As if you could resist.

There may have been a tiny voice that requested ever so eloquently that you not eat it. Sadly the snarling beast you are doesn’t know how to listen and you chomp it down. It sort of tastes like pudding at first, then a chocolate covered ice cream sundae, then coffee maybe. It is small yet it seems like it takes hours to eat, every few minutes it changes flavor. Munching on it you suddenly get this odd sensation, a memory of sorts, of legs and arms and a human... you were human... you are sure of it. “Oh why is this so good.” Hearing yourself speak is a very odd sensation, familiar and yet not. You are kneeling down, sitting on your legs basically, with the orb in your hands sucking and chewing on it. “So good.” You say again. Time has passed, you are certain. The orb is in a ceramic mug and you are stirring it with a slender finger with long almost weapon like fingernails. Floating on your back in the swamp you lift your head just enough to keep drinking as you float on. More time passes, you are sure you should be eating food but the orb sustains you.

Finally you open your eyes and stretch. You find yourself standing next to what looks like the exit pipe of a sewer system that must be ancient. Either the pipe is enormous or you are small because as you walk in you can’t even reach the top if you stretch on your tippy toes. Looking down you see your toes, you have toes again. Your fingers still seem to have sharp fingernails but they look normal, well glossy black like some punk brat, but normal. You are skinny, oh so skinny. With no point of reference you have no idea how tall you are but you do seem to have returned to a female form, sort of, you see nipples and a hint of breasts, sadly you don’t actually seem to have any reproductive organs at all. From your reflection in the water you think you are rather cute, but you also don’t seem to have any hair on your body at all.

Just then a beast of a man, as tall as you, covered in scales, with fangs, horns, a tail, and bat wings just sort of pops into existence. “Hey the little guy made it.” It pauses as if on the phone, “Sexless vaguely female 3’ tall.” Another long pause, “You want me to give it what? You sure? Yeah yeah you’re the boss, sorry.” He looks at you and grins a wicked toothy grin, “Hi. My master wants you to have a couple of presents. Here.” He holds out a rather large looking, well normal sized if you are indeed 3’ tall, brown leather purse.