A Bottle of Demon Juice - 1
#1 of A Bottle of Demon Juice
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"So I found this product in a store. It's called ‘Demon Juice'. It's supposed to do some crazy things to anything you pour it on. Sixteen fluid ounces in what looks a lot like a spray can. It's heavy, actually, and the bottle's covered in all sorts of symbols. Big ol' ‘DEMON JUICE' written across the can," I was writing in a blog, "I figure, hey, this has to be something just like holy water, right? Only five bucks, why the heck not? So, I went ahead and bought it. No argument from the cashier or anything. Purchase and go."
All the while, a soft, crooning sound kept pulling at my ear.
"As it turns out, this stuff really works! I have a pet snake, it's a Texas Rat Snake, and I figured, heck, let's demonize it and see what happens, huh?" the clacking of my fingers on the keyboard did nothing to muffle the sound, "Well, heck, I'll just post pictures later."
"-Bored signing off." I hit submit, and voila. A new post all shiny and fresh to be read.
A quick swivel in my chair, and I saw my pet snake, sprawled on my bed. I thanked whatever spirits there were that I didn't have a roommate and sauntered my way over. She was stunning. Her scales were completely white, and her long, sizeable tail was coiled about, part spilling off of the bed. She had no legs, but everything above the hips was humanoid. Slender waist, generously endowed chest, slender arms, and a finely sculpted reptilian face, all features on the creature that was waiting for me now. She even had hair, a silvery color that reached just past her shoulders in straight, shimmering locks, and her eyes were a deep black, but I could see the fiery red of lust behind them very easily.
"So," I cooed to her, my hand gliding up along her tail to her hips "Is there something you need?"
"You..." she whispered back, her tail slowly shifting to wrap its way around my body. I let her lift me, moving me to straddle her thick tail. My hands slid up her front to those generous mounds, flicking the perked white nipples that peaked them. A few hours before, she had been merely a little pet Texas Rat Snake in a cage by my bed.
A few drops of the demon juice had changed that very rapidly. The bottle was resting by the broken cage. I had expected some sort of horror creature, not a being of beauty.
In short manner, her deft hands undid the front of my pants and grasped at the prize within, squeezing the warm, stiffening flesh there. Something like a purr escaped her throat, her pink forked tongue flicking at the air, tasting the scent of my musk.
She led the way, and I let her. My own lust had taken her moments before, and the smell of sex seemed to permeate everything in the room. Where before I thought the scent was rather dirty, unseemly, the salty taste of the air now seemed beyond pleasant. She spread her slender petals open for me, just a little below her hips. With a deep sigh of content, I slid my throbbing organ into them, feeling their sweet embrace. Each time it was better, as if she was becoming more tailored to my own desires, ones that I didn't even know about. Each time we fucked, it was as if she was downloading more information. Only moments ago she was like a blank slate, an animal staring in confusion at me, driven only by lust. Now she had a personality and a few other more physical upgrades as well. My hands grasped firmly into one particular upgrade, squeezing those breasts with hunger.
Her moans and the steady slapping of our hips were the only sounds that could be heard. The gentle hum of my computer and even voices outside the dorm room were drowned out by the sex. I plowed her again and again, grunting with the effort. My muscles were screaming for rest but I refused to let them, driving harder. I felt her orgasm over me, the gentle flutter of her pussy lips, the sudden clenching of her muscles, the full-body twitch, and then the release, but I didn't let up.
Being male, and having been depleted nearly an hour ago of my own stores of sexual fluids, I could keep going and going, much longer than I ever knew I could. I begged for orgasm, but it wouldn't come, there was nothing to come! She picked up the pace a little, her tail maneuvering me beneath her. I was able to relax as she rode me, and I pivoted my hips up to meet her shivering body. She drew it out of me, the last orgasm I'd have that day, a pathetic squirt of seed, but the most powerful, full-bodied experience I'd ever had. The afterglow was blinding, and my entire body was sore.
She cradled me, caressing me, holding me to her chest until I fell asleep. My hands had their fill of her curves and came to rest on her hips, holding her to me. The next day, I'd try out more of the Demon Juice...
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I dreamed a glorious dream. I dreamed of Mizu's transformation; my snake's own development into the lusty, endowed woman that she was. It took only a small drop of the Demon Juice (and the bottle had been supplied with a little dropper), but the transformation didn't start immediately. Mizu was still in the tank, and hissed at feeling the strange liquid cover her body. She was a nippy snake, still very young and not accustomed to being handled, but I took good care of her, kept her clean.
A few moments later, the transformation would begin. I had been rather disappointed until I noticed a strange bubbling around the snake's head and neck. With little ‘pop' sounds, miniature arms stretched into reality from the serpent's flesh. They filled out to proper proportions, gaining shoulders, and propping Mizu's head on a proper neck. The chest came next, a humanoid ribcage being reshaped from the typical snake rib system. It curved and shifted and organs within changing shape and purpose. She was still only a foot long, and about the same width as a marker at that point though. A waist and hips formed, and I noticed her face shifting, gaining more humanoid, less angular features, but retaining a definite serpentine appearance. Her tongue was flicking wildly as the miniature anthropomorphic serpent tried to get a hold on what was happening.
Then the growth started. All at once her body swelled. The tail kept growing and growing, and I became entranced by it. Scales grew, multiplied, swelled, and stretched to accommodate the new musculature and shape of the serpent, but the glass tank did not.
The shattering sound of glass woke me to reality. I nearly wet myself when I came to see the new developments staring me in the face.
Mizu looked all the world like a meek, lost child, and still the changes were occurring. The breasts formed, capped with perky little nipples, and they swelled to a modest B in cup size. Her hips developed, supporting her torso upon her lengthening tail. Thank goodness none of the glass had hurt her, but the cage, and the stool it was standing on, was completely destroyed. Ramen noodles cushioned the collapse to a degree.
Her brilliant black eyes were locked on me, but the animal fear was slowly melting away into understanding. I knew at that point that her brain was developing into something more appropriate for her size and shape, and somehow she began to grasp the situation. She seemed to know immediately that she was my pet. She slithered her way to me, mindful of the glass, and began to curl into my lap.
Her body was warm, and after a few moments I began to pet her. It seemed so natural. My mind had broken somewhere, and simply accepted all of this as reality. After a few moments, I wasn't afraid. I didn't freak out and wonder why in the world this was going on. I didn't wonder how a drop of liquid could produce such a beauty. I let it all happen. Maybe my mind had broken even before I bought the juice. Maybe it was all just a crazy imagining that an overworked brain had finally come up with.
None of that mattered. I tended to her and cleaned parts of the cage, brushing it all to one side of the room to be picked up later. It was around then that she began to come at me with this new lust.
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I woke pleasantly, my head wedged between Mizu's breasts. I didn't move for a while. I simply became aware of the things around me. Mizu's soft breathing, her heartbeat beside my cheek, the way her fingers caressed over my front.
The morning wasted away as my pet and I enjoyed each other's company. While Mizu, by some miracle, could speak English and understand many concepts, I still had to explain to her the function of a few pieces of technology, like my microwave and computer. I made ramen for the both of us, but she said she wasn't hungry at all. It occurred to me that snakes had a very slow metabolism, but how would I find anything big enough for her to eat? She might have to eat smaller things than a serpent of her size normally would, or I would have to buy a ranch.
Those thoughts melted away when she kissed me. As did the tension in my body, and all the soreness that I had felt up to that point faded, warmth rushing through my body.
Needless to say, we had ourselves another grand fuck.