she’ll go too far. I don’t enjoy pain, I can win if she hurts me too much.

As if echoing the thought the nails eased into a silken caress that wound around my nipples.

“I guess that doesn’t do it for you does it?” she asked.

I refused to answer her rhetoric question, obstinate and sullen that she could read me so well. A velvet grip enfolded my penis, soaking it in delirious, impossible pleasure. I bit the inside of my cheek until I bled.

“Don’t be like that,” she chided, slowly pumping her invisible hips up and down. My mouth fell open as I panted, not getting enough oxygen breathing through my nose.

I groaned, tugging experimentally against the restraints but they refused to budge, my mind focusing ever more carefully on the mind numbing sensations that were coming from my lower half, slowly and carefully pushing me towards the edge.

“Five minutes. Halfway there, but unfortunately it looks to be as far as you’ll get seems you’ve reached your limit.” She seated her pussy around my dick, rhythmic clenches attempting to milk my seed as I fought against the rising pleasure. My reluctance wasn’t enough, my hips pumping, and I shot my seed up into an invisibly snatch where it swirled in the air before disappearing into a madness inducing portal the size of a dime.

“Delicious,” she said as she continued to force my body to ejaculate. Something about the encounter, the fear or the countdown or my struggle, made it the strongest orgasm of my entire life. Involuntary paroxysms tensed unpredictable portions of my body as the blinding haze consumed me for a good minute, after which I fell uncaring of anything back onto the bed.

“Now you’re mine,” she said with an eager hiss. The invisible presence that’d hounded me vanished with a trace.

“Why can’t I see you?” I asked, my brain’s transformers still repairing after the overload.

“Because I’m not really there,” she replied with a low chuckle. Impossible hands started massaging the muscles in my back as I lay supine on the bed. The hands knew what they were doing as they worked away my tension, encouraging me to sink deeper and deeper into the comforter. Half asleep from the orgasm and massage double team, I listened as the strange woman began humming an alien tune, the musical notes twisting and dancing pleasantly through the air. Eventually, she finished with my back and began to work on my sides, focusing especially hard on the clump of muscles that ran just below my armpits. Sighing in bliss, I raised my hands to give her easier access.

Which she probably doesn’t need. Considering I’m either being courted by a supernatural being. Or, the much more likely scenario, is that I’m suffering an extreme anxiety induced hallucination and I need medical attention. Either way, nothing to do for it now but to relax and enjoy this wonderful massage.

Absentmindedly, I reached out to scratch my belly after she’d moved the massage upward to my pecs. While my arms still lie above my head? Cracking my eyes open, I peered down my torso where a second pair of arms rested on my belly. Before the sight could sink in the hand on my belly gave me a half wave before falling back to my stomach. My eyes about bugged out of my head when I realized I could feel sensations from both the new appendages that rested, one on my belly and the other out by my side.

Safe to say I freaked the fuck out.

I held my head in my hands, the normal ones, not the freakshow ones. Hyperventilating, my legs scrabbling on the bed. My thoughts went something like:

Ahhhhhhhhhhh! I fucking have arms where there should not be arms. Why the fuck do I have arms there? How the fuck do I have extra arms?

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!

It continued along that general thought highway for a good minute or two.

Then Kisha hummed.

The tone was strange enough that it derailed my circle jerk of panic that had me spinning my tires. My new arms eased me to the bed without my direction; rather they appeared to be under Kisha’s control.

“There isn’t that better,” she said around the humming. The speech portion of my brain unavailable, I blinked my eyes and listened to her console me with that rumbling tone, basking in it like a lizard under a heat lamp. Eventually I found my throat rumbling, harmonizing with the woman. She started a little melody, a dirge full of minor notes that I instinctively matched note for note, accompanying her through the musical lament. My eyes blinked a second set of lids from the side as my features began to subtly morph, softening under the hands of an invisible sculptor.

I moaned and leaned into the reshaping, accepting it with an easy grace I’d lacked for the arms. Arms that Kisha used to reach up and part my suddenly plump lips, fingernails digging into my tongue. Taking a firm grip, Kisha began to pull and my tongue unreeled, jerking out in glistening sections as it plated into overlapping muscular tiers. It extended a good foot and a half of prehensile pink organ before she stopped. The tip split into forked tines that encircled a few fingers, sending a jolt of sexual enjoyment as great as any I’d ever felt before. I groaned as the tail slurped back into my mouth, safely ensconced in a more flexible and accommodating throat.

