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Spring Break was coming to a close. That one week-long break after midterms and before the teachers assigned the bigger projects. The Demon Juice had been left untouched since Mizu had transformed, but I was already formulating plans for it.

For convenience, I had very thoroughly cleaned out an old eye-medicine dropper bottle and filled it very carefully with the Demon Juice. I figured if one drop could cause such a change in my own tiny pet, then a drop at a time was all I needed.

But what would I do with the Demon Juice now? I had my serpentine pet, and life seemed like a dream, but that had to end eventually. Classes were starting up, and I'd have to get my butt in gear in order to keep on top of my school work. Not only that, but the room was an absolute mess. The destroyed remains of Mizu's tank was still in a pile in a corner, and various sexual fluids had somehow touched every wall, including the ceiling.

Thankfully, Mizu turned out to be as much a servant as she was an insatiable minx. She helped put the room in order, and held her sexual lust off. She seemed to understand perfectly that I had work to do. It was as if she could read my mind and intentions. I didn't have to explain much to her to get the message across.

Again, though, what about the rest of the Demon Juice? I had thought about using it on myself, but what would it do to me? I decided I had to test it on someone else first.

Leigh would make the perfect test subject. Leigh and I had become fast friends last semester. She was the kind of girl you wouldn't expect to be so nice. She had a very rare body type; her curves were in all the right places, and she didn't have ‘plump' per say, but she was not a stick figure. She was the perfect medium. You couldn't call her chubby; you couldn't even say she had a few extra pounds. She had a sort of fluff to her flesh. Round rump, supple breasts, and a sweet face, Leigh was quite the treat. She remained adamantly chaste, though she and I had become very intimate over the past couple weeks.

I met her at lunch that day while Mizu was busy organizing my room. We talked about nothing in particular. I let her talk most of the time. I was worried my anxiety would get the better of me and I'd let something slip. My heart was pounding fast. I watched her cup, waiting for the right opportunity to offer to refill it, while keeping my own in a state of dismal emptiness. The time came: a pause in the conversation. Before she could start up a new subject, I offered to refill her drink while I refilled my own.

The vial of Demon Juice was in my pocket, practically screaming at me. At the soda fountain, I used a deft hand to squirt a drop or two of the white liquid in while simultaneously filling the cup with soda. I glanced nervously about. Nobody had seen me. I refilled my own with a strikingly different soda so as not to make the stupid mistake of confusing one for the other, and returned to the table.

It was done. She took a sip. And then another. I had never seen anyone drink so ravenously in my life. She drank the rest of the drink in a couple of gulps, even swallowing the ice cubes whole. She held the empty glass up over her mouth, waiting for the final few drops before placing the cup back down on the table.

It goes without saying that something was amiss. She was hunched over a little, breathing deeply. I could see that her pretty blue eyes were fogged. They locked on me, losing their glaze immediately, "We need to go." And with a vice-like grip, she grabbed my arm and yanked me out of my chair.

I could barely keep balance as I was dragged along, away from the school cafeteria and back to the dorm rooms. All the while my eyes were inexplicably locked onto her hindquarters. They swayed and bounced with each step, but it was like I was looking at an optical illusion. Somehow, they seemed to warp before my eyes, but nothing seemed strikingly different.

When we reached her room, she slammed the door shut, locked it, and went about her room, throwing books and clothes off of her bed.

That's when I noticed what had happened. Her legs had lengthened! She was a foot taller now, and it was all in her legs. The warping effect was her skirt slowly rising higher and higher, exposing more flesh all the while. She wasn't a short girl to begin with, either. She was taller than me now, and seemed to still be growing. Those strong, shapely legs...

I lost myself in a bit of a daze, seeing her rump bounce as she furiously organized her room.

A ripping sound brought me back to reality, and Leigh let out a gasp of surprise. I gazed up to see a tear had gone straight up through her skirt. The article of clothing was falling off, exposing tightly stretched, and sopping wet panties. She looked back at me, the fog returning to her blue eyes, "I know I ask a lot of you, but I need you to do this one thing for me." She whispered headily.

I nodded dully, trying to keep a lock on her eyes, but she kept growing taller. I was worried her head might bump against the ceiling. She wasn't growing much wider, though, and something was amiss about her skin.

"I need you to have sex with me."

Well, this would be an interesting night.