{"sf1_id":1791994,"sf2_id":"znJJB5Qn","title":"Esssssential Oilsssss","author":"Lycandope","words":4069,"posted_at":"2021-12-03T18:05:00.000Z","tags":["Hypnosis","Snake","Snake woman","Thralls","Transformation"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1791994-esssssential-oilsssss","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/znJJB5Qn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/90/ff/90ff2eea-5741-46c0-ba6c-5f5415b1bf57","description":"A cursed lotion causes a woman to change at work.\nYou can find my page at: https://www.patreon.com/markgraham","content":"I know I shouldn't answer my phone when I don't recognize the number calling and I don't recognize the name I'd saved with it.\u0026nbsp; I don't know who \"Terry\" is and I usually have a pretty good memory for people.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI shouldn't answer it but I do, holding the phone to my ear as I stare at my spreadsheet.\u0026nbsp; It's mid-morning Sunday and the office is almost completely empty.\u0026nbsp; I don't need to be here but I'm near the bottom rung of the ladder and pulling extra work is the only way I know how to move up.\u0026nbsp; I think I can see a way to-\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Hello?\" I ask, my eyes scanning rows of raw data.\u0026nbsp; _Pivot chart here, maybe?_\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Jenny?\" an excitable voice asks on the other end.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHuh.\u0026nbsp; A woman.\u0026nbsp; Well.\u0026nbsp; I guess my relationship and sex starved mind thought maybe Terry was a guy.\u0026nbsp; Maybe someone I dated briefly in college?\u0026nbsp; College.\u0026nbsp; Way more simpler times.\u0026nbsp; Not that I thought so back then.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Yes, this is her,\" I say cautiously, giving a little more attention to the phone call.\u0026nbsp; \"Who is this?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Terry!\u0026nbsp; It's Terry,\" she tells me.\u0026nbsp; \"From, we had- we took classes together?\u0026nbsp; Well, one class.\u0026nbsp; At WTU?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Ahh- ahhh?\" I venture, still not sure who she is.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"You don't remember, do you?\"\u0026nbsp; she asks, her voice dropping a little.\u0026nbsp; \"Well, that's okay!\u0026nbsp; Listen!\u0026nbsp; I was in town and wondering if you had time for lunch?\u0026nbsp; I'm only here for a little bit and it would mean the **_world_** to me if you could make time.\u0026nbsp; My treat!\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I-\" I hesitate.\u0026nbsp; I should say no but, seriously, my apartment is a cave at this point.\u0026nbsp; I haven't made time to get out and socialize and I **_am_** hungry.\u0026nbsp; I rub at my left hand, scratching my knuckle idly.\u0026nbsp; It's getting colder and I keep forgetting to put lotion on.\u0026nbsp; I dry up easily.\u0026nbsp; \"I guess, yeah.\u0026nbsp; Yeah, that'd be good.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Awesome!\" she nearly shouts.\u0026nbsp; What is with this woman?\u0026nbsp; Wait.\u0026nbsp; Waaaait.\u0026nbsp; Something.\u0026nbsp; A red headed girl?\u0026nbsp; Curly hair?\u0026nbsp; English 101?\u0026nbsp; Maybe?\u0026nbsp; A quiet goth, I thought.\u0026nbsp; Maybe that's not right but something about the name and the voice sounds a little familiar.\u0026nbsp; I think we had a group assignment together and that's where I got her number.\u0026nbsp; \"There's a little cafe near where I'm staying.\u0026nbsp; The Golden Goose?\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Yes, I know it,\" I tell her.\u0026nbsp; It's a pretty popular spot for the non-managers at the office.\u0026nbsp; My coworkers have invited me a few times but I bring my lunch.\u0026nbsp; Because I'm at the bottom of the stupid corporate ladder and I have student loans that I'll never be able to pay off.\u0026nbsp; Goddammit. \"Your treat?\u0026nbsp; I can be there in five minutes.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Oh my gosh,\" she says in a rush.\u0026nbsp; \"You have no idea how happy that makes me.\u0026nbsp; I'm so excited to see you again!\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Uh, sure, me too,\" I lie, hanging up and staring at my phone.\u0026nbsp; Now I wish I had said no.\u0026nbsp; Same old knee-jerk no-confidence reaction.\u0026nbsp; I could just not go?\u0026nbsp; Or call back and say work is suddenly-\u0026nbsp; No, I'll go.\u0026nbsp; I'm hungry and can cut it short with work as an excuse.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nLocking my computer, I grab my phone and purse and walk out.\u0026nbsp; Charles is the only one here and he has his headphones on, nodding to some hidden beat while- ah, Netflix on the right monitor, some indecipherable text on the left.\u0026nbsp; Programming stuff.\u0026nbsp; I thought they did that at home.\u0026nbsp; Jesus.