While she’d been manipulating my tongue our mutual humming had stopped and I could feel the panic begin to return. Her hands curled firmly against my lower back, pushing against the flesh encouraging it to change.

“What are you doing now?” I asked, struggling to control my twitching and changing flesh. I shameless panted, looking for some way to vent the heat that’d invaded my body.

“Our backside is looking decidedly bare. I’m changing that,” she said, slightly distracted with concentration. She brought her fingers to my open mouth, rubbing them around my ribbed tongue, accumulating spit. The hot wet lubrication was massaged around and across my anus, making me tense as she broadcast her intentions. I remembered my own hands just in time as I tried to protect my vulnerable orifices.

“Can’t have that,” she murmured, almost absentmindedly. A wave of pleasant lethargy inundated my flesh, making my eyes lid and my body shudder. My hands fell to the bed at my side as I drifted, once more unable to care about anything she wanted to do to me.

“Nooo,” I whispered halfheartedly.

“Hush now, we need to concentrate,” Kisha said. I felt myself sink into the sensations, loosening my muscles as she slid her finger home. The pain I’d expected wasn’t there, instead a pleasant fullness accompanied her persistent teases as her other hand continued to kneed my lower back, my spine growing much more flexible as time went on. Her finger stopped its exploration to begin a much more interesting action of pumping in and out. Acting in tandem, her hands worked both the inside and outside of my flesh.

“There we are,” she said, withdrawing her hand fully from my anus. I sighed with mental relief, my flesh still needy and petulant with the loss of stimulation. Only to realize that the same fullness her finger had was still there. And it was growing! A sliver of panic shot through the lethargy.

“What’s going on?”

“It’s a tail dearie,” she said with disturbingly motherly care. “Now don’t be shy, you’ll have to come out eventually.” I feared that she was no longer talking to me. The fullness grew with spine tingling sensations as my insides thrashed unnaturally. My tongue fell from my mouth like a package of ribbons that’s rolled off a table, tickling my sternum. My biceps curled up, nails shredding the bedding and pillows as I fought against the inevitable. My panicked eyes observed my writhing form from mirror on the wall, unable to determine if the movements were those of pleasure or terror.

“Such potent emotions for such a tiny little thing. If you relaxed and just accepted it I’m sure you would have more fun. Although, I will say I am enjoying myself immensely.” Groaning, I flexed my ass, trying my damnedest to avoid letting it out; struggling against every inch the reclusive appendage ventured toward freedom. Finally, it was a cramp in my foot that did me in, distracting me for a single instant. With a wet squelch, the dark teal scaled length slid from my anus, glistening wetly; its cool length transmitting a traitorous sensation of coolness to my nervous system.

“Awwwww. It’s adorable,” she said with a feminine squeal, using her hands to stroke my new tail. The sensation of fullness hadn’t retreated with the tails emergence, instead growing in conjunction with the tails expansion. A dim part of my mind wondered if I could control the limb, tracing the neural pathways the sensations were coming from. No such luck as the tail continued feeding from my painlessly wrecked ass, curling up and around my turncoat arms, apparently under the invader’s control. There was a stripe that ran down the center of my tail covered warm cream colored scales, breaking up its otherwise uniform look. She’d moved on but my backside still twitched occasionally as the tail continued to extend, my body an automatic tail dispenser that didn’t know when to stop.

“Aren’t you bored of this old thing?” she asked, tracing the tip of my dick I just now realized was erect again.

“No.” But there was a growing part of me that was distinctly curious, almost excited, about where she was going; where she was going to take me.

“Don’t be that way sweetie. Trust me, you’re going to love this.”

She started at my balls, her-slash-my fingers rolling them around my scrotum, each touch making them draw up tighter and tighter, closer and closer to my body. Hissing with enthusiasm, my balls slipped inside with little fanfare. Pinching and rubbing caused my sack to dwindle, deflating like a balloon with a leak until there was nothing but a smooth expanse of skin between my erection and my taint.

But Kisha wasn’t done with me yet. She continued pushing and kneading, patiently working with my flesh until my body relented to her will, an innocuous furrow formed, heralding greater changes. Scraping with our nails, she dug deeper and deeper into my body, tunneling as the displaced flesh bunched and folded at the entrance, creating fleshy magenta lips. These weren’t delicate virgin flower type lips, they were bulky flaps of skin with enough heft for someone to latch onto and tug with fingers, lips, or teeth; I loved them. The thought of Kisha gripping my labia in her teeth and giving a pull was enough to send my burgeoning erection into overdrive. A sigh that sounded more like a pleasured hiss slipped from my lips and Kisha’s fingers picked up the pace, twisting as they drilled further into my body. After they finished their work, her glistening fingers withdrew and brought the evidence of my pleasure up to my lips for a quick taste. Parting my lips lazily, I let her roll our fingers around my plated tongue, enjoying my feminine scent and taste.

Returning to the scene of the crime, she peeled back the lips of my sex with her fore and middle finger, revealing the dripping fleshy pink vagina to the air. But there was still something missing. Her ministrations felt pleasant but my gut told me that it just wasn’t enough; that there was more to be had, sensations, hiding deep in my skin if I just let go. My eyes drifted closed as her thumb rolled around the top of my pussy.

My pussy. A phrase that became less strange and more exciting as it bounced around my head. Something clicked, and my flesh began to rumple and swirl under her thumb, tightening into a sensitive nub that began culturing nerves like it was out of style. In just a few seconds it already was almost overwhelming, but I still wanted more, and Kisha didn’t disappoint.

She spent two minutes encouraging my sensitive bundle, until her every touch of my clit had me almost screeching my pleasure-pain into the universe. While she worked my clit, my belly tightened inward, squeezed by an invisible force that moved the bulk downward, filling out my hips and ass as they expanded with a muted crack. Finally satisfied, she let her middle finger slip off my labia into my pussy proper. I could feel my body’s clutching warmth when the finger sunk home, both the instinctive clutching warmth of my pussy and the firm penetrations of our wiggling finger enough to send me into a rapturous orgasm that took me elsewhere for an unknown period of time.

When I came back, I felt rejuvenated, like a new person. Another change had occurred while I was away, two fleshy mounds hung with sweet heaviness from my chest. It was slightly strange my breasts had no nipples but I decided they looked better that way. All four of my hands lightly rubbed the delicious creamy expanse of flesh my breasts, making me sigh under their pleasurable touches. My skin was paler than it’d been, and upon closer inspection, was actually an expanse of tough micro scales, to small to see without inspection

“There, feeling better sweetie?”

“Yessss,” I hissed back lazily, my tongue flickering out my mouth as I tasted the scent of my release on the air. Twisting around in the bed to get more comfortable, I lay prone on the bed, my feet kicking oddly against my tail.

“Can you do anything about those?” I asked, frowning at the unnatural appendages bracketing my beautiful tail.

“Of course. Let’s get to work, you can help me,” she said, taking her hands and running down the outside of my thighs. Mirroring her, I ran my hand along the ugly pale flesh.

“The body knows what it wants. All we have to do is help it along by giving it a little push.”

Together we squeezed inward on my legs, forcing them towards the tail. To my surprised delight, they actually sunk into the body of the tail. I pushed harder, eager to rid myself of the blemishes on my otherwise stunning body.

“Easy. Changes take time, we don’t want to force it.”

Reluctantly, I returned to gentle pushes as my legs continued to be engulfed by my tail. My legs slowly disappeared as my tail continued to extend, twisting and writhing into a single mighty and sensuous appendage. They were maybe halfway gone and already my tail extended a good six feet from my torso. Like a dinosaur sinking into a tar pit, my legs steadily fell deeper, my scales inexorably closing around my feet as they succumbed to inevitability. My tail stretched a full twenty feet, falling in looping coils after the end of my bed as the final inch of skin vanished without fanfare.

Full of wonder, I traced the textured scales with reverence as Kisha raised our hand and tousled my hair playfully. Her fingers were magically soothing against my scalp as they massaged the hair follicles, her energy making them sprout into overdrive as the pushed further from my head. The entire thing would’ve tickled if it wasn’t for the constant scratching of her fingers. She took my elongated strands of hair, twirling them together, leaving entangled clumps everywhere. I puzzled over what she was doing for a moment until I began to sense her touch through each strand my hair. This stunned me long enough for her to finish the process across the entirety of my scalp.