\u0026nbsp; Is he listening to music while watching some cartoon thing **_and_** working at the same time?\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI pass him, head out of the lobby and into the chill air, pulling my scarf tight around my neck.\u0026nbsp; It's a short walk to the cafe and I need to stretch my legs before getting back into it.\u0026nbsp; Plus, a little bit of exercise never hurts.\u0026nbsp; A few cars pass the mostly empty sidewalks but I'm daydreaming about the spreadsheet I'm working on until I look up in surprise and realize I've passed the cafe.\u0026nbsp; So, I turn and, yeah.\u0026nbsp; The redhead from my English class.\u0026nbsp; She's waving to me inside, decidedly not gothy and, instead dressed in pants, a light green top and a grey jacket.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHer hand drops, her fixed smile cracks and she half turns to look over her left shoulder before freezing and then turning back, her smile wider than before.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nIs there- is there something there?\u0026nbsp; My hand hesitates at the door handle as some faint reddish haze appears to hover behind her, just to her left.\u0026nbsp; But, I blink and it's gone.\u0026nbsp; Huh.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nShe stands as I open the door and squeals before hugging me so I awkwardly hug her back and then try to get away from her.\u0026nbsp; I am **_not_** into hugs and I don't even know this girl.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Jenny!\" she says loudly.\u0026nbsp; \"You came!\u0026nbsp; Come on over!\u0026nbsp; Order whatever you like.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI stop at the counter, scan the menu and ask for a turkey sandwich with a bag of chips and soda and then make my way over to the crazy girl.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nOh no.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nShe has a small case open on the table next to her with a few vials and bottles and some handmade cards.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nOh no.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nDamn my hunger and inability to just confidently walk away.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"How long has it been?\" Terry asks, eyeing me as I force myself into a seat opposite her.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nShe sounds **_off_** in a weird way I can't place.\u0026nbsp; Talking too fast almost.\u0026nbsp; She seems nervous and there's this weird smell.\u0026nbsp; Bad eggs?\u0026nbsp; I swear to god, if I get sick from eating here, I'm going to sue.\u0026nbsp; I don't have time to get sick.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nLet's get this over with.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Five years, I think,\" I tell her as the owner sets a red plastic tray in front of me with my food.\u0026nbsp; I'm pretty sure I can devour it in five minutes and then run for it.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Too long!\" she says with that weird wide smile.\u0026nbsp; She leans forward, licking her lips and lowering her voice.\u0026nbsp; I stop to stare at her with my sandwich halfway to my open mouth.\u0026nbsp; \"Listen, I have fantastic news.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Oh?\" I say before biting into my sandwich.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Yes,\" she says, still leaning forward.\u0026nbsp; \"I found this great business and I'm willing to share it with you.\u0026nbsp; It's a deal you **_literally_** can't refuse.\u0026nbsp; I know I couldn't!\"\n\nShe laughs but it's wild and her eyes move to the left for a brief second.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Listen, Terry,\" I start to say as I wonder if I could shove the entire sandwich into my mouth at once.\u0026nbsp; Competitive food eaters do it right?\u0026nbsp; I could soften the whole mixture with the soda and then swallow in one go and run.\u0026nbsp; \"I'm not really interested-\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I have some of everything!\" she rolls right along.\u0026nbsp; \"I have things to make your hair grow, I have hair coloring things, I have things to give you energy and, oh!\u0026nbsp; No, I know what you need!\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nShe pulls out a small blue bottle and sets it in front of me triumphantly.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Dry skin,\" she says and then sits back.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI automatically scratch at my hand and then hide them both as she nods at me.\u0026nbsp; So I take a gigantic bite of my sandwich to hide my shame.\u0026nbsp; And almost choke.\u0026nbsp; So, a huge sip of my soda follows.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nShe taps the bottle.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"This will fix it up,\" she tells me.\u0026nbsp; \"Trust me.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI don't.\u0026nbsp; Trust her, I mean.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I can't really afford-\" I try to say but she cuts me off again.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"It's free,\" she says.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nUh-huh.\u0026nbsp; I'm not dumb. I know how this works.\u0026nbsp; Just sign up for Whatever Pyramid Company (TM), sell to twenty other friends and you get this bottle free.\u0026nbsp; Sure.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I know it's not-\" I try but she's not having it.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Literally free,\" she says, glancing to the left again.\u0026nbsp; I wrinkle my nose at the smell in the cafe and glance at the owner but he's sitting and reading a newspaper.\u0026nbsp; \"You just have to take it and use it.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"And sign up to some pyramid company?\" I ask in a rare bout of bluntness.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"No, no, no,\" she says, shaking her head.\u0026nbsp; \"Literally free.\u0026nbsp; You don't sign up for anything.\u0026nbsp; I don't call you again.\u0026nbsp; You just agree to take the sample and try it out and that's it.\u0026nbsp; If you want-\u0026nbsp; If you-\u0026nbsp; You could sign up to... **_sell_** but you don't have to.\u0026nbsp; You don't.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nIt almost seems like she's trying to convince herself of that.\u0026nbsp; This whole conversation is weird but I've been force-feeding myself while she's been talking so I can get out of here quickly.\u0026nbsp; If it's as simple as she says then I'm fine with it.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nSo, I reach out and take the bottle.\u0026nbsp; Her hand snaps out to close around mine and I nearly shriek in surprise.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"So, you agree to take it?\" she asks, her tone suddenly as serious as her intense gaze.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Y- yes?\" I tell her.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Good!\" she says, taking her hand away with that wide, crazy smile again.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nShe slides a card toward me and I stare at it as she packs her little case and stands.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Wait,\" I say, staring at the card.\u0026nbsp; \"That's it?\u0026nbsp; That's really it?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe ends of her lips curl down, her smile fading inch by inch.\u0026nbsp; She looks sad for a moment and glances to her left.\u0026nbsp; She starts to say something but there's a sudden intense pressure and, I swear to god I'm not making this up, her eyes go vertical and her ears quiver.\u0026nbsp; She yowls in a weird way and then it's all gone and she hangs her head.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Yes,\" she gasps.\u0026nbsp; \"That's it.\u0026nbsp; That's all.\u0026nbsp; I have to go.\u0026nbsp; I'm meeting someone else.\u0026nbsp; Thank you.\u0026nbsp; **_Thank you._**\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAnd she leaves.\u0026nbsp; Just like that.\u0026nbsp; So, I finish my food and leave.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI'm holding the bottle in my pocket while walking back to work.\u0026nbsp; Rolling it in my fingers.\u0026nbsp; Bouncing it a little.\u0026nbsp; My keycard lets me in and I walk past Charles again.\u0026nbsp; I can **_hear_** his music clearly as I pass him.\u0026nbsp; I honestly have no idea how his ears aren't destroyed by now.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nSitting at my desk, I place the little bottle beside my keyboard.\u0026nbsp; I push it a little bit.\u0026nbsp; It's got a tiny cork stopper and seems harmless enough.\u0026nbsp; And I do have pretty dry skin.\u0026nbsp; I didn't use lotion this morning so this would hold me over.\u0026nbsp; Then I could just tell Terry it didn't work when she calls again to try to get me to sign up.\u0026nbsp; Because I know she will.\u0026nbsp; That's how this always works.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nUnplugging the bottle, I bring it to my nose out of curiosity and breathe in deeply.\u0026nbsp; It smells sweet.\u0026nbsp; Almost like mint.\u0026nbsp; Almost but not quite.\u0026nbsp; It's mixed with a spice I can't quite identify.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe tip of my tongue reaches out, stretching as it flicks up and down so I can taste the scent a little more closely.\u0026nbsp; Not bad actually.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nMy tongue lengthens further, unspooling.\u0026nbsp; I stare at the bottle, not noticing as the rounded, fleshy tip of my tongue splits into a fork.\u0026nbsp; Black lines fill the gaps in the bumps of my tongue as they flatten.\u0026nbsp; Fleshy pink begins to fade to darkness as I reel my tongue in.