“What’s happening?” I worried as little ant feet crawled across my hair as it sprawled into a nest. I would characterize the feeling somewhere in the land of odd and bizarre. Her answer was to slick our hand across my tongue, the sensation chilled as she brought it to the coil falling over my forehead in front of my eyes. She ran her wet fingers across the twisted knot, the length of it shimmering as it thickened, filling out the space between strands until I was looking at an shiny tube instead of hair. A tube that began to twist and move on its own. Kisha moved on to other snarls as I traced the mottled green scaled tube from the top of my head down. Slitted oversized eyes on such a tiny head blinked at me and I blinked back. It flicked its tongue at my nose, catching a bead of sweat that’d trickled down and I tasted the salt. It twisted in pleasure at the taste and went hunting for the tasty fluid. Dozens of sisters soon joined it, their tongues and army of tickling hunters that had me rolling around on the bed as they cleaned and teased. My nest of hair vipers eventually finished with their task, disappointed at the sparseness of sweat. It was natural for me to lean forward and give the initial snake a grateful kiss as it retreated back beyond my field of view.

There was a tickling at the edge of my auditory awareness as I felt Kisha communicate with my hair, but I couldn’t make out or understand the words. I felt their agreement and the began to writhe against my upper back, positioning themselves very carefully under Kisha’s directions.

“You may feel a bit of a sting dear,” she said, as my snakes stabbed forward, fangs unfolding to sink into my flesh.

She was wrong.

It felt good.

It felt, so good.

As the venom sunk into my skin, a cool shiver of an involuntary orgasm rocked my body. Her hands hugged under my breasts as she reached across and around to stretch the flesh of my upper back taut, kneading to manipulate the venom into position as the tattoo of a caduceus, twin serpents around a staff with wings, blossomed into being around my back. The tattoo’s size required a multitude of fang pricks, the ink flowing under my skin, filling in the creamy white canvas, paint by numbers style.

My erection throbbed and it only took a couple tugs for me to spill my seed up into the valley between my breasts.

“That’s lovely. Seeds of white in a field of cream. Doesn’t it look delicious?” she whispered conspiratorially. “Maybe you should have a taste.” She scooped it up and presented it to me distracting me from the other hand that rubbed around my arms wrist, scales matching my tail blossoming under her touch with little pinpricks. Taking her fingers into my mouth, I fellated them to be sure I got every speck of this delicious flavor.

Think of all the missed opportunity. Switching hands, she began repeating her process, leaving my newly scaled hand and arm to continue transporting my sticky release to my mouth. It was only after the cum was depleted that I noticed my hands had changed. Just like with my tail and my legs, the hands she controlled looked wrong with their pale fragile flesh, the only part of me that remained as skin. Scrunching my face I waited for Kisha to fix it.

“I can’t do all the work honey,” she chided. “If you want something, reach out and take it. Such is the way of most dimensions.”

“But I don’t know how?” I whined.

“Sure you do. Give it a try and everything will work out, you’ll see.”

Uncertain, I took control of one of my lower arms for the first time and gripped that forearm. The flesh feverish under my palms, and I realized that Kish was right, my body did know what it wanted. I slid my scaled hand up and down my forearm a couple times, loosening the skin from the scales I knew were hiding there. Gripping the flimsy covering, I ripped it free, revealing a dusky teal scaled forearm that trailed into pale scales as the pebbled flesh reached my elbow. Eager, I repeated the process on my final arm to similar results.

“See, I knew you could do it,” she said proudly, humming a joyful little tune as she spoke, encouraging me. “I think we’re ready for the next stage.” Her hands played across the plane of my back, the tattoo tingling pleasantly under her touches. The scent of tepid water tickled under my nostrils as Kisha’s humming transformed into rhythmic chanting in a language deeper than the span of human history; the words old enough to trigger racial memories imparted by my ancestors that’d survived made my heart race. Finding the sweet spot, her arms curled up over my shoulders, hands laying flat. The chanting grew in pitch and she flexed our fingers in preparation. I took a deep breath and she pushed, muscles straining against the taught traps on my back. She pushed and she pushed until I was shaking with the effort, sweat running down my face and dripping off my nose to run down the valley between my breasts. My snakes went chasing after the salty treats before they got out of range.

And still she pushed.

She pushed beyond reason or thought of relief.

Beyond exhaustion.

Until suddenly… She relaxed.

All her effort had hidden the fact that while she’d labored against my flesh, something underneath had been pushing back. Now that she’d stopped the hands under my skin were taking advantage of the lack of resistance. My skin bubbled and stretched, like a hand pressed against a taut balloon. My skin ruptured, falling from me in a dry sheet that accompanied a sense of relief, like peeling off the dead old skin of a sunburn. In a remarkably short period of time, a head of snakes pushed through my tattoo, joining the four arms that helped pull her free. My body twitched, breath steaming as it poured from my mouth, my body’s systems overloading from the gestation of a new torso.