\u0026nbsp; It sits oddly in my small mouth, writhing and exploring my teeth and gums like it was a separate animal.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI tip the bottle on the back of my hand and it oozes out in a translucent green glob.\u0026nbsp; Not exactly appealing, honestly.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nMy pupils are widening.\u0026nbsp; No, rather, they appear to be widening as my dull brown eyes erode into glossy ebony.\u0026nbsp; Once more my tongue flicks out, tasting the air as I begin to rub the mixture into my skin.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nIt feels good going in.\u0026nbsp; Warm.\u0026nbsp; Soothing.\u0026nbsp; I twist my hands together as the gaps between my teeth begin to vanish.\u0026nbsp; They meld together and my lips attach to them, folding over and then down.\u0026nbsp; Segmented lines appear in my lips as my dark eyes focus on my hands.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe warmth from the oil spreads up my arms and I close my eyes.\u0026nbsp; The skin from my eyelids fades from pink to gray to transparency and I \"open\" my eyes with a clear scale now protecting them.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHolding my hands up, I turn them, twisting them back and forth.\u0026nbsp; My hands still look dry.\u0026nbsp; Maybe it takes time?\u0026nbsp; My tongue flicks out in annoyance but the warmth is still traveling my body, rising up to my neck.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nSmall bones begin to form beneath the skin of my neck.\u0026nbsp; Tiny ribs that grow as new muscles join them.\u0026nbsp; I massage the dull pain it causes and my skin feels strangely loose.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n_POP!_\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAh, that felt damn good.\u0026nbsp; My neck cracks.\u0026nbsp; More ribs form.\u0026nbsp; My skull travels further on my body and I twist my now longer neck as it pops again.\u0026nbsp; And grows longer.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe loose skin along my growing neck is hardening.\u0026nbsp; Cracking at the edges.\u0026nbsp; The new muscles forming within attach to the new ribs and the skin flares out into a wide hood.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n_POP POP POP_\n\n_\u0026nbsp;_\n\n**_Fuck_** , the release is almost sensual.\u0026nbsp; I glance around the office, sitting high enough now to see over my partition.\u0026nbsp; Charles isn't in my line of sight to see me and there's nobody else around.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI slip a hand beneath the band of my pencil skirt as my tongue flicks out.\u0026nbsp; I'm wet.\u0026nbsp; Holy crap, I'm wet.\u0026nbsp; The tip of my pointer finger toys with my clit and then I slid my hand down between my thighs, slipping between my wet folds.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nTouching myself in the office is taboo but oh so sexy.\u0026nbsp; It's been a while since I've let the pressure off and doing it here?\u0026nbsp; Delicious.\u0026nbsp; My tongue slips free, flicking up and freezing as I groan.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nMy jaw aches but I lean my long neck back as my hood flares out beside me and I scoot my ass down.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nSkin presses together between my wet thighs, pushing my hand up.\u0026nbsp; Bones are dissolving and changing beneath my hand but I'm lost in my ecstasy.\u0026nbsp; Playing with myself as my pussy is forced forward by the skin sealing my thighs together.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Yesssss,\" I gasp as quietly as I can.\u0026nbsp; Tiny fangs pierce my bottom jaw as a venom gland begins to form in a sheath behind my eyes.\u0026nbsp; My vision wavers for a moment but quickly returns and I jerk from a mini orgasm.\u0026nbsp; I'm shoving my fingers down into my flat, opened pussy as the skin between my legs grows down to my knees.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAnd then a bigger orgasm hits me.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAnd I shove my hand against my face.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAnd I feel two long fangs flaring out on a wide face.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nMy face.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nMy fangs.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI look down and the world does this weird thing.\u0026nbsp; Or my brain does.\u0026nbsp; Everything is in the wrong place and I'm too far away from myself. I feel disconnected.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nBut, holy shit, my legs!\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Holy shit!\" I scream, pushing back from my desk.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI fall to the ground when I try to stand.\u0026nbsp; My skirt tears down the side to show bare skin that appears to glisten in the overhead lighting.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI claw at it and my skin is **_weird_**.\u0026nbsp; It's slippery smooth and beginning to show little cracks.\u0026nbsp; My nails tear at my skirt and I feel sharp pain on my skin.\u0026nbsp; Bending my long neck (that's even more weird!) I look and see clear, thick claws lining each finger.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAnd I'm half naked.\u0026nbsp; On the floor.\u0026nbsp; In my cubicle.\u0026nbsp; Writhing on the floor as my calves begin to press together.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI concentrate on my legs but my muscles aren't working right down there.\u0026nbsp; I move my ankles but my lower body also twists and turns in response because I'm apparently moving entirely new muscles.\u0026nbsp; The rest of my skirt tears free as my lower body begins expanding, the skin stretching over powerful, dense muscles.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nMy calves are gone and I panic, trying to tell my body to stand.\u0026nbsp; To **_please_** , for the love of god, stand!\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nInstead, I twist, my lower body swiveling beneath me and I rise on a proto-tail that's still expanding.\u0026nbsp; I can feel my toes touching the ground behind me like I'm kneeling but it's all wrong.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe heat is returning as the process changing my tail begins to move up my body.\u0026nbsp; I look down to see my pussy lips folding inward and my pussy itself becoming a slit that closes to leave a thin, wet line in the middle of cracked, green-ish skin.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nBut then my skin begin to dry and I start to see it for what it is - scales.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI hiss in alarm and my hood widens dramatically.\u0026nbsp; The ribs flare and my shirt strains to contain it before tearing down the back to reveal smooth, pale emerald skin.\u0026nbsp; My hands immediately go to my tits to hide them but **_that's_** a mistake because they're oddly sensitive.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe changes progress inhibited and my pudgy tummy flattens into a harden rack of muscle.\u0026nbsp; Further it travels and I feel my chest grow heavy.\u0026nbsp; My pale skin grows white before taking on the almost sickly green hue but I don't care about that.\u0026nbsp; I care that my breasts over overflowing my arms.\u0026nbsp; They swell painfully but also in a strangely erotic way.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI move and my still growing tail uncoils, lowering my body.\u0026nbsp; My breasts strain, skin cracking in drying scales that surround my hardened nipples.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI hiss, my tongue flicking as I feel my pussy clench in a weird way.\u0026nbsp; I twist and look down to see my slit opening to reveal pink, wet muscles.\u0026nbsp; Eager and hot.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nBrown hair slips to the ground around me as the changes reach my head.\u0026nbsp; Pain flares in my nasal cavity as my skull flattens and elongates.\u0026nbsp; I push my palms against my temples only to feel my ears pulling back into the side of my wide body.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAnd then it all stops.\u0026nbsp; Except for the ache lower in my body.\u0026nbsp; I ignore it, looking down at pale white skin that's turning to a brilliant jade as it dries.\u0026nbsp; My belly is whiter than the-\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nGoddammit.\u0026nbsp; I can't!\u0026nbsp; It's still there!\u0026nbsp; Painful now.\u0026nbsp; I can almost hear a cackling laugh and my tongue tastes the smell of rotten eggs as I push forward, slithering awkwardly on my tail like a baby taking its first steps.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAs I round the corner and wriggle more confidently down the corridor, Charles notices me in the reflection of his monitor.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe turns and screams but I grab him and my biceps bulge as I hold him in place.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Charlessss,\" I hiss.\u0026nbsp; My pussy is open and dripping, clear liquid leaking down my slick scales.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Pleasssssse,\" I beg.\u0026nbsp; \"I need thissss.\u0026nbsp; Pleasssse.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHis pupils widen as I talk and his mouth gapes open.\u0026nbsp; I reach down with my other hand to rub his cock and it slow grows hard.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Yessss,\" I tell him, tasting the scent of him on his cheek with my tongue.\u0026nbsp; Kissing him.\u0026nbsp; He's not that attractive but I don't care.\u0026nbsp; I can't care.\u0026nbsp; \"Yessss, pleasse.\u0026nbsp; Charlesss.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI lean back to show him my pussy and he nods slowly, undoing his zipper.