I blacked out for a moment.

When I came to, the chanting had stopped and I’d mostly normalized. A pair of breasts pressed pleasurably against me as four hands teased my own pair. The lower ones focused onto the interior swell while the upper ones worked on the posterior swell, squeezing them in a delightfully erotic manner.

“Welcome back,” she murmured into my ear from behind.

Kisha pushed further out my back, my muscles tensing before shearing in a giant form of eldritch mitosis. Groaning, I wrapped my hands around the comforter, its fluid splattered length providing a physical outlet for the sensations running wild through my flesh.

“Let’s rest for a moment. You’re doing such a good job,” she said, somehow not patronizing with her words. My shoulder’s bounced a happy dance and I fought a smile as a rush of pride flowed through me. Grasping my hips, she pulled herself flush against my back, breasts pillowing out, twin satin balloons that acted as buoys between our bodies. Her breasts pressed forward, thrumming with a warm tension that indicated to me our enjoyment was mutual, something that suddenly mattered to me a great deal.

“Ok, I’m ready,” I said, eager to fully embrace my Great One. I froze for a moment as Kisha began to push and shimmy again.

Great One… I’m not sure where that phrase came from but it feels right. My god! Why does it feel so good to call her that?

Kisha’s hips wriggled free of my own and she reached around my hips to flick the lips of my pussy, vaporizing all coherent thoughts in my head.

“Who needs thoughts and worries when there are such wonderful things to feel.” She punctuated her statement by sinking her fingers into my suckling warmth. My snatch wept with joy at the penetration. She played out a quick orgasm that left me once more devoid of strength as she continued to extract herself from my body. The separation progressed to mid thigh as I huffed into the ruffled pillows. I decided to give up, surrendering to the idea that this was now my reality. It was an easy feeling, freeing, letting my worries drift away under Kisha’s eagerness.

They were only getting in the way.

Her smile skirted across the skin of my shoulder as what would’ve been my knees slithered free, allowing her to rotate and face me. We lay there, mirrored visages facing each other, one knowing and excited the other bashful and exhausted. Our hair hissed at each other before coming together in a multitude of tickling kisses. Her half lidded eyes made promises that had me shivering internally.

Curling her arms lazily around my shoulder, she teased the nape of my neck, playing with a few of the smaller hair snakes that welcomed her touches. Suddenly I was shivering as stressful hormones raged unchecked through my veins, tears leaking out of my eyes.

“What’s happening?” I ground out through chattering teeth, growing fearful that something gone wrong.

“Nothing to fear. These changes place terrible stress on the body and it doesn’t know how to respond, so it hits the panic button.” A terrible need welled in me but my suddenly choked throat left me with no way to verbalize. She flicked our tail as it split a few more inches down the center, like a log splintering under the steady blows of an axe. Warm skin embraced me from behind, helping calm me through the shivers and tears, spooning me past the shock. She began to hum again the gentle vibrations flowing through my chest as she sang to comfort me.

Drifting in the rocking sensation of her swaddling hug and purring music, my body stabilized. There was a growing fear in my mind. My body was telling me that there was a predator around me, and I needed to get away right now. It wasn’t a conscious thought, rather it was something instinctive my new mind was screaming at me.

Why is this happening? Kisha’s was kind enough to provide me with this wonderful form. Why would I run from her? My fore and hind brain argued as she continued to hold me, our tails splitting down to the final foot of our twenty foot long tails which sprawled about the room in haphazard coils. Finally, I could take it no longer.

“Sorry,” I cried as my tail sprung into action, propelling me out of Kisha’s arms in an act of rebellion. She, however, had much greater control than I currently did, her tail encircling mine a few feet from my hips, stopping me cold.

“Nothing to worry about. You’re just reacting to my dominance. Perfectly natural.” Like a cowboy hauling in a panicking foal, she used her four arms to haul me in, slowly but surely as I scrambled to get away. She eventually had me underneath her, smiling confidently as her snakes pulled themselves into a bun, safely out of her view. I was frozen, my blue screen of death flashing nothing but error messages. Reaching out, she tried to take my hand but I jerked out of the way. She shot me an understanding look with a hint of disapproval. Methodically grappling with me until her hand laced with my own; she continued until all my hands were safely held in hers, all forty of our fingers securely entwined. Her tail spun around mind, winding them together like a candy cane, her dick hard against my belly. Trembling, I calmed slightly as my every avenue of escape was ruthlessly extinguished, allowing me to painlessly surrender.