\u0026nbsp; His cock springs forth and I lead him to me, laying back.\u0026nbsp; His hands grip my tail, shockingly warm on my body but I gasp and hiss as he presses into me.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nMy claws draw blood on his back when I hold him tight, rocking my tail back and forth and lowering myself further until he's at the right angle.\u0026nbsp; I can't stop my tail from curling around his warmth.\u0026nbsp; Encircling him with my scales.\u0026nbsp; Holding him in place as he wraps himself against me.\u0026nbsp; I steal his body heat as he kisses my wide, powerful stomach.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Fuck me!\u0026nbsp; Hard!\" I command him and he pounds into me silently, his skin slapping against my scales.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI've been on edge since I started changing and it takes no time before I cum, hissing loudly while the tip of my tail thrashes behind me, thumping the ground.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAnd still Charles doesn't stop.\u0026nbsp; I haven't told him to stop.\u0026nbsp; So he continues to fuck me like the good little servant he is.\u0026nbsp; Grunting and groaning as he holds back his orgasm.\u0026nbsp; Veins stand out on his forehead as his face reddens and I barely notice as I lose myself in the ecstasy, clenching and unclenching against his hard manhood.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe's keening as he slams into me and his eyes are rolled back, concentrating hard on obeying me.\u0026nbsp; My claws grip his hair as I shake from another orgasm and my hood flares as I writhe.\u0026nbsp; God, it's so intense.\u0026nbsp; That rotten smell fills the air again and my tongue flicks forth automatically but I ignore it.\u0026nbsp; I need this.\u0026nbsp; I need it more than anything.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Cum in me,\" I whisper to him, holding him against my body, caressing his warm skin as he shouts from the release I've granted him.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe shudders as he fills me, pulsing with each gout of his hot cum.\u0026nbsp; I groan as I take all of it and feel it leaking free, coating my slick, hardened scales.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI should be done.\u0026nbsp; I should be satisfied.\u0026nbsp; But I feel empty inside and I know it'll take more than that.\u0026nbsp; More than just him.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I need more, Charlessss,\" I tell him, lowering my breast to his mouth.\u0026nbsp; My nipples is immediately stiff as he eagerly sucks at it.\u0026nbsp; I can't get enough of how warm he is.\u0026nbsp; \"Call Troy.\u0026nbsp; Tell him there'ssss sssome emergensssy.\u0026nbsp; Or whatever you need to sssay to get him here.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"But, his wife,\" he says, breaking away before I push his head to my other breast.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I don't care,\" I answer, moaning as I lean my hooded head back.\u0026nbsp; My mouth opens wide to show my fangs as the edge of another orgasm begins to build.\u0026nbsp; \"Both.\u0026nbsp; Have them both come.\u0026nbsp; I need it.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI hold him inside of me as I swivel to grab his cellphone and hand it to him.\u0026nbsp; His voice is artificially cheerful as he continues to thrust his cock inside of me.\u0026nbsp; He's shrunken but it's still enough until I make him use his mouth and fingers.\u0026nbsp; My own hands slid across my chest, grasping my huge, heavy tit to bring it up to my long, forked tongue.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nCharles' phone drops to the ground as he ends the call and resumes focus on me.\u0026nbsp; I lose track of time until I hear the front door open.\u0026nbsp; Pushing Charles away, I move with surprising speed through the hallway, pining Troy and his wife Nancy just as she begins to scream.\n\nThe woman's scream cuts off as I stare into her eyes.\u0026nbsp; I wrap them both with my tail, leeching their heat, and they grow limp and complacent.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI whisper commands in their ears and they undress.\u0026nbsp; Charles comes to me, joining Nancy as they both suckle on my breasts and Troy presses his large cock into my wet slit.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Fuck her,\" Nancy gasps between breaths.\u0026nbsp; She's massaging my breast as her tongue wraps around my hardened nipple.\u0026nbsp; \"Fuck her and fill her and make her cum!\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI grab Charles' cock with one clawed hand and my other wraps around Nancy's warm, bare ass.\u0026nbsp; She jerks as I slip a finger into her soppy wet pussy and we twist together, lost in our pleasures as dark laughter fills the air.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}