“That’s my girl,” she murmured softly as she thrust forward, painlessly pushing her erection into my pussy. My hands tightened down involuntarily as she filled me. It wasn’t until she began to withdraw that I realized she didn’t have quite the same organ as I did. Her dick had overlapping ridges that, while they penetrated easy enough, gripped and pulled on the backstroke. My eyes about bugged at my head as my pussy both reveled and complained at the harshly pleasurable sex. I looked down at our conjoined bodies and noticed, almost absentmindedly, my dick had indeed changed to match the one that was currently rocking my world, a stiff dark veined rod that stood erect as it rubbed against Kisha’s slowly thrusting body. Kisha spread her arms wide, forcing our heads and breasts together as she pulled me into a searing kiss. The kiss ended and her eyes sparkled with a delightfully sinful thought.

Her arms shifted, forcing my shoulders to bow forward. She leaned over me her hair continuing to push me down.

I can’t bend this far! I thought for a moment as she continued to direct my head downwards while simultaneously thrusting into me.

Only… I could.

My neck and back effortlessly curved downward as my remodeled spine showed no signs of problems with the contorted position. It wasn’t until my lips bumped up against my penis that I began to understanding her desire. She crooned an excited song after my tongue slipped out of my mouth, encircling around my rigid head. Unbelievably, I stretched a little further and my dick slipped easily into my mouth. I began to fellate myself with gusto while Kisha continued to pound into my pussy, each stroke filling me with such divine ecstasy that was surpassed by the frightening pleasure of the withdrawal, only reluctantly allowed by my gripping sex. Mewing like a plaintive kitten, my penis bucked and spewed ropes of cum into my mouth. There was no reluctance or disgust in the taking of my seed, and Kisha looked proud of me as I swallowed the thick green liquid. A final few spurts of the corrupted goo rounded out my orgasm, dripping down the side my dick.

The seed burned going down my throat, the eldritch energy dancing through my body as I consumed my own cum. Kisha’s song picked up pace, crescendoing in time with her thrusts, as she pounded her way to sweet release in my clutching pussy. With a final glorious thrust, she hilted herself deep, remaining there, pumping her seed into my body. Pussy basically radioactive at this point from the out-of-this-world energy that twisted and writhed as it pooled inside me. With a gentle tug, Kisha separated the final inch of tail that connected her to me. A soft whine snuck from my throat as Kisha slowly untangled our limbs. I tried to rouse myself to follow her like a duckling follows her mother as she slithered from the bed. She smiled at my exhausted antics, her snakes and hands reaching down to caress my face.

“Stay,” she whispered with that sibilant voice. Pleasant shivers reverberated through my body.

Suddenly, it was the easiest thing to recline back into the war torn bed and watch her. She started to hum, only there was no audible sound, instead the reality around us began to vibrate but I didn’t grow worried or concerned. After a couple moments constant thrumming, the air split and a lone ephemeral black tentacle reached out and stroked Kisha’s scaled hand. Taking the black shape in her hands she pulled and the split in the air widened, letting three tentacles push their way through the portal. With steady progress she worked at expanding the aperture until there was a solid inky black oval maybe five feet tall hoving in the air, a multitude of writhing black tentacles working at the edges.

“Come,” she said gently, somehow continuing to hum. I tried, but achieved nothing more than an awkward flop off the bed. She laughed at my antics and saved me from the floor by slithering over and scooping me into her arms. Relaxing into her hold, my snakes peppered her nipple-less breasts with eager kisses.

“Great one… where are we going?” I asked as I wrapped my tail around her heavily muscled stomach and upper hips, securing it out of the way while deepening our scale to scale contact.

“Home, of course. I can’t wait to show you off to the others,” she said moving forward through the portal and into the unknown.

The portal shimmered and shut in front of the incredulous stare of a housekeeper, but not before she’d caught a glimpse. Her eyes pulsed as her brain tried to comprehend what she’d just seen. A sly smile crossed her face as she slowly closed the door, her iris clouding over with a glowing lime green color.

As everyone knows, the Abyss likes to gaze back.

THE END